Peering out the bay window of her kitchen as she halfheartedly washed a dirty plate, Posy kept her eyes out on the field. The sun blazed overhead, the temperature was pleasant, and she’d woken up that morning well-rested and in a fantastic mood - unfortunately, things were far from perfect. It was rare for her and her husband to receive company, even from the surrounding farmers, so she’d been utterly shocked when an unexpected visitor had arrived as she was eating breakfast.
She shifted her focus to the trio standing in front of her husband. Two of the figures were intimidating in their own right, bedecked in burnished armor and wielding halberds, but it was the third that demanded her attention. Standing a full head and shoulders over the others, including her betrothed, the towering demigod was as awe-inspiring and gorgeous as she was imposing.
Everypony in Equestria, even country-folk like herself, knew about the Princesses of the Empire, but she never would have guessed that one would suddenly appear at her doorstep with a pair of armed and heavily armored Royal Guard. She’d initially assumed the worst, knowing that something had to be wrong, yet the alicorn had curtly and quite demurely reassured her that everything was fine. Offering her regal guest tea and a portion of the simple meal she’d prepared, she was politely told that it wasn’t her but her husband who was needed.
Scrunching her snout, she glanced over at her betrothed. She’d been married to Lignite for the better part of twenty years, although their relationship had been and would likely always be tumultuous at best. Both of their families were extremely traditional, clinging to beliefs and customs that had largely died out decades ago, and they were responsible for their less-than-stellar marriage. It wasn’t that she hated her husband - in fact, he had a number of traits that were admirable for a stallion, although he was lacking in some areas.
She forced a smile and waved as he looked in her direction. For all intents and purposes, he was a good stallion. He’d never hit her, he looked after her when she fell ill, and he fulfilled the vows he’d given her to the letter - well, nearly to the letter. While he wasn’t a bad stallion by any means, he was extraordinarily dispassionate and was almost detached on an emotional level.
Rinsing and setting the plate in the drying rack, she pushed the window open and leaned outside. “Can I get any of you something to drink? I’ve got -”
“We’ll be in in a moment, dear,” Lignite shouted as he dismissively waved a hand.
She had to fight to keep her smile from wavering. “Alright.”
Turning and marching away from the window, she plodded into the living room and threw herself into a chair. The absolute nerve! She’d just wanted to be a good host, but she’d been cut off and essentially shooed away like a child! As she snatched up a paper and made herself comfortable, her mood darkened further.
She could understand Lignite - heck, she’d spent enough time with him to know him painfully well, but he wasn’t the only pony to blame for her irritation. Neither Celestia nor her guards had said more than a few words to her! For buck’s sake - this was her house, they were her guests, so it stood to reason that they’d at least come in and let her enjoy their company!
The worst - and she meant the worst part was that she wanted nothing more than to speak with the Princess. Throughout all of her youth and most of her childhood, she’d yearned to meet one of the alicorns, even if it was briefly, and now she was stuck playing housewife while one was milling around outside chatting with her husband. As she petulantly folded her arms over her chest, her mind drifted to a very particular reason why she was enthralled with the particular diarch who’d come knocking at her door.
There was no simple or tactful way to put it - she found the Princesses hot. Alicorns were bigger than all but the most gargantuan ponies, being veritable giants, and their figures were downright godly. She wasn’t even into mares, having never cast a single, lustful gaze to any of her classmates while they were changing before or after gym class, although she’d gladly make an exception for a Princess - still there was one amongst the quartet of demigods who held a special place in her heart and…
“Honey,” a familiar voice called out, shaking her from her thoughts.
Bolting to her feet, she turned to the entryway as the door swung open. “Yes, dear?”
“I have some incredible news,” Lignite cheerfully stated. “I just sold the farm!”
“I…” Posy wheezed. “What?”
Nodding as the Princess and guards walked up behind him, he beamed. “I just sold the farm and made a fortune!”
“W…well - uh - that’s not the worst news,” she stammered, struggling to wrap her head around the wholly unforeseen development.
She squinted over at her husband as he hefted a large, jingling sack of what she presumed were bits. The good news was that, judging from the size of the sack and how broadly he was grinning, they wouldn’t have to worry about bills anytime soon - the bad news was that she didn’t have the faintest idea of where they’d go or what his intentions were for his newfound wealth. Warily nodding and glancing over his shoulder at the Princess, she started when he rushed over and snared her in an embrace.
“Good luck,” he whispered, patting her back.
Going rigid, she uneasily returned his hug. “Good luck with -”
Pulling away as hastily as he’d crossed to her, Lignite saluted at the alicorn. “She’s all yours, Princess. Don’t spoil her or anything!”
“No promises,” the alicorn mused, stepping aside.
As he bolted out, Posy stood motionless. What in the name of Tartarus had just happened? Was he going to just leave her here? Why was he in such a hurry? A thousand different questions assailed her, each vying for dominance, although there was one that eclipsed the others and sent a colt shiver up her spine ~ had he been serious when he inferred she belonged to the Princess?
“So,” Celestia began, stepping inside after motioning for her praetorians to depart, “I assume you have -”
“D…did he j…just…” Posy trailed off, unable to complete the question.
Closing the gap between them, Celestia tranquilly placed a hand on her shoulder. “It will be alright,” she reassuringly sighed, “I had -”
“Thank you!” Posy bleated, shooting forward and wrapping her arms around the Princess’ midsection. “Thank you so, so much.”
Celestia stiffened and patted the mare’s back. “Judging from your reaction, I presume you’re not troubled?”
“Troubled? Why would I be troubled?” Posy laughed. Realizing what she was doing, that she had just laid her hands on a Princess, she shied back and blushed. “S…sorry about that…”
“No need to apologize,” Celestia tittered. “Honestly, I’m just glad that you’re not heartbroken over your husband’s departure.”
Continuing to back away, feeling blood rush to her face, Posy nodded. “I’m sure he’ll be better off without me.”
“Oh?” Celestia quipped. “Indulge me ~ why would you think that?”
“I mean,” Posy murmured, waving at herself with both hands, “it’s not like he had any reason not to run off with his newfound wealth and find a younger, better looking mare for himself…”
Celestia reeled back, askance. “Better looking?”
“Princess, please,” Posy moaned. “With all due respect, I’m nothing to write home about.”
“I beg to differ - actually, I can firmly say that your humility, while charming, isn’t warranted,” Celestia firmly declared.
Lifting her gaze, Posy peered over at the Princess. “I…”
She didn’t finish - couldn’t finish, as her eyes settled Celestia. With a powerful yet feminine build, with an impressive bust, thick thighs, and angelic features, the alicorn was the very definition of a beauteous giantess. Glancing lower, drawn by a subtle movement at the Princess’ groin, she swallowed hard and felt her heart skip a beat.
It was the worst kept secret in Equestria that the Princesses, each and every one of them, sported more than just wings and a horn. With hushed whispered and excited giggles, ponies spoke about how Celestia, the oldest and most experienced of the alicorns, wielded a gargantuan stallionhood that could deliver untold ecstasy to whomever she bedded. She routinely tried not to think about such slatternly things, particularly because she hadn’t the slightest clue if it was true or not, although she would occasionally fantasize about the hearsay regarding the amazonian she-stud while her husband was off toiling in the fields or off at the local market.
The tales of bedicked Princesses would have been fantastical enough in and of themselves, although they paled in comparison to what the alicorns supposedly did with their royal subjects. There were no verifiable accounts, and there wasn’t any documentation to speak of, but allegedly Celestia, Luna, and even Twilight would fuck like crazed beasts! While Posy was reasonably certain that the stories were completely made up, they never failed to bring a tingle to her nethers.
“Yes?” Celestia pressed, snapping Posy from her stupor.
Be it by a coincidence or a subtle tease, the Princess cocked her hip and caused the bulge below her gown to become a bit more prominent. She’d realized that all the gossip had to have a grain of truth to them, yet the massive imprint beneath the gold-trimmed fabric of Celestia’s dress left little room for doubt. Unless her guest was smuggling an oversized summer sausage, she was staring at an absurdly huge cock.
“I - Ahem.” Clearing her throat and holding up a finger, she quickly collected her thoughts. “If what you say is true, and I have no reason to believe it is, perhaps a test is in order.”
As a smirk split her muzzle, Celestia’s eyes went alight. “A test, you say? Pray tell…?”
“Come,” Posy chirped, whipping around and waving for the Princess to follow. Leading her regal guest upstairs, she trotted into her bedchamber. “This is going to sound silly, but bear with me.”
Halting beside her and drinking in the room, Celestia grinned. “As you may or may not have heard, I do enjoy a bit of silliness from time to time.”
“Lay down, make yourself comfortable, and close your eyes,” she explained.
Celestia leered down at her. “You’re not going to make an attempt on my life ~ are you? Regicide is a very serious -”
“What? No!” Posy squawked, lifting and waving her hands in surrender. “I was just -”
Bursting into laughter, Celestia shook her head. “I’m joking!”
Posy fought to control her breathing as Celestia leisurely strutted by and obeyed her request. The mattress was far too small for the Princess, groaning under her weight, although that wasn’t terribly important. As long as the bed could hold her weight for a brief time, she’d be able to enact her spontaneously laid scheme.
“Are they closed?” she asked, sidling over to her dresser.
Waving one hand in front of her face, Celestia blindly gave a thumbs up in her approximate direction. “Can’t see a thing.”
Posy exhaled and silently opened a drawer. As she peered down at her small assortment of panties and bras, a scowl graced her muzzle. She had intended on slipping into something appealing to test her theory and maybe - just maybe entice Celestia, but cotton undergarments were hardly suitable for anything sultry. Thinking fast, she tiptoed over to her vanity while pawing at her blouse.
It was a long shot, a Hail Mary if ever there was one, but it was the only option that had any chance of success. She stripped down in a flash, tossing her clothing over to the laundry basket situated in the corner of her room, and plucked a tube of lipstick from beneath her mirror. If her naked and done-up didn’t get Celestia’s blood pumping, she may as well commit herself to a life of celibacy at a remote convent.
She straightened up as soon as she finished and gazed at her reflection. The red of her lipstick complemented her cerise mane and contrasted against the jade of her eyes. There wasn’t anything she could do about her figure, being just the slightest bit overweight, but she prayed to the heavens regardless - yeah, everypony had always said she had a generous backside, foal-bearing hips, and a massive rack, but that didn’t mean they were good enough to arouse a Princess - at least, she didn’t think they were good enough to arouse a Princess.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Just don’t…”
The words died in her throat when she turned and looked to the bed. She couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes to get ready, but the Princess had been busy in that small amount of time. Having drawn her dress up and over her legs, Celestia eyed her hungrily while clutching a tremendous slab of alabaster meat in her hand.
It took her a moment to comprehend what she was looking at, though the reality of what she was seeing hit her like a bomb. A stallionhood - a stallionhood so large that it made her husband’s dick look downright pathetic in comparison, that’s what Celestia was holding and languidly stroking. She’d hoped the rumors about alicorns were true, yet actually gazing upon the godly tool made her weak in the knees.
“Don’t what?” Celestia serenely as she swung one leg off the mattress.
“I - um - I…” Posy sputtered.
Her marehood grew damp, her nipples went erect, and the voice hitched in her throat while her mind reeled. How was this even possible? Being well-hung was one thing, but the Princess’ endowment would have put most fully-grown dragons to shame! Staring longingly at Celestia’s loins, she couldn’t move - heck, she could barely even think.
Getting to her feet, Celestia sauntered over and loomed over her. “I hope this proves I wasn’t merely flattering you.”
“Uh…uh-huh,” Posy dully replied as a bead of drool crept past her lips and down to her chin.
“Would you like a closer look?” Celestia hummed.
Posy’s eyes stayed glued to the immense, dangling stallionhood while she raised and lowered her head. Celestia’s package was a thing of beauty - so much so that she had to worship it for what it was. Falling to her knees, she shuffled forward and lifted her trembling hands. There weren’t many things she’d ever dreamed about doing, presuming the rest of her life would play out in mediocrity, yet the sight before her was the culmination of all her deepest, most erotic ambitions.
Pressing her cheek to the root of Celestia’s shaft, she drew a breath through her sinuses and groaned. The smell was divine, an inexplicable mix of masculine musk and delicate femininity, and it teased the most primal portions of her brain. As she practically huffed the ambrosial bouquet, her hands drifted up to the pair of fat, cum-laden balls hanging behind the alicorn’s length.
Celestia’s nuts felt like they weighed a ton, heavier than she would have assumed they’d be, and their heat and heft against her palms stoked the fire of her growing lust. She’d had stallions cum in her before, both by her husband - well, ex-husband and two studs she’d fooled around with back when she’d been in high school, although she’d bet everything she owned that none of them could produce as much thick, virile seed as the alicorn. Lovingly cradling and massaging the pair of fist-sized testicles, she steadily reared back to appreciate the monolithic shaft mere inches from her face.
Every instinct she had begged her to present herself, to spin around and spread her ass like a desperate animal in the throes of heat, yet she somehow managed to beat back her impulses - if only for a brief time. Withdrawing one hand, she glided her fingers from the girthy base of cock, past the medial ring, and to its blunted tip. It was hard to believe that this was real, that she was actually kneeling in front of a seraphic she-stud, but her senses weren’t deceiving her.
Celestia shifted and her cock twitched with what had to be excitement. It was a little strange that the Princess’ endowment was too massive to stand, yet the revelation only served to excite her further. Running her tongue over her lips, she peeked up and found the titan peering down at her.
“C…can I…” she whispered, inching back and lifting the pulsing shaft upward.
“You may,” Celestia softly replied.
Posy didn’t need to ask a second time to leap into action. Between the incredible smell, the sensation of velvety flesh against her digits, and simply looking at the behemoth Celestia called a cock, she had to give herself a taste. Holding the Princess’ gaze, having to use both hands to lift the enormous length while backing away to give herself enough room, she got into position.
Though she’d never been a fan of giving blowjobs, viewing them as a necessary part of being in a relationship with somepony, she was more than willing to make an exception. As she tried and failed to close her fingers around the monstrous endowment, her thoughts ran rampant. She didn’t know how she would be able to adequately lavish Celestia’s stallionhood with the love it deserved, but she knew she had to try her best.
She kissed the battering ram-like tip, silently introducing herself, before opening her muzzle and making out with it. The cock-head alone was too large for her to get her lips around, at least three inches wide, although she wasn’t going to throw in the towel and back down. While she wasn’t the most skillful with oral, there was one part of her that she felt certain would be up for the herculean task of pleasuring Celestia.
Reaching downward and past her breasts, she plunged three fingers into her slavering marehood. Ordinarily speaking, even when she was particularly worked up, she took her time with getting herself - that wasn’t the case with this particular occasion. She finger-fucked herself with reckless abandon, toying with the idea of trying to outright fist herself, while she opened her mouth as far as she possibly could.
She’d have an easier time fitting an orange in her mouth, but that didn’t stop her from driving her head forward and forcing the prodigious tip of alicorn meat into her maw. Her jaw ached, her tongue was flattened, and her lips stretched wide - nevertheless, she continued onward. Though it might have been impossible for her to accommodate all of what Celestia had to offer in her muzzle, it was her duty - no, her privilege to test her mettle.
“So eager,” Celestia mused, reaching down and running her fingers through Posy’s mane. “Here, let me help…”
No sooner did the Princess finish speaking than Posy was wrenched forward. In the blink of an eye, faster than she could react, over a foot of Celestia’s shaft was driven into her snout and straight down her gullet. With her throat heaving fruitlessly and eyes watering, she mutely choked around the girthy shaft.
Celestia pulled back just enough to let Posy get a sip of air and broadened her stance. “Deep breath…”
Filling her lungs, Posy crammed a fourth finger into her cunt. The discomfort of having her jaw all but dislocated was overshadowed by the fact Celestia, the Princess Celestia, had just used her face as a cock-sleeve. Now freed from having to support the substantial length buried in her muzzle, she pawed at her tits and twisted a nipple.
This was like a dream come true; not only was Celestia equipped with a colossal stallionhood, but she was on the receiving end of it - add to that the fact that she’d somehow aroused the Princess, and she was nothing short of elated! Frantically masturbating, she desperately sought out her release. Her husband, the farm, the guards that must have been lurking somewhere nearby - none of them meant anything to her at this moment. After spending the last few years in a meaningless marriage, she pined for nothing more than to be appreciated for who and what she was.
Celestia was tender but firm, holding her tightly while rutting her muzzle yet with a certain gentleness that couldn’t be denied. Her thrusts were deep and methodical, each one delivered deeper than the last, until her balls swung and bumped against Posy’s chin. It took her several minutes to fully hilt, bumping her groin against the mare’s nose, and it paid off in a way that even she couldn’t have predicted.
Shivering from head to toe, Posy came. Caressing her g-spot felt good, better than usual in fact, but it was the act of having all of Celestia’s stallionhood driven down her gullet that pushed her past the brink. As she gushed nectar to the rug beneath her, wracked with an orgasm that eclipsed any of those she’d had with Lignite, her mind went blank. All she could do was hold herself steady, keep her fingers crossed that she didn’t black out, and bask in the glory of being used by a demigod, so she did all three in tandem.
She could scarcely imagine how obscene the scene must have looked. There she was, knelt down while getting her throat swabbed by a Princess, and she was enjoying the abuse. A part of her understood how rough Celestia was being, treating her more like a living, breathing sex-toy than a married mare, but the raw intensity of the borderline abuse was as novel as it was thrilling. As she clung to consciousness, determined not to pass out, her mind slipped into a blissful haze.
It would have been impossible for her to know how long Celestia had lasted, but she weathered another three climaxes before she felt the titanic length swabbing her throat violently pulse. Throbbing in tune with Celestia’s heartbeat, the monstrous stallionhood flared in her stomach and locked in place. Even if she’d wanted to get away, which she very much didn’t, she wouldn’t have been able to escape.
Celestia set her jaw, clamped her eyes shut, and growled as wave after wave of cum surged into her. The influx of jizz was phenomenal, more than any stallion could produce over the course of several days, much less at one single time, and its effects were devastating. With her belly gurgling and distending, drooping over her thighs under the tremendous weight of what seemed to be nearly a gallon of spunk, she staved off oblivion for as long as she could.
Stepping back, Celestia gradually freed inch after inch of her cock until it popped free from Posy’s muzzle. “Still with me?”
“Guh…wha…” Posy thoughtlessly croaked.
She’d nearly blacked out, a cocktail of cum and saliva crept from her nose and past her lips, and she felt exhausted. While she was glad that she’d managed to cling to consciousness, especially because she’d been able to experience the full fury of an alicorn’s orgasm, her relief was short-lived. Seeing that Celestia didn’t appear tired at all, and that she was still rock hard, she gulped.
“Time for round two,” Celestia intoned.
Levitated from the floor by a golden aura, Posy found herself levitated over and onto her bed. She would have thought that things would have ended with the face fucking, if only so they could get to know one another before any actual sex, but typical pleasantries evidently didn’t extend to royalty. Coming to rest on the mattress, she stared down through the valley of her heaving bosoms to the giantess who’d just defiled her gullet.
Smoothly removing her gown and unclasping her bra, Celestia cheerfully hummed to herself. “I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask what your favorite position is.”
Posy lay in silence and awed at the Princess. Celestia was even more beautiful out of her dress than she had been while wearing it. With toned muscles, six pack abs, and large, picturesque bosoms, the Princess was a warrior goddess made manifest. Breathing hard and with the taste of cum and sweat dancing over her palate, she did the only reasonable thing she could think to do - she spread her legs.
There was a time and a place for being coy, for being modest in spite of one’s desires - this was no such time. She’d just had her throat positively ravaged, screwed with perilously little restraint, and she could likely pass for being pregnant from the absurd amount of jizz sloshing around in her stomach. Though she’d already cum a handful of times, more than enough to satisfy her for the better part of a week, she was consumed by her passion.
“Missionary then?” Celestia quietly asked as she rested one knee on the foot of the bed.
“Y…yes,” she faintly replied.
She hadn’t been more turned on since - well, frankly, she didn’t think she’d ever been more turned on in her life. Her marehood ached, pleading to be put to use, and there was an unfamiliar ache deep within her abdomen. She paid the unfamiliar sensation little mind, but a piece of her, a sliver of her being that had laid dormant for most of her adult life, had roused from its slumber.
Though she wasn’t aware of it, her ovaries went into overdrive. She’d occasionally wondered if or when she’d start a family, having a child with Lignite to carry on her lineage, yet nothing had ever come of it - not like she or her husband had tried particularly hard. Lifting and planting her feet on the mattress, keeping her legs splayed, she reached down and spread her sex in an unspoken attempt to entice her amazonian lover.
Celestia’s eyes widened as they shot to her rosy depths. Her stallionhood jerked upward, excited by the prospect of getting more action, and sent a small gout of spunk and pre-cum spurting onto the bed. Whether or not all the Princesses were as virile and energetic as her was anypony’s guess, but it was as clear as day that she was far from satisfied with the vehement blowjob.
Inching forward on her knees, she took one of Posy’s ankles in each hand and paused. “Just to give you a fair warning, this may ruin you…”
“Ruin?” Posy repeated, thrown off by the assertion.
Celestia nodded as she moved forward and kissed the tip of her length to Posy’s entrance. “It’s happened before and I dare say it will surely happen again, but almost every mare I’ve ever bedded has become - shall we say enthralled by my carnal prowess.”
With her jaw silently flapping, Posy grappled with what she’d just heard. “S…so I’m g…gonna become a cock-addict for you?”
“It’s more than possible,” Celestia admitted, nudging her stallionhood to the mare’s plump, engorged lower lips. “I hope that’s not -”
“Fuck me,” Posy muttered. “Ruin me for any other stallion and especially Lignite. If he wanted to sell the farm and give me away so easily, I don’t want him to ever think he could satisfy me again.”
A wolfish, downright predatory smile crept across Celestia’s face. “I can most certainly do that. Deep breath now…”
“Don’t hold baaaaaaaah - OH BUCK!” Posy howled.
Clawing at the sheets as she was impaled, Posy was hit with a mind-melting wave of pleasure. She would have liked to say that she’d climaxed merely from being penetrated, yet to call the unfathomable ecstasy coursing through her a climax would be an understatement. As her back arched and orgasmic flowed from her stuffed, spasming cunt, Celestia gradually plunged deeper.
She could feel every detail, from the veins along its shaft to the thick medial ring as it forced itself into her, and it was more akin to a spiritual experience than sex. Bedding somepony was a pleasant experience, regardless of whether she was on top or not, but this was on an entirely different level. Peeking down and seeing the unmistakable imprint of Celestia’s stallionhood worming up her abdomen and coming to rest just beneath her rib-cage, she sensed her sanity slip.
Rationality and common sense went out the window as she kicked her legs free and snapped them around the Princess’ hips. She’d cum purely from the penetration, and the unfettered rapture of her release was only just beginning to subside, yet she craved more. With a strength she didn’t know she had, she bucked up and started fucking herself on Celestia’s tool.
“Here,” Celestia giggled, “allow me to indulge you.”
The moment she finished speaking, she started to move. Each stroke was hard and incredibly deep, hammering her cock-head against the mare’s womb, while she quickly picked up speed and fell into a steady rhythm. Within seconds, Posy climaxed again - after minutes, she was braying out and squirting nectar like a lucky filly on prom night.
Posy hadn’t been a virgin in a long, long time, although the rutting Celestia delivered made her feel like every other amorous experience she’d ever had had been a lie. Lignite and the other stallions she’d had fun with were pathetic compared to the alicorn, and she instantly realized the truth to the warning she’d been given. Ruined - she’d been told she would be ruined, and the notion of finding no satisfaction with anypony other than the Princess - her Princess drove her to another orgasm in and of itself.
She came over and over again, consumed by endless waves of unremitting bliss, while losing herself to the overwhelming pleasure. There was no way she could ever go back to getting off herself or being gratified by a stallion after this, but she wasn’t upset by the revelation - no, she was elated by it. Celestia had chosen her, picked her from untold thousands of mares, and she wept tears of joy because of it.
Seemingly going without end, Celestia’s rutting was merciless. She’d nearly blacked out from a lack of oxygen while she’d choked on the Princess, although now she was dealing with another issue entirely. Blinded by unimaginable ecstasy, she weaved in and out of consciousness while her womb was battered.
Perhaps she’d been getting plowed for an eternity, or maybe it was just a handful of minutes - regardless of how long she’d ended up laying there getting her brains fucked out, it reached its inevitable end. Giving a final, unyielding plunge, sheathing the entirety of her length and plunging through her cervix, Celestia peaked.
Posy’s mouth hung open in a noiseless scream when she was claimed. If she hadn’t passed for being expectant before, she certainly did now. With two tremendous deposits of alicorn seed within her, one in her belly and the other bloating her womb, her abdomen grew so fat that it hung over her sides. With stars in her vision and chest heaving, covered in sweat, she peered up at the ceiling in disbelief.
Falling forward and collapsing atop the mare, Celestia contentedly snickered. “I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
“Y…yesh,” Posy slurred, barely able to speak.
“Good,” Celestia sighed, holding her close. “I hope you don’t mind if this happens two - maybe three times a day. While I consider myself a loving and just mare, I do have my needs…”
Nodding and shakily hugging Celestia, Posy grinned like an idiot. Every part of her ached, she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to stand up, much less walk, and she’d be shocked if she hadn’t been knocked up several times over, yet she was overjoyed. Lignite could go off with the fortune he’d made at her expense, because now she had something worth more than all the bits in the world…
