Thinly Veiled

Celestia took a seat on one of the stools, giving it a minor squeak as her weight settled on it. It had been a while since she adopted this magical disguise: a cream coated mare with a golden mane with a braid and a blue streak, and a white dress that hugged the curves of this new stockier body more than she thought.

The squeak reminded her that this stool was far from her throne. She had come here, cloaked in anonymity, seeking a taste of ordinary life, a reprieve from the constant pressures of royalty.

While she knew she had given herself quite the figure with how many eyes were on her, the squeak reminded her that it was far from a throne. Tonight, she was not Princess Celestia, beloved ruler of Equestria, but simply a mare looking for a moment of normalcy.

And some fun.

She grumbled for a second as she settled her weight, but put up a smile when the bartender, the handsome unicorn stallion with a light orange coat and white mane, approached.

"What's a pretty mare like you doing alone at a place like this?" he said.

Celestia opened her mouth, as if getting ready to politely address him as just a fellow citizen, and therefore almost forgetting for the real reason she was here.

She then relaxed her posture and smiled.

"I could say the same for you. You're quite dashing yourself, but yet..." she replied.

The bartender let out a snort. "Please. I've seen too much around here. Dating is past me."

"Somepony like you? I'll bet you've got a couple mares over the years though."

Despite his sly face, Celestia could spot a blush attacking his snout. It made her own smirk transform into a genuine smile. She looked around the rest of the place, getting a feel for it.

As quickly as it came, the bartender's blush faded, and a look of unease crept onto his face. "Um... where are my manners?" he asked, nervously trotting closer. He extended his front left hoof forward, his voice turning to a formal tone. "I am Thunder Run, the bartender and owner of the Gleaming Horseshoe. What can I get for you?"

Celestia paused for a moment. While she knew her Alicorn constitution wouldn't let her get properly drunk as these ordinary ponies, that didn't mean she couldn't take a load off her back and enjoy a buzz. Even then, in a bar as high class as this, that was not a question to take lightly. She gave the shelf above the countertop a long look, taking in the array of liquids in all manner of bottles. She was hardly one to down a few shots and call it a night, at least on her own.

She then took a good look at the menu of drinks posted on the wall just to her side, which described their cocktails with such vigor and detail. There was such a wide assortment of drinks called "Canterlot Shilling" and "Equestria Colada", along with names that referred to a dozen different Equestrian cities, that she had trouble choosing one.

Finally, she decided on an old classic. "Surprise me," she said.

"Surprise you, eh?" Thunder Run chuckled. "That's the spirit. Let's see... how about a Moonlight Mare-I-see? It's got a couple fruits and juices, but also a touch of the harder stuff. We'll top it off with a fancy umbrella and even add some dry ice if you want."

A touch of the harder stuff? Celestia was fairly familiar with most alcoholic beverages, so the term was no surprise. What caught her ear was the reference to the "hard stuff" as being part of a mixed drink, not as an additive to a softer drink like ale or a cider. She definitely knew that she could handle it, but she was here for a reason...

"What about something stronger?" she said.

"Stronger?" he said, his eyebrows arching and his face leaning forward. "Something tells me that you don't get drunk that easily."

She merely giggled at this. "It doesn't hurt to try," she added with a wink.

His mouth opened as he rolled his eyes and cocked his head. "Well, there's a number of hard drinks I could make for you," he said, walking away. "I could throw together a Black Widow for you. But as tempting as it is, that might be too strong for a fine mare such as yourself."

He picked up a bottle, shaking it a few times. "This right here is the strongest stuff I have, and if I remember right, only three ponies in here have ever tried it. One of them passed out. Then again, I think one of them had more than one glass... you'd have to have the guts for it."

While she was pretty sure she was still the most powerful being in the world, she had to give props to him for his dare. Little to his knowledge, though, her guts weren't going to fail her tonight.

"So what's the price on that stuff?" she asked. "Is it a pretty bit?"

"Not only that, but the hard stuff's the highest proof," he said, "and since you're in the mood to taste the worst it's got to offer, we'll start out with a shot."

"Oooh, a shot!" she said, trying her best to play the role of the intrigued customer. "How many should we make it?"

"Ten."

Celestia almost lost her smile. She wasn't expecting that answer. "Ten?! Are you nuts? A pony could die drinking ten shots of that stuff!"

Thunder Run only gave her a wry chuckle in reply. "Heh... I thought you were feeling risky."

"Oh, I am feeling risky," she replied. She adjusted herself on the seat, extending her neck, ears perking and tail flowing. She leaned forward, her soft rosy eyes fixated on Thunder Run as her voice grew sultry.

"I want twenty," she said.

He lost his confident smirk and his eyes went wide. His brow wrinkled as he seemed to think through what her request meant. Finally, he nodded. "All right, you want twenty," he said. "We'll make it an even twenty. And then, I promise you... your mouth is going to fall open, and we'll end this game right there."

"Is that right?" Celestia said as he turned away, collecting the needed equipment. "So it'll be a bet of sorts?"

He looked over his shoulder for a moment, raising an eyebrow. "Sure, you can make it a bet," he said, opening a bottle and pouring liquid into a small glass.

She put on her best evil grin, now becoming more enthusiastic about the challenge ahead. "Then I bet you that I can do all twenty."

He put the bottle down and held the glass in his magic aura emitted from his horn. Turning towards her, his face had turned more serious, and he sighed.

"Mare, don't say that like you've been drinking this stuff all day," he said.

"Excuse me?" she replied, tilting her head.

"If you're going to act all innocent," he said as he put the glass down before her, "you could at least make your bet something you actually want, and not just a challenge, like that silly pegasus last year..."

Celestia took a moment to examine the glass, which had a few droplets of its contents pooling at the bottom, and was now resting on a red napkin. It looked no different than a regular glass, and it certainly wasn't giving off any strong scent. Was this really the hardest stuff the Gleaming Horseshoe offered, and yet it was still so tame-looking?

"Look, if you don't want to do this, there's plenty of other things you can have," Thunder Run said, "but don't bet these many shots of straight Neighclear, all right?"

"But I want ten shots of straight Neighclear," she said.

"Yeah? So if you manage to drink them without falling over, what do I get out of this?"

Celestia was now contemplating what kind of bet she could make that would appeal to this stallion. She still wanted to make sure that she didn't make any promises that she couldn't keep, and it would still have to be within reasonable boundaries.

But this was her night, and nobody really knew who she was...

"Let me finish every last one of the shots," she finally said, looking Thunder Run in the eye, "and I'll let you watch me drink them. That's what you'd want, isn't it? The show of the century?"

"The show of the centur—" he started, but cut himself short, his eyes squinting and his brow wrinkling in a mix of incredulity and desire. Finally, he gave her a firm nod. "Yeah. That would be a nice treat. All right, I accept your bet, Golden."

"And I accept yours."

He waved the next eleven glasses behind the counter, settling them neatly next to the first. Once he'd moved the first glass close enough, Celestia lifted it up, gently swirling it and examining the thin layer of the drink coating the sides. She was now finally able to smell the alcoholic scent from the clear liquid. While it was now stronger than the last one, it was nothing compared to what was to come.

The other glasses soon moved themselves next to the first one, each landing on a spare space of the countertop with a soft clack. Celestia raised her first glass towards the ceiling, as if giving a toast.

"Cheers."

"Yeah, cheers," Thunder Run said with a nervous chuckle.

Celestia then took her time, taking her first sip and feeling the harshness of the drink slide down her throat. She wasn't going to show it, but she had to admit, this was nothing like she had ever tasted before.

Still, this was nothing to the likes of the Princess of Equestria.

The glasses disappeared, one by one, and Celestia licked her lips and wiped her muzzle after each. With each drink, she'd come up with something else to say, but once they grew larger in quantity, she figured silence was best.

At the sixth drink, Thunder Run, while not a big fan of conversation before, was growing more and more awed by what he was watching. Each empty glass slid down the counter, and he could only bring himself to stare and catch them, as the speed of their travel had slowed tremendously.

But it was only at the tenth where Celestia pompously asked for more, a smug grin spread across her muzzle, and it was the twelfth when she finished the last one and looked Thunder Run straight in the eye.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

He said nothing, staring dumbfounded at the now-empty glass that had been filled only moments ago. His expression grew more agape and his eyelids lowered as his head and shoulders sagged.

"Y-y-yes," he finally managed.

"Great! And, quite honestly, not as bad as it could have been. The fruits weren't mixed in as well as I would have liked, but it's not anything that a better-trained bartender couldn't do. Don't you think, Thunder?"

It wasn't until she waved a hoof in front of his muzzle did he finally blink. He quickly shook his head and the astonishment faded to a distant memory.

"All right, you won the bet," he finally said, rolling his eyes, a small laugh escaping. "It was nice playing along, but now I've got real customers that are waiting."

"You know," she said, leaning closer towards him, "maybe later you and I can play this little game again." The smirk she put on was the smuggest smile she could muster, and she tilted her head and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Yeah, well... maybe," he muttered, smiling back.

Celestia knew he meant it as a polite way to brush her off, and was probably not considering a potential rendezvous with her. And in a way, she was disappointed with herself.

Because if she didn't have her plans set, she could have perhaps had more than just a fling with him.

Regardless, the two ended their conversation and Celestia began to look around the very bar, and found that she was drawing a great deal of attention from the other patrons. Whether it was from her amazing feat of consuming a score of Neighclear shots without any major fuss or from her teasing Thunder Run, the sheer amount of interest was enough to make her cheeks burn.

It took some willpower, but she finally brought her gaze down and averted her eyes from the crowd. There had to be more to do in the bar, especially with how fancy the place was. Maybe she could go and do karaoke, or maybe go dance?

She looked behind her, getting a good view of the dance floor, and the pair of couples currently on it. With all her wisdom, she didn't consider what those two were doing. They were moving their hooves and bodies to the music, which was quite catchy, but as the song was in the middle of a bridge, the dancers were sharing some quick words.

She returned her focus towards the table, putting her head in a hoof as she continued to think. When was the last time she danced in a public venue like this? And when was the last time she was able to talk to somebody without formality?

The booths she saw were mostly full, leaving few available for her. Still, the closest booth was just across the way, and it seemed to be occupied by just one stallion in particular. Maybe if she hurried, she could maybe...

"Miss, are you all right?"

The sound of Thunder Run's voice made her snap her attention back towards the bar, and she immediately shot back a question. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean you drank a lot of shots just now, and you're acting like you're ready to pass out. Can you even walk over to the booth by yourself, or do you need an escort?"

Celestia let his concerns roll off her, and gave a giggle. Despite a small buzz finally beginning to affect her, she was quite sure it was only because of how long it had been since she drank something this strong. If she was an ordinary pony, there was no doubt she would be more intoxicated than she currently was.

She looked over at the booth in question, and now she could see that it was the same pony she had eyed earlier. A timid looking stallion, one that looked awfully cute, sitting by himself, and was probably waiting for a friend.

"I assure you, I'm fine," she said, sliding off the stool. She landed gracefully on the floor, but immediately stumbled and put a hoof against the counter. The flow of her dress followed the motion of her sudden move and flared outward, and Thunder Run only chuckled at her performance.

"If you say so," he said.

She lifted her other hoof up, and once her dress finally rested, she stood firm and puffed out her chest.

"Quite the tall... stool."

Before the bartender could even respond, she trotted her way over to the booth, approaching from behind, and promptly sat herself down in the open spot right next to the stallion, despite him sitting at an otherwise occupied table.

"U-uh, can I help you, miss?"

Getting a much closer look at the stallion only made Celestia's smile widen. He had an adorable cream coat with a short, bronze mane and tail. His soft brown eyes looked so cute, with their hue complimenting hers. His outfit, meanwhile, was quite nondescript, a simple tuxedo suit.

She struggled to find an adequate response. "You're really handsome," she said.

Normally, it'd take a lot more of an icebreaker to get a stallion to loosen up, and perhaps let loose and have a little fun, but Celestia couldn't help but notice the faint blush across his snout. It was an attempt on her part to convey what she was looking for tonight, and it seemed he was picking up on it.

That, and there was already a good bit of her mind that just wanted to get to the fun part, and this cutie just might help do the trick.

The stallion's cheeks began to redden, and he sunk down and curled his head away. "U-uhm, r-really? This is the first time I've heard that."

His flushed expression turned crimson as her eyes trailed lower, seeing the bulge that had begun to appear, straining against his trousers.

She had him where she wanted, and he was definitely the type she was looking for tonight.

"And this is the first time I've met such a charmer," she whispered, her voice husky. "What's your name, handsome?"

"My n-name?" he asked, finally managing to bring his gaze back up.

"Mhm."

"Sunshower."

"Sunshower, Sunshower..." she repeated, placing her hoof over his withers, and scooching her body closer to his, "such a beautiful name for a pretty stallion. It sounds like rain during the summer. It's so relaxing, so... soothing."

"Well, my sister's named Sunbeam, so I guess it fits..." Sunshower replied, looking a bit nervous, but also oddly flustered.

"Your sister?"

"Yes, we're twins, my sister and I," he answered. "She's a pegasus, so the weather connection seems a bit off, but she was born on a sunny, windy day, so..."

"Yes, yes, your sister sounds lovely," Celestia interrupted, making a dismissive motion with her free hoof. "But let's not worry about your sister, because that would be just rude, now would it?"

"Oh, s-sorry," Sunshower said, still nervous. He fidgeted his forelegs, tapping his hooves on the table.

"No, no, don't apologize," Celestia cooed, scooching even closer. "So, Sunshower, this is your first time in the Gleaming Horseshoe? From your lack of company, it seems that you came here by yourself."

This time, no response from him, only a quick nod.

Normally, Celestia would never be this forward, not when being her usual self, nor when in disguise. Yet with everything building up in the last decade of being Princess, she was craving a release, a distraction, something to clear her mind. The idea to mingle with the commoners was both a frightening and exciting prospect, and when a particular young stallion showed up at her sights, she realized she couldn't waste a perfectly good opportunity.

"Well, you'll be glad to know," she said, now right up against him, her warm breath brushing his cheek, "that I came here to have fun. I just want to have a good time, with somepony, well, like you. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

She could have sworn she could hear a gulp escape him. "N-not at all, G-golden Feather," he said.

Celestia distanced herself slightly.

"Wait... how do you know my name?"

"W-well," he said, a brief, embarrassed laugh escaping, "the bartender over there called you it a couple times."

Celestia's alarmed expression relaxed as she rolled her eyes and looked over. Thunder Run was facing towards a customer, talking, but looking right at her and Sunshower. He caught her stare, and then suddenly averted his eyes and looked down, chuckling and shaking his head. She could only guess what was going on.

"Oh. Right. He did," she replied, not really caring what the stallion was talking about. "Well, I'll make it clear. I want a pony just like you, Sunshower. We can do so many fun things together. Would you like that?"

"Y-yes," he finally said.

Celestia leaned a little closer and brushed her muzzle against his cheek. Considering his nervous demeanor, the closeness probably seemed a bit unwarranted, but she wanted him to feel secure and comfortable. That, and she never had opportunities like this in the past, and wasn't really sure what the limits were in a public area.

"That's good," she murmured, slowly brushing her cheek against his. "You're quite cute, you know. Absolutely adorable, and it's making me just want you even more."

She felt his shiver, and she immediately pulled back. She studied him, taking a good look at his body language and the look in his eyes. At first, she wondered if he was afraid, but then he flashed her a nervous smile.

"You're a bit drunk, aren't you?" he asked.

"W-wha?"

Celestia pursed her lips and let her jaw hang. She wasn't drunk, was she?

"It's okay. I'm not much of a drinker either. But you seem a bit, um... under the influence, Golden. Is there anything I can do to help?"

The young stallion was genuinely concerned for her. Celestia had already forgotten that he had a pure soul, but her mind was too focused on whether there was truth to his word or not. Even if she was disguised as Golden Feather, she still had the constitution of an Alicorn.

Or was he right and she was, indeed, slightly inebriated?

"Help me?" she finally asked. "Hmm... well, I may know of one way."

With a gentle shuffle of her hips, she nudged one thigh up against his crotch, and her flesh, thinly veiled under her dress, brushed up against his member. She could feel its firmness as the pressure built up.

Sunshower took in a sharp breath through his nostrils, and his eyes widened. He stiffened up, his shoulders raised and his legs tightly pressed against the table. It didn't take him long to relax, his legs loosening and a tiny moan escaping.

"You seem so eager for it," Celestia said. "Do you think you could help me in a, hmm, physical way?"

Sunshower looked down from her eyes, then up again.

"Y-y-yes, if... that's okay," Sunshower replied, his speech slow and his breathing rapid.

"Mmm, and you do sound so eager." Celestia grinned.

She slid her hoof up his foreleg, resting her fetlock on his withers and continuing to caress his cheek with her muzzle. With the amount of buildup this poor young stallion had accumulated, coupled with the contact and warmth she was applying, Celestia imagined he'd be all over her in mere moments.

However, he remained mostly stationary, except for his heavy panting. While it was evident that Sunshower was eager, it was apparent that his shyness was keeping him rooted, and despite the bulge pressing against his trousers, it seemed he hadn't grown much.

She still had a way to go.

She smiled and stroked his chin. "You've gotten so quiet, dear. Why not tell me a little about yourself? Something you're good at, or something you like to do."

"Really, I'm not good at much," he stammered, his eyes darting. "I'm a delivery pony, and it's not really the greatest job. The only reason I'm even here is that I had a delivery in town today and I wanted to have a drink. This place is supposed to be the best in the city."

"That's wonderful," Celestia gushed, bringing her other forehoof up his cheek and holding the sides of his face, keeping him level with hers. "Where's your favorite place you've been for a delivery?"

"Hmm, well, usually places within a couple miles are the usual run," he explained, "and it's not like we deliver outside of the Canterlot a lot. Sometimes they have me go down south to Ponyville, and that's when I meet some really interesting ponies. There's this one mare, an old, blind granny, and sometimes I go and visit her. It's hard to believe, but she's a huge fan of the royal family, and has a whole bunch of photos and artifacts that are really cool. Some are from before Equestria was even founded."

"Ooooh," Celestia giggled, stroking her hooves along the sides of his muzzle. While in truth, she wasn't quite so interested in what he had to say, it was getting harder and harder to keep track of the details. "I'd... like to meet her sometime. That sounds so fascinating, especially meeting ponies from such an ancient time."

"I'm pretty sure she lives in Ponyville, and since we're not that far, you could go check her out. Her name is, uhm, what was it again?" Sunshower asked, his voice trailing. He hummed for a bit, trying to recall the name.

Celestia didn't bother, her head nodding and her eyelids lowering. She continued to rub her cheek and muzzle against Sunshower's, and even snuck in a peck on his ear. The stallion, although not giving back the favor, continued his story. That was, until Celestia planted a hoof on his lips.

"And when will I get to see your package, Sunshower?" she murmured.

He blinked a couple of times, and gave a weak cough.

"Come now, you're a delivery stallion, you know?" She shot him a cheeky smile, and a wink.

"Oh."

She slowly dragged her hoof down his neck, pausing to stroke his chest, before sliding down even further, and finally ending at the bulge still beneath his trousers. She lightly pawed at the spot, teasing the fabric with her hoof.

"I'd like to see you give me a -hic- delivery..." she purred.

She then brushed her hips against his, and used the weight of her body to force him to the wall. Her hoof slid forward, now completely covering the clothed tip of his shaft.

"Now," she whispered.

"I, uh, Golden, not here. It's... too crowded."

She glanced at the busy dance floor and bar, and nodded. She knew what he meant. She then turned her attention to the restrooms and caught a glimpse of the other pony entering through the door marked for mares.

Sunshower saw where her gaze was at however, and quickly objected.

"No, not the bathroom," he muttered. "At least, not there... it's too dirty."

"Ah, well... that's true," Celestia replied, her voice slurring ever-so-slightly.

"What about... my place? It's not too far, just a couple blocks from here. We could spend the night there."

She paused for a moment, allowing her mind to digest his words. That, or her inhibitions were slowing.

"That sounds perfect."

As they both trotted down the street, the stars above them twinkled in the night sky. With the sun having set not long ago, she knew that her sister's shift was over, and that there should be nopony outside the castle and likely very little activity in the streets.

She could be herself.

Even the light of the nearby gas lamps didn't obscure the beauty of the stars and moon, as they were nestled in a cloudless patch of sky. The brilliant shimmer reflected off her coat and dress. However, she noticed Sunshower didn't quite have the same luck.

Despite the romantic notion, Celestia wasn't focused on her work. Instead, her sights were focused solely on the adorable stallion trotting in step next to her.

Something about the atmosphere was... extremely beautiful to Celestia. Everything was just so pretty, and she could swear she had never seen this street before. Celestia was still coming to terms that this was real, and happening. For her, it was a miracle that a stallion had allowed her to follow him home.

Unbeknownst to Celestia, or to her magical disguise as Golden Feather, there was a strut in her trot. A strut she didn't intend, one that was a result of her own inebriation.

And a brief, magical flicker in her mane.

"Huh?"

Sunshower looked at her in surprise, his muzzle parting and his eyebrows raising.

Celestia, in turn, only gave him a sly, yet forced smile, not knowing that the tiniest shimmer had just appeared within her braided, blonde mane, and then vanished just as quickly as it had come.

"Come now, you don't have to be scared," Celestia teased, unknowing while flouncing forward. "We are alone now, aren't -hic- we?"

The pegasus nervously paid it no heed, and trotted ahead.

Celestia chuckled at his timidness. "So, you've got a place just ahead," she said, "isn't it? Just a couple blocks, no less?

Sunshower kept trotting, the noise of his hooves loud in the now-quiet and dark street.

"Don't worry, darling, -hic- I can be a bit pushy sometimes, but not always."

Celestia sighed, a puff of condensation forming from her breath. She really hoped the little amount she had to drink didn't make her too unpredictable, or worse, drive him away.

She galloped towards him and pulled up next to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked, the breeze blowing her mane and tail behind her. "Do you have second thoughts? Is it me?"

She began to pout as she walked.

"No, no, nothing like that." Sunshower giggled, waving a hoof dismissively. "It's just... oh, never mind."

"What's on your -hic- mind?"

"Well," Sunshower said, "It's just that... I d-didn't expect to be bringing a mare home tonight."

"Aww, what's wrong, you never had a -hic- mare?"

"No...? I, er, uh, don't know how to... really, uh..."

"I don't think I'll bite, you know." Celestia chuckled.

Eventually, they both reached Sunshower's apartment, a door that matched many others on the block. Sunshower's was no different, and he quickly opened the door and led her inside.

The dim hallway was lit only with an occasional hanging lamp. To the left, she could see the stairwell leading up the floors. However, he had his hoof placed on the door that read '1', and opened it, allowing her to enter first.

"Please, come in."

It took a few minutes before the oil lantern Sunshower had taken to light his way into the apartment had illuminated the entire living room. Celestia could clearly see the couch, a sofa chair, and a bookshelf. The wallpaper looked fresh, with barely any imperfections in its patterns.

She immediately made her way to the couch, plopping herself down on a cushion, the padding letting out a sigh.

She then beckoned him forward with a hoof.

"Why, come and -hic- sit here, will you?"

Sunshower did just that, joining her on the sofa.

"You know, you're quite cute." She blushed.

She carefully drew his head up and rubbed his mane between her hooves. Even if it wasn't her intent, there was a buzz deep beneath her that was orchestrating the situation, and was becoming increasingly vocal.

"I wonder... is there something in my mane?" She smiled as she examined his hair, and then his face.

"N-no."

"Good, 'cause I wouldn't mind if you're checking me over, and what have you..."

There was a gleam in her eye, one of joy, and even a bit of lust, and it made the stallion nervous. But excited, as his shaft had grown and poked at the front of his pants.

Finally, he scooched closer on the sofa, seating himself next to her and pulling her close.

"Oh, you're so -hic- adorable. I'm sure you have some business there."

Without hesitation, she touched the bulge gently, but firmly, and began to stroke the covered flesh.

"And this is your package?"

She stroked it a few more times, the cloth rubbing against the sensitive flesh. The pegasus shut his eyes tightly and moaned, shuddering.

"Y-yes..."

She continued to stroke it for a few more seconds, and then stopped. Sunshower's breath hitched, and then let out a small sigh as she removed her hoof.

"P-please... continue."

Celestia smirked.

Her grin grew wider, and she winked at him. Sunshower, still looking somewhat perplexed, said nothing and only stared at her with a bewildered expression.

She then closed her eyes and leaned forward, closing the distance between his snout and hers. Almost involuntarily, he drew himself towards her, his muzzle pressing upon hers gently and tentatively. Both breathed softly, exhaling, their breaths heating each others' snouts and upper lip as her left hoof settled against his neck. He grew stronger with confidence, lifting his snout just slightly before setting it softly down as before as his tongue parted his lips.

This felt instinctual to Celestia, and she wasn't sure why. Her lunge seemed very natural. She needed this, and though she didn't know why it was affecting her like this, she let him stroke her neck and lean against his mouth. Though it might not have been real, everything in her consciousness in the heat of the moment assured her of its utter importance, and when she ran her tongue around Sunshower's moist lip, the mare exhaled deeply with approval.

The room felt humid, the temperature becoming swelteringly hot, yet neither broke contact. Their saliva seemed to excrete larger amounts when they were no longer touching each others' lips, and so their mouths repeatedly slapped hungrily and anxiously for the taste of each other. Celestia only then noticed the moistness growing between her legs and on her thigh. For what little restraint the disguised alicorn knew to exercise at these intimate stages, whatever urge and thought remained was washed away almost as quickly as her willpower. When finally the desire rose above the point of tolerance, she spoke, her lips brushing and smacking in place.

"Where's your bedroom? Show me..." Her whisper, her warm breath caressing his ear, encouraged an immediate gesture with his hoof before a pause. Sunshower then chuckled, blushing and shifting his head towards the way his hoof gestured. He promptly grabbed the bottle of champagne next to the bookcase, then scrambled out the doorway and bounded noisily for the other room. With a surge of eagerness, Celestia did the same, forgetting about the decorum and mannerisms of Equestria's Royal Princess, instead moving forth to the awaiting stallion.

The young stallion, just before she entered his room, fell back onto the bed, hitting the springboard of the mattress hard enough to jump momentarily. Both their chests pounded quickly. There was an undulating flutter from within Celestia's ribs that resounded within, like a bass drum played in her heart. As the realization dawned upon her that what was going to happen would mark a profound experience and memory, it did not shake her nor slow her down. Before him lay the bottle and the two glasses, already half filled with sparkling champagne.

He offered a glass. Her hoof tapped the delicate rim lightly. Sunshower did not hesitate to begin taking a swallow, so with a sudden breath to still her nerves, Celestia did the same, enjoying the deliciously bubbly nectar gliding along her throat. Compared to the Neighclear earlier, the bitter, alcoholic flavor that burned its way along the tongue was merely a pale comparison. She poured another glass almost immediately, her body sensing the increased temperature.

Whether it was nerves or due to anticipation and excitement, she did not know. Only that her breaths became more frequent and uneven. After the next, larger glass had been taken, Sunshower stood up slowly, stumbling and letting out a light chuckle. Unwilling to accept that the fumbles were due to him feeling more unsteady and lacking coordination, and possibly drunkenness, the pegasus found reason to blame the mattress.

Celestia, meanwhile, took the opportunity to make a closer inspection of the furniture in the room. She could see a rug of pink straw lying on the bed, a standing lamp whose metal sheen was marred by a bright purple veneer, and beside the wooden nightstand a radio box playing piano music softly. It seemed much like the music downstairs in the club, or the type played at the castle on formal days, not very cheerful nor enthusiastic.

It was far from the regal atmosphere Celestia's own room boasted, but as long as the mare felt safe, she had little reason to complain. She nodded, glancing quickly at Sunshower, whose back was turned, but she could see his wings fluttering in the dimness of the room. When the mare turned back to the mirror and was faced with the vision of her disguised self, a sense of satisfaction gripped her.

She hadn't gotten this good of a look at herself ever since she first left for the bar. The way her dress hugged her curves reminded of how much emphasis she put on disguising herself as such a voluptuous pony. On a whim, she turned and bent sideways to show off her rear. This act, notwithstanding the presence of a stallion that was none the wiser of her true status, Celestia nonetheless found rather... arousing, and...

Very hot.

He really had no idea who she really was. Who she actually was, not even knowing her real identity, and all the status she had. Instead, Celestia had the pleasure of allowing him to fill her with whatever sexual fantasies he wished and dreams he could possibly dream. While this would normally upset a more conscientious lover, not the slightest doubt crept upon her to think, once or twice, if her disguised intentions were a form of trickery.

"Y-you're..."

Sunshower couldn't even finish his sentence before she interrupted him with the graceful motion of a hoof along her flank, and a tilt of her head. The heat of the alcohol rushed into her veins, and her hips began to sway along to the music. Feeling somewhat confident, she finally chose to respond to him.

"Surprised you managed to get a mare like me in your bedroom?"

The blush on his snout only intensified. In this moment, Celestia enjoyed knowing and realizing the power and influence she could have as somepony that wasn't the princess, and who would certainly not carry the consequences or burden that title did. The experience would be exciting, new, and definitely unique. So unique, in fact, she hardly found herself hesitating, allowing him the pleasure to imagine doing things a 'mare like her' would do.

Instead, it was almost an incredible thought to consider and admire what her life was for the next few hours, to experience and have an ordinary pegasus who held absolutely no ties or allegiances, to share something as wonderful and unique with, regardless of how trivial such a fact seemed to mean in the great scope of things, the experience seemed exciting and new. Celestia found it difficult to find any genuine reasons not to agree with such a viewpoint and mindset.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she slowly took off her dress, leaving behind naught but the thin panties beneath and her stockings on her hindlegs. A slight chill crept up her spine, but was soon gone as the presence of the young stallion distracted her from the thoughts and sensation. When Sunshower finally did face her, an expression of wide-eyed amazement graced his features.

Celestia did the routine she predicted would work best. She twirled around, giving the pegasus the best view possible while not too blatant that a drunken mare would pose seductively. All the while, the stallion's gaze never left hers. What struck Celestia, perhaps unsurprisingly, was how Sunshower never spared her a single lecherous glance. Instead, what shone in his eyes were those of awe and admiration. In place of what she anticipated for a stallion, an infatuation of sorts, this was different, and a spark had been ignited in a personality that had been so shy before.

With her flank facing him, she lifted one hind leg to brush the other, taking off one sock and proceeding to the next, wiggling her hoof teasingly to hint as to what her other intention might be. Celestia wasn't a mind reader, so she was uncertain that he could properly appreciate the foreplay, so she decided a vocal signal of her encouragement wouldn’t be unfitting for the present moment.

"Enjoying the -hic- show?"

Although she did not wish to get his hopes up unnecessarily, she gave him a wink as his eyes continued their downward ascent.

It would seem the alcohol was speaking through her mouth, because not once did she stop her steady but careful pace towards the stallion, keeping a light strut that was the direct result of both the circumstances of her attire and her movements.

His own reaction time was delayed, but in time the pegasus sat upright with haste, as though the shock of being treated to such a luxurious show awoke him, his eyes locking onto hers as he stumbled briefly onto his side before pulling himself together and clearing his throat.

"Ehehh, so, nopony has seen you like this before...?"

With both socks off, the only piece of clothing on her were black-laced panties. These weren't of the cheap sort that the Canterlot elite would wear, as such frilly accessories were easy to get her hooves on thanks to the lack of cost and her status, but these ones were on the classier sort. With lacy edges and flowery designs, and her protruding thighs, Celestia deemed it suitable for a nighttime romp, given the scenario.

She could feel the way it dug into her ass, and the way it ran smoothly against her wet snatch, almost adding an extra layer of lubrication. But most importantly, Celestia wore this to remind her that, just for tonight, she wasn't a Princess, or someone that society revered. Nor would she, in any form, seek gratification simply due to the authority and wealth the title entailed.

She shuffled her flank, this body being much stockier than that of an Alicorn, but therefore holding an even curvier physique. She could feel the slightest ripples or jiggles. Yes, much pudgier, not that the stallion could appreciate any details aside from a curvy rear. Yet Celestia made it all worth the night when her shapely hip ended its rotations.

The young stallion, whose breathing had deepened considerably, licked his lips and only drooled on his bed. Seeing that, Celestia felt no need or desire to reprimand him, since she did feel she was doing her part as the tease. Her grin was bright, her mood elevated due to a combination of the alcohol and her actions. With Sunshower fully upright and his pupils as large as marbles, Celestia slowly made her way closer and closer before stepping onto the bed and trapping him.

"Oh, if only you knew who you were really -hic- dealing with..."

She positioned herself closer on the bed, drawing up her head and her cheeks close to his, whispering directly into his ears the sounds of sweet nothings that the night would eventually give into.

"Wait!"

Sunshower retracted, quickly getting off the bed and rummaging through one of his drawers. For a few brief moments, the young stud continued his search frantically through his possessions before stopping, looking up to Celestia, and grinning sheepishly. The latter only arched an eyebrow, curious as to the young stallion's intentions.

And as quickly as it started, he drew something from the bottom of his dresser—it was a condom. She recognized it instantly, as he put on a weak grin with a tear down the side. He kicked the drawer shot with a hindleg as he plopped back onto the bed.

"S-so... would you do the honors?"

He gave her the condom, letting her snatch it out his hooves with her teeth.

With the condom in her mouth, she only stared back for a moment, her breath warming the rubber. Taking a second to look back up at the young pony, she returned her eyes to the condom, smacking it lightly with her tongue. If this was a question to whether she would consent or not, then yes, this was the consent for sexual intimacy.

But Celestia knew better, and this normal pegasus didn't know any better. An alicorn like her had no need for protection against conception or illness.

She spit the condom away, crawled up closer and whispered huskily. Sunshower's expression, meanwhile, mirrored that of confusion, his eyebrows furrowing and head tilting.

"Why would I want to do -hic- that...?" Celestia cooed, her nose poking Sunshower's, before smiling and lifting her haunches. "Have a look and see -hic- how excited you've gotten me..."

Sunshower looked uncertain, his eyes darting and his chest tight. Nonetheless, after a few short moments, the shy, young stallion stepped closer with trembling legs. His cock was rising higher now, already rock solid and pointing her direction. It looked bigger and thicker than his forelegs, already stiffening and wriggling.

Celestia, unembarrassed, snorted hot air.

"It's always the shy ones."

The stallion chuckled weakly. She was sure he was red, as that same blush had probably spread across her cheeks. Her whole body was a furnace, the fire starting at her loins, radiating outward.

"I know just -hic- what to do with this... lay on your back."

Shakily, and a little bit clumsily, Sunshower followed her lead and did exactly that, lying on the bed flat. His belly lay taut, his cream coat bright under the lamplight. Although Celestia admired his anatomy, the display in front was... impressive. So was his length, fully erect and as proud as any stallion had ever been. The girth, even at such an advanced level of arousal, didn't strain too greatly on its skin. There, right at his base, was a pair of heavy, ripe balls, equally impressive as they throbbed, full and pulsing with every breath he took.

"You were hiding so much with your pants on, it's amazing what a -hic- pony looks like without them... "

He swallowed enough saliva to fill his mouth again before clearing his throat.

"R-really?"

She smiled, and slowly got off the bed. Then, she flicked off the light, leaving the room in complete darkness. Sunshower could only rely on his ears and body as he felt the bed creak, bending slightly at the other end of the mattress and he gasped before Celestia crawled further.

There was only his warmth and the way his flesh felt under the pads of her hoof before the mattress straightened out as Celestia took position.

PLAP!

The weight of her flank plopped down on Sunshower's chest, his snout right next to a cheek of her fat ass, and her hind legs perched on the side and kept them spread. His immediate reflex was a gasp, the unexpected blow a little hard and hurting. But still, even Celestia could make out the hiss, and then the brief wafting of air coming from behind, his breath coming up in snorts and puffs as he shifted around, no doubt seeking to balance out his weight.

Then, he felt her cold tongue begin to stroke up the length of his shaft, his own tongue recoiled and his muscles clenched. Once again, Sunshower found himself out of control and wanting. Her tongue traced the underside, coaxing it in her own palette. Slowly and gently, Sunshower squirmed as her tongue ran along the thick flesh and trailed off at the top.

He felt her wet, velvet lips hover over his swollen bulb, and his neck craned, trying desperately to look. But the only thing he met was the flesh of her flank fat, as she pressed against him, his own chest being pushed back against the bedsheets by the mare. His teeth gritted and his forehead had beads of sweat as the warmth began to creep along his length, his instincts yearning for that release, a buildup already beginning to take place.

Celestia smiled, leaning her cheek and breathing hot, moist breaths all over her own hoof and Sunshower's cock. His breaths came faster, her hoof and lips spreading the sweat, his face growing red. It made her shiver, how weak and shy he was.

The alicorn could smell his excitement mounting, as she could smell her own arousal flowing. The spittle and saliva dripped down his meat like lava running down a volcano, before she finally wrapped her lips around the smooth tip. Celestia flicked the opening of her mouth against the tiny hole on the very top of his shaft, then pressed her muzzle's snug lips around him, pulling gently, feeling the thickness stretch against the resistance and flexed with a wince.

Slowly and steadily, Celestia managed to enclose him just before the halfway mark, her tongue flattened against the base. Her enthusiasm, mixed with sloppy determination, paid dividends as she bobbed and slid on his cock until at last she reached the bottom, Sunshower's heavy, fat balls coming into contact with the chin as her bottom descended, his crown pressing the entrance to the back of her throat, all in one greedy gulp.

"Mmmph! Mphhh!"

Celestia couldn't stop herself! She didn't have her forelegs and hindlegs restrained, but the way Sunshower's reactions told her, she might have been bound. Although the size was huge, her mouth accommodated surprisingly easily. Within a short matter of time, she found his cock encased in the wet tunnel her mouth created. With her nostrils inhaling a huge draught and her cheeks contracting, and every orifice of hers being sealed, her chin once again met the silky, sensitive orbs that swung lightly as she tasted every bit of flesh her tastebuds were savoring and pleasuring.

She could feel the entirety of his cock twitch within her mouth, very brief before the first spurt finally came. She eagerly swallowed every drop, sucking to make sure not a bit would go untasted. She continued stroking the pulsating member from head to base, occasionally making little satisfied mews, sending low, humming vibrations up the stallion. Not even a minute had passed since the initial worship of his cock until volumes of cum started filling her mouth.

But after the first spurt came another. Only muffled whinnies emanated from the stallion before the spurts turned into a flood, her mouth unable to contain the onslaught, and just when she tried, her suction was quickly overwhelmed, the torrent bursting forth and pooling down the sides of her jaws and over her lips. Her only choice was to swallow and continue to service the stud, and relish in the ability to provide pleasure to him.

It was all so unabashedly decadent. Sunshower moaned loudly, squirming beneath her, before thrusting his hips upward and filling her throat with even more. It came so swiftly, she had no choice but to yield to nature. His seed shot against the roof of her mouth before oozing back down and over his pulsating flesh. The taste wasn't too bad, neither sweet nor bitter, the consistency also barely discernible with the sudden flooding of semen filling her throat and mouth. The heat, however, Celestia was most satisfied. Satisfied, the pegasus had such a voluminous orgasm for a mere blowjob.

Whether it was from her drunken state, or her lust, her own body spasmed. The buildup from the teasing earlier, or the kissing, only primed her well as she quaked and moaned while a waterfall was released between her legs. Wetness filled the valley and quickly ran out and onto his snout and chest, wetting his lips as he yelped beneath the assault and struggled. With this final effort to relieve his desire, Celestia arched her back, ensuring the only remaining available exits were her nose and the overflow escaping from around the rim of her mouth.

Her thighs pressed in and shut tight, her juices becoming a current, and dribbling down onto the pegasus, saturating her seat's underbelly before racing down his groin, only increasing her own spasms and ecstatic after-pleasure that cascaded throughout her lower body and loins.

His mouth parted for a brief moment as another explosion of seed, thinner in consistency but now extremely plentiful, burst forth in another large volume. She did not want her climax, however, to surpass his, so the more his cum rained, the deeper she drank, inhaling the breath the exertion required, and chugging it like she needed no time, no air.

The very action made her mane shimmer, brief lapses of colorful light emanating from what should be the normal mane of her disguise. For now, it was her magic, the telltale sign. She wondered if Sunshower knew it was her; perhaps he could simply imagine it was a goddess upon him. Whatever the case may have been, the intoxicated mare could not and would not suppress her urges and carnal pleasures any longer. Not a stallion—not a mare—had ever approached her, dared to please her, and touched her in such a way and for so long without ending an orgasm as intense as this.

Celestia's hindlegs twitched, even spasmed, sending bursts of blissful torment down her nerves. Her snatch throbbed wildly, her ears stiffening along with the rest of her. The fluid being spewed into her was seemingly without end. But his cries were low and drawn out, matching hers. Together, their sighs and gasps and the erotic pleasure exchanged culminated, and with an even stronger burst, the combined energies made Celestia's magic manifest itself physically in a small, rainbow-colored aura for a brief second. One that was just bright enough for it to startle Sunshower, not long before he went back to losing control, emptying everything he had into her mouth, and experiencing an intense orgasm all at the same time.

Every muscle of his stretched as far as his frame would allow as another deluge was expelled from his cock, and her mouth opened just a fraction of an inch more, almost touching his balls, just to accommodate his growth, all which were futile efforts to prevent a further cumshot, an unintended spray, but one she still attempted to swallow nonetheless.

If one were to observe it, one would have taken it for a battle between the two lovers, his own orgasm struggling to expel his seed, and Celestia, sucking and swallowing her hardest to save and collect the bounty that Sunshower bestowed upon her. And in the end, as an end would dictate, Celestia was proving victorious, his contractions ceasing slowly after he was entirely depleted, the small streams that escaped becoming a trickle, and then ultimately petered off. Even the excess leaking out of her mouth pooled until it was dry.

Neither of them noticed the magical shimmers, how can they? Sunshower's snout was buried in her ass, the only moans he was eliciting now muffled. Even in her orgasmic rapture, Celestia was determined not to interrupt nor neglect the task at hoof, and she continued the massage of Sunshower's balls to coax any remaining seminal fluids free. Every fresh burst that gushed past her lips and flowed freely, every sensation of its texture coating the roof of her mouth made her suck and lick the delicious goo down the back of her tongue.

Sunshower couldn't see much, but he could hear the gulps that followed his spurts. Whether the mare's behavior was a fantasy or she really did enjoy giving blowjobs, he would never be privy. What mattered more was the simple fact she was performing a divine suckling and slurping act with her mouth, something Celestia never expected of herself either. At any other time, Celestia was a proper princess, never having tasted semen and never wishing to imbibe. At this current moment, as his spurts decreased to a more manageable level, Celestia was only keen to continue licking up every strand and drop.

Finally, the ejecting of his cum stopped altogether, and Celestia had managed to control her breathing as her clitoris eventually stopped throbbing. However, if the tingling and the occasional pulsing that shot throughout her lower region were anything to go by, she would still require a good while until her desire would diminish. Her libido was definitely overcharged, as she found herself desiring to have him in any manner she saw fit, even more so given his size and his cuteness, no longer able to contain it any longer, and only worsened due to the effects of the alcohol in her system.

She was far from done with him.

She finally lifted her flank from his face and stood up, turning around by swapping legs so as to meet his gaze. She offered a satisfied sigh, one of relief, before giving a lick with her tongue to the lips that made him squirm and gulp. A tongue that was just previously preoccupied with massaging his cumming, spurting dick. The aroma of sex and musk remained stagnant, and even a small trail of saliva dripped a string from his lower lip down to his chest, forming a path alongside a small stream. His snout was damp from where she was sitting just moments ago. There was still the stain of cum on her snout, but for a few reasons, Celestia decided that letting the young male clean himself wasn't such an undesirable prospect.

Even as she swiveled, the young stallion kept the same lewd posture and did not move, his cock still towering, yet already starting to grow soft. But his balls, and the sperm that remained within them, was there and ready should she decide to squeeze and milk him again. The same lewd way his back laid bent, and how he showed the underside of his throat, complete submission. Celestia loved that she could have him in this state. This was her. As simple as she would like it to be, her identity was the real ruler here.

"Little -hic- pony... I want you... inside me."

If Sunshower could believe, he would have, her sultry voice the product of drunken honesty and her sweet words enough to convince him. Even if it was a little odd for her to refer to him as a 'little pony', he just took it as endearing, or at least tried to. Because the voice behind those words was something else.

This was the lowest, sensual tone voice she possessed. But beneath that deep, confident timber was something else, a sweetness that suggested something else, something regal and elegant, something delicate yet refined. But that would not suffice, especially given her carnal desires were far too strong for the situation at present.

Her flank bounced in front of his cock, and was brought down with such velocity he gritted his teeth, and his hooves pushed in so the soles stuck. She giggled, and squeezed her butt together, the only thing he could do as a response being a bite of his lips. Her head lolled around and met his, locking eyes. And yet, all the while she watched, her heavy eyes scrutinizing the stallion, her intent and intentions all part of an ulterior motive, her demeanor predatory yet also soft, teasing him entirely with implied eye contact he could only guess in the darkness.

The bed shook with the impact, the jiggling that ensued from her flank settling into a more gentle wave, then resting once again in its original shape. With a playful laugh, Celestia, however, did not show mercy, repeating her motions and smashing herself once again into his cock. Not content to merely rub and tantalize him, she positioned her aching, needful cunt above and aimed, teasing her lips on his throbbing cockhead, smearing his juices on it before settling on grinding him, rocking, undulating and the faint squish sounding out as her mound was played with.

She let a breath loose, the sensation of having his fleshy tool massaging the wet entrance too irresistible to bother with restraint. Her shoulders hunched, her entire upper body lowered onto his midsection, all the while her attention and effort centered mostly about moving her nether region in a circular pattern. Celestia's focus was clear and direct—she could not delay anymore.

Sunshower tried to shift his own hips to bring himself inside her, but Celestia was not receptive. Instead, the pressure only increased, and the wet, sticky kisses became increasingly prolonged and repetitive. On top of Sunshower, his breathing came heavier, his teeth grinding, a deep rumbling in his stomach as it turned and his head fell limply, a painful groan tearing his throat as he could only helplessly watch the teasing play out.

The pressure on his cock only got stronger when she proceeded to press and grind herself further. But before he could get used to her grinding, his length was nearly all engulfed, with his crown pressed up tightly against the walls, stretching it and molding, until slowly and gradually, more and more was pulled into her slit. The wet, creamy interior of the mare clung closely to his length, providing an easier passage, while the increased pressure felt incredibly satisfying. Not to mention the heightened sense, heightened by his lack of sight to go by. What heightened senses he did possess came flooding to his loins, where every twitch and fiber was readily absorbed.

He could feel a gentle shlick as she unsheathed, only for her to come slamming down again, impaling the massive dick she intended to try her limits with. The motion sent her body quivering and quaking, shuddering involuntary, even despite the pain and strain it was putting his equipment through, something he could not ignore either. Both ponies’ minds and senses flooded, as they did not perceive their connection for more than what the most primordial level described: intense pleasure.

The creaking from their bodies colliding only increased as Celestia bounced faster, up and down, using her weight and leverage to pound her hips into the young stallion. With each thrust, the burning intensified as his tool pierced the molten innards, the slippery folds gliding against his cock, almost caressing how wet the journey was. The constant squeezing did not let up, a barrage and a mix of pain, yet pleasure, to experience an exquisite session with something that made it feel like an aphrodisiac.

The magical shimmering continued, a soft magical aura enveloping Celestia. Sunshower could, underneath the dim light, vaguely make out a colorful light beneath them, but couldn't muster the energy, or attention for that matter, to understand the way Celestia was squirming around.

Despite his youthfulness, his vitality was slowly diminishing, and the way his hooves struggled to meet her movements proved this. His body had lost the energy to reciprocate, the exhaustion making him succumb, and allow her to lead their dance.

As if she wasn't already.

His own mind was far less dominant, but still so incredibly lost in the sensations. The rhythmic pulse her velvety inner walls elicited was hypnotizing. Each constriction was like the previous, stimulating his tool in a manner akin to being tickled, all without moving. It was only the act of pushing and pulling out that evoked further pleasure, her hole gushing and oozing lubrication. Celestia could have had the cock in her forever and would never tire of its presence, the size only seemed to help more, stretching her tunnel.

This body of Golden Feather was being completely used to its full efficiency, despite how intoxicated she was. Celestia could not hide the sloven grin and the grunting, panting moans, while all the while, the stallion whimpered and strained. His attempts to fight back had ceased. It was just the mare bouncing, no longer concerned to hide who was the dominant animal, and was determined to finish what she started.

To Celestia, this was a stud that had more vigor than she realized. But to Sunshower, this mare let on far more than she teased, if that were even possible, with how sensual her introduction to him was. But still, he was fighting an uphill battle, and that fight was one doomed to end the instant it had started.

The sounds of the scene were nothing more than grunting, panting, and bed creaking. So loud and mixed with the obscene squish noises that came with penetration that was so wet. All of these combined were hiding one thing in particular, because as Celestia lost herself to the bliss, her magic seemed to lose the hold.

Every slam from the mare Sunshower knew as Golden Feather was brought down in increasing force, each feeling as if it had more and more weight to it. The increasing ferocity came with more growls and whimpers, along with the lingering feeling accompanied with it, feeling like she was getting heavier and heavier.

Mentioning her weight would be the rudest thing he could possibly do. But wasn't there a point to where this mare was lighter...? She didn't seem that much taller than him when their kissing began. Maybe he was so stunned to do or say anything else that the subtle details fell on the wayside. It's not like he could tell, with how dark the room was. All of his mind was centered on how vigorous, powerful, and aggressive her bucking had become.

The fact that she was taking control was evidence enough. But with how heavy her flank felt with every slam, Sunshower believed, with the new feeling added into the mix, that she was having a lot more than just her mind enraptured, something greater and unknown to her. Something greater, a sensation, but with so much more meaning, as if some other element or force was augmenting. He could almost say it felt surreal, not helped at the slight prickling from the back of his head, as if something was indeed triggering his brain, but with too many sensations to begin with, it all washed together in the ocean of overwhelming ecstasy.

But soon, he only grunted as, against his will, the stimulation mounted again. He could feel her whole body on top of him, her weight seeming as if it was fluctuating, getting heavier, more massive. His limbs and tendons could not move on the first couple times she thrust down on him. With no movement on his end to halt her pace, only quick, brief thoughts of why Golden Feather would pick him seemed to cross his mind, but it was dismissed before he even cared.

Sunshower supposed he enjoyed the mare being as straightforward as she was with him, but if so, then why was she pushing her waist so wildly? And why did it seem like, with every passing moment, she was heavier than she was, almost too heavy. Surely, if one were to count and logically figure it, Celestia wouldn't make much more than he could support. From what he last remembered before the lights turned off, she had a nice, stocky form, maybe larger in girth, but never was he imagining there would be a circumstance where it felt as if every new smack and every violent thrust could injure his back if he weren't trying to hold himself together.

Celestia, however, wasn't holding herself at all, or thought about anything. Every thought was forgotten the instant his body was submerging into her wet warmth. For him, her tunnel was searing hot and the tensing sent electrical impulses up and down the surface, numbing whatever had been left unscathed. She was in a trance, no, far more intense than that, engrossed in him, and that wasn't all.

To say that Sunshower was being ridden was far more descriptive than what Celestia was exhibiting. All the while her slit contracted with fervid squeezes, the added secretion could not soothe his stallionhood. His every being was focused on her; to withstand what was inevitable. His groans were pathetic contrasted with her growls and purrs, sounds an Alicorn princess and royal ruler never would ordinarily emit.

It was the cries of desperation mixed with a pure passion; a lust driven and fulfilled, the kind she so desperately craved to feel since it became known and sought by the other ponies around her. To do it her way, unattached, nothing more and nothing less.

Her movements never stopped, only quickened. The bucking coming harder, the force as brutal as ever, if not even worse as her grooves, lips and valley that were in every sense of the word entrapped on his fat length, the friction, and his tool, only prolonging what was building up once again. Every rock she imposed upon his body made her more unstable, a shudder following every pounding collision she brought down into their bodies.

"Aah! Aaaah! MORE!"

Her pants turned into cries, so loud, she hoped none could have been hearing from the outside or downstairs, assuming that these weren't rooms shared in this section or however these homes worked. She didn't care anyway, as her cries seemed to mirror only increasingly loud bed creaks, drowning out not only the pathetic moans Sunshower was able to offer, but also the sound of magical shimmering, as well as flesh stretching.

They only carried on for what seemed to be an eternity; the intensity of their flesh as it repeatedly met each other did nothing less than confirm to Sunshower she was truly and legitimately humping his smaller body, going as far as ramming her entire being down into his, sometimes losing balance or not bothering, using one front hoof to maintain her bearings.

She no longer felt like a pony named Golden Feather, the mare he encountered tonight, or even a stranger anymore, just someone far stronger, demanding of him more and more, and even in this position, possibly threatening enough to break bones of a stallion a fraction her unknown size. She looked the part, built like a monster, in a magical glow, a silhouette with every slam her flank met his lower half.

Had Sunshower even diverted a fraction of his effort at any point in resisting his rapine, or struggling, he could have potentially noticed a reason for her increasing weight, or even more concerningly, her growing size, her silhouette revealing details.

The sound of plapping flesh rang across the small room, mixtures of heat, a scent of perspiration, but not limited to mere odors or movements—this was pleasure. Just so satisfying to do, and every feeling, Celestia believed, would carry on until morning. With every touch of her insides molding to accommodate, wrapping, and sliding so easily against his tender meat that a new desire to release was becoming her biggest concern.

He was so deep inside that every twitch that followed, every little breath that was released through Sunshower and that passed on the opposite way for her sent sharp pin pricks of erotic electricity up, the sensation enough to start her own approach into completion.

The muscles on his own body were failing him; his mind was a dazed, incomprehensible blur. No longer could his flesh fight the incoming sensations of bliss, the buildup in his balls a perfect indicator how futile his struggle would be to deny his owner. She was determined to have him submit, and already, that hope for victory appeared hopeless on his end, while so evident to her own growing certainty of its arrival.

The pressure that was amassed inside her lower body was becoming unbearable, the pulsations not making it any better. What seemed to grow tense felt ready to explode, the need to release more prominent. And Celestia, meanwhile, could feel every tiny twitch his cock went through her core, his stamina no longer capable of going any longer. He was desperate for release, and his gasps and hitching gave an indication, making her just as desperate with him as a result.

Her ears straightened and tingles in the tail tip followed an incredible thrill and excitement for his seed. Celestia's thighs rubbed against the sides of his body, as she could tell just how close he was.

She wrapped her hindlegs against his thighs and made the act of sitting on him completely dominant. What started as a simple cowmare position was devolving into something feral, just instinct and nature guiding Celestia through the haze, the power-mad frenzies a blind spot at an onslaught, far worse on Sunshower. In the name of a forbidden love Celestia could not feel guilt anymore. It was imperative, no, necessary she breed with him right now.

Finally, the final twitch came, followed by the first spurt. Warm cum raced along, releasing into her deepest recesses, so long as their positioning allowed. They collided with the entrance to her womb, mixing instantly and sending powerful jolts through her system. Both clenched with every movement and moan, all of their desires to reach satisfaction. The stifled groan he made only edged her own orgasm with more intense feelings that couldn't possibly escape. He shook, trembled with effort, as the next jet of his thick, potent seed rushed forth. But her body and her strength, nevermind her natural affinity to the other aspects, and her magic, made the power to push him, push for everything his virile body had inside, and even go a step further than that, dominating him and even coaxing and milking any substance remaining.

Another shot, equally dense, came out. With how pent-up her nerves felt, with how the inner portions of her rear were the exact thing making his spasmodic contractions run. The squeezing, sucking, all the motions her body made in its hunger for his cum sent him wild and senseless. The sheer amount he ejaculated already was nothing short of intense or astounding, a release she was practically sucking out of him with her motions.

Finally, the third one. More potent, bigger than the one prior, could almost compare with the initial shots that entered her during her blow job from earlier. The alicorn in disguise was milking every last drop, even now trying, once again, to squeeze any vestige, as her eyes closed and her body convulsed. But she couldn't hold any control.

She could feel herself building up as well, a feeling she hadn't felt in ages, a rush she had nearly forgotten; the onset coming with a flood of euphoria she was just able to barely withstand. This was the very thing she didn't know she craved, her ultimate desires so evident, clear and unbridled. Whatever the mind could not manage, her body was able to cover with ease; as Celestia managed to finally accept, a different part of her entirely in control and in its own element.

Her mind was completely drowned out, in sync with his orgasm, when hers was set loose. Finally, the stimulation had proven too much to bear, for her mind and her magic. For the most part, any subtle shimmer or glitter they failed to acknowledge was obscured. Except one last glimpse before the last flare of light danced. That was what made her magic fluctuate. Her lust and desire, as intense, or if not more so as her ecstasy, forced that bit of magic loose.

As if in queue, right after the last volume of his juices filled her womb, her own juices began to spray out onto his gut. At the exact moment when the ejection and squeezing out was coming loose of his swollen shaft and her contracting, the magical flair that revealed her alicorn form only began. The tingling, ticklish sensation that took place as his orgasm was reaching its last bouts, and hers in progress, the fact her magic was glowing, and the very image the last glimmer projected, was hidden from the pegasus's view.

A giant gust of wind suddenly blew forth, caused by nothing else other than the two wings now protruding from her back. Celestia immediately felt relieved, albeit her conscious brain failed to process the development at first. It was like taking off her dress again. The change was immediate, but still the Princess was so submerged, and so overwhelmed, she couldn't think much regarding what had just happened, except revel in the sheer elation at discovering what she had suspected, the body knew what her unconscious craving and carnal appetite were exactly trying to achieve all along.

In its urgency for lust, even if her conscious side and higher mind wouldn't realize what happened, wouldn't be able to articulate, her desire-driven, untamed libido had her instincts doing so. The loud sounds of flapping, and how her hoof struggled for support before all sensation came crashing down was her large hindlegs supporting her, her legs elongating and only securing her grip stronger onto the pony caught inside her now sopping tight pussy.

She kept getting heavier and heavier, her body growing, adding to the panic that seemed to ensue as quickly, or so the sudden alarm in his head had deduced, but if the weight was the one thing he felt afraid of, then the rest would not compare to the true danger and threat. However, the damage Celestia's form had done to his body alone with her weight and the force that had become so evident, and had even inflicted just so much, all under a pretense of riding an innocent pony that truly had no idea what was going on, or who he chose to bring home tonight.

Every part of Celestia grew, as if in sync with her bliss. That one thing, no, not in her plans for what would ensue, not what she had anticipated in the back of her mind, only gave Celestia more, far more reasons to cum. Just that Celestia finally stopped forcing herself to behave like an ordinary mare, just in this moment. No more worry or shame to put on the façade, now at her rightful full-stature and her raw beauty, the princess's alicorn splendor would naturally reveal itself.

She was sweating, far more than Sunshower, to the point where any of her sweat splattered on him. Another rush was beginning, and his lungs fought to keep up with her demands for air. His own mind was rapidly becoming exhausted. Almost unable to comprehend the concept of an animal far more dominant and dangerous was towering over him. In any case, the young stallion's mind was occupied at the moment, or so Celestia believed. Even if the growing unease in her heart was apparent, how her chest seemed to flutter, not the least worried and surprised at herself how the rest of her body had no more secrets to keep hidden, all in the name of lovemaking.

Gone was the mare known as Golden Feather, as in the darkness of a room, Celestia appeared her true form, her horn shining a majestic white, a glow reflecting from her regally opaled coat and its brilliance in her purest visage. Yet Sunshower, being only a simple pegasus, could not see anything, only felt the way every fiber of hers constricted him further, draining the marrow and every ounce, down to the last drops.

"YES! YES!!!"

The sultry tone she used with Golden Feather was long gone, replaced by Celestia's normal voice. Little did the innocent pegasus know that the solar Princess of Equestria was on top of him, riding him like a pet; an object meant solely as her relief, one she had chosen her one and only partner of the night with, much to Sunshower's mix of bliss and pain.

Gone as well were the static, ordinary mane and tail of Golden Feather, now glowing, celestial colors beaming off it. If Sunshower had any essence of concentration left, he would of course see her for who she truly was. But he was stuck, pinned down by his beloved ruler.

Finally, she arched her head upward, exposing her neck and the golden hair. An impossible color for an earth pony, unless of course, she was an alicorn. Not that Sunshower understood, or if his mind was even capable. All that was known to him was he had a giant, and far more imposing creature rutting him hard, in a room where it was darker than night, where the walls felt like they were closing. A final orgasm escaped her, in unison with another last spurt coming from Sunshower. The action caused her to arch her back even further, her chest broadening and her coat sheening from the sweat.

With both ponies finished, Celestia planted a sloppy kiss on Sunshower's lips before unsheathing, the sound and his immediate softening the cue that it was over. Immediately after, an incredibly messy bedspread had him gasping for fresh air, Celestia herself rolling over, just to fall off and land right beside him.

POMF!

But in doing so, her weight finally lifted off from him, and the immediate decrease in his heart rate. So was hers, both now panting and gasping at what they've just experienced, their own bodies nearly spent. Neither had words, the reality setting in, but both their chests were heavy, laboring for breath as if their lives depended.

Now besides him, she only had one thing she felt the need to do. Given how the heat emanated from their forms, she draped her single foreleg over his body. Given her form had been changed, and the room they were in was extremely dark, not only was there no way his eyes would see her properly, she may just stay that way and not notice the difference either.

Or perhaps, she thought, he wouldn't really mind regardless, especially if what was left was merely the intimacy.

Sunshower lifted his eyes, staring at the ceiling, a different sight now that it was morning. The first sensation that came to him was the ache in his bones, especially his pelvis, which felt unusually sore as if he had carried far more weight than he thought last night.

He could see his room again, the door and the window, the light reflecting off the walls, and a calm, gentle breeze cooling his forehead as the rays touched him.

Everything that happened last night came pouring back to him. The venture to the bar, meeting a beautiful mare, a unicorn called Golden Feather, and the entire event culminating in hot sex.

It made him smile.

Turning to his side, he half-expected to see her still nestled beside him, the vivid memories of their intimacy lingering.

But his breath caught in his throat.

The figure sleeping peacefully next to him was not Golden Feather.

It was Princess Celestia herself.