You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With...

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You Will Never Be Intimate With Applejack
You Will Never Be Intimate with Pinkie Pie
You Will Never Be Intimate With Derpy
You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With Rainbow Dash
You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Rarity
You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Twilight Sparkle
You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Spitfire
You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With Fluttershy
You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Princess Celestia (Male anon)
You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With Princess Celestia (Female anon)

You Will Never Be Intimate With Applejack

You will never get the chance to join her on a cold winter's night, cuddling beside the warm fire crackling a symphony of tiny hot sparks from the burning wood. You'd spend most of your time massaging her strong shoulders, tired from bucking apple trees all day. She'd sigh in contentment as she feels your hands pushing away an entire afternoon of stress and fatigue. She offers small talk suggesting how good with your hands you are, making you smile sheepishly.

After relieving her of her pains, Applejack turns to you and licks your cheek in appreciation. You tell her that she's such an amazing pony, to which she scoffs and shakes her head, humble as she is. You press on to say how serious you are, that she's affected you more than any pony you've met during your stay in Ponyville. You've only known her for a few weeks, but they've been the most wonderful weeks of your life. You reach into your knapsack and pull out a gift for her: a rare apple that doesn't grow on Sweet Apple Acres. She hasn't seen this brand of apple since she was a small filly, before she even left for Manehattan. It reminds her of a time when she still had her entire family with her. A tear runs down her cheek, and right when you think you've done something wrong, she smiles and thanks you for this wonderful gift. Instead of taking it from you directly, she instead leans over and eats it out of your hand, gently gnawing on it with her strong teeth, careful not to chew your fingers. Afterwards, she licks out of the palm of your hand the juice that seeped out of each bite. Feeling her warm pony tongue makes your heart beat at an increased rate. She gazes up to you with her head bowed, her eyes full of desire. Neither of you speak a word as you look into each others eyes.

Simultaneously, you both move in and kiss each other on the lips tenderly. At first it begins timid and sweet, gingerly feeling each others mouth upon the other. You back up slightly to look at each other again, before diving in and kissing with more intensity, twisting each others tongues about in an exotic dance you never knew they were capable of. The whole while, you've moved in on Applejack, holding her in your arms, pushing her against the floor, stroking her beautiful blonde mane with tender loving care. You break contact with her lips and move down to her neck, pecking her fur a few times. She lets out a sudden gasp, startling you. You ask her what's wrong. She says nothing. She seems as if she wants to ask you something, but can't quite get the words out. You're puzzled until you notice her hind legs squeezed together, fidgeting slightly. Now you've put the pieces together, and your manhood begins to swell with anticipation. She takes notice as her eyes turn wide, and her cheeks blush a deep red. You tell her that it's her decision, that you wouldn't want to pressure her into anything. She beams instantly at how much of a gentleman you are, and kisses your lips in appreciation.

Applejack stands up and about faces you, dipping her head forward to the ground, lifting her haunches up, and moving her tail to the side, presenting her beautiful orange marehood. You voice your admiration of the sight before you, and she chuckles in glee. You begin to take position over her rump, but just as you begin to go to work on her, she exclaims "If you can take this bull by the horns, you better be ready for a ride!"

Applejack immediately begins to drive her rear back into you, knocking you off balance, and then moves forward violently just as fast. You suddenly realize she's trying to buck you off. You're wondering if she changed her mind, but she stares back at you with a wink and a grin, letting you know this is all just a part of the game. With a new sense of adventure, you find yourself lifting your hand in the air, ready to ride her for as long as you can. She begins to thrust around violently, periodically belting out a "Yeehaw!" or "Ride 'em, cowpony!" while you attempt to stay on her for dear life. Untold minutes pass by as you struggle to keep a good rhythm going on, but the combination of feeling of her warm wet insides and the force of her romping around becomes too much for you to handle. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as her movements begin to settle down, and she replaces her whooping and hollering with passionate moans and sighs of an oncoming orgasm. Now you begin to take control for the only time in this entire ordeal, trying your best to give her a good finish. Moving your hips back and snapping forward swiftly seems to be doing the trick, as each push forward brings a scream from her, higher in key each time, until you both hit that special moment at the same time, her wetness spurting forth over your manhood, while your rod acts as a volcano of fluids erupting into her womb.

As you're catching your breath, she leans forward and with one swift motion, bucks you out of her and off of her, knocking you on your back and onto the floor. In a daze, you shake your head and look up at her, while she dusts her hat off, and adjusts it back onto her head. You ask if she was holding back the entire time on your account. She nervously laughs, and then admits that she was. You feel slightly ashamed, until she taps her hoof onto your cheek, reminding you that you're still the record holder for staying mounted the longest. You roll your eyes, but smile at her kind words. She lays down next you you, placing her head on your chest, as you both doze off to sleep, feeling each others warm bodies exchange heat between each other.

You Will Never Be Intimate with Pinkie Pie

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Pinkie Pie

The timer rings once again as Pinkie Pie opens up the oven and carefully takes out a tray of golden brown cookies, bringing them over to where you're busy decorating cupcakes with various colors of frosting. The cookies give off an intoxicating aroma to the kitchen you're both in. You were never much of a chef for most of your life, but thanks to Pinkie's guidance, you can definitely see yourself making all sorts of sweet recipes from this day forward. After placing the tray of cookies on the counter to cool, she props her forehooves up next to you to admire your work. "Ooh, those look super yummy!" she compliments excitedly. Giving a cheeky grin, you motion to her the bowl of brownie mix that's ready to be cooked. Hopping over, she nudges the pan off the table and quickly catches it on her rump, balancing it all the way back to the oven before tossing it in and shutting the lid. Watching her keep such balance with her backside impresses you, as you're still unable to keep your eyes off of her. Pinkie Pie looks back at you surprised, then begins to giggle once she notices the direction of your gaze.

"You staring at my tushy, silly?" she asks, giving it a slight wiggle. Clearing your throat, you attempt to return back to decorating your muffins, but she's not letting you off the hook so easily. "Yeah you were! Come on, don't lie to me. You wanna give Pinkie's little rump a big ol' bump, don'cha?" As she rubs her behind into your leg, you accidentally squeeze too hard causing the tube to spurt a large amount of frosting onto one cupcake. Letting out a huge laugh, Pinkie Pie rolls onto her back and kicks her legs out in joy. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she says. "I'm just teasing ya. No hard feelings, okay?" Before you can say anything, she points one of her forehooves towards your lower body. "Ooh, what's that?" she asks curiously.

You look down and notice a large bulge sticking out from your pants. With no way to hide it, you turn away from her, acting like you don't know what she's talking about. At first she's confused, since she's not familiar with human anatomy. But seeing your reaction and how she was behaving earlier, she puts the pieces together. "Oh, I know what that is! I guess you do still have some hard feelings towards me, huh?" she giggles as she picks herself up and trots over towards your front, sticking her head in closer to you. With no sense of personal space, she moves her head in and clutching your zipper within her teeth, begins to pull down. You back away suddenly, not sure how to react to this pony quite literally trying to get into your pants. Pinkie looks disappointed as she stares into the floor. "Aw, come on! I've never seen a humans' frosting rod before. I wanna know what it looks like. Pretty pretty please, with chocolate ice cream on top?" Pinkie Pie's eyes swell and water in the most heart-melting fashion you've ever seen. You roll your eyes and finish unzipping your pants, quickly putting your fully erect manhood on display for her. "Oh, wow! It looks so strange!" Giving her an insulted look, she quickly tries to recover her remark. "No no , that's not what I meant! I just meant it looks different from a colt's, that's all! It still looks… enticing…" Pinkie Pie licks her lips in excitement as she inches towards you in a somewhat hypnotized fashion. You can't bring yourself to protest, so you only freeze as the pink pony parts her lips and brings them delicately around your rod. Closing her eyes, she begins to go to work. While she moves her head up and down, you can feel her tongue caressing the underside of your shaft, making all sorts of appreciative noises as she works. "Mmm…"If someone could hear her without seeing her, it would sound as if she was dining on some exquisite goodies fresh from the kitchen. Succumbing to the immense pleasure she's providing, you slowly begin to lower your body so that your back can lay on the floor. Pinkie lowers her neck to match up with your position. You move your hands up to her soft and curly mane, and begin to caress her ears in a nurturing fashion. It's the least you can do for her in the position you're in. She appreciates your efforts, as you see her rump rise into the air with her tail swishing back and forth. All of a sudden, you feel a new force upon your shaft: it's a very gentle scraping feeling, soft enough so that there's no pain, but hard enough that it sends a new wave of pleasure rocketing up your front all the way to your brain. You can only imagine that Pinkie Pie must be using her teeth on you. Such technique; you wonder if she's done this before, and if so, how many times. You quickly put the thought out of your mind so as not to ruin the moment.

You can feel the pleasure spiking as your hips begin to move on their own, a sign of the incoming climax. Pinkie's eyes open and stare at you before she removes her lips from you, leaving a slight trail of saliva as she lifts her head. "Wait wait; hold your load for a minute!" You grit your teeth trying with all your might to hold your juices from exploding as she reaches up with her forehooves and grabs the tray of cupcakes your were decorating earlier and holds them in front of your groin. "Fire!" she shouts, teeth clamped around the tray. Unable to hold for another second anyway, you unleash what you were holding back, decorating both the cupcakes and a bit of Pinkie's face in random strands of semen. "Alright, perfect!" Pinkie exclaims after she lowers the tray onto the floor. Picking up one of the sticky treats, she gobbles it up in an instant. "Mm, I just LOVE cum-cakes! The sticky stuff really gives them a nice touch, I can't even describe it! You gotta try one!" You shake your head, but Pinkie Pie is not a pony to take no for an answer. Grabbing up another one, she leans her head in and shoves one into your mouth. At first you panic, until the sensation finally hits your taste buds. You're not sure if it's really your own substance making the cupcake so tasty, or the treat itself masking the taste of your own fluids. Either way, it wasn't half bad. "Told ya they're good." She says to you as she reaches in and kisses your lips passionately; savoring some of the treat you have left in your mouth for herself.

However, you can't help but smack your lips after eating the sticky cupcake. Pinkie Pie takes notice, and with a devious grin on her face asks "You, uh, need something to wash that down with?" Leaning on her side, she nods towards her lower half, where she has her hind legs promptly open wide. You take in the sight of her beautiful pink mare hood on display, drenched with her excited juices. You know for certain that it won't help with your thirst, but you're no fool. You don't need Rarity to remind you how rude it is to turn down a lady. Smirking at her with admiration, you lean your head down, and lift her legs up towards her face. You then give her vag a soft lick from bottom to top, eliciting a few giggles from the mare you're pleasing. "Sorry, it tickles!" she says, as her cheeks turn a slightly darker shade of pink. The more you lick her, the more her giggle fits seem to increase. After a half a minute, it sounds as if someone is telling her the funniest joke in the world, she's laughing so much.

You decide that she's had enough teasing. Making your tongue rigid, you push past her lips and into her caverns, causing her to let out a sudden gasp followed by a loud sigh of pleasure. "Ooh, yeah, that's the stuff!" she tells you. "So good… little to the left. No wait, too far. Um, a little more up. More… more… okay, down some. Okay, go a little right, but keep it to the left-" Pulling yourself outside of her for a moment, you glare up at her with frustrated eyes. She smiles sheepishly at you. "Heh… sorry. I'm kind of a Picky Pie on this stuff." You shut your eyes and shake your head, but resume your tongue's work inside of her. "Oh, right there, right there! Yeaah, that's it, just like that!" You think to yourself about how chatty she is during this kind of thing. Then again, this was Pinkie Pie you were doing this with, what else did you expect? Her chatter dies down after a while. All she's been doing for the past few minutes now is moaning in satisfaction, with some excited giggle spurts in between.

"Uh-oh!" she shouts suddenly, wrapping her hind hooves around your neck rather forcefully "I can't hold it much longer. I'm gonna… gonna… make a splash! Ohhh~!"

With that, you immediately feel a warm wetness squirt into your mouth in spurts, and spill down your throat as Pinkie Pie lets out loud shouts of ecstasy, the result of her powerful orgasm thanks to you. You retract your tongue from inside her as you sit up, wiping your lips of her tasty fluids, and admire the pony in front of you: laying on her back, forehooves sprawled out like he's ready to make a snow angel, her tongue hanging out rather lazily. Getting a look at you, she sits up, wraps her arms around you, and places a sweet and appreciative kiss on your lips. "Wow that was amazing! I've never felt an orgasm like that before! It felt so good; I just wanted to keep cumming forever!" Exhausted, you smile at her, and collapse by her side, wrapping her small body in your arms, almost ready to fall asleep. Before you drift off completely, you ask when her landlords, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, are going to be back from the sonogram that Pinkie Pie said they were headed to. "Hm, I think they said they'd be gone for about an hour and a half. I dunno."

An hour and a half…? You try to calculate in your head the amount of time it took for the cupcakes, cookies, and brownies to all finish cooking, but your thinking is suddenly interrupted as you hear a loud knocking on the front door.

You Will Never Be Intimate With Derpy

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Derpy

You clumsily push your way through branches and shrubbery of the Everfree Forest, trying desperately to find some sort of way out. The unicorn pony Twilight Sparkle had been guiding you through the wilderness, suggesting that her friend Zecora might put together a brew that would be able to send you back home. Not that you were in any hurry to return home; your stay in Ponyville for the past day has been more than enjoyable after the initial shock of there being a human in Ponyville. But much like with Zecora, the residents were more than ready to welcome you after a bit of explanation. You’d been keeping up with the unicorn for a good while, until a wild pack of Timberwolves ambushed you and split the two of you up. You had no intentions of abandoning your unicorn companion, but in the haze of trying to escape their ravenous wooden claws, you couldn’t keep track of her. You really hope she’s alright; you don’t know what you’d do if she were to get hurt while trying to help you.

You call out her name every minute or so, straining to hear for a response. You know that you won’t be able to last much longer in this forest without somepony or other friendly creature to look out for you. Thankfully now you’re reached a part of the forest with less trees and brush, so walking is a bit easier. While calling out for Twilight, you trip over something so quickly that your head meets the ground with a vicious whack. You’re somehow uninjured, despite a throbbing lump and some dizziness. You look back and find a large compilation of stones gathered together, the cause of your vicious fall. You wonder who or what would want to gather so many stones here, and for what purpose.

“Oh no!” A small boyish voice calls out in front of your body. “Are you okay there? I didn’t think anypony would trip over my stone collection!” You face forward and see a gray pegasus with blonde hair and a pair of adorable yellow eyes looking back at you. You must have hit your head harder than you thought; you can’t keep proper alignment with her eyes. You shake your head and look back at her, but you still see the same distortion.

You then realize that it’s not your head; these amber eyes are notably crossed, one facing upwards, the other facing downwards. Even though they aren’t facing forward, her smile let’s you know that she’s looking right at you… you think. “Hiya! I’m Derpy!” the blonde pegasus pipes (different word) to you. You nod your head and introduce yourself as you climb to your feet and brush the dirt of the forest off of you. You ask what she’s doing here, more specifically, why she has a random pile of rocks gathered in the middle of the forest. “Well, I was gonna make a fire!” she explains, trotting over to the pile and poking the stones with gusto. “But whenever I kept rubbing the sticks against the tinder, they’d always break, so I’ve been going back and forth trying to find some stronger sticks.” You look around the stone pile and notice a mess of tree bark and flint scattered around. You then crouch in front of Derpy and politely tell her that in order to make a fire, you’re supposed to rub the tinder with the stones in order to set the wood on fire. Derpy scrunches her mouth up for a bit pondering your suggestion until her eyes and mouth suddenly go wide. “Oh yeah, that’s right! Ha ha, my bad!” She laughs cheerfully at her own mistake. “Thanks for reminding me, I woulda been going through sticks all day if you hadn’t told me!” You smile and shake your head at her bubbly personality.

“But what are you doing here?” she asks, flying up and hovering close to your face. You tell her that you were with Twilight earlier trying to find your way to Zecroa’s hut, before you were attacked by Timberwolves. “I saw her reach the hut earlier. Don’t worry; she’s not hurt at all. You want me to help you find her?” You nod your head in approval. “Okay, sure! But, um, before we head off, can I… ask you a few questions?” You shrug and tell her that it won’t be a problem with you. Smiling brightly, she floats down to the ground, tucking her wings in and plopping her behind on the ground with a soft whump. “So… what are you? You’re the strangest looking pony I’ve ever seen!”

You take a seat on the ground and cross your feet together and explain that you’re not from this world. You’re a human that somehow found their way in Ponyville and don’t know how to get home. “Oh, a human!” she exclaims in an excited voice. “That’s so cool! I thought humans were make-believe, I never thought I’d see one up close.” You tell her that you had been publically introduced to the town yesterday afternoon so as to ease the minds of the confused citizens. When you had first been spotted in the town, mass chaos had broken out as some of the younger ponies had thought you were a monster. “They thought you were a monster? Why? Monsters are ugly. You’re not ugly, you’re just… different.” She projects a heartwarming smile at you while her eyes switch places with each other, awkwardly eyeing you up and down. You chuckle and thank her for her kind words, then ask where she was to have missed out on such an extravagant occurrence.

“Oh, I was out here in the forest. I haven’t been in town for a few days.” You ask her why. “Because I…” her crossed-eyes shift to one side as her ears droop slightly. “It’s a long story. Anyway, I’m the one asking questions about you, Mr. Human!” she inches herself closer to you, swishing her tail from side to side. “So, the world that you’re from, do they have ponies back there?” you tell her that your world does have ponies, but that they aren’t as vibrant as the ponies you’ve met in town. “Vi-per-ent…?” You explain that it means they don’t act like her; they don’t talk or have social manners; that they’re kept as livestock for farms, like cows or dogs. “That… sounds awful.”

You agree with her and tell her that’s why you’re not in a big hurry to go home, because you really like all of the ponies here, including her. Derpy’s face brightens up as you compliment her. “Really? You like me- I mean us? All of us in Ponyville I mean?” You nod your head. “Well, why don’t you stay here then? Oh, I guess you might have a family to go back to, and a girlfriend or something.” You tell her that you definitely want to see your family, but that you don’t actually have a girlfriend. “Really? No girlfriend, huh?” She puts a hoof to her chin, contemplating who-knows-what. A grin appears on her face as she crawls up to you and sits on your lap while she looks up at you. Well, looks at you and possibly something in the tree, you can’t really tell. “Have you ever… had sex with a girl before?” You tell her regrettably that your sexual endeavors are at a pathetic minimum. “Ha ha, aw, poor guy! Well, um, I guess that means you’ve never had sex with… a pony then, huh?” Your eyes flare up at her question. You shake your head violently, knowing how awful something like that back in your world would be. “Why are you doing that? It doesn’t freak you out, does it? I thought you liked me- us! You said we were vip-er-ent.” You tell her that it’s nothing against her or ponies, but that you’re so impressed with how innocent and adorable their society is you can’t imagine associating anything erotic with them. “Whoa, that’s a load of horse-pie if I’ve ever heard it. We all have sex here! Where do you think foals come from, the stork? You’re silly!” You ask her why she’s so curious about your sex life, and what it matters to her.

“Well…” Derpy nervously scratches her hoof into the ground, searching for the right words. “I guess you can tell I’m a little… different from other ponies.” You put on a face suggesting that you can’t possibly imagine what she’s referring to. “The eyes, silly, don’t pretend you don’t notice them. I’m not stupid, you know.” You wince for a second, but tell her that they aren’t off-putting at all; they’re just a surprise when you first see them. You get used to them easily after a while. “Well, some ponies used to make fun of me when I was a filly. They thought I was ‘slow’. And being kind of a klutz didn’t help out either. So I was always used to read fantasy stories when I was alone. I’d read about creatures called humans, who were big and tall and- and strong, and all sorts of stuff. I guess when I got older, I just always had some idea that I’d get to meet a human some day, and we’d…” You lean your head towards her for a bit trying to ascertain what she’s getting at. She looks up into your eyes and forcibly pushes you into the ground, gazing upon you with a desperate look in her skewed yellow eyes. “Please! This is the dream I’ve had since I was a little filly! I just want to spend some time with you before you have to go home. Haven’t you ever had a fantasy you thought you’d never get to obtain?”

You think to yourself of all the dreams you’ve had on those lonely nights in your room, wishing that those fictional stories you love would somehow take solid form and make all your dreams come true. You reach your hand up to her ear and gently caress her. Her face turns to a warm smile as she closes her eyes and leans into your hand, feeling every inch of your palm as you pet her. “Ah, your hands are so soft! It’s like a dream come true…” The heat of the forest beats down on the both of you through an opening in the trees above, making beads of sweat form across your forehead. She sits back on your stomach, and you feel a painful push against your crotch as she leans back. Seeing your face wince she quickly scoots up and looks back, an amused look on her face. “Whoa, is that what I think it is?” She turns around with her flank aimed right to your face, as she uses her hoof to poke at your erection hidden by the pants your wearing. Your legs tighten up with each poke, accompanied by a few soft groans. “It is! That’s your love-stick, isn’t it? But these pants are in the way, I can’t see it!” she turns back at you with her with a sad look on her face. “Come on; let me see it, please?” Your eyes dart back and forth, as you’re not really sure if this is the type of thing you should be doing with a pony like her. “Here, you can see mine if you want!” Before you can object, she slides her tail away from her rump, granting a full view of her uncovered anus and her tight vagina. “What do ya think? Not bad, huh?” She grins and wiggles her backside at you in a flirting manner. “You owe me!”

You grit your teeth as you stare at her flank, feeling your rod tighten up even more as a result. You reluctantly submit and begin to unzip your pants, pushing your penis out into the open for Derpy to behold. “Whoa…” she stares in awe at the rod before her. “It’s so different… I love it!” She immediately places her tongue on the front side and licks upwards, similar to a popsicle. She’s not at the right angle to put pressure on the bottom of your shaft, where it’s most sensitive, but it’s still rather exhilarating. “It’s a bit smaller, but the top is nice and round, so it probably feels better inside.” She places her lips on the top of the head and gently begins to nom on it. You can tell she’s not really trying to give you a full oral experience; she just wants to play around and see how it feels.

You think to yourself that if she’s going to experiment with your body, you have every right to do the same to her. You reach your hands up and place them firmly on her prominent buttcheeks, gently scratching her above her bubbly cutie mark. She lets out a satisfied sigh at having her hiney scratched, before you give both her cheeks a firm squeeze. You hear her giggle as she wiggles it back and forth in excitement After a bit of groping, you take one hand and extend its pinky, running it across the seal of her vaginal lips. You hear her let out an excited whinny as you move your finger across her; her rear end tenses up as a small amount of wetness excreting out of her as you move. Hearing her whinny suddenly reminds you of what you’re doing: you’re fingering a horse. It may be from another world and have the intelligence of a human, but you are still feeling up the genitals of a horse.

Eh, whatever, you think to yourself. This horse is asking for it. You withdraw your pinky and move your hand up closer to the top of her lips, feeling around with your thumb until you come across the button feeling of what has to be her clitoris. You sandwich it between your thumb and index finger as you give it a slight pinch. “Ahhh!” You hear Derpy scream as she releases your penis from her mouth, looking back at you in shock. “What… what the heck was that!?” You tell her that it’s just your fingers. “Fin-gers… you can do that with fingers?” You nod at her with a proud smirk on your face. “I’ll never go back to colts again! Their hooves won’t be the same for me!” You start to gently rub her clit in between your thumb and finger similar to the way you’d roll a piece of dough in your fingers. She moans loudly as you touch her, running her hooves across your stomach in wild passion. You feel your penis rev up harder as she rubs you.

“Oh, sorry!” she exclaims. “I forgot all about your special place!” She quickly replaces her mouth back on to you, and this time puts in a good effort to move her lips up and down your shaft. Feeling her grip against your skin makes you tilt your head back in pleasure, mostly from how much she’s enjoying your treatment of her. Her lips have become significantly wetter since you began to rub her; her vagina is almost glistening at this point. Another minute goes by, and Derpy spits you out of her mouth again. “I’m sorry, I can’t- can’t concentrate. You’re just… driving me wild! I love your fingers!” She rears her flank closer to you, and flaps her wings in excitement, cooling your face down from the heat of the forest.

Derpy’s moans grow louder as you continue to play with her. They become shorter and more cut-off as she places her hooves on your hamstrings and rears herself up for her climax. She turns her head back and looks at you with her wall eyes, her mouth hanging open in intense passion. “Oh-oh-oh man, I’m gonna- gonna, ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhhh~!” She closes her eyes for a moment, and when she opens them up wide her eyes are straight for the first time and looking right at you as she calls out your name and releases a torrent of fluids all over your hands in several powerful bursts. Seeing her expression change so suddenly confuses you immensely; You don’t know if her eyes un-crossing is a good or bad thing, but seeing it so suddenly causes your brain to twitch. You feel your legs shake violently as your penis shoots a strand of sticky semen up into the air, raining down on your pants and all over Derpy’s hooves and beautiful blonde hair.

“Oh boy, frosting!” She licks up a strand on her hooves and smacks it around in her mouth trying to get a proper taste. “Hm… kinda bitter. Pony frosting tastes sweeter, but I guess this isn’t so bad.” She turns around and faces you, her face and mouth laced in your own semen, but her eyes back to their adorable crookedness. “Thanks for that. It was AWESOME!” She quickly leans in and kisses your mouth, causing you to spit and lick the top of your arm to get your own DNA out of your mouth. “Oops!” Derpy suddenly realizes her mistake and puts her hooves up to her face in a shameful manner. “My bad…”

After doing what you could to get the taste out of your mouth, you look up at her sad face and start to feel ashamed yourself. You smile and pat her hair telling her that it’s not a big deal. You scope out a dry spot on her forehead and kiss her tenderly, causing her to blush and giggle. “Thanks. You’re really nice.” She scoots herself off of your stomach and shakes what she can of your seed off of her hair and sending it flying in numerous directions. After cleaning herself off, you zip up your pants and tell her that now you’d like to ask her a question. “Oh, sure! What do you wanna know?”

You ask her why she’s really out here, all by herself in the forest. You say that she should be back at Ponyville with the other residents where things are more civilized. Her ears droop as her face takes on a sorrowful expression. “I don’t think I belong in that town anymore. I can’t do anything right except cause trouble. When I was supposed to help Rainbow Dash fix town hall, I just ended up breaking it even worse. I thought it would be better if I left town, because I think everypony’s really tired of putting up with me.” Her words stab at your heart and you tell her that she’s not such a bad pony, that she’s just like you: different. “Thanks.” She says, with a faint smile on for face, but only for a brief moment. “But it’s different with you. You don’t wreck everything you touch, or frustrate anypony- I mean, anybody. I do. I’m just trying to not be a burden for them anymore.”

You see her eyes water up slightly before she turns her head away from you. “I better go now. Don’t tell anypony I’m here, okay?” She flares her wings up quickly and bolts through the trees as you try in vain to call out to her. As she disappears, you hear another voice call out your name in the distance: It’s the voice of Twilight Sparkle getting closer until she finally bursts out of the branches behind you.

“There you are!” the purple unicorn exclaims as she finally sees you. “I’ve been looking all over for you! I was starting to worry that those Timberwolves might have gotten to you. Hey, are you okay?” she asks, noticing your sad face. You nod and tell her it’s nothing. “Well, I managed to find may way to Zecora’s and she was nice enough to recommend me some ingredients for something that might be able to get you home. Unfortunately we’re going to have to order them from another part of Equestria, so we’ll have to put in an order at the Ponyville post office.” She begins to trot her way to the edge of the empty space in the forest. “Come on, stay close to me this time.” You follow behind Twilight Sparkle as the two of you make your way out of the forest. While you walk, you turn back and look up, wondering if the blonde cross-eyed pegasus might still be around somewhere.

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“I’m sorry; we’re not able to process any mail right now.” A light brown mail pony hastily explains with a large bag full of letters strapped to his back.

“Are you kidding me?” Twilight Sparkle asked in a frustrated tone. “And why in Equestria not? The Ponyville post office has never had to shut down their services for any reason before. What’s going on?”

“Well, we’re really having some trouble! One of our best mail-mares has gone missing, and we have no idea where she is. I’ve been handling all of her usual deliveries, but I just moved here a few days ago, so I have no idea where everypony lives!”

You interject between the two of them and ask the mail colt if he’s referring to a mare by the name of Derpy. “Yeah, that’s her!” he responds energetically “Have you seen her? Please tell me you have!” You want to tell him that she’s in the Everfree Forest, but you remember her last words to you. Don’t tell anypony I’m here, okay? “Well, it doesn’t matter.” He explains while you stay silent. “Just make sure you give her these.” He drops the bag of mail he was carrying on the ground and brings an equally large bag to you. “These are all letters addressed to her. Well, they’re actually addressed to the post office, but they all have her name on the front, saying things like ‘Where’s Derpy?’ or ‘Bring Derpy Back’ or something. We didn’t know what to do with them since nopony has seen her go home at all.” Looking over the huge bag of mail, you rear yourself up and hoist in onto your back. “Thanks, buddy, I really owe you one!”

You and Twilight Sparkle exit the building as you strain to keep the bag from toppling off of you. “You saw her in the forest, didn’t you?” Twilight asks you. You ask what makes her think that, and she scoffs at you. “Because, you’ve been with me the entire time since we made you public to the town up until we were separated in the forest. I don’t even have to be Princess Celestia’s pupil to figure that one out.” You roll your eyes at her bragging. “Well, let’s get going! We’ve gotta find her soon before-!” You tell her with firm resolve that you can’t have her come with you. This is something you have to do alone. “Are you crazy? You’ll get eaten alive! You don’t know the forest like I do!” Making your way towards the woods, you mutter under your breath that now is the best time to learn it.

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You spend what seems like hours trudging through the woods, calling out for Derpy. Sweat collects on your forehead as your strength challenges your ability to carry the heavy bag on your back. You somehow find the familiar clear spot where you met her, with her pile of rocks still where you first found them. You hear the faint sound of sniffling coming from above you making you stop in your tracks. You look to your side and see a blonde tail hanging from a tree branch, following it up to see a familiar flank adorned with a cutie mark of bubbles. The pegasus in the tree currently has her face buried in her hooves, not even able to see you looking at her. You call out gently to her. She sees you for a moment, and wipes her eyes hastily before she looks at you and smiles, red puffiness surrounding her eyes.

“Hey, it’s you again! What’s up?” You urge her to come back with you to Ponyville as you finally let the back drop from your back, taking in an instantaneous reprieve. “Oh… I told you already, that’s not my home anymore. I don’t want to go there, and I don’t think anypony wants me either.” You tell her to think again as you pull out an envelope with a rainbow cloud and lightning strike as a stamp. You open it and scan the first few lines before you begin to read it out loud:

Dear postal ponies,

What happened to Derpy? I haven’t seen her deliver my mail for the past three days! It’s like she’s completely disappeared off the face of the planet. I feel really bad because the last time I talked to her I was really angry. Not at her, I was just having a bad day because I couldn’t sleep the night before and I had to fix town hall while I was tired and cranky. I took my frustration out on her, and she didn’t deserve it. She’s a good pony. Sure she makes some mistakes, but we all make mistakes. I spent a whole week playing Super-Inflated-Ego-Dash, and my friends forgave me, as well as the whole town. If you find her, please tell her I’m sorry and how much I really want her back.

-Rainbow Dash

Derpy’s mouth hung open as you finish reading the letter to her. “Rainbow Dash… thinks I’m a good pony?” You reach into the bag and pull out another letter at random:

Dear Ponyville P.O.

I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, but one of your most beloved staff members seems to have gone A.W.O.L. I’m of course referring to Derpy, the cheerful pegasus pony with a heart of diamonds (I would say gold, but I find diamonds so much more attractive). Although her methods may not be as bureaucratic as most postal workers, she gets the job done efficiently and leaves every pony satisfied. I once asked her why she doesn’t bother with schedules or charts or other ways to keep herself organized, and she told me “All that matters to me is getting everypony’s mail to them as fast as I can and becoming good friends with them.” It is this kind of simplistic approach that truly shines in a small community such as Ponyville. Out of all the bad things that could happen to your industry, her leaving so suddenly has to be the worst possible thing! Please do everything you can to bring Derpy back!

Yours truly

-Rarity

You quickly pour through more letters, all centered on the same subject, asking where Derpy is, about how worried they are and how much they want her back. Some are even in the form of petition letters with dozens of signatures crammed onto a single parchment. When you begin to start another one, you hear a soft whimper in front of you. You look up to see Derpy’s lip trembling harshly, tears pouring from her face like a waterfall. You reach out to her, but she quickly jumps at you and knocks you to the ground, burying her face in your chest and sobbing loudly.

“Oh my gosh!” she cries, barely able to keep her voice under control. “They want me back! I thought they hated me, and I even started to hate myself! I can’t believe everypony loves me so much!” she continues to weep uncontrollably into you, as you hug her tightly and stroke her hair. You tell her that she shouldn’t be surprised that she’s loved so much. Even if she does make mistakes, it’s nothing to be hated for. What really matters is her resolve to try her best, and to fix whatever mistake she’s made. You tell her that Ponyville is lucky to have a mare like her. She manages to catch her breath long enough to form a loving smile and kisses you on the cheek. “Thank you so much. I’m really glad I met you.” You scratch the back of your neck in a bashful manner while she sniffs up the tearful mess on her face. You tell her that you just came from the post office, and that it’s a real mess since she’s been gone. “Oh no, that’s right!” she exclaims. “I gotta go help them!” She’s about to zoom away, until she looks back at you from the air. “Oh yeah… I should probably slow down so you can follow me out. Heh heh…” She slowly hovers towards the trees, while you follow behind with the heavy bag of mail. She’s going to have a lot of work ahead of her today, but you’re going to make sure that you deliver everything that motivates her to her home where she can read it whenever she needs to.

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With Rainbow Dash

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Rainbow Dash

Whoosh! The rainbow haired pegasus soars through the skies above you yet again, twirling through the air with style as she flies. You’d been lying on one of the clouds below watching her perform aerial stunts for almost an hour now, stunned with the feats she’s capable of. The cloud supporting you feels amazing; sturdy enough to hold your weight, but soft and malleable enough to bend to your exact shape and form. You couldn’t thank Twilight Sparkle enough for letting you be her test subject for improving her cloud walking spell on you, seeing if she could increase the longevity on the spell. She theorized that the spell could last for two days now instead of one, but recommended finding a low cloud to stand at the end of the day in case she was wrong.

Then again, Rainbow Dash was the one who had volunteered you. She said she needed somebody (as opposed to somepony, as most of the residents usually went by) to watch her routine so she could try out for the Wonderbolts, and thought that you might enjoy the show. Twilight offered to join, but Rainbow declined, saying that most of it was stuff Twilight had seen before. The unicorn seemed a bit confused as to why she wouldn’t want a friend who could offer more constructive criticism as support, but she knew better than to press the issue.

You watch Rainbow Dash charge up her speed before a fierce collection of multi-colored ball-lightning gathers around her, following her as she zigzags through the sky and forms a flashy lightning bolt that closely resembles her own cutie mark. Your jaw hangs open in awe as she hovers down to join you on your cloud.

“And that is what I like to call the Buccaneer Blitz!” she boasts proudly, her eyes closed while she raises a pumped hoof in front of her. “I have to be careful where I pull that one off. Last time I tried that closer to the ground, I almost set Town Hall on fire. What do think?” Your face still wears a mystified expression from her last feat. She snickers as she waves a hoof in front of you. “Heh, hello? Anybody home?”

You shake your head to bring yourself back to attention, and compliment her on her stunt. You tell her that with her entire routine, you’re shocked that the Wonderbolts haven’t been begging for her to join their ranks.

“Aw, thanks. That means a lot to me.” She leans in and rubs her nose against yours gently, her wings keeping her afloat in front of you. The action catches you a bit off guard. For the past few days that you’ve been here in Ponyville, Rainbow Dash has had more of the tomboyish flair to her. Always up for a competition and never wanting to take part in anything girly or flamboyant, she’s really been a rough and tumble kind of pony. She lands next to you and moves her shoulders a bit. “Phew, kinda tired. I guess I was so caught up in my routine I forgot to stop and take a breather.” She plops her stomach down on the cloud and pokes her head over the edge. “Hey, come over and look!”

You edge your way carefully, knowing that one wrong move could send you careening over the edge to your doom. Gripping tightly on your fluffy support, you gaze down and see the wide expanse of the city of Ponyville. There are so many buildings that are instantly recognizable, even from this height: Sugarcube Corner, Twilight’s library, the Quills and Sofa warehouse. All throughout the town, little specks of ponies are scurrying about, all running different errands to run just to make ends meet. You tell her what a beautiful town you think it is.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” Rainbow Dash responds. “I mean, Cloudsdale’s my home and it’s great, but Ponyville’s where all the action takes place. I pretty much come to Cloudsdale for work as a weather pony and to sleep. And heck, sometimes I’ll even sleep in Ponyville. Funny, huh?” You chuckle at her explanation, once again stating how glad you are to have come here and met all of her friends, especially her.

“Yeah, I’m really glad you came here.” As you look down on the city, you feel a soft feathery something laid against your back, almost holding you in a sense. You look to the side and see that one of Rainbow Dash’s wings has extended over and is keeping you close. When she sees you looking at her, she flashes you a sweet smile, trying not to seem too uneasy. You chuckle a bit nervously, but enjoy the feeling of her wing upon you nonetheless.

“Hey…?” she utters softly. You ask her what’s the matter, but she responds quickly “N-nothing.” After a minute of awkward silence, she speaks again “Can I tell you something? And you have to promise me you won’t tell my friends?” You tell her that you can be trusted, so she should feel free to speak her mind. “Thanks. I… I’m not trying to join the Wonderbolts anymore.” You turn your body towards her fully, surprised at her statement. You ask her why, since her friends have told you that that’s all she’s been working towards since they knew her whenever the subject came up. “Yeah, I haven’t told them yet, so they probably still think that’s my dream. And since I was a filly, it really was. I always thought that I’d get so much notoriety and fame and stuff. But from all the friends I’ve made and stunts I’ve performed in Ponyville over the last year, I realized I already have all that. The Wonderbolts would just keep me working for them in air shows, and I’d never have any time for my friends. I’d pretty much be doing what I already do, but on a schedule that might not be convenient for me. Sure, I’d get a cool costume and I’d get to hang out with Soarin and Spitfire…” Rainbow Dash folded her forelegs over one another and rested her head on them. “But it’s just not worth it.”

You reach an arm over and give her a supportive squeeze. You tell her that you’re sorry she’s had a lifelong dream fade away from her like that. Though she still looks a bit down, she smiles as she looks up at you. “Thanks. It means a lot.” She leans into you as you brush your hand across her shoulder, feeling the texture of her soft cyan coat against your palm. After a minute of physically consoling her, you ask if it’s your turn to ask her a question. “Yeah, go for it!” she responds. You ask her why she wanted you to watch her routine, if she wasn’t training for the Wonderbolts anymore.

“Oh, yeah…” her voice lowers in volume a bit before she continues. “Well I still really enjoy flying around and, well, being awesome. But I guess I just wanted to show off… to you.” You ask why to you. “Because I think you’re kind of awesome too.” Before you can ask her if she’s serious, she picks herself up with her forelegs bearing down on your lap, looking intently into your eyes. You stare into her shining cerise eyes, searching for the right words to say. She leans in closer to you, just inches from your face. She’s hesitating about what to do next. You can see from the look in her eyes that she’s scared that she might be putting you off by being so needy all of a sudden. She quickly forces her eyes shut and pushes into you, meeting your lips to hers. She’s completely motionless, just standing there with your mouths connected. The only movement you can feel from her is the trembling that her lips are making, an indication of how nervous she is. You feel awful that she’s felt so pent up and scared about confessing her feelings to you. You respond by moving your lips into hers. You can feel her shaking cease as she maneuvers her own in response. You open your eyes for only a second and see that her eyes while still closed now appear more relaxed as you kiss her. She opens her eyes and breaks the kiss for a moment, leaning her forehead against yours. “Thank you.” She whispers, a relieved smile forming on her face. You smile back and reach up to her rainbow hair and stroke it tenderly. Her mane is so amazing, you think to yourself. You love the silky feeling it has as you run your fingers all through her bright and colorful locks. You’d never would have thought a mullet could look so stylish, but most of the people you’d seen wearing it never had one as beautiful as hers. As you absorb the feeling of her hair, she nuzzles her head into your hand fondly. Very fondly; it’s almost as if she’s trying to merge with it, so she can feel your touch for the rest of her life. You giggle as she nuzzles herself against you, to which she cuts a sharp look at you.

“Don’t laugh at me.” Rainbow Dash says, sticking her tongue out at you. You apologize, telling her that you’re just surprised that she could be so affectionate. You’re so used to her being such a toughie. “Well yeah, with my friends I am. But that’s not me all the time. I hate to admit it, but… I am still a girl.” She beams and pushes her weight against you, forcing you to lean back as she kisses your lips again. You respond in kind, filling the air around you with tender smacking sounds as your lips embrace. As your lips tango in harmony, you feel her front hoof reach up and touch your cheek. You decide to treat her like the girl she claims to be. You reach your arms around her and hold her tightly, stroking her back in a gentle manner. You hear her giggle while she kisses you, and then hear the sound of a flap for a moment. You open your eyes and notice that her wings have unfurled, as if she’s about to take flight. You move your hands along the side of her back and across the limbs of her wing, stroking the feathers underneath with care.

Dash breaks the kiss suddenly and draws her head back, wincing sharply. You ask her if you hurt her. “No!” she exclaims. “No, it doesn’t hurt. I’m just, uh, really sensitive there… if you know what I mean.” She gives off a sheepish grin. You puzzle for a few seconds over what she means, before it clicks and your eyes widen in embarrassment. You apologize quickly. “Hey, no worries.” She leans in and bats her eyelashes at you. “I didn’t say you had to stop.”

You take a deep breath and smirk, bringing your hand back to where it was. You run your fingers delicately across her feathers, feeling each individual one as you advance. Rainbow’s face tenses up for a moment, but then melts away into joy as you touch her. You’re not sure if all pegasi are wing-sensitive or if it’s just her, but she’s most certainly in paradise at the moment. You isolate one of her feathers and rub it in between your thumb and index finger, asking her in a sensual tone if she likes what you’re doing.

She opens her eyes again and stares at you. “You tell me.” She reaches for the hand you’re using to stroke her wings and redirects it elsewhere. She slowly brings your hand in front of her and pushes it downwards, in between her haunches. Your mouth opens up as you figure out where she’s taking it, and she grins at you deviously. She lightly pushes your hand into her. You suddenly feel a warm and wet sensation pushing into your fingers as she holds you there firmly. “You feel that?” she asks with lust building in her voice. “That means I like it. I really like it.” She continues to hold your hand, guiding it up and down the crevasse of her slit. As your finger slides across her, you can feel more wetness building forth. “Well, you just gonna tread all day, or are you gonna dive in?”

You take a breath and push your middle finger into her, feeling the heat of her chambers overtake your finger. She lets out a gentle sigh as you maneuver your finger inside of her and rotate against her inner walls. She leans back and sticks her chest out, making it clear how much she’s enjoying herself. You notice between her legs two small mounds sticking out above her folds. She’s an A cup, easily. It makes sense, due to her sleek and athletic body designed for performing those aerial moves from earlier. You reach your unoccupied hand to her left breast and give it a squeeze. Her eyes widen as she squeals loudly. “Geez!” she cries out. “Warn me before you do that!” you laugh and ask her what fun could be had in ruining the surprise. Her face turns a light red as you continue to caress her, making her groan rather loudly. She dives in and attacks your lips with hers, forsaking her tender motions from earlier and sticking her tongue right in. As quickly as she began it, she then breaks the connection and looks into your eyes.

“More.” She says to you firmly. Caught breathless, you ask her what she means. “Come on! You’re just building me up here; I’m not getting any release! I feel like I’m gonna explode.” She leans her rear end against your legs, rubbing up against where your pants have become excruciatingly tight. “I need something with more build to it.”

You remove your finger from inside of her, and unzip your pants. Rainbow Dash leans back on the cloud you’re both sharing and lifts her hindlegs into the air, baring all of her rear for you to view. Her marehood is glistening from being covered in her excited juices, her rainbow tail resting underneath her to expose her tight flankhole. Her flank isn’t as large as the other mares, but it has its charm. It’s still prominent and built well for its small size. You run your palm along one of her cheeks and give it a good smack.

“Aah!” she cries out, lifting her forelegs up in front of her, as if she’s begging. “Hurry up and put it in! I’m dying over here!” She flails her hind legs back and forth in a very antsy fashion. You straddle your arms over her sides and look down on her, a dominating smile on your face. You slowly push your stiff member inside of her, causing her to let out a joyful groan as it forces its way up against her caverns.

“Yes!” Dash shouts, bearing an eager smile on her face. “It’s finally in! That’s what I’m talking about!” You pull back just as slowly as you entered, and watch the smile disappear from her face, like she’s worried it might not return to her. You quickly thrust into her, your hips slapping against her buttocks. The smile quickly returns to her face as he eyes roll up into her head “Oh, my gosh!” she screams as she tilts her head back. Her soft rainbow tail swishes wildly between your thighs in delight. “This is awesome! Keep going!” you close your eyes and repeat the motion, rocking your hips back and forth in powerful thrusts. Each time you push into her, you can feel the head of your shaft push against the end of her womb, giving you a good indication that you’re doing your job.

You only rock into her for a few minutes before Rainbow Dash’s moaning starts to take on a more frantic pace. You ask her if she’s about to hit her moment. “Yeah…!” she responds. “I fly fast, and I shag fast. I’m sorry…” she looks almost ashamed of herself as she tightens her face up, trying with everything she can to prolong her release. She buries her head within her hooves, embarrassed of you looking at her. You slow your rhythm down a moment and reach for her hoof, pulling it to the side. She opens one eye hesitatingly. You tell her that she shouldn’t be embarrassed. If anything, it just takes more pressure off of you. With one eye still opened, she smiles at you weakly and reaches up with both hooves to hold on to you. “Thank you. I-I- I love youuu~!”

With that, you feel her walls tighten around your shaft, pouring a heavy dose of wetness over the head of it, and tugging it up even further into her. The sudden pull forces you into an early climax as well. It stings a bit as you eject your load into her, your semen mixing in with her fluids, mixing in and seeping out of her as well. The rainbow pegasus now satisfied, she lets go of your arms and lets her hooves fall to the cloud on either side of her. You gently pull out of her and watch a few drops falls through the cloud below you. You can’t help but feel bad for the poor pony that might get caught underneath, but hopefully they’ll pass it off as some sticky rain or something.

With your act completed, you slump to the side of Rainbow Dash and caress your hand around her face. She smiles and leans towards you, pecking you on the cheek and laying her head on your chest. “You’re awesome.” She says, stretching her shoulders as she gets comfortable against you. “Almost as awesome as me.” You laugh and pinch her cheek lovingly at her words. “Quit it!” she says as she chuckles and brushes your hand away. She feigns a powerful yawn, and quickly falls asleep on top of you, a content smile stuck on her face. You delight in the scene of the rainbow pegasus sleeping so contently. You lightly brush her colorful hair as her slow and heavy breathing begins to make you feel groggy as well. You look to either side, confirming the open air surrounding you. No way to get down without her help: might as well enjoy a nice nap on this little piece of paradise in the sky.

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Rarity

“There we are. Now, hold your arms out to your sides, please?” Rarity levitates a roll of measuring tape to your shoulders as you extend your arms towards the walls of her boutique. The a magical hum sounds behind you as the tape unfurls to reach the span of your arm length. Rarity mutters to herself and scribbles your measurements down on her notepad. “Good. Now keep your body straight for me. There we are. Now just your waist, and… done!” The tape loses its glow and falls to the floor as you release the tension in your abs. The blue maned unicorn trots to her desk to finish jotting down a few numbers, before she pushes them to the side and floats a new stack of papers her way.

“Thank you so much for allowing me to do this.” She says to you. “I’ve spent most of my life designing all sorts of garments for ponies. Mostly dresses of course, but I also design suits occasionally for colts; or for mares that aren’t as comfortable in dresses. But in my entire career as a designer, I’ve never come across a chance to design something for the human form. As soon as I saw you, I knew I had to put myself to that sort of challenge!” You ask her why she’s so excited to design clothing for humans, since yours was the only recorded appearance in Equestrian history from what Twilight had told you. “Oh, it’s not just humans, dear. If I prove that I can design something for a creature I’ve never encountered before, I’ll have opened myself to all sorts of new business. Why just think about it: Carousel Boutique, the one-stop shop for all creatures in need of a new addition to their wardrobe. Ponies, mules, griffons, nothing is out of range for the mistress of fashion, Miss Rarity!” You chuckle and ask if she’d be able to design anything for dragons. “Well, unless it’s for little Spikey-Wikey, I’d suppose not. Then again, I highly doubt a ferocious dragon would ever come waltzing into Ponyville in need of a suit or dress. Wouldn’t that just be the living end?” The both of you share a heartfelt laugh at the idea, before she begins sketching something for the suit she has in mind. “There we are! Have a look darling. Isn’t it just to die for?”

You take a look at what she’d put together for you. You see a drawing that looks like it would be perfect to fit your form. However, there’s quite more than just a top and bottom drawn on the parchment. The shoes are long and pointed, and there’s a top hat that looks like something out of a children’s movie. That and the entire upper body is covered in what appear to be extravagant peacock feathers. You look up at Rarity, who’s wearing a look of pride, then back down to the flashy design. Returning your sight to her again, you force yourself to offer an encouraging smile.

Rarity’s look of joy fades and turns to one of disappointment. “You don’t like it, do you?” You lie and tell her that it’s beautiful. “Don’t try to fool me, I know that face. I saw it when I designed the dresses for my friends for the Grand Galloping Gala.” You apologize to her, saying that it just seems a bit too… busy for what you had in mind. “No, I understand. The girls were mistaken in putting too much of what they wanted in place of what I had designed, but I suppose since this is the first design I’ve ever made for a human, you’d be a bit more knowledgeable about it than I. Just tell me what you don’t like, and I’ll see if I can work with it.”

You smile politely and stand next to her as you gesture towards the sketch. You tell her that the form is perfect, but you don’t want any feathers on it. The tips of the shoes need to be shorter, and more rounded. And you’re not really a fan of top hats. “So, you just want something plain and ordinary?” You confirm what she’s said with a nod. “Between you and Twilight, I swear; am I the only one with an appreciation for anything showy these days?” She shakes her head in disappointment. “Well, I suppose it’s for the best. I should start off with something simple to practice. Now let me get some materials for you to choose from.” Rarity hurries her way over to a large chest, and opens the top to take a look inside. “Let’s see, where on earth is the worsted? Please don’t tell me it’s at the bottom.” Making a noise of aggravation, Rarity rears herself up on her hindlegs and dips her upper body in to try and find the fabric she’s looking for. As she searches, you scan around her workshop. The entire place is quite a mess. Though it’s all clean as can be, there are rolls of fabric draped across the floor, yarn unspooled and hanging from countertops, and shoes, seemingly dozens of shoes scattered about the place. You wonder how she can even find anything in this place.

Your eyes come back to Rarity, who’s dipped herself even lower into the chest. She’s so far in the only thing you can even see of her is her rump, white as powdery fresh snow, moving back and forth in front of you. You avert your eyes from her, knowing how impolite it is to stare at that. You instead decide to look at her hooves; nothing wrong with looking at a pony’s hooves. But while you look, you notice that there’s a mirror laying up right underneath her. It’s in perfect position to show off her…You gulp as you take an eyeful of what’s being reflected at you. You can just barely see it, but it’s more than enough. You can’t believe you’re getting an eyeful of her marehood right now. It’s so beautiful, and so fair, just as she is. You know it’s wrong, but you just can’t help yourself.

“Ah, it would have fallen to the bottom, wouldn’t it? Now then, let’s have you take a look so you can decide what you’d…?” She looks back and notices you staring intently at something. She follows your gaze and sees the mirror right underneath her, as well as what’s being reflected. “Waah!” She hastily kicks the mirror across the floor and places a hoof in between her hindlegs to her shield herself from you. “How dare you!”

You wince and slap your hands in front of your face as she scolds you. Idiot! How long did you think you could keep looking before she noticed? And she’s not even human. Why are you looking at her like that in the first place? As you’re mentally cursing yourself, Rarity’s face turns to anger as she approaches you. “I don’t know who you think you are, being treated as a guest in MY boutique, when I’m designing something for YOU, free of charge I might add! But all you want is an eyeful of what’s in between my hindlegs? Why I’ve never been so insulted in all of my life!” As she’s finally in front of you, she tilts her head to look up at your face. Though she reaches barely above your thigh, you feel so much smaller than her right now. What you wouldn’t give to just disappear and go back home right now. “And you don’t just insult this unicorn and walk away. Oh no; no sir!” You feel a warm energy encircle your head, before it’s violently pulled down towards the ground. Now your eyes are level with Rarity’s face, her horn glowing as she’s holding you in front of her. “You… need to be punished.” Before you can react, she releases her magical hold on you and lets your head drop to the ground rather hard. You lay there a moment, trying to shake off the painful sensation in your chin. You notice that she’s magically opened a drawer from her dresser, levitating a small key towards a chest that was previously covered in a large cloth. She unlocks the chest, and begins to chortle as she levitates the inner contents. You see floating in the air a black harness, the sides of it adorned in sparkling emeralds. Rarity’s eyes flash with excitement as she levitates even more things from inside.

“If I’m not mistaken, didn’t you mention that in your home world that equines are used for farm work? That they’re ridden by the humans that own them?” You pick yourself off the floor a moment and nod your head, before she magically pins you back down. “Well, I certainly would love to know what that’s like.” You raise an eyebrow at her in confusion. “What? Did you think this saddle was for me? Oh, the nerve! You think that you’re of any worth to ride Miss Rarity? Don’t make me laugh. The saddle is for you, darling.” As she sneers at you, she flicks her hair back to light her horn up once again. This time out of the chest floats four leather boots, with a matching frilly corset to go with them. “Now these little things… these are for me.”

You’re officially freaked out. You can’t believe such a classy pony as herself would be into this sort of thing. You’re so stunned; you barely even notice the ends of your shirt being pulled up, until it forces your arms out and pulls your upper body out so that you’re splayed out on the floor. With your top gone, the leather harness finds itself upon your back, and fastened tightly around your chest. After you’ve been situated, Rarity floats her boots onto her hooves with grace and zips them up promptly. She reaches her forelegs up into the air allowing you to gaze at her stomach (and her lovely pair of breasts pushed together so nicely) so that her corset can slip itself over her. Once it’s in position, she grunts in discomfort as she pulls the lacing out, tightening the garment around her body. Now that it’s nice and snug around her, her buttocks seem a bit more prominent than before. She looks down on you and shakes her rump a bit to tease you, before she trots over to your side. “Now that we’re properly dressed for the occasion, it’s time for me to set some ground rules: You are to address me as Mistress Rarity. And you are to do everything that I tell you. If you do anything that I’ve not permitted, you’re going to find this whole thing more painful than it needs to be.” She pulls herself onto your back, digging her hips into the saddle as she floats a long thin riding crop in front of you just long enough to see it, until it slips to the side and out of your vision, making your body shake in anxiety. “Well then… giddy up!”

You feel a piercing hot sting across your backside, so painful that your instincts tell you to run. You cry out and bolt forward as fast as your hands and knees can allow you, which in truth isn’t very fast. Your eyes begin to water as you crawl forward, and hear Rarity’s delightful giggles. “Faster! I know you can go faster than this, you little whelp. Hya!” She smacks your behind repeatedly, making you increase your speed to try in vain to escape the pain. “How does it feel? Do you feel pained? Humiliated? How do you think they feel, hm? Just because they don’t talk means they don’t feel the same way? Is that what you think?” You can’t find the words to respond to her. You just keep crawling around her room as fast as you can. You’re not sure what else you can do.

“Whoa!” she pulls back on your hair, urging you to stop. Your palms and knees feel like they’re on fire from all of that crawling. You feel the unicorn’s weight lifted off of you as she climbs down and walks in front of your vision. She gently pats your head as she stares at you. “Well done. In fact, I daresay you’ve earned yourself a bit of a drink.” She reaches a foreleg up to her chest and slides it down her belly, down to her nether regions. As you see her leg move about, she closes her eyes and grins, while her ears twitch a bit. After a few seconds, she pulls her hoof out and holds it up to you. You can see that it’s now covered in a filmy thin liquid. “Drink up.” She urges, pushing it to your lips firmly. You’re hesitant at first, but you slowly begin to lick up what’s there. It tastes sweet, you think to yourself. Like vanilla crème. Oh, you could lap this up for hours if you were given the chance. You feel your pants tighten as you savor the taste of her sweet fluids. As your licks become more rapid, she lowers her hoof and flips you over onto your back.

“Phew! Serving your punishment has made me quite tired. I could use a seat.” You feel the weight of her hooves crawling onto your chest little by little. You look up to see her bottom right above you, as she looks back at you over her shoulders and smiles. “And your face looks oh so comfortable.” Your jaw tightens up as you slowly see her rump lowering itself towards your vision. You know that you could overpower her if you had to, but your body is just too rigid to move. Her white round cheeks make gentle contact with your face, rubbing up against you a moment, before she firmly plants her rear onto you. Any shroud of light has been snuffed out from you as she takes a seat upon your face. You feel her wriggle from side to side as she makes herself comfortable upon you. “Ah…” you hear her sigh in joy. “Oh my, that feels nice.” Despite that it’s somewhat difficult for you to breathe; you have to admit that her soft pony cheeks feel nice against your face. And the smell isn’t too bad either; the fragrance of flowers fills your nostrils as you struggle to breathe.

“Oh, what’s this?” you hear her say. You feel something poke your rock hard shaft constricted by your jeans rather delicately. “My my, looks like something’s a bit cramped up in there.” She’s not kidding. You feel like it’s going to snap in half from how hard she’s getting you. “I suppose I could let it out, if I felt like it…” Your cries for freedom are muffled by the weight of Rarity’s rump against your face. “I’m sorry dear, what was that?” She lifts her cheeks off of you a moment so you can draw in a proper breath, followed by your begging for her to let it out. “Oh, why not? I’m feeling rather generous right now.” She plants her bottom against your face once again. You hear the sound of your pants being unzipped, and feel them dragged off of your legs, followed by your underwear. You then hear Rarity gasp and then giggle to herself. “That’s it? I’m quite disappointed, darling. Why I don’t think you’re even as big as some of the grade school colts.” You feel your rod throb a bit as she insults you. She then begins to poke it rather lazily with one of her hooves. “Why, I don’t even know if I can do anything with this… ah well.”

You reach your hands up to grasp the sides of Rarity’s flank as she pushes into you a bit. Your sudden touch elicits a gasp from her. “What do you think you’re doing?” she scolds. “I did not give you permission for that!” you feel the sting of the riding crop across your knuckles. It hurts terribly, but you can’t help but keep your hand there. Your tongue finds some room to inch its way to what’s hopefully the edge of Rarity’s marehood. “Ooh!” she moans a bit, and ceases from striking your hands. “That’s rather nice. I suppose I could allow this…” You hear her voice make soothing sounds of enjoyment as she inches her backside off of your face slightly, allowing you more access to the center of her lips. Her passionate cooing sends spasms of pleasure through your shaft as you drill into her.

“No, no…” you hear Rarity say as she moves herself into your mouth. “Don’t you dare! You’d better not!”

You try as hard as you can, but it’s all in vain; you feel one last surge course through your throbbing rod, before it finally releases the load it’s been storing up. You feel it shower slightly over your thighs, before Rarity stops moving and the room is filled with a deadly silence. What follows next is a scream so shrill that there’s no doubt that anypony outside within half a mile could have heard it.

“It’s all over my hair!!” She screams out. Her rump hastily lifts itself off of you before she turns around and smacks you rather hard with her hoof. “Look at this! Look at what you did!” You shamefully take a look at her and confirm the damage you’ve done; her spectacular mane is now covered in your seed. There might be some on her face as well, but if there is, it blends rather well with her white coat. “I can’t believe this!” She lunges forward and kisses you so intensely that it hurts your lips. She breaks the kiss and stares at you, a mix of anger, sadness, and lust apparent in her eyes. “I can’t believe you’d just release so soon, and right when I was just getting into it!” She looks as if she’s about to cry. You reach out to try and comfort her, but she slaps your hand away. “No no no, we are NOT finished. Not yet.” She rears herself back and stretches her upper body out, letting you take a good look at her soft belly, as well as her lovely round breasts right above her dripping lower lips. “Get a good eyeful, darling. Doesn’t it turn you on? Don’t you just love this little pony’s marvelous body?”

Good lord, you really do. You hate to admit it, but this is probably the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen; more beautiful than any human could ever hope to strive for. She reaches out for your hand and pulls it towards her left breast, so you can get a good feel for it. “Mm, that’s right. Just take a nice grasp of it. Doesn’t it feel good? So nice and soft against those palms of yours?”

You feel your mouth hang open as you feel her up. She flashes her eyelashes towards you, knowing that you’re like putty in her hooves. You see her eyes scan down your body and light up with excitement. “Ah, that’s what I want to see.” She pushes you onto your back, and straddles her hips over your once again hard member. She slowly eases herself down, letting it slip inside of her as delicately as possible, making the softest of moans all the way down. “Mm, mn, unf, ooh, uhhh- ah!” She finally finds her lips pressed up against the bottom of your shaft. “Not as deep as I’d want it, but… I suppose it’ll have to do.” She begins to raise herself up, stopping just before the head of your shaft is visible, and plummets herself down quickly. She begins to moan in rhythm to her movements, while you lay there with your arms out over your head. She’s taken full control of you, and you absolutely love it. She takes a look at your face with a devilish smile of her own.

“Are you enjoying this?” she asks. You tell her that you are. “You enjoy when I belittle you, don’t you?” You moan out that you do. “Because you’re worthless, aren’t you? Because I’m better than you?” You moan out again your submission to her. “Yes, that’s what I thought! You’re nothing! You’re not even worthy to have ownership of this thing!” She thrusts herself onto your shaft extra forceful this time. “It’s mine. It’s mine to do with as I…I… oh!” Her body seizes up suddenly as she closes her eyes. “Oh my… oh my, oh my, oh my, oh, ohhh!” Her body shudders as you feel her inner walls clench around your member, releasing a shower of slippery wetness over your privates. She lets out a high-pitched squeal as she releases all over you, and then begins to let herself relax. Her eyes are rolled up in her head, as a dazed smile creeps over her face. “Oooh… that was nice.” She suddenly falls forward onto you, and cuddles into your chest rather sweetly. “I love you.” She coos, shutting her eyes and breathing softly onto your bare chest.

You lay there motionless, wide-eyed as you take in everything that just happened. You’re still not really sure how long she’s been going at you like this; minutes, hours, days? Who knows? All that aggression, all that hostility: gone. Now there was only this sweet little white pony, barely awake in your arms with a loving smile on her face. With a look of disbelief still on you, you turn your head to the side towards the door you walked in, and see… oh no.

There in the doorway is Twilight’s assistant, Spike the baby dragon. It’s not a look of hatred, jealousy, or sadness on his face. It’s a look of utter confusion, probably not much different from your own. You’re waiting for him to say something, but all he does is slowly sidestep away from the door, making no noise as he makes his exit away the scene of whatever just happened here.

Eeyup. Not much to say about this one. Not really big into bondage, but I do like the leather clothing, and facesitting is a huge one for me. Let's face it: this is not the weirdest thing you've seen me write. Thanks for reading everyone!

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Twilight Sparkle

Turning her telescope slightly to the left, the little unicorn looks through her eyepiece intensively. “Hm… I’m still not seeing it.” She says to you as you’re sitting down behind her. Rising to your feet, you inch up to Twilight Sparkle’s device and look through. Seeing the array of stars you instructed her to find, you explain which ones she needs to follow to see the outline that you referred to. “Alright… oh, I see it now. These are the hindlegs, and this must be the upper torso. You said this was called… Centaurus?” You nod your head in confirmation. “Wow, interesting! Equestrian astrology never mentioned a constellation of a human/equine hybrid before.”

For the entirety of the night, she’s been looking through her telescope, observing some of her favorite constellations and taking note of the ones you’ve taught her about as well. It amuses you how much joy she takes from stargazing sometimes. While you’re watching her, a huge yawn escapes your mouth and you put a hand in front to futilely cover it up. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re tired? We’ve only been looking for about an hour.” You apologize and explain that you’re still worn out from traveling to and from Canterlot with her today. It was much busier than you expected, and you received more than enough attention from the denizens, being the only human any of them had ever seen. “Hm… alright, if you insist.” Twilight says, slightly dismayed while she folds her telescope up for the night. “I guess it’s time for bed then. Go ahead and lie down; I still want to write down a few notes about the constellations you showed me tonight.”

You make your way over to her bed and pull back her purple blanket, adorned with large stars and moon crescents. You’re thankful for her talent with enlargement spells, and that she had used it specifically so the two of you could more comfortably share her bed. You place your hands behind your head and lay back, looking over at Twilight, scribbling away onto a piece of parchment with a quill she’s magically levitating. Your eyes slip down her glowing horn to her dark purple and pink mane. Travelling down her sleek back, you find yourself staring into her rear. She looks back at you and notices what you’re looking at, and grins. “I thought you said you were tired, mister?” She asks giggling, while you shrug in response. “Be patient, I’ll be there in a moment.” While she continues to write, her lower body shivers a bit, and her tail raises just slightly, enough to reveal her tight anus and her pronounced labia. You stare into her backside and lick your lips. “Almost done~” she says to you in a singsong voice, her lower lips winking in your direction. Now you’re very aware that she’s teasing you on purpose. “There we go, all done.” She says, rolling up the parchment and turning to face you. She trots happily towards the bed and pulls herself up, crawling over your chest and staring into your face with sultry eyes. It’s a look you’ve come to love, as it’s a clear indication of what she’s wanting from you tonight.

Your thoughts trail back to last week, on your third day in Ponyville. Twilight had been so eager to study you as a creature she had never encountered before, and jumped at the chance to offer you shelter. Things had started off innocently enough, until her poking and prodding had begun to stir you up and show physical signs of what her soft hooves touching you so much was doing to you. The two of you had been so embarrassed, and immediately ceased from any further observations. But for the rest of that night, she had found it very difficult to make comfortable eye contact with you, and even more difficult to keep her tail down enough to cover her privates. Eventually the tension became too much for her to bear, and she hastily sent Spike away with a book that she had “just remembered that she promised she’d let Fluttershy borrow!” With her assistant gone, she quickly pounced you, and suggested that in order for the two of you to continue living together, that this was something you would have to get out of the way. She also mentioned that she was curious about the mating habits of humans anyway, and that it might be better to learn by taking a more hooves on approach. It had started out as something forced and awkward, but soon turned to a rhythmic joining of two very different bodies, building up to a simultaneous release of passion. She had enjoyed it so much that she suggested you two try it again, to let her collect “additional results”.

With her chest pressed up against yours, she looks down at you deep into your eyes and smiles. She leans in and presses her soft sweet lips against yours. You purse your lips as your mouths make contact with each other, and the two of you break the kiss with a soft wet smack. You both immediately move in for another kiss, tilting your heads to the side to coddle one another’s lips more intimately. Your mouths open a moment as your tongues slip past one another and enter the others mouth, the cool air brushing against your exposed tongue before you both close your lips, and the warmth of her mouth overtakes your tongue again (by this point, a very annoyed baby dragon assistant has made his way out of the room, thumping very loudly as he travels down the staircase).Pulling your lips apart once again, you rest your noses against one another and gaze into the others eyes fondly.

Twilight sticks her tongue out and licks your nose playfully. She turns herself over onto her back and wiggles herself against your chest. She tilts her head up to look at your face while you wrap your arms around her and rub her furry chest. She starts to giggle, and squirms a bit more. You ask her what she’s doing. “Oh, nothing. Just… getting nice and comfy.” She replies, wiggling her backside against your lower torso. The feeling of her small rump pushing against you sends a pulse of excitement through your body. You take a deep breath as you unconsciously push your hips forward a bit. “Hey!” Twilight exclaims jovially. “What’s that poking me down there?”

Grinning sheepishly, you begin to run your fingers down her side and tickle her. Twilight laughs delightfully and squirms against your chest as you touch her, sliding your hand up her belly and squeezing her. While she continues to laugh, you slowly inch your hand down her body and between her hindlegs. Feeling around her fur, you come into contact with something warm and fleshy that makes the pony gasp when you touch it. Knowing you’ve found your mark, you run a middle finger up the line of her slit ever gradually. “Mmm…” she purrs, bringing her forelegs up to her chin. You lean your head down to take a better look at her face. She’s looking up at you, her cheeks red as a rose, a joyful smile on her face. You kiss her cheek and hug her tightly with your left arm, your right hand still between her hindlegs and rubbing her soaking lips. She’s continuously moaning with her mouth closed, her purple tail swishing now and then between your knees. The look of her blushing face and her tail wrapping between your knees drives you crazy, and makes your penis swell with excitement. But you bite your lip and bear it, not wanting to let your desires impede your work. You slide your middle finger into her caverns and hear her cry out suddenly, and her back lifts a bit off of your body. She quickly pushes her mouth into yours for a kiss, and you can hear her moaning softly into your mouth all the while. You slowly slide your finger in and out of her while your left hand brushes her chest gently. She breaks her kiss against you and tilts her head up; her eyes squeezed shut while she moans out uncontrollably. You ask her if she wants to cum, to which she quickly nods. You reposition your head overs hers and take the tip of her ear into your mouth, giving it a gentle nibble. Keeping just the tip of your middle finger inside of her caverns, you pull back and apply pressure to her clitoris. You feel her body jolt as you pull back and forth against her flesh, and she begins to cry out fiercely.

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ahhhhhh!” Her entire body shivering on top of you, she begins to spray all over your hand and your pants. You pull your finger out of her and rub her wet folds again, whispering into her ear what a good girl she is, and how much you love her. You hear her whimper softly in response, a very humble look on her face while her cheeks maintain a soft glow. She rubs the side of her cranium against your chest, still writhing a bit on top of you. Taking a deep sigh, she rolls over and locks her lips with yours once again. As the two of you let your tongues mingle, her lower hoof rubs up against the apparent bulge in your jeans. You let out a low hum from her touch, and she pulls her head back, grinning at you. “Mm, poor boy.” She taunts, tracing a hoof along your chest. “You’ve been treating me so nicely and I’ve left you all cooped up down there. Don’t worry; I've still got enough energy for another round.” Sliding herself down, she picks your zipper up in her teeth and pulls down, lightly pulling over the head of your bulge. Keeping a hoof on the waist, she bites and pulls the button of your pants off. You raise your hips up so that she can slide them and your underwear down, giving your rod the freedom it craves. Twilight quickly pulls herself up to you, with her soaking purple lips right over you. She lowers herself down just enough to let her flesh rest on the top of your head. You clench your teeth together when it makes contact, and she licks her lips while she drags her slit across your rod. Your eyes are pleading for her to stop teasing you, and to go down completely.

And so she does. Pushing her hips down, Twilight takes in your entire length, her mouth hanging open from the sensation of filling herself up all the way to the base, poking against her cervix. Your tilt your head back and moan out yourself. It feels amazing, how warm she is, fitting so snug around your member. And she’s nice enough to do all of the work for you, pulling herself up and sliding all the way up just before raising off of the pink of your head, before slowly bobbing back down again, keeping her hooves on your chest for balance. You keep your hands around her hips, giving them a nice squeeze every so often. You look back up at her, seeing a very lustful grin on her face.

“Mm, you look like you’re enjoying yourself.” The unicorn says in delight. “Do you think I’m sexy?” you nod enthusiastically. “You like feeling my snug pussy around your hard cock, don’t you?” You nod again, and think to yourself how grateful you are that in her learning to talk dirty, she refrained from using the proper medical terms for anatomy. She leans her head in a bit, her nose a mere inches from yours. “And I know you love how wet I am. But that’s easy from how much you turn me on. Sometimes when I’m in public, I can barely keep myself dry around you. Mmm…” She’s gotten really good at this lately. Hearing her salacious whisper is too much for you to handle. Biting her lower lip, she raises herself up and increases the rate at which she’d grinding you, the force of her motions giving off a wet smack with each hump. Your hips begin to buck up into her out of instinct.

“Oh, you’re going to cum aren’t you?” Twilight says with excitement in her eye. “Yeah, come on honey; let it out. Fill me up with everything you have. I want it to drip out the sides from being so full.” You reach up and hold her body close to you and grunt as you thrust in rhythm. She moans out with a smile on her face in response to your increased force. Feeling her slick walls move around your shaft so quickly brings your building pressure to a summit as you pump your hips up and unleash a wave of your warm milky seed into her. Twilight’s tail flicks between your knees as you fill her up and she tilts her head back. “Oooh, yeah! So messy… ahhh!” Slipping a hoof between her legs, she rubs her clitoris for an instant, her hoof covered in her own wetness and your sticky fluids. You feel another spurt released onto your shaft before she pulls herself off of you and drags herself across your stomach, getting you even messier in the process.

You hold her face in your hands and pepper her cheek with tender kisses, and she moves to kiss your ear. The both of you are fighting over who gets to embrace who until you finally meet in the middle and caress each other’s lips once again. Twilight breaks the kiss and snuggles her head into your chest with a very satisfied smile, while you hug her close to you and stroke her soft purple mane. “I love you.” She says tiredly. You whisper the same to her. You can feel her heart beating against your chest as the two of you drift off into a very cozy slumber.

Author's Note

And with a chapter focusing on my favorite of the mane six, we're five down and one to go! I hope the next one in line is prepared for this. I know all of you must be excited to see what you'll get to do with her, and she probably is as well (or perhaps she's hiding herself underneath her sofa. Poor dear...)

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Spitfire

Up high in the sky above a large crowd of ponies, a team of pegasi adorned in their familiar flight suits soar through the air performing their dazzling aerial feats for their audience. The Wonderbolts have been at it for nearly an hour now with only a few fly by’s in between to catch their breath. You and the ponies around you can tell that this next feat will be their last, from the way that they slowly separate and ascend higher into the sky. Once they’ve reached the proper altitude, the team bursts downwards at an angle, all diving for one central point and leaving a trail of smoke reflecting the color of their manes and coats.

Your focus in particular is on the one composed of amber and gold, one that might fool you into thinking the sky was set ablaze if you hadn’t known the mare at the head of the contrail. Through your binoculars, you can just see Spitfire, the captain of the Wonderbolts, keeping her form as she races towards her goal. It’s too far to be certain, but you think that she might have looked towards you and winked confidently. Pulling your binoculars away just in time, you see all six fliers meet in the center and spin around to avoid crashing into each other, and continuously revolve in place as they hasten towards the ground.

You and the others gasp and hold your breath as it looks like the group might not be able to slow in time and prevent themselves from crashing into the ground. Just in the nick of time, each pegasus flips their legs from underneath and slams them to the ground with a thunderous boom as they land. The crowd stays silent a moment as the Wonderbolts remain still, until Spitfire raises her head and forms a confident smile as she opens her eyes. The crowd explodes in an excited cheer as she and the rest of her crew raise a foreleg and wave to their audience. You applaud for only a few seconds before you race away from your seat, eager to get down to where they’ll be exiting before the mob of fans can form. Outside of the staging area, you see two robust stallions serving as security. One of them flashes you a knowing smile and steps to the side to let you through. You run past Soarin and Fleetfoot and see the one you’re looking for: Spitfire, with her flight suit pulled back, getting her hooves examined by a physician. You rush over and ask if she’s okay.

“Oh, hey missy.” Spitfire acknowledges you, sounding a bit flustered. “You weren’t supposed to see this.” You take a knee and look at her legs. You can see around her hooves there’s a touch of swelling. Your face reflects your worry as you look at her injury. “Don’t sweat it. Doctor says I’ll be fine by tonight.”

“Actually, I said to stay off of them until tomorrow night.” The mare in front of her corrects.

“Yeah yeah, same thing.” Spitfire dismisses her diagnosis. You wrap your arms around her neck and take a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions under control. “Hey, chill out, you’re embarrassing me.” She leans her head back and stares into your eyes. “I’m fine. I promise.” Pulling her flight suit back up and masking her bruises, she jumps in the air and keeps herself above the ground. “What do you say guys? Ready to fly out of here?”

Spitfire’s suggestion is met with a resounding of whoops and cheers as the pegasi take flight and hover out of the entranceway. The ponies fly by with a skirmish of fans on either side of them wanting to get as close as the security team would allow. With you and Spitfire towing the line, you make your way onto the covered chariot, and the stallions at the front trot all of you away from the frenzy of ecstatic ponies. After a while of traveling, the chariot stops outside of a large hotel and the Wonderbolts are escorted inside. The majority of the Wonderbolts are sharing a large suite together to stay within the salary of the team; however, Spitfire has dipped into her own savings to purchase a private room for the two of you. Once you have your keys, Spitfire leads you up to the suite. The inside of the room fascinates you: a large room with two sofas, a coffee table as well as a dining table, and a separate bedroom away from the dining room and bathroom.

“Not bad, huh?” Spitfire comments, as she locks the door behind her. You agree as she floats up behind you and rests her hooves on your shoulders. You lean your head back and lean against her as you move your hands up and run your fingernails across her hooves. You feel her mouth press up against your neck and kiss you as she’s lightly pushing you forward, and you make your way towards the sofa in front of you. Once your legs touch the furniture, you kick off your high heels, then spin around and fall on your back against the cushions, and let Spitfire leap at you, resting her forelegs on your breast and splaying her hindlegs out behind her, with the flat of her hooves facing upwards. She lightly moves her face towards yours and pecks your lips, humming as she feels you slip your hands around her and caress her back lightly.

“Hey,” She whispers after breaking the kiss. “You think you could help me out of this thing?” You open your eyes and smile at her as you move your hands along her back and up over her head. You slip your hands inside of her mask, caressing her cheeks a moment before pushing the material back to set her head free. You gently help flip her over so she’s laying on her back against your form, and drift down her neck towards her chest until you locate a zipper. You slowly pull down all the way until it reaches the bottom, right above her waist, and pull your hand back up across her belly, making her giggle a bit as she squirms against you. You guide her forelegs out of her sleeves and pull the suit under her back so you can do the same with her hindlegs, then push the uniform to the floor so you can resume hugging your partner and revel in the warm orange coat against you.

After a few minutes of the two of you enjoying each other’s embrace, Spitfire begins to stir. “I think I could use a bath. I’ve still got the sweat from the show clinging to me.” You pull back your arms and allow her to jump off of you, but she looks back at you with those alluring orange eyes. “Come with me,” She suggests, with a devilish smile. You wonder if she’s joking, but her smile makes it clear that her offer is genuine. You pull yourself up and follow her towards the bathroom. Once inside, you see a tub that might just be big enough for the two of you to enjoy yourselves in, and Spitfire comments on how much bigger it is than the one in her house in Cloudsdale. She twists the knobs to let a flow of warm water begin to fill the tub before she turns back at you.

“What, you gonna bathe with your clothes on or something?” You smile nervously, holding your arm to the side. “Oh, I see. You’re probably dressed all the time where you come from. You’re not used to being naked in front of someone, are you?” You shake your head as she hovers in front of your face. “Here, I’ll help you.” Spitfire unsnaps the buttons on your blouse, tugging your sleeve down past your arm as she circles behind you and pulls off the other. You feel her hooves glide down your back and slip under the end of your shirt. She flies up to lift your shirt, gently helping your hair through the collar and up over your head. She pauses a moment as one of her hooves rests against your back, just above your bra.

“Hm… how do you get this off?” Spitfire asks, puzzled. You instruct her that it’s held together by hooks that need to be pulled in the opposite direction to unlatch. “So, you take one up and over… oh, I gotcha.” she says, pressing down one side with her hooves, and lifting the other side with her teeth as she pulls them close and slips the little hooks away. Once it’s loose, you feel your bra fall away from your chest, and you instinctively pull your hands up to hide your breasts.

“There we go. Hey turn around, I wanna see.” You turn around slowly, keeping your chest hidden and still smiling nervously. “Wow, you’re really nervous aren’t you?” she asks. “Don’t be. You’ve been seeing naked ponies everywhere you go. It’s totally not a big deal.” She flies up and touches your hands with her hooves. “Just relax…” You take a deep breath and let your hands drop, Spitfire still holding her hooves against your hands.

“Wow, they’re cute.” she says, getting an eyeful of your perky breasts. “You’re doing good, we’re halfway there.” You feel a tingle between your legs as Spitfire lowers herself and unbuttons your jeans with her hooves. Taking a hold of the hem of your pants and unmentionables in her teeth, she slides her hooves in and circles them around to properly lower your pants to the floor, until they’re bunched up around your feet. With your underwear gone, you’re now standing completely naked in front of the pegasus you’ve felt so fond of since you found yourself in this world.

Spitfire looks up at you with a warm and reassuring smile. “You’ve got a beautiful body.” she tells you softly. Her words make you blush, but you finally feel relaxed in front of her now even with nothing to hide from her anymore. She flies up and takes your hand in her hooves, flying backwards and guiding you towards the tub, just reaching the perfect height. Once you’ve stepped in, she reaches back and shuts the water off, and dips down into the water, submerging her head and mane underneath. You lower yourself until your buttocks come into contact with the water, and hesitate a moment to let your skin adjust to the warmth, before you resume descending. Finally sitting against the bottom of the tub, you let out a relaxed sigh as Spitfire reemerges, her fiery mane soaked and slicked back against her neck.

Gazing towards you, Spitfire edges forward and pulls her hooves up onto your shoulders, looking longingly into your eyes. She looks so adorable at the moment; you coddle her cheek with your palm, which she leans into lovingly. She rests the other side of her head against your wet breasts and snuggles against you as you pet her. After a few moments of you stroking her wet coat, she raises her head up and kisses you while she repositions herself, so her hindlegs are straddling your thigh. She pushes her stomach up against yours as you kiss her lips, and moves your hand from her cheek down her neck, and across her wet back. Your hand continues to move downwards, stopping just short of her rear, and you give her lower back a gentle scratch.

“Nnh…” Spitfire moans, disconnecting from your mouth a moment. She begins to slowly grind her groin against your leg. “Lower…”

You ease your hand further down, breaching the water and rubbing your palm against her toned behind to give it a firm squeeze. You hear her give out an uncharacteristic squeak in response.

“Keep… keep going.” she says with a smile, her cheeks beginning to turn a shade of crimson.

Inching your fingers towards the center of her hindlegs, you feel around until you rub against a familiar split. Her body jumps as you touch her.

“Ah, right there!” Spitfire exclaims in a hushed tone. You can feel her entire lower body tense up as she flexes her hindquarters back, hopefully making it easier for your slender fingers to access. “Ohhh yeah, right there. That’s nice...” As she moans out, you see her wings twitch outwards a bit, but they never fully extend. She must be concentrating rather hard to keep them under control. You rub your finger across Spitfire’s slit, causing her to shudder. She has her eyes closed tight, and her mouth hangs open slightly as she’s panting. You lean forward and guide her mouth to yours again. She whimpers a bit as you slide your fingers against her winking pussy. The cool and self-confident captain of the famed Wonderbolts is now your personal finger puppet, and moving your digits in just the right way yields the most delightful results. You slowly push three of your fingers inside her, all the way to your knuckle, making her wait in pleasurable agony for them to reach as deep inside as they’ll go before you slip them out.

Spitfire’s so worked up at this point. Her little mewls in your mouth are begging for you to give her release. Slipping your fingers out of her lips, you keep them stretched open a bit while your middle finger strokes the nub of her clitoris. You feel Spitfire’s body shake against yours as she breaks the kiss and rears her head back, crying out in bliss.

“Ah! Ah, ah, ahhhh…” Spitfire braces herself against you, tensing her body up and trying desperately to hold onto the building feeling inside of her loins. “Ahh~!” You feel the pegasus shake against you as she presses her chest up against yours. You slip your hands up her hindquarters and up to her back, gently stroking her soaking coat as her moans begin to quiet down. With her cheeks glowing, she kisses up at your chin, while her hooves stroke the sides of your breasts. “Again,” she whispers in a lustful voice. “Please...?”

You run your hand up Spitfire’s wet neck as you look into her eyes, and tenderly rub her ear. She lets out a lustful sigh as you touch her. You slip your unoccupied hand back down to her nether’s and find her tender opening, quickly rubbing your fingers against the surface of her folds. Her passionate moaning resumes quickly when you touch her, and she hangs her mouth open, quickly losing herself in bliss. You lean your head in and touch your mouth to Spitfire’s, coaxing her into a kiss. Spitfire does her best to lock lips with yours, but her mind is in another place as she’s building up to a second orgasm. You slide your middle finger in between her entrance while you keep your index finger out, and gently rub her swollen clit. The pegasus’s wings quickly flush out, one of them being restricted to the wall at the side of the tub. With her lips being caressed by yours, Spitfire begins to desperately moan into your mouth.

“Mm... mm, mm, mmmm! Mmm~” With a final shudder, you feel a quick warm force jet out against your hand. You push her lips closed and rub your palm against the slit again, drawing out even more sounds of pleasure from her.

“Hah... oh...” Spitfire swoons as she lays her head against your chest again, and you continuously pat her back, as if you were helping rub away any more pent up excitement that might be lingering in her body. After a few minutes of blissful silence, she begins to stir and grabs a bottle of body wash and motions it to you. You squeeze a dollop of the gel and massage it into her damp coat and her brilliant mane, working up a thick lather of suds. Spitfire unplugs the tub and rinses herself off before she steps out, allowing you to do the same. You both dry yourself off with the hotel towels, and then eye the pair of bathrobes hanging on the wall. Spitfire looks from the robe sized for ponies, and then looks up at you, desperately stifling a giggle. “Unless you happened to bring a pair of jammies with you, looks like you’ll be dressing the way ponies do: wearin’ nothin’ at all!” she says, swishing her tail. You give her a mock frown in response. “Hey come on, you’ll get used to it. It’s not like you’re going outside like that.”

Keeping the small towel wrapped around your head, you follow Spitfire out of the bathroom, and let the cool air of leaving the humid room hit your naked body. You turn your head from side to side instinctively, making sure there’s no one else in the room. Now that you’re sure it’s just you and her, you let the joy of being all natural overtake you. In fact, as you make your way towards the bedroom, you let your hips sway to and fro in a proud sauntering fashion. Right next to the large bed is a tray topped with champagne and various cheese snacks and veggies, with a note reading “A pleasure to have the Wonderbolts staying with us. Have a wonderful night! –Staff”

“Yup, one of the perks of being a Wonderbolt: free booze!” Spitfire smirks as she drifts towards the table and grabs two crystal glasses and motions one towards you. Once you have it in your hands, she uncorks the bottle with her teeth, and wraps a wing around it, pouring it in your glass and hers. The two of you clink glasses and take a sip. Spitfire lies next to you, her orange tail resting over your leg.

“Oh, those cheese snacks look good,” she remarks, looking back over at the tray of food. “Think you could get me one of those?” You teasingly ask her why she can’t get them herself. “Come on, you’re closer to it.” she responds. You roll your eyes, finish your glass of champagne, and lift yourself to your knees as you reach out towards the snacks. You’ve almost got one in your hand, when you suddenly feel something warm drag across your vaginal lips, followed by the sound of a deep inhale.

“Ah…” you hear Spitfire exhale. “You smell sweeter than I gave you credit for.” You turn your head back just in time to catch a glimpse of her standing on her hooves, with her nose pressed deeply into your vaginal lips. You make a remark about how it seems her hooves have made a full recovery. She winks at you and says, “I told the doc I’d be fine by tonight.” She then carefully steps across the bed, and brushes her face up against your cheek. You look at her face, and see an expression full of tenderness, but with that competitive smirk that she wears before every air show. You know how much she wants it from you, and you can’t lie to yourself: you want it too.

The two of you press your mouths together, quickly pushing your tongues past each other’s mouths and feeling up every inch inside. Spitfire advances towards you, gently guiding you to lay on your back while she rests on top of you. The pegasus drags one delicate hoof across your breasts while she kisses you, the toe of her hoof tickling your nipples. Her empty hoof finds its way to the back of your neck and gently brushes your soft skin. While her forelegs are busy tending to your upper body, her hindleg finds itself wedged between your thighs, brushing up against your tingling folds. You begin to whimper from the pressure against your nerves, and Spitfire takes notice. Giving your mouth a final peck, she slides her face down your chest, shifting herself downwards so her foreleg can properly reach your fissure. With her hoof pressing against the surface of your entrance, Spitfire presses her mouth into your belly, peppering your soft skin with gentle kisses. As she presses into your clitoris, you feel your legs clench as the feeling in your loins quickly begins to build, rapidly pushing up to a peak...

“Sh, sh, shhhh, settle…” Spitfire murmurs after pulling her hoof away, and gently stroking your arm. “What’s your hurry? We’ve got the whole night to ourselves.” Your body is shaking from being so close to orgasm. Now Spitfire’s treating you gingerly, and letting your body cool down, in the slowest and most agonizing way possible.

“Ready for the next step?” Spitfire asks, placing a kiss on the top of your hand. You hastily nod your head, as she slips her hooves across your inner thighs and keeps them spread apart. The Wonderbolt captain dips her head down and pushes her tongue into your pussy again, drinking up your fluids. This time, she’s able to press her nose into your nub a bit as she rubs her hoof against your inner thigh. She takes a deep breath through her nostrils, inhaling the scent of your arousal, and her orange wings instantly flare up.

You in turn begin to moan out loud as your arms hang back behind you, one draped over the other. Each press of her tongue into your caverns sends an enticing pulse through your body, from your loins all the way up to your head. Your body feels the need to close its legs together, but Spitfire has her hooves pressed against them to protect her head. You look down past your chest towards the pegasus with her muzzle buried in your loins. She looks up at you a moment to make eye contact, then pulls her head back just slightly enough to expose some of her tongue. She dives back in, pulling her lips up and wrapping them around your clit as she begins to gently suck around the tiny nub. The sudden pressure causes your legs to shiver, as you arch your back and bring your hips slightly upward, feeling a pulse of arousal course through your body. Spitfire does well to keep her head mouth right on your button even as you writhe, making sure to keep the pressure on until you’ve reached a finish.

Spitfire pulls her head up from your lap, and licks her lips. She places her hoof on your tummy and rubs in circles as you continue to writhe against the bed. “Mm, you’re a little firecracker,” she murmurs, as she looks up at you. “ I just love lighting you up and watching you burst. Think you’re ready for one more?” You smile and nod. Spitfire pushes your leg up and slips her hindleg underneath. Her other leg reaches over your stomach, as she mashes her pony vagina against your own. The sensation of feeling your bodies connect makes your heart flutter. She has her teeth clenched as she’s bucking into you, putting everything she has into driving you home. You can feel from how wet and warm she is that her pleasuring you has built her up all over again, just as much as she had been in the tub. Her cheeks are red and she’s trying to hold herself back from giving in before you do.

“Yeah, yeah come on babe, I know you want it so bad. Almost there, you’re gonna love it so much… come on…” Her chants almost sound like she’s pleading as she continues.

You brace yourself up on your hands so the two of you can stare at each other. Spitfire’s concentrating hard on rubbing her lower lips against yours. Your excited juices mingle together as you embrace and feel the heat emanating from each others bodies. Her determined blushing face makes your arousal spike for the final time as you scream out, and your arms give way. With your head lying against the end of the mattress, your hips push out and along with a surge that shoots from your loins and spreads through your chest, you feel yourself squirt the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life. You hear Spitfire sigh out as a bit of wetness washes over your lower lips. Spitfire pulls herself up and crawls over to you, lifting your upper body up in her foreleg as she kisses your trembling mouth. You lean forward and collapse on top of her as she brushes her hoof against your damp back.

“Heh… that’s quite a performance we put on, don’t you think?” she asks you. You smile and shake your head at her jests before you lean against her shoulder, hardly able to stay awake. “You know… I think I could get used to this.” you hear her say before you drift off to sleep.

Author's Note

I know most of you were wanting Fluttershy; hang tight, she's on her way, I promise! But I wanted to switch it up for once, and submit a story to be enjoyed by the female cloppers who wish they had a pony lover (yes, they exist, and no they don't live in the pots of gold at the end of a rainbow.
Hopefully you all enjoyed this, a big wonderful thank you to Yumberduddle for the pointers she was able to offer me. Keep on cloppin'!

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With Fluttershy

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Fluttershy

You sit back on the small sofa and watch the yellow pegasus make a final wrap around the splint across your leg. She pulls with her teeth to sever the medical tape, and runs a hoof across to ensure that it’s secure around your limb, but still loose enough to allow proper circulation. “Does that feel okay?” she asks anxiously. “I think it should be fine, but I’ve never worked on a leg like yours before. If you need me to do it again, I can!” You shake your head and tell her it feels just fine, and she offers you a timid smile. You turn your head to Twilight, and see she has a look of disappointment on her face.

“Oh, this is awful.” She wails, seeing you splayed out on Fluttershy’s sofa with your injury. “Are you sure that you can’t put any weight on that foot?”

“I don’t think he should.” Fluttershy replies in your place. “From what I could feel, it’s not broken, but seeing how he hit the ground so hard and how bruised his skin looked, I’m sure he twisted it. He needs to stay off of it for at least a day, especially if you two are going… into the forest.” Fluttershy winces as she says the last word.

“She’s right.” Twilight admits disappointedly. “Me and my friends have ventured into the Everfree Forest plenty of times, and we know how to take care of ourselves. But you have no idea what’s in there, and if we had to make a run for it, you’d be helpless if you’re still in a splint.” You wave your hand and tell her that it’s not a big deal; you’re in no hurry to get back home. You’re fine to wait until tomorrow to try again. “Alright, I suppose it’s for the best. Fluttershy, anything I can do to help?”

Fluttershy closes her eyes and nods. “Thank you Twilight, but I think I have everything I need here.”

“Well then, I guess I’m headed back to the library then. I can at least try to research more on other world occurrences in the meantime. See you tomorrow!” She flashes a smile and turns toward the door as you wave goodbye to her. Once the unicorn is gone, Fluttershy turns back to you, her silky pink mane swishing a bit as she turns.

“Um, are you comfortable there?” she asks timidly. You’re about to tell her you’re fine, when she lifts off of the ground, her yellow wings keeping her aloft in the air. “Oh, let me get you a pillow. You need proper support if you’re going to be lying there for today.” Fluttershy darts out of your sight and you feel your head being pushed up, a soft pillow being placed underneath you. You lay your head back and revel in the cushion against the arm of the sofa. “Hm, but what if you get cold? I should get you a blanket!” before you can object, again she flies away. You look up a few seconds later and see a small pink sheet being draped over your body. The fabric feels nice and smooth against your skin, but you think to yourself that at this point in the day it feels a bit toasty. “You look thirsty. Would you like me to make you some tea?” You open your mouth to tell her that you’re fine, and then roll your eyes as she scampers off. She returns quickly with a cup of hot tea and a lemon wedge, surprising you with how quick she was at preparing that. “Oh, you look like you could use some-!”

You toss up your hand and call her name out, stopping her in her tracks as she’s about to leave again. You explain that she doesn’t need to go to any more trouble for you; you’re okay the way you are. Fluttershy grins nervously. “R-right… sorry.” She sits on her haunches and looks to you. “I just feel guilty about how this happened. My Angel is the one who pushed you off of my bridge. That means it’s my fault you can’t go into the forest today.” You shake your head and tell her that you’re not surprised that he saw you as a threat. You remind her about when she first saw you in Twilight’s library, and that your appearance alone was enough to make her shriek, and dart up the stairs to Twilight’s bedroom. For a pegasus who claims to be a weak flyer, she can move through the air pretty fast when she’s scared. A grimace appears on her face as she remembers. You tell her that you don’t blame her in the slightest. “Thank you. In any case, Angel is taking a time out in my room for now, so he won’t be bothering you while you’re here.” Fluttershy offers you a reassuring smile as you reach down and take a sip of the tea she prepared for you. “I’ll check on you in a little while. It’s time for me to feed my friends.”

Fluttershy steps away from you and stands on the rug at the center of the room. She clicks her tongue softly, and a crowd of squirrels and mice, scurry from the corners and walls of her cottage towards her, along with a flock of colorful birds who swoop from their houses above the floor. They all eagerly look up at her as she greets them. Fluttershy holds a hoof out towards them, instructing them to wait as she prepares their food. In a few minutes, the pegasus has arranged several different bowls in various spots across the floor, and placed a helping of birdseed or nuts and acorns in each, as well as a bowl of chopped carrots. The animals hurriedly scamper across the floor, eager to dive in and devour their meals.

“Ahem.” Fluttershy clears her throat, and every animal stops dead in its tracks before diving in to their feed. They all turn their heads and look at Fluttershy, their gaze unmoving from her. Her green-blue eyes scan the room and confirm that all of the animals are fixated on her. She smiles politely and nods her head, and the animals quickly proceed to feed on their meals. With her animal friends eating, Fluttershy steps into her kitchen and emerges a moment later with a small bowl of lettuce, cabbage and carrots on her back and cradled by her outstretched wings. “I’m taking this up to Angel. After he eats, I might bring him back downstairs if he can behave himself.” She explains, before travelling up the stairs to her room.

After a few minutes, you feel something crawling up your leg, the one that isn’t in a cast. You look down and see a tiny squirrel moving across your leg on all fours. When you look down at her, she sits back on her haunches to stare back at you, tilting her head in curiosity. You offer a smile and wave to her slightly. The squirrel scampers up your leg a bit, its nose twitching as she looks at you, possibly trying to figure out what you are. You’re surprised at how brave this little creature is, and wonder if you might be able to touch it. You gingerly reach a finger out, mere inches away from its fuzzy head. Suddenly, a much larger squirrel scurries across the top of the couch and jumps down to snatch the smaller rodent up in her teeth by the neck, carrying her away from you. Apparently, her mother thinks you’re a threat, and doesn’t want her child playing around with some strange creature.

Fluttershy returns as you see the squirrels disappear, most of the animals in the room finished with their meal or licking their bowls of any crumbs that might be left. The bowl on her back is gone, and Angel doesn’t seem to be near her.

“Um, Angel was so unhappy with being in time out that he decided to throw my books across the room. So… he’s going to eat upstairs by himself, and probably spend the rest of the night up there.” Fluttershy smiles uncomfortably, obviously not liking to punish her closest companion so. Fluttershy sits on her rump and breaths out, a bit of fatigue catching up with her from taking care of you and her animals. “Are you sure that you’re okay there? You’re probably so bored all cooped up here in my cottage. Is there anything I can get to keep you occupied?”

You’re about to tell her not to worry when you take a good look at her. You notice that her mane has been strung out and lost its composure, most likely from all the running around she’s been doing in such a short time. You ask her if you can brush her mane for her.

“You… want to brush me?” She asks hesitantly. You nod, asking if that’s okay. “Oh, of course it’s okay. I just didn’t think that would be very interesting for you.” You assure her that it would be plenty entertaining to put such a pretty mane back to its proper state. “T-thank you.” She replies, her face turning red. She quickly runs back upstairs, a bit of a commotion and thumping against the walls coming from above, before she returns again with a brush in her mouth. You take the brush from her, and invite her to sit on your lap as you hoist yourself to sit upright. Fluttershy hesitantly brings her hoof across your leg, and steps up, swinging her backside around towards you. You politely turn your eyes up towards the ceiling, until you feel a bit of a weight on your lap. Once she’s settled, you look back down and run your palm across the top of her mane, patting it down against her back. You run the brush against her hair, letting the bristles gently move her mane from its frazzled state and back into its dignified swirl.

“Mm, thank you so much.” Fluttershy utters. You see her shoulders raise up a bit as you’re brushing her, and a large yawn escapes her throat. “Oh goodness. I didn’t realize how tired I was until just now.” You ask her if she wants to go to bed. “No no, it’s too early. I think I’m… okay… hmm” Fluttershy’s head begins to dip down, and you slow your strokes of the brush so that it’s merely hovering over her hair. Fluttershy’s front hooves begin to move down your thighs, and she crosses one over the other. She gives out another yawn before resting her chin on her legs. She hums a bit as you rub your hand across her mane, until she’s fast asleep. You feel your own eyes getting heavy as you’re petting the pegasus asleep on your legs. You’re not going anywhere for a while, so you lay the side of your head against the couch, letting yourself drift off for a nap.

You begin to feel a sort of pressure on your uncovered leg, stirring you from your sleep. It’s soft, but firm, and it’s also warm, and… a bit wet. Your eyes open softly and you blink a few times, your mind trying to focus and reboot from its sleep. You see the quiet state of the cottage and remember that you’re here in Equestria, trying to find a way back home (or just looking for the possibility, you still haven’t decided if you want to go back or not). You’re here in Fluttershy’s cottage after you took a rather nasty fall- Fluttershy… where is Fluttershy again? You feel another push against your leg and receive your answer. Fluttershy is still asleep against your leg, her head on its side and lying against your leg. Her legs are wrapped tightly around your own. Her lower back seems to be stirring a bit slowly, grinding against your leg. You can see from her lifted tail that her yellow vaginal lips are flexing and slightly damp as she presses against you. There’s a sweet but strong smell hanging in the air, most likely the aroma her body is creating in its aroused state. You can feel a growing tightness down below your waist as your erection swells and presses against your restrictive pants. Fluttershy hums as she sleeps, still unintelligibly rubbing herself against you. You gulp and move your hand to her back, hesitantly tapping her as you whisper her name. Her yellow ears flick, but she remains asleep. You clear your throat and call her again, raising your volume a bit. Her face tightens as you poke her and talk to her, and she lets out a yawn as she picks herself up and stretches her head out. She looks back at you with a smile and her eyes half open, until she looks down at your legs and sees a wet spot on your thigh.

“Eep!” Fluttershy’s eyes flash open and her expression turns to one of horror. She jumps into the air, her wings keeping her afloat as she holds her hooves to her face and looks back at you, her hindlegs squeezed together tight. She zips out of the room. Before you can call out to her, she’s back with a towel and padding the spot where she left her secretions on you. “I am so so sorry!” she wails, keeping the towel pressed against your leg, her cheeks beet red and her eyes frantic with worry. “I don’t know what came over me! I don’t even know what I was dreaming about, it- it must have been very lewd. I just felt so comfy and toasty, my body must have just… I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!”

You shake your head and tell her that it’s okay, and these things happen to everyone. Fluttershy hangs her head, her eyes darting to and from you as she’s struggling with her composure. “I don’t like to admit it to anypony, but I have a lot of pent up urges. And I can never act on them, because it’s so hard for me to talk to anypony else. My friends always tell me I’m pretty, and I knew I was after I spent some time modeling, but… there’s still a part of me that thinks that I’m not good enough for anypony. That they’ll think I’m strange for asking anything of them” She leans her forehead against your leg and sighs in frustration. “No matter how hard I try, I just can’t be as assertive as I want to be.”

As you look upon her, you reach your hand out and run the back of your fingers against her smooth pink mane. She looks up at you again, and you offer her a warm smile. You say that if she’s going to become more assertive, she needs to put in some time to practice. “How would I do that?” she asks. You say that you’d be willing to let her practice on you. She should ask you for something, whatever is on her mind. “But, it’s… it’s embarrassing.” You reassure her that you would never make fun of her for something that was important, because she’s important to you as well. “O-okay… well.” Fluttershy clears her throat, sitting up as you take your hand away from her hair. She raises her head and puffs her chest out a bit as she looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Will you… um…” Fluttershy pulls her head down again, her forelegs stirring as she searches for the words. “Would you… hold me?”

You fight the urge to chuckle at how adorable her timid nature is. She’s trying hard, and you need to be encouraging. You nod politely and pat your chest, beckoning her. Fluttershy steps towards you delicately, lifting her foreleg up on your chest. You reach down and lift under her, pulling her up the sofa and onto your lap. You gingerly hold her back against your chest, with your arm against her yellow coat and underneath her forelegs. Fluttershy rests her head underneath your chin, enjoying your embrace as you run your thumb across the top of her foreleg.

“If you don’t mind…” she begins hesitantly. “Do you think you could… rub my tummy?” You draw your open hand across her leg and down her front, rubbing your palm against the soft fur of her yellow coat. You hear her coo while you brush her, keeping your hand just between her chest and her stomach. Her right hindleg raises a bit in the air and twitches.

“Mm… um, could you go lower, if you don’t mind?” She asks as you stroke her. You gradually trek your hand downwards, feeling an elevation with the peak of her slightly round belly. You hear her giggle as she raises her forelegs up to her mouth in glee. “Um… lower… please.” Your hand ventures further down, sliding across a part of her body with much less hair than the rest of her. You feel smooth flesh as your hand brushes against two mounds on either side, eliciting a sudden gasp from Fluttershy. Realizing those must have been her teats, you quickly apologize.

“Oh no, it’s fine.” Fluttershy says enthusiastically. “I don’t mind you touching them-“ Fluttershy’s eyes widen as she processes what just escaped her mouth. You smile and humorously say that you couldn’t hear her. You ask her to repeat herself, while your finger runs teasingly up and down her belly, between those two soft mounds. “I…” Fluttershy clears her throat softly, her yellow wings beginning to twitch outwards a bit. “I w-want you to hold them… my, um, t-tits. Get a nice big ho- handful.” Your finger traces the round orb of flesh on her right, and proceeds to run up the surface, seeking out her nipple. You feel your finger brush across its rigid surface, and you position your hand so your palm is facing downwards, centered over her nipple. Your fingers lope around her breast, and you constrict your hand to give her a firm grope.

“Mmm…” Fluttershy’s voice rises in pitch as she hums, and her wings push out, the one on her right a bit pushed up against the back of the sofa. You release your grip, and run your thumb and index finger up her flesh, working them around her nipple and tweaking it a bit. “Ahh! Mm! Ooh…” Fluttershy turns her head and lies against your chest as she writhes against your body. You look downwards and see her tilt her head up. She extends her tongue and begins to lap at your chin, her eyes glazed in ecstasy. Her soft wet tongue against your skin makes your body heat rise, along with the swelling mass in your pants. Your hand treks upwards again, rubbing against her tummy to let the rising tension in her body reach a nice medium. You pull your hand back down and tend to her teats again, and she pants lustfully against your face.

“Nngh… you should go lower.” She says to you in a seductive whisper. Before you can move it yourself, you feel her hoof move along the top of your hand and guide you downwards. You find your hand being pressed in between the warmth of her hindlegs. She closes her legs around your arm, snuggling your touch against her wet pulsing lips as she beams up at you and bats her eyelashes. “Mm… y-you’re liking this, aren’t you…?” she asks, forcing some sensuality in her tone. “You like putting your hand against my, um, pussy?” You disguise the fact that you’re biting your tongue to keep from laughing by flashing an admiring grin. You curl your fingers inwards, tickling against her wet flesh. “Mmmm!” she purrs, turning her head back up, and leaning back against you. You can feel her squirming in your lap as you stroke her pulsing lips up and down, driving her crazy. You work to keep your unoccupied arm wrapped around her chest and over her outstretched wing. You lean your head down and nibble at her ear, just as you slip your fingers into her soaking passage, moving them smoothly in and out of her. “Ahhh! Ohh, ohhh!” Fluttershy raises her hips up a moment, pushing her waist towards the ceiling as she revels in your touch. Your arm around her chest holds her close, coaxing her back down as her body trembles all the while. Her eyes are shut tight as her lips tremble. You can only imagine how much pressure her body has built up at this point. You slip your fingers out of her and trace them upwards a bit. It doesn’t take long for you to locate her clitoris, pulsing wildly as she’s slipping closer and closer to her climax. You run the flat of your two fingers against her large nub, tickling the surface and then pressing it firmly against her body. As you press against her, you feel Fluttershy’s body tense up and press back against you with great force.

“Ahhh… ahh, ah-ah-ah… eeeep~” Your heart melts as you hear an adorable squeal escape Fluttershy’s throat. You release her clitoris and move your fingers down to the sides of her passage, spreading her lips open just as she hits her orgasm. You can see from between her legs a clear fluid jetting out and hitting the other side of the couch as she moans, her legs shaking wildly following her discharge. “Ohhh… mmm…” Fluttershy leans her head back and writhes against your chest, riding out the overwhelming sensation her orgasm has given her. You move your wet fingers away from her soaking lips and up the sides of her barrel. The pegasus struggles to pick herself up, shaking as she turns herself over so her chest is above yours. She places her forelegs on your shoulders and moves her face in to kiss you on the lips. Your hand rests on her back, which arches a bit, then lowers so that she’s properly resting on top of you. You continue to pat her body, as she’s still trembling a bit. She pulls her head back from the kiss and rubs her nose sweetly against yours.

“Oh my goodness!” she says blissfully. “I’ve never had one that strong before. Mm… my whole body’s so sensitive right now~” You grin and run your finger across her wings, which had just begun to contract back to her body. Fluttershy’s form convulses as she giggles, and her wings go rigid once again. She begins to rub the side of her head against your chest, purring as you rub your hands against her shoulders and make her swoon.

“Oooh…gosh, it felt so good!” Fluttershy repeats. You see her squeeze her hindlegs together as she writhes on top of you. You stroke her mane near her ear, and ask in a whisper if she would like another one, if she enjoyed it so much? Her mouth opens wide in excitement. “Are- are you sure you don’t mind??” she asks overjoyed. You tell her of course not; that it’s the least you could do in return for her being so hospitable to you. “Okay! But, let’s do something differently this time.” Fluttershy picks herself up off of your body, her legs still shaking slightly, and turns herself around. You take in an eyeful of her rump, her yellow mare lips still soaked in the evidence of her recent orgasm. You feel a bit of a tug on the front of your jeans as you hear a small clink, followed by the sound of your zipper being pulled down over your swelling erection. Fluttershy releases the zipper from her teeth once its reached the bottom of your pants. Her hoof pokes at your length, pushing aside the opening in your underwear until your erection breaks free and pulses hard, being able to finally breathe outside of its humid confines. “There we go. I could feel you poking up against my leg the whole time. Now I want to help give you that same wonderful feeling you gave me. Doesn’t that sound nice?” she asks, looking back at you and giving her butt a wiggle in your face. She turns herself back around to face you, her hooves lightly prancing across your body, until her lower body hovers over your length. Biting her bottom lip, she gingerly lowers herself down, and you feel her wet passage rub against the head of your mass before it quickly jumps back up. “Ooh!” she squeals, tilting her head back. “S-sorry, I’m just… still so sensitive… and a bit nervous. I’ve never had a real penis in me before.” She admits with her cheeks flushing. You reach up and touch her ear, rubbing your thumb against it while you reassure her that she can take her time. She breathes deeply and lowers herself again. Your head pokes against her wet lips, but this time Fluttershy’s face tightens up as she wills herself to stay there. Her body seems to be locking up as she struggles, but in a few seconds she manages to push herself down, her lips slipping over and taking in just the head of your shaft. “Eep!” she shrieks as she takes you in, her eyes wide with shock. You whisper not to worry, that she’s okay. She looks down into your eyes while you slip your palm down her face and caress under her chin. “Nnnngh…” she moans as she slides her lips over your cock, her wings slowly pushing themselves outwards as she descends. Her moist flesh sends out a ripple of excitement through your body, until you bottom out inside of her.

“It-i-i-it’s inside…” she murmurs, an elated smile coming over her face, her eyes wide and shimmering with excitement. “Oh my goodness, it feels so… so nice… hmmm!” Fluttershy shimmies her hips from side to side, trying to get your throbbing erection to probe the inside of her caverns more. You slip your hand around her foreleg, and gently pull her towards you until she has her chest pressed up against yours. With your shaft still enveloped by her pussy, you press your mouth against hers in a tender kiss, which she timidly returns. With your mouths still connected, you feel her face lean to the side as her tiny tongue pokes into your mouth. You open up and let your tongue push until both of your tongues are consorting, exploring, and nearly joining each other in passion. You can feel Fluttershy arching as she’s reveling in the tension building from her stuffed marehood. You want so badly to thrust into her, but you’re getting a strange high from holding her against you and reveling in her excited warmth. As you’re kissing her, you draw your hand around her back, running your fingernails along her yellow coat until you reach just above her pink tail. You feel her entire body shiver as you’re touching her.

Fluttershy eventually breaks the kiss and pushes herself up into a sitting position, placing her forelegs on top of your chest. She closes her eyes and begins to slowly pull her hips up. The feeling of her wet labia constricting against your skin and pulling up drives you wild as you struggle not to let your excitement overwhelm you. She manages to pull up just before your head is exposed, then pushes herself back down to your hips, quick enough to evoke a wet smack against your skin. “Mmm… oh… ooh!” Fluttershy moans as she slowly moves up and down your length, stopping when she reaches the base and wiggling to revel in sensation of having your cock fill her up completely.

“Hee hee” Fluttershy begins to giggle a bit as she moves her hips. “S-sorry, I’m not laughing. It just… it feels so good, i-it really tickles. Mmm!” Fluttershy smiles sweetly, her forelegs raised against her chest submissively and her lips shut tight trying not to laugh. The sight of her over you like that sends out a pulse through your body. She’s so adorable your heart can barely take it, much less your tingling cock inside of her. You lean your head back, trying in vain to stave off your coming climax, until you feel the rush push from your testicles and past the head. You feel the warmth around your length increase as your milky seed fills her up completely, overcoming your own flesh as well while your hips buck up inside of her.

“Ahhhh! Oh, I can feel it! Oooh, it’s so warm, and-and ahhhh~!” Fluttershy closes her eyes and leans her head back. With her mouth wide open she moans out, her entire body shaking. You reach up and run your fingers along her tummy, just before she seizes and her pussy constricts around you, squeezing whatever droplets of cum might still be inside. With a final cry, a wave of fluid surrounds your girth, mixing in with the stickiness of your semen inside of her. Fluttershy’s forelegs are struggling to keep herself up, until you put your hands underneath her and help guide her down, so her head is laying against your chest. She’s still breathing heavily through her nostrils as you rub her cheek, your deflating length still tucked up inside her folds. Her wings are still out, but quickly shrinking back to her sides as she nuzzles against your chest. You put your mouth above her head and whisper that you love her before placing a kiss on her pink mane.

“You too.” She replies, before taking a final breath and falling asleep against your chest.

Author's Note

Thanks so much for being patient with me on this guys. I really enjoy that people are still following this story, and I'm thrilled that I finally have the mane six closed out! When I first decided to do Pinkie Pie's story, I had originally planned to do the mane six and then have that be the end of it, but I think now would be a great time to open the door to pretty much any character now. If I get a lot of requests for a character, I might be pushed into getting it done, so let me know in the comments who you'd like to see! Either suggest a character, or upvote someone else who suggested who you want, either way is fine. Love you guys!

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment with Princess Celestia (Male anon)

Beautiful rays of gold shine down from the clear blue sky, bathing the marvelous city of Canterlot in a comforting blanket of sunlight. The city itself has a very curious location, with it being etched into the colossal mountains at the center of Equestria. Half of the grand towers remain on the mountains. The other half remarkably sees itself hanging off the side of the cliff, overlooking a vast expanse of hills and rivers in the distance. While a large portion of the city is composed of the elitist residents who spend their days enjoying their frivolous and privileged lives, a small section of the city is comprised of Canterlot Castle. That's exactly where you're looking as the train pulls into Canterlot's train station; more specifically, your eyes are locked on the tallest tower of the castle, where two alicorn sisters share their rule over the day and night, as well as Equestria itself.

With a slight jerk, the train makes a complete stop, and the conductor announces their arrival. You make your way off the train, past the ponies who are fumbling with their luggage, and make a beeline towards the castle in the distance. You step through the busy streets of Canterlot, past diners where you can see in the windows esteemed ponies eating the smallest portion of decorative foods on their plates. You smirk as you wonder if you would have to take out a loan to afford whatever they're eating. But you aren't interested in experiencing the daily lives of the elite; you have something even better waiting for you at the castle just in front of you.

Stepping over the small bridge arching the tiny river outside the castle, you come upon a pair of guard stallions standing dutifully on both sides of the castle entrance. Neither of them make eye contact with you as you're standing in front of them. The way they stand like statues makes you nervous. You're wondering if they're waiting for you to make one wrong move, so they can take you to the ground and relieve themselves of the boredom their uneventful watch provides. A moment passes, before the guard to your right, a brown unicorn, speaks.

“State your business or leave.” he orders flatly. You quickly reach into your pocket, fumbling over the scroll that's been tucked away, and promptly unroll it before him. His horn lights up with gray magic as he levitates it from your hands and closer to his face. His eyes scan the parchment as he reads it thoroughly. The parchment floats to the side, and to your surprise, you feel something passing over your ankles. You look down and see the same color of red magic passing up over your legs and moving towards your waist. While the sensation is painless, it's a little uncomfortable for your liking. Thankfully, it dissipates once it passes your cranium.

“He's clean.” The stallion utters, turning towards the guard on your left. “You there, go notify her majesty that her guest has arrived.” Nodding, the other guard steps through the doors, leaving you and the brown coated one alone. “Be patient; it may take several minutes until she's able to receive you.”

Not having the faintest idea how long you'll be waiting, you crouch and sit on the stone ground. The hard surface doesn't feel great on your rear, but it's a little better than standing for who knows how long at this point. You command yourself to wait patiently, but deep inside, you can feel your anxiousness building. You only received this invitation yesterday, but it feels like it's been so much longer. You never dreamed you would be fortunate enough to be granted an audience with a pony so regal and beloved by her subjects. You wonder if you're underdressed as you look down at your dark blue jeans and your red button shirt with its sleeves rolled up, and your plain faded gray t-shirt underneath. You're suddenly wishing that you had taken up Rarity's offer to let her try her hoof at making you a suit for you. It's taking every bit of your willpower not to whine in frustration in front of the stallion, his eyes fixed forward but no doubt keeping you in his peripheral vision.

Several agonizing minutes pass, but a faint sound catches your attention. It almost sounds like wind chimes dancing through the air, but tinier and more numerous than you ever thought possible. You turn your head up and to the side, in the direction of the source of the noise. To your amazement, you can see something descending slowly from the air at an angled curve. It's a collection of glittering cerulean and turquoise magical energy, taking the form of a translucent staircase with rails on either side, making its way towards the ground at a gradual pace.

“Looks like she's ready for you.” The stallion says as you pull yourself off the ground and stand up, passing your hands over your backside to shake away any loose rubble your jeans may hae collected. The staircase forms its final step just inches away from your feet. “Enjoy your time with her.”

You hesitantly lift your foot over the first step, before slowly letting it down and testing its sturdiness. You shift your weight to that foot and find that it indeed holds you just like any other staircase would. You look up and see where exactly the staircase goes, finding that it stretches all the way out and around the tallest tower, circling in such a way that makes it impossible to see the top. You've been looking forward to this since yesterday, but you weren't expecting that you would have to make such a climb for it. You gulp nervously as you see it stretch out over the valley, where even the city itself has no quarter.

Nevertheless, you force yourself to take more steps upward. You've been looking forward to this too much to be daunted by a measly set of stairs! You won't let them stop you, no matter how tall and fragile they look. You keep a steady pace as you walk up their form, past the edges of the city and rounding the curve around the tower.

You've been climbing for several minutes, and though you're in feasible shape, even this amount of steps forces you to stop and catch your breath. You rest your hand on the rail, and look to your left, out towards the valleys that pony hooves have made no attempt to build upon. It truly is a marvelous sight to behold, the sheer beauty every inch of land within the kingdom of Equestria. Your eyes wander down to the flowing rivers, coursing through the hills and through the grounds below.

You make the mistake of following them a little too far, to the point where you're looking at your feet, as well as through the stairs holding them in the air. It doesn't take a particularly bright creature, human pony or otherwise, to understand that you're several stories up in the air. Your belly flops and your knees begin to shake as you contemplate what would happen if the staircase were to disappear at this very moment. Shaking your head, you continue your trek upwards, keeping an extra tight grip on the rail provided.

More time passes, and you've circled around the tallest tower once. You're feeling the burn in your calves, and contemplate resting once again, until you notice something up in front of you. You were beginning to wonder if you would ever see it, but it's finally there: the top and the end of this magical staircase, extending just a bit above and over the balcony etched into the highest point in the city.

She's there. She's waiting for you. She has to be. The burning feeling in your legs seems to disappear, and you push yourself to keep climbing, not feeling tired or even slightly scared of the daunting height you've reached. The promise of what's waiting at the end of your journey seems to have granted you with a renewed vigor to keep climbing onward.

A number of steps later, and you catch the first glimpse of her. The tip of her long white horn points towards the sun, shining down on the land of Equestria. You take another step, and you can see the base of her horn, jutting out from the turquoise hue of her mane, and the golden tiara covering her head. Just a bit of her primary feathers are visible over the edge of the balcony, but you can tell from here that they're flared up as traditional with alicorns such as herself and Luna. Further along, you can finally see her eyes. You find yourself staring into those large pools of magenta, and your heart skips a beat as you see her cheeks rising in a smile from locking eyes with you.

Her chin is visible with another step up, and the benevolence of her face fills your chest with a exhilarating warmth. Her shimmering mane moves behind her head, in a gentle breeze of blue and turquoise, as if a group of invisible hands were constantly gliding through her hair. A golden chest plate rests from her shoulders, complimenting her tiara and making her regalia present to any pony who was fortunate enough to lay eyes on her.

Almost near the top, you can see her tail floating behind her as well. The hair at both ends of her form is so large, it seems as if they're one complete entity when she stands at the right angle. At the bottom of her long, slender legs, her hooves are shielded from the marble balcony by magnificently crafted golden horseshoes. It's been a long journey, but finally being able to look at the figure from head to hooves makes your journey more than worth it already.

Once you've stepped over the rail, Princess Celestia moves towards you at a lenient pace. She stops just half a foot away from you. With Celestia being the tallest pony in the land, her height puts her head level to yours. She slowly lowers her head, and rests her chin on your shoulder.“Hello there.” She speaks to you softly. “I'm so glad that you could join me, and on such a beautiful day as well.” Her voice is tender and soothing, like that of an angel. Each syllable she utters makes you feel more at peace with yourself, and with her. You were hesitant to move at first, but hearing her speak helps ease your fears. You slowly lift your hands and touch her long, graceful neck, and your arms wrap around her in a soft hug. On reaction, her large wings drape down, encompassing you and pulling you in a bit closer.

You close your eyes as you bask in the feeling of hugging Princess Celestia. Her body is warm, soft and reassuring. You take in the soft smell of perfume from behind her ears; it smells like a crisp summer morning, after it rained the night before. Like grass and flowers and morning dew. You feel safe holding the princess, and she seems to take notice. Her wings move a bit behind you, rubbing your back and reminding you that she's more than happy to grant you an audience with her today.

After a moment, Celestia moves her head upwards and you release her. She touches the tip of her horn to your chest. It glows with golden magic, and you find your shirts vanishing off of your body before your eyes. The effect reaches even lower, melting away your pants, your shoes, even your underwear. You find yourself completely naked in front of the princess, and you instinctively cross your legs to cover yourself.

“Please don't be embarrassed.” Celestia asks, still keeping her beautiful magenta eyes on you. “You have a beautiful form, even if it's different from what I and my subjects are accustomed to. It's a shame that your world asks you to cover that up.” With your face still a bit hot, you uncross your legs, and reveal that your penis is beginning to increase in length. “No need to be ashamed of that either; it's okay. I would never get angry at something your body does naturally.” You take a deep breath through your nose, and let it out through your mouth. It still feels a bit strange being naked in front of her, especially with your shaft partly rigid and pointing towards her hooves. Nonetheless, you trust her comforting voice. You can tell she's being honest by the way she keeps her focus on your face with an undeterred smile.

“Please, make yourself comfortable.” Celestia says, moving a wing behind you and prompting you to move forward. In front of you, you can see a large cushion laid out on the marble floor of the balcony. Your bare feet step forward, and you kneel down on its cushy surface once you're close enough. With your hands supporting your upper body, you crawl around on your knees until you reach a spot near the middle. You turn about and sit down, then lay back against it. It feels wonderful against your bare skin, as does the gentle breeze and the magnificent warmth of the sun kissing your exposed body.

As you're laying back, your eyes drift to the princess. Celestia raises her hooves one leg at a time, and gently shakes off her golden horseshoes, leaving them scattered upon the surface of the balcony. With her magic, she unclasps the chest plate hanging from her neck, and lifts the tiara from her head. She shakes her head back and forth slowly, her shimmering mane following her movements, and becoming unfurled. Her hair still retains its glowing beauty and angelic movements, but now it seems to have become untamed from the restraint her crown had placed on it. Though she was hardly wearing anything deemed to be considered “clothing”, now that she's cast aside her accessories, even she seems more naked in front of you. It's a peculiar, yet enchanting sight; one that sends a shiver down your body, and makes your erection throb.

Celestia steps towards the cushion you're laying upon, and you scoot to the side to allow her room to join you. She lowers her body to the soft surface, and tucks her hindlegs underneath her form, breathing out a comfortable sigh.

“Now then,” the princess says, turning to look at you earnestly. “Tell me about yourself.” You ask what she would like to know. “Everything. I want to know you, completely. Tell me all that you feel comfortable sharing about yourself.”

It's something that you have difficulty forming a response to, but Celestia is willing to give you time to think it out. You decide to keep the air pleasant, and focus on the good things about yourself, even though there are days when you feel there's hardly anything worth mentioning.

You begin to share the small achievements in your life: small things, like awards you've won in school, or social events your family dragged you to. Accomplishments at work, or fun activities with friends. Things you're working on in the privacy of your home, stuff that you hope you can pursue in a career one day, but for now only serves as a hobby.

Each quality you share makes Celestia's eyes shine, and her mouth remains fixed in a joyful smile. “Oh, that's wonderful!” she'll sometimes say. “Ooh, that's very impressive. What is that exactly? Tell me more about that.”

For several minutes, you're telling her everything that comes to mind, and for a moment her responses help stimulate your self-image.

“That all sounds very impressive,” Celestia tells you. And to your surprise, you actually agree with her: the things you've told her make you feel unusually impressed with yourself. “So, if all of that is true... then why do I feel that you're holding onto such pain deep down?”

She's right; you feel your chest tighten as you know that you have plenty of days when it's hard to find a reason to smile; more days than you're comfortable with. You mention something from your past that makes you upset. Celestia winces momentarily, and you apologize, holding back from telling her more as you turn your head away.

“No, please don't hide away from me.” Celestia urges you, rocking herself a bit closer, and extending a wing over your bare shoulder. “I said I want to know everything about you. That includes the things that might not make you smile.” You look up at her a moment to see her eyes still on you, a serious look implanted on her face. It's as if her very existence depends on you sharing yourself with her, and she'll just die if you shut her out.

Though it makes your heart heavy, you begin to confess to the princess the thoughts that have troubled you for most of your life. You begin to share the hardships you've faced; opportunities missed, friendships lost, people you love who have passed away. The constant fear you struggle with as you tumble blindly through life, seemingly without any direction. The worry that you might not ever amount to anything despite your efforts. You find your hands squeezing upon themselves as you share the intimacies about yourself, things you've known all along but makes your eyes sting to say out loud.

Celestia hardly speaks at all, only apologizing respectfully from time to time. Otherwise, she's listening to you attentively, her wing brushing softly against your back.

“If you need to cry, you may.” Celestia informs you comfortingly. You force an inward breath trough your nose, and shake your head. “I promise it won't bother me. Even a princess needs to from time to time.” She smiles when you ask her if she's serious. “Of course I do. Being a princess of a nation comes with its own share of headaches and woes. I would be lying if I said I didn't break down from time to time.”

With your vision getting blurry, you lower your head to Celestia's shoulder and you begin to sob. You hardly even speak anymore, with your throat busy making noises of sorrow. Her neck lowers, and her chin rests against the back of your neck. You sniff through your nostrils, and take in more of that wonderful sunshine aroma of hers. One arm rests over her neck, and the other hand holds her hoof tightly. She seems unphased by your grip, and sits firmly to offer you comfort. After a few minutes, your sobbing dies down, and you begin to breathe. Though your face is puffy from sobbing, you manage to compose yourself.

“Would you like to hear my thoughts?” Celestia asks, lifting her head to face you as you wipe underneath your eyes. You nod slowly in the affirmative.“I think you have a beautiful soul underneath the pain you've been carrying. I think you are a smart, kind, and talented individual. You may not think it yourself, and you might even be tempted to act in a way that contradicts it on your worst days, but I see something wonderful underneath that weakness.” One of her wings moves to your face, and her feathers rubs against your cheek to wipe some tears away. “If you allow yourself to believe it, to believe me... then you might just find that you're worth more than you give yourself credit for.” Celestia's wing pulls away from your puffy cheek, and she looks into your eyes earnestly. “Do you think you could try that for me, my dear?”

You stay silent for a moment, letting Celestia's words sink in. You blink rapidly and a weary smile spans across your face as you nod, before you lay the side of your head against her neck, and voice your agreement to her. The warmth her soft white coat provides is rivaled only by the sunlight shining from the sky along your back.

Silence hangs between you two for the longest time. You have a question burning on your mind, but with you laying naked next to her after you've bared your soul to her, you wonder if it's asking too much. But if there's one thing the princess has proved to you today, it's that she doesn't want you to hold anything back from her. Even if she says no, you tell yourself that she won't throw you off the balcony for asking a simple question.

You murmur softly, asking if you can kiss her.

You find yourself unable to look at Celestia directly as you hear her giggle. Her hoof reaches to your face, and tilts your chin upwards.

“Only if I can kiss you back” she says softly, her long elegant eyelashes fluttering as she bashes them at you.

Her reply is more receptive than you expected, and it catches you off guard a moment. It takes Celestia lowering her face to you and pursing her lips in anticipation to break you from your temporary daze. You take a deep breath and push yourself to move your face forward. Your eyes are scanning all of her facial details as you're moving closer to her: her flawless white coat. Her long thin eyelashes. Her delicate maw, with her luscious full lips.

Wow, she's really pretty. You find yourself thinking. You're so enraptured by her beauty up close, that your head seems to have forgotten how to move forward.

“Oh dear, you're certainly a shy one.” She says in a sing-song voice, rubbing your chin with her hoof. “Don't be hesitant, sweetheart; I promise I won't bite.”

You regain yourself and press forward, closer to her face. Your nose touches the end of her muzzle, and you tilt your head back just slightly to move your mouth forward.

And then you feel it. The soft, fleshy comfort of Celestia's lips pressed up against yours, unmoving but still pleasant to the touch. She delightfully hums into your mouth as you're touching her. With your eyes closed, you feel yourself melt into the kiss, and find yourself entranced in place where you are. Eventually, you pull yourself away, and look at the alicorn in front of you, who's slowly opening her eyes to stare back at you, with a bit of a sly smile on her lips.

You realize suddenly that you just kissed the princess of Equestria. You've not even been in the country a week, and you've kissed the highest authority in the land, the most beautiful, enchanting mare that exists as far as you and the rest of the nation is aware. And she seems more than happy that you've done so.

While you stay rigid with a warm and red face, you don't register that Celestia's moving towards you this time, until she plants her lips on yours. This time, her mouth opens just slightly, and you can feel her tongue poking out against your lips. You open your mouth, and push your tongue forward to meet hers. They mingle lightly with one another, as you tilt your head sideways and lock lips with her. You gently move your body forward, and find Celestia laying back against the comforter, allowing you to lay your chest on top of her. Feeling her tongue wiggle against yours, your anxiousness begins to die down quickly. You find the strength to move your arm up her body and stroke underneath her foreleg, moving gently all the way down, stroking her coat until you reach her hoof.

“Mm...” Celestia hums as you touch her, writhing underneath you in an alluring manner. Your hand moves back up her foreleg, tracing your fingers down her chest, and over the side of her tummy. She thrashes once and laughs rather loudly as she breaks your kiss.

“Oooohhh! Ooh, my that tickles!” She says, her upper body shaking a bit. You can feel your erection, which had grown soft from your previous emotional outpour, returning with an increased vigor. You ask Celestia if she's alright, and she nods. You ask her if she wants you to keep going. Again, she nods eagerly, not even a smidgen of hesitation in her reply. “Just, be slow, and gentle. I'm very ticklish.”

Decreasing your pace, you drag your hand down across her belly, watching as she squirms in joy from your touch. You feel a smaller roundness under her stomach, with a pointy flesh poking out. You look down a moment, and confirm that you've found her left teat, with her nipple standing on end in the center. With your palm over her nipple, you give her breast a firm squeeze, drawing a loud gasp from your princess.

“Tss- ahh!” Celestia moans as you squeeze her, drawing your fingers in towards your palm, and then grabbing onto her nipple. Your thumb and finger pinch it lightly, and pull up on it to stretch her flesh a bit. The touch draws an even higher moan from her, as she instinctively pushes her belly upwards.

As you're playing with the princess, you can hear a very light wet smacking sound coming from underneath her. You look down, past your erection pointing right at her, and see her fat mare vulva winking in rhythm, its sopping lips smacking against each other with each pulse. Every time they open, you can see her round, fleshy clitoris, swollen with her arousal, poking out towards you. You trickle your fingers down from her breast and across her inner thigh, making her snicker in response.

“Mm, what a little tease you are.” She coos, her bottom wiggling excitedly as you draw closer to her opening slit. You reach the bottom of it, right above her pronounced anus, and trace your finger up the surface. Celestia draws a sharp intake of air, but keeps herself from moaning out loud. Instead, she closes her eyes while her mouth is clamped shut. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you press your fingers flat up against her winking snatch, and rub it back and forth. With each press, you work your way up to her enlarged clitoris. You press the tips of your two fingers against the round, fleshy surface and push into her body. Celestia lets out a pleasurable scream as her body contracts, and her head lays back. Her mouth hangs open as she continuously moans, while you rub her clitoris in a clockwise direction. Seeing the princess in such an aroused state sends a lovely tingle down your chest, making your testicles pull up and your erection throb strongly.

Celestia's chest rises up and down, while the sounds escaping her throat sound heavenly and glorious, like she's singing her heart out for a concert with only you as her audience. It's a challenge to keep up with her movements as she's becoming more and more aroused, but you're more than happy to push yourself to match her. The sight of her pussy excreting more and more of her aroused fluids pushes you to keep going, and reinforces that you're doing a superb job of pleasing her.

“Haaah-haaah-h-h-hold just a moment, dear,” She suddenly says, lifting her head up. You immediately pull your hand away as she's moving upwards, grunting as she rolls herself forward off of the comforter and moving to stand. With some effort, she's able to stand on all fours, with the dock of her sparkling, wafting tail lifted upwards. You've heard rumors that Celestia had quite a large posterior, from her love of bakery sweets, but looking at it now proves them false. While it certainly isn't small and bony, it's magnificently toned and wonderfully round, about as big as any mares rump. However, due to the size of her body and length of her legs, it actually appears smaller in proportion to the rest of her. Her arousal has forced her firm cheeks to spread open slightly, fully displaying to you her pronounced anus and her still winking mare pussy as she's standing in front of you.

“Like this” she pants to you, her forelegs comfortable but trembling ever so slightly. “It feels more natural, in a way.”

Looking at Celestia now, you realize how much this new position contrasts with her previous one. Laying on her back with her legs spread out, and her forelegs free, made it seem as if you were lying with a human. In this new position, you're reminded that your partner is equine through and through, her posture reminiscent of a more feral horse, the ones that lack sentience back home. You feel a bit uneasy about going at her now with that thought at the back of your mind, until your eyes meet her face.

Celestia looks at you with shimmering eyes. You can see her chest moving up and down as she breathes. She bites her bottom lip and whines a bit as she closes her eyes, another surge of arousal coursing through her. The surge reaches her haunches and makes her lips begin to wink once again, and her rear wiggles in anticipation of your length inside of her. The sunlight shines through her wafting hair and casts a benevolent glow around her head, making her seem more omnipotent than ever.

With her longing face breaking down the final walls of anticipation, you step forward and rest your left hand on Celestia's back, your right on her butt cheek. She jumps a bit as you give it a firm squeeze, and then poke the head of your swelling cock against the surface of her cavern. Unlike all the other ponies in Equestria, Celestia's height on all fours lines her rear up perfectly with your groin when you're standing.

You don't have the heart to make her beg, so being a gentleman, you push right in. Celestia's voice sings out as you enter her, and the muscles of her inner walls grip onto your shaft once you bottom out, and your hips touch her rump. Celestia pushes herself back against you, wanting to feel you even just an inch deeper inside. You pull back, far enough before you begin to see the pink of your shaft, and then slide back in. Keeping your feet glued to the ground, you work your hips back and forth, with enough force to slap against her posterior with each motion. You can feel your heart rate elevating as you move, and hear Celestia murmuring as she breathes.

“Aaaah! It feels so good! Ohhh!” As you're moving in and out of her, you lightly graze your fingernails across the white hairs of her sizable rump. “Mmmm, that feels nice. You're such a sweetheart...” When you bottom out in her again, you keep your hips against her. She wiggles her rear back and forth as you're buried inside, and continue to scratch her butt. Hearing her sweet little whines makes your length throb inside of her, making her walls pull it in respectively.

“Mm, you want to cum, don't you?” You keep silent, still trying to please her as best you can. “Ah ah ah, don't lie to me now. I know you want to cum inside of me. Staying at Twilight's hasn't allowed you much freedom to give yourself release. You want to fill me up with that load you've been keeping to yourself for days, don't you?” You ask her if she wants to cum as well. “Oh, don't worry about me, dear; I don't need to finish to enjoy myself. I just love feeling a nice, warm mess fill me up.” Just thinking about what she's saying sends shivers down your chest, and into your testes. “Feeling it slip out, and drip down my thighs...” Again, the vision fills your mind, and you feel a mighty pulse spread throughout your groin.

Holding onto her flanks, you quickly rear yourself in and out of her in succession, trying to stave off your building climax as much as you can. Celestia continues to taunt you, partly moaning from the force of your thrusts. With you on your last legs, you push yourself into her once again.

You feel the surge rocket up your length and spurt out of the opening. It pools into the space left in Celestia's caverns and encompasses your throbbing shaft. You pull back a moment, slipping away even easier with your cum-laced erection, and another surge hits you as you empty it out inside her. You bury yourself in her once more, and lean forward as you lay your chest onto her rear. Celestia looks over her shoulder to gaze at you, her mouth open and gasping for breath. You smile at her, and use your right hand to pat her bottom. She grins and shakes her rump a bit, before you pull out, and slump down on your back to the comforter.

Celestia remains standing as you keep your eyes on her rear. Just as she said, your cum begins to seep out of her after her vagina gives another wink. The white fluid dribbles out of her lips, and rolls down the hairs of her thighs, stopping just at her knees. Another wink, and a strand of it drips straight down, onto the marble balcony.

“Ooh... how much were you holding back?” Celestia asks rhetorically, before she turns to face you. With her shimmering tail still raised, she lowers her body to your level, and leans in to kiss the side of your face. The nerves of your body are still sensitive, and the gentle contact she's giving you makes you giggle and your entire form contracts. She moves her lips to your ear and down to your neck, dragging her tongue across your skin as she moves, making you gasp. The sudden rush makes your groin jolt again, and you instinctively force another bit of cum to form on the head of your shaft.

The princess brings her head back up to you, and kisses your lips gingerly. Her hoof rubs your chest, as you're squirming in ecstasy underneath her. She lowers a wing to serve as a blanket over you and scoots in next to you as you drift away from consciousness for a moment.

You're only out for a few minutes before you open your eyes again, the sun's position in the sky confirming that you haven't lost too much time from your nap. With her wing still draped over your front, Celestia leans in and nuzzles the top of your head.

“Do you feel better, my dear?” Celestia asks, as she withdraws her wing. You sit upright, and stretch your limbs out. You realize that you feel great; better than you've felt in a long long time. You feel confident, you feel relaxed, and most important of all, you feel loved. Even though you've only known each other for a short time, you know Celestia loves you, as you love her. As she's looking down over you, fully exposed and without a hint of despair, you can see that she honestly cares for you. You raise to your knees and wrap your arms around the back of her neck once again, thanking her for the gift she's given you, and tell her how wonderful she is.

“Oh, you're so polite dear. You're very welcome.” Celestia's wings squeeze you gently, then let go. “I suppose it's getting close to the time that I should let you climb back down, but before you go...” The alicorn stands up from the comforter and walks forward, pointing her rump towards you, with your cum still plastered onto the back of her legs. “Do you think you could clean me up? It wouldn't really be acceptable for the council to see me in such a way.”

You're more than eager to assist her, and you crawl your way to the edge of the comforter, drawing your face close to her warm, round hindquarters. With a hand on her cheeks for leverage, you push your tongue against the back of her leg, at the end of your cum trail . You drag your tongue upwards, all the way up to her cheek, drawing out a desirable hum from her throat. You realize your semen doesn't taste bad. Rather flavorless, but a tiny bit sweet. You move your head to her other leg and lick it up as well, until you reach her pussy, the source of where your semen is leaking out of.

You press your tongue flat against her lips, and Celestia opens her mouth with a lustful moan. You can feel her clitoris push against your chin as you lick her. While you're pushing your tongue inside to lick up any lingering globs of your cum, you briefly feel a hoof move across the back of your head.

“Haaa-ha-ha- no no no! Pull out” she commands suddenly. She retreats from your face, with her expression tightened up as she's fighting to regain some control over herself. “If I let myself cum, I won't have enough energy to attend day court soon.” Though slightly disappointed, you nod as she uses her magic to bring your clothes back onto your body.

Fully dressed, you stand up and walk across the marble balcony to her as she's levitating her scattered accessories back to her body. She steps all four hooves into her shoes, slips her chest plate around her neck, and then fixes her hair back into an orderly form before affixing her tiara to her head. She also takes a few deep breaths, commanding her raised tail to go back down and conceal her hindquarters. Now fully dressed, and with her privates clean for the most part, Celestia turns back to you, and you trade one final hug with her.

“If you ever would like to see me again, feel free to visit. My doors will always be open to you.” She says as she holds you in her wings. “And no matter if you go back to your world or stay here, promise me that you will never stop trying to be the best you that you can be. And that you won't hide what makes you wonderful from those around you.” You nod solemnly, before she kisses the side of your face. “Good. Well then, you'd best be off. Until next time, my dear.”

Celestia uses her magic to conjure up the trail of light steps that you initially climbed to reach her in the beginning. Lifting yourself over the rails, you wave back to her as you climb down the stairs. It only takes a few steps, before you can no longer see her smiling face as she's waving to you. While you wish you could stay with her forever, you're not too sad that you've leaving. What Celestia has given you is something that stays with you no matter how far away from her you are or how long its been since you've seen her. With a newfound confidence in yourself, even when you're miles up in the air, that journey back down to the Earth doesn't seem as daunting as it should be. No matter where you go, you'll feel the warmth of the sun shining down on you, guiding you towards the brightest future you can imagine.

Author's Note

You knew I was all going to do this eventually. Celestia's my main squeeze, how could I not indulge in a fantasy with her?
This one is a little special to me, because it's derived from a meditative technique my counselor recommended to me (except I'm usually not screwing her, since it's meditative). So, I wanted to get a little more feelsy with this one. That's also why I made two versions of it, so I could get to enjoy more Celestia sex. :3
Hope you guys enjoyed this one. The chapter following this one is literally the same story, but with things changed up to accomodate a female anon, that's all. Read it if you want, but don't expect anything drastically different.

You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With Princess Celestia (Female anon)

With a slight jerk, the train makes a complete stop, and the conductor announces their arrival. You grab your black purse, and make your way off the train, past the ponies who are fumbling with their luggage, and make a beeline towards the castle in the distance. You step through the busy streets of Canterlot, past diners where you can see in the windows esteemed ponies eating the smallest portion of decorative foods on their plates. You smirk as you wonder if you would have to take out a loan to afford whatever they're eating. But you aren't interested in experiencing the daily lives of the elite; you have something even better waiting for you at the castle just in front of you.

“State your business or leave.” he orders flatly. You quickly reach into your purse, fumbling over the scroll that's been tucked away, and promptly unroll it before him. His horn lights up with gray magic as he levitates it from your hands and closer to his face. His eyes scan the parchment as he reads it thoroughly. The parchment floats to the side, and to your surprise, you feel something passing over your ankles. You look down and see the same color of red magic passing up over your legs and moving towards your waist. While the sensation is painless, it's a little uncomfortable for your liking. Thankfully, it dissipates once it passes your cranium.

“She's clean.” The stallion utters, turning towards the guard on your left, while you run your hand across the back of your neck and adjust your hair. “You there, go notify her majesty that her guest has arrived.” Nodding, the other guard steps through the doors, leaving you and the brown coated one alone. “Be patient; it may take several minutes until she's able to receive you.”

Not having the faintest idea how long you'll be waiting, you crouch and sit on the stone ground, with your hands resting on your knees that are facing up towards the sky. The hard surface doesn't feel great on your rear, but it's a little better than standing for who knows how long at this point. You command yourself to wait patiently, but deep inside, you can feel your anxiousness building. You only received this invitation yesterday, but it feels like it's been so much longer. You never dreamed you would be fortunate enough to be granted an audience with a pony so regal and beloved by her subjects. You wonder if you're underdressed as you look down at your dark blue skirt and your red button shirt, showing just a hint of cleavage at the opening. You're suddenly wishing that you had taken up Rarity's offer to let her try her hoof at making you a dress for you. It's taking every bit of your willpower not to whine in frustration in front of the stallion, his eyes fixed forward but no doubt keeping you in his peripheral vision.

“Looks like she's ready for you.” The stallion says as you pull yourself off the ground and stand up, passing your hands over your backside to shake away any loose rubble your skirt may have collected. The staircase forms its final step just inches away from your feet. “Enjoy your time with her.”

You hesitantly lift your foot over the first step, before slowly letting it down and testing its sturdiness. You shift your weight to that foot and find that it indeed holds you just like any other staircase would. You look up and see where exactly the staircase goes, finding that it stretches all the way out and around the tallest tower, circling in such a way that makes it impossible to see the top. You've been looking forward to this since yesterday, but you weren't expecting that you would have to make such a climb for it. Thankfully you're not wearing heels. You gulp nervously as you see it stretch out over the valley, where even the city itself has no quarter.

After a moment, Celestia moves her head upwards and you release her. She touches the tip of her horn to your chest. It glows with golden magic, and you find your shirt vanishing off of your body before your eyes. The effect reaches even lower, melting away your skirt, your shoes, even your panties. You find yourself completely naked in front of the princess, and you instinctively bring one arm over your breasts, and a hand over your crotch.

“Please don't be embarrassed.” Celestia asks, still keeping her beautiful magenta eyes on you. “You have a beautiful form, even if it's different from what I and my subjects are accustomed to. It's a shame that your world asks you to cover that up.” With your face still a bit hot, you put your arms behind your back, and reveal that your nipples are standing rigid in front of her. “No need to be ashamed of that either; it's okay. I would never get angry at something your body does naturally.” You take a deep breath through your nose, and let it out through your mouth. It still feels a bit strange being naked in front of her, especially with your nipples pointing towards her neck. Nonetheless, you trust her comforting voice. You can tell she's being honest by the way she keeps her focus on your face with an undeterred smile.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Celestia says, moving a wing behind you and prompting you to move forward. In front of you, you can see a large cushion laid out on the marble floor of the balcony. Your bare feet step forward, and you kneel down on its cushy surface once you're close enough. With your hands supporting your upper body, you crawl around on your knees until you reach a spot near the middle. You turn about and sit down, then lay back against it. It feels wonderful against your bare skin, as does the gentle breeze and the magnificent warmth of the sun kissing your exposed body.

For several minutes, you're telling her everything that comes to mind, and for a moment her responses help stimulate your self-image.

Though it makes your heart heavy, you begin to confess to the princess the thoughts that have troubled you for most of your adult life. You begin to share the hardships you've faced; opportunities missed, friendships lost, people you love who have passed away. The constant fear you struggle with as you tumble blindly through life, seemingly without any direction. The worry that you might not ever amount to anything despite your efforts. You find your hands squeezing tightly as you share the intimacies about yourself, things you've known all along but makes your eyes sting to say out loud.

Celestia hardly speaks at all, only apologizing respectfully from time to time. Otherwise, she's listening to you attentively, her wing brushing softly against your back.

With your vision getting blurry, you lower your head to Celestia's shoulder and you begin to sob. Not a word escapes your throat, with it busy making noises of sorrow. She lowers her head, and her chin rests against the back of your neck. You sniff through your nostrils, and take in more of that wonderful sunshine aroma of hers. One arm rests over her neck, and the other hand holds her hoof tightly. She seems unphased by your grip, and sits firmly to offer you comfort. After a few minutes, your sobbing dies down, and you begin to breathe. Though your face is puffy from sobbing, you manage to compose yourself.

“Would you like to hear my thoughts?” Celestia asks, lifting her head to face you as you wipe underneath your eyes. You nod slowly in the affirmative.“I think you have a beautiful soul underneath the pain you've been carrying. I think you are a smart, kind, and talented individual. You may not think it yourself, and you might even be tempted to act in a way that contradicts it on your worst days, but I see something wonderful underneath that weakness.” One of her wings moves to your face, and her feathers rub against your cheek to wipe some tears away. “If you allow yourself to believe it, to believe me... then you might just find that you're worth more than you give yourself credit for.” Celestia's wing pulls away from your puffy cheek, and she looks into your eyes earnestly. “Do you think you could try that for me, my dear?”

You murmur softly, asking if you can kiss her.

You find yourself unable to look at Celestia directly as you hear her giggle. Her hoof reaches to your face, and tilts your chin upwards.

“Only if I can kiss you back” she says softly, her long elegant eyelashes fluttering as she bashes them at you.

Her reply is more receptive than you expected, and it catches you off guard a moment. It takes Celestia lowering her face to you and pursing her lips in anticipation to break you from your temporary daze. Sitting on your knees with your bottom resting on your feet, you take a deep breath and push yourself to move your face forward. Your eyes are scanning all of her facial details as you're moving closer to her: her flawless white coat. Her long thin eyelashes. Her delicate maw, with her luscious full lips.

Wow, she's really pretty. You find yourself thinking. You're so enraptured by her beauty up close, that your head seems to have forgotten how to move forward.

“Oh dear, you're certainly a shy one.” She says in a sing-song voice, rubbing your chin with her hoof. “Don't be hesitant, sweetheart; I promise I won't bite.”

You regain yourself and press forward, closer to her face. Your nose touches the end of her muzzle, and you tilt your head back just slightly to move your mouth forward.

While you stay rigid with a warm and red face, you don't register that Celestia's moving towards you this time, until she plants her lips on yours. This time, her mouth opens just slightly, and you can feel her tongue poking out against your lips. You open your mouth, and push your tongue forward to meet hers. They mingle lightly with one another, as you tilt your head sideways and lock lips with her. You gently move your body forward, and find Celestia laying back against the comforter, allowing you to lay your chest on top of her. You feel your chest flutter as your perky nipples rub into her smooth coat. Feeling her tongue wiggle against yours, your anxiousness begins to die down quickly. You find the strength to move your arm up her body and stroke underneath her foreleg, moving gently all the way down, stroking her coat until you reach her hoof.

“Oooohhh! Ooh, that tickles!” She says, her upper body shaking a bit. Clitoris throbbing with an increased vigor as you watch her writhe happily underneath you. You ask Celestia if she's alright, and she nods. You ask her if she wants you to keep going. Again, she nods eagerly, not even a smidgen of hesitation in her reply. “Just, be slow, and gentle. I'm very ticklish.”

As you're playing with the princess, you can hear a very light wet smacking sound coming from underneath her. You look down, past your stomach, and see her fat mare vulva winking in rhythm, its sopping lips smacking against each other with each pulse. Every time they open, you can see her round, fleshy clitoris, swollen with her arousal, poking out towards you. You trickle your fingers down from her breast and across her inner thigh, making her snicker in response.

“Mm, what a little tease you are.” Celestia coos, her bottom wiggling excitedly as you move your hand back up to her stomach. You move your face to her chest, and with the tip of your nose touching her coat, you move your body downwards. You stop when your chest reaches her teats, and you let your standing nipples rub against hers while you kiss above her stomach. The alicorn raises her body on impulse, and you can smell her arousal emanating from between her legs. You're eager to move down even closer, to sample a bit of it yourself.

Celestia's chest rises up and down, while the sounds escaping her throat sound heavenly and glorious, like she's singing her heart out for a concert with only you as her audience. You move your face down between her thighs, and behold the wonderful image in front of you. Celestia's mare lips are closed for just a moment, but still enlarged. And they're glistening with her arousal. With her round anus underneath, her private bits resemble that of an exclamation point. You breathe gently on her lips, and following a shudder, you see them wink at you. Her clitoris at the top of her lips is huge, bigger than any you've ever seen. It's round and squishy, and poking out so much, like its trying to leave the premises.

You use your thumbs to spread Celestia's lips open, drawing a sharp whine from her. You ease your face towards her snatch, and press your nose against her labia. Her smell is intoxicating. The warm scent of her hot, wet arousal ignites a tickle in your lower belly, and your clitoris throbs with excitement. You press your tongue against her soft opening. “Mmm...” you hear a hum emanating from above, before you press your tongue inwards. She gasps suddenly, then her hips begin to rock as you drill your tongue into her. As her inner walls flex around your tongue, you feel her hooves brushing underneath your hair, across the back of your neck. She's pulling you in just slightly, wanting to keep your face pushed in as deep as it can go.

“Mm, what a sweet girl” she murmurs, rubbing your head gently. “Get a nice, big mouth full. Oh, yes!”

Celestia tastes heavenly. Her arousal is mostly tangy, but with a delightfully sweet aftertaste, like a sugary orange drink. You retreat your tongue from her passage and pull it up to her inflated clit. You circle the outer regions of it, making her moan loudly.

“Ahhhh- oh, p-pull away, dear.” She commands suddenly. Though confused, you comply and lift your head, your mouth still covered in her fluids. As you're watching her, she raises her upper body, and spreads her hindlegs even more. “You're doing a phenomenal job, but the way you're going at it hides your body from me. I want to gaze upon you entirely as you finish.”

You nod appreciatively, and then hoist your lower body between your arms. You struggle for a moment to fit your legs in the right position, placing your left leg under Celestia's right, and your right leg over her left hip. It's a bit awkward, but you manage to push yourself in, and feel your wet lips smoosh up against hers.

You close your eyes as you revel in the feeling of touching your vagina with hers. It's so warm, and soft, and wonderfully slick. It's overpowering your small clitoris, despite it throbbing harder than it ever has before. You feel like Celestia's overpowering you as she bucks her hips forward, and you love every moment of it.

“Open your eyes,” You hear her say. “Look at me”.

Hesitantly, you open your eyes and look into hers. Her face is tightened a bit, as her arousal is taking its toll on her. But her eyes are still as stunning as ever, with her magenta irises sparkling around her dark pupils. It's a struggle to keep yourself from turning away, embarrassed that she's gazing upon you in such a way. But you feel the sensation in your clitoris spike, and your reserves fly out the window as you lock gazes with her. Your mouth hangs open as you begin to sing, and your hips drive back and forth without your instruction.

“There's a sweet girl,” Celestia beckons you, her hips squirming into your pulsing snatch. “Don't hold back anymore,”

With a loud gasp, you push forward and allow the dam to break free. Your lips squeeze tight, while a rush of fluid pushes forward and collects in the rim of your lips. You also feel a spurt jet from above, as you squirt all over her, embarrassing you a bit. But you're too exhausted to care, and you know that Celestia isn't angry that you've reached such an enjoyable state. You pull back, with a strand of your fluids hanging until you squeeze your legs together, pulling in with your arms as you wiggle your back into the comforter, a wide grin on your face.

Lifting her back up, the princess brings her head back up to you, and kisses your lips gingerly. Her hoof rubs your chest, as you're squirming in ecstasy underneath her. You feel her tongue drawing across your ear, making you gasp sharply as you feel another surge coursing through your body. Your chest rises in the air as you moan, and Celestia kisses the side of your neck. She lowers a wing to serve as a blanket over you and scoots in next to you as you drift away from consciousness for a moment, the side of your head laying against her all the while.

“Oh, you're so polite dear. You're very welcome.” Celestia's wings squeeze you gently, then let go. “I suppose it's getting close to the time that I should let you climb back down, but before you go...” The alicorn stands up from the comforter and walks forward, pointing her rump towards you, her thighs still wet from your and her arousal. “Do you think you could clean me up?” she asks, levitating a silk handkerchief in front of you. “It wouldn't really be acceptable for the council to see me in such a way.”

You're more than eager to assist her, and you crawl your way to the edge of the comforter, grabbing the cloth out of the air and moving it to her warm, round hindquarters. With a hand on her cheeks for leverage, you push your hand against the back of her leg, towards the end of her wetness. You drag the cloth covering your palm upwards, all the way up to her cheek, drawing out a desirable hum from her throat. You move your hand to her other leg and lick it up as well, until you reach her pussy, then drag the cloth up with your middle finger pressing against her lips. Celestia opens her mouth with a lustful moan. You can feel her quivering as you wipe her.

“Haaa-ha-ha- oh, ease up!” she commands suddenly. She retreats from your hand, with her expression tightened up as she's fighting to regain some control over herself. “If I let myself cum, I won't have enough energy to attend day court soon.” Though slightly disappointed, you nod as she uses her magic to bring your clothes back onto your body.

Author's Note

You knew I was all going to do this eventually. Celestia's my main squeeze, how could I not indulge in a fantasy with her?
This one is a little special to me, because it's derived from a meditative technique my counselor recommended to me (except I'm usually not screwing her, since it's meditative). So, I wanted to get a little more feelsy with this one. That's also why I made two versions of it, so I could get to enjoy more Celestia sex. :3
Hope you guys enjoyed this one. This and the male one are the only variations I'm going to do with Celestia; the next entries will be new characters, like usual.