The Royal Pet: Celestia's Golden Gift

Mmmm...yesssss...

>You hiss while splayed out on your back.

>The adorable little Princess licking your raging manhood gives you no mercy; her tongue laps against your sensitive glans.

>"You enjoy that?"

>She coyly grins, pumping your venous shaft with talent far better than such a petite hand should know.

>"Then you'll love this..."

>Puckering her crimson lips, the golden-crowned darling half kisses and half sucks against the underside of your frenulum.  

Fffuuu...aahhh....oh, damn. Maybe you are skilled enough to accompany me on campaign.

>The sound of your heart beating in your ears is too great, easily drowning out your words.

>The tiny vixen only giggles; a glint in her rosepetal eyes.

>"There better be a certain ceremony upon our triumphant return.  I'd hate to have our kingdoms at each other's throats over the scandal otherwise."

>Her small hands work overtime to grip around your base, hardening you impossibly further.

>The little Lady gently slaps your towering length along her lips.

Grahh...such a mischievous method of teasing.

>You grit your teeth.

>"Oh the things we must endure...well, it is necessary to measure such an imposing 'spear' for your upcoming battle-gift, my pet."

>Pet?

>Pet...

>PET.

>*click-clatter-click-click*

>Your eyes snap open, and reality surges forth.

>You have been dreaming in bed...but were you talking aloud?

>Princess Celestia gently uses a flexible measuring tape to wrap underneath your testicles and above your aching shaft.

>Not daring to move a muscle, you allow your eyes to glance downwards towards the worst case of morning wood you've ever had.

>Is that...saliva?

>"Oh dear. I certainly hope that the sound of my measuring didn't wake you."

>The Solar Princess takes mental note of the numbers before floating her tool away.

>"Mhmm. Even thicker than I thought."

>The measuring tape snaps closed.

>You remain silent, unable to relax.

>"Anonymous, you look positively tense. Then again, I suppose I must carry some blame..."

>She calmly states, letting her gaze fall to your throbbing masculinity.

>"Alas, I must attend to the needs of my schedule this morning. Allow me to help, albeit brief, my Anon."

>The Goddess rolls her flat tongue through her purring mouth.

>Did she hear you speak?

>It doesn't seem like-

Mmph!

>You grunt as Celestia  gracefully dips forward and swallows a fair portion of your erection without warning.

>Your fingers claw the sheets while her prehensile lips slowly draw upwards, sucking you like an oversized lollypop.

>The Princess removes her oral with a gentle 'mwah', allowing copious amounts of warm equine saliva to drip sloppily from her maw.  

>"There we are."

>Celestia grins, her self-control never leaving as wet tendrils finish departing from her tongue.

>"That should help you 'take care' of things while I'm gone. Don't expel too much without me."

>She turns to leave and gives you a quick clitoral wink on her way out the door.

>The moment the latch of your chamber shuts, you finally allow some breath to escape.

Damn...

>You whisper to yourself, taking time to enjoy the sensation of Celestia's tepid fluids eagerly running down your shaft and abdominals.

Looks like I'll have to be more careful. What a disciplined Princess; far different from her sister...

>It isn't every day you meet another ruler so clever; so self-controlled.

>Taking time to marvel at your admittance to Celestia's ever-growing worthiness, you decide to make the most of her parting gift.

>Slathering  a bit of saliva onto your hands, you take your pleasure.

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>Princess Celestia regally sat upon her throne in complete privacy.

>....although the positioning left  much to be desired; not enough room to pivot and allow her marehood space to leak freely.

>Frustrated and unfulfilled from the morning's dalliances (or lack thereof), she eagerly awaited the arrival of her next appointment.

>Measurements fresh in her mind...

>*knock knock*

>Celestia stamps a hoof once, and the door's entrance swings open to reveal none other than Enamel Globus,  royally-appointed jeweler and keeper of the symbols of coronation.

>"A pleasure to be called to serve, my Princess. What would you like done?"

>She bows, a tight mane-bun not allowing any hair to conceal her amber eyes.

>"Thank you, Enamel. I have a special piece to commission from your talented hooves. I desire a ... napkin ring. It must be magically made to these exact dimensions from solid gold, bearing the Solar Arms around the outside."

>Celestia nods her head and floats over a scroll containing the design and pattern.

>Enamel couldn't resist a coy smile, plucking the parchment from the magical field and unfurling it.

>Her expression quickly becomes one of uncertainty.

>"My Princess...would this be the exact measurement for the inner diameter?"

>She sputters out in slight disbelief.

>"Indeed it is; I've taken it myself. Is there a problem?"

>The Goddess raises an eyebrow in mock-question.

>"N-not at all. Only, such a wide ring must hold quite a bit of...napkins."

>Enamel blushes, gently chewing her lower lip.

>"I can only imagine the mess that so many napkins would require..."

>"Quite, indeed."

>Celestia concedes with a smile, allowing the young mare's allusion some gentle leeway.

>"I expect this to be finished by hoof. The Solar Scepter shows beautiful work with such a soft metal; I may need some rings in platinum as well in the future. Therefore, save the designs."  

>Enamel Globus bows once more.

>"I shall have it finished at once, my Princess."

>She finishes with a flourish before exiting the presences of the Goddess.

>Celestia brims with eagerness, only to be brought to reality by remembering the next appointment.

>The trade negotiations with the Gryphon Kingdom to the north have been going rather poorly ever since the 'Safe Meat Inspections' Act has flesh transporters up in arms.

>The Kingdom has sent a rather persnickety representative to press the matter of trade rights.

>What did the gryphons expect when a convoy of steaks was found to contain parts of missing ponies near the border?

>The Princess grumbles to herself, preparing to explain to the diplomat the consequences of such lax  security policies between carnivorous gryphon and vegan pony.

>It was going to be a long meeting...

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>A few days have gone by, and you find yourself passing the morning as normal:

>Lifting heavy plates of iron and putting them back down.

>....in the buff.

>In your meditative state, you isolate yourself and find focus on your experiences in Equestria.

>Celestia seems to assume far more about your intellect than she leads on; precautions must be taken to assure your safe return with the proper candidate.

>You decide to burry your concern deep within your thighs, and push them upwards.

>Squeezing the muscles though your legs, you finish your last set of squats.

>You gently rotate your wrists and place the minotaur-designed bar back on its proper catch.

>Inhaling the fresh air of the semi-outdoor training area, you smile.

>Celestia's sun has certainly been a boon for your skintan.

>A trio of guardmares lounge in the distance, watching your nude form in motion.

>The peals of feminine giggling occasionally cover the yardage and manage to ring in your ears; you douse yourself with lukewarm water from the nearby respite fountain.  

>Looks like some things never change, regardless of the world you're in.

>Suddenly, the air around you feels a little warm.

>The feeling of eyes tracing your physique...

>"Ah, here you are, my Anonymous. How did I know I'd find you in the training quarters?"

>A magical aura ebbs a towel in front of your vision and wipes your face free of water.

>...before moving a bit lower, soaking up the streaks of moisture near your lions.

>"Looks like my darling pet already worked up a bit of a sweat today."

>Princess Celestia tips her chin up and hovers the towel over the side of her elegant neck.

>Gracefully twisting the fabric, she sends the combination of water and human musk running down her bodice.

>"Ahhh... refreshing."

>You smirk at the brazen Goddess; a glance over your shoulder to note the three mares now standing a ways apart and no longer facing you.

>They must be accustomed to keeping an eye out for their Princess' aerial approaches.

>You make a mental note to do the same.

>"I am simply so warm this day..."

>Celestia dips the soaking rag into the fountain before taking a step closer.

>"Now to practice your real training. *kiss kiss*"

>Leaning forward, you plant a moist kiss against your "owner's" pillowy lips.

>The Goddess wrings out the towel above your head, showering your well-veined musculature with a glimmer water.

>She pulls back and admires her work; a gaze of desire fixated on your flaccid manhood.

>"Come with me,"

>A wing motions to her side.

>"I have a special present for you."

>You take your place at her side and are immediately garnished with your silken loincloth, wondering what waits ahead.

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>You are led into your bedchambers, and are motioned towards the edge of the bed.

>It doesn't take but a moment for your iconic garment to magically fall to the floor.

>"Sit."

>Celestia gently uses her forehooves to shove you to your rump.

>You grunt with reluctant compliance as a wrapped box is floated into your lap.

>The mare removes all adornments of royalty but her crown and stands sideways, presenting the width of herself for you to enjoy at while a half-lidded gaze conveys a pent-up lust.

>It's a dominant stance, but her dipped head shows encouragement as she nuzzles the box's ribbon close to your length.

>You deice that it would be prudent to accept, and with a single hand, reveal the contents hidden within.

>You're immediately met with a mirror sheen as a beautifully-perfect ring glistens atop a satin pillow.

>Carefully lifting it up in your palm, you admire it's sheer weight of solid gold; tiny indents show how it has been carefully crafted into a symmetrical "O" by manual means.

>Around the outside of the ring, a spartan mark of the Eternal Sun was painstakingly etched.

>Your appreciation is cut short by a tingle that shoots up your spine; Celestia magics a chalice of warm, liquidized shea butter.

>She pours out generous globs of the slick substance along your manhood while plucking the ring from your grasp.

>From blood still pumping from your workout, your manhood twitches and begins to grow.

>Celestia knows she must be swift, yet gentle, as she floats the cockring towards your testicles.

>With all the care of a mother hen, she uses a hoof to nudge her two prize eggs through the wide hole before bending your still flexible length through the remaining space.

>She uses her magic to give the hefty golden ring a little twist, slathering it with shea butter and seating it firmly behind your scrotum and against your taut stomach.

>A moan of pleasure escapes your mouth, the sheer heft of your weighty decoration reminiscent of weightlifting; it must weigh several ounces if not close to a pound.

>Celestia's eyes burn with mareish desire at the noise, and she cannot resist splattering a stream of mare-pre onto the floor.

>"Mmm. It would seem as though my pet likes his new jewelry."

>Arousal permeates every word as she smacks the empty box aside, lavishing your rapidly growing length with more and more lubrication.

>You grip the sheets once more, staring at your veins bulging from your furiously throbbing cock.

>The Goddess leans forward, unable to resist.

>"*kiss-kiss*"

>You shove your mouth against hers, punishing her for such a surprising act of lewdness and thanking her for such a lovely new toy.

>A clatter disturbs the sounds of slobbering tongues as the royal crown falls to the floor.

>You decide to ignore it for the most part, and forcibly grip her alabaster plot. >"Anonymous,"

>Celestia breaks the kiss, staring into your very being.

>"My crown is off,"

>Equine nostrils bathe your face with flirtatious snorts.

>"I'm naked."

>A drop of your mixed saliva threatens to run off her lips.

>"Y-you know what this means...right?"

>The last line sounds more like a plea of understanding rather than a command; she cannot turn herself around fast enough.

>After 21 days, Princess Celestia's estrus has risen once again.

>Flicking her ethereal tail to the side, she reveals her sopping-wet marehood.

>A beautiful onyx oyster with a fleshy pink pearl beckons you inside.

>Finally taking the time to look downwards at your erection, you're stunned at how dark and veined it has become.

>Certainly not too tight yet not too loose, the heavy ring seems to be doing its job.

>Although you never had trouble getting hard previously, this ringed sensation of fullness was entirely new.

>"W-what are you waiting for, pet?"

>Celestia impatiently questions with outstretched wings.

>"Fuck me. Breed me. All the way inside."

>She shakes her horse-like plot, its shape calling out to be gripped by your powerful hands.

>Standing to your feet,  it doesn't take much to close the distance between your purplish glans and the horny Princess.

>You slightly overshoot your length while positioning your muscled waist and jab into her winking clitoris.

>"Gahhh!"

>Celestia cries, squirting out another torrent of mare-pre down your cock.

>"Gently-"

>She whispers.

 

>The Princess glances over her haunches, moving her tail out of the way so that she can see your built body prepare to mount; she lowers her head once more with a snort.

>After you feel sufficiently squared, you slide forward to being the day's cardiovascular program.

>Eventually, your crown slips into the moist paradise that is Celestia's pussy, albeit with more power required than normal.

>The mare groans with primal need at her long-awaited penetration; every inch slipping inside feeling like heaven for her heat-addled brain.

>You suck in air, unprepared for the sinfully delicious sensation of your steel iron being massaged so forcefully.

>About halfway in, you begin to pull out slightly to reposition your thighs for better thrusting.

>"Noooo..."

>Celestia groans, ruffling her wings and using all of her vaginal strength to keep you within her velvety embrace.

>Alas, the Princess is unable to resist your hip flexors as they slide your shaft backwards, and settles to enjoy the rapture of your prominent ridge massaging her swollen marehood.

> A hot rock kneading her most intimate of muscles...

Haaa...!

>With a slight struggle, you thrust yourself in further than before, reaching a depth of almost full penetration.

>The poor mare screams in pleasure and agony as her insides twist, willing to settle for nothing but complete fullness.

>Your hands, calloused from iron, gently slap Celestia's cutie marks and experience the fiery, solar sensation on her flanks.

>A glance downwards shows you still have a good inch or so before your mirrored ring and reddish testicles meet the set of desperately winking netherlips.

>You pull back again.

>"Gyaaahh....damn you, Anonymous."

>Celestia curses your being with false venom.

>"J-just...fucking....RUT ME."

>She bellows in a slight Canterlot tone, tensing her back legs and squeezing your masculinity with all her strength.

>With the softest of smiles, you bulge your muscles  and oblige.

>A mighty thrust sends all you have into the lusty Goddess, driving her over the edge.

>The Solar Princess arcs her back and wails with wings outstretched; marehood split far beyond any limit she might have possibly had as her womb distends out of the way.

>Pulling backwards aggressively, you waste no time before shoving your length roughly back to full-depth.

>Your swollen testicles slap against Celestia's clit, and she orgasms for the first time of the session.

>"Unnnggghhhhh.....!"

>Splatter after splatter of maregasm washes down your legs, the airy echo of her expulsions fresh from her impaled pussy.

>Starting your thrusting in earnest, you milk her climax with mild hip rotations.

>You coo into the room, throwing your head back and enjoying the sensation of your charge's equine carnality.

>Lewd smacks of your quads meeting a horseish ass replace the sounds of margasm, in-pace with the tatters of ragged breathing.

>"*pant...pant*"

>Celestia?

>Tiring out already?

>Oh the stamina of mares...

>You wrap your arms around her possessively, kneading your forearms against her crotch tits and riding your heels backwards.

>From this angle, you get as much withdraw as you can muster before slamming yourself forwards.

>The image of a furiously red cock, adorned with gold, claiming a perfectly royal pussy burns in your mind.

>You buck yourself against the increasingly primal mare, who no longer is able to up-support her wings.

>"Y-yeah."

>Celestia dips her neck and body, sweat staring to accumulate enough to drip from her toned form.

>"Show me...that human lust..."

>Each time your glans scrape against her womb, a soft cry of bliss slips from her lips.

>Each time your balls contact forcefully with her winking pearl, a shiver of need shoots up her spine.

>Each mini-maregasm you give her makes you swell only more, and you feel your cream forcing it's way past the cockring.

>The Goddess needs your seed...

>"You better...n-not pull out."

>She manages to gasp in the throes of being bred; her heat instincts taking over.

>"F-fill me...up...order you...i-impregnate..."

>Princess Celestia desperately attempts to retain a manner of authority, yet is hopelessly impaled against your aching cock.

>In this moment, Celestia knows she's yours as much as you are hers.

>You groan in anticipation of a copious ejaculation, almost wishing you really could give the mare all the royal foals she could ever want.

>Pressing your golden gift against her black lips, you complete your final rep as Celestia's vaginal muscles instinctively massage you over the edge.

>The first blast of cum struggles to expel itself from your loins.

>When it finally does, the sensation is nothing short of nirvana as you experience one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

>A thick, hot blast of semen floods into the Princess that seems to take twice as long to complete as would normally sans-cockring.

>The second spurt finds little room in the mare, and quickly overflows down Celestia's strong thighs.

>The Goddess wants to squeeze; wants to buck back, but is lost in the mental haze of you, her human, flooding her to the brim over and over.

>Her marehood, far more sensitive than any woman's could hope to be, relishes in the rare sensation of total and complete satisfaction.

>You wince from the overwhelming nerves firing off along your cock and pull back a few inches in a brief attempt at reprieve.

>...but are immediately stopped by Celestia, who spreads her legs and shoves herself back against your exposed length.

>"NO."

>The well-bred mare demands.

>"WE MUST...ALL OF IT...INSIDE."

>You nearly crush the mare in the mightiness that is your biceps, gritting your teeth and riding out the waves of intoxicating pleasure; your mind melts in a sea of lust.

>Celestia groans, savoring the moment before walking forward and allowing your manhood to dislodge itself.

>A final spurt of orgasmic praise flies from your crown, landing on her puckered anus before running  down the Princess' overstuffed lips.

>"Ahhh....s-such relief."

>Celestia shakes her plot before turning back to face you.

>"...and such a release."

>She admires the work of your shared efforts.

>You allow yourself to relax on the edge of the bed, erection deflating slowly over time.

>Eventually, Celestia trots over with slightly-quivering hooves.

>"Now to remove the ring."

>Taking another relaxing breath, you sigh as the slick golden O is easily dethatched from your base with care.

>Plucking the ring from Celestia, you spin it around a finger once, collecting the slickness of the sheabutter as the mirrored surface becomes more prominent.

>Celestia smiles, lazily sliding herself next to you on the plush bedding.

>Reaching out a finger, you present the digit to the Goddess.

>With a loving smile, she lolls her tongue out to lap gently against the residue, savoring the hints of human cum and her own fluids in the flavor of shea.

>Smiling, you playfully seize the mare and with great strength, roll yourselves further towards the center of the mattress.

>Celestia giggles like a schoolmare, happiness radiating from her features.

>"Mhmm, good thing I have a clear morning ahead to lounge."

>She splays herself out, her weight resting against your chest.

>"I suppose I could be a mare of leisure for a day or so... at least until the worst of my estrus is alleviated."

>Princess Celestia playfully nuzzles your neck from above before laying her muzzle next to your ear.

>In silence, the entire atmosphere of the room changes to that of genuine intimacy.

>It's a feeling you've rarely had the luxury to experience back home, considering your own stature and responsibility.

>Taking a free hand, you rub along Celestia's ribs and haunches.

>"What a lovely human I have; such an interesting...'pet'."

>You decide not to question the slight inflection on the last word.

>Your hand runs through her ethereal mane, gently massaging her scalp with firm fingers.

>Celestia huffs mareishly in delight, and snuggles closer to your ear.

>It doesn't take long before a gentle tiredness tugs against your eyelids.

>Tilting your head to look at the mare resting along you, it would appear she's experiencing a similar effect.

>You decide to lay your head back, and allow your shared consciousness to slip away.

>Before sleep can claim you both, you can barely make out Princess Celestia whispering into your ear.

>"Let me be your little Princess again... and we can plan out our 'campaign'..."

END