Celestia tickle story -unfinished-

>Be Anon, deviant extraordinaire and lowlife savant. You feel like garbage.

>Not just any kind of garbage, but cheating garbage. You've finally managed to snag a smokin' hot girl with a great personality, a well paying job, and a shared affinity for your perverse pastime, and what's one of the first things you do? You go and pleasure some kid's mom and man's wife. More than once at that.

>The only thing stopping your special DJ from leaving is that she doesn't know. Maybe if you tell Vinyl, she might not be too mad? Maybe even a tickle session of three? Not likely.

>You dare not to go out of your house for anything other than work and groceries. Whenever you're around Vinyl you feel like a slimeball, on the edge of spewing vomit all over your suit at any moment. Often times you sit on your futon, staring at your fedora wondering why you were so sleazy. Your guilt often hits you in pangs like a hot prod. You're not used to feeling this down.

Why can't I help myself?, you often thought

>As Friday rolled around, you figured you'd check your mail that had been collecting up for a week. You rolled off your futon, waded out into the world, and slunk down the stairwell of your apartment. When you reached your box down at the bottom of the stairs you notice it's about to bust.

Maybe I should stand back a bit, you thought as you open it up.

>No explosion, just a waterfall of letters, ads, and unpayed bills. You shuffle through the clutter and find a very official looking letter. It's stamped with a royal seal. You look around confused and walked back up to your apartment, not bothering with the other letters. Grabbing a knife you cut the wax seal. You then proceed to read the contents of the letter at your table.

 

 

>-This is a formal notification from her majesty's royal office. You have been instructed to come and attend a royal audience with The Princess on this coming FRIDAY THE 31ST, 3:45 P.M.

 

Dear Mr. Anonymous,

 

I am sorry to contact you on such short notice, but I must speak with you on an important matter involving your current affairs with the inhabitants of my kingdom. I would much appreciate it if you could attend this private meeting, for I must speak with you posthaste. We'll discuss the rest of this matter in due time.

 

Sincerely, Princess Celestia.

 

This letter has been sent on WEDNESDAY THE 29TH, 10:30 A.M.-

 

 

>You read over this letter at least five times, taking in the importance of what you're holding while trying to wrap your head around it.

>The Princess, Princess CELESTIA, the grand ruler of ALL of Equestria, has contacted YOU. For what you can only suspect has to do with your shady doings around town. You're sweating. You're sweating a lot.

 

>The next day, you're ready to depart. You cleaned up your suit and Fedora, fed your cats, and messaged Vinyl the daily, "I love you, babe" and left for the Castle. You whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had I dice in the mirror. You hopped in and told him you need a one way drive to the Canterlot Castle.

>When you arrived, you were greeted by two guards who demanded you state your business. You show them your letter and they let you pass.

>As you walk by you could've sworn you heard one say "poor soul"

>You're officially sweating bullets.

>You walk through the grand hall. It's massive, full of ornate busts, statues, tapestries, and glass paintings. You wander around for ten minutes until a stoic and irritable guard asks you what you're doing. You show him the letter, and he nods without a word. He points you to a set of double doors. You proceed to them and open one side.

>Stairs. Lots of stairs. You sigh as you begin your long journey up.

>As you ascend up the staircase, all the worst possible outcomes flood your mind.

Will she send me to the dungeon? Will she banish me? Surely she won't banish me then put me in the dungeon, that's ludicrous (lol referencez so cleverz)

>Torture, execution, sterilization, you wouldn't put any of these past her majesty. You hope and pray for her benevolence.

>After what seems like an eternity on the world's longest staircase, you reach the top. Awaiting at the top was a large, intricate door. It was purple with many golden figures and patterns grafted onto it. What lay beyond is what you can deduce with your brilliant 'stating-the-obvious' skills is Celestia's office.

>You walk up to the door and knock on it with a large, golden knocker. You hear a voice from inside projecting out a loud but pleasant "come in." It's now or nothing. You open the door.

>As you walk in you see a large desk neatly covered in stacks of papers, ornaments, and behind it a large chair in which Celestia is sitting. She's giving you a warm smile. She's large, but not fat. More... amazonian in nature. Her skin is a nice caramel tan and quite smooth. Her hair's wavy and long and accented with bright pink, green, and blues. Her all around figure resembled that of a supermodel, but very natural. Lastly, she wore a classic dress in resemblance to an old Greek or Roman emperor. It was fitting to say the least.

>She continued to give you the caring, motherly smile as she motioned for you to sit down. Her eyes were sparkling. You sit on the couch behind you, parallel to the desk.

>"Hello Anon, I'm glad you could make it. Now, I'm sure you're wondering why you're here. I've summoned you to discuss your current interactions with Mrs. Mash and Vinyl."

>Your palms begin to sweat.

"H-how did you kno-" you begin to ask

>"I can see most things that happen in my kingdom. As you know, magic isn't commonly used during our daily lives, but it is possible among those skilled enough to use it. I'm sure you've seen Vinyl use it once or twice in the past?"

>You nod and she continues "I use my magic to keep a tab on anything that invites my concern. And recently, I've been concerned with you. I am aware that you've started seeing someone, and that takes a lot of commitment. This means you can't be interacting in such a way with other men or women. I'm aware it's not your fault that you have urges. You just need to learn to control your urges, or get them all out. That's why you're here today. I'm going to help you clear yourself of all your urges."

"Oh Princess Celestia, I'm sorry! I swear I'll never do it again, jut please let me liv- wait." you look up at her. "What?"

>"I'm going to satisfy you. I believe that I can make it so you no longer have temptations or cravings." she got up and sat down next to you. "I'm going to let you do whatever you want with me for the next two days."

"I- uh, huh?" you ask astounded, mouth agape.

>She smiled again and said "Don't worry, I know this must all be strange and confusing, but I assure you this is strictly business and only friendly. And please, call me Celestia."

>She got up, turned to you and beckoned you to follow her. You removed yourself from the couch, still a little dazed, and stumbled after her. She led you out of her office and down the stairs. Once the initial shock wore off, you juggle a few questions around in your head. You selected one to ask and began breaking the ice.

"So Celestia, you've done this before?" you inquire nervously

>"Only once, and that was with a guard. You're the first of my subjects I've tried this with." she replied

>Awkward conversation took it's course as you two trekked your way through the castle and up to her Chambers.

 

>When you arrived at Celestia's chambers, you notice a grand door very similar to the one that filled the entryway of her office. The key difference is that this one had no handle or knocker, but a large golden Sun plastered on it's surface. The Princess touched the center of the Sun and a loud click came from within the door. The rays of the sun pulled in as they made a circular motion around the star, and the entire door halved.

Quite an intricate lock for someone's bedroom, you thought.

>As the door opened, you caught a glimpse of the Royal bedroom. It was massive yet cozy, and easily the size of your Apartment. The walls were covered in a soft cream color and the floors were made of solid marble. The room had a table of average dining room size, a couch, a fireplace large enough to stand in, and a King Sized bed made of the finest materials. The farthest wall to the left had large panoramic windows and a door that led to a balcony, which was covered in outside furnishing.

>Celestia walked in, and quickly turned to give you the motion to follow suit. You could hear the door close behind you with a loud thud as you entered. She walked over to the bed and placed her crown on the Nightstand, and then unfastened her top. She turned to you and asked "Are you ready to get started?"

>"M-mhm" you reply sheepishly.

>You feel a mixture of excitement and guilt. The up side is you're about to tickle and maybe snu snu the princess. The down side is that you're cheating on Vinyl once again, purportedly for a good cause. You look at the princess and she's giving you the best bedroom eyes she can muster.

>"Alright Anon, if you'll come here and tell me what you want, we'll begin. There's no need for shyness, I already know what you like." she kicked off her shoes and removed her top completely. The lump in your pants says hello as you waddle over to the bed.

>You sit down on the bed and look over at Celestia. She offers you a comforting smile. She can sense your unease.

>"Anon, the last thing I want you to feel is guilt. I know you feel uncomfortable with this plan, so if you want it to cease just say the word. I don't mean to take Vinyl's place, I just want to offer you some relief. If you wish, we'll stop this right now."

>You look down at your feet, taking her words into consideration. You toss them around in your head for a while, but realize that the little bit of excitement you were feeling before is starting to take hold (also, people who are reading are probably getting restless from the lack of tickling.) You look back at her, stare her straight in the eyes, and grab her waist with a light pinch.

>"EEeee" she squeals, obviously taken off guard from the sudden grope.

"If you really think it could help, then I say let's do this", you assert, blushing.

>You motion her to put her feet up on your lap first. No need to start out full force.

It's more satisfying to take your time, you think.

>She placed her extremely soft feet on your lap, moving them lightly over you crotch to give you a nice brush. You inspect her feet before going in for the kill. They're soft and large, just like her. She's barely ever on them, as their appearance shows. You can tell how often they're pampered just by the smoothness of their bottoms. You stroke up the bottoms just enough for her to notice and she gives a little twitch of the foot. You take you fingers and spider up from her heels to her toes. This elicits another twitch and a little titter. Your fingers skate across her skin like they were soft butter.

>You urges overtake your modesty as you lift up her right foot and lick it heel to in between the big toe. She lets out a giggle as she shakes from the strange sensation. She lays back on her bed and grabs one of her many pillows. She squeezes it tight as you continue your merry work, blushing and giggling into it.