[Anon/Celestia] Anon the Manwhore Part 2

>You crack your eyes open, blearily making out the intricate marble ceiling.

>The first thing you notice is how tremendously sore your pelvic area is.

"Oooowwww" you groan.

>You move your hand down to touch your sore crotch area, and quickly withdraw with a hiss.

>You look down to see the damage.

"Holy fuck."

>Your entire pelvic area looked just as painful as it felt.

>Everywhere around your crotch is bruised,

>Your dick, your crotch, a lot of your lower body and some speckles on your upper torso were colored red like a sunburn.

>Heheh, sunburn.

>You realize all of the red spots correlate to where Celestia's ejaculate had sprayed.

>They burned to the touch.

>Your ears still felt a little sore too.

>You sincerely hope that was sufficient enough to relax her, because you are NOT doing that again.

>You realize you're alone in the bed, and that Celestia's discarded clothing had disappeared. She must have had things to do.

>You idly wondered how long you were out for.

>You awkwardly sit up wincing the whole way. You looked around wondering where your clothes went.

>Then you saw some tattered cloth on the floor.

>Oh yeah, that's where they went.

>Man, Rarity's going to be pissed.

>You get up from the bed and walk over to the balcony door's yellow curtains.

>You quickly rip the curtains down and wrap them around yourself like a toga.

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>You walk towards the door to the hall, awkwardly trying and failing to keep the curtain from brushing up against your burns too much.

>You notice on the way that her work area that had previously been cluttered seemed much neater than before.

>You open her door and stick your head out into the hallway.

>You look to your left and see one of the guards from earlier looking at you with open-mouthed shock.

>A rare sight for the infamously stoic Solar Guard.

>You look to your right and see a very similar expression on the other guard.

>It was about at this point did you realize that the room was not soundproof.

>The guards heard everything.

>Ev-er-ry-thing.

>From the lewd slaps and shlicks to Celestia's moaning and eardrum-shattering screaming.

>They heard you fuck their goddess's brains out.

"Uhhhh..." You say as you slowly step out into the hallway. "I'm just gonna.... yeah...."

>With that you quickly speed walk down the hall pointedly ignoring the stares at the back of your head.

>On your walk back to your temporary chambers you realized something.

>You fucked an important political figure and am now doing the walk of shame back to your room wearing nothing but her curtains.

>You're the slutty intern to Celestia's Bill Clinton.

>You're not sure how to feel about that...

 

>You are now Princess Celestia.

>And you have recently had the best sex of your life.

>Despite your age, you haven't had many experiences like that.

>Just a few from before your ascension, and you don't even recall reaching orgasm those times. It's been you and your hoof ever since you grew wings out of your back and became a princess. That was well over a millennium ago.

>Then Anon came along, insisting that you take a 'break'.

>Oh wow~ that was incredible. Are all humans that good?

>After your incredible dicking, you felt better than you have in a long, long while.

>You felt like you could conquer the world, your confidence boosted by being seduced by a handsome stallion(?) just like in the novels.

>You had to leave, to get things done. Your mind was clear after your release, and suddenly many things became easier.

>You drafted new, much better trade agreements for the Griffin Kingdom.

>And you've decided that a little aggressive diplomacy was required to get the minotaurs off the war front.

>After all, it would be a shame if all of their crops died due to a sudden lack of sunlight, driving their entire nation into desperation and famine.

>You wouldn't actually commit genocide like that, but they don't know that~

>Overall, you felt fantastic, and you weren't afraid to let ponies know it.

>You practically skipped through the palace, proud of your work and proud of the fact that you finally got laid after a thousand years of plowing your own fields.

>You wonder if Anon will agree to be your royal consort.

>You wouldn't mind having his kind of treatment every night~

>And perhaps every morning before the sunrise...

>And sometimes after lunch...

>Maybe, with the proper application of time dilation spells, in the middle of court...

>You blushed and lowered your tail a bit more than usual. You were getting wet just thinking about it!

>This whole experience awakened a new, hornier you.

>But that's okay, because Anon would surely satisfy your desires.

 

>You are Anon again.

>You are currently lying back on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

>You heard chatter from ponies passing your chamber doors that Celestia miraculously solved everything that had been plaguing her recently, and looked positively giddy whilst doing so.

>The fruits of your labor are more bountiful than you expected.

>You still kind of feel like a whore.

>Maybe if she was a human, you'd feel like a pretty lucky dude.

>Hell, if she was the sore one rather than you, you'd feel less like a bitch.

>'Cuz regardless of who was penetrating who, you were the bitch in that bedroom.

>Your groin still hurts.

>Your dick feels like it got dipped in acid then hit with a hammer a few times.

>Fucking a goddess comes with a price, it turns out.

>At least you 'destressed' her.

>A crackle of energy followed by a purple flash indicated that Twilight Spergle had decided to just let herself in.

>Your groin is much too raw to even consider flinching. You just keep staring at the ceiling like a shell-shocked veteran returning from 'Nam.

>"Anon? I've heard so much good news!" You hear the annoying purple thing squeal. "Celestia's back to her old self, maybe even better! How did you do it!"

>You didn't answer, you just kept staring at the ceiling.

>"Anon? Helloooo~?" You saw a purple hoof wave in front of your face. "...What are you wearing?"

"Celestia's curtain."

>"...Why are you wearing Celestia's curtain?"

"Doesn't matter. Can I go home now?"

>"But why are you-"

"Teleport. Home. Now. Please. I really need a shower and some burn ointment."

>In a flash of purple, you see your chamber's ceiling get replaced with a familiar house's ceiling.

>Followed by nausea, your burns acting up, and falling a few feet to the wooden floor with a thud.

>You groan in pain, slowly moving your hands to cradle your genitals. You flick your eyes over to Twilight, to see the mare giving you a very bewildered stare.

>"Do you... need any help?"

"Nah I'm good." You moan through the pain.

>"Seriously, Anon. What happened? Why are you cupping your... area like that?"

"I reeeaally don't want to talk about it."

>"Are you sore because you did a slapstick comedy routine to cheer the princess up?"

>Good God that might be the most naive thing you've ever heard.

"Well my stick and a lot of slapping was involved, but it wasn't very comedic."

>Twilight just looks at you, her brow furrowed.

>"That just raises more questions!"

"Does it? Does it really?"

>"Yes! I mean, what could possibly involve slapping, sticks, and the prince-" she stops, eyes widened.

>"You didn't."

"I did."

>"Are you telling me you-"

"Yeah, I fucked the princess."

>Twilight just sputtered, forming many different incomplete words.

"Though in hindsight, she fucked me much more than I her..."

>"How does- wha- whe- WHAT!?"

"Yeah imagine how I feel."

>"But- but, you can't! She's Princess Celestia! You can't just have sex with Princess Celestia!"

"Tell her that. She came onto me."

>"W- bu- I don't-" She stopped, her expression blank and her eyes empty.

>Then she started laughing.

>"Hahahahah! You're such a kidder Anon! You really had me going there for a second. I mean, Princess Celestia? Really? If you had said Rainbow Dash or somepony else I would have believed you buuut..."

"I'm not kidding. Plus I'm fairly certain Rainbow Dash is a lesbian."

>"Seriously, Anon. You just can't have had sex with Celestia."

"Why?"

>"Because Celestia is a virgin, and everypony knows that. She wouldn't give her virginity to some ap- I mean some random stallion."

>You scowl.

"First, she was totally not a virgin, second, you were going to say ape, weren't you."

>"I don't know what you're talking abo-"

"Fine. If you don't believe me, ask her yourself. Or better yet, her chamber guards." You smirk. This outta be good.

>"You know what, I will!" With that, she teleported out of your house.

>You smile evilly. You've discovered the silver lining of this situation.

 

>You are now Stout Shield the Solar Guard.

>You have spend the past four hours of your shift trying desperately to forget what you heard during your post.

>Your fellow guard, Steel Wing, had been doing much of the same, based on his expression.

>Well not necessarily his expression, it being as stoic as always, but it was the look in his eyes.

>The same look you had.

>The eyes of a broken stallion.

>You both heard Princess Celestia, patron of the sun, ruler of Equestria, eternal mother figure to all of her citizens, get defiled.

>You heard her get defiled loudly. And messily. By an alien. And she enjoyed it.

>When it's really quiet, you can still hear the fleshy 'slaps' resounding in your ears.

>Your ears that didn't stop ringing from the clearly orgasmic scream your ruler gave until the first hour had passed.

>It's like suddenly your whole life is a lie.

>Because it's just been confirmed that Celestia has a vagina.

>Everypony knows that, but only now do you really realize the implications of that.

>Celestia has a vagina.

>And it got pounded. By an alien.

>Stopthinkingaboutitstopthinkingaboutitstopthinkingaboutitstopthinkingaboutit-

>*ZZAP*"Hey, did you two hear-"

"I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT IT!"

>You slap a hoof over your mouth, staring in shock at the princess's protege that had suddenly teleported in front of you.

>She stared at you, confused and surprised.

>You clear your throat.

"Yes, your majesty?"

>She giggled nervously. "You know what, it's not important.." She said, lighting up her horn. "I'll just be going then."

>In a purple flash, she's gone.

>You looked towards your fellow guard, who was staring at you.

>"I think I'm going to take a few sick days after my shift ends..." He says.

>You sigh.

"Me too..."

 

>You are now Twilight Sparkle.

>You have recently been told the most ridiculous lie.

>Your rather vulgar extraterrestrial friend claimed to have sexual relations with a diarch of Equestria.

>Which is preposterous, of course.

>He challenged you to prove him wrong.

>So you shall.

>After an awkward encounter with Princess Celestia's chamber guards, you decided to ask Princess Celestia herself. Surely she would be quick to shoot down such terrible lies.

>The sun had set and noon court was over, meaning that Celestia was most likely within her dining room with her sister.

>As a fellow princess and her former student, she surely wouldn't mind you interrupting just for a moment to prove somepony (somehuman?) wrong and to shoot down any rumors that may be started from such false accusations.

>With this in mind you teleport into hers and Princess Luna's dining room.

>"Twilight!" She says, her eyes marginally widened from mild surprise. "What brings you here my former faithful student?"

>Celestia and Luna sat at a needlessly long dining table with various food items. Poor Luna looked very tired.

"I'm here to shoot down some rumors before they start" you declare.

>Celestia's brow furrows.

>"Whatever do you mean?"she said, taking a sip from her tea.

"Did you engage in sexual intercourse with Anonymous the human?"

>Celestia freezes mid sip.

>Luna immediately began laughing hysterically, all evidence of her previous fatigue disappearing in her mirth.

>You don't understand. Is this some kind of inside joke?

>You look back at your former mentor, expecting to see a mildly shocked look on her. After all you did ask a somewhat halting question, but it should be no trouble considering she didn't have sex with Anonymous.

>Right?

>Celestia had lowered her teacup, blushing.

>It must be some kind of magical alicorn illness.

>Because Princess Celestia does not blush.

>"S-sister!" Luna managed through her hysterics. "I had heard rumors of your voice booming throughout the Palace but I had dismissed them!" She broke down, slamming the table with her hoof. "Didst thou- I mean did you- did you really finally lay a stallion, and forget to soundproof your chambers!?"

>Luna collapses from her seat, slamming the tile floor with her hoof trying to get her hysterics under control.

>You look towards Celestia, to see her looking away from both you and her sister.

"Well, those are just rumors, so we can discredit them now and forget this whole thing!"

>Celestia sighed.

>"Anonymous and I had sex."

"See? Now that I have your word we can set the recor- wait, what?"

>"I seduced and had sex with Anonymous."

>...

>...

>...

 

>You are now Princess Celestia.

>Your former student Twilight Sparkle has not moved for two minutes.

>Likewise, your sister has not stopped laughing.

>You suppose you can understand her mirth; you always were the 'pure' one.

>Twilight though...

>You worry for her.

>She hasn't even blinked.

>You shouldn't be surprised. She placed you on a pedestal, after all. Imagining you as a pony with needs like everypony else must be hard for her.

>Perhaps this spontaneous sexual escapade would turn her away from such unhealthy thoughts.

>"S-sister!" Luna wheezed, trying to stand.

>"Was he big?"

>Twilight fell to the floor, unconscious. Luna fell to the floor, laughing.

>Your hoof fell to your face.

 

>You are Anonymous.

>Twilight has yet to return to brag about how wrong you are, so either Celestia or the guards told her the truth.

>You are sitting on your bed with a new shirt and pair of pants on. The pants, however, are around your ankles as you currently have a bag of ice on your crotch.

>You are reading a Daring Do novel to pass the time, mostly just to find shit to complain about in it to piss off Rainbow Dash.

>You found a misused comma in the place of a semicolon.

>What's this? A typo? Oh you done fucked up now.

>Take that, A.K. Yearling!

>...Though you're a little curious as to how a creature without fingers could type.

>Now that you think about it, you've never seen a typewriter here. Don't they just duplicate books with spells after they've been written in ink?

>...Then why is there a typo!? Does A.K. Yearling really believe 'teh' is a word!?

>While you were internally raving over the impossible typo, you didn't notice Celestia silently beaming into your room.

"Fuck you, A.K. Yearling..." you grumble quietly.

>"Anonymo- I mean, Anon?"

"HOLY SHIT!"

>You jump, sending the book flying from your hands.

>You roll unceremoniously off the bed, the ice pack flying from your crotch onto the floor.

>You land face down on your rug.

>Onto your dick.

>Giving your already scalded dick rug burn.

"MMmmmmmmother fffffff..." you hiss, your eyes clenched in pain.

>"Oh I'm so sorry! Are you alright!?"

"Fine! I'm fine!" You say through clenched teeth, whilst mentally calculating the way to get up with as little dick movement as possible, and pull up your pants before the princess sees the damage.

>"Here, let me help you."

>You see a golden aura surround you, and you begin to float upwards.

>Fuck.

 

>You are now Princess Celestia.

>You are... at a loss for words.

>After putting your former student into her bed in her Palace chambers (she's a princess, of course she has chambers in Canterlot Palace), you decided to go to Anon ask him officially to be your consort.

>Not finding him in yours or his guest chambers, and not hearing word of him throughout the Palace, you decided to teleport to his house in Ponyville.

>You used a silent teleportation spell, as you are aware how startling regular sudden teleportation can be.

>You ended up startling him anyway.

>And when you helped him up you discovered something... troubling.

>His pants are dangling from his ankles, his arms at his sides, giving you a complete view of his groin.

>It is not pretty.

>Rather painful looking burns cover his entire pelvic region, a little bit down his thighs, and his lower abdomen (the rest is hidden by his shirt).

>Bruises mar the fronts of his hip bones, clearly from your own fervent thrusting in your passionate lovemaking.

>Even his penis was burned and even seemed a little discolored as if blood had been cut off from it recently.

>Did... did you do that?

>You had no idea your... erm, your fluids did that.

>You figured if it hurt, he would have made a sound.

>Why didn't he say anything?

>"Ahem."

>You blink, before quickly setting him down on his feet and looking away with a blush,

"I'm so sorry, I-"

>"Yeah yeah it's fine."

>You hear his clothes rustling and him hissing slightly, quietly chanting 'ouch' to himself.

>You look back at him to see he has pulled up his pants.

>A long silence follows.

>...

>He smacks his lips.

>"Well this is awkward."

>It suddenly made sense why he was so quick to go home.

>You enjoyed your session with him very much.

>He, however, clearly did not.

>This hurt you, but you didn't let it show.

>You've been hiding your emotions for over a thousand years, after all.

>No problem.

>This won't affect you.

>You clear your throat.

"I... came to apologize for the pain I've clearly caused as well as the... suddenness of my actions."

>"It's fine, princess."

"No, it truthfully is not. I lost control of myself and hurt you because of it"

>You say that, even though at the time he seemed consensual.

>Was he just afraid to refuse you?

"As... enjoyable as our session was- for me, anyway, I fear it must be our last. I have many duties and not much time to be spent on long term relationships."

>That was a lie. You have time. You'd like time to get to know him. He came during your hour of need with hopes of comforting you. You really, truly would like to get to know him as your consort.

>But he wouldn't want that.

>And he would probably be too afraid to refuse should you offer, just like when you seduced him.

>"I understand, princess." He said with a nod.

"Yes, well I thank you for your time and your forgiveness, Anon. I must be on my way. I need to make up for lost sleep."

>"Have a nice night, Celestia."

>You smiled softly.

"You too, Anon."

>With that, you teleported.

 

>You are now Anonymous.

>That went well!

>It was just a one time thing. She didn't want a relationship!

>That meant that you cured her of stress, got some bragging rights to hold over the head of pretty much every pony you meet, and didn't have to go through another pelvis-creaking session with her!

>You smile. Everything turned out better than expected.