Virgin Queen (celestias a virgin)

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i saw no bin posted in all of the links so i am assuming a binless paste

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>year three in Equestria

>since you found yourself in the strange land of technicolor talking pones you have been living in the castle at Canterlot

>when you were first found in the Everfree Forest just outside Ponyville, it was a sensation nationwide

>professors still come in every day to ask you questions about humanity, your history and culture

>physicians from Canterlot University Hospital spent the first year poking and prodding you, doing the magical equivalent of X-rays and CAT scans, taking samples of blood, skin, and hair

>your days are less painful now

>you eat breakfast every morning with Princess Celestia, just the two of you, quietly eating and talking

>you've become quite fond of one another

>perhaps more than fond

>some of the looks she gives you are hard to interpret

>in the sense that they're very obviously flirtatious

>but you aren't sure whether she's genuinely interested or just trying to set you up for one of the elaborate practical jokes she so loves

>regardless, she is beautiful, even if nonhuman, and very intelligent and kind, with a quirky sense of humor that you love

>besides, she is much closer to a human woman than anything you've seen yet

>the ordinary ponies are cute, but they make you feel protective, not attracted

>and you'd met female Griffins and Minotaurs

>and quickly decided that those species were not for you

>this morning the Princess seems to have something on her mind

>which seems unlike your normally upbeat breakfast companion

>"Anonymous, we're good friends, right?" she asks

"Of course."

>"Had you ever thought of, of," she swallows here, with a visible effort, "being more than friends?"

>you give her a strange room

>she blushes and continues gamely

>"I mean, we're on good terms, and I know you must sometimes feel lonely, being the only one of your kind here. And I think we enjoy spending time together, and, and..."

>she runs out of steam

>silently you stand up

>and walk around the table to where she's standing

>you gently put your left hand on her withers, and your right on the back of her head, and kiss her gently on the lips

>her eyes widen for a moment

>then she closes them and leans into you, unfolding a wing to put it lightly around your back

>she kisses you back hungrily

>and shoves her tongue into your mouth

>it's a freakishly big hoers tongue, too

>this is... a bit awkward

>you find that you are deep-throating her tongue after a few seconds

>and you break off the kiss

>and she looks at you with tears of joy in her eyes

>and says the last thing you expected the centuries-old monarch of a nation of millions to say

>her eyes pleading, in a tiny, soft, little-girl voice, she says, "Please be gentle with me."

>"I've never done this before," she whispers.

"I, uh. I would have thought..."

>"None dares approach me, and few are ever comfortable enough to be themselves around me," she says.

"But you haven't... ever, uh..."

>"No. Even when I was a filly, all those centuries ago."

"I don't know what to say. I'm very honored. I want this to be special for you."

>and you kiss her again, guiding her this time, nibbling gently on her enormous prehensile hoers lips

>she rather quickly gets the hang of it

>you join her on the couch

>and examine the Royal Girly Bits

>she moans and squirms as you trace the exterior with your finger, the bright pink tip of the Royal Clitoris emerging for a moment then retracting

>you slip a finger inside her, drawing a gasp from her, and just inside the entrance you find the Royal Hymen

>she squirms and pants as you explore her, then, suddenly throws a foreleg over your shoulder and hugs you to her with bruising force

>"Please don't stop, Anonymous, I--" and you feel her muscles clamp down upon your fingertip as she pushes her hips back and forth

>she is coated in a sheen of sweat now, and kisses you gently again. "Now, please," she whispers

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>you nod

>quickly stripping off your pajama pants

>you take up your position behind her and place the tip of your peanus against her marehood

>and slowly, gently, you begin to enter

>and stop

>because the Royal Hymen is unyielding

"Celestia?" you say

>she turns back to you, her eyes glazed with lust

>"Rut me," she says. "Here and now. Make me a mare, Anonymous. Please don't make me beg."

>and you try, with more force

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>one last try

>and the thousand-year-old Royal Cherry finally stretches and begins to tear with an audible popping sound

>eliciting a distinctly painful sounding shriek from Celestia

>and the blood

>oh god, this isn't right, there's not supposed to be this much blood

>you're spattered with blood from the waist down

>there's blood all over her pristine white hoers buttcheeks too

>blood running down her legs, blood on the carpet

>and she won't stop bleeding

>and she's glaring at you now

>they take her to the hospital for emergency surgery

>and throw you in the dungeon, charging you with rape

>in your cell you sit on the hard stone bench with your face in your hands

>and wonder if anyone will ever again feel bold enough to make an attempt on the Royal Virginity

>today was an unsexy day

 

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>you nod

>quickly stripping off your pajama pants

>you take up your position behind her and place the tip of your peanus against her marehood

>and slowly, gently, you begin to enter

>and stop

>because the Royal Hymen is unyielding

"Celestia?" you say

>she turns back to you, her eyes glazed with lust

>"Rut me," she says. "Here and now. Make me a mare, Anonymous. Please don't make me beg."

>and you try, with more force

>nope.jpg

>one last try

>and the thousand-year-old Royal Cherry finally stretches and begins to tear with an audible popping sound

>eliciting a distinctly painful sounding shriek from Celestia

>and the blood

>oh god, this isn't right, there's not supposed to be this much blood

>you're spattered with blood from the waist down

>there's blood all over her pristine white hoers buttcheeks too

>blood running down her legs, blood on the carpet

>and she won't stop bleeding

>blood begins dripping from her anus, also

>blood starts coming out of her nose

>she looks at you, fear in her eyes

>she opens her mouth to speak

>blood comes out

>blood runs out of her ears

>she weeps tears of blood

>blood is two inches deep on the floor and rising

>this shouldn't even be possible--

>wait a goddamned minute

"Celestia," you say, raising an eyebrow

>and she starts giggling

>"The look on your face just now. I should have taken a picture."

"Does this mean you don't want to, uh. You know..."

>there is a flash of yellow light from her horn and all the blood vanishes

>"You know about my weakness for practical jokes," she smiles. "But..."

>and she steps back to you, and kisses you again. "Now that I've gotten that out of my system..."

>and you return to the couch, and spend the morning kissing and petting with the most beautiful mare in the world, running your fingers through her soft mane

>and this time when you push inside her, she cries out your name and says "Anon, I love you"

"I love you too, Celestia." And you mean it.

>and this time when you fuck her, gently, tenderly, she shivers with joy

>and when both of you are exhausted you curl up on the couch with her for a nap

>today was a day of good feelings