>It's a bright and vibrant day in Equestria as you slowly walk through the halls of Canterlot castle.
>The halls are a beautiful white, with numerous ornate windows letting in more than enough light to make it feel like the outdoors.
>Finally arriving at your destination, you push open the enormous door and peak in.
>Celestia, the princess of the sun waits in the middle of the room.
>Smiling, you step inside.
"Knock knock Celly. Were you lonely in here alone?"
>"Oh, umm, greeting Anonymous. I was just waiting on you."
"Mmm, I know you were." You say while closing in on the white pony before placing your hands on her cheeks. "So, are you ready?"
>She backs away a bit in response before speaking.
>"I am not so sure about this Lady Anonymous. I have never lain with a female before. It's been many decades since I've even known the touch of a stallion."
>Moving forward again, you begin rubbing her neck as you speak.
"Honey, it just sounds like you're pent up."
>"I simply-"
"Shh, no arguments. Trust me, this'll be good for you."
>Your fingers trail the princesses sides as you walk casually behind her, sending a nervous shudder through her.
>However, you hit a road block when you find her tail clamped firmly over her nethers.
"Aww, that's alright." You say while patting her haunches. "It's fine to be nervous."
>Pulling into contact with her rear to prevent a kick, you dig your fingers into her haunches and rake them back.
>She jumps a bit in surprise.
 
"See? So tense! Just relax and let me do all the work, you can pay me back later."
>Carefully sliding your hand under her tail, the princess offers significant resistance to it being moved, but otherwise does nothing to stop you.
>Under her tail sits your prize. A long, black skinned slit protruding from the body with an equally protruding pucker set into that unique pit horses have.
"Very pretty Celly! I love your contrast."
>"Umm, thank you?"
>Deciding to get this started, you gently place a hand over her slit and gently rub.
>The princess' tail once more clamps down, pinning your hand to the warm flesh.
>Looking forward, you see the red faced princess looking at you from the corner of her eyes.
>Responding with a smile, you casually circle your finger in the recess around her bits.
>Her colorful tail raises on reflex, allowing you access.
"There we go!" You say as you lean in and plany a small kiss on the bottom of the bare skin.
>Her tail flicks, but quickly settles on the back of your neck.
>Ramping things up, you prod your tongue just past her entrance and drag it up.
>The princess sidesteps, pulling your face from her juicy hindquarters.
>She looks back with worried eyes.
>"I am sorry lady Anonymous, but I simply cannot-"
>You quickly silence her with a sharp blow to her cutie mark.
"Now Celly, you don't need to worry, but I need you to cooperate."
>Giving her a pet on the withers, you drag your hands over her until your hands are once more on her haunches.
 
>Careful not to claw them again, you slowly drop down to her belly.
>Lavishing attention onto it, you work forward and soon find your hands on her inner thighs.
>The fur thins as you move up, reaching her teats.
>Her hooves lift slightly and fall, the princess stamping nervously as you fondle the small mounds of flesh.
>Your head draws closer as her legs now squeeze lightly on the side of your head.
>Stopping, you take a moment to appreciate the sensations around you.
>The light fuzz of her legs brushes your face with every twitch of her strong yet lithe muscles, and the musty, hay-like smell of excited mare fills the air around you.
>All this is multiplied by the impressive heat radiating from her.
>Moment over, you fingers find themselves planted into her haunches as you take one of her teats into your mouth.
>Celestia lets out a gasp as you begin suckling the small, perky nub.
>To your surprise, the white coated mare leans into you, allowing more of the small mound of flesh into your mouth.
>For several minutes you suckle her as if you were her own filly.
>As she calms and begins accepting your work, you begin adding to your ministrations.
>Tongue work, more suction, even a little bit of teeth.
>She responds simply with small, anxious hoof stamps and tail swishes.
>Moving a hand behind her, you begin stroking her wettening sex to prepare her for your switch.
>When you feel a wink, you decide she's ready.
 
>Standing, you pet the Princess's neck.
"Very good girl Celly. I told you it would be fine, didn't I?"
>"I am a princess, I will not be talked to like-"
>Her quiet, uncharacteristic protest trails off into nothing before she can finish it, and you decide to simply push forward.
>Moving behind her, you casually brush her tail out of the way and kneel.
>Looking her over, you see her bits have puffed up a bit with excitement.
>Not wanting to wait longer, you press your face into her warm hole and get to work.
>Your tongue drags up and down her slit, occasionally darting past her dark lips.
>It's not long before she begins winking, and you take the chance to give the nub a nice lick.
>This however, has the opposite of the desired effect.
>Your little horsey swings her rear away from you and clamps her tail down as hard as possible.
"Aww, is pet still nervous?"
>She gives an annoyed, distinctly equine snort, which is quickly cut short when you grab her tail.
>You're met by significant resistance however.
"Aww, is pet over thinking it again?"
>"I am not your-"
"Don't worry, I know exactly what to do."
>It doesn't actually take much effort at all to overpower her tail, but you have to hold it out of the way as you reposition yourself.
>Before she gets the idea to try moving again, you break out your trump card.
>Your tongue connects with the outer walls of her prominent pony pucker.
 
>Instantly, her tail shoots up and to the side, allowing you access as a primal grunt shakes through her body, but never escapes her mouth.
>As punishment for her moving and indecisiveness, you decide to draw this out before she's allowed release.
>Thankfully, she's very, VERY clean, so you taste nothing as your tongue circles her tight little doughnut.
>Celestia goes so far as to spread her legs for your ease while her front end actually drops to the ground.
>Slowly, your tongue circles closer and closer to her center as Celestia lets out a stream of moan after moan.
>Through it all however, she's never able to cross the line to orgasm, being instead held right on the cusp of release.
>Finally, shes had enough, and decide to go back to the main course. But not before giving her a send off by gently prodding her hole with your tongue.
>Moving down, you spread the lips of the panting, rapidly winking mare and bring your mouth to her inviting entrance.
>You happily explore her interior, but make frequent stops to prevent her from going all the way into a full blown "maregasm".
>After one especially close call, it's time to end it.
>Giving her a moment to come down, you plant you latch onto her large, winking button, preventing its retreat.
>Without giving her any warning, you begin suckling the large clit as happily as you did her teat.
>Her rear rocks a little, forward and back, and side to side.
 
>You're forced to press your face more firmly into her folds to hold on without your teeth hurting her, but you manage.
>With a loud whinny, the sun princess maregasms, letting out a large amount of fluid across your face.
>It invades your senses. You can taste a bit of its feminine yet animalistic taste. But more noticeably, it's thick, musky scent fills your nose and burns in your loins.
>Sticky with mare cum, and incredibly aroused by what must surely be a large amount of pheromones in the air, you continue your work.
>Suckling the twitching, sensitive clit, you give her no rest. She paints you a second, and then a third time with her juices.
>As her fourth rolls around, you pull off the overstimulated flesh and catch as much of the yellow tinged cum in your mouth.
>Rising to your feet, you look over your work.
>The fur of Celestia's hindquarters and tail is matted down and discolored with her own fluids, the rest of which sits below her in a large, sex smelling puddle.
>Stepping forward, you help the exhausted alicorn to her hooves.
>"Mmm, I dare say you were right Anony-"
>Planting a deep kiss on the mare, you force the entirety of the stored fluid into her mouth.
>She's surprised, but doesn't resist.
"I knew you'd like. Come along pet, we should get cleaned up. You can...thank me properly later."
>She blushes, but nods as the two of you head off for a nice bath.