Ahhh...
>You sigh softly, lying in-state amongst boundless ivory linens.
>Your taut stomach, pleasantly full of your favorite foods, feels comfortably warm.
>It has certainly been a long day for a pet.
>Exercise, mealtime, grooming ..."walks"...
>You certainly took advantage of your little jaunts, making careful mental assessments of society and culture within the capital city.
>Celestia seems more brazen about showing you off as of late.
>Although your time in this world has been brief, you can glean some appreciation of your current standing with the ruling class.
>Certainly not all is unfortunate here.
>Playing your little role has kept your position firm.
>...but a man must not lose sight of his goals.
There is still much to do.
>You whisper inaudibly, looking down across your freshly washed physique.
>Changing focus, you silently admire yourself in the trickling twilight.
>The scene brings back memories of slightly fonder times; back in your own grandiose bedchambers.
>Times when several pairs of delightfully feminine eyes hungrily devoured every inch of your muscular skin.
>Times when you set the schedule for your own "entertainment" from your submissives.
>Closing your eyes, you reminisce about bountiful experiences from your human world.
>Each Baroness wonderfully carnal; each Lady a jewel in your crown.
>A slight smile creeps across your face.
>The  buxom, blushing virgin Priestess from the Meadow of Butterflies...
>A shamelessly lewd and barbaric Queen of Wolves from the thunderlands...
>The wicked, yet sophisticated, purple-haired Duchess from rotting Corpsix Swamp Keep...
>Not to mention your wonderfully loving concubines; eyes each a color of the rainbow.
>Dancing mental imagery of your sexual domination sets your heart alight.
>Before you know it, blood is soon coursing through mighty veins lower and lower down your anatomy.
>Inevitably, your manhood begins to rise.
>Your length slowly reaches outwards and quickly extends farther than your tell-tale Celestial lioncloth.
>Taking a moment to savor the sensation of fine silk along your tender glans, the elegant cloth quickly becomes crumpled along the base.
>Gingerly, you reach a hand down and palm yourself.
Mmmm...
>You sigh, the feeling of heat pouring off your skin.
>It has been far too long since you've experienced this sort of relief.
>Perhaps now, during your "alone time", would be the perfect opportunity to indulge.
>You take a generous amount of saliva in your remaining hand and move it to meet your thickness.
>Going back-and-forth from mouth to masculinity, you eventually coat yourself in a fine layer of slickness.
>Your erection now easily towers over both hands.
>Feeling the cool air of the room licking against your pride, you lodge yourself firmly against the plush mattress.
>It only takes but a moment for your brain to dive back into fantasy.
>Massaging yourself, you quickly select a favorite ex-lover and get to work:
>"Ohhh, King Anonymous..."
>The Duchess of Ivory and Violet hisses devilishly.
>"H-how dare you...*ah!* exert suuuuuuch *umph* privileges  on my oo-OHHHH-wn ancestral lands?"
>Deep in concentration, you can almost recall every inch of her wonderfully tight womanhood framed marvelously in elaborate lingerie.
>Rapidly, your brought the masochistic aristocrat to her umpteenth peak of the night.
>"Nnngghhh...Anonymous..."
>Yes, so damn tight.
>You grip her wrists harder, forcing deeper inside.
>"Anonymous..."
>You can feel yourself swelling thicker as she coos your name.
>"Anonymous!"
>Your eyes shoot open and your body freezes.
>That certainly wasn't the voice inside your mind...
>A set of off-rose orbs are locked on your exposed form.
>They belong to none other than the Princess of the Sun.
>A moment of silence permeates the air, punctured only by your heavy breathing.
>You were careless; now was not the time to let your guard down.
>"It would seem as though my pet has yet to expend his energy for the night."
>Regally, your "Owner" expands her wings and marches slowly over to your exposed position.
>She stops a mere foot from your sprawled legs, looking down her long muzzle.
>Your eyes still locked with Celestia's, you slip into your stoic demeanor.
>"My goodness,"
>She begins softly, putting on a far more formal tone than you were expecting.
>"Such raw masculinity. Long have I wondered; now I shall have my first answer."
>The Goddess' chest rises and falls, almost as if in time with her flowing ethereal locks.
>Realization strikes your mind as the spark in her pupils flashes across your glistening girth.
>Celestia may be of a different species, but still manages to convey mareish desire behind a mask of sophistication.
>Hands still locked firmly on your member, you feel it twitch with need under her regal gaze.
>A twitch not unnoticed by the Solar Princess...
>Princess Celestia flares her nostrils, curling her upper lip for a split second and taking in the scent of your arousal.
>"What are you waiting for, my darling pet?"
>She grins with hormonal satisfaction, triggered by your  overwhelming scent.
>"Continue..."
>Celestia's long-simmering curiosity about your sex takes over her mind, and she bobs her neck gently in encouragement.
>You play dumb, flexing your muscles and silently staring into thousand-year pools.
>Unsure if you understand her intent, Celestia lowers her muzzle and nudges your hands.
>"Come now, Anonymous...you are safe with me."
>Desperately, the Princess attempts to galvanize your arms into motion.
>Although unexplainably stricken with arousal, Celestia is cautious.
>She cannot afford any ill-effects from your unknown virility, and decides to take her experimentation slow.
>Reluctantly, you resume your masturbation, much to the joy of your royal observer.
>"Yesss, that's it,"
>The Solar Princess rears up, placing her forehoves next to your waist.
>"Pleasure yourself for me."
>Although your reminiscence has been broken, your lust has not, and you use a finger to gently trace along your shapely ridge.
>Your other hand retrieves a dollop of saliva, and resumes its pumping.
>Celestia looks on, noting every movement with a stone-face; she attempts to conceal her excitement and arousal.
>Almost as an afterthought, the Princess looks over her shoulder and makes sure the chamber doors are secured with a bit of magic.
>You smirk internally.
>Celestia is apparently easy to distract when her "mood" strikes.
>You decide to experiment yourself with your "Master's" emotions.
Ohhhh...
>You groan lewdly, spreading your legs further and giving the Solar Ruler a better look at your heavy package.
>Upon hearing your moans, Celestia's feminine urges alight with long-restrained need; she winks unseen.
>You can see the lust in her eyes, and smell the musky scent of horse-lust in the now stagnant air.
>You've been in stables before.
>She cannot fool you.
Grrrraaahh.....!
>You cry out, flexing your glutes and pumping more blood into your bulging shaft.
>Celestia only looks on in awe, masked poorly by her royal demeanor.
>The Sun Goddess admires your flexing muscles and sheer penile length in increasing reverence.
>"Far too much..."
>The Princess mumbles through pursed lips.
>You aren't sure if Celestia's talking about your actions or your virility.
>Neither is she.
Mmmmph!
>You've been victim of her flirtatiousness many times in the past...
>Her suspicious prodding when you were "asleep".
>Her naughty winking when alone in chambers.
>Her suggestive tone when calling you "hers".
>Time to make her pay a bit.
>Your mind slips into a primal state as you imagine your manhood diving into Celestia's tight tunnel.
>Having no idea of the sensations, you akin in much to that of a woman's own fertile garden.
>Knowing your body better than any woman or mare ever could, you quickly feel yourself approaching your peak.
>Celestia's breathing increases noticeable as she tastes the air.
>"Keep going."
>She whispers pleadingly.
>"Let me see what such a 'human' creature might do."
>You put on a show, flexing and groaning, putting great effort into building pressure deep within.
>Celestia relishes every second of her pet's ministrations.
>She cannot contain her moist and squelching winks, embarrassed by how terribly aroused an unknown animal could make her.
Ummmphhhh...
>Your head swells fiercely, and a tingle runs from the base of your spine to the tip of your crown.
>Princess Celestia sees this, and aware of the male form, anticipates your copious release.
>Now was the time to see her pet's true talents...
>With a long groan, you squeeze your member's base and stroke upwards in a long, fluid motion.
>Aiming perfectly, your first massive spurt coats the Princess' face in warm cream.
>Startled, Celestia lets out a moan in surprise and unleashes a torrent of mare-pre onto the marble floor.
>The next thick rope sears even further, arcing over Celestia before dripping down her horn.
>Your mighty quads and biceps tense, bulging with veins as the next stream of hot love impatiently rushes into your shaft.
>Finally coming to her senses, Celestia rears higher as the third spurt ropes along the underside of her neck.
>The thick line somewhat succumbs to gravity and splatters along onto your abdominals.
>Finally, after what seems like an eternity to the Princess, your voluminous orgasm tapers off.
>Your broad chest is now coated with a thick layer of fertile cum.
>Celestia, wide-eyed, is unable to contain herself.
>"M-my talented pet...my virile Anonymous..."
>She stutters out through a fierce blush, managing to give you a serious look.
>"Seems to have dirtied himself quite a bit with his obscenely copious expulsions."
>The Solar Mare cranes her neck downwards, her facial of pearl glistening against snow-white fur.
>You lay still, anxious to see her next move.
>"Let's clean you up."
>Deliberately, the Princess slithers out her broad tongue and laps a rope of semen from your chest.
>Her eyes lock with yours through the elegant motion; she rolls her prize into her gullet.
>Celestia's pupils dilate, and she immediately dips for another taste.
>"So salty..."
>Your muscles shiver from her second lick, lengthier than the first.
>"So fertile..."
>Goosebumps cover your skin as Princess Celestia alternates between cleaning herself and you.
>"So...human..."
>She groans; the scent of musk floods your nostrils once more as Celestia's marehood leaks down her hind legs.
>Finally you are clean of your cream, every dollop now safely stored inside your "Owner's" hungry stomach.
>She smacks her lips, licking them in primal satisfaction.
>You enjoy the feeling of release, but after so long without orgasm, your manhood only wavers slightly before remaining firmly upright.
>"W-what in Equestria...?"
>Celestia questions as if in a stupor.
>"My big, strong, Anonymous is certainly full of surprises...and apparently still quite full of cream for his Princess."
>She finishes with a gentle giggle.
>You resist laughing yourself.
>It would look as if you've placed yourself into an awkward situation...
>"Truly, such a marvelous beast of a man. I must test your...capabilities...further."
>Celestia bites her lip, moving to her hooves.
>Your curiosity only rises.
>"Let's find a gentle, refined aristocrat to act as a caretaker to help with your 'needs'. I must discover whether or not a human can...impregnate...a pony before risking myself."
>You grin internally once more; a clever Princess.
 >"But until then,"
>Celestia licks your sensitive glans, targeting a thick pearl forming at the tip.
>"The royal throat should do quite nicely."
>You shudder with arousal, feeling a set of horseish lips surround your impressive erection.
>Throughout the night, you prepare yourself again and again to sate the Princess' great thirst with your generous fountain.
>Celestia, meanwhile, prepares herself again and again to receive your startlingly thick spurts of delicious, salty cream.
>What the future holds for your role as "pet", you do not know.
>You have your plans.
>You have your resolve.
>Yet only one thing is certain:
>You have your "Owner", your Celestia, in a potentially vulnerable situation.
>A situation you intend to take full advantage of, should the need arise...
END