>You are Anon, the only human in Equestria.
>You're fairly certain everyone secretly hates you.
>Twilight Sparkle, Princess of the Library, has recently made a royal decree booting you from your house and moving you into Canterlot Palace.
>Her reasoning? Celestia is stressed, so you go unstress her.
>For some reason, the ponies in Ponyville really like you.
>You can't fathom why. You often insult them and play mean spirited pranks on them for a giggle.
>Maybe they have some kind of abused girlfriend hivemind mentality.
>You've heard about the stressed sun princess dilemma. Ponies never shut the hell up about it.
>Apparently the griffins are being dicks with their trade agreements and the minotaurs are getting a murder-boner for Equestria
>You stand outside of Celestia's chambers, wondering how the hell you were supposed to unstress a fucking sun-raising goddess.
>The guards by the doors eye you, but you pay them no mind.
"Hey, Celestia! You in there!?"
>You already know she's in there, you can hear things being knocked around in there.
>"A-Anon?" You hear her call.
>You didn't think she would remember you. Well, may be she would, what with you being the only one of your kind. But you didn't think she would remember your voice.
>"Hold on a minute!" You hear her call.
>Celestia opens the door. You feel proud of yourself for not reacting outwardly towards her appearance.
>She looked like a wreck. Her mane, normally flowing serenely in the wind, is now erratic and frizzy.
>Her eyes have very noticeable bags under them.
>Her tiara is askew, slanted slightly to the left.
>Her smile is so forced it makes your facial muscles ache just looking at it.
>"Hello, Anonymous. What- uh, what brings you back to Canterlot?"
"Well I wanted to visit and thank you for all you've done, but you weren't at noon court."
>"Oh, my sister took over for the day" she glanced over her shoulder (wither?) back into her room. "and perhaps the next few days as well."
"You busy?" You ask innocently.
>"That is an understatement, dear Anonymous."
"Too busy for company?"
>"I..." she bites her lip, clearly conflicted. "I... can multitask I suppose. Come in."
>You oblige and walk through the door that she closes and locks behind you.
>Your eyes widen marginally at the sight of her room.
>Her large desk is absolutely filled with papers. Tiny words fill the pages without breaks.
>You see many spent ink wells scattered around the desk as well as quite a few broken quills.
>You look back at Celestia, her body fully revealed, and you can't say you're surprised.
>Her feathers are messy and askew.
>Her left hind horseshoe is missing.
>Barely sparing you a glance, she trots back to her desk and her horn lights up, dipping a quill in some ink. She started reading diligently.
>"So how has Ponyville been treating you? Has my former student gotten you settled?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of her paper.
"You could say that." You grumble. "But us...are you alright, Princess?"
>She glanced in your direction. "Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"
"You ah... you seem a little frazzled."
>"I can assure you I am fine, Anonymous. It's not like I haven't been busy before."
>You smirk. You know exactly what to do.
>You leisurely walk behind the princess.
"If you insist, princess." you shrug. "But it seems to me that you could use a break."
>"I'm fine, but thank you for your concer-oooohhh" She trails off as you begin massaging her shoulders/withers/whatever the fuck that thing her neck is connected to.
>The best way to handle stress is a good massage.
>You come to the revelation as to why Twilight chose you to 'unstress' the princess.
>You briefly worked at the Ponyville Spa as a masseur to earn extra bits.
>Your name got some fame within the town, seeing as of all the species yours was probably bound to be the best at that kind of thing.
>Thin, but firm dexterous fingers and what not.
"Are you absolutely sure you don't need a break? Not even fifteen minutes of relaxation?" You coyly ask.
>"I- I, ooohh... You've made your point, Anonymous." She concedes, slumping slightly.
"Please call me Anon. No one but you uses my full name. Now, would be so kind as to lie down on the bed?" Damn you're smooth.
>Celestia reluctantly gets up and trots over to her ludicrously sized bed. Her wings ruffle a bit more than usual, but you wager it's just the out-of-place feathers. Maybe you could preen her too.
>She lies down, and you crawl onto her bed with her, and begin straddling her back.
>You get to work immediately.Your fingers dance across her flesh, pressing into all of the tense spots. Her posture relaxes immediately, and she begins to let out moans to encourage you.
>Were it anyone else in any other situation, you would call her moans lewd. But such a thing is ridiculous. She's Princess Celestia, the least lewd thing in the entirety of the country.
>Then you noticed her steadily stiffening wings.
>Oh.
>Oh dear.
>Rainbow Dash has told you more than a few dirty jokes regarding the infamous 'wing boner'.
>You look down at Celestia's face to see a heavy blush, her eyes closed tight.
>Shit.
>"You're rather skilled with your fingers, Anon." She says, opening her eyes to give you a disturbingly seductive look. "Makes a mare wonder what else they can do~"
>You freeze like a deer in headlights.
>The most powerful being in the country is coming onto you.
>You quickly begin running down your options.
>One; bite the bullet and give her the D.
>Two; make like a tree and get the fuck outta there.
>Pros and cons of option one.
>Pro; bragging rights among your pony friends.
>Pro; maybe a good dicking will help her stress.
>Con; she's a horse.
>Con; unwanted attention could come from this should it get out.
>Con; she's a fucking horse.
>Con; you're not sure if you could handle a relationship with someone so important assuming this starts a relationship.
>Con; she's still a fucking horse.
>Con; Jesus think of the age gap.
>Pros and Cons for option two.
>Pro; you refrain from fucking a horse thus keeping a tiny amount of our dignity in tact.
>Con; you could hurt the princess's feelings.
>Con; you don't know when the next opportunity to get your dick wet will come.
>Con; your refusal could stress her out even more.
>You realize your options are limited.
>But you really liked your Ponyville house, and Twilight is holding it hostage.
>Time to bite the bullet.
"Then let me show you exactly what these fingers are capable of~"
>You died a little inside.
>It happened so fast you couldn't even track it with your eyes.
>One moment you're awkwardly straddling her back giving a massage, then you're on her back, sun princess straddling you shoving her tongue down your throat.
>Her body is writhing on top of yours. She feverishly pushes into the kiss, her disturbingly long and thick tongue dominating your mouth.
>She frantically inhales your scent during the slippy kiss, smearing her snout with a combination of your saliva and hers.
>You had no idea she was this desperate.
>This is the most depraved kiss you've ever had.
>And it is only the beginning.
>She breaks the kiss and sits on top of you. Her horn begins glowing.
>In a flash your shirt is literally torn from your body and discarded. Your pants and underwear share a similar fate.
>"You have no idea how long I've waited for something like this to happen." She moans into your ear.
>Considering her age, you can guess.
>She turns around on top of you, shoving her rump into your face while she stares down at your member.
>You both feel and hear her sharply inhale the scent of your manhood.
>Your half-boner is confused about the turn of events, unsure if it should be turned on or not.
>You share your penis's plight.
>You look beneath her raised tail to witness perhaps the wettest vagina you've ever seen.
>Not the first horse-vagina you've seen what with the Equestrian's preference for nudity, but it is the first aroused one you've seen.
>You see her pink nub winking in and out of her black slit furiously. She wiggles her rump in anticipation.
>Droplets of her arousal pitter-patter upon your torso, strangely quite a bit warmer than you've expected, like the fluid came form a bath rather than an incredibly aroused pussy.
>It's far too late to back out now.
>You trace her outer lips with two fingers.
>You're hesitant to put your mouth on or in her.
>You don't question her cooch-based hygiene, it's just that... well you're still put off by the whole "she's a horse" thing.
>Meanwhile, Celestia seemed to have finished smelling your dick.
>She begins giving your manhood long licks.
>You slide two fingers inside of her, a little bit disturbed at how much she is gripping at them.
>Her internal muscles spasm and milk your fingers, attempting to suck them in deeper.
>Her insides feel boiling hot. You're certain that isn't normal.
>You begin thrusting your fingers in and out of her while you use your other hand's index finger to toy with her clitoris when it pokes out.
>She stopped licking and began sucking on your cock, which is now at full mast.
>You curl your fingers inside of her, mindful of your nails (you don't need a repeat of your first time, after all). You take special care to brush your fingers against a peculiar rough spot deep in her.
>She moans around your manhood, her juices flowing in frankly absurd amounts onto you.
>The fluids are beginning to feel uncomfortably hot, as if they're heating up the more aroused she is.
>She lets go of your cock, gasping for breath.
>"I-"huff"I need y-you inside me! R-right now!"
>Once again moving too fast for the eye to follow, Celestia's head is over you.
>She's looking down at you with a frankly terrifying grin and lust-filled eyes.
>She needily grinds her hot, wet snatch on your dick.
>She's wet enough for even that to have a lewd 'schlick' noise.
>Her horn glows and her chestpiece clasp is undone. She quickly tosses the item away, it thumping heavily on landing.
>She flicks off her three shoes with dismissive motions.
>She shakes her head, dislodging the crown from her head to the other side of the bed.
>She starts furiously tongue kissing you again with no warning.
>Her horn glows, and you feel your dick aim upwards.
>With a quick backwards thrust, Celestia takes you inside her.
>Her wetness makes initial penetration frictionless, but you were unprepared for exactly how fucking strong her vaginal muscles are.
>It felt like somebody dipped their hand in really hot water and began squeezing your dick as hard as they could.
>Celestia let out a very long moan while her forehooves snaked around your neck.
>She wasted no time aggressively riding you.
>While she slammed her pelvis on you repeatedly, she switched from simply moaning out loud, passionately kissing you, licking your face (what the fuck), and feverishly sniffing your face and chest. You were beginning to wonder if that sniffing thing was something all ponies did or just her.
>All the while her moans were growing louder and louder.
>Her moans were now approaching screams in terms of volume.
>She was slamming herself down on you with a rather painful amount of force.
>Her vaginal walls continued clamping down on your dick hard enough for you to wonder if she had taken some kind of genital steroids before this.
>You aren't sure if the creaking you're hearing is coming from the bed or from the floor the bed rests on.
>Her secretions are getting hotter, to the point where you're beginning to feel like your crotch is burning.
>It felt good but in a very, very painful way.
>Her screams were reaching deafening levels.
>You felt your end coming near.
>From the spastic nature of her wall's contractions and the volume of her frantic gasping screams, you could tell she was close as well.
>Good God you hoped she wouldn't be up for round two.
>Her hips were a blur they were moving so fast.
>The sound of wet, fleshy rapidfire slaps filled the background of her blissful screams of passion.
>Then she came.
>She clenched down painfully on you, her walls ferociously massaging your length like no tomorrow.
>She clutched you to her barrel while she continued thrusting.
>You felt a rush of boiling hot liquid spew out of her entrance, her motions serving to practically spray it all over your lower body and legs. It was burning hot to the point where your skin turned red on contact with it.
>She screamed. It was the loudest scream you had ever heard in your entire life.
>You finally let go, your seed filling her freakishly hot, strong and needy snatch.
>She continues thrusting, though much more gently, her screams having quieted to simple gasps leaving your ears ringing.
>Eventually she stopped thrusting and gave to simply unconsciously grinding into your softening member, which still resided in her.
>She clutched you like a body pillow, burying her head into your shoulder and sighing wistfully.
>Your pelvis was bruised, your dick was burned and constricted, and your ears were ringing.
"Holy shit."