>You walk among the halls of Canterlot Castle, wandering aimlessly.
>Dinner was over, and both princesses had retired to their respective chambers.
>You, on the other hand, were always up for more after dinner.
>You ever checked that door on your left?
>Open.
>Nothing.
>Close.
>Why was this castle so boring?
>If there was one thing you didn't like about this castle, it was the fact that absolutely fucking nothing happens here.
>You passed Celestia's room like you usually did at this point, making note of the soft panting you heard inside.
>...wait, soft panting?
>That's new.
>Being the nosy fuck that you are, you decide to walk right back to the door and grab the doorknob.
>Opening the door very slowly, you peek inside the crack of light that appears from inside the room.
>There's Celestia, laying on her bed and-
>Oh.
>Oh wow.
>She's masturbating.
>Her face is flushed and there's a magical aura around her horsepussy.
>And she's panting quickly.
>Damn.
>In front of her is a book, but you can't read the title.
>All you can see is a square shape on the front.
>You try to push the door open a little more, but you're met with a really loud creak from it.
>Celestia stops, and your eyes meet.
>It's a very tense few seconds.
>"ANONYMOUS, GET OUT!"
>The book in her magical grip is tossed at you with tremendous speed.
>You're quick enough to dodge it, but the door in front of you slams shut, her magical aura encased around it.
"You should've locked the door, princess!" you yell.
>You receive no reply, and decide to check out the book she threw at you.
>It had landed backside up, so there was no telling what it was.
>Picking it up, you turn it around, and-
>Cakes?
>A cookbook for cakes?
>What the fuck?
>You open up the book and look inside, finding huge, detailed pictures of several different cakes, cupcakes, and other various treats.
>Did Celestia have a cake fetish?
>Was she SERIOUSLY fapping to this?
>You thought you'd seen it all in horseyland, but this...
>This was something else.
 
>About a month or so after the...incident, you had almost completely forgotten that Celestia was an avid sweets fetishist.
>Then, something happened a couple days ago that made you remember.
>"Princess," a mail carrier had said, "among this mail is an invitation to a Sweet and Greet party at the Canterlot Rose Gardens."
>The princess reacted quickly, a small blush on her face.
>"Please respond to them that I won't be able to attend."
>"Oh, okay. I'll tell them you won't attend a party for charity."
>"For charity?" Celestia asked.
>"Yep. The sweets are all going to be donated by chefs from around Equestria, and the profits will go to charity. Your presence there would make the party a lot more popular."
>The sun pony bit her hoof, a distressed expression on her face.
>"I-I...oh, never mind. Tell them I will attend."
>This had all happened in the dining room, right in front of you.
>Were you going to pass up an opportunity to see Celestia squirm with sexual tension?
"Hey, tell 'em I'm coming, too."
>Of course not.
>"W-wait, Anonymous, you can't just-"
>"Okay, got it. Celestia will be arriving with a guest. One Anonymous. Done."
>The mail carrier ran off to deliver the reply.
>Celestia shot you an evil eye so evil, you almost regretted what you said.
>Almost.
>Now that the day had arrived, you were smiling like a smug fucker on the ride to the gardens, Celestia clearly uncomfortable with where you were going.
>"Anonymous, I know what you're thinking."
"You do?"
>"Yes. Just know that I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself. Don't even try anything funny."
"But what I'm thinking about IS funny."
>She huffs, crosses her hooves, and looks away from you.
>The carriage you ride in passes a cloud, and you point to it.
"Hey, is that a cupcake?"
>"Where!?"
>She searches frantically in the direction you're pointing, then realizes what you're doing.
>She glares, and turns her back to you.
>Boy, today was gonna be great.
 
>The carriage landed softly in the gardens, and you and Celestia step off, greeted by the smells of several freshly baked treats.
>Celestia's knees are already wobbly.
>You're sure that if she was exposed to more, her pussy would be wet instantly.
>Entering the actual gardens, you're greeted by several things.
>Ponies.
>Cakes.
>Cookies.
>Pies.
>Candies.
>Brownies.
>The stuff that really fattens you up.
>Celestia gulps and walks further, being greeted by who you assumed was the host.
>He looked like your typical rich pony: Monocle, suit, the works.
>"And who might your guest be, princess?" you hear him ask.
>"Oh, this is Anonymous."
"Huh?"
>"Well hello Anonymous, nice to meet you. I'm Fancy Pants."
"Hey, it's a real pleasure to be here," you finish with a bit of an evil snicker.
>Celestia watches you closely.
>"So, why don't we all take a look at this marvelous sweets created by our very best? Maybe we'll spend a bit for charity too?" he finishes with a chuckle.
>Fancy Pants goes off on his own, but before you can follow him, Celestia pulls you aside.
>"Anonymous, I mean it. NO FUNNY BUSINESS. We're here for the party and that's it."
"But I thought you'd appreciate it with your-"
>She covers your mouth with a hoof.
>"DON'T say it."
>You reply with a shiteating grin, barely seen behind her hoof.
>"I'm going to try my best to just enjoy the party, Anonymous."
>She takes her hoof away and walks off, doing her best not to pay too much attention to the sweets.
>Well, just because you couldn't screw with her directly didn't mean you couldn't watch her.
>Or try to subtly mess with her.
>Whatever happened, you wanted to see the princess embarrassed.
>Why?
>For the lulz.
 
>You are Princess Celestia.
>Hopefully, you've shooed Anonymous away to the point that he doesn't get any ideas.
>Of course, you were always prepared for anything with him.
>"Princess?"
>You looked down.
>There was one of your little ponies; a chef to be exact.
>He beamed up at you.
>"Princess Celestia, have you seen my creation yet?"
"I'm afraid I haven't. I wish I cou-"
>In an instant, the chef brings over his treat: one large cake.
>It was no mere cake, though.
>A chocolate cake with a strawberry frosting coat, dabbles of cream, white icing used for decorative purposes, and lots and LOTS of strawberries.
"I-I..."
>Your loins tingled.
>You looked away before you could reach any further level of arousal.
"I-it's wonderful, my little pony. I'd definitely try it if I weren't so busy at the moment."
>"Busy?"
"Yes. Busy. I must find my guest, Anonymous."
>Before the stallion can reply, you scurry away.
>That cake...
>It really was wonderful.
>Too wonderful.
>Everything here could be described in the same way.
>Even glancing at these snacks was enough to arouse you a little.
>Why?
>Why did this party have to exist?
>Just smile, donate some bits, talk to nobles, then leave.
>That's all you had to do.
>That's all you would do.
>Just ignore all the sweets and the tingling sensation in your genitals, no matter how strong that feeling gets.
>"Princess Celestia!"
>Here we go again.
"Hello there, my loyal subject!" you greeted with a smile.
>In an instant a plate of brownies is almost shoved in your face, and you get urges once again.
>"Chocolate chocolate chip brownies with chocolate syrup, chocolate frosting, chocolate shavings, and chocolate squares baked into one little square. Nifty, huh?"
>You were close to hyperventilating, each ingredient listed bringing you closer to shoving one of these brownies inside you.
>Your heart beat quickly and sweat began forming on your forehead.
"Y-yes, very creative."
>"Have one on the house, princess!" the chef told you, floating a brownie over to you.
>You take the brownie in your magic, appreciating the treat.
>It was so beautiful.
>Just looking at it started to arouse you.
>Quick, eat it before you get too horny!
>You take a bite of the brownie, and find that eating it is MUCH better than looking at it.
>All the textures blending together, the richness of the flavor, everything about it was just-
>"Princess, are you okay?"
>You're brought back to the world of the living by your subject's voice.
>"You've been standing there blushing and smiling for a minute now."
>The brownie has too much power over you.
>You probably would've lost control had it not been for this pony.
>You scarf down the rest of the brownie as fast as you can, then look at the chef with a smile.
"It was delicious."
>She clopped her hooves together, excited by the answer.
>"Thank you, princess! I knew you'd like them!"
>"Like" was definitely an understatement.
>Nodding, you leave the happy chef to her devices, trying to find an escape from this torture.
>This sweet, pleasurable torture.
>...get ahold of yourself, Celestia.
>Just avoid anymore amazing treats.
>Stick to ones you won't go crazy over, and you'll be fine.
>Looking around, you try to find something, ANYTHING, that looks tame.
>Cakes stacked a few feet high.
>Cookies decorated with the most exotic ingredients.
>Ice cream sundaes and sandwiches topped to the brim with sprinkles and nuts.
>There were no minor treats, and your genitals knew it.
>The pleasurable sensation began to surge through your body as you observed all of these fine delicacies, and, to avoid further arousal, you shut your eyes.
>Anything to get away.
>Maybe you could tiptoe to the side of the party with your eyes closed.
>Staying on the sidelines was a good way to avoid the action, after all.
>You lifted your hooves and moved in whatever direction they carried you, hoping there would be no accidents.
>"Princess, please try my food," you would hear as you walked.
>At the moment, you didn't give a flying feather if you came off as rude.
>Escape was near, or at least you thought it was.
>There was no telling with closed eyes, after all.
>It didn't matter, though.
>All that did matter was that you were losing that tingling feeling, and that was a good sign.
>Keep moving princess, keep moving.
 
>You are Anonymous again.
>You have been watching Celestia struggle against her urges.
>It was truly disappointing that there was not even a drop of marejuice coming from her horsepussy, even with all of these sweets.
>Currently, the sun princess was walking around with her eyes closed, trying to find a way out.
>She didn't realize how vulnerable this made her.
"Hey," you say to a random chef, "think I could get one of those cupcakes?"
>"It'll be 15 bits."
"15 BITS!? ...fine, here," you grumble, grabbing some coins from your pocket and tossing them her way.
>"Thank you sir," she said, pocketing your money, "Enjoy your cupcake!"
>You take one cupcake and place it on a plate.
>What you had in mind was great: just get in front of her, making her think she hit the wall, and then she'd open her eyes to a cupcake.
>...wait, even better.
"Hey," you say again to the chef, "take one of these cupcakes and follow Celestia."
>"Why?"
"Because it'll make her more eager to eat your treats if she's surprised. Just stay behind her."
>The chef shrugged, and grabbed another cupcake.
>You moved to the next stall, and asked the same thing of that pony.
>And the next.
>And the next.
>And the next.
>Soon enough, the entire party had samples of their food on plates, each of them following the princess around.
>Your job almost done, you move in front of Celestia to finish it.
>Stepping in front of the sunhorse, you waited for her to bump into you.
>This would be grand.
 
>You are Celestia again.
>You think there might be an end in sight, if only you opened your eyes to see it.
>...too tempting.
>Keep going until you hit a wall.
>Your hooves were the only thing to guide you, so using them properly was key.
>Feeling around, you keep moving, until eventually you brush up against something.
>Is it a wall?
>"Oh, hey princess."
>Anonymous.
"Anonymous? Am I at a wall of some sort?"
>"Yep. Not sure why your eyes are closed, but you can open them. You'll be fine."
"Okay, here I go."
>On the count of 3.
>1.
>2.
>3.
>Your eyes open.
>They meet a grinning Anonymous, a large, sprinkled cupcake in his hands.
"NO NO NO NO!"
>You try to turn around and run, but are met by every chef from the party.
>Each of them are carrying their respective treats.
>Cakes.
>Cookies.
>Brownies.
>Donuts.
>Anything, all frosted, sprinkled, decorated, and all sorts of things.
>It was too much.
>Seeing all of these at once pushed you over the edge, and you felt yourself reaching climax.
"GuuuUUUH!" you shouted, releasing the pressure that bothered you so much.
>You had just orgasmed in public.
>As you had expected in this situation, your subjects looked at you curiously.
>The blush on your face couldn't have been hotter.
>"Huh," you heard Anonymous say, "guess you couldn't handle it."
>You turn your head back to give him a look to kill all life, but are shocked to see what exactly you had done to him.
 
>You are Anonymous yet again.
>Celestia has just bumped into you.
>Time to begin.
"Oh, hey princess."
>Her ears perked up at your voice.
>"Anonymous? Am I at a wall of some sort?"
>You could barely stifle your laughter.
"Yep. Not sure why your eyes are closed, but you can open them. You'll be fine."
>A few seconds passed, and when she opened her eyes, she immediately got a face full of cupcake.
>Her eyes widened tremendously and she almost tripped over her own hooves.
>"NO NO NO NO!"
>She turns around, leaving you to view her now winking, glistening horsepussy.
>She's only met with all the treats of every chef.
>You almost begin laughing, when Celestia lets out a noise of some sort.
>It went, "GuuuUUUH!"
>That's when your eyes went back to her genitals.
>They seemed to squeeze together, and then-
>*SPLORT!*
>...
>...
>She just jizzed all over your face.
>And man, a LOT came out.
>You lick some of it with your tongue, checking its flavor.
"Huh," you say, taking a finger to your face to dab some of her marejuice onto it, "guess you couldn't handle it."
>She turns around, likely ready to kill you, but is surprised to find you spreading her marejuice on your cupcake with your finger.
>She almost cringes when you take a bite.
"Not bad, not bad," you tell her, patting her shoulder.
>Celestia, likely in both embarrassment and horror, instantly teleports away to parts unknown.
>The chefs look at you, bewildered.
>"Did...did she just produce her own frosting?"
>Were these ponies sexually retarded?
>Oh well. Roll with it anyways.
"Yep. Tastes good, too. Wanna try?"
>A chef comes up to you and and wipes some mare juice off of your face, spreading it on his cake.
>He takes a bite, and his expression shifts to an excited one.
>"This is delicious!"
>At his remark, several more chefs come up and take jizz off of your face, spreading it on their treats and tasting it.
>Their reactions are the same.
>"Unlike anything I've tasted before!"
>"Truly a magnificent flavor!"
>"Never has something been so rich!"
>So you take it all of these ponies are virgins.
>"Tell us, Mister Anonymous, how did you get her to produce this frosting?"
>Oh, so now they wanted you to share the recipe.
>Speak man, speak!
"Oh, uh, I just showed her a bunch of treats. She liked them so much that she wanted to make her own frosting flavor, and she did. With magic, of course."
>"Astounding!"
>"Of course!"
>"Why didn't we think of this before?"
>Holy shit, what did you just do?
>"I'm going to send her some cakes every day now!"
>"I'm going to ask her to send me some in a jar!"
>"I'll make sure to get some on my cookies!"
>No way.
>No fucking way.
>These chefs were going to keep Celestia in a constantly horny state to get her marejuice as frosting.
>Some were already grabbing parchment and quills from a nearby table.
>You have just done something.
>Whether it will be good or bad, you did it.
>Deciding your work was done, you left for the castle, chuckling at the countless amounts of chefs getting ready to send Celestia their baked goods.
 
>The next day arrived, and you had talked with Celestia.
>She wasn't happy.
>She had shown you how angry she could actually get, having yelled at you for a good two hours about your actions.
>You didn't care.
>In fact, you kinda laughed at how mad she was, and laughed even more when she got angrier at your laughing.
>Needless to say, she wasn't in the mood to talk to you.
>Breakfast was awkward, with Luna noting Celestia's death gaze towards you.
>You just ate like nothing was wrong.
>"Mail call!" shouted the usual mail carrier, bringing the bag of mail he usually had.
>Today, it was unusually big.
>Here goes.
>He opened up the bag, bringing out several packages with letters attached to them.
>Celestia was naturally curious about all of the packages, and read the letters that came with them.
>"Frosting?" she asked, setting down one of the letters.
>Luna shrugged, and continued eating.
>She opened up one of the packages, finding a small, boxed cake, decorated with all sorts of frostings.
>"AnonyMOooOUS!" she tried yelling over another climax.
>You bolted from your seat and out of the dining room, laughing like the motherfucker that you were.