>Your are Anon
>You are in a private train car, traveling through the Minotaur Motherland
>You sit next to Celestia
>You look boredly out at the bland landscape as it zooms by
>You don’t know why Celestia brought you on this trip
>You decide to ask the burning question
“So, princess, why’d you bring me on the trip?”
>”You hold value in negotiations with other races. It shows I have compaction for all creatures, no matter how strange.”
>She looked forward and talked in an authoritative voice. She was in diplomat mode
“Wow, thanks, real self-esteem booster.”
>You feel a hoof on your shoulder
>”Anon, you know you’re important to me.”
>She gives you a heartwarming look, making you smile
>You have spent a lot of time with Celestia since you arrived in Equestria
>She felt that your being here was her fault, even though it wasn’t
>She has been trying to help you get home ever since one of the young pupils from Celestia’s school for gifted ponies teleported you here by accident
>You haven’t had the courage to tell her you don’t really want to go home
>A guardspony trots up to Celestia and bows
>”We will be arriving is Moscow shortly.”
>Fuck this place and its shitty pun name
>It’s cold and dreary, just like Russia back home
>The train hisses to a halt and you follow Celestia off the train
>A chariot is waiting for her outside of the station
>You and her climb into it
>”Alright Anon, I’ll do all the talking, you just stand there and look pretty.”
>You roll your eyes
>Celestia was surprisingly flirtatious, although she has never acted on her comments
>The one time you tried to make a move on her didn’t end well
>You arrive at the Royal palace shortly
>As the large double door entrence opens Celestia give you a smile and you return it
 
>The doors swings open to a grand entrance hall
>Two minotaurs hold out trumpets and play fanfare as you proceed down the well decorated corridor
>Fancy tapestry hangs from the ceiling and stained glass windows covered the walls
>At the other end of the hall two thrones sit atop a raised platform
>A minotaur fills either throne
>On the right, an elderly male with a large, brutish physic. A large moustache adorns his tired looking face. A thick robe covers his body and a shine golden crown adorns his grey-haired head
>To his left, a younger female, but not by much. She wears a large dress that leaves a lot to the imagination. Her hair was done up in two large buns, a tiara siting between them. She has a very bored look on her face
>Celestia has told you that the meeting was just a required formality
>You’d be staying in the barracks with her entourage of guards
>You arrive at the foot of the platform and drop to one knee
>Celestia and the minotaur king start the monotonous proceedings
>You try to stay focused, but find your eyes wondering around the hall
>A door behind the thrones swings open and another minotaur comes running out
>This one catches your eye
 
>A young girl with a slightly muscular build. She is wearing a frilly pink dress. The dress can bearly contain her breasts as she runs and you can tell she isn’t wearing a bra
>You stare slack jawed for a moment before snapping yourself back to a professional composer
>But you can’t stop yourself from eyeing up the minotaur
>She stops next to the queen and whispers something to her
>The queen leans in over and whispers something back
>By the look on her face you can tell she’s angry
>The new minotaur just nodded shamefully and smoothed out her dress, revealing more of her curves
>She pulls a tiara from her belt and places it between her horns
>You quickly avert your eyes
>You don’t know what would happen to you if you got caught ogling the Minotaur Princess, but you have a feeling it would be pretty bad
>But your poor judgment gets the better of you and you peek at her again
>Your eyes meet hers
>They are a stunning shade of hazel
>You both look away in embarrassment
>You look at the ground for the rest of the proceedings, which dragged on way longer then they should have
>Once the meeting ends the royal minotaurs take their leave, the princess trailing behind
>You can’t help but stare at her ample buttocks while she walks away, her tall swaying playfully through a hole in the back of the dress
>She turns back to you and smiles before disappearing through the door
 
 
>Celestia push her snout to your nose
>”I know what you thinking and don’t. Doing something stupid could compromise the peace of the kingdoms.”
>This is the first time Celestia has taken a harsh tone towards you, and it scared you
>You furiously nod, fearing saying something wrong
>”Good.”
>She turns away and goes through the door the minotaurs went through, clsing it behind her
>You fell a massive paw on your shoulder, nearly making you jump out of your skin
>You turn to see a large guard clad in leather
>He brandishes an abnormally large axe
>”I will show you to barracks.”
>You nod as he leads you through a different door
>The barracks is in the deepest reaches of the castle
>The rest of the royal guard is already there, each at their own respective bed
>Your light luggage was carried down by a friendly guard and placed on a bed
>You place your bag in the wooden footlocker at the end of the bed and sit down
>The bed is extremely uncomfortable
>The mattress was stuff with old, smelly hay and your blanket was a cut up potato sack
>You shift around until you find the most comfortable position, laying your head on the bear mattress
>Sleep very slowly takes you into its grasp
 
 
>You wake up to hay stabbing into you side
>You sit up and rub your eyes
>There are no windows so you have no idea what time it is, but everyone is still asleep so you assume it’s early
>You try to lie down and go back to sleep, but find yourself unable
>There is just enough light emanating from lit torch the other side of the door to let you see what you are doing
>You go into you bag and grab a winter coat
>You put it on, enjoying the newfound warmth
>You open the door and gently close it behind you
>The sentries stationed at the door pay you no mind as you groggily make your way through the corridor
>You are temporarily blinded by a flood of natural light when you enter the next room
>A covered walkway leads to the training grounds
>A light snow is falling and the cold stuns your already tired body
>As you walk down the walkway you hear feminine grunts coming from the training grounds
>Maybe one of the guards got up early
>You come to the opening of the grounds and see the source of the grunts
>The princess stands in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by ruined dummies
>Hay and wood are spread around the ground
>The princess is wearing a loose, raggedy blouse and a pair of patchwork slacks
>The clothes are stained with sweat
>She welds a sword much too big for her size
>A spring-loaded dummy pops up from a bush being her
>With one quick motion she splits the dummy in two
>She swings the blade with ease in a gracious flowing motion
>She catches you out of the corner of her eye and turns
>You freeze like a deer in headlights
>Without thinking you hide behind a nearby pillar
>”Come out.”
>She has a thick accent, but still understandable
>You hesitantly step forward and bow at her hooves
>”Stand.”
>You scramble to your feet
>”Were you spying on me?”
“S-spying? What? No, I…”
>She walks around you
>You don’t dare move, fearing that she would split your head open if you do
 
 
>You hear a dull thud behind you
>”Turn.”
>You don’t know why, but you like when she commands you
>You do as you’re told and turn around
>A sword lies on the ground
>”You are either warrior or spy. Pick it up. We fight.”
>She points to the blade
>You follow her orders and pick it up
>It’s almost too heavy for you to hold
>This is all happening so fast. You’ve never even held a sword in your life
>She charges at you, letting out a fierce battlecry
>With one swing she knocks the sword from your hands
>It sails to the other side of the courtyard
>She brings the massive blade over her head
>You try to backstep, but trip over yourself and fall on your ass
>Oh god, you were going to die
>She brings the gargantuan blade down, stopping it only a few inches from you face
>”You need practice.”
>She shifts the blade to her shoulder
>”You should also learn to control yourself in battle.”
>You give her a confused look
>She smiles and looks further down your body
>You follow her glance
>You realize that you have a throbbing hardon
>You quickly cover it with one hand while facepalming with the other
>She giggles at turns away
>”I could help you with your ‘Control issues’.”
>She makes a significant effort to shake her succulent ass in your face with those last two words
>She winks at you before walking away, leaving you sitting in the snow, embarrassed and cold
 
>After your embarrassing ordeal this morning you are reluctant to see the princess at the banquet tonight
>You sit down next to Celestia at the large table
>The royal family steps through a door at the end of the room
>Everyone stand and some applaud
>The king makes a motion
>Everyone sits and begins to pass around the food
>Fresh fruits and Veggies, but sadly, no meat
>They probably did that for the ponies
>You make small talk with Celestia while you enjoy your meal
>Every time you look up you make eye contact with the princess
>She’s wearing a teal dress and a cowl
>She doesn’t look comfortable. She would probably much rather be in her sweaty training clothes
>She smiles at you and waves
>You smile and wave back
>Something hits you in the back of the head
>You turn and see Celestia staring angrily at you
>”What did I say?”
“Sorry, Mom.”
>She smiles at your joke
>You always know how to make her smile
>That’s probably why she keep you around. That and she loves teasing you
>You see the princess excuse herself from the table
>You pay it little mind as you eat your meal
>After a few minute a minotaur places his hand on your shoulder
>”Sir, I think you may need to go to the bathroom.”
“What?”
>He increases his grip, nearly crushing your shoulder
>”I think you may need to go to the bathroom.”
“Bathroom, yeah…”
>You ask to be excused and leave the banquet
>The minotaur leads you down a series of corridors
>He opens a door and shoves you in, slamming it behind you
>You are indeed in a bathroom, and a rather elegant one
>The shower was running
>The water turns of and the curtain swings open
>In the shower is the dripping wet princess in all her glory
 
 
>She steps out, completely ignoring a towel
>Water drips from her D-cup breasts
>She saunters over to you, giving you a seductive look
>You just stare, dumbfounded
>Her massive hips sway back and forth as she approaches
>Without warning she slams you up against the wall
>She puts one hand on your throat and works the other down your body and into your pants
>She locks lips with you, forcing her tongue down your throat
>Your freeze in shock, but let the girls do her thing
>She grips you cock as you begin to wrestle her tongue with yours
>You place a hand on her massive breast
>The soft fur and tender flesh feel amazing
>Your finger plays with her delicate nipple
>She moans into your mouth
>She taste amazing, like fresh mint
>She probably brushed her teeth in preparation
>As you kiss her you remember what Celestia said
>You put your hands on her shoulders and push away
>”What? You don’t want?”
“It’s not that. This is just happening really quickly. I don’t even know your name.”
 
>”My name is Milla Hoofingrad of the Minotuars.”
“I’m Anon…”
>”Now that that is out of way...”
>She knelt down and yanked on your pants
>They slid down and you hard dick sprang out
>She gripped it and began to pump
>Her muscular grip felt great on around cock
>She began to lick the shaft, starting at the base and working her way up to the head
>She swirled her tongue around it before taking it in her mouth
>She slowly slid her lips down the length of your manhood
>You feel your cock hit the back of her throat
>She repositions herself so she could take more
>She stops once she has every inch in her mouth
>She looks at you and begins to hum
>The vibrations in her throat are so amazing you stand on your toes
>She removes your meat from her mouth, a string of saliva between the do
>She strokes your spit cover cock
>”You like?”
>You nod
>Your so close to cumming that you’re afraid to exhale
>You here a knock at the door
>Both your and Milla’s head snap to the door
>”Milla?”
>The voice of a man, deep and threatening
>”Yes father?”
 
>Your jaw drops
>If you get caught with the princess you’re dead… or worse
>You try to move, but the princess squeezes your dick, telling you not to move
>”Why did you leave the banquet?”
>”I just had to freshen up father, I will be back in a moment.”
>”Don’t take long, you need to make a good impression.”
>She stands and releases your cock
>”Yes father.”
>She waits a second, making sure her dad is out of earshot
>”Looks like we need to finish this later.”
>You nod, stroking your sore manhood
>She throws on a bathrobe and give you a quick kiss before leaving
>You looked down at your soaked clothes, mainly in the groin area
>You let out a sigh, no knowing how you were going to explain this to Celestia
>You decide to not return to the dinner and go to the barracks to get a change of clothes
>Celestia will be pissed, but not as much as she would be if she found out what you were doing
>You spend the rest of the celebration in the barracks alone, massaging your sore dick
 
 
>Guard started to file into the barracks, so in drunken stuppers
>You must have missed the alcohol
>One of them told you how furious Celestia was, which was, as he put it, ‘she was redder than her namesake’
>After most had settled into their beds a minotaur, the one that got you attention during the banquet, stepped in
>”Anon.”
>You stood and came to him
>He handed you a letter with the royal seal on it
>The minotaur took his leave and you went back to you bed
>You could feel something more than just paper in the envelop
>You tear the tab and flip it open
>A letter and what appears to be a piece of pink fabric
>You pull out the letter and unfold in. it reads:
Anon,
My apologies for cutting our meeting short earlier, but I think I have some time before I go to bed to finish what we were doing. My window will be unlocked. Feel free to stop by at any time.
P.S. I also gave you a little present, I was wearing these this morning while I trianed. Don’t worry, they haven’t been cleaned
Love, Princess Milla
>You pull the fabric from the envelope
>It was a pair of pink panties with a yellow trim
>You quickly hide them under the blanket
>You look around, making sure nobody was looking
>You bring the undergarment to your nose and take a deep whiff
>Its sweaty, pungent smell assaults your hostels, but to you it was amazing
>You wish you weren’t in a room full of men
>You’ve been blue balled for the past two days and needed some relief
>Hopefully the princess will do that for you later, if you don’t get interrupted again
>You wonder where the princess’ room is
 
>You stand in the training courtyard
>You look up and see an open window, a light shines from it
>It’s a few stories off the ground
>You scratch your head, wondering how she want you to get up there
>You look to the wall below the window
>Vines grow up the wall right past the window
>You tug on them
>They have grown firmly into the wall and the stalks are thick enough to give you a good grip
>Are you sure you want to do this?
>You think a good, long time
>Would you really risk your life for Mythological Creature Princess Pussy in the Magical Land of Equestria?
>Of course you would
>You grab the vines and begin your ascent
>You make it up about half way and look down
>An extreme sense of vertigo overcomes you
>The things you do for the pussy
>You refocus on your target and climb
>You reach the window and flop yourself in
>You huff and puff, completely out of breath
>You look up and see Milla
>She is lying on her magnificent bed
>She’s wearing a see-through red nightgown with black lingerie panties underneath
>No bra, as usual
>She raises an eyebrow
>”Difficult climb?”
 
>You regain yourself as she steps over to you
>”Now, where were we?”
>She locks lips with you
>This time you’re prepared for it
>You place your hands on her beautifully wide hips and pull her close
>You both begin to move towards the bed
>She sits you down and take a knee
>As she undoes your pant she looks up at you
>”I apologies for what I did to you early. Hopefully this will make it up to you.”
>You take of your shirt and throw it to the floor
“As long as we don’t get interrupted again, I’m sure it will.”
>She casually tosses your clothes aside
>Taking you half-flaccid penis in her hand she strokes it a few time to get it to full potential
>She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out
>She lets spit drip onto you cock, using her fingers to distribute it along the shaft
>She strokes it a few more times before putting he lips around the head
>She’s more conservative this time, only taking a little bit more in her mouth with each bob
>You feel the pressure begin to built
>You grit your teeth, tying to held back
>But your efforts are futile
>You grab her horns and slam her down hard, making her take the entire of you cock in her mouth
>Her eyes widen in surprise as you shoot your cum down her throat
>She tries to say something, but the vibrations only increase your pleasure
>Some of you juice spills out of her nose
>You retract your dick and let her breath
>She coughs a couple times and wipes her nose
>”I’m going to make you pay for that.”
 
>She shoves you onto your back
>She remove her panties and tosses them
>She starts crawling over your naked body
>She stops when here crotch is level with you face
>She sits up, placing her hands on your chest for balance
>Her cunt hovers over your face, glistening with moisture
>Some drips down onto your cheek
>You don’t hesitate to go to work, plunging you tongue into her
>She lets out moans of pleasure as you explore her depth
>You reach a hand up and gently pinch her nipple, cause a squeal from the princess
>She began thrusting her hip further down on your face, alwaying you reach further inside
>She let out a small scream with each thrust
>With on final push, she screams, reaching her climax
>Her feminine juices drip into your mouth and down your face
>She rolls off of you and lays on the bed, dazed from the ordeal
>You scoot your way next to her
>You grab her breast and rub your rehardened dick against her vag
“You ready?”
 
>She nods and you roll ontop of her, lining yourself up
>You rub your head along the length of the slit before teasing the hole
>You look at her and she nods
>You push yourself in
>Her cunt give you a bit of resistance, but you keep inserting
>You reach your limit, your cock pushing against the entrance to her womb
>You feel her wall constrict around you like a vice grip
>You look up to the princess
>She was gripping the bed sheets and was biting down on a pillow
“You okay? Do you want me to take it out?”
>”No, keep going.”
>You begin moving back and forth slowly
>After a few pumps she loosens her grip, allowing you to move more freely
>You begging thrusting more rapidly
>”Could you be more gentle please?
>Her tone is soft, like Fluttershy’s
“What? Too much for the minotaur princess to handle?”
>You look at her eyes
>She was legitimately in pain
>You resume your previous pace
“I’m sorry.”
>You lean in and kiss her tenderly, stroking her hair with the other hand
>She puts up a tough persona, but she’s actually rather tender and sweet
>It’s a requirement to be tough in Minotaur culture
>”You can go a little fast.”
>You oblige her and pick up the pace
>After a bit you fell yourself growing close
>By the way Milla was moaning she was closer than you
>You change your angle, aiming for the G-spot
>After a few thrust her walls clamp down on your cock again
>Her cum drips down your balls and onto the floor
>After a few more pushes your about to finish as well
>You pull out, spraying your seed onto her toned stomach
>You lie down next to her and put your arm around her
>Your both spent and drenched in sweat
>You nuzzle her soft cheek
“I have to go.”
>You stand and begin to pick up your clothes
>”Go? Why?”
“If I get caught naked with the princess your father will have my head and not the one on my shoulders.”
>”Oh, I understand…”
>Her sad tone tugs at your heartstrings
>You grab her by the horns and give her a deep kiss
“I’m leaving tomorrow, I would love to have you see me off.”
>”I would love that too.”
>You give her a quick peck on the forehead and head toward the window
>You step up onto the sill and turn back to Milla
>She smiles at you
>You blow her a kiss before descending down the vines and returning to the barracks
 
>You find yourself once again in the private train car
>Your staring at the window
>Princess Milla was standing on the platform, waving and wiping tears from her eyes
>You subtlety waved back at her so that Celestia wouldn’t notice
>You let out a sigh and slump down in your chair as the train pulled away from the station
>Celestia turns to you
>”Maybe you can have her next time.”
“Yeah, next time…”
>You cram your hand into your pocket
>To your surprise you find something there
>You pull it out in curiosity and hold it up
>It was the Princess’ panties
>Celestia looks at you in shock, her mouth agape
>Her expression quickly turned to anger
>A big shit-eating grin spreads across your face and you shrug
>Celestia slammed your head against the window with her hoof
>”You’re an idiot.”
“Hey, maybe they can fit you?”
>She eyes them, then shakes her head
>”No, they are way too small for my royal rump. I can give you a part of my panties when we get back, for size comparison.”
>You rest your head on her shoulder
“I’d love that.”
>She slams your head against the window again, but this time she giggles
>”Of course you would, idiot.”
End