Title:           Virgin Queen (celestias a virgin)
Author:          unwantedmlp
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First Edit:      Saturday 2nd of February 2013 02:37:34 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 2nd of February 2013 02:37:34 AM CDT

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i saw no bin posted in all of the links so i am assuming a binless paste
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>year three in Equestria
>since you found yourself in the strange land of technicolor talking pones you have been living in the castle at Canterlot
>when you were first found in the Everfree Forest just outside Ponyville, it was a sensation nationwide
>professors still come in every day to ask you questions about humanity, your history and culture
>physicians from Canterlot University Hospital spent the first year poking and prodding you, doing the magical equivalent of X-rays and CAT scans, taking samples of blood, skin, and hair
>your days are less painful now
>you eat breakfast every morning with Princess Celestia, just the two of you, quietly eating and talking
>you've become quite fond of one another
>perhaps more than fond
>some of the looks she gives you are hard to interpret
>in the sense that they're very obviously flirtatious
>but you aren't sure whether she's genuinely interested or just trying to set you up for one of the elaborate practical jokes she so loves
>regardless, she is beautiful, even if nonhuman, and very intelligent and kind, with a quirky sense of humor that you love
>besides, she is much closer to a human woman than anything you've seen yet
>the ordinary ponies are cute, but they make you feel protective, not attracted
>and you'd met female Griffins and Minotaurs
>and quickly decided that those species were not for you
>this morning the Princess seems to have something on her mind
>which seems unlike your normally upbeat breakfast companion
>"Anonymous, we're good friends, right?" she asks
"Of course."
>"Had you ever thought of, of," she swallows here, with a visible effort, "being more than friends?"
>you give her a strange room
>she blushes and continues gamely
>"I mean, we're on good terms, and I know you must sometimes feel lonely, being the only one of your kind here. And I think we enjoy spending time together, and, and..."
>she runs out of steam
>silently you stand up
>and walk around the table to where she's standing
>you gently put your left hand on her withers, and your right on the back of her head, and kiss her gently on the lips
>her eyes widen for a moment
>then she closes them and leans into you, unfolding a wing to put it lightly around your back
>she kisses you back hungrily
>and shoves her tongue into your mouth
>it's a freakishly big hoers tongue, too
>this is... a bit awkward
>you find that you are deep-throating her tongue after a few seconds
>and you break off the kiss
>and she looks at you with tears of joy in her eyes
>and says the last thing you expected the centuries-old monarch of a nation of millions to say
>her eyes pleading, in a tiny, soft, little-girl voice, she says, "Please be gentle with me."
>"I've never done this before," she whispers.
"I, uh. I would have thought..."
>"None dares approach me, and few are ever comfortable enough to be themselves around me," she says.
"But you haven't... ever, uh..."
>"No. Even when I was a filly, all those centuries ago."
"I don't know what to say. I'm very honored. I want this to be special for you."
>and you kiss her again, guiding her this time, nibbling gently on her enormous prehensile hoers lips
>she rather quickly gets the hang of it
>you join her on the couch
>and examine the Royal Girly Bits
>she moans and squirms as you trace the exterior with your finger, the bright pink tip of the Royal Clitoris emerging for a moment then retracting
>you slip a finger inside her, drawing a gasp from her, and just inside the entrance you find the Royal Hymen
>she squirms and pants as you explore her, then, suddenly throws a foreleg over your shoulder and hugs you to her with bruising force
>"Please don't stop, Anonymous, I--" and you feel her muscles clamp down upon your fingertip as she pushes her hips back and forth
>she is coated in a sheen of sweat now, and kisses you gently again. "Now, please," she whispers
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>you nod
>quickly stripping off your pajama pants
>you take up your position behind her and place the tip of your peanus against her marehood
>and slowly, gently, you begin to enter
>and stop
>because the Royal Hymen is unyielding
"Celestia?" you say
>she turns back to you, her eyes glazed with lust
>"Rut me," she says. "Here and now. Make me a mare, Anonymous. Please don't make me beg."
>and you try, with more force
>nope.jpg
>one last try
>and the thousand-year-old Royal Cherry finally stretches and begins to tear with an audible popping sound
>eliciting a distinctly painful sounding shriek from Celestia
>and the blood
>oh god, this isn't right, there's not supposed to be this much blood
>you're spattered with blood from the waist down
>there's blood all over her pristine white hoers buttcheeks too
>blood running down her legs, blood on the carpet
>and she won't stop bleeding
>and she's glaring at you now
>they take her to the hospital for emergency surgery
>and throw you in the dungeon, charging you with rape
>in your cell you sit on the hard stone bench with your face in your hands
>and wonder if anyone will ever again feel bold enough to make an attempt on the Royal Virginity
>today was an unsexy day
 
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>you nod
>quickly stripping off your pajama pants
>you take up your position behind her and place the tip of your peanus against her marehood
>and slowly, gently, you begin to enter
>and stop
>because the Royal Hymen is unyielding
"Celestia?" you say
>she turns back to you, her eyes glazed with lust
>"Rut me," she says. "Here and now. Make me a mare, Anonymous. Please don't make me beg."
>and you try, with more force
>nope.jpg
>one last try
>and the thousand-year-old Royal Cherry finally stretches and begins to tear with an audible popping sound
>eliciting a distinctly painful sounding shriek from Celestia
>and the blood
>oh god, this isn't right, there's not supposed to be this much blood
>you're spattered with blood from the waist down
>there's blood all over her pristine white hoers buttcheeks too
>blood running down her legs, blood on the carpet
>and she won't stop bleeding
>blood begins dripping from her anus, also
>blood starts coming out of her nose
>she looks at you, fear in her eyes
>she opens her mouth to speak
>blood comes out
>blood runs out of her ears
>she weeps tears of blood
>blood is two inches deep on the floor and rising
>this shouldn't even be possible--
>wait a goddamned minute
"Celestia," you say, raising an eyebrow
>and she starts giggling
>"The look on your face just now. I should have taken a picture."
"Does this mean you don't want to, uh. You know..."
>there is a flash of yellow light from her horn and all the blood vanishes
>"You know about my weakness for practical jokes," she smiles. "But..."
>and she steps back to you, and kisses you again. "Now that I've gotten that out of my system..."
>and you return to the couch, and spend the morning kissing and petting with the most beautiful mare in the world, running your fingers through her soft mane
>and this time when you push inside her, she cries out your name and says "Anon, I love you"
"I love you too, Celestia." And you mean it.
>and this time when you fuck her, gently, tenderly, she shivers with joy
>and when both of you are exhausted you curl up on the couch with her for a nap
>today was a day of good feelings