Celestia's Ambrosia
You put down your newest book when you hear the knock on the door. Your hands ache from practicing magic all day and the door opens before you can try to move it with your mind. A royal guard enters, standing just above the halfway point in its height. His gold-plated armor clinks and taps against itself as he moves, grunting to you that you’ve been summoned by Princess Celestia, and to dress well. You nod and walk over to the closet stuffed with the clothes she had custom-tailored for you—they had to be custom-tailored anyway, what with you being the only human in all of Equestria. You don’t have it too bad. While you know that you’re the Princess’ prisoner of sorts, you have all the luxuries you could ask for: a nice room, plenty of clothes and food, books and other entertainments, and are free to walk the lower levels of the castle. But the best part is that she’s given you something no one else ever could:
Magic.
You put on a nice set of comfortable but royal-looking clothes. There isn’t a horn on your head, nor any other human analogue for such a thing, but because of these…meetings, you’ve been able to channel it through your hands. The potential drives you on, eager to meet her again, eager to repeat it until you’ve met her vision and plans for you; you have all the time in the universe now to practice magic, or so she says. Some ancient story from your life back home nags at the back of your head, something about gods uplifting mortals to live forever when they-
A flash of light blinds you for a moment, and you blink into existence in Princess Celestia’s chambers. You can see her laying on her large bed, smiling and giggling at your disorientation.
“My dearest Charge,” she smiles at you, a hoof up to her face, “I just couldn’t wait any longer.”
“It’s quite alright, Princess,” you reply dizzily.
She pats a hoof next to her on her bed, the smile still on her face, and you obey her silent command. At first you had resented being a prisoner of the castle, regardless of how your prison looked, but you’ve grown to accept it. She really is a nice person after all, and you understand what would happen if she let you have free reign before she’s done with you.
The fire burns warmly in the fireplace near the bed, flickering orange light onto the purple walls and across the gold trim on…everything. The mattress is soft and thick and warm, large enough for the both of you. Next to the bed sits a night-stand with a jewel-encrusted golden teapot and a small crystal cup. As a god-princess, you suppose that she really would get the best of everything.
Obediently you sit down next to her, noticing her waving hair change direction in the windless room as you do. Her face nuzzles up against yours before kissing you on the cheek. At least you think it’s a kiss; these meetings always make you a little nervous (and perhaps a little used), but the payoff is well worth it.
Her huge horn glows and lifts the teapot and the glass, pouring some tea from one to the other. She looks at you playfully before asking:
“Are you thirsty, my dear Charge?” She rolls onto her side, her head now behind you. “There’s plenty enough for you here.” One of her hooves rubs her belly.
“Oh, yes please!” you reply. You’ve had plenty of the tea here yourself, but the Princess always get the best of the best. The tea that graces her glass makes yours taste like pondwater.
One of her forelegs reaches around your waist and pulls you back to rest against her body, your head laying across her shoulder, her mane gently waving against your hair. The teapot gains an aura about it before hovering over near your faces, where she lifts the lid and looks inside.
“Oh, I’m sorry dear, it looks like we’re all out.” A smug grin spreads across her snout, and she shows you the empty container before placing it back on the nightstand. A small chuckle escapes her before she speaks again. “But I know where you can get a drink, my dear.” A nudge of her head and a flash of light directs your attention to between her legs. Between them a pair of pearly white balls, each the size of your fist or bigger, and a heavy, flaccid member now sit where there had been empty space.
You turn back to her, watching her twist to lay on her back, legs resting on the posh bedding.
“Go ahead, bring it up honey. I’m sure you’re quite thirsty.”
Ah, the part you’ve been eagerly awaiting. Leaning over on the bed your bring your face closer to the intersection of her rear legs and body, the sweet scent of her body filling your nostrils. One of your hands lifts the soft snake of flesh, bringing it to your mouth. The other presses between her legs, reaching and pushing to get a good grip of one of her firm fleshy orbs.
You purse your lips to greet the tip, kissing it before letting out your tongue. You press your tongue wide against it, sliding it across her hole; you can taste the sweetness of her juices already. She exhales heavily and rolls over onto her back, her giant wings unfolding beneath her and across the bed. Blood swells between your digits from the fondling your her warm and firm balls your other hand is giving her. The warmth fills your mouth and you can feel its increasing weight lolling on your tongue. You begin to slide it across the incredibly smooth skin, savoring the texture of the part of her body penetrating your face...
She giggles from behind you and puts a hoof lightly on the small of your back. You let her semi-erect member out of your mouth for a moment. “One step at a time. You don’t want to rush. Now ready yourself, my favorite Charge.”
You slip her cock back into your mouth and rest your head against her belly in time to feel her shudder slightly. She lets out a long sigh.
The warm, lightly sweet milk starts quickly, a small stream pressing a point into the top of your tongue. By now you’ve mastered the skill of swallowing while letting her fill your mouth, careful not to spill a drop onto the perfect skin resting against your cheek. You greedily gulp down her gift, and beneath the fingers wrapped around her cock and your lips sealed around it, you can feel it moving within her tract and into your mouth. More and more pumps from within her, filling your stomach. You can feel her hoof relaxing against your back as she finishes, squeezing a last few drops into your eager mouth. By now her member has swollen to its true size, completely erect and hot on your tongue.
You slide it out for a moment to thank her.
“Shhhh…” she replies. Her other hoof presses lightly against the back of your head and guides your face back to her erection. “Actions speak louder than words, my Charge.”
You understand. You purse your lips against the tip again, resting gently to the entrance of your mouth, before you reach both hands forward to cup each of her testicles. Lightly squeezing hold, you pull yourself forward while arcing your back, sliding her member slowly into your mouth as far as you can take it.
You head moves back and forth across her cock and you savor the taste and texture of the perfect skin, a vein or two popping out and pleasuring your lips and mouth as it crosses the threshold again and again. You can hear her breathing become ragged behind you, and you playfully begin to roll the now-sweaty orbs in your hands together and around the base of her perfect member. It’s a long way for your mouth to go each time, but with practice you’ve been able to get more and more of her into you, each time making sure to rub your tongue across her spout.
You can taste the warm, sticky, and sweet pre starting to leak from her, and you know she’s close. Her hips are starting to follow the motion of your head. You hear a small grunt behind you, her breath now quick and short. Moving your head back up to the head, you quickly jerk your mouth up and down on it, swirling your tongue around her generously leaking hole.
You almost choke when she forces your head back down and she fills your mouth again. This time warm, almost hot, honey squirts into your mouth. Her hips are still jerking, pressing herself farther into you, and you tighten your grip on her balls, trying to squeeze more of it from her body. Streams shoot into your face, and it begins to curl around your lips, nearly dripping.
“Aaah…ahh,” she coos. You feel the last couple of twitches and spurts of honey into your mouth before she lets up pressure on your head. It softens within your mouth and you withdraw it with your hand. You lick it up and down to clean it before allowing it to fall back onto the Princess’ body.
“You did well, my dear,” she says contentedly. As her member softens you slip it back into your mouth, small amounts of her sweet honey still seeping from the tip. “Well enough for me to reward you. You know what that means…”
You smile and stand. She was going to give you what you’ve earned, what you want, what you’ve been waiting for, what you came here to get. She stands as well and turns away from you, presenting her delicious flank. Her waving tail lifts to reveal her perfect cheeks crowding a tightly clenched pink hole. She leans forward on the bed, her flank still in the air.
“It’s all yours. Go ahead.” She wiggles it in front of you, and you have to wipe a small bit of drool coming from the side of your mouth. Her hole opens and puckers a couple times, luring you in.
Stepping forward, you plant your face between her cheeks and her tail lowers down on top of your head, falling down your back and on your shoulders. You kiss it at first, smelling her sweet musk and tasting the sweat built up here from your earlier activities. A slide of your tongue across her hole brings a giggle from the Princess and another kind of sweet taste. You begin poking your tongue against it, into it lightly, across it again. Deeper and deeper each time your tongue digs before she pinches it within her for a moment. You struggle to pull it out for a moment and she laughs with you.
“Ready?”
You nod silently between her cheeks, pressing your face as far between them as it will go, your hands reach up and pulling down on her cock, again becoming erect. Her leg muscles tense and you can feel her hole widening for the coming load to fill your hungry mouth. Her cheeks tighten, squeezing your face and opening your mouth wider.
A moment passes, the Princess’ breath held as she pushes out her feces to force into your face.
A large and loud fart escapes her asshole, making you jump, the two sets of cheeks flapping together as the sweet aroma escapes. “Pffbbbtt! Ha ha ha,” she laughs and loses her concentration for a moment. “Forgive me,” she regains her composure, “here it comes for real this time.”
Another tensing, another widening of her exit, and she pushes. This time the warm, sweet ambrosia starts to come. Slowly at first, only a mouthful or two at a time press out. It tastes and feels like a vanilla pudding, except with a strange, thick texture, and you smoosh it around your mouth in the moments the Princess takes to breath before pushing more of it into your face.
This time more than a couple mouthfuls come out, and they come out quickly in long segments. It begins to smear around your mouth and face, coating the inside of her ass with the beige substance. You close your mouth for a moment to swallow the considerable load, but she pushes again before you’re ready and a small portion of the warm goo secretes from her anus and spreads onto your face again. You wipe most of it onto the inside of her flank to lick up, but she tells you there’s more to come and you reposition your mouth back onto her asshole. As it widens again, letting more of it out and into your hungry mouth, you press your lips around it and suck, and loud slurping sounds pierce the relative quiet of her chambers.
“Ngnnhh, I’ve saved,” she says between grunts, “quite a bit for-ngh!-you.”
Your hands work up and down on her hard member, still slick from earlier, and her asshole tightens every now and again when they stroke the head. The ambrosia covers the lower half of your face, running down onto her considerable ballsack that’s been brushing against your dirty chin. A couple shoves pushes and she’s finished, leaving her anus gaping and relaxed for you to clean. You take the time to clean her, working from the outside, sliding up and down the curves of her ass, slowing getting closer and closer to the sweet, soft, open hole between them.
“Oops, one more,” she giggles. Before she can push it out, you press your tongue into her again. You can feel it within her, on your tongue, and you swirl it around inside her colon, rubbing it around the walls and savoring the sweet taste of her excrement.
Suddenly she lets out a cry of ecstasy and her member swells, shooting onto the bed beneath her. Your hands get covered, but your face remains firmly between her cheeks, cleaning the mess your inadequate face created.
You go back to cleaning her flank, the crackle of the fire the only sounds that pierce your contented silence.
Another bed, clean and fresh, lays beneath the two of you as you lounge. The servants don’t ask questions, apparently used to this kind of thing. The Princess lays on her side behind you, and you against her belly, drinking wine (this time both of you have glasses) and making small talk.
“Try again.”
You lift a hand and concentrate for a moment. A small grey aura surrounds your hand and the wine bottle and, after a few seconds, it begins to levitate slightly off the tray. You smile and look at her proudly.
“You’re making progress,” she says, laying her head down onto a big plush pillow, “but it looks like we’re going to have a lot more of these meetings before you’re ready.”
You smile and sip your wine. That’ll be just fine with you.