You idly shuffle papers with your talons while waiting... Where the Tartarus is she?!
Looking around the enormous table you find the others in the same position as you. Princesses, Queens, advisers, all waiting for Princess Celestia. Some have even gotten more filling foods than the complimentary snacks, having travelled so far just to be put on hold.
Does she not know how important this is? With new races making themselves known, or returning from magically vanishing, or simply now wishing to join the Equestrian Union, it's paramount that trade lines, border disputes, new influxes of precious metals... Just, just everything! Needs to be sorted and agreed upon. And she's late. To a meeting she organised no less.
Zebras, Diamond Dogs, Hippogriffs, and so on and so on, all waiting... And then there are representatives from the same species that will be battling against each other, split into different factions, even many ponies with their own gripes. Of course, only the strongest, most cunning are at this meeting to enact and change policies, each with agendas they'll fight tooth and nail for.
Naturally, the room is full of females, a regular clam fest. Gods, why did you get into politics?
With everyone ready to do all they can for their Kingdoms and cities, how does Celestia expe-
The guards stand at attention. Seems she's finally decided to grace you with her presence. This better be good, otherwise you know that you, and most everyone else will be on the offensive with her immediately, guaranteeing poor deals for her precious ponies...
"Announcing Her Majesty, Co-Ruler of Equestria and Embodiment of the Sun, Princess Celestia!"
She daintily trots in, looking every bit a Princess that was in no hurry to get here. She takes her sweet time approaching the table, coming to rest in-
...Huh. You assumed the all-important Celestia had that oversized chair reserved for herself, but instead she's taken the seat next to it.
*boom* *boom* .....What was?... You look to your glass of water, the surface rippling slightly.
"Finally, announcing Her Majesty's Royal Adviser, The Unit!"
You look to the huge open doorway, as, as... UNFF!
The definition of thicc stands there, almost taking up the entire width and height of the entrance. Your eyes widen as he comes closer with purposeful, heavy steps.
"Th-that must be padding..." You hear a fellow griffon mutter.
"In awe at the size of this bull..." A minotaur murmers.
He moves to the giant chair arranged for him. A deep grunt is let out as he turns, taking hold of and positioning it so he'll fit between it and the table, bending over slightly.
His suit rides up, and you're greeted to his enormous flanks through his pants.
A Saddle Arabian wipes sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, while a crystal pony spills spaghetti onto the floor.
"D-dangerously thicc..." A donkey drawls before The Unit turns, and takes his seat with a comfortable sigh.
Although being hosted by Celestia, you clear your throat, trying to regain your ability to think, and to clear the potent male musk that's now drifting around.
"A-alright, sh-shall we begin?"
To your surprise, the only male in the room is the one to answer.
"Certainly. Thank you all for coming," Unff, cumming... "and thank you for sending documents on your requests ahead of time. It took a long while, but I've examined each case and oooooohhhhhh...."
You clench your talons, others biting their lips from the sound of that masculine moan. His eyes sparkle behind his glasses as his tongue runs around his luscious lips.
"I didn't know there would be snacks..."
You, along with everyone else watch as he reaches out with what might as well be a shaved bears paw it's so big, toward a plate of... Glazed, ringed, cream filled donuts.
He retracts a little.
"Oh but I really shouldn't..."
"G-go ahead..." Was that you?
He licks his lips again... But before he goes to grab one, he realises his predicament of handling so many different papers while getting glaze all over his hand...
And so he presses the tip of one huge, fat digit into the too small hole of the donut.
You can feel your own clenching beneath you.
The finger, so big and wide, stretches it out as it pushes. You can hear whimpers and subdued moans as he punishes that glazed puffy ring, working his way in, wiggling, stretching, resizing...
"There you go..." He huskily breathes, and you let out a squeak.
His massive finger pushes all the way through, before he brings it towards his mouth. He places his teeth and lips against the side of it, applying pressure... Before his eyes catch something on his pages.
"Whilst it's fresh in my mind... Ember, are the boundaries around this tight crevice accurate, are you sure outsiders can't penetrate them?"
The Turquoise dragon's face is almost entirely red from blushing.
"Y-yes, n-no, I... Whatever you want, we'll change it."
"Oh, wonderful, thank you."
He smiles at her, and she dreamily smiles back.
He remembers the donut. From squeezing it between his teeth and lips, some white cream has been forced out.
You quiver as he extends a big thick tongue, and slowly drags it around the glazed ring, gathering up the cream, swallowing.....
You shudder, eyes rolling backwards as you climax, sounds of muffled moans and cries letting you know everyone else is in the same boat.
"As I was saying, I've been looking over your documents, and I think I've worked out a number of solutions for-"
"Anything you desire."
"Do you need more gold? We have gold."
"Are you interested in a better silk trade?"
"Our guards can protect your trade routes!"
You grin as you observe them, all eager to please such an absolute Unit. Thankfully those tranquillizers are stopping you from making such a fool out of yourself... Though you wonder if your adviser will be free later for a... Little dinner date with his Princess.