Chapter 1
The Gauntlet
by Nom deCheval
As always, the world seemed odd when I opened my eyes. There is something about coming out of sleep that leaves me disoriented. I’ve never quite been sure of the cause. It might be still trying to figure out the difference between dream and reality, or it might just be the fact that my body hasn’t actually been interacting with anything in the real world for a while--which is kind of the same thing, I guess--but in any case, I’m always disoriented for minute or two after first waking up.
Only, I’d been awake for a few minutes now, and things still weren’t making sense.
The figure in front of me hadn’t changed, and fortunately hadn’t noticed me, yet. I recognized her immediately.
“Oh, you’re awake!”
So much for the not noticing me theory.
“I didn’t want to disturb you, considering how traumatic I’m sure this has all been for you so far. Well, assuming you are even aware that something has happened to you, which of course you have to be aware, because, well, it happened to you.”
She was rambling. That meant she was nervous. I glanced around, hoping that someone else was here--or should I say somepony else? Whatever the case, there wasn’t.
“I’m sure you have lots of questions, and that’s why I’m here. I’m supposed to answer all of your questions. Yep, that’s what I’m here for, all right! Just to answer questions! No worries about anything else happening whatsoever!”
Uh-oh. This wasn’t good.
“Um, you...you’re Twilight Sparkle,” I finally said without moving, and then I looked at her wings. “Or, I guess that should be Princess Twilight Sparkle.”
“Oh boy, you know me. That’s a good thing, right?” Her smile was crooked and her mane was starting to look frazzled. I had only said fourteen words, if you count an “um” and a stammer, and she was already frazzled. “And you don’t have to call me ‘Princess.’ Honestly, still a little uncomfortable about that.”
I started to rise up and I noticed the thing that I suppose should have been the first thing I realized. Four legs. Four hooves. A tail. And I’m willing to bet a full mane and everything else that goes with it.
“I’M A PONY!”
“Um, yes. Yes, you are.” She smiled at me, this time a little straighter than before. “Like I said, I’m sure that you’ll have lots of questions. I’ll do everything that I can to answer them for you before you move on.”
“I’M A PONY!” Apparently I was a little fixated on that fact.
“But you’re okay! Everything is fine. Relax, okay?” She did her best to reassure me.
“I’m not normally a pony!” Yep. Fixated.
“That’s...true.” She scratched the back of her head with her hoof. It was surprisingly charming. “But, well, look at this as an adventure! This is your chance to see what it would be like to be a pony of Equestria--for a while, anyway.”
“Wait a second...” something suddenly occurred to me. “You’re a cartoon. You’re not real at all. Which means this must be a dream. I must still be dreaming.”
“Uh, well, not really. You see--”
“And if I’m dreaming,” I ignored Princess Dream Twilight, “that means that I can be or do anything here! I’ve never actually dreamed of being in Equestria before, let alone being a pony, so this is a great chance to experiment with the idea.”
“Well, I wouldn’t exactly do something like that, because--”
“So, what kind of pony am I?” I hopped off the bed and quickly discovered that the center of gravity for a four-legged creature is very different from that of a two-legged one. Or, put more simply, I fell on my ass.
“Oh, be careful!” Twilight rushed over to me, using her magic to help me up to my feet...hooves...whatever. “You’re not used to having four legs.”
“That’s true. It’s a lot...” I looked at her. “Wait, how did you know that?”
She laughed, rather uncomfortably. “Well, I know a lot about you. You’re name is Nom deCheval--or at least that’s the name you use when you write about us--and, as I just said, one of the things you like to do is write stories about my friends and I...and the Princess, er...Princesses. And, well, that’s kind of what got you here...”
“Huh. Yeah, that makes sense. Writing about ponies so much made me dream about ponies.”
“You aren’t dreaming.” Twilight didn’t give me a chance to interrupt her that time.
“Of course, I’m dreaming. This is Equestria, and I’m a pony, and that’s not--”
“Princess Celestia summoned you here, transforming you into a pony so that she could address the way that you were...handling her.” Twilight shifted uncomfortably at that last part.
I’m sure I wasn’t doing much better, actually. I probably stood there for a full fifteen seconds just staring at her before I said anything. “What?”
“Your stories. The Princess wanted to...talk...to you about them.” Twilight’s forehoof scratched the ground in a short half circle as she spoke, probably making a soft scraping sound. I wasn’t sure about any sound. The world took on a soft muffled tone as I stood there, nodding. A lot.
“Are you okay?” Twilight asked me through the cloud. That question carried a lot of weight.
“So, you’re telling me that I’ve been somehow magically transported to Equestria--the same Equestria that I know from a cartoon--by Princess Celestia so that she can talk to me about the fictional stories that I’ve been writing about her and her subjects--who are cartoons--on my world that is very much not Equestria and where I’m very much not a pony. And then you wanted to know if I’m okay?”
One thing that I always felt was true about Twilight Sparkle was the fact that she was very good at noticing the details of things, even if she sometimes missed the bigger picture. It’s nice to know that I was right.
“You aren’t okay, are you?”
My nod immediately transformed into a shake of the head.
“Well, I’m supposed to take you to see the Princess,” Twilight told me rather casually, “but I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”
My thoughts and demeanor suddenly perked up.
“Princess Celestia? Are we in--and I feel odd saying this--are we in Canterlot?” It was an honest question. I was suddenly hoping to see its grandeur in person--even in a dream--and experience the magic of the castle itself.
“No.” It was not the answer I was hoping to hear. “We’re at, well, I guess it’s their own private residence. Someplace that they go to get away from everypony.”
“I’ve never heard of that.”
“Neither had I, but it’s actually very nice. If somewhat...unusual.”
Well, that sounded ominous.
“Unusual? How?”
Her eyes looked off to the side and she scratched the back of her head...again. “Well, it’s best to just show you, I guess.”
I had a bad feeling about this.
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s perfectly safe!” She needed to work on her reassurances.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to travel,” I told her, buying some time.
“Well, technically you’re already here, actually. It’s more a matter of going through that door.” She pointed over to the wall behind me, and for the first time I actually take a moment to take in my surroundings. I immediately get a log cabin vibe from the place--if it was built by a billionaire.
The wood walls looked, well, rich. Deep tones with amazing grain to them, highlighted by stone accents that, at first glance seemed perfectly normal, but after looking at them for a moment, the color on them was constantly shifting. The doors were another marvel. Reaching up to near the top of the very high ceilings--I would guess them to be about fifteen feet--they arced up gracefully.
And this was a side room?
“If you need help walking, I could levitate you,” Twilight offered.
“No, no,” I shook my head. “I’ll give it a go.”
It was awkward, I admit, but once I got used to the idea of basically walking on my hands and feet, I was able to get along. As I got close to the door, a familiar lavender glow surrounded it, and the twin doors opened up smoothly.
The main room made my little chamber seem like an outhouse.
Massive supports curved up on the edges of the circular room, arcing up to reach a hidden zenith at least a hundred feet above the floor. Each support must have been ten feet across, and there were at least a dozen of them--well spaced apart. I couldn’t see the ceiling because of a massive, seemingly floating sphere, covered in intricate carvings. Light fell in from above it, windows beginning in the gaps between the supports about halfway up. It was odd, because looking at the lower portion of the windows, it seemed dark outside, but there was no mistaking the sunlight that poured in from above the sphere.
My eyes eventually made their way down into the room, taking in the copious amount of artwork that layered the lower sections of the walls. I remember seeing the stained glass designs that were represented in Canterlot Castle, and while these resembled them, they had a more...edgy...quality to them. The figures from the stained glass seemed simple--a reflection of the medium, I suppose--while these were primarily wood carvings and paintings and showed more complex, and somewhat intricate figures. Long and delicate, exaggerated shapes and lines to create flowing images of ponies in a variety of activities and actions. One large piece across the room kept pulling my eye. I couldn’t tell for certain, but from this distance it appeared to be showing something...sexual.
“Hello.”
The voice was unmistakable, and as smooth and gentle as it felt on my ears, I still felt myself jump at that one word. The word regal does not actually do justice to Princess Celestia. When I’ve seen her on television she seemed interesting, and very assured, almost in a motherly way. In person it’s a whole different ball game. She carries an air of authority that just cannot be captured in simple lines. Her grace and beauty are stunning--there’s really no other word for that--and it made my heart skip a beat. She was radiant.
“Hi. I...uh...well, I mean, hello, Your Majesty.” I did my best to bow, thinking it was the right thing to do and nearly fell over myself.
“Oh ho ho ho.” There was that laugh. “I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not sure this is the proper moment for it.”
I smiled at that...and then wondered what it meant.
“I’m sorry to have pulled you unceremoniously here, Nom,” she said my name--which meant she knew my name, “but the timing was just too perfect on our end to pass this up.”
“That’s okay, I...well, actually, I have no idea what’s going on. I’m still not convinced I’m not dreaming this whole thing,” I admitted. It was hard to look directly at Celestia for long without feeling uncomfortable. I kept shifting my eyes to the side.
“You are not dreaming. Of that I can assure you.”
I knew that voice, too. I turned my head slightly to see the other ruling Princess of Equestria walk into the room. And whereas Celestia was a regal beauty that commanded attention and defied your gaze, Luna was an exotic creature that compelled you to stare. The shadows that played over her coat as she walked were unnatural and seemed to glisten with starlight at times. Her body slinked with every step, hips swaying and tail waving smoothly. I’m sure my stare was obvious.
“Ahem.” I spun to face Celestia, who was smiling at me politely. “Well, you seem to be adjusting well enough to everything.”
“I...uh...well...” There goes that silver tongue of mine again.
“How is he faring, Twilight?” she bypassed me, proving her intelligence.
“He’s very confused, but he did perk up a bit when I told him that he was going to get to meet you,” she told her.
“Oh, did he now?” She raised an eyebrow and turned back to look at me. “How much did you tell him about his visit?”
“Nothing, really,” Twilight answered.
I was beginning to get a little nervous--er, make that more nervous, actually.
“What is this place?” I asked, hoping to distract the two regal pony princesses that were now walking closer and closer to me.
“Apogee,” Celestia answered. “It’s a little place that my sister and I use to get away from things for a while, and still let us keep an eye on things, just in case.”
“Apogee? What, are we in the mountains above Canterlot?” I can’t believe I just asked that question.
“Not quite.” Celestia stopped a short distance away, Luna standing just behind her to her right. I was staring up into her eyes, and was very proud of the fact that I didn’t actually squeak in fear. Her size was imposing enough to make me want to piddle on the floor, except I was scared that piddling would make her mad and make things much worse.
How the hell these ponies were able to handle looking at somepony--did I just say somepony? Whatever--like Nightmare Moon or Chrysalis, who didn’t have their best interest at heart, was unfathomable to me.
“Why don’t you show him, sister?” Luna suggested. There was a glint in her eye for just a moment.
Celestia looked back at Luna and then turned to me, smiling with a glint in her eye, as well. “Tell me, Mr. Cheval, would you like to see?”
Dammit. I did. I knew I shouldn’t say yes, but... “Yes, please.”
She turned and slowly walked away, Luna stepping to the side so that I could follow Celestia directly. Twilight and Luna fell in behind me, as I kept my eyes forward, and locked on the swaying flanks of ponyflesh in front of me. It just has to be said: Celestia has an amazing ass. It shifted and moved with each step, with the perfect curve to it at all times.
So, distracted as I was, we were fully in the next room before I noticed my surroundings, and even then it took some time.
“What do you think?” Celestia asked.
“Amazing.” I was still staring at her ass.
“Thank you, but I was talking about the view,” she told me.
“So am I,” I told her.
“Look at the window,” Twilight whispered behind me, causing my head to turn away from the alabaster spectacle in front of me to a more broad-reaching display.
I saw stars reaching across the horizon.
“Space,” I barely spoke. “We’re in space.”
“No, we are not,” Luna answered.
“We are close, though,” Celestia explained. “It would be too difficult for others to be here if we were not within the confines of Equestria. Still, I think that the view is rather, to use your term, amazing.”
I took her cue and walked up to the window--slowing as I got near it--to a view that should have induced an amazing amount of vertigo, if I wasn’t so overwhelmed.
“That is Equestria,” Celestia whispered to me.
It looked like a map. An image created to show what the country looked like when all we could actually see is what lay on the horizon. From here, the horizon was beyond the realm of Equestria, and what sat below us looked...magical.
“Wow.” It summed things up nicely, I thought.
“Indeed. And from here, my sister and I can see all that happens in our beloved nation.”
I let those words rattle around for a second. “You...can actually see what is happening?”
“I can,” she answered with a gentle tone that had just a hint of smugness to it. “So can Luna, and in time, Twilight will be able to as well.”
“But...how?” It seemed like a legitimate question.
“We are Princesses of Equestria. We are far more powerful than a normal pony,” Celestia explained. “It’s how I was able to bring you here.”
I nodded, suddenly fearing the question that was escaping my lips before I could stop it. “Why did you bring me here?”
“I’m glad you asked.” She smiled down at me, confirming my fear. “Let’s return to the central chamber and speak of it, shall we?”
Luna and Twilight already turned and exited the room, the suggestion a given fact it seemed, but I was standing stock still.
“Twilight mentioned it had something to do with my stories. Is that true?” I figured it was best to go ahead and confront the issue. I was wrong.
She strode towards the door, glancing behind her as she did. “I said we would speak of it in the central chamber, and we shall. Now follow along.”
There was a lingering sense of hesitance as I stepped out of this room and back into what Celestia called the central chamber. Luna and Twilight had moved into the middle-most part of the room. A section that sat lower than the surrounding area, with a half-dozen intricately detailed cushions, two of which now served as seats for Twilight and Luna, though not immediately next to each other. Celestia moved in and sat down on a cushion of her own, one that sat slightly higher than the others I couldn’t help but notice. They now were spread around the circle equally, with me in the heart of their gaze.
Naturally, I started to make my way towards one of the cushions for myself, but I never quite made it.
“No.” Celestia’s voice was much more firm than before, stopping me in my tracks. “Stand in the center and face me.”
The idea of not doing what she said seemed absurd at the moment--that mare’s tone can carry a lot behind it. I moved towards the rough center, keeping my eyes on her the whole time, and I sat down.
“I said stand, not sit,” she explained. I paid attention and stood immediately.
“Now then, let’s have a discussion about why you are here,” she said slowly, followed by a long silence. “Your stories.”
“What about them?” I asked innocently.
“How well do you feel that they portray Equestria?” she asked.
“Um, well, I...I can’t really answer that, I suppose. I mean, some of the stories that I write I try to keep very much in the same vein as the show--I mean here, I guess--but some of the others...”
“Let’s discuss those others, shall we?” Celestia kept her eyes on me and a smile on her face. “Do you think that they are accurate?”
I opened my mouth but no words came out. My eyes moved to the side, trying to find answers, and seeing only Twilight on my right and Luna on my left.
“I...I don’t know.” What was I supposed to say? “They don’t really cover what I talk about on the show. I...it was just a story.”
“Stories. More than one,” she answered. “And you are correct. The main source of information regarding Equestria does not delve into our personal lives on such a level,” she leaned forward, “which is why I want to know how you know what you do?”
“Huh-what?” I made two moments of confusion into a single word. Looking back on it, I’m proud of myself.
“You are not completely accurate, of course,” she said, ignoring me, “but there was enough there that I wanted to know how you knew.”
“I...I...didn’t.” Yep, that should end the conversation.
“I am very disappointed that you think of me as so...weak, though,” Celestia sat there, raising her head up and staring down at me. “Though, I will commend you on making your stories erotic, at least.”
“Uh, thanks?” I smiled...I think.
“So much so that I brought you here for some personal time, to see how well you perform personally as opposed to your stories.”
My head twitched. I think my ears did, too, but I wasn’t really used to that sensation, so I can’t promise anything.
“Uh, are you suggesting...”
“Sex, Mr. Cheval. You are here to have sex with us.”
There are modes of transportation that have been imagined to take beings from one side of the galaxy to the other in an amount of time that defies any and every known law of physics. Those paled in comparison to how fast my mind was racing.
“I...buh...n-uh...well...” Get it together man! “I’m married. I love my wife. I can’t and won’t do anything like that.”
Pulled out the bottom, last, one true line of defense.
“I know.” And she shot right through it. “I’ve already spoken with your lovely partner, and she’s very, very curious as to how this is going to play out. She sounded rather aroused by the idea, actually.”
Dammit. That did sound like her.
“You do have an option here, Mr. Cheval. We are not going to take you against your will, but I think that you must admit to yourself that you are just as curious as I am. And I will also tell you this,” she smiled at me and I knew I was lost, “I’m worth it.”
“But...I don’t want to hurt her. I won’t hurt her.” I was still trying to protect my mate.
“Hurt her? She’s probably going to be very angry if you don’t go through with this.” Again, that sounded right. “She rather regrets not being here herself, but I have made it possible for her to see and hear what is transpiring.”
My eyes widened. “My wife is watching?”
“The whole thing,” she answered.
“And she...wants me to have sex with you?” My mind was still racing, but it had gone so far off the track that it had no chance of winning.
“Eventually, yes,” Celestia answered with a slight chuckle.
“Eventually?” There was a catch.
“Well, you don’t start off your meal with dessert, do you?” She sat back rather smoothly. “You have to work your way up.”
“I...do? How?” My fate was sealed.
“Twilight?” Celestia looked at her former student, and newest princess, who slowly stood and walked over to me.
“I...I’m going to have sex with you?” I asked her as she walked in front of me.
“Well, not exactly.” She sounded almost as nervous as I felt.
“And...what does that mean?” It was a legitimate question.
“Just relax. I’ve been told I’m actually pretty good at this,” she said, her smile twitching just slightly. That wasn’t going to make me nervous, no sir!
“Uh, Twilight, are you okay?” I was asking for myself as much as her.
“I’m fine! Yes I am! Just fine!” There was that twitch again.
I turned to a higher authority. “Princess Celestia, I’m not sure this is such a--”
“She is a Princess of Equestria,” she cut me off. “I trust her. So should you.”
“Y--you do?” Twilight was not talking to me when I turned to look at her.
“I do,” Celestia answered. “I would not have you here if I did not think that this was something that you could do, and do well.”
“Thank you.” Her smile lost its twitch, and when she turned back to me there was confidence in her eyes. “Okay, like I said, I’m good at this.”
Her horn lit up, and this time I felt the magic.
“Woah!” There was something grabbing my crotch. “That’s...woah.”
“A slightly different sensation, isn’t it?” Celestia asked.
“Not...a bad one.” I was slightly exaggerating. It felt amazing. I hadn’t really noticed, but my junk was kind of hidden before now, but Twilight was able to remedy that in an instant. Oh, and it felt amazing. Had I mentioned that?
“Relax,” Twilight said in soft tones. “This is just your first trial. To get you used to the sensation.”
Her magic had enveloped my dick and was working it unlike anything that I had felt before. It was like a hand job performed by the greatest artist who had ever studied the skill.
“Are you enjoying it?” I think Twilight was worried that my silence was a sign of displeasure.
“Y--yeah. It's...you’re doing a great job.” Having a conversation was a distant concept to my mind at that moment, but I didn’t want her becoming worried. Or stopping. Definitely not stopping.
“So, you like this?” She leaned in closer to my ear. “You know, I’m very good with magic. I can tighten it,” she gave an example and my eyes bulged, “or loosen it, or speed up,” I think my jaw dropped open at this point, “or slow down. What seems best to you?”
“I...I...” I’m pretty sure the answer that I was looking to give her at that moment was yes, all of that, thank you.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to drag this out,” she told me, which was kind of disappointing. “The whole idea of me doing this was to get you started. Tease you into being ready.”
“R--ready?” There were supposed to be more words to the question than that, but hopefully she got the gist of it.
“Uh-huh. It’s not unusual for one mare to get a stallion ready for another mare. Though normally he doesn’t get to cum from the first mare.” She leaned in to whisper to me. “I’m not one of those mares.”
“Oh, thank you. Thank you.” I had closed my eyes, and then upon reopening them I saw Celestia sitting there in front of me with a smile on her face--or maybe sultry smirk is a better choice of words. I couldn’t help but notice that one of her hooves was slowly stroking the inner part of her thigh. “Wait. Wait, if I cum, then...then I won’t be able to continue...”
“Of course you will,” Celestia answered. “I was able to summon you across worlds and transform you into a pony. Do you really think that I don’t have the magic to keep you hard until I’m done with you? One orgasm is just the beginning of your night.”
“Wh--what?” That sounded too good to be true.
“Oh, did I not mention that you were going to be our little pleasure toy? That, due to your treatment of us in your stories, I felt it was your turn to be turned into a sex object for a while,” she giggled. “Now, I also meant what I said earlier. If you don’t want this to happen, all you have to do is stop us. A safe word, and we’ll stop right away. Let me see...”
She was sitting there pretending to think while Twilight’s magic continued to enchant the living hell out of my dick. Finally, Celestia looked back at me with I big smile.
“Banana.” Of course that was it. What else could it be? “If you say banana, we will stop. Otherwise...” She looked over to Twilight, who nodded back at her.
The magic around my dick changed. I won’t even pretend to understand how, but there was suddenly this odd pressure that seemed to be running down the length of my shaft, like one long continuous downstroke. I’m pretty sure that I drafted a new constitution for the establishment of a country devoted to ponies of all breeds and cultures in that moment, though it probably just sounded like a long, low moan.
The heat from Twilight’s breath was on my ear. “Cum. I want you to cum for me now, please.” Then, to emphasize her point, she bit down on my ear. Pony ears are sensitive, by the way. I found that out.
I screamed as I shot my first load of cum for the evening. And it was quite a load, too. I felt it spurting out of my again and again, with a little giggle from Twilight in my ear helping the moment along. Apparently, she caught all of it with her magic, not wanting to get the floor of this place stained.
“Thank you, Twilight.” It was Celestia who said that, not me. I was too busy trying to stay upright and breathe normally. “Luna, it’s your turn.”
“Eh?” I did say that. I looked up and saw Twilight making her way back to her pillow, and then turned the other way to see the shadowy-dark figure of Princess Luna walking up towards me.
“You think that I still harbor darkness inside of me, do you?” she asked. “Do you truly want to see my dark side?”
My brain was starting to function properly again, but I still had no idea how to answer that question. “I--”
“Don’t bother answering.” I was kind of glad she took that option away, honestly. “You will take what I will give you, and you will be grateful for it.”
I nodded. That sounded like a good plan to me.
“You are fortunate that my sister wishes to deal with you personally, or this would be a very long night for you, indeed.” The shadows that walked with her began to creep alongside me, tenuously touching my hooves. Luna stood there, her eyes burning a hole in me as she stared down. She did not have the height of her sister, but she was taller than Twilight or myself, which gave her a slightly imposing figure. The demeanor was way beyond slightly imposing, though.
“Luna, don’t frighten the poor boy. Discipline is one thing, but we don’t want him running away,” Celestia said. I thought it was great advice, personally.
“Spoilsport!” Luna turned and stuck her tongue out at her sister, and then turned to me, a playful look in her eyes. “I suppose that I can just follow through with what Tia suggested for me, then.”
Suggested? There was a plan to this?
“Stand up,” Luna instructed. “As tall as you can.”
Shifting around, I did my best to stand tall, stretching my neck upwards.
“I suppose that will have to do,” Luna stated with disdain. “Eyes forward.”
She walked around behind me, which got my eyes shifting back and forth, hoping to see something.
“You were correct in your assumption that I like to be in charge,” Luna told me. “Though you were incorrect in who you paired me with--at least on a permanent basis. My sister and I have been romantic many times, but we do not consider ourselves a couple, and she...well, she doesn’t like me to be in charge. Most of the time, anyway.”
“I’m...sorry?” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to respond, but I thought being quite was probably a bad choice.
“And our origins! Goodness, you have quite an imagination, but no knowledge of history.” She stamped a hoof and I jerked upwards. “Stand up! You are slouching! I do not tolerate poor posture!”
“Sorry! Sorry!” It would have been much easier if I could see her. Not knowing exactly where she was kind of put me on edge.
“If you fall onto me, I will not be held responsible for my actions, is that clear?”
Fall onto her? What was she...
“Oh!” I felt her tongue drag along the length of my shaft, from head down to balls, stopping and circling them when she reached that destination. She then retraced her path, returning to the tip of my cock and letting the tongue play there for a moment.
Her lips touched the head, kissing it delicately and softly, much to my surprise and delight.
“That’s...nice,” I commented. My eyes closed, letting me concentrate on the sensation that was teasing me.
“Hmmph, that is nothing,” Luna responded verbally. Her physical response was to take the full length of my shaft and swallow it down her throat. My eyes popped back open, staring up at the ceiling, unable to focus on any one thing. I do believe that I was planning on responding to her verbally myself. Encouraging her or something like that.
“Graaaah!” My response was eloquent, if not readily understood.
She laughed, and the vibration of it echoed through my cock. I could feel my breath shortening already from her actions, even though I had just cum and she had just begun. Pulling back, she moved so that just the tip of my cock was in her mouth, and then she began bobbing the first third or so into her mouth quickly.
“Please,” I growled. “Please, swallow it again. All the way down.”
I felt her mouth come off of my completely. “You liked that, did you? Tell me, if I do it again, will you cum right away? Or do you have more control than that?”
“I...I don’t know.” I don’t know if was able to lie at that moment. “Just, please...”
“If you cum too quickly, you will be punished. Do you want to be punished?” she asked.
“No. No, I--”
“Then you won’t cum, will you?” She swallowed me again. I felt her muzzle pressing up against my testicles with some force, pushing her mouth as far as the shaft would allow. My length was no challenge for her at all, but my willpower was being put to the test by her skill.
She pulled back, though nowhere near as far as she had the first time, and plunged onto me once more. Her tongue teasing around my shaft with every motion of her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat tightening around the head of my dick when she bottomed out on me, causing my mind to reel. It took every ounce of concentration to hold back.
Then I heard a soft moan in front of me. I brought my head down and saw Princess Celestia, her hoof working her own sex as she watched her sister fellate me. That was too much.
With a deep groan I exploded into Luna’s throat, her muzzle pressed up against my balls as I did. Slowly she pulled back, letting successive shots go down her throat and then into her mouth, holding the tip inside until the last bit came out.
I stood there, my legs locked, panting for breath as she walked back around to stand in front of me. She looked past me and gestured with her head. I was able to turn to see Twilight Sparkle walk up to stand with her in front of me. Luna grabbed Twilight firmly, and then forced open Twilight’s mouth with her magic, and then opened her own mouth, letting a steady stream of my cum fall from her tongue and into Twilight’s mouth. Twilight licked up, pulling the last bit from Luna’s tongue and then swallowed visibly, lowering her eyes to the floor immediately afterward.
And yes, watching that made me hard again instantly.
“You came too quickly,” Luna broke the trance, and I shot a look at her. “You have to be punished.”
I took a half-step backwards, as though I had someplace to run. Like ebon satin, she moved towards me, flowing with each step.
“Punished?” I squeaked.
“Yes. Severely.” Her voice was as silky as her body.
“Just to clarify, are we talking good or bad punishment?” She was on top of me, and I had no idea where or what I was going to do.
“What do you think?” She sneered at me, and I thought my heart was going to jump out of my throat.
“Luna,” the voice of reason broke in. “No.”
Glancing over her shoulder, Luna stared back with me at Celestia, who sat with a fiery expression on her face. Her mouth sat open, her tongue playing along the ridge of her upper teeth.
“It’s my turn.” I’ve never heard such a short sentence sound both so compassionate and predatory at the same time. She pointed to the ground in front of her. “Get over here, boy.”
Boy? Did she just call me boy? “Yes, ma’am.” And why am I responding to it so well.
Luna moved to the side, clearing the path towards Celestia. I almost stumble with my first step, swallowing hard as a awkwardly make my way towards the Sun Goddess. Rising from her cushion, she stares down at me as the distance between us closes.
“Your mate has told me a lot about you.” Her voice is velvet pulled over barbed wire. A glow surrounds me, lifting me from the ground and throwing me down onto my back on her cushion. Her hooves landed on my chest an instant later. “You enjoy a strong, physical mare, don’t you?”
If the response from my cock wasn’t clear enough, I nod at her vigorously.
“To make it clear, I do not need any magic to overpower you. I am far stronger than you are, and far more capable, is that clear?”
There wasn’t a part of what she said that didn’t turn me on, and she knew it. The best thing was seeing the response in her--the fire in her eyes. I think that she was as turned on as I was at that moment. I hoped she was, at least.
“You haven’t answered me,” she growled.
“Yes, ma’am,” I snapped back.
“Yes what?”
“Uh...yes, you are stronger than I am.” I hoped that I was in the right area for her response.
“There was hesitance in your response. Do you not believe it?” I felt her put more weight on my chest. Immediately, I push back, not budging her an inch. “Try harder,” she urged, and I did. There was no way that I was going to move her hoof from my chest.
“Do I strike you as a submissive mare?” she asked.
“No.” My voice sounded as weak as I felt at that moment.
“Then perhaps in the future you will take that into account when you are portraying me in your stories.”
“Well...” Oh no. I did not just say that, did I? “My stories already have a set theme. I can’t really change that. Besides, Luna suggested that every once in a while you enjoyed that sort of thing.”
There was a smile on her face. For some reason I found that much more disturbing than if she was yelling at me.
“I do believe that you have lost the right to speak.” Her voice was smooth and calm, reassuring in its own way.
Before I could really follow what was happening, she had turned herself around, with her facing my feet and me staring up at her ass. Her magnificent, enticing ass--and it was getting closer.
“If I feel you earn the right to speak again,” her ass settled down onto my face, “then I will alter my seating. Now, how do you suppose you can earn that right?”
It felt as though my entire face--muzzle?--was engulfed. My tongue shot out, immediately drawing across her sopping slit, parting her lips slightly and getting my first taste of her juices. They were sweet and tangy, with a surprising light flavor. I hungered for a second helping, and repeated my action, pulling a moan from the Princess above me.
That might have been a mistake. She pushed herself down upon me, cutting off my supply of air. I swear it felt like my nose--muzzle, maybe?--pressed up into her cunt directly. My tongue still labored to lick at that delicious flower, but all I could do at this point was penetrate her, pushing out deeper into her pussy.
“I do enjoy that,” Celestia purred, grinding her hips in a small circle onto my face. “Your mate told me you were good at this. Keep it up and you will indeed get a special reward.”
I was hoping that she meant something to ease my dick, which I felt pulsing and throbbing in the open air. There was no doubt in my mind that she was staring directly at it, either aroused or amused--or perhaps both--as I bobbed up and down, begging for some form of release.
Though I would also settle for her lifting up enough for me to get a full breath.
Thankfully, she did just that, pulling up off of my muzzle enough to let air in through my mouth. I took a fast, deep breath, all the while keeping my tongue busy, lapping at her cunt and moving up her slit to find the harden nub that waited for me.
Her body shuddered as my tongue hit her clit. I stretched up my neck to wrap my lips around it and suck it into my mouth, letting my tongue once again play over it as I sucked on it gently.
Looking up, I could just see past the magnificent orbs of her ass that hovered above me, and I saw her wings flare out to their full majesty, her tail swaying back and forth to create an amazing sense of motion beyond what was currently riding against my lips.
“Y--you are very close to your reward,” Celestia moaned. “A few more seconds...”
I redoubled my efforts, hoping that her hooves, mouth, or even magic would soon grace my cock. I had already cum twice, yet somehow I was wanting her to touch me as though I hadn’t had any sex for months.
“Yessss!” Celestia’s body stiffened, and I felt my face drenched in her juices. She was squirting a veritable river of cum down my throat and all across my face, as her hips bucked wildly over my muzzle, grinding her clit against my nose as my tongue did its best to press inside her.
It felt like her orgasm lasted minutes, each time I thought it waning I would lick or suck or nibble on her in a new way, causing a new series of spasms to shoot through her and provide me a new taste of her climax.
So far though, nothing for me. My cock was thrusting into the air with the anticipation of an anxious youth, only to find no response.
“You...have done well,” Celestia spoke as she regained her composure. “You have earned your reward.”
“Thank you,” I spoke--perhaps a bit prematurely.
She shifted, her body sliding forward slightly. “You may lick my tailhole.”
“What?” It wasn’t the reward I was expecting.
“Take your tongue, and start cleaning my ass,” she instructed. “I felt you staring at it earlier, so this is your chance to pay it the homage it deserves. Lick my tailhole. You may even take your hooves and touch me while you do so.”
Her weight pressed down on me again, and my muzzle buried deep between her cheeks. Again, my tongue moved out of my mouth and found its destination. Her puckered hole was surprisingly soft, and I felt my arousal grow--if that was possible--as my tongue pressed against the opening. My hooves moved up and began to kneed against the orbs of her ass, doing their best to pull them apart to give me better access to her sphincter. It would have worked my better if I actually had hands. I have no idea how ponies are able to hold anything with just hooves.
“Mmmmm, yes,” Celestia cooed, telling me I must be doing something right.
She wiggled her ass, pushing my head down into the pillow, almost cutting off my supply of air once more. My tongue pushed against her opening and was welcomed inside rather easily. I pushed in as deeply as I could manage, hoping to please her enough for her to reciprocate in kind. Well, of some kind, anyway. I got my wish--sort of.
“She did not exaggerate his skills,” Celestia said. “Come over here and join me.”
Okay, it was maybe a little better than I was hoping for, actually.
“His cock is positively rigid,” I heard Celestia say. “Give it a lick, would you?”
I felt something soft and warm run alongside the length of my shaft and I moaned reflexively. In response I felt more of Celestia's weight settle down onto my face, transferring to my chest, which made what little air I was able to get past her plump cheeks that much harder to take into my lungs.
“Shush!” she scolded me. “You need to remain quiet.” Another wiggled allowed a moment of full breath to come to me. “Do you really want to continue that? Or would you like to move on to something else.”
The tongue that was on my cock disappeared. In response, I pressed my tongue into Celestia’s ass deeper, as though that might actually cause something to reappear on my dick.
And I’ll be damned if it didn’t work.
Wet and tight, I felt something slowly slide down the length of my erection. This was not a tongue or a mouth, either. A pussy gripped me, its velvety walls massaging my dick in a languishingly lovely caress. I felt her bottom out, her groin contacting mine as she settled into position for a moment. Then she raised up almost as slowly as she lowered down, pulling up almost to the end of my shaft and then lowered down again all the way. It was delightful in its slow teasing. She was very good at this.
Suddenly, I realized that I didn’t know which mare was doing it. I couldn’t see anything past Celestia’s ass--not that it wasn’t a spectacular view--I could only feel what was happening, and whoever was doing it wasn’t making a sound.
“You stopped licking,” Celestia stated, and she was right. I had become so fixated on what was happening to my cock that my tongue was just lying there outside my mouth, still resting against her tailhole. “If you don’t start up right now, I will pull her off your dick personally.”
Immediately my tongue went back to work, thrusting in and out of her ass, pulling back to lick and tease the opening, doing everything I could to keep the mare on my dick moving.
“Mmmmm, better,” Celestia assured me.
The pussy began to move with a faster rhythm, increasing tempo rapidly, until after less than a minute she was slapping her ass against my body as she fucked me senseless. Literally, senseless. I lost all manner of recognition to my surroundings. I couldn’t hear or see any more. I was just a dick and a tongue, one taking in pleasure while the other dished it out--and that was a line that I couldn’t separate, either.
A deep groan came from beyond Celestia, and I felt the mare press herself fully onto me. Her cunt gripped me like a vice, its walls trying to pull and coax my seed from me as best they could.
“And now is the moment that we have been building to,” Celestia told me as I felt her weight shift once more. She was lifting herself up and off of me, giving me a full view of the mare that was impaled on my dick.
Her mane was black, her coat a rich, deep brownish-red, with brilliant green eyes that flashed right back at me. My heart leapt and my breath caught in my throat. Even though I had never seen this mare before in my life, I knew instantly who it was: Ruby Lith. My wife.
“We told you, Mr. Cheval,” Celestia said softly, “it is not uncommon in Equestria for another mare to tease a stallion until he finally reaches the mare he is destined to mate with. Enjoy yourself.”
I didn’t look at Celestia. I couldn’t take my eyes off my wife. Ruby stared at me, the passion in her eyes the only thing that kept my interest. I was surrounded by three Princesses, three of the most beautiful, exotic and powerful beings of this world, but none of them could compare to the vision that was before me.
“I was watching you from the next room,” Ruby said in her husky voice. “Do you know how hard it was not to run out here and jump you? And then when they started in on you, even though I knew what was going to happen, I almost ran out here and pushed them away.”
“Are you upset?” I asked.
“I was...at first.” Her breathing was becoming more rapid. “Then things just turned...hot. And I knew that I was going to be the only one that got to fuck you.”
“You’re beautiful,” I admitted.
“You like this?” She smiled down at me. Her lovely, wicked version of a smile. “You like fucking a pony?”
“No,” I told her, “but I adore making love to my wife.”
“Well, right now you’re getting to do both!”
She began to pound me, driving my cock inside her. Our eyes never left each other, the spark between us arcing through our hearts. It took every ounce of willpower that I had--and maybe a touch of Celestia’s magic, I have to admit--to keep myself from reaching orgasm before her.
With a deep groan she convulsed, her body curling up as she spasmed again and again. Magic or not, there was nothing that could keep my passion contained at that moment.
Thick ropes of cum filled her pussy, each burst from me eliciting a sharp grunt that echoed from the core of my being. She collapsed onto me, her muzzle moving to lay beside my head.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you,” she answered.
Holding her tight, I could feel her breathing start to ease. She pulled back slightly, my grip on her loosening as she moved, until she was at the right angle to bend over and kiss me. Our tongues wrestling even as my cock finally lost its hardness and slipped out from inside her.
A thought occurred to me, so I pulled back slightly, once again looking into her eyes. “Did you arrange this?”
“No,” she laughed. “It was Celestia. She--as weird as this sounds--contacted me in my dream. I think that Luna must have been helping.”
“Okay, I gotta ask this: are you sure this isn’t a dream?” Yeah, that should clear it up. If it was a dream, asking part of the dream would give me the definitive answer.
She laughed. “Does it matter? Isn’t everything a dream anyway? Why get stuck on what’s real and what isn’t.”
Yep, that was her.
“Good point, babe,” I kissed her again--and this time she shook with a violent lurch and a sharp gasp. I broke away instantly. “What’s wrong?”
“N--nothing. Oooh!”
She raised her head up and closed her eyes, and I suddenly felt something brush against my leg. I shifted to my left, glancing down to see a lavender mare positioned between my legs. It didn’t take much to figure out what was happening. I held on to Ruby until Twilight had finished.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Celestia stepped up and asked us.
“I did,” I answered, and then looked to my wife. “What about you?”
“Are you kidding? I’m just still jealous that you got more attention than I did!”
“Perhaps we can correct that on a future visit,” Luna said to her. “I would personally like to make it up to you.”
Ruby began to blink rapidly and smile a silly, crooked grin. “Okay.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, Mr. Cheval, I hope you learned something.” Celestia stood back as I began to once again regain my footing. Hoofing? No, I think it’s still footing. “Do you understand what this was all about?”
There is plenty of evidence in the world that I am not the smartest pony--er, person--around, but I like to think that I am also far from the dumbest. “I think that I get it, yeah.”
“And what would that be?”
I looked at the trio of Princesses, each regal and gorgeous in their own right, and then at my wife beside me, who smiled and thumped against me with her--very shapely, if I may say--flank.
“That sex, no matter how exotic and hot the mare, is pretty empty without love.” I turned my head and kissed my wife again.
“I think that you’re done here,” Celestia stated with a smile. “Just remember to keep that part true in your stories.”
“I’ll try,” I said. I knew there would be exceptions, though.
I saw Ruby begin to glow, and then I felt myself become lighter. She raised up off the ground and I soon followed, floating up towards the ceiling. Her form began to waver, becoming somewhat transparent after only a few moments. I held out a hoof and saw that the same was true of me.
The world started to fade away, first at the far edges and then collapsing in towards the middle. Just before everything went away completely I saw a pink pony with a multicolored mane come rushing into the room.
“Sorry I’m late! The Crystal Kingdom...” She looked up at me directly. “Aw dammit!”
The world of Equestria vanished, but only from my vision. Never from my thoughts.
THE END!