Chapter 1
Part 1 - Morning
She always woke up before him. No matter how hard he tried to wake up first, she always beat him to it. At night he would press up against her soft, furry flank, but in the morning he would always find her side of the massive bed empty; the covers a mess, and the pillow still warm. He groped around for his clothes, but couldn’t find them where he’d tossed them the night before. The sound of her hooves alerted him to her presence a few seconds before she spoke.
“No more clothes for you,” she said. Her voice was… perfect. Musical. His heart skipped a beat when she spoke, knowing her words were a firm, but loving, command. “If you’re going to live in Equestria, then you’re going to have to learn to adapt.”
“Yes, Princess,” he said, bowing his head. He knew she liked that.
It had been a month since he’d first arrived here. Some sort of accident had brought him to this bizarre world of magic and small, talking pastel-colored horses. Everything before that was fuzzy - even his name. He’d been found by a family who did their best to be hospitable, considering the circumstances. They thought he was some sort of hairless bear or giant ape, at first, and had given him the name ‘Citrine’, on account of his bright blonde hair. They’d walked him through some creepy woods for a few days until they reached a rather large town. A mare who lived there, one with a lavender coat and a dark plum mane, examined him with all the scrutiny of a scientist. After a day of polite questioning he’d been taken to this place, a palace atop a city built into the side of the tallest mountain in the world.
He’d been taken to the home of Princess Celestia, wise demi-goddess and ruler of all Equestria. She was an alicorn, and wielded the power to raise and lower the Sun itself. After a week of distant observation and polite discourse, he found out that she was rather bold and direct; she made her attraction to his alien form and personality plainly known. Like any other female, Celestia had certain needs; needs that he found himself willing to fulfill. The notion of being the lover of a sentient equine did take some time to get used to, but he’d discovered in the past week just how generous a sexual partner the Princess could be. What little he could remember of the human world didn’t include any intimate encounters that even came close to what Celestia did to him.
The human stood and stretched, showing off for his lover. He was in decent enough shape, of average height and build, with a dusting of dark-blonde hair that was thickest at his crotch. Opening one eye ever so slightly, he snuck a peek at Celestia to see if she was enjoying the show. The princess was biting her lip, her eyes half-lidded as they roamed across his body in a hungry way. The night before had been the most passionate to date, and yet for all their lovemaking, his playful presentation had rekindled Celestia’s lust.
“Citrine,” she said in a low, husky voice. “You’re lucky I’ve already raised the Sun, otherwise my subjects would start wondering if their clocks were wrong.”
“Does my Princess like what she sees?” Citrine asked, sitting back down on the bed, his thighs casually splayed. His half-hard cock lay between them, resting atop his fuzzy sack in an almost innocent display of tasteful nudity.
As an answer, Celestia trotted over and nuzzled Citrine’s chest, pushing him back gently so that he was laying down. Her muzzle was cool as she left a trail of kisses down his belly towards his hardening shaft.
“Yes, she does,” Celestia purred as she drew nearer to Citrine’s sex. “She remembers how hard you rutted her last night when she asked you so sweetly.”
“I live to serve,” Citrine gasped as her lips found the base of his cock. Her warm tongue flicked out to taste him, a long lick traveling from base to tip, ending with a swirl around his glans that left him hard and throbbing.
“Yes, you do,” Celestia said as she took a step back. “And you shall be rewarded for your service.”
Citrine propped himself up with his elbows, a curious look coming to his face. A charming blush came to Celestia’s cheeks, a faint flush of bubblegum-pink. Her horn glowed a bright sunshine yellow, and an aura of the same color sprang up around Citrine’s cock. Her magic felt like a warm summer breeze tickling his skin. The human let out a quiet gasp at the sensation; she’d never done anything like this before. The tickling sensation intensified, turning into a pleasant tingling within his belly before abruptly stopping as the magic aura winked out.
“Wh- what did you do?” Citrine asked. Celestia gave a sweet smile as she nuzzled the human’s crotch. His cock throbbed against her muzzle, eliciting a demure giggle from the demi-goddess.
“I’ve cast a spell,” she said, her lips planting a firm, sensual kiss across the lobe of his scrotum. With gentle pressure she popped the nut into her mouth and gave it a long suck before releasing it with a wet plop. “You will now be unable to cum unless I allow you to. I hope you don’t mind.”
Citrine felt his heart leap and his cock twitch. He’d enjoyed submitting to his lover’s whims, but this was definitely an escalation in their play. The idea hadn’t really ever crossed his mind, but now that the spell had been woven into his flesh (he could feel it, even now, a gentle tightness in his belly that fluttered from time to time) it thrilled him to no end.
“M-my orgasms are yours, Princess,” Citrine said, trying to contain his excitement at the prospect of having just given up control over his sexual release. He sat up and hugged Celestia’s long head to his chest. “I hope I can be worthy enough to earn the right to cum.”
“Well… first things first,” Celestia answered, pulling her head back after giving him a final nuzzle. She turned with a quick trot, her triple-hued tail swishing to one side, revealing her pink-lipped marehood. The thick labia of Celestia’s vulva winked lewdly, streamers of clear marecum strung between them. “Eat up… breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
She leaned back, pushing her rump towards Citrine, but the human needed no encouragement. Oral sex had been their first intimate contact, and it was still his favorite. Pressing his face into the hot, fragrant marehood in front of him, Citrine began lavishing the puffy lips with his tongue. Long licks up and down, tracing the wrinkles and folds of Celestia’s sex with painstaking detail. Citrine kissed the massive clit at the base of her sex, a knot of super-sensitive tissue about as big as an oversized shooter marble. It was pierced, a delicate hoop of silver ornamenting it in a display both refined and erotic. He sucked it into his mouth, hoop-first, and as he nursed it he felt the tall mare’s knees wobble.
Citrine raised his hands to the plush cheeks of Celestia’s rump and pushed forward. Celestia took the hint and leaned forward until she was laying down on her forelegs, giving Citrine plenty of room to work while preventing her from toppling gracelessly to the floor. The human’s face grew slick with Celestia’s juices as he worshiped her: he nuzzled into the winking depths of her vulva and left a trail of sloppy kisses up and down each labia. Tentatively, Citrine’s tongue grazed the bottom-most edge of her thick anal ring. Their love-play had yet to include this particular mode of oral pleasure, but the sudden, needful whiney the alicorn uttered informed Citrine of his lover’s view on analingus.
“Yessss,” she hissed, a firm, authoritative tone slipping into her voice. “Worship your princess, human. We demand proper devotion from you - lick the royal asshole!”
Citrine obeyed, his cock throbbing between his legs at her commanding words. The donut of muscle winked in time with the mare’s vulva, and he kissed it lovingly. The human moaned as he traced his tongue around Celestia’s anal circumference. Through magic or mundane means, the alicorn had kept herself clean; the natural flavor of her skin was all Citrine tasted. He pushed his tongue deeper into the tight ring of muscle. At first, Celestia gasped and tensed up, but as she let out a sigh Citrine felt her sphincter relax, letting his tongue progress deeper into her body.
The human pushed his tongue in slowly, holding it for a few seconds when he could go no deeper. He savored the clean, musky flavor of Celestia’s body before withdrawing. Citrine repeated the gesture, slowly fucking Celestia’s asshole with his tongue. In praise of his work, the mare made a variety of gasping, giggly moans. Her plush cheeks flexed against Citrine’s face as she struggled to keep her rump angled up. When Citrine next thrust his tongue inside of her, Celestia pushed back, trying to help him sink even deeper.
Citrine brought his hands to Celestia’s marehood, his nimble fingers pulling her labia apart and teasing her slick entrance. Celestia neighed in full-force at the welcome intrusion, and no sooner had Citrine slipped his fingers inside of her she came. A hot spray of thick, clear slime gushed from her vagina, spattering against Citrine’s face, neck and chest. He pulled back and lapped at her clit, prolonging her morning orgasm. He moaned into the spray, loving every rope of marecum that gushed across his face. His cock throbbed painfully between his thighs, but this exercise was entirely devoted to Celestia’s pleasure; even if she hadn’t cast the orgasm-blocking spell, this wouldn’t have set Citrine off. He wouldn’t have wanted to, anyway. This was Celestia’s orgasm, and Citrine considered himself the luckiest male in Equestria that she demanded he be the one to give it to her.
“Enough!” Celestia rasped after nearly a solid minute of orgasm. At once, Citrine stopped, pulling back and bowing his head. Thick streamers of her cum connected her sex and his face, drooping against the tug of gravity.
Celestia’s hind quarters fell to the floor of her bed chamber, the alicorn spent. Her flanks rose and fell as she panted, catching her breath and regaining her royal composure. Citrine lifted his eyes, watching her vulva flutter and wink with post-orgasmic aftershocks, oozing marecum still. With a grunt the demi-goddess rose on shaky knees and turned in place. Celestia pressed her muzzle into Citrine’s face in a passionate kiss, moaning at the taste of her own juices on his lips and tongue. She even licked his face, cleaning some of the streamers of sex fluids she’d deposited there.
“Such a wonderful way to start my day,” Celestia purred, her voice velvety. “You’ve done well, Citrine, but you’ll have to do exactly as I say if I’m to unlock that spell on you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Princess,” Citrine answered quietly, daring a look into his lover’s eyes. Deep pools of violet met his gaze, full of mystery and wisdom. “Whatever you demand, I will obey.”
“Understand that should you ever want to be released from this… from the spell, or from any of my demands, you simply need to say the word ‘grimoire’,” Celestia said, a curious look on her face. She was studying him. A human concept came to Citrine’s head - she was giving him a safe-word! Citrine felt himself smile, a blush coming to his own face.
“My Princess is too kind,” he said, looking down again. “I understand… but I do not think I will be saying that any time soon.”
Celestia gave him a quick nuzzle and then stood to her full height.
“Clean yourself up,” she said, trotting to the door to her room. “I’ve court to attend, but I expect the royal bed to be made and this room cleaned by the time I return for lunch. Be ready to receive me at that time.”
“As my Princess commands,” Citrine said, standing into a bow.
Part 2 - Noon
As soon as Celestia departed, Citrine busied himself. Through an archway to one side of the bed was a broad balcony, covered by an awning of silk dyed a rich red. It reminded Citrine of the setting Sun burned away the blue of the sky and stained it blood red. Set into the balcony, a few pony-lengths from its rail, was a deep pool of water. Bubbling like a fountain, it was deep enough for Celestia to submerge herself up to her neck, and was constructed with a few broad shelves upon which she, or any guest, may sit and relax.
Due to enchantments laid down onto the tub, the water within could be adjusted to whatever temperature the user wished, and was perpetually clean despite its exposure to the elements. Not so much as a stray leaf or twig dirtied the water. Citrine stepped into the water, sighing as the tub magically heated its contents to a soothing heat that was perfect for the human’s aching muscles. The week of marathon sex with Celestia had taken its toll on the human’s back and hips. The tightness melted away, however, when Citrine sank into the deliciously hot water.
The human watched the city below him and all its citizens. From his vantage point the whole of Canterlot stretched forward like a model. The city was a proper metropolis, peopled with throngs of ponies living out their lives beneath the watchful gaze of their ruler’s private bath. Pegasi swooped between tall towers and fluffy clouds. Unicorns glowed as they cast dozens of spells to bake bread or enchant objects. Earth Ponies trotted to and fro, happy to peddle their wares or otherwise keep their appointments.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” asked a quiet voice from behind him.
Citrine gave a start, spinning around and splashing hot water across the tiled balcony floor. From an archway on the far end of the balcony, hidden from view by the curve of the palace wall, a pony had appeared wearing the armor of Celestia’s palace guard. From the pitch of the voice, Citrine could tell this was another mare. And to his embarrassment, Citrine had forgotten to acquire a towel before getting into the tub.
“Oh, I’m sorry!,” she said as she trotted forward. Beneath the armor, Citrine saw her coat was a pale rust-red, and from beneath her helmet could be seen a few strands of dark plum mane. From the brow of her helmet protruded a horn, marking her as a Unicorn. Her honey-brown eyes were kind and bright. “How foalish of me to sneak up on you like that; I do apologize if I gave you a fright.”
“It’s quite alright,” Citrine said with a nervous laugh. A dozen questions swirled through his head, but he had no idea where to begin asking. “My name is Citrine… what’s yours?”
The mare gave a little half-trot backwards and swept her forward half down in an equine bow.
“I am Ivory Trinket,” she said. “Member of Princess Celestia’s personal guard. The Princess has seen fit to assign me to your person for the day. Though she did mention I was not to help you, should you request assistance with her… tasks?”
Citrine blushed a little harder. Love-play in the privacy of her bedchambers was one thing, but for Celestia to even hint at their relations in such a way felt scandalous for some reason. But, at the same time, Citrine rather liked it. Beneath the hot water his cock throbbed back into hardness, despite his shyness.
“Ah, y-yes,” the human stuttered. “M-my tasks! Well, I mustn't keep you; you’ve obviously got important things to do so please don’t mind me I’ll be fine!”
Ivory Trinket cocked her head, her brow tilted in a look of bemusement.
“Yeah… afraid orders are orders, Citrine,” she said. A sly grin spread across her face. “She mentioned no clothes, either.”
Citrine felt his eyes widen and his face flush. To an outside observer, he looked positively beet-red.
“Y… ya… n… “ gasped the human. Letting anyone other than Celestia see his nudity was too embarrassing to contemplate! He had only just begun to get used to the idea that the overwhelming majority of the citizens of Equestria were functionally nude 24 hours a day. His first encounter with the friendly family of ponies who’d rescued him was a shock for many reasons. Not only were his saviors miniature horses who could speak, they seemed utterly carefree with the fact that they were naked. Indeed, they thought his clothes were a strange sort of fur before he explained their function.
“Look,” Ivory said, her smile softening into a kinder expression. “The Princess warned me that you might be flustered at the idea. But she wants you to get used to the fact that most ponies don’t wear clothes. Far be it from me to tell her how to treat her guests - that’s Princess Luna’s job. We lowly guards stamp our hooves and stand at attention when she gives us orders.”
Citrine nodded, splashing a handful of tub water across his face to try and bring himself back to reality.
“I’ll grab a towel for you, okay?” Ivory asked. “But then you need to get out; the bed isn’t going to make itself.”
Citrine nodded again, accepting the towel Ivory levitated towards him with muttered thanks. He stood, turning his back to the mare as he dried off. She made no sound, but the human could feel her eyes on his body.
She’s just looking, Citrine thought to himself. Everyone looks because you’re essentially an alien in this place. Just deal with it.
Despite his best attempts at delaying the inevitable, it finally came time for Citrine to put aside the towel and stand, naked, in front of an Equestrian other than Celestia. With a sigh he tossed the towel towards a hamper and turned around. Risking a glance at Ivory, Citrine saw her appraising eyes slowly work up and down his form. She once again cocked her head, like she was solving a particularly intricate riddle and was lost in thought.
“Fascinating,” she said, sounding genuinely impressed. “Your physiology is comparable to that of an Equestrian but… well, with some noticeable differences. Your limbs are very oddly placed. And… well, I’m not quite sure how to ask this…”
Ivory trotted a few paces closer, now barely a foot from Citrine’s naked body. He felt her warmth; the air had a slight chill thanks to Canterlot’s higher altitude, which was magnified by his nudity and the lingering damp that clung to him.
“Is that… normal?” Ivory asked, pointing an armored hoof at Citrine’s sex. His hard, throbbing cock that was so engorged with blood it was pointing up at an angle.
“I-it’s… I’m aroused,” Citrine said, not able to make eye contact. “P-Princess Celestia cast this spell and now I can’t… uh… n-now I’m n-not able to… c-climax until she says so. And I’m not sure if it’s the spell or the s-situation but it w-won’t go down.”
Ivory leaned in close, getting a very clear look at Citrine’s cock. He stood stock-still, only the occasional nervous twitch betraying his shame. He’d never been open with his nudity, not that he could remember. Had Ivory simply ignored his lack of clothing he probably would have been okay. But her scrutiny, the fact that he now felt like a specimen in a lab, was making his stomach do flips. And it was extraordinarily arousing.
“It’s not painful?” she asked, looking up at him with concern.
“N-no,” he answered. “Well… I mean, sort of. But not in a bad way? I… I kind of… like it.”
Ivory Trinket stepped back with a huge, friendly smile on her face.
“Princess Celestia chose wisely,” she chirped. “She hasn’t taken a lover in… wow, years. And you’re so darn adorable! And so obedient and honest! She really likes that sort of thing; you’re exactly what she needs right now.”
“You… wait, what?” Citrine asked, more confused than anything.
“Citrine, I’m part of the Princess’s personal guard,” Ivory said with all the patience and good cheer of a teacher. “There’s no detail of her intimate life myself and the other members aren’t aware of. She has secrets, to be sure, but when it comes to those who she allows into her bed we are given a full run-down on them. We know who they are, where they come from, and what they do. This includes the things they do to the Princess; she rather enjoys letting us know what goes on behind closed doors.”
Citrine stood there, mouth agog. His lover, the ruler of this entire planet, loved to tell her personal guards every last lurid detail of her love-life. He felt his heart skip a beat when he realized that included all the things the two of them had been doing to one another for the past week.
“I can tell you that she is quite satisfied with your performance,” Ivory said with a sly grin. “You’re not as big as any Equestrian stallion… but it’s been so long she says you feel massive. Besides, if you’re truly desperate to win a dick-waving contest there’s a few alchemists we can contact. Discretely, of course.”
Before Citrine could say anything else Ivory marched behind him and gently, but firmly, pushed him toward the bedroom with a helmeted head pressed against the small of his back.
“Now, get to work,” she said as his legs carried him away from the balcony. “I can’t help you, but I’ll at least be able to enjoy the view.”
Like most objects in Celestia’s boudoir, the bed refused to become dirty, no matter how many late-night snacks the Princess enjoyed or how much of their various fluids stained the sheets. Not even a stray hair from Celestia’s mane could be found on the pillows. But, for some reason, the bed was not capable of making itself. Citrine gave a grunt of mild frustration at the gap in functionality.
The human busied himself, flicking the sheets into their rough positions and then making all the necessary adjustments by hand. The bed was big enough that the relatively simple task took a lot longer than normal. Of course, in order to comfortably fit an equine demi-goddess roughly the same size as a small horse from Citrine’s homeworld the bed had to be rather big indeed.
Once the bed was made Citrine continued to straighten the room, putting away the odd book or two that had been pulled for reference or leisure. None of the books here were in a language he could understand, but he figured he’d learn eventually. Every once in a while he’d catch a glimpse of Ivory. She’d taken off her helmet once he had begun his work, revealing her mane to be cut in a stylish, short bob. Her mane was deep plum-purple, with the occasional streak of silvery grey. He saw her eyes track his body, and saw the appreciative grin she wore; she obviously enjoyed watching him work.
Eventually she produced a slab of white material from her saddlebags, levitating it with her silver-grey magical aura. Little knives and chisels of magical force consolidated themselves into existence, and she began carving the material down with considerable skill.
“Is that your special talent?” Citrine asked. He’d learned about cutie marks and the talents they foretold from the family that found him. He loved learning about each pony’s mark and corresponding talent; the entire idea was endlessly fascinating to him. “Carving?”
“Not quite,” Ivory said, standing and turning slightly to one side, revealing her unarmored flank. A curled shape the color of aged ivory sat on her haunch. It looked like a comically oversized fishhook with rounded edges. Citrine recognized it from his hazy pre-Equestria memories as a pendent. “My talent is related to carving - I can make just about anything out of bone. I can enchant them, too; I don’t know a lot of spells, but the ones I know can all be applied to the items I create.”
“That’s got to be useful,” Citrine said. “I can see why you’d be a good guard-pony; you could make anything the situation called for, provided you had enough material.”
Ivory Trinket nodded, pleased with how quickly Citrine caught on.
“What are you making now?” Citrine asked. The carving was a rough cylinder, but lacked any other detail at the moment.
“It’s a surprise,” she said with a mischievous grin.
Without warning, the big double-doors of the royal bedchambers burst open. A pair of royal guards, a pegasus and an earth pony, entered first, followed by Princess Celestia. Between the two guards floated a wide silver tray piled high with food. Ivory stood at attention, her half-carved project falling gently to the floor into a pile of bone shavings. Citrine sat on the bed, trying to hide himself. He’d almost gotten used to being naked around Ivory, but the sudden intrusion - especially of a pair of ponies he’d never seen before, reawakened his shame.
“Good afternoon, Citrine,” Celestia said with a beatific smile. “Need I remind you it is traditional to stand when a Princess enters or leaves a room?”
Wordlessly, flushing a brighter crimson than before, Citrine stood, his hands stiff at his sides as he obeyed the Princess’ subtle command. His cock had softened to half-hardness, but was becoming more erect despite his best efforts to will it otherwise.
“I see you still require time amongst my guard-mares before you become used Equestrian norms,” the Princess said with a gentle laugh. Ivory and the other two guards let out girlish giggles as Citrine’s cock twitched; he hadn’t realized the two new guards were also female. Four mares now stood within close distance to him, each one casually regarding his alien anatomy.
In unison, the two new guards deposited the tray of food they carried onto a low table in front of the bed. Celestia trotted over to the bed, patting the plush blanket with a hoof. The human sat on the bed, next to his lover’s head. She nuzzled his belly, prompting him to stroke her mane.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
“Me, too,” he answered, burying his face into her shimmering mane. She smelled like sunlight and summer. With a slow nudge she pushed him backwards, until he fell onto his side, his head coming to rest near her belly.
“I’m hungry,” she said, gesturing with her horn towards the platter of food. It was piled high with fruits and veggies. “And I’m guessing you are, too. But you were such a good boy, obeying my orders, that you’re going to have something very special for your meal.”
Her hind leg hitched up, revealing the small mounds of her mammaries. The fur there was thin, showing her pearl-grey skin and a pair of dark slate nipples. Like her clit, her teats were pierced, each one with a hoop of silver identical to the one through her clit. Celestia’s horn glowed, followed a heartbeat later by a matching glow encompassing her teats. She gave a little grunt of pleasure as her breasts began to swell, rapidly inflating. Citrine watched in awe as Celestia’s breasts grew plump and heavy, pulling away from her belly slightly due to gravity. The nipples grew longer and thicker, and even darker in color, making their piercings stand out all the more This went on for a long moment until, at last, the glow stopped. A thick bead of pure white milk appeared on one teat.
“Drink from me, while I eat, Citrine,” she commanded. Citrine looked down the bed. All three of Celestia’s guards were watching him intently. Ivory’s mouth was open in a look of surprise. The earth pony, a tall, broad-breasted mare licked her lips nervously. The smallest of the three, the pegasus, wore an expression of mild envy. Celestia was not looking at her lover; she was already tucking into the feast before her. The casual dismissal, the assumption that he would simply obey her command, sent a little thrill through Citrine’s belly. And, of course, he was rock-hard.
Tentatively, Citrine scooted closer. He’d experimented with his lover’s teats before, but had stuck to mostly oral stimulation and penetration in their nightly couplings. The royal mammaries hadn’t been very large; only a handful each. Now that they were magically engorged with milk, however, they resembled human breasts considerably more, tickling Citrine’s human-focused erotic sensibilities. He touched a shaky hand to one, and both equine and human moaned at the contact.
“So warm,” Citrine mumbled. Firm, but slightly yielding. He gave a little squeeze, and laughed at the spurt of milk that sprayed against his cheek.
“Drink!” Celestia laughed. “Don’t waste the royal milk!”
“At once, Princess,” Citrine said, drawing close and sucking a thumb-thick nipple into his mouth. The cool metal of the nipple ring warmed quickly inside his mouth. A gentle suckle sent Celestia’s milk flowing into Citrine’s mouth. Like the mare that made it, Celestia’s milk was beyond description. Thick as cream, salty and sweet, with notes of clove and honey. The suckling action was primal, a deep-brain instinct that Citrine fell into without effort. He drank, and Celestia produced more. He pressed his face into the hot, firm breast before him and moaned as the gesture gushed even more.
Celestia’s hind leg lowered, gently, onto Citrine’s head, trapping him between her thighs. The soft light of the room was dim in that secret space, and Citrine closed his eyes. In that gentle darkness, there was just the two of them. The sound of Celestia’s demure munching, peppered with the occasional moan or gasp, was muffled. The sweet smell of her milk filled Citrine’s nose, mingling with her feminine musk. Above his head her marehood audibly winked and gushed, a quiet, wet sound that informed Citrine of just how stimulating his obedience was.
Citrine switched breasts, massaging the half-drained teat with his fingers as he drained the other. Milk and saliva lubricated his fingers as they slipped over and around the hard nipple. Celestia’s moans became more frequent, and her hips began to rock as she squeezed her thighs, humping her tits into Citrine’s face.
Citrine’s belly gurgled with the sweet, thick meal Celestia fed him. He felt a muzzle nuzzling his thighs, laying a wandering trail of kisses across his lower half. He shifted as best he could, letting Celestia get easier access to him. The spell she’d cast on his body still lay strong in his flesh; had it not been in place he would have cum almost instantly, due to the intimacy of the current moment (to say nothing of the day’s teasing on top of it). His cock tried to cum; it throbbed and his balls clenched, but he felt no sperm release. A thick blob of precum bubbled up his length, which was lapped away by an eager tongue. He responded by grazing one of Celestia’s teats with his teeth.
It was at that moment that she drew his cock into her mouth. And then laughed.
Wait, how can she laugh with my cock in her mouth? Citrine asked himself. He pulled away, Celestia’s thighs parting to let him back into the world.
Ivory was on the bed, laying down between his thighs. Her eyes were closed, her muzzle lovingly wrapped around his cock and giving him the best blowjob he’d ever had. Celestia’s gaze swept from her guard-mare’s devotion to her lover’s look of shock.
“My guards are rewarded for their service, too, Citrine,” she laughed. “She showed great restraint in not mounting you. I decided her self-control merited a chance to enjoy you.”
Citrine stammered, tried to talk, but speech had fled him.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Celestia said. “They’re still so full… you will relieve that pressure, won’t you, sweet Citrine?”
Citrine hesitated, but in seconds Celestia’s thighs had trapped him again, forcing his open mouth onto one of her teats once again. The darkness of that space glowed softly; as Citrine drank, he gave a muffled grunt of surprise as Celestia’s lactation spell flared to life once again, refilling her teats to ripeness once more.
Citrine spent the next hour draining Celestia’s teats only to have them be refilled, over and over. Through the whole process, Ivory positively worshiped his cock. She nuzzled his crotch, sucked each ball into her mouth. Her tongue even slipped down to his taint, pushing into the firm flesh there and making him twitch. Her delight in exploring her body was evident with the giggles and coos she uttered as she played with him. The fact that he couldn’t see her, and that the other two guard-mares could be heard giving suggestions and laughing along with his reactions, only made him harder. And, throughout it all, Celestia’s orgasm-blocking spell held firm. Three, maybe four times, Citrine’s body tried to cum to no avail
At last, however, Celestia released Citrine from her powerful thighs. He gasped, able at last to get a proper breath of air, one that didn’t smell of sweet milk or musky mare. As the Princess pulled away, laying more comfortably, Citrine saw his handiwork. Celestia’s teats had finally deflated back down to their previous size, though her nipples were dark gray, almost black, from stimulation. Her marehood winked from its secret space in the valley of her rump, covered in ribbons of fragrant cum. The two guard mares were disrobing, helping one another strip out of their armor. Ivory was already bare, lounging between Citrine’s thighs. She looked drunk, her eyes half-lidded as she nuzzled Citrine’s sex and drank in the smell of him.
“I’ve business to attend at court,” Celestia said as she stood. Her knees wobbled only slightly, a sight that kindled a little flicker of pride in Citrine’s chest. This beautiful mare, this goddess in a world of magic, was walking funny because of him. “But you’ve two mares to entertain. Ivory will no doubt share her knowledge of your body with them during the afternoon.”
“Not that you have much choice… but you still cannot cum,” Celestia said. She looked backwards, her elegant neck curved against itself. She stood tall, imperious and regal in her bearing. Her mane and tail swam, as they always did, catching the afternoon sunlight and shimmering like sand on the beach. Between the flickering, rippling strands of her silken tail Citrine caught tantalizing glimpses of her marehood, still inflamed. The human knew he had pleasured his lover, but her continued need for release was obvious. “That is something that you will give to me tonight, only after I have had satisfactory reports from my guards. Do you understand?”
Citrine nodded, gulping audibly as he felt the bed shift as the two other mares climbed onto it. They all watched Celestia leave, head held high, her pussy throbbing. After the door shut, Citrine sighed to himself.
“I hope she’ll be okay,” he muttered. “She looked… in need.”
“The princess likes to tease others,” the Earth Pony mare said as she slid her warm flank against his back. At his hip, the Pegasus pony probed his ribs with tentative, feathery kisses. “But she teases herself, too. She’ll be fine.”
“Your devotion is commendable,” the little Pegasus said, looking up at Citrine. She was young, as best Citrine could tell, but obviously a full-grown mare. Her face had a slightly more cherubic look to it, but the overall effect was a look of youthful mischief. “But you have your orders - there are three mares here that need your attention!”
Part 3 - Night
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur of sensation. Late into his life, Citrine would struggle to remember the specifics of that first, heady day with the three mares. Mouths found mouths, fingers found flanks. The smell and taste and feel of sex saturated everything.
The mares took turns mounting Citrine at his suggestion. They giggled and shrieked as they balanced on top of him; the idea of a mare making love to a stallion while being on top was an unusual concept to Equestrians. Luckily, however, Citrine’s human anatomy made the position much more comfortable for everyone. The weight of his lovers was pleasant - the heaviest amongst them was still lighter than any human lover Citrine could remember, and the ponies loved it thanks to how deep they could be penetrated.
They took turns testing his oral skills, as well. They sat on his face, grinding their puffy labia into his nose and cooing as he made his devotion known. The biggest of them, the Earth Pony named Amber Aegis, loved to see how long he could hold his breath. Dawn Vigil, the little Pegasus mare, was so light she couldn’t interfere with Citrine’s breathing at all.
They would take breaks, letting Citrine recover as they pleasured one another. Some of these rest periods would be utterly innocent, human and equine snuggling together. Often, though, hands and hooves would begin to wander, leading to slow, tender stimulation.
Amber Aegis bore a cutie mark in the shape of a steel-rimmed shield on her flanks, and boasted at her stamina and defensive skills. Citrine saw fit to test them with the most powerful thrusts he could manage, and to their mutual enjoyment the contest was determined to be a tie. Dawn Vigil was fast; her duty was to race ahead of the rising sun and make sure the night’s activities hadn’t yielded any dangers. Her heart fluttered like a bird when Citrine held her close and massaged her long-feathered wings. They were quite sensitive, and both Ivory and Amber made it clear just how much the little pegasus trusted Citrine to let him touch the delicate limbs.
Through it all, Ivory found time to work on her carving. When she was not rutting with Citrine or sitting on his face, she was catching her breath and whittling. The other two did their best to keep the human from paying too much attention.
After several hours of sex in shifts, the four lovers collapsed into a pile in the center of the bed. All three ponies snuggled up to Citrine, surrounding him with their warm, fur-covered bodies. He found the position quite comfortable, and despite himself he drifted off to sleep, wrapped up as he was in a tangled nest of warmth and affection.
The whisper and thud of the opening door woke the foursome from their slumber as Celestia returned.
“Goodness,” Celestia said in a loud stage whisper. “What do I see here? My most trusted guards in my bed? With my lover?!”
Rousing herself, Amber hopped from the bed and stood, naked, before her princess. She held herself tall in a very theatrical pose, playing along with Celestia’s false shock.
“Just following orders, ma’am,” she grunted, deepening her voice into a low octave fit for a soldier. “The suspect has been thoroughly searched and exhausted. He poses no threat to your Royal Person.”
“Pity,” Celestia said with a heavy, fake sigh. “I had so hoped he would be able to play.”
Awake by now, Citrine attempted to extract himself from the giggling forms of Ivory and Dawn. Clambering off the bed he stood, but his knees threatened to give way beneath him. Amber was right; the three guard-mares had worn him out.
“Forgive me, Princess,” Citrine panted, joining in the theatricality of the moment. “The soul is willing, but the flesh… uh. I can hardly stand; I don’t know if I can be your stallion for the night.”
“Then how about being my mare?” Celestia asked with a growl, her eyes glinting in the fading light of twilight. Pulling her neck back, Celestia took on a truly regal pose, towering a head above Citrine’s height. She looked down at him, making the human feel quite small.
“Citrine,” Celestia intoned. “You have proven yourself to be a worthy and obedient lover. You have pleased the Royal heart, and for your devotion I offer you a gift. Ivory Trinket?”
Wordlessly, Ivory floated her work into the space between Citrine and Celestia. It was done - a finely-wrought collar. It was thin-walled, with a hinge carved into the material itself, and a relief pattern of knot-work.
“It’s beautiful… but I don’t understand,” Citrine said, unsure of where to look.
“Submit yourself to me,” Celestia said, her voice softening. “Accept my collar, and pledge yourself, body and soul, to me. It’s more of a formality than anything, but I tend to reward my lovers quite handsomely… what do you say to three lovely mares to take as your herd?”
All three guard-mares tittered at that. Amber pawed the floor with a hoof, while Dawn’s wings buzzed and fluffed. Ivory blushed, hard. All three of them were looking at Citrine with expressions of hope and anticipation.
“Do you want this, too?” Citrine asked, looking at each mare in turn. All three nodded in ascent.
“We’ve been hearing tales about you for a week,” Dawn said. “The Princess… uh…”
“The Princess leads a busy life,” Celestia said, the warmth of her voice saturating every syllable. “But so, too, do my guards. Lovers that can keep pace with three healthy mares, each in the prime of their lives, are rare. You piqued my curiosity, Citrine, but I also saw an opportunity to gauge you for this task… while fulfilling some of my own needs, as well.”
“Let no one say you’re not efficient,” Citrine quipped, to the laughter of all four mares. “So… you don’t want to… be with me anymore?”
“Not at all, Citrine,” Celestia said. “From time to time I’ll request your herd to let me have you for a night - just for you and I. This collar simply establishes that you are theirs, that they can command you as I do, and that you will obey them.”
Hazy memories fluttered about Citrine’s mind; he realized this was an awful lot like a marriage ceremony. To his surprise, he felt quite happy about the notion.
Citrine sank to his knees, bending forward and presenting his neck to Celestia.
“I accept,” he said. After a few seconds he felt the collar close around his neck. It fit perfectly, and at the throat a little heart-shaped lock made of brass clicked closed. With a burst of brightly-colored magic, Celestia tugged Citrine up and forward by the collar. She kissed him, deeply, the hunger in her plain to see. The ceremony, however informal, was pushing her buttons. Each of the mares followed suit. Amber kissed him next, a gentle, almost bashful affair, but one that crept up in passion as human and mare kissed. Dawn was next, fluttering up until she was level with Citrine, wrapping her forelegs around his neck as they kissed. Ivory was last, who clipped a leash onto Citrine’s collar and tugged him down until he was on his hands and knees. Only then did she kiss him.
“Oh, do keep him like that,” Celestia purred. Citrine had turned around during the exchange of kisses, and was inadvertently presenting himself, not unlike a mare, to the Princess. Citrine tried to stand, or at least look at the princess, but his new herd closed in on him, nuzzling and kissing his body all over. The two who weren’t occupying his mouth planted trails of kisses down his neck, his shoulders, his back and flanks. They even nipped at his hips and backside.
Citrine was kissing Amber when he felt a warm muzzle push between his cheeks and a warm, broad tongue lap from taint to tailbone. Celestia was giving him a sensual tongue-bath, paying special attention to his tight pucker. After several long minutes of brain-melting pleasure, Celestia ceased her rimjob and trotted forward. She stood above Citrine, straddling him.
“Relax, lover,” she said. “A mare must learn her place in the herd.”
Citrine felt something cool and hard press against his asshole. He gasped, but did his best to obey Celestia’s orders. Before him, Amber had shifted, laying on her back and giving him access to her flat teats and winking marehood. Citrine kissed the firm, lightly-furred flesh of Amber’s belly, moaning into her skin as Celestia began to push.
Ivory and Dawn flanked Amber, kissing her and Citrine, their hooves massaging the prone Earth pony’s soft tummy.
“I made that, too,” Ivory whispered, her breath tickling Citrine’s ear. “It’s never been used; the Princess gets first go at it, and from then on it’s herd property… just like you.”
Citrine gave a lusty moan as Celestia pushed the strap on deeper into his body. It warmed quickly, soaking up the heat of his belly. The ivory dildo was as smooth as glass, and coated with some sort of lube that eased its passage. Celestia was very slow, pushing only hard enough to made progress, but never enough to cause pain. To the best of Citrine’s knowledge, he’d never experienced anything like this. It was bliss.
The strapon was large, but not so much so that it couldn’t fit entirely within Citrine’s body. Like his collar, it was, in fact, a perfect fit. When Celestia bottomed the toy out she lingered for a while, nibbling Citrine’s ear and neck, giving the meat of his shoulder a playful, firm bite. Citrine knew that in his world, that was what stallions did to their mares as a sign of dominance. Despite himself, Citrine gave out a jerky little giggle that sounded suspiciously like a whiney.
Celestia laughed as she pulled out, and in seconds began a slow, steady rhythm. Dawn wiggled her way beneath Citrine in a snug 69, drawing his thick, throbbing member into her muzzle and lovingly sucking it in time with Celestia’s thrusts. Celestia’s powerful hips sped up, and Ivory felt magic lift him slightly to better meet her body. The soft fur of her belly slid against his lower back, each stroke of her fake cock sending shivers up his spine.
“Do you want to cum?” Celestia asked in a breathy whisper. Citrine couldn’t tell if it’d been minutes or hours since she first entered him. The fact that he couldn’t cum, that her spell was still on him, hadn’t crossed his mind.
“I’ve submitted to you,” Citrine said, panting. “It doesn’t matter what I want. Only the herd can decide if I cum or not.”
“Right answer,” Celestia said, her horn flaring to life. Deep in Citrine’s belly, he felt the magic unravel. At once, the urge to cum grew to an overwhelming force. The orgasms he’d tried to have throughout the day hadn’t been stopped - they’d been suspended. They were all there, lurking in his balls and shaft, waiting to be released; and their cage had just been lifted.
The world ceased to exist. Citrine was no more. He could barely think, let alone scream. He felt a muzzle - Dawn’s - close around his cock for one last time, and he came. His swollen balls, aching for release, ejected 7 orgasms worth of sperm at once. Little Dawn made a gurgling sound, but swallowed every last drop Citrine gave, squealing in delight between gulps. Celestia bore down, grinding her strapon directly into Citrine’s prostate, making him cum even harder.
The mega-orgasm Citrine rode was like a force of nature, a wave or a storm that boiled inside of him. He was an observer, a vessel through which a powerful, primal force pushed through. At some point his herd switched positions, allowing Ivory and then Amber the opportunity to drink down his cum.
Sense of self returned to Citrine an hour later, as he lay in bed, his mares curled around him once again. Celestia lay across the top of the bed, forming a sort of pillow for the other four individuals to snuggle against.
“Sleep,” Celestia said; she’d been watching over the new little herd. She gave him a motherly kiss on the forehead. “You need to rest.”
Citrine nodded, nuzzling into Ivory. The unicorn mare responded in kind, drawing him close, burying his nose in the soft, fragrant fur of her neck. Day was hours away, yet, and with the rising sun, Citrine knew his new life would begin.