It was drearily slow day at the Canterlot castle. The halls were quiet and empty (except for one or two guards patrolling). The summer sun was high and the stained glass windows were casting beautifully incandescent shadows on the hall's freshly vacuumed carpets. Although the day was lovely and inviting outside, a long-necked princess was sitting at her throne, particularly miserable today. Princess Celestia (Stuff). She was not in a good mood, her days have blurred together and everything felt the same. The desaturated salmon wallpaper which once brought a sensation of home only serves a reminder that today, will be just like yesterday. With the townsfolk satisfied and the world safe there was no princessing needed at the moment.
"Guard!" Celestia (Stuff) yelled into the halls, "Bring me my cake!" but the only thing answering her call was her own echoes. She began to sulk, her long neck collapsing in depression, for she feared that no guard heard her and that she must get up from her throne. She waited in a pretzeled mess for few more minutes before groggily making her way out of her bejeweled throne. As she began her lonesome journey through the vacant halls, she grumbled and mumbled things about the guards that weren't the kindest of words. After doing so for a good portion of the distance, she noticed the paintings that littered the walls. While most of them didn't make sense, there was a common theme: Her, looking majestic. She smiled at them, the fan artwork always never failed to lift her spirits... until one in particular caught her eye. "My neck is much longer than that!" she scoffed at the painting. There simply could not be a more insulting thing.
After ogling the paintings for so long she realized that she had walked in the completely wrong direction. She had ended up at the front door of the castle. Celestia (Stuff) groaned, and turned around to begin her begrudging walk once more to the Royal Cake Vault. However, before she could embark, the doorbell coincidentally rang. Celestia (Stuff) stared at the door, this plot device seemed too convenient. Something felt off, as if today was going to be a sloppily contrived story. The doorbell rang once more, snapping her out of the daze. She strolled over to the door and opened it with her hoof. Standing before her was a magenta unicorn, with a cyan mane and a cutiemark that depicted a pencil and paper, the pony was oddly androgynous, but the fact that they had no stereotypically long eyelashes meant it must be a stallion.
The mysterious stallion fidgeted, and muttered a weak, "H-h-hello, your highness," and promptly bowed. Although it was her decree a long time ago Celestia (Stuff) disliked the bowing.
"What do you want?" said Celestia (Stuff) in a stern voice, bending her neck down to hear his quiet voice better.
"I was told to come here for imprisonment, I-i-i didn't know enchanting comic books was wrong," said the meek little pony.
"Who told you that?" said Celestia (Stuff).
"The judge, from the Canterlot Supreme Court," said the pony. Celestia (Stuff) didn't remember appointing a court system, however she didn't remember a lot things.
"Well, okay. Come with me, I guess," said Celestia (Stuff) reluctantly. The mysterious unicorn trotted inside and then slowly closed the door. Celestia (Stuff) stared at the pony curiously, then started off on the journey, the stallion closely followed.
The long necked pony and small brightly coloured pony, walked in silence for a good while. "Hey, what's your name by the way?" Celestia (Stuff) asked the mystery unicorn.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry, your highness. I forgot. My name is Panel Frames." said the not-so mysterious anymore pony.
"Okay, cool." said Celestia (Stuff) returning to silence.
Panel Frames then uttered, "H-hey, uh you're really pretty. I-I-I'm not trying to like get out of jail time, I just wanted to say-"
"Look, I don't really even care about this whole... what did you do again? Something about books? You can go home, you seem sorry enough," Celestia (Stuff) blurted out.
"R-really? Isn't there something I can do to repay you? Some sort of punishment?" said Panel Frames. Celestia (Stuff) has seen quite a few bad pornographic videos that started this way, her mind immediately jumped to such conclusions. It's been eons since she last had sex, and was sexually frustrated, she was also pretty bored and had nothing else to do today.
Celestia (Stuff) lowered her neck to the shy stallion, and whispered to his ear in a sultry tone, "Maybe there is...~"
The pony became flustered, "P-p-princess! W-w-what do you mean?" he said.
"Oh, I think you understood exactly what I meant," she eyed the stallion's thick cock, erecting with each heart beat. Celestia (Stuff) opened up a conveniently nearby door to her bedroom, she walked to the bed with an extra sway in her hips, and her neck. Panel Frames stood in the doorway completely overwhelmed. Celestia (Stuff) lay sprawled out on the bedsheets, beckoning the nervous stallion to join her.
Panel Frames awkwardly made his way to the absurdly long bed. As he made his on to the bed he said, "Y-y-your highness, I have to tell you, I'm not really into mares." Celestia (Stuff) fished out a convenient strap-on from the side-table that looked a little long. She winked at the hesitant pony as she promptly wore the strap-on. The nervous pony, smiled. Celestia (Stuff) grabbed some lubricants from the side-table as well and emptied the bottle onto the silicon cylinder. Panel Frames positioned himself above the towering giant. Celestia (Stuff) curved her neck to the little pony and kissed his forehead, before pushing him down onto the wide flare of the strap-on.
Panel Frames moaned and quietly cursed as the cock was forced past his taut asshole. The Stallion's now full erect manhood began to dribble with pre-cum as the large intruder slipped its way passed his prostate. Celestia (Stuff) turned her neck to nibble on the moaning, and groaning, little pony's ear. Someway, somehow, the immense monster made it all the way. Panel Frames was already looking exhausted, albeit not even orgasming yet.
Celestia (Stuff) began to pump the love-stick out to the flare and down to the base, over, and over again. The feeling of the lukewarm lubricated horsecock pressing relentlessly on his male g-spot was too much for to handle. Panel Frame's average-sized cock began to twitch and throb violently as the impending orgasm neared. Celestia (Stuff) kissed him on the forehead again, before winding up and thrusting the strap-on as deep as it can go into the now loose butthole.
Panel Frames couldn't help but orgasm, the horsedick throbbing furiously as it pumps load after load of thick pony semen onto the neck and belly of the giraffe-like princess. While she could do without the cum on her neck, Celestia (Stuff) felt very elated. Panel Frames slumped off of the strap-on, the lubricant leaking profusely from his gaping asshole. He laid there collapsed on the bed, unable to muster anything other than moans.
A guard pony noticing the royal bedroom door open, walked in, cake in hand.
