We hold each other tight, sharing warmth and pleasure as I keep making love with her. I can't believe I waited so long for something so beautiful.
I forcibly jerk my hips forwards and backward as I feel our climax approaching. Breathless, I look down to the cute little mare who introduced me into all this. She's panting, a silly expression of pure bliss on her face as I come closer. Driven by desire, my tongue extends over my lips and enters her already open mouth, merging with hers. We hold each other tight, sharing warmth and fluids as I go harder.
I can't believe I waited so long for something so beautiful.
Every chapter that has 'CLOP' in its title contains (guess what?) clop. Each one will have different contents, and character progression.
My name is Princess Celestia. Inside the boundaries of my kingdom, I am known as the Goddess of the Sun and co-ruler of Equestria. For over a millennium, I have led ponykind as a lamp of wisdom. Every morning I raise the sun, and every night I lower it. For my subjects, I represent the image of harmony, light, and peace.
And tonight, I’m waiting inside my bedchamber, about to lose my virginity.
To explain this rather… unprecedented and sudden event, I will have to tell a bit of a story.
It all started with the ascension of Princess Cadence. Until some years ago, I was different from my current person. Not just as everypony is different from their past self: in my case, there was a precise, definitive change and I would have never put myself in such a situation before that.
I have always known what I was supposed to do. The burden of carrying the sun was upon my shoulders as the guidance of pony kind as well. Equestria needed Princess Celestia, a ruler to turn to, a protector. Somepony who had to stay in charge, to put herself above the other. A mother, some may even say.
What I’m trying to say is, while I loved all my subjects as family, I never really felt like one of them and I never felt inclined to get intimate with anypony.
Not until I met Cadence. I suppose you all know the Princess of Love, Mi Amore Cadenza, but maybe not how she ascended to an alicorn. You see, there are two requirements to ascend: the first one is to getting close with the magic of Harmony, and the second is to fully understand and master one virtue. For Cadence, that virtue was love.
And for how she got in touch with Harmony, well…
It was a day like every other back then. I and my acquired niece Cadence were walking through the park, chatting about this and that. I don’t remember how, but our talk took romantic routes and, out of nowhere, she asked me if I ever had some past stories. From her reaction of bewilderment, I think she expected me to say yes.
I told her that, while I understood those thoughts, I never really experienced them. Not because I didn’t think that any stallion was at my level – I just... was alien to those feelings.
Cadence didn’t accept that as a possible answer, and she started to explain to me how love was clearly a part of me. I immediately saw that her eyes were glimmering with passion as she spoke. And soon, oblivious to her, her body started to get bright too.
I could only watch with my mouth agape as Harmony was flowing through her, inside and out. I knew that my niece was special, but this special? And her words… I can’t recall them now, but they were so inspiring and heartfelt…
*sigh*
Fine. Long story short, she really wanted me to experience love.
And then the flow of Harmony intensified, exploding from Cadence herself. A few seconds later, a pink alicorn was standing in front of me.
But that’s not all. Only what anypony would have seen if he or she happened to be there that day. There was something else, something not even I am totally sure of.
When Cadence transformed, exactly at the burst, the Harmony inside her had trailed in many shimmers and shot out in several different directions. I saw one of those rainbow-colored shimmers going right through me, into my chest. Into my heart.
Physically, I felt nothing strange, but I suspect that a seed was planted. A seed that grew with time as Cadence kept me company with her new title of “Princess of Love,” as I assisted Twilight’s formation, as I was reunited with my sister Luna, as Twilight wrote me about her studies in friendship, and as she became the fourth alicorn princess.
I think that the peak of this change was a few months ago. I was longing for a day of peace, and I thought it would be an interesting idea to disguise myself as a simple pony. A pegasus named Sunny Skies, who had traveled to Ponyville for a brief vacation.
It was such a wonderful day. I had the chance to meet Twilight and all her friends under a new stead, and I got closer to them by joining their activities. And when they recognized me, they agreed to not reveal my identity to anypony else and still pretend that, under the skin of Sunny Skies, I was just an ordinary pony.
Now, this part may seem unrelated to what is about to happen soon in this room but it’s quite the contrary. Even if in the end all my little ponies understood my longing for being one of many, Pinkie Pie saw right through it from the first moment.
Maybe, it was for that reason that I started visiting Ponyville. In particular, I often paid a visit to Pinkie Pie. She’s such a funny pony and it was just amazing how I felt free to talk with her, or how she was able to understand me.
However, yesterday, whilst we were sitting at Sugarcube Corner and talking, I said something about how I wished to have started going out in disguise earlier. Then, our subject slipped on the importance of trying new things. Then about first times and then, somehow…
Sex.
Pinkie Pie brought the conversation to sex.
Not that I was embarrassed, sex is something perfectly natural, but I had never had a conversation about it. Especially, not about me having sex.
Well, except for when I had “the talk,” when I was young, but that is unimportant.
Anyhow, we were talking about sex and I said, shamelessly, that I had never taken part in any sort of sexual activity. Hearing that, Pinkie Pie bolted up and jumped in the air shouting, “What?!” After that, she babbled uncontrollably about how having sex is basically hugging plus kissing plus loving plus grooving plus orgasm plus sometimes eating plus…
Cutting short, she advised me to have some.
And no. Before you start asking, Pinkie Pie has not become the Princess of Sex.
However, back to the chat we were having, she was talking quite loudly about why “Sex is soooo fun!” inside an open bakery and at some point one rather disgusted mare, who was in the restaurant with her son, started complaining to Mr. Cake. One thing leads to another, and the Cakes awarded Pinkie one week of extra vacation out of town, effective “immediately.”
At that point, Pinkie Pie had quite a bit of free time and she had been rather convincing with her speech, so… that’s how I ended up here, I guess. Sitting on my bed inside my private chamber, waiting for a party pony to enter so that I can give her something that I wasn’t even guarding for all this time.
I’m a little nervous. Not for the act itself, per se, but because I’m just about to get intimate with some other pony. There won’t be boundaries, nor titles. Just me and another pony. Completely exposed and vulnerable to each other.
It’s what I want, but I don’t quite know what’s going to happen.
My ears perk up as I hear a fast succession of knocks on my chamber door. This must be her. I let out a heavy sigh as I prepare myself for what’s about to begin.
I hear another quick knocking from my doors before I turn my head towards them and voice up my invitations. “Please, come in.”
As I speak, the doors swing open and Pinkie Pie jumps inside. She’s naked, save for her usual happy smile and a saddlebag slung across her back. “Hi, Celestia! I’m so excited, aren’t you excited? Well, I’m not actually excited in that sense yet–” Pinkie comes near and starts to purr over my fur, looking at me with half-lidded eyes “–but don’t worry, we’re going to get there.”
The scent of her mane reaches directly into my nostrils from that short distance, making me recognize the fragrance of cinnamon. I gulp, embarrassed and also attracted by the physical contact. “And… what’s in the bag?” I question, pointing at the object.
Pinkie Pie spins her head back, eyeing the object in question. “Oh, I brought some toys for the next week,” she says, putting the bag down between us. Then, she opens it in order to show me all its contents, pointing them one by one. “Magazines, strap-ons, lube, vibrators, a carrot, a pair of hoofcuffs, rope, a whip, a paddle, bandages, gags…” I see Pinkie Pie giggling as she pulls out from her bag a small box of what seem to be balloons. “Well, I guess we won’t need these.”
My attention, however, is mainly directed to the several objects still inside the bag. “Are we going to use all that?”
Pinkie raises her front hooves and shrugs. “Not necessarily, and only if you want to. I also have some other stuff that I could bring, like some outfits.”
I stare at her, arching my eyebrow. “Outfits?”
She presses one of her hooves against me, forcing me to sit on my bed, as she talks in a low voice. “You know, like a nurse with a skirt so short that it clearly doesn’t respect hygienic standards. Or a bad police girl that wants to ‘inspect’ you.” Pinkie Pie pops her eyebrows up and down as she slowly spells the last words, giving me an intending look.
I lift my hoof to my lips. “Unfortunately, I don’t follow…”
Hearing my words, Pinkie Pie frowns and stares at me in silence for a moment. “That’s just sad,” she mutters. Nevertheless, her mood cheers up instantly and she carries herself closer, blinking several times in a row.
“But it doesn’t matter. Now, let’s get started with something easy,” she whispers before her lips smack over mine. My eyes burst open, and I feel a sweet flavor spreading over my tongue as a fierce blush flows through my cheeks.
This is different from any other kiss I had ever experienced. More savage, hungrier, more intrusive...
More tongue?
I muffle in surprise as her tongue enters into my mouth, spreading it open wide and carrying a load of saliva that drops inside my throat. The taste isn’t that bad, though. It’s actually pretty sweet, and it drives my eyes to narrow as I savor it. The alien tongue tastes all the inner forms of my mouth and, when it seems to have finished, it smacks right over my own tongue, locking it down.
As I startle in surprise, Pinkie Pie climbs over me and wrap her hooves around my shoulders to drag me even closer. Her head takes the upper position, allowing her assault to continue even more vividly as our furs rub against each other with a warm sensation of comfort. I instinctively raise my front legs and grab her by her hips, not sure if I should push her away or hold her tight.
She playfully runs her tongue over my subdued one, as if coaxing me to fight back. I don’t make her ask twice.
Closing my eyes, I push my tongue up with all my strength and try to overturn the charge. But as I do, she simply spins hers in ways that I have never experienced and overwhelms me again. A pleased moan, similar to a laugh, comes from Pinkie and runs between our throats.
Then our lips abruptly part with a loud pop, leaving only a thin trail of saliva to connect them. We both pant heavily as we stare into each other's eyes, hers filled with amusement and confidence. “Easy-peasy…” she mutters, before leaning closer again. But she doesn’t aim for my mouth this time.
Her muzzle goes right under my chin, and I feel her hot and misty breath over my throat. My mind goes dizzy when, just a moment later, she starts kissing me there. I can hear her moaning between the wet sounds of her mouth as I feel her smooth lips sucking and chewing my fur and flesh. She stays focused on the neck for a short while before those lips start running downwards, her hooves slowly massaging my back and my flanks as my front hooves support her. I’m not sure what she’s up to, as her trail of saliva keeps going from my neck, down my chest, my abdomen and then… oh.
Oh!
Oooooh…
Snapping out of my blissful trance, I fold my hind legs closed and press them against my filly parts. Pinkie Pie, who was just about to dig there, looks up and see my face turning crimson. She giggles and places her front hooves between my thighs, starting to gently push them apart. I don’t put up any resistance, but I’m so nervous that I can feel my heart beating wildly. Even if I’m not quite sure what she’s about to do, what she did to my upper lips is giving me an idea.
She stares at my folds with a hungry look, licking her lips in anticipation as she slowly leans her head forward.
But she doesn’t reach for my nethers, choosing instead to take a sample of my thighs. It’s frustrating, seeing as how she takes time for what she’s lunging at with her eyes, but I still want to follow her lead. Even if that feels like being completely at her mercy.
Finally, she stops teasing me and aligns her muzzle in front of my entrance. Her breath smashes all over it and a warm feeling grows in my nethers. I look down to her and she looks back to me, straight into my eyes, as she savors the moment with a pause.
Then, she kisses my entrance.
It’s just a simple peck with the lips, but it’s enough to send a bolt of pleasure up my spine and snap my eyes wide open. I grit my teeth and suck in a breath as I sense Pinkie letting out her tongue and reaching the base of my slit, just to make it slowly slide all the way up to the top. She doesn’t withdraw there, but forcibly presses the tip of her tongue against my clit like it was a little button.
I was wounded in countless battles and comforted by the hooves of the best masseurs, but what I’m feeling now is something else entirely. When Pinkie Pie finally pulls away, my lips are like they never were. They feel wet, puffy, pulsing… hot.
All I want to do is lay on the ground and scratch that hotness away.
But Pinkie is still holding my thighs, forbidding me to move from where I am while she keeps looking into my eyes. “So,” says she with her hypnotic eyes, “I guess you’re ready to begin.”
I need to regain my breath and swallow before being able to talk again. “Ready for whaAAA–?”
Pinkie’s mouth envelops my slit, sucking and slurping as she licks at it furiously. She goes fast and swift, focusing her efforts mainly on my clitoris. Bolts of pleasure shock me every time she hits, and she doesn’t even break eye contact with me as she does so. I shut my mouth with one hoof as I try to keep some self-control, but I can’t stop my hind legs from trembling.
I feel my blood flow and my cheeks reddening as her assault goes on, and the new sensations that run into my body intensify. My wings suddenly open wide with a FWOMP and stiffen out, but I’m unable to worry about that now. Besides, it all feels right somehow.
After some more time of pleasure, the sound of her licks stops as Pinkie retracts her tongue behind her lips again. I guess that she must be tired, after all the energy that she just burned with her mouth, but the break lasts only a couple of seconds before I feel the tip of her tongue pressing again.
However, this time she doesn’t start from the bottom for a long lick.
I feel her tip hitting right in the middle of my entrance, pushing with strength between my two puffy and hot lips. And then she pokes in, spreading them slightly.
Once again, she pauses right before going all the way into it just to give me a teasing look. I can’t speak, I’ve already shut my mouth with my hoof, therefore all I can use to communicate are my eyes, but I’m too giddy for that. And for some reason, I suspect that all she wants is a display of my dazed eyes.
With a swift movement, her tongue pierces inside me with all its length.
That feeling… I don’t know what it is. I don’t know if it’s pain, or if it’s pleasure. But I know it’s so strong that it makes me lose control of myself for an instant, forcing a squeal to escape from my sealed mouth.
I know that I want more.
And more I get when Pinkie Pie starts to spin her tongue inside my inner walls, bringing a whole new plane of sensations in my body. The way she reaches parts of my anatomy that I never used, and how she awakens them. She’s going so deep…
So deep…
Oh, holy skies. Honestly, just how longis her tongue?
I have no idea how she’s doing it, but it’s like having a dancing snake inside me. I’m afraid that I’m not going to keep my self-control for long. I feel it, like… this is all leading to something. Like my body is standing this only in order to reach one specific moment. And while I want this to go on for as long as possible, my curiosity is driving me towards this moment fast.
By reflex, my hind legs wrap around Pinkie’s soft, furry head as I clench my mouth even tighter. Despite the cloudiness in my head, my eyes remain focused on Pinkie as hers remain on mine. Her tongue keeps moving erratically in every direction inside me until a new tingle starts to build inside my nether parts.
Without pulling back her tongue, Pinkie Pie takes a deep breath through her nostrils and then she wraps her mouth around my slit. Squeezing my butt between her hooves, she slowly blows the air inside my vagina.
My eyes shoot open, and I literally have to bite my tongue in order to not squeal this time as the tingling inside my nethers intensifies. This bulge inside of me… is making me feel so full. And just when it feels like it couldn’t get better, I got a little reminder of what is still stirring down there.
Pinkie spins her tongue in circles all the length inside to my cervix, spreading my walls even wider as they’re pushed from the inside. Not only can I feel it, but she’s being so vigorous that I can hear the wet sounds as it smashes around. I’m forced to close my eyes as my face cringes, and I can’t even control my breath anymore. All this… this is getting too much. The tingling has become almost unbearable.
These sensations… this tingling… her tongue… my flesh…
I know something's about to happen.
“P- Pinkie!” I stammer with my eyes burning.
Then, Pinkie abruptly draws her tongue down inside my folds and, blowing her breath one more time, she shoots its tip upwards against my inner flesh. Even before I can acknowledge it, my mouth spreads open and let out a piercing squeal, “Nyaaaaaa♥!” The feeling is so intense that I can’t hold myself this time. I don’t know why, but a conflagration of sensations spreads from the point she just hit. It’s like that tingling that was building inside me earlier but on a completely different level.
My eyes roll back, my grip tightens, my back arches, and my mind goes completely blank as from that explosion comes a wave of pleasure that runs all through my body until it hits my head.
As it trails off, all the muscles of my body start to go loose, and I feel more relaxed than I’ve been for a long time. I also feel tired, shaky, stunned, and very wet. Completely wet, I feel like I just bathed. All my fur and mane is soaked in sweat and saliva, and my nethers are even worse. My lower lips are trembling, occasionally spurting a wet substance inside Pinkie’s mouth, and I sense a shiver of pleasure every time that happens.
I lean backward, supporting myself with my front hooves as I regain my stamina. My face feels so hot, and my eyes feel moist. It’s so peaceful, the only sound I hear other than my erratic breath is Pinkie, as she licks my insides.
I’m really starting to like that sound.
I look down to her, and she pulls away from my entrance allowing all the pressure inside to finally escape. Along with the release, the wet substance that I sensed earlier squirts out and drools over my thighs. I’m not quite sure about what that is, but the anatomy textbooks about ponies say that mares release a lubricant during intercourse.
Wait, I just came?
Huh, so that’s what an orgasm is like.
Slightly curious about this new discovery about my body, I lean forwards to study this substance. But Pinkie, lost in her weird appetite, forbids me.
She resumes licking me between my thighs and over my nethers, cleaning up all my fluids, and she hastily swallows everything that she can pick up with her tongue. I wonder how she isn’t grossed out, but I’m feeling too tired to stop her anyway, and this is too nice.
I throw my head backward as I regain my breath and the corner of my vision falls over a mirror at the end of the room. Spinning my head towards it, I see my appearance as I’m out of breath, my mane is so soaked to fall all over my back in disordered clumps, my fur is so covered in sweat that it glimmers. Over my muzzle, there’s the strongest blush that I ever remember having.
I look like a complete mess now, but that’s not what I’m focusing my gaze on. From the reflection, I also see the little rump of Pinkie Pie with her tail playfully swinging around, as her head is half hidden between my hind legs. Seeing her like that… it’s hypnotizing.
At last, Pinkie stops licking me and I manage to look back to her as she climbs up over me with her hooves. Her weight shifts, making me almost fall over onto my back as she slowly draws her muzzle closer to me. A hot wave burns over my cheeks as she licks her lips, inching even closer.
I guess she wants to kiss, so I open my mouth. She comes so near that I can feel her moist breath wash over me, I can smell my scent mixed with her cherry-berry sweetness.
She comes closer…
I hold my breath until, finally, her tongue touches my lower lip.
And then she abruptly shoves it inside, making my eyes widen in surprise.
Not that I wasn’t expecting the assault, but the fragrance that she’s spitting inside my mouth is completely different from before. And the consistency is strange too, this can’t be the same sweet saliva from before.
This… this is my…
Gagging, I push Pinkie away by her shoulders as I flinch back against the mattress. I press my hoof against my muzzle and I shut my eyes closed trying hard to not swallow, but it has already reached the bottom of my throat. After a short resistance, my neck flexes and relaxes in a loud gulp.
Opening my eyes a little, I see Pinkie as she lowers her muzzle while she wears a smug grin. Her left hoof caresses one side of my head as she gently presses her cheek to the other. “You taste delicious, Celestia,” she whispers to my ear before giving it a lick.
My mind is still processing the fact that I just ate myself. I’m grossed out, and I can feel my stomach twitching in objection in response to this act of cannibalism. And that without considering from where that came from…
I simply feel dirty… and naughty…
And it’s with shame that I realize a feeble part of me wants more.
Interrupting my thoughts, Pinkie Pie rises from me and goes to the head of the bed. She rolls onto her back, lays back on the pillows and spreads her hind legs wide open, holding them still with her front hooves. With that position, she’s offering me a full view of her marehood.
“Would you like to return the favor, now?” she asks me. “If you feel up to it, I can give you some advice. Just try to have fun.” Winking at me, she slowly wiggles both of her legs in a rhythm.
Without wasting any time, I roll on my hooves and close the distance between us. My hooves grab her buttocks, supporting Pinkie and helping her lift her waist a little, and a strong scent instantly fills my nostrils as my muzzle approaches her lips. Her smell… I can tell that’s still hers, but it’s quite weird. It’s different, and it’s piercing right through my brain, spinning my head in dizziness.
My eyes work to capture every detail of the pink, wet, and tight slit. I’ve never seen the private parts of another mare from so close up before. Not that I was interested, actually, but I don’t want to let her down.
After a long pause, I nervously moisten my lips before putting myself to work. Pinkie Pie giggles as I get closer to her entrance, but I don’t feel confident enough to look at her like she did with me. A pity, really, but I’m not acquainted enough to please her without watching what I’m doing.
I start like she did, with a soft kiss over the warm and soft slit, before slipping my tongue out to savor her. Her sweet flavor runs over my taste buds as I suck her, a flavor which I’m not accustomed to but also isn’t quite bad. And I believe it would be polite to act like I’m enjoying the drink she’s offering me as my tongue models the form of her tender flesh.
My efforts are soon rewarded with adorable little moans of pleasure from Pinkie, who is clearly not holding back anything. She gives me instructions as my licks get faster and more vivid. “Now – uh – the most sensitive part – ah – is the clit so – aah – keep aiming there… yeah♥…”
Obliged to obey, I search for the little button over her vulva… which, to my surprise, I discover is winking at me. Pinkie’s entrance is repeatedly enlarging and closing of its own accord, revealing my target. Following the rhythm, I slide my tongue over her lips until I strike the exposed organ.
Pinkie voices her approval with a happy squeal of pleasure, encouraging me to pursue on. Driven by a new type of hunger, I double the efforts and reach wherever I can with my tongue. Her moans of pleasure grow in intensity with time, until her hoof grasps my mane behind my head.
She’s at her limit.
I want to do one more thing before she’s satisfied. I shoot my tongue inside her as deep as I can, pointing it up in search of that special spot she hit before. Her cry of joy marks my victory.
For the prize, a wave of her juices enters my mouth and falls into my throat, suffocating me. Her scent slips into my nostrils so strongly that I feel it practically bumping against my brain.
On instinct, I withdraw my head and sit straight on the bed, coughing hard as my tongue hangs out of my mouth. My vision is blurred with tears when I open my eyes. In front of me, there’s now a line of stains over the blankets between me and Pinkie Pie, who gets up with juices still dripping from her nethers.
“Aw, take a look here,” she chirps with fake coyness. “You soiled the sheets, you messy filly.”
I gulp, trying to swallow the sore sensation inside my throat. “S- sorry.”
“Nah, that’s fine.” Pinky reaches me and rest her head against my chest, purring like a kitty. “And that was quite a good first oral.”
If I had to describe my state with one word, that would be warm. My cheeks are getting warm. The fur against Pinkie Pie breaths is warm. My nethers? Ablaze.
I… I don’t know what to do. “Right, *ahem* so… there’s more?”
Pinkie Pie giggles and boops my nose. “Of course, we still have to dig into the main part.”
That’s interesting. “Which would be?”
“Well, it’s up to you. Personally, since we’re both mares, I would like to use one of my toys but maybe you want to take it easy. So I guess we could do a sixty-nine or, if you want to try something else, we could press our little mares against each other and then get all bouncy-bumpy-jumpy.”
I nod my head, considering the options. “So, the best thing would be to… stick a rubber phallus inside our vaginas?”
“No, I just said that’s the thing I like the most. At least, second to a hard stallionhood. This vag–” Pinkie leans back and points her hooves down to her marehood “–likes to be filled.”
I curve my lips into a smile as an idea takes place into my head. “If that’s so, maybe I could try something.”
Without waiting for an answer, I recall a precise spell from my memory and flow my magic into my horn. An intense pink light scatters from it – that’s a new color – and hits my groin brightly, causing Pinkie to blink due to the change of lights.
As the lights die off she reopens her eyes and takes a look between my legs… and then she blinks again. Her mouth slowly opens in silence while she stares in bewilderment, her only comment a feeble, “Wow.”
I smirk at her amusing reaction, sort of proud of the effect that my new appendage is having on her. Curious to know why she seems to be so attracted by it, I lower my gaze down my own new penis.
I see just a half-erect black penis coming out from a pale sheath, with a light pink scrotum hanging from it.
“Nice,” says Pinkie when she regains her composure. Leaning closer, she brings her hoof over the length of my penis and, with her touch, I feel a jolt of pleasure not unlike when she had first touched my slit. “Can you cum from this thing?”
“Yes, I will produce sperm once I reach climax.”
She hums and moves her hoof up and down, gently bringing it to its full length. “Maybe we will need a contraceptive, after all.”
Oh, so that’s what those balloons were. “Actually, there’s no reason for that. With that spell, I also made sure that my sperm is infertile.”
She brings her head up, looking at me with an excited gleam in her eyes. “Really? You’re saying that you can shoot it right into my womb without any aftermath?”
“I guess?”
“Goody!” she exclaims with a bright smile.
And then, out of blue, she bobs her head down and eats my cock. My… I don’t know if it’s the surprise or the pleasure, but a yelp escapes my lips. Her mouth around my cock is so warm, tender, comfortable… oh, I feel a percussion as she says, “I’fe alfays fonteret hof that musth feel like.”
With a loud smack, Pinkie withdraws her head and frees my penis. Instead of falling down, it bobs up harder than ever, twitching and throbbing as the cold air blows over its wet surface. Now, shallow veins are appearing over its increased length and Pinkie looks to it like she had just taught a baby to stand up and says, “Yup, seems good to go.”
Eagerly, I lean forward and grab Pinkie by her shoulders, but I’m not sure what to do next. “Ok, so how…?”
“Rest on your back and leave the rest to me.”
I follow her request, resting my head on the pillows, laying on my back. My penis is standing up straight, like a pole. As I get myself comfortable, Pinkie gets over me and places her nethers above the head of my hard penis. She takes hold of it with her hooves and slowly brings her barrel down until my glans is poking inside her labia. “You have just the right size,” she mutters, biting her lower lip.
She moves her little rump around, savoring the ride that she’s about to start. A burning pleasure ignites where the surface of my glans is rubbing against her wet flesh.
She looks down at me.
I look up at her.
And then, she lets herself fall down.
I’ve seen countless things through my long life, and many of them are by now less than a blurred memory. Also, it happens rarely these days that something can impress me. But I will never forget this moment.
She falls with a swift and fast strike, engulfing all the length of my penis until her thighs hit my barrel. The sounds that erupt from her as I penetrate her, the wet smack that comes with her moan. That warm, moist and comfortable sensation. Everything contributes to making this the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I’m still dumbfounded, laying on my back with my eyes open wide, when Pinkie takes a breath and says, “Ohmygosh, Celestia, you feel amazing.”
“Do I?”
She starts to slowly lift her hips up. “Yep. You’re ♥aah♥...” – the medial ring of my cock pops out of her – “hitting… ♥nyah♥ …all my spots.” When only the head is still inside, she abruptly slams back down.
Pinkie closes her eyes and focuses on riding me, sliding her hips up and down and then moving in circles. I close my eyes too after a short time, enjoying the pleasure of our mating while I listen to her happy moans and hurried breaths along with the wet sounds from our sexes.
All my senses work at their best to capture this moment inside my mind. Her voice, her scent, her hooves over my barrel, the way she shifts her weight over my body.
For a few minutes, Pinkie moans and laughs as she keeps on bouncing. Her thrusts get swift and erratic. Even when the fatigue is catching up with her, she doesn’t lose her enthusiasm. “Are you ♥hnn♥ really a virgin?”
Her question catches me off guard, I was focused on something else, but the answer is easy. “Yes.” I look down at my penis, as it disappears inside her marehood again. “Well, I was.”
Pinkie Pie giggles. “For a virgin, you certainly have ♥hahn♥ a lot of stamina.”
Centuries of practice at acting like an indomitable ruler may have helped with that.
I put my front hooves behind my head, resting in a comfortable and relaxing position as I enjoy the show. Pinkie Pie, sweaty and out of breath, bobbing her flanks with that silly grin on her face. Time passes as I eat out all the details of her body with my eyes. Her toned muscles, her bouncy curves, her curly mane…
It’s truly a spectacle, but it’s getting harder to stay focused after a while. I feel like all my energy is getting drained from my pelvis and also breathing is more difficult. That blaze that I felt before is coming back, even stronger than before, and it’s setting my cock aflame.
My vision is getting blurred again as the pleasure intensifies, driving me over an abyss from which I cannot get away. The closer I get to the edge, the stronger I clench my teeth. My body is having odd impulses that I cannot control. I kick the air with my hind legs, my cock twitches of its own accord.
Pinkie needs just a glance to understand. “Finally,” she whispers in ecstasy, quickening her movements. “Me too… I’m almost… ♥ooh♥” She’s bobbing her flanks up and down with short but fast strikes as I try to keep myself under strain, to be as close to the edge as possible without breaking the limit.
Then, Pinkie Pie falls down one last time with a euphoric cry. Deep enough for my the tip of my penis to smash against her cervix.
That’s enough to break the limit.
All the strain and tension of my body flows away as my penis contracts, bestowing me the most intense pleasure of the night. I can sense my sperm, climbing inside my urethra and blowing out from my flared glans in thick ropes so to hit the walls of her womb.
I feel Pinkie’s nethers clenching around my cock, squeezing and forbidding it to leave until it has finished. As if I would ever leave this warm, moist and tender envelope.
I see Pinkie arching her back, still supporting herself over my barrel with her forehooves as she slowly spins her hips around my cock.
She doesn’t stop until it’s limp, then she slowly leans forward into my waiting embrace.
I hear a quiet moan when her mouth is close to my ear…
…
My senses finally come back to me. I feel dazzled, conflicting thoughts about what just happened storm inside my head. I should take a moment to think about it. But for now, I just want to snuggle a little.
And Pinkie shares my thought. We press against each other, rubbing our coats together, soaked with sweat and other fluids. She nibbles my ear and I, following a strange craving, lick her salty shoulder.
With my magic, I grab a blanket and siege us against the cold. I want this warm to last until I fall asleep.
Pinkie stops nibbling my ear and whispers, “It’s gonna be even better the next time.”
For an instant, a tiny shadow of that blaze from before ignites again as I hear her words. I look to her with interest, and I see through her eyes that we’re going to have a little chat before she lets me sleep.
