Gilda and Celestia
“So what is this about?” said Celestia, following Gilda into the hallway and closing the door behind her. “If it’s as serious as you make it sound, then-”
Celestia’s voice went abruptly silent - and so did her mind, as the collar clasped around her slender white neck. Gilda slowly lifted her talons away from Celestia, backing away nervously as she waited for some kind of reaction from the princess.
The thin black collar could easily have passed for ordinary. It was entirely unadorned, just sturdy black material with a metal clasp. If the castle guards had searched Gilda or Greta at the door, the presence of the collars they’d each hidden in the folds of their dresses wouldn’t have been too difficult to explain away - although it probably would have seemed strange that neither griffon was actually wearing the collar they carried with them.
Gilda wasn’t actually sure that the collars would work on a Princess. She was pretty damn sure that the pair of collars she’d found were the genuine article, ancient relics of immense power… but Celestia herself was also an ancient relic of immense power. The collar was supposed to be able to control anybody, but if it didn’t work… Gilda would have a lot of explaining to do, and very quickly.
But from the way Celestia was standing motionless in the hallway, it certainly seemed like the collar was working. With a slight quaver in her voice, Gilda broke the silence and issued a command. “Take me to your bedroom, princess.”
“Yes, mistress,” said Celestia, her voice entirely emotionless. She led the way down the long white halls of Canterlot Castle, her high heels clicking against the bare tile.
Gilda’s heart raced. It worked! It was working! No sign of resistance from the princess - Gilda quickened her pace so that she was walking beside Celestia, and peered at her face. Her expression was - well, not blank, exactly, but perfectly calm. If the “real” Celestia was trying to fight the collar, it didn't show.
They passed a handful of guards on the way to Celestia’s bedroom, but Celestia nodded to acknowledge them in a way that seemed to allay any suspicion. When she arrived at her chambers, she pushed the door open, permitted Gilda to enter, and followed behind her.
And then she just did nothing again, having no command to follow. Gilda tilted one arm downwards, letting another hidden item fall from the sleeve of her dress. She caught the little vial in the talons of one hand, flicked off the rubber stopper, and downed it in one gulp.
The flavor was familiar: the taste of bitter weeds masked poorly by blackberry. She wasn't drinking the magical potion for the taste, though; she was drinking it to expand her sexual horizons. She and Greta had gotten in the habit of using this potion to enhance their playtime, and the prospect of using it with a princess was irresistible.
She could only get it from pony merchants, though, and so it was a big, thick horsey cock that was currently growing from just above her pussy. But she'd gotten used to that; the look and feel of a pony dick was pretty natural to her at this point.
And since she was already turned on, the dick was already stiff as it began to grow. It made itself known, even from beneath her dress, as it tented up the plain white fabric. Celestia’s eyes drifted down as she perceived movement, but they drifted back up when the growth stopped.
Gilda was a little disappointed. Her cock was a foot long and thicker than her wrist; it was impressive, damn it. But then again, she hadn't ordered Celestia to be attracted to her yet…
“Celestia,” said Gilda, “I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. You're in love with me, and you, like, love everything about my body.”
As soon as Gilda was done speaking, Celestia let out a long, breathy sigh, her pale white cheeks flushing red as she gazed at Gilda. “Oh, my love, my mistress” said Celestia, “please permit your servant a single kiss. I would do anything for you, I would do anything to touch you just once…”
“You're gonna do a lot more than that,” said Gilda. “Strip, princess. Show me everything.”
“N-no!” said Celestia, and Gilda jumped back in shock. But Celestia began to pull her dress from her shoulders - slowly, giving Gilda a bit of a striptease - and let it drop to the floor. Celestia posed her body, thrusting her round snow-white breasts and tossing her shining hair.
Gilda felt her cock jump, releasing a drop of milky Previn that stained her dress. Every time she gave herself a dick, the damn thing was always so leaky… well, whatever. It was time for her to strip too. She pulled off her dress and tossed it away, leaving herself nude. Gilda may not have been the most beautiful girl in the world, as she'd ordered Celestia to believe. She wasn't even the most beautiful girl in this room, since the perfect Alicorn body of Celestia outshone her easily. But she wasn't bad to look at; she had an athletic build, with powerful legs giving way to a big, round feline rump.
“Hmm, how should we start?” said Gilda. “How about you lick my big kittycat butt, princess?” She leaned herself over the bed, wrapping her hand around her cock and raising her ass in the air. “Really get in there, your highness. Show me you love every part of me.”
“No, I will not-” there was anger in Celestia's voice, but by the time Gilda whipped her head around to look, the princess was calmly approaching her, looking hungrily at Gilda’s furry brown butt. She knelt, working her muzzle between Gilda's cheeks, and then her slick, warm tongue was circling the griffon’s anal ring.
Gilda had never had her ass eaten like this before. With other girls, there had been hesitance - making it clear that they'd rather have been doing something else. But Celestia was absolutely devoted to Gilda’s asshole, pleasuring it as if she loved it more than anything in the world. Gilda stroked her cock as Celestia's tongue probed her hole, feeling more pre leak from the wide, flared tip.
Celestia was too good at this - Gilda felt herself draw close to orgasm, and released her cock from her hand. “Okay, princess,” she said, “how about you lick my pussy?”
She rolled over, presenting the slick cunt at the base of her freshly grown dick. Celestia was all over it instantly, tickling her lips and flicking at her engorged clit. This time there was no resistance, no sudden flash of anger -although Gilda was still wary that it could happen again. Was Celestia’s resistance weakening as she followed Gilda’s commands… or was it getting stronger? Gilda couldn't yet tell.
Gilda gave her cock a few long, slow strokes as Celestia ate out her pussy. She was still dangerously close to coming, and she was going to blow her load all over Celestia’s beautiful wings if she didn't go easy on herself.
Then again, her magically grown dick did have the ability to cum multiple times in pretty quick succession. She figured she might as well ease some of the tension by cumming in Celestia’s mouth. “Okay, princess,” said Gilda, moving her hand down past her medial ring. “Blow me.”
Celestia raised her head, bringing her lips toward the head of Gilda’s cock - but conflicting emotions began to flash across her face. “No,” she said, “I… I don't want to… I won't, I…” but she opened her mouth wide and embraced the head with her lips, and soon she was giving Gilda the best BJ of her life. That nimble, busy tongue was gliding in circles across the flared tip, licking pre from her slit… and then her head was descending, her mouth swallowing up more and more of Gilda’s inches, until the princess finally kissed the griffon’s fat medial ring.
All the while, though, her eyes were shifting between panic and anger. She seemed to be trying to stop herself from sucking cock, but she couldn't. The collar’s control kept her on task, no matter how hard she fought. Gilda was of two minds: if she broke free, that would be a disaster. But seeing the pony princess literally unable to resist her cock was pretty fucking hot.
And Gilda was finding herself unable to resist cumming. She'd been horny all night, fantasizing about dominating Celestia, and now that it was happening, she couldn't held herself back. Her cock, halfway down Celestia’s throat, throbbed and gurgled and erupted, shooting a load right into her belly.
And as her cock shot that first jet of griffon seed, Celestia’s demeanor abruptly changed. She pulled her head back, suddenly panicked and angry - but taking her mouth off Gilda’s cock resulted in the next shot of cum hitting her right in the face. “I will not... “ she said, feebly lifting her arm to try and grab at her collar - and although it shouldn’t have been difficult for her to reach it, she didn’t seem to be able to get her fingers close enough. “Remove this collar, Gilda, or… or…”
Her face still splattered with Gilda’s jizz, she glared down at the griffon, her chest rising and falling with deep, angry breaths. Gilda was still mid-climax, kind of getting off on Celestia’s anger. But as the last of her load dribbled down her erect shaft, she had to admit that the princess’ resistance presented a problem.
“Shh, shh,” whispered Gilda. “You love me, remember? You don’t gotta be all angry, babe.”
Celestia looked confused. “I love you? I…”
“Yeah, baby,” said Gilda, sitting up on the bed. “Gimme a kiss…”
That humble request didn’t seem to trouble Celestia’s mind. She leaned in, pressing her lips to Gilda’s beak, meeting the griffon’s tongue with hers. The kiss seemed to be calming Celestia down; she didn’t object with Gilda went for her tits, squeezing them her her talons and softly raking the skin with her claws. So big, so round, so heavy…
“I just got an idea,” said Gilda, pulling away from the kiss. “How about you give my tits a little kiss too?” She hefted her left breast with one hand, offering it to Celestia. The princess knelt by the bed and, calmer now than before, only hesitated a moment before bringing her lips to the tip of Gilda’s breast.
“Mmm, good,” said Gilda. “Now I need you to do something else for me.” She paused to bring her other hand to the crown of Celestia’s head, running her talons through the princess’ long, flowing hair. “Drink. I want to feed you, Celestia. I want you to drink my warm, sweet tit milk… you need to relax, and, like… bond with me. So drink.”
Celestia went from kissing to sucking, and soon Gilda felt a warm trickle from her nipple as the milk began to flow. She let out a happy, satisfied moan as Celestia suckled her, feeling the rhythmic tug from Celestia’s suckling mouth. The princess’ body began to relax; her shoulders had been tight since her last outburst, but now every muscle was loosening. The taste of Gilda’s milk seemed to be pacifying the princess, making her resistance fall away - and when Gilda told her she could stop, Celestia looked up at her with nothing but love in her eyes.
“Gilda, my love, my mistress, thank you for sharing your milk with me. The taste of your body is heavenly…”
“All right, sounds good,” said Gilda. “And you’re not going to get angry anymore? Not going to fight me?”
“No, never, never,” said Celestia. “I love you, Gilda, you’re everything to me… I’ll never say anything that could hurt you ever again.”
“Awesome,” said Gilda. “This calls for a celebration.” She fell back onto the bed and spread her legs, beckoning for Celestia to join her. “Mmm, never scissored with a princess before…”
Gilda’s cock, even after her climax, was still standing straight up - so when Celestia interlocked her legs with the griffon, there was nothing preventing their pussies from meeting in the middle. Celestia gasped as their lips touched; now that she wasn’t fighting back against the collar, contact this intimate sent a wave of ecstasy through her body. She began to roll her hips, grinding against Gilda, stroking the griffon’s slick, soft pussy lips with her own.
“Gilda,” gasped Celestia, “I… want you to love my pussy, I want to make you feel good…” She ground her hips deeper, and their clits touched, making them both whimper in surprise. Celestia followed up with movements that brought their clits rhythmically in contact, growing more precise and confident with each shift of her hips. The griffon and princess both squealed louder with every touch of their sensitive flesh, and when they came, they came together, spilling fluid onto the fine white bedsheets of the royal alicorn.
“Shit,” gasped Gilda. “Pretty fuckin’ good… but it’s not over till I cum in ya. Get on this cock, Princess.” She held the base of her dick, pointing it skyward, and Celestia straddled her, positioning her dripping pussy just over the flared head of Gilda’s cock. Celestia bent her knees and let her body come down onto Gilda, embracing the thick flare with her pussy and sliding down its length.
“Oh, that’s good pussy,” moaned Gilda, as Celestia slid past her medial ring. “The scissoring wasn’t bad, but shit… this is what pussy is made for. Take it all, princess… and ride me hard.”
“Of course, mistress,” said Celestia. “I can’t wait to feel you cum inside me… once my marehood pleasures your magnificent cock, I’m sure that you’ll want to do it again and again…”
Gilda grinned. Even though “her” cock only existed when she took a magic potion, it was still nice to have it complimented. “I bet I will,” she said.
Celestia was uncommonly tall, with wide, juicy hips - but even she had a bit of a hard time getting all of Gilda’s cock inside her. It took a little bouncing to get herself around the wide base - and once she started bouncing, she didn’t stop. Her pussy, slick and so wonderfully tight, glided up and down Gilda’s shaft as the bed creaked underneath them.
Gilda felt confident in her control now, but she was actually kind of overwhelmed. Celestia was tall, statuesque, with assets that jiggled beautifully with each bounce of her bountiful body. She was also powerful, practically a goddess - and with her resistance extinguished, she belonged entirely to Gilda. And damn, she could fuck. Gilda was going to need a lot of dick-growth potions… maybe some that lasted longer…
“Fuck,” grunted Gilda. “I’m gonna cum. Gonna… shoot a fuckin’... griffon load deep in that princess cunt. You want that? Wanna get a pussy full of my spunk?”
“Yes, yes,” cried Celestia. “I need everything you can give me, Gilda. Feed me, feed my mouth, my pussy, give me cum, give me loads and loads of your wonderful cum…”
Celestia came, still bouncing on Gilda’s cock as her pussy spasmed and clenched around the thick shaft. “Fuck-” grunted Gilda, feeling her cock throb violently. “Gonna cum-” Another load pumped upwards, splattering into Celestia’s cunt - and leaking out of her pussy as she bounded up and down.
“Oh, I can feel it,” cried Celestia. “Your cum! My mistress’ cum, my mistress’s love, oh Gilda… Gilda, Gilda…” She collapsed onto Gilda, laying her body atop her new lover. “Please, Gilda, never leave me…”
“Sure thing, sweet cheeks,” said Gilda, grinning triumphantly. “Let’s get going, we should meet up with Greta…”