Quality Control
It's been a strange old week already, no denying that... but you're pretty sure things are about to get even more intense.
When you received the card from Princess Celestia this morning - summoning you to Canterlot, immediately, with no explanation - you'd really, really hoped it had nothing to do with the rest of the week's... events.
She's not omniscient, right? And she's not so all-powerful that she could just summon you to the palace with magic. I mean, you still had to buy your own train ticket.
Unless she could do that, and she's just messing with you by making you travel the long way. Giving you longer to think over what you've done.
Well, you haven't really done anything so very bad, right?
Okay, so, you kind of cheated on your marefriend. Who is a princess.
And the mare you kind of cheated on her with... is another princess. And, it turns out, the princesses talk to each other.
And now a third, even scarier princess is calling you to the palace for an urgent meeting.
Yeah... You might be in trouble.
You're interrupted from your reverie by a gruff-looking guard, approaching you in the corridor.
"Mr Anon?", he barks. The other people waiting in the corridor turn to see what's happening.
You look up at him, and he cocks his head, waiting for a response, so you give him a nod.
He taps officiously on his chestplate, which bears Celestia's golden sun symbol, and starts grunting instructions at you.
"...The Princess wants to see you in her private office, immediately. Follow me."
He turns and marches away, beckoning you to follow, and you decide it's best to go with him. As you walk past the others, they apparently aren't sure if you're a VIP guest, or a captured criminal. Either way, nobody's making eye contact.
The guard leads you to a part of the palace you don't think you've ever seen before, up some stairs and down a big, wide corridor, with a huge, ornately-carved wooden door at the end, where he motions for you to stop while he raps three times on the door.
"Princess? I have Mr. Anon here for you, as requested."
There's a delay for a moment, and then you hear the unmistakeable voice of Princess Celestia from behind the huge door; firm, but friendly.
"...Thank you. Show him in, please, and then leave us."
The guard gives a shrug, and pushes the heavy door open, gesturing for you to go inside. As soon as you step into the room, he gives a stiff salute and marches back off to his post; while you look on in confusion, a golden glow suffuses the door handle, and the heavy door swings closed. You hear it latch into place.
This can't be happening again, can it?
You look around; this isn't Celestia's private chamber, it's more like a study or something. A room you've never seen before, for sure; bright and airy, frosted glass windows letting in lots of natural sunlight;
...but no sign of the Princess herself.
Just as you're about to ask what the hell's happening, a voice comes from the next room... regal, commanding, and yet at the same time playful.
...It's her.
A voice you could listen to all day, provided she wasn't calling for your execution or something.
"Anon?", she calls out. "Do make yourself comfortable. Something came up at the very last moment, but I should be with you in just a moment..."
You start to nod, wonder if she can see you, and decide to look around the room instead.
It's beautifully decorated, with a big plush sofa and armchairs all tastefully upholstered with golden suns; there's a sturdy-looking writing desk, soft music playing from somewhere...
"Uh... Nice place you have here, Princess," you say, just to fill the empty space.
No response is forthcoming, so you shrug, and sit down in one of the chairs.
Man, this is comfortable. You let out a soft yawn - still tired from the journey, you guess - and lean back, looking around the room to see if the Princess is coming yet.
"...Thank you for coming on such short notice, Anon. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting... It's always such a pleasure to see you. Now... I have something rather... urgent I need to discuss."
The door to the antechamber opens, and out she steps...
And "step" is the right word. You see her foot first, the pointed toe of a shiny patent leather boot, slowly poking from around the door, revealing more and more of her leg... her shapely, royal leg, so often covered up in a flowing dress, but here she's wrapped in skin-tight, figure-hugging latex pants...no, it's a catsuit, a tight, black latex catsuit, polished to such a high degree the light is reflecting off her legs just like it's glinting off her boot...
...your eyes trace the long, supple curve of her calf, the delicate, deliberate bend of her knee... she's got the poise and grace of a ballerina, and her legs seem to go on for miles, as you drink in the thicker, meatier flank of her thigh, every inch of her leg on display for you, wrapped so tightly in that latex that you swear you can hear the rubbery fabric stretching before her high, sharp heel touches down on the polished wooden floor with a resounding 'clack'...
You realise your mouth has been open this whole time, and wipe the drool from your chin, watching in astonishment as she strides purposefully into the room. You know most mere mortals don't ever get to see Princess Celestia like this, and you think to yourself that you should be trying to memorise every detail of her body... you should be looking up at her beautiful face, her soft features, full, glossy lips, that flowing, magical mane, her sweetly self-satisfied smile...
...or maybe even at her breasts, magnificent and full, still perky, bouncy, the cut of the latex playsuit expertly formed around them, not squashing them down but letting them stand proudly on display, the latex deliberately made thin enough across her chest that you can see her prominent nipples poking at the rubber, calling out to you to stand up and put your mouth on them...
...But no. As she stands in the doorway with that smile on her face, she turns to the side, cocks her hips, and puts one hand - one delicate, regal hand, clad in a long latex glove - on her hip as she poses for you, and you can't even begin to wonder how or why this is happening to you, all you can do is take in the living goddess standing before you in the sexiest outfit you've ever seen any woman wear for you...
(sorry, Twily), you think to yourself...
...and as Princess Celestia stands there, looking for your approval, there's only one place your eyes have travelled.
That ass. That big, beautiful, majestic ass. Somehow plump and yet toned at the same time, and wrapped so tightly in the shiny black latex that each curve and line of her stunning rump is enhanced tenfold by the mirrored surface... each cheek so perfectly round and supple, so big, so much bigger than Twilight or even Cadance, and yet so pert, so taut, not a hint of sagging, not an inch of flab... she's flawless.
She looks at you.
"So, I understand you've had quite the interesting week, Anon?"
Your mouth is moving, but no sounds are coming out. She notices your discomfort, and gives a kindly smile.
"It's alright, Anon. As I have said before, there is no need to stand in my presence."
It's a good job she doesn't need you to stand up, because you doubt you'd be able to do that right now. Although there's certainly one part of you that's standing to attention.
"I do always enjoy meeting with my subjects, but so many of them have the habit of wanting to... worship me whenever I'm in their presence. It's nice that we know each other well enough to dispense with all of that," she smiles.
You have never felt so strongly compelled to sink to your knees and worship her as you do right now in the presence of that astonishing, breathtaking ass, gift-wrapped in that skin-tight latex. And yet, she's acting as if this is nothing out of the ordinary.
What's happening? Why is she doing this? What are you meant to say?
You're trying so hard to concentrate on keeping it together, maybe cooling not just grabbing your cock right there and then, but a thought forces its way across your mind. This suit looks a lot like the ones Cadance and Twilight wore for you, you think, and your mind wanders to the way those suits were cut away so neatly around the girls' crotches, and you can't help but wonder if Celestia's suit is cut the same way, and...
Even though you're already sitting down, you feel your knees completely give out at the thought.
"But, forgive me. I am digressing, as I so often do. Let us get to the matters at hand," she says with a shake of her head, and walks over to an armchair, taking big, sashaying steps, and...
...Yep, there it is, you were right, her suit has a cutaway panel where the crotch should be too, and your eyes are suddenly filled with forbidden princess pussy.
Your mind is filled with warning sirens and whistling noises, as a voice repeats over and over: You should not be looking at this. You should not be seeing this. You are not allowed to be seeing this.
But you're seeing this.
Flawless white lips concealing all but the merest hint of the soft, meaty pink treasure inside... a carefully-tended landing strip of neat, glossy hair, in delicate stripes matching the colours of her mane... and... What? The faintest unmistakeable glistening of moisture on her inner thighs...
Celestia have mercy!, you think to yourself, before realising how weird that sounds in this situation.
Celestia sits herself down in the armchair, settling her magnificent ass down as she gets comfortable, seemingly unconcerned as she plants her bare cunt on the cushions, and crosses her legs, denying you your view as you force yourself to look up at her face instead.
"Do you like it?"
..."What?" You aren't really ready for words.
"...The suit, Anon. Do you like my suit? I had it custom-made by an excellent designer in Ponyville. Though I believe you are already somewhat... familiar with her work?"
You want to answer with confidence, a confidence naturally born of having recently cum all over two beautiful princesses at their own behest. But the words still don't come. Unsure where this is going, or what you're meant to say, all you can do is nod.
Celestia seems a little underwhelmed by your attitude; she doesn't frown yet, but that kindly, royal smile is starting to turn, and you think you hear her give the merest hint of a sigh.
"Let me be blunt, then, Anon," she says, and for the first time, she sounds a little impatient. "I know what you did with Princess Twilight. I know, because - "
- she holds up a latex-gloved hand to head off the interruption you were trying to make -
"...because she tells me everything. Ever since she was a filly, I've taken Twilight under my wing, so to speak, and tried to teach her about the world, about magic, about friendship... and, yes, even about finding her own path in life, however much it might hurt the both of us to go our separate ways. We promised that no matter where our lives might take us, no matter what we went on to do, we would always be there for each other, both as student and teacher, and as friends."
Celestia is deep in thought, and she absent-mindedly brushes a mote of dust from the glossy rubber stretched taut across her knee, as if she's forgotten what she's wearing.
"...And so when she told me that the two of you had formed a sexual relationship, I was glad for her. I might not write and tell her all of the details of every guard or noble or servant I may choose to invite to bed with me, or whenever I take a lover to tend between my thighs - "
(you're glad you weren't drinking, otherwise you'd have done a spit take)
" - but Twilight does feel the need to, well, share the details of each new experience or encounter, including in the bedroom..."
Your cock won't behave; the beautiful Sun Princess herself, inches from you, dressed like some elite-level whore, the scent and taste of her pussy juice now unmistakeable on the air as she talks about you fucking your marefriend... it's too much, and your erection is straining hard at your pants as you watch her glossy lips move without taking in all of the words...
"...and when I read about her plans for Princess Cadance, and the experiences the two of you shared together afterwards, well... Let us say, my interest was piqued."
She uncrosses her legs and moves to stand, lifting herself out of her armchair with a slight groan, the strain of lifting those big, wide hips. Conditioned by years of royal worship, you automatically move to stand too, throbbing erection or not, but find you can't move.
You look down, and your arms and legs are held tight against the chair in a golden, glowing aura.
..."Princess?", you finally manage to stammer.
"I'm sure you already know this, Anon, but I happen to be very protective of my most faithful student."
She looks straight into your eyes, as she strides towards your chair.
"...I need to be sure that you're... good enough for her, Anon. And more importantly... I need to be sure that she won't be hurt."
Another glow of magic, this time forming some kind of... rod? Or a switch, maybe a crop...?
"...Hurt by some selfish stallion, who wants to take more than she's willing to give."
Whatever it is, Celestia manouvers it so that it's floating next to your face, and you feel her press it against your cheek with her magic.
"...Hurt, emotionally..."
You can only stare at her, as the crop trails down your cheek, your chin, your neck, and - huh? - your bare chest, as your shirt suddenly tears itself open of its own accord, buttons scattered across the floor.
"...or physically..."
OUCH! She just hit you across the chest with that thing. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but the smarting shock of it brings you sharply back to life.
"Look, Princess, I...-" But you can't say any more, because now your tongue is being held in that golden aura too.
"Now, Anon," she says, as she stands above you, the silhouette of her huge, beautiful ass filling your field of view, blocking out the light from the windows. "I don't believe you're a bad colt. And, if I'm being honest, I don't blame you for taking advantage of my niece, or my dear student. After all..."
She leans in close to you; you can feel her breath on your cheek, feel the weight and warmth of her big, heavy breast against your arm.
"...They are both very pretty girls, aren't they? Oh, I can only imagine how good they looked in these suits. Cadance is a lovely girl, isn't she, with those hips, and that beautiful face... And as for Twilight Sparkle, well, I hardly need to remind you how sweet and alluring she can look..."
As scared as you are, your cock is throbbing desperately now, begging to be released from your pants as Celestia teases you.
"...And, I do admit, there's a part of me that wishes I could have been there to see her dressed up like this. I'm sure you enjoyed it, though, Anon, didn't you? With that tight little rump all wrapped up in rubber, and those sexy little breasts of hers, and... Oh! There we are!"
With a wicked grin, Celestia reaches down and opens up your pants, trailing her fingers over your shaft as you relish the freedom to let your cock stand tall in the air.
"Mmm, yes. This is most satisfactory, I dare say."
Her hand moves to your chin, those latex-gloved fingers holding your head up to look at her... but you can still feel her toying with your helpless erection, and you guess she's playing with you using her magic now, and... oh, fuck, that feels good, you think, as a pair of juicy virtual lips starts to plant tingling little magical kisses all over your bulging manhood, the sparks running from the tip down through your balls and up into your body, as you struggle to breathe.
"So, talking about Twilight's sexy young body made you all excited, did it? That's very good. Very good," she smiles, and you're rewarded with those wet lips magically slobbering on the head of your cock, wide-mouthed, slurping kisses, never quite taking you all the way in but instead just trailing a warm, sucking, imaginary tongue all around the head, while Celestia holds your chin in her hand and looks into your eyes, looking for a reaction you don't know how to give.
Whatever she saw, it seems to have been the right answer, because she gives a wicked grin and lets go of your chin.
"...Yes, Twilight Sparkle is a lovely creature. You are very lucky to have her as a marefriend, as I'm sure you appreciate."
The magic fades from your tongue, and the spectral mouth that was pleasuring your cock takes a break, as Celestia turns her back on you.
"...Although, maybe sometimes you find yourself wanting something a little... bigger?"
She turns around fully, looking at you over her shoulder while she playfully bites her lip. She flares out her enormous wings, so huge they're almost smashing through the windows, and then lifts that magical, flowing tail...
...as the magic engulfs your dick again, softer this time, just holding you in a firm but gentle grip, barely moving, trembling ever so slightly, sending those vibrations up and down your shaft and then smothering them again just as quickly...
...and she bends over, just a little, and you're confronted with the ass of your dreams, her leaning emphasising the curvaceous rump, those taut, muscular thighs, huge, firm buttocks, straining at the material as the suit struggles to contain her cheeks... and between them, under the fleshy dock of her mesmerising tail, her beautiful white ponut, gleamingly clean, totally exposed, for you and only you, sitting above that treasure of a marehood...
"...a sight so few men have ever been permitted to look upon," says Celestia, apparently picking up exactly where your thoughts left off, "and here I am, exposing myself for you, utterly bared before you... look, Anon, can you see? Can you see my marehood, just waiting for your touch? Oh, I may be a Princess, but I have needs like any other mare..."
...she winks at you, first with her eyes, those stunning eyelashes swatting you down, and then with her pussy, an audible slurping noise and a drooling string of juices tricking down her pristine white thigh onto the latex of her playsuit leg...
"...and sometimes, what I need... is a big... hard... cock... just... like... this one..."
The grip on your cock tightens, and then the sensation threatens to take you over, as though two pairs of hands are working on your gasping, throbbing dick at once, running fingers up and down, massaging your balls, gripping and stroking up and down and around your shaft... and these are magical hands, sending all kinds of signals to your brain, now hot, now cold, now tingling... soft, wet, warm, rough, smooth, sticky... your mind is going haywire as you stare at Celestia's unbelievable pussy, lashed tight to the chair as she jerks you off more intensely than any woman has ever done before... you're going to cum... you're going to cum on Celestia's ass, you're going to see your cum splash all over those cheeks and on those gorgeous royal cunt lips, you're going to cum right here in the chair and there's nothing you can do about it, oh fuck, here it comes...
...and then she stops.
...And she grips your cock with her magic. Hard. She's literally using her magic to block your orgasm. Like clamping off a hose.
"No," she says, suddenly stern. "You don't get to cum yet."
what the fuck
"I need... to know... you're good enough," she says, her panting giving away how much this was turning her on too.
"Princess..." you moan, so close, so in need of release... just one more pump from her magic would do it, you're sure... "Just one more... please..."
"I need...", she continues, ignoring your pleas, "...to know you can control yourself... for when Twilight does this..."
"...I'm so close!", you moan, almost pitiful in your desperation.
"...I know you are," smirks Celestia. "That's the whole point."
Suddenly, you feel the pressure ease on your wrists and ankles, and you realise you're free to stand up, if you can. Did she mean to do that? Is the spell she's using to stop you cumming making her lose control of your magical restraints?
You're so close. Her beautiful big ass is still there, a target waiting for you to paint with cum; her pussy lips wink again, another meaty slurp as her body tries to pull deeper on a cock that isn't there, her clit so engorged it looks like a slick, shiny pearl. She wants it so badly. You want it so badly. You can't help it, you reach down to grab your cock, to jerk off all over that beautiful princess rump and to hell with the consequences, it's going to be the best cum of your life...
"No," says Celestia, and with that one word, you suddenly find yourself in mid-air, arms trapped, frozen in place, unable to reach your cock to give it that last pump or two it needs to unload, floating helplessly as she stares at you.
"Not until I say so," she says, sternly. "Not until I'm sure."
You can't move a muscle now. You're completely helpless. If she decided to magically squash you out of existence, or stomp you to the ground with those boots, there'd be nothing at all you could do about it; you're utterly at the mercy of the most powerful magic user in all of Equestria.
And you're not even sure you care as long as you get to cum first, your dick stabbing in the breeze, still hard as a rock, still suffocated by that magical field.
"Tell me, Anon," she says, and there's a flash, as her magic conjures something else up next to her, but you can't turn your head to see it. "Tell me, what will you do, if another mare besides Twilight tries to make you cum?"
what
"I... uh... I mean... Oh, fuck, Princess..."
There's a loud buzzing noise, and you realise what Celestia has conjured up, as she levitates it to her marehood, coating it liberally in her sweet, sticky royal juices before floating it an inch from your face, filling your nose with the scent.
"I want to hear this, Anon."
The magical vibrator disappears from view, and you can't see where it's going, you can only hear the buzz getting further away, until YEEEAAAARGHH!
"Tell me."
She's laid it against your dick and balls, the magical vibrations even stronger than when she was jerking you off with her magic, unexpected changes in direction, in temperature, in speed, like your cock is being ministered to by a hundred lovers at once, and they're all Celestia, in that suit, with that glorious ass, and you're going to cum, and - no - she's still stopping you! Fuck!
"FUCK!"
"No, Anon. Not until you tell me."
The vibrator trails across your balls and over your perineum, and if it weren't for the spell you're sure you'd have just cum in mid air, but instead you just float there, humping nothing, shaking with violent, dry convulsions as Celestia presses the juice-slicked magical vibrator against your asshole.
"Tell me, right now."
You don't... oh fuck... you don't know... what she wants to... shit!... hear... oh that feels OH FUCK... so... you say... the first thing... NGHHHH you're so fucking CLOSE... you can think of...
"I... ask... Twilight... first!"
The vibrator stops, and Celestia looks at you for a moment.
And then she smiles.
"Good boy," she says, with a grin, and your hands are suddenly free, and her ass spreads below you as she helps you along with her magic, her asshole puckering in anticipation, "cum for me", pussy lips clenching in the hope of feeling that hot seed pumping, spurting across her ass, "cum on, Anon, cum for me", white on white, "I need it,", splattered on leather, soaked into the royal cunt, "give it to me, give it all to me, cum for your Princess!"...
and...
Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
...the world fractures into a kaleidoscope of pleasure as the first scalding hot jet splashes right across her rump, across those latex-wrapped cheeks, across her bare white skin, across her asshole...
...pump two against her pussy, you can see the hot, thick mess coating the folds of the royal cunt lips as the third jet lashes across her ass, you can see it drip, sucked inside by her hungry pussy as she winks in her own pleasure...
...oh, fuck, that ass, four, that big, beautiful ass, five, FUCK, that ROYAL ass, six, that one just landed on her thigh, dribbling down her latex-clad leg, seven, more of a spurt, eight, you feel that just drip to the floor, you're spent...
...and somehow you're sitting back in the chair, as a very happy princess is wiping your cum from her flank, a towel levitated in her magic...
"...Yes", she beams, and her smile is as infectious as the first day you ever saw her. "Yes, Anon, I believe you passed that little test with flying colours."
She reaches back with a latex-gloved hand to wipe up the streaks of cum from her thigh, and then looks at you before deliberately licking her fingers clean.
"I want you to promise me, Anon. Promise me that if any other mare dresses up like this for you, no matter how desperate you are, you will remember how I made you feel, and always - ALWAYS - ask Twilight first."
You can't speak, so instead, you just nod furiously in agreement.
"I'm very glad to hear it," smiles the Princess, and you share a look. "I am going to order some tea and cake, would you like to join me?"
Another nod, as she looks down at herself, clad from head to toe in sticky latex, engorged pussy lips protruding beautifully from the open suit.
"...Although I believe I will change first, if you don't mind." She sniffs at the air, heavy with the scent of mingled cum, sweat and royal cunt juices. "And perhaps open a window or two", she mutters, as she heads to the other room.
You sit there, bewildered, cock deflating, staring at the stain Celestia left on her chair, wondering what the fuck just happened.
"Oh, and Anon?", comes Celestia's chirpy sing-song voice from behind the door. "Twilight and I share rather more than stories. So, if you ever find yourself wanting to repeat this experience, and Twilight is OK with it, well..."
She leans back around the door, naked, sweaty shoulders dusted in baby powder.
"...I certainly wouldn't say no."