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- >Your are Anon
- >You are in a private train car, traveling through the Minotaur Motherland
- >You sit next to Celestia
- >You look boredly out at the bland landscape as it zooms by
- >You don’t know why Celestia brought you on this trip
- >You decide to ask the burning question
- “So, princess, why’d you bring me on the trip?”
- >”You hold value in negotiations with other races. It shows I have compaction for all creatures, no matter how strange.”
- >She looked forward and talked in an authoritative voice. She was in diplomat mode
- “Wow, thanks, real self-esteem booster.”
- >You feel a hoof on your shoulder
- >”Anon, you know you’re important to me.”
- >She gives you a heartwarming look, making you smile
- >You have spent a lot of time with Celestia since you arrived in Equestria
- >She felt that your being here was her fault, even though it wasn’t
- >She has been trying to help you get home ever since one of the young pupils from Celestia’s school for gifted ponies teleported you here by accident
- >You haven’t had the courage to tell her you don’t really want to go home
- >A guardspony trots up to Celestia and bows
- >”We will be arriving is Moscow shortly.”
- >Fuck this place and its shitty pun name
- >It’s cold and dreary, just like Russia back home
- >The train hisses to a halt and you follow Celestia off the train
- >A chariot is waiting for her outside of the station
- >You and her climb into it
- >”Alright Anon, I’ll do all the talking, you just stand there and look pretty.”
- >You roll your eyes
- >Celestia was surprisingly flirtatious, although she has never acted on her comments
- >The one time you tried to make a move on her didn’t end well
- >You arrive at the Royal palace shortly
- >As the large double door entrence opens Celestia give you a smile and you return it
- >The doors swings open to a grand entrance hall
- >Two minotaurs hold out trumpets and play fanfare as you proceed down the well decorated corridor
- >Fancy tapestry hangs from the ceiling and stained glass windows covered the walls
- >At the other end of the hall two thrones sit atop a raised platform
- >A minotaur fills either throne
- >On the right, an elderly male with a large, brutish physic. A large moustache adorns his tired looking face. A thick robe covers his body and a shine golden crown adorns his grey-haired head
- >To his left, a younger female, but not by much. She wears a large dress that leaves a lot to the imagination. Her hair was done up in two large buns, a tiara siting between them. She has a very bored look on her face
- >Celestia has told you that the meeting was just a required formality
- >You’d be staying in the barracks with her entourage of guards
- >You arrive at the foot of the platform and drop to one knee
- >Celestia and the minotaur king start the monotonous proceedings
- >You try to stay focused, but find your eyes wondering around the hall
- >A door behind the thrones swings open and another minotaur comes running out
- >This one catches your eye
- >A young girl with a slightly muscular build. She is wearing a frilly pink dress. The dress can bearly contain her breasts as she runs and you can tell she isn’t wearing a bra
- >You stare slack jawed for a moment before snapping yourself back to a professional composer
- >But you can’t stop yourself from eyeing up the minotaur
- >She stops next to the queen and whispers something to her
- >The queen leans in over and whispers something back
- >By the look on her face you can tell she’s angry
- >The new minotaur just nodded shamefully and smoothed out her dress, revealing more of her curves
- >She pulls a tiara from her belt and places it between her horns
- >You quickly avert your eyes
- >You don’t know what would happen to you if you got caught ogling the Minotaur Princess, but you have a feeling it would be pretty bad
- >But your poor judgment gets the better of you and you peek at her again
- >Your eyes meet hers
- >They are a stunning shade of hazel
- >You both look away in embarrassment
- >You look at the ground for the rest of the proceedings, which dragged on way longer then they should have
- >Once the meeting ends the royal minotaurs take their leave, the princess trailing behind
- >You can’t help but stare at her ample buttocks while she walks away, her tall swaying playfully through a hole in the back of the dress
- >She turns back to you and smiles before disappearing through the door
- >Celestia push her snout to your nose
- >”I know what you thinking and don’t. Doing something stupid could compromise the peace of the kingdoms.”
- >This is the first time Celestia has taken a harsh tone towards you, and it scared you
- >You furiously nod, fearing saying something wrong
- >”Good.”
- >She turns away and goes through the door the minotaurs went through, clsing it behind her
- >You fell a massive paw on your shoulder, nearly making you jump out of your skin
- >You turn to see a large guard clad in leather
- >He brandishes an abnormally large axe
- >”I will show you to barracks.”
- >You nod as he leads you through a different door
- >The barracks is in the deepest reaches of the castle
- >The rest of the royal guard is already there, each at their own respective bed
- >Your light luggage was carried down by a friendly guard and placed on a bed
- >You place your bag in the wooden footlocker at the end of the bed and sit down
- >The bed is extremely uncomfortable
- >The mattress was stuff with old, smelly hay and your blanket was a cut up potato sack
- >You shift around until you find the most comfortable position, laying your head on the bear mattress
- >Sleep very slowly takes you into its grasp
- >You wake up to hay stabbing into you side
- >You sit up and rub your eyes
- >There are no windows so you have no idea what time it is, but everyone is still asleep so you assume it’s early
- >You try to lie down and go back to sleep, but find yourself unable
- >There is just enough light emanating from lit torch the other side of the door to let you see what you are doing
- >You go into you bag and grab a winter coat
- >You put it on, enjoying the newfound warmth
- >You open the door and gently close it behind you
- >The sentries stationed at the door pay you no mind as you groggily make your way through the corridor
- >You are temporarily blinded by a flood of natural light when you enter the next room
- >A covered walkway leads to the training grounds
- >A light snow is falling and the cold stuns your already tired body
- >As you walk down the walkway you hear feminine grunts coming from the training grounds
- >Maybe one of the guards got up early
- >You come to the opening of the grounds and see the source of the grunts
- >The princess stands in the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by ruined dummies
- >Hay and wood are spread around the ground
- >The princess is wearing a loose, raggedy blouse and a pair of patchwork slacks
- >The clothes are stained with sweat
- >She welds a sword much too big for her size
- >A spring-loaded dummy pops up from a bush being her
- >With one quick motion she splits the dummy in two
- >She swings the blade with ease in a gracious flowing motion
- >She catches you out of the corner of her eye and turns
- >You freeze like a deer in headlights
- >Without thinking you hide behind a nearby pillar
- >”Come out.”
- >She has a thick accent, but still understandable
- >You hesitantly step forward and bow at her hooves
- >”Stand.”
- >You scramble to your feet
- >”Were you spying on me?”
- “S-spying? What? No, I…”
- >She walks around you
- >You don’t dare move, fearing that she would split your head open if you do
- >You hear a dull thud behind you
- >”Turn.”
- >You don’t know why, but you like when she commands you
- >You do as you’re told and turn around
- >A sword lies on the ground
- >”You are either warrior or spy. Pick it up. We fight.”
- >She points to the blade
- >You follow her orders and pick it up
- >It’s almost too heavy for you to hold
- >This is all happening so fast. You’ve never even held a sword in your life
- >She charges at you, letting out a fierce battlecry
- >With one swing she knocks the sword from your hands
- >It sails to the other side of the courtyard
- >She brings the massive blade over her head
- >You try to backstep, but trip over yourself and fall on your ass
- >Oh god, you were going to die
- >She brings the gargantuan blade down, stopping it only a few inches from you face
- >”You need practice.”
- >She shifts the blade to her shoulder
- >”You should also learn to control yourself in battle.”
- >You give her a confused look
- >She smiles and looks further down your body
- >You follow her glance
- >You realize that you have a throbbing hardon
- >You quickly cover it with one hand while facepalming with the other
- >She giggles at turns away
- >”I could help you with your ‘Control issues’.”
- >She makes a significant effort to shake her succulent ass in your face with those last two words
- >She winks at you before walking away, leaving you sitting in the snow, embarrassed and cold
- >After your embarrassing ordeal this morning you are reluctant to see the princess at the banquet tonight
- >You sit down next to Celestia at the large table
- >The royal family steps through a door at the end of the room
- >Everyone stand and some applaud
- >The king makes a motion
- >Everyone sits and begins to pass around the food
- >Fresh fruits and Veggies, but sadly, no meat
- >They probably did that for the ponies
- >You make small talk with Celestia while you enjoy your meal
- >Every time you look up you make eye contact with the princess
- >She’s wearing a teal dress and a cowl
- >She doesn’t look comfortable. She would probably much rather be in her sweaty training clothes
- >She smiles at you and waves
- >You smile and wave back
- >Something hits you in the back of the head
- >You turn and see Celestia staring angrily at you
- >”What did I say?”
- “Sorry, Mom.”
- >She smiles at your joke
- >You always know how to make her smile
- >That’s probably why she keep you around. That and she loves teasing you
- >You see the princess excuse herself from the table
- >You pay it little mind as you eat your meal
- >After a few minute a minotaur places his hand on your shoulder
- >”Sir, I think you may need to go to the bathroom.”
- “What?”
- >He increases his grip, nearly crushing your shoulder
- >”I think you may need to go to the bathroom.”
- “Bathroom, yeah…”
- >You ask to be excused and leave the banquet
- >The minotaur leads you down a series of corridors
- >He opens a door and shoves you in, slamming it behind you
- >You are indeed in a bathroom, and a rather elegant one
- >The shower was running
- >The water turns of and the curtain swings open
- >In the shower is the dripping wet princess in all her glory
- >She steps out, completely ignoring a towel
- >Water drips from her D-cup breasts
- >She saunters over to you, giving you a seductive look
- >You just stare, dumbfounded
- >Her massive hips sway back and forth as she approaches
- >Without warning she slams you up against the wall
- >She puts one hand on your throat and works the other down your body and into your pants
- >She locks lips with you, forcing her tongue down your throat
- >Your freeze in shock, but let the girls do her thing
- >She grips you cock as you begin to wrestle her tongue with yours
- >You place a hand on her massive breast
- >The soft fur and tender flesh feel amazing
- >Your finger plays with her delicate nipple
- >She moans into your mouth
- >She taste amazing, like fresh mint
- >She probably brushed her teeth in preparation
- >As you kiss her you remember what Celestia said
- >You put your hands on her shoulders and push away
- >”What? You don’t want?”
- “It’s not that. This is just happening really quickly. I don’t even know your name.”
- >”My name is Milla Hoofingrad of the Minotuars.”
- “I’m Anon…”
- >”Now that that is out of way...”
- >She knelt down and yanked on your pants
- >They slid down and you hard dick sprang out
- >She gripped it and began to pump
- >Her muscular grip felt great on around cock
- >She began to lick the shaft, starting at the base and working her way up to the head
- >She swirled her tongue around it before taking it in her mouth
- >She slowly slid her lips down the length of your manhood
- >You feel your cock hit the back of her throat
- >She repositions herself so she could take more
- >She stops once she has every inch in her mouth
- >She looks at you and begins to hum
- >The vibrations in her throat are so amazing you stand on your toes
- >She removes your meat from her mouth, a string of saliva between the do
- >She strokes your spit cover cock
- >”You like?”
- >You nod
- >Your so close to cumming that you’re afraid to exhale
- >You here a knock at the door
- >Both your and Milla’s head snap to the door
- >”Milla?”
- >The voice of a man, deep and threatening
- >”Yes father?”
- >Your jaw drops
- >If you get caught with the princess you’re dead… or worse
- >You try to move, but the princess squeezes your dick, telling you not to move
- >”Why did you leave the banquet?”
- >”I just had to freshen up father, I will be back in a moment.”
- >”Don’t take long, you need to make a good impression.”
- >She stands and releases your cock
- >”Yes father.”
- >She waits a second, making sure her dad is out of earshot
- >”Looks like we need to finish this later.”
- >You nod, stroking your sore manhood
- >She throws on a bathrobe and give you a quick kiss before leaving
- >You looked down at your soaked clothes, mainly in the groin area
- >You let out a sigh, no knowing how you were going to explain this to Celestia
- >You decide to not return to the dinner and go to the barracks to get a change of clothes
- >Celestia will be pissed, but not as much as she would be if she found out what you were doing
- >You spend the rest of the celebration in the barracks alone, massaging your sore dick
- >Guard started to file into the barracks, so in drunken stuppers
- >You must have missed the alcohol
- >One of them told you how furious Celestia was, which was, as he put it, ‘she was redder than her namesake’
- >After most had settled into their beds a minotaur, the one that got you attention during the banquet, stepped in
- >”Anon.”
- >You stood and came to him
- >He handed you a letter with the royal seal on it
- >The minotaur took his leave and you went back to you bed
- >You could feel something more than just paper in the envelop
- >You tear the tab and flip it open
- >A letter and what appears to be a piece of pink fabric
- >You pull out the letter and unfold in. it reads:
- Anon,
- My apologies for cutting our meeting short earlier, but I think I have some time before I go to bed to finish what we were doing. My window will be unlocked. Feel free to stop by at any time.
- P.S. I also gave you a little present, I was wearing these this morning while I trianed. Don’t worry, they haven’t been cleaned
- Love, Princess Milla
- >You pull the fabric from the envelope
- >It was a pair of pink panties with a yellow trim
- >You quickly hide them under the blanket
- >You look around, making sure nobody was looking
- >You bring the undergarment to your nose and take a deep whiff
- >Its sweaty, pungent smell assaults your hostels, but to you it was amazing
- >You wish you weren’t in a room full of men
- >You’ve been blue balled for the past two days and needed some relief
- >Hopefully the princess will do that for you later, if you don’t get interrupted again
- >You wonder where the princess’ room is
- >You stand in the training courtyard
- >You look up and see an open window, a light shines from it
- >It’s a few stories off the ground
- >You scratch your head, wondering how she want you to get up there
- >You look to the wall below the window
- >Vines grow up the wall right past the window
- >You tug on them
- >They have grown firmly into the wall and the stalks are thick enough to give you a good grip
- >Are you sure you want to do this?
- >You think a good, long time
- >Would you really risk your life for Mythological Creature Princess Pussy in the Magical Land of Equestria?
- >Of course you would
- >You grab the vines and begin your ascent
- >You make it up about half way and look down
- >An extreme sense of vertigo overcomes you
- >The things you do for the pussy
- >You refocus on your target and climb
- >You reach the window and flop yourself in
- >You huff and puff, completely out of breath
- >You look up and see Milla
- >She is lying on her magnificent bed
- >She’s wearing a see-through red nightgown with black lingerie panties underneath
- >No bra, as usual
- >She raises an eyebrow
- >”Difficult climb?”
- >You regain yourself as she steps over to you
- >”Now, where were we?”
- >She locks lips with you
- >This time you’re prepared for it
- >You place your hands on her beautifully wide hips and pull her close
- >You both begin to move towards the bed
- >She sits you down and take a knee
- >As she undoes your pant she looks up at you
- >”I apologies for what I did to you early. Hopefully this will make it up to you.”
- >You take of your shirt and throw it to the floor
- “As long as we don’t get interrupted again, I’m sure it will.”
- >She casually tosses your clothes aside
- >Taking you half-flaccid penis in her hand she strokes it a few time to get it to full potential
- >She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out
- >She lets spit drip onto you cock, using her fingers to distribute it along the shaft
- >She strokes it a few more times before putting he lips around the head
- >She’s more conservative this time, only taking a little bit more in her mouth with each bob
- >You feel the pressure begin to built
- >You grit your teeth, tying to held back
- >But your efforts are futile
- >You grab her horns and slam her down hard, making her take the entire of you cock in her mouth
- >Her eyes widen in surprise as you shoot your cum down her throat
- >She tries to say something, but the vibrations only increase your pleasure
- >Some of you juice spills out of her nose
- >You retract your dick and let her breath
- >She coughs a couple times and wipes her nose
- >”I’m going to make you pay for that.”
- >She shoves you onto your back
- >She remove her panties and tosses them
- >She starts crawling over your naked body
- >She stops when here crotch is level with you face
- >She sits up, placing her hands on your chest for balance
- >Her cunt hovers over your face, glistening with moisture
- >Some drips down onto your cheek
- >You don’t hesitate to go to work, plunging you tongue into her
- >She lets out moans of pleasure as you explore her depth
- >You reach a hand up and gently pinch her nipple, cause a squeal from the princess
- >She began thrusting her hip further down on your face, alwaying you reach further inside
- >She let out a small scream with each thrust
- >With on final push, she screams, reaching her climax
- >Her feminine juices drip into your mouth and down your face
- >She rolls off of you and lays on the bed, dazed from the ordeal
- >You scoot your way next to her
- >You grab her breast and rub your rehardened dick against her vag
- “You ready?”
- >She nods and you roll ontop of her, lining yourself up
- >You rub your head along the length of the slit before teasing the hole
- >You look at her and she nods
- >You push yourself in
- >Her cunt give you a bit of resistance, but you keep inserting
- >You reach your limit, your cock pushing against the entrance to her womb
- >You feel her wall constrict around you like a vice grip
- >You look up to the princess
- >She was gripping the bed sheets and was biting down on a pillow
- “You okay? Do you want me to take it out?”
- >”No, keep going.”
- >You begin moving back and forth slowly
- >After a few pumps she loosens her grip, allowing you to move more freely
- >You begging thrusting more rapidly
- >”Could you be more gentle please?
- >Her tone is soft, like Fluttershy’s
- “What? Too much for the minotaur princess to handle?”
- >You look at her eyes
- >She was legitimately in pain
- >You resume your previous pace
- “I’m sorry.”
- >You lean in and kiss her tenderly, stroking her hair with the other hand
- >She puts up a tough persona, but she’s actually rather tender and sweet
- >It’s a requirement to be tough in Minotaur culture
- >”You can go a little fast.”
- >You oblige her and pick up the pace
- >After a bit you fell yourself growing close
- >By the way Milla was moaning she was closer than you
- >You change your angle, aiming for the G-spot
- >After a few thrust her walls clamp down on your cock again
- >Her cum drips down your balls and onto the floor
- >After a few more pushes your about to finish as well
- >You pull out, spraying your seed onto her toned stomach
- >You lie down next to her and put your arm around her
- >Your both spent and drenched in sweat
- >You nuzzle her soft cheek
- “I have to go.”
- >You stand and begin to pick up your clothes
- >”Go? Why?”
- “If I get caught naked with the princess your father will have my head and not the one on my shoulders.”
- >”Oh, I understand…”
- >Her sad tone tugs at your heartstrings
- >You grab her by the horns and give her a deep kiss
- “I’m leaving tomorrow, I would love to have you see me off.”
- >”I would love that too.”
- >You give her a quick peck on the forehead and head toward the window
- >You step up onto the sill and turn back to Milla
- >She smiles at you
- >You blow her a kiss before descending down the vines and returning to the barracks
- >You find yourself once again in the private train car
- >Your staring at the window
- >Princess Milla was standing on the platform, waving and wiping tears from her eyes
- >You subtlety waved back at her so that Celestia wouldn’t notice
- >You let out a sigh and slump down in your chair as the train pulled away from the station
- >Celestia turns to you
- >”Maybe you can have her next time.”
- “Yeah, next time…”
- >You cram your hand into your pocket
- >To your surprise you find something there
- >You pull it out in curiosity and hold it up
- >It was the Princess’ panties
- >Celestia looks at you in shock, her mouth agape
- >Her expression quickly turned to anger
- >A big shit-eating grin spreads across your face and you shrug
- >Celestia slammed your head against the window with her hoof
- >”You’re an idiot.”
- “Hey, maybe they can fit you?”
- >She eyes them, then shakes her head
- >”No, they are way too small for my royal rump. I can give you a part of my panties when we get back, for size comparison.”
- >You rest your head on her shoulder
- “I’d love that.”
- >She slams your head against the window again, but this time she giggles
- >”Of course you would, idiot.”
- End
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