An itch

>Celestia is giving me the bedroom eyes
>She slowly walks to you with a sway with her hips
"Oh Anon, please help your princess with her itch that she simply cannot scratch herself. You see, I would do it myself but I'd rather feel the soft and warm touch of your hands on me."
>She gets like this when I give her a certain amount of Rootbeer and tacos
>How does that register you say? I don't even fucking know.
>I step back and hit my head on my book shelf
Status: somewhat dazed
>I feel disoriented
"Anonymous please! Don't make me beg. My fur is on edge and so am I! Let me have a satisfying moan that would echo throughout the stars!"
>I can only guess that if I were to touch her even once she would melt
>"I-I uh, really don't know if I should 'scratch' you Celly! I really think-"
"Oh, I just love it when you call me that!", she bats her eyes at me "If your world didn't negate my magic I would do so many things to you, you can't even fathom the full extent of my gratitude. Now I'll ask you again"
>She clears her throat then looks to me with eyes that can pierce a heart of stone
"Anonymous, I really need your help. Scratch me where I can feel you the most...pweash?"
>well I guess I she held out this long
>"Well, I guess I can indulge you. This will be the last time though!"
>She hops in place
"Oh, yes yes! Certainly Anonymous! Now, let me have it!"
>I stand near her
>Reach out my hand
>Feel the long neck of hers and work my way to my destination
>I rub my fingers in place
>then
>I scratch behind her ears as if there was no tomorrow
>She wildly moans for a few moments then collapses onto the floor
>In-between her panting she manages to say
"I was never able to reach there until I found you. Thank you ever so much Anon."
>I scratch my head a little
"Yeah, it's whatever. Just don't ask again, okay?"
>She slow nods her head while a grin is forming and those eyes return