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- > Be Anon on a leash
- > When you appeared in Bovinia, out were immediately overpowered by some Minotauresses with literally watermelon sized tits wearing overalls
- > They spoke in a thick Appalachian accent, and explained the realities of your situation
- > There was also a great deal of sitting on your face and making you eat them out while they spouted rural euphemisms
- > In your short time with your first owners, you learned a few things
- > How to really work your tongue
- > Minotauresses bodybuild obsessively in order to withstand the massive weight of their breasts
- > You are what they call a "higger" and thus sub-minotaur
- > Apparently, some minos are born with almost no cow traits, and are generally weaker than their more bovine peers
- > However, if 4chan taught you anything, it's the degeneration inside that counts
- > So you managed to flaunt yourself in front of wealthier, more deviant females, who promptly bought you from your previous owners
- > You continued in that way, eating your way to the top, changing hands until you ended up in a harem
- > The Bovinian ambassador to Equestria's harem, to be specific
- > As expected of an ambassador, Ironing Board had a wide selection of boytoys for her amusement
- > A diamond dog, an adolescent dragon, a griffon, even a cloud gremlin
- > They had one thing in common, though
- > They were all whiny bitches
- > So what if Ironing Board is flat chested?
- > So what if she never kisses them on the mouth?
- > You could never tell if they resented being her cuddle slaves, or if they wanted more of her favor and affection
- > You suspect some of the latter fed into their pecking order disputes
- > Thankfully, you kept your spot as number 2 without having to do any of the catty remarks and slapfights
- > Dragonboy had the rest of them under his claw, due to the fact that he was tough as shit, decently strong, and could breath fire
- > He was also deathly afraid of you, recognizing you as a Human from the old legends
- > When he wasn't sulfuring his sheets about you, he was alright, so you just sort of lounged around as the other guys speculated at what magical powers you might have
- > The thumb trick really freaked them out
- > It was not to last, however
- > One day, Ironing Board brought you with her to negotiations
- > You were a little curious about what passed for politics here, but it seemed that wasn't in the cards
- > Celestia looked you up and down, eyes glinting with that familiar hunger
- > Ironing Board slapped you on the ass, pushing you forward
- > "He's still a virgin, you know. Shaman verified. So what do you say?"
- > Celestia nodded
- > "I accept. Guards, fetch the prince."
- > You watch some prissy stallion mewl and plead as he is dragged by
- > Ironing Board gives your balls one last jostle, sighing fondly
- > "Anon, you were among the best cuddle buddies I have ever had. You go and treat ol' Celly just as good, alight?"
- > You flick her gently on the nipple
- "Sure thing. Oh, and Homeward Bone is getting lonely, could you move him up in the schedule?"
- > Ironing Board winks at Celestia
- > "See what I mean? Anon's a real treasure."
- > She kisses you on the cheek
- > "I'll do that. Take care, you dirty higger."
- > You swat her ass as she turns away
- "You too, you old cow."
- > She giggles, picking former prince Blueblood up by the scruff of his neck as she leaves
- > Celestia gives you a warm smile
- > "Welcome to Equestria, Anonymous. Would you like to accompany me, or would you rather rest in your quarters?"
- > It's pretty early in the day, and you aren't that tired
- "I'd like to go with you. The quicker I find out about you, the better I can serve you."
- > She nods her head
- > "An admirable notion. Come then, I have much to show you."
- > Celestia shows you around the palace, to the four separate kitchens, three of which are solely dedicated to cake production
- > Then there are the introductions to the various heads of staff, and so on
- > The entire time, you trailed a hand up and down her back, taking careful note of the spots when she tensed, shivered, and/or her wings stiffened
- > With increasing hesitancy, she leads you to he personal quarters
- > "The only thing that you must do, is accompany me during negotiations with the Seething Empire. It is my hope that the presence of a human may help them see... reason. At the very least, that damn dragonette might stop hitting on the butlers."
- "Sounds reasonable. I'll count on you if she starts breathing fire, though."
- > The princess nods absently, chewing on her lip
- > After a moment of silence, she speaks
- > "I understand you were in Ironing Board's harem. Did you..."
- > Celestia averts her eyes
- > "dislike the duties of the bedchamber?"
- > You cup her cheek, drawing her gaze
- "I have always liked making girls happy. Especially the cute noises you all make when I touch you just right."
- > Her cheek heats up suddenly, reddening
- > Her eyes search yours for any trace of falsehood, and for something else
- > "Then, I will accept your service, though I fear I am far too old to truly be considered cute."
- > You cup her other cheek, and pull her in for a slow, but chaste kiss on the lips
- > Her eyes go wide, and her wings rise to half mast
- > You grin
- "Do not discount yourself so, Princess. I am going to find every little cute thing that you do and kiss you for it."
- > Celestia's mouth parts in surprise as she struggles for words
- > You cannot resist the sight, and eagerly seal her mouth with yours, your tongue probing the depths
- > She tastes sweet on your tongue, with a subtle hint of the rich creaminess of cheesecake
- > Celestia flaps her suddenly erect wings in alarm, inhaling deeply through her nose
- > She begins to lean back, but then slowly leans into the kiss, her tongue timidly meeting yours
- > You run a hand through her mane and she responds with a contented hum
- > At last, you break the kiss
- > She looks blankly at you, dazed and flustered
- > "I think I can be persuaded with such a method."
- > You laugh and give her a peck on the nose
- > You get the sense that Celestia is rather like one of your old owners, a nice middle-aged silk-weaver
- > She had liked to dress you up in all sorts of clothes, or chat while she wove
- > Soft Touch always seemed slightly ashamed of her body, from her modest rack to a slight pudginess around the belly, to her relatively short height
- > She insisted on separate beds, even though there was little enough room in the loft above the working area
- > You got the sense that what she really wanted was a husband, but she lacked he confidence to court one herself
- > You spent a happy year with her, waking her up with kisses, working together to make he dyes and threads that made up her craft
- > At night you would do your best to make her forget her worries, her insecurities, and her loneliness
- > Sometimes, when you drove her to orgasm, as Soft Touch cried out in ecstacy, you would see tears fall from her eyes, even after the last spasms ceased
- > Those were the nights when you cradled her gently in your arms, and sang her to sleep
- > You remember the day she sold you, to one of her friends in court
- > "I'm already going soft, dear Anonymous. Any more of you, and my teats would break my back entirely. I hope you find a better woman, you deserve it."
- > You hugged her tightly
- "You better find a great husband while I'm gone. You should try Long Haul, the widower. He asked me about you just the other day."
- > Soft Touch scoffed
- > "Not you too! I'm sure he was just being friendly like he always is."
- > You tapped out of the embrace and set your hands on her shoulders
- "He asked about your bust size."
- > She blushed slightly
- > "And?"
- "He placed an order for a tuxedo."
- > "Oh. Oh my."
- > Her face reddened more, and she fixed you with a fond gaze
- > "What will I do without my lucky charm, though?"
- > You waggled your eyebrows suggestively
- "I imagine you'll get lucky in some other way."
- > Soft Touch shakes her head, suppressed laughter jiggling her chest in amazing ways
- > "Oh, you. Now get going, I have a widower to comfort."
- > You gave her a salute and strode off
- "Good Luck!"
- > You called over your shoulder
- > She waved with a grin
- "You too."
- > After the first three months as Royal Attendant, you had more or less gotten the hang of things
- > The signs of cake withdrawal
- > Your place in the hierarchy of servantry (below the heads of staff, above the cleaning crew, and diagonal from the guards)
- > When Celestia just wanted cuddles
- > When she wanted to play with the many toys she has accumulated over the centuries
- > How to reduce her to a shuddering mass of pleasure in ten minutes
- > How to keep her gasping and twitching for hours on end
- > Just how far Luna is allowed to go with you (groping free-for-all)
- > Which cakes made Celestia's juices taste the best
- > The names of her favorite bedtime stories
- > And so on
- > You're making progress, she accepts being called "cute" at face value three times out of five
- > She's also begining to confide in you, talking about her worries as a ruler and as a mentor
- > Celestia actually asks for your advice on Minotaur matters, which is rather flattering
- > All throughout, though, there is a distance
- > She never initiates shows of affection
- > You had to coax her for an hour before she believed it was okay to suck your dick
- > Even then, she was very shy and hesitant, with curtains drawn and wards set up
- > It still felt amazing
- > She has yet to try again, even though you were very vocal in your appreciation while it was happening
- > You like her a lot so far, but it's a little frustrating
- > There's something deeper as well
- > Every time you were sold, it felt weird
- > Aside from the whole being a slave thing, it always felt like you were being... used
- > Like a sextoy that they got bored with
- > While that was almost literally the case for about half of your owners, there was the others like Ironing Board or Soft Touch that made you feel a little like you belonged
- > Those partings always stung, some more than others
- > You sigh
- > Some of these nights get you like this
- > "Anonymous? Are you alright?"
- > Celestia stands hesitant in the doorway, a stack of scrolls floating away to a nearby desktop
- > You straighten up, putting on a smile
- "Fine, just a little tired. I can only imagine how tired you must be."
- > She doesn't look reassured
- > She approaches slowly, her golden regalia cast off with the ease of long practice
- > Celestia gazes at you in concern, sitting before you
- > "If you can't do this anymore, if you want to quit, you don't have t-"
- > Quit?
- > And be alone again?
- > Just when you were starting to feel a home?
- "No!"
- > She reels back at the intensity of your outburst
- > Your hands clench at the sheets, tears gathering in your eyes
- "No. Don't throw me away. Don't leave me."
- > Celestia blinks
- > "Oh."
- > She draws you into an embrace, her forelegs encircling you, her wings wrapping you in warmth and softness
- > She rocks you gently in her arms, her own tears falling upon your cheek and shoulder
- > "I will never leave you, Anonymous. I will never throw you away. You are precious to me, far more precious than I could have imagined."
- > You weep, burying your face in her soft fur
- > You have never felt so safe, so secure
- > Softly, so softly that you almost cannot hear it, she whispers
- > "You are mine. And I..."
- > You look up at her, gazing into those wise, luminous eyes
- > "I am yours."
- > Your lean forward, lips meeting lips in a question
- > Celestia kisses you back, once upon the lips, then again and again as she kisses your tears away
- > Incandescent joy bubbles up in your chest
- > You stroke her long neck, a steady rhythm to which you match your increasingly passionate kissing
- > She presses forward, pushing you down onto the bed with her considerable strength
- > Where your previous owners have done the same from time to time, this was different
- > Her weight upon you was not the weight of lust or pride, but the reassuring weight of safety, of comfort
- > Your senses are filled, overfilled with this magnificent horse
- > Silky fur atop firm muscles and yielding flesh
- > Sensual humming reverberating in your ears
- > Her delectable mouth filling you with her taste, and a deep heat
- > You can feel your erection strain at your pants, a surging need begging for an outlet
- > You groan, working desperately to unfasten your pants, tugging them down the crucial span
- > Celestia gasps as she feels your feverishly hot length press against her belly
- > She looks down at you with wondering eyes
- > "Anonymous, is this truly what you want?"
- > You lay panting beneath her, mind blazing with desire, with love, with compassion
- "This is where I belong. With you."
- > You free your manhood from under her, and guide it to the glistening slit of the god-princess you have come to love
- "Will you accept me?"
- > She pushes herself up, and for a moment, your heart sinks
- > Then Celestia impales herself upon you, letting out a long, low moan
- > You hiss, the flash of pleasure scrambling your ability to speak
- > The mare buckles, trembling as she lays back down on you
- > This time, the weight is different
- > She presses down, sharing her heat, melting the difference between the to of you
- > Her hips move with agonizing slowness, an insistent, glacial rhythm that leaves you gasping, toes curling, hands desperately clutching at anything they can grasp
- > Celestia kisses and nips at your neck, almost babbling her praise
- > You shudder and writhe under her, whispering her name over and over and over
- > Your hand finds her horn and stroke it vigorously
- > She keens, pounding your dick into her at a feverish pace, all control lost
- > Your sweat soaks the sheets, the musky smell of sex ripe in the air
- > In your haste, the nail of your thumb catches on one of the ridges of her horn, then flicks free, the vibration simulating the sensitive nerves inside almost unbearably
- > Celestia spasms, groaning out your name, crushing your pelvis beneath hers, grinding and clenching around your manhood
- > You thrust into her, crying out in wordless ecstacy as you come again and again
- > Her walls milk you for what feels like an eternity of heaven, your member desperately pumping her full of seed
- > The two of you simply lay there, content to be connected, basking in pleasure and each other's warmth
- > Another wonderful eternity slips by, and Celestia begins licking your cheek
- > The rhythm and the technique reminds out of nothing so much as a cat grooming itself
- > You patiently wait for an explanation but she just carries on
- "Why are you licking me? Not that I'm complaining."
- > Celestia stops and beams at you
- > "You taste like salt. It's quite delicious."
- > You chuckle, and pat her neck tiredly
- "I guess I would at that. Just don't bite. Too much."
- > She giggles, and sets back to work
- > The wedding came a handful of months later, as it was a state occasion and needed a great deal of preparation
- > There was the usual nobility, the elements of harmony, foreign dignitaries and so on, but you had you eye out for other guests
- > In the reception, you dragged your poor, socializing wife away from some bureaucrat or another, and lead her to a certain flat-chested 'tauress
- > Ironing Board grinned as Celestia and you approached
- > "Finally decided to settle down, I can understand. But with a scrawny little higger? You have strange tastes, Sunbum."
- > Celestia looks smug
- > "There is nothing scrawny about him, I assure you. Besides, you're one to talk, Miss A-cup Angus Queef."
- > Ironing Board chuckles
- > "Fair enough, fair enough. Anonymous, the boys miss you, how about we all go on a double date sometime?"
- > You smile fondly
- "It'd be nice to see them all again, but it will have to be later."
- > "Oh?"
- > You nudge Celestia with your elbow
- "Little Miss Princess cleared a full week out of her schedule, and I intend to use every minute of it."
- > Ironing Board claps the now blushing Celestia on the wither
- > "You're a lucky mare. If only I had... well, I won't take any more of your time together. Farewell, and fuck well."
- > Celestia snorts
- > "And good riddance to you."
- > Ironing Board just chuckles and pushes through the crowd
- > Your wife leads you to the Elements of Harmony, and you promptly slip into a daze as their small talk goes on and on
- > You do notice a certain couple waiting patiently a stone's throw away
- > You wait for the elements' conversation to hit a pause before you whisper in Celestia's ear
- "I have some old friends to see, want to come? They're a bit nicer than the other one."
- > She follows your gaze, but she isn't the only one
- > Rarity gasps
- > "Is that Soft Touch, of Silk Standing?"
- > You raise your eyebrows
- > It seems Soft's letters rather understated her success
- "Would you like to be introduced?"
- > "Would I? I'd be delighted, darling!"
- > Soft Touch and Long Haul meet your group of three halfway, and pleasantries are exchanged
- "Soft, it sounds like you found a better good luck charm."
- > She smiles, and wraps an arm around Long Haul's waist
- > "I have lived a rather charmed life, haven't I? Long has been a great and lovely support for me, and his caravan contacts are certainly a bonus."
- > Long Haul kisses her cheek
- > "I'd say I'm the lucky one, to have found such a sensitive and kind tauress."
- > Celestia sighs happily, pulling you into a one wing hug
- > Meanwhile Rarity glances about, somewhat uncomfortable to be the odd one out
- > You take some pity on her
- "Soft, have you heard of Carrousel Boutique?"
- > The tauress tilts her head
- > "Of course, the maker of the Princess Cadance' wedding dress, as well as those of the Elements of Harmony. Is the proprietor attending as well?"
- > Rarity clears her throat nervously
- > "That would be, ah, me."
- > Soft Touch gazes in surprise
- > "I had thought you were part of the court, wearing that finery. But no, this is an original, isn't it? I have always admired your sense of proportions, would you be interested in creating a minotaur line of clothing? I could offer a discount, and locations to..."
- > The party went on in the like manner for a while longer, during which the two of you quietly excused yourselves
- > Under the cool, starry sky, Celestia shines with an inner radiance that was not there when you met her so many months ago
- > She nuzzles your neck with a playful smile on her lips
- > "What are you thinking about, Love?"
- > You lean against her, basking in her comforting heat
- "You just keep getting more beautiful every time I see you."
- > She hums happily, wrapping a wing around you
- > "I guess I'll keep you then. I want to see what you see when we are both old."
- > You stroke her mane
- "Me too."
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