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It's a Mare's World (RGRE)

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 20th December 2020 06:47:21 PM
Anon Celestia Smut Clop

  1. > Day waiter in Equestria
  2. > The restaurant you work at is pretty average, a step or two above what is essentially pony-subway.
  3. > Since you were hired, there have been some changes to the clientele.
  4. > A lot more unicorns, and mayonnaise has become a heavily requested topping.
  5. > As you bring yet another sandwich to a table, you do your best to ignore all the attention you are getting.
  6. > Did you mention the unicorns?
  7. > Because the main thing you are ignoring is at least five different magical touches stroking your dick, inside your pants.
  8. > Lyra accepts the sub with a shy thank you, and the touch that feels like velvet falters in its light attention.
  9. > In such a manner, you have narrowed down who is doing what.
  10. > For instance, the touch that is cupping your sack is Rarity. She winks at you, and extends a long hindleg to the side.
  11. > You don't quite roll your eyes; she tips well, and has helped you quite a bit with clothes.
  12. > The next sandwich goes to Twilight, who is nearly hiding in the corner.
  13. > You set it before her, and she says,
  14. > "An- uh, I mean waiter?"
  15. "Yes?"
  16. > It feels like a tongue licking your shaft, such that you almost feel the damp warmth of the thing.
  17. > She glances down at the plate.
  18. > "Do you like it? Working here?"
  19. > You smile, and pat her shoulder.
  20. "All things considered, it's a good fit."
  21. > The sub lifts, held by her magic.
  22. > "I'm glad. I should let you get back to work, then."
  23. > She glances at you out of the corner of her eye as she slowly pushes the sub into her mouth, mayonnaise leaking out as she bites down.
  24. > You give her a friendly nod and move on.
  25. > As you pass Vinyl's table, you feel a slight probe at your rear entrance.
  26. > You almost stumble, and she smirks behind a hoof.
  27. > You glare at her.
  28. "How'd you like that if I did it to you?"
  29. > If anything, her smirk gets broader.
  30. > "Is that a promise?"
  31. > Reaching out, you flick her horn.
  32. > She winces; it is a sensitive thing on ponies, and her smile turns rueful.
  33. > "That was a low blow, Anon. You'll never get a mare if you handle a compliment like that!"
  34. "I prefer mares who like to be penetrated, not the other way around."
  35. > The DJ grins.
  36. "You might like it."
  37. > You shake your head and walk away.
  38. > At a lighter prodding at the same spot, you promise death with your eyes.
  39. > She holds up her hooves in surrender, and you let it go.
  40. > There is only one touch you haven't identified, but by the size of the simulated hoof kneading your buttcheeks, the suspect list is pretty small.
  41. > Returning to the kitchen, you nod at the stallion preparing the next sandwich.
  42. > He's a pretty chill boss, and takes good care of you.
  43. > "If they cross the line, just let me know alright? I know how intimidating it can be, being surrounded by slobbering mares."
  44. "Thanks, Home Slice. I don't mind it too much, but I do feel better knowing you've got my back."
  45. > He gives you a warm smile, the returns to chopping vegetables.
  46. > As you pass by the spice closet, a strong scent of vanilla wafts from beneath the door.
  47. > Guess the extract bottle fell and broke.
  48. "Hey, looks like we'll have to get some more vanilla. Do we have a mop?"
  49. > Home Slice gestures to a corner by the sinks, the bucket already half-full of soapy water.
  50. "Thanks."
  51. > You open the closet door and
  52. > Sweet Celestia, you found the booty molester.
  53. > Which is to say, you find sweet Celestia, leaning against the shelves, a hoof between her nethers, and her horn glowing faintly.
  54. > Her breathing is shallow, and her eyes are clenched shut, and you have no idea what to do in this situation.
  55.  
  56. > Your professional reflexes take over.
  57. "Welcome to the Sub Mission Diner. May I take your order?"
  58. > Her eyes snap open, and her cheeks gradually redden as she removes her hoof slowly.
  59. > She glances down at her glistening hoof, and you feel the grasp on your butt fall away.
  60. > "I- I apologize, Anon. You are supposed to be safe here, but I-"
  61. > You interrupt her.
  62. "It's fine, really. Would you like a sandwich?"
  63. > She looks at you, confusion clouding her face.
  64. > It's kinda cute.
  65. > "You... don't mind?"
  66. > The feeling of a large hoof gently comes to rest against your rear.
  67. > You smile.
  68. "Just stay out of the butthole, and it's fine. So how about that sandwich?"
  69. > Celestia smiles hesitantly.
  70. > "In that case, I would like a Romaine Black Bean on asiago bread."
  71. "And how much mayonnaise would you like on that?"
  72. > "How much? I don't think mayonnaise is the right topping for that at all!"
  73. > Come to think of it, it's not part of the original build.
  74. "Oh yeah, sorry. It's just a habit from the mares always asking for it."
  75. > She nods in understanding.
  76. > "Who wouldn't want your mayo in their sandwich?"
  77. > The fun thing about innuendo, is that you can take it half-way, and it's still innuendo.
  78. "So you would like it, if I jizzed on your sandwich?"
  79. > And the blush is back in full force.
  80. > "I-if you want to?"
  81. "Sure, I'll be back in a moment with your order."
  82. > Home Slice is pretty quick; less than five minutes later, you return with the sandwich open on the plate.
  83. > The princess gives you a questioning look.
  84. "Thought I'd give you a dinner and a show."
  85. > With that, you unzip your pants and pull out your cock.
  86. > Celestia's face is now beet red, and she is mesmerized by the swing of your sausage.
  87. > Then she notices the several magic auras molesting you, and frowns.
  88. > "That is truly ungentlemarely. Let me help you with that."
  89. > It feels like your dick is plunged into liquid sunlight, and all the other sensations fall away.
  90. > You actually moan a little; it feels amazing.
  91. > Celestia's eyes widen.
  92. > "I apologize, I didn't mean to-"
  93. > You start thrusting into the golden aura around your manhood, retaining just enough sense to aim at the sandwich.
  94. > The princess stops, forgetting her words entirely.
  95. > The sleeve of sunlight starts stroking you, acquiring enough firmness to feel like a mouth, or maybe a certain marehood.
  96. > It feels like you are having sweet, sweet consensual sex with the sun, perhaps for procreative purposes.
  97. > Celestia licks her lips, a wet spot spreading from where she is sitting.
  98. > As you approach the climax, you add your hand to the mix, both to aim and to stimulate.
  99. > Your breath hitches as she squeezes your cock, and you let your seed fly, splattering on the sandwich and the plate.
  100. > You jerk out a few more ropes, and shakily wipe off your dick on the bread of the sub.
  101. > You close the sandwich, and offer it to her.
  102. "Boner app├ętit, Princess."
  103. > She smiles at the wordplay, and takes a bite.
  104. > Celestia hums in enjoyment as she chews.
  105. > She swallows, and says,
  106. > "Thank you, Anon. It adds just the right touch."
  107. "You are quite welcome, it was my pleasure."
  108. > You stick around; no customers come in, so you end up watching the entire foot long sub slowly make its way past her dainty lips and down her elegant throat.
  109. > Even returned to the confines of your pants, your dick twitches every time she swallows.
  110. > Crumbs still on her lips, she lowers her head and licks the plate, maintaining eye contact while she laps at your cum.
  111. > You are now diamonds.
  112. > She levitates the plate to you, and you reluctantly return to the main kitchen and ring up the sandwich.
  113. > As you hand her the bill on a small tray, you lean in extra close and whisper in her ear,
  114. "I get off at 5, if you are interested."
  115. > She shudders, a hot breath grazing your shoulder.
  116. > "I am. Oh, but how I am."
  117. > You collect the bits, and saunter off, swaying your hips for the fun of it.
  118. > You are rewarded with a firm squeeze, and you return to your normal duties, happily anticipating the evening.
  119. > Fin.

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