Celestia's snusnu


                                            >be you, Anon McAnonson

                                            >you were accidentally teleported across time and space and ended up in Equestria

                                            >you've been here for a few months now and made some good friends

                                            >chief among them is Princess Celestia herself, who loved your casual behavior and took to having you around just to piss off the nobility

                                            >one day, "Celly" calls you into her chambers

                                            >she tells you about the birds and the bees

                                            >you tell her you know this shit already. You dumb?

                                            >she laughs at her flippant attitude and skips to the point

                                            >her estrus is coming up and she wants to fuck

                                            >however, she makes a point of informing you that in the heat of... heat... she loses all self-control

                                            >while she promises you the best fuck of your life, she can't guarantee your safety

                                            >after all, The Royal Plot has broken the pelvises of lesser stallions

                                            >it's even killed a few

                                            >she considers this a point of pride, but wanted you to have all the facts

                                            >what do you do?

                                            >do you accept the risks, or do you turn dat ass down?

                                            > Think to self in contemplation

                                            > "Anon it's fine if you do-"

                                            > Push finger tip to Sun gods mouth, "shushshshshshshsh".

                                            > Place hand on other side of face

                                            > "No time for words my sweet"

                                            > Double back flip away and sprint down hallway

                                            > Running faster then rarity from cheto incrusted filly fiddlers fingers

                                            > Find royal smith

                                            > "Oh hey there anonh what can I d-UghF!"

                                            > Knocked out smith with fist

                                            > Begin construction

                                            > Spend hours hammering away at steel and bronze metals

                                            > The smith wakes up several times

                                            > Ask him a question regarding metal works

                                            > Knock him out with hammer again and continue hammering.

                                            > Power of Thor flowing through your vaines as the shape of your tool begins to take shape.

                                            > Finally spend the next hour fitting it and polishing the golden imbued codpiece of fantastic designee.

                                            > Holding it aloft, you inspect it, Finding it worthy of a single word of praise

                                            > "Grovy".

                                            > Spring back to celestial in the middle of meeting with foreign leaders.

                                            > Take off cloths mid stride into the royal meeting room

                                            > Slide onto the table and use royal spaghetti to grease self into the cod piece. Standing in front of celsita as a single beam of light hits your jowl incrusted junk protector anti bashing ball protector.

                                            > Shock and all as all around look at the strange harry naked thing with a huge metal cock shining in the light

                                            > "Hail to the king baby."