Anon Celestia and lab mare (futa)


                                            > Day Special Containment Prisoner

                                            > Turns out, Equestria is something of a dimensional hotspot.

                                            > The pony homeworld is a long abandoned rock, sorta like how Mars was briefly hospitable, before everything cooled down.

                                            > The heartswarming pageant is as close as they get to stories of that place.

                                            > They are lucky they stumbled plot-backwards through a handy dimensional rift, given their low tech level.

                                            > Point is, by the time you and your little house Dorothyed from the upper atmosphere, ponykind has gotten pretty good at catching and dealing with dimensional travelers.

                                            > They even caught your house, so you can live in semi-normalcy during your containment period.

                                            > During this time, you have been on the receiving end of a barrage of tests to measure your magical capabilities, and nearly as many tests making sure you are not a shapeshifter.

                                            > Chrysalis messed them over pretty good, you gather.

                                            > It's not all bad, some of the researchers are pretty cute, and you get semi-regular visits from Celestia.

                                            > That's the other thing. It may be a while before you enter the general populace.

                                            > You are designated as an oracular anomaly, by virtue of showing up right before the events you know as "Ticket Master".

                                            > Celestia only sending two tickets? That's your fault.

                                            > She didn't want to cause a paradox, and she did like the episode's outcome.

                                            > Of course, most researchers are unaware of your show knowledge, and Celestia has sworn you to secrecy.

                                            > As a sunfag, you actually take that seriously.

                                            > So, right now, one of the scientists you've had your eye on is poking you with with a magic stick that activates pleasure receptors.

                                            > You've been fairly appreciative, and the blue mare is starting to lose her scientific indifference.

                                            "Oh, oh yes, that's good."

                                            > Proper Procedure withdraws the stick from poking your waistline, setting it back in its case.

                                            > "I-I think that will be all, for today. Thank you for your, ah, cooperation."

                                            > She absentmindedly brushes back her chin-length white mane, which reminds you pleasantly of Scully.

                                            "You're welcome. Any time you want to run this test again, I'm up for it."

                                            > She glances at your pants, and replies.

                                            > "I can see that. I MEAN I see, I'll, uh, keep that in mind."

                                            > As she leaves, you can't help but stare.

                                            > She had cut her tail short, as a practical measure against accidents in the lab.

                                            > As such, there wasn't much that you couldn't see, when she turned around.

                                            > You're pretty sure the research administrators had noted your unusually docile behavior, and had made her the primary performer of your tests.

                                            > Fine by you.

                                            > Proper Procedure pauses on her way out, as the door opens from the other side.

                                            > "P-princess Celestia!"

                                            > Proper bows, and Celestia enters your containment chamber.

                                            > "Hello, Doctor. I trust the examination went well?"

                                            > Proper glances at you, color rising in her cheeks.

                                            > "Yes, I was able to gather all sorts of data."

                                            > Celestia smiles.

                                            > "Glad to hear it. But I've kept you long enough, go ahead and give the team my regards."

                                            > Proper bows again, and scurries off.

                                            > Dat rump.

                                            > You turn your attention to Celestia, only to find that she is also staring after the young researcher.

                                            > Interesting.

                                            "Don't you just admire her pragmatic fashion?"

                                            > Celestia turns to you, a little embarrassed.

                                            > "It does her credit, to take her job so seriously. Enough of that, there is something I'd like to ask you about."

                                            "Ask away, it's not like I have much else to do."

                                            > "Very well. From our past conversations, I have gathered that the word clop means something different to you than the sound of hoof-falls on hard surfaces."

                                            > Oh yes, this is going to be fun.

                                            "You know how I said I was one of many fans of the show?"

                                            > "Oh yes, faggots, correct?"

                                            > So you were a little creative with what you've told her.

                                            "Yes. Anyways, among the faggots, someone had the idea that when a pony masturbates, her hoof makes a clopping sound against her genitals."

                                            > And there it is, the Royal Canterlot Blush.

                                            > "Surely even they knew that is not the case..."

                                            "Of course, but it was funny, and caught on as a general term for pornographic pony material."

                                            > Princess Celestial fixes you with her most regal gaze.

                                            > "I insist upon seeing this clop material. If you wish to live with my little ponies, I must know how you view them sexually."

                                            > Sounds like shaky reasoning, but who are you to deny the princess access to porn?

                                            "As you command. Let us go to the computer."

                                            > You had been so happy when the scientists worked out what voltage your devices needed.

                                            > Even now, you get a small amount of satisfaction flipping the light switches.

                                            > You sit down in your computer chair, and shake the mouse.

                                            > The screensaver goes away, and you navigate to your carefully hidden clop folder.

                                            > Celestia eyes are intently focused on the screen, and you suspect she's memorizing the folder path.

                                            > You reach your destination.

                                            "So, who do you want to see? The mane six, yourself, Luna, other ponies, or dragons?"

                                            > Her eyes go wide at the implications.

                                            > "My-myself?"

                                            > You open your Celestia folder, scrolling through the thumbnails.

                                            > She puts a hoof on your hand, stopping you.

                                            > "How did they know? It's not in any of the episodes."

                                            > What?

                                            "How did they know about what?"

                                            > She points to a picture of-

                                            > You look down at her crotch.

                                            "I'm not seeing any horsedick right now."

                                            > She takes her hoof off your hand.

                                            > "O-open one of the other folders. Applejack, would be good."

                                            > Okay.

                                            > A few clicks later, both of you are staring at some choice flank.

                                            > Remembering what this was for, you glance down at her crotch again.

                                            > Well what do you know, there it is.

                                            "Looks like we are similar in how we sexualize ponies."

                                            > Celestia nods absently, mesmerized by all the appul plot.

                                            > You wait, but she's still looking at your porn. You're not even scrolling anymore.

                                            > You let your hand casually fall from the mouse.

                                            > She doesn't notice.

                                            > You lean down and brush the side of her cock with your hand.

                                            > She jumps back in shock.

                                            > "Anonymous! What do you think you are doing?"

                                            "Thought you might like a friendly handjob."

                                            > She shakes her head.

                                            > "You are my friend, true, but..."

                                            "Yes?"

                                            > "I am only interested in mares."

                                            > Can't blame her.

                                            "Should we call Proper Procedure in, then?"

                                            > Celestia shakes her head again.

                                            > "I would not abuse my authority that way."

                                            > Then the intercom comes on.

                                            > "I wouldn't mind, Princess."

                                            > Oh yeah, you are under constant surveillance.

                                            > Celestia is frozen in indecision.

                                            "That sounds great, Proper. Mind if I watch?"

                                            > "... You can do more than that, if you want."

                                            > Best day ever.


                                            > Proper enters your house hesitantly, taking off her lab coat.

                                            > You wave at her from the top of the stairs.

                                            "We'll be in the bedroom."

                                            > You return to find Celestia pacing nervously.

                                            "You okay?"

                                            > She stops.

                                            > "I've never done this before."

                                            > What.

                                            "Not in a thousand years?"

                                            > She sits down, and closes her eyes.

                                            > "My... endowment is not well known, and I dare not ask this of any pony, who would feel pressured by my authority."

                                            > You smile.

                                            "Today's your lucky day."

                                            > Proper pokes her nose past the door.

                                            > "Can I come in?"

                                            "Absolutely."

                                            > She enters, and you are stuck by how once she isn't wearing a lab coat, she seems even more naked, despite nothing private having been covered up.

                                            > She presents her backside to Celestia.

                                            > "Enjoy, your majesty."

                                            > Celestia looks at you with a panicked expression.

                                            > She whispers,

                                            > "Help me."

                                            > Wow, okay.

                                            > You lead Celestia to stand over Proper.

                                            > The Princess is trembling.

                                            > You grab her cock, eliciting a quiet "Ah!"

                                            > You guide it to Proper's waiting pussy, inserting the tip.

                                            > The two ponies moan.

                                            > You then push down on Celestia's ass, helping her thrust.

                                            > She soon gets the idea, and the two mares are panting pretty heavily.

                                            > You disrobe, and walk to Proper's face.

                                            > Her eyes are rolled back in pleasure, and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth.

                                            > You look up to see Celestia in much the same condition.

                                            > That's nice, but you want more.

                                            > You put your dick in Proper's mouth.

                                            > At once, she focuses on you, and starts sucking and bobbing, putting that tongue to good use.

                                            > You groan, only to be answered by Celestia's hot breath on your face.

                                            > Your faces are actually pretty close...

                                            > You pull her head down and kiss her lips.

                                            > Her eyes widen, and she pauses in mid-thrust.

                                            > "Anonymous? I-"

                                            > Proper groans around your dick, clearly impatient at the pause in fucking.

                                            > Celestia resumes thrusting, and looks at you with surrender in her eyes.

                                            > "Do as you will."

                                            > You kiss her again, pressing your tongue against her tightly sealed lips.

                                            > Meanwhile, Proper has been growing more vocal, sometimes even releasing your dick altogether to let out a loud cry, then sucking at it again with renewed fervor.

                                            > Your tongue breaks the seal, and you taste Celestia's sweet mouth, battling her tongue for dominance.

                                            > You feel Proper pushed against you as Celestia's thrusts become more vigorous.

                                            > Celestia breaks free, crying out as she seizes Proper's hips and thrusts one last time.

                                            > The young scientist croons around your cock as she is pumped full of royal cum.

                                            > The mares slowly sink to the floor, exhausted.

                                            > Which leaves you rather uncomfortably high and dry, metaphorically speaking.

                                            > Proper Procedure is slumped forward, her rump in the air and her pussy still leaking semen.

                                            > Celestia is on lying on her back, cock dripping a little onto her stomach.

                                            > It's a tough choice, but now may be the only time you could get away with it.

                                            > You kneel before Celestia's rump and wipe up some of her cum with your fingers.

                                            > No reaction.

                                            > You then poke a cum-coated finger up her anus.

                                            > "Wha-"

                                            > You remove the finger, then lift up her hips and press your saliva-covered dick to her rear entrance.

                                            > Celestia's eyes go wide.

                                            > You gently press inward, and her tight ass accepts your head grudgingly.

                                            > Her eyes roll back, and she moans long and loud.

                                            > Encourages, you insert another inch of shaft.

                                            > Her anus clenches around you, and a small spurt of cum falls from her still-erect cock.

                                            > You pull back an inch, then thrust deeper.

                                            > "Oh, oh my."

                                            > You lift her hips up a little higher and thrust even deeper, the cum on her stomach dripping down her chest.

                                            > You get into a rhythm, hilting on every other thrust.

                                            > Celestia's moans come more often, and her cock contributes more to the stream that is slowly making its way to her chin.

                                            > You feel a set of hooves hook onto your shoulders from behind, as Proper rubs herself up against you.

                                            > Celestia roughly jerks her own dick between her hooves, her head thrown back.

                                            > You keep thrusting, grunting at the exertion.

                                            > You hear a soft cry as Proper climaxes, her pussy juices dripping down your leg.

                                            > Celestia looks up at the sound, and what she sees sends her over the edge.

                                            > Cum fires from her cock, hitting her directly on the face, and into her panting mouth.

                                            > You might have held out a little longer, but then Celestia swallowed her own semen.

                                            > You let loose, shooting your jizz deep into her ass.

                                            > You set her hips down, and Proper Procedure dismounts.

                                            > She then walks over and lays down on Celestia's cum spattered torso, closing her eyes in contentment.

                                            > You eyes are drawn to her pussy, still wonderfully on display, with her legs splayed across Celestia.

                                            > Some hardness returns to your boner, and you lay down on top of the research mare.

                                            > You slowly insert your dick in the cum-filled vagina, and stir those juices around as the three of you fall asleep.


                                            > In time, you are classified as safe, and would be free to live in pony society, if it wasn't for your knowledge of the future.

                                            > Until such a time as you are not a walking spoiler, you have regular visits from the mares who watch over you in containment.