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- > 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.
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