>"Anonymous, I... I don't know what to say for giving me this opportunity."
"It's fine, really."
>Celestia bowed before you, looking up to gaze at the erection standing tall between your legs. 
>Her mouth watered.
>"Are you sure I can...?"
>You nodded, laughing. You weren't sure why this was such a big deal to her.
>She took a few more moments to just gaze at your member, her breathing growing heaver and heavier.
>"To think... I've been allowed the chance to be in the presence of... Anonymous, why are humans so perfect?"
"Excuse me?"
>"The things you can do to a mare. The way you can pleasure me by even presenting yourself like this. I'm in awe."
>Shuddering, nervous and excited, the princess took your cock into her mouth, immediately warm and wet; her tongue encircled the tip before slowly feeling its way along your shaft.
>"Mmph."
>Her head rocked backwards and forwards, taking your length slowly in and out, applying a sheen of saliva to your dick.
>She pulled away for a moment.
>"You're sure, Anon? I wouldn't want to... damage it."
>She continued to stare at it as if were a priceless artefact.
>"I wouldn't want to sully it with my imperfect mouth. Devalue it with my imperfect spit. Ruin it with my... inadequate pussy."
>The pussy in question slobbered and let a few droplets of her juices patter against the floor. She moaned, feeling that aching desperation, and then got back to swallowing your cock.
>Left eye squinting as she took it further and further down her throat; you could feel the back of her mouth closing and tightening as she slurped and then slowly spat it back out, your head resting on her dampened tongue.
>"Can I... I want to know how it would feel inside me, Anonymous."
>Celestia turned, slowly and humbly, and raised her rump up towards you; presenting her winking, sopping marecunt for your approval or denial.
>"Please..."
>She begged, every ounce of dignity she may have had had been washed away in your presence.
>You simply nodded, though this simple nod felt like it held as much weight as a huge political decision.
>She backed up, her marehood winking and squirting; moistening in preparation and dribbling uncontrollably.
>You felt the warm, comfortable tightness of her pussy around your cock as it slid in effortlessly, a wet, hot, yielding texture that shrouded it from every side.
>Celestia let out a cry of intense pleasure as she allowed your member to probe her deeper.
>Her walls contracted and squirmed around you, pulling you in.
>She erupted with a raspy, feminine grunt, taken over by pleasure, she slammed her hips back into yours harder and faster.
>"D-Don't worry, Anonymous, you don't have to empty your seed into my... ugh... worthless womb. It's far too precious."
>She continued to lift herself on and off of your cock - she wouldn't want you to have to exert any effort.
>"May I... taste... your seed, Anonymous? I've dreamt about how human ejaculate might taste."
>Once again you just nodded, and she took this cue to pull herself off you with a wet pop, and turn back around, leaning in to lick up and down your shaft, now coated in a film of her spit and cum.
>Her tongue worked along its length, pressing into the softer underside as she quivered and moaned.
>"Please... I want to taste your ambrosia, master. God."
>Her lips pressed against the tip with a gentle, loving gesture that showed her desperation. 
>You were closer and closer to climax, and every little lick or kiss that she planted over your dick brought you nearer, until...
>She was taken by surprise as the shower of thick, plentiful semen splattered over her face.
>She quickly positioned her open mouth so you sprayed some onto her tongue, her face painted glistening white.
>"Y-Yes!!"
>With a trembling moan she came herself, an audible splatter onto the floor, and sunk onto her back.