> 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.