Poke Celestia's sensitive areas to draw her...
Ultimate Human in Equestria Story
Chapter 25
You sighed. Eventually, she's going to remember you're here, and you don't want to find out how angry she can get if she discovers you're gone, especially now that you know how powerful she can be. There was a time and a place to pick your battles, and this wasn't one of them. So, with a heavy heart, you mournfully cocked back your fist and struck into the intimate flesh, despite knowing full well what the consequences will be.
As soon as your fist connected with soft tissue you instantly felt a shift in movement. and could distantly hear the distinct sound of metal clatter on a wooden table. "Oh!"
Moments later the skies of your musky damp prison opened up in a narrow strip of light, and just through the beams of almost blinding light, you could just make out the shadows of two enormous fingers holding open the chasm.
The same magical aura you had seen last night now formed a bubble around you, and as you left the ground behind your feet kicked helplessly. You were forced to shade your eyes from the oncoming glare as you quickly transitioned from the dark dank cave of Celestia’s panties and back into the outside world.
Upon exiting your nose was treated to the smell of something good. Something fried, and also the sweet scent of berries. It was a nice reprieve from the heady, all-encompassing stench of Celestia's natural musk.
As you were lifted, the cliffs of Celestia’s massive mammaries jutted into open space so far out that you couldn’t even see her face from where you hung. Deep shadows pooled in the space beneath, and shrouded her midsection in darkness. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, you were dragged between the cleft of her cleavage and became an unwilling witness to the plump curvature of her breasts.
Once you finally reached the apex of your ascent the bemused face of the princess filled your vision, and as she held you dangling in front of her muzzle, her gigantic eyes focused squarely on you.
"Good morning little one," she rumbled. "I trust that you slept well?"
She didn't offer an apology, nor any acknowledgment of what had transpired last night. She didn't even admit that she had left you and then forgot about you. Still, her gaze was inquisitive and her expression bore a slight touch of concern.
You wanted to make a backhanded snarky remark, to show that you still had some barbs left in you. To maintain your goodwill, you held your tongue, however, and simply replied, "It was... fine."
That seemed to satisfy her. "You must be hungry. I've had some breakfast prepared. Please, eat."
Piled onto the platter was a veritable mountain of food, enough to feed a small army: scrambled eggs covered in green herbs and flowers, roasted potatoes, some sort of golden brown stuff that looked like deep fried grass, and two stacks of pancakes loaded up with juicy blueberries and drenched in berry syrup.
It was truly a meal that was fit for royalty.
Celestia set you down on the edge of the plate, where you were far away from the perils of her fork, and neatly sliced off a portion for you to eat.
You hesitantly picked up a blueberry, still drenched in sticky syrup, took a small bite, and immediately moaned. An explosion of flavor erupted in your mouth that was both sweet and tangy. You’d eaten blueberries before (though mostly store bought) but this on another level.
While you gorged yourself, Celestia gracefully guided a forkful of food to her mouth, chewed for a few seconds, and swallowed.
After many years of practice she was filled with such poise that she could make the mere act of feeding herself look elegant.
The giant mare's magenta eyes remained focused on the human, while her innocent and gentle gaze belied a storm brewing inside. A maelstrom of schemes, fantasies, wants, and desires bubbled underneath the surface in a roiling stew. Small spots of spittle gathered at the edges of her mouth that could not be completely attributed to the breakfast in front of her.
After swallowing another bite, Celestia paused her feasting to give the human an inquisitive look. “Are you enjoying the meal, little one?”
“This might be the best thing I ever ate,” you moaned. Despite your best effort to stay clean, your face was smeared with fruity sauce.
The princess smiled in her practiced polite manner and nodded. Perhaps soon it will be the second best thing you ever ate.
“These berries were grown right here in the royal garden. Our gardeners take great pride in their work and I’m sure they would be happy to know you enjoy them.”
(What happens next?)
As soon as your fist connected with soft tissue you instantly felt a shift in movement. and could distantly hear the distinct sound of metal clatter on a wooden table. "Oh!"
Moments later the skies of your musky damp prison opened up in a narrow strip of light, and just through the beams of almost blinding light, you could just make out the shadows of two enormous fingers holding open the chasm.
The same magical aura you had seen last night now formed a bubble around you, and as you left the ground behind your feet kicked helplessly. You were forced to shade your eyes from the oncoming glare as you quickly transitioned from the dark dank cave of Celestia’s panties and back into the outside world.
Upon exiting your nose was treated to the smell of something good. Something fried, and also the sweet scent of berries. It was a nice reprieve from the heady, all-encompassing stench of Celestia's natural musk.
As you were lifted, the cliffs of Celestia’s massive mammaries jutted into open space so far out that you couldn’t even see her face from where you hung. Deep shadows pooled in the space beneath, and shrouded her midsection in darkness. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, you were dragged between the cleft of her cleavage and became an unwilling witness to the plump curvature of her breasts.
Once you finally reached the apex of your ascent the bemused face of the princess filled your vision, and as she held you dangling in front of her muzzle, her gigantic eyes focused squarely on you.
"Good morning little one," she rumbled. "I trust that you slept well?"
She didn't offer an apology, nor any acknowledgment of what had transpired last night. She didn't even admit that she had left you and then forgot about you. Still, her gaze was inquisitive and her expression bore a slight touch of concern.
You wanted to make a backhanded snarky remark, to show that you still had some barbs left in you. To maintain your goodwill, you held your tongue, however, and simply replied, "It was... fine."
That seemed to satisfy her. "You must be hungry. I've had some breakfast prepared. Please, eat."
Piled onto the platter was a veritable mountain of food, enough to feed a small army: scrambled eggs covered in green herbs and flowers, roasted potatoes, some sort of golden brown stuff that looked like deep fried grass, and two stacks of pancakes loaded up with juicy blueberries and drenched in berry syrup.
It was truly a meal that was fit for royalty.
Celestia set you down on the edge of the plate, where you were far away from the perils of her fork, and neatly sliced off a portion for you to eat.
You hesitantly picked up a blueberry, still drenched in sticky syrup, took a small bite, and immediately moaned. An explosion of flavor erupted in your mouth that was both sweet and tangy. You’d eaten blueberries before (though mostly store bought) but this on another level.
While you gorged yourself, Celestia gracefully guided a forkful of food to her mouth, chewed for a few seconds, and swallowed.
After many years of practice she was filled with such poise that she could make the mere act of feeding herself look elegant.
The giant mare's magenta eyes remained focused on the human, while her innocent and gentle gaze belied a storm brewing inside. A maelstrom of schemes, fantasies, wants, and desires bubbled underneath the surface in a roiling stew. Small spots of spittle gathered at the edges of her mouth that could not be completely attributed to the breakfast in front of her.
After swallowing another bite, Celestia paused her feasting to give the human an inquisitive look. “Are you enjoying the meal, little one?”
“This might be the best thing I ever ate,” you moaned. Despite your best effort to stay clean, your face was smeared with fruity sauce.
The princess smiled in her practiced polite manner and nodded. Perhaps soon it will be the second best thing you ever ate.
“These berries were grown right here in the royal garden. Our gardeners take great pride in their work and I’m sure they would be happy to know you enjoy them.”
(What happens next?)
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June 2, 2023
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