You look up from the gold-engraved invitation back to the castle door in front of you, then

back down to the very expensive paper square bearing your name. It politely extends an
invitation for you to visit the very vague address of The Royal Grounds at the slightly ominous
timeframe of night til dawn. Theres only one left thing to do now.
With barely a touch, the monolithic door slides open. For its size, its strangely silent. It
swings exactly enough for you to slip through the gap and into the main hall. The dim light which
passes through the huge stained glass windows that line either side of the hall is just enough to
see that you're alone in this room designed to hold hundreds. The total emptiness and silence
are absolute. So heavy they seem almost tangible. Besides you, only Celestias throne exists in
this space.
The faint colors carried through the glass paint swatches across the mirror-polished
floor, letting the room turn the few rays of pale moonlight it can collect into a dim palette of
muted pinks and yellows and coating itself with it. The patterns are only broken by the darker
carpet that traces a trail from you up to the royal throne, like a shadow making a path across a
pale rainbow. The throne itself casts a golden sheen faintly at the end of the dark path, awaiting
you on a pedestal of golden steps at the end of the path through the long stretch of colorful
darkness.
Even muffled by the luxurious carpet, your foot falls sound cacophonous as they break
the silence of this place. Your very motion feels like it's disturbing the nothingness, but you can't
answer your invitation by respecting the stillness. As you reach the end of the path and climb
the steps up to the throne you think you hear something else, softer still than yourself. You
freeze, then focus.
You hear it again, a sound like a crystal glass ringing in the distance, and again but
closer. The echoing makes pinpointing it difficult, but a glance around the chamber makes the
source obvious. In the moonbeam filtering through the door you left ajar stands a tall and bright
figure looking back. Princess Celestia is standing at the other end of the hall, a statuesque
beacon in the night.
She's lit with a faint pearly-white and brilliant gold fairy-fire aura around her. Despite the
extra few feet of height granted by the steps leading to the throne, she still stands at eye-level
with you. She begins to move forward again and her golden crystal heels echo out with each
step, unmuffled by the carpet. Her sterling robe flows with her as if it was suspended in water.
The illusion adds to her imposing, flawless grace as she moves.
As the towering princess gets closer, you notice that the colors flowing through her tail
and mane mirror the colors of the room. They accent her features differently with each great
stride across the hall. She's smiling brightly as she reaches the base of her own throne. You
look down at the invitation youre holding, and back up to her. She nods slowly in agreement.
She's obviously looking you over just as intently as you had examined her. She doesn't look
unhappy with what she sees.

With a few more strides, she stands before you as a heavenly tower of radiance. Even
with her clearly harmless demeanor, Celestia is intimidating. No amount of innocent can quell
the radiance that clings to her. She puts a hand on your shoulder, which is enveloped in her
lingering warmth, and drags it across your upper arm as she steps around you to her throne,
and sits.
She crosses her knees and leans on one palm, giving you a motherly smile as she looks
down on you silently. You can make out all of the small details about her form, even in the dark.
Her nails match her mane, all of them as you can see through her crystal clear shoes, adding
more impossible color to her pristine alabaster body. Some less majestic details are also clear,
like how the princess's chest is...free underneath her robe.
Celestia seems to have grown tired of sharing a silent staring contest with you and
makes the first move, beckoning you towards her with a curling finger. She punctuates this by
holding up her outstretched leg to you, nearly closing the gap between the two of you
immediately with the sheer size of her limb. For added clarity she flexes her toes upwards,
making the crystal heel fall away from the ball of her foot and hang from her toes. Her
luminescence casts a rainbow as her footwear scatters the light of her nails. Her body language
seems apparent.
You don't hesitate to do as you're silently told. Taking the thin heel of the shoe in one
hand and the flat and cool sole in your other, you lift the surprisingly heavy shoe off of Celestia's
right foot and put it down at your side as gently as you can set a several pounds of crystal down.
Once it touches the floor, it rings out again. Celestia the switches her right leg for her left and
makes you repeat the process.
This leaves you facing the large sole of the bright princesss outstretched bare foot.
Uncovered, the depth of color on her nails could easily be described as hypnotic. But you aren't
allowed to concentrate on them for long, as Celestia slides forward in her throne just far enough
to press the ball of her foot into your chest.
The force of the simple nudge is still enough to make you take a step backwards to
compensate, making your hands hold on to the royal foot for balance. She feels sublimely soft
and warm, as if shed been sunbathing for hours instead of being outside at night. Immediately,
her warmth transfers into your hands, leaving the rest of you feeling almost cold by contrast.
Her foot is nearly too big for you to hold and feel properly, being too large for you to wrap
both hands around. Her sole alone is wider than your splayed hand. You cup her heel to support
her foot and Celestia lets you attempt to hold it yourself, but the weight of her is far too much for
you. In a moment her foot drags you down to your knees before your princess decides you need
a bit of help.

Now that you're kneeling before the bright, barefoot princess with one huge foot in hand;
your restraint breaks. You lean down and kiss her great toe, and your lips warm up. You attempt
to raise her foot higher and Celestia assists until you can comfortably rub your face directly into
the pillowy ball of her foot. A glance upwards between her toes confirms that Celestia is pleased
with you, as she smiles down with a peaceful expression and relaxed posture from her throne.
Knowing that the princesses approves, you bolster your worship. Her one foot is enough
to occupy your whole figure. Both of your hands explore and knead Celestia, feeling the give in
the flesh of her ball and tracing up her arch. With your face in her toes, you kiss and lick at her,
sucking a huge toe on occasion as one is all you can fit in your mouth. She carries a scent of
grass and warm soil, although her foot is immaculate. Even the wet trails your tongue leaves
across her toes seem to evaporate quickly.
Too soon Celestia pulls her foot away from you, leaving you feeling cold and
disappointed in the moment before she simply replaces her left foot with her right. Celestia
makes her first sound since youve met her in the form of a soft giggle, apparently finding your
moment of disappointment quite cute. Her regal voice sticks in your mind as you worship and
hug her other foot just as the first, feeling and savoring every little movement in her toes as you
do.
Feeling emboldened, you decide to trace your nail very deliberately down her presented
sole. You're rewarded by your efforts as she laughs out and twitches in your grasp. Celestia
does take her foot away, and her face is as relaxed as ever. Taking this as a sign of approval,
you continue.
With light touches you start your exploration over with a new goal in mind, testing the
princesss sensitivity. She chortles and splays her toes in response when you find an occasional
sweet spot. The princess twitches heavily as you test her but she never takes her foot from you
for any longer than an instant on a reflex. The princesss echoing laughter is a nice replacement
for the silence.
Again she takes her foot from you to replace it with her other, letting you compare two.
You give a light brush against the very base of her first toe and confirm that it's a sweet spot as
the princesss squeak echoes through the chamber. But instead of twitching away, her huge foot
pushes forward into you with all of her weight and puts you flat on your back.
You hear a gasp and lean back up to see that Celestia's peaceful expression has broken
as she leans forward, eyeing you carefully with a little too much concern, as if you were her foal
who just tripped. Once she sees you're okay she laughs again, amused and relieved that she
didn't hurt her chosen worshipper. Instead of waiting for you to come back on your own, she
puts one foot on either side of you and drags you back towards her in a slightly un-regal fashion.

Once Celestia has collected you as a filly might collect their teddy bear from the floor,
she motions for you to come closer as she spreads her legs. You oblige, putting yourself on your
knees directly in front of her, her legs on either side of you. Then she begins to open her robe.
You are not prepared for what you see as she does. First her breasts come out, each
one easily bigger than your head and then some. Then, you notice that more light is emitting
from her groin, matching her nails and hair, but this time you find that the source is her sheath.
Directly in front of your face is the pure white pair of balls attached to Celestia, the set also at
least the size of your head.
She puts her feet to your back and slides you forward until you're pinned between her
toes and the throne, with her balls an inch away from your nose. Your worship must have
excited the princess earlier, as she peeks out of her sheath. The visible head of her shaft shifts
from turquoise, to a cobalt blue, to a pink and whatever else it wants as the princess continues
to smile down at you.
You pull up your hands from your sides and do what you think she expects of you,
putting a hand to either side of her cock and squeezing. The princess sighs, looking very
pleased at your touch as you feel her toes curl against your back. The princesss member feels
hot to the touch as you give it another squeeze, feeling it give a heavy pulse against your grasp
as she rapidly begins to harden and extend.
For extra encouragement you lean down into her soft and supple sack. Her balls are too
big to fit into your mouth, but she seems to appreciate the effort as you try. Soon you can't reach
the tip of her shaft anymore as it extends beyond you. You gently stroke her shaft as best you
can from your awkward position of being much smaller than her and with your vision obscured
by balls.
Suddenly you feel very hot and strange. Your vision flashes as Celestias sack tenses up
once, and suddenly the world is new. Celestia's legs open again, her feet no longer holding you
in place, so you stand up before her.
The few pastel colors of the room have suddenly turned into an almost kaleidoscopic
vision. As has Celestias aura. Where you once saw pink, you now see hundreds of shades and
values of pink. Celestias mane, tail, nails, and shaft are a prismatic field of color and light as
she looks at you with an amused and knowing face.
She stands up as well while you look at the room around you again and see something
almost unrecognizable. Colors are colliding in ways which give an illusion of movement to the
very architecture. You check out yourself, and notice a wet drop on your hand of a familiar
consistency. A drop of Celestias fluid had fallen on to you.
A tap on your shoulder breaks your mesmerization. While you've been in a daze,
Celestia has taken the time to reposition herself, standing by your side with her erection the size

of your arm fully erect and at eye level. She gently guides you to her throne and motions you to
it.
You hesitantly sit on it, worried you're misunderstanding her signals, but you aren't
corrected. You seem to have switched roles as Celestia kneels before you, leaving her still taller
than you. One big white hand explores your whole leg quickly, then lifts it up until Celestia
herself takes a wet lap of your sole. Her other hand does the same as she holds your legs
spread without roughness.
Her shaft lays against your stomach as she prepares herself by playing with your feet,
her cock grinding against you and dripping. Each drop sending unfading ripples of warmth
across your entire being while at the same time the princesss tongue makes your toes twitch.
Celestia must feel ready, as she pulls back enough to press her erection against your
waiting entrance. Normally her size would concern you, but you feel like she knows something
you don't. She gives you glance, clearly waiting for approval as her huge tongue continues to
wet your whole foot at once. You nod.
In an instant you feel like your insides are getting a tan. Celestia's massive radiant shaft
hilts into you immediately as Celestia gives out a deep moan, sounding very satisfied. The
shock is paralyzing but not unpleasant, the warmth is comforting and teasing all at once from
the one thrust shes given so far. You don't think you'll last very long.
Celestia watches carefully, making sure you're okay as she plants a soft kiss that spans
your whole sole. Once you stop squirming and she's confident that you're okay, she begins to
set a rhythm, pulling halfway out before ramming it all back in an instant.
She moans more, looking down at you with loving appreciation written all over her face.
Her attention to your feet continues, as she switches between your left and right, kissing and
licking. As her excitement builds up she moans out and stifles herself by shoving your whole
foot in her mouth.
Your orgasm builds up like a river in a storm, and the dam will not hold. Celestia doesn't
look or sound like she'll last long either. Her noises get more desperate and higher pitched by
the moment, all the while a faint glow becomes more obvious from your insides.
Unable to hold back anymore, your whole body tenses up and contracts around
Celestias pillar, setting off a chain reaction. Celestia thrusts harder and less steadily, but with
growing heat as she heatedly massages your insides. You watch your insides bulge with her
thrusts, and see her light glow through you, lighting you up like a lava lamp. This makes you
squeeze harder against the pleasuring rod of radiance.
You're the first to go over the edge, pulsing as your climax rocks your whole body and
your fluids splash Celestia. That's the last encouragement Celestia needs to blow her royal load

deeper in you than anything else has ever been. She cries out loudly as she hilts you, Her balls
slapping against you before her first pulse goes off.
You swear you can see the outline of Celestias cumshot inside you as it punctuates the
outlining bulge of her shaft. A white glow illuminates you with each successive pump of her fluid.
Your belly rounds out as it floods with Celestias seed, the vision of her shaft getting lost as the
rest of you stretches out to accommodate her especially hot load.
Eventually she finishes and gives a very long, relaxed sigh, looking down at you with
pleasure and gratitude in equal measure as she stays hilted into you. The experience is truly
overwhelmingly as your hands instinctively go to your distended, luminescent belly. You try to
move, and outright fail as sensory overload rocks you. The excitement gives way, and the
infinite colors and warmth you're experiencing give way to peaceful black.
Celestia giggles. The sound is warped and higher pitched than you think it should be. Its
carried by a gentle gust of wind, tree branches rustling, and the songs of birds chirping. Out of
the blackness, two large feet come into focus. You recognize them as Celestias. Burned into
your mind. The skin on the soles shifts and gushes violent rainbow colors. Slowly and steadily,
the feet descend, easily covering your face in their warmth and comfort. You no longer feel lost.
You begin to lick, and lick, and suckle, and kiss. Youve lost track of time, but it doesnt matter
anymore.