>>25315453>You remain professional, keeping your face stoic aside from the slight wrinkle you allow to come to your eye>”So, my human advisor,” she says, doing a little twirl, “advise me. Do I wear this dress to the Springtime Celebration tonight?”“The dress, while on the edge of being almost being too racy,” you say, pointedly referring to how it did not completely cover her cutiemarks or her hind legs, “gives you an aura of intimidation, in my opinion.”
>”The bubble’s up, Anon. Nopony can hear us.”“You look drop-dead gorgeous.”
>Celestia stifles a giggle with her golden horseshoe-covered hoof. You allow yourself to break out into an all-out smile, but still opt to retain your stoic composure>she walks towards you, her movements mimicking those of a predator with eyes on its prey. You advance as well, your stiff air of professionalism slowly loosening as you draw near>You lightly grip the underside of her muzzle, leaning down to meet her as you gently pull her face to yours>Immediately your lips collide, a tight suction forming between the two of you, allowing for your tongues to dart in and out of each other’s mouths with ease>your hand wanders from her chin to her cheek, from her cheek to her neck and to her side. She rears up on her hind legs and drapes her fetlocks over your shoulders, pressing her body against yours and giving you easier access to the rest of her body>you grab a handful of her plush white ass, eliciting a gasp from your excited princess. Her grip on you tightens unexpectedly, causing you to fall backwards onto your ass with the big white horse on top of you>She really isn’t that much taller than you when reared up and is rather lithe, so her falling on top of you isn’t much of a big deal aside from the bruised ass cheek you’ll likely be faced with later tonight 