Chapter 1: Communications Breakdown
Canterlot castle. A majestic, sprawling structure of high rising towers crafted by master architects. The glimmering white marble walls of the castle cast polished reflections of the city below whenever it was in the moonlight. Stunning yet elegant architecture of the numerous towers and walls gave it a feel of royal exclusion and power.
Which worked best, since only the royals and extremely powerful lived behind its walls. Nobility of the highest creed and merchants of unimaginable wealth resided in the castle, ruling over the working class dwelling outside its walls.
It was night on this fateful realm, the moon full and hanging so low in the sky one could hold out a hand and almost touch it. The night sky was a mystic purple hue, the stars a grand mural of small points of light in the limitless expanse of space. Truly a majestic sight to behold. Unfortunately for Garth II, proud and noble king of Gryphonia, he was too busy at the moment to enjoy the sight.
Garth walked in a get out of my way or else I will stomp your bloody corpse to the ground type of manner–servants and even other nobles taking care not to be in his direct path. That, and because his two guards more closely resembled gorillas than actual humans. Both were up to seven feet tall, all decked out in shining gold-colored armor with their bulging muscles the size of tree trunks; and no clear indication whether they even had a neck or not. Two hulking figures of pure testosterone and muscle, with hands that could snap a neck like a pencil, while their feet were specially trained to smash through an enemy head, helmet and all.
The imposing sight made all the Equestrian guards sweat in cold terror, praying to never meet the two in combat. Following behind Garth, the two guards made sure that nothing threatening ever came near their leader, and may the gods have mercy on anyone who did.
Garth himself was a much toned down version of his two lackeys, being about a foot shorter than their massive height. Coal black hair cut in a short military manner with a bit of premature silver on the sides that only a ruler of a large nation could receive. A beard of the same darkness was closely cut to enhance the imposing sight of his strong jaw line and lean face. A hawk like nose that gave way to intelligent emerald eyes that shone with a cunning light, and tanned olive skin that was a clear indication of his heritage to Gryphonia, where many of his people also had the same skin color.
He was dressed in the traditional garbs of past rulers before him. The armor was form-fitted and custom-hammered to mimic his powerful and chiseled muscles hidden underneath. His arms were strong and firm, along with his legs that could lift a full grown man on his back. Along with his golden armor, along his chest and dominion was a pair of golden gauntlets that were beautifully engraved, and golden greaves on his powerful legs that showed off his well muscled thighs. But the most prominent feature of his attire was the gold crafted lion and eagle shoulder guards, one for each with each respective animal howling in rage in stunning detail.
Garth believed in the personal code which dictated, that to be a strong leader, one had to be strong in the mind, spirit, and body. He was already trained by the greatest tutors and teachers in the land to be skilled in almost all forms of academics, from math to languages and most important of all, the ways to properly run a country, so he got the mind part covered. His spirit can clearly be seen as vigorous, just from the confident way he walked as his sandaled feet made great strides down the hallway, his red velvet cape flapping behind him. His body was probably his most clearly seen feature, muscular and lithe from hours of working out and training in the art of combat.
Unlike most other leaders who were content to grow fat and lazy on their throne, Garth was a firm believer that the sin of sloth could not be tolerated. Since he was the prime example of his country, if he was not in tip-top shape—both physically and mentally—then his country would be perceived as weak. Plus, he enjoyed fighting, and any recruit that wanted to become part of his personal guard had to last five minutes with him in combat. Many did not make it even to half of one, with those that did finish usually ending up in the hospital for several months. The king was no pushover when it came to battle, that much was certain from numerous accounts of his no hold back fighting style.
His powerful strides cut through the hallways of the castle at a breakneck pace, never stopping; nobles or others in his path be damned. His face was in his familiar trademark scowl, his bushy eyebrows darkening his already deep brown face as his brow furrowed in what could only be described as determination unbound. He wanted something, and he was willing to crush, kill, slaughter, and destroy anything that got in his way, which he had done on a number of occasions.
Suddenly, a squat, short man dressed in immaculate, neat robes and dignitary hat–a clear indication of important status in the high court–walked beside him after appearing from a side door. His shorter legs and wider waist caused him to take at least two steps for every one stride Garth made, but the pudgy man dared not slow down and be run over by Garth’s two beastly guards. Huffing and puffing with a rosy hue to his flapping cheeks, he stuttered, “Y-your majesty, wh-what a pleasure to have y-you in the castle! What b-brings you here?”
“None of your business, peasant,” he spit at the man, the king’s voice powerful and full of contempt at even answering him.
“B-but sir, I am the princess’ personal counselor! I must know what brings the king of Gryphonia to our doors on such short notice!” he pleaded, a fine sheen of sweat appearing on his bald head, as he struggled to keep up while holding his large and extravagant hat down. It came to a surprise for everyone at the castle when the king arrived, a platoon of his personal guards outside the castle with him at the lead. It nearly led to an attack when the Equestrian guards thought they were under siege, but after some hasty shouting, they allowed the king entrance with two of his guards. Still, no explanation was given as to why he arrived.
“I do not explain myself to whelps like you,” Garth answered, sneering at the pitiful sight of the fat man. He was such a pathetic excuse for a counselor. If this man ever dared show himself in Garth’s court as a consultant, he would have him run circles around the city until he was in a more presentable condition that didn’t involve comparing him to a pig. “Now, tell me where the princesses are.”
“But sire, you can’t just barge in here and–”
“I can barge anywhere I like, you sniveling, lard-filled, teat of a pig suckling weakling!” he growled, stopping to grab the short-statured counselor by the scruff of his expensive robes, lifting him high in the air until the king’s pointy nose nearly touched his own pudgy nose. “Now, tell me where the princesses are before I run you through with my sword, and use your fat to polish my sandals!”
The counselor shivered in piss threatening fright, making what could only be described as mewling sounds a an animal being led to the slaughter would make. “Th-they’re in the royal meeting ch-chambers, down this hall t-to the left, sire.”
Garth dropped the man like a sack of potatoes at his feet, sneering at the disgusting excuse for space that he touched. It was a good thing the king was wearing gloves, because actually touching the whimpering cow would’ve made him sick to his stomach. If there’s one thing the king hated more than anything, it was weakness, and even the act of touching someone beneath him disgusted the king to no end.
Not bothering to look at the bumbling fool, he started his fast pace to the royal chambers at once. If there was one word that could fittingly describe the king, it would be impatient, and impatience, mixed with the unfathomable power of an entire nation at your back, made a dangerous leader out of anyone. It was this very impatience that forced his hand to arrive at the castle on the double, not caring whether he was imposing or uninvited.
The counselor quickly got to his feet, or as fast as a middle aged obese man could muster, and waddled like a duck on a breadcrumb heavy diet towards the king. His flopping belly could clearly be seen underneath his now tarnished robes, too much sweat staining the fabric.
Once the king followed the counselor’s directions and stopped at the door leading to the royal chambers, the counselor appeared behind them, grasping the wall like his life depended on it as he gulped in air like a floundering fish. Wiping his wet forehead with the back of his robe, he gasped, “W-wait one *gasp* second, your *gasp* m-majesty.”
“What is it now, whelp?” he asked, crossing his arms as his guards shared a smile at the pitiful sight of the counselor. “And don’t you dare waste my time.”
After a few more seconds of desperately filling his air-parched lungs with precious oxygen, the counselor held a finger up. “Sire, I must announce your arrival to the princesses, and you cannot enter with your guards or sword by your side.” The counselor’s knees wobbled as he feared what the king’s reaction would be.
Scowling with his nostrils flared, the king unbuckled his belt that held his broadsword sheathed at his side, throwing it to the counselor. The poor man barely had a second’s warning to catch it, and promptly fell to the floor bearing the sword’s large weight. Leaning down with a threatening grimace, the king said, “Get one scratch on my sword and I’ll have my guards here practice their swordplay on your skull.”
This was apparently funny to the two guards, the hulking masses of might chuckling with barely contained glee at the prospect of using the counselor as a practice dummy. Nodding his head so fast that his jowls flopped in the air, the counselor hefted himself to his feet and dragged the large sword through the doorway, closing it behind him.
The doorway was of course beautifully crafted out of gold and silver, one side engraved with the golden herald of the sun, the Sun Goddess, while the other was the moon herald, the Moon Goddess. Both goddesses were personified by alicorns, powerful creatures said to control the sun and moon with their magical might. They seemed to be circling each other in the Yin-Yang allegory of balanced power.
Not that it mattered much to Garth. The Equestrians had their own personal beliefs, and he had his own. Separate gods, traditions, cultures and people. Just the way he liked it. He didn’t like to sully his country or people with the weak willed, such as the Equestrians. Friendship and harmony. Silly notions from a pathetic excuse for a kingdom such as Equestria.
Tapping his sandaled foot impatiently on the floor, he sighed in relief when he finally heard the counselor’s wheezing voice. “Presenting the Grand and All Righteous King Garth II, Proud Ruler of Gryphonia, Terror of the East, Conqueror of the Badlands, Tamer of the Deadly Gryphons, Vanquisher of the Raiders, Destroyer of the–”
“By ye gods, man, get on with it!” Garth shouted, throwing open the doors of the royal chambers with his cape trailing behind him in a grand flourish. The counselor nearly jumped out of his robes in fright, fumbling with his his scroll before stuffing it down his pocket.
“S-so sorry, your m-majesty!” the counselor apologized, twiddling his fingers in a nervous manner. “As I-I was saying, King Garth h-here has arrived to, um...”
“Talk with you two,” Garth demanded, pointing at the princesses across the room. Both princesses were sitting in plush loveseats, an equally comfortable looking couch in front of them with a table with piping hot tea in between them, which they were sipping moments ago before Garth’s rude arrival.
Princess Celestia, the elder sister, got up from her chair and arched an eyebrow at the king, her hands resting at her sides. “Why, what a pleasure to meet you once again, Garth,” she said with sarcasm practically dripping from her voice.
She could only be described as knocked-out-of-your socks beautiful. Wavy, luxurious hair that was colored with bright, pastel hues of purple, green and blue that extended down to her waist. And what a waist it was; with wide hips that tactfully showed off her luscious ass. Her dress was a whitish-pink gown with golden shoulder pads and possibly the deepest ‘v’ ever used in a dressing material. It showed off more cleavage than ever thought possible, her breasts large and in charge for everyone to see, barely supported by the cups of her dress. A plain necklace and matching crown of gold and pink gems completed the outfit, along with a feminine face of a slender nose and round cheeks.
She flipped back her hair, the small movement making her gigantic breasts even more prominent. Her counselor was practically drooling, but Garth was not overcome by his sexual hormones to take a peek. This was strictly a business arrangement, and when Garth set his mind to something, not even man’s number one weakness such as Princess Celestia’s sexy figure could sway it.
Deepening his scowl, he said, “The same for you, Celestia. We have some important matters to discuss.”
Evidently displeased that her usual charade of showing herself off didn’t work on the king, she stopped extending her chest and frowned at Garth. “Could this not wait for the summit meeting between countries in two weeks time?”
“No,” he answered firmly, further entering the royal chambers. Decked out in only the finest and most expensive of furniture and materials, it was every noble’s wet dream. Red satin curtains covered the handcrafted windows, tapestries and paintings made by the best artists in the land hung on the walls, and all manner of extravagant decorations covered the room, but as with Celestia, Garth remained unimpressed. “We do this now.”
Staring the woman down with a hate-filled glare, Garth’s shimmering emerald eyes meeting her light magenta in a showdown of wills, she finally conceded with a sigh. Sitting back down with her breasts flopping against her chest, she waved her hand at her counselor and said, “Very well then. Head counselor, leave us for now. Make sure we are not interrupted.”
“Very well, my liege,” he replied, bowing down until his fancy hat nearly touched the floor as he backed away and closed the great doors of the royal chambers with an audible bang.
“If you would please take a seat, we can get started,” Celestia said, pointing to the couch across from the sisters. Garth walked over and sat with a huff, his arms crossed over his chest; a stony expression still hard-set on his face.
Glancing over at the other occupant of the room, Garth asked, “And what is she doing here?”
Celestia looked over at her sister sitting beside her, Princess Luna, obviously the person Garth was speaking of. Much like her sister, Luna was wearing a dark blue dress, which also revealed her generous cleavage, with light violet shoulder pads along with a black necklace and crown with blue gems. Compared to her sister her breast size was smaller, but not by any means tiny. Her skin was a light tan, contrasting her sister’s paler skin color. Along with that was her lavish sapphire hair that reached far down her back. Her face was younger looking, and could be described as cute, with her small button nose and dark cyan eyes.
Luna scowled at Garth and crossed her arms, her breasts scrunched up in a seductive way as her cute face pouted. “We present to help my sister, of course.”
Garth waved his hand in the air. “Get this child out of here. This is a discussion for the adults.”
This caused Luna’s cheeks to turn a rosy red. “We are of age, we’ll have you know! We are co-ruler of Equestria, so we have every right to be here!”
“Now Luna, dear, calm down,” Celestia told her sister, resting a dainty hand on Luna’s arm.
“But Tia–” she began.
“No buts,” Celestia warned, turning her attention back to Garth. “She stays. Unless you want to leave?”
Garth growled and gritted his teeth, but nodded his head in agreement all the same. If the child wanted to play in the big leagues, so be it. “Fine. But I’ll direct the negotiations to you, not her. Especially with such an impotent whelp that continues to talk in the old tongue.”
Luna visibly snarled at the king. “We think it be practical to speak like royalty, unlike thee.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Celestia sighed in contempt, crossing her legs, making sure to give a good view of her toned thigh. Of course Garth paid no mind to it. “So, negotiations you say? What type?”
“You know damn well what type,” he replied back harshly, a vein on his temple visibly throbbing as he held back his barely contained rage. “The trade negotiations you screwed me over for!”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she answered back calmly, hiding a smile behind the the long fabric hanging from her arms as she adjusted a lock of her hair behind her ear.
“Cut the shit, princess,” he grunted, holding his hands into fists that could be seen as white knuckle if he wasn’t wearing gloves. “That trade negotiation we agreed upon. You fucked me over on it!”
“Now Garth, there’s no need for foul language,” Celestia scolded him, Luna giggling beside her. “If we agreed upon it, then what’s the problem with it?”
“The problem is that the agreed upon shipment of gems that are to go to my kingdom is sorely lacking in quantity. Way under what was agreed upon,” he said. “I hold up my end of the bargain and this is how you repay me? Fucking me like a two-bit whore in an alleyway? You got guts for a woman to go against me.”
Celestia slammed her fist down on the arm of her chair. “I’d appreciate it if you keep your misogyny out of my abode, Garth,” she said, seething with feminine anger. “And if you want, we can just renegotiate the agreement to better suit your needs.”
“Those needs should’ve been answered in the first place!” he yelled at her, spittle flying from his mouth. “You’re damn right we’ll renegotiate! And this time I get the advantage, got it?”
“Very well, then,” she said nonchalantly, waving her hand at her sister. “Luna, if you would please start the negotiation process with the king here.”
“Very well, sister,” Luna agreed, getting up from her seat and making her way towards Garth, her hips swinging left to right in a seductive tempo.
Garth arched an uneasy eyebrow at her, unsure what the ‘negotiation process’ meant. While he did do private negotiations with other leaders, with the Equestrian princesses that was mostly through the use of counselors and advisors, not face to face. Being unprepared didn’t sit well with him.
Luna squatted down before him, her breasts jiggling so close to him, his eyes found it physically impossible not to stare. Smiling seductively at him, she winked in a flirting manner at him. “Why hello to thee, your majesty,” she giggled, her hand suddenly on his crotch before he knew what she was doing.
“Wh-what the hell are you doing?” he asked, completely stunned.
“The process of negotiations, what else?” Her dainty finger tips massaged the outside of his cock, separated only by the thin material of his undergarments. Luna lifted up his tunic, revealing the bulge of his constrained member as she continued to fondle it.
“Excellent work, Luna. Just like I taught you,” Celestia commended her sister, rising from her seat and chuckling mildly.
Garth could only stare in a mix of surprise and awe as Luna pulled down his clothes to reveal his erect dick, which she quickly went to work on, using both hands. With one she moved the base of her thumb on his tip in small circles, while her palm grasped his long shaft in a strong grip and began to stroke up and down.
He gripped the plush seats of the couch, as he groaned in pleasure from the stimulating actions his cock was going through. “What the fuck is wrong with you two? This is not the proper way for nobles to act!”
“Oh, and you would want my sister here to stop, then?” Celestia asked, pulling down the front of her dress until her cleavage was nonexistent, due to the fact both her voluptuous boobs were now on display. Her nipples were perky, the breasts gigantic distractions Garth could no longer ignore, even more so when she pulled off the rest of her dress, causing them to bounce a little as the fabric clinging to her shapely curves fell to the floor.
Luna was clearly enjoying herself, one hand now groping his hairy nutsack like a toy while her other made quick work on a rather impressive handjob. Giggling like a schoolgirl, she took a quick lick of the tip of his cock, sending a shiver of pleasure down Garth’s spine when the warm, wet caress of her tongue touched him tenderly. “Hey Tia, his dick be king sized!” Luna laughed, her sister joining her as she kicked aside the rest of her clothes.
Celestia brushed the top of Luna’s head as a mother would with her child, Garth gulping when he took notice of her wet clit. Looks like Celestia was getting excited. The king’s steel resolve had shattered when his eyes rested on the naked body of the princess, his eyes traveling along her curves from top to bottom.
A particular point of interest was the tattoo insignia of a sun, Equestria’s royal symbol. The tattoo was placed on the side of her lusciously large hip, taking up the expanse of her ample ass. The king had heard of Equestrians receiving tattoos on their hindquarters when they reached adulthood, but he never believed it. Else, he believed that it could look so enticing on her pale skin.
Luna was swallowing his dick whole, her puckered lips slowly sliding down the length of his shaft. Wincing slightly from the ecstatic feeling of her warm mouth with her snake like tongue grabbing hold of his dick, he muttered, “What are you two? Whores, or princesses?”
“We are whatever is the most useful at any given time,” Celestia answered, sitting down beside him, her boobs squishing up against his arm. Her could feel her hard nipples poking at his skin. “And right now, that time is here, with you.”
Luna was still squatting down in front of him, taking in the long form of his dick in her mouth, the king’s eyes widening in surprise when she was able to get it all the way in. The girls gag reflexes must be amazing. Gentle sucking could be heard from her as saliva dripped from her full mouth, as she squeezed his dick in a hot caress while her tongue made quick work of covering every available surface of his shaft.
Celestia took Garth’s hand and slowly moved it so that it no longer gripped the plushness of the couch. Removing his glove, she rested his palm on her breast, his hand going on reflex and squeezing its soft, supple texture. His finger poked her nipple, causing Celestia to lowly moan in pleasure. When he started to pull on it with in a sharp pinch, Celestia visibly licked her lips.
Garth shook his head, chiding himself mentally for being drawn into her beauty so easily. But his mind was taking a backseat now that his hormones were in full control, which Luna’s blowjob only further prompted as she bobbed her head back and forth. Gritting his teeth hard, he snarled at Celestia, “What is your game, bitch? What do you want with me?”
“Why, to negotiate, of course,” she answered seductively, Luna was picking up speed as she continuously deepthroated Garth’s dick, the tip poking the back of her throat in such a way that sent a warm tingling feeling down the princess’ spine. “So, you were saying that I didn’t uphold my end of the bargain?”
“You already know that,” Garth said, but with much less gusto in his voice, as he couldn’t resist letting loose an animal groan—Luna’s movement even faster as saliva dripped from her mouth with each bob of her head. She looked up at the king with innocent eyes, her face undoubtedly adorable as she once more reached his base and returned to the tip.
“Very well then. I can make sure the next shipment of gems meets the quota,” Celestia said, a wicked smile on her transcendent features as she cupped her other breast, the nipple moving to and fro as she bounced. Garth stared at it like a dog with a piece of meat. “But in return, I’ll need something.”
“What? You can burn in hell you harpie, black-hearted, swine–” Garth let out another groan, his bearded jaw clenched as as Luna focused all her attention on the tip of his penis, the purple head lost in her mouth as her tongue inspected every inch of its surface.
“Get ready, Luna. I think the king here is near his limit,” Celestia chuckled, noticing how Garth clamped down on her breast with a tighter grip, indenting in the soft flesh of her breast with his hand. “And really, you think what Luna is doing here is free? I need to be reimbursed for it.”
“Fuck you!” the king growled, his back arched back as orgasmic-like delight shot up from his dick to his spine to come crashing like a tidal wave at his brain.
“Oh, you’ll be doing that real soon,” Celestia assured him, her perfectly manicured finger trailing along the golden armor on his abs. “But I could just tell Luna to stop, if you’re not willing to negotiate.”
That was definitely something Garth didn’t want to happen, so close to the edge and begging to be released. He barely shook his head before he bucked his hips, cumming on the spot with a sigh of relief.
Luna’s eyes widened in surprise as his dick went deeper down her throat than before, a hot yet sticky substance shooting straight down her throat. Closing her eyes in glee at provoking such a great orgasm out of him, she sucked down his cum, licking his tip like a dog would lap at water. Squeezing his slick dick, she moved her hand up and down so that his semen might ejaculate on her face and chest. By the end of it, sticky white streams were hanging down her face, hair, and ample breasts.
Looking over to her sister and giving her a cum stained smile, she asked, “Did we do good, Tia?”
“Wonderful, dear sister,” Celestia said, squatting down beside her sister and brushing a loose strand of her hair out of her sticky face. “But you’ve made such a mess of yourself. I must clean you up at once.”
Leaning close the two sisters embraced in a kiss, their tongues swirling in each other’s mouths as Celestia licked away all traces of semen in Luna’s mouth. Her tongue traveled along her teeth, her gums, and even wrestled with Luna’s own tongue for a bit in a passionate kiss before Celestia broke away, a strand of saliva and cum connecting the two for a few seconds longer. Then Celestia began the process of licking off the semen on Luna’s face, her sister blushing deeply as Celestia’s tongue patiently got to each and every spot of semen.
“H-how dare you two perform such an act!” Garth murmured weakly, his recent orgasm sapping some of his will and resolve. Celestia looked up from where she was lapping at the cum on Luna’s breast, her fingers working on her clothes to slide them off.
“And how dare you receive a blowjob from the Princess of the Moon,” Celestia reminded him, successful at removing her sister’s dress, the deep blue fabric slipping off her lithe form easily. “I can just imagine how riled the courts would get, not to mention your own people. Their king fucking one of the Equestrian princesses. Oh, that would make headlines for sure.”
Damn. Celestia had backed him up in a corner, and she knew it. Garth thought that if he did the negotiations in person, he could bully them to accept his terms, thinking them just weak willed women put in charge because there was no other heirs to the throne. But now the tables had turned, and Garth was sorely unprepared for this. And he hated being unprepared for anything.
Luna got up, running a hand down her shapely, womanly curves and smiling as innocently as before. While her breasts were smaller than her sisters, Garth found her tan skin much more sexy, calling his emerald green eyes to her dark nipples at once. Giggling with her face flush from her recent cleaning by her sister, Luna asked, “Does the king enjoy what he sees?”
Garth gulped, his throat suddenly dry of moisture. Taking that as a yes, Luna came closer, their knees touching as she slowly leaned forward. “Wow, thou art excited,” she giggled, pointing down to his saliva coated dick, which was still erect and gearing up for more. “Thou also possesses high endurance too. We like that in a man.”
It was from this position that Garth could see Luna’s tattoo, a black inkblot with a quarter-moon in the center. Without even realizing it, his hands were grabbing her ass in a firm, strong grip, folding with in a greedy attitude for more.
Luna winced slightly, her blush deepening as she let out a cat like pur. “Hey Tia, can we partake in some fun?” She was resting her body on her arms, her hands on either side of Garth as her very large and juicy thighs sat on her knees, on either side of Garth’s erect cock.
“But of course, dear sister ,” Celestia replied, moving to the other side of the room to a cabinet, Garth catching a glance at her broad butt with its twin sun tattoos on either side. “Be sure to make sure our guest agrees to our deal. Allowing Equestrians fishing grounds in his ocean.”
Garth practically sneered at what she said. “If you think that I’ll allow you to fish on my territory, than all your blood must go to your ridiculously sized boobs than to your brain!”
Laughing, Luna laid a finger on Garth’s lips to shut him up. “Now Garthy, don’t be such a downer,” she whispered invitingly, her hands now on the heads of the eagle and lion on his shoulders. Without further ado, she sat on his dick, his shaft poking into the tight confines of her vagina and thrusting upward into it without him moving a muscle.
Shaking his head to dislodge her finger, he looked down at their connected genitals. Biting his lip at the amazing feeling of just having penetrated her maidenhood, he said, “Y-you bitch.”
“Is that the best thou has, Garthy?” she asked with a coy smile, beginning to jump up and down on his dick, his length entering and leaving her pussy in waves of repeated pleasure for the two.
“Fuck him good, Luna!” Celestia called out from the other side of the room, opening the cabinet. Inside was all manner of sex toys: dildos, anal plugs, vibrators, gags, and a wide assortment of lubes. But the object she wanted was a rather large strap on, the fake dick disproportional to the size a real one would be, but still fun for enjoyment. Slathering it up in lube in a seductive use of her hands, she fit her legs through the two open straps of the sex toy, sliding it up and fitting the smaller dick at the opposite of the gigantic one inside her pussy.
“Yes... oh fuck us, yes!” Luna shouted, gripping hard at Garth’s shoulder armor as she drove his length deep into her vaginal walls, so hard his balls slapped her skin each time she went down on him. “Plow this princess as hard as you can! Fuck us till we drop!”
Humming in exotic delight, Celestia made her way back to the two, her strap on slapping against her thighs with each step. Luna moaned happily, really getting into hopping up and down on Garth’s penis as the king just sat there in a sexed-out daze.
Pushing her sister’s back roughly so Luna fell on the king, her large breasts squashed against his armor chest plate. Slapping her grand ass right on her moon cutie mark, enticing a moan of delight from her sister, Celestia parted Luna’s juicy buttcheeks until her tight little pink pucker could be seen. Luna stared up at her sister, her face flushed from lovemaking.
“Luna, such a naughty princess. You can enjoy yourself once we get Garth here to agree to our deal,” Celestia reminded her, probing her asshole with a fingertip, Luna squeaking each time she poked inside her. “Guess you have to be punished now.”
With a devious smile on her elegant face, Celestia penetrated Luna’s asshole, causing the younger princess to squeal as Celestia’s bulky strap-on went deep inside her. Garth could feel Luna’s vaginal walls tighten, her pussy practically screaming in delight as the king felt Celestia’s strap on with only a few inches separating them.
“Double penetration means the fun has been doubled!” Luna shouted, causing both sisters to laugh merrily as Celestia thrust into her with her schlong. Luna fluctuated with each shaft inside her, moving her ass to her sister to get more of her strap-on inside her, then squatting down on Garth so his dick could enter her pussy, slick with sexual juices.
“By the gods above, this can’t be happening,” Garth whispered, watching as he was forced to perform vaginal pleasing to Luna while her sister fucked her asshole. In all his years he never thought he would fuck someone such as an Equestrian princess, much less two of them.
“Oh it is, it is!” Luna shouted, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head at the dual fucking she was receiving, her breasts sliding on Garth’s chest plate as she laid on him. She nuzzled his bearded cheek, sweat running down both their brows. “We don’t know what’s better. Being fucked by thine royal cock or our sister.”
“Please Luna, we know that pleasantries don’t work with him,” Celestia reminded her, slapping her ass playfully. “We’re going to have to step it up a notch to get him to agree for a share of those fishing grounds.”
Gryphonia was a country surrounded mostly by the sea. Fishing was a major part of business there, seafood a stable diet and trading tool Gryphonians used. To dare share his ocean with the Equestrians would be a sign of weakness, and cause massive outrage with his own people. But the gods be damned, they were convincing him more and more with each second of this. Damnit to hell. His razor sharp wits or iron strength were useless against this dual barrage.
“Damn you whores. May your countries burn to the ground. May your people suffer from famine and plague. May disasters fester you, so fierce that only the gods could have called them to strike down on you. May–” Garth hissed, biting down hard on his lip as Luna’s movements became more fierce, practically pounding his dick into submission.
The Princess of the Moon was breathing heavy, drool hanging down from her mouth as her tanned skin on her face was completely red from sexual intercourse. Celestia too was excited plenty, her normally pale skin flushed a bright red, her breasts bouncing in the air with each of her thrusts. The Princess of the Sun wasn’t holding back on her sister, that was for sure.
“Tia, fuck our asshole good!” Luna begged, tears springing up in her dark cyan eyes as she gave out a shrill scream of orgasmic pleasure from her deepening double penetration. “Garth is just so big!”
“See Garth, insulting us while my sister here just gave you an excellent compliment. For shame upon you,” she chided up, her tongue rolling out as she quickened her pace. “Now, back to the deal at hand...”
“Never,” Garth answered weakly, his walls of willpower crumbling each time he entered Luna.
Celestia narrowed her eyes at him. “We’ll see about that,” she said firmly, picking it up double pace just to torture the king into agreeing more.
This went on for several more minutes, neither Luna nor Celestia giving up their conquest of both of Luna’s holes. Garth could only sit there, his limbs too numb to stop what was going on, his armor much heavier and hotter than he thought possible, his breaths becoming shallow and ragged as he neared the edge.
“Tia, we’re gonna cum!” Luna moaned, her pussy tightening itself around Garth’s dick as what she said was about to come true. Garth could only breathe out a sigh of relief as he felt his own orgasm drawing near.
“Well Garth, do you agree or not?” Celestia asked, panting as she was joining both of them in an orgasm. Her thrusts became more hurried as she neared her own plateau.
Garth glared at her. “Go to hell.”
“Oh gods!” Luna screamed, falling on Garth and pushing her body as hard as she could on his shaft, her sister helping her by thrusting her strap-on deeper than it ever went into her sister’s asshole. Garth could practically feel the dildo right up against his cock, as he himself groaned in barely contained release.
Much like the first time, a white stream of his sexual fluids poured out of the tip of his dick, filling Luna’s pussy up to the brim and then some. Her own sexual juices clashing with his semen inside her, leaking out onto the couch in a sex smelling puddle of white. Both of them panted hard, with Celestia joining in momentarily as she herself came, fluids dripping from where her strap-on entered her.
The king just sat there, too weak to move or do anything at the moment, especially with Luna laying atop him. Not that he wanted her to go anywhere, the fine lady drooling in sweet ecstasy with her enormous boobs laid out to see on the chest plate of his armor. Celestia leaned on the pair, drawing in deep breaths, her chest rising and falling, which caused her enormous breasts to jiggle and bounce.
Finally dislodging her strap on from Luna’s asshole, Celestia tidied a sweat soaked strand of her hair behind her ear and asked, “So, Garth, do we have a deal or what?”
Pushing Luna off so that his dick was finally free of her slick vaginal confines, he said, “No dice, you dirty slut. You and your incestral sister can burn for all I care.” Luna moaned slightly as she flopped on the couch, a thin stream of semen and her own cum still leaking out of her pussy.
Celestia’s normally playful pout she used for when she was angry, disappeared as a look of pure, furious rage overcame her features. Like a dragon being awakened from its centuries long sleep, she was practically flaming with fury. “That’s it, Garth! We end this here!”
She turned around, but instead of walking away she walked backwards, her immense ass backing itself right into the king. Garth desperately held out his hands to stop the impending booty, but his palms only squished into the large amount of her ass fat as she sat squarely on his penis.
Looking over her shoulder, she moved her hand underneath her butt to grab ahold of his shaft. “I played nice so far, but no longer! I will get what I want, whether you like it or not. And I can assure you, you will like it.”
“You fucking harlot! May the gods damn your floozy soul!” Garth yelled, but his words were ineffective as Celestia positioned his dick in line with her asshole. Wasting no time, she penetrated herself on his shaft, shaking her hips so that all of him would be inside her.
She slowly gyrated her hips, Garth’s dick spinning and twirling in the tighter than tight confines of her asshole, warm as she smashed his dick with her ass. “Luna, come here, now!” she ordered, her feminine seductiveness she showed before completely gone as she went to business mode in an instant.
Shakily getting to her feet, her sister did as ordered, already used to the process. With nary a word she climbed to sit in her sister’s lap, squatting down so that Celestia’s strap-on entered her pussy. Moaning loudly with her head leaning against her shoulder, Luna finally managed to get the massive dildo inside her. “Tia, we’re tired. Thou knows we do not possess as high of an endurance as thee.”
“Enough, dear sister. We have work to do,” Celestia commanded, painfully biting Luna’s erect nipples with her teeth, tugging on it like a dog playing tug-of-war.
“Tia, that hurts!” Luna shrieked, but Celestia was no longer listening. With both hands she lifted her sister up by her ass and slammed her down, still holding a firm grasp of her nipple in her mouth, lathering it in saliva. Luna could only moan and squeal in a mix of pain and lust filled pleasure as she was forced to hop up and down on her sister’s strap on.
Spitting out her sister’s nipple, Celestia glared back at Garth. “Last word of warning, your majesty. A share of your waterways on the Eastern Sea. You own plenty seas already, so it would barely make a dent to your already vast wealth.”
She was right about that. But it would make a dent to his pride. To be succumb to these two women so easily, like he was some sort of youngling being taken advantage of by girls while going through puberty. This was his only resolve to say no, just as the rest of his defenses lay barren at her feet from the intercourse he just had.
Seeing that he wouldn’t answer, Celestia’s brow furrowed. “So be it then,” she whispered darkly, using her powerful legs to lift herself and her sister from Garth’s lap, only to forcefully sit back down again.
All the air in Garth’s body exhaled as the great weight of both princesses slammed down on his dick, crushing it deep inside the hot and delicious walls of Celestia’s asshole. All along his shaft squeezed until he thought his dick would burst, the king gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurt.
With a sinister smile, Celestia lifted herself and Luna again, only to fall back down like before, Luna moaning in ecstasy all the while as her sister pounded her pussy. Celestia would use her own momentum to lift her asshole off of Garth’s dick, while at the same time lifting Luna up once at her apex. Then she returned on his shaft to sit down, tugging Luna along with her firm hold on her buttcheeks, Luna’s legs hanging over her arms. Once Celestia had been filled by Garth’s length, Luna’s own momentum when falling down made it so that she got penetrated while Celestia was pushed even more downward. This made Garth’s penis enter Celestia deeper than even he thought possible.
It also made it painful on his thighs, since Celestia’s legs fell on them each time she jumped up with her feet on the couch she was squatting on. The combined weight of both princesses wasn’t the best thing to have continuously slam into your thighs, nevermind your penis.
Groaning more loudly than before, his veins bulging across his neck, he shouted, “Oh fucking damnit it to the ninth circle of Hell, end this madness!”
“Not until you agree with my terms!” Celestia answered back, Luna adding on with a shriek of sexual delight. “Say yes and this can all be over!”
Garth just gritted his teeth and balled his hands into tight gripped fists. “Like hell I will! Bring it on, you gutter-trash, dick breath, bitch-fucking whore!”
This little outburst prompted Celestia to smash her glorious ass even harder and with more force on Garth’s dick, his genitals in agony over the beating they were receiving. Over and over again, he was thrust inside her asshole, too much in pain from her and Luna’s great weight to properly enjoy it. Luna herself was having a grand time, the sisters’ breasts huddled together and bouncing in sync with each jump and thrust.
The king’s mental walls were already shattered enough, but the strain on his sexual organ was too much now. His normally indomitable will cracked and broke apart with each slam of Celestia’s ass on his groin, his strength ebbing to nothing. He breathed in shallow gulps, too weak to stand or move or do anything at the moment.
He went through this painstakingly slow process for who knows how long, all his senses dulled except for touch, the touch of Celestia’s smutten ass on his shaft. He could distantly smell sweat, semen, and other scents that one would incorporate with sex. He heard the angry grunts of Celestia, along with the loud moans of Luna as she squirted once more. His eyes glazed over Celestia’s backside as she reverse-cowgirled herself anally on him, while vaginally penetrating her sister with her strap on.
Looking over her tender flesh, Celestia’s wide rear, Luna’s sweat-soaked and slender body, he knew he had lost. The king never liked admitting defeat, mostly because he’s never had to do it before. Every battle he won had been through the use of his best generals, equipment, men, tactics, and merciless battle strategies. His own country was in great wealth from his carefully planned budget, and tight control of finances. In many ways, this was why he was widely loved by his people. A great leader one could look up to, be proud of, and gladly die for. But he knew he too had a limit, like all mortal men.
And in a few moments, that limit would be reached.
“Fine,” he muttered faintly, his voice raspy and no longer strong and full of gusto like before. “You... have a deal. Just... just stop. I beg of you. I can’t take... much more...” A bead of sweat dropped into his dull emerald eye.
“Fucking finally,” Celestia growled, too tired beyond belief. Garth was only feeling one end of the stick, while she had two shoved in her already. “You don’t give up easy, do you Garth? I swear, I thought we’d be here all night.”
“Oh gods, we’re going to cum again!” Luna shouted for what was the third time in the past few minutes, fresh tears and saliva flying from her face. Nodding in agreement, Celestia looked back down at Garth.
“But it would be rude of us two to leave a princess unsatisfied, would it not? So please, without further ado.” Celestia jumped higher than before, landing with her feet in the air, nothing but Garth’s dick to support her. Like skydiving onto a pole, or at least that’s what Garth thought it felt like to him.
It was at this moment Garth gave into his inhibitions and cummed for the third time that night, his dick feeling like a shaken bottle of champagne as the cork finally popped and released its foamy contents. Not even the best and most highly paid whores in his castle could manage what these two had done, and secretly, he had to commend them on that feat... if he wasn’t so weak from repeated sexual intercourse.
Celestia hummed to herself in delight as she herself came, her fluids pouring out but blocked by the dildo inside her pussy that her strap-on provided. Like an overflowing dam it poured out, mixing with the fluids coming off of Princess Luna. The princess hugged Celestia tightly, their breasts hot and sweaty as they pressed against one another.
The trio remained in this position for several seconds, a stream of semen dripping from Celestia’s asshole. Finally getting up, Garth’s penis dislodged from her asshole with a wet pop, the king panting like a dog all the while. Luna unwrapped herself from her sister, grabbing onto Celestia’s arm to support herself. Celestia brushed Luna’s sapphire hair, adjusting the crown atop her head in a loving sisterly fashion.
“There, now was that so hard?” Celestia asked, a smug grin on her beauteous, goddess like face. “Well, I guess it was really hard,” she laughed, noticing his penis finally going flaccid—like a tire running out of air.
Luna was ready to stand on her own two feet, her waist and legs slick from the combined sexual juices of herself, Celestia, and Garth’s semen. Celestia was in much of the same shape, but with a prideful, winning smile on her face. Garth just sat where he stayed the entire time, still struggling for breath after so many ejaculations in a row.
Picking up her dress while removing her strap-on and laying it on the floor before her, she fit one leg then the other through the gown. “I’ll have your administrators and counselors sign the agreement in the morning. You’re welcome to stay in the castle for as long as you want, with any room you pick. Stay as long as you need to.”
Pulling up her gown, she hid her voluptuous, naked body back beneath layers of fabric once more, but the imprint of her curves from top to bottom, her tattoos on her both of her abundant ass cheeks, her full, gorgeous breasts with those perky nipples he so enjoyed; he would always remember her for what she was a few moments ago: a powerful sex goddess, willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants.
With one hand, she brushed her hair to make it somewhat presentable, using the hem of her dress to wipe away the worse of her sweat from her face and show-offy chest. Walking to the exit of the room, she took care to get near the king and to rest a gentle hand on his shaved head. “We thank thee a most wonderful evening, Garth. Thou really must visit more often, hopefully under better circumstances than this. And once again, thank thee ever so much for that agreement for part of thine waterways. We’re looking forward to more negotiations in the future from thee.”
Leaving him with a kiss on top of his head, Celestia exited through the door, Garth not even bothering to throw an insult her way. Truthfully, he was still under shock at having been defeated so easily. He’s gone toe to toe with the most skilled warriors and greatest minds in the land, but there he was, a dog with his belly open to attack. And from two princesses he thought so weak...
And there was still one of them in the room. Princess Luna, the young ruler taking her sweet time putting her dress back on. Each tug and pull of her gown was slow and methodical, the fabric going nicely with her evenly tanned skin, snuggling with her lithe body in such an attractive way that many a lady would gladly sell their soul to a dark deity to have such a figure.
Noticing how he was still exposed, he quickly stuffed his cock back into his undergarments and moved his tunic to hide his shame. Luna’s face blushed deeply for a moment, and she cast her eyes away. She seemed almost... shy now. Like without the overcockiness of her sister nearby, she was more vulnerable. More herself.
Coughing awkwardly, she said, “Well, um... thanks for the good time, Garth.” She said his name with a touch of sweetness in her voice, like someone who was no longer a stranger. Well, they both technically counted as lovers now, so it could be that.
Struggling back to his shaky legs, he replied, “Don’t mention it. Ever. If word got out, I would probably die of embarrassment, or some assassin hired by one of my enemies that thought me as weak for being pushed around by two princesses.”
Luna stood there nervously, her lips pouted for a moment before she sighed. “Listen... it wasn’t my plan for this to happen. Celestia orchestrated everything.”
“Yeah, pretty much guessed that,” he replied bitterly, glaring at her with a vengeful eyes.
Luna held his gaze. “She does this all the time, you know. Force a leader to arrive at the castle, then sex them up until they’re too weak to disagree with her on something. Reason why she didn’t meet your agreement fully in the first place, was because she knew that was the only way to force your hand to come over here.”
So, he had been played the fool this time around. And here he thought he was the one with the full hand at the beginning, but really Celestia was the dealer the entire time. Any other time he would’ve chuckled and nodded his head in favor of such a smart move from an opponent, but now he was pissed beyond belief for being had.
“Really, this was her only choice, since you always send a minister or counselor in your stead,” she explained. “But congrats on lasting so long. I can safely say I’ve never seen Tia so angry before, or pleased for that matter.”
She said it in such a alluring way, with that cute face of hers with flushed cheeks and a little button nose, that Garth couldn’t help but blush himself. Sighing tiredly and brushing his short cut beard with an absent hand, he said, “Fine, I get it. You guys win, I lost. Enjoy your victory and leave me in peace.”
Huffing impatiently, she just walked past him, not before stopping next to his shoulder, her head barely reaching his chin. “Oh, and Garth. While you're staying in the castle, my door is always open to you. In case you want to make some... new negotiations with me.”
Leaving him with a playful slap on the ass and a giggle, she exited through the doorway much like her sister, leaving the king alone to collect his thoughts.
Well, that night wasn’t a total disaster. Painful feeling in his groin and having to share some of his waterways aside, he did just have sex with two of the most beautiful women he’d ever met. At the same time, too, and one just offered him more sex, and judging by Celestia’s parting words, her too.
A happy smile, one that he rarely formed for anyone to see, appeared on the king’s face as he took stock of a new potential future of lavish nights alone with both princesses. He’d just gotten a mere morsel at what they could do. And he was hungry for more... after he’d gotten a full night’s sleep, that was.
The door suddenly opened, the counselor’s pudgy face appearing in the opening. “Sire, is there anything I can do for you?”
Nodding his head at the man and flashing him a smile that surprised the counselor to no end, Garth said, “I’ll be staying in the castle for the next week. Make up room and board for my men, if you will.”
Walking over closer, an idea suddenly sprung up in the king’s mind. “And make sure my room is next to Princess Luna’s, if you would be so kind.”
The counselor’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “I take it the negotiations went well?”
Garth laughed, a joyous chuckle that made his face light up with enthusiasm. “Oh yes, they went wonderfully. In fact, I plan to have them continue on tomorrow night as well. Just to make sure we understand each other.”
