Principal Celestia’s Stable
Chapter Eleven: More of Her to Love, Darling!
-By Drace Domino

Principal Celestia leaned back in the middle of her couch, her lips twisted to a thoughtful, concerned expression. As soon as she settled young women moved to swarm against her - Fluttershy and Sunset snuggling in close, squeezing their pregnant tummies against their lover’s body. Even they looked concerned and they were dedicated to soothing their mistress’ woes, both girls moving their hands down to inch closer and closer to their teacher’s lap. They didn’t make it closer than a few inches before Celestia gently shook her head, letting them know that now wasn’t the time.

Not that she didn’t want to, of course, and she knew that her lovers had their hearts in the right place. It’s just that it was a little difficult to get in the mood, when...well…

“Wuaaaaah, I’m so hideeeeeeouuus!” Rarity’s wailing came from two rooms over, but was still loud enough for the whole house to hear. It was punctuated with intense sobbing that only the diva could muster, along with her high-pitched voice making dramatic claims one after the other. “I’m as big as...as the moon! And with even worse complexion!”

The trio sitting on the couch remained quiet for a long few seconds, with Sunset and Fluttershy exchanging nervous glances. Both of them were further along in their pregnancies than Rarity, and yet somehow...neither one of them had ballooned up quite as much as their stylish friend. At least not when they were at the same stage as her. They certainly sported plump, pregnant bellies that made it clear to anyone passing by that they had been bred, but Rarity? The maternity weight was hitting her hard, and the revelation that it was because she was having twins certainly didn’t help.

“Gosh, I feel so bad for her.” Fluttershy pouted, looking up to Principal Celestia with a soft expression playing on her adorable features. “But when I tried to bring her something to eat, she thought I was calling her fat. She still took the cookies, but...she was so scary!”

“It’s really bothering her.” Sunset Shimmer observed, her nose scrunched up in a thoughtful expression. A hand moved up to idly rest against Celestia’s tummy, pushing her own encouragement into the mix. “Principal Celestia? Isn’t there anything you can do for her?”

“I’ve tried, Sunset. Plenty of times.” Celestia murmured, and rubbed the back of her head. The woman that had been so cavalier about knocking up her students had never really thought about the possible difficulties - like the shattering of a hormonal young drama queen’s vanity. “Last time she yelled ‘you did this to me’ and threw a hair brush at me.”

“Maybe it’s in your approach?” Sunset tapped her lower lip, trying to reason things out. This sounded like a friendship problem, and Princess Twilight over in Equestria had taught her plenty about how to tackle those. “What have you been doing? How have you tried to engage her?”

“She’s...pretty worked up.” Celestia murmured. “Mostly asking if she’s okay, if she needs anything…” The dominant older woman, for once, looked a bit unsure. She even fidgeted in her seat, and in doing so exposed to Fluttershy and Sunset just how much this was bothering her, even if she hated to admit it. “...I’m getting worried about her, girls. It’s getting worse.”

“I’m a revolting cow! Moooooo moooooooo!” The wailing sound of Rarity’s drama continued through the room, piercing the trio to the point that all three of them winced. “Come one, come all, see the disgusting heifer woman, they’ll all say! Oh, I bet Applejack will be delighted, she can win a blue ribbon with me!”

“It...it sounds like she just needs to feel like she’s attractive.” Fluttershy’s simple, sweet wisdom was spot on, and Celestia’s brow lifted upon hearing it. “Um...you...you do find her pretty still, right?”

“Fluttershy, I’m under a lot of stress right now, so I’m going to be blunt and honest with you.” Celestia responded, turning to the pink-haired girl and giving her a flat look. There was no posturing, no dominant aura, no playing the role of mistress as she spoke. “She’s sexier to me now than she’s ever been. Seeing all you girls run around here pregnant twenty-four seven? I’m barely getting any sleep.”

Sunset and Fluttershy giggled, partly for the flattery and partly because the answer became clear. Sunset leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her teacher’s cheek, just before working a hand underneath her rump to begin pushing her from her seat. It wasn’t often that the teenage sluts that tended to Celestia forced her into action, but this time? This time, their friend’s well-being was on the line!”

“Go tell her that, Principal Celestia!” Sunset urged, before quickly adding. “But don’t...don’t try so hard to coddle her. Be yourself.”

“That’s right!” Fluttershy added, nodding so swift that her hair - and pregnant tummy - bounced. “Just be honest, and go with your instinct!”

“Well...it couldn’t hurt.” Celestia reasoned, and visibly winced when she heard another sharp sob coming from Rarity’s room. She took a deep breath, turned to her other two pets, and moved a hand across each of their heads in a fond, affectionate pet. “Thanks, girls. I love you.”

Being the undisputed queen of a harem of teenage girls had certain responsibilities, and as they days went by...Principal Celestia was embracing them more and more. A good thing, too, since a house full of bred bitches was turning into a full time job.

***

Principal Celestia let herself into Rarity’s room without bothering to knock. As soon as she did she could hear Rarity’s crying with finer clarity, and saw the fashionista laying on the bed facing away from her. She might as well get used to laying on her side - her belly bump was large for how far she was, and it was a guarantee that she’d be getting significantly wider than all the girls by the time she gave birth. Beyond the belly, though, Rarity’s body was changing...and despite what the girl herself thought of it, Celestia couldn’t have approved any more. The extra weight gain had given Rarity a pair of glorious plump breasts that made her bursting with womanhood, and even more weight had been added to her once-tiny ass and her smooth, delicate thighs. Now they were chubby stalks of ivory bliss that had visible overlap when Rarity wore knee-high stockings, and they squished together in tantalizing presses of flesh when she walked.

It was hard to say Rarity was getting fat, per say...but parts of her certainly were. As Celestia entered the room her eyes dropped immediately to the girl’s ass, confined only barely in a skirt that was simply too small for her girth. The older woman paused long enough to enjoy the sight - that delightful, tantalizing squish of flesh - and as she hardened beneath her jeans Rarity finally offered a sobbing whimper to greet the woman that did this to her.

“I know, I know, I’m being too loud.” She whimpered into her pillow, refusing to look back. “I’ll moo softer. Like a grotesque beast put out to pasture! M...Muh...moooooooo…”

“Hmm. I kind of like the sound of that.”

The words were delivered swift and even coldly, to the point that Rarity was outright shocked upon hearing them. It was enough that she started to roll onto her back, her eyes wide and showing that she had cried so hard her mascara ran all the way down to the edge of her chin. Long, black lines travelled across cheeks flushed from sadness, and Celestia could only feel herself stiffen harder at the sight. Soon Rarity was laying flat as Celestia approached, and though the young woman was filled with indignant rage, it didn’t stop the older woman from mounting the bed or interrupting her as she spoke.

“W-Why...how...how dare y-”

“You’re a perfect breeding slut. You’re my perfect breeding slut.” Fluttershy had told Celestia to be honest, to speak from instinct, and to let her passions flow. Celestia did just that as she moved to kneel beside Rarity’s head, positioned in such a way that the girl’s face wore a shadow cast by the bulge in her jeans. One hand dropped to Rarity’s hair while the other reached for her pregnant belly, pulling up Rarity’s shirt to let her fingers dance across it. “Two babies...I’m very proud of you, Rarity. None of the other girls are giving me two. And you carry them well.”

It was clear from the look in Rarity’s eyes...this was working. Her shocked outrage was swiftly melting at the unusual praise, and she was absolutely quivering underneath the touches afforded her. She was still gently crying and still laying there as a bundle of desperate nerves, so weary that she couldn’t even goad Celestia to continue. Thankfully for her, the principal went on regardless of Rarity fishing for compliments.

“Every time I see you like this...I just want to bend you over and jam my cock right into that wonderful, fat ass of yours.” She dropped the scandalous f-word, but was sure to accent how much she desired it. “I want to slap those chubby thighs while they’re wrapped around my waist. I want to spray my cum all over those big, beautiful tits.”

She clicked her tongue and tried to control herself - it was sorely, sorely tempting to unzip and do all those things right now, but she had a plan. A plan that would make Rarity feel like the princess she was.

“Get yourself cleaned up, Rarity.” Celestia ordered - her tone falling into that of the dominant mistress that broke this harem to her lusty will. She pulled the girl’s hair and started to lift her head from the mattress - making sure that her bulge brushed Rarity’s cheek as she did so. “We’re going out. Just you and me.”

“W...We are?” Rarity finally found the strength to speak when Celestia pulled her up. Her crying had stopped for the time being - eased as she was with the knowledge that she was desirable to the most important woman in the world to her. Fidgeting from side to side on the center of the mattress, the purple-haired diva cleared her throat, and dared to press the question further. Maybe she was a little worried that she really was being taken out to pasture. “W...Where are we going, Principal Celestia?”

“Every day you get thicker and hotter.” Celestia chirped back, and didn’t bother to look at Rarity as she made her way to the door. Instinct. Domination. Authority. Everything an emotional, pregnant teenager needed. “You need a new wardrobe that fits you better. I’m taking my best breeding bitch shopping.”

Once more, Rarity’s wails filled the halls of the house, but they were cries of jubilation rather than sorrow. No matter Rarity’s current emotional state, a fashionable shopping trip always did wonders for her self-image!

And Principal Celestia was all about making her sluts feel good.

***

A new ensemble was only half of the cure for Rarity’s baby blues. The real remedy came from something the fashionista loved even more than new clothes: showing them off! Principal Celestia sat in a comfortable chair outside the dressing room of an upscale clothing store - one that specialized in attire for women that were expecting. The helpful sales clerk had tried to guide Rarity in the right direction, but as soon as the pregnant young woman saw the racks upon racks of fresh new looks, she was more than happy to take the reins on her own. As Celestia sat contently Rarity walked back and forth to the dressing room carrying armfuls of clothing, and then popping out moments later to show off every new look.

A stylish pencil skirt and professional, button-up blouse. A cute yellow sundress with a white ribbon loosely wrapped around the waist. Mom jeans with flared cutts that stretched so tight around her plump rear that it looked like they were painted on. It didn’t matter what outfit Rarity showed off in between her trips, she was always met with a round of applause from the older woman patiently waiting - and if the sales clerk was nowhere to be seen - a lewd comment about just what she’d like to do to her in that outfit.

Needless to say, the shopping therapy was working. Rarity hadn’t let loose with so much as a sniffle by the time they left, and the more she stepped free of the dressing room to do another walkway spin the more she smiled. It was heartwarming for the older woman to see - although deep down she knew it was the adrenaline of the moment talking. Rarity loved fancy clothes and couldn’t help but smile when being surrounded by them, but her pregnancy pounds? Those would linger on her. Those would make her feel sad again, as soon as she was back home and the thrill of a new ensemble wore off.

If Celestia was going to truly help her student accept her new body type...she’d have to go to more drastic measures. Thankfully, they were measures that she was happy to take. After Rarity popped out and showed off a sleek jacket with an ankle-length skirt, Celestia gave the girl another round of applause and waited for her to pop back inside. Once she had, the older woman rose from her seat and made her way quietly over to the sales clerk, a hand slipping into her pocket as she did so.

“Give us about a half hour’s privacy.” Celestia held the girl’s arm and whispered against the edge of her ear, keeping her tone low as she surveyed the rest of the semi-crowded establishment. When the young woman working the register offered the slightest bit of protest, Celestia slipped her hand from her pocket to squeeze a fifty dollar bill within her palm. “Please?”

“Of...of course, ma’am!” The response came swiftly, and even with a gentle blush as she realized just what was about to happen in her store. “Have...have fun!”

Celestia intended to.

As the dressing room door opened from the outside, Rarity gave a tiny squeak and spun to see the face of her beloved teacher stepping inside. It was a spacious dressing room complete with a bench on one side and a full-body mirror on the other, easily big enough for the two women and everything that Celestia had planned. Rarity was barely dressed - her tits packed into a lacy bra she had brought from home that only barely contained her copious breasts, and her legs stuffed into knee-high stockings that ended at the middle of her thigh. Celestia took a second to appreciate it all, from the extra pudge escaping the sides of Rarity’s bra to the slight overhang above the nylons, flawless, smooth white flesh that only became more enchanting the curvier and softer it got.

“P...Principal Celestia!” Rarity gasped, holding another outfit up that she was just prepared to slide into. “Am I taking too long, darling? They don’t want the dressing room back, do they? I’m so sorry, I should be more decisive, it’s just that everything looks so go...mmmph!”

Rarity’s concerns were put to rest as the older woman wordlessly moved forward, wrapped her arms around the girl’s half-naked figure, and yanked her into a sudden kiss. The tiny noise of surprise Rarity offered was swiftly muffled by the tongue of her teacher, and Celestia held nothing back in making sure that Rarity knew exactly how attractive she found her. Their figures locked in tightly against one another and Celestia hands went right for the girl’s curves - hands greedily pawing down Rarity’s thicker hips before slamming against her pudgy rear with an audible clap. From there her fingers dug in deep, making Rarity quiver as she squeezed the girl’s ass so hard that she had no choice but to grind forward and experience the bulge pressing against Celestia’s jeans.

Rarity’s heart was left aflutter, the clothing dropping from her hands and her body practically melting against Celestia’s own. With how emotional she had been lately, this level of unbridled affection was sorely needed...and it made her feel all the sexier for the attention. The fingers on her rear, the grind of Celestia’s lap, all of it left Rarity nearly lightheaded, but just before she completely collapsed within her teacher’s arms the principal pulled her head back to offer Rarity a sharp, heavy whisper.

“I paid off the sales girl.” She murmured, and walked her way towards the bench with Rarity in tow. As Celestia started to sit Rarity naturally moved to join her - but the older woman instead gestured to the floor, ordering her student onto her knees right in front of her. “Because I can’t wait another second to fuck those big, gorgeous tits of yours.”

Filthy talk. Harsh demands. Showing just how much she craved Rarity...that was how she’d fix the girl’s depression. The excitement of clothing would wear off, but one thing Rarity would take away from that evening was the knowledge that the woman that bred her found her endlessly attractive. That the pounds she gained only made Celestia’s cock harder, and that the older woman would never tire from fucking her. Rarity was already blushing by the time she dropped to her knees, and her hands slinked behind her back to unhook her bra before she even responded. Obedient. Domesticated. Grateful to serve.

“O...Of course, Principal Celestia…” Rarity whispered, and when her bra came free her enormous tits came flopping forward. She hefted her hands underneath each one - both of them a solid three pounds heavier than they were before she got pregnant, dense and squishy and sporting a large areola with a noticeably stiff nipple. “Y...You’re sure you...you really like them?”

Celestia’s response came simply by slipping a hand into her pocket before flipping to Rarity a tiny travel bottle of lube - the perfect thing for a deviate school teacher on the go.

“First your tits, then your ass.” Celestia chirped, and stretched back on the bench to get nice and comfortable. “You’re my perfect breeding slut...but that doesn’t mean I’m going to stop fucking you now that you’re already knocked up.”

Rarity, fumbling with the bottle before catching it in between her enormous breasts, gazed back at Celestia with stars in her eyes. She might be leaving the clothing store with with mascara staining her cheeks once more, but this time...this time they’d be tears of happiness.

With the bottle of lube tossed to the side, Rarity pushed her palms against her exposed, full tits and squished them together with Celestia’s rod trapped between. Both women hissed in pleasure from the impact - Celestia from the delightful embrace of her greased cock nestled against the pregnant student’s tits, and Rarity from the deep satisfaction that came in knowing that she was still desired. The older woman stretched a hand down to comb her fingers through the front of Rarity’s hair and down along her cheek, finalizing the gesture by dipping her forefinger underneath her chin to lift it up just a little bit. She caught Rarity’s gaze in her own and settled against the bench, purring as she prepared for a semi-public titjob.

“Look at me while you do it, Rarity.” She cooed a soft command, and licked her lips in a growing heat. “Just watch what you do to me.”

“Y...Yes, Principal Celestia, anything for you, darling.” Rarity’s voice sounded nervous, but in truth the pregnant teenager was on cloud nine. The command to look at Celestia’s face was an invitation to watch the older woman’s happiness - to witness in undeniable clarity the pleasure that her extra pounds could bring. She was already feeling more self confident by the minute, and with a soft giggle rising from her throat Rarity squeezed her tits a little harder together, finally starting to push them up and down that throbbing, pearl-pink rod. “It’s...it’s so exciting, isn’t it?! To think, all of those stylish people outside might hear us!”

Knowing the way Rarity got worked up, there was no question that they would. With a tiny grin Celestia simply gave the girl a nod, but otherwise stretched back and kept herself joyful and content with everything Rarity was doing. The heavy press of those perfect white tits against her cock, the sight of her own tip disappearing between those marshmallows only to pop up glistening in lube, the fun that was to be had by seeing if she could time her own thrust to tap Rarity’s chin...Celestia savored it all, and every last bit of pleasure was fueled by the pregnant, twin-bearing slut that had been so down on herself. She wasn’t just trying to make Rarity feel better because it’d make things quieter around the house...she was doing it because it was what Rarity deserved.

And nothing Celestia told her that day would be a lie.

“I’m so proud of you, Rarity…” The older woman began, rocking her hips in time with the slap of Rarity’s breasts, doing her best to maintain herself. The grip of the girl’s tits was a warmth that Celestia rarely got to enjoy - most of her students had yet to really grow in the pregnancy breasts that were necessary to keep her dick trapped. “Giving me twins? Getting bigger tits, thicker thighs, and a pudgy, fuckable ass? You’re spoiling your mistress, you know.”

“I...I admit, I…” Rarity quivered with emotion, but didn’t relent. Her gaze remained fixed on Celestia’s own, just as her breasts continued to slap, slap, slap against the older woman’s lap. “I was...a bit emotional about it, you may have noticed. S-So afraid that if I didn’t maintain my runway figure that you’d lose interest in me…”

“Every pound you pick up makes me want to wrap you around my cock more.” Celestia purred, her voice heavy and hot and her peak starting to build. She’d let herself race to climax for now, since she was planning on enjoying Rarity’s ass for the encore. “When I think about how big you’re going to be in five months...mmm. You’re never going to keep me away, you hot...thick...slut.”

Rarity was blushing vibrantly, left speechless and in awe of her teacher’s praise by the time Celestia’s orgasm came. She was thus caught unaware until the first splash of cum struck her chin from underneath, and when she turned to face the impending rush it overtook her beautiful features in a sudden explosive torrent of cream. Celestia hissed from the back of her throat while her length spasmed between Rarity’s oiled tits, and she even lowered her hands to the back of Rarity’s head, ensuring that the girl was unable to pull away from that gooey firing range. She twitched and convulsed as her dick squirted rope after rope across Rarity’s gasping lips and chubby cheeks, only stopping when the final burst was freed. Once she was done, Celestia pulled her hands away and offered Rarity a sharp, short order - her tone wasn’t the same consoling lover in that moment, but it was something Rarity needed even more.

Mistress Celestia was going to make Rarity feel like a thoroughly used - and deeply appreciated - whore.

“Get up and turn around. Look at the mirror.”

Rarity was still wearing cum across her ivory face by the time the order came, and she gave a little gasp from the back of her throat as she moved to oblige. Pressing her hands to Celestia’s knees, she began to rise up from her own, spinning on a heel and moving to face the body length mirror on the other side of the dressing room. There, the girl could see her shameful state in all its glory - tits that were glistening with lube, a face that was dripping her teacher’s cream by the second, and a fat, mostly-naked figure that was the eager slut of her teacher. The round belly of a pregnant teenager, the overlapped pudge of her thighs just above the line of her nylons, and most alluring of all, the rising figure of the taller, older woman from behind her.

Principal Celestia brought herself to full height behind the fashionista and lifted her hands to the girl’s shoulders, squeezing them from behind as she stood in such a position that her cock could swing forward. It slipped ahead to the point that it found itself trapped between the chubby excess of Rarity’s thighs, and once it was there by pure instinct Rarity closed her legs to keep the unit trapped. There Rarity stood, chunky and cum-covered and oiled for pleasure, the pearl-pink tip of her teacher’s dick sticking out from just underneath her own wet, trembling pussy. Celestia pressed hard against her from behind, grinding slowly back and forth to keep Rarity’s cunt quivering as she spoke.

“You’re going to give me two fat, happy babies because you’re my cock-hungry breeding slut, Rarity.” Celestia whispered, but not all that softly. Frankly, she didn’t care if anyone outside heard. As she spoke one of her hands possessively moved around the girl’s body, up until the point that she could trail her fingers around Rarity’s round, pregnant tummy. By that point, plenty of cum dangling from the girl’s cheeks had fallen down only to splash against it, and Celestia delighted in rubbing that creamy sin against that swollen, goosebump-riddled belly. “You’re going to get fatter, and I’m still going to fuck you. You’re going to get so big you can barely get out of bed...and I’m going to be there to jam my cock inside of you. And when you finally have our babies and you’re suddenly skinny again...well…”

Celestia allowed her hips to grind forward at just the right angle that her tip squeezed against Rarity’s pussy - if only to remind her just who she belonged to.

“I’m going to knock you up again.” Celestia promised, voice hot against the ear of the rapidly-trembling young woman. “So what I’m saying Rarity...is get used to being my chubby whore. This is what you look like now, and it’s because it’s what your owner wants.”

Harsh words. Harsher than those that Celestia had used with her pets recently, especially after Luna showed her the virtues of considering her pregnant teenage harem as lovers rather than property. But for this particular instance...a little rough love was called for, and judging by the look on Rarity’s face, it landed with perfect precision.

Principal Celestia had painted for Rarity an image of the future where she was little more than her principal’s breeding sow - fat and pregnant as much as she could be, knocked up at every opportunity and always existing to pleasure that pearl-pink dick. There was no worry about her image. No fear that she wasn’t loved. Principal Celestia had laid everything out nicely for her...this was what she was meant to be, and there was no reason to feel self-conscious.

“T...Thank you...s-so much...Principal Celestia…” Rarity was crying again, and once more her mascara started to run. She glanced back over her shoulder and gazed fondly at the older woman, practically quivering in sentimental emotion while Celestia’s dick continued to probe her pussy. “Y...You’re...oh, darling, I love you so much…”

“I love you too, Rarity.” Celestia cooed from behind, and gave the girl’s pregnant belly one last, cum-covered stroke. “Now bend over. I’m going to fuck your fat ass right here, right now.”

Principal Celestia. A wonderful educator, and a considerate, generous lover.

***

Rarity winced as her teacher’s well-lubed dick forced its way into her ass, and she was treated to the sight of her cum-soaked features the entire time. Celestia was holding Rarity’s hair by a tight fist at the back of her head, ensuring that even though the younger girl was leaning forward with her hands on her knees, she’d always be able to see the lust with which she was claimed. As Celestia found herself all the way inside the girl squeaked from the impact, and her heavy tits and pregnant belly swayed as her teacher’s lap clapped against the ample curve of her pudgy rear. There was no doubt about it - people outside the dressing room were going to hear her get fucked, even if she was able to stay totally silent. The noise of her extra padding would do all the announcing needed.

“Look at what a good, hungry little slut you are.” Celestia cooed as she pulled her hips back, making Rarity squirm the entire time as her dick slithered back from that tightly-gripping entrance. She moved until the tip of her cock was only barely gripped by Rarity’s ivory ring, only to slam forward once more with another loud clap that filled the air around them. “Such a big, fuckable ass, too! No wonder I get rock hard every time I see you get up and go to the fridge!”

The words were crass and dismissive, even cruel by most metrics, but for Rarity? For Rarity in the heat of that moment, they only spoke of Celestia’s utter acceptance of her new body. She whimpered and smiled as she studied her features and how the streaks of white clung to her, her tongue pushing past her lips to claim the slightest taste. She was a hungry young woman, whether it was ice cream or her teacher’s spunk on the menu. While Rarity tended to the streaks on her face Celestia continued to savor her ass, pulling back and thrusting back in with gestures that were harder than they were fast - strikes coming at a gradual pace, but each one landing with authority and force within Rarity’s tender, well-stretched hole.

When Celestia’s free hand lifted to give Rarity a spank across her pudgy ass the fashionista squeaked once more, and the older woman enjoyed the bounty of her hole squeezing all the tighter - not to mention the playful sight of Rarity’s ass jiggling from the impact. Another spank came and then a third in the exact same spot, up until the point that Celestia feared her student would make more noise than the staff outside could tolerate. Once she hit that point her hand slid around Rarity’s body to scoop underneath her pregnant belly just as she herself leaned forward - squishing her own bare breasts to Rarity’s back and holding her carriage secure as she lind her lips up to the back of the girl’s ear.

“If I fuck you this hard in public?” Celestia mused, and framed her face so that Rarity could see them both in the mirror - a teacher and student caught in a filthy, depraved relationship. “Just imagine how me and the girls are going to ruin you tonight, slut.”

“Y...Yes...p...please…” Rarity begged, her voice quivering past her lips and resounding with a pleading, desperate need for this delightfully rough treatment. “Please...M-Mistress…”

Celestia was grinning from ear to ear as she fucked her stylish slut, clapping her hips forward to crash to Rarity’s rear and plunging her length down far into her depths. She continued to keep her own chest crushed to Rarity’s back just as one hand balanced that pregnant belly, ensuring that even with its owner getting fucked vigorously and viciously in the ass, it wasn’t jostled or shaken. As she loomed above Rarity she lost herself in the scent of the girl’s hair and her fancy perfume, layered kiss after hungry kiss to her bare shoulders and the back of her neck, and more than a few times returned to Rarity’s ear - nipping at it sharply between her teeth or simply whispering more promises of just what was going to happen that night.

“All the other girls are going to watch me wrap you around my cock…” She hissed, just as Rarity was biting her bottom lip and fighting off an orgasm. Even without Celestia inside of her pussy, she was simply left tender and raw and overwhelmed with emotion. “When I’m done, they’re going to take turns with our strap-ons. We’re all fucking you tonight, Rarity...and we’re all going to enjoy every new curve you have. And when you’re a sweaty, dirty, sticky mess, you’re going to thank us by eating every one of their pussies after I fill them, too.”

The words offered by Celestia weren’t just dirty talk - they were a promise. Applejack, Fluttershy, Sunset, and Pinkie Pie would be ready and eager by the time they got home, and Celestia was sure that she could get Luna and her personal pet Rainbow Dash in on the fun, as well. That night, Rarity’s extra curves would be downright worshipped by the women that loved her, but for now...for now she was the depraved cocksleeve wrapped around her teacher’s dick, trying not to scream in public.

With one final push Celestia slammed herself down to the hilt, her balls clapping against Rarity’s rump as she hissed in a spasming release. Her cock pulsed for the second time that afternoon and unloaded a dose of cream even larger than the one previous, the woman shuddering in bliss as the sensations flooded through her. Rarity’s tight white ring milked her dick for all it was worth as the chubby teen whimpered in her own trembling climax, her pussy left glistening and sensitive and her thighs wet with juice. She hadn’t yet been stricken with a truly impactful orgasm, but...it was coming. Once they got home.

When Celestia pulled free of Rarity’s ass, she was swift to move down, grasping Rarity’s panties from the floor and helping the girl step into them. She made sure they were perfectly in place before too much cum escaped - she wanted the pregnant teenager to sit with garments damp with the proof of her teacher’s love for her. When Rarity finally managed to straighten her back and look to her principal, Celestia was already sliding back into her jeans, wearing a playful smile as she regarded the pretty young woman.

“Well? Did you pick out some outfits you like?” Celestia finally asked, as if the past half hour hadn’t actually happened. “You can get any three that you li--”

She was silenced as Rarity darted forward, pressed her pregnant body against the older woman, and hugged her as tightly as she could. Tears on her cheeks, cum leaking from her ass, and a joyful sob passing through her lips as she lost herself in her principal’s warmth.

“Thank you...thank you so much…” It seemed like the lesson got through to her. She knew just how beautiful she was, and just how much Celestia enjoyed her that way. “I love you, Principal Celestia...I’m so happy to...to be your breeding bitch…”

Celestia just beamed, and pressed a gentle kiss to Rarity’s forehead.

“Breeding bitch and girlfriend.” She corrected the teenager, keeping in mind Luna’s lessons. “And I love you, too.”

End of Chapter 11.

Author's Note

Chubby Rarity? That's a good quality Rarity, right there.

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