Principal Celestia’s Stable
Chapter Thirteen: Breakfast for the Family
-By Drace Domino

Principal Celestia asked a lot from her students, and she asked even more from those that shared a roof with her. Nearly every night her beautiful harem of young women spent their evening in service to their thick-cocked teacher, worshipping her dick while she relaxed from a hard day of work, allowing her into their holes no matter how tired - or how pregnant - they were. Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Sunset Shimmer had grown accustomed to a joyful life filled with the sort of delight that only Principal Celestia could provide for them, while Rainbow Dash and Vice Principal Luna enjoyed similar but more romantic moments together in another wing of the house. Two tiny families of unique natures wedged together, with two perfect, flawless cocks that were effectively tended to at all hours of the day.

And though Principal Celestia asked a great deal of her girls, she was sure to reward them, as well. Most of her rewards came quite naturally - affection, attention, a warm bed to share surrounded by other young ladies, prenatal care under her CHS insurance plan, and of course - all the warm, rich cum that they could drink in an evening. All of those were easy to provide and came as a part of their joyous lifestyle without any extra effort. She’d never be too tired to thread her fingers fondly through Fluttershy’s hair, to stroke her fingers across Rarity’s enormously pregnant belly, or to force her cum straight down into the gasping gullet of Sunset Shimmer while she was facefucked over the edge of the bed.

But it was in the other things Principal Celestia did for her students that she really showed how much she cared. Things that didn’t necessarily come naturally to her.

“Oh dear...again? Maybe five more minutes,” Celestia scowled as she opened the oven one Sunday morning, her nose scrunching up as she glared at a tray of cinnamon rolls that still hadn’t properly risen. They were just another thing that she was failing to cook that morning - part of a typical ritual that took place in their home that Celestia almost always struggled with. It was by her loving demand that Sunday mornings were the days that the girls were all meant to sleep in, to share that big, warm, cozy bed with one another while their loving principal put in the effort to make them breakfast. She’d tried to do this for weeks at this point - rising up at five in the morning and shuffling about in an apron and nothing else, trying to hash together a glorious meal befitting the army of pregnant teenagers that effectively worshipped her.

And that week, just like every week, she was failing at her goal.

“Noooo, no no no, not like this--” Celestia hissed as she looked up from the under-done cinnamon rolls, only to poke at a tray of stovetop biscuits that weren’t properly plumping up. One of them was rising far too tall while the others looked completely deflated, cooked with uneven heat and composed of an uneven mixture. She was not a good cook, and she’d proven as much time and time again for the past few weeks.

As far as the girls were concerned, they never really minded. Usually by the time they’d make their way to the kitchen - naked and cradling their collectively pregnant tummies - they’d find that Principal Celestia had laid out a big meal of fast food breakfast or boxes of cereal nearly stacked to the ceiling. Both options were more than a treat for the ravenous appetite of a gang of bred teens, but every time Celestia tried and failed to put together a fitting breakfast, she got a little more frustrated with herself. All she wanted to do was something nice for the young women she loved! All she wanted was to put forth some of the effort to treat them the way that they did her!

That particular morning, she was taking it rough. Surrounded and flanked on all sides by half-cooked meals and a lack of ingredients, Principal Celestia was frustrated and red-faced, sitting at the breakfast table with her face in her hands. Completely naked aside from the apron that proudly demanded that everyone kiss the cook, she couldn’t help but feel like that command was never more inappropriate. She didn’t deserve kisses! With her lack of ability to put together a big meal for her lovers, she didn’t deserve any of their affections! It was a rare thing for the almost constantly confident Principal Celestia to feel so frustrated and low, and as such she didn’t even realize that two of her lovers had come downstairs early, drawn by the noise from below. She didn’t know she wasn’t alone until a pair of gentle hands dropped against her shoulders from both sides, and with a sharp gasp she lifted her head, looking from side to side.

“Principal Celestia, darling…” Rarity tilted her head, her lower lip trembling and a look of gentle concern lined against her features. “Are...are you crying, dear?”

“Why all the frettin’, Principal Celestia?” Applejack wore a similar look of worry on her face, practically pouting. It was clear that neither of them enjoyed seeing their teacher in such a state. “I ain’t never seen you so low.”

“I...I…” Principal Celestia took a deep breath in that moment, reaching a hand up and brushing it through her long, luxurious, thick hair. She took a deep breath to keep herself in check, staying controlled and focused even while surrounded by her failures. How could she look at Applejack and Rarity and tell them the truth? How could she confess to being an awful cook?! Those girls put so much trust in her, and it was apparent just by looking at them - both were naked in the kitchen, with Applejack sporting an obviously pregnant belly with swollen tits, and Rarity doubly so. The fashionista was carrying twins, and the extra weight had given her a body type once thought impossible for her slender physique. Her belly was enormously stretched and her breasts were each as big as her head - typically with the hint of milk glistening at her pronounced nipples. She was only a few weeks away from her due date, after all, and inside her there were two hungry mouths that Celestia knew she wouldn’t be able to cook for. It only made the older woman tense up as she stumbled towards answering, and she only managed to stammer quietly as she looked between the two. “I...was trying to...to...I wanted to--”

“Beggin’ yer pardon, Principal Celestia,” Applejack interrupted her with a kind smile, before gesturing towards the kitchen. “But cookin’ for a family as big an’ happy as ours is too big a job for just one person. Granny Smith always pulled me out of bed to help her cook for four of us, and we got--” She paused as she counted on her fingers. “--eight in ours, counting Luna and Dash.”

“Darling, you already do so much for us,” Rarity cooed, and smoothed her hands across her lover’s back, going from shoulder to shoulder. She even leaned forward to rest the underside of her massively pregnant belly against Celestia’s head - something she knew from experience that the older woman took great delight in. She loved to be reminded of how effectively she bred that particular teenage tramp. “You spend hours every night making sure we’re satisfied. You give us so much delicious cum to gobble up. You make us feel like princesses in your home. You shouldn’t also have to cook for us...at least not alone.”

“Then it’s decided, then!” Applejack clapped her hands together, and as she did so her own heavy tits jiggled from the impact. “We’re gonna help you cook breakfast from now on, Principal Celestia! And we ain’t takin’ no for an answer!”

Celestia bit her bottom lip, pondering the demand that Applejack made. It wasn’t in her usual style to simply...allow the girls to have whatever they wanted. She was always the one in charge. The top bitch of the house. The controlling force that guided the actions and the desires of her harem of lovely young women. But that said...she obviously needed the help, and she could hardly think of two better girls to assist in the morning. In a perfect world, Pinkie Pie could be brought on to help make donuts and pastries for the morning, but...if she was being completely honest, Pinkie Pie was a lot. Especially this early in the day. Finally, Celestia slowly rose up to her feet, and she spun on her heels to look to the other two young women. Her hands stretched out to first caress along their cheeks before descending steadily lower - finally resting atop their pregnant bellies where her palms went flat for a few lingering, affectionate seconds. No kicks that morning - it seemed like her babies within her lovers were dozing peacefully, like the rest of her sluts upstairs.

“Girls,” she began, smiling, completely abandoning any trace of hopelessness or insecurity. Just like that, Principal Celestia was back to normal...and the front of her apron’s lap was starting to tent. “It’ll be hard work to make breakfast for everyone, but...that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while we do it.”

***

Nothing under Celestia’s roof was untouched by a layer of intense, inappropriate lust for her bred, teenage sluts. She adored their bodies like nothing else in this world, and relished enjoying them at every single opportunity. On Mondays through Saturdays, she was used to being woken up by the feeling of five different mouths working across her - sucking her shaft down to the hilt, kissing her balls or teasing her ass, or simply nibbling on her thighs because they couldn’t find room anywhere else. Every morning of the weekday, she had a tendency to send a different girl to school with a creampie to keep her warm - while Saturdays were spent making sure that everyone had a dose of hot principal spunk in her pussy before they got out of bed.

And it seemed like Sundays were going to become yet another ritual of desire underneath Celestia’s roof - making breakfast with the principal in the most profane and filthy way possible.

“Y...Y’see, Principal Celestia, it…it, ah--” Applejack squirmed in place, braced as she was at the very edge of the counter. She was sitting there with her back against the cupboard and her knees bent and spread, one hand balancing her pregnant belly while the other was gripped around the edge of the countertop. “It’s...important that ya...make sure there’s a nice glaze on your apples before...before bakin’ them…”

“I see, Applejack,” Celestia cooed, just as she pinched another thick slice of freshly-peeled apple and pushed it against an already overly-stuffed pussy. “I’m so glad you’re here to help show me the proper way to prepare them.”

“H-Happy to help!” Applejack shivered, before nibbling on her lower lip and blushing. “But...but maybe next time we can take the apples out of the fridge ahead of time. They’re...oh goodness me, they sure are cold.”

“No promises, Applejack.”

By that point, Applejack had lost count of how many apple slices had been stuffed inside of her pussy. As Principal Celestia squeezed yet another inside with a slow and deliberate push of her finger, she could feel all the others within squirming to make room - shuffling and falling into place, grinding against her walls and reminding her just how chilly they were. The farmgirl gave another sharp gasp as Celestia worked it in past the pregnant teen’s folds and then slowly withdrew her finger, only to give a fond caress to the outside of Applejack’s slit before slowly standing upright. After grabbing a nearby washcloth, Celestia wiped her hands clean of the sticky apple juice, and quirked a brow as she reached down to pat her hand against Applejack’s belly.

“Just keep them inside for a few minutes, Applejack, while I help Rarity.”

The young woman blushed and nodded, nibbling on her lower lip while she let her eyes dart across the kitchen. Up to that point, Rarity had been making an honest effort to put together a breakfast for the family - no doubt with the full expectation that Applejack would do the same when it was her turn to have fun with their older lover. Sure enough, when Principal Celestia casually walked over to the fashionista, Applejack reached out to claim an orange juice squeezer that she rested in between her tits, and started to work at a fresh-cut orange while she watched. That was the nature of their assistance - one of the girls put together something actively helpful in making the full-course meal while the other engaged in a bit of fun...while still making something productive. It was fairly clear just what Rarity’s next role would be as Celestia approached her, only to swing a hand out and pick up an empty pitcher as she did so.

“Rarity, looks like you did a great job cutting the hash browns,” Celestia smiled, just as she took the girl by the hand and started to lead her over to the table. While the heavily pregnant teen followed behind, Celestia soon swung the pitcher forward to drop it in the center, and positioned her pregnant teen lover to stand near it. She helped to lift Rarity’s enormous belly up and atop the edge, and while the table strained underneath the weight of her twin-bearing tummy, Celestia still doted on her with love and affection. “But you know, we don’t really have enough milk for everyone. So...would you mind?”

As Rarity realized the full intentions of her older lover - with the empty pitcher fully within her gaze - she blushed heavily. There was no protest as she braced herself and even leaned forward as much as she was able, wincing a bit as her heavy, enormous tits strained her back while she did so. She managed to position one of them just above the wide open mouth of the pitcher - a heavy task to fill it up, but one that she knew Celestia was certainly up to. As the principal maneuvered in such a way that the nearby Applejack could watch everything as it happened, Rarity gave a nervous swallow and shot a blushing glance to her rustic friend.

“D...Darling, you’re...you’re spilling orange juice all over yourself,” she observed, watching as bright drops of it ran down across Applejack’s tits, over her belly, and across her thighs. And she couldn’t notice one mess without noticing the other. “And...I believe you’re leaking apple juice, dear.”

“Rarity, iffin’ I were you, I wouldn’t be the one fussing about making a mess,” Applejack smirked in response, just as she began to squeeze another orange’s juice out. It was true that she was sticky beyond all measure by that point - practically marinated in fruit juice outside and within, but it was similarly true that Rarity would be in quite the sloppy state before too long, herself. Applejack had already taught Celestia the proper way to milk a heifer like Rarity - it was one of the first intimate lessons the three shared together as soon as the stylish young woman began complaining about her swollen tits having sore, sensitive nipples. She knew just how much milk Rarity’s enormous breasts could hide away, especially when it had been a few days since she was last given some form of relief. The mere thought of it was enough to make Applejack’s nethers tighten, which only managed to grind the apple slices stuffed deep in her pussy all the more.

It was going to be a sticky, sticky morning all around.

“Mmm, you’ve got such wonderful breasts, Rarity,” Principal Celestia finally spoke, shifting a hand down in order to fondle her teenage lover. She was greedy in that moment, reaching out with both palms to press them against the underside of Rarity’s tits - groping, fondling, squeezing, and of course, paying particular attention to those sensitive nipples. She left one of them alone for the moment while paying particular attention to the one hovering above the open pitcher - going so far as to suddenly pinch it and grind up and down with her fingers, just as her free hand shifted to the same breast to begin a slow and steady knead. All it would take to get Rarity to start producing was a bit of fond attention, if experience had taught her anything. The only other way to get the fashionista’s tits to start squirting milk was to fuck her squarely in the ass, but...they only had so much time to make quite a bit of breakfast. “Just think of everyone coming downstairs and enjoying a nice, warm glass of Rarity milk. All those happy, pregnant bellies...all those girls licking their lips and talking about how good it tastes…”

Her words were having quite the effect on Rarity, but also on Celestia herself, as evidenced by the fact that her cock was obviously rock hard underneath her apron. She was sticking straight out to the point that she had the apron lifted up enough that the underside of her balls were exposed, hanging nestled between her thighs and clearly shivering from excitement. What had started as a frustrated morning born from one woman’s desire to do right by her family was turning into a thrilling activity shared among it - a perfect celebration of how much these pregnant teenage sluts meant to her. When Celestia spoke again, there was no hesitation or deceit in her voice, simply the tone of an older, thick-cocked woman that deeply appreciated the loyalty and the love that was afforded to her by her harem. Her stable.

“The bigger your belly gets, the more I want to fuck you,” Celestia confided in Rarity, and though her words weren’t exactly romantic, they certainly shook the stylish young woman like they were. Rarity actively struggled to keep her knees steady, bracing herself on open palms against the table, a blush rising to her cheeks while she started to quiver. She was so desperately near the point of milking - pushed to the edge by the kneading and the affection, but even more so by those lusty words that only barely hid the fact that Celestia would fuck her right then and there if they had time. “Once you have these twins, Rarity...I’m going to knock you up again. And again. And again. That skinny little thing you used to be? Just a memory you’ll only visit in between being pregnant. Just like Applejack...and Pinkie Pie...and everyone.”

Celestia smiled wickedly as she leaned down, pressing her lips flush against the ear of her trembling, ivory-skinned slut. It was eight months ago that a supposed suit-fitting had turned into an unexpected creampie, and by that point Rarity had been effectively claimed by the older woman. Twisted to her service. Made to worship the ground she walked on and the air her cock swung through. And as such, all it took was that one final whisper to make Rarity’s tugged teat start to unleash its torrent.

“The only clothes you’ll ever design again are maternity ones.”

“...oh goodness, darling...darling, I...I…”

And it began. Applejack watched from the sideline - absolutely coated in juice by that point thanks to her messy work - and even she was left gasping when she caught the sheer velocity with which Rarity’s sensitive, tender nipple started to squirt. It could’ve easily put one of the heifers at Sweet Apple Acres to shame as a spray of white sloshed against the glass basin of the pitcher, swirling around until it settled, only to be struck by another jet of milk. And another. And another. Rarity was shuddering in place, her hair hanging at the sides of her head and her mouth open in a desperate and constant groan - threads of spit dangling from the corners of her mouth which only managed to narrowly miss the pitcher itself. Celestia milked her like the expert she’d become, with one hand holding that perfect, ivory tit and the other teasing her nipple in constant motions.

It went on for quite some time, and all while Applejack was forced to watch in an increasingly juicy state. The pitcher was well-more than half-filled by the time Rarity’s first tit ran dry, and Celestia shifted it underneath the other without a single word further. This time, it took mere seconds to get Rarity to produce yet again, and soon the level of milk in the pitcher started to rise once more - inching closer and closer to the lip, even splashing it so high that it fell to the table below. Through it all, Celestia’s motions were controlled and measured and she kept abreast of the situation, making sure that by the time she stopped milking Rarity the pitcher was as close to filled as she could muster without spilling. Unfortunately for the fashionista, that meant one breast was only partially drained, and she was pouting by the time her principal released her grasp and stood upright once more.

“But...but...but there’s...there’s so much more, I…” That much was evident even without Rarity’s begging whimpers - dots of milk constantly leaking from the tip of her nipple, cascading across her heavily pregnant belly and rolling down to the table below. She gazed at Celestia with wide and downright desperate eyes, only satiated when the older woman slid a finger underneath the girl’s chin and gave her a reassuring wink.

“That’s my special reserve,” she explained, with the casual promise that she’d be back for the rest. “You know I can’t drink my coffee black, Rarity. Now...you rest while I see how Applejack is doing.”

With that, the principal of CHS gently eased her heavily-pregnant teenage slut down into the nearest chair, and after making sure that her and that enormous ivory belly were balanced, casually began to approach her other whore. As she did so, she grasped her apron at the center and smoothly and simply tore it free - casting it down to the floor below and padding completely naked to the juice-covered farmgirl.

“...golly gosh.” Applejack whispered to herself, eyes wide and nethers tightening, only further grinding the apple slices stuffed deep within her cunt.

***

Applejack was squirming mere moments later, her toes curling and those large, orange juice covered tits bouncing as she felt Celestia’s fingers and tongue working within her. The principal of CHS didn’t even bother to inform Applejack of what she had in mind before dropping down into a squatting position, burying her face between the thighs of her young lover and getting right to work. She closed her lips around Applejack’s hood and took great delight in slurping the juice from her folds - a blend of squeezed apple’s nectar and the self-stylized flavor of Applejack herself. While Celestia worked her forehead was left nuzzling against the underside of Applejack’s pregnant belly, and she pressed in close not only to make sure her beloved student received as much pleasure as possible, but to help support that lovely tummy while she worked.

Fingers curled and her tongue spread those trembling petals as she worked the pieces of apple free - some of them crunched in half while others miraculously remained intact - only to lift them and drop them into a nearby open bowl, now glazed in Applejack’s flavor. From time to time she spared herself a moment to grab a drink, and to do so all she needed to do was tilt her head to the side and drag her tongue across Applejack’s thigh to claim some of the orange juice that had leaked down across it. It was gloriously messy work, perhaps even the sloppiest that Celestia could remember in recent memory with her beloved students, and the flavor was overwhelming. The sugary sweetness of orange juice. The tang of apple juice. The heated, musky taste of a pregnant teenager’s quivering pussy. It was downright intoxicating, and Celestia was sure the rest of the family would love it as much as she did. Bit by bit she fished out the rest of the chunks of apple, but she didn’t push Applejack to the point of release - instead simply standing upright, and allowing the tip of her enormous cock to smack idly across the other girl’s backside.

“G...Gosh, Principal Celestia, that...that was sure...somethin’...” Applejack was sweat-glazed and exhausted, trembling and twitching while offering Celestia a weak but satisfied smile. She was too polite to beg the older woman to fuck her into a state of climax - and even reached to reclaim the orange juice squeezer so she could get back to work. “But I...I still have lots of work to do, so I--”

“Shh,” Celestia hissed, just as she nudged her cock from above and pushed the throbbing, precum-glazed tip against her lover’s juice-coated entrance. “We need to make the icing for the cinnamon rolls.”

Breakfast at the household of Celestia and her sluts was an undeniably...messy affair.

It went on like that for nearly an hour, with the trio of women working in a stove-heated room as they split the difference between enjoying each other’s passions and making a productive breakfast. For everything on the menu that was conventional - if anything could be called that - there was another treat that was laced in the unique flair of their strange relationship. A large bowl of hash browns and a heaping pan filled with scrambled eggs were relatively traditional, but they were served alongside a tray of cinnamon rolls with a creampie glaze, a pitcher of Rarity milk, and a baked apple cobbler that had a distinctively...intimate flavor to it.

When the other girls came downstairs, Rarity, Applejack, and Celestia could already hear them talking. Casually and playfully, with lazy murmurs and loving gestures. They were a family, after all, and they acted in the manner of one that was passionately in love with one another.

“Did Principal Celestia order us breakfast again? That’s so sweet of her,” Fluttershy’s voice could be heard to murmur, soft and delicate and as tender as ever. “Ohh, it smells so lovely. She’s so good to us.”

“I guess Rarity and Applejack smelled what’s cooking and headed down early,” Sunset Shimmer chuckled, and stifled a yawn while she walked. “Rude of them to not wake us up.”

“Ohhh, but you always say it’s rude when I wake you up!” Pinkie Pie giggled, with every bit of energy as one could expect from her. “Is it because I wake you up with my super silly pussy buzzing toy?! Or because I like to welcome the morning as a new chance for fun by screaming HELLO MORN--”

“Pinkie Pie? You’re just...you’re a lot this early.”

Celestia, Applejack, and Rarity simply waited - the three women sitting behind the table, with the principal in the center and an arm threaded around both of their shoulders. By the time the other three girls made their way into the kitchen, each one of them naked and sported their own pregnant tummies, the trio unleashed a collective gasp at the banquet that was prepared for them.

“Girls? Breakfast is served,” Celestia cooed, and gestured to the feast. “Now hurry up and enjoy, before it gets cold.”

She said those words just as she slid her hand behind Applejack’s head and began to push her downward, ensuring that the farmgirl’s first snack of the morning would be her teacher’s enormous, throbbing cock.

It was only about ten minutes later that Vice Principal Luna and her own girlfriend, a sleepy Rainbow Dash, made their way downstairs. The pair were always more restrained than Celestia and the others, and even though Dash was sporting a baby bump of her own, they enjoyed their own private bed with a connection that was...different from the others. For Luna, the joy of a harem was simply a passing fancy that didn’t truly appeal to her - at least not so much as the fond, dedicated love she shared with Rainbow Dash.

Besides...they could always have fun with her big sister and the other girls when they wanted, and still had more space in their own bed.

“You’re so cute when you’re sleepy,” Luna chuckled softly while she walked with Dash, both of them modest enough to be wearing bathrobes as they headed downstairs. The older woman lifted a hand at tapped her girlfriend’s nose, causing Dash to give a drowsy, blushing smile as she did so. “What would you like to do today, dear? I know you mentioned watching the soccer game on TV, we could have a lovely, quiet afternoon in our room.”

“That sounds awesome, Luna,” Dash nodded, and cuddled in close with her mature lover. Cozy robes, warm bodies, and tender affection was the mood between the two that morning - along with gently-rumbling bellies that desperately needed a meal. “But let’s get some breakfast first. I’m starving! Sure smells like Celestia went all out this morni--”

The two girls rounded the same corner that the trio did a few minutes before, only to be met with a truly decadent scene. Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, and Pinkie Pie were gathered around the dining room table and enjoying their massive feast - along with a few vacant chairs left for Luna and Rainbow Dash. Pinkie Pie was tearing into cinnamon rolls coated in cum while Fluttershy looked like she was savoring a glass of particularly rich milk, complete with a white mustache across her lips. The only two that weren’t currently eating were Sunset Shimmer and Principal Celestia herself - with the former braced on her hands and knees on the cold tile of the kitchen floor, balancing her pregnant belly while Celestia fucked her hard from behind. The smell of sex in the room was downright overwhelming, blended with fresh breakfast and baked goods, and as Luna and Dash made an appearance the other girls all turned to them with a smile.

“Luna! Rainbow Dash! Darlings, can I pour you a glass of milk?” Rarity giggled, and held up the pitcher that was less than half-full by now. “How about some orange juice, dears? You could either have it in a glass, or lick it off of Applejack!”

Vice Principal Luna simply pinched the bridge of her nose and gave a deep, weary, exhausted sigh.

“Dear sister…” She shot a glance to her thick-cocked goddess of a sibling, who was currently smirking as she pounded a moaning Sunset into a thrashing early-morning orgasm. “You are a lot to deal with this early.”

End of Chapter 13.

Author's Note

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