A Royal Summons
Chapter 4
-By Drace Domino

The marriage of Princess Luna and Princess Celestia came as a bit of a shock to the people of Equestria, for so many reasons. They were marrying the same man; and not even someone of their own race! Both of the pony princesses had been sworn to marry the newcomer Hank, the unique young man that had seemingly fallen from the sky and won over the dual hearts of the two women. On top of that the two were both noticeably pregnant by the time the day of their wedding came, and Rarity had been forced to specially design their glorious wedding dresses to wrap around the noticeable but still smooth bumps hanging from their bellies. Thanks to the styles of the finest dressmaker in all of Equestria both women looked completely radiant as they stood before all of their subjects, swearing their vows of loyalty and love to the man that had become their master, their lover, and now...their husband.

No expense had been spared, since it wasn’t very often that the dual princesses of Equestria took a husband. Pinkie Pie had been given a lavish amount of bits in order to prepare the very best celebration, with Celestia demanding that they hold a proper party and not one of the stuffy galas that were so often tedious to sit through. It was a party with copious amounts of sweets and music and even a few casks of particularly tasty alcohol; the latter of which the princesses both declined thanks to the obvious state of their impending pregnancies. Throughout the entire party the princesses and their new husband worked through the crowds shaking hooves with all of their friends, receiving well wishes and congratulations for such a special day of celebration. Throughout the entire crowd only one person was a voice of concern, and it stemmed from a Twilight Sparkle that had enjoyed just a little bit too much to drink.

“Princess Celestia, are you...sure about this?” The slightly tipsy Twilight had asked of her mentor after pulling her to the side. She cast a curious glare to the distance where Hank and Luna were both chatting with the other guardians of the Elements of Harmony. “I don’t...I don’t know if I trust him yet, Princess…”

“Oh, Twilight.” Celestia beamed, and allowed one of her hooves to raise up and ruffle Twilight’s meticulously styled hair. “You just need to be happy that Luna and I are happy. Maybe one day we’ll show you how much we love the way things all turned out...but tonight I’m afraid we’ll be a bit too busy.” With that said the princess leaned in to kiss her student’s cheek, giggling a little as she pulled away to rejoin Luna and her new husband Hank. Though the princess hadn’t had a single drop of wine to drink, she was as giddily happy and content as anyone at the party could be. Soon she stood there flanking her husband with her sister; a pony on each arm and a foal in each belly. They were a family that was steadily growing, and with the celebrations of that night their union had been complete. The princesses could be considered queens now, with Hank as the king that had chosen to stand alongside them.

Though not everyone in Equestria might have understood the bond between the three of them, it didn’t particularly matter. All that mattered was that the princesses were happy, just as Celestia said. Even Twilight Sparkle, with her suspicions still ringing in the back of her mind, had to concede that fact as she saw the princesses and Hank leave the party to begin heading up the stairs to the bedchambers. They did indeed look happy...happy to be sharing this visitor from a different dimension.

“Twilight!” Pinkie Pie’s voice giggled from the other end of the party, drawing her attention through her distraction. “Come and do shots off of Applejack’s belly!” Twilight Sparkle had to pause for a moment, a blush highlighting her cheeks. After a tiny laugh she merely turned around in place, trotting over to join the party and put her concerns behind her.

The princesses were happy. Her mentor, her dear Princess Celestia, had moved to a whole new point in her life. A married life, and a fulfilling one. How could she ever have been concerned? After all, it seemed like the three of them sure had been in a hurry to get upstairs.

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It was within the confines of Princess Celestia’s bedroom that the three had finally begun to unwind. The door was closed and sealed with Celestia’s magic to ensure that they weren’t interrupted, and Princess Luna had used her own alicorn magic to tint the windows to a point of shadow. Their wedding night wasn’t for the eyes of anyone else but the three of them, and they planned to take full advantage of the close delight that they were about to share. Already the two princesses had perched their front hooves on the edge of the bed with their flanks lifted up, and already Hank’s hands were exploring the soft, smooth, flawless shapes of their ass.

“You two...are my perfect little wives.” He cooed with a smooth tone to his voice, just as his hands caressed over their cutie marks. Each spot was something of a sensitive point for the two princesses, and each of them gasped as they felt their husband possessively let his touch trail over them. “I’m going to fuck you every single night. Make you my pets...my sluts...the mother of my children.”

“Y...Yes...King…” Princess Luna gasped with a heavy blush across her cheeks, looking back to study the expression over the man she had just married. She swallowed nervously, shifting in place with her hooves making a light clattering noise against the floor. “We’ll do anything for you...every hole is yours...all we want is to make you happy…”

“We want cock, too.” Celestia cooed, looking back to smile at Hank. She was always the more confident of the two, the more bold and willing to state just what it was she desired. While Luna had fallen into a point of almost complete sexual service, Celestia was still the princess of Equestria. She made sure that Luna knew she was on the bottom of their chain of command, with her older sister still as the one that would stand up and take the reigns when needed. “Don’t let Luna think we’ll be satisfied with just you being happy, King. At least...not if we don’t get your cock somewhere along the line.” Hank himself grinned at that, and squeezed his hands against the soft yet firm flanks that were within his grip. Each of the princesses were still wearing their wedding dresses; perfect and flawless celebrations of lace and silk that went up their legs to crest around their thighs, and even sported panties that had noticeable slits over their pussies and their asses. Rarity had specially designed them that way, though she had blushed and stammered endlessly when the design request was made.

“You’ll get plenty of my cock, don’t worry.” Hank beamed, before his hands drifted towards those open slits. He could already feel the heat of two horse pussies waiting for his contact, two cunts that were wet and eager to feel his fingers, his tongue, his cock...whatever it was he desired to give them. Slowly he allowed two fingers from each hand guide forward, and soon the two princesses were gasping and rocking their hips while their new husband began to finger them from behind. “But first, I want to see which one of my new wives moans the loudest. I hope you didn’t cast any spells that won’t let any noise leave the room, Celestia.”

“Of...of course not, King…” Celestia cooed, licking her lips as she began rocking her hips. Her hooves scuttled across the mattress and worked to muss the sheets, just as her pussy tightened against the fingers easing into her. “I know how much you love it when the guards hear you fucking us. How everyone in the castle gets to hear…”

“Good.” Hank grinned, and licked his lips with a growing hunger. “Pinkie Pie’s music downstairs is pretty loud, but...I bet the two princesses of Equestria can be even louder. Even you, Luna.” Luna, with a deeper blush than ever on her cheeks, had to agree with a simple nod. Though she was so often timid and shy ever since her days as Nightmare Moon, when it came to Hank’s cock and her desire to be fucked...well...she could be as loud as any party.

“Please...Please, King...keep touching us…” Luna cooed, leaning back against Hank’s fingers and tightening her folds even more. “D..Deeper...deep...put your whole hand inside, King…”

“Heh. Greedy, greedy Luna.” Celestia merely smiled, and leaned in close enough to bump her forehead to Luna’s. She soon found herself drifting even closer, with her muzzle moving near enough to begin rubbing across her sister’s. “...I didn’t get a kiss during the wedding, sister. Let me have one now, and our new king will give us whatever we deserve.”

Hank was left smiling, his fingers well-gripped and slickened by two perfect horse pussies, and the sight before him the abjectly beautiful image of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna desperately kissing. Their muzzles were secured against one another and the two sisters were letting their tongues weave back and forth, sharing an affection that would’ve raised too many eyebrows during the wedding itself. It was one thing to tell the people of Equestria that the sisters were marrying the same man...it was another entirely for them to all assume that the princesses were an active, incestuous pairing while the three of them made love. Oddly enough, none of the other ponies had even questioned it.

The other ponies in Equestria were...naive, to put it simply.

“That’s it. Get a good taste of each other, sluts. Mmm...warm pussies. I wonder if you were both wet during the ceremony…” Hank’s voice carried through, and the laugh that he offered was because he already knew the answer to the question. Of course they were wet during the ceremony! After all, he had fingered them only a minute or two before they had begun their bridal march. When the three of them got married the two princesses were standing there with damp thighs, their nectar glazing the color of their stockings and sending a unique scent through the room. When the two brides walked up the aisle the ponies with the most sensitive of noses would’ve been able to tell; the two sisters weren’t just wet...they were downright soaking. It was all the more thrill for Hank, who had enjoyed the scent of the two women’s cunts on his hands the entire time they were married. It was the perfect, lusty aroma to enjoy while gazing into their eyes and promising faithfully his eternal, undying love.

Love that was indeed genuine, no matter the unique dynamic of their relationship. Though the two princesses were loyal sex servants and pets to their master and king, the fondness went both ways. Hank’s old life was a mere afterthought these days, a life filled with disatisfaction and nothing of value. Now he wasn’t just a king, but the husband to be shared by the two most desirable women in his kingdom. And they utterly existed for his own lewd delight. How could he not love every aspect of his new life, including the two women that made it possible?

As Hank continued to tease the two princesses with his fingers, their kiss soon faltered as the two started to crave more. Both Luna and Celestia were standing with their rear hooves spread and their front hooves perched against the bed, offering themselves up in lewd fashion just as they did nearly every night. Sometimes their master would make them compete over who got to be fucked first, and sometimes he would spend quite some time simply leaning back and watching their beautiful cunts drip in excitement over what was to come. There in that evening on their wonderful wedding night neither woman had such patience, and they were willing to beg for what they needed so desperately.

“K...King…” Celestia whimpered, a blush rising to her cheeks and her expression softer than usual. She practically whimpered as she rocked her hips back into Hank’s fingers, and she made sure that he could feel her squeezing every inch of them as a reminder of just how tight and wet she could grip. “Please, King...we need more...we need your cock...please...your princesses only want your cock…”

“Hmm, I’m not prepared just yet.” Hank mused with a smile, and watched the look of excitement mixed with disappointment cross over their features. He knew he had them hooked; however, when he gave them a simple task to complete. “Let me hear you beg, sluts. Let me hear you beg as loud and as hungry as you can. And when I’m satisfied, I’ll let you both suck me off.” He didn’t promise to fuck either of the pregnant princesses...at least, not yet. It was a foregone conclusion that by the time the morning came he would’ve fucked both of them several times over, but for now they had to beg to enjoy the right to share their mouths across his cock. His beautiful princesses, the willing mouth whores for his wonderful rod, eager to beg and whimper for the hope of a single lick. They both very quickly fell into the role they had been told to, and it was Luna who first offered a loud whimper. Her voice broke out, her lips connected to Celestia’s with a few ribbons of wet spit, and she called out to her master in a tone loud enough that the guards outside could hear.

“Please, Master! Please let us suck your cock! Please let my sister and I taste you!” She whimpered, bucking back harder as Hank rewarded her with an extra finger stuffed into her slit. “Ahh…! Master, my sister and I only want to make you happy! We’ll suck you...we’ll let you fuck us...anything you desire, Master! We’re so happy to be carrying your foals!”

“Yes, Master, please!” Celestia chimed in, gazing back and looking at the man stuffing and twirling his fingers inside of her. “Please! We’re here for your pleasure, for your happiness! Our pussies and our mouths are just for you! They’re only to make you happy!”

The two princesses of Equestria went on like that, espousing their praise and their dedication to the man that had claimed and married them. Their words flowed from the back of their throats with honesty and sincerity, each one of them fully dedicated to showing Hank just how much they loved him. All the while the human continued to tease them with his fingers, to twist his digits around within their hot, wet horse cunts and to make each of them shiver and gasp from the excitement. The stockings that went up their thighs were well dampened now to an even greater degree, and the scent of the sisters’ joined arousal was immense. It was just the sort of atmosphere Hank desired to claim his brides, clinging with the stench of two horse whores that were desperate for his cock. They begged for his attention, pleaded for his cock as the only thing that could sate them, and when his fingers finally drove them to the breaking point they collapsed against each other and cried out in glorious unison.

The sound of the princesses of the sun and moon cumming in perfect harmony was a noise that echoed through the entire castle, even down into the hall where the dancing and celebration was still ongoing. They cried out in glorious bliss in such a manner that nobody could ever mistake what was going on, and even the most naive of ponies downstairs knew that the princesses were getting their pussies attended to. They might not know all the facts, they might not know the positions or that it was merely at the edge of Hank’s fingers, but everyone in the castle certainly knew that the two princesses were their new husband’s sluts that evening. A fact that wasn’t lost on any of the three of them.

“All right, wives, you did pretty well!” Hank beamed, and rewarded each of the two princesses by slapping his bare palms against their raw, sensitive cunts. Each one of them shivered and trembled from the attention, and they struggled to scoop their knees up onto the bed so they could remain up. Hank was already drifting around to the other edge of the bed, and as he moved to sit before the two of them he finally exposed his member to the pair. Hard and strong just as any hungry young man’s would be seeing the sight of the two princesses, bred and dressed up, ready to serve. Hank sat perfectly before them with his legs spread wide, his cock standing straight up mere inches before their faces. He simply leaned back, resting against a comfortable pillow as he waited for the next bit of attention. “And here’s your reward, sluts. Show your king how much you love him.”

Neither one of the two princesses hesitated for a second. Both of the royal sisters leaned in to begin instantly slobbering over Hank’s cock, licking wide with their thick, pink tongues and smearing his member with their spit. They knew full well that their master loved his blowjobs to be sloppy and messy and immensely wet, and they made sure to service him exactly how he liked. From time to time the tickle of magic would caress his balls while one or the other’s horns started to glow, and the entire time they let their eyes cast forward as they looked at the man that had become their husband and king. Nothing was quite like the sensation of having his cock sucked by two sisters so madly in love with him, and Hank was wise enough to simply rest back and enjoy it for a while. He allowed the two to not just attend to his cock but outright worship it; slurping up and down, sharing each other’s spit, and ensuring that no drop of precum was wasted even for a second. Sometimes they kissed with his cocktip in between their muzzles, and sometimes Celestia leaned in to lick a line of cock flavored spit off of her sister’s each. The entire time; however, it was clear that they were absolutely enamoured with the taste of their husband’s member.

Eventually even the two princesses doting on his cock wasn’t quite enough; or more accurately, it was simply too much. Hank knew full well that being sucked and teased by the two at the same time would soon lead to his first climax of the evening, and he wasn’t quite ready to give it up just yet. With a change of pace in order he moved to grab Luna’s mane, guiding her mouth squarely over the tip while he licked his own lips in hungry, desire-laced passion.

“Open wide, Luna.” He whispered, just as the inches of his cock began to disappear down her throat. “Master is going to go deep.”

He wasn’t lying. While Celestia gazed on with a bit of jealousy before resigning herself to the task of licking Hank’s balls, Luna’s mouth was pierced down with Hank’s cock moving all the way into her throat. Her eyes widened from shock at how deep he was going before they simply rolled back in her head, and she gave a long, lewd moan while the taste of his cock filled her senses entirely. She was drooling in a wet mess around his shaft as he pulled her head up and down, facefucking the princess of the moon while her sister slurped across his balls. The whimpers that came from the pair; the wet noises of submission and pleasure were enough to make him throb all the harder, and Hank sighed in deep contentment at the treasures he was being offered. Celestia’s tongue pattered back and forth underneath his sack while Luna’s lips were drawn tight across his shaft, a gagging noise coming from the princess every time he pushed her down to the depths. It was just a little too deep for the pony’s comfort, yet...she handled it. She handled it for her king, her husband, and her master.

Celestia was a good slut, too, so very diligent about drinking her sister’s spit as it ran down Hank’s shaft and pooled around his sack. She pursed her lips and gulped it all down hungrily, even licking her lips and winking to Hank as if to try to impress him. Every taste she received of his balls made her hungrier and hungrier for the main event, and fortunately for her it was soon to come. After a few steady moments of facefucking Luna Hank decided to switch princesses, and his hand dropped down into Celestia’s hair as he quickly moved one to replace the other. It was done efficiently and smoothly without losing a single stroke; as soon as Luna’s mouth popped off of his cock Celestia’s was the one to reclaim it, her muzzle shoved into his lap while his flavor filled her senses. Even Luna realized her new role swiftly, and she was now attending to the balls that Celestia had already been well worshipping. The two sisters were the perfect throatfuck pets for a kind master, and he wasn’t about to squander such a precious time between them.

For some time Hank switched off of the two princesses, keeping himself going by switching them up and always keeping a fresh mouth on his cock. When Celestia or Luna started to struggle with his size or how deep he was going he simply moved to the other, and soon his cock was layered in a thick sheen of spit that little more than a dense coating of both of their spit mixed together. The two horse princesses savored it, even relished it as they were throated and facefucked again and again, and though neither one of them had much in the way of a chance to speak, when they did they made sure their words were nothing but praise for their master. They boasted how lucky they were to throat their king, how fortunate they were to share his cock, and how much they were looking forward to the moment he would reward them with his cum.

That moment came nearly a half hour after the two had begun worshipping their master’s cock. Each of the two princesses were almost achingly wet at that point, and when Hank’s cum arrived it was enough for each of the two horses to shudder in climax merely from the arousal in the moment. The wives were so excited and wet that the mere taste and flicker of Hank’s cum was enough to send them twitching, and they were left howling in delight while his member spasmed. Hank groaned; his cock throbbing as rope after rope of sticky white cum emerged from the tip and plastered the two equine faces. Cords of cum slapped across their muzzles and edged over their cheeks, even slapping against their horns and through the lovely colors of their manes. On Luna it was a beautiful contrast to her dark complexion, and on Celestia the cum looked so natural it was as if it was always there.

At least...while it lasted. After all, their king couldn’t expect any amount of cum to be on either of the two sluts for long. Soon they were kissing and licking at each other, slurping up the flavor from one another’s faces, and Celestia even throated Luna’s horn to clear the cum off of it. They were deliriously happy, still shivering in excitement in their wedding dresses, and coated in spit and cum from the messy deepthroats they had been offering their king.

And yet...they weren’t done yet. It was time for the two pregnant princesses to be properly fucked at the edge of their king’s cock. And he wasn’t planning on making it a short night.

What followed for Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and their husband Hank was a night like no other. Through the months since Hank’s arrival they had all enjoyed long nights of lovemaking, but nothing quite like what moved to overtake them now. With the long night ahead of them and a party going on downstairs, they had every motivation to let loose and fully enjoy the treasures of wedded bliss. Now that Celestia and Luna were the betrothed to Hank they could truly let themselves go; although it was never much of an issue before. If nothing else, they were simply trying to make it a night to remember.

Even for Hank, the lines of madness started to blur as the hours continued. There was just...so much lust in the air, such a dense stench of cum and squirt and sweat that even the very air tasted like the nectar of his brides. Celestia’s pregnant cunt was a perfect fit for his cock like it always was, and while Luna was just a little bit tighter he made sure that he fucked them both as much as he could manage. The two howled while they were claimed, thrashing and scuffing their hooves across the blanket, and as the evening went on those glorious wedding dresses were ripped and snagged and tossed to the side. Before the end of the second hour of berserk passion the only things still worn between the three of them were the stockings strapped onto the princesses; white on Celestia and black on Luna, both stained not only with their own squirt, but with the sight of cum that had leaked out of their well-fucked pussies.

Oh well. Rarity could always be summoned to mend the clothes in the morning, and if the fashionista was lucky she might even arrive while Hank was still fucking his brides. Wouldn’t that be a sight to take back to Ponyville?

Hank had plunged his cock deep into both of the pregnant princesses well into the evening, and they made no small amount of noise while they did so. Both Celestia and Luna ensured that everyone in the castle could hear them not only getting fucked, but begging beyond all measure for the things Hank desired of them. Luna had howled like a depraved whore for Hank to cum inside of her, and Celestia could be heard loudly encouraging Hank to fuck her sister to the very core. No more than a half hour later the party was once again interrupted by the sound of Celestia crying out in orgasmic glee, and even loudly proclaiming how fun it was to have her very own sister drink the cum from her royal pussy like a fine goblet of wine. The two pregnant mares were well enjoyed and even better exposed that evening, and though the events of that night were purely for the three involved they were nowhere near a secret. As the party winded down their noises could be heard more readily and abundant, until even Twilight Sparkle down below had been forced to concede a very important point.

She might’ve been suspicious, but...damned if Princess Celestia didn’t sound like she was having the best night of her life. Were things always like that with this human’s cock?

The party eventually emptied, though the sound of the princesses being Hank’s whores continued well into the night and even the early morning. There was just something about horse pussy that ensured Hank could keep going again and again, some part of the natural magic of Equestria that made a virile young human man like him able to fuck for hours in depraved marathon sessions. It was a great advantage for his wedding night, and his cock was wrapped in boundless pleasure through hours upon hours on end. Celestia’s ass, Luna’s pussy, another session of the two worshipping his cock with their mouths...sometimes he would cum on their faces, sometimes he would cum in their pussies, and sometimes he would even line them up together and cum on their pregnant bellies. It didn’t matter! Just so long as the dense, creamy batter of their husband was somewhere on or inside of them the two princesses were as happy as could be. Happy, and hungry for more.

Muscles didn’t tire, and adrenaline didn’t fade as the marathon lovemaking continued. How many times had he fucked Celestia? Hank had lost count. How many times had he made Luna choke on his cock as it plunged into the depths of her throat? Who could possibly tell? It didn’t matter. The two pony sluts had been fully wrapped up in the maddening lust that had surrounded them, and they had thoroughly celebrated the joyful incident of their union. The married mares to a human man, the princesses to a new king of Equestria. By the very end of it the two of them were dripping and coated with cum; some of marked across their horns, or their manes, or dripping slowly from their tightly packed pussies. They were a wet mess and the scent of sex had by now permeated most of the castle, thick and lewd and a clear proof of what had been done. While Celestia and Luna rested atop him, Hank merely leaned back with a warm and hungry smile across his face. His hands drifted down, petting the other two ponies across their manes, appreciating them for the lovers and the sluts that they were.

The mothers of his foals. The worshippers of his cock. The brides he had always wanted. These two ponies were special to him, the loves of his life. Perhaps one day he might even fuck some of the others; that cocky Rarity, that timid Fluttershy, or maybe even Celestia’s own prized pupil Twilight Sparkle. Perhaps one day he’d fuck them and enjoy them, but his heart would always be there with Princess Luna and Princess Celestia. The sisters that had offered him up a kingdom just as easily as they had offered up their wet, cum-filled horse pussies. And he would love them with the same devotion that they enjoyed him.

Hank’s eyes finally closed, and he gave a long, satisfied sigh of contentment while the two women on either side of him closed in. It was morning by now, but it was still well time for sleep. And when the three of them woke up, they could repeat it all again. Two pregnant princesses and their king, fucking desperately and hungrily all through the day.

After all, it was their honeymoon.

The End.

Author's Note

Aren't weddings romantic? At least when they're between a displaced human and two related horse sluts. At least that's what my parents always taught me.

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