Celestia sat in her throne, waiting for the day to begin. Today was a special day, the first time that her subjects in Canterlot would line up and service the Princess. The method of servicing would differ depending on the pony, but Celestia expected that the majority would find themselves impaled upon her malehood. A blessing gifted to her and her sister by way of some unseen power. Or a curse, if one took the increased libido that had resulted from it to be a bad thing. The increased lust between the two Princesses had been the reason for the day's creation. And today was the day that she finally got some relief, she just wished that her sister could be here to see it. She spared a glance to her left, there sat the throne that her sister had once taken up residence on. She sighed, her hefty, white, bosom rising and falling as she recalled the events that had led her to this point.
Not only a few days after being granted a modest malehood, had she been sat in her chambers, staring down at the pink rod of flesh. She remembered not being a fan of it in those days, thinking it would make her a target of abuse from her subjects. She tried her best to hide it when she had made public appearances, using dresses that jutted out from her legs, meaning that her bouncing shaft wouldn't be noticeable. Luna on the other hand was much more open about it, she wore dresses with a cut in the leg to show off her length as best as possible. In fact, Celestia recalled having to pull her sister away from some of their subjects, on account of how much she was showing her shaft off. So that night, while she sat alone after a bath, wondering if her dick was here to say, Luna stealthily inruded into Celestia's chambers. The Solar Princess became aware of Luna's presence when a soft chill began to caress at her shoulders. She turned her head to the side to see the flowing, midnight blue, mane of the Lunar Princess along with her square muzzle.
"Did you miss me, Sister?" Luna cooed, her muzzle kissing Celestia's shoulder, her hands slowly drifting down her back.
"Sister, we've hardly been apart all day, I haven't had time to miss you," Celestia replied, pushing her shoulders back until she felt the throb of Luna's erection. "Sister..."
"There's no need to hide our gifts from our subjects," Luna replied thrusting her swollen shaft up against Celestia's spine. "And there's certainly no need to hide it from each other. We should be helping each other out, learning just what we're capable of with each other. Not hiding ourselves away in the hopes that something changes..."
"Sister, please. We've already put plans into motion for such a thing. An entire day for testing these [i}appendages with the help of our faithful subjects."
"And I long for that day to be at hand, but for tonight I want to feel your embrace around me, to have you take the first of many loads."
Celestia scooted forwards and away from Luna. This was the downside of having a phallus of such length and magnitude as the ones they possessed. Before they'd been gifted them, Luna had always been a little more forward than she was. But now that she had a malehood and an increased libido, she was insufferable. If she wasn't trying to jam it down the throat of the nearest pony on a regular basis, she was trying her best to get Celestia to sample it. Celestia's resolve was beginning to falter after so much pestering, but she knew that to give in would leave her open for even more pestering. She had to stay strong, she had to last until the Day of Thanks came to be, then perhaps she'd see a little more of the Luna she used to know.
"So, Celestia, my dearest sister, do you agree with me? Will you lay with me and experience just what my shaft has to offer?"
Celestia stood up off the bed, taking her out of the reach of her sister's amorous intentions. "I said no, Sister. I've said no every time you've asked. I don't want to learn what we're capable of, I'm not even sure I'm happy with the upcoming Day of Thanks. That was mostly your idea and I'm sure your lust did most of the talking."
A warmth pressed up against the plush cheeks of Celestia's rear, followed by the chilling response. "Then I'm done asking..."
"I said no!" Celestia turned around, her face contorted into a mix of rage and sadness. Her horn glowed with a ferocious intensity, which immediately caused Luna to shrink back.
Before Luna could utter a word in protest, Celestia fired off a spell. She didn't know which one, she was too mad at Luna to think properly. How dare she try and take her by force? That was no way for a Princess to act, let alone her own sister! The pair just needed some space, that was all. Just some space. There was a flash of light and the pair were swallowed up in the light of Celestia's magic. Neither sister made any sort of contact towards the other, but Celestia was sure she felt something scrape her thigh. Then the silence fell. The light drained away from the room and without the glow of Luna's mane, Celestia's bedroom seemed darker than before.
Celestia didn't understand the severity of her actions just yet. She took a breath and crossed her room to the balcony that looked out on the city below. The moon was out, placed perfectly in the sky by her sister. There was always an element of perfection to the way Luna centred the moon in the sky and it was something Celestia admired. Not least because she hadn't quite got the same level of perfection down. But, as she gazed upon the moon, something seemed off. The moon wasn't its usual unblemished self, adorning the surface of the moon was the image of a mare. The craters that made up the 'eyes' of the mare looked slanted and angry. The say nothing of the darkened surface of the moon that made up the visage of the mystery mare. Celestia's heart sank as she recognised the impression upon the surface of the moon, the square muzzle, the lengthy horn, the anger in those 'eyes'.
She didn't want to believe what her brain was telling her. She quickly fled the safety of her chambers, refusing to stop and cover herself up. She asked any guard or attendant she could find as to the whereabouts of her sister. When none could pinpoint her exact location, with others saying the last time they'd seen her was in her room, Celestia rushed off there. She didn't bother with the door, she simply teleported inside the room, and found it empty. Just like her own bedroom. Celestia dropped to her knees and looked out onto the balcony, where that moon still hung in the sky. Celestia's horn lit up, glowing fiercely with the same magic as before, but there was no discharge this time. The glow didn't fade, but the mare in the moon failed to disappear. More importantly, it failed to bring Luna back. No matter how hard Celestia, no matter the amount of energy she tried to exert, Luna remained trapped in her heavenly prison.
"Luna, I..." Celestia sniffed, a trail of moisure bleeding down her face as her emotions got the better of her. "I...I didn't mean...I'm so sorry..."
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Back in the present day, Celestia felt a pang of guilt as she remembered that night. It was still fresh in her mind, the raw emotion that had led to banishing her sister in the moon. Oh how she wished she could take it all back, even if it meant that Luna would have ultimately had her way with Celestia that night. At least then the throne by her side wouldn't be left empty and she wouldn't be about to introduce hundreds of stallions and mares to a cock she wasn't even confident in using. So lost in her thoughts was she, that Celestia failed to notice the door at the end of the throne room opening, along with one of her guards slipping inside.
"Uh, Princess?" The stallion started, doing his best not to look at the nude body of Celestia, especially that of the fat, meaty, stallionhood nestled against her thighs. "Might I interrupt your, ahem, preparations?"
"Hm? Oh, I haven't begun to prepare yet, and I don't intend to for at least a few more minutes. You have something to tell me?"
"Oh, I ah, yes, your Highness," The guard approached the throne, their eyes staring at the stained glass windows, or the carpet, anywhere but Celestia herself. "The first volunteers have arrived, I've taken the liberty of having them form a line outside the throne room, until you call for them to enter. That's all, your Highness."
"Thank you, though, I have a request. Is my sister's favourite attendant still at the castle?"
The guard tapped his fingers against his chin in thought. "I believe so, your Highness. Do you require an audience with them?"
Celestia nodded. "Would you mind?"
"Not at all, Princess. Will that be all?" the guard asked, approaching the door and turning their head back to ask the question.
"For now," Celestia replied, smiling warmly at the guard.
The next few minutes were nothing short of boring for Celestia as she waited for the guard to return. She even contemplated calling in the first of the volunteers, but to do so would render the attendant's presence completely moot. She instead began to focus on the shaft between her legs, her fingers gripping the soft flesh. She'd only experienced an erection twice since she'd been gifted the dick. So the feeling of blood rushing into the tube of flesh had yet to become a natural feeling for her. She bit her lip and looked towards the door as her dick began to throb between her slender fingers. It was so wrong, all of this was so wrong. Yet here she was, sporting a magnificent 12 inch semi-hard cock. She could have cancelled the day and made it clear that nobody would need to come to the castle to offer themselves up in tribute to the Princesses. Yet here she was. The line outside the throne room was no doubt growing longer by the second. All of those ponies more than likely unaware of just what kind of tribute they'd be expected to give and what she would give in return. She bit her lip and let loose a soft moan as her fingers closed around her now, completely erect, shaft. The pink tube of flesh bobbed in her grip, her medial ring parted her fingers fat enough to look like an extra finger. But the crowning glory of Celestia's shaft, minus the several inches of girth, was the flared head. A flat disk of flesh that helped to spread open whatever hole it was pushed against, making it easier for the rest of the shaft to enter. Of course, the biggest opening that her shaft had entered so far, was the circle she could make with her thumb and middle finger.
Before she got too far into her idle playing, the guard returned and quickly left the room. Leaving Luna's favourite attendant at the end of the room, completely alone. She had been dressed in the darker colours that Luna favoured, like most of her guards and attendants. However, this one in particular had been given a crescent moon necklace, a symbol of favouritism by the Lunar Princess. Her fur was dark blue, similar to Luna in years long gone by, same went for her mane though it did not have Luna's celestial sparkle. As Celestia gazed upon the slim frame of the attendant, her eyes drifted towards the most noticeable feature. Her swollen belly, filled with the seed of her Princess, no doubt from the same night of Luna's banishment. There was another pang of guilt for Celestia, knowing that this attendant may never get to serve and sample someone who she clearly adored.
"You wished to see me, Princess Celestia?" the attendant asked, approaching the throne, her head turning curiously to the empty throne.
She doesn't know. She has no idea that her idol is so far away. Or that the two may never meet. What have I done? I can't ask for her assistance in this matter. It's not right.
"Ah yes, I did. I have need of the services you provide to my sister."
The attedant turned her head to the Princess and then back to the empty throne. "Forgive me, Princess, but do you not have your own attendants for this kind of thing? Why do you require my services over the ones that they provide?"
Stop asking questions. Just agree with me. I feel bad enough as it is, can't you see that?
"I have never troubled my attendants with such requests, and if I may, I am not entirely certain that they'd be as experienced as you would be. This is why I have requested your talents today as my sister spoke very highly of you in private."
The attendant's ears perked up and she turned to look at Celestia again. "She does? I am honoured that you've chosen to share such privileged information with me; would it be possible to relay my gratitude to the Princess herself?"
There it is. What do you do now? What lie are you going to choose to cover your tracks? Illness? Off on Princess duties to some far away land and she won't be back for months? Go on, tell her anything but the actual truth.
"Princess Luna will be indisposed for some time, I'm afraid. She came to me a few nights ago, complaining of sickness and a fever. She has since been taken to the proper medical authorities and is undergoing the best medicinal treatments available," Princess Celestia looked to the ceiling as she spoke, hoping that it would be taken as her getting emotional rather than flat out lying.
The attendant spared a final look to the other throne, a smile spreading across her face. "She asked that you keep me to up to speed for when she gets back, didn't she? I suppose that makes sense. She's told me countless times that if anyone were to step into her shows, she hoped it would be you. Funny how things work out isn't it?"
She bought it. For now. Let's see you keep this ruse up forever, Celestia.
"Ah, yes it is. Now, if-"
"I wouldn't mind? Of course not, Princess," The attendant stepped before the Princess and eyed up the twelve inches of meat that bobbed in her lap. "How can I be of service? Do you require my hands? My mouth? My-"
"Mouth, your mouth. As I've said before my experience in this incredibly limited, so I'd prefer we start off with something easier for you."
"Oh, you flatter me Princess, but the things I've done with Luna have more than prepared me for anything you might like to do. Still, if you request my mouth, then I'll gladly assist you that way."
Celestia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, not least because of what was about to happen. Being an Alicorn, the Princesses stood taller than almost all the residents of Equestria. Out of Celestia and Luna, Celestia was the tallest at just over seven feet tall, while Luna had been the shortest at just under seven feet tall. Luna's attendant however, stood at exactly five feet tall which meant that as Celestia stood out of her throne, the pair were quite the odd couple. Celestia's pink shaft bopped the attendant's head as gravity took hold of it. The Princess immediately gasped and pulled her hands up to her face, expecting a cry of pain to come from down below. What she found however was that the attendant groaned in delight, her eyelids fluttering as she drunk in the fresh scent of Celestia's shaft. The Princess's mind raced as she wondered just what it was that Luna did to this poor soul to make her so hungry for cock. Then again, if they were meeting nightly as the attendant implied, that would certainly do it.
A shiver of delight ran up Celestia's spine as the attendant clasped her fingers around that royal prick. She paid particular attention to the medial ring, her fingers rubbing over it back and forth with vigour. Celestia felt her knees go weak as the attendant worked her magic, the experience was already reaching the lofty heights of intensity. She took a step backwards, sitting her plush rear down onto the arm of her throne, balancing on the thin space. She had no idea whether or not it was the attendant's knowledge of Luna's shaft and what worked well there, or if it was simply Celestia's vriginity around sex. Whatever it was, Celestia couldn't take much more of her expert touch. She wanted to voice a warning that she was fast approaching a point of orgasm, but the best she could manage was a low grunt. The attendant took that grunt as a sign that she could finally move onto the next stage. She reached underneath the shaft, clamping her fingers tightly around the base of Celestia's shaft. With a grip far too strong for her delicate and feminine frame, she forced Celestia to refrain from orgasm. The attendant flashed a knowing smile at the Princess, before angling the shaft towards her mouth and taking the head inside.
Celestia grunted again, bucking her hips as she tried to free herself from the attendant's grip. In just a few seconds, her enjoyment of the situation had quickly turned from delight to a form pleasurable agony. The soft thrumming of her heartbeat grew more intense at the base of her shaft as her balls pulled tight to the attendant's fingers. The Princess was forced to experience what is known as a dry orgasm, he body wracked by the sensations of an orgasm without actually releasing any of the fluids that came with it. She forced the attendant to gag as she thrust a whole four inches of shaft into her throat. The attendant's eyes went wide as she was forced to rapidly adjust her throat. She didn't release her grip though, Luna had trained her well. More and more of that pulsating rod disappeared down her throat, bulging it out obscenely, twitching under her own flesh. The warm, tight, confines of the throat did nothing to help Celestia rest. Her shaft hadn't even softened a little bit, only grown harder and as the attendant was finding out, longer too. An impossibility by normal standards, but then these were Alicorns, the true range of their abilities were not fully understood.
The attendant shuffled on her feet and took a couple more inches into her throat, her lips curling around the bulge of her medial ring. This was always the trickiest part of her fun with Luna. The Princess of the Night had something of a thicker shaft than her sister, and her medial ring was thicker still. So working her lips and throat around Celestia's shaft was far easier, but she still remained vigilant. A growth spurt to the girth of the shaft and the attendant could find herself in trouble. As her mouth passed the halfway point of Celestia's shaft, reaching just over seven inches inside her throat, she reached forwards with her other hand and took one of Celestia's balls into her palm. She gently caressed and squeezed it, marvelling at its size and shape, like a goose egg wrapped up in a bag of skin and fur. The Princess growled up above, her body softly thrusting time and time again. The attendant could feel her balls shooting up wad after wad of seed up to her shaft for release. Only for her balls to expand in size as the seed was promptly returned to their place of origin. The attendant smirked around the cock, reaching up until the backs of her fingers brushed against her other hand. She then gripped the scrotal flesh, pinching it and cutting off Celestia's ejaculate from ever leaving her balls. This only served to increase the pent up desire for the Princess, as her balls began to balloon rapidly, veins bulging up through her skin. The time was coming when she'd allow the Princess her relief, when her muzzle pushed against her crotch fuzz.
Celestia whinnied as she was forced to endure her balls swelling in size. The sloshing of her seed began apparent to her ears, the weight of her seed pulling against her lower body. She didn't dare look down to see the grotesque show going on below. She didn't really need to, she could feel everything. The way her cock threatened to burst out of the attendant's throat, the blood rushing through her entire length. The way her balls strained under her, so full, so desperate for release. But of all, she felt like a changed woman. Sure, underneath all the lust and love that she experienced there were still elements of her naiive persona. But slowly, bit by bit, her lust was beginning to consume it. Just like that of her sister, she could truly feel what it meant to be sexually liberated, even if the attendant was a little rougher than expected. She reached out and placed a hand against the back of the attendant's head, her palm easily dwarfing her head. Celestia then pushed the attendant down her shaft, swallowing up those final few inches, pushing her muzzle up against the dampened, musky fuzz of her crotch.
The attendant wriggled under her grip, rapidly trying to adjust herself to make the transition smoother. She'd never admit it to the Princess, but this was what she'd been hoping would happen. That the Princess would finally take charge, that she'd use her just like Luna used her. Those nights without Luna had left her so needy, so desperate for a cock to fill her holes. While this wasn't as good as Luna's, it'd do for now. She drank in the musky aroma that had now begun to seep into her nostrils, tendrils of those fuck fumes beginning to wrap tightly around her mind. The time had come, Celestia was ready to come again, a second load on top of the first and it was about to be poured straight into her belly. As Celestia whinnied again, the attendant released her grip on Celestia's scrotum, causing a bulge to form quickly under her other hand. The Princess stomped her foot in delighted frustration as she experienced the tiniest bit of relief. Through gritted teeth she whimpered, her legs shaking vigorously, her balls bouncing roughly against the attendant's chin. Her little cocksleeve was treated to the smallest drop of pre-cum as it was jettisoned down her throat. A single drop ahead of the ocean that was to follow. As Celestia took hold of her hips, pushing her entire body against her crotch, the attendant released her fingers, draining that bulge.
In an instant the bulge in her stomach swelled out to almost double its size. Up above, Celestia roared in delight, her tongue lolling out as she experienced bliss like no other. This was it, this was what she had been missing out on all this time. Luna had been living the high life with her attendants, the relief was palpable. She could hardly catch her breath as she fired off several gooey salvos into the belly of her sister's prized attendant. Now she couldn't wait to look down, to see the look on the attendant's face as she reaped what she'd sown. Those wide eyes and fluttering eyelids, the bulges in her throat as seed coursed its way through her shaft and splattered messily into her stomach. There was no greater experience than this. The bitter scent of her seed as it flowed back up and drooled out the sides of the mare's mouth only served to heighten Celestia's arousal. She dug her fingers in tight against the plush curves of the attendant's stomach. Forcing her to gag as jets of seed rushed messily out of her mouth and nose, matting Celestia's fur and adding to the growing, dominating scents. Celestia caught herself smirking, chuckling throatily as the swollen mare's stomach touched the floor, spreading her legs as it began to droop down the stairs. Her belly began to flush red with the strain, as well as her cheeks, coughing and spluttering as she surpassed her capacity. Celestia was proud of her though, she'd done well, Luna would most certainly be proud of her too.
Eventually, like all good things, the orgasm finally came to an end. With a gentle push, Celestia sent the attendant rolling down the small steps and onto her back. Her body looked almost spherical, the perfect, sloshing, bulge of her stomach obscuring her face and extremities from view. Seed burbled out from her mouth, pooling either side of her and drifting out across the carpet. With a sigh of contentedness, Celestia sat on her throne properly, spreading her legs to acommodate her swollen sac and slightly larger shaft. She lolled her head back and just took a bit of time to recover from the incident, marvelling at just how intense the whole experience had been. While reflecting, she noticed she'd gained a little height almost an inch or two, a peculiar side effect of her first sexual experience. However, the day was not over yet. there were plenty more sexual experiences to come, courtousy of her ravenous lust and the volunteers at her door.
"Thank you for your asisstance, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you with Luna."
"Nuh...th-...Princess..." replied the mare through her cum-clogged throat.
Celestia got to her feet and stepped down the steps, patting the attendant softly on the stomach, watching it jiggle and shake with its contents. She then walked the length of the room, her shaft pointing upwards in preparation for its introduction to another willing participant. She spared a glance towards the cum balloon she'd left behind and swung the door open to greet the first proper patrons of the Day of Thanks. Standing together at the front of a slowly growing queue were a mare and stallion, a husband and wife couple by the looks of the rings on their fingers. They flashed a smile to the Princess as she poked her face through the opening in the door. However, it soon disappeared once they saw the drooling head of her shaft, bobbing vigorously underneath it. Stepping out of the door, Celestia revealed her true length and size to those waiting at the door. The faces of those in the queue ranged from shock, to horror, to mild arousal. Celestia reached out and put her hand at the backs of the couple at the front of the queue and pushed them towards her. She brought them into the throne room and was quick to close the door, preventing them from escaping outside. She then took her place back on the throne and kicked her feet up on the attendant's bulging stomach. There was a gurgle of protest but it soon gave way to a moan of delight. The naiivety that Celestia had experienced earlier on, along with the guilt of Luna's banishment were nothing more than a fleeting memory now. She was fully in the mood of a dominant princess, and she'd think of nothing else but getting her cock serviced again and again until the day was done.
"So," Celestia began, stroking her fingers upon her engorged length. "Who's going to be first?"
The mare and stallion looked at each other. Neither of them seemed too keen on choking down the Princess's length, especially not once they saw the cum-filled attendant come footstool. Of course, one could easily put on a face and hide their true intentions, but they can't fight their body's natural response to certain triggers. In the case of the stallion, it was the bulge snaking its way down the leg of the shorts he'd chosen to wear. Nowhere near as big as the bulge Celestia would make if she had chosen to wear any form of trouser coverings. With a lick of her lips, Celestia stuck out her hand and extended a finger, beckoning him to join her. The stallion approached the throne, stepping to the side of the attendant and looked up at the Princess.
"Your Highness," he began, bowing low before rising again, as was the custome for royalty.
Celestia nodded her head and stared down at the stallion, twirling her finger as an indication of what to do next. The message was simple enough and the stallion was quick to pick up on it. Doing as instructed, he spun around on the spot, showing off his toned rear, muscular back and stomach and long, strong, legs. Yes, he'd do nicely. A toned, tight, stallion, the perfect accessory for a cock as deserving as hers. Celestia got up from her throne and approached the stallion while he spun around, taking hold of his shoulders, stopping his spin. As he gathered his bearings, he found his wife staring back at him, while the shadow of Celestia loomed over him. Then, he felt the warmth of her breath on his ear as she leaned down, her breasts pushing against his back, while her shaft tapped the back of his head. He felt a shiver as she smacked her lips together, breathing heavily against him.
Undress yourself, now," Celestia commanded, squeezing her fingers tight against his shoulders.
"R-right away, your H-Highness..."
The moment he began to follow the order, Celestia loosened her grip on his shoulders and eventually removed her hands from his body. She stood back and watched as the stallion lifted up his shirt, revealing his toned, grey, stomach. His muscles rippling across his torso as he threw his shirt away to one side. Celestia smacked her lips again, looking at him then at the mare. The Princess flashed her a look that said you're next, before her eyes returned to the stallion and his undressing. He fumbled with the buckle of his belt but once it was unclipped, his trousers fell away like it was nothing. Much to the delight of the Princess, the stallion had opted to go without any form of underwear, leaving all eight inches of his shaft on show. A modest size, but it wasn't going to get much use, at least not at first. Once again, the shadow of the Princess loomed over him, but this time her shaft didn't hit the back of his head. This time it slapped against his the cheeks of his toned rear, bouncing softly against him. Then, like a snake it began to pull back, leaving a moist trail forming in the crack of his ass. The stallion held his breath. The next few seconds would decide his fate, but the outlook wasn't exactly positive. The mammoth beast at his back slipped away from his rear, but he still felt its presence there. Hiding behind him, waiting like a coiled viper, just waiting for that moment to strike.
Suddenly, the Princess lurched forwards her shaft slipping between the stallion's cheeks with ease. She was met with some slight resistance some slight resistance at the anus, but a swift buck of her hips soon broke that defence. The stallion whimpered, his cock jerking forcefully. A jet of pre forcefully ejected itself on the carpet before the pair, exposing his secret love to his partner. The mare recoiled a little as she saw the pre, but she couldn't look away from the sight as a whole. The way Celestia's cock bulged out his stomach and then disappeared with each thrust. The scent of her balls and the dried cum from the attendant wafting her way with each thrust. The way it made her feel hot and bothered, like she just wanted to join in. Was this some sort of magic? Her husband had never made her feel so desperate and yet, not even five minutes into watching him get plouged by royalty, she was considering joining in. She spared a glance at the heaving, draining, form of the attendant by her side. Was this her fate? To be used an abused by the Princess in some form of debauched tribute? Her cheeks flushed, her legs moving on their own as they approached the sordid scene of sodomy before her.
Celestia grunted and gave a particularly deep thrust towards the stallion, throwing her head back and groaning in delight. The stallion's ass was tighter than the throat of Luna's attendant, and the lack of moisture gave her a pleasurable resistance. When she saw the mare approaching her, she leant in close to the stallion's neck again, lolling her tongue out and licking across it. She shot the mare a seductive glance, and then gestured for her to take a seat before the stallion. The Princess wrapped her arms around the stallion and, without removing her dick from his rear, stepped down to meet the mare. The Princess didn't even need to tell the mare what to do, she was one step ahead. Instinctively, she thrust herself down on her husbands shaft, unable to take her eyes off the stomach bulge that Celestia provided. However, unlike the attendant, she was nowhere near as experienced handling a dick. She could take no more than a whole four inches of horsecock, her lips couldn't even pass over the medial ring. A pitiful show when your audience consisted of a lusty princess with her cock buried twelve inches deep inside your husband. The mare knew it, the stallion knew it, but most of all, Celestia knew it and she had a plan to fix it.
With several thrusts into the stallion, the air filled with the sounds of Celestia's powerful thighs slapping against the stallion's rear, Celestia shunted him forwards. The mare was completely caught off guard, her gagging and retching proivided that evidence. But Celestia was relentless, she pushed forwards until she saw the mare's arms flailing at her sides. Whenever she tried to back up, Celestia pushed forwards again, stimulating herself but keeping the mare impaled on cock. A familiar sensation was beginning to present itself, a deep rumbling in those royal balls. The stallion already at his peak, began to fire messily down his wife's throat. A few simple loads, watery and pathetic but nothing compared to what was brewing behind him. Celestia gritted her teeth as she unleashed the third of her cum torrents for the day. But this one would be a little different, on account of the 2v1 situation going on. Her first salvos blasted through the stallion's digestive tract and into his stomach. WIthin seconds he had the customary belly bulge, losing his muscular stomach along the way. The mare's eyes went wide as the belly loomed, drooping down and pinning her muzzle in place. The weight of seed bearing down on her prevented her an escape attempt while Celestia was lost in the throes of ecstacy. However, the Princess was far from completely malevolent, she was all for equal opportunities. After the stallion was sufficiently bloated, Celestia took a few steps back, and then a few more as she removed her cock from his rear. Then with a gentle shove, the stallion fell to the floor before his partner. Just in time for the that same partner to receive the rest of her load to her face. Her expression was covered up, caked in cum which then promptly drooled onto the rest of her body. When Celestia finally relented, she returned to her throne and squeezed herself back into her throne. Having grown a couple extra inches in height, cock and balls, making her more virile and bigger than any stallion around.
After a short refractory period, the day continued as expected. Further volunteers lined up and were subsequently used and cast aside by Celestia. She managed to get through everyone who arrived to take part in the day, despite her lacking an accomplice. Though towards the end she had resorted to letting various stallions and mares rut themselves silly for her enjoyment, all the while swelling bigger and more lust crazed. Once the day had officially ended and there were no further volunteers, Celestia stood at nine feet tall, her balls hung like basketballs between her legs, but her shaft proved to be the crowning jewel. With a thickness of 8 inches and a length of almost 20 inches, Celestia's shaft was a force to be reckoned with. Many had fallen to its might and many more would fall in the future, but now it was time to relax. She lay across her throne, legs and shaft hanging over one side, her upper body hanging over the other. She looked out on the heaving, gurgling, mess of ponies that were spread out across the throne room. Each one a testament to just what a sexual beast Celestia could be. She liked it, it was...liberating. As she closed her eyes for a well earned rest, she wondered how the day would have gone had Luna been present...
