“Wow, you’re terrible at this.”
Steep Steel blushed. The orange mare on top of him was degrading his self esteem ever ten seconds or so; he had been pretty elated by the fact that he was going to have sex with her, but now it was beginning to ware on him.
“I’m sorry, it’s just—” The mare shoved her hoof in the guard’s mouth.
“Whoops! No talking,” she reminded him, giving him a cruel smile. Steep Steel groaned, turning his head and sighing exasperatedly. He was beginning to regret this decision more than anything else he had ever done.
The mare on top of him was none other than Sunset Shimmer, student to Princess Celestia herself. Sunset had a reputation with the royal guard for showing up whenever she pleased and demanding sex. A few who liked it rough would be happy to oblige, but even they were a bit hesitant on the uptake. Most guards cleared the room when they heard her domineering voice echo towards the guardroom or barracks.
Steep Steel was a rookie; he had only enlisted in the royal guard last month, and had just yesterday taken up residency inside the palace. Naturally, he had not known of Sunset’s reputation, so when the beautiful (if somewhat rude) unicorn showed up and proposed that they copulate, Steep Steel had jumped on the opportunity. Unfortunately, it soon ended up with Sunset jumping him, and now he was fornicating with a demanding and violent nymphomaniac.
Steel was laying on his back, erect member nestled right at the lips of Sunset’s pussy. Sunset was slowly grinding along on him, teasing the stallion as she insulted him verbally.
“It’s a shame, really; I thought that I would have some nice, fresh meat, but instead I’ve gotten stuck with a limp dick like you.” Sunset shook her head, sighing. “Oh well. I’ll have a bit of fun with you. It’s not like I have much choice besides, seeing as everypony else is missing today...”
So that’s why they all ran and hid, Steel thought to himself, mentally cursing his stupidity. Damn, I should have known!
Sunset grinned down at Steel hungrily, and the guard pony gulped. Wincing a bit as Sunset threw her two front hooves down onto his upper torso, the dominatrix lifting her rear up enough to let the guard’s member stand up straight.
“Don’t move, I gotta position this just right...” Sunset instructed, furrowing her brow and biting her lower lip and she looked back at her plot. Steep Steel gulped.
“What are you gonna—”
“Relax, I’ve done this plenty of times before,” Sunset reassured him. “Not that it would matter if I hadn’t.” With that, she dropped her plot, letting it fall rather quickly towards Steep Steel’s crotch, where it was impaled perfectly on his penis.
Steel cried out softly as the vagina wrapped around his erection rather suddenly. He then cried out considerably louder when Sunset’s flanks slapped into his legs, and made rather swift contact with his balls. Whimpering slightly, he bit the inside of his cheek as looked up at Sunset, who was grinning.
“Damn, you’re a pretty big wimp for a royal guard,” Sunset remarked rudely, giggling a bit. “I bet you’ll be crying by the end of this!”
Quick, now’s the chance to say something witty to regain your dignity! “Nuh-uh!” Steep Steel said rather dully. Fuck you too, brain.
Sunset lifted her rear end up a little bit, and then let them drop again. Steep Steel moaned in pleasure as Sunset bounced up and down on top of him, grinding slightly between each thrust. Steel breathed an internal sigh of relief that her big talk was just hot air, and that this was going to turn out rather pleasurable after all.
“Alright, I’m done warming up, let’s crack open this bitch,” Sunset announced, lifting herself almost entirely off of Steep Steel’s member. The guard would have squeaked in horror, but two things kept him from doing so: Sunset had pushed her hooves against his throat to use as leverage, and she had jumped into “cracking open this bitch” so fast, Steel wouldn’t have even had time to breath, providing the hooves were off of his windpipe.
Sunset dropped her flank again, but this time she forced herself down once her hit his legs and crotch-zone. Steel made a choking noise around the hooves on his throat as Sunset smashed her flanks down into his lower body over and over. At this point, she wasn’t even lifting up her plot more than an inch or so up his dick. She was just mashing her nethers into his, seeing how deep she could get Steel’s penis inside of her.
“Dammit, if this thing weren’t so stubby, I wouldn’t have to try so hard,” she remarked, Steel’s blue, oxygen deprived face turning slightly red. “Guess that along with the wimpiest, I got stuck with the smallest one too. Dear Celestia, you are pathetic.”
“Ygrragghs!” Steel gasped. Sunset released her chokehold for a moment, and Steep Steel took huge gulps of air. After squeaking again from the pressure being put onto his balls from Sunset’s hits sinking ever lower, he blurted out, “Well, I guess I’m too pathetic for this. You should kick me out, find another stronger, b-better,” he stumbled over the word, feeling his self-esteem shrivel, “Better endowed guard to fool around with.”
Sunset shimmer paused for a moment, a pondering look on her face. She lifted a hoof to her chin, as if in thought, then yelled, “HA!” as loud as she could. Droplets of spittle rained down onto Steel’s face, and Sunset thrust herself downward onto him. The guard squealed again, and sunset laughed somewhat evilly.
“Nice try, wimpy, but you’re sticking it out until the very end with me,” Sunset said, resuming her previous activity. “I’m gonna get some tears out of you, I can feel it.”
Sunset reached one hoof backwards towards Steep Steel’s crotch, and groped around for a moment. Her thrusts were now higher up on his cock, and this left enough from for her hoof to smack against one of Steel’s slightly smushed testicles.
“GAH!” Steel cried, and Sunset’s grin grew as big as it had ever been. A steady stream of tears was now running down his face. Fully triumphant, Sunset set off to the next part of her wild sex ride, shoving her left hoof into Steel’s mouth.
Her whole hoof in his mouth, Sunset lay her chest low onto Steel’s, continually thrusting downward into his crotch. Steel, eyes still wet, felt a familiar pressure building down in his balls.
Sunset, feeling the all-to-familiar twitch of the dick, smiled. Steel, who had instinctively reached up and put his hooves on the flanks of the female to keep her on so he could cum inside, felt them shoved off rather forcefully.
“Guess again!” Sunset said, putting her hooves on either side of the stallion’s body. She lifted herself up off of the stallion, with a bit of help from her magic, and worked into a handstand position. “No way am I having your wimpy babies; they’d probably die as I gave birth to them.” Dropping her back legs behind her, she flipped over and landed crotch first right onto Steep Steel’s muzzle. Steep Steel’s muffled screams soon followed, and Sunset’s eyes rolled back slightly from the vibrations created.
“Ah, that’s the stuff,” she said sultrily, tongue hanging out of her mouth. As she felt something warm meet her pussy lips, she stopped.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you’re bleeding? Gross,” she said, lifting her crotch from the muzzle of the pinned pony below her. Indeed, two thin trickles of blood were slowly emerging from each of his nostrils. “I’m not into that kind of thing. Blood is a big turnoff...”
Shaking her head slightly, she flipped her right leg over Steel’s head so that she was resting on his shoulder. Twisting around, she gazed hungrily at the still twitching cock, cut off from it’s orgasm at the last second. Greedily, she throw her mouth on the member, running her tongue along the top of head.
Steel grunted, and a thick jet of semen landed on sunset’s tongue. The mare pulled off of the spasming organ, and closed her eyes as the cum covered her face in three moderately long, warm ropes.
“At least you’ve got good cum,” she remarked. she hoped to her hooves, and gazed down at the winded and abused guard laying on the ground. Her horn glowed, and the semen lifted off of her face. Thusly, it was dropped by her aura where is splattered all over Steep Steel’s shocked and bloody mug. “I might just end up using you again!”
Steep Steel slowly crawled away on his back, hiding under one of the nearby bunks. Sunset laughed, and trotted off towards her tower of the Canterlot Palace.
***
While showing off the sweat and juices from the vigorous sex, Sunset let her mind wander. She was going to go to Princess Celestia and maybe fool around with her, she had been requested earlier this morning to show up for something at noon. Sunset had reached her tower room with an half-hour left until noon, so she felt reasonably comfortable that she would make it there on time.
Celestia was good at fooling around. She did have thousands of years of experience, after all, and a damn good body. Sunset closed her eyes and let the warm water wash over her, her mind imagining the glorious folds of the sun princess.
She felt the familiar warm, tingling feeling that was arousal. Putting a hoof to her pussy lips, she pressed inward on them, biting her tongue slightly as she felt the pleasure start to build. Moving her hoof to her clit, she rubbed it slowly, imagining that Celestia’s tongue was resting on it, flicking it up and down ever so slowly.
Sunset’s eyes opened for a moment, and she stopped with the hoof right on her joy buzzer. The clock was telling her that it was precisely noon! Quickly stopping the shower, she dried off with her towel in record time and sprinted out of her tower room down the staircase that would take her right to the Princess’s throne room. Her mane flopped wetly behind her, splattering her back with water. She only wished she had more time to dry off with that towel! She wasn’t going to use magic to dry off again, she and her thankful un-afro’d mane remembered the consequences of that all too well.
Bursting into the Princess’s throne room, she walked slowly to Celestia’s throne. The Princess was sitting there, sipping a small cup of tea. Pennyroyal, no doubt. The Princess loved to drink the bitter tea, it’s normally poisonous effects harmless to the immortal.
“Ah, hello my student!” Celestia said, seeing Sunset approaching. She chuckled softly. “You look like you stopped right in the middle of something.”
“Oh, yeah,” Sunset said, in an offhand way, smiling. “I was just showering.”
“You do know that you don’t have to be perfectly punctual,” Celestia said, her smile large and warm. “I won’t be upset if you’re a few minutes late because you were drying off.”
“I can’t be late for the Princess!” Sunset said. She was always a bit more... subdued around the Princess. More polite, and more exemplary. At least, when the two weren’t tussling under the sheets...
Celestia closed her eyes and nodded, her smile unwavering. “I have some very good, if unconventional news to share with you, Sunset.”
“I’m listening,” Sunset said, sitting down.
“As you know, I take on a personal student to teach magic to,” Celestia said. “Until the day they die, they are my student, and after they are passed, they are given a statue and a memorial in the Palace Gardens, and then I must chose a new one.”
“Of course,” Sunset said, not entirely sure where this was going.
“Well, I’m afraid it is time for me to break tradition,” Celestia said with a slight bob of her head. “I have come across a filly of such great power and magic aptitude, that it would be a complete and utter waste for me not to train her.”
Sunset stared at the Princess, her mind drawing a complete blank. Celestia’s smile faded, replaced by a look of mild confusion. “Sunset?” she asked carefully. “Are you okay?”
“You’re replacing me,” Sunset said quietly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Celestia said, leaning forward.
“YOU’RE REPLACING ME!” Sunset screamed, and Celestia recoiled from the noise. Sunset’s face was frantic, covered with fear and loathing. Celestia expression of confusion had evaporated, replaced with one of pale shock.
“No! You mustn’t think that!” Celestia said hurriedly, but Sunset was already in full motion.
“You just... you just go and replace me? After eleven FUCKING years of taking me in and training me and... l-love?” Her voice faltered, but she refused to let herself cry. “And you’re just dumping me? I was nothing before this, Celestia, I can’t go back to being nothing!”
“I won’t replace you,” Celestia said softly, swooping down to put a wing around Sunset Shimmer. “You will be taught alongside her, albeit at an advanced level since she is only the age of seven. I could never replace you.”
“I’m not good at sharing,” Sunset said, still seething, although much calmer now. “How long until you decide that you’ll start going to bed with her too? I was eight when we started, as you’ll recall, and I don’t want to share you with some stupid filly!”
Celestia’s expression of shock was back, mixed with some undertones of disgust that were barely and not very well hidden. “What I have been doing with you was a mistake, Sunset, and I will not be doing it to the new filly. I have been thinking about stopping it with you too, Sunset. It’s completely—”
“Oh? Because I’m too old?” Sunset asked tauntingly. “Do you only go for the young ones? I’m not stupid, Celestia. You’ll fall for the new filly soon enough, and slowly, I’ll be bumped out of the equation. I know what’s going to happen.”
“Sunset, what happened with you was a momentary lapse of reason that spun widely out of control, this you must believe! You’re not being replaced, and I am not going to be doing anything to this filly—”
“Save it.” Sunset thrashed out from under Celestia’s wing, and put her face right into the Princess’s. “All I ever wanted was singular love from somepony, and after eleven years of having it, you’re just going to smash it to little bits? You know my fragile mental state, Celestia, how could you even think of adding something like this to the equation? You are willing to just throw me aside.” Sunset spit in the Princess’s face, a large glob of saliva splattering all over her muzzle.
“You know what, Celestia? I’m the one who is done with you!” Sunset spun on her heels and began to gallop away as fast as she could.
“Sunset!” Celestia called out. It was no use; the unicorn had already left the throne room, and was running down the main hall.
Celestia sighed, and sat back on her throne, not even bothering to lift a hoof to wipe the spit away.
“For the last time, we are not hiring!” the unicorn told Sunset Shimmer in a near-shout. “Now please, unless you wish to buy something, leave my shop at once!”
Sunset scowled. “Come on! Don’t you need anything? I’ve got vast magical talent! I can recharge your wears, move lots of heavy stuff in a matter of seconds, I could—”
“No means no!” the shop owner iterated sternly. “Now, kindly...” he trailed off for a moment. “Say, aren’t you that student of the Princess?”
“What?” Sunset said, barely hiding her quivering lip under a blanket of mixed rage and fake confusion. This had been the first pony to take note of this! Granted, she never really left the castle beyond trips to distant lands with Celestia, and the occasional public appearance with her up on the balcony that overlooked the city, so she wasn’t the most recognizable of ponies. Still, it had taken her over eight tries in various shops all of the city for somepony to realize who she really was. Nopony had even recognized her on the street! It had finally taken this shop owner to note her true identity, and she was not in the least bit pleased about it.
“Yes, I’ve seen you up the balcony before,” he mused more to himself than to Sunset. “You were up next to Celestia, looking rather vicious...”
“You’re mistaken,” Sunset said in a shaking, entirely unconvincing voice. “You are completely and unequivocally mistaken.”
“I am rarely mistaken,” the shop owner insisted. “And I most certainly am not mistaken right now! I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to hire you, I’ve always had a bad feeling whenever I’ve seen you looking down on everypony like you wanted to crush them under your hooves!”
Sunset opened her mouth, but she was simply so frustrated that she could not form the words to spit at the pony before her. Her horn shot out a few errant sparks of anger, and she turned away from the shop owner, leaving him behind in his shop.
Stepping out onto the busy streets of Canterlot, Sunset heaved a sigh. It was a sigh of great frustration, a sigh of great rage, and a sigh of shallow sorrow. The aforementioned sorrow was not only for her current situation, but also for the situation that she had walked away from. Surely, she still did not want to share the Princess with the filly who was most likely being instructed by her former teacher at this very instant, but she wondered if through some stroke of luck, if she had played her cards different, she would have been able to convince Celestia to leave the filly behind, and have things go back to the way they were. That option was certainly out, unless she went back and begged the Princess to forgive her...
No. Her pride would never let her do that. Heaving another chef’s salad sigh of emotions, she looked up at the darkening clouds that were being pushed around the sky by tiny figures at the edges of the rain-heavy sky formations. It seems as though there was a great storm scheduled for tonight over Canterlot...
“Still no luck, eh?”
Sunset jumped. Looking behind her from which this voice had come, she saw a sleazy-looking stallion resting against a barrel that stood at the mouth of the alleyway between the shop that had just kicked her out, and a weapons store that was going out of business due to the fact that it only supplied bows and arrows, a weapon that was very hard for a pony to use without extensive training (baring unicorns, of course, but even in a city filled wit them, sales were none-too-great.)
“Who the hell are you?” Sunset asked angrily, her heart still racing from the scare the stallion had given her.
The stallion grinned, revealing dirty teeth. “Oh, names aren’t important... but I know your name, Sunset Shimmer, and that makes all the difference...”
“If names aren’t important, then why does knowing mine make all the difference?” Sunset asked.
“You’re exempt,” the stallion said hurriedly. “Anyway, I know you are Sunset Shimmer, a mare who my friends in the royal guard tell me is very good at giving angry, dominating oral sex....”
Fucking loudmouths, Sunset thought to herself. Instead of voicing this, she said, “If you’re going where I think you’re going with this...”
“Oh, I’ll go where you want to go with this,” the stallion said. Some of his greasy, black mane fell to one side of his face, revealing a horn. It lit up, and a bag that jingled with the familiar sound of money levitated up next to him. It opened, and Sunset gawked at the amount of coin inside. She had seen more in the royal vaults, of course, much more; but that had been very long ago, and she had been in poverty since earlier that day, so it was a sight to behold.
“The deal is simple,” the stallion said, a chuckle escaping before he spoke again. “If you’re willing to showcase your ‘talents’ on me, then I’ll make sure you have enough coin to get you through the night.”
“And what if I refuse?” Sunset said, gnashing her teeth.
The stallion did not answer her directly, but instead cast his gaze towards the sky. “Looks like the pegasi have whipped up quite the storm tonight,” he commented, grinning maliciously.
Sunset cursed her situation, then sighed a sigh that was more sorrow, and less anger and frustration. “You better not try anything when I’m doing this, you little...”
The stallion chuckled darkly as she mutter obscenities towards him under her breath. He took himself off of his resting position on the barrel, and leaned his back against the alley wall. He shaft was already out of the sheath, resting like a limp noodle against his stomach. Soon, it began to harden, ready for the sucking from Sunset Shimmer to start.
Sunset leaned down, blanching a bit as she got near to the stallion. It was obvious that this stallion avoided showers like a rabbit avoided wolves, or a concierge avoided hotel visitors with hooks for hands. Still, something in the musk of his pre-cum that was slowly leaking from the tip of his semi-flaccid cock drove her wild.
She put her mouth to the tip of the penis, shuddering with sexual hunger as she felt the warm organ touch her tongue. The stallion smiled in his own pleasure, grinning evilly down at her.
Gradually, she moved down the erection, taking it to the back portion of her tongue, but still leaving it an inch or two before her throat. From here, she bobbed up and down on it slowly, hearing the stallion pant above her.
“You certainly are skilled,” he remarked. “But I’m not seeing any of that zeal that my friends speak of...”
Zeal? I’ll give you zeal, Sunset thought to herself. Moving her front hooves up violently, she grabbed the stallion around his midsection, right under his chest. His cock popped out of her mouth, and the greasy pony barely had time to yelp in surprise as he was thrown into the filth of the alley floor. Sunset promptly dropped onto him, he seductive mare-bits positioned right above his face, and dropped into a deep-throat of his stallion shaft.
“THERE it is!” the stallion exclaimed in triumph. Sunset did not respond, too busy gobbling the cock of the dirty pony to do so. She thrust it in as far as it would go, and then pulled it out until only the tip was held in her lips, and repeated this process over and over, the stallion grinning in ecstasy (although Sunset could not see this).
The stallion was not particularly big, maybe an inch more than Steep Steel had been. However, Sunset was still able to get ample pleasure from sucking him off. Of course, her pride was screaming at her the entire time, but she reasoned that tomorrow when she woke up cocooned in the warm linens in an inn rather than pressed up against the cold body of some unscrupulous alley-dweller, she could plan her revenge at a leisurely pace.
The stallion, hypnotized by the glistening vagina that hung above him, craned his neck up so he could partake in the folds. However, the instant that he tried to snag a bit of poon, a swift flick of Sunset’s tail sent his head falling to the ground. Smirking, he tried this again, only to get the same results. And again. And again.
This guy just does not get the message, does he? she thought to herself, a bit irked. Looking over at the barrel as she took his length again, a devious idea formed inside the devious mind of Sunset Shimmer.
“Ha ha!” the stallion called out triumphantly. “My friends were correct! You are absolutely wonderful at this! I think you should be a regular, what say you? I’ll give you enough money to get through each night, in exchange for one of your brilliant sessions!”
At that moment, something came hurtling through the air at the stallion. He didn’t have any time to react, just to open his mouth in a mix of horror and awe, as the barrel he had been leaning on when he first proposed his idea to Sunset Shimmer came flying over the aforementioned mare, and struck him squarely in the face.
Sunset, who was in the middle of a suck when she had used her magic to propel the barrel over herself and onto the grimy stallion’s face, popped off of his dick and wiped away the trail of saliva that connected the two. She rolled off of him, hopped to her hooves, and sashayed over to him, smiling horribly down at his broken face. His eyes were both shut, most likely swelling; his mouth was contorted in a horrible grimace; and his muzzle was bent oddly inward, and both nostrils displayed thin trickles of blood, much as Steep Steel’s had done when she had landed on his face that morning.
“Sorry,” she said with a smirk. “But I’ll have to decline your offer. Sunset Shimmer’s no whore.”
She walked over to the bag of coins, which lay a few feet away from where the two were fornicating, and levitated it up in front of her. Smiling as she did a quick count of the coin by weighing in in her aura, she suspected that there was enough in here to keep her going for a few months at least.
A pained mixture between a groan and a gurgle came to her attention, and she looked down at the unicorn stallion that lay in the muck at her feet, injured and bleeding in this dank alleyway that lay between a failing weapons shop and an apothecary with a strong-opinionated proprietor. Briefly, she considered ending his life right there, stomping his face in with her strong hooves, but decided against it almost immediately; she wasn’t that sadistic. Yet, anyway.
This time, there were coherent words which came from the stallion’s mouth. Groaning, he whispered through blood and spit, “You’ll pay for this...”
“Gee, like I haven’t heard that one before,” Sunset said with a small laugh, her voice dripping with contempt and sarcasm. “See you around, you greasy pervert.”
With that, Sunset left the alleyway, stepping out back onto the road. There were considerably fewer ponies that populated the streets, as nightfall was nearly upon the city. The sky was darker than usual anyway, and in a few moments, droplets of rain began to sprinkle onto Sunset.
Breaking out into a gallop, Sunset Shimmer hurried along towards the west side of the city, near where the public library of Canterlot was. She had heard there was an inn which had the greatest drinks, and the greatest bar side talk of ancient texts, in addition to housing many demonologists.
