The Ravaging of Princess Celestia

The brilliant, golden sunlight shone brightly through the windows, reflecting off of the shattered stained glass in a brilliant spectrum of glittering light. The shimmers fell on the eyes of Princess Luna, who sat upon the throne of the sun formed out of bronze and gold. The doors of the Hall of the Sun sat wide and in front of them lay the bodies of a dozen fallen guards who had dared to oppose the moon goddess. Their once pure coats were now charred from Nightmare Moon’s lightning that had immediately struck them down.

Below the glorious black alicorn was kneeling the unkempt form of Celestia. The white alicorn’s mane was not flowing as serenely as before. Her coat was dirty, and the feathers of her wings were all ruffled. Around her neck she wore a black collar attached to a leash, which the dark princess held in her magical grasp. Altogether, her face appeared downtrodden with exhaustion and abuse.

With her dark and unspeakable magic, Nightmare Moon had created a fully functioning phallus for herself just above her marehood, which was longer and thicker than a normal stallion’s. With tear smitten, red, and puffy eyes, Celestia was now gagging on that long dick with feeble and unheard protests, as the victorious princess was unkindly forcing it down her unwilling throat. Growing impatient, the dark ruler thrust forward in between the white pony’s throat’s pitiful attempts to reject it.

With it finally plunging deep into her throat, she put her hooves on the floor and pressed into Nightmare Moon’s crotch, hoping that she would get off quickly. The violet lidded alicorn pulled half of her length out, racking her slave with nausea as her esophagus naturally tried and failed to pull it back down. She slid her length back in, and her crotch bumped her slave’s nose again. The discomforting rhythm continued over and over again, for an eternity it seemed.

Before long, she started to feel lightheaded, and whimpered, hoping that the alicorn would see that she needed air. Nightmare Moon ignored this and shoved her whole length in once more. Moreover, all this was made worse by the fact that Celestia desperately needed to release again but was unable to because of the black magic that imprisoned her clitoris. The unending and forced oral sex went on and on still. Then just as Celestia believed that she was about to faint, the penis logged in her throat swelled up, causing her to groan in pain.

Before she could even react, the tyrant yanked completely out of her and exploded with a gob of semen. Some covered her face and some splattered inside her mouth as she cried out. Another shot come soon afterwards and then another and another until it seemed her whole front was covered in semen. She reached up and wiped it away from her eyes to see the evil despot grinning with satisfaction. Despite her utter humiliation and now her urgent want of a shower, the more nagging concern prompted her to ask, “Mistress, may I please cum now?”

With the troublesome moments passing, Nightmare Moon’s magic found next to her a smaller magenta dildo that matched the hurt pony’s eyes as well as a bottle of lube. Opening the bottle and pouring a liberal amount onto it, she brandished it in front of her slave and commanded, “Beg for it.”

Celestia returned with an expression of confusion and fear. “But why do you need lu—”

“I said beg for it,” the dark one said, raising her voice and startling the mare below her.

“Mistress, please use that on me,” she quickly said.

The dark one smiled with a gleam in her blue eyes. “Very well, slave.” The dildo quickly hovered behind Celestia’s trembling body and went exactly where she hoped it wouldn’t. The object prodded at her rear entrance, and she had to fight not to clamp her legs shut. She didn’t want to be punished after her horrible induction a few hours before, but she was otherwise powerless to stop the length from spreading open her tight flank hole. She squirmed and whimpered, for despite the fair amount of lubricant, the dildo still tore into her, spreading her open, a fact that was made worse by her clenching around it rather than being able to relax. Despite her protests, the pink phallus hilted and then pulled out of her, distending her backside and forcing her to bite her lip.

Then as if to put the nail in the proverbial coffin, Nightmare Moon’s magic forced her pained eyes to look at the light streaming in from the open windows. The mighty alicorn said with a giggle, “Get a good look. I let the sun rise just so you could see it...one last time.”