Make Royal Incest, Not War

Chapters

Prologue
Plot Development
Epilogue

Prologue

Chapter 1: Prologue

“Retreat!”

“Pony down! Pony down!”

“MEEEEEDIIIIIC!”

It literally was a battlefield—the sky had darkened from the smoke produced by the flames visible from every angle. The few ponies still standing knew that their current thoughts could be their last at any second.

After Chrysalis’ humiliating defeat at the Royal Wedding, the situation in Equestria was rather calm; aside from a few exceptions, most of which were related one way or another related to the Crystal Empire. The past ten years had been peaceful, and with the number of threats towards ponykind decreasing on a daily basis, no one—not even the princesses themselves—expected a turn of events happening anytime soon. This eventually lead them to cut down on the amount of military personnel; a terrible mistake in hindsight.

The truth was that Equestria had been anything but safe. Chrysalis didn’t take her defeat well, and used the subsequent ten years to plot her vengeance. In those ten years she’d quadrupled her army of changelings, vastly outnumbering the ever-shrinking number of ponies.

It wouldn’t be very long before the black creatures would reach their destination…

“How much time do we have left, sister?”

The two rulers of Equestria were far up on hill, supervising the battle from a distance in a hastily erected tent, guarded by two Royal Guards. Said guards were able to keep absolute composure and discipline even at the face of the seemingly unstoppable battlefield getting closer and closer to them. The air carried a smell of death and agony, combined with ashes of burning corpses—the air of the annihilation.

“If our fighters can delay the inevitable enough by battling until their last bit of energy has vanished, it could buy us an hour at most. However, that is a very optimistic approach, so I wouldn’t suggest your raise your hopes for more than about thirty minutes.”

Celestia gulped at her sister’s calculations, slowly turning away from Luna while solemnly slumping her head to the ground in defeat. “I have failed.”

“Sorry?” was Luna’s quick response to the sudden expression.

“I have failed. I have failed to protect my little ponies—our little ponies. I was given the task to protect, make them live happy lives, since I was born. Now the end is near. Not only for our people, but also ourselves, Luna.” Celestia raised her head and revealed her now tear-filled eyes to the dark alicorn. “I have failed!”

“Cut it out!” was said alicorn’s response as the sun goddess lowered her head again, her soft whimpers getting replaced more and more with shouts. “You did your job as princess of the sun for over three millennia. Did you really think you would continue to do so for all eternity? We may be immortal by the basic theory, but nature always finds its way. I’ve been thinking this way ever since I’ve returned from my banishment to the moon, praising every single day like it is my last. Looks like I’m going to speak said praises for the last time today—our final day.”

Luna now turned around to look her crying sister straight in the eyes. Seeing how she didn’t seem to recognize her wish, the former Nightmare Moon brought a hoof to Celestia’s chin to slowly lift it up.

“Tia… It doesn’t matter anymore in these final hours. Crying over destiny will neither improve nor worsen the situation we’re in. The end is near and all the two of us can do is to make the best out of the remaining minutes we have. Besides...”

She moved a step closer towards the older alicorn.

“...There was always something I had dreamed of doing since halfway through the years of my banishment. Something I couldn’t bring myself to do until now—but the current situation forces my hoof to do it now before my chance is forfeit and I will never be able to do it. Just wait here for a second.”

Luna turned around and hastily ran to the opening of the tent, addressing the two guards standing at attention outside.

“You will not enter this tent, no matter what sounds you may hear. Under no circumstances. Am I clear?” The guards saluted. “Good.” She went back inside, quickly adding, “Oh, and thank you,” before closing the pseudo-door that was nothing but a few curtains.

“Lulu, what was that abou—”

Celestia didn’t get to finish her sentence, as her younger sister practically leaped towards her, tightly locking her lips with the sun goddess.

The shock in the older sister’s eyes were clear at first, but after only a few seconds she gave in, closing her eyes and joining the battle of tongues in their royal mouths.

They both knew it: this would be their final battle, their final moment to find out who truly deserved to be the better ruler of Equestria. This fight, one that neither party intended to lose, was the fight to determine who was the one-and-only god of love making.

In the distance you could almost hear Princess Cadence throwing a fit… if she weren’t dead already.

Oh Tia, I’ll make you squirt so hard you’ll blast Chrysalis right back to wherever she and her changelings came from!

Little did she know how much irony one’s destiny could spare on seemingly unserious matters. Much less how much that irony decided to turn against your thoughts…

Chrysalis looked over the battlefield, smiling viciously at the taste of victory she felt.

She closed her eyes, counted to three, and opened them again. In that short time her changelings battled their way through at least another five yards. They outnumbered the ponies so much it was almost baffling when one of Chrysalis’ subjects fell, but that wouldn’t let her or any other black creature feel bad; there is always a price to pay for war, no matter who the winner is.

As she was humming along to the symphony of battle cries, screaming, and explosions, she noticed one of her scouts returning, its wicked grin telling her that it was about to deliver good news.

“Your highnesss,” it happily hissed as it landed in front of her, “The royal tent isss only guarded by two poniesss, all the other onesss are fighting. We can instantly overrun it when we arrive. The princesssesss won’t stand a chance!”

Chrysalis’ already great mood was elated further as she listened to what the scout told her, looking at the small tent in the distance. “Hah, excellent news! These pathetic princesses will regret ever humiliating me once they burn in pony-hell!” She turned to the scout. “You may go now.” The smaller changeling bowed down and flew away.

After blissfully mulling over her soon-to-be-acquired victory for a few more seconds, she flew up to the sky and shouted, in a magically enhanced voice, “Fight on, my people! Victory is only a few minutes away! This is the day the changelings will start to rule over Equestria!”

The cacophony of apocalyptic noises doubled at those words, as the insectoids fought their way through the defenses of the ponies faster than ever.

All your love will be mine, princesses!

The two princesses looked into each other’s eyes, both of them desperate to find that hidden signal in them—the signal that would tell them when to start. Multiple millennia of experience left them well versed in the secrets of perfect love making, and they knew their final moment before the abyss ate them up would only have to be the finest.

Celestia blinked—a terrible mistake. Luna used the split-second distraction and immediately teleported herself behind her sister. Then, not giving her a moment to react, she leaped towards the sun goddess’s butt and dug her muzzle deep inside her marehood.

“Naaaahhgh!” Celestia cried at the unprepared attack to her body. But she wouldn’t let herself be defeated after a beginner’s strike like that. Besides, it was hardly fair to make the younger sister be the first one to do all the work.

Celestia leaned her head forward and stretched out her plot, telling Luna to go harder. Her sister, naive as she was, accepted the fake offer. She moved her muzzle out of her older sibling’s vagina to prepare for another strike, this time without any defense.

She inhaled and pushed forward… only to almost stumble as her tongue tried to lick air.

“Huh?” she said, not knowing what had happened.

“You are still my younger sister, Lulu. You don’t deserve to be the first one to do all the hard work.” Celestia chided with a smug. “Let me show you how the older professionals do it.”

Luna wasn’t sure if she wanted to let her sister claim victory of the situation, but time was limited, and she was in heat. The last heat she would ever have. “But leave me some time to pay you back!”

“Oh, don’t worry, I will.”

And with that, Luna exposed her own marehood to her older sister. It was a beautifully clean set of lips, topped off with a perfectly shaped clitoris—not too small, not too big. Okay, maybe not getting laid for one thousand years and only fucking yourself with dildo-shaped moon rocks was part of the reason, but that’s besides the point. She was hot.

Celestia leaned forward and slowly drew her tongue over the length of her younger sister’s pussy, careful to take in every piece of the flesh that she could. She was surprised to find her already incredibly wet, but didn’t pay it much heed, instead focused on enjoying the moment for as long as she could before they had to switch roles.

Her water tasted like lunar dust after a meteor shower, with a sweetness that not even Sugarcube Corner’s cupcakes could top. Celestia gave her sister another slow lick and then started nibbling on her clitoris.

Luna moaned softly as her arousal slowly started to build up in her body. She leaned a bit more towards her sister, intending her to suck harder. As she did so, however, Celestia stopped and moved her head away.

“Tia? P-please don’t stop already. There’s no way my time’s up yet!” Luna pleaded. She turned around with a worried expression, but it immediately brightened up as she realized what her sister had planned.

“Did you really think tongue work would be the only thing the two of us would be doing on our last day?” Celestia said with a grin. From her own clitoris grew a perfectly-formed, thirtyone-inch horsecock with a diameter most ponies wouldn’t even dare to take in.

Then again, most ponies aren’t princesses.

“Comma or asterisk first?” Celestia asked. She didn’t want to leave her sister hanging with unfulfilled wishes in her final moment.

“Turn that comma into a cummer!” Luna ordered.

And with that, the cock was in. Instantly. The trick to teleport the penis in, rather than moving it in, was always one of Celestia’s best maneuvers—one only a handful of top porn ponies could master (it really hurts to get your dick melted together with a vagina, you know).

Luna was immediately on a 180 pulse track as she realized what trick her sister had just pulled off, and she let out an ear-splittingly loud moan.

“Did you hear that?!” one of the guards asked his colleague. The two were still standing at the tent’s entrance.

“Yes, I did. And somehow I… don’t know if I want to know what that sound was,” he nervously replied.

“I have a feeling, and I’m not sure how to react to this…”

Luna was on the moon again—hypothetically speaking. Celestia definitely knew how to futa stuff just the right way.

And that was by going slowly. Like, very slowly. Keep the heat down after the first rush of arousal and strike again when the victim least expects it.

She did as her own book told, and slid the penis painfully slow back and fourth. However, what Luna didn’t realize was that Celestia kept expanding her dick just by a few millimeters every second—barely noticeable, but enough to keep Luna’s cooldown from being too fast.

When she reached a point that seemed like Luna was ready for another real assault, she slid the dick out completely.

“What now?” Luna asked with a slight bit of anger.

“Just wanting to taste you for one last time before all light fades away,” Celestia explained. She moved her lips slowly over her sister’s lower ones, and, like before, made sure to pick up as much of the good stuff as she could. The bittersweet—mostly sweet—sourness was now mixed with a bit of Celestia’s own pre-cum, but that just made the drink much more enjoyable.

She licked over her sister’s worked-in marehood a few more times, making sure to take in every last drip. Then she got up and prepared herself to go all the way with her sister this time.

Were it not for the idea that struck her at that moment, realizing that you could never really go “all the way” when it comes to magic.

“Hey, Lulu, remember that thing with the comma and asterisk? Well, I know you like doubling the fun, so how about we go semicolon instead?”

Luna’s face brightened up at the thought. “Yes! Yes! Please, Tia, do it!”

With that, Celestia’s horn lightened up once again, repeating the procedure from a few moments ago. Seconds later, a perfectly fine replica of the penis coming from her clitoris popped out of her pussy—same size, same diameter, same amount of pre-cum on its tip. “Ready for the apocalypse?”

Without waiting for a reply, Celestia jumped on her sister, using her magic to guide her double-dong into the correct holes on the first strike.

Bulls-eye. Double.

“What the fuck?! We are about to die in a huge wave of changelings, and our rulers have nothing better to do than fucking each other’s brain out instead of, you know, thinking of a plan to stop this mess?!” the guard asked angrily.

His comrade had a different issue on his mind though. Or rather, on his crotch.

“Are you… seriously… getting turned on by this?” the first guard asked as he noticed the awkward expression on his coworker, and his erect dick.

“‘Why aren’t you?’ should be the real question.”

“Because it is just wrong to think about sex before your inevitable death!”

“You just said it yourself; ‘inevitable.’ If you can only die, why not use your last moments to have some fun? I don’t feel embarrassed for this. In fact, if I weren’t ordered to guard this entrance I’d go to that tree over there and clop the shit out of my dick while thinking about Celestia and Luna having hot double-dick futa sex.”

Suddenly, another dick grew. “You were in my locker. You know that’s my fetish.”

“Eeyup.” There was a short moment of silence. “So, seeing how there’s nothing to do before our deaths, mind if I break the rules and do what I just said?”

“I’ll join you.” Shocked looks from his pal told him what he’d implied. “Oh, oh, oh! In a separate spot of course. No-homo.”

The only way to truly go all the way would be by stuffing a third dick into Luna’s mouth, but portal spells require a lot of concentration—concentration Celestia was not willing to spare, even if it was for her sister’s final intercourse.

Instead, she tried to make the best out of the double Big Mac that was inside her sister at that moment.

There was a pattern; slow, fast, ultra fast, super slow, repeat. Building up heat and instantly letting it break down to a snail-like tempo was the only way one could handle a two-at-once massacre without cumming faster than you could say “double the gun, doubled the fun.”

But guns and holes had similar shapes in this situation, so Celestia figured it was a time for a switch of positions. Going as deep in as she could, she teleported herself under Luna, exchanging ass-dick’s and pussy-dick’s entrances.

Luna didn’t even take much notice of the situation as Celestia wrapped her forelegs around her, and moved her downwards.

“Applejack may be the only one we can ever truly go cowgirl style with, but she doesn’t have twice her brother attached to her crotch!” Celestia remarked. She left out the part about Applejack actually having cows on her farm.

Luna merely let out a soft moan in response, her mind being too far up the moon to formulate anything more coherent. It was good enough for her sister to smile and use her magic to lift her up a little to the up-and-down movement, further letting her dive into the ecstasy of a thousand suns and moons.

Something registered in Luna’s mind after a few more seconds. “Tia! I… think I’m not lasting much longer…”

“Don’t worry, Lulu. I’m pretty close as well…”

A few more times up and down.

“Haaah… Haaaaaaaah… Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh… CUMMING!” Luna shouted. “Fuck the rules, inside!”

“Your wish… is my command,” Celestia said between heavy breathing.

And then they came. Hard.

Luna was overwhelmed with the cream of two already incredibly overdeveloped cocks entering both her holes at the same time. A little too hard, she realized seconds later.

The pressure of the liquid was too much for her containers to keep, and she flew up towards the ceiling of the tent like a water rocket. Only the water was white and sticky.

The guards outside didn’t even notice the bump at the tent’s ceiling combined with the loudest moaning yet.

Because they were already dead.

Changelings had arrived and stuff.

Whiteness was everywhere. Some of it—only Celestia knew why—was even bubbling lightly.

Luna turned towards her sister. Thankfully, the landing after the failed second journey to the moon was soft because of Celestia’s fast thinking, using her magic to slow down her fall and gently let her move beside her.

After a few moments of resting, Luna said, “Tia… thank you. Thank you so much.” Her eyes started to wetten a little. “You know… I didn’t really have anypony since my return from my banishment. I… I almost thought I would never again have—”

“Sshhhh…” interrupted Celestia her. “It’s okay. I’m here. Together we can make it through this.”

She leaned forward for a kiss, which was gratefully taken by Luna.

After they broke the kiss, a small strain of saliva still strung between their lips, Celestia continued, “Besides, I haven’t really had anything but my prized student’s life-sized sex doll either. Stupid royal deals made having anything but Twilight’s only valuable part, her ass, all I could stick these two bazookas in.”

The two of them stood up. Celestia’s horn lightened up, and the two friends disappeared, only leaving Epona’s originally intended work of a marehood.

“Now, with that being out of the way… Switch of roles?”

It would only be a few more seconds before it was all over. Changeling after changeling got into position. The storm at the tent would start it at any given moment. The few ponies foolish enough not to have surrendered by now were still trying with all their might to hold the dark creatures back, but they were still overrun—it was a one-sided battle for them.

Chrysalis looked back at the several mile-long Armageddon she had left behind. No matter where she looked, the lifeless corpses of changelings and ponies—the latter outnumbering the former by far—could be seen everywhere.

The queen soaked in the sight one last time, took a deep breath, and rushed forward. “This is your judgement day, princesses! Attack, my changelings!”

The tent was incinerated and exposed something Chrysalis definitely did not expect to see.

Author's Note

This story was actually written over the course of two months. Not because it actually took that long to write, but because I couldn't bring myself to write the clop parts. God knows why.

Well, here you go! Hope you don't mind my cheap humor. Not having English as primary language and writing pony sex is kinda difficult. :twilightblush:

The next chapter will also be the final one. Expect it in the next few days.

Huge thanks to Abcron's amazing editing skills! Give that man some props so he can finally start writing himself!

Plot Development

Chapter 2: Plot Development

“What the FUCK?!” the changeling queen screamed at the sight that lay before her.

“Oh, uhm… Hi, Chrysalis,” Luna stuttered incoherently. “I, uh… There… there is a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why my twenty-four-inch horn is all the way up my sister’s vagina. And why my entire body is covered in white. We were… thinking about counter attacks.”

Slowly, Luna slid her horn out of Celestia’s pussy, careful not to incite any further arousal from her sister which would increase the awkwardness of the situation.

Luck wasn’t on her side though, as a small gust blew past the two princesses now standing exposed in the area that was once covered by a tent.

“Hhhhrrrraaaaaaaaahhhhh!” Celestia’s sensitive lips reacted to the cool air immediately—too fast for her sister to take cover.

With her horn still halfway in, she was assaulted by a wave of marecum—a quantity only a horny ruler of a thousand-years-old nation could produce in such a situation. Luna had no time to react; Celestia squirted all over her face for what seemed to be no less than twenty seconds. The stream of water was split by Luna’s horn, which was still inside her sister, as she was too shocked to do anything.

After the torrential downpour had passed, Celestia collapsed to the ground. However, as she did so she pulled away from the remaining piece of magic wand that was her sister’s horn—too fast. She let out another intense moan followed by a repeat of squirting her sister right in the face.

At that, the sound of something that reminded Luna of glass bursting could be heard en masse. Luna slowly swiveled her head and ears to the source of the sounds. It was all around her, as she realized soon enough.

Changeling after changeling fell to the ground as its wings exploded. The princess could see the chitinous wings of the black creatures going stiff for a moment, causing all flying changelings to fall to the ground, before the wings inflated, and then they blew up.

Luna turned to the changeling queen. “Uhm, Chrysalis… I know this situation between me and my sister was rather… unpredicted. But could you please explain to me what is happening to your people?”

Chrysalis herself was still incredibly shocked from what she had witnessed moments ago. However, unlike her minions, her wings kept on buzzing perfectly fine after seeing the royal intercourse.

She snapped out of her trance after she realized that Luna had asked her something. She observed the display of mind-blown and at-loss-for-any-words changelings falling to the ground one after another.

Minutes passed—or at least that’s what Chrysalis felt, before she was ready to give an answer. “D-did you plan this?” she asked. Her voice carried a trace of sadness.

“Fucking my sister’s brains out? Yeah, I must admit, that was kind of my plan. Though I didn’t expect it to end like this.” She waited a few seconds for a response. When none came, she added, “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong with your changelings. Why are their wings… exploding?”

Chrysalis realized at that moment that her victory was lost. What is a changeling that can’t fly? Worthless. But what if all changelings couldn’t fly? She didn’t want to accept her defeat, but it was pointless to deny the truth. Her head fell and her eyes closed in failure, and she glided to the ground, coming to a halt before Luna. She didn’t say a word.

“Uhh, Chrysalis?” Luna asked.

“Wingboners,” Chrysalis bluntly replied without any hint of emotions.

Luna tried to understand, but failed and just blinked a few times. “What?”

“Wingboners. There is a reason why all changeling drones are male: they are allergic to arousal. Their tiny, thin wings can’t hold the pressure that fills their veins when they are exposed to sexually attractive pictures. If it’s too much, they explode.”

At that, Chrysalis finally lifted her head again, and looked the princess of the night straight in the eyes.

“You just transformed an entire army of changelings into a bunch of two-dimensional objects by hornfucking your sister. There’s no way I can feed an entire colony of this size all by myself. We are creatures of the sky, not the ground. There simply isn’t enough love down here.” She lowered her head again. “Congratulations. You win.” Chrysalis turned around and started walking off.

Celestia slowly got up, having recovered from her orgasm. “Ugh, what happened?” she asked, rubbing the spot where a tiny rock had connected with her head upon her collapse.

“We won,” Luna explained deadpanned. “All the changelings lost their wings by us having sex. They will all die because they can no longer hunt for love from the air.”

The sun goddess wanted to jump up joyfully at what she heard, claiming herself as the victor of a battle she’d thought she initially had lost. However, her sister had said something she still wasn’t sure she’d understood quite right. “Wait, what do you mean with ‘they will all die’?”.

“Exactly what it sounds like.”

This was bad. This was very bad. Ponykind may have been saved, but at what price? The genocide of an entire race that did nothing but try—albeit in questionable ways—to stay alive? No, this wasn’t a burden Celestia wanted to carry around for all eternity.

After thinking for a few seconds, her face brightened up as an idea struck her.

“Lulu, what we just did… was that… love?” Celestia asked.

“Huh?” Luna replied. “What do you mean, sister?”

“I mean, mindlessly stuffing two oversized horsecocks into you. Was that really mindless, or was it actual love?” Celestia looked into the eyes of her sister. “Was all you wanted to get laid for one last time before dying, or were you actually in love with me?”

Luna didn’t respond at first, unsure of what to say. Her sister has just asked her the one thing she never wanted to talk about: love. Not to mention love with her sister. But she knew denying the truth at such a moment wouldn’t help her situation in the least, so she gave in. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Tia, it was love.” She carefully took a step forward, not breaking eye contact. “It wasn’t just wanting to get fucked for one last time. I wanted to spend my last moments with my sister.” Another step. “I love you, Tia.”

Celestia caught on to the idea quickly, and she leapt in for the first kiss.

Luna was shocked for a short moment, but gave in, closed her eyes, and just enjoyed the intimate contact with her sister. It wasn’t a fight over the strongest tongue, it wasn’t even who had more better spelunking skills in another pony’s mouth. No, this was a kiss for no other reason than sending a message: I love you too, Lulu.

The two broke the kiss, and leaned their foreheads against each other’s, just embracing each other in this moment of royal revelation.

When the moment ended, both princesses couldn’t be happier: ponykind was saved, and they’d just given in to a crush that was probably several millennia old.

But that happiness didn’t last long. As they surveyed the scene around them, they were reminded of the imminent death of countless insectoids who had done nothing but what they were told.

Luna broke the silence. “Uhm, Tia, why exactly were you asking about that in the first place?”

“Oh, right, forgot about that.”

She leaned in to whisper to her sister, making sure she was the only one to hear what she had to say.

“So, the changelings feed on love, right? The more they have, the faster they grow. But more importantly, lots of love means they can heal themselves.”

“You mean we should share our love so we can help our enemies? Why would we do that?” Luna asked confused.

“Simple. Right now this is nothing more than a stalemate. Chrysalis will return with a stronger army in a few years, and I’m sure by then she will have learned a thing or two about wingboners. What if our two species can finally lay aside our differences and share what we have in common: love?”

“I can see where you’re coming from, Tia, but I’m not sure how you intend to do that.”

Celestia’s smugged. “Well… remember the ‘two bazookas’ from earlier?”

Chrysalis kept on walking through the body-filled ground. Whether it was a pony corpse or a wingless changeling that had lost conscious after falling out of the sky, she treated both as dead equally.

She could save her changelings with enough love, but a miracle had to happen for that to be possible.

“Qu-queen… th-there…” a weak changeling tried to call out to her, but Chrysalis was too deep in her mind to pay him any heed. “F-four—”

The changeling queen angrily stomped on his head, ending his miserable life before he could finish his warning.

“Shut. Up.”

If only she hadn’t been so stubborn and let that drone finish talking.

Just a few moments ago, two princesses—mighty and regal—emerged from the horizon, flying over the battleground in the direction of the changeling queen.

“White Sun, this is Moon Falcon. Target has been located. Requesting permission to attack. Over,” Luna said while holding a hoof to her mouth to imitate a Wonderbolt’s radio communication.

“Moon Falcon, this is White Sun. Permission for attack has been granted. Fire at will. Over,” her sister joined her in.

“Roger. Over and out.”

With that, Luna separated from her sister and glided down towards the unsuspecting black object slowly walking away from them.

“ASSAULT AND ATTACK!” Luna shouted at her target.

“Huh?” was Chrysalis quick response. Then, events from earlier repeated itself.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgh!” Chrysalis screamed at the sudden violation. The two most-prized of many holes in the changeling queen were filled from top to bottom with meat. Fleshy, wet meat, something no changeling the world would have.

“Did you really think you could just walk off like that, Chryssi?” said Celestia as she landed in front of Chrysalis, making sure the queen could see every detail of the two schlongs hanging below her tummy, ready to do whatever their mistress told them.

“Wh-wh-wha…” the changeling queen tried to ask, but the shock from the unexpected stuffing still hung over her, but she had no way of assembling anything coherent sounding.

“Let her go, Lulu,” Celestia ordered her sister, who obliged and slowly moved her own pair of destructive devices out.

Once she was done, Luna stepped beside her sister, looking at what she had just been in seconds ago; a miserable pile of chitin, but for some reason Chrysalis was still able to blush through that hard and exoskeleton.

“So,” Celestia started, “we have been thinking. You may be our enemy, but this—” she motioned to the wingless changelings around them, “—is inexcusable. So we’ve come to make an offer.”

“What offer?” Chrysalis asked hesitantly.

“A Peace Agreement. You will promise not to attack us ponies anymore. In return we will give you enough love to heal your people, as well as enough for it to survive for a few dozen years.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

Celestia motioned downwards.

“Oh.”

A few minutes passed without anypony saying something. Eventually, Celestia broke the silence. “So, do you agree?” she asked.

“Do I have any alternatives?”

“We could fuck you to death, until you are only a pile of black and red mush. However, I don’t think that would make either party happy,” Luna explained calmly.

Chrysalis gulped, but she knew there was no way to get out of this situation other than giving in to the two-by-two “Peace Agreement” that stood before her.

“Fire at will.”

Author's Note

1000 views and 100 favorites practically over night—easily my most viewed story yet. I don't feel like I deserved any of that praise for this terrible story, but as long as there are some people out there who enjoyed my work it wasn't completely done in vain.

I wanted to end the story on this chapter, but I didn't feel motivated enough to write the whole thing yet, so the wrap up will be in the next one (hopefully). And since this chapter wasn't very cloppy, said next one will start off with exactly that.

Final note: Should you find any mistakes, don't blame my editor, blame me. I pushed him to rush his editing.

Epilogue

Chapter 3: Epilogue

Memo to me: Do not make jokes like that in the middle of a royal, love-dependent, double-double futa orgy anymore, Chrysalis told herself.

And she would do well keeping that in mind. Was she to blame, though? Who would’ve guessed the two Equestrian rulers would take the command “Fire at will” literally? Because the instant the changeling queen said that, she was covered in a huge onslaught of white cum, quadrupled from the number of oversized horsecocks in front of her.

Throughout the event, both princesses didn’t move at all. Instead, they just shot load after load onto the black creature’s body.

“You know,” Celestia started, still in the middle of the lustless cum shower, “I don’t want to sound racist, but you do look a lot better in white, Chrysalis!”

“Har har,” Luna deadpanned. “Of course you, white butt sun, would say that. What’s next? Do you want to paint your sister white as well?”

“Hmm, now that you mention it—”

“Don’t even think about it!”

A voice coming from a third party, clearly overwhelmed by the randomness of the situation, spoke up before Celestia could say anything else. “Uhm, ladies?”

“Yes, Chrysalis?” Celestia responded, slightly annoyed she couldn’t put her plan to assimilate her sister into action.

“Look, I know you two want to make a Peace Agreement. Fine with me. But—” she motioned to four the white torrents shooting down on her, “—is this really necessary?”

“Rules,” Luna responded simply. “The rules of a royal Peace Agreement clearly state at section 6, line 18 and 19, ‘All agreements must be initiated with a cum shower with no less than two stallion penises for at least three minutes.’”

“But you are mares!” Chrysalis exclaimed.

“That’s right, and that’s what I wanted to say before you interrupted me,” explained moon butt. “Section 6, line 20, ‘Should no stallion genitals be available at the moment of the agreement, the act can also be executed by futanari mares with at least four penises.’”

“Technically,” Celestia continued, “we would need four different futa mares, but…” She motioned toward the corpse-littered landscape around them. A nod from Chrysalis indicated that she understood.

It was a lie though. She didn’t understand anything—at all. But if getting showered by cum from two horny alicorn maniacs was what it would take to end the war and finally get enough love for her people, then Epona-damned, let it be that way!

“That should do it,” said Celestia, her sister and her finally cutting off the stream of white fluid.

Before them lay a white Queen Chrysalis. Were it not for the holes in her body, projecting dark shadows in them, neither ruler would’ve seen her in the white puddle, which stretched a good ten feet at least in all directions. Any hint of her black carapace was covered in the complementary color.

“Heil me or what?” Celestia asked the dead or unconscious crowd of black changelings all around her, almost too proud of herself.

“Keep your modesty to yourself, Hoofler,” Chrysalis commented angrily. “Can you two just get this over with?”

“Of course, dear.”

The princesses motioned the queen to stand up, exposing the few still black parts of hers—those which had been touching the ground. She closed her eyes and waited for something to happen. The sooner this nightmare was over the sooner she could forget about it.

She waited. And waited. And waited.

When nothing seemed to happen, she asked, without opening her eyes, “What’s taking you so long?”

“Looks like we didn’t think the rules through enough when we made them,” Luna explained with a hint of unsureness in her voice. “When we talked about requiring four dicks for a futanari Peace Agreement, we completely forgot about the fact that mares only have three holes for sticking stuff in at the same time.”

“But I’m a cha—”

“No!” Celestia interrupted her. “I made the mistake of putting my penises in a changeling’s body hole before. Never again.” She shuddered at the memory.

“Yeah, I can kinda see where you’re coming from,” Chrysalis admitted. “Hole-sex isn’t a common fetish amongst us changelings either, hehe.”

“So, what should we do?” Celestia asked.

“You could—”

“Idea!” Luna announced before Chrysalis could say anything further. “We can just stuff both dicks in her mouth at once!”

“I’m afraid of her sharp teeth…” Celestia confessed.

“Or you could—”

“Oh wait, better idea! We could just give her a second mouth! Profit for both sides!” Luna almost jumped at her amazing idea.

“Ugh, no way. That’s just… no.” Celestia lifted her head up, almost as though she wished the solution would just fall out of the sky.

“By Epona’s fake clitoris, listen to me!” The fury in her voice could be heard from one end of the battleground to the other, and she slammed her eyes open. “Your holy book up sexually fucked-up rules to make a Peace Agreement may state that you need to do the procedure on one pony, but does it explicitly state that is has to be the ‘same body’?”

“Uhh, it has to be you and only you, Chrysalis,” Luna explained slightly confused.

“Gosh, and you two have been the rulers of this land for thousands of years?” Chrysalis shook her head. “All you need to do is take one of my unconscious changelings, freshen it up a little, and make it turn into me. Under normal circumstances any changeling impersonating their queen gets executed instantly, but… I think we can make an exception here.”

The two princesses blinked at the queen a few times, before Luna asked, “Well, Tia, what do you think?”

Sun butt thought for a moment before she gave in. “I guess it’s our only way to get this over with. Damn, who wrote these rules?!”

“You did, Tia.”

“Oh.”

Chrysalis tapped her hoof impatiently. “I’m waiting…”

“Okay, let’s do this,” Celestia agreed. “Show me your least injured subject.”

Chrysalis’ horn lightened up, and she started looking through her network of connected insectoid minds. “Right over there,” she said after only a few seconds, pointing her hoof to a nearby changeling. The princesses nodded and walked to it.

“C’mere, ya smexy moon dancer!” Celestia said to her sister when they arrived at the changeling. The two rulers initiated a royal tongue apocalypse right in front of changeling queen’s eyes.

But before Chrysalis could say anything, the seemingly unconscious changeling drone lazily opened his eyes. “Wha…” he slurred, unable to comprehend what was going on.

“Welcome, my dear changeling. You’ve just been brought back to life by the love of Equestria’s rulers. Consider yourself lucky,” Celestia said. “Chryssi?”

“Uhh…” Chrysalis said, still appalled by the sight of the two princesses making out in front of an almost-dead body to bring it back to life. “Rrright…” She slowly stepped forward. “Normally I wouldn’t have a problem with this, but right now I have no other options. Do not ask why I’m covered in white. Don’t even ask why you are back amongst the living. Just…” She brought a hoof to her forehead, more than embarrassed of the situation. “Turn into me and get rutted by these two princesses.”

“Of course, your Highness.” Without any further questioning, the changeling turned into a perfect copy of its queen—save for having white cum all over it.

“Huh, I at least expected some sort of resistance,” Chrysalis admitted.

“Never, your Highness. Your wish is my command. When should we start?”

“How about right fucking now?!” Celestia shouted.

And without any further warning, the cock was in. Plus the other three.

Celestia picked the similar-to-her, real Chrysalis, while Luna started with the impersonating drone. Whether it was because they were good actors, being a changeling’s natural talent, or because they genuinely felt overwhelmed wasn’t clear. Didn’t matter for the princesses though; all they wanted was to get their dicks emptied.

And trust me, those dicks were far from empty. Well, doesn’t happen all day that you manipulate your ovaries into an infinite-cum-producing factory, now is it?

Celestia and Luna pretty much repeated the procedure from earlier. Luna, specifically, was very excited to have her turn with the ‘doubled fun’ after having been interrupted earlier.

Because for some reason changelings had nothing better to do than conquer Equestria.

In, out, in, out.

That at least would be the standard procedure. Being an alicorn with two oversized horsecocks, however, meant that you could screw with the standard procedure a little. That is to say, have one go in while the other goes out.

But the princesses were anything but dumb—so long as you don’t consider why they were doing this in the first place. At the rate they were going they would be done in mere seconds. The changeling mimicking its princess shared all her properties, and one of those was stamina.

Once the real Chrysalis started to increase her moaning, it was clear for the sun goddess working on her behind that she needed to stop so the official minimum time given by the ruleset could be met. She gave her sister a signal, and the two teleported out of the four holes they were working on.

White Chrysalis and Fake Chrysalis lay there, panting heavily. “Why did you stop?!” the real one shouted angrily. “I was so close!”

“Ten minutes, that’s the minimum. We weren’t even at four yet,” Celestia explained.

“Besides…” Luna added, giggling lightly, “I think my Adolf Celestia here needs to learn about the magic of dark ponies.”

“Ugh, fine!” She walked to the disguised drone. “Just hope this is worth it.”

Without any warning, she shoved her gentlecolts in. A loud moan escaped the drone’s mouth, though it wasn’t nearly as loud as the when Celestia’s sister did the same before. Additionally, she was careful not to provoke an ahead-of-schedule orgasm again.

Meanwhile, Luna mirrored Celestia’s actions on the real thing. Her every sense tingled at the feeling of two artificial stallionhoods rubbing at the insides of the changeling queen’s most private cavities.

And yet, something didn’t feel right.

“Hey, Chryssi?” Luna asked, quiet enough so her sexual maniac of a sister could hear her. “I know this is all an official treatment, but… I think we can both agree that this all feels a little wrong.”

“Oh really?” Chrysalis said mockingly between moaning. “I genuinely thought double-fucking another species’ queen is what the hip ponies do these days.”

“Heh, right,” Luna chuckled. “No seriously, I feel this should get a different treatment. What do you say if we… switch roles?”

“Huh?”

“I meant if you do what I’m currently doing to you.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

Luna sighed, unhappy. “I thought being the one in control would make me feel good, but I think I’m having a better time being the stuffed one, not the stuffer. Besides…” She snickered. “You are still a villain. I’ve been cleansed long ago.”

Chrysalis beamed. “Oh, if that’s what you want, let’s do it, Nightmare Moon Butt!”

“That’s the spirit!”

Luna’s horn lightened up and her two penises grew back into their original form, leaving only a clean architecture of genocidal nature behind—otherwise known as Princess Luna’s vagina.

“So, how do I get these dicks?” Chrysalis asked.

“Well, I’m not too sure, actually. Tia told me the spell, but I’m not sure if I still remember every piece of it. Let me try…” Her horn lightened up and slowly two perfect, black dingalings grew from Chrysalis crotch.

“Looks good to me,” Chrysalis said once they were done. “So, should we begin?”

“Anytime you want!” And yet another time, the cock was in.

Chrysalis wasn’t as talented as the princess she was rutting, but she definitely had one or two kinks of experience up her holes. You just needed to know which one.

The two kept the moment going on for as long as they could, simply enjoying each other’s presence, without any intention of crushing their partner. Chrysalis was good, but still careful so she wouldn’t break Luna before she wanted—experience she collected in the gender-switching nights with Shining Armor.

They switched positions so that Luna lay with her back on the ground, allowing the two to see into each other’s eyes during their act, and continued their passionate lovemaking. That went well for a few minutes, but then Luna blurted something out she would soon regret. “I love you, Chryssi!”

Silence reigned over the moaning-filled battlefield they were in moments ago. Both Chrysalis and Celestia stopped.

“What did you just say, Lulu?” asked Celestia slowly, anger, disappointment, and a slight hint of sentence in her words. She pulled out of the drone. “I thought we were in love now! I was so happy when you told me earlier!”

“I meant it! I love you, Tia, but that doesn’t mean I can’t love Chrysalis either.” She turned towards the shocked changeling queen standing over her. “Isn’t that right, Chryssi?” Without a warning, she pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.

Chrysalis’ eyes shot open, but she was unable to say anything. Slowly, though, she felt the urge to protest go back, until it was entirely replaced by passion for the blue princess. She gave into the kiss and explored Luna’s mouth, careful not to hurt her with her sharp fangs.

As the two broke the kiss, Luna turned towards her sister, and was shocked to see her crying. “Tia!” She wanted to stand up, but was still in the captivity of the changeling queen. “Could you…?”

“Oh, right.” Chrysalis let her penises slide out of Luna and stepped away from her.

Luna walked to her sobbing sister, and put a comforting hoof on her shoulder. “Tia… you mean the world to me, Chrysalis won’t even come close to that. I just have a thing for her as well is all.”

Celestia’s tear-covered eyes looked up at her sister. “Y-you really mean that, Lulu?”

“I would never think of something else.” Luna pulled her sister into another kiss, her saliva still mixed with Chrysalis. That didn’t matter though; what mattered was the issue being resolved.

Suddenly, a loud screaming interrupted their moment, and the two broke their kiss abruptly. Then they turned to the source of the noise, and were surprised to see Chrysalis cowering on the floor.

“Something is wrong with me!” she screamed. “I think… I think I… OH MY EPONA!”

Those were the last words she would say for a while. Right after she was done talking, her two penises exploded into a shower of pink cum. Like a nuclear bomb it swept over the entire battlefield, leaving not a single changeling or pony body uncovered.

Then she limply fell to the ground.

Luna was shocked, not paying much attention to the pink ocean all around her, and ran towards the changeling queen. She was relieved to see she was still breathing softly. “She’s fine.”

“Lu-luuu?” Celestia slowly said in a mothering tone.

“Y-yes, Tia?”

“Did you use the penis growing spell I told you not to use until you fully learned it?”

“Uhm… maybe?” Luna said sheepishly.

Celestia only sighed at that.

“What is this pink stuff anyway?” Luna asked after a while.

“Liquid love,” was Celestia’s simple answer. “If you did what I think you did—and trust me, the odds for that to be the case tend towards infinity—the love you’ve given Chrysalis when she had sex with you was stored in one of the penises, creating a bond between the two of you. But when you also admitted your love to me, the other penis was also filled, practically overloading her.”

“And then the blackie went boom.”

“Exactly.”

“I see…”

Neither sister said something, the awkward silence reigning over them like a nightmare. After what seemed like forever, they heard something: buzzing.

“Chryssi?” Luna swung around and expected to see the princess standing back up again. She was surprised to see her still laying in the same spot as before, nothing but her belly moving at all.

Another set of buzzing could be heard. And another. And another.

Soon enough, the entire battlefield sounded like the inside of a bee hive, only a hundred times louder. Changeling by changeling got up from their slumber, each one sporting a fresh set of wings.

Celestia’s horn lightened up, ready to attack the creatures. Before she could do anything, though, a chitinous hoof stopped her. “Wait!”

“Why?” was the princess’s only response.

“These changelings won’t attack you, they are filled with your love!” Upon hearing that, Celestia removed the energy she built up in her horn, and was speechless.

“You mean… Luna and I are a part of them now?”

“Yes,” the changeling replied. “They are as much your subjects now as they are for Queen Chrysalis.”

“That’s right,” said Chrysalis from behind them. Celestia and Luna were so shocked by the invasion they didn’t notice her standing up. “And I can’t thank you enough for what you have done. You were true to your word, Princess Luna and Princess Celestia, and healed my people.”

“I guess we did…” Luna said, still overwhelmed by the entire situation at hoof.

“So… what now?” Celestia asked.

“Now?” Chrysalis chuckled. “Now we can see if these new wings, created with the power of true pony love, are any more resistant against wing boners than the old ones.”

Luna raised her hoof. “Oh, oh, me first!”

“And that’s how you were made!” the three lovers and rulers of Equestria finish explaining in perfect unison. “Kingborn by royal, interspecies, double-futa, lesbian incest, during a war with thousands of changelings watching us!”

The young pony-changeling hybrid can barely comprehended what he just heard. “… With six dicks?”

Author's Note

Well, here it is at last. I'm not too happy about this story, but I still think I did well for what it was. Writing clop just isn't my skill yet, so I will probably need a few more attempts to create something that doesn't need ridiculous humor to justify itself.

Oh well, hope you enjoyed it!

Side note: Due to the new NSFW restrictions, I was forced to find a new cover art for this story. Apparently, sloppy kissing is considered NSFW these days. Ahem, right. It's interesting to know that passionate kissing is crossing the line, but a fiction about quadruple futa is fine.

(Trivia: This is my first ever real story I've marked as complete. That bible thing doesn't count. It's also, as of posting this chapter, my longest story. Interesting, isn't it?)