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.

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!