Celestia's Honorary Mares

It was three days since the carnival, the girls were all still sore and woozy from it. Business had been slow since then, even their lessons had been very easy on them. But training still continued, and it was rumored they were going to have another lesson that would really shock them at some point.

But today, at 11:00 it was time for another royal guard party! A small squadron was headed for duty on the borderlands tomorrow, and a celebration was being held to lift their spirits before they went off away from their familiar base in Canterlot. About 24 of them would be gathering together in the room, and 24 of the girls waited for them. They would talk, carouse, have some casual sex with a rather repetetive looking bunch. A usual Tuesday, a routine the girls were becoming accustomed to. Kristina stuck close with Marissa and Sadie, and waited with them for the guards to arrive. There didn't seem to be much there in terms of party accomodations, no cake or streamers. A squadron of guards strode into the room and stood in a formation by the wall.

A blue haired white unicorn entered, and the officer stepped aside and saluted. "At ease", he said. He took a seat.

"Welcome everyone. Girls, we have a special event planned for everyone today. We hope you all enjoy it! I know her majesty's royal guards will.", he announced with a wink, taking a seat.

The Pink Queen suddenly entered the room. She too took seat next to shining armor and the officer at a table at one end of the room.

"Today, girls, it's time for another important step in becoming a good mare to your master. If everyone would please make their way over to the truss in the end of the room and sit in a nice row in front of it.", she said, poorly hiding an ominous smirk.

The girls, all 24 of them, looked at each other nervously, stood on their knees down by a series of posts with some crossbeams running through them like a post of fencing in the room, or, like a horse tie.

Shining Armor called the guard ponies, all 24 of them, to stand in front of each girl. The girls looked up fearfully. What was going on?

Their hands were grabbed by the guards by telekinetic fields, their unicorn magic pulling their hands up behind the girls and cuffing them to the posts behind them.

"Hey! What's happening? What did we do?", some of them wimpered in fear.

"You did nothing! You're fine. This is part of the lesson." Cadance replied absentmindedly.

"What? What are you goiong to do to us?" some of them cried.

"Shhhhh.", Cadance said, like a mother to a child.

Handcuffed to the back, their feet were then grabbed, and pulled out in front of them by more telekinesis. Some of them were visibly upset and moaning in fear.

"Please, We'll do anything! We don't have to be chained like this!"

"We know. We know you will do anything for us, for ponies, for love. Let love fill your heart, Relax. Don't fight it." she had a dangrous expression with that still odd smirk.

Her horn glowed pink again, then deep red, and a wave of electric passion washed over them all. Cindy felt like a swirling, dancing crimson ribbon filled her mind, making her warm from her head to her toe. She looked up at Cadance, and at all the stallions in the room, the one standing right over her, and didn't even know who he was, but she loved him. The stallions looked at Cadance, who gave a nod, and they proceeded forward, each one taking a stance in front of one of the girls.

They bucked up, leaning out over their naked, vulverable bodies, their front hooves resting on the fence, their undersides and genitals fully exposed, the women laid out and bound under them. they looked up longingly at the guards, who smiled down sweetly, also affected by the spell, some blushing, looking lightheaded.

Their bellies looked very bulged out, like they had just enjoyed a large meal, or a lot to drink. They weren't erect. Their cocks unsheathed lazily, limp and floppy, only hanging down a little bit. The guards seemed to be holding their breath. In their shadow the girls smiled up at them, burning with desire, yearning to do anyting they wanted, the dirtiest, filthiest things. The guards were looking at Cadance again, waiting for some signal. She nodded with a huge smirk.

The guards all let out a sigh, and a powerful stream of hazy yellow piss shot out of their cocks straight at their faces. The girls all jerked violently in shock, not expecting it, and began flailing and squirming in panic, feeling like they would drown. The room filled with the jingling of chains. Kristina coughed and sputtered, not expecting it and getting it in her windpipe.
They all moaned loudly through their tightly shut mouths, which would have been screams if they dared open them.
“Easy now. Calm yourselves. It's just water.”, Cadance said.

They caught their breath, between the heavy torrent of micturition they realized they could breath through their noses if their heads were held right and sheltered through their arms. Disgusting foulness filled their senses. The smell of a filthy stockyard, the waste of farm animals, the filth they may have smelled cleaning stables on farms back on earth, was now a torrent covering their heads and faces. They were almost drowning in it. Some of them wretched and started throwing up through the dark yellow showers spattering over them. But soon a new sensation came. Cadance's spell of passion pulsed through them, energized with greater power, fires eruped in their loins. They squirmed with arousal, trying to clamp their legs.

Despite the shock, humiliation, digust, and the pungent smell now soaking their hair against their scalps in sewerish filth, they began to love it. They calmed down, stopped squirming and trying to hide their heads in their shackled arms. They now held their heads up high and accepted the hot stallion piss pattering against their faces. Cadance's spell reached a climax of intensity, and they could no longer take it. They loved everything. They loved the powerful sensation of horse urine gushing into their faces. They wanted more.

One by one they were driven to let their last meager guard down. Unthinkably, the slave girls each began to open their mouths.

Kristina felt her own unmitigated desires push her over this edge, and when she opened her mouth she felt the thrilled guard pony above her tremble with excitement as he moved to direct his stream toward his new target, spraying around her face and neck before finally splashing across her tongue and hitting the back of her throat with a hollow gushing sound. Kristina's mouth quickly filled to the brim with hot, foamy piss. It was the most wretched flavor, acrid and acidic, warm and foamy, thicker than water.

The smell of a filthy bathroom filled Kristina's sinuses, it was all she could now taste or smell. Something was wrong with her. Every instinctual drive trapped inside herself seemed to be screaming-- no! sick! bad! gross! fight! But the screaming seemed to be trapped behind a wall, muffled by the overwhelming pleasure and passion that clouded her mind, a feeling she knew she was coerced into from Cadance's powerful passion spell. The flavor of a public restroom puddle her nostrils and burning in her throat only filled her with intense arousal, knowing it was coming from her stallion master standing over her. She had to serve him and do whatever he wished, and at the moment it was to let her tongue, mouth and throat serve as his personal urinal.

Some instinctual part of them all started to wretch in protest, but fought it, and kept their gag reflex at bay. And they loved it so much, they couldn't possibly let it go to waste. As foamy urine began to pour out the sides of their lips, they gulped, swallowing mouthful, after mouthful, after mouthful. They barely took the time to stop for breath as the stallions' streams continued to patter relentlessly into their mouths. Some finally gagged and vomited, despite their best tries to hold it down, and Cadance spoke.

"It's okay. Some may take time, but soon you will all grow very well accustomed to its taste and smell. Pony urine is far thicker and substantive than human urine. Taste its musk, the powerful hormones within it, the other substances and fluids present in it, telling everything about your master's state of reproductive viability, his health, or even his mood. Is it just salty, or slightly sweet? Is it metallic, or slightly tangy? You must, you will have to. So sorry we have to use this procedure, but this is the best way to get acclimated and comfortable with an important task-- taste testing your master's state, and, if he so chooses as well, to be bathed in his showers if it pleases him. You humans may find it shocking, but urination is a key part of equine courting, and a practice you will have to become comfortable with.”

The last trickles died down, the stalllions shook their cocks off over their stewardesses. The girls all sat there, shackled, catching their breath, covered every inch in filthy residue, all they could taste or smell was a dirty public restroom, they wondered how long they would smell that way, when they would ever get that smell out of their noses, the taste out of their mouths and throats. Yellowish Rivulets and trails covered their naked bodies. Tiny beads of precum from the aroused stallion urine dangled off their glistening skin, from their ears, between their noses and lips, even between their eyelashes. They were all smiling at each other and starting to giggle.

The guard ponies all stood over them, looking down at what they had done, their cocks now becoming very erect.

The girls were all unshackled. In Cadance's prescence, still overwhelmed with lust, they immediately leapt for their very guards who had just finished using them as a urinal, startling them with their voracious hunger, dabbling and licking at their sheaths hoping for more, carresing, kissing, licking at their cocks. The stallions held back and looked nervously at Cadance, who nodded and brushed them off with a hoof, and the guards threw off their armor and went to work. One guard promptly sat on his girl's face, her tongue hungrily going to work on his taint, while another leaned back and had two girl licking each of his black testicles. One woman gave her guard a hornjob, carefully moving up and down on the horn of a grey unicorn, who soon exploded a plasmodial goop on her face, which she licked off her fingers. Another was on his back, eating his slave out while she took in his chubby girth in her mouth.
The sixth was getting his shaft worked between the large breasts of a freckle faced girl, his seed spilling all over her chest and face. They all now smelled of piss and cum, rolling around in their own puddles of it on the floor in their lovemaking. Cadance's horn slowly dimmed and faded, the guard ponies and women suddenly seemed to have come to and looked around themselves in surprise.

The Queens looked on, Celestia was furiously masturbating to the sight, Luna was vomiting into a barf bag she had conjured. But Shining Armor had his eye on Kristina, and couldn't take it anymore. He shed his armor and went for Kristina, who stopped helping her guard after another girl took over his cock.

"Hey, babe.”, he says, prancing up to Kristina. He offered her a hoof, she took it and sat up from being crouched on the piss-covered floor. A wash of telekinesis from his horn wiped most of the urine and cum off her face.

Wasn't Cadance right there in the room watching them? What would she think? Kristina looked up towards her, but she wasn't there. She had left.

Shining armor laid her on an empty table next to where Celestia and Luna were sitting and rutted her missionary stile, staring sweetly into her eyes before pulling out and spraying it all over her. He gingerly picked her back up and laid her back on the ground. She stared up at him lovingly.

"Hey Kristina?"

"Yes, Shining?"

"Would you like some lemonade to wash down the corndogs?"

Kristina rolled her eyes. What is with these fucking ponies and their urolagnia?

He squatted over her, squeezing her chest and shoulders under his folded hind legs, and let his now limp cock dangle right into her mouth. It was black, soft and spongy, she licked at its slick translucent coating of fluids. She waited, and as his stomach heaved with a deep sigh, she soon felt the warm trickle of Shining Armor's stream of warm piss flowing into her mouth. She let it cascade down her throat, gulping just right, so she didn't spill a drop through her lips. He finished and shook off the last trickles in her mouth, and after her last swallow he bent down his face to her and kissed her one last time.

"Y-You take care."

The orgy died down, the soldiers said their goodbyes and they mopped up the mess and hit the showers to clean off. None of them told the other girls, who were getting their turn later.