Celestia's Honorary Mares

Chapter 5

The Canterlot Carnival of Carnality

A whole week after their first arrival and the girls were all very well trained and conditioned, all of them able to, for at least a short while, stretch to fully accommodate even Slugs' girth, Shears' length, and could guzzle gallons of horse spunk and swallow a fist-sized object without so much as a hiccup. Many of them could take a baseball size object to the anus with hardly a yawn and knew how to wink, mark and show their receptiveness to a male. They knew the parts of the hoof, dock, sheath and shaft were most sensitive and how to give a proper hornjob and wing massage.

The castle grounds of Canterlot were abuzz with activity, workers were busily setting up booths, rides, tables, stages, seating, for what would be a huge event that evening. It looked huge and ostentatious, but was not a public event for just anyone. This was special festival put on just for the girls, and, of course, for the stallions of Canterlot. No foals allowed, or even outside of bed past seven that evening, for risk of wandering out and peeping in on what was taking place.

As evening fell, Luna lifted the great moon up for a great moonllit night, the carnival lights came on across the castle couryard and the carnival of carnality was to begin! A crowd of stallions and mares had gathered at the entrance, and came to a central spot of seating in front of the castle doors. Sensual Music began to play, and with much pomp and fanfare the girls paraded out, in beautiful golden garb, sauntering by seductively with hips swaying and gold tails shimmering, across the walkway aisle, as excited stallions looked on.

Mingling began, and soon, food and libations were distributed, and feasting and drinking began. At first, the stallions were still being awkward, and weren't engaging any of them. The girls actually began to become impatient. They couldn't believe they had come first terrified of becoming sex slaves, afraid of being ravaged, only to find these stallions a bunch of softies. The guard ponies at least knew what they wanted and were up front about it, thanks to their extended military stays away from mares. These stallions were so socially awkward and passive the girls had to pretty much throw themselves onto them and drag them along to make themselves feel used enough to make Celestia happy.

They pulled stallions over to different attractions in the park to show them as the helper mares assisted setting them up. So many incredible, insane devices devised by these ponies for the kinkiest sort of activities. They had been shown and instructed on how to use some of the devices, but not all of them. They were told there would be a grand unveiling of a special device some brilliant inventors had created, and would be shown as the evening wore on.

A few of the girls were chosen for the rocking horses. A large wooden rocker, framed so that the slave girl strapped herself in, bent over it, legs and arms tied down on all fours to the rocker frame, then she was fastened into a full horse bridling with chaps, a bit, stirrups, reigns, and even blinders, but instead of riding atop her, two stallions would stand by on either side of her, and rock the “horse” backward and forward, fucking her from behind and in the mouth as she rocked back and forth.

At the ameneties wing of the festival, there There were all manner of food stands selling food from Canterlot's various restaurant chains, McMarenald's, Burger Hoof, Donut Joe's, Elements of Marmalade, Corn Dog 6, James Brony Island, Papa Ponyatti's Pizza, Crotch-Hooter's, Futaloo Wild Wings, among other stands for local and international fare.

In front of Joe's donut booth, Joe and two stewardesses and had fun with food he had. Not held by the same health code standards of earth, Joe made his little food-related orgy into a spectacle to bring in customers to his booth, not drive them away. It was working, a small crowd of stallions gathered to watch, ordering donuts while his wife worked the booth. Joe sat squatted down but on all fours, with his rear in the air and let the girls do their work.
Kristina and Marissa both took turns sprinkling on, then licking powdered sugar and sprinkles off of Donut Joe's own donut hole. Kristina's tongue rolled around and around the pucker of his horse-hole, the oily taste of equine anal dank combined with the delightful sweetness of sugary treats on her tongue. Deeper she drove into its center, pushing past the strong black sphincter flexing around her tongue to tickle the funky-tasting pink tunnel within.

While doing this she ran her fingers titilatingly up and down the dock of his tail. Tiny farts squeezed out each time he twitched and writhed in pleasure, which made little clouds of powdered sugar blow into Kristina's face, making her sneeze.

While Kristina wiped her nose and got back to exploring the anus, Marissa crawled around underneath Joe's sagging belly and nipped and nibbled at the foreskin of his cock, up to the head, slowly kissing its wide tip. Donut Joe poured a pink strawberry donut glaze over its end, and she took the head and wrapped her whole mouth around it, never gagging, and took a span of three inches into her mouth, looking like a python about to unhinge its jaws around a log, before pulling back up, swallowing all of the glaze and other fluids coating it, opening her empty mouth wide at him as he grinned warmly at her. She had grown very skilled since her first arrival. His wife sat feet away in an armchair, half masturbating to the spectacle of the two girls doing filthy things to her husband she'd never even thought of.

There were gloryhole boxes, carnival attraction booths lit up with lights and music, flat and closed except for one or two holes in the front with some caricaturized villian, enemy of the state or creature with bad social standings' face painted on it, its mouth making up the hole. A slave girl sat inside the box, and provided oral, vaginal or anal service to whoever came up and stock whatever part of their body into the hole. Each girl had duty for around 30 minutes to sit inside each box. Kristina sat inside the Discord box, Marissa was in the Queen Chrysalis box. For that time, she sat in a dimly lit box like a porta-potty, and waited as weird huge cocks from strangers stuck through it straight at her. She'd have to dodge around them as they entered so they didn't bump into her, and she did her best to please them, hearing only muffled moans of pleasure from outside, sucking, fucking, massaging and stroking before feeling their final twitch, and their release of cum. To keep her from getting too messy, she tried swallowing as much as she could, but it was no use. Most of the time it glopped out on her legs and chest, sometimes it spurted uncontrollably, splattering everywhere. Her, the inside of the box, the floor, was covered in smelly, sticky goo by the time her shift was up.

Wiping the cum off her face and having some drink to wash away the taste, Kristina and the other slave girls were called to the central fairground spot to await the unveiling. A large, cylindrical shape in the center was covered by a veil. Two scrawny, cream-colored musachioed stallions with red and white striped manes, wearing flambouant striped shirts and riverboat hats came out and sang a song about their invention. A brief fireworks show began and the veil fell to the ground, revealing to all their brilliant creation. It was a.......

It was a... carousel.

A fully built, fully powered and lit-up carousel at the center of the festivities. But something was weird about its design. It had no horses in it.

Flim and Flam, their names were, began to explain it to them.

With a song.
Flim and Flam announced that they were going to sing, but needed some assistance from the audience. They called out two slavegirls from the crowd, and received blowjobs in front of the audience and began their song. The fireworks ended and all the ponies cheered, and immediately stallions began choosing girls and taking them with them onto the carousel.

“Well lookie what we've got here, brother of mine,
it's the same in every town!

Stallions with hard cocks, blue balls and less horsepussy to be found!
Maybe they're not aware that there's really no need for this jizzy despair,
That the key to solve this sad mare shortage you and I will share!

Well we've got clopportunity in this great capital city
He's Flim
He's Flam
We're the world famous flim flam brothers!
Travelling salesponies nonpareil

“*fftoot* Non-par what?” asked the girl giving flam a blowjob, after spitting out his cock to talk.

Nonpareil, but that's not really important right now, you see
Because nopony else can see why us stallions have such need
and that's a new world with tons of poonting
so tight and ready for slamming
more pussy than you can think of in all your days of clopping

“I doubt that!” said the woman giving Flim head.

So take this opportunity in this very community
he's flim
he's flam
we're the world famous flim flam brothers
travelling salesponies nonpareil!

So I suppose by now you're wondering 'bout our peculiar carousel
I say, our carnival attraction
But my brother and I have something unique and superb
unseen at any time in this big new world
Folks, it's the one and only, biggest and best,

Unbelievable

Unimpeachable

Indespensable

I-Can't-believe-able

Flim Flam Brothers
Super Kinky
Human-Pony
Fucky-Go-Round 7000!

The Flim Flam brothers kept on singing throughout it, undistracted by their blowjobs, but climaxed on the high note, ending the song as they shot their load on the girls' faces and fireworks erupted in the sky.

“That was a very nice, darling, thank you! Here, let me clean you up there, lovely!”, Flim said, wiping his flacid cock across her brow, not really cleaning her at all, just smearing more cum and smegma around on her face.

With the end of the song came cheers and laughter, and the crowd was tense with excitement and curiosity. It looked like a carousel that had no horses in it-- the slave girls were to be the horses. Empty poles were inside it, not running all the way from the floor to the ceiling, but stopping in the middle, where the carousel horse would normally be, was a well-contoured basin where the slave girl would rest, atop her, from a pole telescoping from the ceiling, was the a top basin that came down to hold her in place and was the rest of the “pole” for the horse.

The mechanics of the carousel would allow each and every slave girl “horse” on the carousel to rock back and forth as the carousel rotated. Like the rocking horses, the pony would not ride atop the slave girl “horse”, as in a normal carousel, instead, there were hanging seats suspended behind each of them. These seats too moved with the mechanics of the carousel to rock forward and backward, in opposite synch to the stewardess, so as to thrust backward and forward into them.

It was an actual ride which mechanically made the stallions thrust in and out of the strapped in stewardess on a merry-go-round of fucking. The girls walked around it, in awe of it and astonished at what sick mind would engineer, fund and build such a device, and how long the ponies had been planning and designing devices like this with humans in mind, and why.

It was a night of wild insanity the girls could never have imagined. None of them, not the celebrities or trailer parkers, or porn stars or politicians among them, had ever been to a party as wild and insane on any level. They drank, they feasted, they vomited and ate some more, many of the girls became so covered in horse cum some of them were all but unrecognizeable underneath it.

Strapped into the merry-go-round, the music playing and the lights going, the girls got a bit sore and tired, but admittedly still had a bit of fun being fucked by stallions who randomly joined the ride, strapping into the chair, riding them like a horse, well, like a horse being fucked from behind at least, able to glide in and out of them with the motion of the ride, or push the device themselves and go their own speed, gyrating and gliding with the smooth motion of the well-lubricated mechanical iron cogs and wheels.

The ponies were equally shocked and thrilled when they discovered they could rotate the girls around one hundred eighty degrees and face-fuck them on the ride too. The girls, not so much. Their necks got really sore after that, and it was hard to see through all the splooge after awhile, not that they didn't already know where they were going. It was a merry-go-round, after all.

Kristina was massaging her aching neck after being given a break from having horsecock shoved rhythmically into her mouth over and over again on the merry-go-round. She was walking back from the watering trough when A certain captain of the guard signalled her attention.

“Hey, babe!”

“Hi...”

“You're Kristina Vox, aren't you?” he said.

“Yes.”, she said, blushing. It was frightening to remember that even here in post-rift Equestria some ponies might recognize her by her moviestar status.

“I watched all of Maritime Blvd. I loved your role as Dione Barr in that series. I thought it was some of your best work.” said Shining Armor.

“Oh, wow... thanks...”, Kristina knew she was blushing. She wasn't expecting, in this place, from these ponies, to receive random praise for a terrible early role in a horrible, dismally-reviewed series she preferred to forget.

“Yes... Kristina started to say. I'm glad you enjoy my work.”

“I sure do, I love your work. It's a shame there won't be any more.

Kristina suddenly was hit with a great sadness. 'Great, thanks for reminding me, ass.' she though.

“I'm sorry, hey, it's okay, baby, hey, Celestia isn't as bad as she seems. She's well... she's like a sun. Sometimes she flares up and gets rather nasty, has a few storms, tries to show off her power, but then after awhile she calms down, shows some mercy. I'm going to be in-laws with her soon. I'm sure I can pull some strings for you.” he looked at her with compassion. He shook himself, and said,

“Hey, babe, you like corndogs, right?, said the oddly Californian sounding captain, pulling three corndogs out of nowhere.

"Er...”, Kristina was caught off guard with that, but come of think of it she was a bit hungry.

“Sur--”

She didn't really have time to answer before Shining Armor said

“Hey, wanna see me make these disappear?” ...and proceeded to jab them into all three of Kristina's orafices. Kristina's biggest worry was that the spiked wooden stick would go through the corndog and pierce her insides, but even using hooves, Shining was amazingly dexterous with those tasty things, and a week of being repeatedly mounted by stallions had made her easily able to accept penetration by a corndog.

Shining had the roundest-eyed, at times creepiest stare, but seemed mostly sweet and harmless for someone of such high military status. His large blue hoof massaged her face as she bit down on the delicious battered sausage she-seriously hoped-was-some-sort-of-veggie-dog-because-meat-eating-horses-would-be-wierd in her mouth and chewed it.

Shining armor had a fourth conrdog he had just pulled out and bitten into. She could see a strange quirky arousal shining seemed to be getting out of this, and played with it. She emphasized her chewing, and showed him the chewed up corndog in her mouth, scrunching her face at him in feigned enjoyment as she munched, which seemed to drive Shining Armor mad with arousal. He stared blankly at her for a bit, then kissed her passionately, the two of them sharing the corndog between both their mouths.

After masturbating the corndog in both her pinker and stinker, making her orgasm, he pulled it out and then raised his eyebrows at her seductively and ate both of them, right off the stick in one bite. As if that wasn't wierd enough, he immediately choked a little while swallowing and spat out some of it out on her neck and chest, but heavily apologized and ate it back off of her.

Shining Armor was nice. She knew she couldn't invest emotionally in anypony, but Kristina really did like him and enjoyed this brief little moment. she hoped maybe he felt the same way. He gave her a peck on the forehead, got up and walked back towards the castle. Kristina watched him go.

Up on a stage, the flim flam brothers were now being the center of attention again.

“Cum one, cum all, and see the amazing... bottomless human! This girl can swallow anything, and has no gag reflex! Watch now, as she fully takes in both I and my brother Flim here, all the down! And she will do it, with both hands behind her back! It's the incredible, the all-edible, Diamoooooooooooooond Shooooooooooooooooooooooooooores!

Diamond Shores came out, sure enough, bound with her hands behidn her, and blindfolded. Flim and flam both began to wank off together on both sides of Diamond, as as she got down on her knees and licked up and down their duel equine shafts. She stood between them, giving a great show, sucking off one, then the other in turns, taking them deeper and deeper each time. Their cocks and her face began to glisten with precum and spit.

A drumroll sounded, and the brothers pressed their cocks together, and pushed them both into her mouth as one. Her jaw looked like it was unhinging, and her throat bulged out, as their duel horse swords disappeared into her gaping maw, nearly all the way to their hilt. The two brothers stood, awkwardly pressed against each other side by side, both stuck together inside Diamond's throat. As the drumroll concluded with crashing cymbals, and Flim and Flam's weird expressions, odd jerky hip thrusts and the clenching of their buttocks meant they were finishing. Diamond was red-eyed and clearly couldn't breathe, but she didn't gag, and tried swallowing as much of their seed as she could as it pumped down her throat before it filled her and splurged out in a cream pie down her whole front. They pulled out of her with a schlump and she gasped for air on the floor of the stage, slimy fluids pouring out of her mouth and nose.

TADA! Sounded a trumpet. Flim and Flaw took a bow, and took off lifted up Diamond's hand, she smiled weakly, red-eyed and like she had just sloppily ate a container of hot cinammon roll icing, and gasping for air like she had just run a marathon.

“Everypony Give a hoof to our bottomless pit Diamond Shores!” The other girls applauded, no longer envious, but now happy to see how Diamond's popularity as the star mare was paying off for her so well.

As the night wore on, and ponies and girls alike became more soused, festivities became more slurred, disoriented, ridiculous and absurd. Around one in the morning the stallions came up with a new use for the merry-go-round, just having the girls stand on the edges of it as it spun, waiting on their knees. The stallions stood up around the outside of the carousel, held their erect cocks out and slapped the girls on the face with their dicks as they spun by. Some made a game of trying to aim and see if they could cum and time it just right to hit a girl on the face with she went by. Only two “sort of” succeeded with glancing shots.