By the Dawn's Early Light
A Fanfic by Adam J. Nelon
(Author's Note: What follows is a Sequel to One Night's Stand. In order to better understand the context of this fiction, it is best to read One Night's Stand before reading. If you have read that fiction, then please enjoy!)
What had happened last night was a mix of the most wondrous night of my life, and the most lucid nightmare I had ever experienced. I had, for one prolonged moment, become the personal plaything of Princess Luna. In the middle of the night, under cover of darkness, I had been brought to the place of Luna's very namesake and ravished to no end. For that moment, I was rendered incapable of resisting. I had been violated by she of blue blood with not a word in edgewise, but in the end, she apologized for her sudden outburst of lust...In the end, I suppose it was a worthwhile experience...however frightening it was.
However, as I came to awaken on this morn, I did not awaken in the comfort of my soft bed...Instead, I found myself bound by chains and locks to a cobblestone wall, a set of iron bars just in front of my eyes. The orange light of the morning sun glowed in through a tiny window behind me, slightly blocked by a few small bars. I was unable to move even the slightest as my body was spread and affixed into a most inappropriate position...
Within a few short moments of self-calculation, I realized exactly where I was: The Royal Dungeon.
Okay, that was a rough approximation, but iron bars, chains, and dim lighting usually don't mean much else. From what I could tell, I was either very far down, or the cells adjacent to mine were either empty or nonexistent, given how deathly quiet it was. It was the kind of silence where you were deafened by stagnant air passing through your cochlea, and even the lightest sound audible to your ear sounded frighteningly loud. It was the kind of silence where you were always afraid of making a single, solitary noise because you might alert someone.
Naturally, an all too mortal chill ran through my spine as I heard the slow clopping of hoofsteps ever nearer to my cell door. It was during this I noted one last little feature in my incarceration: A very tight codpiece, barely even used or worn, was attached to my body for reasons I dared not fathom. The chill grew even more as my cell came open, and a rather large pony came inside, barely even visible in the dim sunlight.
"Well, well, well..." called a deep, feminine voice from the shadows at the other end. "Who do we have here?"
As I began to process just who the voice belonged to, I heard the snapping of a crop.
"It seems that...I have another little playmate..." said the voice, before snapping the crop very profoundly. "Tell me, little colt...do you know who I am?"
My eyes shot wide as I now understood just who was addressing me.
"P-P-P-Princess...." I shuddered, before gulping down a knot in my throat. "...Celestia?"
It was with my assumed correct response that the crop was then used to elevate my chin, bringing me to eye level of the pony who was, indeed, Princess Celestia. But something looked different about her. Her mane was more disheveled and pale. Her eyes didn't have the same look of compassion and mercy as her more common demeanor had. Instead, these were the eyes of lust...passion...desire...and sinful intention...and upon her lips, there carried a quite devious smile as those same eyes I was staring into shrunk to the size of peas while the smile grew larger.
"Well, well, then!" She giggled as the crop raised my chin higher. "You know my name! But do you know why I'm here, my dear little prisoner?"
My eyes shrunk to the size of pins as I began to think of all the myriad reasons this horse would have me bound by chains and braces in the most secluded parts of the royal dungeon before finally settling on the one idea that made the most sense.
"Is this..about what happened between me and Princess Luna?"
The mad sun goddess nodded, keeping me held by the crop. "You're two for two so far, little boy...and can you guess what I have planned for you?" She asked, with a grin.
I began to sweat profusely before gulping once more and timidly asking...
"You're going to...have me executed..."
Princess Celestia began to giggle. "What a cute little answer..." She chuckled, before her expression changed to one full of spite, raising the crop upward.
"But you are so very...very...wrong!"
SNAP! With no warning or relent, the crop the princess was holding struck my hide, leaving a noticeable welt on my pelt. The only thing that I let escape from me was a deep hiss of pain as my eyes shot wide again, fully bringing me to wake.
"Oh...so close, dear. But then again, I guess you haven't been around as long as most of our other guards. So, do you know what it's time for?"
I gulped, still catching my breath from being suddenly whipped.
"Is it...an explanation?
"Mm-hmm..." Purred the Princess, laying the crop to rest a moment.
"You see, my dear little fish out of water...a long time ago, in this magical land of Equestria, not long after I had banished Nightmare Moon to the moon, I had begun to show the first true signs of puberty...much like Luna, I began to have cravings and curiosities toward much more...obscene...vocations. However, where Luna only had her, her hoof, and all of the moon to keep her busy, I was privileged enough to have hundreds, perhaps even thousands of ponies at my beck, call, and disposal. So, I decided that, once pleasuring myself grew out of my personal favor, I decided to have other ponies help me to satisfy my lust...and, as time grew on, I slowly began to become oh so familiar with the act, I had become addicted. I craved the flanks and bodies of all my subjects, no matter what gender, age, or status! I began to spread a reign of raunchiness and romancing all across Equestria, with no visible end in sight!"
The crazed celestial being paused for a moment and cackled in a manner that, were it not used in this current context, one would call "cute".
"Everypony...especially the little ones, began to refer to me as "Princess Molestia"...and what an appropriate name it was...When I wasn't managing the balance of the cosmos...I was managing my insatiable thirst to molest...I thought the fun would never, ever end...until one day, the pony known as Star Swirl the Bearded used the finest mental sealing spell in his arsenal to scatter away and seal the facets of my mind so built to feed upon desire...I felt so downtrodden from that spell...But, it was for the better of Equestria, they assured me. However, because of the nature of the spell, it has a tendency of weakening every so often...and before the being known as "Molestia" was sealed within my mind, it came to be known that I did not enjoy ponies taking from me what was rightfully mine...And, following her - or should I say, my - sealing, an unspoken edict went into effect..."
With this, she took a deep breath, her pea-sized eyes now large and deathly serious.
"In the event that the molester known as yours truly should return, I am entitled by divine right to have first intercourse with each and every pony here in Equestria...an edict which, apparently, no pony told you...thus, you ended up in Luna's lusty little hooves instead of my own..."
I began to sweat even more as she said that, feeling an intense heat wash over my body.
"So..." the alabaster molester asked, taking the crop into her magic once more. "Do you know what's going to happen now?"
Bullets of fear-based sweat dripped off my body as I began to ask probably the single most terrifying question I would ever ask someone...
"You're...going to rape me?"
With this, the Princess grinned widely as her head turned to a most frightening angle.
"Oh, but "Rape" is such an ugly word!" She laughed, her eyes shrunken once more. "I prefer to say "molest"...after all, "Rapelestia" doesn't have the same ring to it..."
She then sighed. "Besides...I don't intend to molest you...yet."
Celestia (or rather, Molestia) tapped her hoof with the crop a few times, smiling devilishly at me.
"Your body is much too soft...so, I'm going to...toughen you up...any good guard has to be able to endure plenty of abuse...especially from me..."
My eyes shot wide as I began to see in my mind's eye just what she was intending. I was sweating bullets as he raised the crop near me, winding backward.
With all the ferocity of a wild beast, Molestia began to swat at me with the relentless sting of a riding crop, turning my grey coat ever more read with each swipe, the sting growing ever more intense with each welt being left on my body. As my pained eyes looked to the princess, however, she was not yet smiling.
"You're boring me!" She shouted, swiping with even more power, her anger pouring straight through the fibers of the crop into my fur, leaving a spectacular mass of red, swollen flesh.
And so, that was the last straw to break the first of many proverbial camels' backs. I couldn't dare to hold my anguish a minute more, as from my lungs burst out an agonized cry of pain, the tears I had tried so desperately to hold in now sputtering out like a faulty lawn sprinkler. As I attempted to look up, I saw a pearly white smile...but where most smiles conveyed a sense of open kindness and mercy, this one showed a maleficence of such a fine caliber that I realized within mere moments that I had done exactly what she wanted of me.
"Yes..." She hissed, her irises growing into huge rings of bright magenta, the pupils narrowing to turn into the gaze only suited for the most vicious of all serpents. "That's what I want to see...now...let's hear some more!"
"WHAT?!" I barked, squirming furiously to try to break free, only to vainly tug against the chains.
"You heard me..." She snapped, flogging me once me. "I want to hear your pain!" another slap with the equine rod of discipline followed. "Scream! Scream for your Princess, you cur!"
And so, with her relentless flogging opening sores and wounds across my form, I had to comply, not out of being ordered, but out of sheer, unadulterated pain.
"Oh, yes!" She cackled, laughing like a mare possessed. "Now...say my name!"
SNAP! Where most of the floggings had hit around my chest or stomach, this particular flogging hit me straight in the flank, turning the fluffy, white clouds on my cutie mark a bright red. I was getting tapped of what little energy I possessed. I had to spend the few pregnant moments of her relent just to breathe.
With a pained gulp, I let out a childish whimper.
"...P-P-P...Princess...Cel...tia..."
"I can't hear you! Again!" Molestia barked, snapping in the same spot.
"Princess Celestia..."
"Wrong! Again! What is my name!" The pearl pony peddler snapped, cracking another wound upon my body.
"Princess...Mole...." I whimpered, trembling ferociously.
"Yes....?"
"Princess...Molest..."
"SAY IT!" screamed the molesting matriarch, stinging the one last patch of unscathed flesh upon my form with the ferocity of a thousand hornets.
That was the straw to break the back of the second camel that was my psyche. My entire body had then, for an instant, flared with intense, burning pain, its heat almost matching that of the fiery orb that the princess normally had command over. But this morning, it was not just the sun she had control over. Deep in the bowls of a dungeon in Canterlot, this mare of much molestation had control over a pony being punished for a predicament that he had no power to prevent. And she was enjoying every single moment of it.
Thus, with one deep breath, I screamed at the top of my lungs the two words of the Alabaster Molester's true name as if they were the final words I would ever let escape me in my brief existence.
"PRINCESS MOLESTIA!"
With that cry of anguish, my exhausted body now hanged limp from the chains, my throat straining after having to almost tear itself apart to let loose that prolonged cry of sorrow, my eyes subconsciously dripping salty tears, traced with slight bits of blood.
Molestia showed a genuine face of concern for all of perhaps five seconds before she chuckled, her pea-sized eyes staring at me as she gave me a very disturbing grin. Her horn began to glow, the clicks of locks and the rattles of chains signaled my freedom from their bondage to the cold stone below. While the cold of the stone was refreshing, it did little to stifle a painful hiss as I collided with the ground. Surprisingly, with my body now free, it was capable of much more movement where I had originally thought I would be completely incapable.
The last binding to be disconnected from me was the rather large codpiece on my body, which fell to the stone with a loud clanging noise, causing me to wince from the sound. As I began to recover from the very loud noise that had occurred, looking up to Cel-er-Molestia, I saw her eyes had dilated. Where there were once pinpricks for eyes, there now existed two very large magenta-colored orbs of desire.
"Wonderful..." she said, her eyes not averting themselves from me for even a moment. "Now then...since you're free...how about we play a nice little game?"
"A-a-a...Game, your Majesty?" I asked, struggling to get to my battered hooves. "A GAME?! Are you nuts?"
Molestia's eyes trailed away mockingly. "Perhaps I am...a little...but this isn't just any game..."
I gulped a stone of saliva down my throat. "W-what game is it...?"
The Great White Rapist began to approach me with small, but loud footsteps.
"We're going to play..." She began, her eyes shrinking for a mere moment, then dilating fiercely as she came directly up to my face.
"BIG! SEXY! SAYS!" She shouted, getting much closer to my face with each turn, her eyes staring devilish daggers into my soul.
"Big Sexy- What kind of game is that?!" I barked back, a fire forming in my belly.
"It's game I came up with centuries ago...back when I was still maturing as the mighty molesting mare you see before you..." She explained, circling me.
"And just why would I want to play this sick little game of yours?"
Molestia smirked, walking beside me, her eyes watching my flank. "Because," she hummed, coming to my left ear. "If you don't....I'm sending you to..."
I gulped, waiting for what she was about to tell me...
"The Moon..." slithered out of her mouth like an accursed serpent, coiling through my ears like a discordant melody, making the fire in my stomach peter out like it was a simple spark.
"Oh, and guess what? You get to be with lovable, lusty, little Luna, too! But I'd be prepared, because she's been drinking LOTS of Love Poison, and she's ready to rape your brains out!"
And with that, the flame died as quickly as it started, my sweat beginning to form a puddle, only to slip through the cracks in the cobblestone. With this, the milk-white mare of molestations smirked, chuckling a dark noblewoman's chuckle as she propped my head up.
"It would seem I've swayed your opinion..." Molestia murmured, turning away from me. "So, allow me to explain to you the rules of my little game."
She paused for a moment, presumably lost in her thoughts to recollect the rules to her potentially perverse pastime before turning to me with a large, villainous smile.
"The rules are simple. Like your "Simon Says", "Big Sexy Says" is a game where you have to obey commands of the pony known as "Big Sexy". In case you don't know who "Big Sexy" is, take a good, hard look at who you're listening to. For my game, however, there are a few...creative twists. First, all of my commands will be related to either one of my many famous fetishes, sexual acts, or deeds I deem "sexy". Should you obey, this game of ours will go through much quicker," She began, her eyes traveling their way to mine. "But..should you refuse to do an act, or should you not to the act to my liking, you will be penalized. The penalties are simple: I will either do what my name suggests to you, I will have you do an act even dirtier than the one asked of you, or I will out and out banish you to the moon..."
My eyes grew wide. One part of me simply wanted to out and out tell the silver sex slaver to send me to Selene's namesake here and now, but the other remembered the last bit that she said, and considering how merciless she was when I had that particular altercation with her, it was only logical that Molestia would not be as bad as her by comparison...So, with that bit of logic out of the way, I decided to accept the Silver Stealer of Sexual Safety's challenge. But one questioned nagged me as I looked into the large, perverted, pink eyes of the Princess.
"What exactly is my reward for "winning" your little game?" I asked, looking past Molestia for a moment to the emptiness beyond the cell doors behind her, before being eclipsed by the Masterful Mare of Molesting.
"Two things..." Molestia chirped, holding up her front hooves. "The first is, of course, freedom from your cell. The second...well, that will be a surprise..."
I decided not to dwell on what the Princess' surprise could be, and instead nodded my head.
"Right, so let the game begin!" The Princess pleaded, her passionate eyes scanning my battered body. "Big Sexy says...put on these clothes..."
As she said this, what looked to be a French Maid's uniform, headdress and all. Now, while in a normal circumstance, this was technically a fetish of my own as well, knowing I would have to adorn myself in one, especially one of such revealing status and female-intended design...it didn't sit right with me. So, in fear of what punishment would await had I not complied, I began to slip on the elaborate lingerie that was this servant's set piece. As I did so, being especially careful to apply the headdress last, I could see that Molestia was very pleased. In fact, if my wandering eyes knew no better, they'd have seen the princess pleasuring her parts from my compliance.
"Oh ho ho...this is marvelous! You look severely sexy! You pass this one..." She giggled, her eyes narrowing a moment. "Now Big Sexy says...strip..."
I froze for a moment, freezing into an inadvertently inappropriate pose "Beg pardon?"
"You heard me. Big Sexy says you strip...strip all the way down to your little pony panties...slowly, and as sexually as you can..." She moaned, licking her luscious lady lips in front of me.
That little display frightened me a bit as I squatted down, slowly undressing from the frilly black maid's attire, leaving a rather small top and very flimsy bottom to rest on my form, leading me to gasp from two particular things. The first was, as I mentioned previously, due to the coldness of the room, while the second was a rather startling occurrence: The wounds which the Princess had perpetrated were all but healed now! What was once a mass of red, pained flesh had returned to a grey Pegasus pony, and it seemed that my inadvertent meek, nature helped to please the pale, pink purveyor of pleasures.
"Oh, yes~!" Moaned Molestia, her tongue hanging limp from her mouth. "You're doing pretty well so far, dear! Now...Big Sexy says...dance...do the dirtiest little dance you can do!"
It was here I began to shiver, mainly from realizing just how cold I was without those clothes on my back. But, regardless, I had to soldier on if I wanted freedom, as I slowly made my way to one of the cobblestone walls, propping myself up on my hind legs, pushing myself up against the stone with my front. I had the ideal dance in mind. When you're down to your skivvies, I reasoned, why not make the best of it with a little shaking of the money maker? With that in mind, I craned my head to look at my captor, my eyes shut and my mouth hanging open as I shook my flank to my jailor, hoping to convey a good bit of my supposed sexiness to appease this goddess.
However, as my neck was turned back to a resting position to where I could not see my taker properly, I had received, with no warning, an immediate, jolting, deep sensation into the deepest recesses of my nether regions. For those of you who know even the slightest about sexual intercourse, many will often tell you that anal penetration by any form of phallic instrument (in this case, presumably, Molestia's horn) will either be incredibly painful, or incredibly pleasurable, or sometimes, it will be a mix of both. In my case, it was the latter result. A stiff, sudden jolt of pain arced through me for mere moments before an even stronger jolt of pleasure followed through, sending me back to the ground with a prolonged moan of unnerving ecstasy.
"You have failed this challenge..." The milky mare murmured sternly. "So, let's move on...Big Sexy says...clop."
While still ecstatic from my sudden penetration, I felt a mite confused at the next demand. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You heard me," the Alicorn asserted, rolling me over onto my back with her hoof. "Clop. Pleasure yourself for your Princess!"
It was then that I gulped, the orgasm subsiding as I began to work towards rubbing my hoof around the length of my stomach and pelvis, my eyes shut to picture an image worthy of such an act as I worked toward to my goal of auto-erotic ecstasy, hoping to reach climax. I stroked as well as my hoof could enable me. Which is to say, I couldn't exactly get off very well without proper fingers. It didn't help that the Princess had her evil eyes cast on me the entire time, which was giving me a mild performance anxiety.
After about perhaps five minutes of struggle, the Princess puffed a plume of steam from her muzzle, her horn aglow as I was sprawled out and pinned in a way that it made me feel gravity had gone up exponentially around me.
"You dare call that clopping? I call it pathetic!"
"Well, it's kind of hard to when you're giving me that-"
Within a moment, I was completely silenced. Not by her physically stifling me with her hoof, but by using her magic to directly interface with my equipment, causing me to be cut off to a mere whimper. Apparently, like I had forgotten the standard method of male pony masturbation, I had also forgotten the fact that Molestia's magical manipulations could apply to just about anything, including intercourse. I could do nothing but stay pinned to the prison wall, looking down at the apparatus that she was arousing. The only other sound that would leave me is another whimper as I was brought to my plateau stage by this perverse pony princess.
"There...now that is what I call clopping!" the Princess puffed proudly, turning one-eighty, presenting herself to me as she licked away a gob of white fluid. "You look thirsty, my beloved subject...so here's the final challenge...ravish my royal rump! Do this correctly, and your victory is assured!"
In truth, I was remarkably thirsty. Considering that the night before had consisted of me exhausting myself to escape the clutches of her sex-crazed sister, only to end up nearly paralyzed and pleasured without my permission, my throat and lips were remarkably dry. At this moment, I most certainly needed something to whet my whistle, and just about anything would sate my thirst. I wasn't sure what was going through my head, but I was happy to oblige this matriarch's mania if it meant I'd be hydrated. So, with no concern over anything else, I partook in the princess's package, lapping at her labia like a dehydrated dog. Each passing of my tongue about that second pair of lips granted me with a summit of estrogen enhanced excretions, enriching me with sweet hydration which I desperately desired, alongside the menstrual moans of Molestia as the moment of truth neared. Within moments, my face had bore witness to a flushing of female fluid right in front of me as the mare of many molestations let out the a merry moan of a maniac.
"Ah...that was most wonderful...but do you want to know something?"
I paused, lapping away the last of the liquids as I gulped down the remains into my gullet before asking her what she meant.
"I never said 'Big Sexy says...'."
It was here I wasn't able to say a word. My mouth simply hung agate for all of a minute, held in awe at my inadvertent failure.
"Now then...to think of your punishment..." She hummed, a hoof to her chin before her face opened up a very devilish smile.
"The penalty for this failure is simple: You simply have to spend five minutes with your head in my fanny....if you can do that, then I'll be satisfied for today..."
I gulped down a now dry knot in my stomach. This was it. What stood between me and my freedom from this cell was this one deed. But the sheer idea of what she was asking me...It made me feel so dirty! One part of me wanted to oblige her demand and free myself from this ugly prison, but the other couldn't find the heart to do so.
"Aw..." Molestia sighed. "What's the matter? Can't decide what to choose? Do I need to remind you that if you don't do this...you're going to The MOON?"
My eyes shrunk severely then. My decision was sealed tight. I had to do this. If not for my life, then I had to do this for my sanity to remain intact. So, burning any and all regret and dread in my body, I approached the awesome anus of the princess. I was breaking into a sweat as the playful swishing of the princess' tail wafted both heat and pheromones into my nose...
"Well?" She asked, a smirk plastered on her smug face. "What are you waiting for?"
I nodded then, taking a few practice breaths before drawing in as large a breath a my dear lungs could dare to hold, taking the plunge into the deep recesses of the princess's royal rump. Surprisingly, I was able to fit considerably snug inside, and the insides of her hindquarters were fairly moist enough to where I could comfortably fit myself with no qualms. I was very sure I was in the clear. Then, with no warning, I heard a deep, gurgling sound resonating deep within the bowls of this blueblood.
"Mmm...I shouldn't have eaten that alfalfa..." I vaguely heard, the gurgling sound recurring again. I was far too enclosed to open my eyes, but I reckoned that if I could, my eyes would have shrunken to peas.
"Oh...this is gonna go to..."
Before I could finish the sentence of obscene context, Molestia did that for me, in one large, prolonged release of hot, pungent steam. Part of me wanted to open my mouth so I could vomit from how much more profane this situation had become, but I knew if I even attempted to take a breath at this point, I would inhale the foulest air in all of five miles, and I would be forced to abort this task and say goodbye to earthly soil for good. I had to persevere, no matter how demeaning or disgusting this undertaking was. I simply put my mind past my disgust, hoping I would endure the remainder of these five minutes. Then, when I couldn't hold it it any moment longer, I withdrew my head, drawing a huge breath of what I hoped was pure, clean air. The Princess, on the other hand, gasped considerably as I left her lowest orifice, presumably because I was close to a very sensitive area within her anus.
"Oh, my..." Moaned the mare in eternal heat, looking at an inadvertent puddle which her apparent orgasm I had caused before looking to me and curling her lips in a slightly more benevolent smirk. "Well, I suppose you've won. I don't think I can take much more after that just happened..."
I heaved a sigh of relief as I began to drag myself along the stone to the doors of the cell, only to stopped by the stretching of one of Celestia's silver wings.
"Ah-ah-ah...where do you think you're going?" She asked, looking me dead in the eye with a smirk.
"I thought you said if I won your game, I'd be free to go!" I stuttered, being taken aback at the separation between me and the prison cell door. I was without a word or action as the celestial sex goddess returned me to the corner.
"I did say that, didn't I?" Celestia said, her eyes dilating sharply as she neared me. "But I also said I had a surprise in store for you, as well...Can you guess what it is?"
With this, our two gazes were dangerously close to each other. I was stricken with a mix of fear and pleasure as she neared me, my only response was a slow shaking of my head. With that, the filly of phallic fiddling neared me with slow, prolonged, and frightening hoof beats.
"You....get to be..." she began, her face very near my ear, her eye meeting mine by peripheral vision before, like a sinful serpent, she hissed the single harrowing word of, "...molested..."
My attempts to flee were all for naught as the perverse princess pinned me to the floor. I had nowhere to run now as the princess wrapped her hooves around my form, bringing herself uncomfortably close to me. Her tongue traveled around my neck and chin, ringing the perimeter of my mouth before barging in with no warning or hesitation. As our tongues began to engage in this forbidden summit or saliva, my hair became caught in that of the Princesses, as if she were using the two appendages to better hold me in place. I was definitely screwed now, in more ways than one.
As Princess Molestia made her definitive move on me, I could do next to nothing to resist. What was worse, since she was considerably more powerful, not to mention much larger than I was, not only was I beginning to lose energy at a much faster rate as she pushed against me, but her large form was threatening to suffocate me. Yet, the intense warmth of the solar mare's coat made this harrowing experience much more enjoyable, in spite of the cost that it was incurring on me. Like an equine succubus, the mare's sexual strength was sapping me of my stamina. Eventually, as we both neared a definitive climax stage, I had begun to slip into unconsciousness...my vision blurred into a dull, black shade, my hearing began to dim, sounding as if I were in a very resonant chamber, the only sounds being the ever more intense moans of orgasm coming from my captor, all sense of taste from the royal tongue left my taste buds, the smell of sweat and shame began to dull away, my nose beginning to smell nothing but stale air, and the final thing to go was all feeling of the Princess's taxing ritual upon my body, the last thing to occur to me being her final scream of triumph as I slipped into the real of unconsciousness...
As my consciousness returned to me, I heard first the quiet chirping of songbirds near my location. There was a quiet breeze rolling in, the heat and light of a pleasant springtime sun. I was beneath a red velvet comforter, my head against a foam pillow, my body being suspended in much the same material. From what I guessed, it was midday, and I was returned to my bedroom in the time I was out cold. A quick account of scent informed me that somewhere in that time frame, I was cleansed of the evidence of what had occurred at daybreak, and with a lovely lilac soap, to boot. My mind seemed to be in a dizzying fog. Any attempts I could make at trying to better make sense of what had occurred to me earlier returned with a blank slate. What exactly happened this morning?
As I rubbed my temples to try to conjure any kind of comprehensible image to my mind, I noticed out of the periphery of my vision two things. The first was a rather large tome. It looked like a strange mix of an encyclopedia and a textbook, but I wasn't entirely sure what it was. My vision also picked up the matter of a rather nicely wrapped scroll of sepia color, tied by a scarlet ribbon. Curious, I opened the scroll within moments of its detection.
FROM THE DESK OF PRINCESS MOLESTIA
(From the look of it, it originally said "Princess Celestia, but it was crossed out to say what it did now.)
I would like to start this letter by expressing my gratitude for your compliance this morning. Normally, most of my subjects would try to escape their fate or resist me...but they know it is a futile effort. They know that there is no such escape from the clutches of Princess Celestia the Ever Molesting! There are very few ponies who I enjoy repeat visits from, mainly because those ponies are such a joy to molest, or I can detect a definitive potential of perverse power within that subject.
You are one such pony. As I interacted with you, something about you felt...different...you seem to have a potential for great skill! But, yours is a raw talent, one which you must practice and perfect. As the patron princess of perversions plenty, I can be the one to help you to master the art of arousal. It is with this that I have prepared your room with some of the proper...necessities. Consider them tuition gifts from yours truly, as starting today, you are officially enrolled in Princess Molestia's Academy for Promising Young Molesters, an institution hidden within my inner circle. On your desk is a textbook based off my own personal reference book on sexual techniques. Starting today, I expect you to read each chapter of this book and complete each and every bit of section and chapter review you see as classwork. Said classwork is to be hoof-delivered to me by 4PM each night. Failure to deliver said classwork to me by that time, or failure to complete it, shall be sharply reprimanded. In addition, I will administer tests on a weekly basis, and exams on a monthly basis. The tests will be to gauge your knowledge of the material, while the exams will test your physical capacity to perform the techniques involved.
Hence where the mannequin comes in. It is a specially designed, life-sized model tailored to be posed in as many positions as necessary, built in an intersexual design for the sake of being applicable to any situation. You are to use this mannequin as a practice dummy for the numerous techniques and positions described in my book. To ensure that I know that you are indeed doing as I have directed you, including using the book and dummy, I will be keeping a very close eye on you through a form of surveillance I and my Sister use to keep an omnipotent eye on you. Should I see you doing something I don't care for, you and I will have a nice little chat.
From this moment forward, consider me your proctor, counselor, and principal, because Celestia's Sex Ed Begins NOW.
Best of Luck,
Princess Molestia
It was with this that I returned the scroll to rest, beginning to read the book beneath. From looking at the table of contents, there were roughly THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE straight chapters, all about numerous applications of sexual technique and skill, history of intercourse, and many other things that one would learn about sexual intercourse, part of which a normal Sex Ed class would teach you, and the rest being stuff you'd read out of the Pony Sutra. Surprisingly, for a publication by somepony so perverse, it was less of a glorified pornographic text, and more of an informative tome. What was more, it was actually a decent read, considering it was a textbook.
From this one book began the start of a series of changes for me. Throughout all of perhaps three to four months, I had begun to feverishly read the book page by page, taking to practice the different positions and skills in each chapter, taking each test given to the best of my ability. Some days, I felt like a master of my domain, and others, I felt like a tired slave. Detention, by Molestia's standards, was well...very touchy-feely make up work, sexual favors, and worst of all, scrubbing the royal latrines. Exams consisted with (usually) one on one physical tests of all the skills I had acquired and learned in each unit of the book, applied in thematically centered sexual dramas performed between the two of us. Sex and stage plays? Why the hell not? It was the final exam, at the tail end of the book, however, that truly tested me most. Where the other exams consisted of one-on-one encounters, this one involved me having to take on both Celestia AND Luna, and induce a simultaneous orgasm from all possible means at once through an extremely complicated and dangerous technique.
Surprisingly, not only did I survive the exam, I did so in flying colors, if only barely.
Yet, as I continued along this beaten path of perversions, something began to click inside my mind. With each lesson came another piece in the clockwork of my conscience, and by the time the final examination came around, the clockwork was complete, and as it formed a complete circuit, something changed in me. The prudish pony that was my former self had faded away into nothingness. While my intellect was still very much intact, my normal behavior had changed drastically. Where I once had a lust to roam the world and see what there was to see, I now had a lust to ravage anything that passed my gaze...in a sense, I had become the very monster that I had been beleaguered to obey...
And I was loving every second of it.
However, in the process of learning the power of pony pleasuring, I happened to notice Twilight Sparkle. As it turned out, she had taken to spending plenty more time in Canterlot that I had previously known. And, unbeknownst to me, my intellectual friend was just as aware of of the molesting beast within her mistress as I was. Then, when we both discovered that we were both scholars of the sexual arts, something struck between us. Our friendship had just become a matter of close personal ties, but also close personal interests. It became clear to the both of us the opportunity of having another pony to learn alongside each other. Thus, when it became apparent that our mannequins were not going to aid us, we put each other to work. A worthwhile sacrifice for education, we supposed.
However, it was not until our Graduation Exam that our relationship escalated further. While I myself had passed the class in flying colors, Twilight was not so assured. She had usually only had Celestia to deal with, but taking on two fully-grown mares of great power and perversion would be a daunting task, even for the well-read Twilight. She was having an anxiety attack from the possibility of a spectacular favor, even going so far as to steal my mannequin to function as a second subject for her to practice with. Eventually, I confronted her on this, and assured her that she had nothing to worry about. I even went so far as to promise I'd have a special surprise for her if she got a passing grade, and it seemed that spurred confidence in the bookish unicorn.
Part of me felt a curiosity to watch her, if only for moral support. So, with no concern of being spotted, I found a spoon drill, carved a hole near the throne room, and peered inside like a true voyeur extraordinaire. Being that she had magic, I noticed Twilight herself had a distinct advantage with this technique, and before long, I could barely even make out what was going on anymore as bright light filled the room, forcing my retreat. I had only the sounds of intercourse and the hum of magic to indicate how far the ritual was going. Eventually, much like before, a cry of orgasm broke the silence, and slight murmurs were heard in the proceedings. Eventually, Twilight burst out of the room, exhausted, but ecstatic.
To see a mare of such prudish and intelligent standing as I knew her leave such a ghastly undertaking as I had gone through with a smile on her face and probably twenty utterances of the word "yes" in her mouth both surprised me, yet also made me happy. She had succeeded in the very same thing I had, and she was jumping for joy like a giddy school mare. I kept myself out of sight for what I had planned for her as she unknowingly passed by, headed for her old quarters to recuperate after a fairly taxing experience. I figured, if anyone could put the nail in her coffin, it'd be me. So, as she passed perhaps halfway down the hall, I began to slowly hover behind Twilight, my wingbeats slow, steady, and consistent to where I could keep suspended and quiet near Twilight before she even suspected anything. Then, as her form passed the frame of her bedroom door, I made my move.
Like a wild cat, I pounced on the violet unicorn, catching her as she was near her bed. I gave her as best a surprise I could, riding her like a rented mule, but at a pace where I would do nothing more than expose her to a final bit of pleasure for the evening, keeping myself quiet, focused on what I had for her. Twilight didn't attempt to struggle; She knew who it was behind her at this very moment, and she was happy to submit to her captor. Eventually, when the final dubious deed was done for the evening, I laid supine upon Twilight's bed, as gave me a fairly unique look. Her eyes were half closed, the irises widened, and a slight grin sewn upon her face. It was a face that mixed surprise, pleasure, and a gleeful pride. Then, she gave me a tender, weak hug, nuzzling my neck tenderly as she whispered in my ear in a most dulcet of tones, "Our mistress has taught you well..."
That line alone made me feel glad I had kept my promise, and on that note, from that night onward, the two of us shared quarters between each other, our friendship having been escalated to a new height than it had before, and our bodies being none the worse for wear from what all we had learned together as a team. And what a beautiful team it had become.
Ever since that morning, and since my slow, steady guidance down the path of much perversion, I suppose that, if nothing else, I learned ways to better become intimate with other ponies, and in the process, I suppose that the workouts I had received in the undertaking of the class gave me well-earned muscle toning and cardiovascular health. That way, when I wasn't pigeonholed into servicing the Princesses, I would be able to guard their lives all the better. Plus, if nothing else, I was given no greater opportunity to forge a closeness between Twilight and the Princesses that very few could ever say they had grown.
My only regret was that I had not done this sooner...
And so concludes a tale of two princesses, a Pegasus, and their a studious scholar. From one chance encounter with an lonely lunatic, a Pegasus pony was plunged into darker part of the known world...a hidden darkness full of obscenity, sexuality, and sin hidden from the prying eyes of the public. From one act of revenge by the dawn's early light, the Pegasus was proctored by the princess in the fine art of arousal, aided by an old friend, a massive tone, and a perverse princess. With each lesson came lecherous leisure...each test encouraged further progression down that dirty pathway....and each exam exacerbated erotic intrigue in that young mind so enticingly entangled. And then, as if by some sinister sorcery, the two students had come to match their mistress in every possible manner. And thus, what once was a cheerful curse shared between two perverted princesses became a dubious duty extended to their two students, their forces then conjoined.
And so, before you rest your head
Check in your closet, and in your bed
For when all are asleep in the dead of the night
Four ponies shall tread, bringing pleasure and fright
~Fin
