Let Sleeper Dogs Lie

Let Sleeper Dogs Lie

by neorenamon

Celestia glared at the Prince as he leaned over her hotly fingering her pussy.  While still fully dressed, she could tell he was turned on by her bound helpless naked glory.  She was rather hot and wet between her legs, as he had been teasing her for some time.  Her breaths came in pants through her nose, as her bound muzzle wouldn't allow her to breathe that way.

"Half an hour since the demand was sent out, and no knight in shining armor comes to save you?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  He chuckled before he continued, "Perhaps they grow weary of being lorded over by the same bitch for over a thousand years?  Perhaps they're ready for a new face?"

He shoved a four-finger cluster up her pussy that made her shiver.

"Perhaps you aren't as beloved as you would like to think?"

She leaned her head back as she became more aroused.

"Just think about how much fun it will be when 13 stallions take their turn at your slutty mareslit?"

He glanced at the hourglass as the sand continued to pass from top to bottom.

"The sands of time wait for none," he hissed into her ear.  His free hand grabbed one of her nipples and gave it a sharp twist, making her squirm in pain.  "Perhaps if they care about you so little, maybe we should commence the raping now?"

The doors burst inwards as two rebel stallions came sliding in and crashed into the dresser on the opposite wall.

"The sands of time don't have to deal with crosstown traffic!" snarled Queen Sombra.

"So the mystery mare returns to save you?" he gloated as he looked the armored figure over.

"I'd strongly think about the next thing that you plan to do, because she is the ONLY reason you aren't dead yet."

With a flick of the wrist, a blade was at Celestia's throat, and yet in the same instant, she had crossed the room and punched him right in the side of his muzzle.  There was but a scant trickle of blood from her throat as he skidded across the floor to join the heap of his henchmen.

"You don't listen very well, do you?"

"I don't have to listen," he snarled, "There's nothing that you can tell me that's worth hearing!"  He slipped a vial from his pocket, popped the cork, and chugged all the red fluid in one swift motion.  His hide turned blood red as his body began to grow, and his muscles began to swell.  He clenched his teeth tightly, as it was apparently not a pleasant transformation to undergo.

"So you think you can take me by turning yourself into a fiendish monster, do you?"

There was crashing and bashing in the hallway, and she knew Spike was making short work of the other rebel nobles.  Not one of their blades or hooves would have any effect on his new armored hide, after all.

Prince Blueblood stood howling as horns came from his head and shoulders, and bat-like wings sprouted from his back with each wing as wide as he was tall.  His perfect white teeth became fangs, and his tongue became a long forked thing.  She watched as his eyes began to glow in a dark burning red.

"Don't worry, my love," she said as she looked down on the helpless Celestia, "I'll protect you to my last..."

But he had moved so fast that he grappled her and knocked her off the bed.  With inhuman speed, he gripped her throat with one hand as he tore away her chest plate and codpiece with the other.  She responded with a blur of kidney punches to his right side, but the pain was not enough to make him let go.  It seemed the blows were being healed even as she watched.

"That all you got, bitch?!" he hissed.

"I was going to ask you the same!" she retorted.

Claws grew from his fingertips, but when he tried to plunge them into her heart, he found he couldn't break her skin.

"Actually, the armor is just for show," she growled as she drove her knee hard into his crotch, "but I guess even you've figured out that much, haven't you?"

"And I suppose you've figured out that common blows won't hurt me either, have you?"

"Ah, but I know the potion you took is temporary.  When it wears off, I'll just tear you a new one."

"If that was the extent of my temporary powers, I might just have to agree with you.  But since I'm stronger and faster than you, then there are some things I can do."

"Do you worst, freak!"

So he forced a kiss on her lips.  His tongue slipped into her mouth as something sour and revolting was pumped down her throat.  It was so strong that if she didn't swallow it, it would have been forced into her lungs.  She grabbed at his arms in vain, as he was in fact too strong to push away.  It felt like her stomach was filling up, and each swallow made her feel more light headed.

He broke the kiss as he hissed, "That should make you more agreeable, you bitch!"  Then he looked her over as he said, "Oh by Celestia, you're so dam hot!  I just want to do you right here, right now!"  Something that appeared to be a cross between a cock and an tentacle erupted from his loins, measuring at least a few feet in length.  The tendril slipped effortlessly into her mareslit as it started to screw her hard.

She laid her head aside as she started panting.  Perhaps it was the coating on this monster dick, or perhaps she was just getting aroused so quickly, but she was soon sopping wet between her legs.  His free hand pinched her nipple hard and twisted it rather viciously.  But she wasn't as distracted as he would have liked.  He didn't realize that when her horn glowed, it wasn't a useless effort directed at him.  She was instead using her power to unbind Celestia.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "Here comes the stuff."

Her hand flashed down between her legs to grab his monster cock even as the huge knot of his fiendish seed was coming out from his body.  She squeezed tight enough that it couldn't move into her body.

"Don't be like that, sweet-cheeks," he groaned as he moved his hand from her nipple down to grab her wrist.

"I! DO! NOT! CONSENT!"

She only had to distract him another moment before Celestia was free.  She struggled to keep her grip even as the pressure built up in his fiendish cock, and his hand began overpowering hers as he pulled it back.

"Just think of the monster babies you'll have for me," he hissed, "At least they'll keep you from spending time in a cell!  Well, until they're born, anyways!"

Her fingers were slipping.  She was going to be pumped full of seed any second.  A few seconds she was willing to give if it meant her love was going to escape.

But then a few swords seemed to sprout from his chest, or they were at least buried there with great force and speed.

"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE, MONSTER!!" snarled Spike.

She looked as purple blood oozed around the blades.

"Shall you flee and live," she hissed, "or knock me up and die?!"

He closed his eyes, turned into an inky black shadow, and vanished without a trace.  The swords clattered onto her chest and stomach even before he fully disappeared.

Spike rushed to her side as he shouted, "Mistress Sombrarity!!  Are you alright?!"

"Sombrarity, huh?" she asked.

The next thing she knew, she was sandwiched between Celestia's boobs on one side and Spike's steel hard scaly body on the other.  And Celestia was giving her such a hot full throated kiss.  Even Spike had to look someplace else.  It dragged on for minutes before she broke it off.

"Perhaps it's just that stomach full of... whatever he pumped into me talking..." she sighed, "But..."

"I know what to do, Mistress," she replied as she turned about and placed herself in an ideal position to 69 her Mistress.  And very soon, the two were eating each other out hotly.  They would be at it for some time while Spike tied up the rebel nobles that hadn't slipped away, which was about six.  Prince Blueblood and the other six were long gone by the time Celestia's guards showed up to take them off their hands, and Spike had hung the 'DO NOT DISTURB' sign a while earlier.  Another sign hung under that which read, "UNDER PAIN OF SEVERE PAIN, DISCORD!!"

"They never let me play in their reindeer games," grumbled Discord as he appeared in a flash of light.

"What do you want?" muttered Spike.

"Oh, what a powerhouse you've turned into," he purred as he ran his talon and paw over Spike's shiny new body.

Spike blushed as he asked, "What do you want, DISCORD?!"

"Oh, I just stopped by to say that Ponyville has gone to Tartarus in a handbasket."

"WHAT?!"

"Ponyville is in the process of being burnt to the ground by its own citizens."

"Why the hay aren't you doing anything about it?!"

"Because there's black magic everywhere," he muttered, "and if you think I'm annoying now, just imagine what I'd be like going around saying 'DESTROY THE IMPURE!'  I can't risk having the black magic get into my purely magical form, you know."

"Burn down Ponyville?" he mused, "Destroy the impure?  Why does that sound so familiar?"

"Well don't ask me, I just work here.  So where's our Prince Bluetraitor?"

"Prince Blueblood got away before his temporary fiendish powers faded, otherwise the swords I skewered him with would have surely killed his flank."

"Oh Spike," he purred as he stoked his cheek and neck, "I didn't know you could do such glorious acts of brutality."

"He was about to knock up Sombrarity with some monster seed!" he growled, "MY SOMBRARITY!!"

"Sombrarity is it now?" he asked, "How... appropriate."

"Just until she becomes my beautiful Rarity again."

"But if she stayed like that forever, could you still feel the same?"

"I'd love her no matter what she looked like on the outside!"

"Then that is surely true love."

"I... guess..."