Princess Molestia's Month of Clop

Spitfire blushed, getting a nosebleed and jumping up to try to hide it from Soarin and Celestia, who was amused greatly and laughing like a child at her. "Don't laugh, Princess! That's... That's not funny!"

Soarin chuckled as well, and Spitfire scared him by threatening to hit him once again. "Hey, hey! Sorry, Captain... but... you're as red as a tomato..."

Spitfire scoffed, making a tsundere-ish face and looking away from both Celestia and Soarin. "Oh hardy ha ha... That isn't our problem right now, Soarin... Our situation is the Princess..."

"Well... not to sound weird or anything, but aren't we like her entertainers?" Soarin replied, blushing lightly and scratching the back of his head. "I didn't see my day going down this road but, hey, what the hell, right?"

"You stallions only care about sex! I was right about you!" Spitfire cried. "That's a side I've never seen to you though... Soarin."

"Well, I mean..." Soarin did not know what else to say. He kind of did not want to dig himself a deeper hole with Spitfire's perception of him. Or, maybe, he just did not care at all what she thought of him. He was a Wonderbolt. He could pretty much say whatever he wanted, at the expense of fans and trust. But none of the outside ponies would not hear about this whole weird event anyways.

Also, Celestia was remaining rather quiet. Too quiet for Spitfire's comfort. She was merely watching them, enjoying the drama between them. She seemed to be getting off to it. "Go ahead, argue more," she purred with a deep blush. "I'll allow you two to have some drama for a bit. I like it! Give me more! More!!"

Spitfire noticed how close she now was to Celestia's flowers. She blushed as well and backed away a tiny bit, now sweating a little. She pushed up her shades and then began to speak. "Princess, I'm highly concerned about your well being right now, unlike Princess Luna, who only cares about video games," Spitfire said with a tone of great concern.

"Oh come on, Spitfire," Soarin groaned, slumping over a bit, "you don't know how to seize the moment! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! When would you have ever suspected that we would get to eat out Princess Celestia? Huh?"

Spitfire blushed an even deeper red. "That's like Rainbow Dash getting on our team! It's never gonna happen!"

"I don't get your hatred for that mare, what did she ever do to you?"

"It doesn't matter what had, has, or will happen! She's not getting on our team, and that's final! What, do you like her or something?"

"I think she's a pretty bangin' mare, and I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that pone tang, but seriously! Aside from that, why can't she join us? Do you know how much you'll hurt her if she hears that?"

Celestia cooed, "Interesting. You seem to have a dilemma."

Spitfire could not believe she had forgotten, and Soarin nearly called her out for it. Celestia definitely had heard that. Now sweat flowed like a river down her body, and she shook as if standing upon an earthquake. Before she even thought of how to attempt to make a comment on how to redeem herself, Celestia intervened.

"You know, I frequently exchange letters with Rainbow Dash," the alicorn princess said, slightly sticking out her tongue at Spitfire. "Now, do you think she'll respond well to what you just foolishly said in the presence of somepony who will 100% without a doubt tell her about it?"

"Oooo, I felt that, and it didn't feel good," Soarin said with a chuckle.

"You too, mister," Celestia said with a laugh to kill his chuckle. "I'll tell Rainbow that you're merely up for her joining so you could have a chance at having sex with her. Do you think that's how a mare wants to be treated?"

Soarin and Spitfire, both now broken, held their heads low in shame.

"Now look, my little ponies," Celestia began with a smooth seductive slur in her voice, "be it you want not to be blackmailed, you'll have to water my flower garden."

"We know you're talking about your pussy, Princess!" Spitfire cried, shaking her head. "You don't have to use that analogy, it's making me more uncomfortable than I already am."

"I'll do it," Soarin said eagerly, but Spitfire hit him on the head again, comically driving him down onto the ground in pain and a bump popping up on his head.

Celestia giggled, but Spitfire closed in on her, looking her directly in the eyes with a demeanor of pure courage. Celestia smiled, but Spitfire's face remained looking bold.

She took off her glasses and uniform and told Celestia, "I'm doing this so you won't blackmail me. Especially to somepony with friends like that. Have you seen what they do with rainbows? If I'm gonna get incinerated by rainbows, I'll just take some damn LSD. Now, let's get this over with!"

Soarin struggled to get up, so Celestia helped him with her magic and sat him next to and close up to Spitfire, who got rather uncomfortable.

Spitfire looked to him, and he chuckled at her. "Princess Celestia, may you kindly tell this imbecile that he has to wait his turn?"

Celestia brought both their heads together and made them kiss, rather passionately, and when they retracted, Spitfire was coughing and trying to force herself to gag. "Don't you two know anything about watering flowers? I'm gonna have you both water me at the same time. For, if I don't, I'll overflow and my flowers won't be good for watering next time. If your watering skills are insufficient, them I'll punish you."

"Stop with the garden analogies! What is this to you? A show for little kids?!" Spitfire shouted, blushing and looking to Soarin, who looked rather stuck in a trance. Surely it wasn't everyday that one got to kiss the Captain of the Wonderbolts herself.

Celestia used her magic to place both of their tongues on her wet vagina, and she found herself shuddering in pleasure. Reliving her flaming, lustful youth, Celestia found her mane being reverted to it's grayish pink original color scheme, and her face was painted with an eternal seductive expression. She leaned over as the two ponies nervously and shakily lapped at her crotch slit.

"Can't you two lick a vagina properly?" the alicorn scolded them, pushing Spitfire onto her back and pinning her, front legs on front legs. She looked into the captain's eyes fiercely, flames growing within her royal gaze.

Spitfire could not look, unable to keep eye contact with the princess at all. "I'm... I'm sorry, Princess--"

Celestia gave Spitfire a graceful, cleanly executed lick, and Spitfire squealed like a pig with pleasure.

"Damn..." Soarin groaned, blushing and looking away. He had no game to participate and own so smoothly. Celestia was eating better than he was, not that it was anything to compete with, and he thought the act to be more of a mare's practice anyways.

Spitfire moaned weakly, fighting herself to hold back at all costs, but as the flame of lust burned in her chest hotter and hotter, she found herself squeaking like a mouse. Until she finally let out her voice with a shriek of lustful pleasures.

Celestia's tongue curled up against the captain's G-spot, and with one push, she broke through Spitfire's dam of cum, allowing the mare to cum rivers in her mouth. The princess wrapped her lips around the captain's vagina, as to not lose any of the mare's cum, and drank it down like water.

Retracting from "watering" Spitfire's "flowers", Celestia licked her lips and wiped her mouth, then giggling as Spitfire seemed to be stuck in a trance, her front legs bent up against her chest like a dog begging for another treat. "See? That is how you eat a mare, lackeys," the princess cooed arrogantly as she directed Soarin's face to Spitfire's crotch. "Now, little colt, why don't you demonstrate your skill?"

Soarin blushed, and feared what may happen if he attempts to do the same thing to Spitfire. "I... I can't... She'll kill me if I buck up."

"Damn right," Spitfire replied to him seductively.

"Lest you were talking about me," Celestia laughed, using magic to pucker up both of the pegasi's lips to have them kiss, using tongue and all. Surely Soarin was kissing Spitfire's lips as she held back both of her pairs as much as she could disgusted by the fact he was doing it.

"I swear to Luna if you buck this up, you apple licker," Spitfire grumbled, scrunching her nose and moaning maturely, a more womanly sound escaping from her than the mouse-like squeaks earlier.

Soarin stopped to speak, "I'm a stallion, yeah, but I know how to treat a mare." Then he went on to continue, now sticking his tongue in halfway, dragging it out slowly, then grazing Spitfire's clitoris to dive deep back in, getting his tongue in as far as possible.

Spitfire whimpered with laugh, afraid that Soarin could and would most definitely prove her wrong. She clenched her muscles and thighs as hard as she possibly could and began shuddering with her body becoming very weak. She cried out Soarin's name, yelling out that he was much better than Celestia had been when she was eating her out.

"Harder..." the captain ordered in a weak voice.

"What?" Soarin asked when he stopped, but Spitfire closed her legs on his neck, squeezing the air out of his now partially crushed throat.

"Are you deaf? I said... harder, you bucking idiot," Spitfire said, her tongue lightly hanging out as she panted like a thirsty dog, which was how Celestia saw it. "Not like I like it or anything..." She found herself deeply blushing, red as an apple once again.

Celestia got quite envious of Spitfire's position, so she positioned herself upon Spitfire's face, so that the captain could eat her flowers. Or water them. Celestia didn't mind either at this moment. "Don't hold back, but I warn you that any other way, this is only a warm-up until I go out for my next meal."

Now with both participants unable to speak, Celestia enjoyed the sounds of licking and lapping at the wet pussies which were out on display for tasting. She felt as her slit was being knocked on like a door, some knocks hard, some soft. The exterior being opened to warmly invite her guest in, and she wrapped herself around Spitfire's tongue.

"You're getting better, that's for sure," Celestia moaned, as she witnessed Spitfire trembling and giving up a muttered moaning sound as she came on Soarin's unsuspecting face. "Soarin! You've reached your goal! How about that?"  She got up from Spitfire's face, and the pegasus' tongue simply fell out of her hole, with the pegasus panting heavily in return. "I knew you were thirsty, after giving up so much water to me and Soarin, you ought to be parched... But I have a much better alternative for you than flowers."

Panting still, Spitfire replied, "Alternative?... You don't mean...."

Soarin's throbbing penis found its way into Spitfire's mouth, and the pegasus did not like it. Immediately choking in her sudden panic, she gagged and nearly blew chunks when Soarin retracted from parking in her mouth.

"What the fuck?!" the captain cried, kicking Soarin's muzzle, making his nose bleed. "What the hell was that for?! Damn... I... I can't do this anymore! I'd rather have you tell Rainbow Dash what I said about her. No way I'm having 'Quagmire's' dick parking and reversing from my precious mouth..."

"Like it's a bucking baby or something, grow up," Soarin told her with a smug look on his face.

"It's like your head is screwed on backward or something!" Spitfire shouted, about to kick him again, but Celestia's magic stopped her leg.

Maintaining her hold on the captain, she sat Soarin up on the bench and turned it around for Spitfire to see. "I'm gonna show you how it's done," the princess cooed, levitating the pegasus over to watch, but she added a twist to it. "I've been practicing some dark magic lately, and I wanna test it out on my first victims... Y'know, to see what I can do."

The princess' horn glowed with a blackish pink magic, and she used it to take Spitfire's face and levitate it over herself as she would perform fellatio on Soarin. As for the stallion, she turned him into a mare, but with a dick.

"Fillyfoolin' futa fun, am I right?" Celestia exclaimed, taking Spitfire's body to eat her out as she closed in on Soarin's schlong. "I guess you could argue that I prefer mares over stallions."

"What did you do to me?! I'm a chick!!" Soarin cried in fright, but then checking himself out more. "Dude... that is so fucking hot! That's totally like, my ultimate fetish!!"

"How convenient," Celestia sighed in disappointment at his reaction. "I'll provide mental evaluations for you and the other Wonderbolts after I'm done with you..." But, she kind of liked this dark side to him. Maybe everypony had one. Surely then if that were the case, this enthusiasm was most likely being forced at some point.

With that aside, Celestia planned to finish them both off, so she spread her wings and licked the skin around Soarin' head. She over-salivated her mouth and breathed once, her tongue out, kissing it wetly and after that, sticking the tip into her mouth as her long tongue wrapped as much of itself around Soarin's dick as possible.

Soarin placed his forelegs on Celestia's head, moaning loudly like an idiot and having his head hang back. At a loss for words, he could barely contain Celestia's motion as her head bobbed quickly up and down.

Spitfire watched, her eyes floating directly above this, so she had no other choice. She wondered if she could manipulate Celestia from behind as she ate her like a warm, pastry glossed with sugary glaze, which was kind of what Celestia tasted like. She saw that she was licking her with a quick succession, tongue thrust after slimy tongue thrust, so therefore, the princess sucked Soarin with the same speed and thrust frequency. So Spitfire slowed it down a bit.

Soarin was her live model for how she would make this piece, and she found it nearly as enjoyable as flying. Soarin reacted exactly how she expected, now able to hold onto Celestia's head, but her nearly pushed down, prompting Spitfire to take a breather, so the princess did the same.

I can control this mare with my tongue? Is this an effect of her magic? Spitfire thought. It's sick that I'd even consider doing such a thing... but...

Spitfire licked Celestia's outer garden, which made Celestia lick Soarin's dick lightly as well. She continued; Celestia deepthroated Soarin unsuspectingly, which made the stallion/mare arch over to yelp in glee. Spitfire laughed at this internally, enjoying her time making Soarin look like a complete fool. But strikingly attractive as a mare.

"Damn! I'm... I'm gonna blast my Sonic Rainboom in your mouth, princess!" Soarin cried.

Spitfire halted to cringe. "That's... That's just fucked up... I'm gonna need that mental evaluation like a motherbucker..."

Celestia turned her head around and shoved Spitfire's face back into the crevice between her sopping wet thighs. "No breaks! Need he to bust one in my mouth, I'll happily welcome that. But don't worry, you'll be getting your fill too. Since you're so parched."

Alright then, Miss Molestia.. I got a surprise for you! If it's a Rainboom you want, then it's a Rainboom you'll get!!

Spitfire headbutted Celestia's pelvis, rocking her forth, and forcing her to go even deeper than before with the irrumatio act going on between her and Soarin. Spitfire was the key element to this act, however, making it like a spitroast. Celestia's midsection was hotter than the sun, her lust causing her eyes to go dumb, and to match Soarin's which had gone dumb a while ago when this sick game of "Simon Says" began. Now going at a sucking speed which Celestia herself did not think was possible, it sent waves of nostalgia running through her body.

Thirty years ago, when Molestia last attacked. Her last victim was in fact Twilight Velvet. But her mind was racing so fast, she could not piece the memory together correctly, and ended up with a mind full of flying rainbow bananas and seizure-inducing dances with herself and Twilight Velvet trying to shake the images out of her head.

Celestia's mouth was glued to Soarin's pelvis, as his hot, thick cum sprayed all out down her throat, which was not quick enough to swallow it all. The surprise had forced her initial returning blast of cum which shot into Spitfire's mouth, but the built up lust and pleasure of receiving Soarin's baby-batter forced out the next cum blasts into Spitfire's mouth. All while Soarin damn near could not stop his cumming, again and again, shotgun blasting his next load after the last directly down Celestia's throat into her stomach where his now officially aborted children found refuge and eternal rest till they were all digested and broken down into their purest form.

Hopefully this would not lead to indigestion followed up by a bad case of severe diarrhea. This time, if indigestion and diarrhea be her near future, toilet paper would rightfully prove itself to now be magic. Or friendship would deliver the toilet paper to her.

Spitfire did not spit out Celestia's cum, rather, she drank it down, gulp after gulp, and Celestia followed this, swallowing all of Soarin's cum.

"What an amazing and satisfactory come back!" Celestia exclaimed, clopping her hooves together, as Soarin was now back to normal, but face down on the ground, having fainted from the rough suction, and Spitfire, face and all, scolded him and Celestia under her breath. "I'll admit, I didn't plan for you two to blow me away like you did. Bravo, my little ponies!"

Soarin shot up, with a hoof in the air. "You didn't hire us for nothing! We're the best of the best in all of Equestria! You best believe it--?"

Spitfire tackled him down, punching him again and again. "I'm getting sick of your useless enthusiasm to this matter! Do you have any idea how much draining I'm gonna need to do after this fucked up event in my life?! A mental evaluation won't be enough... I have PTSD from this shit!!"

"You're ovary-acting, Spitfire," Celestia said, "you ought to loosen up a bit, because I ass-ure you that you'll be back to normal in just a couple of hours after you realize how much I can blackmail you now."

"Blackmail?! It's mutual, Princess!" Spitfire retorted rather violently.

"Ha! Then explain to me how the public will believe that I had sex with the both of you after being clean for so long?" the alicorn replied, using a water hose to hose the two down from the cum, sweat, and shame that stunk from them. Then she did the same to herself and shook the water off, giggling giddily as the process tickled her. She warped up for herself a towel, then got one for the two Wonderbolts as well. As they dried, Celestia continued, "I'll tell you this. Whom will the ponies believe? A bunch of talented show-offs? Or a pony who actually knows what she's doing when she sucks off a stallion?" She led them to the green house's back door and opened it wide to show them out. "I appreciate you stopping by, my little ponies. Our time was fun!"

"You're not just gonna sweep this under the rug, are you?!" Spitfire yelled, trying to stand up to Celestia, who gave her a fiery solar gaze of the sun itself. She effectively had broken her. "I...I...um... What will we do...?"

"Stop your blabbering, as if I'd attack you again, you lackey," Celestia laughed, following them out onto the balcony outside of the greenhouse. "I tell you the truth, I'll proceed my quest... but I'll find me a different pony for each stop."

"But... But you can't just get away with this!"

"I don't have to. As surely your parent's generation experienced this as well... and it's not like they don't know, lackey. So, blackmail? You're only telling them what they have to prepare for. There's nowhere else for the ponies to go... there's no escape from me when I'm like this. The cold wintry tundra north, and the hot dragon-infested lands of the south. With me directly in the middle. Everything within Equestria's vicinity is under my watch, ready not for my merciless strike. So go ahead, warn them if you want. They'd possibly call you an idiot, for nopony believes that this could ever happen again."

Celestia's senses went astray, and she shut her mouth as her colors turned back to normal. She looked Spitfire and Soarin in their eyes, and saw how scarred Spitfire was; how stupid Soarin seemed. Scrunching her nose, she pat the two on their backs and nudged them forward, creeping back into her greenhouse. "I'm terribly sorry..."

She closed the doors. Not caring what the two pegasi did after that. She had in mind her next victim, but her sanity screamed for this to stop. She found her own mentality being eaten away by the lust she had stored away for these thirty dry years. She was the one who was parched. She would be the one who most needed mental evaluation. She knew it.

Granny Apple Smith sat in the shade of the house over at the vibrant, colorful orchards, rocking in her rocking chair. She opened her eyes and sighed deeply. "I remember them old days... back when I could buck all day and night, no rest, no sweat... Back when things was more simpler. Them's Molestia's times."

to be continued