Diplomatic Opportunity

by Hardcover

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Sex, Discord, Princess Celestia
Length: 8765

Discord disrupts Celestia's meeting with the Saddle Arabian Delegate

Since the first meeting, Princess Celestia and Delegate Lion Tail of Saddle Arabia have enjoyed a highly professional friendship, one that still holds as the two begin trade negotiations.

This, of course, is too good an opportunity for Discord to pass up.

Shameless clop. Non-vanilla version contains cum inflation. Vanilla version is pretty light. Ending updated by popular request.

Published 2015-02-10 01:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-10 01:10:02 UTC

Diplomatic Opportunity - Vanilla

“Greetings, Delegate Lion Tail,” Princess Celestia bowed her head to the Saddle Arabian leader. He approached her at the entrance to the palace, returning his own respectful bow. The two smiled warmly at one another.

“Greetings, Princess,” Lion Tail said as he reached her, taking her hoof delicately in his own and giving it a polite kiss.

Celestia enjoyed much about Lion Tail. Ever since the first summit between Equestria and Saddle Arabia, their countries had enjoyed a close friendship, and so too had the leaders. Lion Tail was a rare type of stallion; flawlessly polite, strong and graceful, and if Celestia was being honest with herself, terribly attractive. His voice was smooth and even, richly accented, and his blue and orange garments were just as rich. His clothing stood out against his blonde mane and chestnut body, hints of lean muscle showing in his chest and forelegs. Two large, heavy testicles hung between his toned flanks, and his lavender eyes were points of light on his face.

Of course, Celestia was nude before him as well. There was nothing wrong with Lion Tail leaving his stones uncovered, so long as he kept the rest of his equipment in its sheath. For a pony to show signs of arousal in front of another was the ultimate taboo. Otherwise, such parts were about as notable as any other part of the body.

“Please, come inside. We can get to business when you’re settled in,” Celestia offered.

“Thank you, Princess. But I would much prefer to get to business sooner rather than later,” he replied.

“Why don’t we discuss things in the garden? It’ll be relaxing to walk while we discuss,” she suggested.

“Splendid,” he responded with a smile.

“Splendid, indeed,” Discord thought to himself. Already, he was making his way to the royal gardens.

It was an opportunity he couldn’t resist. As the spirit of chaos, he lived to upset order and balance, but ever since his friendship with Fluttershy, he had to satisfy himself with mere mischief instead of any real chaos. Still, understanding in her kindness, he had been able to negotiate with Fluttershy the allowance of a harmless prank here or there to scratch that insatiable itch of his.

Besides, it truly was harmless. Holding a grudge over a millennium of imprisonment would only hold him back from the fun he could have now. And as much as it burned a part of him to have to ask for permission from the likes of a pony like Fluttershy, she was a weak spot he had come to own up to. “So it goes,” he often thought with a shrug.

But while he didn’t hold any true malice for Celestia, there was always something about her that caused him to act on reflex. It was her cleanliness, the way she flawlessly upkept order and command. Everything in her kingdom and about her was pristine, and even her thoughts and heart were spotless.

She was the perfect target. A paragon of propriety, and icon of perfection, but she was still a pony, and Discord knew, possibly better than any other, that ponies were innately imperfect. Manners were an illusion, and he was already licking his lips at the look on Celestia’s face when the veil of niceties were torn.

Taking up the same pedestal that had once held him captive for a thousand years, he turned his body a stony gray and lied in wait.

“Princess Cadance listens to you, does she not? Surely you can convince her to supply us with the magical crystals we need,” Lion Tail insisted.

“Those crystals are the chief source of the Crystal Ponies’ livelihood. They cannot afford to part with them,” Celestia rebutted.

“We must have magic. We do not have unicorns in abundance as you do,” he said.

Celestia was well aware of the problem. But as they came upon the statue of Discord, her thoughts on the issue vanished. It was all she could do to keep from reacting as she saw the same stone sculpture perched on its pedestal, as she had been used to for a thousand years.

“Truly, one of the greatest tricksters of all time,” Lion Tail said with respect as he beheld the statue, letting his eyes take in every detail.

“Yes,” Celestia said, trying to hide her suspicion. She knew it was Discord. She hadn’t been born yesterday. Far from it. But what she couldn’t see was what he was up to.

Lion Tail let out a sigh. “The gardens are lovely,” he said, glad for a break in the tension.

“Very relaxing,” Celestia agreed automatically. She couldn’t linger, so she led Lion Tail onward. He stayed at her side, but she couldn’t help but turn to look at the statue again.

Celestia saw the yellow and red eyes. She saw Discord’s devilish grin. She watched his taloned hand come to life as he snapped his fingers.

It was all she could do to suppress a moan. Warmth flooded her body, an electric surge that went from her horn to her tail, hot and powerful. Her knees felt weak, and her breath heavy. A blush rushed to her face as the heat rushed to her nethers, manifesting in both a great pleasure, and a burning need. She could already feel her juices start to drip from her.

Lion Tail gave her a puzzled look. “Are you alright, Princess?”

“Just fine, thank you,” she said with a forced smile.

“You look flushed. Should we go inside?”

“Everything’s alright,” she insisted.

Heavens above, if Lion Tail saw her like this, she was certain she would die on the spot. For her entire life, never had she come even close to doing something so uncivilized, so lewd, especially in the presence of such an honored guest like the Delegate. Her reputation in Saddle Arabia, possibly even the entire global community could be ruined. She would be known as the Princess of Whores; jokes about long breeding seasons in Equestria would spread and be retold for ages.

But try as she might, she just couldn’t keep her tail down. Never before had she felt anything like this. It almost felt like a real burn, and the cool summer air against her engorged, needy marehood was her only relief. She felt her lips throb with every beat of her heart, and every throb brought more of her sticky wetness, now cascading down her thighs.

“At any rate,” Lion Tail moved on from her strange behavior. “With trade from Saddle Arabia, the crystal ponies will not need as many crystals to sustain themselves.”

“That is a bold claim to make, and it does not- ah,” a particularly heavy throb and a small gush interrupted her.

“P-Princess?” Lion tail stammered.

“What is it?” Celestia’s heart stopped, yet she tried to keep her tone as calm as possible. He was standing at her shoulder, there was no way he had seen her fluids dripping from her.

“Y-your tail, Your Highness,” he said in a low voice.

“What do you mean?” But when she turned her head, she saw. Her tail was raised sky high, unknowingly presenting her moist entrance to any stallion nearby. Celestia felt a rock in her throat and a pit in her stomach. This was worse than him noticing her wetness. Arousal could not be helped at times, but this looked as if she was trying to seduce him, as if she was available to any and all males.

And now she could see him looking at her flanks. His face was overcome with red as he saw the viscous strands of her arousal flowing from her. She snapped her tail down, but the burning continued, and so did the need for satisfaction, the need to be taken. She would have Discord’s head.

“Delegate Lion Tail, I am so very sorry,” Celestia began her apologies, doing her best to maintain some level of dignity.

“It is alright,” he replied softly, trying to spare her as well. “Many mares struggle to control themselves when… they are in heat.”

Celestia nodded, but his words were the final blow of her humiliation. She wasn’t in heat, yet here she was, behaving like an uncontrollable, lusty slut. Even if Lion Tail had once again proved himself more noble than most stallions, she was certain he had lost almost all respect for her.

“I do not see any other option for Saddle Arabia to obtain Equestrian magic,” Lion Tail attempted to continue.

“It is a conundrum,” Celestia responded half-heartedly. She sensed he was trying to end negotiations, to retire and be gone from this country with its immoral leaders. She couldn’t even bear to look at him. Her shame was almost too much to keep her legs moving.

Until she heard a deep, insidious chuckle, and a snap.

Celestia scanned the gardens, looking for Discord. What had he done now? How much more could he ruin her reputation? But try as hard as she might, she couldn’t find the draconequus, and she felt no different than before. The same burning, dripping need, and the same heavy shame.

“Well, there must be some resolution,” Lion Tail said.

“I’m afraid the Crystal Empire is not a likely opportunity for you,” Celestia answered. She gave him a sidelong glance, but nearly gasped.

Standing tall and proud underneath Lion Tail was an impressive erection. Not just in length, but in girth and contour, the medial ring and flare swollen to their capacity. She could see it twitching with his heartbeat, veins standing out lightly against the dark flesh, his hardness at a maximum. Already strands of thick precum were leaking from his tip.

“Something wrong, Princess?” Lion Tail asked.

Had he really not noticed it himself? His tone sounded too controlled for him to be feigning ignorance.

Leaning close to speak in a low tone, Celestia summoned her courage. “Delegate, you seem to be quite… stiff.”

“I-” he started, but then he realized her meaning. For a moment, they both stared beneath his belly at his length. “My apologies, Princess,” he began.

“It is alright,” she said. “Mares in heat have that effect upon stallions, do they not?” Celestia was pleased to give him a taste of his own medicine, but she mostly felt warmth flood through her, especially her face. Celestia had lain with very few stallions throughout her life, and it had been quite some time since she had seen such a display, let alone such a fine specimen. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to have that thick cock plunge into her-

“I suppose they do,” he answered her, clearly embarrassed. “Well. It is no reason for us not to remain professional,” he said.

“I agree,” she nodded. “Let’s just try to ignore it.”

He nodded. “Much of Equestria’s magic is possessed by unicorns, and you could not force your population to move,” he continued, his shaft bobbing underneath him with every step.

“We may not possess magical resources, but,” here Celestia paused as another hard throb hit her with another rush of wetness, “perhaps there is more we could offer you.”

“We are rich in minerals, silks, metals; we must have magic. Ng,” he grunted as his stallionhood stiffened, slapping his belly and letting out a jet of precum. It was really flowing now, a constant and steady stream issuing from his fat balls and trailing onto the ground.

Celestia again spoke low. “Is that normal?” she asked.

“Best to ignore it,” he said.

Celestia nodded. “Could we not simply pay you for them?”

“It is a generous offer,” he began. “But-” Lion Tail hesitated as his cock gave another strong throb and another rope of precum. If she didn’t know any better, Celestia would say he was cumming, and the sight of his impressive production only made her own wetness flow heavier. “Bits cannot buy magic, and-” here, he huffed again, his legs locking. “Magic is the only resource Saddle A- Ah!”

He couldn’t finish. Lion Tail began to grunt and groan in restrained pleasure as his cock unloaded in spontaneous orgasm. Spurt after spurt of thick, heavy, hot semen shot from his bulging, expanding flare into the grass below.

“Oh,” was all Celestia could say. He could hardly look up at her, seized by the throes of his orgasm. Yet it showed no signs of stopping. Burst after burst of creamy stallion milk were churned out by his swollen balls until the ground was soaked, the grass coated in white, and his hooves stood in a puddle of semen that Celestia was forced to retreat from.

Yet when it finally did end, with Lion Tail breathing hard, droplets of sweat in his temples, his erection looked none the softer. In fact, his cock only seemed to throb harder, with greater need. And the smell of his seed, the sight of that great shaft, the size of his impressive load made her own breath heavy as well.

“I-” he couldn’t even begin to apologize.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “It’s worse, if anything.”

“Why don’t we take a seat?” Celestia motioned to a stone bench nearby.

He nodded. He took his place next to her, his breathing starting to slow some. But now that they were sitting down, there was nothing to hide his great shaft, and the sight of it left Celestia breathless. Discord’s cursed magic aside, if Celestia had known how impressive a stallion Lion Tail was, she might have given more of a second glace. But now that Discord’s magic had its hold on her, her wetness already soaking the bench and dripping down to the grass below, all she could think about was having that great cock inside of her. And he was so handsome, she knew she wouldn’t regret it.

“I’m sure it’ll go down soon,” she said in an attempt to comfort him.

“I hope so,” he said, and she began to see just how embarrassed he truly was to have his length exposed to her, as the blush stole over his face again and he turned away from her. “What is going on?” he asked.

She debated whether to tell him the truth. If she didn’t, she had a better chance of getting some release from him. But she couldn’t lie to a friend.

“Discord,” she answered. “He is around here somewhere, playing tricks on us. I’m sure of it.”

As if on cue, Discord appeared before them. “Oh, Celestia, must you be such a tattletale? You ruin all of my fun,” he said with a mock frown.

“Discord, make this stop. You’ve had your fun,” she said firmly.

“Oh, Celestia, do you think I can make this stop?” Discord replied, drawing a pawpad underneath her chin. “Your bodies seem to be responding quite readily to the magic. Not getting enough alone time, are we gentleponies?”

And it certainly had been far too long for the both of them, but they weren’t about to admit to that.

“I know you can, Discord. Or must I tell Fluttershy how naughty you’ve been?” Celestia threatened in a condescending tone.

But Discord was unfazed. “I think you’re the one who’s being naughty, Celestia. You’re making quite the mess of that bench, after all,” he taunted. The two of them blushed, but he continued. “Very well. I could take away your arousal. But are you sure you want to do that?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” she answered.

“Well, then you two would lose your only excuse for sleeping with one another.” He waggled his eyebrows at the two of them. “Think about it. It wasn’t your fault. It was mean old Discord causing ‘down-there’ problems with his mean old magic. And there was only one way to get rid of all that… tension.”

Celestia glared at him, but she felt Lion Tail’s eyes on her. She turned to him, and their eyes locked for a moment. They wanted this.

“That’s preposterous,” Lion Tail said with a shake of his head. “Celestia is a lady. She would never succumb to such… base desires.” Celestia could only stare at him. Did he not want her? She certainly wanted him. Just the sight of him brought another gush from her.

“Are you implying that you, erect stallion, are not above such ‘lewdness?’” he said, leaning toward Lion Tail.

“I…” Lion Tail’s lust was plain on his face, audible in his breathing. “Will find my… release elsewhere.”

“If you insist,” Discord said. He brought his talons together to dispel the magic.

“Wait,” Celestia said. But she was surprised to hear Lion Tail’s voice chiming in with hers. Their eyes locked again.

Discord chuckled. “I believe things about to get very interesting.” When they turned back to him, Celestia gasped again. Discord’s own cock had unsheathed itself. It seemed normal enough, shaped generally like a stallion with a cylindrical shaft and fat medial ring, but there was a large knot at the base, and the underside was marked with angry ridges designed to tug at a mare’s clitoris, with the head tapered to a point with a large crown. The size of it was easily bigger than even that of Lion Tail, and the balls that hung between his legs were bigger than grapefruits.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lion Tail accused him.

“Do you think one stallion will be enough to satisfy her?” Discord returned.

“It’s alright,” Celestia said, standing from the bench. Just the sight of the two horny studs, and the breaching of that final boundary, had left her wetter than ever before. She couldn’t wait another moment. With her face before Lion Tail, her muzzle inches away from his stallionhood, he was at a loss for words.

“Do be a dear, Celestia,” Discord cooed. Swallowing a bit of embarrassment, she angled her flanks toward him, bending low, flaring her wings, and lifted her tail sky high as he moved behind her. Sopping wet, her clit winking and her entire body shivering with need, she presented herself to the males.

But still she saw hesitation in Lion Tail, and she swallowed the last of her pride. “Go ahead, boys.”

That was all the invitation Lion Tail needed. Surrendering to his lust, he gripped the back of Celestia’s mane and shoved his tip into her waiting muzzle. She accepted all too eagerly, and he threw his head back with a moan as he felt her lips inch down further and further on his length, her tongue hungrily working every part of his shaft. She wanted this just as badly as he did, swallowing every drop of precum that issued from his length, her bobbing head doing everything it could to earn more.

Smiling wickedly, Discord didn’t hesitate to take the offered marehood. Lining up his pointed tip, one thrust was all it took to bury his rugged shaft into Celestia’s dripping, waiting pussy. He grinned in satisfaction as he heard her moan around Lion Tail’s cock, watching her suck at the meat with even more fervor now that she felt herself being filled. Sighing contentedly to himself, Discord worked himself into a rhythm, not too concerned with her pleasure, only moaning as he felt her wet marehood shudder under his ridged length and squeeze around his midring.

“My Celestia, we were eager weren’t we?” Discord taunted as he bucked roughly into her flanks. Her eyes turned back to look at him, but she didn’t stop her ministrations to retort, her tongue swirling around Lion Tail’s stallionhood, doing her best to earn the pleasure she craved. “Your manners are still impeccable, I see,” Discord continued. “You know better than to talk with your mouth full.”

Lion Tail was moaning loud and uninhibited, seeing the Princess of the Sun bowed before him, sucking on his cock, taking Discord’s dick so demurely. He could feel Celestia’s hunger in her slavering tongue, and she only plunged further and further down his length, the tingles already rising in his flesh as she passed the midring. His balls tightened and his muscles clenched. He was ready to feed her.

Discord only grinned.

“Ahhh!” Lion Tail groaned loud as he began to unload. His balls churned out cum, hot and thick, the flow too much for Celestia to swallow all at once as it dribbled past her lips. But as she began to gulp it down, she felt her own pleasure build at the taste, salty and tangy, and the texture, so heavy and creamy, that loud, passionate moans built in her throat only to be stuffed down by the torrent of jizz she was all too happy to swallow.

Discord could see her pleasure, he could feel it in the way her nigh-unused marehood gripped his cock so tightly, begging for him to unload himself into her. “Ah-ah, Celestia. Don’t be a messy eater. Drink every drop, Princess,” he taunted again.

To punctuate his remark, he raised his paw to let it strike against her ample backside in a loud spank. Her moan was like music to his ears. “Mmm,” he growled in his throat as he felt her marehood contract around him. “Good girl.” He gave her another spank as he picked up the pace, his hands gripping her hips as he humped her roughly. Every thrust shook her ass, the sound of his weighty balls slapping her thighs so satisfying to Discord, especially knowing it was Celestia on the receiving end.

Celestia’s eyes drew up into her head as her body clenched, her pleasure surging with every spurt of semen she swallowed from Lion Tail and every rough thrust from Discord’s huge cock. All feelings of shame left her as she received the satisfaction she needed, as she felt her burning holes stuffed full and her stomach stuffed full of cum.

With a desperate moan in her throat, Celestia’s body seized and wrenched in orgasm. She buried her muzzle into Lion Tail’s crotch and thrust her flanks back, impaling herself upon Discord’s length. Her marehood winked uncontrollably as her fluids gushed from her in a sticky, feminine tide, hungering for Discord’s thick knot, to be totally filled with male meat.

Lion Tail’s orgasm finally died down around the same time Celestia’s did. Withdrawing slowly, the two were breathing heavily and erratically. Yet Lion Tail’s cock showed no signs of flagging, still standing tall, proud, and needy.

“Do you want more?” Discord said, not missing a beat as he fucked her.

And despite her orgasm, her body still hungered. She couldn’t be sure if it was Discord’s magic or her own long-unmet desires, but she knew the answer. “Please,” she begged. “More.”

Lion Tail gripped her mane again, but it was a needless gesture. Celestia was already opening wide, her tongue eager for his thick cock and her throat craving another heavy load.

Discord was in heaven, Celestia completely his and her wet, tight flanks ripe for fucking. He gave her a hard spank, enough to leave a red patch and cause her rear to twitch, but he felt her wetness flow around him, the way she threw her ass into his thrusts. She had begged for more and she would get it.

“As you wish, Princess,” he sneered. With one last, rough, thrust, he rammed every last inch he had into her waiting marehood, his thick knot slipping into her wet passage easy. She squeezed hard upon his sensitive flesh, and his knot began to swell and swell, his orgasm looming.

Discord, always the curious one, felt his body relax as he began to cum. “Ahhhhhh,” he sighed, his hips giving minor thrusts into Celestia’s stuffed hole. Yet this betrayed the power of his orgasm. His huge balls pumped out wad after wad of thick, hot cream, the force of his thrust and the load filling her sending Celestia into another shuddering orgasm. Discord simply gripped her tightly, letting his body release as he watched the Princess moan and writhe at the pleasure a couple of hung studs caused her. He couldn’t help himself from giving her a few more stinging spanks, his hands digging into her plump hips as he rode wave after wave of bliss.

When it was all over, Celestia was practically stuffed full to the brim, and Discord’s knot had reduced enough to pull out. With a splatter of cum, he admired his handiwork, her needy marehood dribbling with his thick semen. The white, pristine Princess had been fucked hard and bred hard, her tail still raised for more.

“Have fun, you two,” Discord said. Before Celestia could beg for more, he snapped his talons and disappeared back to Fluttershy’s thoroughly satisfied. The two would probably stop soon enough, but Celestia’s little romp would certainly not escape the notice of the servants or Luna.

And thus Discord’s joke was complete. Everything else had just been icing on the cake.

But when everything was said and done, Celestia and Lion Tail lying in a heap, seed and sweat coating each of them respectively, they were not thinking about the servants, Luna, or the public in general. They were diplomats first, after all.

"I think," Celestia panted, "that I shall open a school in Saddle Arabia, and present it as an option for my gifted unicorns to study abroad. I expect once there they will grow attached to your country, intermarry, and produce native unicorns to bolster your magical resources. It will take time yes, but I think it would be very beneficial to both of our nations."

Lion Tail raised his head from where it rested on her shoulder and smiled. "Yes. I agree. It is a good solution." But with a wry grin, he added, "I imagine we'll need to discuss the details tomorrow."

"At length," Celestia agreed with her own grin.

Author's Note

Now with a real ending!

Diplomatic Opportunity - Kinky

“Greetings, Delegate Lion Tail,” Princess Celestia bowed her head to the Saddle Arabian leader. He approached her at the entrance to the palace, returning his own respectful bow. The two smiled warmly at one another.

“Greetings, Princess,” Lion Tail said as he reached her, taking her hoof delicately in his own and giving it a polite kiss.

Celestia enjoyed much about Lion Tail. Ever since the first summit between Equestria and Saddle Arabia, their countries had enjoyed a close friendship, and so too had the leaders. Lion Tail was a rare type of stallion; flawlessly polite, strong and graceful, and if Celestia was being honest with herself, terribly attractive. His voice was smooth and even, richly accented, and his blue and orange garments were just as rich. His clothing stood out against his blonde mane and chestnut body, hints of lean muscle showing in his chest and forelegs. Two large, heavy testicles hung between his toned flanks, and his lavender eyes were points of light on his face.

Of course, Celestia was nude before him as well. There was nothing wrong with Lion Tail leaving his stones uncovered, so long as he kept the rest of his equipment in its sheath. For a pony to show signs of arousal in front of another was the ultimate taboo. Otherwise, such parts were about as notable as any other part of the body.

“Please, come inside. We can get to business when you’re settled in,” Celestia offered.

“Thank you, Princess. But I would much prefer to get to business sooner rather than later,” he replied.

“Why don’t we discuss things in the garden? It’ll be relaxing to walk while we discuss,” she suggested.

“Splendid,” he responded with a smile.

“Splendid, indeed,” Discord thought to himself. Already, he was making his way to the royal gardens.

It was an opportunity he couldn’t resist. As the spirit of chaos, he lived to upset order and balance, but ever since his friendship with Fluttershy, he had to satisfy himself with mere mischief instead of any real chaos. Still, understanding in her kindness, he had been able to negotiate with Fluttershy the allowance of a harmless prank here or there to scratch that insatiable itch of his.

Besides, it truly was harmless. Holding a grudge over a millennium of imprisonment would only hold him back from the fun he could have now. And as much as it burned a part of him to have to ask for permission from the likes of a pony like Fluttershy, she was a weak spot he had come to own up to. “So it goes,” he often thought with a shrug.

But while he didn’t hold any true malice for Celestia, there was always something about her that caused him to act on reflex. It was her cleanliness, the way she flawlessly upkept order and command. Everything in her kingdom and about her was pristine, and even her thoughts and heart were spotless.

She was the perfect target. A paragon of propriety, and icon of perfection, but she was still a pony, and Discord knew, possibly better than any other, that ponies were innately imperfect. Manners were an illusion, and he was already licking his lips at the look on Celestia’s face when the veil of niceties were torn.

Taking up the same pedestal that had once held him captive for a thousand years, he turned his body a stony gray and lied in wait.

“Princess Cadance listens to you, does she not? Surely you can convince her to supply us with the magical crystals we need,” Lion Tail insisted.

“Those crystals are the chief source of the Crystal Ponies’ livelihood. They cannot afford to part with them,” Celestia rebutted.

“We must have magic. We do not have unicorns in abundance as you do,” he said.

Celestia was well aware of the problem. But as they came upon the statue of Discord, her thoughts on the issue vanished. It was all she could do to keep from reacting as she saw the same stone sculpture perched on its pedestal, as she had been used to for a thousand years.

“Truly, one of the greatest tricksters of all time,” Lion Tail said with respect as he beheld the statue, letting his eyes take in every detail.

“Yes,” Celestia said, trying to hide her suspicion. She knew it was Discord. She hadn’t been born yesterday. Far from it. But what she couldn’t see was what he was up to.

Lion Tail let out a sigh. “The gardens are lovely,” he said, glad for a break in the tension.

“Very relaxing,” Celestia agreed automatically. She couldn’t linger, so she led Lion Tail onward. He stayed at her side, but she couldn’t help but turn to look at the statue again.

Celestia saw the yellow and red eyes. She saw Discord’s devilish grin. She watched his taloned hand come to life as he snapped his fingers.

It was all she could do to suppress a moan. Warmth flooded her body, an electric surge that went from her horn to her tail, hot and powerful. Her knees felt weak, and her breath heavy. A blush rushed to her face as the heat rushed to her nethers, manifesting in both a great pleasure, and a burning need. She could already feel her juices start to drip from her.

Lion Tail gave her a puzzled look. “Are you alright, Princess?”

“Just fine, thank you,” she said with a forced smile.

“You look flushed. Should we go inside?”

“Everything’s alright,” she insisted.

Heavens above, if Lion Tail saw her like this, she was certain she would die on the spot. For her entire life, never had she come even close to doing something so uncivilized, so lewd, especially in the presence of such an honored guest like the Delegate. Her reputation in Saddle Arabia, possibly even the entire global community could be ruined. She would be known as the Princess of Whores; jokes about long breeding seasons in Equestria would spread and be retold for ages.

But try as she might, she just couldn’t keep her tail down. Never before had she felt anything like this. It almost felt like a real burn, and the cool summer air against her engorged, needy marehood was her only relief. She felt her lips throb with every beat of her heart, and every throb brought more of her sticky wetness, now cascading down her thighs.

“At any rate,” Lion Tail moved on from her strange behavior. “With trade from Saddle Arabia, the crystal ponies will not need as many crystals to sustain themselves.”

“That is a bold claim to make, and it does not- ah,” a particularly heavy throb and a small gush interrupted her.

“P-Princess?” Lion tail stammered.

“What is it?” Celestia’s heart stopped, yet she tried to keep her tone as calm as possible. He was standing at her shoulder, there was no way he had seen her fluids dripping from her.

“Y-your tail, Your Highness,” he said in a low voice.

“What do you mean?” But when she turned her head, she saw. Her tail was raised sky high, unknowingly presenting her moist entrance to any stallion nearby. Celestia felt a rock in her throat and a pit in her stomach. This was worse than him noticing her wetness. Arousal could not be helped at times, but this looked as if she was trying to seduce him, as if she was available to any and all males.

And now she could see him looking at her flanks. His face was overcome with red as he saw the viscous strands of her arousal flowing from her. She snapped her tail down, but the burning continued, and so did the need for satisfaction, the need to be taken. She would have Discord’s head.

“Delegate Lion Tail, I am so very sorry,” Celestia began her apologies, doing her best to maintain some level of dignity.

“It is alright,” he replied softly, trying to spare her as well. “Many mares struggle to control themselves when… they are in heat.”

Celestia nodded, but his words were the final blow of her humiliation. She wasn’t in heat, yet here she was, behaving like an
uncontrollable, lusty slut. Even if Lion Tail had once again proved himself more noble than most stallions, she was certain he had lost almost all respect for her.

“I do not see any other option for Saddle Arabia to obtain Equestrian magic,” Lion Tail attempted to continue.

“It is a conundrum,” Celestia responded half-heartedly. She sensed he was trying to end negotiations, to retire and be gone from this country with its immoral leaders. She couldn’t even bear to look at him. Her shame was almost too much to keep her legs moving.

Until she heard a deep, insidious chuckle, and a snap.

Celestia scanned the gardens, looking for Discord. What had he done now? How much more could he ruin her reputation? But try as hard as she might, she couldn’t find the draconequus, and she felt no different than before. The same burning, dripping need, and the same heavy shame.

“Well, there must be some resolution,” Lion Tail said.

“I’m afraid the Crystal Empire is not a likely opportunity for you,” Celestia answered. She gave him a sidelong glance, but nearly gasped.

Standing tall and proud underneath Lion Tail was an impressive erection. Not just in length, but in girth and contour, the medial ring and flare swollen to their capacity. She could see it twitching with his heartbeat, veins standing out lightly against the dark flesh, his hardness at a maximum. Already strands of thick precum were leaking from his tip.

“Something wrong, Princess?” Lion Tail asked.

Had he really not noticed it himself? His tone sounded too controlled for him to be feigning ignorance.

Leaning close to speak in a low tone, Celestia summoned her courage. “Delegate, you seem to be quite… stiff.”

“I-” he started, but then he realized her meaning. For a moment, they both stared beneath his belly at his length. “My apologies, Princess,” he began.

“It is alright,” she said. “Mares in heat have that effect upon stallions, do they not?” Celestia was pleased to give him a taste of his own medicine, but she mostly felt warmth flood through her, especially her face. Celestia had lain with very few stallions throughout her life, and it had been quite some time since she had seen such a display, let alone such a fine specimen. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to have that thick cock plunge into her-

“I suppose they do,” he answered her, clearly embarrassed. “Well. It is no reason for us not to remain professional,” he said.

“I agree,” she nodded. “Let’s just try to ignore it.”

He nodded. “Much of Equestria’s magic is possessed by unicorns, and you could not force your population to move,” he continued, his shaft bobbing underneath him with every step.

“We may not possess magical resources, but,” here Celestia paused as another hard throb hit her with another rush of wetness, “perhaps there is more we could offer you.”

“We are rich in minerals, silks, metals; we must have magic. Ng,” he grunted as his stallionhood stiffened, slapping his belly and letting out a jet of precum. It was really flowing now, a constant and steady stream issuing from his fat balls and trailing onto the ground.

Celestia again spoke low. “Is that normal?” she asked.

“Best to ignore it,” he said.

Celestia nodded. “Could we not simply pay you for them?”

“It is a generous offer,” he began. “But-” Lion Tail hesitated as his cock gave another strong throb and another rope of precum. If she didn’t know any better, Celestia would say he was cumming, and the sight of his impressive production only made her own wetness flow heavier. “Bits cannot buy magic, and-” here, he huffed again, his legs locking. “Magic is the only resource Saddle A- Ah!”

He couldn’t finish. Lion Tail began to grunt and groan in restrained pleasure as his cock unloaded in spontaneous orgasm. Spurt after spurt of thick, heavy, hot semen shot from his bulging, expanding flare into the grass below.

“Oh,” was all Celestia could say. He could hardly look up at her, seized by the throes of his orgasm. Yet it showed no signs of stopping. Burst after burst of creamy stallion milk were churned out by his swollen balls until the ground was soaked, the grass coated in white, and his hooves stood in a puddle of semen that Celestia was forced to retreat from.

Yet when it finally did end, with Lion Tail breathing hard, droplets of sweat in his temples, his erection looked none the softer. In fact, his cock only seemed to throb harder, with greater need. And the smell of his seed, the sight of that great shaft, the size of his impressive load made her own breath heavy as well.

“I-” he couldn’t even begin to apologize.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “It’s worse, if anything.”

“Why don’t we take a seat?” Celestia motioned to a stone bench nearby.

He nodded. He took his place next to her, his breathing starting to slow some. But now that they were sitting down, there was nothing to hide his great shaft, and the sight of it left Celestia breathless. Discord’s cursed magic aside, if Celestia had known how impressive a stallion Lion Tail was, she might have given more of a second glace. But now that Discord’s magic had its hold on her, her wetness already soaking the bench and dripping down to the grass below, all she could think about was having that great cock inside of her. And he was so handsome, she knew she wouldn’t regret it.

“I’m sure it’ll go down soon,” she said in an attempt to comfort him.

“I hope so,” he said, and she began to see just how embarrassed he truly was to have his length exposed to her, as the blush stole over his face again and he turned away from her. “What is going on?” he asked.

She debated whether to tell him the truth. If she didn’t, she had a better chance of getting some release from him. But she couldn’t lie to a friend.

“Discord,” she answered. “He is around here somewhere, playing tricks on us. I’m sure of it.”

As if on cue, Discord appeared before them. “Oh, Celestia, must you be such a tattletale? You ruin all of my fun,” he said with a mock frown.

“Discord, make this stop. You’ve had your fun,” she said firmly.

“Oh, Celestia, do you think I can make this stop?” Discord replied, drawing a pawpad underneath her chin. “Your bodies seem to be responding quite readily to the magic. Not getting enough alone time, are we gentleponies?”

And it certainly had been far too long for the both of them, but they weren’t about to admit to that.

“I know you can, Discord. Or must I tell Fluttershy how naughty you’ve been?” Celestia threatened in a condescending tone.

But Discord was unfazed. “I think you’re the one who’s being naughty, Celestia. You’re making quite the mess of that bench, after all,” he taunted. The two of them blushed, but he continued. “Very well. I could take away your arousal. But are you sure you want to do that?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” she answered.

“Well, then you two would lose your only excuse for sleeping with one another.” He waggled his eyebrows at the two of them. “Think about it. It wasn’t your fault. It was mean old Discord causing ‘down-there’ problems with his mean old magic. And there was only one way to get rid of all that… tension.”

Celestia glared at him, but she felt Lion Tail’s eyes on her. She turned to him, and their eyes locked for a moment. They wanted this.

“That’s preposterous,” Lion Tail said with a shake of his head. “Celestia is a lady. She would never succumb to such… base desires.” Celestia could only stare at him. Did he not want her? She certainly wanted him. Just the sight of him brought another gush from her.

“Are you implying that you, erect stallion, are not above such ‘lewdness?’” he said, leaning toward Lion Tail.

“I…” Lion Tail’s lust was plain on his face, audible in his breathing. “Will find my… release elsewhere.”

“If you insist,” Discord said. He brought his talons together to dispel the magic.

“Wait,” Celestia said. But she was surprised to hear Lion Tail’s voice chiming in with hers. Their eyes locked again.

Discord chuckled. “I believe things about to get very interesting.” When they turned back to him, Celestia gasped again. Discord’s own cock had unsheathed itself. It seemed normal enough, shaped generally like a stallion with a cylindrical shaft and fat medial ring, but there was a large knot at the base, and the underside was marked with angry ridges designed to tug at a mare’s clitoris, with the head tapered to a point with a large crown. The size of it was easily bigger than even that of Lion Tail, and the balls that hung between his legs were bigger than grapefruits.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Lion Tail accused him.

“Do you think one stallion will be enough to satisfy her?” Discord returned.

“It’s alright,” Celestia said, standing from the bench. Just the sight of the two horny studs, and the breaching of that final boundary, had left her wetter than ever before. She couldn’t wait another moment. With her face before Lion Tail, her muzzle inches away from his stallionhood, he was at a loss for words.

“Do be a dear, Celestia,” Discord cooed. Swallowing a bit of embarrassment, she angled her flanks toward him, bending low, flaring her wings, and lifted her tail sky high as he moved behind her. Sopping wet, her clit winking and her entire body shivering with need, she presented herself to the males.

But still she saw hesitation in Lion Tail, and she swallowed the last of her pride. “Go ahead, boys.”

That was all the invitation Lion Tail needed. Surrendering to his lust, he gripped the back of Celestia’s mane and shoved his tip into her waiting muzzle. She accepted all too eagerly, and he threw his head back with a moan as he felt her lips inch down further and further on his length, her tongue hungrily working every part of his shaft. She wanted this just as badly as he did, swallowing every drop of precum that issued from his length, her bobbing head doing everything it could to earn more.

Smiling wickedly, Discord didn’t hesitate to take the offered marehood. Lining up his pointed tip, one thrust was all it took to bury his rugged shaft into Celestia’s dripping, waiting pussy. He grinned in satisfaction as he heard her moan around Lion Tail’s cock, watching her suck at the meat with even more fervor now that she felt herself being filled. Sighing contentedly to himself, Discord worked himself into a rhythm, not too concerned with her pleasure, only moaning as he felt her wet marehood shudder under his ridged length and squeeze around his midring.

“My Celestia, we were eager weren’t we?” Discord taunted as he bucked roughly into her flanks. Her eyes turned back to look at him, but she didn’t stop her ministrations to retort, her tongue swirling around Lion Tail’s stallionhood, doing her best to earn the pleasure she craved. “Your manners are still impeccable, I see,” Discord continued. “You know better than to talk with your mouth full.”

Lion Tail was moaning loud and uninhibited, seeing the Princess of the Sun bowed before him, sucking on his cock, taking Discord’s dick so demurely. He could feel Celestia’s hunger in her slavering tongue, and she only plunged further and further down his length, the tingles already rising in his flesh as she passed the midring. His balls tightened and his muscles clenched. He was ready to feed her.

Discord only grinned.

“Ahhh!” Lion Tail groaned loud as he began to unload. His balls churned out cum, hot and thick, the flow too much for Celestia to swallow all at once as it dribbled past her lips. But as she began to gulp it down, she felt her own pleasure build at the taste, salty and tangy, and the texture, so heavy and creamy, that loud, passionate moans built in her throat only to be stuffed down by the torrent of jizz she was all too happy to swallow.

Discord could see her pleasure, he could feel it in the way her nigh-unused marehood gripped his cock so tightly, begging for him to unload himself into her. “Ah-ah, Celestia. Don’t be a messy eater. Drink every drop, Princess,” he taunted again.

To punctuate his remark, he raised his paw to let it strike against her ample backside in a loud spank. Her moan was like music to his ears. “Mmm,” he growled in his throat as he felt her marehood contract around him. “Good girl.” He gave her another spank as he picked up the pace, his hands gripping her hips as he humped her roughly. Every thrust shook her ass, the sound of his weighty balls slapping her thighs so satisfying to Discord, especially knowing it was Celestia on the receiving end.

Celestia’s eyes drew up into her head as her body clenched, her pleasure surging with every spurt of semen she swallowed from Lion Tail and every rough thrust from Discord’s huge cock. All feelings of shame left her as she received the satisfaction she needed, as she felt her burning holes stuffed full and her stomach stuffed full of cum.

And as she bobbed her head on Lion Tail’s length, she could feel just how stuffed she was. And Discord could see it. Already, her stomach was showing the slightest of bulges, full to the brim of Lion Tail’s heavy cum. Her hoof wandered down to her belly, and she felt the bulge as well.

With a desperate moan in her throat, Celestia’s body seized and wrenched in orgasm. She buried her muzzle into Lion Tail’s crotch and thrust her flanks back, impaling herself upon Discord’s length. Her marehood winked uncontrollably as her fluids gushed from her in a sticky, feminine tide, hungering for Discord’s thick knot, to be totally filled with male meat.

Lion Tail’s orgasm finally died down around the same time Celestia’s did. Withdrawing slowly, the two were breathing heavily and erratically. Yet Lion Tail’s cock showed no signs of flagging, still standing tall, proud, and needy.

“Do you want more?” Discord said, not missing a beat as he fucked her.

And despite her orgasm, her body still hungered. She couldn’t be sure if it was Discord’s magic or her own long-unmet desires, but she knew the answer. “Please,” she begged. “More.”

Lion Tail gripped her mane again, but it was a needless gesture. Celestia was already opening wide, her tongue eager for his thick cock and her throat craving another heavy load.

Discord was in heaven, Celestia completely his and her wet, tight flanks ripe for fucking. He gave her a hard spank, enough to leave a red patch and cause her rear to twitch, but he felt her wetness flow around him, the way she threw her ass into his thrusts. She had begged for more and she would get it.

“As you wish, Princess,” he sneered. With one last, rough, thrust, he rammed every last inch he had into her waiting marehood, his thick knot slipping into her wet passage easy. She squeezed hard upon his sensitive flesh, and his knot began to swell and swell, his orgasm looming.

Discord, always the curious one, felt his body relax as he began to cum. “Ahhhhhh,” he sighed, his hips giving minor thrusts into Celestia’s stuffed hole. Yet this betrayed the power of his orgasm. His huge balls pumped out wad after wad of thick, hot cream, the force of his thrust and the load filling her sending Celestia into another shuddering orgasm. Discord simply gripped her tightly, letting his body release as he watched the Princess moan and writhe at the pleasure a couple of hung studs caused her. He couldn’t help himself from giving her a few more stinging spanks, his hands digging into her plump hips as he rode wave after wave of bliss.

Celestia’s belly continued to bulge, easily recognizable and almost pregnant looking, and Discord was terribly satisfied to see his cum swelling within her, and to hear her moan for more, begging with her body. He held within for minutes, watching her womb swell and swell with his load, every pulse within her immensely satisfying, to feel her passage clamp down upon his length, to watch her work for more, sucking hungrily on Lion Tail’s cock, trying to earn his second load.

When it was all over, Celestia was practically stuffed full to the brim, and Discord’s knot had reduced enough to pull out. With a splatter of cum, he admired his handiwork, her needy marehood dribbling with his thick semen. The white, pristine Princess had been fucked hard and bred hard, her tail still raised for more.

“Have fun, you two,” Discord said. Before Celestia could beg for more, he snapped his talons and disappeared back to Fluttershy’s thoroughly satisfied. The two would probably stop soon enough, but Celestia’s little romp would certainly not escape the notice of the servants or Luna.

And thus Discord’s joke was complete. Everything else had just been icing on the cake.

But when everything was said and done, Celestia and Lion Tail lying in a heap, her belly totally distended and every orifice leaking his heavy seed, they were not thinking about the servants, Luna, or the public in general. They were diplomats first, after all.

"I think," Celestia panted, "that I shall open a school in Saddle Arabia, and present it as an option for my gifted unicorns to study abroad. I expect once there they will grow attached to your country, intermarry, and produce native unicorns to bolster your magical resources. It will take time yes, but I think it would be very beneficial to both of our nations."

Lion Tail raised his head from where it rested on her shoulder and smiled. "Yes. I agree. It is a good solution." But with a wry grin, he added, "I imagine we'll need to discuss the details tomorrow."

"At length," Celestia agreed with her own grin.

Author's Note

Now with a real ending!