The Molestia Chronicles

Story one, chronicle one:

A Bite of Cake

Molestia sat in her quarters, staring at the slice of cake that was given to her by Twilight and her friends. Supposedly, it was the best cake in existence, made by Mr. and Mrs.Cake of Ponyville. It certainly smelled divine, and from the reactions of the other ponies, it would live up to its name. Molestia licked her lips in the sultry way she always does. "The royal flank does not need any more bounce to it... perhaps I shouldn't eat this cake..." She shook her head. "I have to eat this cake, it's my obligation to keep the royal flank full and healthy!" She used her magic to bring the slice of cake over to where she sat on the bed, and held it very close to her face, examining it, savoring its mere appearance.

"Perhaps here isn't the best place to eat it..." She stood, still levitating the cake, and walked to the middle of her room. "Much better, lots of space." She licked her lips once again, the mere smell of the amazing cake... it... turned her on. It may seem an odd fetish, but Molestia has always been obsessed with cake. She would hoard it and eat it for days on end. She felt her marehood burn and drip with excitement as she leaned even closer to the delicious treat. "Mmmmmm!" She opened her mouth, ready for a huge bite, then she stopped. "No, I can't..." She turned away for a moment, then turned back. "I must savor just a bite..." She leaned her head forward, taking a small bite of the cake...

The effect was almost instantaneous. Her eyes widened, her legs trembled, her knees weakened, she orgasmed powerfully as she tasted the delightful cake, lubrication spilled out of her marehood as she chewed slowly, her pleasure building even more so as her fun was not even close to done. She continued cumming, managing not to scream out in pleasure only because of the delicious cake in her mouth. After wearing herself out, she regretfully swallowed and collapsed into the large puddle of her own lubrication, her chest heaving as she sighed in post orgasmic bliss. It was the best she'd had in a long while, as business had been slow lately.

"That... was... amazing..." She huffed and called to the royal guard standing outside. "Guard! Guard come in here!" The guard galloped inside, only to see the princess in a puddle of liquid which he recognized immediately, because it was pink, and it sparkled. He sighed.

"Again princess?" He trotted in, helping her up as the strong scent of her cum filled his nostrils. It was one of the benefits of his job, her lubrication smelled amazing. After getting cleaned up, Molestia rode a carriage to Ponyville to speak in person to the makers of the cake. She knocked lightly, and Mrs.Cake opened the door.

"P-princess!" She bowed before the majestic mare, and Molestia waved her hoof.

"No need to bow, I came to give feedback on the cake." She held back a snicker as she heard herself say "came". "I'd like to say that it was the most delicious cake I have ever had the pleasure of eating. I literally came buckets. I mean really. BUCKETS." The Cakes just blinked dumbfoundedly at the princess, their faces red. "Don't be embarrassed, it takes a lot to make me cum, and that cake did the trick. Really did the trick." She turned and walked out the door. "Farewell! It's been a pleasure!" She closed the door and smirked. "And that was the smallest bite I could take..."

Story two, chronicle one:

Bread For the Banquet

Molestia was feeling peckish. It was nearly midnight, and after a long day of sexual intercourse one does tend to work up an appetite. "Let's see what we've got in the kitchen..." She opened the door to the large cabinet, scanning for anything interesting. "Hmmm... lettuce... tomato... ah! Peanut butter!" She took the jar, popping the top off and sniffing it deeply. "Mmmm... I love peanut butter, so much fun to lick off of things." She stuck her hoof inside and drew it out, licking the sweet, salty, and delicious substance slowly, and then she spotted it.

A pile of nearly two and a half foot long baguettes. There had to be at least twenty of them, stacked neatly on the table, ready for the banquet tomorrow. "Hmmm... perhaps it's time for a little prank." She trotted over and looked at the bread. It was the perfect width to fit into her marehood. She took a small piece, nibbling it. "Ack! So bland, it needs more... flavor." She grinned as she used her magic to lift it up, moving it behind her and prodding her marehood with it. "In we go!" She slowly pushed it in, gasping as it stretched the walls of her marehood. "Mmmmm, this is better than toys!" She pulled it out as it reached the end of the road, and the small notches in the bread tugged against her walls, causing intense pleasure. "Oh dear, already?" She climaxed, covering the bread in her lubrication as she moaned quietly.

"That's one..." She set it down on a different counter, it glistened and sparkled with her cum. "It'll be dry in an hour." She shoved a second baguette into her marehood, cumming once again, then another, and another, until all the bread was soaked in her juices. "That'll do... nicely..." She panted, worn out from the series of orgasms she went through. She trotted back to her quarters to await the banquet that would come later that night...

"Luna! Luna sis!" Molestia trotted over to her sister. "Come sit at the head of the table with me, and try some bread!" Luna raised an eyebrow as she followed her sister and sat down.

"Bread? What's so special about bread?" Celestia broke a piece off and ate it.

"Mmmm... this bread is especially good! I don't know why though." Luna cautiously took a piece of her own, sniffing it before taking a bite, and her expression changed to one of delight.

"This is delicious!" Luna exclaimed, and the rest of the guests were devouring the bread as well, and Molestia smiled slyly. None of them had any idea what that bread went through the night before, and she loved it.

As the banquet cleared out, Luna joined Molestia in the empty hall. "Oh, and Luna, did you think the bread really as good as you said it was?" Luna nodded vehemently.

"Yes! It was delicious, I don't know how to explain it..." Molestia smiled.

"Well that's good, because I seasoned it myself. It took a lot of hard work, and a lot of... fluid." Luna turned beet red. Her sister did things like this all the time, she was disgusting.

"You... the bread... and they all...?" Luna was turning redder by the minute.

"And they all loved it, even you sis." Molestia giggled as she trotted away, and Luna went the opposite way, not wanting to look at her sister. "The way she reacted about the bread... it's a good thing I didn't tell her about the punch..."

Story three, chronicle one:

Spandex

Molestia hastily locked her door after making sure nopony else was around, she wanted to be alone. "Phew! That trip to Wondercon was great! Now, to look over my souvenirs." She opened the duffel bag and shifted its contents with a grin. "Wonderbolts costume... Mare-Do-Well costume... katana... ah! Here we are!" She pulled out a small, locked case, and inserted her horn into the notch in the side, upon opening was a volleyball jersey with the number "69", and a pair of spandex short-shorts, formerly owned by the volleyball captain herself. She lifted them gingerly out of the box and grinned. "There's my babies." She held them close to her face, the special box they were in preserved the state and smell of the glorious uniform, which Molestia managed to snatch after their game.

"You smell just like you did after the game... you smell like sweat, latex, and... Orchid." Orchid was the volleyball captain which she first molested and then stole her uniform. It's not like it was Molestia's fault, she was sexy, and also the only one left in the locker room. Molestia took a deep whiff of the spandex shorts, recalling the taste of Orchid's sweet, sweet marehood. "This will have to do, I doubt I'll be seeing her anytime soon..." She turned them inside out, giving the interior a lick, because it had Orchid's juices all over it. "Mmmmm..." She began to feel herself getting wet as she gave another lick, and another, and soon her lubrication was dripping down the inside of her thigh.

"I haven't clopped in an hour or so, this is a good opportunity!" She trotted over to her bed and lie on her back, her back legs spread wide. She gave the shorts one last sniff and shuddered, sliding her free hoof down to her crotch and rubbed the outside of her marehood slowly. "Mmmm..." She sped up the rubbing and thought of Orchid's delicate 'flower' of a marehood, and how she soiled it with her tongue. Molestia licked her lips as she though of the unique taste of the mare, speeding up the tempo of her rubbing, whimpering quietly. "Oh Orchid~" The more she thought about the mare, the more her mind went less to her appearance, and more to her amazing spandex shorts.

The spandex shorts were really what turned her on, the way they made flanks look was heavenly. She became conscious of this, and started thinking about other ponies wearing the spandex shorts. Spitfire, the sexiest mare of the year award winner, with her amazing plot in those tight shorts...

Molestia's rubbing turned to clopping, the sound ringing throughout the room as she began thinking about Twilight in those shorts... then began thinking how much better they would look, casually tossed on the floor as the two of them thrashed about on the bed in blind passion... "Oh spandex!" She cried out as she approached climax. She cried it out again, and again, and she began imagining her own sister, Luna, in the shorts. Her flank, while much smaller than her own, was very cute, cuter so with the spandex shorts on. It was all too much for Molestia as she bit her lip, orgasming and spraying her juices all over the bed. "OH SPANDEX~!" The guard passing in the hall heard the noise and laughed quietly to himself.

"That princess..." He chuckled again, then sighed as he realized what this meant. "And of course I'm going to have to clean it..." The door swung open, and the princess walked out, giving the guard a look that said 'you know what you have to do'. The guard looked back and asked, "Can I have a mop?" Molestia laughed and shook her head.

"That's what your tongue is for." The guard gulped and his face turned red as he walked into her room.