King of Ponyville

Yesterday, I had my first battle as a god, as this King of Ponyville. I knew it was coming, and did not have high hopes for it. I feared it was the end, the final, deserved retribution that would end my adventure and send me to the dungeon for the rest of my days. It was hard, I won't lie. But I won.

Today, I reaped the spoils.

I sat on my throne at noon, atop my litter, carried across Ponyville by the sixty guards underneath me. They're not real guards, I have far better uses for those dashing stallions anyway. They're not even really guards. I have little use for protection. They're more like golems resembling ponies that cart my massive, platinum-plated litter across the town. What's the point in being King if you can't enjoy the privileges, after all?

My litter has several amenities. The throne itself is new, and highly enjoyable, but I'll get more into that in a minute. There's a well-stocked fridge for food and drink, a case of books and newspapers for light reading, and several ponies that serve as both servants and entertainment.

In front of me to my left were Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, eating each others pussies in a frenetic sixty-nine. To my front right were Pipsqueak and Sweetie Belle. My darling Sweetie has received a promotion from personal asslicker, and while she still sexually services me and any other colt that wants it, she was currently wearing a strap-on cock and railing the smug little bitch from Trottingham. Pipsqueak has received no such promotion, he was crying both from the mint toothpaste 'lube' on the strap-on, and the knowledge that his approaching orgasm would cause him sheer agony because of the tight bondage on his cock.

Diamond Tiara was also on the litter, behind the throne, built into a portable urinal. Sometimes I need a piss. I needed one right then, in fact.

I stood up, a cold breeze on my rump as the rimjob from my throne stopped. I spat in its mouth and walked around to where Diamond Tiara was placed. I'd had her fitted with a ludicrously-oversized ring gag and plugs for her nose, not to ensure that she swallows, but so that she knows she has no opportunity to impress me or ascend above her position. She looked up at me with desperate eyes, stuck out her tongue, and went 'aahhhh...'

Cute. I held my dick at a distance--more splatter that way--and let loose. Orange-yellow piss flowed into her mouth until I cut it off. She eagerly swallowed, and stuck her tongue back out. Tomorrow, I'll take those freedoms from her. Her eager look started to bother me so I switched to hosing down her face, covering her in stinking piss, soaking her mane, knocking her tiara askew, and pissing in her eyes. Again, I cut off, just to watch her swallow it all as it ran down into her mouth.

She'd kept her eyes open. That was odd. With a smirk I let loose again, this time aiming specifically for her eyes. She cringed in pain and couldn't help but wince in reflex, but I'll be damned if she didn't try her best to keep them open as I pissed right in them. What an inventive little sycophant! I might find some way to reward her after all. I finished off my piss, walking up to Pipsqueak so he could suck the last drops clean as Sweetie screwed his ass, and sat back on my throne, sighing with pleasure as my rimjob resumed.

We were approaching the town square. Several sets of bleachers had been erected, facing the stage in the middle of the square. They were packed with pony spectators--well, stallion spectators. Mares were out in force, but they weren't there to watch the display, they were there to suck the cocks of the ponies who were.

The audience didn't cheer as I approached. They were waiting, beside themselves with lust and anticipation. It was to be a momentous occasion.

The guards brought my litter to the stage, and set it down in front of the lone pony there. Most of my entourage left to help service the audience members, apart from Diamond Tiara who was wheeled away to join the rest of the event's portable toilets, and Sweetie Belle who remained as my personal servant.

I didn't rise from my throne. Didn't need to. The other pony could see and hear me just fine.

"Hello, Celestia," I drawled.

The former Princess looked up at me, her eyes bloodshot, limbs straining against her shackles. Her mane was flat and lifeless, and looked strange without her horn to balance it out. I'd plucked her wings, and removed her horn with magic. A little trite, perhaps, but I found a far more entertaining use for it. "What have you done..."

"I rule by power. You attempted to challenge my power. Now, you suffer the consequences."

"We only came because we had heard nothing..." Her voice was hoarse. She'd had no water since her capture, and her body was covered in red welts where I had enchanted a pair of whips and set them to work on her overnight. "We wished to ensure the safety of our subjects."

I laughed and settled on my throne, loving the feeling of the large, skillful tongue as it ate out my ass. "You marched on my borders without my consent, with more than one hundred royal guards in tow. In olden times, each one of your guards would have been impaled on stakes and left to bleed out."

Tears ran down the alicorn's face. "Please... you didn't..."

"No, I rather like your guards. Passionate, athletic, driven." I smirked. "You know, I've worked my powers on some of the mares in this town. They wouldn't mind being gang-fucked by a hundred soldiers, in fact, they would enjoy it! I can assure you, however, that your student Twilight Sparkle, is not one of those mares. She seemed rather unhappy when I took her horn and threw her to your guards. I don't think she's had a hole unfilled since they started."

"No..."

"Mmhm, actually, yes! I'd imagine it's worse for her, though, isn't it? It's one thing to be raped by faceless soldiers, but Twilight all but lived in Canterlot Palace, didn't she? She must have known these guards since she was a little filly. She must have trusted them. Oh my, if you could see how that trust is being repaid..." I smirked. "Wait, you can!"

I cast a spell to broadcast an image of the makeshift barracks where Twilight Sparkle was being held, visible to Celestia and to all the ponies on the bleachers.

It showed Twilight Sparkle with her ass in the air and her face on the floor. A pegasus guard was railing her ass with a thick cock, slamming her face into the ground with every thrust, smacking her ass as the soldiers surrounding them cheered and jerked off. With a cry, he came deep in her ass, biting down hard enough on her ear to draw blood. Twilight sobbed and whimpered, but the fight was obviously gone from her. After pulling out, he forced her to clean his cock, and then pushed her face into the floor again and dragged her from side to side, mopping up the mess of cum, spit, and juices that lined the floor. As soon as he walked away, a trio of soldiers picked her up, two plugging her mouth and ass, and one sliding underneath her to fuck her pussy.

I cut off the feed. "Well, that was interesting."

Celestia just sobbed, her eyes closed in shame.

"Don't shut your eyes yet, Celestia. There's so much more for you to see. Care to take a guess where your horn is? Or where your faithful student's horn is, for that matter?"

I forced her to look at me, and stood up. With a flash of magic, I removed the rich silk sheets that covered my 'throne.' Celestia's cry of despair as she saw it made my cock throb.

Former Princess Luna was my new throne. Strapped down on her back, horn and wings removed, legs bound to her sides, with her face pushed through a padded metal frame to make a comfortable seat for my rump. A blindfold glued to her eyes, and her teeth removed, but no ring gag. I like to feel her lips, and I have tools to apply if she's feeling recalcitrant. It was a tough decision, choosing her over Sweetie Belle, but the size of her tongue made it a no-brainer.

I pointed out her crotch to Celestia. My thrones ass and pussy were both filled. A white dildo in her cunt, and a purple one in her asshole. More accurately, a white horn and a purple horn.

"Don't worry, Celestia, no matter what I do, you'll always be close to your sister."

She glared up at me. "Why have you done this?"

"Why? Well, for one, your sister thought she was above her station. I decided to remind her where her true station is: underneath my rump, with her tongue in my asshole. You, on the other hoof, are guilty of rashness. I'm going to give you a period of stability and solitude to remind you of that..."

Before she could formulate a response, I wrenched open her jaw with magic, and forced in an adjustable ring gag. Whatever words she had in mind became incoherent sputters. I approached Celestia, and began to carry out her sentence.

I conjured a steel frame to form the skeleton of a cube, twelve feet by twelve feet. With magic, I held Celestia in a stasis field exactly at average male hip height, with her ring gag at the 'walls' of the cube, and then conjured a steel brace on a pole that held her head in place so she could not move it even an inch.

"I'm honestly glad you came, Celestia. There are things I'd love to do, but I don't dare try on mortals. Death takes all the fun out of it..."

I pulled an item from my bag. Long, dark blue, hard. Luna's horn. Celestia looked at me with hate as I waved it in front of her.

"Guess where this is going?"

She grunted in response. Not the right answer, but she didn't have to wait long to find out the truth. I lifted her tail and shoved the entire horn into her ass. Didn't bother with lube. It hurt her, but who cares?

She screeched in pain as I tried to explain the enchantments I'd carved into her sisters horn. "It'll take care of any waste functions, it will let me transmit spells to you, it can modify the internal environment... you're not listening, I'll just have to demonstrate."

My horn lit up, and so did the one in her ass. It performed one of my favorite functions: an ice-water enema. The whole audience laughed as Celestia wailed in shock and pain.

I put two tiny pebbles into each of Celestia's ears, and cast a spell on them. "An anti-hearing aid. You can hear just fine, as long as I let you. If I want, I can cut off sound entirely, or I can make you hear what I want you to hear."

To add to that, I slipped enchanted contact lenses onto her. She struggled, but all she could move were her eyelids, and it hurt her more than anything else. "You'll see what these are for in a minute. Ah, here comes the next part..."

A giant cement mixer approached the stage, pulled by two-dozen workponies. Celestia couldn't see it. The audience could, and they cheered.

"One final adjustment to make..." I said, as the cement mixer backed up closer and closer to Celestia's new home. I knelt down in front of her, and played with the dials on the ring gag. She protested as it expanded and screamed when her jaw clicked, but I kept going until her jaw was a single millimetre away from being officially dislocated. Then I moved it two more millimetres. Her cries were just making me fucking drool precum, at that stage.

I backed up and cast a magical shield across the metal frame that nothing could pass out of. The giant cement mixer raised up and began to pour. Ponies cheered as the grey sludge splattered onto their former ruler's back, slowly climbing up the level of the shielding. Celestia panicked further, but there was nothing she could do. Soon it was up to her thighs, then to her chest, then slowly climbing up her neck. If I'd been sat on my throne getting my ass eaten, the look of fear and despair on her eyes as the cement line slowly rose above her goggles would have given me a hooves-free orgasm.

The princess was out of sight, apart from her mouth which was pressed up against the magic shield and free of cement, and it wasn't long before the entire cube was filled. I set the concrete with magic, dispelled my shield, and removed the frame. Celestia was gone to the world, except for her big mouth. The ceremony was almost complete.

One final artistic endeavour. I rapidly painted a picture of Princess Celestia on one side of the concrete. It had her face down, ass up, holding her rump wide with her front hooves, a ball gag in her mouth, and a stream of white cum running down from her crotch to the floor. Her crotch, coincidentally, was exactly where the real Celestia's mouth was exposed.

I took the vagina-molded piece of rubber from a sex toy for stallions, and glued it in place over her mouth. Her pained, confused mumbling could still be heard, but the purpose was more obvious. Celestia had no mouth. She had one hole, and it was for fucking.

I turned back to the crowds. "My fellow ponies! Our false rulers have been vanquished, and punished for their hubris! Celestia will remain here for ten years, and I behoove you to make sure she does not lose her connection to the common pony. Specifically, the connection between your cock and her face hole!"

I bellied up to the once-princess-now-gloryhole and stuck my cock through the fake vagina. She squealed around it, and I moaned from the vibration. Her mouth was as warm and welcoming as you'd expect from a sun alicorn. It took some battering, but my cockhead rammed past her tonsils and I was able to ream out her tight, hot throat. I came quickly, pulling out enough that I unloaded in her mouth. Celestia deserved a taste of true power, I thought.

As I pulled away, a rivulet of white goop spilled out of the fake vagina, and ran down to join the painted flow of semen. I turned to the audience.

"Your pleasure is here, stallions! Take it!"

I sat back on my throne as the citizens of Ponyville surged forward to rape Celestia's mouth hole. It was the perfect moment. Luna's tongue in my ass made it more than divine.

I cast two more spells as I watched the queue of stallions thrust into the concrete block. The first affected the contact lenses I'd fitted Celestia with. Now, she could watch the scene from outside as her former subjects defiled her, she could match up every invasion of cock to a face and body. When she wasn't being used, it would switch to a view of Twilight Sparkle being gang-raped by guards. I wasn't needlessly cruel, however. If she didn't want to watch that, she could close her eyes.

If she closed her eyes, she'd see a close-up view of her sister licking my ass.

The other spell was to set the enchantments on Luna's horn to 'random.' In a few hours she'd get ice enemas, electric shocks, random vibrations, stuff like that. I don't want her to get bored.

I watched the celebrations as my other servants returned to my litter. It was time to go home, but I decided to stay a while longer. I could feel some universal force bearing down, trying to condemn me for what I was enjoying, and I was determined to defy it. Luna's rimming was getting me hard again, and I kind of needed a piss as well...

***

"Discord?"

The Lord of Chaos turned the orange back into an apple and put it down. "I wasn't," he said, "doing anything to--oh, Luna, it's you. Honestly, I'm a little busy, perhaps you could schedule an appointment instead of simply appearing whenever you feel like--"

The Princess ignored him. "Perchance have you meddled in the affairs of the dreaming world?" she asked. Her expression was like that of a pony who had just had to clean up after a pet that wasn't housebroken. "Specifically, that of a colt in Ponyville?"

Discord thought for a minute, and then snapped his claws. "Yes! That weirdo. Sparkbright was his name, I think. Had very odd fantasies so I did him a favor. I split those desires strictly into the dream world, so he never thinks about them when he's waking, and never remembers them after he sleeps."

"Ah," said Princess Luna. She seemed mollified, but unamused. "That would explain it."

Discord groaned. "Oh, don't tell me I've caused another apocalypse. That got tired after number eight."

"No, nothing like that, old enemy. Nothing I cannot resolve, in fact. But please, Discord," she said, already turning to leave, "do let me know when you decide to meddle in my realm? It would make my life considerably less stressful."

"Yeah, I'll try, I guess," he said, but she was already gone.

He rolled his eyes. That's what he got for having a conscience, he guessed.