King of Ponyville

by Cocknie Thug

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Cheerilee, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Silver Spoon, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Pipsqueak
Length: 9740

A teenage colt gains forbidden power and turns Ponyville into his personal perverted playground. Horrible fetish-fuel clop. Dead dove, do not eat.

A teenage colt gains forbidden power and turns Ponyville into his personal perverted playground. Horrible fetish-fuel clop. Dead dove, do not eat.

Contains rape, bondage, watersports, rimming, incest, foalcon and other delights.

Published 2015-05-02 03:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-06-30 19:45:49 UTC

School Daze

My name is Sparkbright. I’m a colt in my senior year at Ponyville school, I’m a unicorn, and I am the sovereign ruler of all of Equestria.

Well, perhaps not all of Equestria, I’m not sure. I haven’t ventured far outside of Ponyville since these powers were granted to me. Maybe if Luna or Celestia confronted me they’d be able to neutralize my powers with ease and lock me away in a dungeon for the rest of my life. Maybe I’d win, and turn those two oversized, overfuckable pieces of rump into the dick-sucking, cum-gargling whores they truly are. I don’t know. At some point my curiosity will get the better of me and I’ll find out for certain, but for now I’m just fine with the wonderful things that Ponyville has to offer.

I won’t go in to how exactly I gained Discord’s power, how I’m able to manipulate the fabric of reality without anypony else even realising it, how I went from a dorky, unpopular teenager to a literal god. Sure, it’s not exactly a boring tale, and at one point I’d have found it downright riveting, but what’s a little ascension story compared to the epic of sybaritic pleasures that are at my disposal now?

There’s a lot that hasn’t changed. I’m still just a teenage colt. I still go to school five days a week, still go home to mom every night, still love pizza and videogames. Grown-ups say ‘hey kid, these are the best years of your life’ and y’know what, they’re not wrong. I’m gonna enjoy them while I can. Still, with the power to warp reality itself in my hooves, I’ve made a few changes. I’ll walk you through them.

I got into school this morning at 9am, skipped homeroom because I erased it, and went straight to first class: sex-ed. I’ll admit, there are a lot of sex-ed classes now that I’m Lord of Ponyville. There’s nine other students in the room, all other colts, all seniors. I sent all the underage students to Baltimare on an exchange trip. The senior fillies aren’t students any more, they’re too busy with their various ‘jobs’ to go study.

The title on the chalkboard says ‘Whores 101: Getting The Most Bang For Your Bits.’ Miss Cheerilee has already started the lesson. She’s on her table, getting triple-penetrated by a trio of construction workers. She’s on her back, laid on the belly of a huge stallion who has a dick up her ass, sandwiched between another stallion with a second dick up her ass, she’s squealing in pain around the dick of a third stallion, and her pussy is plugged up with a buzzing vibrator the size of her hoof. All three of the stallions are wearing condoms. Smart. You can’t trust a whore to stay clean.

I walk to my desk. The desk is identical to all the other students’ desks, but the chair is a little bit different. There’s not much of a ‘seat’ part to the chair, and underneath the chair is a heavy set of bondage apparatus. There’s two eighteen-year-old mares strapped into the bondage, the delightful Sweetie Belle and the delectable Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle’s face is poking through the hole at the back-end of the seat, and Apple Bloom’s face is sticking out of the front end. The two girls look up at me with sad, tired eyes, and open their mouths wide as I approach.

I sit down, my balls slipping between Apple Bloom’s lips, and my asshole pressing squarely onto Sweetie Belle’s mouth. With a thought, I turn on the vibrators strapped into their two pussies. I hear two despondent, humiliated moans, and then two tongues get to work, one working into my ass and the other lapping at my balls. I sigh from sheer pleasure.

Miss Cheerilee continues her demonstration. The pain is clear on her face. I could make it so that she enjoyed such treatment, or even make her secretly enjoy such treatment but outwardly look like she hates it, but for some reason it just turns me on so much more when she is suffering. She doesn’t even know who or what is forcing her to do these things, she just feels vaguely ‘compelled’ on account of the ‘terrible things’ that will happen if she doesn’t.

Two of the stallions fucking her swap holes, without changing condoms. Miss Cheerilee cringes as she’s proffered a cock to suck, straight from her asshole, but opens up and wraps her lips around it. She gags on the taste of rubber, cheap lube and her own ass, but sucks like a good whore. I’m glad I kept her around as my teacher.

I wiggle back in my seat and spread my butt-cheeks with my hooves, trying to get Sweetie Belle to tongue me harder. When she really tries, her tongue almost hits my prostate. The feeling of her slick tongue slurping my butthole is beyond divine, and while I’ll happily take a rimjob from any old whore, Sweetie Belle’s make me hardest.

Oh Sweetie Belle...

Before the change, I had a crush on her. I had a crush on lots of mares, but Sweetie was the only one who felt real. She was kind to everypony, and never mean to me like my other crushes were. I was tempted to make her my queen, at first. The second ruler of Ponyville, the one who would stay by my side as I taught her to enjoy all the evil pleasure that ultimate power could bring.

But there was something so much more fun in turning the nicest, sweetest pony I knew into my personal asslicker. I double the speed on her vibrator, just to feel her moans reverberate through my ass.

My cock is twitchingly hard and leaking precum, not surprising considering the bumpkin slurping my nuts while an angel eats my ass. I look around and see that the other pupils are similarly hard, all from watching Miss Cheerilee’s slutty display. It used to be that whenever I had a boner I’d try sneak off and masturbate, but I don’t do that any more. Instead, I ring a little bell on my desk.

A few seconds later, my favorite cocksucker walks into the room. Before the change, I knew this guy called Pipsqueak. I hated him. He was a smooth-talking, sarcastic little prick who thought he was clever and picked on me whenever he got a chance. All the mares flocked to him even though he was a total asshole.

I thought if he liked hanging out with fillies so much, I’d make him an honorary one. He wears ribbons in his hair, cherry-red lipstick, and cheap eyeshadow. His cock is bound up so tight that an erection only causes him agony. He’s gone from Prince Charming of Trottingham to my foreign pinto whore, and he hates every second of it.

He approaches my desk and kneels before me, looking up at me. Used to be that he’d always smirk when he looked my way. Not any more. He hasn’t smiled since I had Colgate pull all his teeth out. Not because I was afraid of him biting, just because I wanted to know what it would feel like, and because fuck Pipsqueak.

I looked down at him and ruffled his immaculately-styled mane. “You know what to do,” I told him. Without a word, he opened his maw and enveloped my dick.

Sweet Sun and Moon, I cannot begin to explain how good a blowjob feels from a mouth with no teeth. That warm, willing tongue, those tight lips, gums just caressing the sides of my shaft as he sucks like a damn vacuum cleaner... I sigh and let the three whores continue their work. My ass, balls and cock are all in heaven.

The three stallions pounding Miss Cheerilee all finish up. The first thing they do is yank the hoof-sized vibrator out of her pussy—when their pleasure ends, so does hers. They thrust a few more times to make sure all the cum spurts out into their condoms, and then pull out. I love this next part. I put my hooves on the back of Pipsqueak’s head and push him all the way down my dick, feeling him gag and struggle as my medial ring slips down his throat.

Carefully, the three stallions ease their condoms off, not spilling a drop of jizz, and dangle them above Miss Cheerilee’s face. She opens her mouth wide, and all three condoms are lowered inside. She levels her head, looks forward at the class, dead-eyed, and begins to chew. All three stallions wipe their dicks clean in her puffy pink mane as she tastes rubber, cum, and her own ass on the three condoms. She won’t stop until all the cum and ass-juices are gone, and there’s just a mess of torn-up rubber in her mouth.

That’s it for me. I pull Pipsqueak’s head upwards so that only the tip of my cock is in his mouth, and fill his maw with sperm. His cheeks bulge out but he doesn’t spill a drop. True to their whorish nature, Sweetie and Apple Bloom lick me extra-hard as I cum.

The end-of-class bell rings. I get out of my seat, thank Pipsqueak by spitting in his face, and walk out. Out of the corner of my eye I see Pipsqueak drooling my cum load into Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom’s waiting mouths. It’s nice of him, considering it’s the only food any of the three will get until the end of the school day. Maybe he’s not such a jerk after all.

I leave the room and walk past the lockers—or at least, where the lockers used to be. This new system of schooling I’ve devised doesn’t have much use for books or bags or anything like that, so I changed the lockers into a row of reverse glory-holes. There’s a hole in each locker large enough for a pony’s neck to fit through, and each locker has a mare inside, with their head sticking out into the hallway. After each class, when all the real students walk out with throbbing erections from seeing whatever teacher they have violated, they get relief from the teenage fillies in the hallway.

The reverse glory-holes are already busy. Silver Spoon, Alula, some sick fuckers even using Zippowhirl, there are dozens of fillies eagerly and not-so-eagerly slurping whatever dicks are presented to them. The most popular and pretty fillies usually have a small line in front of them, one dick in their mouth, and usually one or two impatient colts slapping their dicks on their faces.

As I walk along, I hear gagging and choking sounds. That’ll be Scootaloo. I don’t know why, but the tomboys always seem to get it worst, especially when they’ve got a ring gag in their mouths. Not only is her face and purple mane already covered in slobber and jizz, but there’s a small puddle of vomit on the floor underneath her where she’s been facefucked until she spilled her breakfast. I consider adding to the puddle—Scootaloo always got on my nerves—but a pressure in my bladder convinces me there’s somewhere more important to be.

I go straight to the bathroom. There are three urinals and a stall. Each of the urinals is built in a similar way to the lockers: a filly’s head fits through a hole in the bottom, with a watertight seal to prevent any liquid from running down their neck.

The first mare, desperately trying to swallow down a stream of clear piss from another pent-up colt, is a white-coated, yellow-maned little beauty by the name of Lemon Daze. I put her here because she messed up a blowjob last week, and let some of my jizz spill on my good shorts. I always keep one of the urinals handy as a punishment position for any filly who screws up. Even as she gulped down the last few mouthfuls of urine, another colt stepped up to soak her again.

The second filly, coughing and dry-heaving from a very dehydrated pisser, is Twist. I put her there because nopony bothers to use her for blowjobs, and I don’t like the thought of fillies shirking work. Occasionally I’ll cum in her mouth as a courtesy, but usually I just ignore her.

The third filly, is of course Diamond Tiara. If there was ever a pony more deserving of a facefull of stinking yellow piss every ten minutes than this stuck-up bitch, I don’t want to meet them.

I walked up to Diamond’s urinal, and smirked down at her. She glared daggers at me. I let some ponies think something’s not right more than others—the Element Bearers, for example, have no idea that anything is different—and Diamond Tiara I barely changed at all. She knows that I’m the unpopular, powerless dork, and I’m swaggering up to her urinal with a full bladder.

Her face is surprisingly dry, and her mane and makeup are immaculate bar the lack of her namesake Tiara, and the streaks of eyeliner that ran down her face from her own tears. As I pull my dick out, I see why she’s been left alone.

Her eyes bore into mine, full of spite and murder, and she spits out three words: “Don’t. You. Dare!”

I almost jump back despite myself. So this is why she’s dry: she’s still got enough evil in her to scare the colts away to easier targets. It won’t work on me, though, not when I know I’ve got reality-warping powers at my beck and call. And as I’ve said, I hate shirkers, so I’ll have to find a way to solve this bitch's issue.

I let my dick flop an inch from her face, and say, “Sorry, but I’ve really got to go.”

Hatred turns to fear and despair in an instant. “Wait! Don’t, please! Use Twist instead!”

I sigh and look upwards, feigning contemplation. “How about this, then? Suck my dick and take my cum on your face, and I won’t piss in your mouth.”

She looks like she’s about to dry-heave from disgust, but she mumbles an agreement and opens her mouth. I slip my half-hard cock inside and let her work. She has no skill at sucking cock. I just came a few minutes ago and I don’t really want to stay stood over a stinking urinal for an hour while I teach her the basics of fellatio, so I ring the bell and summon the bathroom attendant. Dinky Doo steps out of the stall, a pleasantly blank look on her face. She has three jobs: the first is to treat any erections that get in the way of pissing, the second is to lick the floors clean, and the third is to compensate for the fact that I spent the school toilet-paper budget on condoms. I lift my tail out the way and tell her to get to work. She dives straight in, licking my asshole as she strokes me off with her magic.

The sensation is luxurious, and Dinky’s skill makes up for Diamond’s incompetence. Before I cum, I push Dinky out of the way. I need precise aim for this part.

With my magic, I hold Diamond Tiara’s head still and pull her eyelids open as I cum. She screeches in pain as the first jet of spooge hits her squarely in the right pupil. I aim for the left, missing the pupil with one shot, and then pushing my dick so close that her eyelashes tickle my piss-hole for the next. She wails miserably as stinging, burning cum fills both her eyes, too thick to blink away, and I let the next few jets fall on her cheeks and nose.

She stops sobbing a minute later, shivering in fear when she realizes I’m still standing there, with a full bladder and a wilting cock.

“Y-you said,” she stammers. “You said y-you wouldn’t make me d-drink your... your...”

I smile down at the jizz-blinded filly. “You’re right, I did say that.” With that, I slap Dinky on the ass to send her back into her stall, and walk out of the bathroom.

I walk back into the bathroom a minute later and mosey over to Diamond Tiara. She blubbered in terror as I leaned down, and placed her tiara gently in her mane. “It just wouldn’t look right without the tiara,” I say.

“But you promised!”

I laugh. “I said I wouldn’t piss in your mouth, and I told the truth. I’m going to piss on your face!”

With that, I sigh and let loose. She squeals through tightly-closed lips as my dark-yellow urine splatters against her face, washing away the cum, dying her pretty pink coat a horrible off-orange shade. I won’t lie, I really have a taste for asparagus and energy drinks ever since the change, so my piss tastes as bad as it smells and it smells pretty terrible.

I soak her mane and ears, piss in her eyes to make her shut them, piss on her nose so she has to desperately splutter to avoid inhaling it, and keep pissing as it all runs down her coat and onto the white porcelain of the urinal. I grin as the line of the liquid starts to rise—first over her chin, then slowly up to her sealed lips, then over her lips, then high enough for the stinking, foamy mess to tickle her base of her nostrils, and as I shake the last drops out, enough to cover them completely.

She’s holding her breath, already shaking from the exertion of it. The liquid pooled around her face is a filthy mixture of my piss and cum, and now that I’ve broken her gaze and her will, more ponies will surely add to it.

“I kept my promise and didn’t piss in your mouth,” I say to her. “Now, if you want to suffocate by not drinking the gift I’ve left in your urinal, that’s entirely your choice.”

I watch as she holds out a few seconds longer, before squeaking in despair and taking a gulp of that horrible liquid. She continues to drink until she can lay her head back without more piss slipping into her mouth, and sobs. The rest of the day will be fun for her, I’m sure.

As I walk out of the room, Truffles pushes past me, a pained look on his face and a rumbling belly. He barges straight into the stall, and I laugh out loud. The pony installed in the stall is of course our former lunchlady. She’s fed us so much crap over the years, I thought it was only fair to return the favor.

By the time lunch rolls around, I’ve came twice more, though neither of them were particularly interesting. I get to the cafeteria, and mom shows up, with my lunch brought from home.

I take a seat at a table with a few of my nerdy friends—none of them have much idea what’s going on, but they like getting their dicks sucked so it’s all good—and she places the home-made mac and cheese in front of me. I kiss her on the lips.

“You know what I want, mom.”

She blushes, swallows and looks at the floor. “Darling, here? In front of all of these ponies?”

“You’re right,” I say, “It wouldn’t be fair.”

Before relief can wash over her face, I add, “Do my friends too, after you’re finished with me.”

Her smile wavers, but she still crawls under the cafeteria table, takes my cock in her mouth, and blows me as I eat my lunch.

Of course, she’s not really my mom. My real mom and dad have been flown off to some tropical resort, entirely unaware of the going ons back home. They deserve a vacation, and I’m happy to give them one.

The slut under the table right now is Milano Mash, Button Mash’s milf of a mother. I brainwashed her to think that I’m her real son. I brainwashed her to want my dick, even though she knows how wrong it is. I make her lie awake thinking about me at night, wracked with guilt and lust, until she gives into her desires and begs for her son’s dick in her ass.

Milano still thinks it’s a secret. She thinks that nopony has noticed that she french-kisses me every time she picks me up after school, or how I’ve dragged her into an alley by the tail and made her blow me behind a dumpster, or how I’ve slipped my hoof between her legs and frigged her while she made small talk with my geometry teacher. She’s convinced she’ll get caught out any day now, and that she’s an evil incestuous witch who just can’t stop touching her son no matter how much she loves him.

Fun fact: Yesterday, I made her suck off Button Mash while he played on his Joy Boy. I don’t even find incest all that hot. It was just funny.

I pull her head down as I eat the last mouthful of mac and cheese, blowing my load down her throat. I bend down to kiss her on her forehead for the blowjob—not something I do with any old whore, but she is my ‘mom’ after all—and then let her get on with sucking off every other member of my table.

As I tuck my dick back into my sheath, I decide to skip the afternoon’s classes. I mean, shop would be interesting, seeing the teacher use his metalworking skills to put mares in horrible predicament bondage, but it’s a nice day in Ponyville and I kinda wanna get out and see the sights.

Maybe I’ll get a milkshake from Sugar Cube Corner, and watch Mrs Cake and Pinkie Pie sixty-nine each other on the counter while patrons jerk off and throw tips. Maybe I’ll track down some of the other Element Bearers, they’re always funny to see. Fluttershy will be in the gentlecolts club, shaking her rump and performing deviant sexual acts for a jeering, laughing crowd. Rarity will be in an alley somewhere, giving a hobo a tongue bath. Princess Twilight will be stuck right in the middle of a changeling gang-bang.

Hmm, there’s a thought. I’ll track down Applejack and Rainbow Dash. A fucking competition will be fun, and they both get awfully competitive.

I drink my lemonade, sit back, and quietly bask in this heaven I have made for myself.

—* 8 *—

"No," said Discord, flatly.

"But Discord, you promised!" replied Twilight Sparkle.

Alicorn and draconequus glared at each other, stood as they were beside the strapped-down form of a smiling, unconscious unicorn colt.

"The answer is still no," said Discord. "I'm not telling you what I saw."

"You promised! With your powers and my analytical skills, we created the perfect system to know if a teenage applicant is mature enough to handle the responsibility of a teleportation certification. But if you won't tell me what happened inside the mental simulation, this whole thing was pointless! We just rooted around inside Sparkbright's innocent brain for no reason!"

Discord grimaced at the word 'innocent,' and shook his head. "Twilight my dear, it was anything but pointless. The mental simulation malfunctioned, but despite that, I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that this... colt, is not ready for the responsibility of teleportation certification."

Twilight huffed, checking over the wires and tubes connecting the colt to the brain monitors and intravenous drips. "You've still not explained why I can't see the data. I'm an alicorn princess, I'm entirely capable of visualizing it."

"It's not a matter of capability. I have seen it, and I rather wish I hadn't. Now, we can either fix the model and bring this colt back in again tomorrow where a less stringent test will show the exact same thing, or you can take my word, which has been gained at great cost to both my sanity and my desire to ever eat macaroni and cheese again, and tell this boy that he does not yet meet the level of maturity required. Also, you should put this boy on a watch list."

"A watch list? Why? Which one?"

"Just... All of them."

Twilight sighed. "Fine, alright. Can we at least get this thing fixed so that it works for the next subject?"

"Of course, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"If I'm going to root around in any more ponies minds, I want some gloves," said Discord. "Several hundred gloves."

Author's Note

im sorry

Shop Class

Shop Class is different now. No more ‘this is how you make a shelf over eight weeks of lessons’ crap. New shop is much less practical.

And much more fun.

All my classes at Ponyville High are for senior-year colts only now, but that doesn’t mean that the filly seniors don’t play an important part. There’s half a dozen teenage mares installed in the workshop right now. Scootaloo is bound up in a portable glory-hole, stretching her mouth a few millimeters further than a pony jaw can safely go, traces of cum still clinging to her tongue. Diamond Tiara is strapped into a sci-fi looking thing with clear plastic tubes leading to her nose, ears, mouth and sealed goggles, so that the next time she’s strapped into the urinals, she’ll be able to breathe while being utterly immersed in urine. Ruby Pinch is in some of the strictest bondage I’ve seen, hindlegs splayed out behind her and bound to the floor with steel manacles, forelegs pinned to her sides, her mane tied to a rope and pulled backwards so tight that her spine is bent at almost a ninety degree angle. Her face is wet with tears, from the strain on her back and the ludicrously powerful vibrators inside her ass and pussy, and she’s whimpering around the apple-sized ball gag in her mouth.

Those ones were just previous projects, though, kept fed and clean by student volunteers and wheeled out of the workshop for their roles between classes. The two subjects for today’s lesson are laid out on a tarp in the center of the class, on their backs in identical hogties. Cherry Fizz and Cherry Blossom, two sisters with identical pink coats and lush red manes, their mouths taped shut, their green eyes sullen and defeated. The rest of my fellow classmates leered at the pair, several already hanging out of their sheathes. Snips walked over to avail himself to Scootaloo’s glory hole. The sounds of her choking on dick matched up with the sounds of our teacher’s hooves as he trotted into the room.

“Today’s lesson is about anal sex,” said Mr Woodcock—don’t ask about the name, it was like that before I took over—as he walked to the tarp. “There are two important components to satisfying anal sex. First, if the mare is not well-trained or well-restrained, her struggles can make it difficult to keep a good rhythm. Second, anal sex makes your cock dirty, and it is highly unhygienic to walk around with a dirty cock. Today, I will demonstrate how to solve both of these issues.”

Mr Woodcock unzipped his bag of ropes and tools and began to work. He levitated a cane with his horn to discourage the fillies from moving between different ties, and undid the hogties on the younger sister, Cherry Fizz. He rolled her onto her belly, pulled her forelegs behind her back until she gasped in pain, and bound them together at the fetlock and at the elbow with ropes.

“This filly has the less developed, less impressive rump, so she’ll go on the bottom,” said Mr Woodcock. “She’ll do most of the cleaning, but her ass will also be available if needs be.” His speech was punctuated by a loud groan and gagging noises as Snips blew his load into Scootaloo’s unwilling mouth.

After re-tying Cherry Blossom in an identical fashion, Mr Woodcock struck her rump with the cane, eliciting a squeal of pain behind the tape on her mouth. “This filly has a lush, fuckable rump. I expect you all to use it for stress testing at the end of the class, so don’t spend yourself entirely,” he said, glaring at Snips.

Mr Woodcock lifted Cherry Fizz by the mane, dragging her on her hind legs to stand over her sister. He positioned them face-to-end, so Cherry Fizz’s rump was positioned over her sister’s head, and her head was over her sister’s groin. With a slap on the cutie mark, he forced Cherry Fizz down so that her body was flush against her sister’s, and their faces were mere inches away from each other’s crotches. They wriggled and struggled, but a few well-timed strokes of the cane put an end to that.

Cherry Blossom’s hind hooves were bound together behind her sister’s neck, so that Cherry Fizz’s head was trapped between her sister’s toned thighs. “The position of the other slut’s hooves will put strain on this filly when laying on her back, unless she pushes her face upwards into the pussy. Since fillies should always look to put on a show for colts and stallions, this bondage provides an added bonus of encouraging a bit of filly-on-filly,” said Mr Woodcock.

He rolled the pair over, causing the younger filly to grunt at the pain of lying on her bound forelegs, and her sister’s bound hooves digging into the back of her neck. She lifted her head to lessen the strain, but still tried to keep a whisker of separation from her sister’s slit. Walking around the fillies, he bound Cherry Fizz’s hooves over her sister’s neck, which caused no strain but kept Cherry Blossom from moving her head.

Mr Woodcock spent the next five minutes checking the ties and caning the sisters in various places to check their movement was properly restrained, and then demonstrated the exact methods of tying for the rest of the colts in the audience. While this happened, two colts used Diamond Tiara’s urinal contraption, and Snails stood over Zippowhirl’s crate and had her lick his sweaty balls clean. I found Sweetie Belle in the corner, bound up in a simple set of stocks on shopping-trolley wheels, and moved her over to the demonstration area so that she could rim me while I watched. As her tongue lapped at my asshole, Mr Woodcock began the next stage of the lesson.

“The anal sex portion is complete,” he said, “and both of their asses can be fucked at will. Hygiene, however, is still important! If these recalcitrant fillies are going to be efficient cleaners, their mouths must be kept open for use.”

He pulled a selection of gags and blockers from his bag, and went over them in detail. “A ring gag is a classic standby,” he said, pointing to a circular rubber contraption, “as Scootaloo could surely tell you.”

The class laughed at the pegasus on the gloryhole as she moaned in humiliation, her tongue still coated in Snip’s foul, thick jizz.

“However, the ring gag is unsuitable for today’s purpose. It prevents the mare from using her lips properly, and there is less space for the tongue. The same goes for fishhooks through the lips and wire, or dental dams, or spider gags,” said Mr Woodcock. He pulled out a pair of tiny metal contraptions. “These little babies are molar jacks. Allow me to demonstrate.”

He ripped the tape from Cherry Fizz’s mouth and forced the two pieces inside. She struggled, but stopped after they had been installed. We crowded around to look as Mr Woodcock’s horn shone a light inside her mouth. Both pieces of metal were propping her upper and lower back molars apart by an inch, keeping her mouth open.

“They are adjustable, but there’s not much range so it is very easy to dislocate the jaw if proper care is not taken,” he said, turning tiny gears on the side of each piece of metal. Cherry Fizz squealed as her jaw was forced open wider, her face stuck in a rictus of pain. “There are small magnetic spikes at the bottom of each jack that hurt the slut if she keeps her tongue still. This makes sure she uses her tongue effectively during cleaning, and also ensures that she keeps producing saliva. It’s important to keep these mares hydrated—water is best, but clear urine will do the trick.”

He walked around and applied the same devices to Cherry Blossom. I watched in bliss as Sweetie Belle made out with my asshole and licked up and down my taint. Soon, both sisters were restrained in a near-69, drooling uncontrollably, and moaning from discomfort. They were stripped, strapped and ready for reaming.

“The fillies are technically ready, but we’re going to go the extra mile for extra credit,” said Mr Woodcock. He pulled out two buttplugs and four binder clips. Cherry Blossom saw them out of the corner of her eye, and whimpered. “A rebellious filly will only give their best effort if they’re trying to take their mind off something else. We’re going to give them something else to take their mind off of.”

He slathered each plug in chilli paste and pushed them into the sister’s vaginas. They grunted at the violation, and then began to struggle and squeal at the heat of the chillies. “Capsaicin, found in chillies, can be absorbed through all mucous membranes, as these two are now discovering. By plugging up their pussies, it makes their intended purpose more clear.”

They outright screamed when he attached the binder clips to their teats. “These are very tight, and need to be loosened every hour to restore blood flow, so they should only be attached while the sluts are in use. When they are being stored, switch to looser clothespins.”

He backed away, and proudly displayed his creation to the class. Two sisters bound in a sick sapphic sixty-nine, prepared for an anal reaming and ass-to-mouth action, wailing in pain from the strictness of their bondage. Even I was impressed.

“Now, for the stress testing,” said Mr Woodcock. Grinning wryly, he added, “And of course, as your senior and as the workpony who built it, it’s only right I take the risk of testing it first.”

He swaggered over to Scootaloo’s glory hole, his full-grown stallion-sized dick swinging beneath him. “Always lubricate before anal sex. Saliva is a good start, but it isn’t enough,” he said, pulling out a bottle of unflavored lube. He squirted the clear gel straight into Scootaloo’s mouth, and she squealed and retched at the vile, synthetic taste. It only took a moment for Mr Woodcock to line up with the hole and ram his cock inside. With a few thrusts he battered past her tonsils, the mixture of tongue action, throatfucking, and desperate spluttering coating his dick quite nicely. After screwing her face for a minute he pulled out, leaving her to heave and whine. His dick dripped throat-slop and lube onto the floor as he walked over to the sisters.

Cherry Blossom groaned in pain as the cock pressed against her rosebud, and simply sobbed as it penetrated her. Mr Woodcock revelled in the warmth of her tight filly asshole and began to screw her. His thrusts put strain on their bound legs and on their nipple teats. Between their pained cries and Sweetie Belle’s tongue inside my ass, my dick was drooling precum.

Mr Woodcock seemed almost angry as he fucked the older sister, ramming her so hard that his hips cracked against her ass and biting her neck and shoulders. Her squeals turned to dull grunts turned to odd hiccups as a dick went far further in her ass than any dick should go. Her head went limp and she drooled, open-mouthed, onto her sister’s pussy.

With a shout, Mr Woodcock came. He didn’t stop thrusting as he climaxed, pouring seed both deep in her ass and close enough to the anus to leave it slick for the next ‘tester.’ As he pulled out, sperm dripped off his dick and onto Cherry Fizz’s face. He lined up his cock with the younger sister’s open maw.

“Eat a dick, bitch.”

Cherry Fizz gagged and thrashed as she sucked Mr Woodcock’s filthy penis, milking out the last drops of sperm and cleaning away the streaks of lube and dirt. Her sister wailed as the thrashing pulled at the clips on her teats, her gaping asshole contracting uncontrollably as seed spilled out. Mr Woodcock thrust inside over and over, loving the feeling of the whore’s tongue rubbing his shaft, her tonsils bumping against his cocktip, his sweaty, smelly balls mashing against her nostrils.

He kept screwing her face long after he was clean, until her eyes were gummed shut by the amount of spit and slop that had dribbled from her mouth. He only withdrew when his cock was too sensitive to continue. As he walked away, cum seeped out of Cherry Blossom’s ass and dripped into Cherry Fizz’s waiting mouth.

“The bondage held up nicely, as you all can see,” said Mr Woodcock. “I invite you all to take a turn now. After class they will be displayed in the school reception for general use by students and guests, so have a go now before their holes are too sloppy.”

I looked at Rumble and nodded, and we both stepped forward for the first round, my ass separating from Sweetie Belle’s tongue with a *schlep* sound. Mr Woodcock took my place, and had his ass eaten by a mare the third of his age while his dick retreated into his sheath.

I stuck my cock straight in, reveling in the warmth and slickness of Cherry Blossom’s well-fucked asshole around me. She had no time to squeal, as Rumble forced his thick cock into her mouth to lubricate it. He quickly lined up with Cherry Fizz’s even-tighter asshole and began to rape her. She just sobbed. I jiggled all four of the teat-clips with telekinesis, and Rumble and I let out a simultaneous moan as their asses tightened from the pain.

We fucked their mouths before we came, because they made very interesting noises and faces when we forced our filth-covered dicks into their mouths, especially Cherry Blossom who evidently didn’t expect much of that treatment. It had the added advantage of keeping our dicks nice and slick. By the time Rumble and I finished, making out with each other as we did, they were in outright hysterics. They cleaned cum, shit, and the tiniest trace of blood off our dicks for the last time, and we let others take our place.

It was an hour before everyone had finished, and they were a mess. Their faces were almost unrecognisable between the strain of the bondage and the sheer volume of cum and saliva that covered them. Their pussies were bright pink and inflamed from the additives on the plugs, their bodies spasmed in pain from the bondage, and sperm flowed out of Cherry Blossom’s gaping ass and onto her little sister’s face. They hadn’t cried for a while now, the only sounds they made were coughs and hiccups.

I sat on Zippowhirl’s face and wiped sweat from my brow as she lapped at my balls. A few pairs of colts were ready for a second round with the two Cherries, and the rest were entertaining themselves with the other displays. Half the class had used Diamond Tiara now, who burbled under her piss-mask as Rumble availed himself to her cunt. Mr Woodcock was using Sweetie Belle again, this time from behind—I think he had almost as much of a crush on her as I did—while she rimmed Shady Daze. Snips and Snails were railing Scootaloo from either end, and she was putting up one hay of a fuss, she’s bad enough when you just use her mouth but she goes outright crazy if you fuck her pussy, doesn’t like it one bit. I think she might be a lesbian or some shit.

I thought about taking another go with the Cherries, or maybe bringing Pipsqueak in to make him lick their holes clean, but I decided to give it a pass. History class was next, and I kinda wanted to go. We were doing a history of brothels, with live re-enactments.

Royal Diplomacy

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.