Monday the 21st, 8 a.m.

She was lying on her bunk. She had been inside this cell for several hours – maybe days – now, but she still didn’t know why or how she got here. When they took her it was somewhere between 5 p.m. and 8 p.m. on Sunday. How long ago had that been exactly? She had slept twice since then, but had no way to tell the time. The lights in her cell were always shining brightly.

She was inside a small rectangular cell almost like a cabin on a ship. Inside was the bunk she was currently lying on at one of the long sides. Opposite of it was a small bay with a futuristic combination of shower, drinking fountain and toilet.

Everything inside this room – even the bed she was lying on – had the same silvery color and was made out of hard metal. The only exception was something on one of the short walls. The black thing was some kind of magic board that her captors had used to show her moving pictures while they had forced her to masturbate. The voice had called it a ‘monitor’.

She had tried to teleport out of there, but it hadn’t worked. She hadn’t known why, until she noticed a small mirror in her shower-toilet-hybrid. Then she had seen it. There was a strange metal thing strapped to her horn. It even had her name engraved on its base “Celestia #003”.

* * *

She again went over her memory about her abduction. Maybe she had missed something? She had big problems to sort her thoughts. Everything was so fuzzy and barely made sense. Did she even remember everything in the right order? Her thoughts jumped from point to point without any clear line.

She had been walking along a corridor inside Canterlot Castle. She had been on her way to Luna’s bedchambers. The sisters always met before their change of shifts to talk about what happened during the day while Luna slept.

But then everything changed. Something bad had happened. Luna had been screaming! She had been fighting! Celestia immediately had changed her slow trot to a fast gallop, but when she reached her sister, she already had been unconscious. Why hadn’t she teleported herself to be there quicker?

* * *

When Celestia arrived at the doors she still could hear her sister screaming, but there weren’t any fighting noises. Instead there was a bright green light that shone around and between the doors from the inside. At first Celestia thought it was powerful changeling magic, but later she identified it wasn’t the right color.

She immediately blasted her way through the doors with her magic. There was no time to lose opening them normally. When she reached Luna she was lying on the floor unconscious, but still heavily breathing. Celestia couldn’t see anypony else in the room. She was alone with her sister and the green light.

After only fractions of a second of thinking she reached out with her hoof to touch Luna. To her shock it passed right through her. Then she noticed that her sister was slightly transparent and fading more and more all the time. Only then was her mind clear enough to scream for her guards, but before they arrived Luna was completely gone.

Celestia just could see the first guard chasing through the big doors when she felt pain. There was a pressure coming from the inside of her skull. It increased steadily and felt like her brain was about to be squashed and her head about to explode and then she couldn’t remember more. The next thing on her memory was being inside this room.

* * *

Celestia still was unable to make any sense of anything. She felt like going crazy. Whenever she was awake she had been rambling inside her head. Her thoughts were everywhere, but mostly with her sister. Her abductors had taken Luna first, maybe it was an accident they even took Celestia?

Before she could start her train of thought again from the beginning, she was interrupted. An unnatural voice spoke to her. It had spoken to her several times since she got abducted and even though she was the highest ruler of Equestria she always had to follow the words. She didn’t even have a chance to disobey.

“The female will place its right front leg in the opening provided.”

Like several times before a small hole just the size of her hoof had opened up in the wall next to her showering bay. Each time they had made her stick her hoof into that hole, she had been injected with some kind of drug. The drug always made her extremely aroused and then they forced her to masturbate while watching some of her subjects having sex on that ‘monitor’ thing.

She got slowly up from her bed and moved towards the hole. She was reluctant – she didn’t like touching herself while she was sure someone was watching her – but she had no chance to not follow the commands. If she tried, her body would have just moved on its own like before.

After she inserted her hoof a few inches, the hole closed down on her canon. Then a moment later she felt a familiar prick while something got injected into her bloodstream.

Even before her leg was free again she had another familiar feeling. Her marehood was burning as much as if she were in heat. It also started to wink heavily. She was so aroused she already was about to walk back to her bunk to start masturbating on her own, but this time the command she got was different.

“The female will proceed to the next chamber. It will stand in the middle of it and will not move.”

Celestia was confused about what chamber the voice spoke about at first – her state of arousal didn’t make thinking easier – but then a door opened opposite of her ‘monitor’. The new opening was so smooth it looked like it always had been there and the wall had only been in her imagination, but the bruises on her shoulder from running full force against it before proofed its existence.

After walking through the door she couldn’t see anything. There just wasn’t anything to see. The room she was now in was as brightly lit and made out of the same material as her cell, but completely barren. It was round and about fifteen feet in diameter. The walls were smooth without a crease, even the door she came through had closed right behind her without a sign that there ever even was a door.

As instructed she walked right into the center of this rotunda and stopped moving. The moment she stood she lost control of her muscles. When she tried to lift a hoof or look around her, her body simply denied it. She was now – again – fully at the will of her captors.

Only a moment later she could hear a faint whirring sound behind her before something cold and wet was sprayed onto her still burning and winking marehood. Instead of cooling her down, this viscous liquid quickly made her burning even hotter.

She was now so aroused she almost couldn’t make a coherent thought. Everything around her barely made it into her mind turning her surroundings into nothing more than a blur. The other whirring sounds around her were meaningless to her stunned mind until something touched the arching emptiness of her marehood.

The cold thing felt like a tiny metal pen that moved very slowly and tentatively into her. The small size and the boring movement of it was the most unsatisfying feeling the princess in artificial heat ever had experienced, but it was something that finally touched her. And so her pleasure drunk mind – at this point completely led by her instincts of need – couldn’t hold back a deep moan.

Somewhere inside her mind she knew she was being watched and she felt like a whore for giving in to the stimulations – she was the glorified leader of Equestria after all – but this tiny sensation was just too overwhelming. She never had needed something back there so much.

After the small pen had slid into her about 20 inches it stopped. There wasn’t any more motion and so there wasn’t any more satisfaction – as small as that had been. She couldn’t even sway her generous rump to give back a bit of the movement. As the pen was quickly heated by her desires the last sensation was soon lost in her deep void of lust.

A moment after her overwhelmed mind had forgotten something was inside her, a second metal pen touched her wet lips. This one entered her as unsatisfying as the first one, but it was quicker at doing so. Just as before it quickly lost its coldness inside Celestia’s depths and the sensations were gone.

Another two sticks got inserted into the princess’ needy slit before anything else happened. Every insertion was as boring to her as the two before and not a single need of her was met, even though with four sticks inside of her she now finally could feel it even over the horrid throbbing of her induced mega heat – teasing her only more.

Celestia was about to lose her thoughts about the pens again when suddenly all four sticks sent a small ripple through her nethers. Then they moved. They didn’t move like they should have. They didn’t move out of her or further in, they moved away from each other. The four pens inside Celestia slowly opened up her royal flower.

At first Celestia’s dazzled mind liked this new sensation. The sticks reached the diameter of a small dildo, then a young stallion – she again was moaning throatily. The sticks didn’t stop though. They expanded further. They reached a adult stallion, a large one and then it started to hurt her.

The sticks moved slower and slower outwards – intent to not induce any damages to her tender flesh, but even through her extreme need Celestia only could feel pain as they finally stopped at a diameter of over four inches. She was bigger than most ponies, but it still hurt her – a lot.

While the princess was whimpering softly, a new perpetrator moved towards her. It was another metallic arm like the ones the sticks were attached to, but instead of a stick this one had a long needle attached to its end.

Celestia was still unable to move a single muscle and didn’t even suspect what would be next for her. The new arm moved right into her forcibly gaping hole where it stood for a moment. Then the needle struck into the wall of her marehood – close to her cervix. She let loose a pained and surprised scream as she finally had to notice the new arm. Then it injected something new into her.

As the liquid rushed into her, her pain seemed to disappeared, but instead of her marehood being numbed – like it would have been from an anesthetic – she still could feel everything happening inside of her. The only difference was that everything that should have hurt her now gave her great pleasure.

She hadn’t even notice the syringe-arm leaving her when the four sticks holding her open gave a new ripple. They again moved away from each other. This time they weren’t as gentle as before and moved much quicker, but thanks to the injection she just had, her marehood didn’t tear, instead it just stretched beyond what should be possible. All while the intense pain she should have felt got turned into bliss.

The last conscious bit of Celestia’s mind – not yet overwhelmed by the absurd pleasure – knew her delicate marehood should have ripped by now, but it hadn’t and it didn’t. Instead the delight she experienced only grew and grew.

Through the woes of her by now nearly constant orgasms she didn’t even notice when the movement had stopped. At this moment she was just standing inside the room shaking and screaming in pleasure – her marehood stretched further than she ever had thought possible. She still was forced by the voice not to move, but not even that command could stop her body from thrashing in orgasm after orgasm.

After a short while she slowly calmed down as her vagina accommodated to her new forced upon size and the pleasure-turned-pain died down to a small background noise. As this happened Celestia was finally able to listen to the quieter sensations her body sent her. Even though she had had several orgasms by now and her thighs were completely soaked by her juices, she was still heavily aroused. Her throat was sore by now from the near constant screaming.

For some reason there was a slight current of air going through the room. It came right from behind her and softly caressed and tickled the stretched lips of her marehood and her tender insides. She also felt a single drop of her warm fluids that had escaped her thighs and was now slowly running down the canon of her left hind leg – almost reaching her hoof.

Then there was movement in the room again. Celestia still was unable to look back, but now a new arm moved towards her still separated labia. On the end of this new arm was a big egg-shaped object. It almost looked like a hoofball made out of metal. Along its sides were four creases that made it also look a bit like a closed flower bud.

This arm slowly moved towards Celestia’s warm and puffy lips. As soon as it touched her it made her shudder again. It didn’t slow down on contact though, it just kept going, even though it was still wider than she already was stretched open.

Celestia moaned again like before – she already was close to another orgasm. The increased girth of this egg pressing into her gave her more and more pleasure and it hadn’t even passed the widest point yet.

Before it was halfway into the princess the four sticks holding her open previously moved again, this time they moved out of her though. Her marehood was now only stuffed by that metal hoofball. It stretched her so far, the hugging of her labia was almost airtight.

When the biggest part passed her lips everything went black. She didn’t pass out, but her orgasm was so strong she only could see stars.

Instead of moving further – relieving the stress of her entrance – the egg stopped leaving its widest part just fractions of an inch behind her lips – just far enough inside her that it wouldn’t be able to pop out on its own.

The next moment the petals of the egg slowly opened, sending Celestia finally away. She didn’t fall but just stood there unconscious – her mind shut down. The machines molesting her were unminding and still proceeded without a change in pace.

* * *

Celestia woke up a while later. She was lying on the cold floor of her cell. She didn’t feel any pain, but she just didn’t feel right. It was like her marehood was sore, but still it wasn’t. The strange feeling went all the way up into her womb.

She tentatively moved one of her hooves towards her entrance to check on it. It felt strange, it was way bigger then it should have been. She immediately got up to look at herself in the tiny mirror inside her shower booth, but while she shakily got to her legs she felt something else that was off about her. She felt heavier.

Looking at the mirror she saw her marehood was bigger than it had been before and it was slightly gaping. She tried to clench down with all her might, but it didn’t close completely. She couldn’t see anything else that was different about her and was confused why she had felt so much weight while she got up, but then there was a small vibration inside her.

At first Celestia couldn’t point out where it came from, but as she traced her belly with her right front hoof she pinpointed the source. It came right out of her womb!

It felt like something was moving inside of her. Expanding. It felt like something was about to completely cover the walls of her womb, all while it was still vibrating and getting bigger.

Before anything could be seen through her skin, something else happened: The monitor turned on again. On it was her sister – Luna.

Author's Note

I’m really sorry this chapter took so long to be finished.
I won't be able to return to the old weekly rhythm for new chapters, but I hope the next chapters will be here quicker than this one.