Corn Dogs, Donuts and Sunny D
Princess Celestia came to. She was blindfolded, bound by her legs and wings, and a talisman on her horn blocked her magic. She sat upon a cold wooden bench, but that was all she knew about where she was.
Celestia tried to remember what happened, but it was all very vague and unclear-- all she remembered was working in her office, looking over a bill she was about to veto, then a guard yelling something from outside her office door, when suddenly, something struck her from behind, and it all went black. It was still black through her blindfold, but she was awake now.
The blindfold was slipped off her head. Before her stood Captain Flash Sentry, along with what looked like close to twenty other guards standing at attention against the opposite wall behind him.
“My subjects... what is this?”, Celestia said in her most deadpan patronizing voice, devoid of concern for her current predicament. The guards looked at each other and gulped. Flash kept them quiet and alert, and looked back down at her with a smug grin.
“Well, Princess... Luna has retaken what's rightfully hers, and she has given you to us as her first gift for choosing to join her,” he said with smug confidence.
“But... why? You have all only been faithful and loyal to me, and have I not been good to you?” said Celestia, some hurt and confusion showing on her face before schooling her expression back into a smirk. She'd been in worse situations, and wasn't losing her cool just like that.
“Uh...Yes, our mighty fallen Princess. We have served you well, but... well, your time is over, as the sun and moon rise and fall, your rule is setting. Now as Luna shines, it is your turn to serve us!” he said with a slight quiver in his lip.
Flash nodded to the guards, which cued them to get to action. They nervously approached Celestia and began to pull off her large gold peytral, hoof shoes and, finally, the crown off of her head. They then grabbed a razor, and she yelled in protest as all of her ethereal hair, with a sizzle and crackle, was shorn off of her head and tail, losing its fiery glow and sparkle as it was cut from her body and fell upon the floor.
“Okay NOW you've gone too far. How am I going to explain this to my subjects? I have a delegation at seven! Wait!”
Perched helplessly on her bench, the soldiers pulled some ropes, and her bound rear legs splayed out sideways and her hairless tail dock was tied and raised up and over, fully exposing her dark genitals and anus between her pillowy butt-cheeks.
The guards walked back to the wall and waited.
Flash Sentry walked around her in a circle, eying her hungrily.
He brought his head to her nethers, breathing against it, taking in the scent and warmth of it. He brought out his tongue and began to lap at her folds, and taste the tang of her juices as they began to flow, despite Celestia's own unwillingness. He wiggled his tongue eagerly up and down as strings of slimy arousal trailed to his soaked muzzle. Folds of soft pink inner vaginal flesh stretched and creased. He suckled on the bulbous reddened clit as the princess writhed in overstimulated agony. She did not want to be pleased by this creep, but here she was, stretched helplessly before him.
To Celestia's shame, after several agonizing minutes of this torment she squirted a little, it landed clear and wet across Flash's face, and he caught some of it on his tongue, which he held happily out to save for what he planned next.
He brought his freshly lubricated tongue deep towards the base of the clit and lapped upwards, all the way up across the perineum and over the donut of her sphincter, then drove his tongue in, pushing hard past her tight muscle and worming about inside her rectum. Celestia's reluctant moaning became a weird growl of disgust, feeling a strange depraved pleasure from having her backside serviced in such a way.
Panting from exhaustion, Celestia hardly noticed when he quietly stopped and walked around to her face. She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her, before bringing his lips against hers and taking her into a sloppy kiss. She didn't contribute effort herself to the kiss, but she didn't bother resisting. She could taste her own unpleasant flavors on his lips and tongue.
“I just wanted to do that so you'd remember our first kiss.” he said after drawing his mouth away with a wet slurp.
Sentry walked around to Celestia's other end again. He licked her sphincter one more time and said, “Good to have you nice and lubed up.” Flash reared up and teased his rock-hard cock flare against her butthole. He rubbed the bulbous tip around it before pressing it against the center. With a little force, he began to force his way into her exit. She moaned as inch by inch, he jammed further and further inward, lubed only a little by his spit, although, being over a thousand years old and having centuries of kinky experience, it wasn't as much of a stretch as it could have been.
Once in, he awkwardly gyrated and pumped in and out of her rectum, shaking and thrashing her. Celestia made weird guttural noises. He bent close and bit into her neck, holding on tightly. He soon came, and felt his cum pool around him in the tight space around his tightly packed weiner.
Flash moaned into her ear, but suddenly stopped, and pushed himself up.
“Oh hey, you're late....” he said towards the entranceway.
Celestia looked up, and saw a second guard pony, now a prince pony, approach them. She looked upon him in relief.
“It's about time, Shining Armor. Train running late? Send these traitors away! When my sister finds out what they've done to me she'll have their testicles on a shish kebab!” Celestia declared.
Shining Armor's expression didn't change from its malicious grin.
“Sorry, Princess. New captains can take a while to really “know the ropes”, he said, looking humorously at Flash Sentry and taking the ropes that bound her in his hooves. He tightened her bonds, pulling them so much that her back popped a little. She moaned under the strain.
Shining Armor took in Celestia's gorgeous form, her elegant curves, those lithe, slender limbs, her impossibly smooth skin, her snow white coat, He trembled as he contemplated what he wanted to do this divine body.
“But Shining.... I trusted you...” Celestia said, sounding hurt.
Shining shook his head a bit before remembering his line. “Oh Princess.... You're so beautiful when defeated.”
“I'm not defeated, you-- mmpphh!”
Shining Armor kissed her, but she bit him on the lip. He drew back, and wiped the blood off on his hoof, and grinned at her wickedly. He looked at Flash and winked. His hoof smacked Celestia in the left eye, and she almost went unconscious again as stars filled her vision.
“If you bite down one more time, we're knocking out your teeth.” He looked at Flash, whose hooves had gone up over his mouth. Shining chuckled.
A ring gag was placed over her head. Shining Armor laughed and stuck his mouth against hers, his tongue dancing, wrestling with hers inside her helplessly open maw. He backed away and spit a loogie into her mouth. She gagged as it sat on her tongue, but there it had to stay. Shining Armor reared up, and hung his cock, barely beginning to rise out of its sheath, against her face. She didn't move. Shining began to bump it against her face tauntingly.
“Lick it, Princess. Lick it like it's a delicious corn-dog.” he ordered.
The Princess glared at him, but reluctantly, her tongue reached out and licked at the base. The cock slid further from its sheath and rose rigidly above her. He held it against her face, moving up and down as she licked across the length of it, drooling out of her open mouth as she did. He lubed himself up more with his spit, letting it ooze from his mouth and drizzled it over it, making it slick and wet, mixing with Celestia's spit. He let his tip dangle over the edge, and let her tongue dabble with it before gradually pushing it in. He pulled back out, and moaned as the feeling of her wet, drooling mouth, and his own loogie, made a warm, lubricated entrance inviting him in.
He leaned over and rested a hoof between her bound wings, and pushed hard, driving it in to the hilt.
Her throat felt amazing. Celestia struggled to keep breathing through her nose through the intense physical strain. Shining Armor nearly passed out from the ecstasy. He felt himself burning, and slowed his motion, pulling out and easing back in, but he was nearing too close, and quickly jammed back into the hilt as he reached climax and unloaded deep into her throat. Celestia’s throat tightened and pressed around him further as she reflexively struggled to swallow it all.
Celestia sputtered, coughed and gasped violently when he pulled back out with a wet slurp, and wiped his wet cock off on her face. The other guard ponies stood and could only watch, sporting rock hard erections but unable to masturbate to the sight unless Shining gave them permission.
Shining Armor reared back down as Celestia finished coughing and regained her breath. He faced the guard ponies.
“At ease, colts.”
“Permission to mount a frontal and rear offensive with the Princess, Captain?” one of them asked.
“Permission granted.” he said.
Shining Armor stepped aside, and looked at the line of his underlings who had now formed a line behind him.
The next few minutes were a blur of flesh and heat and strain for Princess Celestia. As soon as the first white pegasus guard reared up in front of her, all she saw was a wall of crotch, all she felt was the burning of her body being strained, chaffed and stretched with friction and fluids. All she tasted was sweat, skin and precum. That is until they started to climax, one by one, and she felt the ooze of warmth fill her insides.
Celestia had lived for thousands of years, and knew all of her subjects. Another pony's mind would have broken, would have lost count, but Celestia did not lost count. She knew of each one that defiled her. All twenty-four of her close guard had their turn, but it did not end at all there, as one finished in her vagina or anus, he moved to her mouth to be cleaned, and many soldiers got back in line for another go. This went on for two hours, and as it wore on, the soldiers became more and more depraved in their rape, slapping her with their cocks, ejaculating across her face and eyes, and just using her mouth to clean off their filthy cocks after finishing in her anus. She was so covered in cum she was unrecognizable, her holes inflamed and red beneath a goopy layer of semen.
A few minutes later, and the guards had each had a chance at all three of her holes, and had switched in between without any washing, making the residual taste in her mouth even worse. They thankfully took off her ring-gag, she soon became compliant enough to not need one, offering her mouth to them like a good little slut any time a cock was hung in front of her. A soldier currently battered her anus, and over the normal sounds of her gang rape, she could hear them talking with each other about what they planned to try next.
Apparently they wanted to see how many of them could fit in one hole together. Before she could begin to contemplate on this, another guard squeezed in behind her, pressing into her anus alongside the one already inside her. She couldn’t believe the fiery pain in her rectum. “Mee too” said another guard, and, with barely another loogie for lubricant, he forced his way in, to the annoyance of the other two. Celesita screamed as he rammed in against the pressure of two other cocks in her ever gaping rectum. Celestia felt like she was tearing in two. She breathed in short, loud hisses. The three guards made odd noises too, it was painful for them as well.
Soon, she felt the dribble of three loads empty into her anus, and felt herself retract into a gaping, stretched hole that might never fully close again as they unceremoniously pulled out, shuffling against each other clumsily.
The three soldiers whispered to each other, then chuckled, and walked over to her as she sagged sprawled on the bench, just breathing to stay conscious.
“Open, Princess.”
Their cocks were off color and streaked with dark stain, and smelled exactly like where they had just come from.
“Wash our cocks, Princess.”
Celestia, having no other choice, closed her eyes and offered her mouth.
The three filthy cocks shuffled, and crammed into her mouth. She and she worked her tongue around them, slurping every inch of them and licking off all the foulness they had picked up and swallowing it.
The soldiers seemed bored with normal sexual outlet now, and wanted to find some other weird way to play with her while they had her.
A first soldier pressed his sweaty crotch against her face, and her mouth opened, tongue hanging out, and began to lick and press her mouth against the crevices around his grimy nether region. His cock began to unsheathe and hung out limply, flopping over her face. He let it flop there, and lazily slapped it against her face a few times while she slurped and tongued at the underside of his balls. The soldier moaned and squenched in ecstasy, and slowly turned himself around and anxiously lifting his tail, biting his lip in anticipation.
She continued to lick and suckle his skin, trailing up his grimy perineum and not stopping until she reached the wrinkled pucker of his anus, it was grainy, oily and tasted of sweat, funk and traces of what anuses are known for. Her tongue passed over it, and with a slight hesitation, went back around and circled around the rim of it. But before her tongue could eagerly move on, He pressed himself against her, forcing her face deep between his cheeks so her nostrils could barely get any air. She was pressed firm against the bottom of his sweaty tail dock.
“I need you to clean a little deeper, princess. Could you get inside and wriggle around a little? I may have missed a spot when I wiped.” he snickered.
Celestia placed her mouth mouth centered around his chocolate starfish and forced her tongue to slip down the center of the sphincter, and, with a terrible strain on her every muscle, craned her neck and forced her tongue past it, tasting deeper, funkier, greasier sensation of his rectum, she was afraid of what the sour, musky flavor she was tasting was and didn't try to think about it as she writhed her pinched, strained tongue inside his clenched anus, feeling every greasy rivulet of his inner walls wriggle around her.
Eventually, the guard pulled his ass away, and just as Celestia gasped for breath, he turned around and came directly across her face, causing her to inhale cum and cough violently.
As soon as this guard walked away satisfied, Another guard, a white pegasus, so turned on by the display, immediately turned about face and spread his buttcheeks in front of her, displaying his sweaty rectum for her expectantly.
With a scowl, she waited as the excited guard pressed his sphincter right in her face and she got to work.
The rest of the guards waited patiently in line and she served all of them in this fashion, she thought she would have to wear her neck in a brace after this experience, and she felt like she now knew what it must feel like to be toilet paper. She thankfully hadn't dealt with any full outright scat, but after tonguing twenty-four of her guards' buttholes in a row she could easily ascertain what it must taste like. Fortunately she couldn't really taste anymore, being unable to feel much of anything up past her neck from the physical strain by the time it was over.
“Wather--” she gasped. “Pleathe... I need a dthrink...” Celestia rasped, her mouth almost too dry and sore to speak.
“Don't worry, my Princess, there will be plenty to drink in a little while. But first, come, guards, it's time to celebrate our new night for Luna!”
The soldiers shuffled out of the room and the lights dimmed, Celestia sat there alone panting on the bench.
***
At the party in the barracks main room, the guards found a full bar and cider barrels, and commenced to raucous partying and drinking. Some did cider barrel stands, others cider bonged and various other drinking games were played. The hors d'oeuvres selection was lacking, and the beverages were strong but not refreshing, and it wasn't long until guards realized something was wrong with the facilities. The doors to the bathrooms were locked. Some went further down the hall to find another restroom. Locked too. Guards banged on the door in frustration and heard no reply.
“Hey Bootlick, what's going on with the bathrooms? Who's locked themselves in?
“I don't know Clean Latrine, I think Shining Armor said they're all out of comission for some reason.”
“What? Why? This is ridiculous, I gotta pee like a racehorse! What do we do?”
I dunno, but I'm about done with this party, why are the only hors d'oeuvres at this party asparagus, curry and brussel sprouts, and the only drinks hard alcohol, coffee and energy drinks? I'm getting seriously dehydrated here!
***
Celestia wasn't sure if it was only a few minutes or several hours, but after a time in the dark quiet room she heard some ponies returning. It was Shining Armor, Flash Sentry and a company of four other guards.
Ignoring her at first, they quietly set to work operating on... the plumbing in the stallion's restroom adjacent to the locker room.
“Wha-- What are you doing in there? She rasped through her parched mouth, all she could taste or smell was the residue of stallion asshole.
Princess Celestia watched as they began to perform the bizarre maintenance work to the room. The soldiers were uninstalling a large trough urinal, breaking the bolts fastening it to the wall. With a metallic groan they pulled it away from the wall, and with a screeching scrape they dragged it across the floor towards the middle of the room. The drain pipe, still attaching it, pulled away from its hole in the wall with a cracking and grinding noise. A large monkey wrench twisted, and the pipe was disconnected. The whole pipe was taken off, and only a hole was left at the bottom end of the trough urinal where the drain used to be.
“What are y-- wai--” she rasped.
Two guards approached her, holding a soft rubber seal, and restraining her, forced the seal around her face. It fit very snugly. They prompted her up, and lead her behind the renovated urinal, and her head was taken and forced through the hole. She now could see only metal in front of her, but could feel her mouth open and exposed to the foul smelling bottom of the community urinal for the entire guard regiment. She just sat there and waited in increasing unsureness. She heard Flash talking to the guards.
***
It wasn't long until a whole group of guards, hopping from leg to leg, pressing one hoof to their crotch were standing around, and found themselves marching down the main hall, desperate to find a working bathroom.
Finally running down the main hall they found themselves stopped by Shining, standing astutely in the middle of the hall staring smugly at them.
“Sorry about the bathroom situation, boys, we're having some problems with the plumbing, but there's just one facility left open, follow me.” he said happily.
The entire party herd followed anxiously behind him.
Celestia could hear the strain and anxiety of the soldiers as they returned and knew she was in trouble. Shining Armor led the guards back in, and took them standing at the entranceway, to take in the sight. Twenty-four guards were now waiting at the entranceway, hopping up and down, most balancing on three or even two legs as they desperately held their crotches. They paused in reverie and disbelief to see their princess before them awaiting them.
“Everyone queue up! Your Princess is thirsty!” Shining said.
***
Celestia felt the world tremble from the stampeding stallions towards her and felt the whole trough strain above her, the loud clattering of twenty four guard ponies rear up and rest their hooves against the back wall of the urinal was like thunder in her ears. First, came the beginning euphoric sighs of relief from dozens of pent-up stallions. Then immediately after came the liquid metallic patter of dozens of streams of piss hitting the back wall of the urinal, and the sound of a wash of liquid flowing towards one place. The lowest point in the basin, her waiting, ring-gagged mouth. Her whole body wrenched as a torrent of dark yellow piss from twenty poorly fed, dehydrated ponies splashed like a waterfall across her lips and down her tongue. She gagged and sputtered and coughed, panicking, but soon strained to stop and clench her throat shut, feeling like her head was on fire as she strained to concentrate on breathing through her nose.
Her mouth quickly filled to the brim, and though she kept the back of her mouth where it entered her throat clenched, piss was pooling up and flooding the whole urinal trough very fast, and she felt it rise in the basin, covering the exposed edges of her mouth until even her nostrils began to submerge. The soldiers watched in glee as her dainty white mouth, clenched ingloriously open, disappeared below a dark, hazy, yellowish-orange tide of stallion pee. A humiliating small gurgle was heard as a few bubbles glubbed through it and ceased. Celestia wondered about her immortality, and just how invulnerable she truly was, as she felt herself began to grow hazy from not breathing. Could she suffocate to death? What was it like? Would it be better than her only other option in her current predicament? Should she just drown there in the piss, or would that fate be even more humiliating than what she would have to do to survive? Just before she lost all consciousness, her body, as a final ditch for survival, involuntarily forced her to give in, and take her first gulp. Gradually, as she drank and drank desperately, the foul waters sank and drained from the backed up urinal, the water line sinking in rhythmic steps as the princess' mouth gulped down the frothy filth.
The combined piss of all the stallions was dark, yellow-orange and surfaced with light foamy suds around the edges. It was dark, sour and bitter tasting, and was warm and thicker than water as it passed down her throat with each chug. Her mind felt like it was leaving her body as she felt her ego sink lower than the literal toilet she had become for her guard ponies.
The soldiers watched in silent awe as her mouth, once regally white, now stained dark orange, surfaced above the piss again. First came her nostrils, which bubbled and burst through the water and blew like a breaching whale for air, and loudly hissed with breath until her lips came back out, gurgling and sucking enough of the wretched liquid down to take a ragged gasp for air. Some soldiers were still pissing nearly a minute and a half later, and they watched through it all as her mouth filled and emptied as she swallowed all of it.
After the last trickles died down and the last soldier shook off his cock over her mouth, one walked around to her back and released the holds of her face in the urinal trough. She fell back onto her seat with an audible internal sloshing sound.
After drinking all the soldiers had put into the trough, practically the entire sum of all the consumed (and expelled) libations at the party, Celestia was a wretched sight. Her stomach bulged out immensely like she was pregnant with octuplets from all the urine she'd consumed. Her entire face and front of her neck and chest was stained a dark orange. She belched and sat and shook herself off, shaking droplets of urine back onto the soldiers, who backed away in disgust. With a huff and puff, she regained her breath, and as soon as she did, to her amazement, she was released from her binds and the seal on her head.
She stood back up, stomach bulged and hanging under her, but held her head high, dripping with piss, regarding her guard who had just spent the past three hours tormenting her. She bowed her head and vomited a deluge of piss back onto the floor. The guards reeled away to avoid getting splashed by it. She shook herself like a dog, dry-heaved and belched several times.
The twenty four guards, and even Shining Armor and Flash Sentry suddenly stood poised against the wall in salute, as a glimmery, gloomy light appeared in the doorway, and Princess Luna stepped into the locker room. She stopped and looked up and down at the wretched form of Celestia, who stood there and regarded her as well.
“Luna...”
“Hello, dear sister! Didst thou enjoy gobbling thy guards-ponies’ backsides!?”
