Twilight Sparkle brushes past her two motionless and useless unicorn guards as she hurries back into her cold crystalline castle. Why does everyone in Ponyville have to be so infuriating? All she wanted was a normal date and maybe some normal romance and maybe even some perfectly normal cock, but no! She's a princess, and that means she can't have anything normal!

Her tail is twitching and her legs are jittering as she mounts the stairs. Why can't those ponies understand that she's a pony – princess or not, she still has needs! And spring has been sprung for a long time now! She's been in heat for weeks already without a drop of relief, but now that she's royal, nopony dares to touch her. It's infuriating! They never seemed to have any problems with her before!

She makes it to her room and slams the door behind her. Spike isn't there. Right, he'll be with Rarity as long as she's in heat, of course. Not that she'd ever let the little guy have any, but he always sticks around her, 'just in case'. At least it removes the temptation for Twilight. She isn't sure she can hold herself back even from him.

Is she not attractive anymore? Has she gotten fat? Old? Ugly? She still looks the same in the mirror, but maybe she's a biased judge.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall,” she intones the spell, “rate how hot I am.”

A whirling of cosmic wind sounds from the mirror's rim, dark whinnies from the nameless outer abyss. Then a voice comes, hollow and ethereal: “A solid eight or nine, maybe even nine point five if you'd put a little effort into your mane or wear something nice. Definitely no lower than a seven, even on a bad day.” The winds shriek again, and the mirror's spell vanishes.

So, no, she's as good-looking as ever. In fact, the last time she asked the mirror, it hadn't mentioned anything about a nine point five, so being an alicorn princess must have improved things a little.

Then why is it so hard just to get a nice warm cock inside her? It's the damn crown, she knows. Even when she's not wearing it, everypony still sees it there, and every stallion is scared stiff of it. Well, scared not stiff, actually. Oh how she wishes for a nice stiff one!

She flops onto the bed and growls at her bedroom ceiling.

There are toys in her bedside table, of course. They don't satisfy, though, not even momentarily. Using those will just get her more worked up. Why does life have to be so infuriating?

A knock comes at her door. A heavy repeated rapping.

“WHAT?” she screams, slamming her hooves into her bed and making the chandelier above rattle from her volume.

“Princess?” a gruff voice says from just outside the door. “Permission to enter?”

Ugh. One of the new royal guards her brother and Princess Celestia insisted upon. All they ever did was stand around! They might as well be statues. She didn't recognize his voice because she was fairly sure she'd never heard any of them speak before. Maybe she should have told her brother to pick out the most talkative ones for her... if any of them are talkative at all.

She opens the door from her bed with a careless flick of magic and sighs. “Come in.”

Not one but two of them enter. They're both dark grey unicorn guards – the same two she passed by on her way inside. They close the door behind them with a tandem glowing from their horns.

Twilight stares at them. They've never done anything so interesting in their whole time here.

“Permission to speak freely, Your Highness?” one asks. His voice is slightly different than the one who spoke outside the door, though they're otherwise identical.

She rolls her eyes and waves a hoof dismissively at them. “Granted.”

A long moment of silence passes as the two guards glance back and forth at each other. Evidently, they haven't decided ahead of time which one of them will do the talking.

“Um, Princess... We have noticed...” one of them finally begins, “that Your Highness may have been somewhat ... er...”

“Out of sorts lately,” the other one finishes. “We have come to ask if there is any service we can provide you – anything at all – to assist you in this matter.”

Twilight snorts. “Ha! Not likely. All you guys are good for is decoration and keeping the paparazzi at bay.” She rolls back and forth on the bed, her tail twitching again. “Not that I'm not grateful for that, by the way, but still.”

“Princess, we are sworn to serve you in any way you require.”

That stops her squirming. She sits up a little on the bed, propping herself up, and she looks at them anew. “Anything, you say?”

Both of them nod and salute.

She grins. “Seriously, anything at all?”

“Yes, Princess. We have both been fully trained by Princess Cadance in the sensual arts.”

Her eyes go wide. She hadn't expected them to be so blunt. Rising from the bed, she drops onto the floor as regally as such a thing can be done. She walks slowly over to the two of them, watching for some reaction, but of course they stoically stand stock still, staring straight ahead. Some little part of her is already beginning to enjoy this. As she voluptuously paces in a small circle around them, her half-lidded eyes feast on them.

Their bodies are thick and muscular under that golden armor. The only movement is the slow rise and fall of their great thick chests. It makes their grey fur ripple and shimmer slightly. Grooming standards are definitely being kept, judging from their glossy coats ... or had they anticipated this and primped themselves up just for today? Their armor does look a bit shinier than usual.

Twilight completes her circle and stops in front of them. Her body is still sideways to theirs, her long legs stretched out in a half-intentional display. “I think to begin with, I need to do a troop inspection. Remove your armor.”

“Yes, Princess,” they say in unison. Both of them reach up and lift their helmets from their heads, letting their striped white manes pull free and fall into a more natural state.

Already, they look less like castle ornaments and more like ponies. Big male ponies. Twilight's tail rises slightly, and she feels an all-too-familiar warmth underneath it ... but this time, that warmth is going to bring satisfaction, not frustration.

Their horns glow, and underneath their bellies, two buckles snap loose, almost simultaneously. Their girth straps swing free and their magic lifts the bulk of their armor free, pulling it up over their backs.

Her tail rises more, and she turns to face them, lest she give them an unseemly view. She can feel her mare parts twitching, and a little warm trickle runs down one leg. Keeping her arousal secret might not be possible for much longer. They can probably already smell her.

Each of them carefully steps out of his golden shoes, and finally, she's not looking at two pointless guards anymore, she's looking at two handsome stallions ... who are prepared to do anything she asks.

This time, when she paces around them, she goes even slower, and she stays much closer. Close enough to feel the warmth from their heavily muscled bodies. Her eyes linger on their thick necks, the sleek and shallow curve of their backs, their big round haunches. She licks her lips when she glances down into the smooth curve of an underbelly, offering her just the slightest glimpse of a wide sheath, but she resists the urge to lower her head and get a better look.

Continuing around them, she curves behind their backs. Their eyes don't follow her. They stay fixed straight ahead.

Since there's no chance of them seeing now, Twilight dips her head down. The view takes her breath away. Their tails are trimmed high and they don't hide anything at all. Beneath and between the powerful curves of their ass cheeks, she spots two enormous sets of balls. Their round orbs are perfectly smooth and a slightly darker grey than their coats. They seem oversized, as if swollen with cum for her. She feels another twitch under her tail, telling her that this is what will satisfy those cravings – this is what her body wants!

“Very good, very good,” Twilight says as she comes around in front of them again, “but I'll need to do a full inspection.” She smiles sweetly, devious thoughts swirling in her head. “Lie down on your backs, both of you.”

They comply with so little hesitation it startles her, making her wings fluff out. By the time she regains her composure, they're both flopped over on their backs, forelegs curled over their chests and hind legs outstretched away from her.

Twilight Sparkle lets out a slow, hot breath. Goddess, they are magnificent.

She steps forward, letting her hips swing, letting it be a saunter for the couple steps it takes her to get in between the two of them.

They must be getting a perfect view of her underbelly and little teats, but they both stare steadfastly up at the ceiling. If they're catching glimpses in their peripheral vision, they're not reacting to it.

Twilight, however, is thoroughly enjoying her view. Over the little hills of their bellies, she sees their two sheaths. No longer soft and shy, they are bulging. She can see the delicious smooth head of one's cock just barely inside. He's not indecent in front of royalty yet, not technically. The other one is. His tip is poking distinctly out, twitching slightly as he struggles to keep it from growing any further. She takes one more step. Their heavy round balls are on full display, and they look even bigger from this angle, each precious orb almost as wide as one of her hooves.

She licks her lips.

They remain motionless and patient.

“Hmm...” Twilight muses, “yes, I think you two will do. You'll do perfectly.” She takes a few slow steps forward, making sure to give them time to catch a glimpse under her tail as she passes. Her scent must be wafting right over them.

Their sheaths are bulging rhythmically, but they're still holding themselves in. Their restraint truly is admirable.

But restraint isn't what Twilight wants. She looks over her shoulder at them, almost hiding her face behind the supple curve of her ass. “Yes, yes I think I will require your services.” She's warming up to the role of Needy Princess now, having fun playing with her authority. But the fire inside her won't allow for any more delays. It's pulsing through her with every beat of her heart, a pounding need that shoots from between her back legs to deep inside her belly. “I have a command for you. Both of you.”

Both of them jump to their hooves, standing at attention behind her. Over her shoulder, she can see them standing perfectly still... or trying to at least. The one on the left is trembling slightly.

“Satisfy your princess.”

Finally free to show their appreciation of her taunting ass, both of them drop their meat, their cocks slipping free and falling down like twin waterfalls beneath them until they both hang and twitch at full length.

Twilight can't even breathe, staring at them, but her body responds all on its own. Her back arches and her butt sticks out. Her tail rises and her neglected pussy winks over and over again, dribbling hot honey all over her thighs.

They rush up to her, and she can barely keep her front legs from collapsing and leaving her splayed for plowing... But they don't mount her. Instead, they halt just behind her.

Before she can wonder what's going on, two muzzles are squeezing together between her cheeks, spreading her burning need wide. Tongues, heavenly tongues touch her exactly where she wants to be touched, spreading her wet heat back into her and all around her entrance. It's incredible, but it's not what she needs it won't leave her truly satisfied.

She needs their cum inside her. Nothing else will satisfy her, and she needs it now! “No!” she gasps. “Fill me up, as much as you can, as fast as you can!”

Miraculously, they don't need any further encouragement. A firm, hot chest lands on top of her rump and hooves grasp her flanks.

“Yes!” Her body has never felt so open, so ready, so empty.

Powerful hips press forward and a hot, thick cock surges into her. The warmth of it explodes inside her – it feels like her whole body is full of it, and yet more and more of it comes. It keeps slipping inside, piling satisfaction upon satisfaction. The stream of warm passion inside her boils with the new-found heat, and that full warmth touches every inch of her. And still more is coming, sliding over her slick skin in an endless rush.

The stallion's thighs press against her ass cheeks, and he makes one final push, pressing just one more precious smidge into her.

It's too much. She loses control and her front legs give out. Her chest and face smash into the plush carpet and press into it hard as he continues pushing against her deepest need. Her pussy twitches madly against his unmovable shaft, sending rivulets of her juices trailing down her underbelly toward her chest. Her back legs would probably give out, too, if it weren't for that hard cock holding her up through the middle. It felt like all her bones were turned to jelly, and if not for that stiff center of stallion inside her, she'd melt into a puddle of giddy pleasure.

He's panting slightly, and his cock is twitching. It's expanding, growing thicker at the end and even a little longer inside her. “Are you ready, Princess? I know it's soon, but you said you wanted it as quickly as possible.” His voice is strained and low, as if he's holding up a heavy load.

She can only reply with a wordless, desperate moan.

Thankfully, he has no trouble understanding that. His whole body jolts and a thick pulse travels down the length of his cock, stretching her inner skin even wider as it travels down into her. A flood of hot cum pours from where his tip presses against the entrance of her womb, and it flows directly into her innermost need, quenching her fires in warm bliss.

It keeps coming and coming, pulse after pulse twitching through him into her. She can feel the pressure as the wide flare of his cock stops it from escaping and forces all of it into her. She can feel the bulge travel down his shaft as each warm spurt makes its way inside. She can feel his round balls clenching again and again as they're pressed against her ass.

He doesn't pull out, not until every last ounce of him is spent. The sopping wet shaft pulls out of her slowly and softly, caressing her on the inside as it departs. Finally, he pulls entirely out of her, swinging free with a little warm dribble between her legs.

The moment he dismounts, the other guard is on top of her. He thrusts himself into her quickly, so quickly she hardly notices the absence of the first, as if the first had gotten a second wind and rammed right back into her. They weren't kidding about being trained, were they? This one gives a few quick, firm thrusts, each one flowering pleasure out inside her as he works up to his own climax.

The wait isn't long.

Twilight cries out as the second stallion empties himself into her. She can feel the hot jets of sticky cum pulsing deep inside her body. Goddess, this one's even more prolific! His syrupy seed gushes inside, and her body screams sweet satisfaction. She's clenching around his shaft, squeezing every drop out of him. Every pulse of her burning pussy brings her closer to...

She screams, loud and unabashedly as an explosive orgasm shoots through her, twinkling like fireworks in the night as it spreads across her entire body from the newly-soaked depths of her womb to the lolling, dripping tip of her tongue just above the carpet. Her belly convulses in great heaves, and her pussy gushes a wave of cum around his shaft, unable to hold another drop.

He keeps cumming.

Twilight can only shudder and jitter in place as his load continues to flow into her, forcing a warm, thick stream to dribble out over the stretched and twitching lips of her pussy. That's it. It can't possibly get any better than this.

The guard dismounts, letting loose a wave of sticky white cum that flows down Twilight's legs. Just as quickly, the first guard is on top of her again. His tip caresses her entrance, and then it plunges deep.

Her eyes go wide as he starts thrusting, filling the room with wet squishy sounds and filling her beyond any fullness she's ever felt before. Most of her mind is focused entirely on the thick, meaty shaft pushing in and out of her, on the light tap of full-as-ever balls against her winking clit. But a strange little part of her is already composing a thank-you letter to Cadance for training them so well.

A third load of cum floods her insides, and she moans softly into the wet carpet. This time, she isn't surprised when the second guard immediately takes his place, stretching her sated pussy around his girth and pressing deep.

Again and again they go, always resting up as the other works his magic inside her. Again and again she bursts into shuddering orgasms, lying in a growing puddle of their cum and her drool.

She keeps them going until her pussy is sore, until she thinks she's going to pass out from the orgasms. She's drenched in sweat and soaked with their cum, inside and out. Her belly is twitching constantly now, all the little explosions inside her blurring into a single one that lasts forever.

The one on top of her begins to unload himself into her yet again. He's slowly pulling out as he cums, sliding himself out a little with every spurt. This time, no cum is forced out of her as the fresh batch gushes in. This time, the gaping emptiness left by his cock as it pulls free is filled with his cream. It's a whole new world of fullness. “Thank you, Cadance,” Twilight says softly to herself.

They switch yet again. Is this the first one or the second one now? How many times have they filled her? She's lost track. He's about to push himself into her.

“No!” she cries out.

They both freeze.

“I'm...” She pants heavily, trembling where she lies on the floor. “I'm full.”

The two guards instantly form up at attention in front of her and nod. “We're glad to be of service,” the one with the softened, retreating cock says. “And we will happy to be of assistance any time you need us in the future.”

Twilight looks at the other guard. His cock is at full attention as well, hard as can be and slapping occasionally against his belly. It's still dripping with a combination of both guards' cum as well as her own juices. He had been fully ready to give her yet another round. They really have done a fantastic job, satisfying her heat like she'd never been satisfied before. She couldn't leave him that way. A benevolent princess would never treat her guard so cruelly.

“You.” Twilight looked him in the eyes, standing up. With her every movement, thick rivulets of fresh cum leaked from her pussy and slowly slid down her legs and over her teats. “I need one last dose to be fully satisfied, but... in another place.” She opened her mouth wide, keeping eye contact as she laid out her tongue, inviting him in, then licking it across her lips as she closed them. “I need to taste it.”

He knows what to do, of course. He's well trained. Sitting down with his legs splayed, he leans back and puts his glistening cock on full display.

Twilight keeps eye contact with him as she slowly closes the distance, swaying her wet hips as she goes, all the way until her lips touch the crown of his cock. She opens them slightly, allowing only a tiny bit of him into her mouth, letting the warmth of her lips soak into him, then she looks back up at him with her eyes wide and full of all the adoration her newly satisfied body makes her feel.

The way he groans and rolls his eyes back up into his head gives her a different kind of satisfaction.

Her mouth slowly wanders down the smooth and firm upper part of his shaft, kissing and licking as it goes. As she passes his medial ring and moves down to the softer and veiny lower half, she switches to dragging her tongue across the slick surface. She reaches the base and probes her tongue around the rim of his sheath as she reaches up and begins stroking his shaft with a hoof.

When she moves down to nuzzling his balls, dragging her open mouth and nose across the huge orbs, she stares up into his face, her eyes begging him for his cum as her hoof keeps working at him above. After a few moments of that, she works her way back up to his tip, and then finally gives him what he must so desperately want: she wraps her lips around his tip and lets him slip inside.

She can't see his eyes anymore, but his low groan tells her all she needs to know.

But she isn't done yet. They aren't the only ones who've learned a thing or two from Cadance. Well, she hasn't quite studied with Cadance directly, but she's learned from Shining Armor, who learned it in turn from Cadance.

Twilight bobs her head up and down on him, slurping all over him with her tongue. Each time she goes down, she goes down a little further, and his thick, warm shaft pushes a little deeper. She forces herself to swallow, and it goes deeper still, stretching her throat as she plunges herself down on him. All the while, one of her hooves caresses and fondles his balls, encouraging his flow.

Still, though, she's no expert. By the time her lips wrap around his medial ring, she's gagging and choking on his flare.

But that's all it takes. She feels him swelling inside her throat and feels the first wave of cum spewing out deep inside, straight into her belly. As he keeps twitching, she pulls herself off of him. She really does want to taste it. The next spurt fills her mouth completely, but there's much more. She pulls him out of her and grabs his cock with her hooves, pointing it at her open mouth and holding her already-white tongue out for more.

He doesn't disappoint. Thick lines of cum drape themselves across her face and shoot into her throat. They're so warm and sticky! Only now does Twilight feel entirely full, as if she couldn't possibly take any more.

And yet more comes. She swallows desperately, but it's hard to keep her mouth empty under the deluge. How can they possibly produce so much?

Finally, though, his orgasm tapers off. She wraps her lips around his tip and sucks hard, making sure to get the last few dribbles inside her. When she pulls her lips free with a pop, they're both panting and staring at each other.

She smiles magnanimously. “You are dismissed.” She means it to be a royal and dignified gesture, despite the gobs of white sticking to her fur, but her eyelids are drooping and she's wavering. She stumbles toward her bed, but she doesn't quite make it before collapsing into a mercifully clean patch of carpet.

A pleasantly cool magical glow surrounds her and lifts her onto the bed, spreading a blanket over her. “Sleep well, my Princess,” a guard says. She's not sure which one.

Sleep is smothering her, but she manages to say one last thing. “Stay with me.”

As she closes her eyes for the night, she feels the warm bodies of the two guards nestling up next to her on either side, and she feels yet another kind of satisfaction.

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