The White Dove

Celestia hadn’t been ready for this.

She winced, her ears splaying back as another Yak warrior sailed through the air, thrown by one of his compatriots, only to crash loudly on a food laden table. Pieces of cooked meat, potatoes and liquor exploded everywhere, causing a ripple of violence in the ranks of the surrounding barbarians. Celestia watched in frozen stupor as the yaks began to brawl, upending tables and throwing chairs, bellowing war cries that echoed around the huge tent. She would have been surprised, but after about a dozen altercations since she had arrived and sent her carriage home, she was starting to expect it.

At least she was seated a safe distance away from the fighting, sharing the Prince’s table in front of his throne. Celestia shot Rutherford a careful glance, the young monarch seeming to enjoy the brutal ruckus. He even started to laugh when a whole section of the enormous royal pavilion collapsed, burying the fighters under the heavy tarp that protected the assembly from the outside cold. Aids rushed to fix the supporting poles before the canvas caught fire, the many blazing pyres strewn around giving the tent a stuffy atmosphere. He turned from the chaos and caught Celestia’s eyes, smiling when he saw her unease.

“What is matter?” He boomed with his harsh, savage voice, leaning towards Celestia. “Pony Princess don’t like Yak feast?” His eyes, almost hidden behind a curtain of coarse dreadlocks, twinkled with amusement. “Pony scared?”

Celestia quirked an eyebrow, her gaze never wavering. “It would take a lot more to scare me.” She answered confidently. She then leaned forward as well, bringing her delicate muzzle inches from the Yak’s large nose. “Would you like me to show you how hard an alicorn can punch?”

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, Celestia doing her best not to show her hesitations. She was starting to think she really would have to deck the prince in the snout, wondering if it would be polite to break his jaw, when Rutherford threw his head back, barking a deep, booming laugh. He swung his fist onto the table, muscles rippling under his thick-furred coat, the resounding *bang* making the whole assembly stop to look at them. Then the chaos resumed once more.

“Pony Princess brave, just like Yak woman.” Rutherford exclaimed loudly, slapping his thigh with a big grin. His closest friends, seated at the same table, rumbled in agreement. The Yak generals, all seven of them, eyed Celestia with a strange intensity, almost with hunger. Celestia felt butterflies in her belly but she didn’t show her fear, choosing instead to take a sip of the strong Yak liquor. It was surprisingly tasty, even if it burned like Tartarus on the way down. “Pony Princess will make good bride!”

“*PFFFT*”

Celestia choked on her fiery drink, spitting it all over the prince. Thankfully Rutherford didn’t seem to mind, the Prince chuckling as the liquid dripped down his bare chest. The only thing he was wearing was a gold hemmed loincloth, while Celestia had been gifted with a beautiful airy dress she would have enjoyed very much… if the fabric wasn’t almost see-through. The prince watched with unabashed interest as Celestia’s breasts bounced under the flimsy cloth while she coughed and sputtered, her pink areolas clearly visible.

“Bri… *Cough* Bride?” Celestia wheezed, her eyes tearing up from the alcohol going into her nose. She readjusted the headband she had been made to wear, keeping her flowing multicolored hair back. “What is this nonsense?”

“Pony Princess wants peace between Yaks and Ponies.” Rutherford crossed his powerful arms in front of his barrel chest, his fur still dripping with liquor and spit. “Pony Princess give Prince heirs, make two kingdoms allies.” He snorted, looking down at Celestia’s shocked face. “That is the Yak way.”

“You can’t be serious!” Celestia’s wings bristled, horn sparkling, her face flushing with anger. “How can you possibly think I would agree to…”

“Pony disagrees?” Rutherford narrowed his eyes.

“YES!” She exclaimed. “I’m sure we can negotiate…”

“No negotiation!” The prince bellowed, suddenly standing up, looming over Celestia. “Pony Princess insults Yaks with refusal!” Rutherford raised a fist in the air, shouting to the assembly. “YAKS GO TO WAR!”

The huge tent erupted with savage cries, bloodlust and savage happiness, thirst for pillaging obvious in the warriors’ expressions. Rutherford’s friends shot to their hooves, the generals already shouting orders to mobilize their respective armies to march on Equestria, the thundering sound of thousands of soldiers scrambling to get their equipment already echoing around the camp. Lost in the midst of all this chaos, Celestia fluttered like a dove trapped in a cage. Her ears fell back as she heard the warriors begin to chant, their song promising destruction and suffering.

Her mind flashed to an image, a premonition maybe. She saw her sister standing in the midst of a bloody battlefield littered with Yak bodies, her sparkling blue mane slowly becoming darker, while a sinister laugh escaped from her fanged maw. Celestia shook her head, refusing to let this future come to pass. She did not care if her vision was prophetic, or a simple daydream born from her fears, she could not take the chance. She thought about her options. Either she stopped the Yaks herself, sullying her hands with blood, or… She sighed. There really was only one acceptable way out of this.

“Stop.”

Celestia didn’t raise her voice, but her order was heard above the ruckus nonetheless. The Yaks froze instantly, their head whipping around to look at the pony whose voice carried such power. The princess was still sitting, her hands intertwined before her, staring at Rutherford’s smug face. The Prince seemed like the only one unimpressed by Celestia’s presence. On the contrary, he seemed very pleased by her capacity to sway his armies.

“I will do it.” Celestia declared, her voice laden with cold anger.

“Pony will stay here to bear Yak children?” Rutherford asked, smiling down at her.

“Yes.” She grated. “But only for a time.”

The prince narrowed his eyes, unhappy by her stipulation. He thought for a few moments, then declared, “Pony will stay for twenty years.”

“No.” Celestia slowly stood up, her wings unfurling at her side. “I will stay for five years, no more.”

“Too little!” Rutherford barked, looming over the smaller alicorn. “Fifteen years!”

“Five.” Celestia said with finality, crossing her arms over her chest. She didn’t realize her action put more emphasis on her generous breasts, her nipples pushing against the fabric, but Rutherford certainly noticed. “Do not mistake my kindness for weakness Rutherford, this is my final offer.” Celestia narrowed her eyes, her horn sparkling. “Do not test my resolve.”

Rutherford’s gaze ran over her body, appraising her. She certainly was worth a thousand battles, even if he could only have her for a limited time. He weighted his options, thinking about having her as a bride against the war he craved so much, and he made his choice. Turning towards his warriors, he slammed his fist against his chest.

“Pony Princess is bride, no war!” He huffed when a groan of disappointment filled the tent, then turned towards his prize, his expression stern. “You will bear many offspring for Prince, as many as you can.” He suddenly grabbed Celestia’s hips, then he roughly brought her closer to him, pressing her body to his. “Prince will enjoy Pony Princess every hour, every day, until Pony forgets about leaving.”

“We will see about that.” Celestia said confidently, ignoring the flutters in her stomach. At least she could take solace in the fact that alicorns were notoriously difficult to impregnate: it had taken years for Shining Armor and Cadance despite their best efforts.

“Pony Princess is strong willed.” Rutherford rumbled, nodding his head. “Good. Perfect bride for Prince.”

She could feel his manhood stirring under his loincloth, pressing against her thighs. She shivered as his hand squeezed her ample rear, slipping under her dress. Of course she hadn’t been given any underwear, so she had no protection when his fingers brushed against her most sacred parts, nor when his hardening length rose between her thighs. She felt his cock press against her nethers, only separated by his loincloth and her flimsy dress. It would be so easy for him to push the fabric away, to take her right there, in front of his watching subjects. Instead he snorted, gave her rump one last squeeze, then he turned away. He walked ponderously towards his throne, letting himself fall on the ornamented chair with a deep exhale.

He then clapped his hands three times, before bellowing, “Begin wedding ceremony!”

Celestia watched in confusion as the prince got comfortable on his throne, his scepter standing tall and proud under his loincloth. She wondered if she had to do something specific, her mind going over the little information they had on Yak culture, but she had no idea what a Yak wedding was like. Her musings were cut short when the table next to her was suddenly thrown away, the contents clattering on the ground messily. Celestia jumped to the side instinctually, then watched warily as Rutherford’s friends began to approach her, naked hunger in their gazes.

“What are you doing?” Celestia glanced between group of huge Yak bulls and the Prince. “Rutherford, what…”

“Royal ceremony.” Rutherford said simply, his hands crossed over his chest in a relaxed gesture. “When Prince finds bride, he must share with friends on wedding night.” He nodded to his generals. “They will test bed skills.”

“You can’t be serious…” Celestia begun, only to be interrupted when the first Yak warrior roughly grabbed her arm and tried to throw her to the ground. Acting on instincts born of a lifetime of assassination attempts, she went with the motion, twirled on her hooves, took hold of the general’s arm and pulled. In a matter of seconds the Huge Yak warrior was shouting in pain on the ground, his arm twisted at odd angles, every one of his joints, from his shoulder to his fingers, dislocated and bent. Celestia brought a hand over her mouth, her lips forming an O of surprise, her eyes wide. “Oops…”

Rutherford howled in laughter, hitting the arm rest of his throne in his euphoria. “Pony is definetly worthy bride!” He barked, still laughing raucously. He pointed to his downed friend, the Yak general hissing in pain as he held his useless arm. “Shameful display, you go!” The yak grumbled, but obeyed nonetheless, retreating towards the mouth of the tent under the jeers of the soldiers.

“Sorry I broke your friend.” Celestia said matter-of-factly, like it was a common occurrence for her, hiding how terrible she felt for harming another living being. She hoped she could intimidate the generals enough for them to leave her be, but her actions only seemed to excite them even more. She gulped when she saw their cocks strain under their loincloths, all of them watching her with unmistakable lust. She almost smacked her forehead. Of course a warrior society would find a strong female attractive, she had just proven how desirable she was as a mate. “Ponyfeathers…” She mumbled.

“No matter, have more friends.” Rutherford chuckled, swiping tears of laughter from his cheeks. He then leaned forward, smiling wide. “Ceremony can proceed.”

The remaining yaks were instantly rushing her, their eyes shining with anticipation. Celestia steeled herself as the first of them reached for her and it took all of her will to stop herself from breaking his arm as the yak roughly grabbed one of her breasts. She shivered as the top of her dress was yanked aside, her generous tits revealed for all to see. There was an instant of hesitation as the assembly stared at her, then the yaks all howled in appreciation. The generals shoved each other without restraint as they fought for the right to have her first, throwing punches and locking horns. Before long it seemed they had found a pecking order, the strongest of the bunch pushing his compatriots aside as he loomed over Celestia.

The solar Princess inhaled sharply as he reached under his loincloth, his other hand grasping her bare breasts. His calloused hands kneaded her soft voluptuous tit, unable to contain it all in his palm, but Celestia attention was focused on his manhood as it emerged from his underwear. The analytical part of Celestia’s mind noted that the Yak’s cock was very similar to a pony’s, with a long shaft and a large flared head. On the other hand she was screaming internally at his size. It was much bigger than any pony lover she had taken in her long life, the glans wide and glistening with arousal. As she stared at it the yak squeezed her tit, grunting. His tip flared impossibly wide, a burst of arousals spurting from his jutting cock-hole before dripping on the underside of his veiny shaft. Losing patience, the yak grabbed the top of her head, then pushed down, none too gently.

Celestia resisted for a few seconds, but a warning growl from behind her made her reconsider, Rutherford apparently eager for the ceremony to start. Closing her eyes in resignation, Celestia allowed herself to be brought down, kneeling before the horny bull. When she opened her eyes she was confronted with the yak’s glistening cock, just inches from her muzzle. She inhaled sharply, unwittingly filling her nose with the yak’s virile musk. She was surprised to find that the smell wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as she would have thought, the heady scent devoid of any sour odors. At least they are clean, she thought darkly. The yak grunted, his hand pulling on her head forcefully, his intentions obvious. Celestia sighed, then complied.

The yak general groaned in happiness as Celestia pressed her royal lips on his glans, the idea of having the ruler of the sun giving him head almost as pleasurable as her actual ministrations. He tried to shove his hips forward, but she stopped him by putting her hands on his hips, shooting him a dark glare. Her slender fingers gripped him with surprising force, his pelvic bones groaning under the strain. The message was clear: if she was going to do this, she would do it in her own terms. The yak gulped heavily, then nodded, releasing her head. Satisfied, Celestia focused on her task, her mouth opening wider. She wanted to finish this as quickly as possible. Thankfully, she was far from inexperienced.

Celestia’s tongue danced on the yak’s tip, teasing his opening, licking the contours of his flare. She knew all the right spots to hit, all the right ways to stimulate this equine-like rod. He moaned and released more precum, filling her mouth with the taste of a virile male. She tried to ignore it as best she could, only thinking about finishing him off as fast as she could. She started to bob her head, her lips straining to envelop the large flare entirely. Idly she heard the tent go back to its usual chaotic ambiance, the yaks apparently used to this kind of debauchery. They ate, fought and drank, all the while enjoying the spectacle of an Equestrian Princess sucking on their general’s cock. It was mortifying, but she had already decided it was a price she was willing to pay. For peace.

Gently, she brought one of her hands to the underside of his cock, caressing it. His shaft jerked at her soft touch, hardening even more. Her hand travelled all the way to the base of his flare, her hands tracing every vein and bump, then it began the journey back. All the while she continued to suck on his glans, her lips sealed around his flare. He was leaking more and more, Celestia having to swallow his musky precum regularly. Humming softly she reached for his testicles, pausing momentarily in surprise as she felt how big and heavy they were. Curious despite herself, she hefted the overfilled orbs, felling his seed churning inside. She felt him shudder, his tip flaring, his breath becoming short. She quirked an eyebrow, surprised at how fast he was approaching his orgasm, then shot him a haughty glance.

The yak growled as she gazed at him with a look that screamed “Already? That was fast.” He wanted nothing more than to grab the insolent little pony by her horn, to hump into her mouth, to shove his cock down her throat. But before he could do anything Celestia squeezed his balls warningly, making him squirm. He clenched his fists, holding his brutal sex drives back, afraid of what the alicorn could do to his family jewels. Soon enough he felt his balls rumble and he didn’t care about what Celestia was doing, as long as she kept on sucking on his cock.

Celestia felt his heavy sack constrict in her grasp, her hands barely able to take one of his orbs in its entirety. She could feel his seed being packed tight, ready to be released. Smirking, she slathered his glans with her tongue, making his flare bulge out obscenely, then she stopped. As soon as his flare had gone down she shoved her head forward, taking his whole cock-head inside her mouth. The yak moaned loudly above her, his whole length jerking powerfully, his flare mushrooming out of control inside her mouth. His balls suddenly jumped in her grasp, his sperm bursting from the overstuffed orbs, eager to fill her mouth. Celestia kept of fondling his spasming nutsack while her other hand grasped his shaft, pumping down its length. She felt the rush of seed surging through his cock, she waited until it was almost to his flare, gave him the illusion she would allow him to spill his spunk into her mouth and...

She suddenly threw her head back, his enormous flare popping out of her mouth with an obscene *slurp*. He cried out in surprise then grunted as his cum burst forth, egged on by Celestia’s pumping and ball fondling. The solar princess carefully caught all his spurts with her magic, her eyes widening as she realized how thick it was. She kept milking his orgasm just to be sure she had exhausted him fully, her telekinetic field collecting his spunk in one big gelatinous mass. The yak’s hips jerked weakly as he fired one last jet of cum into her waiting magic, then he stumbled back, dazed.

Celestia watched the glob of thick seed bubbling in her aura, frowning. If this was what yak semen looked like, she could say goodbye to any chance of escaping pregnancy, even with her alicorn biology. Disgusted, she threw the lumpy mass of cum away, letting it splash somewhere in the audience. She heard someone shout in disgust, but she didn’t have the time to enjoy her minor vengeance, the other generals already converging on her. They were whipping their cocks out from under their loincloths, some of them already dripping with precum. Celestia clenched her jaw, readying herself for what came next.

In a matter of seconds her mouth was filled with an even bigger cock than the first, the flare too big for her to spit it out. She gurgled in protest as the yak took her head between his hands and started to hump into her muzzle, and she was soon overwhelmed as two other yaks shoved their cocks into her hands, demanding her attention. Silently begging for this to be over soon, she started to pump her hands, her soft fingers running over the two brutal cocks in an effort to get them off quickly. Meanwhile the warrior in her mouth began to thrust his hips into her muzzle, trying to sink his meat deeper down her maw. She resisted, using her tongue to try and satisfy the uncaring beast, clenching her jaw to keep him at bay. She was too busy sucking and pumping her hands to notice when someone came up from behind her, so she didn’t have time to react when a pair of coarse and powerful hands grabbed her sides.

She mumbled in surprise as her ass was suddenly lifted up, her front still held in place by the yak humping her muzzle. She stumbled when her hooves hit the floor, bent over like a whore presenting herself, but a firm pair of hands took hold of her hips, steadying her. Celestia’s eyes widened when she felt something warm and huge land between her buttocks, a sticky liquid dripping on the small of her back, staining her pretty dress. She felt the yak draw back, his length travelling over her rump for what felt like forever, until his flared tip was brushing against her anus. He then pressed his cock into her puckered star, his hands spreading her buttocks apart. She tried to shout, to tell him to stop, but the yak in her mouth took the opportunity to shove his cock down her throat, right at the same as the yak behind her rammed his length into her ass.

Celestia gurgled in pain and outrage, her hands clenching with barely suppressed rage, to the great pleasure of the yaks she was beating off. The manhood in her backdoor remained still, enjoying her tight confines as her walls rippled, giving her time to accommodate the intruder. The one in her throat on the other hand had no such qualms, the yak starting to thrust into her muzzle without restraint. Celestia tried to bite down, but her jaw was stretched too wide to put any strength into it, her horn useless as the yak used it as leverage to hold her head steady as he fucked her face. She was about to let go of the two cocks in her hands to teach this insolent yak a lesson, when the general behind her slowly withdrew his length… only to violently shove it back inside.

The solar princess saw stars dance before her eyes, her legs buckling under her. For a few instants she was suspended in mid air, held aloft by the huge poles spit-roasting her, until she scrambled to regain her footing. She felt the yak behind her start to withdraw once more, so she planted her hooves on the ground and held the cocks in her hands tightly, using them as leverage. The second thrust was as brutal as the first, but at least she didn’t lose her balance this time. The yak balls deep in her ass seemed to enjoy her steadiness, as he grunted in approval and slapped her rump, making her ample rump jiggle. Celestia grumbled around her mouthful of cock, furious about the way these barbarians were using her. But, as much as she wished to transform them into a pile of mush and broken bones, she would endure. For Equestria. For the yaks themselves. For her sister. Snorting, she arched her back, relaxed her throat, and pumped her hands harder.

The four barbarians kept on ravishing her body, Celestia losing any semblance of time as she was taken from all sides. She perked up when the yak thrusting into her throat lost his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic and misaligned. Looking up, Celestia saw his face contorted with pleasure, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He would not last very much longer. Taking a deep breath in his next withdraw, she started to swallow around his cock when he rammed it back inside. She heard his squeal in a most peculiar way, the sound unbecoming for suck a burly and savage creature, it was almost comical. The yak’s grip on her horn tightened, his flare growing at an alarming rate, completely crushing her airways. She heard a few of the spectators cheer and she wondered how much his cock was distending her throat, to be visible from that far away. She then felt the underside of his shaft bulge out, his hips humping into her muzzle one last time.

If the first yak had surprised her with his production, it was nothing compared to the specimen currently lodged deep into her gullet. His cock gushed like a hose, spraying his thick spunk directly into her stomach. She groaned in discomfort as she felt his warmth spread in her belly, but she could do nothing to stop the onslaught. She gurgled in surprise when the yak in her ass pounded into her once more, only to slowly withdraw instantly, before thrusting back inside as violently as before. Celestia winced as the yak started a smooth rhythm, carefully pulling out only to ram it back inside, while the bull in her mouth finished his long winded orgasm. The spent general took a step back, his softening length slithering out of Celestia’s throat noisily.

Celestia coughed and spat on the ground, taking big gulps of air. Her stomach felt full and heavy, but at least she could breathe once more. She cried out as the yak behind her brutally hilted once again, but before she could give him a piece of her mind the two bulls she was beating off swiftly rushed in front of her, holding their cocks inches from her muzzle. She jerked back as the two meat poles were shoved into her face, her tired hands getting no rest as the two last yak generals demanded her attention as well. She watched warily the pair of flared heads quivering before her eyes, noting that they were dangerously engorged, thick strands of precum leaking from their tips. Celestia had no intentions of letting her face get covered in smelly cum, so she quickly gobbled up one of them, the other getting surrounded by a nimbus of golden magic.

Almost instantly her mouth was filled with generous spurts of jelly-like semen, her senses assaulted by the potent smell and musky taste. Her cheeks bulged out from the continuous gushing, the princess barely managing to swallow fast enough, the yak’s thick seed clinging to her throat as it lazily went down her sore throat. Her stomach rebelled against the new serving of spunk, but she had no choice but to continue to guzzle down his essence, her magic busy catching the second yak’s ejaculation. Her golden aura rippled around the second bull’s shaft, making sure he was milked dry like his other colleagues. His hips jerked instinctually into the Princesses’ magic, firing spurts after spurts into the forming glob of seed. Celestia gurgled as the yak in her mouth shot his last strand into her overfilled muzzle, dribbles of semen escaping around her lips. She gulped down the last of his production, then pushed his softening flare out of her mouth.

Panting, she glared at the two Yak warriors, receiving an amused glance from the one who received a magic handjob. The overconfident bull took his flagging shaft in one hand, smirked down at her, then slapped his cock against her cheek, hoping to put her in her place. The look of indignant surprise on Celestia’s face made him laugh out loud, but his chuckles quickly changed into screams of disgust as the alicorn launched the glob of semen suspended in her magic… right at his dumb smug face. The yak fell back, retching and sputtering as he gagged on his own spunk, his whole face covered with the sticky stuff. His colleague quickly evacuated Celestia’s vicinity, least she found new ammunition to use against him.

Her mouth finally free, Celestia had to grit her teeth to avoid grunting in pain, and truth be told pleasure, as the yak behind her kept on railing her ass. Wincing from the strain, she tried to stand back up, receiving an unexpected help from the yak fucking her as he grabbed her around the sides, pulling her to him. Of course the bull took advantage of her standing position to grab her breasts from behind, his hips colliding with her rump as he kept on pounding her ass. The yak then begun to shower her neck with kisses and nibbles, the gentle, almost loving gesture in total contradiction with the way he was hammering into her. She was blindsided by his attentive caresses, his huge hands massaging her breasts in gentle kneading motions. She froze, her breath coming in short pants, unsure of what to think about his actions. The yak then smirked, drawing his hips back until only the head of his cock remained inside, then took her by surprise once more.

He savagely bit down on her nape, making her cry out, while his powerful hands pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefinger, his violent hump rocking her whole body as his hips collided with her rump. Celestia, ruler of Equestria, Princess of the sun and bastion of all things pure and kind, moaned out loud as she came like never before, a spray of mare cum gushed from her royal pussy. Her orgasm had snuck up on her, building around the unwelcome pleasure from the brutal anal pounding, leaving her on the edge for quite some time. The bull still thrusting into her quivering body had felt her approaching release and had chosen to shove her over the edge with savage abandon. Satisfied by her cries of pleasure, he started to hammer into her even harder, wanting to finish as well.

Celestia was continuously cumming, her eyes fluttering as her limbs jerked sporadically. She didn’t know if it was because she had been very frustrated, her last intimate relation dating back a couple of hundred years, or because of the audience, or because of the obviously very experienced yak fucking her, all she knew was that her mind was going blank from pleasure. Her legs trembled, barely able to keep her standing, her slender frame rocked by the yak’s brutal pounding. She was about to fall flat on her face when one of the last two yaks appeared before her, his cock very much ready after the interrupted stroking she had given him. The small part of her mind that wasn’t drowning in pleasure wondered what he was doing, approaching her while he held his manhood in his hand, aiming at her nethers. Too late she understood, and she could do nothing to stop the impatient bull from shoving his enormous cock into her gushing cunt.

Feminine cries of pleasure echoes around the war tent, a big cheer rising from the assembly in response. Sandwiched between the two burly yaks, Celestia could only squirm and writhe as she was taken from both sides, the two bulls keeping her standing as they ravaged her. She felt her royal pussy quivering around the yak’s enormous pole, her orgasm soaring to new heights as she was stretched like never before. The yak in her ass snorted, his hands squeezing her tits possessively, his cock angrily ramming into her. The other bull growled in response, his own dick getting pushed out by his friend’s, Celestia’s body apparently unable to contain them both at the same time. He grabbed her hips forcefully, shot her an annoyed glance, his eyes bearing down upon her dazed gaze, and he threw his own hips forward.

His abdominal muscles collided noisily with her slender stomach, the loud *slap* accompanied with a grunt from his rival and a desperate moan from Celestia. The yak warrior sighed contentedly, enjoying her tightness, his flared head pressing against her deepest barrier. His indulgence was short lived, as he was suddenly rocked backwards by a violent punch, the other yak very much pissed at being pushed out of his mate. The two bulls growled at each other, ignoring the almost passed out alicorn sandwiched between them, Celestia still lost in never ending bliss. She was roughly jostled around as the two yaks fought over her body, their cocks plunging in and out of her in a chaotic display of animalistic rivalry, punches flying around Celestia’s head, the alicorn too dazed to notice.

After a few instants of almost feral intensity, the two yaks found a rhythm. They pounded into Celestia’s quivering body in unison, one pulling out when the other thrust inside, and vice versa. The alicorn was lost in a world of pain and pleasure, her legs dangling below her as her weight was entirely supported by the two cocks pounding her mercilessly. She slowly came to as she felt the yak behind her get more and more desperate with his thrusts, his shaft swelling to worrying proportions. Celestia bit her lips as her ass was stretched wide, his flare getting lodged deep inside her. He grunted and held himself hilted, his balls constricting, ready to deliver his load into the alicorn Princess. Celestia mewled in distress, disgusted by the idea of having him spill his seed into her ass, but she could do nothing to stop him. Before she could even think about asking him to pull out, the yak in front of her snorted in annoyance, then rammed his cock into her as well.

Celestia almost fainted. The feeling of having both of their enormous shafts inside at the same time was almost too much for her, a soft rattle escaping her muzzle as she felt them stretch her internal walls. She brought her hands to her belly, felling with morbid curiosity around the bulge under her pristine white coat. She could feel the clear outline of the yak in her pussy, his cock pushed out by the one in her ass. Grunting, the yak in front of her slowly pulled out, marveling at her new tightness, then he shoved his cock back inside. And that’s when the other yak lost control.

Bursts of seed began to flow deep into Celestia’s ass, warmth quickly spreading through her bowels as she was filled. The alicorn clenched her jaws, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She threw her arms around the yak fucking her cunt, her nails digging into his back, trying to hold herself together. He seemed to be spurred-on by her embrace, his hips drawing back only to slap back into her own. His thrusting pushed his friend to cum even more, and before long there were dribbles of spunk leaking around his cock. Grunting, the satisfied yak stepped back, pulling his cock out of the Princess’s asshole. A river of spunk gushed from her distended anus, staining the floor below with his white splooge. He threw his fist into the air proudly, receiving a roaring cheer from the assembly as he joined their ranks to watch the rest of the ceremony.

The yak still thrusting into Celestia threw her limp legs around his sides, locking them around his hips, his powerful arms supporting her weight as she hugged him for dear life. He took a handful of her ample buttocks, not minding the dribbles of spunk still leaking from her gaping asshole, then he started to properly fuck her. Without another cock to impede him, he could pound into the subjugated alicorn as much as he wanted. He brought her up and down upon his pole, his hips thrusting into her at the same time. He hilted inside her again and again, his pace reaching a fervent pitch, the slaps from his humping becoming more and more obscene as Celestia gushed mare juices all over his groin. The solar Princess buried her face into his neck, trying to hide her face, ashamed to be enjoying herself so much. She felt his head flaring, his breath becoming shorter with each thrust. She wondered if the yak would try to cover her with his spunk, or would want her to swallow it. At least he would not cum inside her pussy, that was obviously reserved for the prince…

Celestia cried out in surprise as a gush of thick seed exploded into her womb, the yak’s flare having pried her cervix open with his last thrust. Her eyes went wide, wondering if she was imagining things, but the bull suddenly pulled back and rammed his cock back inside, a new copious burst of spunk bathing her uterus. She hiccupped in fear as he pounded into her once more, a third helping of his thick seed rushing into her womb, painting her insides with his colors. She shuddered with each spurt, flabbergasted, wondering why she was being claimed by this general, while the Prince watched on without saying anything. The burly yak hilted into her one last time, the last strand of his potent semen lazily plopping into her sloshing womb, then he sighed contently. When his cock was soft enough, he let her go uncaringly, the alicorn falling to the floor in a heap.

She groaned, her limbs still weak, her insides sore from the brutal double pounding, but she managed to roll onto her knees. Celestia crawled on all fours, watching with horror as copious amounts of thick yak semen began to leak out of her abused pussy. She reached with a trembling hand, collecting a sample of the gelatinous stuff, then brought it to her unbelieving eyes. It was so dense, the smell incredibly potent. She had no doubt she had every chance to be knocked up, especially with the amount she could feel still sloshing in her womb. Gulping in dread, she shot Rutherford a perplexed glance, her eyes going from his amused glance to the spunk she held in her palm.

“Pony Princess shouldn’t worry.” Rutherford boomed, startling her. “This part of ceremony. If prince seed is stronger, you will have Prince offspring.” He then shrugged, unconcerned. “And if you have bastard child instead, Prince will just have to try again.” He then smiled smugly, reclining on his throne. “Competition always better.”

Celestia had many things she wanted to say, but she didn’t have the strength to argue with the Prince. Nor did she have the strength to react as the last general crouched behind her, his hands pushing her head into the ground, making her arch her ass into the air. She could only groan as the yak shoved his cock into her sloppy cunt, taking her like a dog. He was obviously very annoyed at being kept for last, his careless thrusts rocking Celestia’s body, his overfilled balls slapping against her belly everytime he hilted. The solar princess tried to ignore the obscene wet sounds as he brutally fucked her cum-filled pussy, his grunts becoming more and more bestial.

One thrust, stronger than the others, pushed Celestia off her knees and into a lying position. Undeterred, the yak warrior hunched over her prone body and kept on pounding her pussy with everything he had. His rough hand grabbed her sides, keeping her steady as he hammered harder and harder. To Celestia’s relief and great dismay, she could feel him flaring already; he would not keep defiling her body for much longer. As if on cue, the yak bellowed in her ears, then threw his hips against her rump one last time.

Celestia didn’t react as her womb was filled once again, the yak keeping himself hilted as deep as he could to cram all his seed inside her, probably hoping to get her pregnant with a bastard child. She could feel his balls spasming between her thighs, desperately trying to produce more baby batter, ropes of thick semen continuously spurting from his cock. Even when his shaft began to soften he still tried to fill her with more of his essence, his hips humping desperately. Amazingly enough he began to spurt a new batch of semen just as Celestia thought it was over, the yak losing no time in hilting once again, her womb accepting the tip of his spurting cock, letting him spill his potent seed directly into her fertile grounds. The process repeated itself many times, the yak only needing a few moments of thrusting to begin filling her once more, his balls working fervently to renew his reserves of sperm.

After an eternity of humping followed by long stretches of spurting, the bull finally reached his limit, collapsing next to his mate, completely exhausted. His cock slipped out of her battered insides messily, a trickle of spunk following his softened shaft. It seemed he had been careful to cram all of his production inside her womb, the yak truly focused on knocking her up, unlike his other colleagues. Celestia closed her eyes, willing for this nightmare to end. But no matter how much she tried, she could not forget about her aching behind, the soreness in her pussy, or warmth in her womb. Clenching her fists, she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, wincing as her insides ached. She called for her magic, using her powers to heal her battered body, and before long she was standing proud and tall once again.

A hush fell over the assembly, the warriors looking with awe upon the mare they had taken for a prissy pony princess, murmuring in appreciation for her fortitude. Celestia’s pure white coat glistened with sweat, her thighs dripping with semen, but she still held her head up, showing the yaks she was not vanquished. She saw with satisfaction how the warriors gaze changed, their previous disdainful looks turning into begrudging respect. Celestia exhaled, tension escaping her strained body. Her ears perked up and swiveled backwards when the general got to his hooves with a grunt, then approached her with a snort. She heard him chuckle, then she froze in shock when he suddenly slapped her ass, the spank resounding around the tent. She heard him raise his hand for another one and Celestia saw red. She didn’t hesitate, reaching back with a cry of anger.

The yak screamed as he sailed through the air, his arms flailing uselessly. Heads turned in unison as the army followed his flight all the way to the other side of the tent, where he landed head first on a table with a resounding crash of broken wood and clattering plates, before his momentum threw him against another table, then another, and another. Celestia winced as the yak finally impacted with a supporting pillar, bringing down a section of the royal pavilion, warriors scrambling to get away from the disaster. The warriors slowly turned back to her, their eyes wide, Celestia having to hold back a sheepish smile. The whole army then stood up as one, their fists raised in the air.

The joyous roar that exploded from the assembly hit Celestia like a wave, the brutal ovation deafening. Idly she took the image of her little ponies clapping and cheering, then put it next to the yaks, the warriors beating their chest with one fist and howling their approval for their new princess. The contrast was ludicrous. If nothing else, she could be happy to have changed the Yak’s opinion on ponies, they would not underestimate her people from now on. The fact that she had had to sacrifice her body was regrettable, but she took solace in the success of her diplomatic mission, passing the ceremony while earning the respect of the yaks.

Speaking of ceremony, she still had one person to deal with.