The White Dove

Celestia slowly turned on her hooves, keeping her head held high as Rutherford stood up. Instantly the crowd fell silent, the warriors sitting down obediently as their Prince waved his hand around. She could not see his eyes behind his dreadlocks, but the satisfied smile on lips told it all. He crossed his arms, his gaze encompassing the assembled warriors.

“So.” He barked, his deep voice echoing around the tent. “Do yaks approve of Pony bride?” The response was instantaneous and loud, the yaks banging their fists on the tables. Rutherford smiled, nodding sagely. “Good.” He then gazed at Celestia, the bulge in his loincloth throbbing in anticipation. “Come.” He sat back on his throne, patting his thighs. “Finish ceremony so Prince can bring bride to his tent.” He licked his lips, his subjects jeering and shouting obscene jokes.

Celestia scowled at him, but she obeyed nonetheless. She had not gone this far to let something as silly as pride come between her and lasting peace. She walked with dignity, shoulders squared, stopping before the throne with her wings flared. The Prince watched the defiant display with amusement, then he leaned forward, slowly reaching for his bride with one arm. Celestia shuddered as he took hold of one of her breasts, but she was surprised at how gentle his grasp was, the skin on his hands smooth and soft. Her brow furrowed in confusion: she had expected him to have rough, calloused hands like his generals. The Prince placed his palm under her tit, hefting her generous breast with a satisfied nod, giving her a tender squeeze.

“Princess will have lot of milk for children.” He declared, the audience cheering once more. “But for now…” He reclined back, letting go of her tit. “Pony will use breasts to please Prince.” He watched Celestia’s unhappy expression, smirking.

“Is this part of the ceremony?” Celestia said through gritted teeth, slowly kneeling before her new husband.

“No.” Rutherford snorted with humor, watching with interest as she gingerly placed her hands on his thighs, the alicorn eyeing his loincloth warily. “Prince just wants to enjoy bride.”

Celestia shot him a dark glare, holding his amused gaze. She exhaled, bracing herself, then reached for his garment. Slowly, almost fearfully, she pushed the gold hemmed fabric aside, wondering what kind of monstrous prick she would have to deal with for the next five years. She was surprised to find that the Prince was nothing like his monstrously endowed generals. Oh, his cock was far from small, his manhood still bigger than any stallion she had known, but at least she could see herself taking him inside her without having to hold back screams of pain. She shook her head, getting her mind out of the gutter, her eyes traveling down his length, before settling on his balls. They were big and full, bigger than any one of his generals. Celestia bit her lips as she imagined how much seed he could produce, knowing she would soon find out.

She was startled out of her thoughts as Rutherford cleared his throat loudly, smirking down at her. She blushed crimson as she realized she had been staring at his equipment in a daze, her tail swishing in embarrassment as a few spectators imitated wolf howls, laughing at her interest. Shutting out all the noise she concentrated on her task, shuffling her knees forward until she was between the Prince’s legs, his cock nestled between her breasts. He hummed in appreciation as she pressed her tits together, engulfing his girth between her soft mounds. Celestia leaned her head away from his flare, trying to avoid the getting any of his leaking arousal on her muzzle. Whimpering in disgust she slowly pushed her tits up, burying his tip in her bosom, letting his natural lubrication seep between her breasts. When she pushed her tits down they were dripping with his juices, making it easier to keep giving him the intimate massage, his length smoothly gliding between her breasts.

The Prince gripped the arm rests of his throne tighter, grunting in pleasure. Celestia brought her tits up and down, her fur getting more and more soaked with his arousal, the wet sounds from his cock slipping between her breasts getting louder as she increased her pace. Everytime she reached his flare, she would squeeze her tits together, receiving another generous helping of arousal. When she pushed her breasts down, all the way to his sheath, her soft mounds slapped wetly on his thighs. Celestia watched his flare grow with every squeeze, his tip beginning to leak thick dollops of precum, adding to the mess between her tits. Eager to end this farce, she even begun to slather his dripping glans with careful licks, the tip of her tongue teasing the edges of his flare. When the Prince started to buck his hips instinctually, she thought she had him, but unfortunately Rutherford had other ideas.

“Enough.” He panted, his chest heaving. “Prince wants Pony Princess.” He gestured for her to climb on top of him. “Prince wants her now!”

Celestia pouted, holding his jerking length sandwiched between her breasts. A few more strokes, a couple of well placed licks, and she knew she could make him cum. She entertained the idea of pushing him over the edge, only to ‘accidentally’ aim his spurting cock at his face, but Rutherford seemed to guess what she was thinking. Grunting, he leaned forward and grabbed her by the armpits, lifting her like she weighted nothing. Once again Celestia was confused by the great gentleness he showed her, his hands soft, almost loving, as he deposited her on his lap. She sat astride his thighs, her knees resting on each side of his hips, her curvy backside bumping against his quivering cock.

The Prince watched his bride squirm on his lap, Celestia trying her best to keep his flare from leaking all over her ass or her tail. He had a surprisingly contemplative expression, as if lost in thought, when the alicorn saw him staring. Celestia felt a strange surge of self-consciousness under his gaze, her hands covering her breast compulsively. It was a meaningless gesture, after all the ways she had been exposed, but she still felt very much naked as the Prince’s eyes roamed over her body. He didn’t seem to mind her covering her breasts, his gaze lingering on each and every one of her features. He drank in her beauty, her mesmerizing eyes, her full lips, her slender neck, her full bodied breasts, a lithe but toned stomach and her lovely child-bearing hip. She was perfect. His cock jerked in agreement, making Celestia yelp as it slapped her back, leaving a stain on her already battered dress. He chuckled, one of his hands reaching out for her muzzle, his touch tender as he brushed a lock of her multicolored hair away from her eyes.

“What are you doing?” She said suspiciously. After the way she had been tricked by the general who had feigned gentleness, only to take her by surprise with his brutality, she was very wary of the Prince’s soft touches. “What game are you playing…”

“What game is there to play,” the prince whispered, low enough for only her to hear. “when I have already won everything I could have wanted.”

Celestia was astonished by Rutherford’s sudden eloquence, the Prince smiling smugly as he spoke a perfect Equestrian, with only a slight accent. It was a far cry from the way he had spoken until now, his basic graps of the Equestrian language making him almost hard to understand. She was brought back from her shock when his hands took hold of the underside of her breasts, squeezing tenderly. Her mouth opened and closed, lost for words, the Prince taking the time to appreciate her bust while she recovered. He carefully pushed her hands away, revealing her pink areolas, his thumbs starting to draw circles around her perky nipples. The alicorn finally found her voice, her fists closing in barely contained rage.

“You deceived me!” She hissed, keeping her voice down. “Ponyville’s destruction, gathering your armies, feigning to be a simple war thirsty barbarian…” Celestia’s horn sparkled dangerously, Rutherford completely unimpressed by her gathering magic. “What is all a plan to get me to marry you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The prince snorted, pinching her nipples carefully. She grabbed his arms, torn between her desire to make a pretzel with his limbs and her peace loving nature. The Prince didn’t stop playing with her breasts, even when her steely grasp became painful. “I am no strategic genius, to be able to engineer such a plan.” He smirked, looking into her incensed stare. “I am but a war hungry yak prince, who stumbled into the chance of his life-time. How could I have known you would be foolish enough to come to my home in person?”

“And you know how to speak fluent Equestrian because…?” Celestia growled under her breath, her horn shining brightly.

“I am well read.” Rutherford shrugged dismissively. “Not something that most yaks would consider very useful for their leader, so I keep it to myself.” He smiled, squeezing her tits one last time before letting go. “You will not want for books during your stay, my libraries are very well stocked.”

“What about Ponyville?” She leaned over him, bringing her muzzle inches from his nose. He didn’t flinch away, even when her burning horn singed the top of his crown. “Was that part of your little act?”

“Hardly.” Rutherford’s powerful hands grasped her voluptuous buttocks, the prince lifting her slender frame, his cock sliding over her rump. “I do not know who were the ponies you tasked with our reception, but I must say that they were most offensive, making a mockery of our customs.” He shuffled under Celestia, aligning his cock with her entrance, her slit dripping with semen and feminine arousal. “If I had been alone, maybe I could have looked the other way, but with my two friends present….” He grunted, trying to bury his length into his bride, but the alicorn clenched her muscles, keeping his flared head at bay.

“You are disgusting.” Celestia spat silently, her nails digging into his chest. “You don’t even have the excuse of being an ignorant barbarian, you know what you are doing is wrong!”

“Oh come now,” The Prince snorted with humor. “would you have preferred to be married to a brute, like one of my generals?” He stared into Celestia’s narrowed eyes, his cock leaking precum all over her pussy lips. “I will have you know I am a very considerate ruler…”

“You blackmailed me into accepting this!” Celestia hissed quietly.

“Politics.” He shrugged again, unconcerned. “But the fact is, you have agreed to this union.” His hips jerked up, his cock sinking a few inches into her, the sloppy aftermath of her previous mating helping him slip inside. “So, if I may give you an advice…” he gripped her hips forcefully, holding her with surprising strength. “You may as well enjoy yourself while you are here.”

The Prince grunted, his muscles bulging out as he pulled Celestia down, impaling her on his quivering length. The solar princess inhaled sharply as his cock rushed inside her messy insides, his flare scraping the residue of her previous partner. Rutherford stopped his charge when he was only half way to her depths, groaning from her tightness. The pair stared into each other’s eyes, keeping still, the alicorn waiting for him to get started, waiting for the yak barbarian to take her like a wild animal. Instead, she was taken aback as Rutherford released his iron grip on her hips, his hands traveling over her stomach in a gentle massage. Celestia watched in confusion as he remained still, enjoying her velvety insides, his hands exploring her body. Even the most attentive of her stallion lovers would have been thrusting madly by this point, it was almost vexing.

Tentatively, watching him carefully for any sort of reaction, Celestia started to lift her behind, pushing him out of her. He didn’t seem to mind, too preoccupied with running his soft hands all over her body. His flare was about to pop out of her sloppy slit when the prince leaned forward and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Celestia moaned despite herself as he sucked on her tit, his hands squeezing her breasts in pleasurable milking motions. Rutherford released her breasts with a loud *pop*, then began to suckle on the other. He even gently nibbled on her erect nipples, sending jolts of pleasure racing through Celestia’s mind.

The alicorn hesitated, his flare just shy of slipping out of her. She only needed to jerk her hips away slightly and he would pop out. She could then hold his shaft between her thighs and make him blow his load into her mouth… or his face, depending on her mood. But the more the prince sucked on her tits, his tongue teasing her nipples expertly, the less she was inclined to make him pull out. She tried to rationalize her hesitations. If she did it, there was nothing stopping him from forcing his cock back inside. If she didn’t let him cum inside her, she would undoubtedly bear the child of one of his generals instead. And if she took it out, she would not feel as good as she was right now. Rutherford’s words echoed around Celestia’s mind: You may as well enjoy yourself while you are here. She frowned, thinking about her options, and finally exhaled. Gritting her teeth, she shifted her hips… and brought her ass down onto his lap.

Rutherford grunted in pleasure, his head jerking back as his cock sank into his bride, deeper than before. A trail of saliva still linked his lips to Celestia’s tit, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead he placed his hand behind her head, brought her muzzle closer to his, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Celestia’s mind rebelled against the idea of sharing such an affectionate action with the one that had tricked her, but her body responded by its own accord. Moaning, she kissed him back, her tongue darting out, seeking access to his mouth. The Prince growled in satisfaction, his own tongue rushing into her mouth, deepening the passionate kiss. His hands squeezed her tits, gently kneading them, his hips shuddering as his cock sank deeper into Celestia.

The alicorn squealed in pleasure as his flare brushed against her deepest barrier. She could feel his balls quivering under her buttocks, his medial ring pressing against her slit. She had taken him to the hilt, yet he wasn’t hitting her cervix like his friends had. He was just the perfect size for her, his tip just barely touching her depths. Her cunt spasmed with every scrape, every graze, his flare bulging out in time with his heartbeat. Wanting more, Celestia broke the kiss, holding Rutherford’s intense gaze with her own heated eyes. Slowly, she started to pull her ass away from his lap, his cock slipping out for what felt like an eternity. She felt his flare scrape out all the mixed seed that still clung to her walls, the gooey mess oozing down his shaft before dripping onto his balls. She held herself there, hovering above him, letting the unwanted semen dribble out of reach of her pussy, just the tip of his cock still inside, precum gushing from his glans helping her cleanse herself. It was messy, it was crude, it was indecent… it was amazing.

With a loud moan Celestia brought her ass down, her shapely rear slapping against his thighs at the same time as his flare impacted with her depths. The Prince gripped his throne, his balls churning, ready to fill his bride. But he refused to cum before she did, so he held back, tittering on the edge. Celestia smiled as he saw his grimace, very much aware of how much his cock was jerking inside her pussy, precum leaking from his tip in a continuous stream.

“What’s the matter?” She panted, slowly pushing herself up. “Can’t keep up?” She held his quivering flare just inside her cunt, her folds contracting around it. “I expected better from a prince”

“Why you little…” Rutherford had the wind knocked out of him as she suddenly brought her ass down. He grunted, feeling his flare bulge out, using all his concentration to keep his seed back. He managed to keep himself from coming, but a burst of thick spunk still managed to travel up his length, spraying Celestia’s depths. Panting, he stared at her smug face, then he smiled. “If you want to make this a competition…” He placed his hands on her hips, gripping her tight.

Before Celestia could prepare herself she was lifted by the powerful yak, then she was pulled down without restraint. She moaned as her cunt was instantly filled, her cervix loosening as the tip of his cock slipped through, but she didn’t have time to get accustomed to the pleasure. Rutherford pounded into her once more, this time thrusting his hips at the same time. Celestia threw her head back, her flowing mane flowing chaotically as she screamed in pleasure. He was about to ram her up and down once more when she pushed on his chest, begging for mercy. Rutherford snorted, half tented to fuck her until she collapsed, but he relented nonetheless. He didn’t want to fuck her brains out like a camp whore: she was his greatest conquest, a treasure to be appreciated, like a fine centuries old wine. He could always be as rough as he wanted with other females, only to finish inside her. That sounded like a good plan, a pile of females for him to violently plunder, with Celestia in the middle, bulging with his seed.

With this image on his mind, Rutherford released her hips and leaned back, watching her collapse to the side, his cock still hilted inside her keeping the alicorn from falling over. Trembling, Celestia crawled over his muscled body, putting her hands over his shoulders, then she started to grind her hips onto his lap. He could feel her orgasm getting closer, her pussy spasming around his girth constantly, her slit winking desperately against his sheath. He could see her face becoming flushed, her eyes glazing over. He heard her breath become shallow, the alicorn giving short, high-pitched pants. She seemed to be building up her release, but was unable to reach it. She began to give shallow thrusts with her hips, desperately trying to cum, getting more and more frustrated. Seeing his mate struggle, the Prince rolled his eyes and snaked one of his hands between their bodies, reaching for her nethers. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, his fingers digging around her flesh, finally managing to find her engorged clit. Smirking at her dazed expression, he began to forcefully rub her nub with his thumb, drawing quick, short circles around it.

Celestia finally screamed in bliss, her release coursing through her spine until it made her mind go blank. Her pussy constricted around Rutherford’s cock, crushing it between her quivering folds. He groaned in pleasure, but he managed to hold back his own orgasm, his thumb still teasing her love button, pushing her to new heights of pleasure. Her whole body tensed with almost painful ecstasy, her nails digging into his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. Rutherford winced slightly when she pierced his flesh, yet he didn’t stop rubbing her clit, wanting to make her cum even more. After a few more instants of blissful agony, Celestia suddenly relaxed her grip, her limbs loosening up as she came down from her mind-blowing orgasm. She panted, letting her head fall on Rutherford’s shoulder, her body shuddering with the aftershocks. The prince stopped playing with her engorged nub, putting his hands over her thighs in a tender gesture.

Celestia regained her senses gradually, her breath short and ragged. She leaned back, looking into Rutherford’s gaze, his eyes twinkling behind his deadlocks. As much as he resented the yak for his duplicity, she had to admit that he was a very considerate lover. That didn’t excuse the fact that he had strong-armed her into a political marriage, of course, and she would find a way to make him pay for his transgression. But for now, she decided to indulge her most basic of needs, and as he had said, make the best of this situation. And right now, she wanted nothing more than to get stuffed with his cum, so she ignited her horn and began to fondle his overstuffed balls.

Rutherford grunted loudly as her magic squeezed his family jewels, the prince momentarily afraid she would crush his nuts in a fit of anger. He relaxed when he saw her smile at him, her hips gyrating around his pole. He groaned as she pressed her ass against his thighs, taking him to the hilt, her insides convulsing around his shaft. He understood what she desired, and was very much ready to answer her call. Snorting, he embraced Celestia, bringing her closer to him. Her soft tits were squished against his muscled chest, her wings flaring wide as she felt his balls constrict in her magic. She twerked her hips a few more times, enjoying the sapping sounds of her buttocks on his thighs, then she ground herself onto his lap, taking him as deep as she could.

The prince felt his seed packed tight in his balls, Celestia’s magic building up the pressure until he could not hold himself back anymore. Growling possessively, he moved his legs apart, spreading his thighs. Celestia yelped and begun to fall backwards, but he quickly grabbed her ass with both hands, supporting her. She did not understand what he was doing until she felt him push her dress to the side, leaving her rump exposed to the army watching them. She felt herself blush deeply as Rutherford showed his subjects everything, yet she didn’t cover herself with her tail, on the contrary she moved it out of the way. The whole army could see his balls quivering, his shaft plunging inside her and her pussy lips winking around his girth. He gave one last powerful thrust with a satisfied grunt, spreading her buttocks apart to make sure they could all see him staking his claim on the living goddess.

Celestia bit her lips as the Prince’s ball jumped in her magic, readying herself. She felt his flare bulge out to its fullest extent, the rounded tip of his glans sinking inside her womb, slightly poking through her loosened cervix. She had no protection, no way of stopping her Prince from spilling his essence inside her most sacred place. She felt his shaft grow as his spunk surged through it, and she braced herself. Her whole body jerked as the first spurt of seed gushed into her womb, coating her insides with the thickest, most potent semen she could imagine. She whimpered, both in fear and in pleasure, as the Prince kept on pouring his spunk inside her, his release seeming to be endless.

She wasn’t fooled when his semen tapered out, Rutherford drawing his hips back as if he was pulling out. She moaned out loud when he rammed his cock back inside, an even stronger burst of jelly-like seed flooding her uterus, clinging to her walls, spreading his warmth in her depths. Rutherford’s fingers dug into her soft thighs, holding her close as he did everything in his power to knock her up, his balls working fervently at the thought of the two other males who had came inside his female. And like for everything else, there was nothing better than a competition to get him going. Snorting, he drew back, only to slam himself into his mate.

The cycle continued, the yak Prince seeming to posses infinite stamina, his cock never tiring. Celestia felt her womb strain under the merciless pumping, completely full of virile seed. But he still wasn’t done. She remembered the horses drawing her carriage, how closely related ponies were to their feral cousins. At this moment she felt like nothing more than one of her stable’s broodmare, getting filled by her stud, her stallion trying his best to put a foal into her belly. Losing the last bit of her inhibitions, she threw her head back and nickered like a mare in heat, her tail flagging high to show the other males to whom she belonged to. The spectators cheered at the display, the rowdy warriors hitting the tables with their mugs, chanting her name and the Prince’s.

In the midst of the chaos, Rutherford grinned wide, his smug expression defying anyone to try and defy his claim on his new conquest. His balls kept pumping more and more baby batter into an already filled Celestia, his cock gradually getting pushed out by the cheer volume of his ejaculation. He snorted and gave a defiant thrust into his mare, packing his sludge back inside. Spunk exploded around his girth, his flare unable to plug it all. Every new spurt inside was followed by a spray of semen outside, Celestia’s womb completely full, her pussy unable to contain any more. The Prince begrudgingly allowed his cock to get pushed out, but he was careful to fill the space he evacuated with more spunk.

In his scanning of the room, his gaze fell on the general that had fucked his bride last. The yak warrior was trembling in frustration, clearly annoyed that his chances to impregnate the solar goddess where dwindling with every burst of the Prince’s seed. At this stage it was probably a lost cause. Rutherford held his enraged stare, then gave him a cocky grin, the toothy smile challenging him to do something about it. The yak warrior shot to his hooves, red in the face, ready to fight his liege for her. He was half-way to the throne when Celestia’s ears perked, swiveling towards him, and she turned her head.

Celestia eyed at the yak warrior, her gaze questioning, a slight blush still shining on her cheeks. The general stopped, hesitated, then took a step forward. He almost stumbled at what Celestia did next. The alicorn shot him a disdainful smirk, looking down at him like he was nothing, then she hugged the Prince around the neck. To make her preference even more obvious, she arched her ass back, giving him full view of her folds, winking around Rutherford’s cock, semen oozing from her overfilled pussy. The yak stood there, frozen under the mocking stare of the two monarchs. He didn’t react when one of the other generals grabbed him around the arm and hauled him back into the jeering crowd, his friend giving him a few pats of consolation. Celestia almost laughed out loud at his dejected expression, but she stopped herself just in time. She didn’t want to be cruel after all.

With an obscene slurping sound, Rutherford finally pulled out of her battered cunt. A torrent of thick seed immediately started to flow from her quivering folds, soaking the base of the throne, dribbling down both of their thighs. Groaning at the soreness of her insides, Celestia dismounted her new husband, readjusting her see-through robe. Weirdly enough she didn’t have any issues with her garment being so flimsy anymore. She actually loved it. She gave a tired sigh, then sat on the Prince’s lap. If Rutherford minded his legs getting covered in dribbling spunk, he didn’t say it. Instead he embraced Celestia from behind, bringing her closer to him. One of his hands grabbed her tit, squeezing it gently, while the other ran circles over her belly. It was clear the Prince couldn’t wait for her breast to swell with milk and for her belly to be round and huge. She felt his soft cock stirring against her leg, growing hard as he dreamed of the future. She sighed as his hands travelled south, slipping between her thighs.

This next few years promised to be very tiring.

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Celestia emerged from the lavish bathroom, pushing the curtain-door aside, a towel wrapped around her wet mane. Rutherford’s private tent was huge and extravagantly furnished, a roaring bonfire ensuring it was comfortably warm inside, even in her naked state. She eyed the walls of the royal tent, a small smile creeping on her lips. There were bookcases lining every side of the yurt, loaded with thousands of books, most of them unknown to her. A rare treat, for the centuries old alicorn. She crossed the large central room, wincing when her inside ached. Her whole body felt sore, but at least she had stopped leaking everywhere.

After the first round, Rutherford had taken her on the throne once more. Then when she had collapsed from exhaustion he had fucked her on the ground. When she had asked for food he had brought her to one of his warriors’ tables… and humped into her as she tried to eat, completely ignoring the surrounding yaks. They had then mated while the Prince gave his closing speech, while he had said his goodbyes to his warriors, on the way over to his tent, on his doorstep, in the bathroom when he had shown her how the rudimentary plumbing worked…

The alicorn groaned out loud, pushing her way through another curtain, entering the royal bedroom. She carefully sat on the fur covers, wincing as her nethers protested. Sighing, she used her magic to summon a scroll and a pen. She wrote a quick message explaining her deal with the Yaks, insisting on the fact that she was fine. After she was done recounting what had happened, she went on to the other part of her plan. She bit her lips, hoping Luna agree with her idea, or at least that the lunar Princess didn’t blow a hole into the palace when she got to the part about Rutherford fucking her silly. She signed the letter, rolled it up, then with a burst of golden magic she sent it to her sister.

With her task done, she fell back and landed on the comfortable bed, her wings extended lazily. She had always said she would do anything for peace, and now she could say she had lived up to her promise. Her eventual enjoyment aside, it had been a grueling experience. But, if her sister agreed with her idea, this marriage could become a much more enjoyable experience.

She heard someone enter the tent, the sound of the blizzard outside deafening until the doorways was clasped shut. She recognized the hoofsteps as they came closer, the thundering pace unmistakable. Rutherford exploded through the curtains with a hungry glint in his eyes. Celestia was not surprised to see him already becoming hard just at her sight, ready for another round. The insatiable Prince quickly thundered to the bed, his hands fidgeting with his Loincloth until it fell to the ground. He reached for her, licking his lips.

“Wait.” Celestia said, propping herself on her elbows. “Not now.”

Rutherford stopped in his tracks, his cock throbbing in the air. “… Uh?”

“I said we couldn’t do it right now.” Celestia rolled her eyes, getting off the bed. She skirted around the confused yak, her hands brushing against him as she went to search around her personal drawer. She chose a flimsy pink dress, the fabric almost so transparent it might as well not be there. “You really need to learn some control.”

“But… but you called for me…” Rutherford sputtered, looking quite silly with his cock in the air and his confused expression. “And you were naked on the bed… I thought…”

“Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding.” Celestia said, feigning remorse. “It’s just that I nedded to…” She stretched her arms over her head, moaning sensually as she worked out the kinks in her back. It also pushed her breasts against the flimsy fabric, her tits enticingly perky after her cold bath. “… hmmm, talk to you.”

Rutherford stared at her, wide eyed, then he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is this your way of rebelling against our deal?” He said, his length still bobbing at half mast. “Teasing me with your body and then refusing me?”

“A part of it.” Celestia smirked, crossing her arm as well, pushing her breasts together. She rose an eyebrow at his aggravated look.

“You do realize that as my wife, you will have to give me what I want sooner or later.” Rutherford growled, his eyes never leaving her breasts. “You wouldn’t want our deal to fall flat, now would you?”

“Of course not.” Celestia sing-songed. “And that is way I wrote my sister. I am only waiting for her answer before doing anything… outwardly.” She smiled innocently. “We wouldn’t want her to arrive and catch us in the act.”

“Your sister? The lunar goddess?” Rutherford’s eyebrows rose. “Do you think you can intimidate me with her presence?”

“Far from it.” Celestia approached her husband, pressing her chest to his side. “I have just sent her an invitation to join our… herd as it were.”

“… Come again?” The prince was sure he had heard wrong, there was no way Celestia had just said what he thought she had.

“You see, since her return, me and my sister have agreed to share everything.” Celestia whispered into his ear. “And if you agree, she could join the two of us in our most intimate moments.” She brushed his quivering length softly, smiling. “It would make my stay much more enjoyable to have her here.”

“…”

“Do you agree?” She asked, giving him her hand to shake.

“Yes.” He blurted, reaching for her hand. Frankly there was no other answer possible. To be able to bed not only one, but two alicorns? It was beyond his wildest dreams. It was too good to be true… Actually yes, it was too good to be true… “Wait a second,” he jerked his hand back, suspicious. “We are talking about Luna, your sister, alicorn of the night?”

“Of course.”

“And I would be able to mount her as much as I desire, taking her as a second wife?”

“Precisely.” Celestia nodded patiently. “Although I wouldn’t say you would be the one doing the mounting.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “My sister can be a bit of an aggressive lover.”

“… Done.” Rutherford took her hand and shook it, sealing the deal.

“Good.” Celestia smiled, her kind smile giving him the chills for some reason. “Now we only need for her to arrive and…”

As if on cue, the tent was suddenly bathed in a burst of blue magic, the light snuffed out by the explosion of darkness. When the magical flare subsided, Princess Luna was standing next to her sister, the dark alicorn dressed in an old fashioned robe, a cloak reinforced with pieces of cobalt metal armor hanging from her shoulders. Her sharp gaze instantly zeroed-in on Rutherford, her eyes narrowing when she took in his state of undress. She sneered at him, her muzzle drawing back in a low snarl, her hand snaking towards her hip, where a strange weapon was holstered, looking like a cross between a sword and boomerang. Luna then spared her sister a quick glance, making sure she was alright, before doing a double take.

“Celestia?” She blurted, averting her gaze. “What in Mother’s name are thou wearing?!” She quickly shrugged off her heavy duty cloak and threw it on her sister’s back, doing her best not to look at her. “Have you no shame?”

“Oh, sorry about that.” Celestia said, not looking sorry at all. “It’s just that these are the only clothes I’ve been given by my darling husband…”

“What?” Rutherford shook his head, coming out of his contemplation of the dark alicorn. She may not have been as buxom as her sister, but Luna was gifted with a magnificent behind, one that he could not wait to get his hand onto. “Lies, I have given you many different type of clothes…”

“Silence.” Luna barked, glaring daggers at him. “Know that you still draw breath only because of my sister.” She turned to her sister, shaking with anger. “I say we send this whole mountain range into the void and make a rug from this fool.”

“No.” Celestia frowned, slowly reaching out for her sister’s hand. She held Luna until she stopped shaking. “There is no victory in bloodshed.”

“Then leave this place, if they dare to march on Equestria…”

“No.” She shook her head. “A deal has been struck, one that will ensure lasting peace between our kingdoms.”

“Hmm, if I may…” Rutherford tried to interject, only to dodge with lighting fast reflexes as Luna threw a mighty punch at him. The displaced air was strong enough to throw his hair back, and he was suddenly glad that he had not challenged Celestia in a punching contest earlier. Although, it only made his conquest sweeter…

“Luna, stop.” Celestia put a calming hand on her sister’s shoulder, holding her from attacking the Prince. “If you harm him you will unmake everything I’ve done.”

“What about the things he did in Ponyville? What he did to… her? And all he’s done to you!” Luna shouted, her muzzle snapping like an angry wolf. “Dost thou think I cannot smell his disgusting scent clinging to your fur?”

“And I would do it again.” Celestia nodded. “For peace.”

“You are a fool.” Luna growled, her fists clenched. She begun to pace, her head whipping around, looking at her sister, the Prince and everything in the room. She looked like a rabid wolf trapped in a cage, thirsty for blood.

“Luna… Did you read the second part of my letter?” Celestia hesitated, wondering if it would be enough to satisfy her sister’s hunger for revenge. “About my idea?”

“Aye.” She growled. “Like he would be foolish enough to agree to…”

“Actually, I have already accepted your sister’s proposal.” Rutherford stepped forward, smiling confidently.

Luna froze in her tracks, her ears perking up. “Trully?” Luna eyed the yak, gears turning in her head. “You agree to become mine, I would be free to peruse your body at my leisure?”

“If you mean becoming my bride, then yes.” The Prince smirked, showing off his teeth. “I am not afraid of getting rough in the sack my dear little alicorn princess.”

“Oh?” Luna’s smile turned predatory. “Care to get started right away?”

“Of course!” Rutherford flexed his muscles, getting ready for a good love tussle. “I don’t think my people will mind if we skip the ceremony for once.”

“Splendid.” Luna turned to her sister, almost drooling in anticipation. “Sister, if you may leave the room?” She licked her lips. “I wish to get acquainted with our new… husband.”

“Oh, I had thought we would be…” Rutherford looked from Celestia to Luna, crestfallen. “The three of us…”

“She’s my sister.” Celestia’s quirked an eyebrow at him. “Sharing a mate will already be strange enough, don’t count on us doing anything together.” She then turned on her hooves and quickly exited the room. She stopped at the door, holding the curtain open. “Have fun you two.” She then let the heavy fabric fall and quickly crossed to the other side of the room.

Celestia chose a book at random, taking it out of its shelf after taking mental note of its original position. She sat on a nearby sofa, getting comfortable in her sister’s cloak. She did her best to ignore the noises coming from the bedroom, Rutherford’s deep voice carrying through the tent’s walls.

”… on the bed or should I take you against the walls?”

Celestia’s ears perked up as she heard Luna chuckling, the eerie sound making the hairs on her neck stand on end. At least if wasn’t the chilling, horrifying laugher from her premonition. It seemed she had avoided the worst. Although Rutherford might be of a different opinion.

”… body as lovely as your sisters, by the gods your behind is mouthwatering… wait… what is that between your legs? Is that a…”

Celestia winced when the commotion started, Luna obviously chasing the poor Prince around the room, upending the furniture. Even the bed was tossed asside, from the sounds of it.

”HELP! Oh gods no! I didn’t agree to this!”

She almost felt sorry for the Prince, but really, it was only karmatic justice falling down on him, in the most ironic way possible. Her sister had always been very imaginative with her spells…

”Nononono, please fight me, kill me, give me a warriors death, anything but this! I will not have you dishonor me in this way!”

It sounded like Luna had cornered the poor yak and was getting ready to pounce on her prey. Celestia buried her muzzle in her book, trying to get lost in the words.

”It’s too big, it will never fit, get that thing away from…”

”BE QUIET AND PREPARE THY ANUS!”

The book fell on the ground as Celestia ran to the bathroom, trying to escape the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squeals coming from the bedroom. She almost felt bad for the Prince, but she was sure he would understand.

After all, all was fair in love and war, there was no reason peace should be any different.