Celestia, the Broodmare

A spin off mini-story of Bumbling through my Education

Chapter Two: Day Court Surprise

Celestia smiled as she looked at the nobles standing before her. Normally, her smile would be forced, it would be polite, and it would be simply an act that she would happily step out of the moment her Day Court was over. Today was far different. She was rutted to the point of barely being able to form sentences, she was treated like a broodmare, and then she was held and loved.

She, to coin the phrase started by a dearly departed friend, got to have her cake and eat it too. Yet that wasn’t the only reason for the smile. None, except those that happened to be close enough, could hear the faint buzzing that was going on between her legs. There was no doubt that if she hadn’t cast a spell covering her smell ponies would know what was going on, but so far that spell had been cast, and she was doing wonderfully.

The spell kept others from picking up the scent, but she could smell it. She could smell the Earthy vanilla scent mixed with arousal musk. She looked at her next visitor, and her eyes widened. So far this had been fun, and she had so desperately wanted to do this. After all, it would make Day Court so much more tolerable if she was able to get off while talking to the nobility, but this wasn’t the nobility. Standing before her was the chancellor from Germaneigh. The Earth Pony mare was known to be decisive, cunning, and at times cold as ice. Unlike many of their brethren the Germaneigh ponies had stayed closer to the old lands. Somehow it made them stronger, and it gave them a sense of tribalism that Celestia found absolutely revolting.

“Prinzessin Celestia, we have traveled to speak of our alliance.”

Celestia swallowed, hoping that whoever was controlling the toy currently inside of her snatch wouldn’t make it any worse.

“Chancellor Aryanne, it is a pleasure to see you again,” she said as she looked toward the guard who went to bring Aryanne a seat, “Please, have a seat. I’m afraid you caught me while I was holding an open court for my ponies to come and express their problems.”

“Ja, this is why I came now. Open court, able to see how you deal with your subjects. Especially the Vogel-Ponies.”

Celestia groaned at the name. She spoke Aryanne’s language, fluently, but she despised the names she had for the Pegasi and Unicorns. She noticed Aryanne had brought two officers, and a Pegasus porter. The poor Pegasus looked to be exhausted, her small frame barely able to hold the amount of luggage passed onto her. She watched as Aryanne looked at the Pegasus.

“Wenn Sie etwas fallenlassen, Etwas überhaupt…” she began before Celestia cleared her throat.

“Perhaps your porter would like to store your luggage in your rooms?”

“Ja,” she looked at one of her soldiers, “Begletie sie.”

Celestia looked at one of her guards, “Please, show them the guests rooms they will be staying.”

She didn’t care for Aryanne. Not as a pony, but after joining Bumble’s herd she did take a moment to look at the Chancellor. She was fit, her body molded to perfection, and she could see that her hips were certainly wide enough to support birthing foals. Her breasts were slightly larger than apples, but they were firm. She could see her bound, a gag in her mouth, her rump in the air, and Bumble buried in it.

Aryanne’s muffled cries as she was bred by what she considered a lesser pony. It was deliciously tempting, and certainly worth entertaining. If nothing else such a thing could certainly help change the Chancellor’s views of other tribes. Her magenta eyes met Aryanne’s crystal blue ones, and she saw the question in Aryanne’s expression. It was sight, but Celestia had several lifetimes of reading ponies.

Aryanne knew that Celestia had been undressing her, and there was no way that Celestia could pretend otherwise. On top of that, a button on the top of Aryanne’s Schutzstaffel General’s jacket was undone, revealing a flash of creamy throat. She returned the look toward Celestia. Being on the receiving end of a mental undressing, and rutting, was nothing new to Celestia. There had been thousands of ponies throughout the years that would come before her, mainly so that they could see a pony they considered a goddess in the flesh.

But the way Aryanne was looking at her, it wasn’t just a mental undressing and rutting. It was filled with bitter angst. Aryanne wasn’t a submissive Broodmare like she was in the bedchambers. She could tell that now. No, Aryanne was a dominant master. She lived for control, loved control, and relished every single moment she had it. It made imagining her bond, her crystal blue eyes wide in surprise, ecstasy, and lust even more appealing.

She could see it perfectly. Aryanne would come with her, be brought into the herd’s room, and there she would be stripped. She would be tied down, Cumulus would have Aryanne’s muzzle deep in her snatch, and it would be a wonderful lesson for the Chancellor. Aryanne’s moans of delight would both be the signal that the Chancellor was able to come to their line of thinking, and at the same time it would show her acceptance into her new role.

At that point they’d let her have the joy of Bumble’s magnificent cock. The thickness and length of it sliding into her marehood. A marehood that undoubtedly had only tasted the average length of those stallions able to provide her the power she so craved. Aryanne would look over her shoulder, her eyes wide at the fact that such a wonderful cock belonged to what she believed was a lesser pony. Her own body would betray her, demanding that she rut against him, that she take him fully into her slit, that she let him fill her womb, and that she birth foals for him. Yes, she would writhe in pleasure against Bumble’s cock until she could no longer stand it.

“Bumble Fick mich! Fülle meinen Leib! Füllen Sie meinen Schlitz!!!” she would cry out.

And he’d do it for her. He’d fill her so completely, dumping load after load of his wonderful essence into her now gaping slit. She’d collapse forward, her rump still presented, and then Bumble’s cock would touch her tailhole. She could just see Aryanne’s muzzle scrunch up as he pressed into her, her virgin tailhole giving way to the massive intruder.

She heard somepony speaking, and looked at the noble ahead of them. Aryanne obviously interested in both her metal rutting of Celestia, and how the Princess of the Sun would handle this would be problem. Looking at the stallion before her, she knew what the problem was before he even got to what he’d call the heart of the matter.

Gleaming Bit was the majority stockholder for the major pharmaceutical company that supplied the various potions and healthcare supplies to the ponies across Equestria, and to the colonies just outside of its borders. She knew that his great grandfather, Humble Bit, had started the fledgling company as a way of ensuring advancements in Equestrian medicine, and to ensure that everypony would be able to have access to the medical potions they’d need for day to day life without having to go to a certified potionist. Gleaming, and his mother, had took that company and whorsed it out the other nobility, making it less of a grand dream, and more of a nightmare for anypony unable to afford the prices.

And she knew that Gleaming Bit was once again demanding that Zebra potions not be allowed, even as alternative medicine, in healthcare establishments. He was demanding it because the Zebra potions typically cost less to make, tended to have less side effects, and more often than not did what was needed in a single dose instead of several doses over a period of weeks, months, and sometimes even years.

He’d actually been able to sneak a law through the council that made it illegal for anypony to take a gender re identification potion, of Zebra creation, here in Equestria. Instead they had to travel to Zebrica, come back, and face the humiliation of being examined by hand picked pharmaceutical agents. Agents that had been rumored to force these ponies to prove that the potion worked. That there was no side effects, and then to pay the fee for changing their gender on the Healthcare records.

It was something she hadn’t been made aware of until after the law had passed. Once that happened she had worked to change it, but the council, mostly in control by the various houses of nobles, refused to alter the law. It was for this reason she often treated Gleaming Bit with the disdain she believed he so richly deserved.

“Princess, as you can see, it is imperative that we bring these… so called potionists before the council and have them either obtain their degrees with the time honored method we’ve created, or we force them to stop all productions of these… alternative medications!”

She sighed, and then felt the magical buzzing of the toy locked in her snatch increase. She tried to keep from moaning, realizing that whoever was controlling it decided that now would be a perfect time to make things more interesting for her. She cleared her throat, and with the exception of looking a little flushed she glared at Gleaming.

“Gleaming Bit, I must decline your suggestion.”

“But Princess! If you’d see reason! Why, this could be the very thing that would ensure the loyalty of the nobility toward your causes!”

She breathed out, “No. Gleaming Bit I will not force the Zebras living here in Equestria to stand before you, or any other member of the council, and plead for their ability to help their fellow Equines.”

“Your Majesty, surely you…” he stopped as Aryanne stood.

“Your ruler has spoken, and yet you would question her. I see the compassion she has, but allow me to inform you of something. We had… nobility. Had being the important word, ja? We had them, but when they attempted to thwart our cause, when they stood against us, we destroyed them. Stallions like you were dragged into the street, crying like foals for their mothers, begging us to spare them, and instead we threw them to the wild,” she stepped closer to him, “I would very much like to see what would happen to a soft stallion like you. Hands so soft, so feminine, I would imagine one of the bandits in the hinterlands would make you his mare. Your Schwanzloch would be a bleeding, torn mess.”

“You…. You can’t speak to me like that! You’re nothing but a stupid mud pony!”

“Mud Pony… Ja, our former nobility called us that,” with that she struck him, causing him to drop like a sack of potatoes, “And that was our answer to them.”

He looked at Princess Celestia, “Arrest her!”

Celestia looked at him, the feeling from the vibrator, seeing him knocked down a peg, all of it simply brought a very bubbly mood upon her. She smiled, gently, at Gleaming.

“My little pony, she has Diplomatic Immunity. Unfortunately while we request that she follows our laws, we can not prosecute her if she breaks them. Especially if what she did was in line with how arguments are settled in her own country.”

“Ja, a good tap usually settles things, although, Ich haben dueling swords. We can use them, ja?”

“No! No, that is fine. Consider the matter dropped, I apologise for my rudeness.”

He stood, clutching his now bruised stomach, and walked away from the Chancellor.

“Our Führer is like you. She wishes to settle things without violence, but… filth like that only understand that which they can not control. Take my suggestion, send him, his mare, and their foals to the mines. Make them work as Earth Ponies.”

Celestia wanted to argue the fact that she believed all of her little ponies deserved the chances to redeem themselves. That she believed somewhere deep inside of Gleaming Bit was a good pony, a good stallion, but instead she felt the vibrator inside of her slit hit its crescendo. She opened her mouth, and before she could cast a spell a soft moan escaped her lips. Those further back couldn’t hear it, but Aryanne certainly did. She turned toward Celestia, her crystal blue eyes taking in the sight, and a small smirk formed on her lips.

“Perhaps it would be good if we sit through more of the court, ja?”

Celestia nodded, “Y...Yes, of course. Guards, send in the next pony.”

The time passed far too quickly for Aryanne. After seeing the Princess act as she did there was no doubt that she was indeed sexually relieving herself. Such a thing wasn’t terrible. She was known to use one of her toys while in her office. Attach it to her chair, remove her pants, and sit down upon it. She’d signed orders for an attack while a false cock was inside of her before. This led her wonder what the Princess thought of mares.

Oh, it wasn’t that Aryanne didn’t like stallions. She did, but stallions existed for the sole purpose of breeding. They held no offices, performed no specific duties, but instead were meant to plow fields and then fill them with their seed. They were caregivers to foals, lovers to mares, and laborers everywhere else. Seeing stallions serving as the guard struck her as odd, but then it could be possible that they existed as eye candy for the Princess.

This she could understand, perhaps she might entertain the idea of allowing a stallion, or two, to join their military for the purpose of being a nice distraction within offices. After all, it was well known that a stallion didn’t have the same level of intelligence, they were prone to flights of fancy, and most often they were foals themselves.

As the time for the Day Court ended she stood, with her remaining soldier, and followed the Princess toward a private meeting chamber. Once inside she noticed that there was the Princess of the Night there as well. There seemed to be a device in her hand that she turned off, and she took a seat near where Princess Celestia was going to sit.

“Chancellor Aryanne, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Luna said.

Aryanne smiled, “Vielen Dank, Princess Luna. It is a pleasure to meet you as well. Perhaps now we could discuss the future of our countries as Allies, ja?”

Luna listened to Aryanne, and as she did the notion that Aryanne was a tribalist, sexist, and somepony that needed to be rutted hard by either a Pegasus or Unicorn became perfectly clear. Something she had picked up from her herd, specifically from Pina and Flagrante, was that any mare became a sweetheart after a good dicking. She was no different. Bumble’s wonderful cock did put her into better moods. Being with him made her happy.

She could only imagine what having a smart, capable, and well endowed stallion as a lover would do for Aryanne. She pictured her, completely nude, her creamy white coat glistening with sweat, her crystal blue eyes rolled back into her head, Bumble deep inside of her rectum, herself deep inside of her slit, and the entire time the would beg them to not stop. To please make her their mare.

As she observed her mannerisms she could tell that Aryanne was a screamer. She was passionate, she gestured with her hands, she had a fire that came out when she spoke, and that would only make her more enjoyable. She could hear how well she articulated her words, how well pronounced they were, and she knew that her well versed lips and tongue would do wonders inside of a wanting snatch or on a waiting cock. She also could sense the slightly haughty attitude she had, and watching her clean Bumble’s cock after it had been up her, or Aryanne’s, tailhole would be so enjoyable.

She looked at Celestia, and she knew that her sister had considered this as well. It would be the first time they enjoyed a political marriage. The first time they would be able to present a new lover to their husband, but that was the catch. They weren’t sure if Bumble would like her. There was a lingering doubt that he would be upset. Luna couldn’t do that to her Beloved. He meant more to her than a perceived night of fun.

Would shoving a cock up inside of Aryanne’s waiting tailhole be fun? Absolutely, but it could also be the very thing that began a divide between her Beloved and herself. So, she slowly let go of the thought. If Bumble met her, and he wanted her, then they would do all they could to ensure it happened. And of course, she would gladly grow a cock through her own magic to rut this arrogant mare right into the dirt.

Slowly, the talks slowed, and the guards showed up to escort the Chancellor and her soldier to their quarters. Once they were gone Celestia looked at Luna. She could see the device that Luna had been using to control the vibrator currently held inside of her pussy.

“Lulu…”

Luna smiled as she turned the vibrator onto its maximum setting. Celestia fell forward, her hands pressed tightly against the desk, and she couldn’t stop the longing moan that escaped her muzzle.

“Sister, it sounds as if you are in need of a good breeding.”

She looked at her, “Lulu… Please… Take me to Bumble… I… I need to feel him inside of me, please.”

She heard a throat clear, and from an adjoining room out stepped the very stallion she mentioned. He walked toward her, and she felt his magic going to work on her royal dress. It fell to the floor. She felt the harness that held the vibrator slid off, Bumble’s magic unfastening it, letting it hit the ground, and the vibrator slid out of her. When it finally exited her exceptionally well lubricated slit there was an audible pop.

Bumble stepped behind her, his cock touching her thigh, going just below her slit, and then he pulled back.

“Please…” she begged, “Please rut me. Fill me, please, I want you to fill my womb.”

He sighed, “Put it on.”

She looked to Luna’s hand and saw her collar. Her eyes widened. If she put it on then she completely submitted to him. She swallowed, took the collar, and slid it onto her throat, fastening it once it was on, and she felt the tingle of Luna’s magic as the words, Broodmare for Bumble Hooves cross her rump. She then felt him dive into her. His cock sliding up until it knocked against her cervix.

“YES!” she cried as she took him, “RUT ME!”

She didn’t feel a soundproofing spell, she knew that the guards outside could hear her, that any pony showing up for Luna’s Night Court could hear her, and that it was even possible that Aryanne, her soldiers, and that poor Pegasus porter could hear her, but she didn’t care. Let them hear her getting the rutting of a lifetime. He leaned forward, his hands moving up to her breasts, covering them, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples.

“You’ve been naughty today, haven’t you?” he asked as he thrust into her, his voice heavy with lust and need.

“Yes! Mmmm, I’ve been naughty, so naughty! Punish your Broodmare!”

He moved his hands down, grabbing her hips, and thrusting hard into her, letting his cock push hard against her cervix. She longed to feel his foal inside of her. To feel it growing inside, and then to feel him take her while it grew. When she got too fat with foal she longed for him to make her kneel like a needy slut. She wanted him to use her tailhole, to claim her, and she wanted it because of how good it felt to her.

She loved it, and she loved it because she wasn’t forced to do it. She loved it because it was her choice, and she loved it because with Bumble she was just a mare, his mare, and her responsibilities were left outside. She was free from her title, free from the responsibilities, and instead she was able to just Celestia.

She looked back at him, his eyes not filled with malice, but instead filled with love and longing. His hands were on her cutie marks, and while he was holding her tight, to the point of leaving marks, he wasn’t hurting her out of anger. He wasn’t passing her to drunken members of his council. He was loving her as a stallion should love his mare. She felt him thrust hard again, and she felt his seed flow into her.

Like Luna earlier she had cast a spell for fertility, but unlike her dear sister she used the fine control to ensure that it wouldn’t make everypony with foal. Well, almost not everypony. It was possible that Aryanne could have been affected as well, but unless they brought her into the herd, it would be nothing more than an early bout of her estrus, and nothing more.

Bumble pulled back, his cock still stiff, and she felt him pressing at her tailhole.

“Please, it’s yours, take it.”

He pressed into it, and she gasped at the feeling. She bit her lip as he pushed deep into her bowels. She’d made sure that she was perfectly clean, made sure that she hadn’t eaten anything all day, just so that she could be ready to be taken in her tailhole. She felt his cock twitch again, and she knew it wouldn’t be long. He was already sensitive before they began.

She felt him orgasm, and she slumped into the desk. Once again she felt him hug her from behind, he kissed her neck, and then nuzzled against her.

“Please tell me if I’m ever getting too rough.”

She smiled. He was so sweet, but the truth was that he could practically be as hard as he wanted to with her. Thanks to her immortality, and her ability to be reborn, she could practically handle anything. A small smile crossed her lips. She could be reborn. Oh, it would be after having their foal, but what a treat it would be for him. A chance to rut her while she was a teenager. To let her experience everything again, brand new, with a younger body.

She knew that Luna had thought of it, of giving Bumble the gift of getting to deflower their virgin marehoods, of talking them into eating each other out while he, and possibly Pina, rutted their tailholes. It was such a wonderful thought, and one that made her desperately crave the rebirth that would give her the ability to give him something so special.

“Bumble, Beloved, tell us, what would you say to having a long distance herd member?”

Celestia looked at Luna. Obviously this was something she was considering already as well.

“What… Do you mean that mare that was in here earlier?”

Luna smiled, “I know you saw her, she was fit, and beloved, she looks flexible.”

He shuffled his hoof, “Luna, I… I don’t know. She seems like somepony that doesn’t care for anypony but Earth Ponies.”

Luna walked toward him, “Please, Beloved, consider it. You could help her realize the benefits of being friends with all three tribes,” she kissed him, “Not to mention I’m quite certain you would be the first pony ever to claim her tailhole.”

She smiled as she saw him get a longing look in his eyes, his muzzle drawing up into a sly smile. Her husband was indeed a rump man. He enjoyed the feeling of rutting a tailhole, of feeling their rumps bounce against his crotch, of hearing a mare grunt and moan in ecstasy while his massive cock dove into them.

“Maybe… we could see what would happen,” he said.

“Sister, what say you to us inviting Aryanne to a small date, between Bumble, ourselves, and Aryanne herself?”

Celestia smiled, “I believe it would be fun.”

Author's Note

(AN: One has to wonder if the Princesses are a bit of a corrupting influence on Bumble.)