Nice Work if You Can Get It
"Hey Twilight!" you call out, immediately breaking Library Rule Number One with the volume of your voice. But Twilight's always been pretty tolerant of noise in her library - she had noisy friends for years before you came along, and you're nowhere near as loud as some of them.
"Hey!" calls Twilight, emerging from behind a bookshelf. Her cock rises slowly as she approaches, and her body looms over you as you come near. She's a princess, after all, and here in Futaquestria, being a princess means being big. "Here to return those history books?"
"Uh-huh," you say. You open your pack and lay out your two most recent selections. The first, History of Equestrian Unification, was a fairly dry read, but Twilight recommended it highly as a primer for pre-Celestian history. The second, Hoof and Horn: The Reign of Celestia, Volume 1, was a collection of histories as told from the perspective of Princess Celestia. You'd been excited to read it, and it hadn't disappointed.
Not long after you arrived in Futaquestria, Twilight had shared stories of her time as Princess Celestia's student. It was obvious that she revered the immortal princess, not simply as a ruler or a powerful alicorn, but on a deeply personal level. Her enthusiasm for the Sun Princess had been infectious; you'd started to develop a fixation on her yourself, and you'd begun to greedily devour any information you could find. Twilight, of course, had been only too happy to provide reading material.
"By the way," says Twilight, as she levitates the books back to their proper places, "I've been sending Princess Celestia updates about your health and social adjustment since you arrived, and... well, I hope I wasn't overstepping my bounds, but I told her that you were studying up on her."
"Oh," you say, feeling your cheeks getting a little hot. "Sure, that's fine."
"And," Twilight continues, "She told me that she'd like to finally meet you. She mentioned the possibility of finding a position for you in the castle."
"A position?" you say. "Like a job? I'd be... working in Celestia's castle?"
"Well, nothing's firm yet," said Twilight. She's technically wrong, because her cock is, in fact, quite firm by this point. And beginning to ooze thick, colorless pre. But you understand what she means. "But Celestia likes to have a diverse staff, to make sure she's listening to the needs of everyone in Equestria. Even though you're the only human here, I'm sure she'd be proud to have you on her staff."
"That's... amazing," you say. "I can barely believe that Celestia is even real, and the thought of working with her is... wow.
"She's real," says Twilight. "She's real, and she's beautiful, and she raises the sun every morning." You see her cock splurt a fist-sized glob of cum as she contemplates Princess Celestia. "She wants to meet with you this weekend. Want me to set up the transportation for you?"
Nervousness grips your chest as you step onto the train to Canterlot. After a tense first couple of months, you've gotten pretty comfortable in Ponyville; you've learned a lot of ponies' names, and you've made it known that you're not as hypersexual as the ponies of Futaquestria. But being on a train means meeting new ponies. And meeting new ponies means...
"Hey, you!" says a friendly voice. "My name's Dawn Veil! Do you wanna fuck?"
A pale gray pegasus mare smiles at you from the nearest seat. Sitting next to her is going to be awkward - especially since you're about to turn down her offer - but the seat next to her is the only empty one you see. "Uh, no thanks," you say, "But I do need a place to sit, so..."
"Oh, sure thing!" says Dawn, patting the empty space. Her cock rises in her lap, creeping from her sheath, and she curls her fingers around the thick gray shaft. "Let me know if you change your mind! Sitting next to a cute little thing like you, I'm sure I'll be good to go whenever!" And then she starts pumping her cock, sliding her fingers up and down the shaft, lubing herself up with the pre that promptly oozes from her tip. Public masturbation is a fact of life in Futaquestria, and mares have never been shy about jerking themselves off in front of you - at least, when you turn down their sexual advances.
As the train pulls out from the station, several other mares in your car begin to jerk themselves off - and those who are lucky enough to be sitting next to a stallion lift up their seatmates and impale them on their cocks, passing the time by filling their asses with cock and bloating their bellies with cum. Given the extreme sexual availability of men in Futaquestria, it's hardly surprising that women proposition you at the drop of a hat. Stallions are always ready to get their asses fucked, and you've never seen one turn down the opportunity.
Dawn Veil jerks herself off a few more times throughout the train ride, and in between those sessions you chat about your lives. Dawn Veil tells you that she's a painter and part-time weatherpony, and you tell her that you're a being from another world who got transported to Futaquestria via a magical accident. She's fascinated by that, as are most ponies you meet, and it apparently doesn't seem strange to her that she offered to have sex with a member of an unknown species before she bothered to learn where you were from. That's Futaquestria for you.
The train screeches to a halt at Canterlot Station, and you hop off your seat. The floor should be sticky, given the dozens of uncontained orgasms that have taken place throughout the trip, but the floor - like many pony-made surfaces in this world - clearly has an auto-cleaning enchantment on it that makes cum gradually disappear on its own. You're genuinely frightened to ask where it all goes.
And of course, some cum has ended up inside of stallions. Bloated males heft their sloshing bellies off their seats, and mares are quick to support them and help squeeze them through the doors. There's something really nice - even hot - about seeing women taking care of men after fucking the hell out of them. As alien as Futaquestria is, there is an appeal in the power women wield and the kindness with which they wield it. You suppose that's why you've become obsessed with Celestia, a pony famed both for her kindness and her power.
You were told to find a royal guardpony at the train station, and - not too surprisingly - she spots you before you spot her. She's pretty distinct, with her gleaming white coat and golden armor, but you're literally the only human in the world. She approaches you through the crowd and places a hand on your shoulder. I'm here to escort you to Princess Celestia," she says.
You look her up and down, trying not to look like you're staring. Not that anybody in Futaquestria seems to mind being stared at, mind you - it's just a reflex left over from Earth. The guard is an earth pony, a bit taller than you, with rippling muscles up and down her limbs. Her armor consists of little more than a chestplate and a helmet, permitting you to scope plenty of bare flesh. Her cock and balls are in full view, and despite her professionalism she's already growing hard at the sight of you. Her breasts are covered, but her chestplate gives you a clear idea of their size - they're practically the size of her head, which is above-average but hardly unusual.
"Yeah, let's go," you say, and you follow as she leads you through the train station. While Ponyville's station had been a smallish building alongside the tracks, Canterlot's is a long, modern building, all done up in the city's white-and-gold motif, with shops and restaurants along the long main hall. It occurs to you that this is the first time you've been in a big city since leaving Earth. And with the big city comes much greater population density, which means so, so many eyes on you. If you weren't being escorted by an emissary of Princess Celestia, you would be swamped with propositions - offers to join mares for coffees or meals, to come with them to their hotel rooms or fuck right in the open.
"Let me know if you're hungry," said the guard. "There will be food provided at the castle, but we can stop to eat if need be."
"Oh, no thank you," you say, "I'm fine."
"And I'll be happy to fuck you if you like," she says. "Celestia is very easy to talk to, but if you're nervous and need some relief, I can certainly provide."
"Uh... no, I'm all right," you say.
"Very well," says the guard. "My name is Victory, by the way."
"Just Victory, huh?" you say, and she nods. "I like it." You don't bother pointing out that, back on Earth, people usually learn each others' names before offering to fuck.
The two of you make your way through the crowd and come to a carriage parked outside. You've seen Celestia's royal chariots depicted in books, and this doesn't appear to be one of them, although it bears the royal crest and royal colors. She must have smaller ones intended for guests such as yourself. Victory opens the door for you - again, the word chivalry comes to mind - and then "helps" you get in by placing a strong hand under your ass and boosting you up. Once you take your seat, Victory sits down in the seat facing you and stares forward.
The chariot's interior is lavish - the seats are plush and comfortable, and there are bottles and glasses set into a small nook on one side. You couldn't help but notice there was something missing, though... "Uh, Victory," you say, "Is anyone going to pull us?"
Victory smiles. "I take it you haven't seen an automatic carriage before?" she raises her voice a bit, saying "Canterlot Castle," and the carriage begins to move, smoothly rolling onto the street as if directed by a driver. Victory's smile grows as you jolt in your seat, surprised by the sudden, apparently sourceless movement - she's too professional to laugh at you, but she's deriving a little amusement from the small-town boy's reaction to a carriage that moves on its own.
"This isn't exactly my first time," you say, feeling the need to stand up for yourself. "But no one has one of these in Ponyville." You feel like a bumpkin, gawking at Futaquestria's "technology" - but there's no way to tell an enchanted carriage from a regular one just by looking.
"Well then, prepare to be impressed," says Victory. "Canterlot has a lot of things you won't find in a small town."
"Uh huh," you say, still stinging with mild embarrassment.
After being escorted into a magical carriage by a royal guard in golden armor, you almost expect to be greeted by rows of trumpeters on a rolled-out red carpet. Instead, after leaving the carriage you make your way through the front entrance, a pair of golden double doors flanked by guards that looked eerily similar to Victory. The next door takes you past another set of guards, all white, all female.
"So what happens if, like, a green pony wants to work in the royal guard?" you ask.
"Because we all look the same?" says Victory, as you pass your third set of guards. "That's an enchantment. I'm naturally red."
"And why am I only seeing women?"
"That's down to demographics," says Victory. "Stallions make up about ten percent of the royal guard, same as the rest of the population." She stops in front of a double door, one even more ornate - if not quite as large - as the one you entered the castle through. "Don't tell me Ponyville has more stallions than mares?" she says, with a wry grin. "Or rather, do tell me that, so I can move there." She grabs her fist-sized balls and squeezes them lewdly, then releases them and becomes instantly serious. "This is the throne room, where Princess Celestia awaits you. There's no need to be especially formal, but do show the Princess respect."
She opens one half of the door and gestures you inside. At the far end, on the opposite side of a long red carpet, beneath banners and stained glass, is the throne of the Princess. She's small at this distance, but even from here you can see that she's larger than life. Even bigger than Twilight, whose alicorn ascension had made her eight and a half feet tall. Celestia sits patiently on her throne, legs crossed, not moving. And so you walk forward, taking in the stained glass on either side, your heart beating faster with each step. This room is just like it was in pictures. Celestia is just like she was in pictures. Tall, radiant, serene. With each step closer, her features become more distinct - the soft magenta of her eyes, the graceful curve of her snout - and by God, the perfectly round, wonderfully enormous breasts that stood firm and proud on her chest.
You reach a respectful distance from the throne - or what you presume to be a respectful distance - and fall to one knee, bowing your head. Celestia laughs gently, and her laugh wraps you in warmth. You'd never thought to imagine what her voice sounded like, but it's just as well - you couldn't have imagined anything this beautiful. "No need for that," she says. "You can stand."
You stand, and look Celestia in the eyes. "You... wanted to see me?"
"I did," says Celestia. "I do. And I like what I see." She uncrosses her legs, revealing a sheath that is beginning to brim with cock-flesh. You can't tear your eyes away from the sight; every second her flared head climbs higher and her shaft fattens. Your eyes trace the veins on her cock, and linger on the melons that hang in her fat white nutsack. By the time her cock stops growing, it must be three feet of thick pink flesh.
"Twilight spoke highly of you," says Celestia. "Your ready wit, your gentle nature, and your... allure. With only a bit of prodding, she related her fantasies... the things she would do to you if only you were a bit more... open." Your face must have betrayed a look of surprise, because Celestia's smile curves upward at the edges. "Well, what did you think mares talked about when stallions aren't around?"
"From what I've seen, stallions being around doesn't stop them from talking," you say.
Celestia's smile grows, showing brilliant white teeth, even whiter than her coat. "There's that wit," she says. "And as for the allure..." She places her hand on the flare of her cock and circles the slit with her fingers. "There really is something about you. The shape of your body, the lines of your features... similar to stallions in so many ways, and yet..." She pauses, and milky pre begins to ooze from the tip of her dick. "You are without question the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on."
You don't have the words to respond to that. Celestia is practically a Goddess, but here she is, praising your - as she puts it - "beauty." You don't know why the mares of Futaquestria see you this way, and there are times when it feels like a curse, or at least a burden - but now you're able to see it as the blessing it truly is.
But you're still left speechless. For a moment, you simply return Celestia's longing gaze, as she idly plays with her cock and summons a thick, burbling stream of pre from her slit. Eventually, your stalled-out brain has the idea to change the subject: "So... this isn't about a job?"
"Oh, we'll certainly find a job for you," says Celestia. "You'll make a fine assistant, I'm sure. You'll work closely with me, and when there's no work to be done... we can play."
"So I'm going to be your... sexy secretary?" you say. "I guess I should have expected something like that, gender roles being what they are around here..."
Something about what you just said makes Celestia's ears perk up. "Gender roles?" she says, her voice becoming a little sinister. "Why don't you tell me how gender roles are different in your world?"
"Well..." you say, "Things have been changing, but... traditionally women were expected to be subservient to men. Professionally, and sexually... and they're usually the ones who get called 'beautiful' and... the way mares treat me sometimes reminds me of that."
"Oh really," says Celestia. She pats her thigh. "So if I told you that I wanted my pretty little mare to come and sit on my lap, that would make you feel..."
You feel your cock twitch in your pants. "Emasculated," you say.
"Emasculated," says Celestia, rolling the word over her tongue. She pats her thigh again. "Well, how about it, you pretty young thing?"
You approach the throne, ascend the steps, and pull yourself onto her warm, velvet-furred thigh. You seat yourself on her, sinking a bit into the soft flesh, and you lean your body into her belly. This close to her body you're almost overwhelmed. There's so much to take in - the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes - and her scent. There's a gentle waft of fragrant skin - the smell of her thigh, and her breasts - but that's overpowered by the thick, heady musk of her cock and balls. This close, you're drowning in the scent of pony princess cock, and it only grows stronger when Celestia wraps her fingers around your shoulder - her long, powerful fingers - and pushes you towards her crotch. You're no longer sitting on her thigh - now you have one leg resting on her thigh and the other one on her ballsack. Your head is leaning into her cock, your cheek just inches from the pink, musky flesh.
"Don't be shy," says Celestia. "You're so close to my big beautiful cock, feel free to get a little closer. Touch and taste and smell my big, thick Princess meat. Isn't that what pretty girls like you like to do?" Obediently, you reach out with one hand and touch the hot, sticky shaft. Her mention of "tasting" her cock has sparked your curiosity, and you turn your head, licking up a layer of pre, tasting its sweet and rich flavor. "Good girl," says Celestia. "Hmm, why don't I find something more appropriate for you to wear?"
From above you, you hear magic being cast, followed by a snap in the air that you recognize as the sound of teleportation. "What do you think of this, my mare?" says Celestia, levitating a frilly pink dress in front of your face.
Your cock is throbbing in your pants as you contemplate the garment in front of you. It does look exactly your size, and it's beautiful, but... "No, I can't wear that..." you say.
"But you must," says Celestia. Your whole body lifts into the air, suspended by Celestia's magic. You try to hold yourself down by grasping her cock, but the cum-soaked flesh is too slippery to offer a good grip, and you rise to the level of Celestia's eyes. "A submissive mare like yourself surely wants nothing more than to be picked up and dressed up all pretty by your big-dicked mistress." Your shirt is lifted off by the sunlight glow of her magic, then your shoes and socks. Holding you motionless in her aura, she slips your pants off, and your underwear, leaving you completely exposed.
You expect Celestia to start dressing you, but she pauses to admire your nudity and rotate your body slowly. Her eyes take in every inch of your exposed body, while her three-foot cock produces miniature eruptions of cum, spurting quarts of thick fluid at a time. "It's a shame to cover up this gorgeous body," she says, "but I'm sure my petite mare will be more comfortable in a pretty dress." She levitates the dress over to you, and produces lacy gloves and sheer stockings to go with it. As the gloves and stockings go on, your cock twitches and drips with pre, and Celestia raises an eyebrow. "Oh, my little mare isn't going to blow her load so soon, is she? Come to think of it, Twilight tells me that human mares don't typically have dicks to begin with, so why don't I just..."
Her horn glows brighter for a moment, and you feel a constricting force on your crotch. Looking down, you see an aura on your cock, tightening around it and forcing it down to its flaccid size. "There," says Celestia. "I'll take that off later if you're a good girl." Then she pulls the pink dress over your shoulders, and as a finishing touch, sets a tiara on your head. The weight tells you that it's real - maybe silver.
"Beautiful," says Celestia, setting you down on the floor in front of her throne. "But I shouldn't be the only one who gets to see this. Victory!"
Despite the size of the throne room, and the fact that Celestia had hardly raised her voice, the door at the far end opens immediately, and Victory steps through. It doesn't take her long to see that you're dressed differently. "Victory," says Celestia, "What do you think of this pretty human mare who's come to see us?"
"She's beautiful," says Victory, and it seems like she means it. You can't quite tell what you look like, since there's no mirror nearby, but the dress, with its short sleeves and mid-thigh skirt, seems like it would show off your body appealingly, if one were inclined to find you attractive. It's surprisingly comfortable, too, although your senses are more focused on the magical cage on your crotch.
"I'm glad you like her," says Celestia. "I want to make this mare mine, but I'm afraid the staff of the princess might be a bit much for him. Would you be so kind as to break in her ass for me?"
"I am at your service," says Victory, and she strips off her armor, setting it gently on the marble floor. "Well then, human mare," she says, "Present your ass." You stare at Victory's cock, standing some fifteen inches tall, and your ass clenches. You hold your breath, turn, and bend over. As you stare up at Celestia on her throne, one hand slowly working her stiff cock, you feel Victory's fingers lifting your skirt and pulling your cheeks apart. Wasting no time, she presses the slick tip of her cock against your clenched hole, and as she gently prods you and massages your cheeks with her fingers, you allow yourself to relax.
And as soon as Victory feels your ass relax, she plunges herself in, getting her cock all the way to the medial ring in one stroke. You groan and go almost limp; you'd definitely fall to the ground if Victory's powerful arms weren't holding you up and her cock wasn't halfway embedded in your ass. Slowly, she lowers your body, letting you drop to your knees, and proceeds to thrust, drawing back her cock and ramming it hilt-deep into you, slapping your ass with her swollen nuts.
It still seems impossible that you could be fucked so deeply and so easily - Victory's fifteen inches are now sliding in and out of your pucker like a greased piston - but you've seen enough fucking in Futaquestria that you know what to expect. The magic of this world makes bodies stretch, particularly when it comes to insertions. There's no pain, but your body lurches forward with each pounding that Victory delivers to your ass. Your prostate gets a shock from every powerful impact, but your cock can't get hard; the magical cage around it keeps it from growing to its full size.
You meet Celestia's eyes again, and she grins at you as she pumps her cock, two-handed, letting each spurt of pre wash over her fingers and lube up her shaft. Quart after quart of cum erupts from her tip, the volume of her pre exceeding the full loads of most normal ponies. "Like what you see, my mare?" she asks, rising from her seat. "Once you're broken in, you'll be ready to submit to my royal cock... and accept the load that rests in my regal ballsack." She continues to stroke herself as she steps closer to you, leaving a thick trail of creamy cum on the floor. "I really should hold myself back," she says, "But watching you get fucked like this is positively thrilling... I may just have to join in."
She lowers her cock as she approaches you, and the oozing, spurting tip looms closer to your face, filling your nostrils with the scent of her cum. The tip is nine inches wide, far too big for your mouth, but when she pressed it to your lips you feel your mouth begin to stretch, just like your asshole has. Wider and wider it stretches, until her flare passes your lips and drips its messy payload straight onto your tongue. You hold it in your mouth, almost fainting from arousal; Celestia has been your idol since shortly after your arrival, and now you're tasting her cum! She wants you, submissive and slutty, and you're so desperately eager to give yourself to her. Her cock goes deeper, filling your throat and pumping her pre directly into your stomach. With the first foot of her cock inside of you, she begins to thrust, running her cock in and out of your throat. Your throat tingles and throbs - somehow it seems to have almost as much sexual sensitivity as your ass, and each thrust makes your cock throb and strain in its cage.
With each thrust, you feel a little more cum spurt from her cock and fill your belly. You already feel it beginning to bloat your stomach, and the inrush of cum makes you lightheaded, almost drunk, as your expanding body surrenders to the intense double-teaming that the Princess and her guard are giving you. Your kneeling body rocks back and forth weakly with each thrust, muffled moans rising from your cock-filled throat, as you wait to be filled with marecum.
Victory comes, shooting a hot load deep into your ass, hilting herself and letting her jizz shoot upward into your belly to join Celestia's precum. She only leaves herself inside you for a moment, however, before pulling out and shooting the rest of her load onto your back and your legs, staining your pink dress and your stockings white with milky pony cum. "Shall I go again, Princess?" she asks, working her cock with one hand to keep it hard.
"No, Victory," says Celestia. "You've broken in our sweet little mare very capably. I'm ready to claim her now." Slowly, she slides her cock out of your throat, and you feel it slowly compress to its normal size as the enormous pillar of cock makes its exit. "So, sweetie," she says, "Are you ready to give yourself to me, and become my mare?"
"Yes," you say, your jaw still strained from the throat-fucking, "I want to be your mare, my Princess. I want to be by your side, always."
"Mmm, good," says Celestia. She circles your body, and you feel the ground shake slightly under her powerful footsteps. Your body can't help but tremble at the thought of taking that much cock up your ass, even though you know how much your body can stretch. There's going to be so much of her inside you... so much cock, and so much cum... "You're already so beautiful, my sweet mare," she says, "But when I fuck you and bloat your body with my cum, I will make you perfect."
Her drooling tip touches your entrance, and your ass, already broken in by Victory, opens and embraces her flare at her gentle prodding. She goes slowly, savoring the feel of your ass around her shaft - and allowing you to savor the feeling of being penetrated by a monstrous, throbbing horse cock, inch by inch, as she widens you deeper and deeper. You groan and dip your head, and your tiara clatters to the floor. You almost reach to pick it up - you want to be pretty for your mistress - but it's taking all your strength to support your body. When her medial ring bumps against your asshole, you whimper, knowing that the base of her cock is thicker than the tip. But she doesn't hesitate. She plunges deeper, sinking her fingers into your asscheeks, widening you with excruciating slowness.
Her cock is distending your belly now - if you weren't already a little bloated from the double-teaming, her shaft would be right underneath the surface of your skin. As it stands, though, it's still clear there's something big inside you, throbbing and pulsing and going deeper inside. You feel like a cock-sleeve, a living masturbation aid for the princess' pleasure - and it's clear that she intends to treat you like one. There's a little more than two-thirds of her full three feet inside of you when she stops, takes a breath, and begins to fuck.
The feeling when she pulls her cock back is surreal - there's a horsecock-shaped hollow in the middle of you, aching to be filled, and she's quick to fill it again, slamming herself into you with the force of a battering ram. This much force, and this much meat, should destroy you - but your body accepts it, embraces it, stretching around it and converting the force into sexual pleasure. The thrusts come faster, and your body swells bigger and bigger - the dress that Celestia put on you was a near-perfect fit to begin with, but now your belly is straining against the fine fabric, threatening to tear it at the seams.
"Mmmph," mutters Celestia, "...deeper..." She lifts your body with both hands, using her magic to support your sloshing belly, and stands her cock upright. With your body impaled on her cock, she returns to her throne on unsteady legs and sits down. "Ah, yes," she says. "This is how it should be. The Princess on her throne, and the Princess' pretty little mare on her cock." She lifts you up by your thighs and slams you back down. You moan pitifully as the massive insertion sends lightning bolts of sensation through you. You would be coming now - if not sooner - but your cock is still imprisoned, held fast inside Celestia's magical cage. Next to the throne you can see Victory stroking herself, taking immense pleasure in watching you get filled.
Celestia lifts you up and slams you down faster and faster, moaning deeply, trying to bring on her climax. Your cum-swollen body rips through the dress, your belly tearing the delicate garment to shreds. You feel like you're getting stretchier, losing your shape as more and more cum pumps into you. Each thrust brings you further down on Celestia's three-foot cock - each time you go down, your wide-open asshole inches closer and closer to the base of her shaft. And when you hit it - when your ass touches the top of her sheath - the cage on your cock vanishes, and you find yourself unexpectedly growing hard and rocketing towards climax. You practically scream as the physical arousal in your bloated body flows into your dick, building from zero to orgasm in seconds.
You cum, and a fraction of a second later Celestia does the same. Gallons of princess cum slam into your insides, and your belly grows bigger, overflowing your waist and settling on your thighs. Your load spurts onto the carpet, leaving a tiny puddle of white. It's the most intense orgasm of your life, but Celestia's climax outlasts yours easily; her cock is a fountain of cum inside your belly, pumping thick white jizz from her fat, churning balls and filling you endlessly. You press the palm of your hand into your belly and feel it sink - it feels so good to be so big, so full, so stretchy. You'd stepped outside on sunny days and imagined that the rays of the sun were the warmth and love of Princess Celestia, but now you know better. This is the Princess' love, and her warmth. This feeling of fullness, this warm, heavy sensation. You couldn't dream of anything better.
The princess sits back in her throne, keeping you impaled on her cock. You turn your head, and happen to see Victory blowing her load on the carpet in front of the throne, totally submerging your spilled cum underneath hers. You suppose that's how things are here, even if it took you until now to really accept it. Women have the bigger dicks, they shoot bigger loads... and people like you, whether you're being called a stallion or a mare, are best suited to be vessels for their pleasure.
"So," you say, leaning back into Celestia, resting your head on her tits, "Did I get the job?"
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Twilight's Finishing School
Dear Princess Twilight Sparkle,
As you are aware, diplomatic business in the Dragonlands will be taking me away from Canterlot for quite some time. I have been making the usual preparations for an extended absence, but just this morning I realized I was overlooking something. The lovely human mare who you sent to me last month has grown quite accustomed to my care and attention, and it would be terribly cruel of me to leave her alone. Who will stuff her ass with marecock each morning and bloat her belly with cum? Who will dress her in frilly panties that flatter her adorable human cock? Who will tear her dress off each night and ravish her by firelight?
Her constitution is far too delicate for the Dragonlands, I fear, so taking her with me is not an option. There are a great many mares in the castle who would be happy to attend to her in my stead, but she has grown accustomed to princess cock and I would not ask her to accept anything less. And since Luna will be accompanying me to the Dragonlands, the job of satisfying my mare’s needs must fall to another.
And even if the pool of available princesses were far larger, Princess Twilight, you would distinguish yourself as an exemplary candidate for the task. You took the human into your care when she first came to Futaquestria, overseeing her adjustment to our unfamiliar world. And now that she has blossomed from a dull human stallion into a beautiful human mare, I’m sure both of you would cherish the opportunity to know each other better.
However, there is more to my request than the satisfaction of my mare’s needs. She still has much to learn about a mare’s place. She could stand to be more grateful for what I provide her, more worshipful of the alicorn cock that nourishes her body and soul. She is eager to please, but her technique could use some refinement; you would be doing both of us a great kindness if you permitted her to practice on your cock. Be strict with her, and unmerciful in your critique, and return her to me better than you found her. And finally, feel free to task her with whatever housework you require.
Twilight Sparkle, be a proper husband to my human. Be stern with her, teach her humility and servitude. Make her a proper mare, one who serves and pleasures her husband above all else.
With Love,
Princess Celestia
“I don’t get it,” said Starlight Glimmer, rereading the princess’ letter over Twilight’s shoulder. “What’s all this about being a ‘proper mare’? Were we all supposed to be humble and subservient and nobody told me?”
“It’s all stuff from his world,” said Twilight. “A set of gender roles which - while antiquated and restrictive - sound like they’re pretty fun to play around with. Celestia’s been dressing him up in skirts and calling him a mare.” There was a muffled whump as Twilight’s three-foot cock, growing hard, hit the underside of the table. “It’s funny, I asked him all sorts of questions about the differences between sexes in his world, but I never saw the potential of it the way Celestia did…”
“He’s coming today, right?”
“On the one o’clock train,” said Twilight. She pulled her chair away from the table and maneuvered her three-foot boner out from under it. “I’m surprised he’s not here already. Maybe he and his escort stopped for lunch?”
A chime sounded in the library, signaling the someone was at the door. “Maybe not,” said Starlight. “Well, you should go get him. You are his ‘husband,’ after all.”
“Right,” said Twilight, looking down at her nude body. “I need to change first, though…”
You lean yourself into Victory’s body, letting her support as much of your weight as possible. Each step makes your bloated belly slosh with thick, warm fluid - it’s a feeling you’ve come to find comforting, a reminder of how loved, how desired you are - but it’s still hard to stand when a load of marecum has added what feels like twenty pounds of additional weight. Victory hefts your belly with one hand and knocks at the castle door with the other.
“Hey, Victory,” you say. “I wanted to say - you look really good in red.”
You and Victory have become close since she first escorted you to see Celestia. It obvious in retrospect that she was chosen for the task because Celestia likes to watch her fuck boys - er, mares like you. And whenever you need a guard - or a marecock to occupy whatever hole Celestia isn’t currently using - it’s Victory as often as not.
And you had a bit of a shock today - shortly after leaving the Canterlot city limits, Victory dropped her “uniform” - the enchantment that makes her coat white, like all the other guards in Canterlot. She does look stunning in red - and her big red cock was so tantalizing, you just had to get your lips around it. And that’s why your belly is sloshing.
Victory smiles at your compliment. “Thanks, little lady,” she says. “You look great in that dress.”
Sometimes, Celestia dresses you up in mundane fabrics, just to watch them strain and rip as she fills your body with her royal spunk. Other times - like today - she gives you enchanted clothes that stretch and grow along with your body. And of course she’d want today’s dress to last; it shares Twilight Sparkle’s color scheme, all purples with little touches of white. You’re wearing it in honor of the “husband” you’re meeting today.
Of course, this is by no means your first meeting with Twilight Sparkle. The two of you became good friends before you moved to Canterlot Castle. But this will be the first time she’s seen you like this. At Celestia’s direction, you’ve grown your hair out - it’s not terribly long yet, and you’re not especially good at styling it, but Celestia finds your efforts cute and never misses a chance to tell you how pretty you are.
But according to Celestia, you’re meeting Twilight so that she can make you a proper mare. You’re not sure how seriously to take that, but you do know that Twilight would do just about anything to please Celestia.So if Celestia told her to train you, then…
The door swings open, and Twilight Sparkle is standing there, fully clothed. That’s already surprising: you’ve only ever seen her clothed in photographs. And she was always wearing dresses, not the black t-shirt and denim jeans she’s currently got on.
Wait - that outfit is what you were wearing when you came to Futaquestria. It’s not the same pants and shirt, obviously; Rarity must have tailored a similar set, made to just barely fit the eight-and-a-half-foot-tall Twilight Sparkle. Her tits are all but destroying the t-shirt, and while the jeans have a pouch that accommodates her huge balls and soft cock, it looks ready to burst open if she gets even a little bit hard.
“There’s my darling little mare,” says Twilight. She’s smiling at you, but not just in a friendly way. And not just in a horny way either. She’s looking at you like she owns you. Deep under layers of fabric and frill, tucked inside the purple panties that Celestia picked out for you, your cock starts to grow hard.
“It’s great to see you again, Twilight,” you say.
Twilight steps forward, so close that her denim-clad bulge bumps against your upper torso. You stumble backwards slightly, your cum-swollen belly sloshing as Victory catches you. “Good to see you too, darling,” says Twilight, who seems to be affecting a slightly deeper, huskier tone of voice that usual. “But aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Uh…”
“Isn’t there something that pretty little mares like you do for their big strong dickmare husbands?” she asks, raising an eyebrow expectantly. “Especially when they’ve been apart for so long… and especially if your husband works so hard… You know what I want, sweetheart. Give me a kiss.”
She emphasizes the word kiss with a slight motion of her hips, making her bulge bump against your chest again. It’s pretty clear that she doesn’t want a kiss on the mouth. With trembling hands, you unbutton the fly of Twilight’s jeans.
And then her cock comes whipping out of her pants, swinging up and dickslapping you across the face. Twilight’s fat purple meat knocks you sideways - it doesn’t hurt, but you were already off-balance from your bloated belly, and only Victory’s quick reflexes prevent you from hitting the ground. She catches you easily with one hand - the other hand, you notice, is busy stroking her fat red cock.
You feel a silly grin breaking out over your face. Being reminded of the objective superiority of marecock - especially alicorn marecock - is always a thrill for you, and being slapped in the face by Twilight Sparkle’s giant cock is a blissful wakeup call to the submissive little mare in you.
You look up at Twilight, and for a split second you see a look of concern on her face. But when she sees the smile you’re sporting, she falls quickly back into dominance. “Greedy mares get cockslapped,” she says, but there’s an easy smile on her face, and a humorous lilt in her voice. She lifts her shaft with one hand - It’s half-hard now, flowing with a near-constant stream of milky pre. “Good mares get cum.”
You want to be a good mare. You dive in, licking the pre from her flared tip, running your tongue around the circumference of her cockhead, and then encircling her slit with your lips. You prod her flowing slit with her tongue, moaning happily as your attentions increase the production of thick, delicious pre. Celestia is still your favorite flavor, but Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Magic, has divinity in her cum as well. Every mouthful of princess spunk is a revelation, a divine gift that can only be experienced, never truly understood.
Twilight’s cock grows harder, longer, pushing you away from her. Fortunately you have Victory behind you, keeping you steady, so that you can focus on pleasing your new husband, Twilight Sparkle. You’re going to be a good mare for her. You’re going to be the best mare. You’ll think of nothing but her pleasure. Your mouth and your ass will be open to her whenever she needs them. Your body will accept everything she has to give you, every hot, thick, creamy gallon.
Suddenly she lifts her shaft, putting it out of your reach. You whimper, turning your face upwards, and see Twilight’s stern expression. “Still greedy,” she says. “You’re still pleasing yourself. All you can think about is how good it’ll feel to have by big, thick, marecock inside you. And how good my rich, creamy cum will taste in your mouth… and how it’ll feel in your stomach.”
You want to protest - she’s not being entirely fair - but you’re pretty sure backtalk won’t get you anywhere right now. “Prove you’re willing to put my pleasure above yours, my sweet little mare. Beg to suck my cock.”
Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a crowd gathering. Ponies tend to ogle you, that’s nothing new, but now they’re seeing you about to beg for the princess’ big purple cock. You fall to your knees, staring up at the dripping tip of her dick, and try to give her what she wants. “Twilight,” you say, “You’ve been so good to me. You took care of me, and guided me when I was new to this world… when I felt alone… and it’s because of you that I know Princess Celestia. I owe you everything that I have, Twilight. I want to be pretty for you. I want to be your mare. And it would be an honor and a privilege to pleasure your big, beautiful cock.”
Looking past Twilight’s cock, you see the “husband” act drop for a moment. Your words were honest, and it may have showed on your face. The crowd gathered around you “awws” like a sitcom audience, and Twilight begins to lower her cock, bringing it down towards your face. Just as the slit gets level with your mouth, it spits a fist-sized glob of precum onto your face - and with your chin dripping with fresh pre, you press your lips to Twilight’s flared head and resume making out with her cock.
“Oh, she loves it,” says Twilight, softly nudging her cock into your mouth. “She wants it all. My pretty little human mare got all dressed up for me and begged for my cock… and now she wants to be filled up. She wants me all the way inside her, shooting buckets of hot princess spunk into her belly.” She starts to stroke herself, running both hands along the length of her shaft. “Is that what you want, gorgeous? To feel me cum inside you until you’re a big wobbly waterbed of alicorn jizz?”
She lifts her cock away from you again, freeing up your mouth to respond. “Yes,” you gasp, precum spilling from your mouth. “Please, fuck me anywhere, use me, fill me up, I’m your mare… Twilight, you’re so big, you’re so strong, I need you inside me…”
Twilight lowers her cock again, and you press your lips to it again, trying to open your mouth as wide as possible to let her cock inside you. Her tip is too wide for your mouth, and you can’t stretch yourself around her on your own - but you know that if she started to thrust, you would open up for her, your body stretching around her shaft like a pocket pussy. All she has to do is push herself into you, and you’ll be full of her love, stuffed with her thick purple meat…
But she keeps her tip on your mouth, not thrusting, only gently prodding as you lick the soft, musky flesh of her cockhead and probe her slit with your tongue. “Did you ever see anything so beautiful?” says Twilight, seemingly addressing the crowd. “My soft, delicate little mare returns to me, dressed up all pretty in my colors, and humbles herself before her big, powerful dickmare husband. A proper mare, a proper wife, deserves to be fucked hard and bloated with cum…”
Twilight pauses, taking a few heaving breaths. You turn your eyes upward, and you see her mouth hanging open, her face flushed. She draws in a deep breath, and her black t-shirt rips along the middle, sending her round purple tits bouncing out into the open. Along the shaft of her cock, thick purple veins are bulging. She’s going to cum. She’s going to cum without even fucking you.
“You have… a lot to learn,” grunts Twilight, “about being a proper mare…” And then she comes. Her first glob of cum hits you in the face like a water balloon, smacking you backward before the surface tension breaks and it splatters on your face. Instantly, cum is all over you, in your hair, on your face, all the way down your pretty purple dress. And soon another rope of cum hits you, and another. Glazing your face, drenching your dress, soaking your body. You drink up as much as you can, and you let the rest of it coat your body.
A less refined mare than yourself might look at herself, covered in cum, and think that her pretty hair and her pretty dress had been ruined. But you know that being loved makes you beautiful, and at this moment you are surrounded by love. Twilight’s love is erupting from the tip of her massive marecock and saturating your body with absolute perfection. To have it inside you is the best feeling in the world, but this is a close second.
As Twilight’s climax peters out to a relative trickle, you hear more moans from all around you, and a few heavy splatters hit your backside. The crowd, pleasuring themselves all around you, are starting to cum, and a few mare loads are making it far enough to hit your already-soaking body. You recognize the pre-climax grunts of Victory, and a moment later you feel her load smack into your butt, the liquid splattering against the back of your panties.
You feel your body being lifted up, and although your eyes are closed you can tell that you’re being levitated. Something warm and wet drags its way across your face, a tongue that’s bigger and stronger than most. You open your eyes to see Twilight, having just licked her cum from your face, swallowing it with a smile.
“It’s so great to see you again!” she says, smiling widely, totally dropping the gruff act. “I have so much planned!” She levitates you to her face, bringing you in for a kiss. Her mouth envelops yours, and her tongue parts your lips, circling and swirling inside your mouth. Your cum-soaked body slaps against her chest, leaving a thick white splatter on her bare breasts. Her thick, strong arms embrace you, hugging you to her chest. Her fingers explore your cum-swollen body, pressing into the soft flesh of your belly, creeping under your skirt to squeeze your bottom and grope your cock.
Without removing your panties, Twilight runs one finger along the length of your asscrack, teasing your bottom. With her other hand, she strokes up and down the shaft of your hard cock. You didn’t get to cum while you were sucking her off, but she clearly intends to finish you off now. Feeling her touch, you can’t help but think about how small your human cock is, compared to hers. How precious, how delicate your penis must feel to her. How feminine-
You cum, shooting your load into your frilly panties.
Finally, Twilight releases you, levitating you a couple feet away so that the two of you can look each other in the eyes
“It’s good to see you too, Twilight…”
You let yourself sink into the bathtub until the bubbles are up to your chin. You were never big on bubble baths back on Earth, but you’ve grown accustomed to them ever since you started working under Celestia. The sun princess actively deprives you of all but the most feminine comforts, wherever possible: back in Canterlot, everything in your bedroom is frilly or pastel or feather-light. And of course, all your baths are bubble baths, scented with floral oils.
And Twilight must have gotten the memo, because she prepared exactly the same thing here in her castle. The circular tub is a little smaller than the one you and Celestia sometimes share, but it’s still alicorn-sized, which makes it much more than sufficient for a human. The bathroom as a whole is pretty luxurious too, with sinks and fixtures made of crystal, and a makeup table arrayed with fancy-looking products.
You spend a while just letting your body relax and return to its normal proportions, watching Victory’s load disappear as your belly shrinks. Victory didn’t stick around - her job is still back at the castle - but there’s more than enough mares to keep you busy in Ponyville.
As you step out of the tub and dry off, you finally take notice of the outfit that Twilight hung on the inside of the bathroom door. It’s a French maid outfit, with lavender taking the place of the traditional black. The skirt is dangerously short, clearly intended to expose your panties at every opportunity, and there’s a pair of high heels sitting by the door. Celestia never had the idea to put you in heels - maybe because shoes aren’t actually that common in Futaquestria - but now there are five-inch heels set out for you.
The maid outfit, of course, is your only option. The dress you wore when you sucked Twilight’s cock was drenched in cum, and in any case it’s no longer around; Twilight took it away to be cleaned. You dress yourself, first slipping on the sheer purple panties. They’re all but invisible, ensuring that any mare that looks at your butt will get a good look at the tantalizing crack of your ass.
Next you slip the stockings onto your hairless legs. Celestia cast a depilatory spell on you some time ago, ensuring that your body never grows hair in any spots that would be un-feminine, so your legs are smooth and girlish. You pull on the maid outfit, and spend a moment admiring yourself in the mirror on the door - but then the mirror swings aside as the door opens.
“Ohhh my gosh,” gasps Twilight, her eight-foot-tall body dominating the doorframe. She’s nude again, and her cock rises as she lays eyes on you. “You look so good! You’re going to be the prettiest little housekeeper a princess could ask for!” Then she tilts her head, giving you an evaluating look. “But your face is a little, hmmm… plain… How about I help you with your makeup?”
Twilight leads you to the makeup table and takes a seat at the chair in front of it. Like most furniture in the castle, the chair is a sort of compromise between normal height and alicorn height; it’s large enough that Twilight seems comfortable on it, but small enough that her wide purple butt hangs off both sides. She pats her thigh, shooting you a smile, and then helps you climb onto her laps.
You sigh as your body settles into Twilight’s. Her thick thigh is warm underneath you, and her tits are a soft cushion for your head. And she’s so big. You’re so lucky to know two alicorns who love you; a normal-sized pony could never make you feel so small. Sitting on the lap of a big, powerful pony makes you feel so petite, so perfectly feminine. And right beside you, your dickmare husband’s cock is rising, its flesh bulging with veins, its tip beginning to leak.
“Today you’re going to be a homemaker, darling,” says Twilight. “I know you want to be pretty for me. I know you want to be the best mare you can be… so I’m going to help you.”
You hear Twilight’s magic firing up, and then an aura envelops your hands. You feel your arms moving without your volition, guided by Twilight, moving in a way that feels oddly natural. “First, the concealer,” says Twilight, moving your hands toward a flat, circular jar. Twilight uses your hands to unscrew it, then to grab a brush and apply the powder to your face. “We use it to cover blemishes. Doesn’t that look nice?”
“Yes,” you say, looking at yourself in the mirror. “Thank you, Twilight.”
“You’re welcome!” she says. “But we’re just getting started! Celestia’s going to be very pleased to see you once you’re properly made up… makeup isn’t so common for ponies, so I’m not surprised Celestia didn’t think of it. But for a mare without fur on her face, there’s so much potential!” Twilight squeals a little, and guides your hands towards the foundation.
You and Twilight move on through several steps. Blush, mascara, eyeshadow… with each step, you look more and more like a lovely mare maid. And Twilight’s body seems to agree. Her cock, fully hard and standing upright beside you, leaks more and more pre as she works. From time to time it spits a thick glob that lands on the makeup table, knocking brushes and little jars aside.
“You’re doing so good!” says Twilight, making your hands twist the lipstick tube. “Some people instinctively fight back against muscular control spells, even if they agree to them beforehand. But you… well, you know that your big dickmare husband knows what’s best for you.”
Still wrapped in Twilight’s aura, your hands expertly apply the cherry-red lipstick. “There!” she says. “We’re going to do this every day, and before long you’ll have the muscle memory to pretty yourself up for me! Mmm, just look at you…” She strokes the base of her cock as her aura dissipates.
You look at yourself in the mirror, finally taking in your whole face now that your hands aren’t in the way. Between the maid outfit and the makeup, you’ve never looked girlier than you do right now. You feel your chest tighten with the same confused emotions you felt when Celestia first put a dress on you and fucked your ass. There’s still that wonderful sense of helpless humiliation when you’re transformed into a pretty little mare by someone who makes all your choices for you.
Twilight sets you down on the floor and stands from her seat. “All right,” she says, “That’s enough hand-holding for a little while. It’s time for you to do something for me. There’s cleaning supplies for you in the throne room, and a big crystal table for you to clean.” She walks out of the room, closing the door behind her.
You walk to the door and look at the high heels beside it. You’re nervous about trying them on - you’ve never tried to walk in heels before - but you know Twilight wants you in them, and that’s reason enough. You slip yourself into them, and find them surprisingly comfortable. They’re certainly your size, and there’s no denying that there’s a thrill in wearing them.
Carefully, unsteadily, you walk through the door and click your way down the crystal hallway. You manage fairly well - you don’t fall over, at least - but your progress is frustratingly slow. Luckily, you know the way to the throne room, and you make your way there promptly.
You sigh when you see the size of the crystal table. You’re cleaning the whole thing, apparently. There’s a cart by the door with a few rags and a spray bottle of daisy-scented “crystal cleaner” on top of it, so you wheel it to the table and get to work.
The odd thing is, Twilight’s not here. Making you dress as a maid and clean her home is plenty emasculating, you suppose, even if she’s not around… but you were expecting her to watch.You start spraying and wiping the table in front of Twilight’s throne, quickly getting into the rhythm of the work. Cleaning is nice, actually; Canterlot Castle has professional maids, so you’d gotten out of the habit of doing it yourself. But it’s nice.
But your meditative state is interrupted by the sound of double doors getting thrown open. You turn your head and see Twilight standing in the doorway - but it’s not just her. Starlight Glimmer, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash walk in after her - all nude, of course.
“Hoo-ee!” says Applejack. “Who’s this pretty little thing?”
Rainbow Dash is a little more bold. She walks right up to you, her cock growing from her sheath as she approaches, and sticks her hand right under your dress. “Ooh,” she says, “I recognize that cute little human cock. This is the little human mare we said goodbye to a few weeks back. But she’s so much prettier now… I guess this is what Canterlot castle living does for a girl, huh?” She takes your hand off your crotch, grinning.
“Actually, I’m the one who gave her this new look,” says Twilight. “I’m her husband while she’s here, and I want her as pretty as possible… especially when I have company over.” She tilts her head, giving you a disapproving look. “So you’re not finished yet?” she says. “Well, I want that table cleaned, so I guess the girls and I will just have to play around you.”
Even if you’d sprinted to the throne room - which wasn’t an option, in these heels - you couldn’t have possibly finished cleaning the table. It’s clear that Twilight intended for this to happen. “Okay,” you say. “What are you playing?”
“Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart,” says Twilight, as the girls take their seats. “It’s dickmare stuff. Not anything a sweet little mare like you should fret about.”
You go back to wiping down the table, trying to get a sense of what sort of game they’re playing. Starlight deals out some cards, none of which look familiar to you, and they each take turns laying down cards, gaining “points” by some set of rules you can’t discern. If it’s the equivalent of an Earth card game, it’s not one you’re familiar with.
You feel the ponies’ eyes on you as you work, and you can’t resist the urge to perform for them. You lean in over the table, so that your short skirt lifts and exposes your butt - and since your panties are nearly transparent, you know they can see your asscheeks clearly.
“Damn,” says Rainbow Dash. “Hey Twilight, someone’s gotta say it: your wife’s a real hot piece of ass!”
This gets a laugh from Applejack. “Well, as long as we’re bein’ real honest, Twi, I gotta say I wouldn’t mind givin’ yer human mare a ride on my big ol’ horsecock.”
“Yeah,” agrees Starlight Glimmer. “I gotta say, Twilight, you landed a hell of a wife. If you’re ever not feeling up to your ‘husbandly duties,” feel free to sent that little firecracker to my bedroom. I’ll give her what she needs.”
“Girls,” says Twilight, laying a card down on the table, “You can’t just talk about a dickmare’s wife like she’s not in the room. If you want to fuck my pretty little wifey, you tell her that yourself.”
“All right,” says Rainbow Dash. “Hey sexy, why don’t you come over here? I think I see I little dust on the table…” You look up and come over, almost stumbling as you approach, and you spray and wipe the table near where Dash is sitting, leaning over so that your ass is in the air. And you whimper as you feel a hand smack your ass, leaving a stinging sensation on your nearly-bare cheeks.
“Mmm, that’s a fine ass,” says Dash. “Makes my big blue cock nice and hard. You know, you and me never got to know each other that well… and I never saw what a pretty mare you were. I’d love to get acquainted with that tight little human butt.”
“I’d… have to ask Twilight about it,” you say, and you yelp again as Dash grabs your butt as squeezes. She doesn’t let go, kneading and massaging the flesh as your cock strains against your panties.
“Hey, c’mon over here, darlin’,” says Applejack. Dash releases you, and you click over to Applejack, who pats her thigh as you approach. You know what that means, and you take a seat on her lap.
“Mm, good girl,” she says. “I bet Twilight’s real good to ya, huh?” you feel her cock pressing into your ass, twitching underneath you. “A mare like you needs a real solid dickin’ on the regular, I reckon. Lotsa cum fillin’ up yer belly. Lotta cock spreadin’ those girly little buttcheeks.”
“Yeah,” you say. “She’s good to me.”
Applejack pulls you closer, so that her cock is poking up between your legs, and she rolls her hips so that her shaft rubs against yours. “Well if you’re ever lonely,” she says, “Just call on yer old friend Applejack, all right? I know how to treat a mare. I might not have as many feet of cock as Princess Twilight, but what I got, I know how to use.”
She lets you go, and you stand up. You look at Starlight, expecting her to call you over next, but she just looks at you and smiles - and then her horn starts to glow. You double over, whimpering, as magical force envelops your cock and balls, stroking them up and down with a nimbleness that fingers could never manage. And you cry out, hitting a pitch so high that is surprises you, when you feel something in your ass. It’s more magic, you have to assume - but it feels like a dildo -
No, a vibrator. It’s silent, but you feel it thrumming in your ass, thumping against your prostate, making your cock stain your panties with pre. You look to Starlight, who keeps a casual expression on her face. “Aren’t you supposed to be cleaning?” she says.
You start to go back to your work, with magical fingers still working over your cock and a magical vibrator still in your ass. You’re unsteady in your high heels already, but now you’re quivering, your hands shaking as you spray the cleaner on the crystal surface. And as soon as you place the cloth on the table, the vibrator doubles in intensity. You whine pitifully, trying to wipe down the table as your body quakes.
“I think I see some dirt towards the middle of the table,” sys Starlight. “Why don’t you climb on up there, sweetheart?”
You climb onto the table, crawling on your hands and knees toward the spot Starlight indicated, your limbs barely holding you up as the vibrator in your ass once again ramps up its intensity. You’re not sure if the magical vibrator is even visible, but if it is, all the dickmares in the room can see it. Thanks to your hands-and-knees posture, your quivering ass is on full display, your skirt nowhere near long enough to cover it.
“It doesn’t look like your wife is too focused on her job,” says Starlight. “I think she needs what only her husband can give her.”
“What the hell, I was losing anyway,” says Twilight, throwing down her cards. “Sorry girls, but you know how mares are. When they need it, they need it.” She grabs you with her magical aura - and at the same time, the vibrator in your ass vanishes, along with the magical fingers that were touching your cock. Twilight drags you towards her, bringing your ass to the edge of the table, and stands up.
You feel her fingers pull your panties down to your knees, and the flared, dripping tip of her horsecock prods the crack of your ass. “You still have a long way to go, sweetie,” says Twilight, “but I can tell you’re trying. I wouldn’t be much of a husband if I didn’t see that and appreciate it. So I’m going to give you what you need.”
“Thank you,” you whisper. You do need it. You need it so much.
Twilight pushes herself into you, effortlessly opening you wide. You groan, feeling your pucker stretch around her, feeling your cheeks part around her wide cockhead. Twilight is generous with her cock, sinking the first foot of her immense length into you with one smooth, confident stroke. There’s just nothing in the world like alicorn cock. Nothing else is so wonderfully thick and long and smooth in your asshole.
This is what it means to be a mare, you think to yourself. To be penetrated, to be a vessel that brings pleasure to the big, powerful cocks of lovely, loving dickmares. Every inch of cock is a poem, every thrust a love song written in hot, engorged flesh.
“”Ohh, she’s tight,” moans Twilight, gently moving her hips, thrusting a few inches in and out of you. “Oh, she’s perfect. Starlight, get in front of her… tell me what you think of her makeup…”
Starlight climbs onto the table and kneels in front of you, lifting your chin to inspect your face. “Ooh, you’re pretty,” she says. “I particularly like the lipstick… I think that shade of red would look wonderful on my balls…”
She releases your head and scoots forward, pulling her lavender ballsack within kissing distance. You lean in, planting a long kiss on her dangling nuts, leaving a cherry-red mark on their surface. You go in for another kiss, and another, coating Starlight’s sack in lip marks as Twilight humps your ass. Then you kiss her shaft, working your way from the base to the tip until you open your mouth wide and take in the head.
Once Starlight is in your mouth, she starts to buck her hips, and now you’re being fucked from both sides. Starlight is “only” twelve inches or so, so your mouth doesn’t have to stretch in the same way your ass does… but your throat opens right up, its tight walls embracing Starlight’s massive member as she fucks your mouth. Thanks to Futaquestrian magic, your gag reflex disappears as soon as a cock enters your mouth, making your throat an orifice built for pure pleasure.
Glancing back, you see Rainbow Dash bouncing in Applejack’s lap. You don’t have enough holes to satisfy all of them - although at this moment you desperately wish you did - but it looks like they’re having a good time watching you. Applejack is giving Dash a reacharound, stroking her sky-blue cock and aiming it in your direction.
“Oh, you’re a good mare,” moans Twilight, gripping your ass on both sides as she starts to fuck you harder. “Good mare… pretty mare… tight little mare…” There’s two feet of purple meat in your ass now, pumping in and out of you, stroking in slick inner walls. “Your big dickmare husband is going to give you everything you need, baby… fill your ass… tell you you’re beautiful… force you down on your hands and knees like a good girl…”
Your balls are tightening, your cock twitching with every thrust. You can already feel your belly starting to swell; Twilight’s cock has been pumping pre into you the whole time, and while it doesn’t compare to the size of her real load, it’s already started to bloat you.
“I’m close, sweetheart,” moans Twilight. “Your husband loves you, baby. Twilight loves you, I want you to feel my love, I want to give it to my pretty little mare…”
You beat Twilight to climax, shooting your load onto the smooth crystal surface of the table, groaning around Starlight’s thrusting member. Your ass clenches as you shoot, hugging Twilight’s cock, and you feel her start to twitch harder, her cock bucking with power that only an alicorn’s body is capable of. The princess shoots her load deep inside you, giving you a belly-filling blast of alicorn jizz. Her orgasm is every bit as powerful as Celestia’s, shooting her spunk so hard that it almost hurts - but it’s so, so worth it to be full of her liquid love.
After the first shot of cum, your belly hits the floor. With the next, your body begins to lose its shape, your torso becoming a sloshing waterbed of cum. You suck harder at Starlight’s cock, tickling the tip with your tongue, reaching up one hand to stroke her lipstick-covered ballsack. You’re hungry for cum, and even an alicorn’s load isn’t enough, even when it’s turning you into a sloshing human blob. You feel a thick splatter land on your wide, inflated ass; that must be Rainbow Dash’s climax, and while it’s not going inside you, you’re grateful for all the cum you can get.
Starlight comes inside you, shooting her spunk straight down your throat, adding her own serving of cum to the tremendous, hot load that Twilight is filling your ass with. Your body expands in all directions, inflating with marecum, and your maid’s outfit grows along with you.
You’ve never felt prettier. You started as a petite, submissive maid, and your dickmare husband filled you with her love. You pleased her, and she rewarded you by turning you into a vessel for her warm, wonderful load. She’s all the way inside you now - your body is more than big enough for a three foot cock.
Starlight is no alicorn, and her climax comes to an end first. She pulls out, her cock leaving a mouthful of sweet, musky cum in your mouth on its way out of your throat. Twilight’s balls offer up their last few gallons, and then she too pulls out. Three feet of thick pony dick get dragged out of you all at once, and you groan helplessly, your limbs writhing.
Twilight rests against your body, making it shake like gelatin. It feels strange to be bigger than her, but it also feels indescribably good. “This was a good first day, darling,” says Twilight, stroking your cumflated belly. “We’re going to make the most of every day… and Celestia’s going to be amazed by the mare she gets back.”
