Futaquestria Gaiden: A Position on Celestia's Staff

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.”