120 Days of Blueblood

“True happiness lies in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.”

― Marquis de Sade

Night had fallen on Canterlot Castle and the orgy had finally concluded. By this point, the collective balls of all the guards had been thoroughly drained. For the last half hour, all of them had been jizzing dust. Most participants were struggling to find the strength to stand on their weakened and shaky limbs.

The floor of the throne room was covered with a layer of various bodily excretions. Semen, blood, shit, piss and vomit all commingled into a carpet of carnal crud. At the conclusion of the orgy, all participants, whether raped or consenting, were splattered with these fluids.

Some of the more shameless mares were still rolling around in their own filth. They were curious as to where the prince had disappeared to and also desired to know if he was pleased by their fornications.

“I am willing to continue debasing myself until the prince chooses me for his bride,” the baker’s wife said, as a deluge of cum and wet shit dripped from her flabby frame.

Celestia was pleased by the perversity of her peons.

“Our faithful subjects,” Celestia said, wiping a joyful tear from her eye, “While we cannot speak for our nephew, we can assure thee that thy carnal display hath greatly pleased us. Rest assured that there is indeed a place for all of thee in the castle.”

Some of the mares looked at each other, confused.

“So, do all of us get to marry the prince and live extravagant lives of luxury and excess?” the gray-coated musician asked. Celestia and Luna smiled at her naivety.

“Don’t be silly,” Luna said, shaking her head, “You will all simply by prisoners in our rape dungeon.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, the royal guards stood at attention. In spite of their physical exhaustion, the guards led all orgy participants to the castle dungeons. The mares and fillies began to sob and begged the princesses to release them.

“I want my mama!” the lisping filly said with a sob. She had a black eye as a result of not sucking a guard’s cock when it was presented to her. Her nose was bleeding and her vagina was badly bruised. The sticky seed of six different stallions oozed from her raw slit and left a trail as she limped towards the dungeon.

For some of the raped mares, their bodies were too battered and broken to move on their own. Those who were still conscious wept as their beaten and violated bodies were levitated by the unicorn guards’ magic.

All the occupants of the rape dungeon would be nourished and restored to health. Once their bodies had recovered, they would be raped repeatedly by the guards and libertine nobility for the rest of their miserable lives.

Once the guards had left with their prisoners, Celestia and Luna found themselves alone in the throne room.

“Well, that certainly was enjoyable,” Celestia said, “Although we can’t help but wonder where our nephew ran off to. He missed one exquisite orgy.”

“His loss,” Luna said, “The youth of today have no respect for classic forms of entertainment.”

“Indeed,” Celestia said, “Shall we retire to our bedchambers?”

“We thought you would never ask,” Luna said.

As Blueblood led his bride through the castle, he was cautious to avoid the throne room. He knew the state of disrepair it would be in following the orgy, and wanted to make a good first impression.

Instead of the throne room, the prince headed for Celestia and Luna’s bedroom. He would waste no more time on his quest for immortality. Now that he had his future bride, they would be wed tonight.

Blueblood burst into his aunts’ room without knocking. Luna was sitting on a plush pillow with her hind legs wrapped around Celestia’s neck. Luna cooed with delight as Celestia lapped at the fluids gushing from her sister’s pussy. Celestia had just begun nibbling on Luna’s bawdy bitch button, when Blueblood stormed into the room.

Celestia was so surprised by the interruption that she forcibly bit down on her sister’s clitoris, which caused Luna to shriek in pain and quickly cover her privates with her forehooves.

“By Cerberus’ nine balls!” Luna shouted, painfully.

Celestia raised her head and looked at her nephew, slightly annoyed. Her lips were still dripping with her sister’s juices. Luna continued screaming obscenities as she applied pressure to her swollen pleasure nub.

Blueblood’s bride stared horrified by what she saw. Celestia and Luna, whom she loved and revered like Goddesses, were engaged in an incestuous relationship. She was too stunned to move. When Celestia looked in her direction, the bride retreated a half step and hid her face behind her massive mane.

“Blueblood, thou knowest better than to interrupt us when we are sapphically-servicing our sister,” Celestia said, as she glared angrily at her nephew, “If you’re wishing to join us, you’ll simply have to wait your turn.”

It was only then that Celestia noticed the quivering mare standing beside Prince Blueblood.

“Why, she’s shaking like a leaf,” Celestia said, as her eyes narrowed, “Nephew, who is this?”

“My future bride,” Blueblood said with a satisfied smile, “We can be wed tonight, with your help.”

Celestia’s expression immediately changed from stern disapproval to immense joy.

“Well, despoil our derriere with a denticulated dildo!” Celestia said, surprised, “Our nephew has finally chosen himself a wife.”

Celestia scrutinized Fluttershy, as though silently passing judgment regarding her worthiness to marry Blueblood.

Luna had finally recovered from her injury and walked sullenly over to the groundskeeper to inspect her.

“Well, she’s not much to look at, is she?” Luna said, dismissively, “Doest thou genuinely believe this groveling guttersnipe can endure the rigors of a libertine lifestyle? We wager she shan’t last the night.”

“What is thy name, child?” Celestia asked, sweetly.

The groundskeeper stood there trembling. She didn’t acknowledge Celestia’s question. All she could think about was her garden and animals. She would’ve tried to run, but she was too afraid to move. Even if she had attempted an escape, the groundskeeper knew she was no match for ancient alicorn magic. The libertines would do as they pleased with her.

“She is a mute,” Blueblood said, as he placed a forehoof on her back and pulled her close, “Her only means of expression is through gesture.” Celestia and Luna exchanged doubtful looks.

“That simply won’t do,” Luna said, as an evil smile graced her lips, “A proper bride must have a proper voice.”

Luna used her magic and caused a small, square jewelry box to materialize. Without saying a word, Luna levitated the box over to Blueblood’s bride. Compelled by curiosity, the groundskeeper opened her eyes and forced herself to look inside the box as it was opened.

The jewelry case contained a small silver bell. When Blueblood used his magic to levitate it out of the box, it made a jingling sound. The bride noticed that the bell was attached to a two-inch long chain. At the far end of the chain was a metal ring.

“This is the ‘Bell of Paradise,’” Luna said, as Blueblood levitated it before his bride, “Now, be an obedient bride and stick out your tongue.”

The groundskeeper grew increasingly nervous. She closed her eyes and kept her mouth shut. Celestia used her magical aura to force the bride’s mouth open and made her tongue stick out. As Blueblood brought the bell closer, his bride attempted to close her mouth, but her tongue was kept still by Celestia’s magic.

The groundskeeper’s eyes darted about the ornate bedroom. She hoped in vain for somepony to save her, but no help came. With her head immobilized by magic, she began to cry salty tears.

Blueblood brought the small, metal ring to the tip of her tongue and held it there for a moment. He could see the fear in her eyes and relished in her misery. The groundskeeper pleaded with her eyes to be released, but it was to no avail. She gasped as the curved metal spike pierced her tongue. The ring held secure in her flesh and caused her eyes to grow wide with shock. She could taste her own blood. There were no attempts to spare her any pain. Blueblood seemed intent to cause his bride as much discomfort as possible.

When the groundskeeper was allowed to close her mouth, the small silver chain hung out of her lips. The bell of paradise dangled just below her chin and jingled whenever she moved her head. The bride wept silently from the pain and humiliation of her fresh piercing. As she shook from sorrow, the bell jingled happily; mocking her pain.

“Now my bride has a proper voice,” Blueblood said, proudly, “Wherever she goes, all shall hear her approach.”

As she sat in utter misery, the groundskeeper could feel her fresh piercing clinking as the ring and tiny chain rubbed against her teeth. She ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth, but stopped when it caused her further discomfort. She retracted her tongue to the center of her mouth, so as to keep the metal ring from pressing against her teeth. This caused more links of the chain to slide past her lips. Her teeth bit down on the small chain in frustration.

The bride felt herself shrink before the stony gaze of Celestia, who circled the groundskeeper and stopped when she was right behind her.

“Nephew, hold your bride down,” Celestia said, “We wish to inspect her in preparation for your consummation.”

Before the groundskeeper could react, Blueblood put a forehoof behind her head and pressed her face into his lap. The odor of Blueblood’s unwashed genitals caused her to retch. Her nose was pressed against his sweaty sack. Any other mare would’ve taken advantage of her position and enacted revenge by biting down hard on Blueblood’s balls.

The prince knew that the groundskeeper posed no threat to him. He could sense that she was so timid and gentle, that she wouldn’t fight back. He played with her pink mane and stroked it with his forehooves.

“You may be a doormat now,” Blueblood thought, “but after your training, other ponies shall tremble beneath your indomitable will. You shall be my magnum opus.”

The bride made a silent gasp as she felt Celestia’s hot breath on her rear. Celestia sniffed lustfully at the groundskeeper’s ass. The bride cringed as she felt Celestia’s warm, wet tongue licking the fear-induced sweat from her yellow butt cheeks.

Sticking her tongue into the groove, Celestia began to press her tongue against the bride’s sphincter. After several failed attempts to gain entrance, Celestia lifted up her head; thoroughly impressed.

“By Discord’s bifurcated beaver basher!” Celestia exclaimed, “Her asshole is so tight, we’d wager that her excrement must be no bigger than a speck of dust!”

“Anal virginity is a condition which our nephew shall soon relieve her of,” Luna said, sinisterly, “The satin sheets of their honeymoon suite shall surely run red from her rectal reaming.”

“Indeed,” Celestia said, as she stared lustfully at the groundskeeper’s obstinate orifice, “Since her ass has been inspected and proven virginal, we must certify it with the seal of sodomy!”

Luna was already prepared and trotted over to Celestia while levitating a large red candle. Even though Blueblood was holding her head down, the bride managed to catch a glimpse of the large candle and grew fearful as to what the princesses planned to do with that. Luna smiled as she made eye contact with the petrified pegasus.

“Fear not,” Luna said, “We have no intentions of sodomizing you with this candle. That pleasure shall be reserved for your future husband.” Luna’s words did nothing to alleviate the bride’s fears.

Celestia used her magical aura to take the lit candle from her sister. She levitated the candle over the groundskeeper’s ass. She could feel the uncomfortable warmth dangerously close to her tail.

“The seal of sodomy is an indication that you have saved your first embuggering for your husband,” Celestia said, “Now hold still and try not to wiggle.”

Taking careful aim, Celestia allowed the hot candle wax to drip onto the bride’s exposed rear entrance. Her body shook as the wax burned her anus. She opened her mouth and silently screamed in pain. Her agony did not go unnoticed by her husband. The groundskeeper could feel Blueblood’s stallionhood sliding out of its sheath. It felt warm pressed against the side of her face.

Watching his bride’s anal passage being sealed with hot wax caused sticky precum to drip from Blueblood’s hardening shaft. He could feel her anguished tears land softly upon his ballsack.

Celestia adjusted the bride’s bottom so that it was sticking straight up in the air. A small puddle of hot melted wax covered her sphincter.

“Quickly,” Celestia said to her nephew, “before the wax fully congeals, monogram the seal of sodomy and claim her ass for yourself.”

Blueblood glanced down at the horseshoe on his right forehoof. At the toe of the horseshoe, there was a small, ornately-designed backwards letter “B.” Blueblood used this hoof to seal letters or sign official documents.

Following his aunt’s commands, Blueblood stood and trotted behind his bride. The red wax was just beginning to harden. Blueblood placed his right forehoof in between his bride’s butt cheeks and pressed the toe of his horseshoe into the wax.

When Blueblood pulled his hoof back, the wax seal over his bride’s anus was emblazoned with a bold letter “B;” signifying to all the world that her ass was his.

The groundskeeper covered her face with her hooves and wept bitterly. She just wanted to awaken from this hellish nightmare and return to the simple pleasures of her garden. She felt as though she was being punished for desiring a life beyond her lowly station of groundskeeper. She deeply regretted every moment she had spent longing for the intimate caress of Prince Blueblood. She realized too late that the kind and romantic stallion of her dreams was the antithesis of reality.

“Why so despondent, my little rosebud?” Blueblood said, in mock innocence, “Do you fear damnation?”

The groundskeeper shut her eyes and gave a defeated nod.

“Weep not, for you are not damned,” Blueblood said to his bride, “Damnation is simply a lack of progression. All those who impose moral restraints are damning themselves. They stifle their lusts and deny themselves pleasure. Sex is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the others. Only those who fully-embrace libertine ideals can truly find salvation.”

The groundskeeper would’ve rather been tortured some more than listen to Blueblood speak. His once sweet words were poison to her now. His sincerity and calm demeanor were the most unsettling aspects of this scenario.

As Blueblood stared at his quivering bride, Celestia excused herself to gather the next part of the wedding ceremony. Luna approached the bride and lifted her head; forcing her to stand. The bell of paradise jingled as she stood there trembling before Luna. The wax had hardened around her anus and clung stubbornly to the groove between her cheeks.

The groundskeeper’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. Luna derived great pleasure in lapping up the tears of her victims. She leaned in and ran her tongue along the side of the bride’s face.

The groundskeeper stood there, shivering with fear and self-loathing. Her sensitive tongue throbbed due to her fresh piercing and her asshole stung from the hot wax. She pressed her wings tightly against her sides. She wished she could shrink herself invisible. She wrestled with her own fears as she tried desperately to summon what little courage she possessed and use it to concoct a plan of escape, but her captors had other plans in mind.

“You look lovely,” Luna said, as she fawned over the weeping bride.

“Exquisite,” Celestia added as she returned from her momentary absence.

Princess Celestia levitated a small tray over to the bride. Two rings rested upon it. One was too large to fit around a unicorn’s horn, while the other ring was a small piercing.

“Now is the time to exchange wedding rings,” Celestia said, to the bride, “Open your mouth and receive your husband’s ring, so that you may present it to him.”

The bride grit her teeth shut, which caused her to bite down on the silver chain protruding from her lips. In the end, her efforts were no match for ancient alicorn magic.

“You must open your mouth wide, or else it will not fit,” Luna said, encouragingly.

Using her magic, Celestia forced the groundskeeper’s trembling maw open. The large ring was then inserted passed her lips.

The bride tried to bite down, but the gold ring forced her mouth to remain open in an obscene ‘O’ shape. The ring forced the silver chain in her mouth to press against the inside of her bottom lip, which caused additional discomfort.

The destined location of her husband’s ring became all too apparent when his hard cock came into view. When fully aroused, Blueblood’s erect stallionhood was three times longer than in its flaccid state. His musk was overwhelming. Blueblood’s bride was hypnotized by his sweaty, musculocavernous member. Thick veins pumped blood into the prince’s throbbing choad as a bead of precum glistened from the tip.

“He is ready,” Celestia said, as she whispered into the bride’s ear, “Render unto your husband his ring.”

The groundskeeper’s heart beat fast in her chest. She was powerless to resist Blueblood as he put his forehooves around her head and slowly forced his shaft into her mouth.

In spite of her growing desire to bite down, the cock ring prevented her from doing so. She felt his warm knob slide pass the ring and across her tongue. She took the first half of Blueblood’s cock, while trying her best not to gag.

Blueblood enjoyed the warm wetness of her throat. He could feel the silver piercing in her tongue rubbing against the underside of his shaft. Tugging and jostling her fresh tongue ring caused the groundskeeper severe pain.

The room was filled with loud slurping and sucking sounds as Blueblood continued pistoning his bride’s throat. The bell of paradise jingled erratically from the frantic pace.

The groundskeeper had never been intimate with another pony before, although she hardly considered what she was being forced to do as intimate; especially with Blueblood’s aunts watching and critiquing her performance. She didn’t know how to process the myriad conflicting emotions occurring within her body.

“Hurry up and take him to the root already,” Luna said, impatiently, “We’ll be here all night at the rate you’re going.”

As much as the groundskeeper hated to admit it, Prince Blueblood’s musk was making her wet. A small pearl of mare lube poked out from within her tiny slit. Her undesired arousal did not go unnoticed by the royal sisters.

“It would seem you are already becoming wet,” Celestia remarked, “Does the mere act of performing fellatio excite you so?”

“Considering her inability to speak, she’s probably grateful to finally have something useful to do with her mouth,” Luna said, coldly.

The bride’s eyes went wide as she she gagged. Drool dripped down her chin. Even though she was ashamed to be sucking Blueblood’s cock, she was unable to conceal her arousal. Her clit began to swell as Blueblood slid his stallionhood further down her spit-slickened throat.

“Her leaking desire is a sign of how desperate she is for your cock, nephew,” Celestia said, as she stared, transfixed, at the groundskeeper’s swollen clitoris, “Her whorish libedo will make attaching her ring all the easier.”

A thick band of flesh formed halfway down the length of Blueblood’s shaft, which was known as a phimotic ring. The groundskeeper paused, as the increased thickness was having difficulties passing through the gold ring. Blueblood winced as he forced the second half of his shaft passed the gold ring and down his bride’s gullet. She sputtered and choked as her throat swelled from the humongous horsecock tickling her tonsils. The bell of paradise danced about while making happy jingling sounds.

The groundskeeper’s body convulsed from lack of oxygen. Her lungs cried out for air as she sputtered and twitched. Blueblood reveled in the obscene sounds of his bride choking on his choad.

“Almost there...” Blueblood said, as he forced her lips down to the root of his member.

The groundskeeper’s vision had become hazy. For a moment, she thought she would pass out, but she was not so lucky. She felt her nose brush against Blueblood’s crotch. The schlong down her throat meant that breathing wasn’t an option at the moment. Her face started to change color from lack of oxygen.

Just before she fainted, Blueblood removed his cock from her mouth. A saliva-soaked gold ring fit snuggly around the root of his shaft. Celestia used magic to tighten the ring, which would allow him to maintain an erection for hours.

Blueblood’s bride slumped to the floor and took deep breaths. The bell of paradise kept jingling as she drooled a mix of her own saliva and the prince’s precum onto the ground. She coughed as her body shook in revulsion.

The groundskeeper closed her eyes and wallowed in sorrow and self-pity. She was ashamed for allowing herself to become aroused from performing such an obscene act. She longed for love; not unbridled lust. The royal sisters leaned in close to inspect the groundskeeper’s dripping yellow pussy.

“You must really glean pleasure from abusing your body,” Luna said, “Admit it. Thou art a masochist who enjoys being punished.”

The bride began to cry and vehemently shook her head, which caused the bell to jingle.

“Thy head says no, but thy lower lubricated lips betray thee,” Celestia said, “Your cunt cries out to be deflowered.”

“All in good time,” Blueblood said, menacingly, “First, I must present her with my ring.”

The groundskeeper was quivering in a puddle of her own drool as Blueblood used his magic to unceremoniously flip her onto her back. The bride’s legs were splayed, revealing her moist slit and swollen clit. Blueblood paused for a moment to admire the beauty of his virgin bride.

“The most beautiful rosebud in the Canterlot garden is mine for the plucking,” Blueblood said, poetically.

As he brought the clit ring nearer to her privates, the groundskeeer squirmed and tried to run, but Celestia and Luna silently glided over to her like windigos and held her down.

Luna played with the bride’s bell of paradise by patting it around with her forehoof; like a cat playing with a mouse. The groundskeeper tried in vain to close her legs, but Celestia and Luna held them open; giving Blueblood a clear view of his prize.

“Stop fidgeting,” Blueblood scolded, “Exchanging rings requires precision.”

The bride was sobbing uncontrollably as Blueblood stared at his bride’s nethers. He saw her pink tail pressed against the ground, like a carpet which had been rolled out for him. Above that that, was her red wax seal of sodomy. Above that, was her exposed clitoris and dripping slit.

Parting her vaginal veil, Blueblood peered inside and inspected her warm, sticky folds. His heart skipped a beat as he was greeted with a most welcome surprize.

“A virgin!” Blueblood said, eagerly, “My bride has saved herself for her prince.”

Blueblood had merely presumed that she was a virgin before, but this confirmed it. The mare’s hymen was meticulously preserved. A thin membrane ring lined the inner walls of her vagina; a symbol of her chastity.

“Your body is the church where Nature asks to be reverenced,” Blueblood said as he stared into his bride’s fearful eyes, “Now is the time for worship services.”

Placing his tongue on her taint, Blueblood licked the entire length of her marehood. He suckled and nipped at her clitoris, which caused his bride to squirm uncomfortably. Blueblood buried his snout into her crotch as his tongue slurped and flicked at her quivering mound.

The groundskeeper’s clit was red and swollen with unwanted arousal. Prince Blueblood levitated a golden ring over to her pleasure nub. She would soon be his; both body and soul. Partner. Lover. For all eternity.

“I shall consume your soul and leave you empty inside,” Blueblood said as he stared into the eyes of his petrified bride, “You’ll feel naught but emptiness without my cock inside you. No other earthly pleasure will compare with your desire for fornication. I shall transform you from a contemptible virgin into a princess of putrescence.”

Taking careful aim, Blueblood positioned the small ring next to her clit. The bride was too exhausted from her futile struggling to move. She had nearly choked to death while applying Blueblood’s cock ring and was finding her resolve quickly draining.

“With this ring,” Blueblood muttered, “I do thee wed.”

As she felt the cold metal pierce her exposed clit, the bride’s body spasmed violently. She was momentarily blinded by white-hot pain as a drop of blood trickled down her slit. Her bell of paradise jingled spastically as the blood from her clit mingled with the red wax covering her anus.

Celestia put a forehoof over her neck to keep the bride’s head still. Luna amused herself be nibbling on the groundskeeper's right ear and licking inside it.

The pain of her pierced clitoris was more than the bride could bear. She silently cried out in anguish as her fleshy nub bled. The bell attached to her tongue jingled in time to her labored breathing.

“As you writhe on the ground in unspeakable pain, you have never looked more beautiful to me.” Blueblood said.

The unexpected and sudden agony was too much for the groundskeeper to bear. Amidst the stinging pain and her abject terror, the bride couldn’t hold her water. Her body trembled as a healthy stream of piss arched into the air.

“My bride is offering me her champagne!” Blueblood said, happily, “How romantic.”

Bringing his muzzle forward, Blueblood placed his lips over his bride’s bloody and piss-soaked hole. The eager prince guzzled her acrid urine with wild abandon. Piss splashed directly onto Blueblood’s tongue before sliding down his eager throat. He moaned in pleasure as his bride’s bladder emptied itself into his mouth.

The groundskeeper twitched as she felt Blueblood’s tongue penetrate her labia, as if trying to coax more piss out of her.

After a minute, the bride’s urine had been reduced to a faint trickle. The last few spurts arched up into the air while she lay on her back. She had never felt so mortified or violated.

Blueblood licked her labia clean of urine, before biting onto her clit ring with his tongue and tugging on it playfully. The groundskeeper winched as her swollen nub stretched and bled.

While Blueblood had managed to swallow most of his bride’s piss, trace amounts of it had stained his muzzle and dripped down his chin.

“Your bride has stained your coat yellow,” Luna said, smiling, “You match!”

After a moment of intense twat torture, Blueblood let go of the clit ring. He stood up and stared quizzically at his bride, as if he were debating how to further debase her. She looked at him in a desperate attempt to invoke sympathy. Blueblood responded by spitting on her face. His loogie landed on her left eye. She would’ve lifted a forehoof to wipe it away, but Celestia and Luna were still holding her down. The groundskeeper had no choice but to lay there as Blueblood’s mouth mucus oozed down her left cheek. She began to silently whimper. The only sounds made were the jingling of her bell.

“The pain you feel now is the passing of weakness,” Blueblood said, “When temperance and forbearance have been purged from your body, you will be worthy to hold the title of libertine.”

Blueblood smiled as he imagined his bride being a match for his cruelty after her transformation. Years from now, all who heard her jingling bell would know that the most sadistic mare in all the land was approaching. Equestrians would quake with fear at the mere mention of her name.

After letting go of the groundskeeper, Celestia and Luna stood up and walked over to Blueblood. His bride lay on the ground in abject disgrace. Her anus had been burned by hot wax and she was bleeding from the fresh piercings in her tongue and clit. Her silver bell dangled limply as she tried to breath.

“Nephew,” Celestia said, “Your bride has been deemed worthy to join our ranks. Are you prepared to receive the unspeakable gift of immortality?”

Blueblood’s heart jumped into his throat. This was the moment he had been dreaming of his whole life. Soon, he would become a god. Not only would he be feared, he would be worshipped.

“I’m ready,” Blueblood said, “Grant me this honor, which is thy power.” Celestia smiled.

“Join us in the center of the room that we may conduct a hoof fasting ceremony,” Celestia said.

Luna directed Blueblood and his bride to stand in a large circle of lit candles, which Celestia had arranged on the floor. The groundskeeper was reluctant to move, but Luna forced her by tugging on the bell of paradise.

“Now, stand on your hind legs and face each other,” Celestia said. Blueblood gazed at his bride. She didn’t look at him, but instead chose to focus on the little candles which surrounded her on the ground. Following Celestia’s orders, Blueblood and his bride stood on their hind legs.

“How long must we remain like this?” Blueblood said, “It’s difficult to balance on two legs.”

“Support each other with your forehooves,” Celestia said, “Right forehoof to right forehoof and left forehoof to left forehoof. When your hooves cross in the middle, they make a figure eight, or the symbol for infinity. As your hooves come together to balance and help your spouse to stand, may you both support each other in all aspects of your marriage.”

It was a surprisingly sweet sentiment. If the groundskeeper hadn’t just been violated and tortured, she might’ve actually appreciated the ceremony.

“Now, to bind your forehooves with the fasting cord,” Luna said, as she brought a red silk cord, to symbolize their passion. She tied it around their forehooves three times, before forming another figure eight with the cord. Luna then bowed her head and rested the tip of her horn on the red cord. Summoning ancient magics, Luna recited an incantation.

“This is the spell that we intone, flesh to flesh and bone to bone, sinew to sinew and vein to vein, each one to its own again,” Luna said, “Made to measure, wrought to bind, blessed be this cord entwined.”

The cord glowed and began to make snapping and crackling sounds as sparks flew from both ends. The cord was consumed by the fire until there was nothing left. The sparks didn’t burn, but tingled.

Once the cord had been consumed, Luna stepped back and allowed Celestia to take her place.

“Mares and gentlecolts, we are gathered here on this most auspicious of nights to celebrate the union of Prince Blueblood and his mute bride,” Celestia said, “If anypony can think of a reason why these two should not be wed, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace.”

The groundskeeper tried to speak, but she couldn’t. She shook her head, but Luna was using her aura to keep the bell of paradise suspended in midair, which prevented it from making any sound.

“No objections?” Celestia said, tauntingly, “Then I now pronounce you mare and colt. You may kiss the bride.”

Blueblood and the groundskeeper stood on their hind legs, with their forehooves crossed. Blueblood leaned forward to kiss his bride, while she leaned her head further away. Luna used her magic to manipulate the bell of paradise and forced the bride to lean her head forward until her outstretched tongue entered Blueblood’s mouth.

She kissed Blueblood as her bell dangled below their chins. She could feel Blueblood’s hot breath as his tongue tenaciously probed her mouth. When the kiss was broken, Blueblood and his bride stopped holding hooves and returned to standing on all fours. Blueblood beamed as his bride knelt before him as a sign of deference.

“Now that you are officially married, it is time for the wedding toast,” Celestia said, “Luna, bring out the sacrifices!”

From behind a large curtain in the back of their bedroom, Luna used her magic to push a large wine press which was set on wheels. The press consisted of a large wooden tub and operated via a complex system of gears and levers. A spiraled metal pole jutted up from the center of the press and connected to a heavy wooden lid. When lowered, the lid would crush the contents of the press into a liquidy pulp.

Two mares dangled from a rope which was tied to a hook in the underside of the press lid. A mint-colored unicorn and cream-colored earth pony, who had both become recent servants of the princesses.

Their mouths were tied with gags. They made muffled moans as the large barrel was wheeled to the center of the room.

“Remove their gags,” Celestia said, “Full-throated screaming is much more entertaining than muffled pleas.”

Luna used her silver dagger to cut off the gags; allowing their victims to speak.

“Well, this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into,” the earth pony servant said.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” the unicorn servant said, “We’ve gotten out of worse scrapes before.”

Luna levitated her dagger over to the squabbling couple and cut their ropes, which dropped them into the wine press.

“I’ve heard of being over a barrel, but this is ridiculous,” the unicorn servant said, while rubbing the back of her head with her forehoof.

“Would you stop with the jokes?” the earth pony servant said, angrily, “We’ve got to get out of here.”

“A sacrifice must be made,” Celestia said, as she ignored the words of the bickering couple in the vat, “To prolong a life, the life of another must be cut short. It is the way of things.”

Blueblood stared at the wine press with sadistic glee, while his bride was discovering new ways to become petrified with fear.

Luna pulled a large lever, which sent the lid slowly closing down into the wine press. Although the thick wooden sides of the barrel obscured the two ponies inside from view, all those present could hear their hooves pounding on the sides and their screams of protest.

“No!” the earth pony servant cried, “Let us out, please! We haven’t done anything wrong!”

“Is this because I was stealing the royal bath soaps?” the unicorn said, indignantly, “I’ll return them. I swear!”

The bride couldn’t stand the screams of the two trapped mares. There was nothing she could do to save them; she was too petrified to move her hooves. She shook her head frantically, in the hopes that her jingling bell would drown out their anguished pleas.

“Stop!” the cream-colored mare screamed, “Please stop, for mercy’s sake!”

The unicorn looked into her marefriend’s eyes, which were swimming with tears.

“This is it, isn’t it?” the earth pony asked her marefriend, “All our escapes and misadventures were just leading to this?”

“If we are to die,” the unicorn said, “Then let’s make one last pleasant memory together.” The unicorn threw herself on top of her marefriend to shield her from the crushing lid. As their eyes met, the unicorn leaned down and kissed her marefriend.

“I love you,” the unicorn said, “I’ll always love you; even after we transcend this cruel plane of existence.”

“Oh, Lyra,” the earth pony said.

“Bon Bon,” Lyra replied.

The sentiments were cut short by the lid of the press pushing down against Lyra’s back. Exerting all of her strength, she tried to stop the press from crushing Bon Bon for as long as possible. Her knees began to shake.

Celestia and Luna could hear the mechanisms straining under the fierce resistance. Bon Bon crawled out from underneath Lyra and helped to stop the lid’s descent.

“Please!” Bon Bon begged, “Somepony! Anypony! Save us!”

The groundskeeper felt a fire burn within her. She had been too much of a doormat to resist the mutilation of her body. She was used to putting her own comforts aside. It was only when she saw the libertines attempting to murder two ponies that she felt a small spark of courage.

The two mares inside the barrel were struggling against the press. They had managed to stall the mechanism, but there was no telling how long they could hold out. The gears of the press made loud, grinding sounds as they fought against the fierce resistance.

“These two stubborn dykes had the gall to espouse the ‘virtues’ of monogamy,” Blueblood said to his bride, “When my aunts interrogated them, the two mares claimed to have reserved their fornications exclusively for each other. There’s no room in this world for such close-minded behavior. You’re a gardener, so you know better than most. If a bee limited itself to pollinating only one flower, the rest will wither and die. They are unworthy of the blood which courses through their veins, so we shall relieve them of it.”

As Blueblood spoke so casually about murder, something snapped inside the mind of his bride. To the surprize of everyone present, including herself, the timid groundskeeper summoned courage from some previously untapped reservoir of strength. She ran past Blueblood and the princesses and grabbed onto the lever; she was determined to set it in reverse. Even if it meant her life was forfeit, she would not allow the libertines’ machinations to go unchallenged. She pushed with all her might, but the bride’s frail arms weren’t strong enough. She pushed harder as her bell of paradise jingled.

Blueblood saw her struggling with the lever and decided to help his eager bride. Using his magic aura, Blueblood telekinetically-pulled his wife back to him. As she was being levitated away, the groundskeeper tried to hold tight to the lever. Blueblood yanked her back with more force, which inadvertently caused her to pull the lever down to its most severe setting. Her stomach knotted when she heard the screams of the two mares as their bodies were slowly crushed.

As the press lowered itself with increased strength, the servants’ forelegs and hindlegs broke under the stran. Their valiant efforts to thwart the relentless press proved futile. Blueblood found the sound of their snapping bones and agonizing screams to be more cheerful than choirs of angels. He nuzzled his bride’s neck as she sat and stared at the barrel in abject horror.

“I’m so proud of you,” Blueblood said, as he kissed her tear-stained cheek.

The gurgling screams which issued from Lyra and Bon Bon’s blood-filled mouths were soon drowned out by the sounds of their ribs cracking. After that, a chilling silence hung in the air.

A funnel in the wine press filled up a large silver goblet with fresh, warm blood. A filter helped prevent any viscera or bits of bone from contaminating the deadly draught.

When the goblet was filled to the brim, Celestia recited an incantation.

“The blood of the innocent runs through our veins.

"Through their forced sacrifice our beauty remains,” Celestia said as the tip of her horn illuminated.

After Celestia stepped back, the contents of the goblet gave an eery glow. Celestia and Luna levitated it over to Blueblood and his wife.

“Drink,” Celestia said, “and know immortality.”

Blueblood’s magical aura brought the warm draught to his lips. His aunts’ enchanted goblet imbued the blood of their victims with life-granting properties.

Blueblood tipped the goblet back and drank the contents. The blood of the two mares was still warm. The dark red liquid danced on his tongue like a whore, vying for attention.

The experience was wholly new to Blueblood. He had drank the blood of his victims numerous times, but it had never before filled his body with such warmth and light. As the contents of the goblet were downed, he felt an increased bout of energy. His heart began to beat rapidly. His rock hard member twitched with anticipation as he imagined an eternity of sadistic carnal pleasures.

Blueblood had managed to stifle the aging process; even death itself was subservient to his desires. All that remained was for his bride to drink and claim her gift.

Celestia and Luna held the groundskeeper down as Blueblood lowered the goblet to her lips. She kept her mouth closed, until Celestia’s mouth forced it open.

The groundskeeper’s life flashed before her eyes. The thought of an eternity with Prince Blueblood was more horrible than she could bear. At that moment, she would’ve rather drunk poison and welcomed the oblivion that followed.

Before the blood could be poured down her throat, the ceremony was interrupted.

The door to the sisters’ bedroom was flung open, revealing the morning light. The thick shades which covered the windows to Celestia and Luna’s bedroom had kept their works in darkness. Until the door was opened, they had no idea that the sun had risen. A new day had dawned, like some heavy-handed symbolism.

A stallion staggered into the room as the rays of the sun washed over him. It was Filthy Rich. A trident was embedded in his neck and he was choking on his own blood.

“Kkkt. Kkkt,” Filthy Rich choked, before collapsing on the floor. Without a moment’s hesitation, Blueblood set down the goblet and ran to his fallen friend. Filthy Rich had left a trail of blood down the hall. His pulse weakened as his lungs filled with blood. Blueblood cradled Filthy Rich in his forehooves and stared at him. Blueblood was in a state of shock

“Filthy,” Blueblood said, in disbelief, “Who did this to you?”

Filthy Rich couldn’t answer, for he was already dead. Blueblood stared into the glassy eyes of his fellow libertine.

“Goodbye, old friend,” Prince Blueblood said, as he closed Filthy Rich’s eyes “May legions of buggerable colts sing thee to thy rest.”

Leaving no time for sentimentality, Blueblood arose and stared at his aunts.

“Our pleasures are in peril,” Blueblood said, ominously.

The identity of Filthy Rich’s assassin became apparent soon enough. Blueblood could hear a great commotion down the hall, as royal guards fought with the commoners of Canterlot.

It was not just the pony citizens who were rebelling. The zebras had also risen up against their masters. One particularly-impassioned zebra led the charge on attacking the royal guards. She hurled vials and potions, which shattered on the ground and immobilized the guards.

“Shake off your fetters!

Behead your betters!” the zebra shouted as she rallied her forces behind her.

Under normal circumstances, the royal guards would’ve easily overpowered any rebels. After the marathon orgy though, the guards were in no condition to fight and were quickly subdued by the populace.

Celestia and Luna left Blueblood’s bride unattended and ran to the window. After opening the curtains, the royal sisters gazed down at the courtyard below.

Revolutionaries were laying siege to Canterlot Castle. The guards were soaked in their own blood as the humble farmers and shop owners rose up to overthrow their despotic leaders. They stormed the outer walls of the castle brandishing farm implements, which had been excessively sharpened.

A small army of rebels crossed the main road through the middle in their efforts to get to the castle. They had no regard of the authority of the princesses or the established jaywalking laws.

A small unit of guards was all that stood between Blueblood and the angry peasants. The libertines waited for the inexorable tide of revolutionaries.

A blue-coated unicorn with a silvery mane led the charge as she cast immobilization spells on the guards. She was flanked on either side by her two faithful unicorn lieutenants. The taller one had a green mane with a coat the color of sweet potatoes. The stouter one had an orange mane and a teal-colored coat.

“These fallen gods are no match for our righteous fury!” the stout unicorn said.

“The victory will soon be ours, o great and fearless Trixie,” the lanky unicorn said to the rebel leader.

“Was there ever any doubt?” Trixie said, boastfully.

The rebels entered the princesses’ bedchambers. They found Celestia and Luna standing beside their nephew.

“Princesses of the Moon and Sun,

You two shall pay for what you’ve done!” the zebra said.

The opposition was too numerous for the libertines to subdue. Without intimidation, reverence and fear, they had no power.

Enchanted ropes shot out from beneath Trixie’s cloak and tied themselves around Celestia and Luna. The two unicorn lieutenants assaulted Prince Blueblood with sharpened farm implements.

"Either kill me or take me as I am, because I'll be damned if I ever change." Blueblood shouted.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” The stout lieutenant said as he bashed Blueblood’s face in with a shovel.

As the libertines were subdued by the rebellion, the groundskeeper breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been saved.