Polyamory

”Oh my Me this is insufferable” Celestia thought. She walked the last appointment of the day from the conference room to the throne room.

“And then I said ‘Touring, more like boring!’” the delegate spouted, followed by laughter as if she thought she was the most hilarious thing ever.

“Oh, you are such a card,” Celestia smiled at her, chuckling in return.

”If I have to listen to this for a minute longer I will rip off my horn and use it to gouge out my ears.” Celestia’s safe inner voice added.

They arrived at the throne room; time to lead this uptight nuisance to the door and enjoy an evening of normalcy…. Wait.

As Celestia opened the door from the hallway into the throne room, she stopped short and stared. There before the throne, was… well it was her. On a leash held by Silver Lance, one of the royal guards assigned to escort Chrysalis.

The other Celestia was more wide-eyed, and blushing from head to hoof. Perhaps it was due to the white fluid drooling down her thighs all the way to the floor. Goodness she was… well-used. Because that wasn’t enough, she gagged, then licked the stringy sperm that drooled from her muzzle as a result.

Silver was drooling sperm down her thighs as well. No doubt Celestia’s dear sister had struck again.

“I… should go,” the delegate breathed, a look of bewilderment on her face as she hurried to the exit. Celestia smiled with a moment of a somewhat troll-ish glee.

“I assume there is a good reason my sister has sent me… this?” Celestia asked the guard. She didn’t have to ask what was happening. This little stunt fit Luna’s recent behavior to a T, though it was surprising that Chrysalis had agreed to such a humiliating position.

“F-forgive me, Princess,” Silver stammered. “This um… “ She thought hard as if trying to remember how she was told to word this. “Princess Luna wished to bring your attention to the fact that ‘Chryssie’ subverted the palace defenses and snuck into her chambers with vile intent to disturb her peace and… resulted in the destruction of some of her property… most notably her bed. She instructed that Chryssie be brought before you for… further punishment, as you will.”

“If I remember correctly,” Chrysalis remarked, unable to keep her muzzle shut even in the humiliating position, “I told you to go fuck yourself when I was sealing you in a pod. Now’s your chance!”

“It seems that my sister has punished her already,” Celestia stared, ignoring Chrysalis’ antagonizing comment.

“She had pent-up fantasies about you that I assisted with,” smirked Chrysalis. That was harder to ignore.

“Um, Princes- I mean Chryssie,” Silver whispered to her, “You were instructed to be silent.”

“And you were instructed not to let me into Luna’s bedroom,” Chrysalis replied, “How about that.”

Celestia took a deep breath, unable to take her eyes off Chrysalis. Her heart thumped so hard that the beat rang in her ears. She pushed her hind legs together in a futile attempt to stifle the warmth there. There was an image in her head of what had happened, because Celestia knew what it looked like. She vaguely remembered what it felt like, stretching out her insides so wonderfully.

Celestia’s blush intensified, and Chrysalis’ blush lightened at the realization. She couldn’t hide her horniness from a changeling; Chrysalis knew what was cooking behind Celestia’s tail.

Celestia took another deep breath, and walked to her throne, tail tucked downward to hide her moist shame. She moved to her throne, and had a seat to stifle herself, but the plush velvet cushion did her no favors.

Chrysalis didn’t turn to face Celestia as she moved, instead looking at Celestia over her shoulder and flagging her tail upwards. Celestia stared at a perfect replica of her own plot with her sister’s seed coating everything from the shapely rump cheeks to her hooves. Even the socks, Celestia’s socks, were matted with a thick layer of spunk. Her slit and tail hole gaped with leftovers. Celestia remembered that, how amazing it was to be so full, to feel her sister’s warm, incestuous love drooling down her-

No! She must not think of that!

Chrysalis was onto her though. The changeling narrowed her eyes and waggled her posterior in Celestia’s direction.

“Princess?” asked Silver, “How would you like her to be punished? Or should I remove her from your presence?”

“Your ‘orders’, Princess?” Chrysalis’ voice was Celestia’s, but smooth as silk in its seduction. How did the changeling do it so perfectly? Right down to Celestia’s best ‘fuck me face’. Celestia hadn’t spoken with that tone or looked at anypony like that for centuries.

”Fucking succubus,”

“I know it’s there, Princess,” Chrysalis continued, “That churning between your thighs… I can see you twitching your hips, rubbing that beautiful slit on your cushion. Even if I couldn’t, I can smell your eagerness even with my nostrils burning from sneezing your sister’s seed.”

Celestia clenched her teeth and realized she was, in fact, rolling her hips against her seat cushion. It took several long seconds of effort to stop the movement.

“Cat got your tongue?” Chrysalis wouldn’t shut up, “Because if it ever lets it go, I know somewhere to put it. You ever suckled Luna’s seed from your own well-fucked hole? You seem flexible…”

“Can you stop being a slut for ten seconds so I can think!” Celestia blurted out. “For Faust’s sake, you put Cadance to shame with your lewdness!” She blushed all the more when she regained control of her muzzle.

“No, I can’t,” smirked Chrysalis, “I’m sort of programmed this way, being a monstrous fuck-bug and all.”

Celestia stared as Chrysalis advanced toward her, walking backward, not stopping until she draped her tail over Celestia’s head. Celestia wanted to push her away, but instead took a deep breath of Luna’s cream. She watched another strand of spunk drool from the well-used tail hole and over her gaping pussy. She saw clear inside Chrysalis’ vagina, and watched as fluid drooled from the top and down the walls to puddle at the base of her love canal.

“Just a taste, for old times’ sake,” Chrysalis purred. “A lick won’t break your precious vow, now will it?”

Chrysalis’ voice was like a silk scarf sliding between Celestia’s ears and flossing away her inhibitions. Celestia knew Chrysalis was using changeling mind magic on her. The funny thing was is that blocking this level of influence would be easy, but instead, Celestia lowered her defenses further. She wanted this, but she also wanted somepony to blame for it.

“Should I restrain her, your majesty?” Bronze Javelin, the guard to the right of Celestia’s throne offered.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Chrysalis chuckled, giving his swollen shaft a poke with her magic so it bobbed.

“Yes,” Bronze admitted.

Celestia’s mind numbed as Chrysalis leaned back enough for her slit to touch Celestia’s lips. Celestia didn’t pull back. Instead she slid he hooves up Chrysalis’ flanks, grasping her tightly as she pushed her muzzle against Chrysalis’ love deposit box. She lapped, pulling back a tongue-full of both Luna’s seed and her own secretions. It really was a perfect copy; how did Chrysalis even get the taste of her honey so exact?

“That’s it,” Chrysalis cooed, “Stuff your face. Just pretend it’s chocolate cake.”

It wasn’t just her voice now. Chrysalis was in her head, supercharging the hormone centers of her brain, addling her mind. Celestia never remembered being this aroused before. It… was painful, an agony she needed to sate. She approached the point of no return, the point where resisting Chrysalis’ control would no longer be an option… and pushed herself past it eagerly.

Celestia moaned, sending sweet vibrations through Chrysalis as she lapped in time with the roll of Chrysalis’ hips. She stroked her hooves over the shapely plot, sliding beneath her to rub against her soft, spongey breasts with one hoof as her other slid downward between her own thighs. The more she rubbed around her lust-slickened pleasure port, the less she cared where she was.

Celestia cupped her muzzle against Chrysalis and sucked hard, a mouthful of savory love juice filling her muzzle, guzzling like an alcoholic from a cider tap. She moved her muzzle upward, pushing her lips to the changeling’s tail hole. The body that Chrysalis had formed was pristine in every way, as if her ass had only been used for sex, and she nursed there for several long seconds.

She pushed her muzzle against Chrysalis’ hole again. She pressed until the wet lips popped around her muzzle, pushing in eye-deep to lap deeper still. She tasted every flexing muscle within as Chrysalis’ moans echoed through the public throne room.

Chrysalis’ insides twitched, her body shivering as much as Celestia’s as she approached a climax. Celestia dug in, rubbing into both of her breasts, tweaking at the nipples and eating her out more enthusiastically than she had anyone for as long as she could remember. When the hole convulsed in orgasmic bliss, Chrysalis howled. Celestia sputtered as she attempted to down the flood of juice, but it bubbled over faster than Celestia could drink it, drooling across her cheeks. It dripped onto Celestia’s belly and felt warm against her slit.

Hearing the screams, more guards rushed in as the main throne room door flung open. They skidded to a halt and stared, as did many ponies, both palace staff and visitors. The foyer outside the main throne room was full.

Celestia didn’t care who saw her. She was beyond caring, though not beyond blushing; that instinct still held on by a thread.

She whimpered as Chrysalis pulled her behind away from her, the changeling-Celestia turning to face her. Chrysalis leaned forward, smiling at Celestia’s unfocused gaze.

“Did I ever tell you, Celestia,” Chrysalis licked her lips, then leaned forward and lapped at Celestia’s, “How fuckable I think you are? From the first time I saw you sprawled out on the floor after I kicked your royal plot, I knew I wanted to pound your punnai pavement.” She lowered her voice to a whisper, “Such a pity I got blown away before I had time to blow you away.”

“You are wicked,” said Celestia, approvingly rather than scolding.

“Oh yes I am,” Chrysalis’ grin reached fiendish levels, locking eyes with Celestia, the hypnotic glare piercing her soul.

The truly wicked one here was Luna, Celestia was certain of that. She had known what she was doing by sending a well-fucked replica of Celestia to her throne room. No amount of watching Luna do lewd things to guards and changelings would have reminded Celestia more of how much she missed a proper fucking.

Chrysalis’ form shimmered, making Celestia jump. It seemed that Chrysalis had fiddled with their anti-changeling field enough to figure out how to bypass it on her own. Well that security measure didn’t last long, not that Celestia cared at the moment.

Celestia didn’t need to guess what change Chrysalis made. Chrysalis licked her lips as the sheath she added beneath her belly thickened, the meat sliding free in full view.

There was no point in denying it; Celestia’s seat was drooling fluid down the front of the throne from the puddle in her seat. She kept her teeth clenched, saying nothing, but panted as she slid her rump to the edge of her throne, turning it up as she spread her hind legs. She couldn’t say she wanted it, but couldn’t refuse either.

“There’s a good girl,” Chrysalis purred, sliding forward. “Just sit back and leave it to the professional.”

Their lips pressed together in a kiss, and Chrysalis rolled another tongue full of Luna’s seed into Celestia’s mouth. Celestia’s mind floated on a wave of passion, the mere memory of that taste like an aphrodisiac on its own. She returned the kiss enthusiastically, tongue-wrestling with her arch-nemesis.

Then Chrysalis did something unexpected. Even as her shaft flopped against Celestia’s slit, ready to force its way inside, Chrysalis stared into Celestia’s eyes intensely. The web of changeling control unspun from her mind as Chrysalis released her from the spell.

Reluctance and embarrassment swelled up inside her again. The instinctual fear and hatred for Chrysalis that she still possessed so much of bubbled to the surface.

She was also touched however. Chrysalis had decided not to take Celestia’s vow from her without allowing her to make the decision herself. That wasn’t the act of the heartless villain that Celestia had taken Chrysalis for. This was the act of an emotional being that wanted Celestia to love her, truly and sincerely, and loved her enough in return to let her go if that was her wish.

“I hate you so much,” panted Celestia as their lips separated.

Chrysalis’ eyes looked sad as she pulled back, but Celestia wrapped a foreleg around her neck to hold her there, leaning forward and licking her nose. A smug smile returned to the changeling’s face.

“Tough,” Chrysalis nipped Celestia’s lips, then slid her member back and forth against Celestia’s belly. Celestia felt the warmth she wanted inside her so badly. “Beg for it.”

“I will not,” whimpered Celestia, but smiled all the same.

“Come now,” Chrysalis growled lustfully, “You don’t want to disappoint your guards do you? Half of them are already stroking it in anticipation.” Chrysalis glanced to the guards, “Wait your turn, boys.”

Celestia’s eyes shifted from one side to another. Bronze paused mid-stroke, looking nervous and waiting to see if she’d reprimand him or not. Celestia let him have his harmless fun, admiring his shaft before shifting her eyes back to Chrysalis’ endowment.

The changeling’s tool was unnatural looking, ridged and knotted, writhing as if prehensile. Why did she want that inside her so badly?

“Please,” stammered Celestia in a whisper.

“What was that?” churred Chrysalis, “I didn’t catch that.”

“Please!” Celestia squeaked more loudly.

“Please… what,” Chrysalis nipped Celestia’s lips again.

“Fuck me,” Celestia stammered, and once she had spit it out, it kept flowing, “I want that beauty scraping my ovaries you hot fuck fiend.”

“That’s the stuff,” Chrysalis rolled her eyes back like a druggie that just got her fix, and that’s what it was for the succubus.

“Fucking. Hate. You. So. Much,” Celestia groaned even as she ground her steamy vulva against Chrysalis’ teasing.

As Chrysalis pressed her tip against Celestia’s underused entrance, Celestia only felt higher, even more than when Chrysalis was digging in her head. When Chrysalis forced her way in, Celestia was drowning in a sea of sticky emotions she had forgotten existed.

Celestia clenched so hard that Chrysalis squealed, her muscles tensing in the effort to push deeper. She didn’t give up, especially when not restrained by Celestia’s womb having an existing occupant. She slammed against Celestia’s cervix, demanding entry deeper still.

Letting go completely, Celestia wrapped her legs around Chrysalis, savoring how her sweaty body undulated with each thrust. Her entire being shook as she cried out again, echoing through the throne room once more. Celestia blushed as she remembered how many ponies might be watching her, but didn’t have the nerve to look around.

Chrysalis, on the other hoof, clearly loved being watched, and took pride in her actions. She flagged her tail high and spread her hind legs wide to make sure those behind her saw every sopping wet smack of her body against Celestia’s. She looked into Celestia’s eyes with psychotic glee.

For Celestia, being showed off like a trophy felt humiliating, yet she wouldn’t have stopped it for the world. Her vow faded into nothing, lost in the convulsing flesh that now massaged Chrysalis’ member. Chrysalis braced herself, her hooves losing traction from the profuse solar cream coating the marble tile at the base of the throne. Celestia squealed as she hit her climax like an over-stuffed party canon sending a shower upon the grinning faces of their audience.

Celestia made herself look around, and saw guards, palace staff, and even dignitaries gathered around to watch. Many didn’t even know which of the two alicorns banging on the throne was Celestia. Celestia caught a flash of light, her eyes glancing at the source… oh fuck who let Photo Finish in here?

And then there was Luna, who Celestia should have known was lurking, no doubt to make sure Chrysalis didn’t overstep her bounds. She seemed happy that the changeling hadn’t, and for the moment was leaving Celestia to Chrysalis’ sole pleasure. Instead, she sat on her haunches and rubbed herself to the view.

Celestia pushed aside care about the audience though. It wasn’t like she was breaking any rules; public sex was rude, but not illegal.

All she cared about right now was the throbbing mare meat that had just slammed through her cervix and impacted the back of her womb. She felt nothing but pleasure, brain locked in ‘fuck me harder’ mode, but she expected she’d be walking funny for some time once she regained her senses.

Chrysalis strained to hold her own in the moist heaven now encompassing her, determined to get as much mileage out of the royal cooch as she could manage.

“I love you Chryssie…” Celestia said, then regretted saying it aloud, “Fucking Tartarus damned…”

“I love you too, my big hot goddess,” Chrysalis groaned in return, with a sincerity in her voice that alarmed Celestia. “My love… do you remember… what I said… about… eggs…”

Celestia did. At the ‘diplomatic’ meeting, Chrysalis had gone into detail about how she could implant her eggs into a third party and make them children of all three parties. Was she really considering this? Oh yes, she was.

“Say the word, give me one final victory over you,” panted Chrysalis as she kissed Celestia again. “I’ll knock you up right in front of your minions, your servants, your family, and your photographer.”

“Do it,” Celestia drooled the words out, “I want to give birth to your disgusting brood… fuck me did I just say that?”

Chrysalis’ shaft snaked inside Celestia as if dancing for joy, and realized that Chrysalis wasn’t ramming her with a fake dick, but with her ovipositor. Oh, holy Faust this was going to be weird, she just knew it.

Chrysalis shook violently, foaming at the mouth, having a seizure of bliss as she blew her load, and it wasn’t just the spermy goodness that Celestia was used to. Celestia squeaked at the bulge sliding down Chrysalis’ shaft, swelling her own belly as it passed through her.

As a second and third bulge shoved into her, Celestia realized that this wasn’t just going to be one egg. Yet, any trepidation drowned in the sea of hormones coursing through her body. Chrysalis rammed hard, each surge of thick gooey goodness from her shaft forcing another egg into Celestia’s womb. Celestia lost count, and didn’t care. Chrysalis gave a final groan and rolled her eyes back. She pulled her shaft from the womb, one final shot of gunk sealing the eggs within their second mother’s womb.

Chrysalis collapsed against Celestia, clinging and shaking, even more helpless than Celestia after expending herself such. Her ovipositor continued to throb within Celestia as if it was dry heaving, attempting to deposit more eggs, but Chrysalis was fresh out. Celestia pulled her close, stroking a hoof gently across her mane.

“Change back, dear,” Celestia whispered, “I want to give my favorite bug monster a proper snuggle.”

Chrysalis smirked weakly, her body shifting into her true form, the one thing she could do regardless of how weak she was. Her ovipositor remained within Celestia, still not able to tug free from the chorus of convulsions it was being treated to within.

Celestia looked up at Chrysalis’ proper face. Gods she was frightening, but Celestia didn’t care. She pressed her lips against Chrysalis’, staring love into those alien eyes.

Celestia snuggled the wet bug closer, “Thank you for this.”

“I told you she was adorable at all times,” Luna’s smug voice spoke up from behind Chrysalis.

Celestia rolled her eyes. “It seems your wicked plot succeeded, dear sister.”

“You can’t expect me to resist my villainous ways all the time, sister,” Luna smiled.

“I learned a thing or two from you about naughty plans, auntie love,” Cadance’s voice spoke up as she slid up around the opposite side of Chrysalis’ body.

“Uh, hey,” Shining chuckled nervously as he came up beside her.

So, they had all come to see. Brilliant.

Luna leaned over Chrysalis’ shoulder, kissing Celestia as a lover for the first time in public. The others pulled close, hugging together in one bundle as all five muzzles made out. Celestia lost track of who she was slurping when.

“Luna my sister… Chryssie… Cadance… Shining… my loves,” Celestia panted, “Marry me.”

“I’ll consider it,” Luna teased, “But what will your faithful student think?”

“She’ll be heart-broken that we got a go at Celestia before she did,” Cadence giggled.