Show Stopped

Chapters

1: Rainbow Dash
2: Soarin
3: Spitfire

1: Rainbow Dash

Author's Note

Content warnings: transformation, futa on female, bad country accents

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1: Rainbow Dash

“Not bad, not bad,” I told Twilight. “Maybe with a few more years of flying lessons, you'll make it up to Junior Speedster-level wingwork.”

Twilight touched down in front of her castle's door, breathing heavy. “Um... That still sounds pretty bad, actually. I'm never really going to be good at flying, am I?”

I frowned. Usually Twilight had a better sense of humor than that. Maybe a friendly punch to the shoulder would make her realize... But when I did it, she just swayed back and forth a little under the force of the hit. She sighed and looked down at the ground.

For a long moment, she did nothing else. She just stood there.

Oh, crap. Something was really wrong with her. Internally, I groaned. It looked like I was going to be in for a long talk about feelings, some kind of really sappy friendship lesson, and then an inevitable big mushy make-up hug afterward. Bleh. Well, might as well get it over with... “So, um... What's wrong with you?” Ugh! Stupid, stupid! That sounded so bad! Pinkie would make some joke about it and make her laugh, Applejack would have some country saying, Fluttershy or Rarity ... now they would know how to talk about something like this delicately. Maybe I could salvage it a little? “Uh, no. That ... it came out wrong. I just mean that I noticed today that you're kind of, um...”

“Pensive?”

Well, at least she was looking at me now. “Um, yeah. Totally.” Whatever that word meant, it was probably a lot less insulting than anything I could come up with to describe the way she was acting.

“It's just...” She took a few deep breaths. “I'm sorry, this is just really hard to say, and I know I shouldn't put it off any longer, but I'm not sure how you'll react if I...”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Sheesh, Twilight. That was just a joke. J-o-k-e joke. Okay? You're already doing way better than any Junior Speedster – except me, of course – and you're really improving a lot. Don't take things so seriously!”

“No, no. It's not that. I...” She glanced around at the town of Ponyville. Everything was calm and boring now, and there was barely anypony around, but she still seemed scared of something. “I need to talk to you about something. Um... privately. Do you have time to come in? I know you must be really busy so it's okay if—”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “I've got all day.”

Twilight gulped and her lips tightened, as if she hadn't really wanted me to agree. “Oh, okay. Let's go in then, and...” Another deep breath, a really long one this time ... and for some reason she looked off into the distance toward Canterlot. “And then we can talk.”

I waited for a long time, but she just stood there in front of the door. After a while, I took a step forward. “So ... are we going in or not?”

She still hesitated for a moment before turning and opening the door. As she led me through the great hall, she kept glancing over her withers at me. And was she ... blushing?

Oh great. It looked like it was time for another full-fledged Twilight freakout session. Probably because the Princess gave her an A+ instead of an A++ on some assignment or something. It hadn't happened in a while, so Ponyville was probably due for another one by now. But maybe if I could find just the right words to talk her down, I could get her back to being calm and rational before she did any serious damage to the town this time... Aw, who was I kidding? Me, find the right words? I'd be more likely to say just the wrong thing, and then somepony else would have to come in and clean up the pieces of Twilight's sanity that got scattered all over the castle. Problems that could be solved with a swift kick or maybe a friendship laser-beam to the face – now those were my kind of problems. Not all this emotional stuff.

Twilight took me into a private guest suite near the back of the first floor – one that hadn't been used at all since the Royal Sisters visited – and she locked the door behind her. But she didn't stop there. She then led me into the private bedroom of the suite on the inside face, so it wouldn't have any exterior windows, and she locked the door of that, too.

Yep, definitely a full category-five Twilight freakout session. I braced myself.

But she didn't say or do anything at all. She just turned around and stared at me blankly. In this almost-empty guest bedroom we'd secretly snuck into. Just the two of us.

Maybe a little joke would lighten the mood? I gestured toward the elaborate feather bed and grinned. “I'm flattered, Twilight, but you're not really my type. Gonna have to turn you down.”

But for some reason, that seemed to make everything a hundred times worse. Twilight looked like somepony had just kicked her in the gut. She wouldn’t look at me, her tail and ears drooped.

Yep, saying the wrong thing again. That's me. What was her problem, though? Was she trying to come on to me? I wouldn't blame her, but sheesh. I knew she could be awkward, but she must have known to at least ask a mare out on a date or two before locking her in a bedroom!

“Oh Rainbow Dash ... I'm so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” I'd already had way more than I could stand of this mystery game. “Out with it, already! I don't have all day.”

She raised a hoof as if to object to that, but then stopped and shook her head. Instead, she finally looked me in the eye. “What I'm about to tell you... I want you to know from the beginning that I regret everything about it, and I apologize for every single detail. And I know that it will have to affect our friendship in some ways, but I hope that we can someday move beyond it, perhaps with an even stronger friendship afterward.”

Oh crap. She was going to confess her secret, undying love for me, wasn't she? Not that I'd have any hangups about a bit of fun between friends – I sure didn't think it would be a threat to our friendship – but... Just not my type. Not at all. Knowing that it would be really hard to find a way to let her down easily, I began mentally rehearsing rejections that wouldn’t sound too much like insults ... hopefully.

“I've... I've done something truly terrible, Rainbow Dash. Reprehensible. And whatever you might think about it, please just promise me that you'll stay and hear me out until the end, okay?”

Oh, well that didn't sound like the start of a sappy love story... “Okay, sure.” I shrugged, sitting down on the bed. “I guess I can listen.”

“Okay...” Another very long pause. Whatever it was, Twilight really didn't want to tell me about it, but for some reason, it seemed like she was forcing herself to.

“Well?”

Twilight nodded to herself, then spoke while staring at the blank crystal wall behind me. “Some time ago, I discovered a new spell, an unexpectedly powerful one. It allowed me to stop time, freezing everypony and everything in place ... everything but me.”

“Sounds cool. I wish I could do a spell like that – then I'd never lose a race ever again!” I laughed. “Hm... I guess that would be cheating, though. And winning isn’t really fun if you have to cheat for it.”

“Unfortunately, what I did with the spell was much worse than cheating in a race.”

“Worse? You?” I snorted. “Oh come on! You've never had so much as a late library book! What’s the worst you could have possibly done?”

“Yes, worse... Rainbow, I... Do you remember when I went to come see your air show in Baltimare?”

I smiled. “Yeah, that was pretty awesome of you. Pretty sure that attendance there doubled because there was a princess in the audience.”

“And, um... Did you notice anything strange about what happened after the show?”

Thinking back to it, I wiggled my rump into Twilight's guest sheets a little. Everypony had been so hyped up from a show with such a great audience, Spitfire had whispered a dirty little plan in my ear, and we'd ganged up on Soarin... It was so hot. So hot that, strangely all three of us had instantly...

I shook my head. That couldn’t possibly be what Twilight was talking about. I'd better stop before I left a wet patch on the bedding. “Hm, nah. Pretty much the same as after every other show.”

“Oh, wow...” Twilight's eyes went wide, and she blinked at me repeatedly. “Every time...?”

“Every time what?”

“Um, never mind. What I need to tell you is that I used my time-stopping spell after that show. And I... Well, I used it to sneak into the Wonderbolts' locker room.”

That got my attention. I sat up straight and stared at her. “What did you see? Whatever you think you saw, I swear it was just—”

“I did more than just see it, Rainbow.”

Aw, crap! She did see it! But what did she mean by...? “Hey! What were you doing in the locker room anyway?”

She let the question hang for a long moment, and even then, she didn't really answer it. “I'm sorry. This is really hard for me to say. Promise me you won't get mad?”

I just crossed my hooves in front of my chest.

“Okay... I guess whether you get mad or not is your own prerogative.” She took a deep breath and continued anyway, “I came there for you, Rainbow. I intended to use my time spell for perverted purposes, and I went there with the intention to look at you... And to touch you. In inappropriate ways.”

“You...” Woah. I mean, I wasn't surprised that Twilight would be into me. Of course she would be – I'm awesome. But she didn't really seem the type to do that. “Did you?”

“I'm so sorry... I did, and I did more than that.”

I shot up out of the bed. “Twilight! If you're telling me that you—”

“Please!” She held her hooves up as if she thought I might hit her. “Please just listen. You can be angry with me later if you want, but I have to say this. It's really difficult to say, but I have to tell you all of it. On Celestia's orders, I have to tell you everything that happened.”

The Princess knew about this? Just how far out of hoof had things gotten? Did she tell the Princess about Soarin, Spitfire, and me? We could all get written up for fraternization with a superior officer...

Twilight seemed to take my lack of response as permission to continue. She stood tall, stared straight ahead, and began reciting what sounded a lot like a rehearsed speech: “I found the three of you there, in the middle of giving Soarin oral sex. I then touched Rainbow Dash – uh, I mean you – on the rump and then on the vulva. I licked your vulva, and then I touched and licked Spitfire's as well. I touched Soarin on the chest, belly, and penis. And I licked his penis. I forced him to penetrate me vaginally, and then I forced your tongue to lick my clitoris until I was brought to orgasm. I then cleaned everything up – including cleaning my emissions from your face by kissing you and cleaning Soarin's penis by licking it – and put everything back the way I found it.”

“You what?” My jaw had dropped at some point early on, and my eyes were wide. “You did that? Miss goody-four-shoes you did that?”

“There's more... After that, I went to Canterlot, and I tried to do the same things to Princess Celestia. While I was licking her vulva, though, she revealed that she was never truly frozen. She caught me. For punishment, she used a spell that gave her a penis, and she...” Twilight looked at me again. “I suppose you don't need to know the exact particulars of what happened then. You can probably already guess. The important part is that she also commanded me to tell all three of you exactly what happened, as well as this: I must do anything you ask in order to make it up to you.”

“You licked the Princess's pussy!”

“Um... yes.”

“And then she grew a dick and fucked you with it?”

Twilight looked away, but she gave a little nod.

“Awesome! I never knew you were such a pervert, Twi!”

“I'm not a—!” She stopped and looked away. “Maybe I am...”

I laughed raucously. “It turns out that our Perfect Purple Princess is an even bigger pervert than Rarity! Who would have guessed?”

“Um... Rarity?”

“Don't ask.”

“I... Okay.” She took a step closer. “But you’re not mad?”

“Well, I guess that does explain a little bit about what happened in that locker room. Heh, and we thought that all three of us just had really short fuses for some reason.”

“You mean, you...?” I could see the note-taking researcher emerging in Twilight. “Did the three of you reach a simultaneous orgasm?”

“Haven't you invaded our privacy enough already?”

She jumped away like I'd slapped her. “Right! I'm sorry! It's not my place to ask.”

“Sheesh, Twilight, chill! It was only a joke.” I laughed at the way she kept cowering in front of me. “It's not like it's a big deal or anything. And it was kind of fun, actually.”

Twilight looked up at me, her lips quivering.

“Relax already. I'm cool with it, okay?”

Nodding, Twilight stood back up straight. She was still doing a pretty good impression of Fluttershy, though.

“So... The Princess told you that you have to do anything I ask? Anything anything?”

She nodded again.

I already knew exactly what I wanted. “So... you think you could copy that spell you saw the Princess do and grow yourself a dick?”

After thinking for a moment, Twilight shrugged. “I suppose so. It was fairly simple, actually. Are you going to ask me to, um...” She looked at me. “I... I never thought you might feel that way about me, Rainbow Dash.”

“I don't.”

She looked back down at the floor. “Oh.”

“Ugh, don't take it the wrong way or anything. Come on. It's just, you know, the whole 'sexy librarian' thing just doesn't do it for me, okay? Not my thing.”

“Then why the...?”

“Why the dick?” I laughed. “Well, I'm not done yet. There's two things that really get me going – nice strong muscles and a nice, meaty dick. And while we're sharing secrets, I guess I might as well admit that I've always kind of had a thing for Applejack.”

Twilight actually smiled. The first time in days. “I know... I think everypony knows.”

“Yeah, well, she doesn't have my number two requirement, and she's way too traditional for filly-fooling anyway. That's where you come in. Remember when you and Starlight were working on reverse-engineering changeling magic?”

For a long while, Twilight stared at me. “Um... I'm not sure I follow. What is it, exactly, that you want me to do?”

For such a smart pony, Twilight could be really slow on the uptake sometimes. I shook my head. It looked like she'd need me to spell it out for her: “I want you to transform yourself into Applejack, grow a dick, and fuck me with it.”

Twilight plopped down, sitting on the floor with her mouth gaping. “You what?”

“Oh, and also... Um, never tell anypony about this. Ever. Especially not Applejack, okay?”

“You want me to what?”

“Ugh!” I rolled my eyes. “You heard me.”

“But, Rainbow, I can't! I can't do that!”

“Yes you can.”

“But... That?”

“You said anything, didn't you?”

Twilight took a deep breath. “You want it ... now?”

“Sure, why not? I'm free for the rest of the day.”

“Oh... Okay.”

“So you'll do it?” I grinned. “You have to do it right! The voice and everything!”

Twilight nodded, and before my eyes, she began to glow. At first it was her normal pinkish-purple magic, but then it shifted to green. Flame-like tendrils wrapped over her body in a flash, and then the pony standing in front of me wasn't Twilight Sparkle anymore – it was Applejack.

Well, Applejack, but missing a few details. “Hey! You have to do the hat and the hair ribbons, too! It's not really Applejack without those.”

“I'm sorry, Rainbow, but getting the transformation spell to include clothes is something Starlight and I never managed to—”

“No! You have to do the voice!”

“Oh, right... Um...” She cleared her throat. “Ahm sorry Sugarcube, but gettin' that there spell to work on clothes is somethin' me an' Starlight couldn't never get right. I reckon I could mosey over to Sweet Apple Acres and sneak some out of Applejack's – I mean mah – bedroom, if y'all really need it.”

I laughed. “Don't lay it on quite that thick. But better.” Coming closer, I started circling around her, looking at her in ways I'd never be able to openly look at Applejack. Hot ponyfeathers, was she sexy or what? She'd gotten Applejack's firm, powerful curves just right. And the way her mane and tail flowed freely was starting to grow on me. Applejack looked like a whole different pony that way ... an even sexier pony. “And don't worry about the hat and hair ties, I guess...”

Twijack blushed as I came around behind her and looked under her tail. “So... you like it?”

I slapped her ass, which made her yelp, then I gave that firm, toned flank a nice soothing rub to make up for it. “Awesome. Now do the dick!”

She nodded, and the outline of an alicorn's horn glowed around the empty space above Twijack's forehead. A little flash emanated from under her belly. “Okay ... how's that?”

Licking my lips in anticipation, I came around to her other side and lowered my head, brazenly looking at her crotch. There was a nicely-sized sheath down there instead of her teats, and some adorably plump balls hanging proudly behind it ... but they were all purple. “Um, Twilight ... the color?”

Bending her head down between her front legs, she looked at herself. “Oh, right. Oops! Hold on just a sec...” The green magic flashed again, and then her new parts perfectly matched the ruddy color of Applejack's pussy lips ... which was a color I was probably too familiar with for my own good. I stared and stared.

“Um, Rainbow Dash?”

I looked up at her face, snapped out of staring at her juicy round balls. “Call me 'Sugarcube'.”

“Oh, um, okay ... Sugarcube.”

Grinning, I came closer, rubbing the side of my body against hers, draping a wing over her strong back. I nuzzled her cheek and ran a hoof through her long, blonde mane. Twijack looked so vulnerable with her hair loose ... so feminine and pretty. “Oh Applejack,” I whispered into her ear, almost nibbling on the edge of it, “you have no idea how much I've wanted this.”

She reached up and stroked the back of my mane with her hoof, drawing me in closer, and then she kissed me. It was a little awkward at first, just a tiny little peck, pressing our lips together ... but we soon found ourselves, kissing more deeply, letting our tongues caress each other's.

When we parted again, panting, Twijack cuddled her cheek up into the crook of my neck. “You have no idea how much Ah've wanted this, Sugarcube.”

To hear that, in her voice... I went all wobbly in the knees. Before I risked falling down and showing just how weak I felt, I pushed Twijack over, flopping her belly-up on the ground below me. Diving down on top of her, I smothered her in kisses, running my hooves all over the firm, chiseled curves of her body.

She gasped and her chest heaved up and down beneath me. Her hooves wandered as well, gravitating toward my tight little ass cheeks. I grinned as she squeezed. It felt good to be wanted, to be desirable ... to be sexy.

Our mouths met, and we tasted each other again. Oh, the way she moaned into my mouth ... I'd never been so turned on in my whole life! My tail was already flipped up way over my back, and when Twijack's thigh slipped between my legs, I could feel how soaking wet I was back there.

And I wasn't the only one getting turned on. I felt it, the warm mass of the apple-pony cock growing and sliding up between our two bodies. The supple skin of it rubbed back and forth over my teats as we instinctively humped against one another, making my nipples hard. I felt the wet spot growing just above my belly button, where her tip was leaking pre-cum between us.

She looked up at me, her green eyes sparkling. “Oh Rainbow. Ah never knew you could make me feel this way...”

I shut her up with another deep kiss. Twijack's hard body against mine, her hard cock against my belly... It was more than I could ever hope for, something right out of my most secret fantasies. She was so strong.

“How's that there feelin', Sugarcube?”

Ugh, she was still getting the accent wrong! Way too thick. I lifted myself off of her a little. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Twijack grinned, and with surprising power, she rolled. Both of us flipped over, and then she was on top of me. I was smothered in hot apple-pony muscle, and all I wanted was more of it – all of it. She pulled herself back, and I felt the firm tip of her cock trail down across my underbelly.

She was standing nearly straight up by the time the head of her cock pressed against my teats – how big had she made her magical cock? Did she have any control over the size? If not, was this size based on Twilight's body or Applejack's body? I'd never know for sure ... unless I could persuade Twilight and Applejack to—

I gasped when the broad, flat tip of it pressed against my soaking pussy lips. I could already feel myself spreading open a little. My legs quivered.

“Y'all ready, Sugarcube?”

Looking up into Twijack's face, I just stared up with my mouth gaping. My tongue might have even been hanging out. Maybe I made some kind of almost-imperceptible nod, maybe my body did the decision-making for me, or maybe Twijack simply didn't wait for an answer. She pressed forward, and her delicious cock slipped between my pussy lips. Her loose mane swayed as she threw her head back and groaned. And though she took it slow, making only tiny inward motion with each little thrust, she was relentless. Every time she moved, a little more of that cock found its way inside of me; every time she moved, the buzzing pleasure inside of me swelled a little bigger.

“Applejack, I—”

She pushed a little more into me and looked into my eyes. “Yeah, Sugarcube?”

“I... I lov—” Suddenly, I remembered who I was really talking to. Rather than let my mouth run on, I pushed myself up with my wings and kissed her, wrapping my hooves around her back and pulling her in close.

Her thrusts didn't stop, even as she returned the kiss with a generous amount of tongue. When we finally broke from the kiss, Twijack firmly pushed all the way in, until she touched my deepest point. As my body shook, she leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Ah love y'all, too, Rainbow Dash.”

What? W-was she speaking as Twilight there? Was Twilight in love with me? Or was she still in-character as Applejack?

She slowly pulled back and slid inside me again, and then none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was the feeling of that gigantic mare cock moving into of me, its veins and medial ring brushing along my inner walls, its fat tip filling me so deep inside.

It was incredible! ... But as Twijack's slow, passionate lovemaking went on, I got used to it. Each long, slow thrust made me moan, but it wasn't making me scream. She was so hot, looking down at me with no hat and unkempt hair, but I wasn't really getting any closer to getting off. As she gently rocked back and forth on top of me, I was even able to catch my breath – and that wasn't the kind of sex I was after at all. “No,” I said between thrusts. “Do me like Applejack would do me!”

Twijack stopped, her cock buried deep inside me. “Um... how would she— Ah mean, how would Ah do it?”

Pushing up from underneath her, I rolled both of us back over. Acutely aware of the feeling of her wonderful length slipping out of me, I got up off of her and stepped to the side.

“Rainbow, what're y'all talkin' abou...”

Facing away from her, I stuck my rump up in the air and flipped my tail over my back. I could feel my pussy winking at her, dripping on the floor, begging her to give me that wonderful cock again.

“Oh, Ah reckon Ah get it now.” Twijack didn't waste much time. Only a couple winks later, her muscled chest slid up over my ass, pinning my tail between us.

Her hot tip prodded against my cheeks a few times. She carefully poked it around until it met the even hotter wetness of my pussy. Still slick with my juices, it slid inside easily. Twijack bottomed out in one long, gentle thrust.

I melted back into her, pressing my rump up into her crotch, taking in just a bit more of her, until I could feel the warm pressure of her balls against my ass cheeks.

Again, Twijack began moving slowly and gently, letting me savor every minute detail of her cock inside me, of her strong hooves gripping my flanks, of her hot apple-scented breath against my neck. And yet ... it wasn't what I wanted, what I needed.

“No! Like Applejack would do it!”

Twijack froze for a moment, though I could still feel half of her shaft twitching inside me. “You mean, like ... harder or something?”

“Yes! Harder!”

“Okay...” Without any further warning, Twijack slammed herself into me as deep as she could go.

I screamed when the head of her cock bashed deep inside me. Finally something to make me scream! A few tiny thrusts, barely pulling out at all but pushing back in so hard, made me whimper a little with each one. But then she pulled out, all the way out. Before I could say or do anything, she jammed it all the way in. My body could do nothing but take the hard use, and I screamed again.

“Aaah!” Another full thrust rocked my world. “Oh fuck yes!”

Twijack was really getting into it now, grunting and sweating as she pounded my pussy mercilessly. I knew I would be sore later, but I wanted it. I wanted to feel the soreness and remember this moment. I wanted this to last forever. I wanted her to make me cum, I wanted her to cum, I wanted her to claim me as hers forever!

“Applejack, I— Aanh! ... I— Oh shit! Mmmn!”

Twijack stopped immediately. “Is something wrong? Is it too much? I'm so sorry, I was just getting into it and maybe I...”

“No, no...” I panted, turning my neck to look back at her. “I just... Just give me the full Applejack experience, okay? Make me yours!”

For a long moment, Twijack just stared at me. I could feel her breathing against my back, and I could feel her powerful heartbeat through her cock. Eventually, though, her little frown of confusion turned into a wicked grin. With a flash from her invisible horn, a length of rope teleported into the room right in front of me.

At the sight of it, I pushed myself back, my pussy swallowing her beautiful cock once more.

I didn't mind that the rope was moved by glowing purple magic. All I cared about was how it wrapped around my front hooves and dragged them back until my chest slammed down on the ground. Before I could so much as moan, the other end of it wrapped around my muzzle and between my teeth like a bridle.

She pulled out of me a little, then yanked back on the rope. It pulled my lips and scratched my cheeks, and it forced me to press my hips up into her crotch. She filled me completely, and she felt twice as big inside me now that I was being forced into it.

The rope gave me a little slack, but then snapped tight again as she plowed into me. Her thighs hit my ass with a slap that echoed around the room. I bit into the tough rope, reveling in the pain and the pleasure of being taken, being used by another pony, not just any pony, but the hard-muscled farm pony of my dreams and her enormous magical cock.

The next time Twijack thrust into me, I screamed into the rope and my pussy clamped down hard. The wave of pleasure swelled through me just like her cock; I surrendered to it just like I'd surrendered to the ropes, and I came like I never had before. Hot juices splattered to the floor behind me, and my whole body convulsed. My belly spasmed as my own nectar flowed down over it, and my inner walls groped and squeezed the one still point in my body – the fiery-hot pleasure of Twijack's hard cock.

Eventually, my grip on her loosened a little. Even as I was still twitching and gasping for breath, Twijack started thrusting again, and she still didn't hold anything back.

My eyes teared up, and my screams became non-stop. I was barely keeping up with it, feeling like I might pass out at any moment. And still, Twijack rammed her thick cock into me time after time. I was a quivering orgasmic mess, and I wanted nothing more than to be filled. I wanted to be hers, for her to claim me as her one and only fucktoy.

Twijack grunted. “Rainbow, I'm... I'm getting close.” The tip of her cock flared wide, practically locking her in. She could barely move back and forth at all as her swelling cock stretched me to my limits. “Do you want it in... ins... Uugh!”

“Mmmm!” I tried to yell at her through the gagging rope, not even sure what I was trying to say. All that came out was muffled moans.

It didn't matter. Twijack's cock gave a long, powerful throb, and warm Applejack cum flooded into me, soaking into every inch of my body.

Another came, and another. I could feel each hot jet of it spraying against my innermost barrier, pushing its way through as her flare locked the gooey mass deep inside me.

An orgasm hit me by surprise, smaller than the first, but so much warmer and deeper. I could lose myself in steamy, Applejack-scented clouds of bliss as my pussy sucked and squeezed, begging her cock for every drop it could give me. My vision faded a little, but that didn't matter – the only thing that mattered was the cock I could feel pulsing streams of new life into me.

... When I came back to myself, I first noticed that my face was in a puddle of drool. More of it was leaking from my lips around the rope. Twijack was still twitching on top of me, but I could feel her cock softening and slipping out. It came free with a plop, followed by a huge splatter of white on the floor behind me. I felt it leaking out and dribbling down the crevice between by ass cheeks. And I could still feel it inside of me, the thick warm weight of it.

As I struggled to get up, the ropes glowed purple and untied themselves, slipping off of me and allowing me to stand. And as soon as I stood on all four hooves again, Twijack slipped off of me as well.

I whirled on her in an instant, easily knocking her off her woozy legs and diving down for her cock. Before it could disappear entirely, I took the softening length into my mouth. Greedily, I sucked it down, licked it clean. The flavors of myself and Applejack mixed on my tongue. I wanted all of it, every last drop.

Twijack groaned and stroked my mane with her hoof.

Looking back up at her with her half-hard cock still filling my mouth, I grinned ... as much as I could with my lips spread around her girth.

“Oh, Sugarcube... Yer a real softie on the inside, ain't ya?”

Still really bad at the accent, but by then I didn't care anymore. That was Applejack's mane all messy and matted with sweat. That was Applejack's soft, well-spent cock between my lips. Those were Applejack's honest green eyes that stared down at her so affectionately. So full of love. I slurped up the very last of our shared juices, stuck my tongue out for my Apple lover to see, then swallowed them eagerly. But I wasn't all subservient – I poked my hoof against the little bit of her cock still outside of her sheath and winked. “Hey, I'm not the one going soft here.”

She stroked her hoof through my mane again. “Y'all really are a rascal, ain't ya, Dashie?”

“Are you really going to talk to the mother of your foal like that?” I giggled and rubbed my belly. “I bet I've got an awesome little earth pony in here already. Heh, I guess that means I'm a part of the Apple family now.”

“Actually, I would think that a unicorn or a pegasus would be more likely.” Twijack glowed purple for a moment, then transformed back into Twilight Sparkle.

I gaped at her. Oh wait...

“Possibly even an alicorn.” With another flash, the now-purple cock vanished as well, leaving only Twilight's smooth, violet-furred belly.

“But...” My mind spun. “I... I can't! I can't have a foal! Not now! Not with ... um...”

“It's okay, Rainbow. I understand that you're not ready ... and that I'm not the, uh, father you'd prefer. Don't worry. I have a contraception spell that will work perfectly as long as we use it within twenty-four hours. You don't have to have a foal if you don't want to.”

At least I could breathe again. “Oh... Okay.” That was ... a close call. And something else. If anypony had asked me this morning if I wanted Applejack's babies, I would have laughed at them ... for more than one reason. But now...? Well, that would be between me and Applejack – not that Applejack would ever consider such an nontraditional thing – but it was definitely none of Twilight's business.

“Rainbow? Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to use that contraceptive spell?”

“Yeah...” I sat up straighter and wiped a little bit of cum away from my lips. “Yeah to both. You... You wouldn’t tell anypony about this, would you? Especially not, you know...”

“I'll never tell anypony, and certainly not Applejack.”

I nodded. “Good. And, um, thanks... That was, uh ... good.”

Twilight grinned, and from her blush, I guessed that she might have enjoyed it almost as much as I did. She was cute like that. Still not my type ... but, you know, objectively cute. Not like my opinion or anything. Just really cute.

It got me to thinking, though. “Wait... If Princess Celestia used the same mare-dick spell with you...” I squinted at her. “Did you ... you know?”

“Did she ejaculate inside me?”

I looked away, a little shocked to hear it said so boldly from a pony I'd always known to be so prudish and uptight. I could still remember her look of outrage when I'd said that Princess Cadance was a lucky mare – that Shining Armor had a really nice package. But I nodded. “Yeah, that. Did you do it, are you...?”

She smiled broadly ... almost disturbingly wide. “Oh yes, very much yes. And you'd better believe the first thing I did when I got a little privacy was to run a full pregnancy detection spell.”

“And...?”

“You have to promise to keep it a secret – I haven't even told Celestia yet!”

I nodded.

“Pinkie promise.”

After I went through the motions and said the right words, Twilight finally seemed satisfied. She leaned in close and whispered, “Two eggs are fertilized, though they haven't implanted yet. Each one has approximately a fifty percent chance of implanting in the uterine lining, giving me a seventy-five percent chance of being pregnant and a twenty-five percent chance of it being twins!”

“Such an egghead.” I gave her a devilish grin. “Literally.”

“Well, this egghead is the only one in Ponyville who knows a contraceptive spell that works after the act, so I'd hope you'd be more appreciative. You still want me to do it, right?”

I nodded almost frantically. “Yes, yes! Of course! But ... you're not going to do that spell for yourself?”

“Oh, no. It's already beyond the twenty-four hour window anyway. And, well... Remember how you felt when you thought you were going to have Applejack's babies? Let's just say, um, when it comes to Princess Celestia, I feel a similar way about it.”

“I... I was... It was just the hormones or, um, something! I didn't mean that about Applejack!”

She laid a hoof on my shoulder. “There's nothing to be ashamed of, Rainbow Dash. And your secret is safe with me. I promise.”

“Pinkie Promise?”

“I already made a vow to Princess Celestia to do whatever you wanted...”

I shook my head. “Yeah, but she's just the Princess. Nopony breaks a Pinkie promise.”

Twilight sighed and went through the motions. “There. Pinkie promise. Though, you know ... I could use Ferngold's Fantastic Feminine Phallus spell on any mare. If Applejack agreed to it, this could be a reality...”

“Nah, I can't get pregnant – it would ruin my flying form for the Wonderbolts for at least a year. I can't take a year off when I'm still just a rookie. And besides, she'd never go along with it. I already know she has no interest in other mares.” I thought back to how warm and satisfied I'd been when I thought I would be carrying her foals. How fulfilled. What a shame.

“What if Applejack wasn't the one with the, um, phallus? I could use the spell on you, after all. Then you wouldn't be the one getting pregnant, and Applejack would have a 'stallion' of sorts – that might be close enough for her...”

I looked over at her. “You really think she'd go for something like that?”

“Well, the probability is rather low... But I'd bet my crown that the chances of it working are non-zero. We'd just have to find the right way to approach her about it. We certainly can't broach the topic too straightforwardly – you two aren't even dating yet ... and you can't be dating until Applejack knows about the possibilities of this spell... It's a tricky conundrum ... maybe Rarity could help us sift through it. I imagine she's pretty good with this kind of thing.”

I shook my head. “I should have known. It's always the sheltered ones who end up being the most perverted. And a librarian on top of it – I've seen enough porno magazines to know that hot librarians are always secretly kinky.”

“You ... think I'm hot?”

“Um, um, no! I mean yes! I mean ... augh! Why does this have to be so hard?” I covered my head with my hooves. “I mean, you're not my type, but...”

“But...”

“But you are objectively pretty hot. By, you know, normal pony standards. And being a princess doesn't hurt – did you notice that you've gotten taller since you got wings? Everypony likes long legs. And, you know, other stuff.”

“Well, too bad for them.” Twilight giggled. “I belong to Celestia now, and nopony else. I'm her mare ... though I guess it does make me wonder if that 'objective hotness' might have influenced Celestia's choice.”

“Nopony else? You've still got Soarin and Spitfire, right?”

Twilight nodded. “True ... but only under Celestia's orders. Speaking of which, where might I find them about now?”

“Soarin's on leave in Las Pegasus, and Spitfire should be at the Academy – veteran-level training season is starting there now that our spring tour is over.”

“Okay ... good.”

I smirked. “You're enjoying this 'punishment', aren't you?”

“What?” Twilight held a hoof over her chest in indignation. “Of course not! I'm just doing my duty and making amends, like Princess Celestia told me to.”

“Twilight...”

“What?”

“You're even worse at lying than Applejack.”

Twilight sniggered. “Maybe. So ... are we still friends? Despite, you know...”

“You're talking to the Element of Loyalty here, Princess Egghead. Of course we're friends. Just, you know, ask next time you're feeling frisky, okay? I might even say yes.”

2: Soarin

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2: Soarin

It surprised me to hear a knock at my door, early Thursday morning. I'd put a 'do not disturb' sign on my hotel room's doorknob, after all. But as I shook the grogginess out of my head, the knock came again. Just a polite little rapping.

“I didn't order any room service,” I mumbled at the insolent door.

“It's not room service. I'm—”

“Well who is it, then?” I was already more than a little annoyed. Last night had been as long a night as Las Pegasus could offer, and whoever this mare out there was, she'd woken me up out of a deeply restful and thoroughly well-deserved sleep. This was supposed to be my vacation, the one time in my year when nopony would be waking me up.

“I'm Twilight Sparkle. The hotel desk said I could find Soarin in this room, is that right? I'd just like to speak with you for a moment, if now isn't a bad time.”

Twilight Sparkle? Princess Twilight Sparkle? “Just a minute, Princess!” I jumped out of bed and rushed to the small desk against the other wall. Hurriedly, I snatched up the lewd, touristy menu of escort services and shoved it way in the back of a desk drawer, where nopony would look for it. Then I dashed to the mirror in the bathroom and tried to give my mane and tail at least a rudimentary shakedown. No time for a proper brushing, but at least now it looked like I'd had a proper night's sleep, rather than a long night of... Well, everything Las Pegasus had to offer.

Before opening the door, I looked back and checked for anything that would seem inappropriate or out-of-place... Oh ponyfeathers! Darting back, I hastily brushed a certain item of intimate feminine apparel under the bed. So that's where that little thing had ended up...

Now, with the room's sordid past at least somewhat censored, I took a deep breath, straightened myself to parade-ground posture, and opened the door.

I had expected a princess, but there was no crown, no guards, no retinue, not even the five friends she usually traveled with. There was an alicorn, but she was smallish, barely taller than me, and she still looked more like a cute, frumpy librarian than a regal princess, despite the wings.

“I'm sorry to interrupt,” she said, “but could I have a moment? I'm afraid I have something important to tell you about.”

She didn't carry herself like a princess, either. The way she looked at me – hesitantly under those big, flat bangs of hers – reminded me of the first time we met, at that Grand Galloping Gala years ago. She had only been the Princess's bookish protege back then, somepony that no one paid much attention to.

“Of course, Your Highness! I'm just, um, surprised to be getting a royal visit this early, or, you know ... at all. Is there some kind of emergency?”

“Early?” She cocked her head to the side a little. “It's two in the afternoon.”

I looked back into the room, but I couldn't see the clock by the side of the bed. It had somehow gotten knocked down to the floor at some point in last night's ... activities. “Is it?”

She nodded, then looked around the hotel hallway.

And then it hit me that I was keeping a princess waiting on my doorstep. “Oh! Um, please come in. I'll be glad to hear whatever it is you have to say.”

“You probably won't be glad to hear this,” she said as she walked in, shutting the door behind her. “But I need to tell you, all the same.”

It was strange that she saw the need to close the door. Maybe this was something of a sensitive diplomatic nature. But then why would she come to me of all ponies about that? Being a Wonderbolt is a big achievement and all, not to mention being the vice-captain, but that hardly qualified me for anything important enough for an unannounced royal visit. Unless... Oh no! Had something happened to Spitfire? That would make me acting captain of the Wonderbolts, and that might warrant a royal visit. As Princess Twilight took a seat on the mercifully clean chair next to the bed, I braced myself for the worst kind of bad news.

“What I'm about to tell you may be disturbing. But please, hear me out and hear everything I have to say. On Princess Celestia's orders, I have to tell you every detail. Perhaps you'd like to take a seat?”

Oh, poor Spitfire... Stunt flying is a risky profession, we all knew that when we signed up. With any luck, the bad news would only be that she'd injured a wing or something, maybe even something she could recover from. As long as it wasn't ... worse than an injury. I took a seat across from the Princess on the hotel room's bed. “Okay...”

“First of all, I want to make it clear that I am profoundly sorry for what happened. All of it. And I swear to you that it will never happen again, under any circumstances.”

That settled it. Spitfire had died in an airshow for the Princess, some horrible accident, and now Princess Twilight felt responsible. Oh, Spitfire... In my heart, there had always been a warm-glowing secret fantasy of me proposing to Spitfire, marrying her, settling down to raise pegasus babies when we were ready to retire from the hard work of stunt flying. Now, the pleasant image that had always kept me going cracked and crumbled into cold dust. It left a gaping hole inside me. Poor Spitfire... I wished I had been there. Even if I hadn't been able to save her, I would have at least be able to be with her, in the end. She deserved that much.

“Do you remember your most recent air show in Baltimare?”

I looked up at her. “Huh?” What did that have to do with it? Spitfire had been fine at the end of that show – more than fine. And the show hadn't been anything unusual for them.

“Well, I'd developed a magic spell that allowed me to stop time itself... For my own perverse purposes, I used it to sneak into your locker room after the show, and I—”

I jumped up. “Wait, so Spitfire is okay?”

“Um, yeah, as far as I know. What, did something happen to her?” Princess Twilight blinked up at me.

“Oh thank Celestia!” I collapsed back down onto the bed, heaving in deep breaths and holding a hoof over my pounding heart. Spitfire was okay. Everything was fine.

“I'm sorry ... has there been some confusion?”

Sitting back up, I smiled at her. “Sorry, sorry,” I mumbled as I caught my breath. “I guess I was jumping to conclusions a bit too quickly.”

“Oh, okay... Well, what I've been trying to tell you is that, well...”

“Yes?”

“I'm very sorry about this, Soarin, and I know it was wrong.”

It was starting to get to me. “What is it already?”

“I raped you in that locker room.”

My tail-hole immediately clenched, and my eyes involuntarily darted to that long, purple horn of hers. But then, as I thought about it, my brows furrowed. I was pretty sure I'd know it if I'd been raped, after all. And what had happened in that locker room between me, Spitfire, and Rainbow Dash definitely wasn't rape, and Princess Twilight hadn't been there at all. “Huh?”

“I froze time, and while everypony else was frozen in place...” The Princess went on to tell me a long, clinical list of exactly what she'd done to Rainbow Dash, Spitfire, and finally me.

But despite the dry, clinical way she described it, despite how morally wrong it might have been... I couldn't help but notice that my cock was beginning to slip free of its sheath at the idea of the things she described. I crossed my front hooves in front of my lap in an effort to hide it ... not that it was anything she hadn't seen before, of course. It was weird, thinking that she had known me in the most intimate ways, seen and touched every inch of me ... but I'd never seen or touched her, not like that.

“... Also, in addition to telling everyone what I'd done and Princess Celestia's own punishments, she ordered me to do anything you ask of me. Anything to make up for what I did to you.”

Anything, huh? A grin started to grow on my face. I already had an idea of what I wanted to do with her.

“But if I could ask something of you...?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“What was it like, from your perspective? Even though I've sworn off ever using this spell again, I would still like to make a formal observation and study into its effects. Did you notice anything strange?”

I nodded a little. “Yeah, there was one thing... Once Spitfire and Rainbow dash had warmed me up and Spitfire—”

Princess Twilight had materialized a clipboard from somewhere and she was already scribbling notes on it as she watched me intently. “Yes?”

It struck me, suddenly, how strange it was to be saying things like this in front of a princess. To a princess.

“Go on...”

“Uh, I'm not sure it's the kind of thing I should—”

“Don't worry,” she said. “This is for research purposes only, and all names will be anonymized. I'm doing this strictly to find out more about this spell and its effects.”

“Okay. Well, um... Rainbow Dash was, uh, you know. She was licking me down below, and Spitfire had just begun to really deep-throat me.” The vivid memory came up, unbidden. Did Spitfire's special talents in the bedroom have something to do with my fantasy of marrying her? Maybe a little. But that was a question for another time. “I was only just barely getting warmed up, and of course we planned to do a lot more ... but then something happened all the sudden.”

Princess Twilight stared at me eagerly. “What? What happened?”

“I don't know... It was kind of like a flicker, almost like the lights had just flashed for some reason. But then all three of us blew it, right there on the spot.”

She scribbled more notes on her clipboard.

“All three of us came without any warning. I, um, I blew my load straight down Spitfire's throat. And both of the mares got off at the same time, too. They both dropped to the ground and squirted out from under their tails. Spitfire seemed really mad at me for getting off so soon, and for doing it in her throat without warning her first ... but then Rainbow pointed out that they came, too.” I shook my head. That had been a crazy confrontation. “In the end, we just, you know, figured that we'd all been hyped up from the successful show, so we were all on a hair trigger somehow.” I had been unduly proud of triggering both mares' orgasms just from them giving me oral, but now that I knew what really happened, it wasn't quite so impressive.

“And then what happened?”

I looked up at her. “Is that really necessary?”

“Of course it is!” She held up her clipboard, as if that proved anything. “It's for science!”

“Well, um...” She was a princess, after all. Who was I to question her on something like that? “After that, Spitfire said she had something to share with Rainbow. She kissed her, and she swapped some of my cum into Rainbow's mouth. The two mares really started getting into kissing each other, and to be polite, I went down and started eating them both out. Rainbow rolled over so that she was on top, and they pressed their, um, lady parts together for me so I could lick them both at the same time ... and probably just so they could rub them together. By that time, I was starting to get hard again, so I took a turn or two with each of them. Once I started getting close, Rainbow said that Spitfire shouldn't get to hog all of it, so she spun around, pulled my dick out of Spitfire, and started sucking on me. She doesn't quite have Spitfire's ... uh, talents in that area, but she was really enthusiastic. And the way she moaned around it when Spitfire licked her between her...” I looked over at Princess Twilight again. “Are you sure this is necessary?”

She hadn't taken any notes in a while, but as soon as I said that, she began scribbling furiously again. “Yes. Go on.”

“Well, I finished in Rainbow's mouth ... and kind of all over Spitfire's belly and teats as well. I was pretty spent by then, but the two of them kept going at each other. They sixty-nined until Spitfire squirted again, and then Rainbow sat on Spitfire's face until she got off as well. By that time, we were all pretty tired and sticky, so we hit the showers.”

“And did anything happen in the showers...?”

“Um, with all due respect, Princess, I'm pretty sure that doesn't have anything to do with the spell you're researching.”

Princess Twilight looked stricken. She blushed and teleported the clipboard away. “Right! Sorry! Um, why don't we talk instead about what you want to ask from me. I have to do anything necessary to make it up to you.”

I thought about how I'd already been sucked off by her, how I'd already been inside her ... and yet, I didn't remember anything about it. That wasn't fair. But it was hot to think about having another pony completely immobilized, being able to do whatever one wanted with them... Oh, I knew what I wanted, all right. “I can ask for anything? And this isn't some kind of trick to test my loyalty or something?”

“Completely honest.” The Princess went through some bizarre motions with her hooves. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, um, I guess you wouldn't know about Pinkie promises.” She glanced away, blushing slightly. “Never mind about that. How about instead, um...” Clearing her throat, she sat up straighter and spread out her wings. “You have my word as the Princess of Friendship.”

“Oh, okay...” I took a deep breath. Could I really ask this of a princess? Did I really have the nerve? And yet, if what she said about her spell was true, she would definitely deserve it. “Can I ask you to turn the tables?”

“Of course you can. You can ask for anything, but ... I'm not quite sure what you mean by that?”

Phew. I'd said it, and she hadn't blown up into a rage and banished me from Equestria. That was a relief. “I mean, I want to be able to have my way with you while you're frozen in time ... it's only fair.”

“Oh...” She looked down. “I'm afraid that's impossible. Only the one who casts the spell can move when everything is frozen. Since you're not a unicorn, you can't be that one. And even if I could come up with some way to redirect the spell and cast it on you, you'd have no way of ending the spell yourself, and I wouldn’t be able to because I would be frozen. There's a very good chance that the entire world would remain frozen in time, and you'd be stuck there all alone until you finally died ... I'm fairly sure that time would resume flowing if the focusing agent of the spell died.”

I stared at her, the potential horror of that scenario sinking in. From her perspective, when she cast the spell, I would immediately flash away ... to reappear somewhere else, dead of either old age or suicide. From my perspective, I'd be eternally stuck in a hellish, frozen mockery of the world I wanted to live in, effectively the only pony alive.

“Sorry, sorry! Sometimes I can get too analytical for my own good. Don't worry – I'd never do that to you, or to anypony else. No nightmares like that are going to happen on my watch. Not one blink.”

Okay, phew. Maybe... “You could still, um, pretend to be frozen, right?”

The Princess paused for a moment, then nodded. “I can't guarantee that I'll be able to imitate the effects of the spell exactly, but I'll do my best.”

“Oh, okay. Good.”

We both looked at each other for a few moments. The clock might be lost somewhere between the nightstand and the bed, but I could still hear it ticking.

I opened my mouth, then closed it without speaking. What does one say in a situation like this? It was like that awkward moment when I met my escort last night, but far worse. At least then she had been able to take the lead and treat it as routine, which quickly broke through the awkwardness. It didn't hurt that her way of saying 'thanks for putting the money on the table' was to abruptly drop down and start giving me a blowjob. But now? Neither the Princess nor I knew where to go from here. I looked around the room, then back at her. “So, um... Should we get started, or ... uh, something?”

“Right, right, of course.” Princess Twilight got up out of the chair in a hurry, fluttering her wings. “Um, how about this: Whenever you want me to freeze, clap your hooves together. Clap again to unfreeze me. Okay?”

I nodded dumbly.

She smiled professionally, smoothed down her wings, and started walking toward the hotel room's door. “Good, now that we've gotten that figured out, I suppose I can go. Thank you for your understanding, Soarin.”

Hey! But she was supposed to pretend to be frozen! Why was she just leaving now? Did I do something wrong? What was it that she expected me to do?

Oh. Once it hit me, it was obvious. She was already playing the game. Before she got halfway to the door, I clapped my hooves together.

Princess Twilight froze immediately, one hoof still raised above the carpet as she stopped in mid-stride. She did a really good job of pretending to be frozen, though I could still see her sides moving slightly as she breathed, and she wobbled just a tiny bit – off balance on just three hooves.

Slowly, I got up and walked over to her. She didn't react at all. I came up to her from behind, closer than I'd normally dare to approach any royalty, especially from this angle, but without technically doing anything inappropriate, not yet.

I walked around her, appreciating her soft purple body with my eyes. That was maybe more than I'd normally dare to look at a princess, even if I thought I wouldn't be noticed. Although she was at least as tall as me, she was much slimmer. I could tell that she was growing into a body more like Princess Celestia's. Now that would be a fantasy come true...

But enough about that. I already had one princess here, letting me do anything I wanted with her. Wasn't that enough? No need to get greedy. As I came around in front of her, I watched her deep purple eyes – she didn't even move her eyes, though she did blink once. She was completely dedicated to maintaining this fiction of her being frozen.

Well, time to take advantage of it.

I stepped just a bit closer, raised my hoof up, then traced it down her neck. There was a slight, involuntary twitch under her fur when I first made contact, but she didn't move, not even as I brushed downward along her mane. She was so sleek and silky ... not rough and tumble muscle like the Wonderbolts I fooled around with, but not doughy and soft like the escort last night had been.

She felt really nice, actually.

Leaning in, I took a whiff of her scent through her mane. Floral, maybe a little bit of lavender. She must have had good taste in shampoo or something. My hoof traced lower, over her withers, down her chest. She was breathing a little more heavily now, but that was barely noticeable – she was doing a good job of not letting it affect her.

“You feel nice,” I said. She didn't reply, of course. The only sound I could hear was the ticking of that clock.

While she might not have been letting it affect her, it was definitely starting to affect me. My cock had dropped out of its sheath and was swaying beneath me. When I hugged the Princess around the neck and played at mounting her from the front, it slapped up against my belly, already getting hard from the thought of having her completely, of being able to do anything with her I wanted.

And what did I want?

I slipped back off of her and trailed my wingtip along her other side as I went around. Before I got all the way, I stopped to admire the curve of her belly, sliding my hoof from the base of her wing down and around her, underneath her, all the way until I brushed against her soft little teats. That brought an electric tingle to me, and it made my cock slap against my belly again. Here I was, touching the teats of a Princess. I reached down and touched her there again, just because I could.

But there was far more in store for me, and I couldn't wait to get to it. My hoof wandered to her nice, round rump. When I gave her a healthy squeeze, I marveled at just how perfect she felt. Not hard and unyielding like Spitfire, but definitely not a feather-stuffed pillow like that escort. She had just the right amount of softness to let me sink my hoof in as I squeezed and still feel her trim and toned curve through it all.

And, of course, not far behind there... As I came around her, I once again got a little peek of her purple pussy lips underneath her tail, but only a peek. Her tail still hid most of it from me, showing me only an alluring glimpse of how the nice, full curves of her butt cheeks came together. But she was frozen; I could do anything I wanted with her, and I didn't have to settle for just a peek. Not this time.

Grinning to myself, I reached out, grabbed her tail, and lifted it up. It moved easily, and when I let go, she held it exactly where I'd left it ... and I'd left it raised up as lewdly as possible.

The Princess was on full display to me now. I could see her pussy, nestled high and tight between her generous cheeks, and her tail hole above it. Her mound was smooth and clean, and surprisingly petite for her alicorn-esque size. Her legs pulled the lips slightly to one side, since one leg was still extended forward and the other backward. For a long moment, I just stood and stared at this pristine monument of feminine perfection.

But then, of course, it left me wanting more. I reached up and traced my hoof along the curve of her ass, up and down, reveling in the springy-soft flesh under her immaculately groomed fur. Of course, my hoof soon found its way inward, tracing up the gap between her hind legs until it brushed her thighs on both sides. Then up and up some more, up along between her lovely cheeks. And then there was the softness of her pussy lips.

I gasped as I felt her most intimate skin against the soft part of my hoof. She was warm there, and wet, too. Her moisture slowly dripped onto my hoof. I swirled it around on her lips, pulling them open a little at times and seeing the bright, shiny pink inside.

My face had gotten closer without me even really noticing it. I could smell her – it wasn't the sweet lavender scent of her shampoo, this was the tangy musk of a mare, an undeniably aroused mare.

Without thinking about it, I leaned in. Pulling her lips open with my hoof, I planted a kiss right on her pink inner treasure, and I licked her slit from bottom to top, tasting the nectar of a princess. It ... didn't taste all that different from a normal mare, actually.

As I went in for a second lick, her pussy winked at me. Her clit jutted out to kiss my tongue, and her inner walls pulsed, dribbling a stream of mare juices out for me to lick up.

I pulled back and looked at the back of her head. My muzzle was still damp with her juices, but she didn't so much as glance back toward me. Even her ears remained pointed at the door, just like they had been when I 'froze' her. Well, of course the illusion couldn't be perfect. I'd known a few mares who could control their winking, but it was an involuntary movement for most, and even the ones who could control themselves probably couldn't keep themselves from doing it indefinitely if they were horny enough.

I smiled, licking her taste off my lips. Oh yes, this was getting the Princess of Friendship turned on... My cock slapped against my belly again. It was turning me on, too. And this was all supposed to be for my sake, anyway...

As eager as I was to take her now, I nosed my way back underneath her tail. She looked so small down there – I didn't want to cause her any pain. Now when I licked her, I did it with a purpose. I spread my own saliva and her juices all over her lips, making sure to thoroughly coat every plush curve and cute crevice. She winked again and again, but I kept at my work undeterred, pretending not to notice her body begging to be filled.

Of course, it only took a few moments, and then her pussy was coated in glistening slickness, winking up at me desperately as I stepped up behind her, as I rubbed my neck over the curve of her rump.

“Are you ready, Princess?” I asked.

No response, besides perhaps a barely-perceptible trembling.

I lifted myself onto her back. She wobbled and slouched under my weight for a moment, and I feared that we'd both fall over. But with a small grunt, she managed to right herself and stay more-or less in the position I'd frozen her in. I was almost tempted to clap my hooves together again, to let her position herself properly ... but my hooves were busy holding onto her sides. Her warm, deliciously curved sides...

My cock bobbed upward and wedged itself between her thighs, pushing her legs open a little. She used that as an excuse to balance herself better, I could tell, but she was subtle about it – if I hadn't been paying attention, I probably wouldn't have noticed it at all. I might have thought that she only moved because I moved her.

Oh she was good at this game. Had she practiced standing still for long periods sometime before? I couldn’t imagine what kind of reason a princess would have for that.

But soon the warm pressure of her thighs around my cock made me less interested in her past and more interested in her pleasant purple body. I pushed forward, thrusting the tip of my cock through the gap between her legs, all the way through until I was sure it was sliding back and forth across her teats. She was so warm, and the soft fur on her underside felt so good ... but there was more to be had – the juices dripping down onto the top of my cock reminded me of that.

It took a little shuffling, but I managed to pull back and line myself up again. This time, my tip found something warm, wet, and soft that winked open and closed over the broad head of my cock. There was no mistake to be made about it: the Princess was definitely trembling. In anticipation? In fear? In uncontrollable lust? There was no way I could tell without unfreezing her.

Who cared? If nothing else, I knew she was turned on, and that was enough.

I pushed, and I felt her pussy lips slide over my tip. She was hot inside, and she was wet enough that I could slip myself into her effortlessly. Her inner walls rippled over my shaft as I plunged into her tight warmth. She'd stopped breathing for a moment – I could feel her sides quivering between my hooves as her inner walls stretched around my cock. Once my medial ring squeezed through her entrance, I paused for a moment, and then she breathed again.

It wasn't subtle breathing anymore, either. Her body heaved underneath me, and I could hear her gasping. I felt her inner muscles twitching around my cock as it rested deep inside her pussy. Not that great of an illusion of being frozen ... but she still didn't move. Her legs stayed planted right where they were, she kept staring at the door, and she was even still standing on three legs, one held up in the middle of taking a step. I had to give her credit for putting in an effort at least.

But not quite enough of my length was inside her for my taste. I pushed again and this time I hilted inside her, pressing my thighs against the roundness of her royal ass cheeks. Her entrance stretched wide around my base, and the rest of my shaft swam in her soft, warm wetness deep inside. I could feel the tight grip of her entrance pulsing a little as she winked around the girth of my shaft again and again.

Out a little, in a little. Sweet Celestia, she felt so good! And she only got warmer and tighter as I kept on thrusting into her. She was enjoying it. Whether her fake-frozen state would let her admit it or not, her body told me everything I needed to know.

I gripped her sides hard and shoved myself in as deep as I could again and again. No subtlety was wasted on it – she was 'frozen', so she wouldn't be feeling it anyway, right? I gave her firm, long thrusts, each one pressing as deep as I could go. I even pulled her back toward me a little bit, making her stick her rump out and letting me get just a little deeper. Who cared how a frozen mare felt? ... Although I did immensely enjoy the ever-so-quiet little 'Unh!' noises she began to let slip every time I bottomed out inside her.

And, of course, when I was going only for my own pleasure, it didn't take long. I already felt my tip beginning to flare up against the edge of her womb.

Which, come to think of it... 'Anything' might not include getting a princess pregnant. “I'm close,” I told her. “Do you want it inside?”

She didn't break her act – she remained perfectly motionless and didn't say a thing ... but I did feel the way she tensed up underneath me. The way her fur stood on end. And I figured I knew what that meant. Even if she wasn't willing to break the act, I was pretty sure she didn't want my babies.

So, reluctantly, I pulled myself off of her, my swollen cock popping free only with difficulty as I slid off of her rump.

Immediately, I clapped my hooves again. “Finish me off with your mouth,” I said desperately, still feeling the churning pressure in my balls ready to break free.

Without any hesitation, she turned and darted down for my cock. The broadly flared head was far too wide to fit into her mouth, but that didn't stop her from licking and slurping on it as her hooves hugged my wet shaft against her chest. Her hooves stroked me and her tongue massaged my tip. She obviously hadn't done this much before, but she made up for it with enthusiasm, acting as if she wanted as much of her body – and especially her face – to be in contact with my cock as possible.

I stared down at her in content amazement. I could imagine that jeweled crown on her head, and a golden gown to go with it. To think that it was a royal tongue slathering across my shaft, royal lips planted against my tip, a royal cheek that my pre-cum was soaking into... And then she looked up at me. Now she was just a cute little mare, a sheltered librarian who wanted nothing more than to finally experience everything a stallion could give her.

That broke through my last barriers. I threw my head back with a groan, and came like I never had before. Princess Twilight held my cock against her open lips, closing her eyes and waiting for me to flood her mouth full.

And, oh, did I ever. The first heavy spurt wasn't quite on target, spraying up over her muzzle, into her mane, and plastering across one closed eye. But the next one spewed right into her open mouth, sliding across her outstretched tongue and down into her throat. As did the next one, and the next one. Before long, her mouth was full, drooling streams of white down the sides of her face. More and more cum splashed against what was already there, splattering thick drops over her cheeks and nose, scattering sticky flecks of white all over her pristine fur.

When I finally dribbled out the last spurt onto her outstretched tongue and pulled back, she released her hooves' grip on my cock and opened her less-messy eye to look up at me.

A dastardly thought occurred to me. Before she could move to spit out or swallow anything, or even swipe her eye clean, I clapped my hooves again.

She froze in place. Only my cum moved, slowly dripping down her and soaking into her fur. As I watched, one fat drop fell free from the tip of her horn and landed with a plop on her outstretched tongue. Her one open eye stared straight up at me, still with that lovingly devoted expression.

I took only a brief moment to admire such a masterpiece, though. There was work to do: I rushed to my suitcase and pulled out my camera. “Sorry about this, Princess. I promise I won't use it for blackmail or anything... I just want to have a little proof, because none of the other guys are ever going to believe me if I don't have a photo.”

She stayed perfectly still, right where she was, making no move to protest. Maybe I also wanted a picture because I wanted the memory of how gorgeously sexy she looked just now to never fade.

I dropped down next to her and held the camera out as far as I could reach, pointed back toward us. With a big, shit-eating grin, I snapped a few photos. Princess Twilight blinked as the camera flash went off, but otherwise she remained perfectly frozen. Her mouth was still filled to the brim with a pool of sticky white. I had to hurry – I wasn't sure if she could even breathe like this.

Once I was sure I had a good shot of her and me together, I stood up and took a few shots of her alone, sitting there in a puddle of my cum, covered in it. I knew I'd probably never see anything like that again, so I needed the memory of it to last.

Okay, that was probably good enough. Putting my camera back in its place, I clapped my hooves again.

Princess Twilight gasped and sputtered, spraying half of my load onto the hotel room floor. She coughed a couple times, then wiped a hoof over her face ... it didn't seem to help much; it only smeared the cum around. But at least it cleared things off enough that she could open both eyes.

She was still splattered all over, and a thick white strand hung from the corner of her lips. Looking over at me, she rolled her eyes. “Was that really necessary? Staying like that is harder than it looks! You could have at least let me—”

I held my hooves up as if I was about to clap them together again.

“Okay, okay, you win. And I guess, technically, it's still not as bad as what I did to you in Baltimare.” She looked imploringly toward the hotel room's in-suite bathroom. “Um, if we're done now, do you mind if I use your shower? There's no way I can risk being seen in public like this.”

Though I was tempted, even I knew well enough to know that Equestrian royalty couldn't be seen wandering the streets covered in cum. If ponies didn't respect their leaders, they wouldn't obey them either. And if they didn't obey them, all kinds of anarchy could break loose. And besides, even if I was perverse enough to deny her access to my shower, she'd probably just teleport to somewhere she could get cleaned off in private. And even though this was supposed to be a punishment for her, she hadn't really hurt me. I didn't hold any grudge. “Sure,” I said, “Go for it. Just don't take too long ... I probably need a shower before I go out as well. I've got a pretty good winning streak going at the casinos, and I'll want to get out there and continue it.”

“Thanks for the shower...” She wrung a bit of cum out of her mane, which dripped down into the small puddle on the carpet. My dirty mind took a moment to wonder which shower she was thanking me for.

“Um, before you go... I'm just curious...”

She stopped just shy of the bathroom door and looked back. “Hm?”

“When I asked you if I could finish inside... I was right to assume you didn't want me to, right? It felt like you didn't want me to.”

Princess Twilight blushed. “I was, well... I was caught up in the moment, and yes I was kind of enjoying it. The thought of that, it sent chills through me, and my mind was racing, trying to figure out if it would be okay or not, trying to figure out if I should break character or not...”

“And?”

“And it probably would have been fine, actually. I'm already pregnant.”

My eyes went wide. “From me?”

“No, no.” She grinned and shook her head. “Don't worry. They're Celestia's.”

“They?”

She nodded. “Twins, a filly and a colt, both successfully implanted, according to Plum Pipette's Perfect Pony Pregnancy Probe spell. But don't tell anypony yet, okay? I still haven't told Celestia, and I want it to be a surprise.”

“You have my word, Princess.”

“And if you could make absolutely certain that those photos don't end up in the wrong hooves...?”

“Of course.”

Princess Twilight smiled back at me. “I did enjoy that, Soarin. More than a little. It's a very interesting experience, trying to play a role like that, trying to hold perfectly still even as... Well, even while in the midst of coitus.” She took a glance inside at the shower, then looked back at me and winked. “Ah, good. The shower has a detachable head. As much as I may have enjoyed our time together, I never really got to completion. But if I hold that sprayer in just the right place, I'm sure I can manage...”

Feeling particularly bold after seeing her covered in my cum, I took a step toward the bathroom as well. “What if we took our shower together? It would save time, and I could, um, help with that.”

“We're even now. You know that, right? I've already made up for what I did – completely.”

I nodded. “I know, but...”

“So if we did anything in the shower, it would be just for fun. For the enjoyment of both of us.”

I took another step, grinning at her.

When she went into the bathroom, she left the door open behind her and flicked her mostly-clean tail in my direction. My cock was already beginning to slide out of its sheath again.

As I followed her into the bathroom, I thought back to the menu of escort services I'd hidden in the desk drawer. Yes, I was dangerously close to developing a new fetish, but what did it matter? It was a fun fetish. And tomorrow night's escort would definitely be learning about this 'frozen in time' game.

3: Spitfire

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3: Spitfire

“Bring it in! Form up!” I watched with a professional scowl as my veteran-level flight team swooped in and landed in front of me in perfect formation. Of course I was entirely satisfied with their performance in today's practice, maybe even a little impressed. Not that I'd ever tell them that – it would just go to their heads and within a week it would make them fat and lazy.

Pacing back and forth in front of their near-perfect line, I eyed them all from behind my favorite reflective sunglasses. Truth be told, these were some of my favorite Wonderbolts, my veteran flyers who had never let me down ... in recent memory. I could even admit that, yeah, some of them were probably even a little bit better than I was when I was at their level.

That didn't mean I was about to go easy on them, though. “Adequate work out there, guys.” And most of them were guys. For some reason or other, my veteran team had ended up with five stallions and only two mares. It had been six stallions before Soarin was promoted to vice captain. “You've earned yourself a shower and a meal – thirty minutes for each. When you're done in the mess hall, I expect to see you in service dress, assembled in the auditorium at precisely thirteen hundred.”

A few of the flyers groaned. “Is this going to be another lecture on the importance of hydration?” Silver Zoom said. “We know already!”

It was, actually... But an annual briefing on the subject was required according to the regs, and the last thing I'd put up with was taking any lip from this lot. “Correction! The rest of you will have thirty minutes for each. Silver Zoom will have ten minutes for each, and he will be spending the remainder of that time doing wingtip pushups for my amusement.” I glared at them all through my glasses. “Would anypony else like to give some commentary about today's plans?”

No response this time.

“Good. Now get going. You're wasting valuable R and R time!”

All of them – except Silver Zoom – shot off in a multicolored blur toward the barracks. The wind from them passing made my mane whip around my face. Silver Zoom stood there, a grim frown on his face, but otherwise acting more-or-less professional.

“Well don't just stand there,” I told him. “You've got forty minutes of wingtips to do, and the longer you wait to get started, the less time you'll have left to shower and eat.”

He dropped immediately, and I nodded in begrudging approval as he began vigorously pumping himself up and down. He might be a bit too mouthy sometimes, but he sure did have a fine pair of wings on him, and he never seemed to run out of stamina. I'd probably be banging him on my off time ... if I wasn't absolutely certain that he'd brag about it to every mare and stallion this side of the Canterlot Mountains.

But as I enjoyed watching him sweat, I spotted a pegasus pony approaching from the southwest. This was restricted airspace – we couldn't have random fans coming in and cluttering up our practice area as they tried to get a free show, after all. So whoever this was, they had better be on official business.

She, I corrected as the pony came closer. She was a purple mare with a darker purple mane and a ... a horn? I lifted my glasses to get a better look. Yes, definitely. That could only be one pony: the Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle.

Damn, now I wished I hadn't dismissed my squad yet. It would be much more impressive if I could address the Princess in front of a line of my best flyers. Now I only had Silver Zoom with me ... it would look like I was only the captain of one single fuck-up. Oh well, such is life. And one of Princess Twilight's best friends, Rainbow Dash, was in the rookie division – the Princess should know well enough what the Wonderbolts were about, despite the current appearances.

As she touched down in front of me, I gave her my snappiest salute. “Welcome to the Wonderbolts Academy, Your Highness. How can we help you today?”

“Please, please, no official titles or anything. It's more of a ... personal visit. Spitfire, can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course.” I took off my glasses, stuck them in the front pocket of my dress uniform, and stood at attention.

“It's um...” She glanced at Silver Zoom, who was still busily doing wingtip pushups. “It's probably something that's better discussed in private.”

I nodded, then turned to Silver Zoom. “Looks like it's your lucky day, buddy. The Princess just saved your ass. Now go hit the showers and wash it. I expect you to be the first Wonderbolt to show up in the auditorium, so you'd better hurry. Take the front-center seat and get my slide projector ready. Now go.”

The Princess watched him zip away, but once he was gone, she seemed to want to look at anything other than me.

I glanced around the flight line, just to make sure that there weren't any stragglers hanging around. All clear. “Okay, Princess. You have my attention.”

“Um, please, you don't have to call me Princess.”

“Duly noted, Your Highness.”

“And you don't have to do that either, you can just...” She sighed. “Oh, never mind. That's not important, and it's not what I came here to talk to you about, anyway.”

I stood and stared at her, confident that she would get around to explaining her purpose sooner or later.

“It's about your recent airshow in Baltimare, and what happened afterward, in the locker room.”

Ponyfeathers! How did she know about that? I was in for it now – fraternizing with subordinate officers, not to mention a first-year rookie, was very against the regs. I could kiss my captain's wings goodbye. I'd be lucky if she let me stay in the Wonderbolts at all! How did she know? Nopony outside the Wonderbolts could have seen us ... did one of my own flyers rat us out?

“And I want you to know, before I even start, that I'm sorry for everything I did. It was wrong, and it was terrible. It all started when I was researching further into Starswirl the Bearded's time-altering spells...”

Huh? She's sorry for what she did? So ... was I not in trouble? As I listened to the Princess's story, I found out that indeed I wasn't the one who was in trouble. It was the Princess herself who was in trouble! What she'd done in there was far worse than a little fraternization between squad-mates. What she had done would land most ponies in the dungeons of Canterlot Castle!

And then there was the part about how she told Princess Celestia everything about it! Crap! Now Princess Celestia knew about me, Soarin, and Rainbow Dash. Even if I wasn't in trouble yet, I probably would be soon.

But ... it had already been a while since then, and the Royal Guards hadn't summoned me to account for myself in front of Princess Celestia yet. Maybe they never would ... maybe if I just ignored this, everypony else would as well. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but it was all I had to go on.

“... And so, she ordered me to do anything you ask – anything to make up for what I did to you.” The Princess gave me a curt bow. “Please, just say the word, and I'll do anything I can to make it up to you. Anything.”

I grinned – probably for the first time that day ... I really should smile more. But at that moment, I had a good reason to: I knew exactly what the Princess could do for me: “Thank you, Your Highness. I would ask you to please issue a royal pardon to myself, Soarin, and Rainbow Dash for any known or suspected relations that would violate the Equestrian Armed Forces rules on fraternization between subordinates and superior officers.”

“Uh... Of course.” She looked up at me as if my request shocked her. “I'll have my assistant write those up, and I'll have them signed before the end of the week.”

“Thank you, Princess.” I saluted her again.

But she was still looking at me, just the same way she did when asking for my request, except that now she was blushing a little. “And, um... Is there, uh ... anything else you want?”

“I only get one request, don't I? That was my understanding.”

“Yes.” The Princess nodded. “But, you see, well... The other two had requests of a ... of a sexual nature. And that seems like a more appropriate way to atone for what I did. You know, a more direct sort of payback...”

I quirked an eyebrow at her. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she wanted me to do something like that with her. That she expected me to. Well tough teats. “Sorry, but no.” I pointedly looked her up and down, letting my critical eyes wander across her soft, untrained muscles and her weak wings. “No offense intended, but you're not my type.”

“I can change!” She darted forward a little.

I backed away an equal amount. “What do you mean, you can change? What ... are you going to start a training regimen and come back in six months?”

“No, not anything like that. I've been studying changeling magic – I can transform myself into anypony you want! I even have a spell that will let me grow a penis for you, if you want that!”

“What?” I stepped back, appalled. But I soon managed to compose myself. There was no call for antagonizing her – especially when she hadn't signed those pardons yet. “No. That won't be necessary.”

But she still stood there, looking at me imploringly. It was starting to get on my nerves, the way she seemed to think she was entitled to have sex with me again, even after she'd just finished apologizing for the time she had sex with me without permission. Ugh, royalty.

I stomped my hoof down on the tarmac. “Look, Your Highness, I'm the legendary Spitfire. I'm the Captain of the Wonderbolts, one of the greatest flyers who ever lived, and I'm dead sexy on top of it. If I want a good dicking, I could have pretty much any stallion in Equestria. I don't need you pretending to be somepony else – I don't need an imitation when I can have the real thing anytime I want.” I paused for a moment, realizing the tone of what I'd just said. “Uh, with all due respect, of course.”

“Of course.” Princess Twilight nodded without looking up from the ground.

It would be improper for me to leave the presence of royalty without being dismissed first, so I stayed there, staring at her, daring her to say anything other than 'goodbye'.

But then she looked back up at me, her silly royal eyes twinkling. “Are you sure there isn't anything I can—?”

“I told you I don't want...” I stopped for a moment. An idea was coming into my head. A terrible idea ... but it would get her off my back, and it might even teach her a thing or two about being too pushy...

She must have seen the look in my eyes. “Yes...?” she said, eagerly.

“Well there is something...” I knew I had her hooked now, and I was loving it.

“What is it? I'll do anything for you!”

I nodded. “Yes, yes you will. You see, my veteran-level flight squad has really been impressing me lately, despite a loudmouth or two who doesn't know when to shut up. In less than an hour, we're scheduled to have yet another lecture about proper hydration.”

The Princess's brows furrowed. “Yes ... hydration is important, I suppose...”

“But my squad already knows that lecture by heart. Instead, you're going to waive the lecture requirement by royal decree.”

“Oh ... that's it? I thought it would be more, um...”

“Sexual?” I grinned at the way she cringed when she heard that word. “Don't worry – it is. You see, instead of a boring lecture about hydration, you're going to provide the squad with an alternative form of entertainment.”

She blinked. “The ... the whole squad?”

“They deserve a reward for their hard work, don't they? And what better reward than a princess, all tied up and ready for them to have their way with.”

“... Tied up?”

I flicked the sunglasses out of my front pocket, put them on, and stared the Princess down through their mirrored lenses. “That is included in 'anything', isn't it?”

She gulped and nodded. Ha! She looked just like the kind of raw recruit that shows up and expects Wonderbolts training to be Junior Speedsters all over again. Fresh meat, as the veterans called them. Breaking their timid little hearts was the only thing that still made new-recruit training bearable for me.

“Good,” I told her. “Go wait for me in my private quarters; it's in the top of that cloud tower over there.” I pointed it out. “I have to go collect a few necessities, and then I'll meet you there. We have to have you prepped and ready by thirteen hundred.”

She stood there for a moment, as if frozen in place by the idea of what was going to happen to her at thirteen hundred.

I stomped my hoof again. “Move!”

And with that, she was off, taking flight like a scared little bird... Or maybe more like a drunken buffalo with wings. Sheesh, she was such a terrible flyer. Hadn't Rainbow Dash been teaching her anything?

Well, whatever. That didn't matter. I'd have to hurry if I was going to find everything I needed in time. I'd be able to find a few generic ropes and things in the flight line's utility shed, but for the rest... Well, I could always 'borrow' some of it from Whiplash – he hid his fetishes pretty well, but I knew he was into some pretty heavy bondage stuff. And I was sure he wouldn't mind me lending a bit of his secret supplies to the Princess ... as long as he got a turn with her. All I had to do was find it. He had to be hiding it somewhere in the barracks.

With a whoosh of displaced air, I shot off. If anypony was good at getting things done in a hurry, it was me. I'd make it in time, I was sure of that.

* * *

Nineteen minutes left. Finding Whiplash's gear had taken longer than I thought it would.

I burst in through the door of my cloud-built quarters. “Princess! Front and center!”

For a moment, I thought she'd chickened out, but then she meekly crept around the corner and cowered in front of me.

I threw the ropes, saddle, and halter on the floor in front of her, which made her flinch adorably. “Get to work putting these on,” I told her. “We're running out of time.”

* * *

Princess Twilight's voice came softly from behind the curtain covering the auditorium's stage, “Are... Are they coming? How much time is left?”

“Quiet, you!” I told her sharply. “You'll ruin the surprise if they hear you back there.”

I continued my slow pacing back and forth in front of the red velvet curtain. We'd gotten her prepared and in place in a mere three minutes. Turns out, alicorn magic is also really good for getting things done in a hurry ... especially when those things involve tying knots and buckling straps.

Only a few more minutes, and the first few of my over-achievers would probably be arriving. They knew my habit of being the first one in and the last one out, and among the brown-nosers, being the second one in and the second one out was considered a high achievement. Idiots. What, did they think I was going to start dishing out medals and promotions just for punctuality?

The main entry door opened, and Silver Zoom came in. He gave me a quick salute, then walked proudly over to the front seat next to the projector.

It was almost enough to make me smile. Among rookie-level flyers, I'd have to worry that my instructions wouldn’t make it through a skull as thick as Silver Zoom's ... but these were veterans. Even the biggest fuck-ups among them still knew how to follow simple directions.

When he turned the projector on, a square of light shone against the red curtain. He looked up at me. “Captain. Could we please open the curtain? I won't be able to align the projector with the screen if I can't see the screen.”

I didn't much care for his tone, but he had a valid point. “Actually, turn the projector off. We won't be needing it today.”

That raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

I glanced pointedly down at the projector, and I didn't respond until he'd done what I said and turned it off. Once he did, I began pacing again. “As it turns out, we have a special guest today.”

“A special guest ... to teach us about hydration?”

I declined to dignify his stupid question with an answer.

“Who is it?”

I glared at him. “Why do you think the curtain is closed? You'll find out when the rest of the squad finds out, and not a second sooner. Keep asking dumb questions, and I'll put you on sky-sweeping duty, and you won't hear about it for at least six hours.”

He nodded shakily and sat quietly in his seat. Good – at least he was learning when to keep his mouth shut. The last thing I needed to hear from him right now was some clever comment or, Celestia forbid, a joke. Maybe he'd shape up to be leadership material after all...

Gradually, the rest of the squad began filtering in. Most of them sat near the back, huddled in groups to facilitate whispered chatting during the boring hydration lecture they all expected. But at least they did all arrive on time. The last one in was Wind Waker, at 12:58. Two minutes to spare. Good. Like I told all new recruits: if you're early, you're on time; if you're on time, you're late; and if you're late, you're on kitchen duty for a week.

A low hum of conversation filled the room with an underlying buzz, but with the room's good acoustics, I knew I'd have no trouble breaking through that. “Excellent. Good to see that you all made it.”

The background conversations faded to nothing.

“You have all exceeded my expectations lately, and you deserve credit for that.” Before the applause could start, I cut them down a notch: “Not that I expected much out of you lot, so exceeding my expectations doesn't mean a lot. But you have been doing okay out there. I've decided that you all deserve a treat.”

The expectant silence in the audience was palpable. None of them were sure if they should celebrate yet – for all they knew, their upcoming 'treat' might be a lecture on hydration.

I grinned to myself, enjoying my little game. If only they knew what waited for them behind that curtain... Well, no reason to hold back now. I couldn't wait to see their faces...

So I grabbed the drawstring of the curtain between my teeth and gave it a firm yank. The fabric slid away to either side, and now everypony could see what was on the stage – who was on the stage.

Twilight Sparkle's pert little rump stuck up toward the audience, with her tail tied off to her horn so that she'd be fully on display for everyone to see. Her hooves were hobbled close together so she could barely stand upright, and she'd been blindfolded. She wore a frilly lace saddle on her curved back and a strong, black halter on her head, with the attached reins lying on the floor, waiting for someone to take control of her. Although she kept perfectly still and silent like I'd told her to, I could already see her winking and getting wet under her tail ... such a little slut.

“Your annual lecture on hydration has been waived by royal decree,” I told the squad. Sweet Celestia, they were already drooling! “Instead, Princess Twilight Sparkle will be providing today's entertainment. You will be permitted to come up to the stage and look at her, grope her, and even fuck her in any hole you choose. But please – be civil and take turns. I don't want you savages tearing her apart in some big feeding frenzy.”

One stallion raised his trembling hoof. His eyes were locked on that royal rump, but he still seemed to know when I pointed at him to let him speak. “Um... And I mean this with no disrespect for the Princess...”

“Yes, Wind Waker...?” I prompted when his pause grew too long.

“But, um, it's just that ... I have a wife back home, and I really love her. I don't think she'd like it if I... um...” He stared at Princess Twilight's pussy a moment longer. “If I participated in this.”

I nodded. “Of course; your loyalty to your wife is commendable. You may be excused – I'll be sure to find some other suitable reward for you. Anyone else?”

One of the two mares raised her hoof.

“Yes, Fleetfoot?” I already knew her well enough to know why she'd object.

“Ma'am, I'm afraid my wings don't fold that way. I've never had much taste for mares.”

“Of course. And you'll get the same treatment – you can take the next hour off, and I'll try to find something else to reward you with. I can't promise it will be as extravagant as this”— I gestured to the trussed-up alicorn behind me —“but I'll do what I can.” I looked around the room. “Anypony else?”

A few moments of silence passed as the squad members all looked back and forth at each other ... as Wind Waker and Fleetfoot made their way out. Eventually, Silver Zoom spoke up – of course it was Silver Zoom – and he gave the answer for all of them: “Nah, we're good.”

Well then – that was that. I smiled wide. “Come on up, then! Line up in order of seniority and take your turn with her. Second helpings are encouraged! And thirds and fourths!”

That last bit elicited a frightened whimper from the Princess.

And it only made my smile grow wider. “In fact, guys, just keep going at her until you're too tired to go again. You've earned it.”

By the time I was done talking, the line had already formed. Misty Fly was at the head of the line, of course. She'd been with us for longer than anypony – longer than than me, even. Then there was Lightning Streak, Fire Streak, Whiplash, and finally Silver Zoom: the most rookie-ish of the veterans. Thankfully, their dress uniforms only covered their front halves – nopony would have to worry about getting their clothes off.

“Only two at a time,” I told them. “And take it easy on the first round – I don't want you to break her ... until everypony has had at least one chance.”

Misty Fly and Lightning slowly approached, climbing the steps up onto the stage and staring at the bound alicorn in front of them. Lightning Streak's cock was starting to hang down beneath him, but the two of them didn't really show any other signs of getting started.

“Well go on, you two.” I gestured toward Princess Twilight. “Have fun. You're completely allowed to. And the rest of you...” I looked down at the remaining line. “Have a seat and watch the show. There's no reason you should have to stand in line like she's a soup kitchen – you all know who's up next.”

The first two stood right next to her ... that was good, but they weren't going through with it yet. Rolling my eyes, I strode up to them and grabbed a hoof from each of them with my own. Without waiting to hear what they thought about it, I slapped both of their hooves down on Princess Twilight's ass, one on each cheek. And I held them there, making sure both Misty and Lightning got a good feel.

And that was all it took. Misty's hoof grasped onto the Princess's plush cheek, and Lightning was even bolder. He slid his hoof across her curves and right up to her purple pony pussy. Princess Twilight gasped at that first touch, and Lightning rubbed her mound greedily.

I stepped back, confident now that they were ready to do it, that no more of my help would be necessary.

Misty moved in as well, nudging Lightning's hoof away and diving in with her mouth. The Princess squealed as she felt Misty Fly's tongue probing her. I knew quite well how talented Misty was with her tongue ... it was almost enough to make me a little jealous. But not quite jealous. Because I knew that one well-placed wink in Misty's direction would have her under my desk, giving me that very same treatment, within an hour.

Lightning wasn't about to be nudged out of the way so easily. He reared up, deftly planting his hooves on top of Princess Twilight's ass and angling himself in perfectly. His hard bluish cock butted up against Misty's yellow cheek, pushing her out of the way.

The tip of Misty's muzzle was already coated in royal nectar. “Hey!” she said, giggling. “Watch it! Oh, fine – you take this end. ” She gave the length of Lightning's cock a playful lick before really getting out of the way. “Just be sure and ram my spit all the way up inside her.”

As Misty pulled away and went around to Princess Twilight's front side, Lightning Streak grunted and roughly shoved the tip of his cock into her wet pussy. The audience cheered.

“Aaah!” the Princess yelped. “He's so big!”

“That he is,” I said softly to myself. I had some good memories with Lightning Streak and his horse-sized cock. The dude didn't tend to last very long, but he was definitely worth taking on, if only for the bragging rights. Hilting that monster of his was something of a rite of passage among Wonderbolt mares.

While Lightning was busy with wedging himself into the Princess's tight snatch, Misty Fly took position right in front of her and picked up the reins, raising her own tail and tugging Princess Twilight forward. She stopped when her dripping yellow slit was just a hair's breadth from the Princess's nose.

I couldn't tell what did it, not really. It might have been a particularly strong thrust from Lightning Streak, it might have been Misty Fly's pressure on the reins, or it might have just been the Princess's own eagerness... But whatever the cause, the important thing was that Princess Twilight buried her muzzle between Misty's pale yellow ass cheeks, eating the older mare's pussy out like a champ. I grinned as Lightning Streak shoved another couple inches inside. Yes, this was exactly what the Princess deserved.

It seemed to be what she wanted as well. She moaned deeply into Misty's pussy, making the other mare moan as well. And when Lightning pushed again from behind, she pushed back, wiggling her rump back and forth a little to help him slide deeper into her.

I grinned as I saw Lightning's thrusts grow stronger and more erratic. A good few inches of his massive shaft were still sticking out of the Princess's tightly stretched pussy, but I could already tell he wasn't going to make it long enough to get all the way inside her, if she was even capable of that.

And sure enough, after a couple more thrusts that hardly got him any more depth at all, Lightning let out a long, drawn-out groan. He froze in place, jammed in as deeply as he could go, and his tail began to twitch. The audience cheered again – they could surely see the underside of Lightning's cock throbbing just as well as I could. It pulsed against Princess Twilight's winking clit as he dumped the first load inside her.

Through it all, the Princess didn't give up on Misty Fly's pussy. She was showing admirable dedication to her task. Misty's moans kept growing louder and more frequent, even as a bit of white cream began to leak out between the Princess's pussy and Lightning's cock.

The next in line, Fire Streak, was already up on the stage and rock hard by the time Lightning Streak pulled out. Speedy as ever, Fire was on the Princess and plugging her pussy with his cock before Lighting's cum could even leak out of her. He shoved that cum back into her with the tip of his white-mottled cock, gliding in easily since she was so sloppy-wet and beacause he wasn't quite as big.

What he lacked in size, though, he made up for in sheer effort. He pounded into the Princess's pussy mercilessly, making his thighs slap against her ass cheeks. The Princess never stopped moaning now, though her pitiful little voice rose and fell with each time this new cock slid in and out of her. Even Misty's cries began to take on the same rhythm, with Princess Twilight plunging her tongue in and out with each of Fire's thrusts.

And before long, that was too much for poor Misty. She squealed and yanked on the reins, pulling the Princess's face tightly against her pussy as she sprayed mare cum into the Princess's mouth and eyes. Princess Twilight's moans stopped for a moment, muffled in Misty's squirting mound, even though Fire Streak kept at her from behind.

When Misty Fly staggered away from the Princess, all the fur on her inner thighs was soaked, not to mention the Princess's face. With a grin and a slipshod salute to the audience, she followed Lightning Streak's path back down to the seats.

I added an item to my mental to-do list: Arrange for the auditorium seats to be cleaned. One glance toward the audience showed me that Whiplash was ready to take his turn. Heck, even though Silver Zoom's turn wasn't up yet, he also sported a prominent boner – which he was already clopping. I just hoped he wouldn't cream himself before he made it up onto the stage.

Whiplash approached the Princess slowly, stroking his dark grey mustache, obviously enjoying the outfit. I was sure he'd realize where it had come from, but I didn't hear him complaining about it. Gently, almost reverently, he took hold of the Princess's reins.

Even as she rocked back and forth under Fire Streak's thrusts, she followed Whiplash's gentle tug, lowering her head as Whiplash reared up in front of her.

Whiplash's cock slid across the Princess's cheek, smearing the still-wet mare cum from Misty Fly. With a gasp, she tried to take it into her mouth, but Whiplash pulled the reins to the side, keeping her away from it. “Not yet,” he told her. “Slowly. Start here.” He nudged her downward until her nose touched the twin curves of his balls.

As the Princess dutifully serviced Whiplash's balls, Fire Streak only increased his pace. I could tell from his breathing that he was getting close, and I knew from personal experience that his load would be prodigious. Whether he just saved himself by not clopping or he was just naturally gifted, that stallion sure knew how to pump a mare full.

Whiplash began nudging Princess Twilight upward, having her lavish attention on every inch of his cock before she could get to the top and really take him in. By the time she made it up to Whiplash's medial ring, Fire Streak slammed himself in as deep as he could and held there, his hooves clenching against the Princess's frilly saddle. She moaned against Whiplash's cock as she was filled from behind ... and overfilled.

Cum squirted out between her and Fire, splattering all over the floor, her ass, and his crotch. And still the guy kept at it. I could see his balls clenching a little, squeezing together as they unloaded everything they had deep inside her. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of white flowed down her inner thigh and her leg.

Not for long, though. Silver Zoom was close behind, and thankfully he was managing to keep his mouth shut, rather than making any stupid remarks. Without a moment's thought, he shoved himself into the Princess's well-used pussy. The other stallions' cum squished out around him, but he didn't pay it any mind. He just focused on enjoying the fresh, warm royal hole to fuck.

Whiplash seemed to have finally reached the point of no return as well. I could see his grey tip swelling wide, flaring in front of the Princess's face without ever having been inside her mouth. He rectified that quickly, though, shoving it between her love-slick lips. It had to squeeze down in order to fit, but he got it in. Dropping the reins, he instead grabbed onto the Princess's horn and began fucking her face in earnest.

He didn't get very far inside, and he didn't last for long. Mere moments later, he trembled and shook as his cock erupted inside Princess Twilight's throat. The Princess gagged and choked, but he didn't let her pull it out – she had to swallow every drop.

Lightweight. I rolled my eyes. I sure wouldn't have been gagging with only a few inches in my mouth, no matter how much cum there was. She needed practice.

Luckily, she was about to get some. Having seen Whiplash's performance, Silver Zoom pulled out as well. “I want her mouth, too!” he said, coming around and shoving himself in without any ceremony whatsoever. The other two stallions' cum still clung to the sides of his cock, but the Princess took it into her mouth without complaint, letting Silver go much deeper than Whiplash had. Maybe the extra cum and juices gave her the extra lube she needed...

Silver taking her face again left an opening for somepony else to come up, though. And that ended up being Misty Fly, since she was first in line, after all.

I was curious to see what she would do, since Princess Twilight's mouth was otherwise occupied. What I saw honestly impressed me.

Misty fluttered up to hover above the Princess, then carefully lowered herself down on the alicorn's horn. That horn was a bit bigger than a normal unicorn's, and sharper, too. I would have been worried about taking it inside me, but Misty did it with a deftness that hinted at years of practice. She hummed to herself as the tip of it pressed between her pussy lips and entered her slit.

The Princess gasped around Silver's cock at the unexpected feeling. With her blindfold on, there wasn't much chance that she'd seen it coming. I almost wished I had a horn, just so I could know what that felt like. I bet it was warm. Already, Misty's juices leaked down, following the horn's spiral pattern and soaking into the Princess's mane. She bottomed out in no time, making the royal horn disappear entirely.

Grinning, Silver Zoom let go of Princess Twilight's halter and instead grabbed Misty's hips. Harder and harder, he started thrusting into the Princess's throat, as if he was actually humping into Misty's pussy.

From the way Misty moaned, he might as well have been. “Mmm, yeah!” she said. “Fuck her face harder! I can feel it through her horn every time you bottom out!”

He shoved himself in up to his medial ring. The Princess gagged on her throat full of pony cock, but no one in the room cared.

At least I didn't. What I saw was an opportunity: “Who's next up? I don't see any reason why that royal cunt should be empty, so somepony had better step up to the occasion.”

In no time, Lightning Streak was up there for his second round. This time, his gigantic cock slipped inside her with relative ease, and he went deep. With one massive thrust, he nearly bottomed out inside her. With the next, he did manage to hilt himself in the Princess. Mixed cum squeezed out around the base of his cock as her pussy was filled up completely to its limits.

Relaxing and enjoying the show, I began hoofing myself a bit. Not really intending to reach orgasm or anything, but just to heighten the experience a little.

With almost no warning, Silver Zoom busted his nut inside the Princess's throat, making her choke even more. Whether from sympathy for her plight or maybe just the desire to see it happen, he pulled out, his flare popping free just as another stream of cum jetted out. Her gaping mouth was filled and her cute purple face was plastered with streaks of white.

And as soon as he pulled away, both Whiplash and Fire Streak were there to take his place.

I didn't bother pointing out that there were four ponies fucking the Princess now, when at first I had told them only two at a time. I'd known it would eventually become a free-for-all. That was half the fun, anyway, breaking the rules.

The Princess let the two stallions share her mouth, and she did pretty well keeping them both satisfied, given how difficult it must have been to switch between them while blindfolded. Did she even know whose cock she had in her mouth? Did it matter to her?

It sure didn't matter to me. I was just entertained to see her stuffed full of stallion meat from both sides, with her horn still being claimed by Misty's pussy.

Time and time again, my best flyers emptied themselves into the Princess. Both her mouth and her pussy ran white, not to mention how a few stallions who had been bold enough to paint her tail hole white as well. And then she'd sucked them off again. I wondered if she knew which ones they'd been, from the taste. My hoof sped faster against my pussy. The Princess might not be my type, but seeing all my best flyers performing at their sexual peak was turning me on more than a little, I had to admit.

Misty Fly squealed, her hind legs clamping down around Princess Twilight's head as her pussy clamped down on the alicorn's horn. Her well-toned yellow ass cheeks clenched and spasmed against the Princess's mane as a fresh wave of mare cum soaked into it.

“Ha! Nice work, Misty,” Silver hoof-bumped Misty Fly as she wearily lifted herself off of the Princess's head. “She looks better with a wet mane!”

Only Fire Streak laughed – the other two stallions were too busy with Princess Twilight. Lightning Streak was trying to stretch the poor mare's throat around his girthy shaft, and Whiplash was enjoying his first turn with her soupy-wet pussy.

But I chuckled to myself a little. Maybe sometimes it was good that Silver couldn't keep his mouth shut...

Once Whiplash finished again and added his contribution to the mixture in the Princess's pussy, Lightning gave up on her mouth and took his place back there, once again filling her to the brim and sending a fresh wave of sticky white down the Princess's hind legs as his cock displaced most of the cum filling her up.

Before Fire Streak could plant his half-hard cock against the Princess's lips and get worked up into another go, Misty Fly blocked him with a hoof. She stood in front of Princess Twilight and addressed her directly. “Do you have any contraceptive spells? I want that tongue of yours again, but you've got half the squad's cum in your mouth, and I'm not ready to settle down and raise a family just yet.”

The Princess nodded, and her horn began to glow. It paused for a few moments as Lightning hit his peak and came inside her, but she quickly recovered and finished casting the spell.

The moment it was done, Misty Fly yanked down on the reins, forcing Princess Twilight's face down to the ground. The Princess's rump still stuck up in the air, which Silver Zoom came in to take full advantage of, but she barely even seemed to notice when he found the warm hole he was looking for and pushed himself in.

Instead, she focused on Misty's pussy as the pegasus mare laid it out, spreading her hind legs out across the floor. Silver's thrusts helped the Princess reach her goal, and they helped her smear the whole squad's sexual fluids over Misty's inner folds. Misty Fly dropped the reins in favor of using a grip on the Princess's horn to control her, and she started humping up into the Princess's face almost as if she had a cock to face-fuck her with.

Two more stallions took their turns with Princess Twilight's hind end before Misty Fly finally squeezed out her love-squeal and pulled Princess Twilight's messy face tight against her pussy. And that only made her royal face a little bit messier.

It was getting to me now. I was starting to sweat, and my own pussy was winking and dripping over my hoof. I may have progressed a bit too far along the path of arousal to make good decisions and control myself.

But why shouldn't I partake? Nopony would think less of me, and the Princess was right there for me to use as I wished... Still, it would be better for my ego if Princess Twilight didn't know. After all, I'd already told her that she wasn't my type, that I had no reason to want her when I had so many better prospects.

I crept up to Misty Fly's side and whispered my plan into her ear.

She nodded, and as I slipped into position, she pulled Princess Twilight's reins down for me. “That was good, but I want another!”

I couldn't help but grin as Twilight dutifully lowered her stained muzzle between my legs. I wasn't worried about the dollops of cum on her lips, and I didn't need any fancy unicorn spells for it – I always kept myself dosed with certain zebra herbs, just so I'd never have to worry if an opportunity presented itself ... maybe even an opportunity like this one.

The moment Princess Twilight's tongue slipped between my pussy lips, though, she pulled back and looked up at me, as if she could see me through the blindfold. “Spitfire?”

I blinked. “But... How did you know?”

Princess Twilight smiled back at me, even as her head jerked back and forth from the way Fire Streak was pounding her from behind. She actually blushed, after all she'd just been through. “The taste... I'll never forget that taste.”

“You're still not my type,” I reminded her.

She nodded, and instead of making some quip I would have hated her for, she lowered her head back down and began gently licking up and down my slit.

That would have been fine if she was just trying to get me warmed up, but thanks to my hoofwork earlier, I was way beyond that stage. I grabbed the Princess' horn – it was still slick with Misty's juices – and I shoved her muzzle into my cunt. “Eat it,” I told her. “Eat it like you're kissing your precious Celestia!”

That name sent a jolt through the Princess, one that I could feel through my clit. And it must have flipped something inside her head, because from that moment on, she went at my pussy mercilessly. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere inside and outside of me, her lips suckled on my winking clit, and her eager moans were far more intense than Whiplash's long, leisurely thrusts into her pussy should have warranted. She had no subtlety, none at all, but she just went at it with such a vigor that I...

My breath caught in my throat as I felt my body clenching down on her tongue. No, not yet ... I can't already be that close, it's not possible!

Oh, but I was! That unmistakable electric explosion rocked through me, shooting up from my pussy to every inch of my body. I stifled my scream into just a loud moan, but there was no holding back as I added my own wet contribution to the mess on Princess Twilight's face.

The Princess squealed into my pussy as well. Her body shook with what I could swear must have been her first orgasm of the night, though I had no idea how she'd held out so long. Whiplash grunted as her inner walls squeezed around his cock, but he managed to keep slowly thrusting right on through it, without even getting off himself.

Gasping for breath, I reached down and pulled Princess Twilight's blindfold up over her eyes. The narrow band it had been covering was the only part of her face that was still clean. And her purple eyes glittered up at me with such ... such ... love. Woah. Was that for me, or was that just because I'd mentioned Princess Celestia?

Shaking myself out of it, I darted back and let Lightning Streak wipe that look off her face with his giant cock. The Princess suckled his tip dutifully, but her eyes stayed on me.

I shook my head. I didn't have time for mushy sentimental stuff. I'd only wanted to get my rocks off, and her mouth had been a convenient way to do it. I glanced at the clock in the back of the auditorium. Nearly fifteen hundred. This whole thing was only supposed to have taken only one hour, and that wasn't even counting all the cleaning-up we'd all have to do afterward. The whole day's schedule would be shot.

Looking back at the Princess, though... I knew this was worth messing up a day's training regimen. Still, we needed to wrap it up. Misty fly was nearly passed out, leaning against the wall, and my prize stallions were all beginning to look a little limp.

“Last round,” I told them. “Make it count and paint this pretty pony princess white!”

The idea of it seemed to breathe a little new life into them. Whiplash pulled out almost immediately, laying his cock down between the Princess's ass cheeks and letting loose a final torrent of cum that shot up and then splattered down all over her back and her tail. He covered his own fancy saddle with it – I was glad he was the one to do that, so there wouldn't be any complaints from him later about somepony else messing up his stuff.

Sensing that this was his last chance, Lightning Streak shoved his super-sized cock deeper inside the Princess's mouth. Maybe because he wasn't pumped up as hard as before, or maybe just from a feat of strength, he suddenly managed to push himself all the way inside. The Princess's eyes opened wide as her throat bulged open, but there was nothing she could do but take it.

Fire Streak took Whiplash's place inside the Princess's pussy, his rapid thrusts stirring up the soup of mixed cum inside her. Silver Zoom, though, didn't even bother trying to find an opening. He just stood on his hind legs next to her, jerking himself off furiously.

Though I would have expected Lightning Streak to crack first, Fire Streak was the next to finish. He pulled out of her and took hold of his own cock, using it to spew his gooey white seed all over the curves of her ass, landing thick strands across her cutie marks, filling the space between her cheeks, and letting it all run down to join the enormous mess already matting down the fur of her back legs.

Lightning Streak followed a minute later. He yanked his cock out of the Princess's mouth, but his flare stuck between her lips, and his first heavy spurt shot straight down her throat. He managed to pry it out in time for the next, though, and he used it to coat the Princess's face with yet another layer of cum. Without the blindfold now, some of it managed to paste her eyelid closed while the rest of it dribbled down her horn, into her mane, and over her neck.

From the size of his flare, I could tell that Silver was close as well. But his approach was a bit more unorthodox. With his free hoof, he reached out and shoved the Princess over. With her legs tied so closely together, she couldn't keep her balance, and she toppled onto her side. After just a few more strokes, he got himself off, and he used the opportunity to unload his wad onto Princess Twilight's still-untouched belly. He stretched thick ropes of cum all the way from her chest down to her teats, and for one final go, he wiped his dribbling cock off on her tightly-folded wing.

For a long moment, everypony just stayed where they were, catching their breath. The Princess's breathing sounded a little ragged, but I was sure that she'd be okay. Alicorns were tough.

Still ... whew. That was something, alright. Even a mare as experienced as I was could admit that much. It was once in a lifetime, and I was glad now that I'd played a part in it. I probably would have regretted it later if I'd only sat back and watched.

I gave them a moment longer to collect themselves, but waiting around wasn't really my leadership style, and we did have a lot to do if we were going to keep our schedule somewhat intact today. “Okay, everypony. Good work, and I hope you enjoyed your reward. But we're not done for today. So get yourselves showered, again, and meet me on the flight line in fresh service uniforms by sixteen twenty.” I pointed to my favorite problem child of the day. “Silver Zoom, since you're such a talker, it's your job to make sure that Wind Waker and Fleetfoot also hear about that and show up on time.”

He saluted sharply, though it was marred somewhat by a glob of his own cum stuck to his hoof. “Yes Ma'am!”

“Dismissed!”

In a messy blur, all of them rushed off, which just left me and Twilight alone in the auditorium.

Slowly, I walked over. One of her eyes was covered by the blindfold – it must have slipped back down when she fell. The other eye was still closed and covered in cum. I wiped it off for her, smearing some on my hoof, but what did it matter at this point? I was going to need a shower either way. With a shrug, I licked it off my hoof. Yep, that was definitely Lightning Streak's. His was always extra salty for some reason, which I knew because he often sought me out – I was the only mare any of us knew who could deep-throat him reliably.

Princess Twilight looked up at me again, blatantly desperate for approval.

I gave her a curt nod. “That will do.”

She smiled through the cum on her lips, and then her horn began to glow. The ropes untied themselves, the saddle's cinch loosened, and the halter unbuckled. Wearily, the Princess stood up. She was still dripping, she reeked of sex, and she stood in a huge puddle of half a dozen different ponies' bodily fluids, but she looked triumphant despite it all. “That's it,” she said. “I've done it. I've done everything Princess Celestia told me to do, and now I've repaid my debt in full. Now I can finally go back to her without any shame.”

“Good for you, I guess.” I looked pointedly over her sticky-wet body. “You should probably get a shower first, though.”

She looked down at herself as well. “Oh... Right.”

“You can use one of the guest suites. They take up the whole third floor above the mess hall. You can't miss it.”

“Thank you.” She looked at me again, bashfully. How could she still be bashful after everything I'd just seen her do? “Thank you for everything, Spitfire.”

I scoffed. “Thank my team, not me. Now excuse me please, Your Highness, but I do have a lot of work to get done.”

“Of course.” With a flash, Princess Twilight disappeared, teleporting away ... presumably to one of the guest suites' showers.

I took a deep breath and looked around the auditorium. What a literal clusterfuck! The janitorial staff was not going to be happy when they found this. It would be good of me to clean it up for them, but I just didn't have the time, not if I was going to keep up with the veterans' training regimen despite having my Vice-Captain on vacation in Las Pegasus. It would just have to be that way, and I'd just have to find some way to make it up to them later. I had a shower of my own to get to.

* * *

Six hours later, in Canterlot...

Twilight Sparkle landed on the Sun Princess's private balcony just as the last colors of sunset were fading from the sky. She was immaculately cleaned and groomed, although she smelled of the Wonderbolt Academy's institutionally inspired pine-scent soap instead of her usual lavender mane conditioner.

Princess Celestia wasn't there yet, of course. She would still be catching up with her sister after they worked together to lower the sun and raise the moon. But before long, she would be coming back to her chambers, where she would unexpectedly meet her favorite...

Student? Hardly. Protege? Sort of, but not really anymore. Co-ruler? In name only, really, and there was so much more to it than that. Lover? In a technical sense, perhaps, but that might be stretching things too far. Baby momma? Twilight giggled to herself. Hopefully that last one wouldn't end up being the best fit.

Well, finding out where she fit in now was one of the reasons she'd come. It would all be answered soon.

Soon wasn't soon enough, of course. The minutes crawled by as if they had delusions of grandeur and were pretending to be hours. She paced back and forth across the balcony, carefully coaching herself not to grow resentful at the delay. After all, Princess Celestia didn't even know she was here yet.

And then the Princess arrived. The interior door of the chambers opened and closed. There were a few moments of quiet before her soothing voice came from inside: “I know you're out there, Twilight. Please, come in.”

The tiredness of a long day's work was evident in Celestia's eyes, but she welcomed Twilight into her chambers with a loving smile all the same. Twilight nodded meekly and made herself at home on the rug she always used to curl up with her mentor on when they would read ancient stories together. The slight limp in her step didn't escape her former mentor's notice.

“I presume, since you've come to see me outside of official channels, you have something of a personal nature to speak with me about?”

Twilight nodded. “I've done it. With all three of them. I told each of them exactly what happened, and I've done everything they asked me to do in order to make it up to them. I've completed the tasks you set out for me.”

“Good, good.”

“And, well, I'm wondering where that leaves us...”

Princess Celestia raised an eyebrow teasingly. “In regards to...?”

“To, well, you know... Us. Me and you.”

“Well, you've paid your debt, obviously. As long as you keep your impulses under control from now on, all is forgiven.”

“No, I mean ... you know, where do we stand romantically?”

Celestia came closer, almost too close. “Romantically? Do you mean to say that what happened the last occasion you stopped time was something more than just carnal attraction?”

Twilight gulped, her back trembling and her legs locking in place. She couldn't bring herself to say it.

“Twilight?”

Finally snapping out of it, Twilight held a hoof to her chest and took a deep, deep breath. Only then could she look back up at Celestia again. “May I show you something?”

“Of course you may.”

“This is my favorite thing in the whole world – it's what keeps me warm on the inside, and it's what kept me going through this whole ordeal.” Barely daring to run the glyphs through her head, Twilight performed Plum Pipette's Perfect Pony Pregnancy Probe spell one more time. A glowing window into her own body appeared above her, enlarged many times bigger than reality. Inside the warm red of her own womb were two oddly-shaped dots, each one firmly implanted against its walls. One dot was pink, and the other dot was blue. Most of the rest was still filled with a white haze that didn't bear thinking about.

Princess Celestia stared at the projection, her eyes opening wide. “T-Twilight? Is that what I think it is?”

“Twins... A filly and a colt, both of them developing normally. They're yours... Uh, I mean ours.”

“Oh Twilight!” Celestia darted forward and swept Twilight up into her hooves. The magically projected image dissipated into thin air as Twilight's concentration was broken. With a gentle nudge of her hoof, Celestia raised Twilight's face to her own.

The kiss came as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Slow, deep, and passionate, it stretched on for long minutes that neither princess would never regret and never forget.

When their lips finally separated, they stayed nose-to-nose. Celestia gazed deep into Twilight's eyes. “You really do love me, don't you?”

“I do.” Twilight smiled warmly. “I love you, Celestia.”

The second kiss came faster and lasted longer. Neither of them seemed to be able to get enough of the other. It was almost as if they'd found a different way to stop time, an opposite way, where time stood still for them even as it slipped by everywhere else in the world.

“You have no idea how long I've wished to hear you say that! Oh what a glorious day!”

“So, we can be together...?” How fragile Twilight's heart looked when she held it out for her lover like that!

“Yes! Yes and forever!” Celestia kissed her again. “I love you, too, Twilight. I have ever since you came into my life. I've never dared to say it before, but I cannot hide it any longer.”

Twilight's face drew grim. “Oh, right... The scandal. The co-ruler of all Equestria having an affair with the student she raised from a little foal? The world's foremost teacher 'molesting' her innocent student? I guess we'll have to keep on hiding it, there's no way we can risk—”

Celestia squeezed her tight. “To Tartarus with the scandal! In a few months, the nobles will find something else to gossip about, and we'll still have each other.”

“Do you mean...”

“Yes. I won't have my two beautiful twin foals growing up as bastards, and I won't have you being my secret mistress. We will announce our engagement at tomorrow's day court ... if you'll have me.”

Twilight actually glowed. “Yes! Of course yes!”

“Wonderful! ... It does pose certain difficulties, though.” Celestia gave one of her subtly mischievous half-grins. “I think we may need to recruit the help of my sister in order to find a goldsmith who will be awake at this hour and capable of making a pair of rings sized for two alicorn horns before the day court opens in the morning.”

Twilight kissed her again. “This is really happening, isn't it?”

Stroking the smaller alicorn's mane behind her neck, Celestia leaned in and nuzzled her cheek. “Yes, yes it is. And I couldn't be happier.”