Conquering the Queen

“It’s strange,” said a calm voice, as Applejack pushed open the door to the queen’s chamber. “My magic tells me everything that happens in the castle, and yet I can’t sense you.”

The woman seated on the canopy bed had to be the queen. Even without the jeweled tiara on her head, she radiated the sort of grace and confidence that could only belong to royalty. And her body, wrapped in a sheer purple nightgown that matched the regal color of her hair, was… breathtaking. Beautiful and bountiful, skin as white as snow over curves wider than any Applejack had seen in her life. Just below the nightgown’s hem, beneath sapphire-colored stockings, Applejack could see the thickest thighs she’d ever beheld. And just above that was the widest, juiciest butt of any woman in the known world.

Applejack had lain with mares of all shapes, and over time she’d discovered that bigger was better. She’d dreamed of women who looked like the orc queen - with marvelous rolls of soft fat all over her body and breasts like prize melons. The mares in her dreams hadn’t had the queen’s little tusks or the orcish snout, but Applejack wouldn’t change a thing about the perfect vision she saw in front of her. She would have completely forgotten what she’d come here for, if not for the weight of the sword in her hand.

“I wouldn’t have known you were coming at all…” said the queen, “except that you knocked out the captain of my guard. My magic can sense her just fine, and when it told me she’d abruptly fallen unconscious, I knew that someone had come for me.” She stood from her bed, standing tall on blue high heels.“It wouldn’t have mattered, though. You could have come upon me in my sleep and plunged your sword into my heart, and my magic would have turned your blade to putty.”

The queen drew a breath, making her chest rise. “I am Rarity, queen of the orcs,” she said, “And no assassin can lay a hand upon me. So approach, pony warrior, and do what you will.”

Applejack silenced every doubt in her heart. Summoning her courage, she walked across the soft carpet, threw her arms around the orc queen’s big, marshmallow-soft body, and kissed her.

The first thing to come out of Rarity’s mouth was a muffled yelp of surprise. She’d no doubt expected her magic to do something to the intruder, but there was nothing - no shield of light to push Applejack away, no wall of flame to singe her fur. What was protecting this pony from her magic? Was it the sword she wielded? The amulet around her neck? Her magic, usually so powerful, was telling her nothing.

The orc queen felt naked, powerless - and a rush of excitement turned her surprise into arousal and her yelp into a long, lusty moan. She parted her lips to let the pony warrior’s tongue into her, and she felt herself growing wet as Applejack plundered her mouth.

Applejack’s sword thunked onto the carpeted floor as she let it drop. She cupped one hand under each of Rarity’s wide, round buttcheeks, and she lifted the queen up off the ground, throwing her over her shoulder.

The queen was heavy - and while that was exactly how Applejack liked her mares, she was grateful that she was onto a few footsteps away from the bed. Even a pony as strong as Applejack couldn’t carry that kind of weight for long.

She threw Rarity down on the bed and stood over her, arms at her sides, staring down at her flushed face. “I don’t know what you have planned for me, darling,” said the queen, “But whatever it is… if you do it as well as you kiss, then I can’t wait. What is your name, darling?”

Applejack began to remove the heavy cloth armor around her shoulders. “I’m Applejack,” she said, “and I know how to treat a mare.”

Rarity smiled as she watched Applejack bare her shoulders and her chest, from her round teardrop breasts to her flat, toned abs. “I do appreciate the touch of a woman,” she said, “but I don’t think one could truly give me everything I need… maybe you’ll be the exception?” As she spoke, she slowly pulled apart her nightgown, first revealing the deep cleavage between her big, soft breasts… then baring her chest entirely, baring her gorgeous white globes, with nipples the same purple as her long, shimmering hair.

“I reckon I might be,” said Applejack. She let her white cloth armor fall to the floor, leaving her body totally nude. And her long orange cock, no longer held tight beneath folds of fabric, sprang free and rose higher.

“Oh my!” gasped Rarity, putting a gloved hand to her mouth. “You have a stallionhood, darling! And one of such impressive size, as well…”

“Yeah, it’s served me well,” said Applejack. “Serves the mares pretty well, too.” She gripped the base of her cock with one hand, brushing her fingers against the heavy nuts dangling underneath. “I ain’t one to brag, but I’m damn sure I got a cock good enough fer royalty.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Applejack,” said Rarity, “And a queen cannot simply lie with a brute. A barbarian. The sort of pony who would sneak into a lady’s bedchamber, throw her roughly onto the bed, and simply… take whatever she wanted. ” She pulled her nightgown apart all the way, baring her plump belly and her thick white thighs… and just the smallest glance of her womanhood.

“You think that’s the kinda pony I am, Queenie?” said Applejack, stepping so close that she was standing between Rarity’s parted legs. “Well, as long as you already decided I’m a brute… I guess I might as well just ravish you, huh? Might as well just put my hands all over yer luscious body… part yer thighs… an’ use what I got to make ya scream.”

“Oh… you mustn’t…” Rarity whispered, letting her arms fall to her sides. She was lying flat on the bed, presenting her body to Applejack, giving every inch of herself to the warrior pony.

Applejack snorted derisively. “I do what I want, queen.” She lowered herself onto Rarity’s body, bringing her lips to one fat purple nipple. The taste of the queen’s body was just as magnificent as the sight of her; she tasted of fine, fragrant oils, part of a beauty regimen that was worth every penny. Unlike the soft coat of a pony, the orc had smooth, hairless skin, and kissing her bare breast was like kissing a lover’s lips.

Applejack suckled and licked at Rarity’s breast, circling the nipple with her tongue, bringing her years of sexual experience to bear. Having a cock was a novelty that opened a lot of bedroom doors, but time had taught her that mares needed more than a girthy member to be truly satisfied. Her tongue had grown strong and nimble, and her fingers could play a mare’s body like a piano. By the time her cock entered the picture, queen Rarity would already have had the best night of her life.

As she moved her mouth to the other breast, Applejack slipped a finger between the queen’s milky thighs, feeling her way between her soft, pillowy flesh, down to where her pussy waited. Simply dragging one finger down those slick lips made the queen whimper softly, and then more fingers entered the picture, two softly searching her folds as her thumb rubbed slowly at her clit.

“Mmmph,” mumbled Rarity. “You can't force me to… enjoy this, you brute… I know what you're trying to do…” Her lips still locked onto Rarity’s nipple, Applejack smiled. The queen’s pretense of resistance had been flimsy to start with, and she was having trouble keeping it up.

“You want to make me beg,” moaned Rarity, “to make me… submit… but I, I…”

The queen was right. Applejack did want to hear her beg. And she knew just how to get what she wanted. She released the queen’s breast from her mouth and brought her head lower, down past her plump belly and down to the intersection of her thighs. Her royal womanhood was wet and ready, dripping with juice more fine and fragrant than the expensive oils that adorned her skin. Applejack extended her tongue and flicked at the queen's clit, quickly settling into a rhythm that never failed to get a reaction. Her pussy was sweet and warm like apple pie, finer than any other mare’s, and each fresh lick was a sweet delight.

“Oh, how improper,” groaned Rarity, her limbs beginning to twitch, “the foul mouth of a… coarse pony warrior… upon the divine royal f-flower of the… the queen… I cannot… I, I… oh, oh yes, yes! Give me more, darling!”

Applejack gave her more. Her tongue pleasured the queen’s clit, and her fingers rejoined the effort, penetrating her folds and searching for sensitive spots. This was another trademark of Applejack's technique: her fingers scouted ahead, finding weak points that her cock could launch an assault upon. The queen of the orcs, like so many mares before her, would be overcome.

And when she found what she was looking for, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Rarity, it took no time at all for Applejack to claim her first victory. The queen’s pussy throbbed, dripping with sweet juice that coated Applejack's hungry tongue, and she cried out, groping at her body as she came

“Oh,” gasped Rarity, lifting her head as her climax came to an end, “that was… divine… but you're not done, are you? You brute, you no doubt intend to use that enormous cock on me…”

“Damn right,” said Applejack, rising to her feet. “Yer gonna get on yer knees and suck me off. Drink my cum. Show me that the orc queen ain't nothin’ more than a common harlot.”

“I won't,” insisted Rarity, already lifting herself from the bed. “You can't make me.” She dropped to her knees, gripping the base of Applejack's cock with trembling fingers. “Never, I'll never…”

And then her mouth was too full of pony cock to speak any more. But she didn't go silent; loud, lusty moans spilled from her stuffed mouth as she licked and sucked at Applejack's thick shaft.

Applejack threw her head back and groaned, putting one hand on her bare tit and the other on the back of the queen’s bobbing head. Rarity was servicing her cock with an enthusiasm that few mates could hope to match; she was hopelessly lost in her fantasy of submission, abandoning her dignity, giving herself completely to the brutish warrior who had broken into her bedchamber.

“Yeah,” groaned Applejack, “that's real good… keep on suckin, Rarity, I got a big load ‘a pony spunk for yer mouth…” She felt her balls tighten, orgasm coming on quick. She usually lasted longer, but she'd never had her dick sucked by a queen before - much less a queen who was blissfully submitting to her, worshipping her cock. With effort, she could have held herself back - but she decided to simply let herself go. Her cock was good for more than one load; there'd be chances to impress the queen with her stamina later.

“I'm comin’!” she grunted, and a thick jet of cum shot from the fat flared tip of her cock. Rarity mumbled around her throbbing member, begging for more each time a new gush of seed hit her tongue. And she got a massive mouthful of cum - but she was still begging when Applejack's climax ended and her cock dripped the last of its thick load into her mouth.

Rarity popped her lips off Applejack's fat orange cock, stumbling backwards onto the bed. “Surely you're done with me,” she gasped, her pale white face flushed red. “There can't be anything more you desire…” Her legs parted, her thighs moving aside to reveal her womanhood once again. It was still slick, still flowing, eager for another round. And lucky for her, Applejack's cock was just as ready.

Without a word, Applejack descended onto Rarity and plunged herself inside the orc queen’s royal cunt. She was heavenly, warm and soft and slick, her inner walls hugging Applejack’s fat shaft. The pony’s first thrust put her in up to her medial ring, and the divine perfection of Rarity’s pussy gave her a need to go deeper. Not all mates could take Applejack's entire stallionhood, but The orc queen’s cunt felt like it was made for her - and she felt sure that it would be a perfect fit.

She slid herself inside, their bodies growing closer as Rarity’s folds embraced more and more of her shaft. Finally she was all the way in, balls deep in royalty, breathing heavy against Rarity’s heaving chest.

“Oh, you barbarian,” gasped Rarity, “you've… deflowered me… taken my virtue…”

Applejack was stunned into silence. The orc queen had been a virgin? Guilt swam up into her chest for just a moment - but arousal and pride took its place quickly. She pulled her hips back and thrust herself into Rarity, resolving to give her a world-class fucking in exchange for her royal virginity.

“Yer mine now, queen Rarity,” said Applejack, pumping her hips in long, powerful motions, slamming the whole weight of her muscular body into Rarity’s plump frame. “Yer my mare… an’ when I put my seed in ya, you won’t want no other cock but mine.” Her hips slapped against Rarity, making her snow-white chub ripple with each impact. She ground her body against the queen’s, bouncing on her like a mattress of soft womanhood. The queen’s body was wonderfully warm and soft beneath her, her belly and breasts smushing and jiggling with each bounce.

“OH!” yelled Rarity, her legs kicking involuntarily as Applejack’s cock rammed her again and again. “So strong… so big… fuck me, savage me, ruin me…” Her heaving breaths became deep grunts and snorts, a strange contrast to her feminine form and demeanor. But Applejack liked what she heard; her fucking was turning the queen into a beast, a grunting pig of a woman who loved to get fucked.

And as her animalistic side took over, Rarity began to crave control. As Applejack went balls-deep inside her, Rarity wrapped her legs around the pony’s body, using all her strength - and mass - to flip the two of them over.

Suddenly, Applejack was beneath the orc queen, lying flat on the bed as Rarity bounced on top of her. From this perspective, Rarity’s body was a majestic mountain of snow-white womanly flesh, jiggling and wobbling as she lifted herself up and slammed herself down onto Applejack’s cock. Her wide, round asscheeks smacked against Applejack’s thighs, filling the room with loud, fleshy slaps. And the mattress beneath them creaked and groaned beneath the tremendous weight of the queen.

Applejack gripped the queen’s ass, sinking her hands into the jiggling, yielding flesh. She tried to steady the queen as she rode Applejack’s cock, but the queen rode her harder, now growling and hissing in pure animal lust.

Applejack thought for sure she’d tamed this beast already, but clearly there was more work to be done. Summoning all her strength, she rolled to the side, taking Rarity with her. No longer pinned to the bed by the orc queen’s weight, Applejack pulled out and rolled the disoriented Rarity onto her belly, so that her smooth white ass was up in the air. Then she plunged herself in again, penetrating the beastly queen’s womanhood.

“I guess I gotta break ya,” said Applejack, nearly breathless from exertion and she fucked Rarity from behind. “I ain’t met a mare nor beast that I couldn’t get the better of, an’ even if you’re both I reckon I can take ya.” She gripped Rarity’s thick, creamy thighs and thrust herself into the queen’s dripping cunt, no longer holding back an ounce of strength. Only Applejack’s cock could tame the grunting, snorting orc queen, and she needed it hard and fast.

Rarity got into the frenzied rhythm of the fucking, fighting for dominance even as she was fucked from behind. She bucked as Applejack rammed her, slamming her ass backwards, grunting and groaning.

“Harder,” grunted Rarity, her voice deep and husky. “Fuck me… break me… you uncultured pony brute… degrade me, make me your big fat animal slut…”

Applejack was certain her cock had never been harder. She thrust her hips with renewed strength, drilling Rarity’s tight wet virgin cunt with unrestrained force. Her thrusts began to make Rarity’s body buck forward, slipping forward on the bed each time she Applejack made impact. And finally, with one powerful thrust of her hips, she sent the orc queen rolling off the bed, landing in a quivering, grunting heap beside the bed.

A moment passed where Applejack worried that she'd injured the orc queen, who lay in a noisy lump on the carpet. But Rarity rose up, wobbling on her high heels, and turned to face Applejack with a feral expression of lust. Then she pounced, tackling Applejack, making the bed creak in anguish. They wrestled briefly, sweaty and groping, grunting and moaning - but in the end, Rarity’s big snow-white ass was once again in the air, and Applejack plunged herself in once more, reclaiming the queen's cunt.

“Oh, Applejack,” moaned Rarity, between the involuntary snorts that rose up from her throat every time the pony’s cock filled her pussy, “you've made me - snort - a lowly broodmare… all I want is - snort - to be fucked… oh darling, I can feel it… I'm coming-”

Rarity’s pussy clenched around Applejack’s shaft, and her climax shot from her core out into her struggling limbs. And from her mouth there came a bestial squeal, a sound that held no refinement, only bare animal lust.

Applejack, no stranger to bucking beasts, held Rarity steady as fucked the queen’s throbbing womanhood. She was close to climax herself, nearly ready to launch her second load of the night. And, seeing the horny animal she'd reduced the orc queen to, the warrior pony thought of one final way to claim ownership of Rarity’s body.

She pulled out of Rarity’s pussy and, without missing a beat, plunged her cock into her asshole. Her hole was soft and wide enough that it offered almost no resistance to Applejack's entry - although it still came as a shock to Rarity. The queen had been a virgin only minutes ago, and now she was having her ass fucked by a long, thick pony cock, all while her pussy was still in the midst of climax.

And she loved it. Being the invincible queen of the orcs had never been as fulfilling as being the grunting, horny animal that Applejack had made her into.

Applejack was close, her cock twitching wildly inside the tight walls of Rarity’s ass. She pulled out just as she felt herself pass the point of no return, and she let herself spray her load over Rarity’s back, splattering thick off-white pony seed over her back and into her gorgeous mane of purple hair.

Even though she'd partially emptied her nuts into Rarity’s mouth minutes ago, this proved to be the biggest load of Applejack’s life. Her cock twitched powerfully, firing long, heavy ropes of cum over Rarity’s body - until finally it slumped, drooling the last of her load into a puddle at the small of the orc queen's back.

Rarity let herself fall onto the bed, her limbs too tired to support her any longer. Applejack flopped down on top of her, lying in the sticky mess she'd made of Rarity's backside. “Oh darling,” moaned the queen, her voice hoarse from a night of grunting and squealing. “Darling, darling, darling…”

Applejack sighed, her head finally clearing, and she remembered what had brought her here. The mission from the princess. Her family, who needed land to live and work. And the prophecy, which said a pony warrior would plunge her mighty weapon into the orc queen again and again until she submitted.

Applejack stood from the bed and reached down to retrieve her fallen sword. There was only one way to make this right - but it would take all of her courage. Sword in hand, she returned to the bed where Rarity lay.

“We gather here today to unite these two in Harmony and marriage…”

In spite of the cool air of early autumn, Applejack felt sweat forming on her brow. This frilly white dress was so unlike anything she'd ever normally consider wearing, and it didn't help that hundreds of people, both ponies and orcs, were looking at her. An outdoor wedding suited Applejack's tastes, but when she'd imagined her wedding day she hadn't pictured so many people in attendance.

Of course, some of them - perhaps most - were looking at Rarity, who wore a similar white dress - although she'd insisted on a grander garment, one that seemed to radiate light and shimmer with every motion. Applejack tightened her grip nervously on the handle of her family sword - and Rarity, with her hands on the sword’s pommel, reached down a couple fingers to stroke her hand soothingly.

Swords were a rare sight in wedding ceremonies - at least, in the last century - but Applejack was a warrior, and one who cared deeply about tradition. She'd proposed in the manner of pony warriors - by presenting her sword pommel to the orc queen - and so the sword was the centerpiece of the ceremony.

Applejack's proposal, and Rarity’s acceptance, had accomplished what bloodshed could not: it had birthed a peace between orcs and ponies, and a unity between their lands. And the Apple family would have land, enough land for the whole extended family.

As the newlyweds kissed, wild cheers rose from the hundreds of attendees. And close to the front row, just behind the orcish nobility, a helpless, blubbering cry joined the revel.

“I'm sorry,” cried Ghorza, the captain of the orcish guard, “I always cry at weddings!” Fluttershy, a yellow pony seated beside her, gave the orc a sympathetic look and passed her a small handkerchief to dry her eyes.

But the orc’s fingers fumbled, and she found herself holding the pony’s delicate hand… and as she held it, a blush formed on both their faces.

In the aisle beside them, Applejack and queen Rarity ran hand in hand past the crowds. Their carriage, purple and white with extravagant gold trim, was ready and waiting to take them on their honeymoon, and they hurried inside, ready to be alone once again.

“Well that was a big production,” said Applejack, smoothing out her dress as she sat down beside Rarity and closed the carriage door. “I hope not every day married to a queen's gonna be like that.”

“No, darling,” said Rarity, giving her new wife a leer that made the pony gulp. “It's going to be more like this.”

She tackled Applejack, making the carriage buck so hard that onlookers worried it might tip over. But it righted itself - and as it drove out of sight, it rocked back and forth, even over the smooth road.

“I love a happy ending,” sighed Fluttershy, watching the carriage bump and rock as it rolled over the hill.

Ghorza laughed. “Happy ending,” she said, vividly picturing just what was happening inside that carriage. “I suppose that's one name for it.” She saw Fluttershy’s blush grow into a deeper red, and she felt her own face flush in sympathy. “Say,” she said, “would you maybe… like to get some tea sometime?”

Fluttershy nodded, a shy smile on her flushed face.