Cock-Fu

by Pozzo

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Princess Celestia, Sex, Anthro, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Princess Luna, Comedy
Length: 7004

Luna tells the mane 6 a war story, and reveals the lost alicorn art of Cock Fu.

During a totally platonic, casual, relaxing time at the Royal Baths, Luna accidentally reveals scars from her past defending Equestria in battle. She may be immortal, but she is far from invulnerable. So she tells the story of how she got her scars fighting alongside her sister in a glorious victory for Equestria.

Oh, and the sisters have a martial art revolving around clubbing people with their dicks. They talk about that too.

This story is kind of a all over the place with weird kinks. Contains: Anthro, futa, hyper genitals, casual nudity, temporary dismemberment and penectomy, a literal mindfuck and light incest

Published 2017-11-20 00:20:13 UTC
Last updated 2017-11-20 00:20:13 UTC

"An Elegant Weapon, From a More Civilized Age..."

Like everything else in the Royal Palace, the baths were huge. Marble gleamed everywhere the eye could see, which in this case was a room maybe between 70 or 80 yards across and just shorter in breadth. Magnificent stone pillars lined the room, and in the very centre was a truly gargantuan bath that resembled a small swimming pool more than anything else. The Princesses truly did do things on a bigger scale that normal ponies. Which was just as well, really.

“Who-ee!” whistled Applejack as she and the rest of the Elements of Harmony entered the lavish room. “Seems every time I come over to this place ah see something new that blows my darn mind. You could fit a barn of cows in here.”

“I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t, though.” Said Rarity, frowning at the mental image that Applejack had placed in her head. “This truly is splendid to look at though. The marble is so smooth!”

“Yeah, Twilight, this place is the tops!” enthused Pinkie Pie. Twilight laughed off her friends comments.

“Oh, you get used to it…but I’m glad you all like it!” she said. She looked over the room and sighed happily. “I remember coming here as a filly once, as a treat from Celestia. I felt like a real little princess that day. I wanted to treat you guys to that, show you how I felt back then.”

“And now you really are a little princess, Twilight dear!” Said Rarity, coming over and sharing in the feel-good vibes. From the back of the group, Rainbow Dash sniggered.

“Well, she’s not exactly little anymore.”

“Rainbow Dash!”

“Oh, it’s fine. I guess I’m not so little these day!” said Twilight, who was indeed a few inches taller than her friends post-ascension. Not to mention certain other growth spurts she had been through since her childhood. The new princess was shaking out of her childhood memories by a pair of heavy, unmistakable footsteps coming from behind. She turned around excitedly. “You’re here!”

“Hello, Twilight. And hello to all of you, as well.” Said none other than Princess Celestia, resplendent in a simple white dress that left rather little to the imagination. Her beasts were only just about hidden by the amount of fabric the dress provided, but there wasn’t enough to cover what lay in between the Sun Princess’s thighs. This did not go unnoticed by Twilight or her friends, but while to Twilight such a dress was an obvious and practical choice of wear considering the location, her friends seemed rather taken aback. Not that they didn’t know about the Princesses anatomy-it had always been obvious, and they never really tried to hide it. But they were rarely quite this blasé about it.

Before the image before them could quite sink in, another figure appeared, silently coming into view from somewhere behind Celestia. She wasn’t quite as tall as her sister, but Princess Luna still seemed to loom above the assembled ponies. That might just have been a trick of the mind, however; her intimidating reputation might have softened somewhat since her return, but she could still have her moments of silent intensity. Particularly when she showed up completely naked.

“Luna, we’ve talked about this.” Said Celestia, putting her face in her hand. “Wait till you get here, then disrobe. The servants are complaining.”

“Nonsense! Why back in our day we would oft walk the halls without a shred of clothing.” Said Luna, looking completely unashamed as the Elements goggled at her. Her breasts seemed almost as large as her sisters despite her shorter height, with dark blue nipples poking out towards the group. And flopping in front of her was a truly monstrous cock-even flaccid it seemed thicker and longer than most ponies could dream of, with a matching pair of heavy-looking balls to boot. “Besides, we are bathing with Princess Twilight Sparkle and her friends, are we not? What is the point of getting dressed if we are simply to undress right after? Folly, I say.”

“That’s not the-“ Celestia brought a polite hand to her mouth, coughed, took a deep breath, then smiled at the watching ponies. “Ahem, excuse my sister, everyone: she has her ways. Let’s all follow my dear, sweet sister’s lead and get ready for the bath, yes?” She started to slip out of her own dress.

“Um, is it ok if I just wear a bathing suit?” asked Fluttershy, as her friends also began the process of disrobing. “Because, well, I just do that. Wear the bathing suit I mean. Cause, um…”

“It’s fine dear, no-one’s pressuring you to do anything.” Said Rarity, as she carefully folded the top she was wearing into a neat square with her magic. “Honestly though, you’re not like this at the spa.”

“Well, there’s not normally two Princesses standing there…”

“Three!” chimed in Rainbow, who was already down to her underwear. “Don’t get Twilight!”

“Really, you’ve nothing to be ashamed about.” Said Celestia, who seemed to glide over to where the shy pegasus was standing. Fully nude, she leaned down a little and smiled that famous radiant smile at Fluttershy. “But you do what you want, Fluttershy. This is your treat, after all, after helping to save Equestria…erm…” she looked over at Twilight, who shrugged. “…many times.” She finished, as strongly as she could manage. Fluttershy seemed to think for a moment, before smiling back at Celestia, choosing to also disrobe.

Of the mares present, Fluttershy was one of the three who lacked any sort of male equipment. Applejack and Rainbow Dash were the others, and of them all only Applejack had anything resembling a chest; she sported a respectable pair of C-cups, along with a generally larger frame compared to the two lighter pegasi, even if it was mostly muscle. Pinkie Pie had a similar bust size and a much curvier frame, along with a thick but otherwise regular-sized member. Rounding off the non-royals in the room was Rarity, who’s otherwise tall and slender frame was offset by a pair of D-cups and a proud, ten inch cock.

Of all the princesses Twilight was definitely the smallest, stature and otherwise, but given that she was still better endowed than any of her friends, this really just said more about big the sisters were compared to normal ponies. It was more obvious than ever now that they were naked and standing in front of everyone-Rainbow Dash, the smallest pony there, only came up to about Celestia’s voluptuous chest. And what a chest it was, breasts jiggling with every step and movement. Then there was her cock: bigger than even Luna’s, it almost seemed to trail along the floor such was its impossible size. Her balls, which hung down to just above her knees, swung with a sense of genuine momentum between her meaty legs whenever she would move across the marble floor

After a small period of polite chatter, and once everyone’s clothes had been safely stored to the side away from the water, everyone walked over to the bath, which had been readied before their arrival. Rainbow immediately dipped a toe in the water, testing the temperature. She made an “OK” sign with her fingers, and started to climb in. Before the others could join her though, Pinkie Pie’s voice pipped up.

“Princess Luna, what’s that white line on your dick?”

Twilight, who was just about to sit down, found her feet slipping from under her and very almost tumbled into the bath. “P…Pinkie Pie!” she cried, mortified. “What are you even saying!”

“Well it’s just it kind of stands out because the rest of it’s so dark-“

“That’s not the point!” But now that it had been pointed out, Twilight was helpless but to notice it herself. In fact all of the other girls were staring at the Princess of the Night, who continued to stand there completely unselfconsciously as they examined her piece. There was indeed a thick, noticeable white line that seemed to form a complete circle around the base of Luna’s cock. It looked rather like…

“Ah yes.” Said Luna, acknowledging the stares. “My old war wounds. Sometimes I forget how strange they must seem; I have lived with them so long, you see.”

“War wounds? You got this in battle?” asked Twilight. Luna nodded, before pointing to her neck. Everyone gasped.

“There’s a mark on her neck, too!” said Applejack. It was much the same as the one she had lower down on her body: a white line making what seemed like a perfect circle.

“The heck did we miss that?!” asked Rainbow.

“Well Princess Luna does usually wear that regal collar of hers.” said Rarity, putting a finger to her chin and examining the scar herself. “That would cover it up nicely.”

“I had no idea you had any scars, Luna.” Said Twilight, standing up off the floor and walking over to the larger alicorn. “Sorry if this is making you uncomfortable-“

“Nay, Twilight Sparkle, it is no issue. I am not ashamed of my scars-they are badges of honor from when Celestia and I helped defend our nation as warriors.” Princess Luna stood tall and proud, her head held high as she showed off the scar on her neck. Celestia walked over and stood by her sisters side, looking rather touched by Luna’s mention of her.

“I was proud to fight alongside you, sister.” She said, touching Luna’s back with her hand. When they got this close, it was hard not to notice the way that their breasts casually rubbed against each other. It seemed entirely innocent and platonic, but that didn’t stop the group from collectively biting their lips and struggle to keep their composure. “Now, let’s all enjoy the lovely bath that’s been prepared for us all, yes?”

The group nodded their approval and started to make their way to the edge of the bath, sliding into the pleasantly warm water to a chorus of relaxing sighs. Even given the size of the bath, it was still something of a tight fit to get all eight mares inside, which was in no small part due to the princesses taking up the majority of the space between themselves. The two sisters sat beside each other, with Twilight across from them in the middle of her own friends, sitting down next to Applejack and Rarity with a look of pleasant contentment on her face.

“Heh, they’re pretty wicked scars, though.” Said Rainbow, as she sunk down until only her head was showing. “Makes it look as though you got your head chopped off or something.”

“That is what happened.”

“Ah, well yeah, that would explain-“ Dash’s eyes went wide, and she immediately jumped out of the bath again. “What?!”. Again, Luna shrugged as if this was not any sort of revelation.

“We alicorns are very hard to kill. Surely this is common knowledge?” she said. The group of mares looked at each other. Alicorn immortality was a known fact, it was true, but having Princess Luna just casually confirm her own decapitation was still something of a shock. Pinkie was the first to recover, and her eyes shined as a realization dawned on her.

“Ooh, so you got your cock cut off too then!” she said. Twilight twitched, not only at the question, but the simple nod of the head that Luna gave as an answer. Her planned day of a lovely, relaxing bath was not quite going as she had anticipated it. She looked over at Rarity, who was wearing a similar expression that hinted at a potential future nervous breakdown. Beside her, blushing deep red, Fluttershy was sinking deeper and deeper into the water, to the point where her nose was only just above the waterline.

“Hang on just a second now.” Said Applejack, who was handling this turn of conversation surprisingly well. “I ain’t no soldier, and I ain’t no futagirl either, granted. But if I was packing one of those things, I’d be keeping it well away from the frontlines of a darn battle, that’s for sure.”

“With all due respect, Applejack, you are quite correct: You are neither a soldier, nor a futa.” Replied Luna, curtly. “Why, the two go hand in hand. Many were the ruffians struck down by my cock on the battlefield.” There was yet another period of confused silence as Applejack blinked, eyebrows doing some sort of interpretative dance as she thought.

“Uh…beg yer pardon? You…hit people with that thing?” she managed.

“I would use “smote” rather than hit, but yes.” Replied the princess, apparently completely sincere. She looked Twilight in the eyes, despite the latter’s attempts to look away. “Surely you have read on this in your studies, Twilight? Our glorious martial history?” The purple alicorn seemed to recall some sort of memory, although she retained her look of incredulous shock.

“I remember there were early poems about your victory over the rebel dragons back in the first era. And they did seem to mention your, er, parts. A lot.” Conceded Twilight, shifting uncomfortably in her part of the bath. She looked over to where Luna was sitting. The dark outline of Luna’s tool could occasionally be spotted underneath all the bubbles and the water, rather like a shark. This was rather alarming to Rainbow Dash, who was seated next to her. And Twilight had noticed the pegasus blushing like mad for reasons unseen but easily guessed at.

“And you have doubtless heard my sister talk of her own tales of valour.” continued Luna, looking at her sister with an expression of pride. “Few were those who could stand against the might of her marecock.”

“Luna, you know I don’t like to boast.” Smiled Celestia, who had been watching this discussion unfold silently until now. To the others she seemed her usual calm self, but Twilight thought that she detected a playfulness in her grin as she took in the conversation. “I didn’t really bring it up.”

“You never brought anything like this up!” said Twiight, torn between the joy of learning a new thing and the embarrassment of the subject matter. “Are you telling me that you, Princess Celestia, would go into battle and…and…”

“Bludgeon people with my penis? Yes, I did. Very effectively, if you must know.”

“Is it just me or is this bath is getting very warm…” whispered Fluttershy to herself, still mostly submerged in the water and still blushing with the strength and heat of a small energy reactor. The rest of the group started to ask questions at rapid speed, one after the other.

“How did you lose it? Some epic duel on top of a volcano?”

“Did you ever put armour on it?”

“Did you use your balls too?”

“CEASE YOUR QUESTIONS ABOUT MY GENITALS!” cried out Luna in the Royal Canterlot voice, a voice so powerful it sent water flying out of the bath and inadvertently shattering at least one of the marble tiles nearby. The chatter ceased immediately; all eyes were now on Luna, who harrumphed and crossed her arms.

“It appears that our ancient warrior history has not been properly recorded. I will have to correct this disgrace, starting right now.” She stood up, the water only going up to about her knees. Her schlong literally rose to the occasion, standing up proudly like it was saluting the bathing onlookers. “Let me tell you how the Battle of Grey Mountain really unfolded…”

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Horns sounded over the cold morning air: the battle was about to begin. Lines had been drawn, the last attempts at parlay long since failed, and now there was no other possible outcome. Celestia despised physical conflict, but even she knew that there were times where you must stand up and fight for what’s right. The enemy was a renegade army of dragons who wanted to invade the so called “weaker” race, led by a dimwit thug named Charred. She scoffed, and turned towards her own host. Brave, well trained, well equipped soldiers. Many would suffer terrible wounds today. But she would be right there alongside them, and that gave them courage.

“All of Equestria is counting on us, my loyal soldiers.” Said the princess, walking slowly down among the ranks. She was wearing her traditional heavy armor, gleaming gold and emblazoned with her cutie mark on the abdominal area. The chest piece was mostly cut away, although her breasts were themselves well protected with chainmail. And rising out of her crotch was one of the most feared weapons in Equestria: her three foot cock, covered in an ornate gauntlet that turned it into an instrument of destruction.

“We fight to protect the weak, to defend our lands, and to punish those who would do us harm.” She continued, her voice steady but full of clear emotion. “If we truly believe in our cause, we will prevail, as we have done in the past.” She paused, and with regal grace, her weapon pointed towards the sun. “Are you all with me?!” The soldiers cheered, pointing their own armament upwards and clanging their armour and their shields, making a truly mighty racket. It was in the midst of this racket that another voice rang out.

“Urgh, please decease from making so much noise, it is far too early in the morning for that.”

Appearing from the sides, Princess Luna made her appearance. She looked somewhat haggard, with her normally pristine flowing hair looking bedraggled and obvious bags under her eyes. More noticeably, she was completely naked, her royal bits flopping around as she marched up to her sister, half-slouching in her tiredness.

“Luna! What in equestrian are you doing?!” said Celestia, before remembering that her troops were watching and stopping to get her composure back. “Ahem. I mean…sister, you appear to have, erm, forgotten your armor.” Luna looked down at her nude form, blinking.

“Ah. Tis true.” She said, deadpan. “I did think it was rather breezy.” In the distance there was the call of a deep, rumbling horn, followed by drums. Celestia turned, and seen that the enemy forces were advancing on their position.

“Battle is upon is.” She said, bringing an armored hand up to her chin in thought. “Perhaps if we leave you a detachment of troops, and then I engage their main forces head on, you could get fully dressed and then take the enemy by surprise by-“

“Forwards, brave soldiers! On me!”

Celestia was taken out of her thoughts by the rumblings of footsteps, as the Equestrian army began their advance. Luna was at the forefront, her head still visible as she lead them onwards, presumably still without a stitch of clothing nevermind armor. Sighing, Celestia focused for a second and teleported to the front.

“Sister, this is very unwise of you.” She said to Luna, who was unfazed by having Celestia appear in a flash of light directly beside her. “You are not invincible. Proper equipment is vital!”

“My equipment?” said Luna, before her eyes went wide. “Zounds, you’re right” she said, a look of horror dawning on her dark blue face. “I…this is most unusual. Normally I am always in full fighting form, I swear.” Well, at least she had acknowledged her mistake; so often Luna could be infuriatingly stubborn. It was too serious a situation for Celestia to laugh at her sisters situation, but her heart did go out to Luna, and she put a protective wing over a blue shoulder.

“Do not fear, my beloved little sister. This is easily fixable.” She watched as Luna’s gaze met hers, and the Dreamwalker smiled warmly, and returned a wing of her own to cosy up against the steel plates of Celestia’s armour.

“You are very kind, Celestia, I am proud to follow you into battle.”

“Likewise. We will show this Charred what it means to threaten our subjects.” Replied Celestia, her fist clenching with resolve.

“Indeed. So, are you doing this now?” asked Luna. “The enemy is getting rather close, after all.” Celestia stared blankly back.

“I’m sorry? Do what,exactly?”

“Assisting me with my equipment.” Said Luna again, with a note of urgency in her voice. “Quick, now, the attack will begin at any moment!”

“Well, go back to your tent then.”

“Nay, our soldiers need us here for this crucial moment in the battle.” Luna had a point: moral might be affected if one of them were to leave right at the start of the battle, even if only for a short while. As Celestia thought about this, she suddenly felt something grasp her breasts through her chain mail. She looked down and seen a pair of blue hands grasping them.

“Luna.” She said, ice practically forming on her breath as she spoke. “What are you doing?”

“Why, preparing my combat equipment of course.” Answered Luna, unperturbed. “Really, we just discussed this.”

“I..” Celestia started to realize exactly what it was her sister meant by “equipment.” She looked down between Luna’s legs. Her cock had been mostly inactive until now, but was showing signs of life as her digits squeezed.

“Hmm, all this silly armour really is a hassle.” Muttered Luna. A few of the troops to the side and behind had picked up on the groping going on; had their attention not been focused on themselves, the sisters might have noticed a few rather embarrassed looks. As it was, Celestia tried her best to talk some sense into her sister.

“Armour is what I was referring to before, Luna, not your weapon!” she hissed, although she made no effort to stop her sister’s ministrations; after all, Luna did need to get her tool in working order before the battle started, and this seemed the quickest way.

“Bah, I have never liked wearing that anyway! Much too slow and cumbersome. I have always maintained that attack is the best form of defence, anyway.”

“That doesn’t mean running into battle naked!” Chided Celestia. Her sister’s penis was still semi-flaccid at best. Sighing, she began to run her hand up and down the impressive length, causing Luna to breath sharply.

“You will see after today that I am right in this, dear sister.” said Luna, as she led one of her own hands down onto her cock. “I believe that my nudity will be somewhat intimidating. I know well the art of psychological warfare. In fact, there is a fascinating tribe in the more primitive reaches of Equestria who not only battle wholly in the nude, but also-“

“Incoming!”

Their conversation was interrupted by a volley of arrows suddenly arriving courtesy of the enemy. Without pausing from her current task, Celestia waved her spare hand up at the sky, not even bothering to look up as the entire volley was deflected by a golden magical shield.

“Urgh, I don’t know why people keep bothering with arrows.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Right, I can see you’re set on doing this without any proper protection.”

“Aha.”

“Yes, well done, very droll. This is serious!” Celestia gave her sisters balls a quick squeeze by means of venting her displeasure, before speeding up her handjob. She knelt down and gave the head of Luna’s cock a long lick, tracing her tongue around the outside of the rapidly flaring head. This produced the desired effect, as the Princess of the Night gave out a whimper of pleasure.

“Ah, be careful not to overdo it, lest you put me out of action all together…”

“Oh, shush, I know what I’m doing.” At this point her troops had stopped marching altogether and were openly staring at the sight before them, as Celestia continued to work her sister up to maximum size. Even the enemy appeared to have stopped advancing; the archers had certainly paused in their firing, perhaps wondering if this was part of some diabolical master strategy on the part of Celestia. Charred could not be seen anywhere on the front lines, a fact that he would famously later come to regret as the worst tactical mistake of the entire campaign.

After what seemed a very long time indeed, Celestia stood up again.

“Right. Well. That looks good enough.” She said, eyeing the now looming blue rod that looked as if it was about to shoot off and attack the enemy all by itself. Her own weapon also pointed forwards threateningly, gleaming in its metallic gauntlet.

“Soldiers! Charge!”

Raising their voice into one defiant roar, the Equestrian Royal Army was led by their heroic princesses into a charge right into the heart of the enemy lines. There was a shield wall erected, but it gave way in moments to the princesses’ superior erections, which tosses the poor dragons aside like they were mere toys. Princess Luna made for a rather effective shock trooper, with her opponents perhaps not quite knowing what to make of the fully nude Amazonian futa knocking troops aside with her enormous dick.

And the few that could tear their eyes off of her were met with the armoured figure of Celestia. Dragon scales were no match for her gauntlet, not to mention her formidable magical prowess which protected both herself and her sister from most attempts at retaliation. Behind the trail that they made were the royal troops, effectively mopping up the dazed enemy soldiers and incapacitating them before they could fully understand what had happened.

The battle raged, but it was clear that the renegade dragon forces were not expecting such a fierce physical onslaught, and their morale began to drop as the main thrust of the Equestrian army drove them further and further back. The fact that their apparent leader, Charred, was safely at the back of the army barking out orders did not help matters. Sensing this, the Princesses redoubled their efforts, their cocks swinging in all directions and clobbering anything unlucky enough to stand in their way.

“See, sister?” said Luna as she dispatched three dragons at once with a thrust of her hips. “I feel as light as a cloud! Floating like a cloud, and then stinging like an angry crab!”

“You must work on your sayings, Luna.” Answered Celestia, who had managed to trap an overconfident dragon’s sword in between her chain mailed breasts. “I almost lost concentration there just trying to decipher your similes.” The dragon soldier, who had let go of his sword and was now clasping his hands together and pleading for forgiveness, was promptly sent into orbit courtesy of Celestia’s cock-gauntlet. “Now, the reinforcements led by General Ironwing should be arriving at any moment. When they do, it is imperative that we-Luna pay attention!”

“I am paying attention!” said Luna, who was currently showboating, standing with her hands on her head and engaging four enemies at once. “It’s not like taking on these ruffians is taking up any of my concentration. One of them charged at her, and was rewarded for his bravery with a slap to the face, and he disappeared into the throng around them. Luna scoffed at this. “Bah, is there no one among you who can challenge me?”

“Don’t get cocky, sister!” warned Celestia, who was still very much conscious of how vulnerable Luna was without any sort of armour on. She went to assist the blue alicorn, but was suddenly accosted by a fresh group of enemy soldiers, and turned to deal with them. At the same time, two of Luna’s remaining opponents tried a pincer attack, coming at her from two different directions. Quick as lightning, Luna flipped backwards into a handstand and whirled around in one smooth movement. Her cock collided with each of her would-be assailants and sent them flying left and right. She laughed as she stayed in her handstand pose for a moment.

“I really hope you seen that, Celestia!” she cried. “I truly do surprise myself sometime-“

She gasped as a strange cold sensation passed through her nethers, followed by the strange feeling of suddenly being much lighter than a second previously. Luna collapsed to the ground, before groggily getting to her feet.

“What in Tartarus was…oh dear.”

Luna’s cock and balls lay on the field in front of her, cut neatly off with almost surgical precision. She reached a hand out and touched the side of her member-it was still warm, but she could no longer feel any sensation in it, no matter how hard she pressed her fingers into it. Slightly dazed, Luna got up onto her feet, marveling at how light she now felt. She looked down at the large red circle where her junk used to be, and her hand trailed down. Her marehood was now much more prominent, usually being overshadowed somewhat understandably by what usually lay between her legs. So that was a positive.

The sounds of the battle-screams, thuds, shouts, and so on-filtered through to her, and Luna remembered where she was. Looking around, she soon spotted the dragon who had emasculated her. He looked as stunned as the alicorn had been, looking down at his axe like it had just turned into a haddock in his claws. By the time he looked up again, Luna was standing over him holding something very large in her hands.

“Know this: you have gained a measure of my respect.” She said in a voice like rolling thunder; the dragon found himself paralyzed and unable to move under the weight of her glare. “But nevertheless….” She swung two handed, and hit him square in the chest, balls first, like an oversized flail. The poor dragon disappeared from view like he had been dragged off into the sky by a magnet.

“Luna! Oh my goodness, are you alright?” came a voice. Celestia, seeing her sister’s injury after dealing with her own troubles, ran towards her fellow alicorn. She castigated herself for letting her own sister go into battle without proper protection; the fault was hers for not being a stronger influence, and the guilt welled up inside her like a lead balloon. She of course knew that as alicorns, they could recover from such wounds. But to bring such shame to her sister was terrible, indeed.

Luna stood perfectly still, holding her Celestia turned her sister around with one hand, and then recoiled slightly at the look on her face. It was one of pure, concentrated fury.

“They…disarmed me!” she snarled. “No, even worse-I let myself be disarmed through my carelessness!” Luna shook her severed cock as she spoke, and then turned around. “Now I must redeem myself…through glory!”

“Luna, no!”

But there was no stopping the enraged alicorn as she lept into the neatest melee, swinging her weapon around her head and scattering all before her. It was about then, coincidentally, that the flanking army of General Ironwing arrived on the scene. Faced with a fresh army coming in on the side, and the frankly terrifying events going in in the frontlines, the dragon troops morale started to plummet.

“The battle is nearing it’s conclusion, sister!” cried Celestia, seeing swathes of dragons start to retreat, with some even flying away altogether. “Now we must clinch victory!”

“Not before I teach these ne’er-do-wells some more manners!” Came Luna’s reply, an unholy glint in her eye. She raised her weapon high into the sky and pointed forwards. “Who dares challenge me, the Princess of the Ni-“

A low-flying dragon passed her from behind, at roughly head height. The fleeing dragon had been holding his sword in his hand as he went, and by complete accident, the blade went right through Luna’s neck, sending her still boasting head sailing off over several of her own troops. It bounced off a few helmets as it went before disappearing from view. The dragon that had done so, apparently unaware of what had happened, continued to fly off to whatever cave he had crawled out of. Or at least tried to, before suddenly finding himself covered in a golden light. He struggled in vain before going wide eyed as she was held up next to a truly intimidating glare.

“Do you know who I am?” she said. The dragon nodded. “And you know what I am capable off? If, say, angered?” Again, the dragon nodded, his scaly maroon head moving with almost violent force. “Excellent.” She levitated him higher into the air. “If you do not find my sisters head by the end of this battle, I will personally see that your head is installed permanently as the Royal Footstool. Do you understand?” The trembling dragon didn’t even have time to nod before being launched into the vague direction of where Luna’s head had landed, causing something of a ruckus when he landed amongst the Royal Guard.

Celestia went to find Luna’s body, only to see that far from ceasing in its previous activities, it had actually gotten even rowdier. It was now holding her cock one handed, with her other hand simply punching any lurking foes in the face at full power. It moved with an almost beserked like fury, as if her head had been keeping her more primal bloodlust in check up until now. Her cock’s hammerblows seemed to be just as strong with one hand as it had been before with two. She was like a headless angel of destruction, denting shields and armor and no doubt breaking bones by the dozen with every swing of her cock.

It wasn’t just bones breaking, of course; the sight of this headless goddess redoubling her fury seemed to shatter any remaining resistance. The battle was essentially over at this point, with the vast majority of enemy combatants either surrendering or fleeing. Indeed, Charred had fled sometime after the arrival of the pegasi reinforcements, leaving his followers without ever putting himself in harm’s way. It would be months before his eventual capture and punishment for endangering Equestrian civilians with his plans of conquest.

Luna’s body had eventually calmed down once she had run out of things to hit with her dick-club. Her balls had, at some unknown point, also been sliced clean from her shaft, something which had served only to further her berserker fury at the time. Luckily for the princess, they had rolled off down a ditch and escaped any further damage.

Luna’s head was found underneath a large shield sometime in the evening, covered in dirt and looking rather cross but otherwise unharmed. The dragon responsible had technically not found her till after the battle had ended, but Celestia decided not to follow through on her threat, and sent the poor thing on his way after seeing how beside himself in terror he was.

“Bah. You ae too soft, sister.” Said Luna, as she was carried in her sisters arms back towards their camp. “I would have punished him more severely.”

“We have plenty of footstools in the castle, Luna.”

“That is not what I meant. I meant to practice the Final Technique of our art on him.” Celestia gasped.

“No, surely not. It’s not safe.”

“That is why I need to practice it.”

“You need to rest, Luna. You went through a lot today.” Celestia brushed her hand through Luna’s mane affectionately. “Your body’s valour was unprecedented. Truth be told, I think you were more dangerous without your head.”

“Oh? That is very pleasing to hear.” Laughed Luna. “It must be in my nature.”

“Indeed. Perhaps we should start all battles like this.”

“Only if you put me somewhere pleasant, rather than under a smelly old shield.”

The two walked off into the evening, to relish their victory and to enjoy a well-earned rest.

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Back in the present world, everyone had finished their bath and, after some time drying off, were currently all relaxing in one of the castle’s many luxury rooms, wearing white fluffy bathrobes and relaxing into comfy chairs. Celestia had just excused herself from the others to check on something-knowing her mentor, Twilight had a feeling she would be returning shortly with a tray full of something sweet for them to enjoy. There were rumours that Luna had tried to enforce a stricter, less sugary diet on her sister, which might explain why Celestia had snuck off to retrieve said snacks herself rather than rely on her servants.

“Well ah’m not usually one for all this, but that was mighty fine.” Said AJ from her spot on a nearby settee. There was a general murmuring of agreement from everyone present. Still, Twilight looked off in thought as she recalled the story told to them earlier. Fluttershy, sitting next to her, gently coughed.

“Um, Twilight” she began. “Are you OK? You’ve been a little quiet, if you don’t mind me saying.” Realising that things must be bad if Fluttershy of all ponies thought she was being quiet, Twilight decided to speak up.

“Well, it’s just, I’m still thinking about that story you told us, Luna.” She said.

“Pretty, rad, am I right?” said Rainbow, who was lying down on a sofa with Pinkie sat across her legs. “That would have been awesome to see! The Royal sisters, kicking butt and taking names!”

“I could have done with a little less decapitation, personally.” Said Rarity, in her own seat to the side. “Amongst other injuries” she added, crossing her legs as she said it. “And am I the only one who picked up the whole “Celestia warming up her sister before the battle-“

“Shhh, she’ll hear you!” whispered Rainbow urgently, nodding at the princess with her head. “And it’s probably totally platonic! Probably!”

“Not that there’s…anything wrong with a little sibling, er, attention…” muttered Applejack, unheard. Twilight looked over to the older alicorn in the room. Luna was standing over by a window, looking pensively outside. It appeared that she had sunk into a rather pensive, nostalgic mood since telling her war story. Her hand had been tracing the white scar that still went around her neck. She heard her name and turned her head, and Twilight continued. “You mentioned there being a “final technique”. What was that?” The effect of the question was immediate: a huge grin appeared on that dark blue face.

“Oho. Yes, I did mention that, didn’t I?” she said, walking away from her spot at the window. “As I said, we had not yet fully mastered it, but that was many a year ago. I believe I have a firm grasp of the proper technique now.” She stood in front of Twilight, still grinning as she looked down on the Princess of Friendship. “Would you like to see it?” Twilight blushed a little, looking around to see her friends’s reaction. They were all staring with rapt attention, clearly eager to see this in person.

“Well…if it’s safe.” She said, slowly.

“Oh, of course. Well, you’re a alicorn, so if I do it right you should suffer no long term ill effects.”

“You mean if you do it wrong?”

“No. Now please disrobe, lest we ruin Celestia’s lovely bathrobes.” said Luna, simply. This did not ease any of Twilight’s doubts, but it was too late to back out now. She neatly stripped out of her robe and placed it on the seat behind her, as Luna let her bathrobe fall to the floor. It hadn’t been doing an especially good job of hiding her oversized parts anyway, and given that they had just bathed together it shouldn’t have been so much of a shock. But now Luna was visibly erect, and her proud stallionhood bumped against Twilight, moving up her chest and up to her face.

“Take care to note my form and technique” said Luna, stepping back slightly. “I would see you learn of our glorious martial tradition in time, Twilight Sparkle.”

“Er, to be honest, I think I’m fine using magic-“

Before she could even finish her thought, Luna was upon her. Two blue hands twisted Twilight into a kneeling position. Then she felt something very warm and slightly slimy touch her ear, and she gasped. “W-wait a minute, you don’t mean to shove that-“

With a buck of her hips, Luna forced the head of her cock inside Twilight’s ear, ceasing her protests. She thrusted back and forth a few times, a loud squelching noise accompanying her every movement, as Twilight went cross-eyed and started to drool.

“And now, witness: The Final Technique of Cock-Fu!” she cried. Her balls visibly clenched, and for a few seconds she grimaced as she stated to cum. Some white sprays shot out of the opposite ear, and then suddenly something round and pink flew out like a shot from a cannon, splattering against a wall and bouncing out of view. A torrent of Luna’s hot, flowing seed continued to gush out of Twilight’s head. Her friends sat frozen in their respective seats, transfixed, as Luna withdrew herself from the purple ear. Twilight's body slumped forward face first onto the floor, her butt sticking up into the air for all to see as a final indignity.

It was at this exact moment, as Luna held her arms up in the air in a proud pose of triumph, that Celestia returned to the room, wheeling in a tray full of cakes and cookies.

“Please excuse me, I had to evade several patrols lest the servants see me breaching my so called diet-“ she paused, taking in the scene in front of her. Luna spun around, her look of pride now giving way to a somewhat sheepish grin. Celestia sighed.

“Luna, you could at least do this somewhere other than one of the guest rooms.” Said Celestia. “And not in front of actual guests, either.”

“Apologies, sister. I thought it might impress them.”

“It did.” Said the watching mares, in one voice. In the background, lying behind a pillar and absolutely drenched in Luna’s cum, Twilight Sparkle’s brain made a mental note to itself not to piss of Princess Luna under any circumstances. She hoped they’d remember to come and find her soon at least…