With a puff of glittering smoke, a letter appeared in front of the white alicorn.
Dear Princess Celestia,
I wanted to share my thoughts with you. I didn't learn anythin'! Ha! I was right all along! If you take your time to do things the right way, your work will speak for itself. Sure I could tell you I learned something about how my friends are always there to help me, and I can count on them no matter what, but truth is, I knew that already too.
The scroll furled itself magically and soared into an oaken stand holding rows of similar documents. She pondered the letter from her most faithful student's friend, the hale and hearty Applejack. If this earth pony had truly reached such a level of friendship with her peers, perhaps it might be time to give her personal lessons on how to deepen their bonds even further. She tapped her hoof as she thought, trying to decide upon the best course of action.
Shall I go to her, surprise that humble pony with a visit from her Princess? Or shall I summon her here, to the center of my power, to impress upon her the importance of this issue? A visit to Ponyville would certainly attract attention to myself and I would have to make excuses for my absence here. Not only that, but if I were discovered I would surely have to participate in some grand ceremony, for my title goes far in my little ponies' minds. No, I think she shall come here, to avoid hubbub and wanton press.
That decided, the royal princess summoned a blank piece of parchment and with a black shedded quill from her sister’s royal wings, she began to dictate as she wrote.
“My faithful subject, Applejack,
Your last letter has brought it to my attention that you seem to be in full understanding of the first layers of friendship between ponies. However, I feel that it could be helpful for you to attend me here in Canterlot for a time, to delve deeper into the realm of ties that bind. Enclosed is a round-trip ticket to Canterlot via the Ponyville Express, redeemable at any time. If, when you are capable of leaving the farm in your family's competent hooves, you could take a few days to visit, I'm sure we ought to figure out some great things.
Yours truly,
Celestia"
"Yes that ought to do," she uttered, "I shall send this via Spike, perhaps she'll be here before the week's end. I must prepare our study room."
Celestia clip-clopped from her personal chambers, down a spiraling staircase, to her private study.
The room was hung with silk tapestries, the brilliant weave depicting scenes of Equestrian glory. There was constable Brave Hooves, a brown pony with fluffy graying mutton chops, leading the expulsion of the wolves from early Manehattan territory. Hanging next to him was the unicorn Hornelius Banderwilt, proudly looking out from above on his first industrial factory, an example of the wonders of efficient production; he had connected all corners of Equestria with his trains. Countless other images splayed the walls, all equally beautiful.
A plush round bed was the centerpiece of it all, and lining the room were hoof-crafted wooden drawers and closets, filled to the brim with all sorts of things. In a few of them were books, with titles like: A History of Friendship and Equestrian Civilization: The Peaceful and Harmonious Expansion of Ponity. Others were stocked with scrolls and quills, ink and sand for the labor of intensive writing.
What Celestia was there to check on, though, was a certain decrepit looking armoire. It's gloss had long since faded, the wood pitted and scratched from centuries of use. It stood on griffon feet, the gold paint flecked off and worn. With pony wings for handles, the erect feathers swept out, as if calling to be tugged on.
Celestia put a hoof on the wings and pulled open the double doors. She was satisfied with what lay before her. The primary object was enshrined on a stand, pulsing with energy that felt as dark as it’s brown skin. It was a stallion’s member, animate with life yet attached to no stallion whatsoever. The Princess smiled contentedly as she noticed it bulge against its bonds, sensing an observer.
Double edged, its flooded veins provided texture to the surface of the thing; the tips at either end drooling with expectation.
Celestia shifted her discerning gaze to the rest of the assorted tools and toys, filling out her mental checklist. There were shackles and horse hair whips, powered pumps and clear tubes, ball-gags and anal beads, and many assorted plugs of different varieties. She only used a few of these things at a time usually, but she liked to have a surplus of ‘goods’.
Satisfied, she told the air around her, “Excellent. All looks to be in place.”
Deep purple permeated the skyline, rippling color through the clouds and staining the ground with the dusk's light. With two heaping buckets of Red Delicious slung across her back, Applejack was bringing in the final bit of the day's harvest.
From behind her came a greeting, "Hey Applejack, wait up!"
The small dragon puffed a great breath and heaved himself forward at a run, waving a rolled parchment tied with glittering string. It was Twilight's scaled assistant, eager to pass a message and be on his way.
Catching up to the earth pony, he said, "Hey, there’s a letter from Princess Celestia for you! I didn’t read it but when it got sent, this fell out,” he brandished a ticket for the Ponyville Express, “I guess you might be going to Canterlot?”
“Now that’s quite strange... Lemme see this,” Applejack unrolled the letter and trailed the lines with her hoof, mumbling, “... full understanding... attend in Canterlot... few days visit.... hmm... Well that doesn't really explain a whole lot as to why I’m needing to go, but thanks for delivering this Spike. Will ya tell Twilight hi for me?”
“Of course! See you around AJ.” The short dragon skipped off, whistling one of the classic tunes to himself as he traveled back towards the local library.
The orange mare pondered the issue, Big Mac ought to be able to handle the business for a few days if I’m gone... But I’ve got to get on soon before Zap Apple season comes around, I’ll be needed fully then...
Aloud, she said, “Looks like I’m going for a train ride tomorrow”.
Smoke churned into the sky as the great lump of passenger-carrying metal shrieked from rest to the speed of a slow walk. Building momentum, the ear-wrenching noise faded as the engine started to set its true pace, the wheels getting their full power. Beams of light fell through the sky, emitting photons like some great shower of cosmic bouncy-balls, reflecting off the scarlet body of the Ponyville Express.
Celestia must be feeling excellent today, Applejack thought, what with the sun so bright a pony can hardly open her eyes outside.
She wondered what Celestia could want to see her for- Applejack had never once been in a private audience with the ruler of Equestria.
The rolling motion slowed to a stop, waking Applejack from her reverie. Peering out of the window, she saw the Grand Plaza Platform, one of the many landmarks of Canterlot. The crowd was relatively thin as it was a weekday and most ponies were busy at their places of employment, but there were still quite a few sights to attract the eye. There was a stand being run by two ponies- one green and one brown- selling what looked like delectable caramel apples. A few feet away from them was an unusually tall pony sporting an exquisite bonnet: woven out of strands golden whicker, there were flowers of all varieties poking out of the top, yet it had a black veil that came down across the face, mysteriously obscuring whomever was behind it.
Shrugging, she donned her hat but was still one of the last passengers to leave the train. Her tail swayed contentedly as she departed and stepped into the city.The day was still blindingly bright, for the sun had seemingly not lost one degree of it’s shine. Tossing a bit into a spectacularly carved marble fountain on her way off the platform, she wished softly to herself, please let the Princess be pleased with me.
It wasn’t long before she had made her way to the gate of the castle and she thought to herself, Everytime I come here, I marvel at the design of this place. What, with those lovely turrets scraping the clouds, the swirling golden trim, decorating all the walls inside. Celestia truly is great, to sustain such prosperity
Amazingly, as she approached the front entrance of the palace, the guards stepped aside for her. One of them said, in a monotone, uninterested voice, “Please proceed to the throne room, the Princess awaits you there,” though Applejack could have sworn that she did not see either of their lips move- those guards were professional for sure.
She made her way through the grand hallway, a solitary pony among rows of sparkling armor tucked into cravasses in the walls, elaborate torch sconces not yet lit, and exquisitely crafted tapestries that were worth their extreme value in the aura they cast.
Two great doors, like the gates at the front of a castle, swung open soundlessly as she approached.
Perched regally in the throne, was the Princess.
Celestia smiled luxuriantly, and after standing up, simply said, “Follow me if you would, please.”
And so the pony followed her ruler to her private chambers behind the throne, down some spiral steps, and into a private study room. It was cluttered with dressers and paintings and curiously enough, a round bed in the middle. Celestia turned around and observed Applejack with sparkling eyes.
The orange pony had a feeling of nervousness growing in her and she said, “Pardon my rudeness, Princess, but what did you want me here for?”
“Oh, it’s less for you than it is for me. To put it simply, I’m going to fuck you silly, dear Applejack. It is policy that, for those ponies whom I call upon, they should offer themselves for me to have my way with them.”
It was astounding to Applejack that, of all the ponies in Equestria who might question Her decision making, the royal word of their Princess, she could be the one. That the Princess had uttered such a statement confounded the earth pony for she had never heard of Celestia giving ultimatums.
“Now this might be terribly rude of me, so please forgive my forwardness, Princess, but what’s the point of a policy without any reasoning behind it?”
“But you don’t understand, my little pony, for there is meaning behind it. While this may seem insensitive to you at first, It is very important for everypony under my rule to be comfortable and fully aware of how we can continue the expansion of our wonderful society. I am conducting studies that indicate extreme arousal when breeding produces stronger fillies and colts later on in life. So I always take the most exceptional of ponies under my personal care, just so they know how they ought to play later, when they are trying to have their own sweet little foal... And Ponyville these days has a surprisingly large ratio of ponies who meet this high standard.”
Eyes wide, Applejack took a step back from her liege. It wasn’t enough to stop her.
Applejack, via Celestia’s magic, was hurled onto the circular bed and she felt Celestia rush up behind her, pinning her down with her larger body.
From behind, Celestia was using a hoof to toy with Applejack’s nethers as she leaned over the smaller pony’s back, as if mounting her. Applejack could feel her princess’ hot breath as it ruffled the fur on her cheek and she grew warmer and warmer as the hoof elicited juice from her sensitive plot.
From underneath the bed, manacles sprouted, ending as they wrapped around her four ankles, just above her hooves, locking her to the bed. Despite being restrained, despite not assenting to the assault, Applejack could feel a pleasing tingling around her stomach as her lower lips began to swell.
She was fastened, splayed out on her belly, completely immobile, and now bound to the alicorn’s whim. As Celestia nipped at the smaller pony’s back and she continued to rub her hooves around select areas, she noticed Applejack start pushing back against her, straining to add pressure.
“Oh, so you do want it now? Well, I shall oblige you, for the moment.”
The alicorn bent down and gave the earth pony a gentle kiss on her lower lips before her tongue snaked out, pushing through Applejack’s delicate folds and wicking the tangy mare-fluid away. The fur on Celestia’s white muzzle began to grow darker as she shoved her face as far into her little pony’s love-box as possible, wetting her snout as she peered into the puckered orange hole before her.
I’m certainly not going to leave that alone for much longer, she thought to herself.
Groaning in delight, Applejack was about to released her tension- the thought of orgasming directly into her liege's face only made her want to spurt more- yet she felt the pressure of Celestia ease up. She opened her mouth to protest, when she felt her hat sweep off of her head. A vice-like grip took hold of her hair, wrenching her head back sharply, but not in an overly painful manner. Just enough to turn the tough pony on even more.
Celestia sauntered in front of her and stared at the adams apple bulging out of AJ’s neck, taut from her head being pulled back by magic at the blonde braids. She brought herself right up to Applejack’s face and speaking in a sultry voice, uttered every word where her plot-breath could whiff only into Applejack’s nose.
“I can read your thoughts, Applejack. I can hear you whining for more, with every inch of your being, despite the fact that I’ve bound you and violated you against your will. So I won’t hold back- I’ll ride you harder than any stallion ever could- just imagine how you’ll feel as I penetrate all three of your holes at once- imagine how I taste as you’re forced to eat me out, only getting breathing time when your snout is inside of me. Oh my dear Applejack, I hope you’re ready for the best abuse you’ll ever have.”
The only response was a drawn out whimper, the essence of longing.
Celestia chuckled, keeping AJ’s head pulled back. She turned around and presented her flank to Applejack, flicking her tail across the earth pony’s face, tickling her as she inched closer to contact.
The warm plot touched AJ’s nose and she inhaled Celestia’s scent deeply: it reminded her of a quiet morning after a crisp rainfall, the smell of newly cleared skies and springtime. Celestia’s white flank rubbed sensually back and forth, her voluptuous curves softly conforming to the shape of Applejack’s face. Soon enough, Celestia’s ass was pushed so hard onto the Element of Honesty’s muzzle that she wasn’t getting any external oxygen.
The princess grinned at the thought of what she would do next. She still had the other pony’s head in a vice, and could feel AJ becoming shorter of breath. Once she was ready to gasp for air, Celestia dropped her back haunches lower, causing the orange pony to take a huge gulp from her anus. Again, she rubbed furiously against Applejack’s face, smearing clear liquid and tangy scent all over her slave.
Sighing with pleasure, Celestia released Applejack’s head and stepped away from her, trotting over to the griffon footed armoire. She tugged the doors open and levitated the black member out, along with an chain of beads, eight long.
Walking behind Applejack, Celestia placed a hoof on the orange pony’s upper hole, massaging circles with her hoof to loosen the opening. Once satisfied, she inserted the first bead, creating another type of tail that protruded from AJ.
The earth pony gasped as beads two and three and four entered her passages and despite it being the first time she had been penetrated there, she loved the feeling.
Celestia examined the thick member levitating next to her head. If it had been aroused when she had checked it earlier, it was practically exploding at the state of mind of the two ponies. She smiled and gave one of the tips a lick, the salty precum wonderful to her taste.
Again, she approached Applejack’s face, and the pony gasped at the sight of the engorged, double ended cock, “That’s even bigger’n Big Mac!” As AJ had made the mistake leaving her mouth wide open, Celestia levitated one end into the other pony’s mouth, before grabbing her own side between her lips.
Applejack tried to say something around the rod, but it just came out as muffled noises and Celestia didn’t care. She slid her tongue around the member, slickening it as she went farther down on it. As the two ponies suckled from opposite ends, the member started trembling, vibrating with the touch it was receiving.
Celestia shoved forward, deepthroating the dark pole and forcing it further down Applejack’s throat, until their lips met, covering the whole thing up. Their necks bulged as they connected at the muzzles, and the thing quivered, about to shoot it’s load. Gripping it with her teeth, and pulling back just in time, the Princess received her portion neatly on the tongue while it popped out of Applejack’s throat spurting cream into her mouth and all across her face.
Celestia leaned in and gave her a full kiss, their tongues connecting as they shared the taste of each other.
Celestia’s wings were fully erect by now, and she was almost ready to start pleasing herself. She moved behind AJ and pushed one more bead in before withdrawing the whole chain. Tossing them aside and leaning over the earth pony once again, Celestia moved the double edged member between them, the tip of each side inside their slits.
Pony-style, Celestia started to buck AJ, slowly at first, then faster until she was at her full thrusting speed. They were both panting heavily, overwhelmed from the feeling inside their marehoods. For Applejack, the sensation of her Princess’ belly fur rubbing against her back was a friction comparable to the actual sex, for if anything she revered Celestia more, now. Her hooves were starting to lose feeling as they grew accustomed to the shackles, yet the sense of disempowerment was strange for the orange pony and only added an element to mating that had never occurred to her.
The heat was enough that both ponies were soon to climax, and so sensing that explosion was due, the dark thing released. Despite having already done so once, the stallionhood seemed to have generated another full load and cream erupted from the lower lips of both ponies.
As Celestia came, she clamped down on Applejack’s ear, nibbling softly as her insides coursed with pleasure.
The member popped out with a noisy sucking sound and rolled across the floor. To Applejack, as she panted to regain her normal heartrate, Celestia murmered, “I appreciate your help today dearest, Discord ought to be too drained to attempt any shenanigans for another few months”
“Huh? That was... Discord we used?”
The alicorn tossed her head back and gave a throaty laugh, “Why yes, not only did I violate you thoroughly, but by taking his seed, you’ve helped pacify him in this form for another little while. I found it more fun and effective to cage him like this, so yes, thank-you, little pony.”
And the shackles released Applejack, though for awhile she just lay next to Celestia, both of them exhausted and dripping juices out from between their thighs.
