Celestia let out a anguished shriek as she felt the bone in her arm snap in two. It was a sensation she had experienced many times over the years, but she still couldn’t say she really got used to it. There was a strangeness to the feeling of her bone snap, of her broken ulna poking grotesquely through her skin. Tears streaked down her cheeks, her entire body quaking in pain. Not only was her arm broken, but so too were several of her ribs, and she was being mercilessly rammed in the ass by one of her own guards, in the dungeon of her own castle. She was bleeding, crying, broken, while being used and abused like a common slut by one of those trusted with keeping her safe.
Celestia simply loved date night.
“Ooh, fuck! Yes, Oli!” moaned Celestia, relishing in the helplessness she felt in her lover’s grasp. She knew Oliver could and would do anything he could to hurt her, and she had no choice but to sit idly and endure it. Not that she was likely to struggle even if she could. She had given Oliver Moon this power over her for a reason, and that reason was so he could fuck her to pieces at every available opportunity. This could be at night, when castle staff had retired to bed, or at the crack of dawn, before the royal duties were meant to begin.
Or right now, when both Oliver and Celestia were supposed to be on the clock.
“How many times have you cum on my cock today, slut princess?” asked Oliver. Celestia didn’t answer immediately, her mind awash with pleasure, so Oliver grabbed her roughly by the hair and yanked her upright to whisper in her ear. “Answer me when I’m talking to you, bitch. I said…” Oliver gripped Celestia’s head tighter and suddenly slammed her to the ground, smashing her face against the concrete. “How many times have you cum on my cock today, slut princess?”
“F-four,” moaned Celestia. Oliver pulled his massive, three-foot cock back, until only the tip remained in Celestia’s ass, then grabbed her broken arm in both hands. Celestia let out a long, shrill, anguished shriek as Oliver thrust forward violently, simultaneously twisting Celestia’s arm back until the sharp point of her snapped bone shredded her flesh, sending blood dripping down to mix with the pool of arousal that had steadily been dripping down Celestia’s thighs. “F-five…”
Oliver yanked and jerked Celestia’s arm, twisting and pulling until he had freed it from her torso. Celestia’s tears doubled, her entire body shuddering and quaking from the pain and pleasure. He planted his foot on Celestia’s head, grinding her face into the ground, before forming her severed hand into a fist and forcing it into her cunt.
“Oh, fuck! Oli, yes, harder!” Oliver pushed down with his boot harder, using the more extreme angle to more forcefully plow the princess’ asshole. She was bleeding from her ass, the force of Oliver’s meat ramming into her causing her to sob and shudder in pain. Oliver loved that quaking, the sound of his lover’s anguish beneath him. It drove him mad, filled him with power. He dug his fingers into Celestia’s ample ass, shredding her flesh with his fingernails and drawing blood as he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked before. Oliver raised his foot from Celestia’s head and slammed it down, stomping the princess once, twice, three times, until…
SNAP!
The princess’ body quaked and shuddered in her death throes, her juicy, bleeding asshole clamping onto Oli’s massive length like a vice. Celestia managed to let out one last guttural, croaking moan, the pain from having her neck mercilessly snapped beneath her lover’s foot enough to bring her to orgasm for the sixth time. Oliver groaned from the increased tightness of Celestia’s walls, snarling like a mad beast as his cock erupted thick, hot ropes of cum into Celestia. He grunted, shoving Celestia off of his cock and kicking her cum-filled stomach until she was laid out on her back.
Oliver sighed, stroking his cock and depositing the last few jets of his cum onto Celestia’s face, her eyes vacant and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. He went to the clothes hook on the wall, grabbing his underclothes and redressing himself. He felt Celestia’s berzerker magic exit him, a now-familiar sensation of his body chilling and a strange calm claiming his mind.
“Good lord, this doesn’t stop being fun, does it?”
Flames crackled from behind Oliver, the heat dying just as quickly as it rose. He smirked, turning back to face Celestia. She was slowly sitting up, shaking the ash from her body. Oliver never really got tired of watching the goddess fix herself up, not least of all because it was an excuse to ogle her massive tits.
“Always a pleasure, Oli,” said Celestia, her voice slightly hoarse. Having your neck snapped was bound to have some side effects. She used her good hand to retrieve her severed limb from her cunt, pressing it against her torso. The limb caught fire, and, when the flames died, Celestia’s arm was good as new. “You do know how to treat a lady.”
“It was my honor, princess,” replied Oliver, winking at Celestia. “We should probably get back to work, right? Do you have the time?”
“Let’s see…” Celestia snapped her fingers, conjuring a small pocket watch from nothing in a flash of sunny yellow. “Oh dear… It’s past midnight.”
“Damn, I missed my shift…” Oliver wasn’t looking forward to explaining to his captain where he’d been all this time. “What am I going to do?”
“Well, if I know Captain Falchion, he’s going to put you through the wringer,” said Celestia, rising to her feet. In a flourish of her powerful alicorn magic, she created a comfortable ivory bathrobe to replace the clothes that Oliver ripped from her body in his sex-crazed rage. “Laps, push-ups, unfavorable shifts.”
“But you’re going to cover for me, right?” Oliver raised an eyebrow at his goddess, waiting for some form of reassurance. “I mean, this was your idea anyway. You said it was just supposed to be a quickie.”
“I can’t show you too much favoritism, or else I’ll have guards lining up outside my door to fuck me. I’d rather be with someone who wants to tear me apart for the fun of it, rather than those just looking for perks.”
“So I have to suffer because you wanted a rendezvous?”
“Suffer? And here I thought we were both having a good time,” remarks Celestia with a smirk. “In any case, Falchion can’t punish you if I punish you first. So, tomorrow, you’ll be working the kitchen in preparations for the feast. It’s the best I can do.”
“But, your highness—”
“Your princess has declared it, Oliver Moon. I’m sorry, but action must be taken.” Oliver frowned slightly at his princess, but didn’t argue. Just because they fucked a lot didn’t mean he was in a position to fight with one of Equestria’s diarchs, so he conceded defeat. Besides, kitchen duty wasn’t a horrible price to pay in exchange for a “quickie” with Celestia.
“Very well, your highness. I’ll report to the kitchen first thing in the morning,” said Oliver, saluting. Celestia smiled, nodding her head at her new favorite guard. Oliver turned away, just to be stopped by Celestia’s sunny yellow aura around his wrist.
“Oh Oli…” said Celestia, licking her lips. “How about one more round before bed?” Oliver smirked, then went about removing his clothing again.
“As you wish, princess.”
Oliver triple-checked the list that Celestia had given him, making sure he had done everything correctly. He was given very little help with the feast, just a handful of sous chefs, some servers, and Celestia’s very specific instructions. Oliver didn’t know a whole lot about cooking, but Celestia had given him a list of directions that were very easy to understand. All he had to do was keep an eye on the time, make sure nothing was burning, and season the dishes with the myriad of spices he had been provided with (some of them mundane, some of them magical in nature, and all of them entirely foreign and mysterious to Oliver).
Oliver glanced at the clock on the wall, discerning the time to be precisely noon. Time to start serving. He directed the servers to grab the cloche-covered silver platters, taking up one large serving tray himself. He led the staff out of the kitchen and into the Great Hall, ready to serve the dozens of important guests that Celestia had invited.
The Great Hall was entirely deserted, save for the princess herself at the head of the table. Oliver paused in his tracks, while his fellow servers walked right past him, as if this were a perfectly normal occurrence. They sat their platters down, removing the cloches to reveal the various delicious dishes Oliver had slaved over a hot stove to make, and left the room with a quiet, quaint bow.
“Where is everyone?” asked Oliver. “I thought this was supposed to be a feast.
Celestia whistled innocently, doing her best to avoid Oliver’s gaze. The guard was a bit confused, but slowly approached Celestia, setting down his tray before her. As soon as he was in range, Celestia slipped her hands into his pants, squeezing his massive balls gently.
“Princes… What are you up to?” asked Oliver, though he made no effort to remove Celestia’s hand. Celestia whistled innocently, using her free hand to check the time with her pocket watch.
“Any moment now…” said Celestia.
The doors to the Great Hall burst open, and Celestia reluctantly stopped groping Oliver. Both turned to face the door, Oliver surprised and Celestia amused to see who was coming.
“Hello, princess! So sorry I’m late!” Princess Twilight Sparkle stepped into the room, a bit disheveled, as if she had run all the way here. You raise an eyebrow at Celestia, but neither of you say anything to each other.
“Nonsense, you’re just on time, Twilight,” said Celestia with a grin. “Please, take a seat. I’d like to introduce you to my newest guard. Oliver Moon, this is Princess Twilight Sparkle. Twilight, Oliver Moon of the Solar Guard.”
“It is an honour to formally meet you, your highness,” says Oliver, bowing. Twilight chuckled nervously as she approached the table, taking a seat beside Celestia. She was a short, slightly round woman. More of the studious type rather than an athlete or anything of the sort, she had a bit of a pudge to her, but she was no less beautiful or desireable than the goddess Celestia.
“Please, all this royalty nonsense isn’t necessary for little old me,” said Twilight. “It is nice to meet you, Oliver.”
“I will leave you to your feast,” said Oliver, giving both princesses a bow. “Enjoy your meal, your highnesses.”
“Actually, Mr. Moon,” said Celestia. “I’d like for you to stay by our side. Just in case, you know?”
“Y-yes, princess. Of course.”
“Well, fantastic. Twilight, you must be starving.” Celestia grinned, folding her hands together and focusing on her student. “Go on, girl, dig in. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
Twilight didn’t need any convincing, immediately digging into the plate before her. She and Celestia chatted as Twilight ate, reminiscing and catching up. Curiously, Celestia didn’t seem to touch her plate, while Twilight ate ravenously. Oliver didn’t mention it, assuming that Celestia simply wasn’t hungry and just invited Twilight over for a chat.
Then, Oliver began to notice the meal’s effects. He hadn’t realized it at first, his mind elsewhere, but Twilight seemed to be growing. Her breasts slowly ballooned, growing about a cup size in a few minutes. Oliver watched in shock as Twilight widened out a bit as well, her ass and thighs getting thicker and meatier. Her lips plumped up, too, thickening and swelling like big, soft pillows.
“Whoa. This food is, like, so totally good,” said Twilight, almost dizzily. Her expression was bright, bubbly, almost ditzy and vacant. “My continents to the chef!”
“Compliments, dear. You say ‘my compliments to the chef’,” remarked Celestia with a grin.
“Oopsies. Sorry about that!”
“What’s going on?” asked Oliver. He turned his gaze to the princess. “Did you cast a charm of some sort on her?”
Celestia whistled innocently, sliding a new plate of food in front of Twilight, who messily devoured it. This time, Oliver watched closely, noticing a very faint, almost invisible yellow aura surround Twilight. It was powerful, unheard of, and used for perverted purposes.
Sounds just like the princess’ work.
“Celestia…” says Oliver, though he didn’t attempt to nullify the spell. He just observed, watching Twilight’s tits and ass grow and expand with every bite. By her second plate, she head tits to rival Celestia’s own ridiculous melons, and an ass to eclipse the sun itself. More so than her assets growing, Oliver noticed a shift in the princess’ demeanor. Her intense, intelligent, studious gaze was fading into blank vacantness. She giggled at random intervals, and she began to drool down onto her shirt, barely containing her massive rack.
“How do you feel, Twilight?” asked Celestia.
“H-hot…” said Twilight, fanning herself. “Horny… Want… Want dick. Need dick. I need dick, princess!”
“Princess…” Oliver took a step to aid Twilight, when he felt a grip on his belt. His trousers vanished, which freed his three-foot cock to the world. His length sprung free, accidentally hitting Twilight beneath the jaw with its dense, heavy girth. Twilight fell backward out of her seat, knocked silly from the impact.
“Celestia!” Oliver turned to Celestia with a glare, his eyebrow raised. “What are you up to?”
Celestia whistled innocently, rising from her seat without a word. She winked at Oliver, then turned to exit the Great Hall. Oliver tried to get her attention, to get Celestia to fix Twilight, but his requests fell on deaf ears. Celestia disappeared from the room, leaving Oliver to tend to Twilight.
“Are you okay, princess?” asked Oliver, stooping down to help Twilight to her feet. The princess was now so top heavy that she could barely stand, her massive tits hanging down to her belly and almost knocking her over.
“Yeah, I’m totally fine. Totes perf,” giggled Twilight. She glanced down to Oliver’s cock, her eyes going blank and saliva drooling down her chin. “OMG… That’s, like, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen! You totally have to let me suck it!”
“Princess Twilight…” Oliver tried to stop the princess, though his efforts were half-hearted and unsuccessful. She dropped down to her knees, her breasts bouncing mostly free from her top. Now, they were barely hanging in her shit,her nipples clinging to the top of her shirt for dear life. Oliver felt his cock grow harder, a feat thought impossible by many, as Twilight grabbed his massive dick in her hands. It took both hands and the aid of her magic to raise the massive member up to her face. She released the cock, catching it with her tits and watching it sink down into her cleavage with a giggle.
“You’re, like, soooo big!” Twilight pushed Oliver back, sitting him on the table. She wrapped her arms around her breasts, squeezing Oliver’s length between her soft, warm, wonderful titflesh. She tried to wrap her lips around Oliver’s massive cock, but couldn’t fit her mouth around his girth. She kept trying, bless her heart, and it became clear that Oliver would need to intervene. He lit up his horn, casting the elasticity spell that he had learned from Celestia to ensure that Twilight wasn’t hurting herself.
Her jaws stretched slowly, just enough for Oliver to force his length past her fat lips. Twilight slurped up and down Oliver’s massive cock, slobbering mindlessly up and down his shaft. It was clear that, even with the aid of Oliver’s magic, the princess was having difficulty breathing. As a Royal Guard and defender of the crown, Oliver’s first instinct was to stop, to protect Princess Twilight and give her a much needed breather.
Then he remembered that Twilight was an alicorn, and therefore would probably be fine.
“Choke on it, bitch,” he snarled, pushing Twilight’s head down even deeper. His massive cock gagged the princess, until she was coughing and hacking, drool dripping from the corner of her lips and onto the floor. The princess let out a dazed, content giggle, the vibrations sending arcs of pleasure up Oliver’s length. “Good little cockslut…”
“Oh, on to the dirty talk and I didn’t even have to enchant you.” Oliver turned to the door, where Celestia was standing with an amused smirk. “I’m honestly a tad bit jealous.”
“There you are,” said Oliver, pausing with his cock rammed as deep as it could go in Twilight’s throat. She coughed and begged for air, causing her throat to convulse around Oliver’s massive shaft, much to his pleasure. “Mind explaining yourself?”
“Oh, I could explain myself,” said Celestia. “Or… I could bring in a toy for the next step. How does that sound?”
Oliver paused, both to relish in the sensation of Twilight’s gagging and to think things over. Celestia was a tricky woman when it came to sex, and this could go any number of ways. That being said, Celestia hadn’t ever done anything that Oliver didn’t end up enjoying, so he figured he may as well play along.
“Carry on…” said Oliver. Celestia grinned, then stepped into the dining hall proper. To Oliver’s immense confusion, she dragged behind her a large, gas-powered lawn mower of all things. “What the hell is that for?” Celestia whistled innocently, just continuing on until she and her lawn mower were just a few feet from Oliver and Twilight. Without a word, Celestia pulled on the lawn mower's ripcord, starting the machine up with a few deft tugs. Twilight pulled away from Oliver, her curiosity overtaking her desire for cock (for the time being, anyway).
“Wowie, what’s that for, Princess?” asked Twilight. Celestia grinned before using her magic to overturn the lawn mower, exposing the spinning, whirring, angry blades of the machine. It sat on its handle, keeping the mower tilted at a slight angle.
“Oliver is going to continue ramming your throat, my dear,” explained Celestia. “And, while he does, we will be feeding your body through this lawn mower.”
“What?!” demanded Oliver.
“That sounds great!” cheered Twilight.
“That settles it, then! Twilight, dear, hold still so I can lift you,” said Celestia, charging up her magic. “You’ve gotten a bit larger since I last had to hold you.” Celestia wrapped Twilight’s body in her sunny yellow aura, raising her up and holding her in the air, prone and with her feet pointed to the blades. Twilight giggled as she moved, apparently amused by the effect that gravity had on her sizeable tits. She cupped her hands beneath them and pushed them close to her chest, laughing giddily as they bounced down.
“Bouncy…” she said with a giggle.
“Are you serious?” asked Oliver with a raised eyebrow.
“When am I ever not serious?” countered Celestia.
“If we’re going to grind her while I’m fucking her throat…” Oliver let out a sigh, lighting up his horn. Celestia watched curiously as Oliver clenched a fist, gesturing firmly downwards. Twilight let out a shriek as her teeth ripped themselves from her gums, falling into a bloody pile on the floor.
“Why the teeth?” asked Celestia, barely heard over Twilight’s pained sobbing.
“You’re going to grind her with a lawn mower.” Oliver shrugged. “She’s going to bite. I don’t know how strong her jaws are, but I’d rather not test it with my cock.”
“Fair enough. Let’s get to work, then.”
Celestia used her magic to inch the lawn mower nearer and nearer to Twilight, while Oliver roughly shoved his cock past her bloody lips and gums, aggressively pounding her throat. Oliver watched with a strange blend of concern and excitement as the blades came nearer. He felt his cock grow harder at the sight of the lawn mower coming closer and closer, at Celestia dropping to her knees beside them and easing her fingers into her cunt as she watched her lover face fuck her most beloved student.
“It’s getting easier to convince you to give this sort of thing a try,” said Celestia with a grin. “If I’d tried something like this when we met, I would’ve had to charm you.”
“Just shut up and give me the berserker spell,” grunted Oliver. Celestia was taken slightly aback by Oliver’s gruff response, but the wetness of her twat showed that she was in no way opposed to it.
“Yes, sir,” she said, casting the spell. Oliver felt the now-familiar lightheadedness and unexplainable rage overtake him, and he snarled like a rabid animal. He gripped Twilight’s head tighter, digging his fingers into her scalp and slamming his hips forward and into her throat.
“Hurry those fucking blades up!” shouted Oliver. “I want this bitch blended up now!”
Oliver grabbed the mower with his own magic, dragging it to him until Twilight’s feet made contact. The princess screamed around her mouthful of cock as the blades shredded through the skin of the bottom of her soles, slicing through into the muscle and bone before long. Blood and gore splattered everywhere, a large amount spraying Celestia and painting the alabaster princess a deep shade of crimson. Rather than recoil in disgust, Celestia yanked down her top to expose her tits, groping herself with one hand while the other fingered her cunt even harder. She opened her mouth wide to catch the spray of her student’s blood, shuddering in delight at the slurry of gore that rained down onto her.
The mower easily ate through Twilight’s legs, shredding her limbs and then working on her torso. Her guts spilled out and into the blades, splattering onto the floor, the walls, the ceiling, and earning another gut-wrenching screech from Twilight. She tensed from the pain, the tight, convulsing tunnel of her throat squeezing Oliver’s dick, milking it for its cum. Oliver let out a decisive grunt before he came, spewing thick, hot jets of cum down Twilight’s throat and directly into her stomach. The blades of the mower shredded through her easily, spewing cum and blood all throughout the room.
“You seem to have enjoyed that immensely,” chuckled Celestia, licking the cum and blood from her lips. “See, you really should just trust me when I do these sorts of things. You always have fun, and I would never do something that anyone involved would— EEP!”
Oliver leapt onto Celestia, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her head firmly against the floor. Celestia felt Oliver roughly spread her legs and enter her with one harsh, unforgiving thrust. She screamed in pain, moaning at the agony of a cock as big as Oliver’s entering her so quickly. Her pussy bled, her ruined labia dripping excitement along with claret.
“Yes, Oli! Hurt me! Hurt your princess!” squealed Celestia, feeling Oliver’s cock pound through her cunt like wet paper. He gripped her by the hips and yanked her closer to him, forcing his cock through her cervix and popping into her womb. “FUCK, YESSSS!”
Oliver charged up his horn with magic, creating a crimson aura around his hands as he fucked Celestia’s womb inside out. As he prepared his hands, he used his magic to toss what remained of Twilight’s torso into the mower. The princess screamed as the blades ripped her to pieces, showering Oliver and Celestia with her remains. Celestia dutifully lapped up the chunky red slurry, rubbing the meaty, bloody goo into her skin.
Celestia let out a scream, a harsh, sharp pain panging at her stomach. She looked down, her eyes wide to see Oliver’s hand reaching through her skin and penetrating into her guts. Oliver grinned as he clenched his fist and yanked, pulling a long length of Celestia’s intestines. The princess watched on, too shocked, pained, and pleasured in equal measure to even think about resisting. Oliver pulled and pulled, until he had a long, bloody length of Celestia’s guts in his hand.
With a mad gleam in his eyes, Oliver wrapped the intestine around Celestia’s throat, once, twice, three times, the slimy organs making Celestia shudder in disgust and anticipation. Oliver pulled back, leaving just the tip of his cock in Celestia’s ruined, demolished twat before ramming every inch of his massive fuckpole back in. Celestia gasped in both pain and pleasure and, with her breath taken away, Oliver pulled on the guts around Celestia’s neck, constricting her throat and blocking off air.
“Yeah, that’s right, cock princess,” snarled Oliver, slamming his cock mercilessly into Celestia’s womb. The princess’ face, stained with blood and guts, slowly faded to blue, and she instinctively swiped at Oliver’s arms to free herself. Oliver snarled at the attempt, gripping Celestia’s wrists in his magic. He bent them back, slowly splintering the bones and snapping them back. Celestia tried to scream, only managing to produce an raspy gurgle through the blood that was filling her throat. Her face darkened, turning from faint blue to a deep, almost purple shade.
“Die, you cock-hungry slut!” shouted Oliver, throttling Celestia tighter and tighter. He expected her intestine to rip or tear by now, but they seemed to be the sturdiest bit of the princess. Perhaps some sort of inherent alicorn magic. No matter. This was even better, watching the princess gasp for breath, feeling the walls of her cunt convulse and constrict around his cock from the force of orgasm after orgasm. Oliver gave one last, hard tug on Celestia’s intestine, hoping to wrench the last bit of breath from the slut princess’ lungs.
Instead, somehow, the intestines dug into Celestia’s neck, twisting and pinching the skin until her head popped clean off of her body, letting out a shower of blood from her neck stump. Her body convulsed and clenched, her leg twitching in the throes of her deathgasm. The new tightness was too much for Oliver to take, and he came again, harder than before. He shot out load after load of hot, thick, creamy cum, his seed launching through Celestia’s ruined body and gushing out of her neckhole, onto her own severed head. Oliver packed his load in, digging through Celestia’s torso and yanking more guts out to toss onto her head, draping the princess with more gore to compliment the glazing of cum she had received, a mixture of fluids dripping down into her gaping mouth. Oliver panted tiredly, pulling his cock from Celestia’s rapidly-cooling corpse just in time for the berserker magic to fade from his mind. He surveyed the room, from the mushy gore splattering that used to be Princess Twilight to the blood-and-cum covered head of his lover, killed by his own hand.
“My girlfriend is fucking insane…” sighed Oliver, rubbing his eyes and inadvertently staining his face with blood and chunks of guts. “When will it stop with you?”
Celestia’s head whistled innocently, leading Oliver to conclude that it wouldn’t ever stop. He sighed again, then went about gathering up his girlfriend’s parts to put her back together.
“Guess I can live with that…”
