Under the Maregna Carta's Dominion; or, Even a Princess Must Bow Before the Law

“Luna, I have apologized. I don't know what more you want of me!” Celestia gave an exasperated stomp of her hoof. “Yes, I canceled your Moon party or whatever at the last minute. The Saddle Arabian delegates expressed a wish to view the night gardens. It was a matter of diplomacy!”

Luna glared at her, eyes fiery with indignation. The audience hall was mostly empty, although small clusters of government officials and prominent political ponies lingered to discuss court matters. At a modestly deferential distance stood the royal seneschal, Dusty Scrolls, a stately charcoal colored old unicorn with a white beard who glanced between the bickering sisters and the clusters of officials.

“So, thou dost freely admit to thy tyrannical abuse of authority in overriding the will of the populace and preventing the lawful occurrence of the Festival of Lunar Festivity Celebration Night Festival!”

Celestia gave a pained sigh. “Look, the delegates have left, we can reschedule your little party, okay?”

“Neigh, sister, 'tis not 'okay!' It was not my little party; rather thou dids't most unlawfully misuse thy royal authority to disrupt an official holiday event belonging not to me, but to the ponies of all Equestria!”

“Oh,” Celestia said. “Did we make that official?”

“We did! Which means thou art guilty of a crime against the state!”

“The state?” Celestia raised her eyebrows.

Luna's nostrils flared. “Indeed, the state!”

“Luna, I am the state.” The voice of the Princess of the Sun echoed through the hall, both louder and sharper than she had quite intended.

Suddenly every pair of eyes in the room was staring at Celestia.

Luna snickered. “Perhaps, dear sister, thou hast forgotten of a document we two signed last year called the Maregna Carta?”

“Pfft. That thing? What about it?”

“Thou art in violation!”

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Luna, the Maregna Carta is meant to reassure ponies they have legal recourse if somehow either of us goes crazy and tries to become a despot.”

“Which thou hast done!”

“It was just a party! And I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry cutteth it not. Thou must make legal restitution.”

Dusty Scrolls nodded gravely in agreement.

Celestia rolled her eyes. “Ugh. What kind of restitution, Luna?”

“Hah! Section 14, Subsection C states in cases demanding proof of sincere contrition—” Luna looked askance at Celestia. “Sincere contrition, one day (sunrise to sunset) of public community service.”

Celestia blinked. “Is that all? Fine. Community service it is.” Celestia snorted and shook her head in bemusement. She was to sweep streets or babysit orphans or something? Well, it was not such a harsh ordeal after all. She supposed she could see how such a punishment might remind a tyrannical princess of the ponies she ought to be protecting, but really, it seemed rather mild.

“Tomorrow, sister. Report to Canterlot Square 15 minutes before it is time to raise the sun.”

“Yes, yes, fine, sister. I will see you early tomorrow.”

She left the hall, heading for her dinner and her chambers.

“Prepare thyself well, sister!” Luna called after her.

7:03 a.m

“Luna, what is this?”

There was a curtained platform in the middle of Canterlot Square. Celestia stood with Dusty Scrolls and her sister and a few royal guards within the curtained enclosure and stared at the contraption before her.

“These are called 'stocks', my sister.”

The stocks were a finely constructed apparatus. At the front, the traditional three holes for neck and forehooves were comfortably padded with black silk-lined cushions. Extending back from that was a similarly padded support for the occupant's body, which rose at an angle to elevate the rump. At the foot of the rear part were cuffs for the hind ankles. Celestia noted the apparatus had yet to be fully set up, because the hind hoof cuffs were still attached to a long bar which presumably was part of however the device was transported.

“I know what stocks are, Luna. My question is why they are here. I thought I would be doing some form of community service.”

Luna smiled. “Why, yes. You shall provide a public example that nopony is above the law.”

Celestia glanced at the stocks and flushed. Luna meant for her to occupy them? “I had assumed something more along the lines of street cleaning.”

“Oh? Perhaps we shall consider that for the future.”

“And what pray tell is that?” Celestia asked, pointing to an open barrel near the rear of the stocks. It seemed to be filled with some kind of jelly.

“Water-based lubricant,” Dusty Scrolls answered.

“Very funny,” Celestia said. “No, really, what—” She felt Luna's magic tug at her tiara and neckpiece. She flared out her wings in outrage. “What are you doing?”

“Sister, 'twould not be comfortable for you to be wearing your regalia in the stocks all day.”

“You want me naked?!” she said, scandalized, as Luna dragged the neckpiece up over her head.

“Yes indeed. Shoes too.”

“Public exposure as a punishment has a long history in many societies,” Dusty Scrolls added.

“Although,” Luna said, as she pulled free a golden horseshoe, “you have such lovely hooves, I am sure many ponies will swoon to see them.” She made a pile of Celestia's regalia on one corner of the platform.

Celestia stood, feeling awkward in her nakedness, and looked at the stocks some more. Was she really expected to shame herself in that contraption all day? She was sorely tempted to flat-out refuse. Regardless of the padding, it wouldn't be comfortable to have her neck through that hole all day. Come to think of it, not only was the neck hole padded, but the top edge of the section that would go across the back of her neck was also padded for some reason. She turned to ask Luna about it, but before she could bring it up, Luna spoke.

“It's nearly time for sunrise, sister. Ought you not be getting into the stocks?”

Celestia gave her a withering stare. From beyond the curtain, she heard a few ponies in the streets already, heading to their places of work or setting up the food carts that lined Canterlot Square every day.

“Fine,” Celestia said. “I'll play my part in this farce. But we're going to have a careful look at the legal language in the Maregna Carta afterward.”

Dusty Scrolls spoke up. “I assure you, Princess, this is all well within the law's purview.”

Celestia stepped into the stocks, settling her body onto the frame and carefully resting her forehooves and neck on the lower section of the stocks. “Well, it's ridiculous,” she said petulantly, as Dusty Scrolls carefully lowered the top bar and locked it down, capturing her head and forehooves snugly in the front plate of the stocks. She could not turn her head back to see what was happening to her rear, and gave a startled twitch as she felt Dusty Scrolls pull her left hind leg outward to fit it in an ankle cuff. A moment later he did the same to her right leg.

“Uhh, Luna, there seems to be a bar still attached to those ankle cuffs, it's keeping me from bringing my hind legs together.”

“Why yes, sister. That is correct.”

Celestia frowned. “Well, I'm saying please fix it.”

Luna tapped at her chin thoughtfully. “I don't think it goes any wider.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” She shifted her haunches as best she could, but it made no difference—however she situated herself, her spread legs left the lips of her marehood feeling on the brink of parting to expose the rosy interior. The cool pre-dawn air tickled at her sex. Being without her regalia had already left her feeling weirdly exposed, but this was much more shameful. She clamped her tail down tightly. “I look like I'm begging for a rutting like this,” she muttered.

Luna pursed her lips. “Not with your tail like that, you don't.” Celestia felt the tug of her sister's magic pulling her tail back up and tightened the muscles of her dock, resisting. The magic held her for a moment, then dissipated abruptly, causing Celestia's tail to snap down onto her privates with a faint slap.

Celestia went “Eep!” and Luna laughed. She felt her cheeks warm as she blushed over the silly prank. “Let's just get this farce over with,” she growled.

“Do not mock the law, sister,” Luna said gravely. “You have wronged Equestria—”

“Oh for goodness sake!”

“—and you must accept your proper punishment. It's time, Celestia.” Luna levitated a scroll, and ducked out past the curtains. Celestia could hear from the murmurous voices that a small crowd had already gathered, drawn by their curiosity at the curtained enclosure.

Luna began reading her proclamation. “Ponies of Equestria, may it hereby be known...”

Celestia huffed in irritation, and glanced toward her seneschal. “Dusty Scrolls, can you believe this? How, precisely, does putting me in a set of stocks...” Her voice trailed off. With her head held low in the stocks, she was perfectly positioned to see that the old stallion before her was sporting the beginnings of an erection, his cock growing stiffer with slow twitches.

Celestia frowned. “Dusty Scrolls, am I to assume the sight of me in this state is responsible for your... condition?”

He flushed red and tried to step away, although the space within the curtains only allowed him half a pace. He hiked up one hind leg in a vain attempt to conceal his cock behind his thigh, and squeezed shut his eyes. “My sincerest apologies, Princess,” he said.

“Just... nevermind. Could you at least try to conduct yourself with some decorum through this foolishness?”

Her attitude was cold, but she could do little else but stare at Dusty Scrolls' dick. And in fairness, it was a rather handsome example; a slender pink shaft a bit longer than average, the medial ring an elegantly smooth ridge halfway down. She felt her tail drift off her marehood of its own accord, and cursed herself. The last thing she needed was to let her mind go wandering down erotic byways and trick her body into showing her horny on Main Street.

Luna, having iterated Celestia's crimes, now moved on to the nature of justice, and the notion that no pony may be held unaccountable before the law. Celestia felt the time had come to raise the sun, and figured doing so would at least get her mind off Dusty Scroll's unfortunate erection. She reached within her to the core of her magic, and touched the sun. It's power rushed through her, a hot flare of energy that made her feel invincible in spite of her position in the stocks. She knew in that moment she could burst these bonds, shatter the frame of the stocks and fly from that place. But... she supposed Luna had a point, however absurdly acted upon—she had been acting rather high-hoofedly lately.

Celestia brought the sun over the horizon and set it on its course. As then, as she had so many times before, she loosed her connection with a touch of regret, and let the transcendent solar power ebb from her command.

The dawn's light spilled into the square, providing a dramatic setting just as Luna wrapped up her speechifying.

“Thus stands my sister, Celestia herself!” With a dramatic flourish Dusty Scroll used his magic to whip aside the curtains as well as their support poles, revealing Celestia to the gathering crowd of ponies. Luna looked on in approval as the ponies gasped at the sight of their princess. Celestia practically felt their gaze crawling across her body in its restraints, and started to flush with embarrassment. But then she called to mind the feeling of her connection to the sun, the sensation of being unassailable and powerful beyond measure, and determined to keep it close in her heart regardless of whatever indignities and embarrassments Luna might try to heap upon her.

“Know, ye ponies, that from a period of sunrise to sunset (and don't you dare try to speed it along, sister) she is condemned to service the citizens of Equestria.” Luna nodded to a signboard that had been set up near the stage and levitated the scroll to post it there.

Celestia frowned. “She said that wrong, it's serve the citizens of Equestria,” she said to Dusty Scroll. He stood awkwardly, his erection showing no signs of diminishing in spite of being plainly visible.

“Err, no you majesty, the Maregna Carta plainly says 'service.'”

Celestia gawked at him. “A scribe's error, surely!”

Luna stepped up to her with a predatory grin. “Nay, sister, it seems in your scoffing and dismissal you failed to pay attention to the wording of the document.”

“'Service?'” Celestia said. “A-a-as a stallion...”

“Services a mare,” Luna said. “Quite right, sister!”

“It can't possibly say that! This is going too far!”

Dusty Scrolls chimed in deferentially. “Actually the precise clause is, 'service the citizens and be made public use of.'”

Luna smirked. “Crimes of royalty must be memorably punished, lest princesses be tempted to continue in their lawlessness.”

In a cold voice, Celestia said “Dusty Scroll, did you not yourself draft the language of the Maregna Carta?”

“Err, not the whole of it,” he coughed.

Celestia swept her magic to the bonds holding the stocks, but before she could try to release herself Luna's magic caught hers and pushed it back into her horn. “Tut tut, sister, you agreed to cooperate with the law.”

Magic momentarily stymied, Celestia struggled physically, twisting and straining at the stocks. But though they rattled, they were sturdily built and she had no leverage to exert against them.

“Calm thyself, sister, thou art making a scene.”

She already was a scene, but all the same she stopped fighting against her restraints. She threw another sudden rush of magic through her horn, and this time felt Luna's counter waver against her force.

“Will you wage open war, sister?” Luna asked quietly.

For a moment longer Celestia pushed to show her ire, and then let her magic subside. In exasperation she hissed, “Luna, this is ridiculous!”

“Perhaps, but 'tis the law we agreed to.” Luna turned to the crowd. “Who would be first to help our dear Princess Celestia in her rehabilitation?”

The crowd was silent, staring on in something akin to shock. Luna looked across their faces, searching for a volunteer. A trace of a frown appeared on her lips.

Of course, though Celestia. A feeling of relief, surprisingly strong, swept through her. The faintest hint of a smile touched her lips. She felt a little bad about it, but it seemed her little ponies were naturally too much in awe of her to dare avail themselves of... well... her.

Luna scanned the crowd of ponies a moment longer and then harrumphed. “It seems the little ponies are shy,” she muttered.

“Oh dear,” Celestia said, her voice chiming with insincerity. “I fear you may not have the pleasure of seeing me publicly bred after all, Luna.”

“We have explained 'tis not about our own enjoyment of your dismay, sweet though it may be, but rather of you learning rectitude and taking responsibility for your actions.”

"It was just a silly party, Luna."

"The Festival of Lunar Festivity Celebration Night Festival is a beloved expression of Equestrian culture!" Luna's gaze fell upon Dusty Scroll, and then a smile crossed her face. “Our dear Dusty Scroll, perhaps the citizens will be more forthcoming with an example to guide them. You seem ready enough,” she leered.

Dusty Scroll gave a start. “I, Princess? I couldn't...” he protested. But Celestia could plainly see his cock give a meaty slap to his belly even as he spoke. What's more, there was something in the exchange between Luna and him that sounded to no small degree rehearsed.

“Would you deny your duty to country?” Luna asked, projecting her voice so all could hear. “Would you sabotage your Princess's opportunity for reform? Would you dishonor Equestria by failing to stand up in her time of need?”

“He's already standing,” Celestia muttered. She narrowed her eyes as she saw a glittering bead of lubricant form at the tip of the old stallion's prick.

Dusty Scroll saluted. “Princess,” he said to Celestia, “forgive me. But I have a duty to the nation. A duty which is greater than any one Princess, or seneschal—”

“I'll fire you,” Celestia interrupted. But she couldn't help but stare at the drop of lubricant as it slowly rolled down the flat head of his cock.

Luna answered, “If she fires you, Dusty Scroll, I shall simply rehire you. Perhaps in the position of Chief Celestia-Tamer.”

His cock thwacked into his belly once again, and the droplet of his juices was flung loose. Celestia jerked her head back in the stocks as the arc of the droplet nearly intercepted her nose.

“I'm sorry Princess,” he murmured, “but you must know what an enticing rump you have.” He stepped along her, leaving her field of view. She could not see past the front panel of the stocks, and so she had no idea what was happening behind her, until she felt his magic gently but firmly pulling her tail aside. She fought it, but the muscles of her dock were not a match for the leverage of his magic, and if she sought to use her own magic to fight his, Luna still stood ready to tamp down any such effort.

What was he doing? Was he simply exposing her? Showing her off to any ponies behind her? She felt herself flushing in embarrassment.

But... she could almost sense a presence hovering just over the lips of her pussy. And then she heard Dusty Scroll inhale deeply, filling his lungs with the musky scent of her vagina. Right there. On stage. In front of the ponies in the square. He held onto that exotic lungful, then exhaled in a fast burst of warm air that rushed between her thighs, and then sucked in another deep breath. What ponies she could see from the crowd were wide eyed at this behavior. She felt her face go from pink to bright red. Once again she thrashed in her restraints, but only managed to wave her rump a bit at Dusty Scroll. He snorted up her intimate scent as if it were the most enticing perfume in the land.

Then she heard the crowd gasp and grow silent. She had only a moment to prepare herself, and then she felt a warm wetness pressing against her and sliding up along the lips of her cunt.

He was licking her. He was licking her pussy, in public, in front of a crowd of wide-eyed onlookers. Again and again he lapped up her slit, the soft wet sounds carrying to her ears as if by a megaphone. The square was perfectly silent; silent enough so that when he grew more bold and slid his tongue between those lips, stroking at the delicate inner walls, the little squeak she made was heard by all.

The wet muscle of his tongue coaxed and caressed inside her, and she could not deny the sensation was pleasant, though she tried to resist the primitive impulses of her body's reaction. His saliva spilled down her slit, and her own wetness began to slick at his tongue. The taste was a reward that drove him on with newfound thirst, and he pushed his mouth up against her cunt to drive his tongue even deeper within her. His rapid breath raced along her thighs, and she heard him—no, felt him inside her vagina as he began to make animalistic grunts and groans.

His increasing forcefulness triggered an answering erotic rumble of pleasure in her thighs. She could not believe she was responding like this, to a skinny, elderly stallion well past his prime, in a public square, in front of the eyes of a hundred ponies or more.

Or perhaps that was the key, came a traitorous thought. A square full of ponies was watching her be subjected to this shameless act of depravity. Maybe there was a part of her that liked that. Maybe there was a part of her that wanted to be up here, the focus of everypony's gaze as a stallion shoved his nose under her tail. A tingle of pleasure swept through her body as she considered it. Complete strangers were watching her take part in such intimate acts. She realized that at some point his magic had fizzled out, but her tail had remained hiked up in excitement.

No! No no no no no! I will NOT indulge in such perverse fancies! I am Princess Celestia and I have never had ANY desire to be watched when I take pleasure!

Dusty Scroll suddenly threw his head back, the wet juices dripping from his chin. He bounced from forehoof to forehoof like a hyperactive colt, and then with a bestial whinny he reared up and clutched her haunches. He thrust once, and his cock bounced against the inside of her thigh, hard as a steel rod. He gave another thrust, and this time the flat head of his cock kissed up against the saliva-soaked lips of her pussy.

A sudden thrill of fear rushed through her as she understood that he was going to fuck her—really going to fuck her right here in public, in Canterlot Square as a crowd of ponies watched. Up to now a part of her had been sure this was all a prank, that Luna would stop the business, that Dusty Scroll had already gone as far as he dared by tongueing her out. She started to gasp a “Wwwait—!” but he flexed his haunches and her pussy lips parted. His cock drove inside her, a firm shaft sliding its way between her silken walls, throbbing and twitching with wild lust.

A soft cry of joy spilled from his throat, as if the gates of heaven had opened to him. He clutched at her hips and adjusted himself to slide more of his length into her. But once settled, as if to prolong the sensation as long as possible, he thrust in with agonizing slowness, letting her flesh slide across his shaft with gentle but tormentingly gradual friction.

She felt herself growing wet around him, utterly mortified by her body's reaction to the slow, relentless push of his long cock ever deeper inside her. It seemed like it would never stop. And yet, although he could exert such self-control over what must be an overwhelming urge to plunge in and out with all his strength, she could feel his cock itself was a twitching, quivering mess of need. The veins were throbbing with his pulse, rhythmically massaging her sensitive flesh, and she could feel the head of his cock pressing at her as it flared within her passage. It spilled a steady drizzle of lubricious pre as it went, further slickening the way.

A warm rush of pleasure quivered through her as his medial ring spread her pussy lips and slid inside her. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, and Luna raised one eyebrow. “Already throwing yourself into whorsish delights, sister?”

Celestia gritted her teeth. “Of course not, Luna. It was merely a slight cramp from these uncomfortable stocks.”

“Oh? Uncomfortable? We had them specially constructed to avoid that sort of thing, though.”

“Don't worry about it,” Celestia said, not deigning to respond to Luna's teasing.

She felt Dusty Scroll's haunches press up against her rump as he bottomed out within her. She bit back a whimper lest Luna tease her further, as an electric thrill raced through her from being so filled; but her hooves quivered all the same. She could feel the pressure of his belly squeezing her tail against her rump.

He dropped his wet muzzle to lip at the space between her wings, and began to pull his cock back, again with a terrible teasing slowness. Without even meaning to, she suddenly squeezed around him, trying to hold onto his shaft.

He snorted and froze. Celestia tried to calm herself, but her cunt made another effort to wring out Dusty Scroll's cock, clenching eagerly at the stiff shaft. She wanted it inside her, she liked it inside her.

She wanted it shoving in and out of her, she wanted the sinewy veins rubbing along her slippery walls, she wanted the flared head scraping her insides.

How long had it been since she had been with a stallion? She had no doubt her hormones were overreacting for having been too long ignored. She was so pent-up that her body was reacting to, of all ponies, her seneschal; and doing so in front of other ponies no less. She cursed herself for not having foreseen Luna's nefarious plans. If she'd known, she would have fucked some stallion senseless last night and drained off her own lusts.

Dusty Scroll shuddered as Celestia's pussy tried to milk his cock. His control of his pace began to slip, and what started as another slow stroke forward shivered into a rough thrust as he buried his length into the Princess with a gasp of ecstasy. His hips shoved into her and back, drawing his cock in and out of her in unsteady thrusts that revealed the intensity of his own lust.

Celestia could hear the wet sounds as he fucked her. In embarrassment, she glanced out to the ponies in the square. With alarm, she noted more seemed to be gathering all the time. They stared at the spectacle, transfixed by the sight, some with mouths agape, others with fascinated, eager expressions.

This would not do. She needed to appear dignified, above this mistreatment. A proud and noble Princess for her ponies to look up to, even when forced into such indignities. And yet... she was quite shocked by how good Dusty Scroll's cock was feeling right now. The long shaft rubbed and caressed inside her and sent warm thrills of pleasure echoing through her thighs. Her body was betraying her with small quivers she hoped no one in the audience was noticing.

She needed to bring this business to an end, before she started losing control herself. She tightened her pussy around the old stallion's cock, squeezing it to bring him to orgasm all the sooner. His reaction was immediate, a delighted groan and a quickening of the pace of his thrusts. But in stimulating him to greater heights of pleasure, she also found herself in jeopardy. Clutching at his cock sent a whole series of thrills rippling through her vagina. She could feel the flared head of his cock grow even more engorged, and as it shoved it's way deep within her, it coaxed an electric rush of desire through her loins.

She couldn't help but think he had an exceptionally nice flare to his cock.

Stop thinking about that! she told herself. You are a Princess of Equestria, maintain your dignity! She clamped down her self-control, trying to hold herself gracefully, as if she were unaffected by this shameful business, staring straight forward and ignoring the world around her. She would not let Luna make sport of her. She would not expose her own reactions. She would awe the ponies in the audience with an untouchable core of dignity, in spite of all.

Yet a burst of her own juices further slickened up her canal, and every time he pulled back droplets of her wetness spattered her crotch and thighs.

“I'm going to cum, Princess,” he cried out. She heard a gasp from the audience at his words, and felt a warmth rise in her cheeks, which she fought back lest the ponies see her blushing at his shameless declaration. He rammed into her once, twice more, and then she felt his cock positively kick inside her. A hot liquid rush speared even deeper within, followed by more strong spurts. Dusty Scroll moaned in ecstasy. Celestia felt a warm shudder pass through her as the stallion came.

Ponies were watching. Ponies were watching a stallion squirting his load inside her. She was in a public square taking a load of semen in plain sight, and ponies were watching like she was some common stock animal being bred.

A shiver passed through her, and she suddenly found herself needing to catch her breath. She spared a glance at the crowd of ponies. They were transfixed at the sight of her.

Dusty Scroll nuzzled at her back as his cock grew quiescent. For a moment he rested atop her, and the square was perfectly silent. Every pony there could tell what had just happened.

Then he slid from her back, his cock pulling free in a sudden rush that almost made her gasp aloud. Nonetheless, she clamped her pussy tight, and kept his mess bottled up inside her. No slovenly whorse would she be, sporting a cunt that drizzled stallion cream for all to see; no, despite all her indignities she would remain dignified and noble. She had thankfully not been brought to orgasm and made no mess of her own. Though exposed to the gaze of the ponies, she would make of her pussy a prim slit, leaking nothing of the shameful deposit of Dusty Scroll, nor flashing her slick rosy flesh in invitation. She would show herself as an alabaster queen, and the ponies in the crowd would not dare to do more than look. She could already tell the mood of the crowd was meek and confused, rather than rambunctious, despite the obvious arousal of a few stallions. Luna's revenge over the party would misfire and end in a boring day of Celestia resting in the stocks unmolested. And at evening they would go home and Celestia would think of her own revenge for this insult. And there would be words with Dusty Scroll, have no doubt of that! And then there would be revisions to this foolish Maregna Carta. Extensive revisions.

“Fine ponies of Equestria,” Luna was saying, “Who next wishes to assist in this criminal's reformation through the virtue of public service?”

But the crowd only milled uncertainly. Celestia permitted herself a faint, superior smirk. Whatever Luna's plans had been, they were starting to fall apart now. The ponies held her in too much esteem to come forward and soil her. The proud, unvanquishable poise she had managed to hold through Dusty Scroll's onslaught had touched their hearts more than their loins.

Luna gave a snort of irritation when it became clear none of the crowd cared to besmirch Celestia's purity. “There is naught to fear! You have an opportunity to serve your country and service your princess at the same time! 'Tis most patriotic.”

There seemed to be some wavering in the crowd, but still the ponies were reluctant.

Celestia glanced to her sister. “Perhaps we should call it quits,” she murmured.

“Sister, do not be absurd. The day has scarce begun. And you do not yet seem remotely penitent.” Luna gazed across the crowed, frowning in thought. Then her gaze fell across the rank of guards securing the event. A delighted smile crossed her face.

“You there, five-legged guard,” she gestured, “What is your name?”

There were a few laughs from the crowd.

“Private Worthy Girth, Princess.”

“Yes, I can see,” Luna said. There was a ripple of laughter, and Celestia suddenly felt the mood of the crowd start to shift away from their fearful awe of her. A spark of alarm took root in her breast.

“Come up on the stage, Worthy Girth, we would speak with thee, and let our sister appreciate thy charming countenance.”

The guard stepped up onto the stage and stood before Celestia. She understood now the laughter at his name—Worthy Girth was very aroused and very well endowed. He was a stocky, muscled guardspony, and underneath his belly his cock stood fully at attention, thick as Celestia's foreleg—no, thicker! The veins stood out on it, and his cockhead was already flaring and dribbling a steady flow of his pre. It throbbed steadily with his heartbeat. She found she could not tear her gaze away from it.

“Worthy Girth, you seem to be flaunting your stallionhood most flagrantly,” Luna observed.

“Princess, exhibitionism and public lewdness are my fetishes.” His voice rang out, and elicited another round of laughter.

At the same time, his cock gave a tremendous twitch, and Celestia's eyes widened to see a jet of his pre squirt from him. It spattered to the stage, and the musky odor wafted to her nostrils like the scent of a rare confection.

“It seems to me you should be quite eager to assist in my sister's rehabilitation, then,” Luna said.

“Princess, unfortunately I am on duty,” he answered with a mournful tone.

“Oh pish tosh. Surely you can ask for a break? Do you believe in the law? Justice?”

“I... Yes, Princess. As a guard, I have pledged myself to justice and the law, of course!”

“Yet here lies a scofflaw pony, contemptuous of the law, yet lucky enough to be granted a chance to make restitution. Will you not instill respect for the law in her? Will you let her skate through her legal period of service without fulfilling her obligation to right her debt to society?”

Celestia could see the head of his cock flaring bigger with each word. He was clearly already close to orgasm. If Luna wasn't careful, she'd have him shooting his load right here before he could even start “rehabilitating” her.

“But... my duty...”

“Equestria calls! You must be an example to the rest of these ponies. Besides, as a princess, I can override your orders. In fact, I give you fresh orders: I order you to publicly service this mare to provide an example to the citizenry!”

His cock gave another tremendous twitch, spattering his pre across the stage. He saluted eagerly, practically shouting “Yes, sir!” He moved from Celestia's line of sight, striding to her rump with an exaggerated walk that swung his cock into plain view with each step.

A moment of panic gripped Celestia, but she quickly calmed herself. She could still project her untouchable aura, she just needed to endure this stallion's assault with calm and grace. Judging from the state he was in, he would not even last twenty seconds. In fact, she would not be surprised if he started spurting just from attempting to mount her. Did Luna think she was getting the upper hand? She had badly miscalculated. Worthy Girth was giving every sign that “Early Spurt” would be a better name.

When Worthy Girth reached her hindquarters, Celestia realized her own tail had curled high without her noticing it, exposing herself as if she were eagerly anticipating him. Embarrassed, she tried to draw it down, hoping it had gone unnoticed, but her own muscles resisted. For all her bravado, she seemed to be hornier than she had realized. Dusty Scroll had not brought her to orgasm, but he had managed to leave an ember of desire stirring her up, to say nothing of the warm pool of semen percolating deep inside her.

Thus it was when Worthy Girth clutched her haunches between his forelegs and prodded at her pussy with his fat shaft, she couldn't help but give a shuddering gasp. Nor could her cunt resist convulsing wetly at its touch and trying to guide it inside her. Fortunately, she did not think anypony could have seen the latter, and if she could keep up her icy, noble mask, she could downplay the former. As far as maintaining her queenly equanimity went, she was certain she could keep it up for the little time Worthy Girth would take to finish his business.

But her self-assurance fell to tatters a moment later as he gave his hips a shove and his thick cock pushed inside her. She had seen it was large—not impossibly so, but certainly well out of the ordinary—but she had not truly anticipated the sensation of its thickness filling her. It spread her walls wider than she could ever remember them being spread, and gave her a sensation of being utterly filled by the mass of flesh. He pressed in deeper and deeper, sliding in with an overwhelming pressure that split her wide and sent unexpected quakes of pleasure bucking though her. She could feel every vein imprinting itself into her walls, her whole cunt reverberating with each twitch and pulse of his cock.

But as overwhelming and fulfilling as the fatness of his cock was, the true wonder was his wide flare. It scraped at her walls, stretching her around it, solid and quivering with the intensity of his pleasure. She could not imagine he could last more than a few thrusts in this state, but oh, what thrusts! His cock was the perfect length for his flare to rest right up along her G-spot, rubbing at her relentlessly. Her pussy clenched up around him involuntarily, and she gave a little whimper at the surge of pleasure he tickled from her.

She could feel the dribbles and little spurts of warm pre that steadily leaked from him, and were massaged into the walls of her vagina by his flare. An answering wetness suddenly burst within her, slickening her flesh invitingly. His hips quivered and thrust erratically, and he grunted and snorted atop her, battering his cock into her with barely a semblance of control. He shoved in and held his hips tight to her rump, holding still as his cock rumbled inside her.

Involuntary trembles shuddered through his haunches, earthquakes of pleasure that rippled through him. It was a wonder he was not already spitting his seed inside her. Her pussy was thirsty for it, well primed by the massive plug of his flare grinding at her.

She felt her face growing red as the feel of his cock filling her set off electrifying thrills of bliss. Controlling her urges to gasp and moan was becoming more difficult with each thrust. Her nostrils flared as her breath raced while keeping her mouth primly sealed in a disapproving frown at the plunges of Worthy Girth's cock.

Somehow mastering himself, he began to draw back every so slowly. Doubtless he was trying to hold back the orgasm bubbling within him, yet how could he not help but luxuriate in the sensation of his cock sliding in the princess's pussy? For her, the feel of his flare slowly grinding across her sweet spot left her heart pounding, explosive surges of ecstasy quivering through her. Unbelieving, she realized her own orgasm was building at a furious rate. If he did not cum soon and end this, she was in danger of squirting her own mess onto the stage in a very public way.

No, perhaps it was already too late. The mere thought of ponies seeing her shamefully spilling her marecum before them sent her pussy quivering and clutching at Worthy Girth's cock. She was horrified by her body's reaction. She needed to calm her racing pulse and settle her quivering pussy. If she absolutely must cum, let her do so quietly, without making a spectacle of herself. She mustn't lose her dignity in view of the ponies—and yet, somehow the possibility of them seeing her at her moment of peak ecstasy left her shaking with anticipation. And if that were not enough, she craved the sensation of him shooting off, pouring his hot stallion-stuff within her.

Control yourself! she silently shouted. She tried to fill her mind with bland thoughts, fighting against the surges of pleasure that washed through her. She imagined blue skies, empty fields stretching onward forever. But the fields turned to oceans, the water heaving with her own breath, breakers crashing against the shore with each wonderful thrust, the waters fountaining up like the juices in her pussy. Her defenses crumbled, and her lips parted into a gasp as Worthy Girth abruptly drove his thickness into her with a mighty thrust.

He made a hoarse whinnying sound and held himself deep within. This is it! she thought, eagerly anticipating the flood of his cream. Dusty Scroll's sperm had been a lovely aperitif, but now she craved the full-bodied meal of this powerful stallion's spurtings. Her need for it hammered through her pulse. Her pussy was shuddering, her own floodgates near to bursting.

But this was not it. Still he did not cum. Her throat tensed up into a whine which she only barely suppressed as he pulled back again, then jerkily pumped into her several times, then drew back in a slow, unsteady motion made even more erratic by his cock's twitches and pulses. He had no rhythm. She could not sense what he was about to do, whether he was in control of the surges of his muscles, or if his body was moving on its own, at the mercy of his pleasure and hanging on the edge of orgasm. Each unpredictable motion drove her pussy to clench at him in uncontrollable spasms. If only she could adjust, anticipating his strokes, she could prepare herself for the sensations and calm her responses. But instead, the random shoves and thrusts brought forth bursts of uncontrollable pleasure, keeping her body off balance and at the mercy of his fat cock.

It filled her to capacity, her pussy lips stretching tightly around the meaty shaft. She knew it must be glistening with her juices. She could not help but give another gasp as he shoved into her sharply, the muscles of his thighs slapping against the pristine curve of her rump, his massive organ driving to its deepest point yet. It filled her so tightly it forced a squirt of her own juices shooting from her, spraying along the base of his cock.

Fearfully, she looked at the crowd from the corner of her eye. Had they seen that shameful leakage? Perhaps they were shamefastly refusing to look—but no. She could see them staring wide-eyed, transfixed by the spectacle of the rough guard fucking their princess. But it was not obvious they had noticed her embarrassing squirt. Perhaps it had been hidden by the guard's legs...?

He gave another loud whinny, the bestial shriek sending electrifying shivers through her. His hips drew back and then shoved with jolting motions while his cock twitched and shuddered inside her. Why wouldn't he cum? Hurry up and cum! A hot flush of want rushed through her. She needed to feel it, needed to feel his tremendous thickness surging and shooting his seed deep between her thighs, though she could barely imagine being any more filled than she was now.

So distracting were the sensations from Worthy Girth that it took her a moment to notice Dusty Scroll standing before her. She shook her head woozily and let her gaze drift to his cock. It had been inside her—a gift he should never have expected to enjoy, not in a million years! It was still three-quarters erect, and it glistened with her own juices.

He reared up directly in front of her, hooking his forelegs over the padded top of the stocks. Was this why it had been designed that way? She pulled back her head as best she could manage, because in this position, his cock was hanging right before her nose.

“Princess Celestia,” he said, “would you be so kind as to help a poor old stallion in need of your tender lips?”

“What are you doing?” Celestia squawked. “Get that out of my face!” For an instant she forgot the jolting pleasure from her overstuffed pussy. The scent of her own juices filled her nose. The three-quarters erect cock was now looking more four-fifths erect.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Luna said. “Dear sister, did you not agree that you must pay for your misdeeds with service?”

“This is a farce!” Celestia said. Dusty Scroll's cock twitched into full erection, and wagged before her eyes. The rich scent of her own erotic fluids wafted across her nose again, not to mention the milky traces of his own seed which she could see still clinging to his shaft. But she set her lips stubbornly, and when Dusty Scroll shifted his hips and mashed the head of his cock against her mouth she did not yield. The leathery old goat had already had one turn with her, he should have been satisfied with that!

Still, the head of his cock pressed warmly against her, and she realized she could feel a bead of his pre working its way into the crease of her tight lips.

“This is most rude, sister,” Luna said, dipping her head down to watch the lewd spectacle. “Scofflaw princesses are precisely why the Maregna Carta was necessary, you know.”

Celestia could not reply with Dusty Scroll's cock pressing into her lips, but she gave Luna a fiery glare.

The impasse may have held but for Worthy Girth suddenly picking up his pace with a set of rough, jerky thrusts that happened to squash his flare along Celestia's G-spot brutally. A rush of sharp pleasure shot through her thighs, and she could not help but gasp.

With that gasp, Dusty Scroll's cock slid smoothly into her mouth. The taste of her own juices and the flavor of his cock exploded across her tongue, and she felt an answering burst of saliva fill her mouth. For a moment she was stunned, but as he gave his hips a twitch to slide that shaft further into her mouth she let her tongue trace along the underside of his cock.

She meant to remain passive, as if none of this could touch her. As if she were not... enjoying it. But the sensations as Dusty Scroll moved his hips and slid his cock back and forth in her mouth sparked an answering fire in her. She was no innocent in the ways of love, and had wrapped her lips around the shafts of enough stallions to know just how much she enjoyed the feel of an eager cock against her tongue.

Still she held herself back, refusing to give in to her urge to stretch her neck forward and meet Dusty Scroll's thrusts. Though her tongue slid and pressed at him, and she savored every bit of the lewd taste of her juices mixed with the trace residue of his cum, she vowed to show none of that to the observing crowd.

But Worthy Girth was battering at her, bringing a storm of pleasure that ravaged her self-control. She clenched the muscles of her haunches, trying to prevent them from visibly trembling from the spikes of delight that punched at her with each shove of that massive cock. Her pussy was filled so tightly, she felt like she was going to lose her mind if this kept up much longer.

She could not understand how Worthy Girth, a stallion whose cock was clearly on the brink of cumming from the moment he'd strode on stage, had still managed to last so long once he penetrated her. Through sheer force of will he had kept his pleasure from peaking so that his cock could drink deeply of her pussy's welcoming juices. And perhaps so that the power of his cock would turn her own will and determination into lust-laced tatters. But every stallion's flesh had its limits, and now Worthy Girth reached his.

He snorted and then gave his hips a strong shove, burying his cock inside her. An instant later his whinny echoed out across the square, and she felt his cock trembling as his sperm rushed up its length. It formed a bulge she could feel racing along the inside of her pussy, and which sent her tipping into her own orgasm an instant before his cream erupted in a hot torrent.

She yelped and whined around Dusty Scroll's cock in her mouth as the sharp bursts of ecstasy rushed through her body. Her pussy spasmed with sharp bursts of delight. It was impossible to hold back her own wet squirts, but so tightly did Worthy Girth fill her that her juices were trapped inside her, mercifully saving her from making a very visible mess in front of her little ponies.

His cock pounded inside her with the intensity of each blast of his sperm. He shrieked and ground himself against her rump, spurting again and again, the hot cream building inside her until she felt it leak past her cervix and spill into her womb. She moaned and sucked at the cock in her mouth, throbs of her own pleasure thundering and slamming through her densely packed pussy, blinding her to the world around her. Worthy Girth's shaft twitched steadily, forcing more of his semen inside her with each strong pulse. His bestial grunts filled the air, until gradually the tempo of his throbbing cock dropped off. She felt stuffed beyond measure, and only gradually came to realize she was sliding her mouth along Dusty Scroll's cock and visibly slurping at him in her ecstasy.

Worthy Girth balanced on her back for a moment, allowing her to luxuriate in the sensation of being so full. She wanted to rest like that for a long time, perhaps even needed it as she came down from the fierceness of her own orgasm. But Worthy Girth was oblivious to that. He slid off her with a sudden motion, his cock pulling roughly out of her with a wet, sucking sound that horrified her with its volume and made her body shudder as her sensitive passage was abused by his thickness once more. What was worse, he had stretched her so much that he left her pussy gaping wide. She could feel the cool air pour inside her, and any pony on that side of the stage had to have a clear view into her rosy depths. She felt her cheeks burning with shame, and instinctively tried to squeeze her ravaged walls back together. Instead, she felt a thick, soupy mix of sperm and her own juices come rolling from her. It poured onto the stage and splattered across her hocks, even noisier than the sound of Worthy Girth pulling out. She heard ponies gasp.

She wanted to crawl away and hide, but there was no escape from the stocks. “Congratulations on a job well done, Private Worthy Girth,” Luna's voice rang out. “Who next will help reform my sister so she takes responsibility for the error of her ways?”

Dusty Scroll gasped, and she felt his cock quiver in her mouth. The taste of his pre suddenly spilled across her tongue, and she felt his head starting to flare. Automatically she wriggled her tongue along the swelling flesh, teasing at him and triggering his shaft to throb with thick pulses between her lips.

Celestia heard Luna call out to the ponies again. “What of you? You seem a stallion eager for justice.”

Celestia heard a pony answer nervously. “I, uhh, I haven't... I mean, is this really okay?”

Good, thought Celestia. They are too awestruck to dare play along with Luna's games.

“Have I not said as much?” Luna answered. “Listen to your stallionhood—it seems to have a pointed opinion.”

Celestia was unsettled to hear the scattered laughter of ponies at that. The more they were able to enjoy Luna's off-color jokes, the more the protection cast by their awe of her wore thin. She was sure she could endure an assault of a Worthy Girth, or her dirty-minded seneschal, or a frightened pony coaxed into it by Luna without suffering unduly in the eyes of the ponies, but if more and more of them began to feel it was permissible to “reform” her... she shuddered as she imagined long lines of stallions waiting for their turn with her.

There was a clatter of hooves on the stage behind her. Luna leaned down and said, “He's a lanky one, sister.”

From behind she heard the stallion softly murmur, “Please be gentle.” A moment later she felt him clumsily rear up and grab her rump with his forelegs, mounting her awkwardly. He pushed forward, and she felt his cock bump up against the inside of one thigh, leaving a thick smear of his pre. He shifted back and tried again, and this time he slid up between her buttocks, the wet head of his cock kissing up against the underside of her tail. He gave a frustrated whine, but held himself there for a moment. She felt his cock shudder, and then a little jet of his pre doused her tail and began to trickle down along her anus.

He drew back once more, and this time Luna gave a little snort of irritation. Celestia caught a flash of her magic from the corner of her eye, and the stallion gasped as Luna took hold of his shaft and guided it to Celestia's pussy.

He sank in her with a strangled moan. He was nowhere near the proportions of Worthy Girth, so she felt his entrance as a comfortable thickness that caressed her walls. She instinctively tightened around him, the residual slime of cum still in her easing his passage even further. He was hard as steel, and in a flash she knew with absolute certainty he was a virgin.

The thought of that brought an inexplicable warm thrill rippling through her, a lewd rush that pulled against her determination to remain cold and unassailable. A pony was losing his virginity to her, right here in public, right now before an audience. For the first time in his life, his cock was being blessed with the warm embrace of a mare's sex, his sensitive shaft learning the taste of a pleasure it long instinctively hungered for. Ponies were bearing witness to the moment of his sexual enlightenment.

No, no, what was she thinking, letting her mind wander to such a place?

He pulled back and then his haunches clenched and shoved him forward again with youthful intensity. “Oh... oh...” he cried out in wonder at the new world of pleasure that was opening to him. A second thrust left him quivering atop her back, and she could feel his flared head sliding along her silken walls, spitting further bursts of pre. His hips rolled back and then shoved forward for his third thrust, but as it happened she felt him press his face into her back and gasp out, “No, nonono...”

Hot virgin sperm flooded her. His cock kicked inside her and spewed his cum in long squirts, giving Celestia her third load of the day, a creamy torrent filled with youthful vigor as he discovered the ecstasy of erupting deep within her. It caught her by surprise as well, and though her annoyance with Luna over this whole spectacle still fired her blood, she could not help but feel a bit sorry for him. The poor fellow had only gotten to enjoy three thrusts before ejaculating. It was a pity.

She would have offered some words of consolation, but her mouth was otherwise occupied with Dusty Scroll's cock. He had gently but firmly pushed his hips forward to the point that his cockhead was nearly kissing her tonsils. When he pulled back, her saliva dripped from his leathery shaft.

But rather than slide from her in post-coital defeat, the virgin gave a strangled cry and kept pumping his hips. “It's not fair,” he groaned, almost unintelligibly, his face still pressed into Celestia's back. “I won't stop yet!” His cock remained hard, but she could feel his muscles jolt with each thrust. She knew most stallions were oversensitive after ejaculating, to the point where going on without a rest could be the sexual equivalent of scraping hooves on a chalkboard; but he refused to quit. He panted and groaned in agony, but still thrust onward, forcing himself through his refractory period. She wondered if anypony else even realized he had already cum.

His desperate greed sent another soft thrill of pleasure through her, and she found herself squeezing at his cock, secretly coaxing him onward. If he didn't pull out, was he still a virgin? Did this still count as his first time? What if he managed to bring himself to orgasm again? Would it be virgin sperm he was pumping? Was it possible for her to get a double load of his virgin semen soaking her pussy? Had any other pony been able to enjoy such an exotic pleasure?

Meanwhile, Dusty Scroll's cock was starting to twitch, pulsing irregularly as her lips and tongue drew him closer to his own ejaculation. She was less eager for a second load from him, yet she could not deny the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth was filling her with all sorts of perverted hungers. It had been too long since she had taken a lover, too long since she had enjoyed a stallion presenting his cock for her lips to caress and suckle. Now the backlog of untended desires was making itself felt with a vengeance. She caught herself stretching her neck and undulating her head along his cock, slurping at him with abandon for a moment before she got herself back under control. As if to make up for that lapse, as well as to show her resentment for his part in making her act as a sex toy, she let her teeth give his shaft a sharp squeeze. Unfortunately, every time she did it his cock quivered and throbbed with passion and he gasped and shoved it further into her mouth. He seemed to enjoy the threat instead of fearing it.

As she sucked and slobbered over Dusty Scroll's cock, she felt the virgin shift from forcing himself onward to experiencing a renewed pleasure blooming in his cock. She began to forget the ponies in the audience watching. She found herself thirsting for a mouthful of semen, and more and more often she would realize she was hungrily working at Dusty Scroll's shaft in a way that was obvious to all. At the same time, the virgin had begun fucking her with athletic vigor, drops of sweat spilling from him to splash her back. Her haunches quivered around him, and she rocked back to meet his thrusts as best she could in the stocks.

Before long, Dusty Scroll gave a hoarse cry, and brought one forehoof to her jaw to coax her not to let loose of his cock. She could feel his flare swelling in her mouth, scraping against her tongue. A steady dribble of his pre leaked from it, coating the inside of her mouth with his musk. She pressed her tongue along it, and felt his cock give a thick throb, and then another. “Oh Princess,” he cried out, “your mouth is just as good as your nethers!” His cock gave another powerful throb, and then a rush of his cream came spraying into her mouth.

The taste was dizzying and strong and almost made her choke. It spurted across her tongue, a powerful, raw flavor that was the essence of stallionhood. It was more rank than tasty, and yet she craved it, swallowing down the thick spunk with relish. Her body quivered in response, her pussy squeezing at the virgin's cock, instinctively demanding the tribute of his masculinity as well.

Another burst shot into her mouth. She slurped and wriggled her tongue along his shaft, spurring him to give her more of his savory cum. It bubbled and dripped from her lips, and she barely managed to drink down one mouthful before the next hot eruption filled her cheeks.

Dusty Scroll offered up a vocal accompaniment as his orgasm racked his body. The ponies in the audience watched wide-eyed as his hips quivered and dribbles of his white cream spilled from the lips of Princess Celestia herself. She sucked up his emissions like they were water in a desert, until at last his cock drained and he reluctantly staggered back from her, panting and dripping a last few pale drops onto the stage.

Celestia was panting as well, catching her breath and instinctively running her tongue around the inside of her mouth to savor the intimate flavor of the semen that remained.

The virgin's hips slammed into her rump with each of his thrusts, his cock plowing into her with fierce abandon. He too was panting, his coat slick with his sweat, his cock pounding with his racing heartbeat. Her pussy gripped at his powerful thrusts wetly, soaking him with her juices as electric bursts of pleasure rushed through her.

“Oh yes,” he cried out, “yes!” She could feel his shaft throbbing heavily, swelling inside her, his flare drawing sweet delights from her as it rubbed against her most sensitive places with each rocking motion. He groaned, burying his nose in her back, a warm strand of his drool soaking into her fur. His cock was a steel rod, and it sent her heart pounding to know he was about to orgasm again. That it was she who had brought him to this state, claimed his virginity and taken what would soon be a double-helping of his seed. Her pussy was hypersensitive to every quiver of his virgin cock, her nerves flooding her with eager tension in sympathy with his pleasure.

She felt his cock give a strong twitch against her walls, and gasped. It gave another, and then she felt his moment come over him as his organ kicked inside her and spewed a powerful burst of his cream. It surged thickly, a second serving of his virgin sperm to join the residue of his previous orgasm. What a fine pony, she thought, admiring his determination and his accomplishment in forcing himself onward to this point. But no sooner had she formed the thought than it was shredded in the answering storm of sensation that quivered through her thighs. Jolts of her own pleasure swept through her, and her pussy clenched shiveringly at him and spilled sudden floods of her juices as the spasms and spurtings of his cock rocketed her over her own brink and into another orgasm.

She gaped, staring sightlessly forward as her body was unexpectedly seized with the force of her pleasure. He erupted inside her, and each torrential spurt left her breathless. She squirted around his thickness, body rebelling against any hope she had of reclaiming her untouchable poise. Lightning ecstasy swept through her, and she could no longer care if the audience saw the evidence of her own pleasure on display for them. She heard a strained moan, and only slowly realized it was herself.

The virgin thrust on, his own hips shaking as his cock spat forth more jets of his cream. Each pulse sent another rush of ecstasy surging through Celestia. Trapped in her stocks, she was helpless to hide her orgasm or resist the force of it as it exploded through every nerve. She could only surrender to the pleasure that left her panting and whimpering with each electric burst as her pussy shuddered and squeezed with delight.

She wasn't sure how long the virgin kept draining his semen into her, or how many bursts of ecstasy spasmed through her body in the process, but at last he stilled within her. “I love you, Princess,” he murmured, and then slid himself from her back. His cock pulled free wetly, and a thick strand of his cum slid from her and dangled between her thighs before dropping to spatter on the stage.

She heard his hooves clatter on the stage behind her, and then a loud thud. A pair of guards rushed behind her, and she heard several of the ponies in the square clopping their hooves in applause.

“My, my, dear sister,” Luna said, “you seem to have caused him to faint. I imagine he'll treasure the memory of this day for a long time.”

Celestia didn't respond to her sister's teasing. She had squeezed her eyes shut and was still trying to catch her breath in the afterglow of her orgasm. Luna dropped her head even with Celestia's and murmured in her ear. “It seems you enjoyed that rather more than I expected,” she said. “Do not forget your purpose here is not to indulge in selfish lusts, but to be reformed of your haughty ways.”

She drew her face back, and Celestia tried to get her hazy thoughts back in order. Surely the virgin had been a special case. Surely the ponies would draw back from any further defilement of their princess. Surely the sight of her in... in a moment of ecstasy that should by all rights be a private matter... had cast a pall of shame over them.

She cracked her eyes open, praying to see that no more ponies had volunteered to join her onstage, or even that they were deserting the square and denying Luna this ridiculous exhibition.

A stiff cock bobbed just before her nose, a glimmering drop of pre settled at the urethra. The enticing scent of an aroused stallion's organ caressed her nostrils.

Eyes widening, she peered beyond the stallion's thighs and saw a forest of stallion legs and thick stallion cocks, a line of eager studs waiting for the touch of her lips on their hefty shafts. At her rump, she jolted as she felt a warm tongue slide up the curve of one buttock.

Oh no, she thought. Her hopes of surviving the day with only a modest degree of indignity heaped upon her shattered. And yet, though her mind recoiled, a fresh stirring of desire rumbled through her body. Her lips parted in spite of herself, and she stretched her neck forward, tongue reaching to taste the delicious promise of that drop of pre on the stallion's cock.