The shadows had grown long through the streets of Canterlot, and the sun hovered low in the sky.

Despite the thoughtful efforts of the Canterlot Bukkake Society to sponge her down and towel her clean, Celestia could not escape the rank semen smell that pervaded her hide. The smooth coat of her face and neck and rump was matted with the spillage of the countless stallions who had enjoyed her use. The space between her thighs was a swampy cum-and-pussy-juice morass that bubbled and leaked from her ceaselessly. In her current filthy state, she could hardly believe that ponies continued to present themselves for their turn with her, but every time a stallion added his measure of sperm to the slop dripping from her lips or her anus or her pussy, another would take his place.

She, however, was feeling a deep exhaustion. She lay on the stage, letting ponies shove her about and pose her as they wished. For a time, her overused pussy had barely registered the delights each stallion's cock offered, and she had felt guilt that she was not more responsive to their thrusts and twitches and inevitable spurtings. Even so, most of them seemed sufficiently thrilled just to have the opportunity to fuck her. Even when her own juices proved slow to gather, the thick volume of cum deposited inside her kept her well-lubricated; and of course every stallion freshened the slime that escaped with his own creamy offering.

But happily, her pussy's exhaustion had proven only a passing phase, a momentary rest as her genitals restored and refreshed themselves. It had not taken so long after all before the embers of her desire had begun to slowly burn once more, sparked back into life by a mare who had scissored her hind legs with Celestia's and ground the puffy lips of her pussy along Celestia's own sperm-packed slit. The mare had shoved and slid her cunt along Celestia's until her body quivered and her long, dark mane hung lank with the sweat of her exertions. The warm pressure of those lips pressing against her, being spread as they slid across her and spreading her open as well, had teased her pussy into its own electric tingles of longing. When the mare came, her wetness sprayed down Celestia's thighs and sent delicious thrills rushing through her. Once she finished, the mare stood up shakily, panting and looking down at Celestia's slimy pussy. “Lot of stallions left a mess to leak out of your sweet spot, Princess.” She grinned. “Sure hope you didn't get me pregnant just now.” She winked and sauntered off the platform.

Celestia's pussy hungered for more sensation after that. In spite of her fatigue, something inside her was chasing after one more orgasm, straining her tired body to push its way to ecstasy once again. The stallions that followed the mare teased her pussy with their sweet cocks, caressing her tender walls with their firm flesh. They stoked the flames of her lust and sent rushes of need sweeping through her thighs, driving back the waves of exhaustion that urged her to just close her eyes and sleep unsatisfied.

Now she lay on her belly on the stage, hind legs spread to a yellow unicorn stallion with a black mane and tail who lay upon her back, front hooves hooked around the base of her wings as his hips shoved and slammed into her rump, his long cock delving wonderfully deep into her pussy. She could feel his breath brushing past the base of her neck as he huffed and grunted over the sensation of having his cock wrapped in the slick folds of her pussy.

To her front a rose-colored pegasus mare lay on her back, hind legs spread wide and head raised to stare down her belly with rapt attention as Celestia ate her out. From time to time she reached down and shoved Celestia's nose harder into her crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet, and the earthy taste of her eager flesh drove Celestia to drive her tongue deeper into the mare's walls, slobbering heedlessly as she went. The quivers of the mare's walls against her tongue and the way she shoved her hips up into Celestia's mouth were ample proof of the enjoyment she was receiving, which only served to inflame Celestia's own lust further.

A burst of liquid spilled across Celestia's tongue, and she felt the mare's hooves grab her head and jam her muzzle harder into the mare's groin. “Fuck yes, Celestia!” the mare shouted out. “Eat me like an animal!” One hoof moved to her horn, stroking it like a stallion's cock while the other kept up the pressure on the back of her head.

The stallion cleared his throat. “You know this isn't really Celestia, right?”

“Hwhhw?” said Celestia, mouth buried in marepussy.

“What?” said the mare, as if noticing the stallion's presence for the first time.

His hips thrust steadily, his cock apparently satisfied with the quality of her pussy whether he thought she was Celestia or not.

“I realized in line it couldn't be her,” he continued. “Would everyday ponies really be offered the opportunity to soil a princess? Of course not!”

“Princess Luna explains it every half hour,” the mare replied. “In her loudy-loud voice. About the Maregna-whatever law thing.”

Celestia drove her tongue as deeply in the mare's quim as she could, then slurped it back quickly, drawing forth a heavy spattering of juices. The mare gasped, hoof tightening on her horn. Then Celestia wriggled her tongue across the mare's pussy lips, denying her the penetration she clearly craved even as those lips convulsed and quivered at her touch. She teased her like that for a moment, enjoying the luscious taste and texture of the pussy lips before sliding her tongue back inside.

The stallion was talking again. “You see, she's a changeling! They're creatures that change shape and eat the energy of your passions. She's just pretending to be Celestia for this performance. She's feeding off our lust.”

“Changelings are fairy tales,” the mare said. She stroked Celestia's cheek with one hoof and rolled her hips up to push her pussy further into Celestia's mouth.

“Aa uh eaah Ereria,” Celestia said.

“She said she's the real Celestia,” the mare reported.

The stallion's cock gave a thick throb inside Celestia. “No, she said 'I will eat your energy, yeah!'” the stallion replied.

The mare brought both hooves to Celestia's face, holding her muzzle tight to her pussy as she thrust her hips, luxuriating in the pleasures of Celestia's mouth.

“Ohhaaainngghh,” Celestia said.

“She says no, she didn't say that,” the mare said.

“No, she obviously said, 'Oh, I'll do it!'”

The mare snorted. “If you think she's fake and you think she's going to steal your energy, why are you fucking her?”

His pace picked up as he answered, his hips slapping up against her rump with each thrust. “One's energy comes back over time. But how often does one get to fuck a creature made to look as beautiful as Celestia herself? I would be a fool to miss this chance! Such irresistible seductions are the nature of changelings, you know.”

She could feel how hard he was, and the swelling flare of his cockhead. She was growing irritated with his delusions, but her pussy had a treacherous liking for the shape of his cock. She tried to resist giving him any indication she was enjoying his thrusts, doing her best to relax her pussy and let his cock glide through her passage without any reaction. But doing so was akin to trying to hold back a sneeze. The more she tried to ignore the slide of his shaft against her tender flesh, the more tormented her nerves were by the sensation. And the more she tried not to think about the feel of his flare dragging at her walls, the more it ravished her, thickly stirring up the reservoir of sperm that packed the depths of her pussy and bloated her uterus. When one thrust compressed the stallion-slime enough for the pressure to send a stream of cum squeezing past his flare and shooting down the length of his shaft, rippling along her walls as it went, her whole body seized up in a sharp jolt of pleasure. Her pussy shuddered and clenched around him, painting his cock with a fresh dousing of her juices. As he drew back for another thrust, the wetness spilled out onto the stage and puddled under her groin. The rush of sensation was dizzying, and for an instant her eyes rolled back as she nearly swooned, body quivering. When he slammed back in, she felt his cock twitching thickly in response to her, and a fresh burst of delight slammed through her loins.

She whimpered into the mare's pussy, feeling her desire setting its hooks firmly into her. She wanted to cum once more; her body would not give her rest until she found that peak again. In spite of all the times she had already orgasmed over the course of the day, the fires of her lust had come to a blaze once again.

Still, did it have to be with this annoying stallion?

“Oh!” he cried out, “no pony could do such things with her pussy! It proves she's a changeling!”

The mare snorted in derision. “Well, mister expert-on-fairy-tale-pussy, I'm an expert on real-life cunnilingus, and I beg to differ. She's great, but she's not supernatural.”

“You don't understand! The real Princess Celestia is an alicorn! A creature above and beyond simple ponies such as us. By her very nature, she is cloaked in the majestic aura of her regal essence! To stand in her presence is to have your heart palpitate in awe; to have your breath grow short in worship. Why, even if you were insane enough to attempt to assail her adamantine purity, your legs would grow too weak to mount her, your body would grow faint at the first whiff of her ambrosial scent, and your very dick would shrivel back into its sheath in shame!”

“I don't have a dick,” the mare pointed out.

The stallion was shuddering and pressing into her, his cock giving tense little kicks within her walls. “My shaft is trembling on the brink of ecstasy, intoxicated by this fantasy! But the very thought of engaging in such disports with the true Princess is inconceivable!”

It was the very attitude she had hoped more ponies would have as the day had started—although the conclusion she was an imposter was hardly flattering. But now, her pussy was churning with urgency, shameless in its need for more of his stallionhood; or rather, eager to devour any stallion's shaft. And at the same time, her her mouth reveled in the taste of the mare's wet canal, the flavor of female lust thick on her tongue.

The mare snorted. “Inconceivable? Ever since I figured out what clopping was, my number one fantasy when I shoved my hooves between my thighs was of having Princess Celestia's face down there making a five-star meal of my quim. So I guess the only awe that's making my heart palpitate right now is awe at how fucking good her tongue really is!” She rocked her hips up into Celestia's face. By this point her thighs were slick with the spillings of her juices and Celestia's saliva, and both substances dripped freely from Celestia's chin.

Her legs trembled as she shoved her groin against Celestia's muzzle. Perhaps the stallion had at least a little bit of a point when he claimed alicorns had the power to make ponies' legs weak.

The stallion trembled and pressed against her. For an instant he held still, cock throbbing powerfully between her thighs. Then he drew back his hips and started pumping into her with strong thrusts that smacked against her rump meatily. “Wicked changeling deceiver,” he gasped, “you've won the essence of yet another innocent stallion!”

“Hye hyoahh heheeaa!” she complained.

“She says she's not a deceiver,” the mare gasped.

“She says 'I feast on your desire!'” he groaned in correction. His cock spasmed within her, and its shudders sent a burst of sympathetic quivers shooting through her thighs. Then she felt the hot eruption as his sperm began pouring into her. His front hooves clutched at her wings and her buried his face into her back as his release thundered through him. His cock flung the thick blasts of his cream into her pussy's slick depths, and she could feel the stuff oozing and bubbling its way further up her passage.

The rush of sensation swept through her, a thrill that raced through her body as her own pleasure leaped and surged. Her pussy squeezed around him, savoring the sensation of his shaft in ecstasy, holding him as his sperm rumbled and squirted through his meat. Her own body strained toward that exquisite peak, but for all his hardness between her thighs, and for all the enticing cream he sent fountaining into her welcoming depths, the feel of his orgasm could not quite bring her to the heights she sought.

At the same time, the mare was closing in on her own peak. She grabbed Celestia's head with both front hooves and drove Celestia's muzzle hard into her pussy. “Yes,” she breathed, “yes yes yes yes yes!” Her slit drooled a steady offering of her wetness into Celestia's lips, and the feverishly warm walls of her pussy quivered with every motion of Celestia's tongue against them. The smell of her lust enveloped Celestia's nostrils like a heavy cloud. When Celestia dragged her tongue across the sensitive bud of the mare's clitoris, she bucked up into Celestia's face with a shriek, her entire pussy spasming against Celestia's mouth and squirting a thin stream of her wetness into the back of the alicorn's throat.

A moment later she began to cum in earnest, the flow of her juices turning into a flood that poured past Celestia's teeth. Celestia swallowed down a mouthful of the torrent, but more of it spilled past her lips and ran down her chin and the curves of the mare's rump, painting her anus and the underside of her tail with her own emissions. The mare screamed out and gripped Celestia's head harder, her pussy clutching at alicorn tongue.

Celestia did her best to cope with the spray of hot marecum in her face. She dug her tongue into the quivering walls and sucked at the mare's clitoris, dragging her tongue along it in strong licks. “Fuck yeah!” the mare yelled out, as the powerful orgasm pounded through her body. She mashed her crotch against Celestia's teeth while her ecstasy shook her.

At the alicorn's rump, the stallion had finished swiftly, unloading his balls in a streaming rush. He pulled out of her now, his shaft still hard, the fat head squeezing against her walls as it drew out of her with an obscene wet sound. The sensation jolted through her, the need of her loins still unsatisfied. Her pussy gaped in the wake of its passage, a pink cavern from which flowed a thick rivulet of his cum.

“Nice attempt at Princess Celestia, changeling,” he said as he stood behind her, panting. “Though naturally the true one would be more...” he searched for the word, “radiant.”

“Uckyuu!” Celestia grunted. The mare burst into a hysterical fit of giggles, which only grew worse as the stallion said “You're quite welcome,” as he made his way off the platform.

The mare herself was a twitching, sodden wreck by that point. Her hips thrust weakly a few more times and sagged to the floor. Celestia followed her down, relentlessly lashing the mare's pussy with her tongue. The mare jerked and whimpered as Celestia forced her to spurt and drizzle in continuing bursts of orgasm, until at last she went limp, utterly spent.

Celestia smacked her lips lewdly at the mare, who slowly climbed to her hooves after a minute of exhausted panting. “That was the best, Princess. Even better than all my fantasies,” the mare said. “Can I have a kiss?”

Celestia raised her eyebrows. Her lips were still dripping the mare's juices, but before she could say anything, the mare leaned in and planted a surprisingly chaste kiss on her mouth. Then she turned away and stumbled off the stage, calling back “If you ever get hungry for another helping of mare-quim, look me up!”

If even yesterday Celestia had been asked if she preferred to suck on mare pussies or stallion cocks, well... she wouldn't have answered such an impertinent question, of course. But the answer would have been stallion cocks, without a thought. To be honest, the answer still was stallion cocks, but if nothing else, the day had taught her there was a special delight to be found in pleasuring a mare. Unfortunately, the mare telling her to look her up had neglected to mention her name. Was she somepony famous? Was Celestia supposed to recognize her?

Before she could ask, a purple unicorn mare with black mane and tail and a grey earth stallion came on stage. The mare had a sleek and predatory look to her, while the stallion seemed more easygoing. The mare smiled down at Celestia. “Princess, would you be so kind as to rut my cheating husband?”

Celestia froze. The last thing she wanted was to end up in the middle of a marital dispute. But the mare's attitude did not seem angry. In fact, she nodded approvingly as the stallion threw himself to the stage and rolled onto his back, displaying the black shaft of his erection to her.

The sight of it sent a warm thrill through her loins. Her own pussy was a steaming, sopping mess of need. It seemed to her now that the exhaustion she'd felt earlier had only served to give her carnal urges a chance to rally, and now her need had once more grown intense. It was strange... in all her life she had never indulged in such sustained sexual excess, but rather than finding her lust drained to nothing, her body only rebounded to crave the pleasure with sharper focus. She wanted to cum again. No, she had to cum again.

Luna spoke up, her voice cutting into Celestia's frenzied thoughts. “Rejoice, sister. Your ordeal is nearly at an end. I have halted the lines, for it is nearly time for you to lower the sun. Satisfy these ponies, and you shall have completed your duties before the law.”

The wife snickered. “Ride him, Princess,” she said.

Celestia straddled the stallion, angling her rump down to his lap. Her pussy came into contact with his cock, and the sensation of his hardness pressing against those lips sent an electrifying jolt through her. She felt her wetness painting him, and she slowly dragged herself up his length. She pressed against him when she reached the head of his cock, forcing her pussy lips to spread against him as she went. His breath caught as he felt the wet warmth caressing him. When she slid the last of her pussy past him, his cock gave a heavy kick, bouncing up to smack at the pucker of her anus.

She held still then, feeling the head of his cock smearing its wetness against her. She pressed back lightly, holding him in place.

“So where would you like to put your cock while your wife watches?” Celestia purred. She glanced sidelong at the unicorn mare, who was staring avidly. “My mouth? My ass?” She paused, heart pounding, because she needed this to be the answer. “My princess pussy?”

“Yes!” he cried out. Before he could take another breath, she shifted her hips, brought his cock to her pussy, and shoved herself down on him, burying him inside her quivering walls with a single thrust.

He throbbed inside her, the warmth of his shaft radiating between her thighs. She shivered as a rush of pleasure swept through her, her body thrilling to the feel of his hardness against her tender walls. She raised her hips, drawing him against her flesh, and thrust down again. The sensation of him shifting inside her, sliding and stirring up the sperm residue of all the other stallions who had fucked her this day, sent a sharp spasm of delight shooting through her.

She worked her hips then, controlling the pace and reveling in each stroke of his cock against her flesh. He groaned beneath her, sometimes shoving up his hips to try to bury himself deeper between her thighs, but she matched his motions and kept him at her mercy, savoring the sweet sensations that surged within her and drawing them out. She was keeping his cock exactly where she wanted it inside her, filling the space between her thighs in as close to a perfect fit as she could hold herself at.

But make no mistake, her control was an illusion—she could barely master herself. The strength of her lust pounded through her, demanding she give herself over wholly to fucking the stallion as hard and fast as her hips could thrust.

The wife watched all, with her sly smile. She lay upon her side, with a clear view of her husband's cock as Celestia slid wetly up and down. She had one hoof crammed between her thighs, shining with her juices as she rubbed with strong, rapid strokes and watched her husband fucking a princess. “Dear husband,” she said, “your cock seems very hard. Are you enjoying the pussy of another mare that much?”

“Oh yes!” he answered. “What greater delight than to explore a fresh, new pussy, my lovely wife!” He clutched Celestia's front legs with his own and tried to lever his own hips up into her. Celestia swayed her rump from side to side and felt him throb heavily as he fought to get deeper inside. She wasn't quite sure what to make of his banter with his wife, but she could not set aside the power of her own urges, and she kept riding his cock with gusto.

“'Fresh?!'” The mare snorted. “A hundred stallions have spent themselves in that hole before you! It reeks of their befoulment. Are you still so enchanted by it, my husband?”

“How could I begrudge them, my dear? What stud worthy of his stallionhood could hold himself back from emptying his jewels into the sweet treasure box of Princess Celestia?”

Celestia shivered. Every motion riding him played an exquisite symphony upon her nerves. She quivered against his hardness, and felt a dollop of the warm stallion cum stirred up by his intrusion suddenly leak past her lips to slide down his shaft. She tried to hold it back, tightening those lips around him, but instead her pussy suddenly convulsed, spilling more of the cream as a sharp jolt of pleasure lanced through her.

“Oh indeed, husband. I can see the slime they left behind oozing down you even now. To think the cock that should be mine alone by right of marriage is being soaked in the seed of strange stallions.”

“An unavoidable circumstance,” said the stallion.

“And to think my own husband would stoop to adding his sperm to the filth of all those other ponies! How lowly and desperate are you?”

“Nay, rather I feel blessed, part of a greater whole that has gathered to pleasure our princess! I shall be but the latest in a proud legion surrendering our seed for her delight!”

Celestia groaned, a surge of pleasure twisting through her loins as she thought of all the semen that had been packed into her body over the day, and all the stallions who she had brought to ecstasy. The husband's cock throbbed thickly between her thighs, promising one more load to add to the total. Deep inside she could feel the weight of all that sperm shifting as she thrust herself on the husband's cock. She was exquisitely close herself, her haunches trembling as the waves of erotic sensation crashed through her.

“She is making noises, husband. Don't you think it rude to violate her so hard as to cause such outbursts?”

“Outbursts? She sings an Equestrian anthem for which my dick cannot help but stand at attention!”

“How patriotic. And how does your dick feel inside the pussy of a princess?”

“Magnificent! The sensations of her secret place wrapped around my shaft are beyond words to describe! Every slide and quiver brings new blossoms of sweet delight flowering from my nerves! Her wetness is a lotion of pure seduction, her warmth is a furnace of raw sexuality!”

“My goodness. And how does it compare to my own precious treasure?”

“Oh my wife, you might as well compare ambrosia to spit! What is a palace to one who has spent their life in a hovel? All the delights your cavern has struggled to lavish upon my cock are swept away with the torrent of pleasure her princess pussy drenches me with.”

Celestia saw the wife now had both front hooves crammed between her thighs, rubbing at a wild pace. Droplets of her wetness scattered as she stroked, and the muscles of her thighs bunched as jolts of pleasure shot through her body. Her eyes seemed to blaze with eagerness as she watched his solid shaft disappear and then reappear with a fresh coat of wetness with each of Celestia's thrusts atop him. The harshness of his words only served to tease her into greater arousal.

As for Celestia herself, even if she found his cruel praise of her own pussy over his wife's deserving of some reprimand, she couldn't possibly halt for even a moment the exquisite motion of her hips as his cock throbbed inside her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and the blood coursed through her veins as the thick shaft worked its primal magic upon her, spreading the hot pleasure that spilled through her thighs with every stroke. The sweet slide of his medial ring against her trembling walls, the way his flare dug at her depths and stirred up the reservoir of sperm that already filled her, the irregular twitches and kicks as his eager shaft reveled in her embrace; it all pushed her headlong toward the explosive orgasm she craved with ever-mounting desperation.

“Oh husband,” said the wife, “my fertile womb craves your seed, yet you dally with this hussy princess and praise her cunt. Will you really pour your cum inside her while my own pussy suffers in torment?”

“Her loins sing a siren call to my sperm! It tumbles in my balls, struggling to hurl itself up my shaft and into her lustful pussy's embrace! It is all I can do to hold it back. Even a gelding would be brought to erupt by these sensations!”

“You spurn me with such absurd fantasies!”

“It is a shame, my wife, but your sex must remain unblessed by my semen, for its destiny lies within this princess pussy. Nay, it is her pussy itself that demands I drain my balls!”

Celestia panted, sweat standing out on her neck as she impaled herself on his shaft, body quivering in response to his own efforts to rock his hips up into her. He was right enough in one thing—her pussy truly did want to feel him spurting every drop of his cum inside her. She was so close herself, she knew once he started shooting his cream she would fall into an incredible orgasm. She craved it, the need for her release sparking through her pussy in quivers and spasms that his cock answered with it's own thick twitches. Her greedy walls clutched at him, and her juices squelched and spattered from her freely.

The unicorn mare rolled to her hooves shakily, still watching intently. She stood on three legs, hind ones splayed out as she reached down her belly to rub at her pussy with rapid strokes. “Are you about to cum, dear husband?”

“You know me so well, my wife! Almost... almost there...!”

“On the verge of spewing your seed into another mare as your wife watches!”

“Yes! Yes!” He threw his head back against the stage, transported in the ecstasy of Celestia's pussy. His forelegs clutched at her as she rode him. “NOW!” he cried out.

At his shout, Celestia felt his cock pulse inside her, and a powerful jet of his cum lanced its way deep between her walls. Yes! she thought, as bursts of pleasure shot through her pussy like fireworks.

But then, she sensed a surge of magic underneath her, and the wonderful feel of the stallion's cock unleashing his load cut off abruptly. Her pussy, thrilling to the hard muscle and charging toward her peak, was suddenly empty, her walls clenching down on nothingness. The thrilling surges building to a crescendo of pleasure between her thighs suddenly failed, leaving her hanging in an agony of unfulfilled need, her pussy prickling with a warmth that demanded satisfaction, yet was denied.

She didn't understand what was happening. She didn't understand why she should be cheated so. Even as she saw the stallion teleported into the same position under his wife he'd lain in beneath her, swirls of magic flaring around the unicorn mare's horn, she couldn't comprehend what was happening. His cock shimmered in a coating of her juices, milky with strands of sperm from all the previous stallions whose cream he had stirred up inside her. Her eyes were glued to the flared head, the thick plug of flesh that an instant earlier had been shoving its way into her depths. It jerked, and a thick stream of cum erupted from it, the second squirt of his orgasm. The white jet spurted up against the mare's rump, painting a stripe that ran across her curvaceous hip, up across the pucker of her anus and the dock of her tail. But before the squirt had even half exhausted itself, she grappled his cock with more of her magic and slid him into her pussy, slamming her hips down onto his groin and taking him balls deep with that first thrust, even as the rest of his spurt thrummed through his shaft and shot inside her.

“You lubricate me with the juices of another mare, husband,” the mare gasped.

“I am a beast!”

“The sperm of other stallions greases the wicked cock you've shoved inside me.” Her pussy quivered around his wet shaft. “You'd better drown my womb in your cum if you don't want any of theirs reaching my egg!” Celestia could see him desperately driving his hips up into his wife, and the heavy throb at the base of his cock as the third spurt of his cream went shooting through it.

“I caught the sperm another mare coaxed out of you, husband! You tried to give it to her, but I took it for myself! I won!” The wife threw her head back and cried out, her own wetness spraying from her as she started to cum as well.

The two ponies thrust at each other, pressing together, oblivious to all but the raw pleasure they drew from one another.

Celestia shrieked, red rage flashing through her mind. She reared up, flinging her head from side to side, no, no, NO! Her pussy was a hot cauldron of need, and the stallion had been meant for her! His cock was supposed to satisfy her, not leave her hanging in erotic agony, not be diverted to his evil wife at the last moment, past the last moment in fact!

Her thoughts tumbled in chaos, still unable to accept that she had been cheated so. Her blood was pounding, her pussy churning with need. She needed another stallion. She whirled, looking for the lines of eager stallions, but they were gone and the stage was only flanked by guards. “A stallion,” she gasped out. “I need to cum!”

Luna's voice rang out. “So ends the period of my sister's service to the ponies of Equestria!”

“I need a stallion,” Celestia said, panic edging her voice.

“I have dispersed the lines, sister. It is time to lower the sun.”

Celestia stared at her wildly. No no no no NO! She flipped her head around and looked at the audience. Ponies were moving off, the day's crowd thinning, though many couples and small groups still remained scattered about the square, indulging themselves in further lustful games.

“Luna, I need a cock now!”

“This day was not for your own pleasures, but for showing your dedication to the citizens of Equestria. It's time to lower the sun, sister.”

But she could not listen. She spun on the stage, her gaze darting wildly across the square. Her tail hiked up as high as it would go, and her wetness spilled down her legs with each move. Desperation filled her loins. She needed a cock, she had to fill the the relentless hunger between her thighs. She'd been betrayed just as she was giving herself over to her peak, cheated of the ecstasy due her!

Her attention settled on one figure standing close to the stage. He gave every impression of having just wandered in, not wholly sure of the situation. Nevertheless he had an erection, though he tried, however hopelessly, to conceal it as best he could. She could not stop staring at it.

He wasn't a pony.

A dragon! Was there a dragon in the realm? Obviously there must be. He was not much bigger than her, clearly an adult, but a long way from reaching the tremendous size of an ancient. He stood on his hind legs, his bright green scales shining glossily in the evening light, stretched tight over his sinuous frame, and his elegantly long tail arced stiffly behind him. He held his claws in front of his groin to shield his erection, but the tip of his shaft peeked out from behind them, already shining wetly. He stared at the married couple as their hips slammed together.

Celestia felt something primal thrill through her body as she looked at him. The hot core of need between her thighs surged, and before she could think about what she was doing cords of her magic reached out and seized him, yanking him onto the stage underneath her.

He yelped, reaching to grab at the stage as she positioned him and pinned his hips down with her haunches. She could feel his cock pressing against her groin, and she slid the lips of her pussy along its surface, drooling her juices lasciviously.

He was quite unlike the tubular shafts of stallions that she was so familiar with. His cock was thick at the base, gradually narrowing as it approached the head; but instead of a smooth, veiny progression it was interspersed with patterns of low, fleshy knobs. And rather than terminating in a flat flare, the head of his cock suddenly expanded from the narrowest point of his shaft like a tall, conical mushroom. Her breath caught short with the urgent need to feel the strange object inside her.

“G... greetings, pony queen,” said the dragon uncertainly. Before he could get another word out, Celestia shifted her hips and slid his organ into her wet folds. She felt his lithe body tense beneath her, and he threw his head back as the sensation of her pussy enveloping his cock jolted through him. He parted his lips with a gasp, and she could see the sharp white fangs. His eyes lost their focus and a twist of flame danced from his nostrils.

Thrills raced through her. His cock was strange inside her, filling her and pressing at her walls in a very different way than the ponies she was used to. The bulging, knobbed surface slid against her flesh, reshaping her pussy around its alien form and bringing her strange new rushes of delight. The conical tip probed deep within her, and she felt it suddenly spew forth a jet of wetness.

“Already ejaculating?” she asked, startled.

The dragon twitched his head to one side, shaking it. “Mere lubrication,” he breathed unsteadily. “And enticement. Do not rampant pony stallions lure mares by showing off such squirtings?”

“Not necessarily,” Celestia said, imagining stallion cocks firing off ropes of pre as voluminous as their ejaculations.

“Female dragons find both the scent and sight most arousing” he panted. “A male dragon must spray plentifully if he hopes to impress a female—though it is the nature of arousal to make such displays impossible to restrain.”

His hips shoved up against her, and she shivered as his shaft pushed into her. Waves of erotic pleasure rolled through her. She'd fallen back only slightly from the precipice the married couple had left her on, and each motion of his cock exploring her left her quivering.

It was an organ that had never been meant to probe the inside of a mare's pussy; it had evolved for an entirely different mate. And yet she enveloped it eagerly, her slickness laving it in welcome, thrilling to its strange touch. And he too pressed into her greedily, her own exotic cavern able to coax erotic thrills from his mismatched shaft. A perverse thrill over their unnatural connection shot through her loins. She was fucking another species. Birth control spells were irrelevant; biologically nothing could ever issue from such a cross to begin with. The act had no meaning beyond an expression of their wild and fruitless frenzy of lust.

And she was loving every moment of it. His foreign cock ploughed her depths relentlessly, his un-equine spillings painting her tender flesh. A hard shudder of delight ran up her spine, and her pussy clenched and quivered around him, urging him onward, thirsty for his seed which would be spent upon her in vain.

Luna stomped her hoof. “Sister, your sun! Do you refuse to lower your sun?!”

“N... no, Luna,” Celestia gasped. Her mind was hazy with the fever of lust that gripped her, but she still had enough presence of mind to reach out with her magic and forge a connection to the sun.

Energy suffused her, a breathtaking rush of power pouring from horn to tail, sizzling through her tired muscles. She quivered in its grip, the alien pleasure of the dragon's cock magnifying between her thighs until all she could sense was the thrilling feel of the bestial organ and the stimulation of solar energy invigorating every nerve. Waves of energy rippled across her hide, teasing her until her heart raced. Her pussy was aflame with desire, wetly sucking and clutching at him with powerful convulsions. Every stroke of his strange shaft against her walls sent wild jolts of pleasure shooting through her frame. She bucked her hips against him, riding him like a wild animal, her carnal need overpowering everything save the raw pleasure of her sex.

The intensity of her pleasure carried over to the dragon as well. He threw back his head, and a gout of flames shot from his nostrils. His hips shuddered and thrust into her, his cock jerking and casting more of his slippery pre inside her walls. He grappled at her sweat-slick shoulders with his forelegs, the points of his claws pricking into her skin as his own ecstasy shuddered through his body. She could feel the strange bulbous head of his cock rooting deep inside her, sloshing the reservoir of stallion cum that filled her and rubbing at deliciously sensitive places. The knobs that lined his shaft were swelling and growing harder, swamping her in a rush of pleasure as their patterns raced against her walls, pressing into her with each thrust.

She edged the sun toward the horizon weakly, scarcely able to concentrate. Her body was awash with her sun's celestial energy, and equally awash with the earthy pleasure of rutting the dragon. The two elements combined within her to rocket her toward the explosion of ultimate ecstasy she desperately needed. She was the sun. She was a pony. She was hungry fire. She was yearning flesh. Heat flushed through her body, and for an instant actual flames flickered and licked across her coat. She gasped in sweet delight, bathing in the elemental power as it caressed her and teased her to even greater heights of pleasure.

She felt solar flares arc across the surface of the sun, echoing her own wild passion as she surrendered to the bestial lusts surging in her. Beneath her the dragon increased the pace of his thrusting, suddenly shoving into her with desperation. “Poooonnnnyyy...” he croaked, his voice scarcely distinguished from that of some crude animal. She thrust her face down to him, catching his mouth in a kiss, tasting his long tongue as it wrapped around her own. Behind her she felt his tail suddenly lash and wrap around one hind leg, its weight and pressure curving intimately around her thigh as he strained up into her.

Luna was talking, saying something about getting on with lowering the sun, but her words were meaningless in Celestia's ears. Out in the square, ponies were watching, but their stares meant nothing. To one side, the married couple were still fucking, the stallion eager to flood his wife's pussy with more of his cream and wash any traces of other studs out of her; but Celestia could not spare a moment's concern over the ejaculation that had been stolen from her. All that filled her now was the primal sensation of raw sex, devoid of any thought, a feeling that swamped her in a sheer, endless moment of thrusting, grinding delight. Her body was aquiver, lighting bursts exploding between her thighs and building ever closer to thunderous release. Her pussy drooled a constant stream of her juices, eagerly devouring the dragon cock. Sweat poured from her body, tracing its way down her muzzle and painting her haunches with wetness. At the same time, the power of the sun coursed through her and set hot swathes of fire rippling across her flesh that made her gasp in ecstasy. She was lucky it was a dragon pressed to her, whose own fires licked from his nostrils to tickle at her nose.

His lithe body shoved against her, lust blazing in his core. Jagged peaks of pleasure shot through her as his cock jerked and slammed within her walls. The power of the sensations overloaded her, swamped her with the carnal intensity of the moment. She was beyond any consciousness of her need to feel him cum, beyond the awareness of the overpowering pressure building within her. Only the exquisite moment upon moment of her flesh against his, her nerves singing a song of all-consuming bliss around him, constituted her reality.

But only for a moment could she sustain herself in that realm of erotic purity. She felt a wave of electric pressure shudder up through her thighs, and her pussy clenched down on the dragon's shaft with fierce spasms. His own cock throbbed powerfully in answer, and he cried out under her.

The dragon's cock thumped like a cannon between her walls, and before she could do more than widen her eyes, she felt the hot fountain of his cum spew forth. It shot with explosive strength, utterly different from the pleasant but comparatively modest spurts of pre he had been spilling. The torrent thundered inside her, hotter than any stallion's seed, rushing against her walls in a runaway geyser.

Something in her deepest core quivered and fluttered as the drake-sperm jetted deeply into her womb. She moaned, her voice entwining with the dragon's as her body clenched up, and ecstasy detonated through every fiber of her being.

She came, erupting like a volcano, the rush of pleasure sweeping through her with unstoppable force. Flames wreathed her body, her connection to the sun feeding into her peak and energizing every nerve into fireworks of erotic sensation. Far from being alarmed at the pyrotechnics, the dragon clutched her all the closer. Her pussy quaked around his spewing member, spraying her juices with abandon and dizzying her with the intensity of her orgasm.

The exquisite surge of pleasure overpowered her senses, leaving her drunk with ecstasy. Sweet explosions followed swiftly in her loins, rocking her body, and she gasped and jerked helplessly in the grip of a shattering release. Joy filled her with each throb and pulse of delight. Every time the dragon unleashed a fresh blast of cum inside her, she soared in dizzying rapture. The deluges of his semen flooded her pussy and spilled out of her, running around his shaft to squirt messily across pony and dragon thighs. Their emissions steamed in the heat of their congress, the vaporized scent of their blended cum billowing from the stage in a powerful erotic reek that sent ponies inhaling deeply or stumbling back according to their nature.

Celestia grunted and panted, her flesh at the mercy of the raw sensation overwhelming her. The sheer magnitude of her peak ravaged any capacity for thought. Her senses were overloaded in the rapture of her release, and for a time she felt she was defined by nothing save the electric shudders and twitches that passed through her muscles, the squirting convulsions of her pussy, the breathless ecstasy that carried her soaring with each fresh shot of sperm that rocketed inside her.

She reeled in euphoria, her entire body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through her with the flows of the dragon's sperm, until at last, the wonderful rivers of cum he poured into her ebbed and stilled. She was barely conscious by that point, and as she came down from the high of orgasm, so too did she collapse across the body of her partner.

Everything was a haze for a time after that. Somehow she instinctively finished bringing the sun to rest below the horizon. A pair of guards gently hauled her to her hooves off the dragon and guided her around the married couple, who she vaguely realized were still fucking one another, and led her slowly off the stage. Warm streams of sperm oozed from her pussy and dripped down her legs to leave a trail behind her with each step. She was weak-kneed, and her entire groin tingled warmly with a bone-deep feeling of satisfaction.

Only as she was guided to the edge of the square did she start to come back to herself, as a trio of young stallions (one still pimple-faced) came rushing up.

“Did we miss it? Is it over?” said the leading one in consternation.

“My sister's service-day to the ponies of Equestria has concluded with the setting of the sun,” said Luna, looking down her nose at the youths.

“Oh no!” said the second of the stallions. “We only just found out about it!”

“I missed my chance to fuck a princess?” wailed the third in despair.

A feeling of warm compassion filled Celestia's breast. She looked from the disappointed stallions to her sister. “Luna, they only just found out. Perhaps...”

“Absolutely not!” huffed Luna. “While we appreciate thy newfound sensitivity to the wishes of Equestria's citizens, the event is over! Besides, you can't even stand on your own.”

“Oh,” said Celestia, admitting the extent of her exhaustion. She turned her head to the trio of stallions. “I'm so sorry,” she apologized. She paused thoughtfully. “But, you know, I still haven't mastered all the ins and outs of this Maregna Carta document. I'm sure I may find myself being punished for another misdeed again all too soon. Perhaps in a mere two weeks.”

“Sister!” Luna snapped in outrage. But the sudden look of hope entering the eyes of the stallion trio filled Celestia's heart with a warmth that left her smiling all the way back to the castle and her bedroom, and the deep and honest sleep of a pony who knows she has made her peace with the law and paid her debt to society.

1,100 or 1,200 years later, 3:41 p.m.

“...And that, Twilight Sparkle, is why it's very important to read legal documents carefully before you sign them.”

“ASDFHJLSDKFALASDL!” said Twilight Sparkle.

“Really, sister, was it necessary to go into quite so much detail?”

“BVCBBZXNLDDFKL!” agreed Twilight Sparkle.

“Well, I simply wanted to insure the lesson would be impressed into her memory,” explained Celestia. She levitated a cup of tea and took a delicate sip.

The three alicorns sat in a private chamber in one tower of Canterlot Castle. An elegant silver tray covered in sweets rested on the table between them, alongside a fine, antique teapot that steamed gently.

“I think you may have broken her,” Luna said. “And what was that 'pure and honest sleep of a pony who has made her peace with the law' nonsense? You were constantly violating the provisions of the Maregna Carta. 'Oops, I seem to have misplaced the funds for the park in Whinnyopolis (MC Section 7, Subsection 14.A, misuse of public funds), I need to be reminded of my duty to service the ponies! Oops, I wore the wrong formal wear at the Filly Scout Jamboree (MC Section 3, Subsection 2.F, public appearance code), I need to be reminded to service the ponies.'”

“Draco Polo!” interrupted Twilight, a shellshocked expression still on her face. “In his Travels: 'The ponies of Equestria are by nature friendly, but upon my arrival in their capital, the the warmth of the greeting offered me by the co-queen of Equestria was of such startling intimacy that I fear any attempt to say more would cast my entire account into question.' Oh my stars, that was Draco Polo! You ff... you did that with Draco Polo!”

Celestia stroked her chin with one hoof. “Why, I suppose I did, didn't I.” She shrugged and turned to Luna “Luna... I've been meaning to ask, but... you didn't turn into Nightmare Moon because you were jealous of my time in the stocks, did you?”

Luna's eyebrows shot up. “You must be joking. I assure you, if I wished to indulge in your perverse hobbies, I would have arranged it.”

“Oh thank goodness. I was just worried you were troubled by how much less popular than me you would have been.”

The temperature of the room abruptly dropped several degrees.

“Excuse me?” said Luna, in a tone chipped from ice.

“Oh, err..”

“I can assure you, sister, that the quality of ponies desiring to make use of me would far outstrip the quantity of basement-dwelling mouth-breathers eager to make use of you.”

Twilight Sparkle interrupted nervously. “Pr... princesses, please...”

Celestia spoke through clenched teeth. “Wouldn't it be interesting to test that theory onstage, face-to-face.” She took a calming breath then, and forced a smile. “Of course, it's a moot point. The laws of Equestria have gone through considerable evolution since those days, I'm afraid.”

Deep within Twilight, some damnable spirit of pedantry reached forth and took control of her mouth. Horrified, she heard herself speaking. “Actually, the Maregna Carta still remains the foundational text of Equestrian law, upon which all later jurisprudence is constructed. Technically it remains in full effect.”

Absolute silence enveloped the room.

“I forgot to budget for the Nightmare Night Canterlot Candy Walk this year,” Celestia said, even as Luna confessed “I ate the nine-day cake the castle kitchen was preparing for your staff TGIF party!”

Celestia glared. “Have you any idea how long it takes to prepare a nine-day cake?!”

“I think I do!” Luna said defiantly.

The two of them rounded on Twilight. “As you see,” said Celestia, “there are two very naughty ponies here who need to be taught the importance of serving Equestria's citizens.”

“Oh no,” said Twilight. “No, no, no!”

“One must insure the stocks are constructed with comfort in mind,” said Luna. “I'm sure you can find a number of designs in the archives, a number of them with various intriguing... innovations.”

“I'm not going to oversee the two of you... doing... being...!” Twilight said.

“Twilight, a princess must oversee this punishment, lest ponies become confused and misunderstand the legality of the circumstances.”

“That's ridiculous!”

“I hope you aren't suggesting we go to Cadance,” Luna snickered.

Celestia giggled. “I'm sure the Princess of Love (in All Its Forms) would last all of ten minutes before she tried to join in. Obviously it requires you to guide us on the proper path to rectitude, Twilight.”

“Yes, Twilight, the Maregna Carta demands you act to prevent us from falling into tyranny.”

Twilight hunkered on the floor, attempting to bury her head under her front legs. “Can't I just go back to being a unicorn?” she whimpered.

But nopony heard her, as the other two Princesses were already eagerly planning out more details for their day of service.

Author's Note

For the record, the Canterlot Bukkake Society exists to this day (as the Royal Canterlot Bukkake Society.) The current clubhouse was constructed approximately 400 years ago and is regarded as an excellent example of the Canterlot High Trotcoco Style. Tours of the ground floor are available to the general public on alternate Tuesdays. Most ponies are unaware of just what the "RCBS" emblazoned in gold letters over the entrance actually stands for. Celestia remains a member in good standing, although she has not made an appearance in some decades, an oversight she hopes to rectify soon.