The rumble of the engine was Twilight’s constant companion as she sat in the metal cage that Tempest Shadow had locked her in. It had been at least an hour or so since her captor had locked her up and that hour had been occupied by her regret. She wished she had listened to her friends, had just stopped and thought about what she was doing, but asking “what if” was pointless. She knew what she had done was wrong and now she was paying for it. Her captor had called her on her somewhat naïve point of view, and she knew that friendship wasn’t easy or perfect, but she still had hope. Hope that her captor, Tempest, could see the light and find friendship.
Her thoughts swirled around in her mind until she felt a collar close around her neck and heard a leash being attached to it. As soon as the leash was attached she was pulled backwards and held against the edge of her cage. Twilight had no idea what was going on until she felt a stream of warm liquid pour onto her head. From there the steam arced over her head and landed on her belly and poured down onto her pussy. Her cheeks tinted pink as she saw the color of the stream and realized what was happening, someone was peeing on her and it was turning her on.
The warm stream flowed steadily down her belly and over her marehood as her hoof inched closer. She could reach just enough to start pleasuring herself as her the fountain of piss started to taper off. As the steam of golden water slowed, it trailed down Twilight’s horn. The sensation of piss hitting her horn, combined with her hoof-work, drove Twilight into a powerful orgasm. The first and second bursts of her marecum splashed across the floor of her cage leaving glistening streaks on the metal, the rest of her juices landed on and around her legs before pooling underneath her. Though as her orgasm hit her, her senses shattered and she was left in a listless state.
Once she was able to think clearly, Twilight found that she was chained up against the bars of her cage and that whoever had used her was gone. She felt worse than she had before, not because she had been used as a toilet but because she had enjoyed it. She was a prisoner, on her way back to Canterlot, where she'd have her magic taken and would likely be imprisoned for the rest of her life. Right now, she had no right to be enjoying such degrading and kinky acts. Though as much as Twilight tried to ignore it, she couldn’t, not while sitting in her mess. Seeing as she couldn’t do anything else, she tried to get some sleep.
Twilight woke some time later to the sound of armored hooves trotting down the stairs to her cage. She wasn’t able to turn her head far enough to see who it was, but the rhythmic steps of an equine gave it away. Before she could speak up there was a shuffling sound and once again a stream of piss splashed onto her head. This time it was focused on her horn, and the sensation completely overwhelmed her. Her marehood quaked and her cum squirted out, this time flying out of her cage and onto the floor beyond. Her horn sparked with pleasure and a magical burst splashed across the bars of the cage. This sudden orgasm caused her to blackout for a moment, and even when her vision returned it was distorted from the magical overload that accompanied her orgasm. In her daze she could have sworn she heard Tempest say, “Get used to it, it’s a long way to Canterlot.”
The orgasm had been strong enough to sap Twilight of most of her strength and before long she drifted off to sleep. As she slept, she dreamt of ponies lining up to use her as a toilet. Pony after pony peed on her, soaking her mane and coat, while others peed into her mouth and more still were pissing on her pussy. She was soaked in the warm musky liquid, drifting listlessly from orgasm to orgasm, until the dream changed. She was sitting under a golden waterfall of hot piss, a waterfall that felt a bit too real. As she drifted into consciousness, she realized that Tempest was peeing on her again.
Twilight groaned and spoke up in a somewhat half-hearted way as Tempest continued to piss on her, “Are you kidding me, Tempest? You come all the way down to the ship’s prison every time you need to piss, just so you can do it on my head. You have to have toilets up there! You even have a crotch hole just so-are you even listening to me?”
Tempest grinned and replied in a sing-song voice, “Open up your mooooouth~”
Twilight’s response to this was to pout as the stream shifted and splattered across her face. She kept her pout going for a moment before she opened her mouth and caught the last bit of Tempest’s stream, swallowing it greedily. Tempest smiled a devious smile and trotted out, but not before calling back, “Next time you’re drinking it all!”
As much as Twilight wanted to, she couldn’t focus on anything but the thought of Tempest using her again. Twilight stewed in her desires as she slowly rubbed her marehood and waited for the dominant mare to return. Working herself slowly only drove her arousal higher, having brought herself to the brink of orgasming a total of four times before the sound of armored hooves returned. Tempest must have known that Twilight was enjoying herself, as her armored hooves beat a very slow pace into the room and down the stairs to Twilight’s cage. The tall dark pony finally approached the cage and took hold of Twilight’s leash before unbinding her from the bars of the cage. Pulling the princess around so that her face was pressed against the bars, Tempest pressed her plot against the lavender princess’s face.
Twilight was quickly acquainted with Tempest’s marehood as it pressed against her muzzle. Doped up on her repeated edging Twilight opened her muzzle and encompassed Tempest’s folds just as a stream of piss started flowing from them. Tempest sighed as Twilight started to drink down her golden waters, keeping her stream steady in order to make the princess drink it all. It had been a couple of hours since she had last used the toilet, and all the while she had been filling her bladder. Tempest was loving having the princess downing her piss, hearing that purple pony gulping down her salty piss was incredibly arousing.
Twilight was delighted at how much piss Tempest was giving her, likely because Tempest had a bigger bladder than the average pony. Unable to help herself, Twilight’s hoof started going to town on her marehood as she continued to drain Tempest. Soon however Tempest’s bladder began to run dry, and before long the stream of salty piss stopped, but Twilight wasn’t done. Twilight’s tongue worked her captors marehood, teasing the clit and occasionally delving in as deep as possible. The princess’ hoof continued to work while her tongue danced and teased the dominant mare.
Tempest was close, and as the pony servicing her peaked, the cries of the lavender mare pushed her over the edge. The armored mare pulled back as much as she could and squirted marecum all over Twilight’s face. The musky cum splashed messily across the caged mare’s face, streaking up into her mane and down her neck, leaving her looking like a whore-princess. Twilight couldn’t care less as she basked in bliss of her own orgasm, as her control over her body slipped and she wet herself. Her marehood leaked golden piss, soaking her thighs and pooling underneath her as she collapsed into the puddle.
Tempest left the princess like that, not caring about the mess as she tiredly started towards the exit. She would clean the princess later, but for now she needed some rest. She cast a look back at the lavender princess before she left, the princess was splattered with marecum and sleeping in a pool of her own piss and cum. Twilight looked like a whore, and Tempest burned that image into her mind, proud of herself for how well she defiled the mare. She was sad that they were already back in Equestria, she really wanted to do more to the caged alicorn. Perhaps, after the Storm King had his stalf and returned her horn, perhaps themn she could do more.
Twilight lay there, in her cage, sleeping in the puddle of her own making, with only the sounds of the engines to keep her company. As she slept, she no longer worried about reaching Tempest, because if friendship wouldn't work, perhaps sex would. So she slept, content that things would work out, one way or another.
