The veil of civility lifted from the woman entering her personal gym like a weight from her back. Coincidentally, she was here to work on that exact muscle group. Her secretary, Raven Inkwell, flipped the page on her steno notebook and continued her continuous reports. “And after that,” she said, stepping into the locker room, with only one locker. “You have an opening for the Honorhall Orphanage in Oldtown. Security will be patrolling in plainclothes, so you have nothing to worry about. Then it should be dinnertime, and Princess Markys of Marecedon has declared she would enjoy your company, and I have several restaurant suggestions, should the castle be somehow not to your liking. After...”
Celestia began undressing, her flowing summer dress coming off in a pile. She threw it into the locker and, in her underwear, began to pull her athletic wear out of her bag. It was rude, but she stopped listening as she discarded her sturdy bra, something she did not mind amongst current company. She stood and let her skin just breathe in the cool air, a rejuvenating break from the endless meetings and planning. The ruler was never surprised when the meeting to plan the meetings this year was postponed due to poor planning.
She lifted her E cups, smirking to the MILF in the mirror. She flexed, looking through the gap between her strong, bronzed thighs, her hourglass figure, her almost flat stomach, oh so close to her goal. She could not wait to eat ice cream again. The princess gazed through the triangle made where her toned arm met her hip. The sweet girl with her long black hair done up in a bun, matching her smart glasses and slim, professional blouse and skirt looked up in the reflection to meet her gaze.
“Princess?” she said, drawing the dreamy monarch to the present. “We don’t have time to self-admire in the schedule. In precisely thirty-two minutes, princess Cadenza will be by for her weekly princess mentoring.”
“You don’t have to remind me of that,” she said, her breath warm through her glossy lips. Celestia bent and stepped into her compression shorts, feeling sexy as they hugged her round ass, the lycra biting into her thick thighs in that juicy way. Next was her compression top, a nice, soft, elastic sports bra. It, too, sank into her flesh, squishing her heavy breasts to her torso. “I’ve been looking forward to this mentoring session, Raven. I think little Candy is ready.”
“For…” Raven asked, eyes dipping to those round globes clad in black peeking through the sides of Celestia’s mutilated t-shirt as it fell over her compression top.
Celestia filled her palm with her daily vitamins and supplements, knocking them back with her pre-workout with practiced ease. “Ah, the show, Raven. You know the one.”
“T-twelve in… but princess, isn’t… she…” that pale face grew flushed, and Celestia thought about how much cuter little Raven was because of her normal properness.
“Blood?” Celestia answered. “No. She’s not born of alicorn blood, she’s an ascended. Not many know that, keep it that way,” Celestia said matter-of-factly, starting out into the brightly lit weight room and disclosing a quasi state secret as if it were plain as the sun rising in the East. She entered her little castle gym and plucked up the remote by the treadmill. Heavy, fast paced music blared from the speakers, and Celestia drank deep, finishing her fruity pre-workout. “Mmm, little Candy ass,” she mused, watermelon candy flavored BCAA’s, creatine, and caffeine getting her body all tingly. “She’ll be great,” she said, staring to Raven as she lifted her heel to her butt, stretching her leg. “I know you remember your premiere.”
“It was just a year ago,” Raven whispered, chewing her cute little bottom lip. This placed her favorite assistant at nineteen as of a month prior. Celestia remembered well how those soft lips felt. She shifted legs and bounced on her toes, her boobs following and jiggling. Celestia sat in the air, squatting deep, her back showing perfect form and strong muscles. She launched herself up high and grabbed the pull up bar on the exterior of the squat rack, hauling her thick body up. She hissed an exhale as she cleared her chin, then kept going, shoving her way higher, managing a muscleup, eyes devouring the slut in the mirror powering her body up. She held it, shaking, staring at her large breasts, her glistening bronze skin, all supported on her locked arms, the rest of her body hanging down. She wished she had time for a warmup, she’d feel this in her triceps tomorrow.
She dropped with a heavy thud on her sneakers and turned to look at Raven, still standing there, soft legs in pantyhose pressed tightly together at the knee. That pencil skirt was causing a stir in the pent up princess. ”Thanks to your research I’m pumping twice as many ropes,” Celestia purred, speaking casually still, the prim and proper Raven going red, her inner fire a coal waiting for jet fuel, the princess knew so, so well. She kept nudging the barrel of petrol closer. “We better go through the checklist, just to make sure I’m at peak performance.”
“Yes, princess,” she muttered, flipping to the last page of her well worn notebook. “Pygeum.”
“Check.” She began empty bar squats, getting her legs ready, feeling her magical panties dig into her pussy.
“L-Argathane.”
“Ah, check,” she said, standing and throwing the barbell onto the rack with a clank, finishing her pre.
“Zinc.”
“Fucking check,” she laughed, adding forty-five on each side, groaning as she thought about that girl.
“Celery.”
“Salad was all celery bits, and it’s starting to get old,” she mused, going deep and launching up five times, looking at her hips with proud lust. “Can’t we sub that out for something else?”
“I haven’t found anything that would… increase volume in bulk. Oh, would you like a fill-up?”
Celestia nodded, standing to add another pair of plates, the tablet computer in her mirror telling the princess that today was the day to squat three-hundred-fifteen pounds. She was excited for the new personal best. She took a long drink of water, keeping up with her moderately excessive hydration schedule. Another five to warm up, she was feeling ready.
“Pineapple.”
“Mmm, I forgot pineapple,” she grunted, huffing as she got her blood pumping, standing and adding another set of plates, the three on either side looking imposing. She paused to drink in the sight of her body holding this weight with the bar on her shoulders, not neck, her legs feeling so powerful.
“I’ll have some brought to the mentoring session.” Raven came close behind, hands hovering close, the girl trained very well to spot her princess when she needed it.
“Very good,” Celestia grunted, legs wobbling as she pushed, pushed, pushed! “Ah! Fuck, yes!” she hissed, going again, her second rep smooth and deep, like the first. She sang her grunts, feeling so hot, her skin growing wet with sweat, her perfect skin glistening bronze. She dug her hips down and launched back up, tongue coming out of her hot mouth for a moment as she sucked a breath. Celestia drank in the woman powering through her heavy workout in the mirror, moaning richly as she set her bar down, ticking off the new PB on the screen. “Mm, Raven, when’s Candy’s eighteenth birthday?” she asked, panting hard, pulling up a picture of the little princess in her cheerleader outfit on that wall mounted screen. Cadence insisted on going to high school for a year after she got her powers, Celestia never fully understood why. A boy, perhaps? Either way, it was fantastic PR, and Celestia applauded her for that alone.
Raven checked another pocket book and answered. “May twenty-third, princess.”
“So long away,” she pouted, smiling and redoing her set of five, thighs and buns on fire, hurting so good! She panted, sighing, marking the calendar on the screen with a great big blue heart. “You know we’ll have to shoot a very special episode in ten days, Raven.”
* * *
After Celestia rinsed off and magically fluffed her long pink, blue, and teal hair, she exited the sun-baked west wing for the cooler halls in the north. Her heels clicked, her second dress of the day more playful and light than her ankle-hiding garment from the morning. The hem showed a slight glimpse of cleavage. The snug contours of the bright yellow cotton hugged her well-supported breasts, the real eye-catcher were the round curve under her globes. Her hips were bare on the sides as her dress came open, held together by golden clasps and hanging ribbons down her sides, down to mid thigh on her right side, dangling past the knee on her left. She had to walk with her heels close together as well as sit carefully.
The princess matched the decor of the castle, or more accurately, it matched her. Every color complimented her summer, and she loved to dress up. A short, petite teen looked up as the tall wooden door swung open at precisely three-thirty. Her face brightened like the room as Celestia stepped in, purse first.
“Princess!” she sang, smiling wide, flashing rainbow braces on her perfectly white teeth.
“Cadence,” Celestia returned, smiling down to her and opening her arms for a hug from her favorite niece. She normally leaned away chastely and gently put her hand on the girl’s back, but today, she greeted Cadence like she did her boyfriends: weight on the balls of her feet, pulling herself into her chest first, letting Cadence’s collarbone support those healthy, warm breasts. “I’ve been looking forward to this meeting,” she said, failing to hide her ulterior motives in her tone.
The girl came away from the hug and fixed her bright pink and yellow hair, blushing, batting those long eyelash- oh were those fake? Celestia smirked, knowing a promiscuous little teen girl when she saw one. The makeup wasn’t perfect, smeared at the corner of her mouth. Celestia glanced at her dress and made sure she hadn’t gotten a stain. Little Candy was kissing boys. “Thanks, princess, I was, too. I,” she paused, sitting back down, patting her short plaid school uniform skirt.
She’d have to wear that, oh yes…
High windows with semi transparent curtains lit the room. A bright tea green wallpaper matched pale white and gold gilded furniture, making this her favorite little meeting place.
“I wanted to talk about something specific, this time,” Cadence said deliberately as her magic poured a cup of tea from the fine china.
“Anything you’d like,” Celestia said, sitting, carefully on the soft chair opposite Cadence. “This time is just for you and me.” She couldn’t wait for the twenty-third, Cadence needed to be ravaged NOW!
As the nearly legal teen took a breath to collect her thoughts, Celestia anticipated some trivial and silly thing girls worry about: boys, homework, parents, whatever. She was distracted by the way that inhale swelled her smart little blazer. “It’s about Shining Armor.”
Typical. “What about the boy? I adore his little sister, she’s a proper prodigy, without all the better-than-you attitude.” Hot dad, too, real suave professor type.
“Oh I LOVE Twilight! She’s fantastic, I, um, we agree.” She giggled, oh it was so adorable! “But you know I’m going steady with him,” she said, looking down and away, pulling her long bangs from her eyes. Those would look splendid… Celestia bottled her thoughts, put that bottle in a treasure chest, and cast it off the side of the ship. She pushed her thighs together. “I, um… you promise this won’t leave the room?” she asked and sipped her tea.
“I swear, Cadence. You can trust me.”
Celestia impressed herself with her motherly tone, sometimes. “I… I kinda… kissed another boy from another school.”
The older princess sat up and kept her face straight. She couldn’t care less, honestly, well, not entirely. She loved that little Twilight, she truly did, and Cadence was like another daughter. Shining Armor, then, was like another member of her family, the one made in these young women. However, though there was no marriage yet, he was most similar to a brother-in-law, and of course, he didn’t share all of his siblings or teen crush’s intelligence or grace, respectfully. He rather lacked them, in fact. As Celestia let the silence brew, she struggled to find much positive. Still, it was a good match, and he’d make an able prince, most likely. Well, he was a little simple, not that tall, the list went on. At last, she got her wits to the topic at hand. “This other boy, was it a drunken fling, or is he courting you under Shiny’s nose?”
“Drunken?” Cadence spat, shocked. “I’m only seventeen, princess, I can’t-”
“I may be a lame grownup, but I know what happens during teenage years. You have urges, you want to find out what makes you unique, your identity. You want to explore and fight and learn, it’s perfectly natural… I’d say required, to some degree,” she added with a laugh, pausing for a sip of warm tea. “Oh, but don’t let me make light of your concerns, Can-Cadence,” she said coughing, hoping her slip of the tongue would be excused by an errant drop down the wrong pipe. She added another sip of tea for good measure. “I’m a woman, I just might know what you’re feeling,” she added, leaning forward to touch the teen’s bare knee, the soft skin between her high sock and her skirt. “And I was a false eyelash batting teen once upon a time.”
Cadence cracked a smile, yet it did nothing to cool her. The younger lady swallowed, eyes wet. She was obviously broken up inside. “But I betrayed him, princess-”
“You did what you did,” she whispered, taking that hand with the nails, painted with smiley faces and rainbows. It was something she remembered pre-teen Cadence liking. She was perhaps regressing, or perhaps just having fun. It was a minor detail and she chose to ignore it and focus on the softness of her skin. “Have you talked with Shiny?” she asked, using Candy’s pet name for him.
She shook her head, sniffing. “I still don’t know if I want to… but when I kissed Megalo-”
Princess Markys’ son! The prince was a bachelor from a far off land, exotic, tan, with a stubble that aged him, and taller, too. She knew exactly what Candy saw in that boy.
“It was just, it reminded me of me and Shiny’s first kiss. I felt SPARKS! I felt butterflies, I haven't felt that way with Shiny in a long time. Princess, and, and something- something else, I,” she took a deep breath through her mouth. “It was like it was suddenly a hundred degrees, I, I-I didn’t, I couldn’t not, he touched… my legs, and went higher, he touched… me there.” Cadence was barely breathing, on the verge, but she still had a watery smile. Oh, the bliss of adolescence… a little heavy petting was fresh and hot and exciting. Celestia wished she were so tame herself, momentarily feeling guilt for her plans in store for the little virgin before her. She was a virgin, she hoped, yet she had her doubts. Tall, dark, and handsome may have stormed the gates before her knight in shining armor was finished getting ready.
“Has Shiny?” she asked in that low way that usually came with a nudge from an elbow.
“No! He says he’s nervous, we should wait til marriage.” Cadence swallowed. “But we’re not married. We don’t HAVE to be, either.”
“To have sex?” Celestia asked plainly.
“That’s not what I was saying!” Cadence blurted, spilling her tea. She set the cup down and wiped her hands on a kerchief with a higher thread count than most people’s sheets. “I was saying, Shining and I, we don’t have to wed, right? Not just yet. I can still choose. Right?”
Celestia sighed. Silly teen hormones were trying hard to spoil her plans. “You’re right,” she said sweetly, hiding her frustration. Cadence had a choice. She had the choice to marry Shiny by her own will, or Celestia would make it happen through… more nefarious means. Marrying that uncultured, dirty Marecedonian would be like a poodle marrying a bulldog. He was handsome in the way a dirt covered soldier, or a grease-coated mechanic is handsome. The muscular, vile properties were enticing, oh she knew, but she wanted to keep Equestria Equestrian, for now. She didn’t want to muddy the politics of her own nation with pressure from the in-laws.
“You’ve got a lot to consider. And you’re seventeen, Cadence,” she said, hoping to appeal to her, knowing those rebellious seeds were growing. “You’ve got these chemicals flooding you called hormones, I’ve got them, too. I want these pleasures from handsome men, believe it or not, little lady. And if I said the unwed yet to be ruler princess of Equestria was a virgin, well, I might as well as tell you the sun sets because the world turns and not by magic!” she laughed.
Cadence smiled meekly, perhaps Celestia was getting through to her. Perhaps Cadence was feigning acceptance. “This boy, he’s just a fling, a snack. You’ve felt what pleasures the flesh can bring,” she purred. “And it’s so sweet. But even more sweet is love, you know, that thing you’re kind of all about?” Celestia said, drawing out a bemoaned laugh from the teen. “You’re suffering from that disease called being human. I am, too. But let’s be strong, together, and keep our eyes on the prize, and keep true. It’s a tall order, I know, and all I can do is beg you to keep with Shining Armor. He’s a goof sometimes, but he’s a sweet boy, and you two have real chemistry, real love, and such a bright future!”
Candy sniffed and looked up. “So… am I really supposed to swallow his, you know, stuff?” she asked, blushing. “That’s what Megalo said. Good girls swallow.”
“Oh, boy. Oh, Cadence, ah, that’s,” she smiled, blushing at the sudden question out of left field. Part of her wanted to answer honestly and say ‘duh, you dumb slut’, but the princess took a sip and gathered her thoughts.
May twenty-third, just a week and a few days, that’s all she had to do. She almost jumped from her chair when the servant knocked and entered, carrying a tray of fresh pineapple. Celestia skipped the fork and plucked a large chunk up in her fingertips, popping it right in her glossy lips. She savored the sugary fruit, knowing Candy would figure out why she ate so much soon enough.
Cadence smiled and accepted another cup of tea poured for her; Celestia waved the servant over and whispered that she’d like hers ‘Lyrish’.
* * *
Celestia winced and massaged her tricep, sore and aching. “Why did you let me go for a muscleup to warm up again, Raven? I was so sore last week!” Celestia asked, sitting on the shower bench, her assistant in her bathing suit next to the princess in her birthday suit.
“Because you’ve not had an orgasm in ten days, your highness, you and I know you get testy,” Raven said, ticking off her checklist on a waterproof notepad, her glasses folded and hanging from her bikini top. “I don’t need to remind you that it’s a far cry from your usual three to six ejaculations a day. But I will.”
The princess lifted her aching testicles, hanging low in her sack, large as honeycrisp apples and heavy enough to be worthy of vanity. “Oooh, they’re so sore from disuse, but my muscles get sore when I work out. I’ve wondered why that is for so long. Do you know?”
Raven scribbled on the next page, then flipped back and folded the previous page diagonally in half, marking its completion. “I’ve written a note to ask a reproductive health expert at my next opportunity. Cadence seemed troubled upon arrival to the castle today, Princess,” the expert of efficient conversation said, pulling her long hair from her face.
Celestia stood, wincing as her thighs wobbled, a new new record set today at the squat rack. She circled around and laid her heavy breasts on Raven’s shoulders, a surefire way to get her blushing. That redness deepened when Celestia’s uncut, erect cock slipped up her back in the valley of her spine, dragging from her secret tattoo above that pert little butt to those shoulder blades. “What do you think is on her mind?” she asked, hips gliding up and down, tracing the curve of Raven’s spine with her throbbing cock. “Your attention to detail is so useful.” Celestia casually ran a finger along the cusp of one of Raven’s young, perky breasts.
The assistant swallowed above the dull crash of a duo of hot showers around them. “Oh… Her makeup wasn’t smeared like last week. In fact, it looked even more flashy,” she said, shivering, eyes looking back over her shoulder.
“You look so sexy with your hair down. Keep it in that bun, it makes it better when you do let it hang, Raven.”
“Perhaps she was trying to impress that young prince? You know Markys hasn’t left for home yet. He’s bound to be around, perhaps hunting to steal the mate from the alpha from under his nose, like sharks or lions are known to do.”
Celestia stood, nostrils flaring. She knew her compatriot in the leadership of nations had extended her visit, citing an interest in the local flavor of a town called Ponyville. Could that young stud be SPOILING her harvest, merely one night before reaping time?! “That little prick-”
“His shoe size indicates it is far from little, your highness.”
“VERY ASTUTE OF YOU, RAVEN!” Celestia barked, storming off. She left her assistant to turn off the showers while she angrily dried off, her long, veiny cock dripping more than showerheads. Celestia chugged her protein and supplements in the nude, then opened the mini fridge in the wing of the little personal gym, devouring a long stalk of Celery. As she chewed, her magic dried and dressed her, today in a slim dress that looked vacuum-sucked to her narrow waist and wide hips, her panties magically hiding her secret. She even showed a cameltoe when her right thigh was lifted and showing off her panties, the fabric so snug.
Raven caught up to the princess walking towards the door, that snug dress keeping her steps short. She looked at her hip and saw the split only came mid thigh. “Raven,” she said, and the world's best assistant, her hair in a bun, makeup smartly applied, glasses clean and square on her face, got to work rapidly cutting and hemming the side so the split reached just below her panty line. Celestia lifted her knee, and the pink fabric slipped free over her tanned skin, her long, strong leg coming out to play. “Oh, you’re a blessing,” she said, smiling, genuinely happy. But the tension was still there, right next to the fire in her heart. “Come, Candy’s waiting for us.”
* * *
Raven had them arriving on time, as always. “Princess!” Cadence cried, looking perky as ever in her school uniform. They hugged, and this time, Cadence hugged back, her C cups pushing into the bottom of Celestia’s strong E cupped bra. “Are you going on a date tonight?” she asked, giggling. “Or are you just trying to turn heads today?”
“You have to remind the people that you’re gorgeous once in a while,” Celestia shot with a cocky smirk. She sat, draping that long, bare leg over the other, acres of skin showing. “But you have to be coy, smart, and ‘safe for work’. This is a fine line you’ll learn to strut, if you haven’t already picked up some of the basics, like a little extra makeup, for example.”
Raven stepped away, fanning herself as she disappeared through the high door. Cadence threw her ponytail over her shoulder, batting her false eyelashes, eyelids sparkling like her lips. In addition, her tie was loose, the first button of her blouse undone under her blazer. “I’m practicing for the big day,” she said, a playful tone in her voice.
“Is that so?” the princess asked, her thigh flexing, showing her strength. It wasn’t fully intentional. She picked a piece of pineapple out of the bowl, laid out for her this time. “Do tell me what’s on your agenda, little miss seventeen,” Celestia said, gulping loudly
“Not tomorrow!” she chirped, giggling like a little girl. “Oooh, I made up my mind. I know, you said Shiny’s what I need in life, buuuut,”
Oh no.
“Megalo used his extra day here to ask me on a date! A secret one, tomorrow night, after the ceremony. Oh, I shouldn’t tell you, but I need to tell someone and all the girls at school talk too much. Should I do it? After the ceremony, of course.”
Celestia couldn’t help but grin. The teen in her screamed ‘YES!’ just because she was in a congruous situation, one thousand some years ago. The Raven Inkwell in her knew her schedule simply wouldn’t allow Cadence to be double booked like that. Celestia was ready for this. Any distraction would fail. She had an ace up her non-existent sleeve.
Celestia swallowed her second chunk and wiped her fingers on a kerchief. “Well, part of me cries yes because it’s naughty and cute. No, really,” she laughed, leaning in, her breasts hanging heavy in her dress. “But I’m afraid I have to steal you tomorrow evening. It’s a very well kept secret, but you must come with me tomorrow. I cannot share the details, but it is quite related to your coming of age.” Celestia’s voice dripped with savage, domineering intent. She couldn’t keep the boiling blood out of her tone. “There’s much more to being a princess than tea parties and castles, Cadence.”
The younger woman gulped, her face flushed. “What do y-you mean?” she asked, sinking into herself just the slightest bit, betraying her near perfect posture.
The bronzed marble column of a leg came over her knee, then down to lie parallel with her other thigh. Celestia shifted forward in her seat, oh it was so hard not to taste the birthday cake before the big day! “Don’t you worry, little Cadence,” she breathed, her lips coming near to the teen’s. She stared down at her, big gleaming magenta eyes staring down to those little violets.
Celestia sat back and laughed gaily, pulling the thundercloud of tension from the air, or trying to. Her heart was racing. She was a flinch from ruining everything. Even hidden by her magic little panties, she could feel her organ throbbing, flexing with need, sore despite the lack of exercise, or as Raven was finding out now, because of it.
Cadence took a little bit of pineapple on a fork and ate it, chewing slowly, still shifting in her seat nervously. She swallowed, a sound and sight Celestia savored like a drug. “So, princess,” she said meekly. “After this, will I be able to go on my date?”
“I won’t keep you,” she answered dishonestly, giving a giggle. “You must be petrified. Don’t worry, Cadence,” she said, laying a friendly, and she hoped sisterly, hand on the younger woman, who was beaming up behind eyelashes that looked heavy to haul around. “My aunt put me through this little ritual when I was your age. It’s nothing, really, think of it like a little bonding time between us!”
* * *
The ceremony was torture. Raven and her crack team kept the festivities organized, regal, and, well, festive. The grand ballroom was host to the highest order of get togethers, and a princess’ coronation was hard to top. The hor d'oeuvres, champagne, music, ice sculptures, entertainment, and attire reflected the formality of the occasion.
Procession after procession of young man came to give Cadence their name and smile, the boldest, and somehow most pathetic, suitors kissing the known to be taken woman a kiss on her glove. Celestia was hiding white knuckles in her own sparkling gloves, always standing near her beautiful protege. Princess Mi Amore Cadenza was soberly and gracefully keeping up with the mingling, never failing to attract a crowd with her bright, metal-glinted smile. Celestia couldn’t help but fall behind. She was rather distracted, imagining tonight, sipping wine instead of enjoying it like she usually did at these often dreadful ballets of high society.
The usual perverted and rudest geriatrics, nobility and economic juggernauts who populated high society, were the most eager to meet the agonizingly beautiful teen, now officially the princess of love. This was despite the fact she flaunted her handsome hanger-on, the young Cadet Shining Armor. And then he had to go on and muck it up with his adorably traditional, one knee proposal. It stole the evening, and Celestia loathed the distraction. She smiled, shedding a real tear despite herself at the sight. Her heart fluttered, not stone after all, with joy, pure elation at the young woman’s squealing, jumping acceptance. The two embraced, and there weren’t a still pair of hands in the ballroom. She did not see princess Markys, yet her horndog son was sparsely about. The sly teen was like a circling hawk.
Damn Shining Armor, that little prick. They’d be married soon enough, but tonight…
Tonight, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza had a film set with which to grace her presence.
Author's Note
I hate author's notes, but here I am explaining that "Lyrish" is my attempt to incorporate a horse pun for Irish. Ya know, Irish Coffee? Oh come on, it's funny.
“How’s the lighting?” one techie scurrying through called out to another as Celestia blew kisses in a third helper's pocket mirror.
She smiled and looked up, almost happy with the slut in the mirror. “More eyeliner, make me look like a Pharoah.” The artist obliged, expertly not messing up when Celestia flinched from the bright lights flashing her. The woman batted her eyes when the girl was done with the work. "Absolutely slutty, thank you," she sighed, taking forced deep, slow breaths. Otherwise, she'd be hyperventilating. Celestia at last stood and let the stage be set.
She strolled away on painfully tall heels, nothing she wasn't used to, her pantyhose riding her dark legs until they hid under her authoritative pencil skirt, slashed up the side. She still had to take small steps, the snug thing digging into her muscular upper thighs. Her cozy magical panties were replaced with a thong, pink, that rode over the hem of her skirt, imbued with that same magic to keep herself decent. Her white blouse was tucked in, done up to her collar, buttons deserving a medal for the herculean effort of keeping her big breasts inside. She was afraid to inhale deeply.
Celestia let someone stop and adjust her tie, then he scurried off to fix another thing. "Timeline?" she barked at her new assistant, wearing a similar outfit to herself. However, Raven's slender body did not do it the same justice. The girl actually looked professional.
"Princess Cadence is on the way now, princess. As soon as we get her suited up, we roll." Raven was flushed red from neck to her hairline.
Celestia bent slightly and laid a wet kiss on her forehead, careful of her cherry red lip gloss. "This is your fourth time on this side of the camera, Raven," she whispered, touching her in a way that would never be accepted in the castle. It was well, then, they were in a mansion in the valley, one that bathed in cool moonlight on this warm summer night. The stars shone through the three story tall glass windows, providing a scenic backdrop to the well lit set. A large oak desk and a smaller, old writing desk were borrowed from a school in none other than the sleepy hamlet in which Markys was staying for her final night.
Raven shivered, her knees buckling. It took a massive force to get her to break her stoic facade. "I remember well, princess," she whispered, eyes drifting to Celestia's lap.
The older woman stood and held her in a side hug, watching her dozen or so workers get everything right: last minute cable management, set moving, logistics, drink runs. Celestia nodded as her vodka red bull finally came in a cheap glass. The princess didn't mind, it was a good change from the crystal she knew too well. "Do you think it's fucked up?"
"How you coerce girls on their eighteenth birthday and fuck them like gutter sluts on camera for your little internet show? Not at all, Princess," she sighed.
"If you're trying to talk me out of it, that ship has sailed, Raven. Would you do it again? Accept the invitation, I mean." Celestia continued her gentle fondling, her cock raging in another dimension.
The smaller girl leaned into the embrace, her little non-notebook wielding hand sliding up the inside of Celestia's thigh. "Best sex of my life... and yes, yes I would, princess. If they were random girls... that's something else. Me, Fleetfoot, Sun Cross," she sighed, shivering. "Amethyst Aria!" she squeaked as she slumped against Celestia, panting. "Celestia, you fucked her-"
"Cutie couldn't WALK off that set!" Celestia huffed, swallowing hard. She flinched at a sharp shriek from Raven below. "Oh! Sorry!" she laughed. Raven pushed off and rubbed her now sore nipple through her shirt, fixing her bra through the dry cleaned cotton. "That little girl was a fun one, she's lucky I'm not invoking that contract's full terms, little idiot barely read that thing."
"Well," Raven huffed, fixing her long bangs, squaring her glasses. "She's doing well enough in the Academy of Gifted Unicorns."
"No she's not, I've read her report card," Tia smirked sipping her drink. "Slut wanted an easy entrance into the school, but I think she chose the hard way. Ahh.... Anyway, how long now?"
Raven checked her slim watch on her slim wrist under her slim shirt sleeve and looked up, glanced at those breasts, then up again. "Any minute, she should be rolling up the driveway now."
On cue, a sharp whistle rang out, and the helpers scattered to their hideouts, save for Raven. "Shall we?" Celestia spoke to her companion. The large doors to the foyer could be heard opening a room over, a clicking of heels on marble following.
Celestia emerged onto the raised platform looking like a teacher freshly dropped in a porno. She smiled down over the stone railing. The ceiling high above came to a dome, adorned with inlaid floral sculptures, all illuminated by an ancient crystal chandelier. The paintings of uniformed men on horses and portraits of beautiful women looked upon the teen standing on an imported rug. Celestia gazed upon a confused little princess in the cavernous white marble room, her engagement ring glinting on her bare hands. The girl had kept her gloves off, understandable. "Celestia!" she called out, smiling, her own assistants peeling away with practiced silence, easily unnoticed by the unaware. A hormone riddled teenager, drowning in stress and excitement, as well as the requisite amount of champagne for the occasion, indeed failed to notice the door locking behind her.
"Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, it is an honor, your highness," Celestia said, neglecting even a shadow of a bow. Her palms laid flat on the round stone railing, back straight, smug smile on her pouty, glossy lips. "Are you ready for your true inauguration, princess?"
The teen glanced to either curved stairway, fidgeting, nervous, then back up to the princess. She was surely processing a mountain of data, the true nature of things hidden behind a carefully crafted curtain, and Celestia alone held the drawstring. She could level this building with a magical blaze, and even that magic did not give her the rush of power as did the idea of what was to come. Fresh sweat began to form on her skin. She felt ready to fight, flee, or fuck. Cadence chose the staircase to the girl's left, and Celestia's internal coinflip was settled. "Ass it is," she mumbled to herself. Raven shivered.
She looked gorgeous in her sparkling dress, her hair still up in that regal, swirling arrangement. Celestia's was in a tight bun the size of her head, pulling all but her swirling bangs back. The princess looked down to her apprentice and quasi peer, drinking in the little cleavage she got to show tonight. That girl had the body of a cheerleader, and Celestia couldn't wait to throw her. "You'll have to change," Celestia purred as Raven offered her hand upon the top step.
"I see I've overdressed," Cadence remarked with annoyance, eyes dragging up and down her tall mentor. "Should I have been warned?"
"You were told precisely what you needed to know," she curtly replied, voice slow, quiet, and calm. "Your uniform is in the changing room. We will discuss the ceremony once you're dressed for the occasion."
"But I just HAD a-"
"Coronation!" Celestia snapped. "Not the traditional ceremony," she continued with forced calmness. Her dinner was biting back, she didn't have time nor patience for this!
"But-"
Celestia raised a hand. "I told you we had more to discuss, princess," Celestia said. "And the clothes will make sense in a moment. Chop chop, the night is still young!"
"It's past midnight!" Cadence shouted over her shoulder as Raven tugged her arm to walk away down the hall, heels clacking on the marble.
Celestia fanned herself as Raven leaned in, speaking barely loud enough for the ruler to hear. "Trust me, girl, you're going to love this!"
The door to the west hall closed, giving the princess time to sigh and bang a fist on the stone, which she immediately shook and inspected for chipped nails. "Prissy bitch!" she hissed. Tia swirled on her toes and clicked her way back to the set, getting the nearest cute girl and pinning her to the wall, making out with the little lighting specialist. She moaned back, letting Celestia invade her little mouth with her wet tongue, the royal hands mauling her tiny, adorable tits. She spat her out and sent her on her stumbling way with a vicious spank.
Another aide came, and Celestia accepted a small blue diamond shaped pill. She threw it back, washing her supplement down with vodka. It would be her last cocktail as she had to stay sharp, and hard, until dawn. She doubted she'd have much issue with the latter even with her secret weapon dissolving in her tummy. "Everyone, take staaaaation!" a woman called out, clipboard in hand. "Princess, we're ready," she said, pulling off her glasses. She wore a proud smile.
"Much obliged, Grace," she purred, fanning herself. "Hair?"
"Perfect, teach," the Manehattenite efficiently replied, standing on her tippy toes to give Celestia's bun a little pat. "Oh, glasses! Have we decided, princess? Yay or nay?"
Celestia took the offered red rimmed reading glasses and wore them low on her nose, checking out a small pocket mirror offered from behind her. "Hmm.... tacky, but I like tacky. Let's do it."
The golden haired woman nodded and looked over her shoulder, head snapping forward. "She's here!"
Celestia gasped so sharply that she dragged saliva down the wrong hole, sending her coughing into her hand. She swallowed hard at the sight. The plaid skirt fell to the girl's thighs to barely cover her panties, her white cotton socks coming to just above the knee, leaving a lovely little bit of milky skin showing, the snug socks squishing her thighs. Celestia hastily made a twirling motion with her hand to the main camera operator: get this on film! Cadence's heels clicked on the marble, magenta matching her snug blazer and plaid skirt. The shirt matched in that it was too small, perfectly so, and with the jacket button holding the top closed. She had a lovely narrow waist that was accentuated by the lines of her coat. Her tie was loose, her cleavage showing, her makeup slightly less whorish than Celestia's own. And, best of all, she had kept her diamond ring.
"Oh you're perfect," Celestia purred at the visibly furious teen. She recoiled from Celestia's painted nails coming for her shoulder. "That is understandable," Celestia smirked. "What's the matter, princess?"
"What is this?!" she shouted, voice cracking. She slammed her heel down. It made Celestia's mouth water. "I'm a princess, not a joke!"
"Cadence-"
"No!" she shrieked. "I'm ENGAGED, Celestia! I'm a fully grown woman and I won't- I won't do whatever THIS is!" She gestured to all the nervous men and women, standing at the ready with all the gear needed to shoot a professional production. Microphones, several cameras, one on rails, lighting gear to eliminate pesky shadows, the works. All of it told a grim story to the teen, yet Celestia had been here before. She knew what to do, she just hoped it would work. A bratty girl from the city she could coerce and make do her bidding; Cadence was another story. She was a pretty little princess, her darling little "niece", and she couldn't just shove her weight and make her obey, no. Cadence had to want this.
The ruler smiled in a knowing way. "Oh, Cadence," she whispered, looking her up and down. "You've always been quick, you know, and your frustration is understandable."
"I'm leaving. Where's my limo?" she snapped at Raven, an expert at remaining out of the spotlight.
The assistant opened her smiling mouth, but Celestia stepped in. Cupping Cadence by the chin, fingers digging into those perky, blushed cheeks, Celestia inspected her makeup artists' work as well as got the girl's full attention. "Gone. Not that you need to care. The driver will be back in the morning. You've got your ceremony to enjoy. It's tradition," she only partially lied. Over a thousand years ago, well before the invention of cameras, even electric lights, a teenage Celestia experienced a similar ritual. It was a faded memory now, one that flared in her mind, making her full lips twitch.
The princess' dominating hand was yanked away. "Well I don't care, I'm not doing- that! I'm not married, it's not right, and- and I'm a..." She looked around to the tens of people she didn't know, all eyes on her. "I, Celestia! I'm... a virgin!" she cried, voice shaking, followed by her body. Finally, the elephant was acknowledged.
Everyone was staring at her. Her big, watery eyes snapped from person to person, rage and fear starting to roll down her cheeks. "Celestia, you were my auntie! I trusted you completely, how could you do this?!"
It was time to change tactics. She felt the same pang of regret, of wrong, it made her nostrils flare and her smile grow.
"You might be a princess in the eyes of Equestria, little Candyass, but you're just a baby-sitting, boy-chasing child until you've seen what it is you must see and taken your new oath." She stepped closer, bending to the girl's level, until their foreheads met, her full volume roaring into that little face. The always level and regal woman raising her voice was a demon springing from the body of a gentle creature. "I won't hear another word, or else Equestria WON'T have another PRINCESS!"
With that, Celestia took the trembling girl by her tender neck and led her, ponytail and all, and thrust her to that little writing desk, pushing the trembling leaf of a teen to sit. "Posture," she calmly spat, and the girl was ramrod straight, still trembling. "Fix her makeup," she said, biting her lip and staring at the black smears about Cadence's eyes. Anger was drowning in terror. Celestia figured Cadence knew what was coming. She thought she did, at any rate.
"Camera rolling?!" she barked, sending the crew into a scurry. Indeed the red light was on, cameras two, three, four, and five all moving just out of the main shot.
Celestia breathed in, then delivered her practiced lines. "So, you've passed all your exams, Candy, and I understand its your eighteenth birthday," she purred, hips unable to keep still as she swirled her body to and fro, half sitting on the old, thick desk, feet crossed before her. Tia kicked her one foot out and crossed her legs the other way, toes dancing up and down in the air playfully. She toyed with a ruler, one hand holding the end, the other gracefully stroking the length. "Do you have plans with your little dork tonight?" she purred, pushing off the desk, heels clicking as she walked across the short distance, hips swaying wide. She laid her hands, and the ruler, on the writing desk to lean over nice and close to the mortified little girl. She put their faces inches apart, smelling the perfumed little doll staring up like a deer in headlights, cute pink glossy lips parted. "Well?" she asked, finger tracing up that tender neck, shadows of finger marks still across that pale skin. "Do you?" Cadence was made to look skyward. She gulped loudly, Celestia could hear and see that throat work, and her body grew hotter.
The teacher snapped the ruler on the desk impatiently, making Cadence jump in her seat. "I asked you a question, Candy," she said slowly, in her deep honey voice.
At last, the teen answered with a shake of her head. "Good, I have plans for you," she said, coming behind her, the ruler pulling her ruler up under her young breasts. Celestia purred and sighed, chin in Candy's long, soft, fragrant three color hair, long ponytail pulled back over the leader's shoulder. She groaned deep, hands walking down that tight body to undo her blazer. "You passed aaaaall your courses. It's been a long, hard year, Candy. I know you've put in," she sighed, "so much work, so it's time I show you how much I appreciate," she inhaled deeply. Her slender fingers danced to take that tie and pull it too tight, making the girl gag softly. "... my favorite student's work ethic."
She loosened that tie and walked back around, sitting her round ass on the little desk, trusting the sturdy cast iron frame could take it- she had already tested the thing of course. Her ass was center frame for a few creaking seconds. Tia scooted back and twisted her shoulders, wiggling left, then right, showing off her incredible body. "It's so hot in here," she moaned truthfully. The lights indeed were turning the poorly ventilated set into an oven. She pulled undone her own tight tie and let it drop over Cadence's face. The girl was so frozen in her watchful terror that she did not move her head to shake the silk free. Celestia let the camera drink in the shape of her back as she shed her blouse, letting the thing fall over the desk and onto the floor in a pile. She stood and spun, facing the camera and Cadence, her breasts spilling over her strong magenta bra like bread over the edge of a pan. Her stomach was the result of years of work, sculpted flat, tight, and bronzed to perfection.
She put a hand in Cadence's hair and made a fist, the girl gasping. "Why don't you show me what you're saving for that little boytoy of yours, Candy," she growled. With shaking little hands, Cadence obeyed, her ring glinting when she started at her neck. She looked away, frowning, her chin stroked by Celestia as she showed her little lacy pink bra. "Oh, that's so cute, Candy! It so matches your personality." She let her blazer go, and began shrugging her shirt over her shoulders with a whimper, but Celestia pulled it back on. "Yours stays on, dear. Now, on your feet, I need to inspect those panties, girl."
"But-!"
The ruler rapped on Cadence's knuckles. She hissed and took her hand back, then got up. She gulped again, sweat fresh on her soft, pale skin, her own little flat tummy now showing. She faced the wall perpendicular to Celestia and the camera, which would never do. A guiding hand on her hip made the teen face the audience. Her shaking hand took her skirt in her fists and slowly lifted. "I'm not wearing any," she mumbled, showing the world her freshly trimmed pubic hair. Pink so light it was difficult to see made a heart with a hollow bottom, as if it were inviting love in through the pointed end.
That detail wasn't in the script. "Oh that is incredible," she genuinely purred, breaking script herself by squatting deep down to stroke the hair with her fingertips. The lips just below were taut and symmetrical, perfect and pristine. Celestia graced the labia with her fingertips. Cadence shrieked and flinched away, trapped against the desk, Celestia's other strong hand held her thigh in place as she touched the freshly legal teen, the envy of every man in Equestria and beyond.
Celestia hissed as she got a closeup, along with everyone that would watch this later. Her fingertips parted those warm lips, showing there was wetness inside. Not a sea, like Aria had, but her body was still betraying her. Cadence was by a significant margin her least willing starlet. Still, she got her nose in that heart and kissed her lips with the utmost gentleness. Her arm fished under one long, slender leg and draped it over her shoulder, making Cadence sit hard on the desk and Celestia's shoulders. She moaned deep, breathing over those perfect lips. She kissed again, gentle as a butterfly, coming back to share the pink tint left by her gloss. Tia did it again, again, again, moaning to vibrate the silky skin and the warm flesh inside, growing deeper and more intense every time, kissing for longer each dive, sucking until there was a red blush in the inflamed skin. The tip of her tongue met the opening in the heart and traced down to tickle Cadence's hidden hood, then the little button inside, making the teen scream, hands shoving on Celestia's head.
Tia looked up and overpowered the girl's fighting arms by taking a wrist in each of her calloused hands, then making the little teen lean forward as her arms were yanked aside. Celestia opened wide, moaning as she dragged long, gentle licks despite the struggle. The princess let one of those hands go to move her fingers to the soft skin of her upper thighs. She clenched her fingers to pull the hot, soft skin apart to show off her perfect hot pink center. "Oh god," Celestia groaned, diving in tongue first. Fresh squeaks floated out in the hot air, a moan hiding in that warbling and horrified cry. Just as Celestia was indulging in the bright, fresh, hot, coppery flavor, the girl dug her nails into her scalp, making the princess below hiss with pain. She stood quickly and sent the girl fully onto her back, wrapping those kicking legs around her waist. The camera came in close. "Be a good- STUDENT!" The elder princess used her golden magic to push her own skirt down, then, lifting her hips so things would logistically work better, followed suit with her panties. From the nether sprang her state secret: a painfully hard erection that now dripped a trickle of precum onto the soft skin above Cadence's navel.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" the teen wailed, kicking and shoving on the desk upon which she laid with her hands, eyes glued to that behemoth.
Celestia cackled briefly, easily holding the premium teen in place around herself. "Ooooohohoh Candy, LANGUAGE!" she shouted, muscles working to keep the bitch in place. Her magic plucked up her ruler and laid it on the length of her shaft, the base against her bare waxed skin. The inch marks rode along the length, resting on hills made by a trio of powerful, snaking, crisscrossing veins, their geography like major rivers on a map. She had them named, once upon a time, but even that was too tacky for her tastes, their names forgotten. The width of the ruler failed to eclipse the shaft's girth along all twelve inches of length. The fleshen pole was not nicely shaped, no, the inflated looking log of flesh was not cylindrical, nor symmetrical. The underslung pump bloated out, bowing like a whale's belly, sitting widest below at two thirds of the length. The sides had a very slight left lean, turning to aim the bell shaped head just a degree or two left of center. Her helmet lip was a nice wide flower, cozy in a turtleneck of silky skin, pulled taut over her iron hard organ. The finale to her throbbing actor was a pink tip upon her pale length, a lighter, less sun-blessed part of her. Barely any of her glans was exposed and conducting heat through wetness into Cadence's body. A slow river of silky fluid rolled down that tight body to well inside that cute little innie belly button.
"Bigger than the dork, huh?" she moaned, magic undoing her bra, letting her massive breasts out. She wanted to keep it on, keep them from flopping around in the action, but she was way too hot, and Celestia absolutely had to grope her own heavy, sensitive breasts. She didn't settle, and followed suit by bending over to molest young Cadence, pulling her bra down, her little tits falling free, far perkier than Celestia's.
The struggling movements stroked her shaft along that little flat stomach, the hot skin felt amazing on her own, her tip painting like a brush all the precum she was pumping. "Well?!" she panted, standing and ripping Cadence's jeweled hand away from the desk. She put that tight fist alongside her cock, ring touching Celestia's thigh. Celestia took the length by the base and batted it against Cadence's forearm, wetness splashing the inside of that elbow, making the girl squeak. "CANDY! I asked you a question!" She shouted, laughing as she walked back, dragging Cadence with her. The larger woman used her heeled foot and kicked the desk to keep it from falling over as she pulled that girl off the surface to sit on the floor, flailing gracelessly to thump upon the hard surface. She stood Cadence tall on her ass, spine straight thanks to her fist in her hair. The teacher laid her huge, heavy, unsightly cock over that perfect and cute little nose, dripping on that wool skirt, white stains new on the maroon cloth. A trio of light taps of her length on those pretty eyes got her to gasp and shiver.
"It's bigger," she grumbled, squirming, a hand in her hair pushing until Candy's nose met the base of her cock, balls bouncing below that cute little sharp chin. Celestia humped her face to make those jewels, swollen and aching, hit that pretty toy. Celestia felt cruel and kind at the same time. Feeding Cadence her lovely sweaty flavor was freeing her from the bondage of purity. Of course, she knew the new black tears on her cheeks were genuine.
They made fantastic lubricant.
The teacher stepped back to give the girl some air. Her pretty eyes were smeared, a false eyelash beginning to come off. Fresh precum stood glistening on her skin, or was it sweat? She looked at her own member, seeing bits of wet fluid in the lee of those high sitting veins.
"What's his name?" Celestia sang, waving her cock without moving her hand, magic, or hips. Cadence inhaled a little inhale to reply, that's when she was fed hot, pent up cock. Her mentor stabbed the poor teen's cheek from the inside, fist holding that girl's ponytail like a slut handle. "Mmm, suck, baby, just think of this as a really, really, really thick milkshake. Ooooh, you're so warm and wet!" She purred, squeezing a breast in her other fist, relishing the sting of nails in her sensitive flesh.
Celestia swallowed hard and stood sideways to give a better angle, she even mopped strands of glued hair from the wet cheeks of her newest star. To her pleasure, her high, spine tingling pleasure, the sore-jawed princess's cheeks caved in. "Better than Galo, huh, Candy? I know it's better than your little Shiny, too, I'm sorry he's hung like a mouse in a blizzard. It's a shame, Night Light doesn't have a bad dick." Celestia laughed, then growled, making a black tear roll from one of those pretty eyes. Cadence moaned, giving Celestia a supreme vibration, head bobbing a she went up and down, stroking her amateur lips up and down that shaft. She was inexperienced, but not completely. "Oh!" she sang in her teacher voice. "Little paladin must LOVE you, Candy!" Celestia turned that head to stop the cheekjob and tried her luck with that throat. There was contact with it, Cadence's shoulder's buckled to line up-
"Good girl! Tia grunted and leaned in, not ignoring the nails digging into her thighs. She kept on, feeling her head starting to spread that throat open, diving down, down, then a cough that sent snotty spit out of the poor teen's lips and nostrils. Celestia relented and pulled out quickly so she could cough, magic catching the dripping mess and slapping it, hard, on that good girl's cheek.
"Fantastic work!" she purred, stroking her wet cock along those pouty, coughing lips, using her cock like a drumstick to lay a drumroll on those plump, pink little dicksuckers. She gulped, sweating and biting her lip, feeling close to release already. Celestia bent at the waist and invaded that poor mouth with three fingers, making her gag again, then drew her frothy, slimy fingers free. "Up, twinkle toes," she snapped, and the shaking girl obeyed. She even bent over, skirt rising up her waist, without a command. Was that a ghost of a smile on her lips? Celestia couldn't tell, she was too horny, and a little, just a little, drunk. She cupped that little pussy with her sloppy fingers and stroked up to her backdoor, making her little hidden moan become a sharp squeal of unexpected panic.
The girl looked back, pulling her hair from her face. "Princess!" she rasped, coughing once more. "You can't! I'm-"
"I can, and I will, Candy," she growled, showing her big, perfect, clenched teeth. Tia sighed out as her crown kissed that little virgin anus, she was so supple and soft. The girl squirmed and lifted a leg, foot on the seat. She didn't push off, however, the hand on her lower back not needed to pin her down. She reached back and grabbed her round ass as Tia moved both hands to those hips. "Don't worry, I'll be slow."
Cadence looked up from that huge shaft kissing and pumping precum over her rim. "It's going to hurt," she huffed, biting her big bottom lip.
The princess began to enter her "niece", slowly leaning in and bending over to cup Cadence's chin once more. She laid a wet kiss on her cheek, then again on her lips. Cadence kissed back, not shying away from Celestia's invading tongue. The elder moaned into the teen's mouth, hand sliding down that sweat and spit slick neck, holding firmly. "Only a lot," she whispered. "Princess."
Celestia swiftly hooked her elbow around that neck, ten nails digging into her muscular arm. She held the squirming girl tight and growled in her little ear. The camera got a closeup of that shining, sloppy, veiny length slooooooooowly slipping inside. The tightness pushed the hood back over her head, driving Celestia to grunt in savage bliss. She slapped that tight young ass hard, digging her own painted nails into her flesh. She shivered as she slipped up the trembling little toy princess, rocking back and forth whenever friction bit her shaft, introducing fresh oral lube.
"PRINCESS!" Cadence shrieked breathlessly, clawing at that arm, but it did nothing to slow the woman down. She lifted that ass higher instead of squatting down, arm flexing hard. The woman pulled free slowly, looking down to see the damage her cock left from only half entering her ass.
That perfect little backdoor was ajar now, shown off like an open house with her thumb inside pulling her open for the viewers' and her own pleasure. The princess spat on her own tip and entered once more, slicker, easier, just as slowly, diving past half now. "Doing great, Candyass, relax," she purred at the struggling little lady. Her efforts were becoming more pathetic. That shivering body was becoming less tense by the second. A glimpse told her what another camera angle knew very well: Cadence was about to lose consciousness. The matronly ruler kept her arm tight around that neck, not crushing her windpipe, simply throttling blood through the vital highways on either side of that adorable little neck. Celestia held and kept pushing, pushing, pushing, til her hips met that butt, following through to get every last inch inside that spread girl. Cadence felt heavier as she began to slacken, that tight asshole no longer quite as vice-like.
Celestia let go and let Cadence's head fall until her tummy laid flat on the desk, then yanked her ponytail like a chainsaw pullcord, making her gasp sharply and tighten right back up, much to Celestia's pained surprise. "GAH!" they both grunted in unison. Cadence pushed off the desk and rubbed her red neck, coughing and spitting on the floor. The little teen sniffled and looked back just in time to get Celestia's palm crashing across her face from behind. "ATTA girl!" she shouted, shoving off and slamming balls deep back into that ass. "Feels good, doesn't it?!"
The teen shook her head and coughed, still whimpering and shaking, refusing to respond, unable to hide her little moans at each ass-reddening hit. Celestia watched that face as she kept yanking that hair, snarling, drooling a little herself. She sucked her lips, then laid a wad of saliva right on Cadence's cheek. "That's my little student, such a good performance!" she purred, panting, sweat rolling down her sun-blessed skin. She pulled out and stroked her cock, letting the girl slump in her seat, shaking. "You could probably last a little longer. Not me, you're getting what I've been saving right now, little lady. Open that mouth, slut."
Cadence kept her head turned, slouching in her seat. "POSTURE!" Celestia snapped, and reflexively, she shot half upright. The last of the movement was slow and pained, succumbing to her order not like an obedient dog, but a terrified little bitch. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth a hair. "Ah ah, a good student goes the extra mile. Show me your throat, Candy."
She obeyed, not quickly. Cadence opened up just in time to avoid a slap she didn't know was coming. Celestia put the thumb of her weak hand in her mouth, moaning as she stroked with her strong hand. Three fingers dove in that throat to gag the slut, her other palm moved under her chin to catch what she gagged up. Celestia plucked the frothy saliva from her coughing lips and let it drizzle her veiny shaft, rapidly jerking off into that mouth that was once again thumb-hooked. Celestia squared her stance, leaning her shoulders back and her hips thrust forward, tip tapping that waggling tongue. "Hope you're fucking hungry!" she growled, shoulders rocking as she felt that pressure below well up, a volcano primed to erupt. The end was harder to reach than she expected, she felt like she was cumming, but about to, no, she definitely was orgasming! Celestia moaned out, ass tight and balls close to her trunk. That bloated pump below flexed, yet for painful seconds, no flow came. "Gah-aaah!" Celestia buckled, throwing her hips back forward just in time to ooze a wad of thick, jelly-like sperm, off white, frothy, white strands floating in milky, snotty muck. She moaned hard, lifting her cock to paint that forehead with dense, ripe cum. Her pump was flexing hard, and instead of blasting ropes with paper-shredding force, as she normally did, Celestia was dumping over bottles of glue. Her sperm smelled rich, she was jealous of Cadence and the cum flowing over her cute nose and lingering on her upper lip. The semen began to blast out more forcefully to her ultimate pleasure, splashing on the flinching little slut's eyeshadow. Celestia aimed downward to fill that mouth. She moaned and moaned and moaned as more and more and more cum flushed in thick jets to flood that pretty maw. Her ropes were wide as broomsticks. Streams that poured her wet ballsnot right in that gagging frown. Tia flooded that mouth and aimed higher to pour her cream over those cheeks, getting plenty in Candy's hair. Her ejaculation dwindled quickly to drips, laid in her soft bangs, which was used to clean the drying saliva from her veiny, still throbbing hard cock.
The camera moved in for a point blank shot of that teen gagging on cum, catching every salty, goopy detail. The lens focused on her neck and chin, both red, one with fresh bruises and the other with smeared lip gloss. The makeup was blanketed by frothy bubbles of sperm and saliva mixed. Her upper lip had a fantastic moustache of the very most concentrated ejaculate: yellow-white and unmixed sperm laid in a rapidly cooling mound under her nose, injecting it's fermented fragrance into the pathetic, quivering teen's sinuses. Atop that pointed and perfectly symmetrical little nose was a molten plastic layer of cream, with an offshoot oozing down her tense right cheek. Both eyes were glued shut, one fake lash barely hanging on the inside corner, its little plastic hairs laying atop a pillow of cum. The pretty little forehead still had smears where the first gelatinous, pent up spunk landed, having rolled to lay on the girl's jaw since then. She was plastered, stewing in that long-stored genetic soup. It'd take ages to clean the goop from her pretty hair.
The teen was not swallowing, too afraid to do a thing without an order. Celestia barely had to hold her hair to keep her nice and still. "How's it taste, Candy? Tell me."
"Growf!" she shivered, watery thighs pressing together as she sat. The teacher got to a knee and, cupping those wet lips below, sinking a single finger up into the princess pussy, she laid her own full lips apon the gasping girl. Celestia invaded that pretty mouth, dancing and toying and bullying Cadence's wet tongue. She moaned hard as she tasted her own ripened cum, so salty and rich, that organic, uniquely sperm-y bleach flavor quite strong. No wonder the little "virgin" hated it. The taste was ambrosial to the elder, however. She could taste a tang of fruitiness, pineapple did the trick. Sort of.
Celestia broke the kiss and savored the flavor she knew intimately well, attacking Cadence's pussy with a slow, probing finger, going long enough to show that Cadence's pussy wasn't virgin, wasn't before Celestia invaded. She gulped Cadence's saliva and her own seed, licking out the troughs of her gums to collect lingering sperm for swallowing. "Who took your purity, Candy?" she purred, adding a second finger to the squealing and gargling girl. "I didn't feel a hymen, little lady. Did mister tall dark and handsome steal it from me?!" she added a vicious curl, compressing her G-spot, making Candy flinch, swallowing aloud. She immediately gripped the edge of the seat and gagged hard, retching and coughing and sobbing. She spat continually, always into Celestia's outstretched palm, her fingers soaked in teen pussy and saliva. She gave Cadence a nasty smack across the face with her cummy palm. "Tell me, slut!"
The teen sat back, panting and coughing, a fresh red palm print on her ruined face. "No!" she rasped, coughing again. A gasp shot into the air, the ruler had resumed her penetration. "It wasn't, not- not Shini-oh!" She shivered. "Not Galo!" she whimpered. "I- Galo taught- me- ho-ow! Ow! To masturb-"
Cadence was hoisted in the air by fingers in her pussy and a fist in her hair, hauling her, kicking and dragging her high heels on the floor. Celestia planted the girl on her feet and took a half seat on the massive oak desk. "Do it," Celestia barked. "Touch yourself for me, bitch, show me what he taught you!" Celestia stroked her long cock, precum beginning to show at her tip once more, those balls now back to hanging loose.
The bruised and scratchy throated teen shivered hard, eyes gazing at that veiny monster. Her pretty teal eyes flicked to the shadowy figures outside the blinding light. She looked down, the same glow that kept her pale skin radiant was baking her, and the cum on her face was drying. She could smell the ripe cream, Celestia saw the way her nostrils flared. The teen lifted a hand to her pussy and spread her legs, biting her lip. She closed her eyes and sighed, spreading her slightly gapped lips, showing a vigilant cameraman her most precious piece of pristine purity. The teen panted, shoulders shaking as she dove into the pleasure. "That's good, Candy," Celestia purred, biting her own plump lip, watching her bloated cock belch a thimble of sperm that filled her hood, she held her cock tight and pushed to form her foreskin over the slit. She stood, walking slowly and silently closer to the teen tickling her first inch of her pussy.
The princess lowered her painfully hard cock until the tip simply kissed those lips, brushing against her fingers. Cadence shrieked in surpise, flinching away to land against a magical hand upon the back of her neck. "Princess!" the girl squeaked, sealing her twat with both hands. "You're so much bigger, and you're my auntie!" Her voice was tired, tiny, she was pouring sweat in this heat, just like her mentor.
"Not by blood, you know this, Candyass," the princess snarled casually, as if reminding Cadence her little body was fuckable. The little sheep flinched, a whimper trickling out of those glossy, cum glazed lips.
Celestia licked her forehead, mopping her tongue over that perfect skin, mopping her sperm around. She sucked a moutful up and chewed, so fucking thick, gummy, it clung to her tongue and teeth. She moaned, stepping in to push her wet, full balls against those fingers. She lowered her chin and pursed her lips. From them oozed her frothy, saliva sperm emulsion. The yellow-white froth fell upon her veiny shaft right in the center, dripping toward her happy trail, a single line of bright pink and blue intermixed, leading to her hard washboard abs. Celestia growled at the sight of sperm glazing her wet cock, rubbed in with her spare hand. She pushed and painted Cadence's midsection above her navel with her precum. "Look at that fucking thing, Candy. Look how deep in your guts I'm going."
She plucked both hands in a sweaty, slimy fist, ripping them from her poor pussy. Cadence shivered, throwing her head left and right. "No, NO! PRINCESS, PLEASE!"
Celestia said not a word. Her hood peeled back as that red-pink bell sank into those hot folds, hiding in those stretched, wet lips. Cadence shrieked in genuine pain, she was tight, TIGHT tight, even tighter than that little Aria three months ago. Celestia took those thighs in both hands, letting Cadence's nails dig into her bronzed sides, the closest she got to resisting. Celestia was spurred on, literally, by the sharp stings in her skin. Her own nails dug into Cadence's milky thighs and pulled them around her waist, stepping up to spear herself inside, only making Cadence's body scoot back on that slick, smooth desk. The push made her fat cock begin to bend backward, giving Celestia pause.
"Ohhh you're a tight one," she purred, hand moving to press hard on her abdomen, heel of her palm standing hard on her virgin womb. "Your babybag is gonna get fed today, bitch," she hissed, shivering herself. She felt so wrong, the whimpering and crying were sounds she had to sooth for years. That was until today.
Today, Cadence was a woman, a princess, and her toy.
Celestia stood tall as she plucked those thighs up, lifting that ass off the desk and sending Cadence tumbling backward, the slut catching herself badly on the side of the desk. Her back hit the edge in a way that made Celestia cringe. She thrusted forward and pulled back, shoving her gigantic cock home, spreading the gasping, crying girl wide open. Celestia stepped back to drag that body more on the desk, now slowly, deeply, sawing in and out. She stared at the sore looking lips, puffy and at their limit consuming that veined invader. Celestia beamed, drooling, breath reeking of cum, spit on her dripping chin. She kept rolling those hips slowly, Cadence wailing out now that she got a breath in her lungs. Her eyes stung, and she realized she was pouring sweat. Tia wiped her brow and began to really pump. She threw her weight into it, pulling Cadence around with ease. The little girl's eyes rolled for a moment as Celestia slid smoothly, snugly home, cockhead pushing that cervix inward.
The sweating little teen held her bruised side and stared upward, mouth agape. "So fucking huge!" she whispered, shaking, closing her eyes. She sat up and hugged her ruler tight, little breasts smearing saliva and sweat on the underside of Celestia's massive tits. Tia took a bite of that soft, fragrant, sweaty hair and hauled her throwable cheerleader body tight. She pumped her hips up and down, strong hands digging into that ass. Her back flexed mightily as she sawed her up and down, easily hoisting that sexy little body, slowly, defiling her, using her.
That was when Celestia knew she was going to cum. "FUCK!" she spat, pink hairs still in her clenched teeth. Her juicy balls flexed close, a camera caught the one exposed inch, spying the perfect flexing of her underbarrel. That pump juiced her balls, dredging up ripe, rich sperm, each rope shoving into that cervix like a hysterical crowd into a subway train. Swimmers packed and packed into Cadence's happy womb, splashing off the backwall, attacking that slut's cum-hotel. Celestia shuddered, hunching over as more and more erupted balls deep inside, until she lost her footing and fell to a knee, embracing that twisting little harlot. Cadence managed to shove away as Celestia fell into lethargy, failing to escape the older hulking woman's frame from pinning her. Auntie laid on her, sucking desperate breaths.
Just as Cadence, panting and wearing more Celestia's sweat than her own, thought she had a moment of reprieve to escape, Celestia began to slam her hips. The teen screamed in agony, eyes flittering, her tender neck the victim to a brutal sucking bite.
Celestia was growling, hands mauling those little tits, making Cadence's young, tight body bounce against the hard floor. She pushed off and slammed Cadence's knees into her shoulders, easily pinning her in a mating press. Celestia beamed down at her, a predator's toothy grin. Spittle flew into that pretty, black mascara streaked face from those big white teeth. Celestia's second orgasm came on the coattails of the first, joining it's companion in that full womb. This load from her freshly milked balls was half the size of the others, a single encore, which flooded into that cunt, too much pressure in her uterus. "Now you're mine, cunt!" Celestia spasmed, moaning a shuddering shout. Her cock fell free and pumped over her navel, a rope splashing and hitting Cadence in her eye before she could blink, making her frail voice cry out.
Celestia's spent cock splashed out lazy waves of sludgey sperm, filling that navel. White cream began to leak from that gaped cunt, looking like a mountain of molten wood glue, rapidly solidifying outside that plundered oven. Celestia stood and wiped her cock dry with Cadence's bangs.
Standing, Celestia gulped a bottle of offered water and tossed the plastic aside. "Happy birthday, Princess." The stunned crew exchanged glances, then snapped from their stupor at the signal. Celestia watched with smug satisfaction the lights come back on, the stage dimming, the cameras powered down and packed away with efficient speed. The desks were wiped down and pulled away. Celestia waved off Raven, towel in hand, and was alone with her protoge in the massive mansion. She stood above the shellshocked and cum-glazed teen, cock dripping an occasional glob of sperm on that perfect, shaking body.
Cadence looked up, flinchng as her pink eye got hit again with sperm. She wiped her stinging eye and tried to gaze up again, fearful and shaking. "Have a good time?" she said, two fingers held up in the air. A cigar came, lit by magic as she puffed with her smeared lips. Tia blew into the flinching girl's face.
"That hurt a lot more than I thought," Cadence mumbled, her body beginning to quake constantly. She curled into a ball, hugging her knees, coughing at the foul smoke. Celestia sat behind her and held her from behind, her thighs wrapping around the shorter girl. She gently rubbed the trembling girl's shoulders.
"Poor girl," she purred in her ear, kissing gently, the sore, freshly fucked princess flinched as if she were struck. "I didn't have to be so rough, but you turned me on so much aaaaall these years, Cadence." Just like that, Celestia had made it the little princess' fault. She smiled, knowing full well what she was doing. Hands came around to toy with the sore breasts on her little protege. She realized they were both fully nude, save socks or pantyhose. Tia wasn't sure when that happened. "What do you want to do, princess?" Celestia whispered, chin on her shoulder, cigar smoldering an inch from her cheek. Celestia puffed and magically fetched her a glass of water in her golden magic.
Cadence glanced back and immediately leaned her shivering shoulders away from the stinky cigar. "Shower. See Shiny." She sniffed, sobbing for a moment. Celestia laid a wet kiss on her shoulder.
"You two will be a beautiful married couple," Celestia whispered in her ear, nuzzling her head against Cadence. Her musclar back was already sore from this awkward position. Her hand dipped down that body and cupped her pussy, testing the damage. Cadence immediately gasped. A coughing fit followed, her throat hit by smoke. Celestia pulled her hand back, seeing pure milky white soaking her fingers to the palm. "Oh my god, I flooded you, Cadence," Celestia breathed, her chest heaving at the realization that she came so much! She bit her lip as her sore cock began to grow harder, pressing into Cadence's lower back. Not firm, not yet, she was growing plump and full and hot against that slim princess' posterior.
The little teen looked over her other shoulder to the princess. "Was I good?" she said, a faint smile on her lips.
"The best I've ever had, princess," she sighed, smoke leaving her nostrils and lips. Cadence's blue magic took the cigar from her fingers and brought it to her lips. "And I've had a lot."
The silly little lady puffed and immediately hacked, spitting in her cummy lap. "You don't inhale, Cadence. Seems I have a lot more to teach you." Celestia held the girl leaning back into her embrace, head on those big breasts, body spinning to lay on her side. "You hate me now."
"No," Cadence said, looking away. "I hate that you lied to me all these years. That... I could have been doing that!" She shivered harder, smiling, hissing as she touched her bruise where she hit the desk. Her body flexed, her throat moaned.
"It's a form of love, sex, you know that. Now you know."
"It's not just love. It's power." Cadence swallowed. "'Everything is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power,' I don't know who said that, but now I think I agree. Being powerless, your... plaything!" her words were tiny scratches. Celestia rubbed her back, then stood, leaving the girl to lay in a puddle of sticky fun. "Could I learn to do that?" she winced, cupping her pussy as she got to her knees, then her feet, dripping sperm. She took her hand away and sniffed her glazed fingers, flinching.
Celestia took a long drag and blew out in the teen's face, taking her at her side. "I'll teach you every single thing I know, little princess."
