“Oh I’m so absolutely bored” said Twilight Sparkle.
She laid in that golden chair. Its luminousness was so beautiful to behold. But, the crestfallen Twilight Sparkle could not comprehend the subject matter of vanity. Twilight knew that living a life of such regret could not be possible. For she needed something to destroy the boredom she felt inside. There was always some chore or delegation to address with their qualms and problems. Now was the time to get shit faced.
“Oh guards, bring in the rum lord!” she demanded.
From the corner of her eye came the Rum Lord. He was tall in stature, related to Big Macintosh through a long and tedious explanation of bloodline. Rum Lord with his reddish mane and big bodice came forth while he wore a demonic robe.
“Oh yes my Princess Twilight, why have you summoned me to this illustrious quarters of yours?”
Twilight Sparkle could only sigh with the contempt of a thousand years of boredom.
“Give me ale or I’ll slap your tail you whore!” said Twilight.
The Rum Lord grasped his tail, he remembered how it was torn off with one quick slap.
“Uh oh dear lord, yes my liege, I shall give you the finest drunken stupor the likes you’ve never seen”.
From behind, Rum Lord and his apprentice brought a wagon filled with different shaped vials of alcohol. Twilight Sparkle, who remembered once that she was a countable and reserved pony had now gotten quite disgusted by her old self. Now, Twilight was a party animal, in ways she was reserved, but she still needed that time to have enjoyable intercourse.
From behind the golden chair, was the funnel of godhood. It was literally a giant plastic funnel to which Twilight was going to stick into her pony funnel.
With her goddess magic, Twilight levitated all the vials of alcohol, tore off the drinks top with magic, and placed them together into a circle of drink. There, she turned the drink upside down above her. All the different flavorful wine, beer, and vodka were mixed into the funnel.
“Oh fuck, are we about to get shitfaced dear lord and saviour, Twilight?” said Pinkayus, descendant of the Pinkie Pie line. He was the house jester of the family Portline. The rest of the guards ran inside, tore off their clothes and armor, and started taking from the leftover alcohol that wasn't devoured by the great princess.
Twilight Sparkle now officially shitfaced, slid in her alcohol down the chair like a slip and slide. In a drunken stupor, Twilight roared a behemoth sound. They all knew what was to occur next, or their heads.
“To arms, gentlecolts, we must all plunger and plaster the young goddess with our love and appreciation!” a loyal guard said.
And so, the guards knew what their goddess craved.
One by one, they circled the great one. Her puss-puss and her nice round bottockis shown for everypony to see. They stroked their cocks, drunk with fury, they all slapped and kneaded their penises over and over again. They could not be contained, it was a daily ritual bukkake fest.
“Oh I’m going to cum first my lady!” said one of the guards.
Rum Lord heard a sequence of loud spurts. They shot into the night, it covered the goddess with much juice. She giggled with each shot, it reminded of all the times, of said previous, where historical days of ponies ejaculated for her favor. Her body covered and swamped with their love. She was truly a venerated and loved leader of her people.
A wave of passionate grunts fired onto her at repeat. No pony would stop for they must slam their pee-pee’s or else be executed on the spot. At one point, Twilight was such a benevolent and loyal leader to her people.
Soon that grew tiresome. Now pee-pee’s that fired onto her was the only thing that kept her from suicide.
“Oh dear god, I’m cumming aaaaah!”
She could feel the wet slop slap onto her face, body, tail, chest, snout, basically anywhere she could think of. And she was observant, she knew that anypony that didn’t pull out would die a horrible skin ripped death, with rats eating the shit out of their brains.
She wanted it, she needed to be covered in all love. It was required for her life to be filled with appreciation. And this was the only way for true love to be found. She remembered how pregnant she got a few times over the many millenia. Some from suitors, others from varying donors, but this is what she enjoyed the most. The exasperation, the devastation, the only princess who would govern their cocks.
Somepony in the back was playing a bagpipe while the act happened. Another recorded with a Pantion 4 Twenty as the act went on. A very suitable and just recording device that was used for Ponywood movies. Yes, this was being recorded and shown at theaters for all ponies to see.
They were a mandatory addition to pony life. Some revolutions occured to the point that they did not want to stroke their cocks to the same goddess being bukkaked.
But such words of horrible heresy are unfoundable.
Princess Twilight Sparkle now a white sheet of a stain on the floor moaned with each delicious shot of spiuoerm. All the guards needed to drain their balls. If they did not, they would be cut off and then gently strewn over the princess for all to see.
As the stallions fell to the ground, many thought, did I ejaculate enough so my testicals won’t be cut off? Rum Lord was tasked to scan the many stallions who fell to fatigue. One of them was caught and thrown off the balcony. It seemed, somepony forgot the scissors!
His name was Randolph, and this is his story.
“Oh dear lord, I Randolph of the once known guard have been de-thrown out of my position”.
He stood, his testis intact and his resolve unspeakable.
“Know this day Princess, I shall have my revenge for I came a lot today, and it isn’t fair that now I have a broken leg”.
Randolph crawled through the ground with a perturbed face. He had to get his belongings and maybe his family members to safety. It was common for assassins to be dispatched to poor souls who could not put out.
And so, Randolph crawled for hours. His leg turned into dried jerky as it slapped across the earth with each scratch of his hooves.
He finally reached it, the place he needed to further his crime against the princess. It was an old shack in the everfree forest. The fact of the matter was, he knew a certain pony who would help him in this dire time.
Her name was Zecora the Immortal, the only equine known to be able to live long for hours a day. She had many names, but the best one was just Zecora. Randolph crawled with all his might. He barely reached the door to the small shack, before a large wolf began to gnaw on his dead jerky leg.
“Begone beast, he is not one for feast!” said Zecora with a slap of her broom. The giant feral wolf whined and ran away deeper into the Everfree Forest.
“What is your business here sir, tell me quickly or I’ll turn you into fur!” she delegated.
Randolph pouted and his eyes sparkled.
“Zecora the illustrious, the almighty, the best, the worst, the one who knows, the something, a fuck I don’t know fuck you, and the immortal, I beseech your help to stop the mad pony Twilight Sparkle, she fuckin broke my leg man”.
Zecora scratched her chin. The chin was very itchy, it helped her contemplate the facts of life.
The very act of challenging a goddess who has sketchily rogue with her sexual life is a death sentence. Princess Twilight Sparkle is not one to be trifled with. The only thing they could do was enact a plan that would have been done for ages.
“Well good thing I have these two” she said. “Uh, oh right, I like the color blue”.
Zecora dragged the corpse-like guard, Randolph into the shack.
“Goddamn girl, this place smells like shit” said Randolph.
Zecora only smiled.
“That's because I have these two shit heads, sleeping in a stasis chamber, they are not dead”.
Zecora unveiled two concealed chambers from some curtains. Behind them was the preserved bodies of Princess Celestia and Princess Luna as they were when they left, weird clothes.
“If you and I possess the bodies of the sisters, we will be able to have the power to fight Princess Twilight Sparkle and her magical butthole”.
Randolph smiled and put on black sunglasses.
“I’m ready… to fight Princess Twilight Sparkle and her curse of creampie ecstasy that happens everyday to a bunch of stallions who don’t put out” he said.
Zecora slammed the mechanical helmet onto his head. Randolph couldn’t wait to be a princess, he dreamed it for so long that he couldn’t get enough of the fact that this was happening. The great Zecora placed another towards Princess Luna’s stasis chamber.
“So what now and why are you putting lotion on your hooves?” she said.
Zecora smirked.
“Because we need sexual stimulation to fire the machine's internal core,” she said. “In other more kindly words, I’m going to jack you off”.
Randolph frowned like a scared ninny.
“Wait…, I’m sore!” he said. “My cockle has been jerkulated for hours trying to satisfy the lust of that princessa!”
Zecora didn’t care, and she saw that the cock was already very very hard.
“Take this, all-powerful stroking slap technique!” said Zecora.
Zecora’s hooves turned green colored and she began to scream in a way to showcase she was in terrible pain.
Zecora with her zebra powers, slapped the shit out of the tip of his cock for several minutes.
The machine binged and bangedalanged. Light emanated from the stasis containers, a low green glow. Their beings transformed, their eyes succed out of their heads, the once jerked and slapped bodies of these two were left over slumped like dead corpses.
The princesses that were possessed by Zecora and Randolph smashed their containment tubes glass holders. They looked at each other, now completely free and overwhelmed by immense power. They flew through the roof of the shack and it exploded into a fiery mess of debris and horse poop. They flew and crashed into the top of Canterlot cunt castle.
Tired, eviscerated by cum, and a white ghost of her former self, Twilight turned up and saw the two. They went towards her, Twilight couldn’t utter a single sentence, not because she was astonished, but because her mouth was sealed with hot horse cum.
“You stewpid whore...s, you’ll pay for betraying Equestria with your perverted ways” said Randolph possessed Princess Celestia.
“Yes, for you’ve been a naughty girl” said possessed Princess Luna with a smack of her short whip.
Twilight, exhausted with all the cum on her, was unable to muster the will to fight back.
“Turn that fucking whore over, I’m gonna lick that asshole” said Possesed Luna.
With her godly magic, Possessed Celestia turned her over and found some kind of leather protrusion that stuck out from her shit place.
“What do we have here?” said Luna, she pulled the string hard which stretched out Twilight’s sphincter. Out came the Elements of Harmony one by one, Honesty, Kindness, Generosity, Laughter, Loyalty, and with one final moan, Magic. They clunked to the floor covered in condensed juices, which was sticky. Twilight pulled her tongue out at the orgasm of Magic being pulled free from her.
“You fucking slut, I’m going to fucking break you” said Luna, somehow with a halberd sized strap-on dildo attached to her pelvis. The heavens cried out into the night. Pony angels singed their songs to the glory of the Spear of Pony Destiny that penetrates gods.
“No please, it's too big” said Twilight Sparkle.
Without words, Luna slammed the dildo deep into the princess anal reaches. Her spine lifted up out from behind her skin. Normally, pony biology wouldn’t allow for absurd dimensions to be entered into such private places. But, Twilight Sparkle was an alicorn and was part elastic.
“Agh, Youeeeegh, Oooogh Plbbbbt, Ooo no no no, don’t stick it that far, YeeeAAaagh!” she said.
Out from Twilight’s mouth, came the Spear of Pony Destiny, which was foretold to spear gods. Twilight couldn’t believe she was defeated nor how incredibly hard she was right now. She vomited female juices from both parts.
Then, fire fired out from many holes in the spear. Twilight flew into the sky with the holy firework. An explosion of apocalyptic proportions. Twilight’s satisfied body on the floor of Canterlot. Then, the rain of cum rained down into the earth.
She could not move at any instance. The orgasm finally satisfied her.
Princesses possesed went to her satisfied self.
“No more sexual crap or I will slap” said Luna.
Princess Twilight Sparkle stood up.
“Okay fine, I’ll go full puritan or some shit, now fuck off” she said.
“Yea that’ll do, lets go fuck off back to our bodies” said Randolph possesed Celestia.
Luna clapped her hooves together like dorothy on crack.
Their bodies fell to the ground before they rose again.
“Twilight, what… Why does it smell so bad, and what happened to the castle?” said Celestia.
“Dear sister, I do not feel very clean at this moment” said the other.
Twilight lay there on the floor and inhaled oxygen.
There was going to be a lot of changes.
Randolph and Zecora hitched and had 26 fillies, the end.
