Celestia slowly ascended the steps onto her stage. She could sense the platoon of stallions who followed in her wake, each leering at the outfit she had selected to look as whorish as possible, obviously having done the job well.

She moved with grace, making sure that each movement only made their desire for her grow.

After all, she was a god, a pony of unrivaled power, beauty, and desire. In ancient times, when Equestria was divided, grand armadas had been assembled by suitors just for a chance to revel in her grace and dignity.

She knew that her sister enjoyed submission, revelling in the idea of being used by the horde of stallions she noticed were assembling by her junior’s stage. But Celestia would not be put in a similar position. She would ensure that the stallions knew who was really in command as she bed them one after another.

Once she reached her bed, she glanced over her shoulder, humming to herself as she appraised the stock who had assembled. They were all incredibly handsome and every single one of them seemed eager to sate their lust.

Celestia held up three fingers and that number of stallions came forth. They surrounded her, but not one of them dared lay a hand upon her. Even when confronted by a being of such beauty, who was obviously dressed to entice them, they still obeyed. It was hard to find stallions of this quality anywhere else in Equestria.

She trailed her hand along one of the trooper’s chests, dragging it tantalizingly downwards along the buttons of his shirt. Lower and lower she went, smirking to herself as she noticed the stallion tense as she touched his belt.

There was a massive bulge nestled within his jeans, one which demanded her immediate attention.

“You look pent-up, private,” Celestia said.

“Y-yes Ma’am,” the soldier stuttered.

She smirked. “We should do something about that.”

Celestia gripped the belt and unbuckled it, slowly pulling it through each of the loops. The guard scarcely breathed as she removed it, holding it before his eyes before tossing it aside.

“You should breathe,” Celestia joked. “Passing out during an orgy seems like prime material to get hazed over.”

The private drew in a deep breath and nodded.

“What’s your name?” Celestia asked, grasping the zipper of his fly and pulling it down.

“Acrux.”

“Well Acrux, I have some good news for you,” Celestia said, dropping to her knees as she tugged his pants down. Now only his boxers remained between her and his pride. “You are the first guard in over a century who has had the privilege of ravaging my throat.”

The poor stallion’s mind instantly went blank, his world view shattered. Celestia couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction.

“Acrux…” she began.

He swallowed a lump in his throat “Ma’am?”

“You’re forgetting to do that breathing thing again,” she said, giggling softly.

He forced himself to take a breath. “So, I was…” He dipped his head. “Thank you.”

“And who are the stallions who’ve joined you for this first round?” Celestia asked, looking up at the others.

“Castor,” the one on the left answered.

“Spica,” answered the one on the right.

“My apologies,” Celestia said. “There are an awful lot of you and I try my best but…”

She didn’t continue with her train of thought, instead focusing on Acrux as she peeled the waistline of his boxers down. His pride burst forth, pulsating with a pent-up lust. It was obvious that Celestia had really laid into the poor stallion. No wonder he was having so much trouble remembering to sate his mortal needs.

Celestia bit her lip and carefully wrapped one hand around his pride, merely touching it. This alone was enough to make the stallion inhale. She then began to stroke him with an equal delicateness, gliding her digits along his girth. As she neared the tip, she noticed a strand of pre bubble forth. She collected this thick dollop upon her fingers, using it to lubricate her progress and make her strokes much smoother.

Slowly, but surely, she built up a respectable tempo, her hand moving swifter with each motion along his pulsating erection. Once she’d built up a sustainable pace, she moved her hand below the medial ring, contenting herself with just massaging this part.

As for the tip, she leaned forwards, taking it between her lips. Her brow furrowed as the stallion’s salty essence touched her tongue. She had forgotten how strange and feral a stallion’s vitality tasted after so many decades going without. Still, after this initial taste, some primitive part of her mentality craved it, wishing to sample more of this delectable treat.

It didn’t take an expert to figure out how to achieve this. She began to bob her head in curt little motions, rolling her tongue around Acrux’s tip. The stallion seemed to enjoy this greatly, his posture quivering and hips bucking forwards by a minute amount, seemingly out of an instinct to get every ounce of pleasure he could out of this.

Celestia grew more confident with each passing motion, bobbing deeper and deeper. She grew hungrier and swifter with her pace, and before long, she moved her hand away, using only her lips as they came in contact with Acrux’s medial ring.

She paused as she reached this point, looking up at the stallion with half his cock in her mouth. Acrux’s eyes were closed and his whole body twitched with a latent built-up energy. It pleased Celestia to see that her lips and hands alone were more than capable of putting a stallion into such a state. She couldn’t wait to see what the rest of her body was capable of doing.

Her horn glowed and she brought over a bottle of lube. One of the many she had supplied for herself this evening. She then held out both of her hands and applied a generous ration to each of her opened palms. When they were properly slickened, she motioned with her fingers, enticing the other two stallions closer.

They knew their role easily enough, each sheepishly coming forwards. She heard them shuffle out of their dress uniforms and soon felt their own heavy erections resting within her hands.

Celestia began to stroke them slowly. She knew it wasn’t the greatest hand job in the world, as her attention was focused upon her lips. But she still managed to build up a respectable rhythm, stroking the two stallions swiftly.

While Acrux had remained mostly silent under Celestia’s treatment, the other two stallions were far different. Castor’s breathing had adopted a pent-up quality, a constant string of muttered curse words oozing forth from him. Meanwhile, Spica let out a string of grunts and groans, his pride twitching in Celestia’s palm.

Celestia continued to stroke them absentmindedly while she focused the bulk of her attention on Acrux. By now, she had refamiliarized herself with a stallion’s body, remembering just the right pattern to maintain in order to ensure her ward the utmost pleasure.

It wasn’t long before she moved beyond Acrux’s medial ring, drawing it into her maw with a nice wet slurp. At this point, she could feel the stallion tickling the back of her throat. Eons ago, such things would’ve surely resulted in her gagging. But it turned out that fate was as horny as it was fickle, ensuring that all alicorns ascended without a gag reflex. Just one of those many unspoken benefits of being a goddess.

Celestia kept her gaze on the stallion’s face as she bobbed swiftly and rolled her tongue around his pride. She studied his expression, picking up on what made his brow furrow and breathing come out in especially excitable little bursts. Soon enough, she adopted a pattern, a pace using all of the little tics she’d picked up on. It wasn’t long before Acrux was positively melting against her oral. She could feel him tense, feel him nearing that fateful point.

She was timing it perfectly, roving deeper and deeper as he neared the precipice of his pleasure. And just as he was about to nut, she slammed down, burrowing her snout into his frantic bush of pubic hair, ensuring that his entire length was wedged into the inviting warmth of her mouth and tightness of her throat.

Acrux gasped loudly and shuddered violently. A moment later, the first string of cum shot forth. Celestia greedily drank it, ensuring that every last drop was sampled before she jerked back, drawing Acrux out with a nice wet pop.

Celestia wasn’t even the slightest bit haggard, her breathing surprisingly level for just having her face rawed in such a fashion. Instead, she licked her lips and leaned forwards, planting a little kiss on Acrux’s stomach.

“That was a very good tribute, Acrux. Thank you very much,” she said.

Acrux blushed. “You’re… you’re very welcome, Your Majesty.”

“Go and grab yourself a drink, eat a snack, and then sample in one of the other mares.” Celestia said before giving him a playful wink. “Any of them would be lucky to bed you.”

Acrux nodded, and after taking a moment to collect his thoughts, drew away. He nearly tripped over himself as he tried to pull his pants up during his retreat. Thankfully he didn’t and made it safely off stage.

This left Celestia with the other two stallions. She continued to jerk them off slowly, more of a holding pattern to keep them hard than anything else. As she glanced between them, she hummed to herself, wondering what exactly she should do with these hunks.

She looked back at her very comfortable looking bed, realizing that it would be far more appropriate to worship them there, than on her knees upon the hardness of the wooden stage.

So, she slid her hands away, trailing her slick fingers over their stomachs as she stood up. The stallions both let out their own unique notes of displeasure at being denied stimulation. Still, they were good stallions, not questioning their sovereign’s decision in this regard.

“I think heading over to the bed would offer us a far more advantageous position to continue with things. What do you think?” Celestia asked.

Castor smirked. “That is sound judgement, Your Majesty.”

Celestia nodded and drew away, heading towards the bed. She could feel the stallions’ eyes rove her back before settling on her abundant flanks. Her rather voluptuous hindquarters were the very pleasant by-product of an addiction to cake and other sweets.

She climbed onto the bed, resting upon it on all fours. She looked over her shoulder, wondering how exactly she wanted both of these stallions to sate her lust.

“Castor, would you climb under me?” Celestia asked. “I’m giving you the honour of being the first stallion to breed me in living memory.” She then nodded to Spica. “And you may have that same privilege with my ass. Though…” she wagged a finger. “Do not skimp on lubrication.”

Spica nodded, using his horn to levitate over a bottle. “I wouldn’t dream of it, Your Majesty.”

With positioning determined, Castor climbed onto the bed and slid under Celestia. Due to her godly status, she was a smidge larger than the colt. This meant that to maintain his position, with his unflared girth prodding at her lips, he was forced to have his face smothered by her pillowy breasts. A sacrifice she was sure was extremely difficult to make.

He gently rocked forwards, grinding his pride against her lips. He didn’t slip in, likely judging that it was best to wait for his colleague before he progressed.

Spica took a few moments, following Celestia’s orders as he worked a generous ration of lube into his thick girth. It positively glistened by the end of it.

“Shall I warm you up?” he asked, wiggling two of his still slick fingers.

Celestia nodded then looked down at Castor. “Do you intend to tease me all day?”

Castor chuckled nervously and shook his head. He eased forwards slowly, parting Celestia’s slick folds with the tip of his erection. He then pumped forwards gently, pressing the first few inches into her.

Celestia shuddered, a faint gasp oozing forth from her maw. It had been far too long since a stallion had treated her in such a fashion. Maybe Luna was actually onto something with her philosophy of playing with her guards on a regular basis?

As Castor got to work, Spica rubbed two slick fingers against Celestia’s anus, lubing it up. He was tender about it, clearly experienced in the art of taming somepony with inexperience. After these gentle strokes, he pressed his digits into her, drawing forth a much more pronounced gasp from Celestia, who shuddered against the bedding.

The sensation was strange, alien to her. It had been so long since her last attempt at anal, and even then, the experience had always been a rarity for her. Still, Spica showed great care, slowly pumping his fingers deeper and deeper into her pucker, spreading the lube around inside of her. He did this for several long seconds, his motions mimicking the tempo of Castor, who still gently pumped into Celestia’s now soaking wet snatch.

“Ready?” Spica asked, drawing his fingers back. He looked at them and sheepishly grinned as he wiped the lube off on the sheets.

Celestia nodded, moaning softly as Castor reared back and delivered a rather potent thrust to her sex, pressing even more of his pride into her. Her tight walls clenched firmly around him, embracing him in her velvety warmth and arousal.

“Slow down,” Spica said, taping Castor on the thigh. “Can’t get in if she’s busy riding your cock like a whore.”

“Like a whore?” Celestia asked, cocking a brow as she allowed herself a ragged smile.

Spica and Castor paled.

“Errr… too much?” Spica stammered.

Celestia nodded. “I’m a pretty old fashion mare. I do not appreciate being called a whore.” She smirked and playfully stuck out her tongue. “I’d much rather be called a harlot or a courtesan, thank you very much.”

Spica sighed in relief. “Of course, you filthy harlot.”

He drew his hand back and roughly slapped Celestia’s cutie mark, drawing forth a wonderfully indignant little gasp from her.

“You’ll pay for that,” she teased.

“Oh yeah?” Spica asked, aligning his cock with Celestia’s well-lubed pucker. “I doubt you’ll even remember which guard I am in the morning.”

Celestia huffed. “You little shit.”

Spica rested a hand on the small of Celestia’s back, wrapping his hand around her tail. Miraculously, even if it looked ethereal, it still had a very physical feel to it, allowing him to grip it tight and use it for leverage. With this, he inched forwards, the unflared tip of his cock pressing firmly against her pucker. For a moment, it resisted, but with a bit more pressure her body conceded, the abundant lube helping with the process.

Celestia gripped the sheets tightly, closing her eyes as she felt her sacred little rump part for one of her guards. Initially, his progress was slow and halting, every inch a labourious grind. Then suddenly, Spica slid several effortless inches into Celestia with a nice wet slurp, plunging into her pucker.

“Fuck,” he gasped, drawing back and bucking forwards again. “You really need to give your ass a workout more often, Your Majesty.”

“You’d know a thing or two about that,” Castor teased, snorting as he resumed his own potent pumping into Celestia.

Spica shrugged. “Look dude, sometimes you just meet a mare who’s really into pegging and I’m not going to say no to that.”

The two stallions grew more envigored, more comfortable with Celestia’s body. They pounded into her with increasing potency and regularity, their tempo becoming deeper and more fluid. Soon enough, they were pistoning a fair amount of their prides into her at a respectable pace.

Celestia’s mouth hung open, a constant stream of moans mingling together with increasingly frantic breaths and a string of muttered curse words that really had no place in such a regal mouth. She could feel a heat flow through her body, a warmth which radiated with a feral and unrelenting lust to be bred by her suitors.

Everything about this moment was so wonderfully depraved. The sound of the two stallions grunting and their breathing growing laboured. The twin sounds further supported by the crude slurping of their cocks as they pounded into Celestia. The smell of sweat and sex mingled together in some sea of pheromones and lust. Even the taste of fornication seemed to just fill the stage, becoming a universal presence for her to indulge in and enjoy as she could sample it with every ragged breath.

That didn’t even factor in the pleasure Celestia felt as she realized that there was a world beyond this bed. They were in the middle of a banquet hall with dozens of stallions wandering around, many of them watching her, grinning to one another as their goddess was bred like a harlot, treated like a concubine. There were so many eyes and it seemed like all of them were bearing down upon her, revelling in her debauchery.

It was such a wonderful time to discover that she had a very pronounced exhibitionist fetish.

May the Gods damn Luna for her bold ideas.

Castor and Spica continued to grow more and more forceful, and soon enough, they were pounding roughly into Celestia. By this point, each thrust allowed the entirety of their prides to fill her, cramming her full of their fertility. Their stamina was impressive, their mad pace not tarrying or growing even the slightest fatigued.

Celestia sung them praise, bracing herself as they continued to pound forcefully into her, their pace seemingly unrelenting.

Yet, appearances were not always correct and soon enough, Castor’s tempo started to wane. Even with a century’s break from sex, she knew this to be a sign of the inevitable.

Thankfully, the fire within her also reached a crescendo, its third act. It would not be long before the flames of passion licked at her self-control and sent her plunging into the sweet release of climax.

Spica soon followed his comrade, his pace also failing as he adopted a haggard but forceful tempo. It wasn't long before the two of them were huffing and puffing, their exhaustion adding another note to the orchestra of pleasure that filled the space around them.

Finally, Castor hilted forcefully into Celestia’s snatch, his cock flaring as he expelled his first volatile strand of cum. As the second launched forth, hot on its heels, Celestia caved to her own desire for release, her pleasure spilling forth. This caused her rump to tighten like a vice, clenching tightly around Spica as he delivered his own final thrust, his flare feeling so wonderful within the tight confines of her rump.

The two stallions’ chests rose and fell swiftly as the wash of orgasm coursed through them. They came liberally, emptying themselves into Celestia as they filled her with their masculine essence. Celestia shivered as her own fluids gushed forth, mixing together with the stallions’ spunk and staining the bedding with their combined pleasure.

By the end of their collective orgasms, the three of them were still, panting for breath as they shivered and shook in their post-orgasmic high. Both of the stallions remained hilted inside of her, their flares remaining hard for several long seconds, ensuring they’d remain deep within her until their fertility took effect.

Not that it would. But you couldn’t blame a mortal for trying.

When they eventually softened, both drew back, pulling out of Celestia with a pair of potent wet slurps. This was promptly followed by a generous belching of fluids out of both of her holes.

Celestia thudded upon Castor, feeling so utterly spent. She could’ve stayed like that for a long time, cuddling with him, if it wasn’t for the fact that the stallion started to struggle.

Oh right, she was probably suffocating him with her massive tits.

She rolled off of him and thudded against the bed.

“How was that?” Spica asked, cramming his rapidly softening cock back into his pants. “A fitting tribute, I hope?”

Celestia chuckled and made a show of collecting some of their creampie upon her fingers and sampling the flavour. Like everything else about this affair, the taste was utterly depraved.

“I’d say you’ve more than outdone yourselves, you two.” She smirked mischievously. “There might even be an opening for a pair of bedchamber guards in the near future.”

The two of them exchanged a look as if asking, ‘was this really happening?’

“Anyways,” Celestia went on, getting to her hooves. “Make sure to grab yourself a drink of something non-alcoholic. You’ll need to replenish your fluids before you move on to your next mare of the evening.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Castor said, clambering off of the bed as he tried to pull his pants back up. “Thank you for choosing us first.”

Celestia nodded and took a moment to stretch, popping all the joints that had stiffened during fornication. She then cast a quick spell, covering both herself and her bed in an aura. Within a moment, she was left utterly cleansed and the bed was magically cleaned and made.

She then looked out at the crowd of stallions who waited eagerly for their chance to bed a monarch. A smile graced her lips as she realized just how long the line-up was.

Her horn glowed as she cast another spell, this one having the effects of a potent dosage of caffeine. After all, she could not risk growing fatigued with so many guards left to please.

She walked towards the edge of her stage, noticing that three Lunar Guards were eagerly waiting for a shot with her.

“Have you come to pay tribute to your Princess?” she asked, motioning for them to follow her on stage.

Author's Note

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