The Princess's Public Predicament

by shippo

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, Porn, Princess Cadance, Non-consensual, Shining Armor, Princess Celestia, Sex
Length: 6648

The Trio of Princesses find themselves bound and helpless in the town square of Ponyville.

Someone has taken down Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and lastly Princess Twilight. Who could be behind this dastardly deed!? How will these princesses get themselves out of it!? Or are they to be forever bound and used!?

Published 2020-05-16 16:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-16 16:50:01 UTC

Royal Enslavement

Celestia struggled as best she could, trying to at least catch a glimpse of her foe through the clinging red mist. She wondered briefly who could have gotten past the throne room’s defenses to catch both her and Luna off guard, but one glance at her sister told her the princess of the night wasn’t faring much better. Both their horns were glowing as they did their best to combat the offending magic, but just as the alabaster alicorn’s horn grew bright with the spell she was about to unleash she saw the light fade from it, draining away into a stone set in the ring that slid along the twisted length.
Without their magic the sisters knew they were beaten even before someone unseen fastened blindfolds over their eyes. Blind and hobbled, they were led out of the castle and loaded out into a cart for what felt like a long and ill-fated ride. When they were finally released and their blindfolds removed they almost wished they hadn’t been. Celestia had hoped that her student at least was safe, but the princess’ heart sank at the sight of the young alicorn bound in front of her in the utmost shameful way imaginable and only now was she regaining consciousness.

Panic quickly filled Twilight Sparkle’s heart as disbelief filled the ponies gathered around her. Well, not just her. It would be bad enough if she alone was bound like this in the square in front of Ponyville’s town hall, but she’d at least have the hope that princess Celestia or Luna would come to her aid. There was of course no hope of that happening now since the royal sisters shared in her humiliating predicament. Each of the mares wore a wooden yoke that fastened around their neck and forelegs, keeping their chests low and their chins just above the ground. A position that was even more demeaning considering their tails were folded and bound with tape, the tips of the now club-like appendages connected to the wooden restraints by rope, ensuring they stayed up.

She was at least spared the restraints keeping the other two princess’ hind legs spread far apart. Since Celestia and Luna were flanking her but facing the other way, Twilight could see just how lewdly exposed all of them were in front of the gathered and disbelieving throng. A few ponies had tried to help them, but some sort of spell kept them from tampering with the restraints, or with the rings fastened around the alicorns’ horns, nullifying even the considerable magical might of the elder princesses. And once the royal guards showed up and made that dreadful proclamation, nobody seemed in the mood to help.

It had been explained to everypony that these were traitors brought here to be publically punished, their bodies free for the gathered crowd to use as they saw fit. All three had protested their innocence, but the ponies of Ponyville seemed convinced they must be changelings up to no good, or something like that. Why else, they wondered, would the staunchly loyal guards be standing by and abetting this if it wasn't true?

As she took a look around her, Twilight realized they wouldn’t simply be standing by for much longer. The powerful white stallions were examining the bound mares with obvious interest, considering their shafts were slowly dropping from their sheaths. The sight of the heavy equine members snaking their way from between the sturdy males’ crotches sent Twilight into a fresh bout of panic. It was only when she saw one white stallion mount Celestia’s back that she realized why the sisters had been bound with those bars. With their rear legs splayed like that, their hindquarters were level with the shorter ponies, a fact that became quite evident when the one mounting Twilight’s mentor gripped her waist firmly and began to maneuver the tip of his shaft towards what the purple mare was mortified to see was a winking pink teardrop.
“Please, you can’t… you can’t do this! We are your princesses! We are in heaaaaAAAaaahhh!” Celestia’s last word ended in a long neigh as the male mounting her found her sex and mercilessly penetrated it.

As she watched the mottled length disappear into her teacher’s slit Twilight realized Celestia was right. She’d been so panicked to wake up bound like this that she’d missed the sighs of that annoying period that always made it difficult to concentrate on her studies, but the less-than-subtle signs hadn’t escaped the attention of the unseen stallion even now sniffing around under her bound tail.

“Stay strong sister we’ll make it through this yet…” She heard Luna say from the other side, but the princess of the night failed to remain defiant as a guard mounted her rear and slid a thick-looking pink shaft past her indigo folds.
When she felt an equine head rest on her rump, Twilight wanted to scream, but her heart seemed stuck in her throat. The thought of being publicly bred in front of the whole town was terrifying enough, but the knowledge that this would be her first time was worse. Her legs almost buckled when the male behind her pushed himself on to her rump, gripping her by her hips and pulling himself further along.

Twilight knew her eyes were wide and her muzzle was hanging open in shock and terror as she felt an unseen member prodding away at her flanks. A few thrusts just poked her cheeks and left wet smears on her fur, but the next one almost hit the target the stallion was aiming for. Worst of all, she could feel her body responding, her heat driving her sex to wink and dribble as it awaited the kiss of a male’s flare.

The whiny that was torn from her throat as the equine member tore her hymen was the loudest sound she’d ever heard anypony make, a shrill cry of pain and something else as her body was forced to accept the less than gentle intrusion of what she suspected was quite a sizable shaft. She heard the male grunt on top of her, his grip so strong that Twilight doubted she could have escaped it even If she wasn’t bound and presented as she was.

She wondered if whoever was mounting her knew or cared that he was her first and that she’d been a virgin until mere moments ago. He certainly didn’t show it by the way he kept shoving himself deeper, bucking away with the obvious goal of burying his entire length under a mare he believed was a traitor to Equestria taking a just punishment.

The royal sisters had taken their initial penetrations more easily than she had, but the purple alicorns wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. The guards mounting them showed no restraint as they held the graceful mares securely and began to pump away at their rears. Twilight couldn’t see their faces, but the cries coming from the mares combined with the sight of their equine slits stretched taught around the rutting stallions filled her with dismay, knowing that as pained as they looked, hers must look even more stretched as the stallion on her back endeavored to fill her entirely.

And while he was struggling to hilt himself, the other two were well on their way to breeding the other princesses. It was painful just to watch those mammoth members punching away, sawing in and out of the mares’ winking cunnies. She could feel the one pushing deeper into her leaking, and could see just how much of a mess they must be making in them all by the shiny lengths pistoning in and out of Luna and Celestia. The juices of the guards and the royal sisters were dripping along the veiny shafts, down their sheaths and finally the heavy sacks each of the humping males had swinging between their legs.

The stud on top of her had just bottomed out when Twilight realized just what they were all in for. These males wouldn’t stop until each had emptied himself in the unwilling mare under him, and judging by the look of the crowd, these three wouldn’t be the last. As the stallion mounting her gripped her mane in his teeth and began to withdraw, Twilight realized they’d all be bred long before they were released form this humiliating punishment by whoever had managed to overcome all three of them.

Her sex had adjusted somewhat to the thick length now pummeling away at it and to her distress and disgust she found her body responding. She could hear the squelching noises coming from behind her and was sure that it wasn’t only the stallion’s mess making her snug tunnel that wet. It occurred to her then that the noises she’d been making since she was mounted were becoming less pained, causing the purple mare to bite her lip and fold her ears back. As the stallion’s rod was pumped past her speared sex, the young princess was dreading the thought that her first climax would be against her will and witnessed by what now seemed to be the entire population of Ponyville!

From her vantage point, Luna could clearly see Twilight’s straining lips cling to the slick stallionhood being rutted in and out of her trembling body, not missing the subtle way the equine sex was trying to wink even though it was already splayed around a male such behavior was meant to entice.

She knew that her own sex must be reacting in a similar way, and no doubt even more lewdly. This wasn’t her first time being mounted, but she hadn’t been intimate with a stallion ever since her return, and needless to say her imprisonment on the moon had been romantically uneventful. Luna had mated before (although never while in heat!) and had even more experience of a less physical nature. After all, with the power of visiting ponies’ dreams and the duty to ensure they were pleasant, she had participated in countless ethereal romps.

They had been a fun way for both her and the pony (not necessarily a stallion) whose dream she was visiting to explore various fantasies and even taboos. Some of those had gotten quite dark just before her conflict with her sibling, and even though she had played out scenarios similar to this one, she had never been in the role she currently occupied!
The first stallion mounting her wasn’t even finished (although the indigo mare doubted he had much to go) and her legs were already aching, the limbs splayed by the restraining bar struggling to support the male rutting her more viciously than he would any other mare. And the fact that it was one of the Royal guards on her rump only made things worse. For one thing, it hurt her that ponies sworn to the defense of Equestria’s rulers could be either deceived or subverted to the point of violating the three of them like this. And it would only serve to encourage the other males watching eagerly and no doubt waiting for their turn. After all, if the guard themselves were carrying out this punishment, it surely had the approval of the real princesses, who understandably didn’t wish to attend this sort of shameful spectacle.

But possibly worst of all was the fact that the Royal guard have always been chosen for their physical prowess, their already sturdy bodies hardened by daily training. Luna found herself experiencing just how strong they were as the rutting stallion on her back drove himself as deep as he could, barely pulling out of her as every thrust punched against the barrier to the blue alicorn’s waiting womb.

She knew the stallion’s climax was moments away when his flare began to mushroom up and stretch out the deepest recesses of her velvety tunnel, a familiar mixture of pain and pleasure that was coaxing a reaction from her body. Instinct told her to surrender, to let herself go and allow her sex to milk the shaft that was about to erupt within her and flood her with the male’s virile seed. Desperate to preserve some dignity and try and maintain at least an illusion of control, Luna bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood, focusing on that pain rather than the stallion who was now grinding his hips against her rump, the trumpet-like tip bottomed out so fully within her that she could feel the little tube in the middle jut out and kiss her cervix.

It seemed her sister would be the first to have her fate sealed and her body filled by the male mounting her. The guard on top of the alabaster mare whinnied for all the crowd to hear and despite the fact that the male rutting Twilight was blocking her view, the Princess of the Night felt her heart tighten at the sight of Celestia’s tear-streaked face when she felt the stallion mounting her begin to empty himself within her.

Moments later Luna found herself in the same predicament, almost shocked by the surge of equine sperm shooting from the cock buried in her sex, the fully-mushroomed flare leaving the deluge of warm spunk nowhere to go but deeper inside her. She managed to stop her body from betraying her, even though a primal part of her brain stoked by her heat urged her to give in to the seductive sensation of being bred.

The male was still hard when he dismounted, pulling his cock out of the now messy indigo slit before it had even fully finished spurting into her, painting her rump with several pearly-white globs. Luna felt fresh indignation at being treated like that – used and quickly abandoned - but she knew the male was most likely being considerate of all the others waiting their turn on her haunches. The blue alicorn wanted nothing more than to crawl away somewhere, retreat in shame and hide herself from the hungry eyes she could feel crawling around her.

But the way she was bound she couldn’t even drop her wrapped-up tail to cover her shame, and the fact that she hadn’t achieved release meant her slit was now winking frantically, expelling a dollop of equine seed form her every time it urged another male to mount up and finish her off. And there was certainly no lack of eager stallions. With her head held to the ground, Luna had an excellent vantage point to spot all the erect shafts swinging between the legs of the ponies waiting their turn, many of the meaty length flexing and slapping against their owners’ bellies as the horny stallions contemplated the soiled but still very inviting mare on offer.

Twilight had her ears folded against her head, but even that wasn’t enough to block out the wet smacks coming from behind her, or the strange, intelligible sounds slipping from her muzzle. The stallion mounting her was close to his climax, but he’d already brought the young princess to hers, leaving her mind a shambles as she tried to pull herself together after her first orgasm.

The rutting she was subject to had become vicious as the male on her haunches worked himself to finish, his breath hot against Twilight’s neck as he kept his firm grip on her mane. Her sex was still oversensitive after her orgasm and she found herself whining and mewling while the throbbing length sawed in and out, the medial ring making wet noises as it flicked her lips with every thrust. Her eyes had been clenched shut, but she opened them when she heard both the Royal sisters protest, just in time to see both bred mares being mounted once again, this time by regular ponies while the spent guards stood to the side, their softening shafts glistening as they slid back into their sheaths.

The sight and the realization that they really would be subject to who knew how many mountings distracted her from the sensation of the male’s flare growing within her, but not from the stallion’s next thrust. It had been forceful enough to nearly lift her hind hooves from the ground, and savage enough that it drove the air form her lungs as if the flare had punched her from the inside. Her ears were filled with the stallions triumphant grunts, her mane still firmly held in his teeth as he began to empty what felt like a torrent of equine essence into her unwilling body.

She felt pressure building within her until something seemed to give, followed by the sensation of that thick, wet warmth spreading deeper into her, someplace where even the male’s cock hadn’t been able to reach. Looking around with tear-filled eyes, twilight wondered why her friends weren’t here, and wasn’t sure if she should feel bad because they weren’t around to help her, or happy that they weren’t here to see her get forcibly bred.

Her mane and waist were finally released, and twilight felt the male’s weight shift as he dismounted, the thick appendage snaking its way out of her and leaving her slit with a ‘pop’ she was sure everypony gathered could hear. The flare was followed by what seemed like a waterfall of stallion seed, and the purple mare felt shame wash over her as the goo poured form her violated sex, some of it trickling down to drip form her teats.

To her left and right she could see the royal sisters already being vigorously rutted, the spectacle even more obscene this time as the thrusting stallions’ thrusts churned up the mess their predecessors left within the equine femininities. She was aware her own dripping slit was still winking, and it took only a few seconds of that for a male to accept the invitation and climb on her haunches.

He humped wildly a few times, with one thrust missing completely and sliding lewdly between her cum-soaked teats before the male realigned himself and she felt it being pushed violently past her winking lips. Twilight had barely recovered from having her virginity violently taken and her fertile womb flooded when the male climbed further along her back, forcing her to support his weight as his shaft drove some of his predecessor’s mess from her.

The sun climbed the sky as stallion after horny stallion had climbed the haunches of the bound princesses, none of them deterred by the fact that their recently pristine teardrops were now messy and obviously thoroughly bred. Despite the fact that they’d all taken on half a dozen males each, there still seemed no end to eager stallions, and the purple alicorn suspected that some were waiting for another go at them.

Twilight felt a puff of air blow over what she knew must be a complete mess under her bound tail, and wasn’t surprised to once again feel a weight settle on her haunches, although less of it than she expected. The sensation of being mounted caused her insides to tense up and push out a veritable waterfall of stallion spunk to drool from her thoroughly bred marehood. She caught a glimpse of the surprisingly slender fore-hooves of the pony mounting her and it took her a moment to recognize the shade of blue fur covering them.

“Stay still miscreant, and accept your punishment with at least some dignity! The Tough but Fair Trixie will teach you not to strike out against Equestria!” The voice grated slightly over Twilight’s nerves as soon as it had reached her ears, dispelling the last shred of doubt in her mind.

“T-Trixie! It’s… it’s me!” she protested, her voice still hoarse after the screaming she’d done.
“As if! A princess of Twilight Sparkle’s power and stature would never submit to such a fate as this, nor would she ever earn the brand of traitor!” the blue mare said, tightening her grip on Twilight’s waist.

“You can’t do this! I mean you literally can’t – you’re not a stallio…!” the bound princess insisted, but before she managed to finish she felt something poke her quite vigorously back there.

“Ha! The great and resourceful Trixie will not be stopped by such simple limitations from performing her civic duty…” the blue mare boasted, and when she next bucked her hips Twilight realized she was right. Trixie did know enough magic to get what she wanted, and as the first few inches of the magical shaft sunk in, so did an unpleasant realization. Oh no, she has an audience!

The idea was almost as disturbing as being pried open and stuffed with what she realized was magical force shaped somewhat like a stallion. Quite remarkably like one, she realized as she managed to feel the ridge of a flare and soon enough the medial ring. Despite the degradation of being mounted in public yet again and the still strange sensations having a shaft within her caused, she couldn’t help but wonder why Trixie had obviously spent so much time trying to accurately replicate a male pony’s appendage. You’d think that she’d be too busy now that she and Starlight were such good fr…

“Gaaahh!” she cried out as the shimmering shaft that had a moment ago bottomed out within her was suddenly yanked back and thrust back in with vicious force.

“That’s it, take your just punishment!” Trixie gloated form above her, grunting every now and again as she began to move with suspiciously practiced ease. “Gone are the days that Trixie cowers before changelings and similar ne’er-do-wells! I will deal with you in a way that would make the real Twilight proud!” she boasted, even as she sawed a glowing shaft in and out of the real Twilight Sparkle, who was struggling just to catch her breath.

The magical phallus filling her every bit as thoroughly as a real stallion would felt different than the flesh and blood shafts she’d taken so far. The thing didn’t throb, didn’t give of the heat a living member would have, but she could feel the magical surface make her inner walls tingle with every surprisingly forceful thrust.

Just when she’d thought she’d delved the depths of shame, bred over and over in front of the whole town, she felt fresh outrage by being mounted by a mare. And Trixie, of all ponies! Unlike her, she knew the blue female would be thrilled at doing pretty much anything in front of an approving audience, and in this case the thing she was doing was the princess she grudgingly admired.

The only thing Twilight had to take her mind of her shame was the degradation of the royal sisters, which proved little comfort. Celestia had the dubious fortune that her pale-pink privates and alabaster coat hid the worst of the mess, but Luna’s haunches looked as obscene as she suspected hers did. The cum of many stallions had soaked into her fur and her teats and the insides of her thighs were drenched in the stuff, the sharp and until recently unfamiliar scent of a male’s seed now filling Twilight’s nose. She could see the heavy sacks of the stallions currently rutting the splay-legged alicorns swing and slap against the tender flesh of their messy breasts, ready to pump the mares’ already overflowing wombs full.

“At… at least she –ungh!- can’t fill me up…” Twilight mumbled, musing out loud and grasping at straws. There was no chance she’d be walking out of here without a foal, not after all the loads she’d…

“Hah! Do you think that the Great Trixie clopped off that impatient stallion back there just for fun? No, vile criminal, I will be filling you, even if it is with borrowed seed…”

With that last slim shred of hope gone, Twilight’s head dropped as she accepted the fact that the mare that always tended to rub her the wrong way would rut her to completion. And despite her typically grandiose exclamations, she knew Trixie wasn’t doing this out of any sense of civic duty. Despite her smaller build, her thrusts were just as vicious as those of a stallion, a hint at just how long the blue unicorn must have secretly fantasized about something like this – getting the better of the mare she saw as her rival and doing so with the whole town looking on in approval!

As the solid length of magical force sawed in and out of her, Twilight found her insides tingling, the pseudo-surface of Trixie’s member stimulating her more than she’d expected, and in a different manner. She’d taken several stallions, and her violated sex had been sore form their use, but those aches were becoming slightly numbed now as her walls clung to the glowing rod Trixie was breeding her with.

“Mpfffff! No…” she muttered, feeling her sex wink around the fake stallionhood buried within it, and closing her eyes shut as this flicked her little heart-shaped nub along the length now dripping the mess the other males had left inside her.

As she was rutted, by a mare of all ponies (and by Trixie, of all mares!) Twilight spared a glance to either side, hoping to see one of the royal sisters working herself free of her bonds, or maybe the royal guards standing by to finally stop this travesty. But all her eyes caught were twitching shafts sawing in and out of the equine slits straining around them, an occasional involuntary wink flashing as the marehoods drooled the cum of the studs who’d mounted them earlier. Each of the princesses now had a growing pool of milky-white goo under their haunches, and Twilight cringed as she imagined an identical puddle behind her, growing a little bit bigger with every Thrust of Trixie’s hips against her rump.

“You’re enjoying this!” the blue mare said, her tone equal parts disbelief and delight. Twilight had hoped that she couldn’t feel physical sensations through that thing, but Trixie had apparently put in a lot of work developing her sorcerous stallionhood, although she still couldn’t imagine why. “Hmpf! To think that some common slut like you would dare impersonate Twilight Sparkle! If she were ever to become subject to this sort of ordeal I’m positive she’d at least accept it with dignity, instead of winking like a harlot for everyone to see!”

Twilight thought for a moment of saying something, tried desperately to think of a way to prove it was her and that neither of the three of them were impostors. But even if she did trust her muzzle not to let out sounds that would prove Trixie’s accusation, she began to wonder if she should. After all, maybe when this was over, the three of them could pretend that it was some trio of traitors getting bred by half of Ponyville? They would of course have to find some sort of explanation why all three princesses were suddenly with foal, but even if it meant enduring more of this Twilight clung to the hope that after it was done she might again be seen as the princess of friendship rather than some purple slut that had lost count of how many males had bred her in public view.

And one female! Twilight though as she felt the flare of the fake phallus within her swell, admiring for a brief second the effort Trixie had put into devising such a strange spell before the sensation caused her body to respond. It was strange to hear feminine grunts above her, so similar to the noises she herself was making as the glowing rod did as Trixie had promised and began to flood her womb with the ‘sample’ the blue mare had collected earlier.

“Ahhh! I have to say, that felt almost as good as besting the real Twilight Sparkle…” Trixie said as she pulled the length from her rival’s used cunny before it faded away, an unseen male mounting the still dazed alicorn before the seed she’d just taken had even finished gushing from between her lips.

“Aughh!” Celestia cried out as a particularly bulky male hopped on to her behind her splayed legs trembling as she struggled not to buckle under him. She managed to crane her neck a little, getting only a brief glimpse of red. “B-big Mac? You… you can’t mean to…” she tried to speak, still struggling to support the heavy workhorse as what seemed to be a proportionally large stallionhood prodded against her messy cheeks.

“Yup.” came the monosyllabic reply, confirming that the speaker was Applejack’s brother.

“Do-aah!- don’t you think your aim is a little too high?” Celestia asked, alarm evident in her voice as what she imagined was a massive endowment prodded just above her traitorously winking slit and just under her taped-up tail.

“Nope…” the stallion said, patiently prodding until the flare of his mottled length found itself in the center of the princess’ pink ring. Celestia cried out as pain and heat erupted under her tail, the monstrous shaft pushing past her pucker and invading her ass. In all her years, the white mare had never allowed a male to do such a thing, and shame burned almost as much as the actual pain as she was forced to let a stallion claim her rear in front of her subjects.

The sturdy stallion was leaking like a faucet within her, his length no doubt stimulated by the clenching ring desperately trying to push the invading flesh out of her. She supposed it was a small mercy, but the mess did very little to ease her pain as Mac climbed further along her back, stretching her as nopony ever had.

She was aware of the globs of still warm cum dribbling from her slit, pushed out as her body struggled to accommodate a shaft that would have stretched her sex out even coming after several rough stallions. Instead it had been forced into her until recently virginal tail-hole, and it was all the proud princess could do not to whimper as her rump was claimed.
There seemed no malice in Big Mac’s humping, but neither was there any mercy, nor consideration for the size of his shaft and where it had been shoved. Celestia had caught glances of the large stallion’s plump sheath and bulging sack on a few occasions, and had privately wondered just what sort of shaft the red stud had hidden away between his legs. It had been simply an idle thought, and the alabaster alicorn had never intended to find out, much less this way.
Worst of all, the rutting she’d been subjected to had only fanned the flames that were kindled during her fertile periods. Even as her straining tail-hole was forced to take more and more of what she suspected was a shaft large enough to make a mare swoon and grow faint, she could feel her cum-glazed teardrop winking, inviting a stallion over in spite of the fact that she already had one on her back. The spectacle had not gone unnoticed by the watching throng, with the gathered males openly discussing about mounting the other two the same way Mac was doing with her, while some unseen female commented that ‘sluts like these truly deserve this sort of punishment’.

Celestia no longer could muster the strength to protest, or plead her innocence. It had failed to rouse anyone so far, and even if someone did try and put a stop to this she could feel the spell surrounding them was still holding strong. When her muzzle did finally open, it was to release a cry that sounded both pained and wanton even to her own ears as Big Mac finally sheathed his entire length within her ass.

Her pucker ached, wrapped taut around the thickest part of the stallion’s rod, and it was a relief, albeit a brief one, when the monstrous length was pulled half way from her violated behind. The sensation of it being forced back in with one powerful buck was anything but, and Celestia was glad that the thrust had forced the air from her lungs, stopping her from making more embarrassing noises. The workhorse mounting her began thrusting in an even rhythm, enough so that the alabaster princess could actually hear as well as feel the slap of his heavy sack against the slit that was, to her shame, still winking messily as she was subject to this fresh new degradation.

From her vantage point Twilight could clearly see what Big Mac was doing to Celestia, her own tail-hole tightening at the sight of the princess’ pink pucker stretched so far that it could only been seen when the cannon between the red stallion’s legs pulled out and the speared ring clung to the slick length. It was terrible to think that there were still fresh depravities they could be forced to endure just when they thought that the worst was over with.

She could see that her mentor was struggling under Mac despite her size, her legs visibly trembling as she did her best to support the stallion tirelessly rutting her. The sun-marked haunches shook and rippled every time Big Mac forced himself in, the heavy brown sack slapping almost violently against the mare’s drooling teardrop, the strings of cum connecting them briefly whenever the red male pulled out only to burry that entire length back in.

Celestia’s mouth was agape and her eyes wide but blank as she felt the massive shaft buried under her tail finally begin to swell at the tip, signaling Big Mac’s climax and a merciful end to this painful degradation. Even if another male decided to penetrate her behind, at least the shaft will be easier to take than the throbbing behemoth even now pistoning past her pucker.

The stud’s flare continued to grow and Celestia wondered briefly just how bigger it could possibly get. Mac was now grinding himself against her, not pulling out more than a fraction of an inch as his swollen orbs rested against her sex, mercifully hiding the flashing of her slit from sight. The sensation of that bulging pouch pulling up was the first hint that the male on her back had reached his limit, thankfully before exceeding hers.

She could feel the length within her throb wildly, her tongue hanging from her muzzle and her eyes rolling back in her head as the first blast of hot equine seed traveled up the swollen length until the torrent finally shot from the flared tip and the groaning stallion fully claimed her rear while a crowd watched. Celestia could feel her insides swell with every thick jet, the tight grip of her ring around the thick base ensuring that she took every drop.

After what felt like eternity she could feel the rock-hard length soften just a little before Big Mac pulled the still half-erect monstrosity from her abused ass. She could hear the gathered mares gasping at the sight of the flare once it popped out of her, while the watching stallions didn’t bother hiding their opinions on her thoroughly rutted pink ring, leaking the red stud’s massive load despite Celestia’s efforts to clench it shut and preserve some last semblance of dignity. Despite the appreciative comments, the next stallion to climb on her back kept his aim low and wound up sinking his length past her lips. Celestia had stopped herself just short of thanking him, knowing what it would have looked like to the assembled crowd if she showed gratitude to a male determined to add his seed to the mess already churning in her womb.
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“Huh. Well that was… weird…” Rainbow Dash said from her perch on a tuft of cloud she’d dragged down so she could get a better view. “You okay down there, Fluttershy?” she asked the other pegasus who‘d been lowering her head so that it was now buried securely in the white puff they were standing on.

And while the resident scardy-cat did have her face hidden and her vision blocked at the moment, Rainbow had caught her staring a few times, not to mention there was a tiny puddle just under the creamy rump that remained raised in the air. Dash would have to admit that the sight sure was something, as evidenced by the purplish tint on her normally blue cheeks.

“Yeah, seems harsh, but I figure they must have earned it. I mean, impersonating princesses and all. It’s… it’s not like we just stood here and watched the real Twilight get the breeding of a lifetime, huh?” she asked, a hint of doubt creeping into her voice. “You, uhh… haven’t seen her around today, have you?” she asked, the only response form Fluttershy being a high-pitched whimper and a nervous shake of her flowing tail. “Yeah, well… the egghead probably has her head buried in some book or other. I’m sure she’ll turn up…”
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Cadence’s eyes blazed with smoldering heat rather than warmth as she regarded the sight revealed by her scrying crystal. It had gone off perfectly, and was still going on, as a matter of fact. There were apparently quite a lot of pent up stallions in Ponyville, but even those who weren’t couldn’t seem to pass up what she’d offered them.

The fact that the three mares had stopped begging for help and insisting they were who they appeared to be only proved her point – they had all desperately needed this, or something along these lines. It had been a sore point for some time for the Princess of Love that three such prominent females remained stubbornly frigid and unattached. Her subtle attempts to bring passion or romance into their lives had failed, and it was while she was searching for inspiration on how to solve her dilemma that she ran across manuscripts of long-forgotten ponies who had some… well admittedly quite dark, but extremely novel ideas about physical intimacy.

She had first tried some of these concepts out on Shining Armor, explaining them as fun new bedroom games she wanted to try with her loving stallion. And it had just felt so… right! The leather, the chains, the thrill of making somepony your eager slave or compliant toy. It was a revelation, and a way of thinking that had come quite naturally to the mare. She knew she was probably going too far, that princesses had to be careful with certain less than desirable impulses getting out of hand, but looking at the three magnificent equine rumps getting mounted again and again, the pearly waterfalls drooling from winking slits, she just couldn’t see a down side to this.

A throaty moan left her throat as her former husband and current love-toy licked desperately at her teardrop, so thoroughly broken in that he wasn’t even begging his mistress to make him cum, but instead waiting patiently for his reward. Well, if he is going to get his mind warped by someone, it should be his darling wife, rather than some slut-bug like last time! She thought as her gorgeous tail flicked in annoyance across Shining’s bound horn.

But the sight before her soon took her mind off her and put her in a warmer mood, to the point that a few short but eventful seconds later she’d given the diligent stallion behind her a nice mouthful of her nectar. Such a wonderful new trio of toys she had, and nothing less than what she deserved. When all is said and done love conquers all, and even though Princess Mi Amore Cadenza had failed to bring passion into the lives of the three royal mares, she suspected that Domina Amor would have much better luck…

To be continued....????

Author's Note

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