Princess Cadance was all alone in her crystal chambers.
Usually, such an environment only brought up bad memories. Of tunnels that stretched on for eternity and a foot, as easy to get lost in as the mind that conjured them. Of Twilight Sparkle, years back, running through the Canterlot Castle; worried she’d be short one favorite foal-sitter (and sister-in-law) by day’s end. Of green light that filled her every nightmare and flames that licked at every corner of her mind until her eyes were rubbed raw. And Cadance would scream herself awake, robbed of another night of sleep like she once was her freedom, her husband, her very place in Equestrian society.
But today, that would all change! Even more, she owed it all to the same thing that kept Twilight going until she unearthed the far-too-sinfully curved… fiendess that wore her face and nothing warmer beneath: research. Indeed, this regalia-wreathed pink alicorn had hit the books. And for what better cause than ensuring that another in Princess Celestia could loosen up? Nothing, said little Mi Amore Cadenza, clapping her hooves and doing a little shake in the recesses of her mind.
“Really, Celestia, it's a wonder I didn’t do this sooner!” That part was a lie, though; several weirdly quirked eyebrows from her husband as she wore ruts in the Crystal Empire’s gorgeous rugs, the way her tongue turned two-ton just as she tried to utter the words mind clone, the recent inability to look her little Flurry Heart in the eyes, the little part of her that said this amounted to a thunderingly thoughtless breach of privacy. But as the Princess of Love, such emotion was already a one-way alley, no matter how she often cringed at the posters lining it.
Oh, she still loved her fellow ponies, that would never change, but… she didn’t want to wait for the next big heartbreak to cross over the horizon, nopony should! Like the one Shining so tearfully told her of when they were cocooned in bed together some nights after their real wedding. The story of how Twilight could have been better off not attending what should have been the greatest moment in her life. Before that gutless, overwhelming Queen stole her away from it all. Several years, and her face was still so vivid, so vicious, so… intimidating.
That moment would not be a black mark for her. No longer. She would adapt. And her journey to the center of Celestia’s mind would start that adaptation. Not tomorrow, not after breakfast, now. Even now, the first rays of sunlight infected the top of the Crystal Palace, the only sign of life invading the grand room she was in beside the flickering cauldron before her.
But it would be simple, this task she tackled today. She’d just roll through Celestia’s mind while she was napping. Starlight Glimmer’s wonderful work in bridging the gap between her and her sister Luna showed it. And Princess Cadance was sure there was nothing in that sunshine-filled head of Celestia’s that’d plague her own. Even if so… well, help was just a brave knight’s earshot away, right?
Perhaps if she said it enough, her heels would stop nervously clacking together.
Right now, this concoction before her was her only obsession. And she would see it through. “Three pinches of breezie dust ... two dollops of two sea serpent scales… and last but not least…” Oh, Cadance thought as she eyed the last of the flasks before her. Before her, the final ingredient was the last reason why she’d had to be so deliberate these last few months.
Slowly, the pink alicorn studied the swirling material in her hand; blues and blacks swelling up within its well like a bruise. And a black mark it was, upon a different alicorn’s very soul, which was why the very fact she’d sought this out behind her crescent-flanked back would definitely get her in trouble. “... And the soul shard of a Tantabus,” Quickly, Luna’s penance ponysonified was thrown in the crucible.
Finally, Cadance’s stomach settled, as did the claw that had gripped it so long. The hardest part was lower, lost to the mixture before her. Her die was cast, now it was time to get her answers. Her hands went to her igniting horn.
“Into Celestia’s mind, I stare /
To call her ego, that she can’t spare /
Her deepest desires, all which I dare /
To make manifest, as mimicked mare!”
As the compound before her turned plasmic and burst upwards in a stream stopping short of the ceiling, Cadance stood firm. This clandestine scheme was about to bear fruit, but she still had to be ready. So many factors could go wrong. The base of this spell was a copy of that in the Ponyville Mirror Pool and a pink pony had already shown the ways that could go sideways. The spice came from three days’ worth of separate negotiations, and could be traced if a smart enough equine was clued into the act of dream-weaving. Like, say, a certain raven-skinned alicorn of the moon.
Especially troubling was the final ingredient she used. With the inclusion of a Tantabus shard in the mix, she could unleash the power of a creature of nightmares on the empire if this barrier didn’t hold. She had tested that barrier, though, remembering the way the Elements took out the silhouetted specter the first time. But as the ambient ray reshaped into a six-sided portal over the colossal cauldron, the luminous outline of her prime target came into being anyway.
Flawless, supple alabaster skin stitched over a towering seven-and-a-half-foot frame. A tranquil snow-white face appeared, framed by a lavish curtain of glittering aquamarine tresses sailing by her perfect slope of a shoulder. Even now, Princess Celestia looked like she owned the room she was in instead of... “Cadance?” And that syrupy voice, one you wanted to open the cap and drizzle onto your trove of secrets. For today, however, it would have to be the other way around.
“Yes. Princess.” Cadance had to stop the spike of joy that shot through her heart. This was not the real Princess Celestia. She was resting in Equestria - another requirement for this potion to work - and her inquiry would need to be exact. Besides, she was certain Celestia would never address her this way, too bound by title and tenor to ever settle down around her, or anypony. Cadance’s coral-colored fingers gripped at the hem of her golden bodice anyway at this mimic’s mirthful gaze. “You know Celestia’s desires. Share them. Tell me... her idea of a perfect mate.”
Celestia’s arms crossed over the lip of her cauldron, the spawning solution bubbling beneath her. It was now at hip level - and thus, level enough to drench her beautifully bare hips. The suns etched over them danced beautifully in the hallowed light as Celestia spoke, her answer gracing the alicorn’s ears so softly Cadance wondered if it even tickled her pink-and-golden locks. “Isn’t it obvious? Celestia would never be content with one of anything.”
“How so?” Cadance wasn’t prepared for an answer this cryptic. Was Celestia as fond of teasing around the point in her own mind as well as outside it? It would explain so much, like the actions at the first Gala. But yet, it’d explain so little… like letting the Elements in for the second Gala.
One of Celestia’s hands raised, and the pink-skinned alicorn fell silent. “It’s all right, my little pony,” Cadance’s ears bristled at the remark, but the facsimile continued. “Celestia is a mare of many tastes. She has all different types of sweets for breakfast every day, to try tastes of the town ponies who visit her. Flans for Manehattan, crystal crunch cake for the Dragon Lands... hot cross buns for Trottingham.“ Twinkling jade eyes diluted in delight at the last five words.
Cadance’s legs crossed at the serene expression plastered on her Celestia copy’s face. She felt so disarmed, so naked, but it was an inviting feeling of vulnerability. Like the comfort of a hug, the warmth of the womb - even like the entrance to one so traitorously throbbing behind her swirling dress as her eyes traveled to the sharp tips of her corset.
Damn it, the replicated ruler of Equestria was in front of her, and all she could think of was sex? Well, her having sex. Saying Celestia’s needs was part of the plan. “So, a cook?” offered Cadance.
“You’re getting warmer.” Was her tongue flicking out to wet her violet lips? Cadance thought. Impossible! She had no need. Cadance hated that she wasn’t entirely certain who that was supposed to refer to. “She also likes stallions of all types. The short and tall, the limp and… the zebras?” The tile of her head at that was almost… mischievous. Even more than the diarch normally was. “They all offer the same thing. Solutions. Affection. Devotion.”
Cadance’s heart stopped the hammering in her chest she only just realized was happening. This was understandable, yes. Celestia loves everypony equally. She was a mother to Equestria, she’d accept anyone who loved her and could… show it. Suddenly another part of Cadance’s further south started pulsing, lacy underwear turning damp. “Then... who offers the most of that? The most of what Celestia... needs?”
“I can think of one.” Bemusement infected Celestia’s inflections, sending a blazing blush against the coral cheeks of the Princess of Love. “Legs for days, a mind to seize all of them, magic to spare... and quite hot too.”
Cadance’s brain scrambled for an answer. Somepony close to Canterlot, there had to be a stallion, a mare, something that fit the bill. Donut Joe? No, he had no magic.
“Answer’s closer than you think, Cady...” Then why wasn’t this construct giving it to her, instead of these riling riddles?! You’d think that she was some relative of Tri-
Cadance’s hands prickled, and she knew it had to be from handling the possibility glowing in her grasp like a hot coal. “L-like Trixie?” After all she’d done to the Elements? What she was likely doing with Starlight Glimmer?
Cadance would never live it down, hearing this egotist prance about with this notch in her star-embroidered cap. But if it was the closest to a good solid screwing the wound-up nutcracker Celestia needed, then Cadance would swallow her pride, bend over and wow did this metaphor take a sharp turn into Luna Bay. Cadance’s mind clamped up again.
“It is fine, Cady. After all…” Celestia leaned down further, breasts pulsing against the lip of the vat as she cradled her arms around her ample bosom. Cadance’s skin turned even redder at the realization that she'd been silent this whole time. She was likely gonna have to proposition Trixie to pound one out for Celestia, her clone was calling her a name she thought had died with the chocolate egg-eating incident, and she could not stop thinking about which one of their thighs were wetter! “... there was only ever one of me that Equestria needs to love anyway.“
And after the Crystyal Guards found out Shining swore they got the charges dropped, to-
Huh? Cadance's mind reviewed Celestia's last words. “W-wait? Come again?”
“In a minute, sexy.”
Cadance could feel a patch on the frills of her royal purple skirt spread from squirting, one hand rushing to cover her trickling lust. Her voice followed in a low whisper, seeking verification from the facsimile of Celestia. “Y-you’re saying that the only pony Celestia would even screw… is herself?”
“My exact words - exact - were that Celestia’s nothing without me. It’s as I said, Cady…” And suddenly, one hand pulled dangerously at the dip in her corset, material stretching low enough to narrowly show the areolas of her nipples past the arrows of linen. ”... Celestia would never settle for just one of anything.”
Audacity like this was not any part of the Celestia she knew, or wanted to know. Cadance knew it and leapt to her feet, face-to-face with the amalgamation. But Celestia’s hand was quicker as it lunged for her neck, perfected manicured nails digging trenches in pink flesh. One of Cadance’s hands slapped fitfully against the wrist, but the appendage held firm as Celestia’s grin turned carnal. Suddenly, in the barrier between construction and creator, a prominent figure in Celestia's nightmares came to life, evaporating the sweat building on Cadance's brow.
Fire, as red as the blood struggling to flow around Cadance’s compressed neck, sprang to life around Celestia and altered her hair into a snakelike coil of plasma. Her eyes alternated, white sclera fading to the same onyx shine as her corset and the bands forming over her thin wrists. And the catlike pupils her eyes flashed into bore into Caden’s bundling ones, rising out of the crucible. Wings of simmering embers materialized at her sides, formed from the basin that was supposed to hold her, restrain her, keep back-
“Daybreaker!” Starlight Glimmer hadn’t forgotten her name, and neither had the Princess of Love. “Back, fie-unkh!“ Her captor pushed her palm against the vice she had her neck in, and the curse failed for lack of oxygen to fuel it. ‘Celestia’s’ flames, however, had no such restraint, searing black scars over the front of her outfits with the same contrasting fury that they chilled her coral skin and soul.
“Don’t wear it out, that’s what your ponut’s for.” Daybreaker’s voice was as sharp as glass. “Really, it’s been a while since I’ve seen someone as cute as you.”
“C-charmed,” gasped Cadance. “If I can actually breathe now…:”
“You always could, Cady,” Daybreaker stepped closer to Cadance. “I’m squeezing the sides of your neck, not the front. All I’m keeping from your head is the blood.” Her eyes shamelessly lingered over her supple body; easy to do from the head-and-a-half height she had over the coral-skinned alicorn. “Or maybe it’s got better places to rush to, Princess.”
At this point, Cadance’s panties were a total bust. Feeling seeping wetness creep down her thigh, she was also glad she’d gone without stockings when she told Shining she’d be busy with getting the groceries for Flurry. In truth she’d packed enough supplies for a week in the cellar, the thigh-high slit in her shirt ensured Armo brokered no further inquiry from Shining, and it guaranteed the Palace’s top floors would be empty while the Crystal Guard secured Flurry.
Unfortunately, that meant she was all alone with Daybreaker, no voice to call to Shining, and no magic - wait! That’s it! Her horn lit up, and just as quickly, Daybreaker diffused its glow by slowly closing her lips upon its tip. Between the twin grips she had on Cadance, a thousand fireworks surged. Her protrusion was fizzling in that warm cavern of Daybreaker’s maw, causing her own to tilt open. A moan would have tumbled from her throat if not for the thrumming pressure on it, and in response, her lower lips clenched harder.
Shame flooded through every part of her above her pelvis, eyes brimming with tears as she again tried to pry her fingers loose. But digging against Daybreaker's hands brought more friction against her sensitive coral skin. Daybreaker’s smirk only grew at watching the pink-and-gold mane of Cadance sway as she futility fought her grip. Her other palm roughly cupped Cadance’s cheek and yanked it up again, reveling in the hate-filled glance she shot her. “Don’t be like that. I like alicorns who fight back-at least at the start.”
“I-is this a game to you?” Cadance could have kneed her, but she trusted nothing below her legs no, especially soaked with crystalline juices as they were.
“So, here’s the score,” hissed Daybreaker. “Every little filthy dream Celestia has, every meatrocket she’s eyed up, every zebra entourage she’s wanted to spit-roast her in the Two Square… they’re all embodied through me now.” Her grin stretched across her face. ”And now that I’ve got the power of her sister’s nightmare, I’m going to become her worst.”
“NO!” Celestia could never know of this! She’d bend her over her knee and... and her nethers dripped that sweet honeydew-smelling cuntsap again, nearly buckling her knees before the sun titan. “I’ll do anything… just don’t let Celestia suffer for my sins.” Again, she didn’t finish.
Daybreaker cackled. “Oh, I’m gonna have the pleasure of an alicorn tending to my fire by day’s end. But since you’re so eager to volunteer...” Her thumb traced over her pink chin. “I’ll see what you can do, Cady.”
Cadance tensed herself, runic energy channeling through her pores. The second she had that horn free, she was moving to either teleport downstairs or toward Daybreaker. Lecherous as she was, she could probably catch her off guard. Then it’d be a simple trip of getting Shining, possibly spinning some more yarn about it being some wraith of Sombra, and-
Then Daybreaker’s pearls of cruel laughter not only disjointed her train of thought, but sent it veering off a cliff. “No fighting in your war room, Cady. I said I‘ll have an alicorn stoking my fire.” Her motions at the pink alicorn’s chin tugged her head sharply downward.“Now stoke.”
Cadance, were it not for the other hand pinned to her throat, would have had her breath taken away by what she saw. Between Daybreaker’s legs - and twisting out the sharp cleave of shiny black latex to a thread running so the right of it - was a foot-and-a-half of throbbing maremeat. Two seedsacs hung beneath this monstrous cock, churning with liquified lust just as the shaft rippled out another inch of meat for Cadance to marvel at. “H-holy…” She whispered.
“Sorry, that’s a ‘lesser me’ thing, Cady." sneered Daybreaker. “Here, I’ll even make it easy for you. Devour everything in here…” The chalk-white hand at her chin finally left, only to heave up her colossal cock to jab its fist-sized bulb at her stomach.“Or in there.” Leaving her shaft to bend precariously against her stomach, her thumb then jutted back at the crucible, her threat painfully clear.
Cadance gulped. It wasn’t just over her own life at stake, but the stallion she married and the child his own prodigious penis had given her. For them, the scales tipped toward the amorous avatar. “F-fine… just don’t hurt my family.” Her thighs slid together as she finally dropped to her knees, humiliation complete. So why was her heart still thrashing against her ribs?
“Hurt? Oh noo, Cady, I wouldn’t dream of it. And I should know all about dreams…” Daybreaker’s eyes narrowed. “Considering how those Elements ruined mine.” Without another word, her hips pumped forward.
Cadance had taken her husband’s fleshspear before, so this thrust was almost nothing. Almost, but it’s fantastic girth still stretched her mouth tightly upon impact. The near-airtight seal over her gullet made her wonder if this was the better option after all. Daybreaker’s corkscrewing hips didn’t help matters.
“Take it! L-like Glimmer took my dreams from me!” Outsourcing the fault for her banishment from Celestia’s mind felt hazardous, so Cadance believed, but Daybreaker’s concern for health was molecule-small and fading by the minute anyhow. And it wasn’t the only one. The pink alicorn’s concern for Shining’s welfare held strong, but the fear of him finding out this infidelity- this illicit sex storm she was in the eye of - was fading fast.
Her lips shuddering around her milk-white shaft as it thrust in and out of her mouth. That drive, the same one that kept her shooting her grins and defiant stares at a far differently shaded creature before, was back. And she clung to it like Zap Apple Jam.
Cadance wanted to show that this being, this flawlessly-featured being slotted in her maw, did not own her. She set the tempo. She played the instrument, no matter what size or position. She was the Princess of Love, and this was her break from helplessness in the face of overwhelming odds. And so, her tongue swirled over that cock as only a carnal connoisseur could.
Daybreaker moaned, a throaty affair that shot another wave of pre down past the gums of Cadance. Whatever she thought of the two sisters, this alicorn was delightfully different. Full of surprises too, the way her hips coiled and thrust as she bent and slid those last few inches of savory meatlog down into her throat. Daybreaker’s mind scrambled, settling on a new plan in light of this boisterous new streak in Princess Cadance.
Despite her rough treatment of Cadance’s lips, though, she was just as concerned with getting off quickly as Cadance was. So her hands settled into two tresses of hair - one pink, one gold, both attached to the pink alicorn’s scalp - and wrapped her hands around them, pulling her further and further on her length. She was the peak of alicorn promiscuity. Love had no place here, except under her feet or over her sweat-dripping testes. So why were these coral hips and multicolored tail of Cadance still wiggling!
Cadance fought to keep her gullet gaping for Daybreaker, gag reflex destroyed under thirteen inches of delicious maremeat pushing against her tongue. “Rrrg, so tight… fucking holster me…” That enraptured hiss was all the warning Cadance got before milk-white hips shot back and forth, fiery tail slapping against the edge of the crucible as she fucked her tasty throat.
Cadance’s own mouth twisted, the straight path to her stomach allowing her to corkscrew herself on that throbbing erection. It was almost unintelligible from the slick noises propping from her throat but Cadance finally Daybreaker get out in a guttural howl, “Swallow every bit of me, Cady, you slut.”
Oxygen, and the need for it, burned behind Candace's meat-jammed tunnel, but she knew it was working. Daybreaker’s breaths were getting labored and lusty as the rippling of esophageal muscles rippled around her footlong. Despite one hand turning whiter as it knuckled in tousled pink tresses, the other returned to its magnetic position around her throat as she worked her hips, feather-light this time, as she felt her length constrict the pink gullet. And her eyes were flitting between that vacuum of Cadance’s mouth and the twitching globes of her ass.
Cadance could see it all no matter how much it hurt her eyes, and knew how to roll Daybreaker’s into her skull. Without a second thought - to Daybreaker or her similarly-skinned husband several floors below - Cadance reached out and slapped her own ass, coral cheeks sending that last needed impact coursing through her body and the erection crushed into it. Daybreaker flooded her, and all five of her sex-drunk senses were sent into overdrive.
Her veiny white twatsplitter flared and locked off the last of any air travel within her throat, shooting load after load of sticky spunk into her stomach. The musk from Daybreaker's draining nuts, now only inches from her bottom lip, filled her nostrils. An aura of incense and salt that nearly sent her eyes fluttering at every tickle it delivered to her nostrils. Taste and sight? Considering both revolved around the length twitching warmly against her maw, and the spurts of jizz it landed on her tenderized tongue, no complaints were filed. And that sound, oh the sinful sweep of her sawtooth-filled maw as she moaned “Yeeeess…” and packed her paunch full of virile foalbatter, was aural euphoria.
Daybreaker almost launched herself out of Cadance's mouth, the last errant shots of creamy cum painting lewd lines up her throat and face. Her inadvertent last shot at suffocating Cadance on her cock’s release sent the pink alicorn spluttering for air and rubbing at one of her eyes a rope of hot goo had nearly blinded. Petite coral hands still awkwardly cradled around her and her shriveling sack as she recovered her breath and bearings. “T-that… gguh... better have been enough. My husband’s longer than you anyways.”
Forget checks her ass couldn’t catch, her tongue might have just scrawled the last curve of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza onto her suicide pact. She didn’t know where this defiance came from, but Daybreaker had a hint. Her gleaming maw clenched as the stars within her abyssal eyes shrank to dwarfs.
“Tough words fora mare whose tears will smell of me for a week.” Then her hands were pulling Cadance up on gelatin legs, and she was plunging her tongue down her throat instead, muscle far less constrictive but far more active.
Daybreaker’s wings flapped and flared around Princess Cadance, her pink ones looping around the curves of her taut glutes. The pink alicorn swore she’d found a way to control her enkindled extensions’ burn rate now. Even as the knotted straps of her top faded under a sea of ash, Daybreaker’s flames only turn the skin beneath into slightly blistered, supple gooseflesh. Her mouth showed the true ferocity of a forge to compensate, the taste of candied spice on the amalgamation tongue as Cadance’s tangled with it. A moan rang out, and Cadance didn’t know which mare uttered it.
Cadance’s coral-colored clit winked, hood flaring out as it ground against slick and quickly un-flaccifying maremeat. “So kinky now…” Milky-white hips rolled against coral, and Cadance realized with a start that her skirt had scorched away, as the thin film that remained of it was trapped between ten greedy fingers. Kneading at the doughy ass, another syrupy moan graced Daybreaker’s ears. “What would your husband think, you here squirting and begging for more of the real Celestia?”
“You’re concerned about who's on my mind instead of blowing it with your bulge?” huffed Cadance, as her lips followed that dip of Daybreak's neck. “You’re… the sorriest excuse for a succubus ever... and I’ve seen Sunset Shimmer.”
Two lies. The last thing Cadance wanted to think about was Daybreaker going for a second round, especially to try and excel her spouse. And Sunset? Really? A bad fiendess? 8.5/10, finally as smoking as her hair, never wanted to switch places with a dean so bad since Harshwhinny during Shining’s time at S.G.U. That rust-colored mare was ridden wet and put away hard; no wonder she was so sour, nopony else came close!
Cadance wondered if her recent throat-holstering hadn’t knocked some brain cells loose. Then Cadance’s eyes bored into Daybreaker's golden ones, and she suddenly started thinking Daybreaker hadn’t loosened enough of her.
“I should drown you for that.” hissed the alicorn avatar. The grip of Daybreaker’s magic surged around the pink alicorn, likely fueled by that Tantabus tether.
Cadance swallowed the last iotas of her pride. Daybreaker was insatiable, but she could be endured. Everypony could! And she had a spot between her legs that would prove it. “I called you to help me find out what’d make Celestia cry for more. If you’re volunteering… then prove your superiority on me.” Giving of her body, so other ponies wouldn’t give their lives to stop her. Cadance had already cursed herself, now it was about damage control.
And Daybreaker looked ready to wreck her pussy, gold slits diluting at the offer. “Nice way of summoning me Cadance. Now let mommy Celestia take care of that cunt.”
She’d seen. She’d seen and heard and likely smelled that smelter between her coral legs in their first conversation, and Princess Cadance could still only half-curse her loins for squelching at the mention of the word ‘mommy’. Even now, her voice was like that warm embrace, only now it threatened to burn her up, boil her alive. But she’d hold out until Daybreaker was finished, wavering, weak from her pounding. “Go for it, wannabe.” she shot back huskily.
Slender legs wrapped around them, the diamonds on their hips disappearing within the grip of her thighs. Daybreaker’s leer widened large enough to rival Luna’s dark half. “Done and done, o conjurer my conjurer.” Then her legs pumped as she raced down the halls, every straightaway covered in seconds with a beat of her blazing wings. Cadance had to ask how Daybreaker knew of her bedroom... or why her initial plans of losing her in the halls died upon them hitting the soft double doors of her bedroom door, the backing ringing in her skull soothed by plush lips.
Thankfully, Daybreaker was still an inherent tattletale, even with her true identity now as naked as the pink alicorn she was nipping the neck of. “You found a Tantabus… Oh, how superb.“ she purred. “Just enough to know about where Shining takes you to… and what makes you want to be taken there.” The tone was so surreptitious, Cadance suspected Daybreaker was lying. She also suspected she’d be dying if her supernova-hot body ever left hers as they collapsed into the four-poster bed.
Blue and purple foam sheets on top, Saddle Arabian cotton underneath, the Shining/Cadance bedchamber was a testament to their Crystal Empire’s new diplomatic strides. Well, Shining’s. And against her own lust-soaked interest, Cadance couldn’t help but twist her head away to avoid the… familiarity of their current fuckden. Specifically, her turning to the right on a particular clamp of Daybreaker’s maw upon one coral breast, erect nipple billowed. It was half out of bliss and half to look away from the beautifully carved crib in that corner of the room, twirling toys above almost like an accusatory glare into her cheating soul.
No! Cadance brought this monster into the world and she was taming it. She was elbow-deep in a self-inflicted problem, and rather than wait for her family or friends to save her, she was solving it! She was only the outsider looking in for her repressed ruler-in-arms, and now-
“-fuck, I need to be in you. Now.” The V in the alabaster alicorn’s corset then suddenly dropped to a string after she spoke, as she hooked a hand in the top of it and tore it down to her shaved pubis. One of the straps slipped off a shoulder, the flaming appendages bursting the leather in tatters. Her bulbous breasts popped free, bright nipples swinging over Cadance’s trembling lips.The pendulum-like motion of the fleshy sacs above and below Daybreaker’s torso drew Cadance’s eyes again. “How about we really test out this Tantabus power you gave me?”
“H-how?” stammered Cadance. That last declaration had been right into her belly button. The pink alicorn’s folds jutted up, wanting to be the next target of that sinful tongue as it dipped into her navel.
“I am an embodiment of lust, Cady. Your ruler’s lust. And everything she’s gotten off of, I can imitate too.” In a flash, Cady’s ordeal turned nightmarish, as the jagged horns and chitinous curves of Queen Chrysalis. Her grip around this construct’s shoulders turned iron-tight, her pupils shrank, but the bug-horse did not go for her jugular. Those puncture-ridden limbs closed around her hips instead, lewdly sliding her dark ovipositor over her dripping lips.
Indeed, this wasn’t the same as Cadance’s last encounter with the changeling queen. The fang-covered smile curved and brooding lust. Her tail was still as thick as the alicorns’ green-tinged as it was, flicking at her sopping folds. If it was Chrysalis, the real Queen, she’d probably have gone for more… endowed targets. “D-Daybreaker?” gasped the alicorn, meatloaf still squishing among her cunt lips.
“Oooh...,” Again with that amorous accent! Even under this changeling’s skin, it made Cadance gush. “I just love hearing that name from your lips instead of that bug-horse’s.” Her twitching fifth leg - the only one not riddled with holes - drooled its sap all over her thighs, slighting them as her swiveling sides began their hypnotic rhythm. The senses that had been so elevated by Daybreaker before seemed so deceiving to her now.
“You said this was Celestia’s fantasy?” Cadance’s thwacking heartbeat threatened to rupture her eardrums, but her hands shot out to that thin neck anyway. Celestia’s mane, it even felt like the changeling queen’s, smooth plates of jet-black rolling and tensing as her fingers laced behind them. “She wants… Chrysalis?”
Daybreaker’s snicker told the answer. Suddenly, the pink alicorn’s brain sparked with opportunity. She’d never had a chance to get back at Chrysalis, at Sombra, to lay finishing blows against those that so occupied her slumber. Luna had tried and failed to chase them away, but… now she could face them herself, as it gave her pleasure. A vengeance in effigy, as it were.
Cadance’s eyes narrowed as they met the amalgam’s. “Pump me full then, Queen. Like you wished you could.” And Cadance’s pelvis thrust at last to meet the retreating ovipositor, vein-thickened length snuggling beautifully into velvet walls.
The snarl on Chrysalis' grin widened, but it still remained tilted upwards. A second laser, her hips followed suit, shaft and snatch united at last as twinned roars sped from their throats. Pale white patches of alabaster skin erupted from around the bug-horse’s face and neck, Daybreaker’s illusion nearly shattered by the euphoric contact.
Hands interlocked in the squashy pillows behind them, pink and black mounds moulding into baby-blue cotton as Daybrealis reared back and thrust again. Her canal was ruthlessly pounded, cuntsap and pre-cum splattering out in tandem to cover her charcoal hips in another slick sheen.
And through it all, Cadance refused to break eye contact with the being as she snapped her hips into her colossal cuntsplitter. For once, her abeyant need to be taken bone-creakingly hard was being fulfilled. Oh certainly, Shining got to this point eventually, especially the night that that Flurry was conceived. But he was gentle, calm, kind -- every bit the benign brother of Twilight’s, no matter how sexy he looked covered in sweat and… other liquids.
Daybreaker was not Shining, even if her tool was pumping in that foal-hole he’d claimed. This was a foe, a threat. If Daybreaker got this close to her, she wanted there to be no subtlety of what she wanted from them, in battle or in bed. Go hard, fast and deep; enough so she could smell their failure to break her seep from their pores. Chrysalis' twisting horn drooped closer and closer to Cadance’s gaping mouth, and without warning, Cadance took it into her purple lips, cheeks hollowing to suck on the tip as Day did to her.
Bliss crackled through Daybreaker, the alter ego not used to feeling that element lick at her nerves. Her magic faltered again, the lower half of ‘Chrysalis’ turning milky-white, suns on the thighs a prismatic blur as her cock was mercilessly milked by Cadance’s snatch. Flames burst from the jade gossamer, but Daybreaker couldn’t give a fire-forged fuck about the breaching of her mirage. If anything, her flared pillar of hair billowed even further, the tip of her scorching hairlick blackening the drapes hanging over their bed.
In that moment, Daybreaker struck back. With the failing of that part of her mirage, her plasma tail came roaring back to life, and she pulled back on a particularly brutal thrust that had her fingers and toes curling in unbridled bliss. Then she went to Cadance’s bare thighs, slicking her puckered hole with her tail. Cadance was too busy to see what she needed, so she whispered, a silky purr into a pink-shelled ear. “Cooldown spell, on that cute l..little asshole of yours. Now.”
Cadance’s horn spluttered to life as she weaved the enchantments, her tongue busy migrating to those darkened nipples. Suckling on one of them, eyes still locked on the half-closed ones of Daybreaker, she didn’t see her tail swat Cadance’s own out from around her asshole, or her fingers stop their work slathering her juices over her like glaze over sausage.
But the “S-SHIT!” Cadance bellowed out of her coiled plasma tip plunged into that ring of muscle below her pussy, filling her other channel with blinding and non-scarring heat in one line drive. Now, Princess Cadance was double-stuffed, and Daybreaker’s full savagery shone through. Her tongue lolled out carefully between rows of jagged fangs, panting exotically at the tortured face of Cadance beneath.
“Slut! So hot! T-tight!” There it was, the minuscule amount of surrender that she got from the carnal cocktail brewing in her loins. Being split apart was so amazing, and that it was a being threatening her life only made it hotter. Or was that her fiery mane as the last of her illusion broke? Either way, Cadance was in heaven, pearly gates full to capacity, hips rushing back to meet brutal thrusts, spring of sensuality in her lower gut crimping with the force of her restraint.
“Give me your cum… and my real name!” cried the pink alicorn, her hips burning with the strain of mashing them against Daybreaker’s own.
“C-Cady, you fucking~!” Attacking that coral neck with her teeth hard enough to leave welts, Daybreaker seethed. “You’re mine, slut-gah!” That velvet vice seized hard on her meaty dick, cutting off her verbal barb with a squeezing of her flaring bulb. Her tail still pumped roughly into the pink alicorn each time her sloppy shaft pulled out, but Daybreaker was losing control fast.
Both ponies' springs finally uncoiled at the same time, Daybreaker’s final thrust burying her hilt-deep in Cadance’s womb and filling it with cum on the first spurt as a “Caaaadyyyy~!” burst from her lips. That uncorking of her virile load, combined with the last thrust of her plasma appendage, caused her limp coral legs to wrap like pythons over her hips, their wings enveloping each other as Cadance climaxed with her. By the time the third rope of Daybreaker's cum was seeping out of her walls, Cadance’s crystalline juices were geysering out.
Both ponies moaned, arched, spasmed around each other, locked in the sweat soaked sheets. Cadance’s stomach swelled with Daybreaker’s searing lovebatter, until it touched her pale abdomen. And as that fountain of jizz ebbed slowly, her flexile plasma tail attacked her backdoor with renewed vigor, Cadance’s walls convulsing as her second orgasm slammed into her.
Daybreaker was the first to collapse, entwined and entombed in Cadance’s bloated body on her left side so as not to crush her. Cockfiends like her shouldn’t be offed by accident. That wouldn’t be good to the once and future ruler of Equestria, after all. Cadance’s nethers clamped over that tool, goblets of goo seeing from her hot vice as Daybreaker’s whip of white-hot plasma pulled from her puckered hole at last.
Princess Cadance’s thoughts traced back to what should have been her lowest moment. She was impregnated, rutted, replete with the cum of Celestia’s amorous alterego. But then, after several minutes of panting, her mindset turned to fleeting few moments of glory and what drove them. The threat of the incoming King Sombra upon the Empire, more stormfront than shadowy stallion, spurring her to reach for that last vein of golden resolve. The looming threat of Chrysalis, trapping her for so long, only for her to mine out the might to hold out for another day until the prodigy she once foalsat on her knee came to her.
And now, this. This Tantabus-tethered nightmare, this well-endowed wraith had her lips wrapped around her. Daybreaker was as hungry for Cadance’s surrender as the pink alicorn was thirsty for her shaft. But that was it: Cadance’s strength drew from her supineness, her sensuality in submission. The humiliation she thought would consume her now stoked her own fire, and she wanted to feel more, as Daybreaker flooded her full. And with it, she’d save the Empire and all of Equestria’s elites on her terms. Even with no Elements to bail her out, or Prince Shining to bear her load. Well, not for nine months.
“You realize Shining’ll kill you if he knows you did this, right?” Cadance pointed to her new paunch, turning her head to meet the white face of her newest foalfiller.
“Oh yes, Shining. A primped-up, well-hung unicorn prince that a bug-horse could take over, facing off against the avatar of repressed lust. However shall I succeed.” It wasn’t a question. Both ponies knew the answer.
The mention of that bug-horse sent Cadance’s mind into a whirl. How it could operate after being short-circuited by such a behemoth as Daybreaker’s dick could stump even Neighsay. But bowing to intimidation without some plan of resistance was the way of the old Cadance. Unlike those lakes of liquified lust soaking into her bedsheets, that would no longer be her portion.
“Or we could take down the Queen together, and save having to explain you to Shining?” she counteroffered to Daybreaker.
Insidious interest brought a burst of color to Daybreaker’s cheeks, one of her hands gliding among her slightly hardening ramrod at the prospect. “Clever girl. I should hate you. But I’d like to know how you’d help me fuck you like I’d hate you instead.”
Cadance herself was pondering this. So quickly, the tables had turned on her grand experiment to satisfy Celestia. Now she was thinking of usurping entire races? Living lies to her own husband? As the nails of Daybreaker scraped over her coral asscheeks, and teased between well-traveled folds, Cadance repressed those doubts. She’d still have a chance to do this for Celestia. This was just… a longer preparatory stage than she thought. And it’d likely save Equestria from the threat of two homewrecking manipulators.
“I could possibly get Shining on board. But we’ll have to be exact. Oh, and Daybreaker?” Her voice was cut off by a moan as slim white fingers traced around her puckered hole. Cadance’s fingers still jutted to the dip of her collarbone. “That’s how far Armor’s dick got into me the day we made Flurry. Don’t believe me, let him in one of your holes and find out.”
“What makes you think I’ll…?” Even Cadance’s will refused to oblige the blatant lie falling from the alicorn alter ego’s lips as her own curved into a knowing smirk. “... actually be satisfied from something that long?”
“The name ‘Shining’ didn’t come when he joined the Guard, Day. Or even when he was born. It came from when he joined the School for Gifted Unicorns.” A staggering majority of which were female, loved ‘shining’ up the stag stallion between classes and may well have caused a month-long moment of mourning the second that pulsing polearm of his became her exclusive domain. “But you don’t get any further rides here ‘til the conductor approves.”
Daybreaker’s eyes and lips narrowed dangerously at the implication. Still, she reached out and clamped her fingers in the sides of Cadance’s throat, instead of crushing it. Feeling her blood thrum merrily at the pads of her fingers from the pressure, the amalgamation smirked again. “Never forget who owns you, Cadance.”
“Memory’s foggy, Day. Refresh it for me-oh!” Cadance’s thrust of her hips towards Daybrekaer was another on the long list of dangerous games she played. But the jiggle of the diamond imprinted upon when a milky-white hand thundered across it showed there could be two winners in that game. And as Daybreaker curled around Cadance, the pink alicorn patiently waited, hoping Daybreaker would nod off fast so she could race down to brief Shining on the new arrangement.
The gears in her brain whirred, as stimulated now as it was when she’d started making this mixture hours ago. Getting her husband on board might require an extension of the ‘freebie rule’ they’d charted out during estrus, but... it could be done. If only for the sake of ‘Equestria’s security’. If a cute little dragon could relax his standards for Thorax, so could she.
Spinning this to the rest of Equestria, and finalizing her goal of getting Celestia unwound, well, that would be a mission and a half. But weren’t all negotiations a matter of well-built relationships at their heart? And who knew better of those subjects - relationships and heart - than the Princess of Love?
After all, the beautiful partnership she’d struck might work out well for them both. Daybreaker would be getting that lesson of friendship from her that Starlight and Celestia’s smackdown humbled her to, and Princess Cadance finally doing right by one of the dauntless diarchs she’d so long felt inadequate to.
This was still going according to Cadance’s plan. She could still win the day that Daybreaker had seized.
Perhaps if she said it enough, her fingers would stop nervously clacking together.
