It had been a good while since Princess Luna’s return to Equestria. Old conflicts had been settled, the two had become more than comfortable around each other, and a peaceful routine had finally returned to the Palace. And for the first time since what felt like eternity, Luna truly had a chance to show her dear sister her appreciation in the old-fashioned ways.

The princess of the night was carrying a comically immense present within the grip of her magic, swiftly prancing up another flight of stairs on her way to her sister. Her lips curled up into a self-satisfied smirk. Yes, she just knew that Celestia would love this one.

Regardless, she wasn’t thinking about the present’s design anyway. For now she was far to focussed on the the confused squeaks emitted by the very package she carried. Confused squeaks emitted by a bat pony who’d been tied up, couldn’t move her arms, legs, wings, and who’d been forced to chew on a ball gag for quite a while now. Maybe she'd be making other sounds soon enough, but in her current position all she could do was whimper and squeak.

Needless to say, this was not the level of stoic dignity, utter devotion, and incurable obsession Luna had expected from a bat pony mare whom she’d personally picked to fulfill the most holy, important of duties one could possibly expect: Service of the princesses’ lust. Was it too late to go and get a better ball gag somewhere?

‘Yes,’ Amaranthine—the currently bound bat pony—would answer, but Luna wasn’t going to give her a choice here either way. Her wish for this entire event to be called off went unheard, and left the package as nothing more than gag-muffled mumbling. All that was left was the faint hope that this was just a wild fever dream, but her gut told her that that hope wasn’t going to work out.

Luna had been clear enough with what was expected of her, but… Really? She was supposed to be a gift for princess Celestia? She was supposed to sexually service her? This sounded like the worst prank she’d ever been part of. She had heard that Luna had some trouble fitting in, but surely, surely princess Celestia was going to set her free, right? Maybe give her a few bits as hush money to brush this whole thing under the rug? Right? ...right? Besides, did the Princess' even have sex? Wasn't Celestia supposed to be an eternal virgin. Purity and all that?

A few moments later it seemed like she’d arrived at her destination, somewhere deep in the palace considering the amount of sharp, jarring turns she was subjected to. The creaking of massive wooden doors, and then just a few seconds later (she would’ve loved a quick warning) her vessel smacked onto the floor.

She was left alone for a few moments, the sounds of voices slowly coming closer. Luna’s. And… definitely Celestia. She had only heard her speak once, during a public announcement, but it was difficult to forget that voice. It really was her. Maybe she was going to save her?

“Oh Lulu, you shouldn’t have.~” Celestia cooed happily as she stepped closer. “But ah… why don’t you open the package while I lower the sun? We wouldn’t want her to run out of air in there now, would we?” That was something, at least. The air was stuffy and smelt like cardboard. And bat. Bat and cardboard and sweat.

“Hrmpf. She is not going to suffocate in there, I made sure to add the required amount of holes in the lid.” Luna grumbled. Still, she obeyed with some delay. With a wink of her magic the ribbons tore apart, the package split open, and Amaranthine was greeted by the sunset’s light flowing from the balcony and drowning the room in a warm orange color.

She blinked, darkness-adjusted eyes slowly getting used to the world around her. Not like there was much to see considering she was still tied up. Luna had done a damn good job there, which was about the nicest thing Ama could say about her treatment thus far. Ama was lying on the floor with about as much mobility as a stuffed animal. She was on her side, facing away from Celestia and Luna, and merely got a good view of what had to be one of Celestia’s private chambers, her heart still racing with worry. An alicorn-size desk, chairs, couch, bed…

Before she got a chance to really appreciate the fine details of the gilded stucco on Celestia’s furniture and guess as to which century the decoration belonged, Luna had knelt down next to her. Amaranthine felt the goosebumps-inducing touch of Luna’s hand stroking through her mane. A cold tingle rushed down her spine, simultaneously soothing and concerning. This was after all the mare who had restrained her to the point of immobility less than an hour ago.

er arms were still tied on her back, just like her legs. Her wings had received the same fate, and she’d been gagged. Still not the best situation to be in. Any comfort she took in this gesture of affection(?) might be short-lived.

“Is that an inkling of fear we sense?” Princess Luna said, her voice steady as a rock.

Amaranthine flinched, the childhood fear of being scolded by a princess finally coming true.

“Hrmp… Nay, it does not matter. Your previous life is over. From this night on you shall and will part from your old flaws. We shalt make it so, and thy destiny is at our hooves. Mine, and those of my dear sister.”

Amaranthine’s heart raced. She wanted to call out, ask what was really going on, even plead for forgiveness or freedom, but for the time being princess Luna clearly did not put any value on her thoughts. She’d almost grown-used to the ball-gag stifling her speech, her jaw finally losing that steady ache as a not insignificant amount of drool pooled onto the floor below her..
The gentle touch of Luna’s hand turned into a tight grip in a mere instant. The lunar diarch’s fingers had clenched around a handful of Amaranthine’s mane. Her head was harshly, brutally yanked up into the air, and turned towards the balcony. Without her arms to balance or hold herself erect, she was forced to dangle from Luna’s grip, quickly scrambling to adjust her tied up legs and get into a kneeling position. It hurt, but as her gaze followed Luna’s guidance, she suddenly barely noticed the stinging pain in her scalp anymore.

“Behold.”

She was facing the balcony now, towards the setting sun. Rays of orange light formed a glimmering corridor with her at one end, and none other than the solar sovereign, Princess Celestia, at the other. The solar diarch was tall, imposing, and radiated out a steady, overwhelming presence that one couldn't help but bow to. But no matter what any particular pony saw in her first, Celestia’s entire being had an unmistakable motherly warmth to it. The room-filling warmth of the kiln, or the nourishing heat of a mother’s bosom. She truly was in every respect the embodiment of the life-giving sun, and every single inch of her body represented her role.

As a goddess she rightly towered over her subjects. An awe-inspiring ten feet of height, a foot more than even her equally as impressive sister! Celestia’s body was that of a fertility idol, all the way from the heavy breasts, the immense hips which threatened ordinary doorways with their girth, and the slightest hint of chub of her belly. All of that was paired with a mare whose demeanor was so loving and innocent that stallions and shemares across Equestria felt ashamed about the way their bodies reacted to the mere presence of the princess’ swaying hips.

But.

That wasn’t it.

That wasn’t what caught Amaranthine’s attention. Her throat went dry in a matter of seconds, and her glazed-over eyes focused with perfect precision on that swaying monster of a horsecock between Princess Celestia’s legs, as it cast an immense, dick-shaped shadow across the sun-lit marble floor.

It was thick. Beyond thick. Even if Celestia had been a mare of average height, the sheer amount of flaccid, hole-threatening fuckmeat between her legs would’ve been nothing short of intimidating, and Celestia’s towering height amplified the beastly size of her cock considerably. The bright sunlight made it difficult to see anything more than a vague suggestion of its size and appearance, but that was more than enough. Every single of Celestia’s heavy, low-hanging testicles looked bigger than Amaranthine’s own head, and she struggled to imagine the sheer amount of seed churned out by these things.

It was a cock which by all accounts shouldn’t exist. In the eyes of the Equestrian people the idea that Celestia might have a dick was nothing but a vulgar, tasteless joke. Their diarach was just too pristine, perfect, motherly… Amaranthine’s heart was pumping, beating as if it wanted to burst out of her chest and escape, but Luna’s tight grip on her mane kept the shuddering shestallion from fainting as the ramifications cascaded inside of her skull.

If she got to see this, got to see a part of Celestia no one knew about, then she was not ever going to go back to her old life. And more than that, if Celestia had managed to hide this flaccid, intimidating beast of a horsecock in her day-to-day life, did this mean that Luna also…? Part of her wanted to scream, shout, run, just make a sound to try and make this dream come crashing down around her, but she just barely managed to keep herself under control.

For a few seconds, at least. Then Amaranthine let out another undignified squeak, her eyes wide open and hyperventilating. Princess Celestia had completed the lowering of the sun, turned around, and stared right at them.

The princess of the night sneered at her ‘gift’. “Afraid? Please. We know thy dreams. Every single dark, obscene fantasy that ever played out in the twisted world of your head. Dreams of pinning down that annoying harlot that visits your gymnasium every Thursday, unleashing your pent-up frustration in the form of a brutal, obscene rutting until she’s nothing but clay in your hands, and comes crawling back to you again, and again, and again… Maybe even ends up with a belly bloated with foals. Hah!”

Amaranthine’s cheeks were crimson red in a matter of seconds, the shameful taunting making an unwanted heat build in her chest. All sorts of lewd fantasies being dredged up from the depths of her mind.

“And of course, a few dark, filthy and suppressed fantasies of you at the receiving end of just the same treatment. Begging to be made someone’s bitch, broken, nothing but a worthless pet, slave, toy.” She licked her lips.

Ama just barely, barely managed to turn her head far enough to get a view of Luna’s crotch, and the dark, ebony monster that lurked beneath the fabric twitched visibly. Hidden with spells during the days, most likely, but here in private… The bat gulped.

“You were practically made for this role, nay, you were destined for a fate as our royal, jizz-guzzling harem whore, destined to be reshaped into a worthless pleasure toy with---”

“Lulu~?”

Princess Celestia had approached them. Her flaccid horsecock was swaying inches away from Amaranthine’s face in all its vein-laced, girthy glory, and a first whiff of the solar sovereign’s heady, sweaty musk filled Amaranthine’s nostrils, a mere hint of Celestia’s overpowering virility.

Luna grumbled.

“You promised~” Celestia cooed while flattering her lashes at her sister, as if the two were merely discussing who gets the last piece of cake, rather than the privilege of breaking the whimpering bat bitch down between their hooves in. Already treating her like little more than a slave. A piece of meat. She whimpered pathetically, the heady scent of their musk flooding her lungs with their pungent aroma. Her dick twitched, and her wrists pressed outwards in another vain attempt to weaken her restraints.

Luna let out a frustrated grunt and pushed Amaranthine forward towards her sister then left without uttering another word. It wasn't a particularly strong shove, but it was enough to wreck the bat pony bitch’s fragile balance. She swayed, fell forwards and barely heard Celestia call out after her sister before her senses were drowned out by the heat, sweat and steady gurgling of the solar shestud’s gurgling jizztanks. How was it even possible for these things to be this fucking huge!? She’d thought she’d gotten over the shock, but no, not one bit. She struggled to yank herself away from here, albeit weakly, the lack of oxygen in her lungs making her limbs feel like jelly.

“I will make sure to leave her in one piece for you, Lulu~” Celestia’s voice seemed just as warm, gentle as always, paying no heed to her victim’s squirming.

Ama’s muzzle was digging into the sweaty cleft of Celestia’s leathery sack, practically being swallowed up in its entirety. Each orb radiated with the heat of a furnace, a bonfire on a cold winter night. They were stuffed with who knows how many gallons of slimy, thick semen and looked heavy beyond believe. Stuffed, bloated with jizz gathered throughout a long, exhausting day of meetings and court hours, entertaining her subjects and taking care of political matters. Ready to be released in a tight hole after a long night of hard, not-so-gentle sex. Sweet Celestia, that the thought alone send shivers down Amaranthine’s spine concerned her...

With a wink of telekinesis, Celestia adjusted her flaccid scepter’s position, and it came to rest right upon Amaranthine’s head in its heavy, powerful glory.

Throb.

Amaranthine whimpered as she felt thick beads of salty nutsweat drip down her face, needing to go cross-eyed just to take in the sight of Celestia’s cock. Her own member twitched weakly, pathetically down in her pants, little more than a shameful toy next to this, and begging for stimulation.

The heady, virile stench of Celestia’s swollen nuts made it awfully difficult to think straight. Every tiny whiff filled her lungs and pushed her further the point of no return, the pheromones invading her body making her feel fuzzy, warm, and weak. Her brain was foggy with the solar shebulls’s scent, her skin felt heated, and her limbs felt so much heavier than they should be. Her tongue was lolling out, and she barely made an effort to pull it back in. It had taken a minute of drooling into Celestia’s package until she’d noticed that her restraints had been lifted and that her arms were limply dangling at her side, as if the solar deity’s mere presence had sucked any and all resistance out of her.

Amaranthine suddenly became keenly aware of Celestia’s fingers gently stroking one of her ears. Ugh. Ugh. No. Fucking no. The bat finally managing to scrape together enough resistance to yank herself away from Celestia, stumbling backwards and landing onto her ass.

Amaranthine spat out the ball-gag, finally realizing what had happened: Celestia had opened her restraints’ fasteners. She just wished she hadn’t needed who knows how long to realize it!. The bat’s breath was heavy and fast, sweat-drenched face flushed a bright red, staring up at the princess who simply smiled down at her with the amused, motherly love of a mare who’d probably seen the same kind of thing so many times before.

“Oh, I didn’t know someone as far gone as you are would want to pull herself away from her musky little heaven~ You’d love to be my lovely little plaything, wouldn’t you?”

Plaything! Amaranthine didn’t like the sound of that one bit. She crawled backward, but just by foot or two.

Celestia followed her and cooed. She was calm, relaxed, her hips swaying like a great pendulum. Side to side. Side to side. Her right hand was wrapped around the base of her own immense shaft, incapable of fully wrapping around its impressive girth.

Ama found herself staring at Celestia approaching her like a sheep frozen before a wolf. Ready to pounce and tear her apart, Ama’s survival instincts finally kicked in. She was NOT just going to be Celestia’s little bitch, okay?

And then Amaranthine tried to fight her, practically jumping into Celestia’s direction with a loud scree to surprise her and get the upper hand.

And predictably, she lost.

She lost really fucking hard.

The entire act wasn’t a fight, really, it much more resembled that of a very patient mother disciplining a little child throwing a temper tantrum.

That Amaranthine would lose had been obvious from the get-go, considering she was up against an alicorn mare, but she’d at least hoped to buy back some of her pride by not making it easy for the princess.

But just two minutes later Amaranthine was lying on Celestia’s bed, pinned down beneath the solar diarch’s bulk. Celestia was sitting on her thighs, leaning over her, her hands keeping a tight grip on Ama’s upper arms as the bat struggled and fought to free herself.

“Mhmf~ You’re just going to exhaust yourself, you know that, my dear?” Celestia cooed. “Give in. Let mommy Celestia show you what you really need in your life, and that your true place is right down between her legs~”

The words made Amaranthine blush, made her avoid Celestia’s gaze. Her own cock twitched faintly, which only made it worse. The air was ripe with sweat, her own and that of Celestia’s heavy balls, and with each attempt to break out of Celestia’s lock she just got more and more exhausted.

And so it went on.

Two fake attempts at giving in just to get Celestia loosen her grip later, only to be humiliated again and again, the princess had finally drawn any and all strength from Amaranthine’s limps. She was not going to win this, and worse, she really, really wasn’t even sure if she wanted to, at this point. Celestia’s heavy scepter had been taunting her, the warmth of her body and her words, she almost, just almost wanted to know what fate had in store for her once she finally submitted, and...

Her throat felt dry. She stared up at Celestia with a questioning gaze, and then set out to say something.

Celestia stopped her.

“Ah ah ah, good moosluts don’t need to say anything. All a good mooslut needs to do with her mouth is to suck.” Celestia’s voice was like warm, golden honey. Her finger was on Ama’s lips, denying her any attempts at speech. Whichever strength she had had, by now it had fully left her body, and Ama was searching for reassurance in Celestia’s face. As their eyes met, as Celestia saw the docile, weak, exhausted glint in the mare’s eyes, she knew that it was time.

Celestia gently pulled the mare up and settled her down right in front of the massive royal bed, right in front of the veiny beast of a horsecock that was going to be the center of her entire existence from now on. It twitched softly and a huge bead of thick, slimy precum formed at its flare.

Sweat was dripping down Ama’s body, her breath was fast and heavy, every single muscle in her body felt sore from her useless attempts to resist the inevitable, and she just didn’t want to fight anymore. Not against Celestia. She felt a twinge of shame at having tried to resist in the first place, as if there was any use resisting her benevolent, powerful ruler, as if Princess Celestia didn’t know what was best for her.

Amaranthine gave in. She crawled those last few inches towards her princess, and wrapped her fingers around the hulking might of Celestia’s powerful cock, a feeling of gratitude dwelling up within her stomach as she began to pamper the flaccid beast with kisses more desperate than she’d thought possible. God, it was so fucking huge. She’d had the same thought at least a dozen different times this evening, and it had never stopped being true. Celestia was hung like a goddess. From the terrifying size of her swollen cumtanks that rested between her thick, motherly thighs like wrecking balls and churned out untold gallons of slimy, virile semen, to her leathery sheath and base, all the way up her veiny, pulsing shaft to the obscenely broad cockhead, there was no way to describe the shestallion’s horsecock as anything but perfect. Awe-worthy. Obscene. Divine.

Just like Princess Celestia’s body embodied motherly warmth and was overwhelming in the most feminine ways, the towering fuckpole attached to her musky crotch represented the crassest counterpart one could possibly imagine, slowly hardening under Amaranthine’s steady administrations. Where Celestia’s bosom offered warmth and a place to rest, her dick was the tool of a conqueror, providing nothing but dozens upon dozens of gallons of womb-bloating, throat-clogging nutsludge from the depths of her swollen balls. The sort of weapon capable of leaving a trail of gaping, ruined mares in its wake and of brutally crushing a stallion’s prostate with its potent thrusts until he’d never, ever get hard again and accept his position as Celestia’s mare. Capable of jackhammering mighty dragons into submission, pumping Changeling queen’s full of so much ‘love’ they’re begging for mercy, and demanding a whole harem of pretty, gorgeous mares just to keep its insatiable hunger in check.

The bat bitch had worked her way down Celestia’s shaft until she’d nearly reached its base, both of her hands required to perform slow, steady up-down strokes to tease the beast from its slumber. Amaranthine shivered. This was still nothing but foreplay for Princess Celestia. She didn’t know if she was even capable of keeping up, but at this point any of her fears were under the tight grip of her desire to serve, and be useful. To be a good… She gulped. A good cow? Mooslut? Pet? Was that really her?

As Celestia’s dick twitched mightily within her hands, she already knew the answer. Yes, that was her. That was what Celestia wanted, needed her to be. Pet… She couldn’t ignore the happy throbbing of her own cock, hidden below the fabric of her pants, twitching with every humiliating thought that crossed Ama’s mind.

And suddenly under the influence of Celestia’s voice. “You’re doing just wonderful, my pretty little cow,” the sun goddess cooed at her. Amaranthine whimpered pathetically as those sweet words washed over her, as if they weren’t getting her off way, way harder than they should. “Isn’t that right? This is what you’re good for. You’re nothing but my cute, cock-addicted mooslut, and all that matters is how good you are at wrapping your pretty, plump lips around my solar horsecock, and getting me off.”

The crimson glow on Ama’s cheek was nearly as hot as the gurgling warmth of Celestia’s swollen nutsack. The solar shestallion was brutally, recklessly hammering her most humiliating buttons one by one, and all she could do was hide behind Celestia’s cock and slowly jerk it off, proving Celestia right with every single of her actions, even as she whiiiined silently and pulled her thighs together, shuddering as the grinding of her dick against the fabric was nearly enough to set her off already. And she hadn’t even touched herself.

But even ignoring Celestia’s obscene words, flowing from her lips as if she wasn’t known for never having used a slur or swear word in public since hundreds of years, wasn’t going to save the mewling, squirming bat bitch from her fate. No, Celestia was more than happy to remind her, and hammer down the bat bitch’s new role again, and again, and again, until any dream of having the upper hand and being at the thrusting end of a big, fat horsecock was nothing but a faint memory.

A huge slimy bead of precum splattered against Amaranthine’s back, seeping into her fur. Then a second one, and a third. Once the floodgates had begun to open, the solar diarch wasn’t slowing down anymore and pumped out a steady stream of slimy, clear prejizz.

Sweet Celestia, she wanted it. She needed it. The mere scent, the texture as it gushed, splattered onto her back made her mouth water. It was thick, clear and copious, Amaranthine had no doubts that the princess could fill entire pitcher’s with her precum alone, and if the heavenly, divine stench of Celestia’s sweaty nutsack was any indication, then she’d be hooked to Celestia’s sticky prejizz the instant she tasted it. But by now it was so very difficult to care, her entire body feeling warm, tingly, devoted, hungry. All her resistance amounted to was working her way up Celestia’s shaft very slowly, rather than jumping straight to the flare, as if she had much dignity left to lose.

Ama was staring right at Celestia’s cock as it pumped out another slimy dollop of precum. It splattered to the floor in front of her, and she flinched a little at the waste.

“You feel the hunger already. Do it. Suck me off. Allow ‘mommy’ Celestia to ache that burning, powerful need inside of your belly…” Celestia had bitten her lower lip, staring down at her. “A life full of purpose, meaning and love. The steady flow of my life-giving seed is all my newly christened mooslut is ever going to need.”

Precum was washing over Amaranthine’s tongue, and the bat bitch’s eyes almost glazed over right then and there, at least until she realized that she had to swallow. Her lips were latched on to Celestia’s flare, but she hadn’t yet tried to get that beast past her teeth, and merely got her fill of slimy prejizz blasting, spurting into her mouth.

That was, until Celestia decided to take matters into her own hand, a little smirk on her lips.

What a shy, subby little bitch. Too scared to take the last plunge. She still had a lot to learn. Getting her fill of precum without even granting her owner the tight warmth of her throat was, after all, nothing short of selfish.

One hand at the back of Ama’s head, and a casual thrust later, Celestia’s daunting bitchbreaker battered against the cutie’s lips and forced them right open, claiming her mouth with its girth. Hrrrkffff~! Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Fat spurts of precum threatened to overwhelm her. A glint of worry was in Ama’s eyes, nervous but so very excited as Celestia loomed over her, having gotten up from her sitting position.

Another thrust, or more accurately, she merely forced the bat bitch’s head down several more inches, forcing several throat-bulging inches right down her throat. A steady stream of hot, fertile precum was pissing right into her belly. The heady scent of virile, solar fuckmusk was making her more and more light-headed, or maybe that was just the lack of oxygen getting to her.

The next thrust wasn’t as bad as the first. It made her shudder, whimper, one of her hands instinctively reaching for her throat to feel the immense, vein-laced bulge the princess’ mare-breaking beast of a horsecock generated. Celestia had given her a few moments to adjust, and within a matter of seconds she realized what she had to do. Needed to do. Serve. Suck her off. Do what Celestia expected of her, no matter what. Amaranthine gently pushed, squeezed her long tongue against the belly of the beast, and flexed her throat. She struggled, fought with every throat-wrecking inch, but with her hands wrapped around the base of Celestia’s cock as if she was holding on to her dear life, Amaranthine’s inner, submissive slut was taking over and forcing her down, then up, then down again Celestia’s cock.

Her rhythm was anything but steady, her technique weak, and about three further inches were all she managed to fit down her throat. Maybe a third of Celestia’s cock in total had been stuffed into her spit-drooling maw, and that was all she could do. The thought of ever managing to handle this entire beast was as scary as it was enticing. Celestia’s scent, her warmth spurred her on, and that her princess hadn’t yet transitioned to a brutal throatfuck-session at least meant that she was doing one or two things correct, right?

Celestia’s hand brushed Ama’s mane out of her face, gently stroking one of her ears.

“You love it, don’t you?” The words hit her like a whip. Celestia’s voice was calm, gentle, and without a hint of her teasing cooing. “You love feeling weak. You love being mine. You love to kneel, to suck, and to struggle just to get any inch of my stallionhood down your throat. If I let you go, you’d come crawling back in two days and beg to be mine.” She smiled, a calm, almost motherly smile that was entirely dissonant from the mare-breaking slab of fuckmeat speared in Ama's throat. "Surrender to me, become my little mooslut bitch~“

Almost. Ama felt herself tremble with anticipation, felt the excited quivering of her cock. The excited quivering of a subby bitch at the mercy of her superior.

“Cum.”

That finally did it. Ama’s eyes went wide as her own cock twitched pathetically, and a first rope of cum burst from her flare and into the fabric of her pants. She would’ve squeaked, but with a good six inches of Celestia’s scepter past her lips, she couldn’t say anything, she couldn’t even nod or shake her head, and so she just shivered and squirmed as her body was rocked by a humiliating, powerful orgasm that shook her to her core. Ama’s quivering hips were denied her attempts to hump even the air, it was as if she was entirely kept in place by Celestia’s cock and the gentle grip of her hand. Splrtch. Splrrtch. Strands of cum, ‘watery’ and thin in comparison to the jizz brewing in the alicorn’s balls.

It took a minute until she’d calmed down, until her tense muscles were finally relaxing again, and her cock slowly began to soften. She knew that this wasn’t the end. No, Celestia was merely just beginning. Celestia’s dick twitched within her mouth. Ama’s breath was fast and strained, still struggling to even keep up with her body’s demands for air, and with Celestia’s girth severely restraining the capacity of her windpipe. And yet she was clinging to exactly that cock, looked about ready to collapse into a puddle the instant it was yanked from her mouth.

And that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

Not until Celestia had been satisfied. Not until these bloated, swollen jizztanks between her princess’ legs were tensing up and pumping a torrent of jizz straight down her cum-guzzling slut’s throat. As these thoughts raced through Amaranthine’s head, almost as if on command, Celestia began to thrust. Slowly, but picking up pace, and with the sort of strength that left no room for debate, and no chance of getting her to stop or even slow down until she was happy.

“Hnff… You still have a lot to learn, mooslut. From me, from my sister, and from my other broodmares. They’ll teach you. Teach you how to please me. How to worship and service every single inch of my cock, since that’s the thing you will be doing for the rest of your life.”

Celestia sustained her perfect rhythm as she spoke. Each time she thrust, the bat bitch was forced all the way down until her lips smacked right against Celestia’s insurmountable medial ring, then yanked up again until Celestia’s flare scraped against the back of her throat, a mixture of precum and spit foaming from the corners of her mouth, dribbling onto the floor.

“Got it, bitch?”

Amaranthine flinched. Celestia had stopped just enough to allow her to nod frantically, and then immediately resumed the taxing facefucking.

“Good.” The princess let out a pleased grunt. Celestia had stopped playing around. Right now all she wanted was to get off. Ama felt a weird feeling of pride dwell up in her chest, and it wasn’t the sensation of the bitchbreaker’s flare scraping the deepest depths of her throat. No, being used felt good. Far too fucking good. Far better than she’d ever wanted to admit. It was as if she’d waited her entire life for someone to pin her down just like this, and fuck every single ounce of dominance out of her. She felt her own shaft stiffening.

“Remember these words. You’re my slut. My worthless, jizz-guzzling and nut-sucking cocksleeve of a bat bitch, and that’s ALL you’ll ever be.”

Within a matter of moments, Amaranthine was fully hard, precum drooling, dripping from her dick. Again. Already. A shiver of humiliation tingled down her spine. She would’ve whimpered if it weren’t for… y’know, Celestia’s fuckspire gaping her throat. Her hands were reaching for her own cock, needy for that extra bit of additional stimulation that’d push her across the edge. Too horny to care, or think abou---

Hrrrk! One wink of Celestia’s magic and Ama’s wrists were locked to her back. Again. The spell relaxed a few seconds later, but the message was clear. The tight grip Celestia had on every inch of her bat bitch’s being extended well into the realm of complete and utter control of the throatfucked cocksleeve’s orgasms.

“You BELONG to me. From this day on you’ll strive to SERVE me. Whichever obscene, depraved needs I have, you will fulfill them. You are my property; if I need a hoofrest, you’ll be on all fours and not utter a single word until I dismiss you.”

The world blurred in front of Amaranthine’s eyes, dizzy and lightheaded from the brutal facefucking and the heady scent of musk. Celestia’s churning jizztanks swayed in front of her, coming closer and closer to her upper body. The only thing which kept these veritable, dangerous wrecking balls from battering against her tits was her own inadequacy, her own inability to fit Celestia’s medial ring, and the girthy base of her cock down her throat.

“You are my pet; doting, addicted, unable to do without me, and ready to guzzle my semen straight out of a bowl. I know what’s best for you, and you know that. Your natural place is below me, and following my commands will fill you with nothing but happiness.~”

Celestia’s cooing, gentle voice already made Amaranthine feel so very weak, fuzzy and submissive! Nothing but a devoted little bat bitch. A pet. A cow. Even the tight grip Celestia had on Amaranthine’s hair felt good, as though she wasn’t yanking her down again, and again, and again, and treating her throat like a cocksleeve. Which was exactly what it was.

“You are my slave; devoted, obedient, ready to go above and beyond without ever questioning me. Everything from your clothes to your gait or manners will be adjusted whenever I demand. Even your own body is nothing but…”

At this point Celestia smirked. “...nothing but pliable mass of clay in my fingers. I can, and I will reshape you. Give you a body better suited to fulfill your singular purpose of worshipping my cock.”

She knew that the words should make her nervous, but all they did was fill her with a vague sense of excitement. Celestia had slowed down ever so slightly, and Amaranthine knew that she was getting closer.

“Or do you think that I’ve been calling you… mf...” Celestia savored the moment, and the obscene, depraved word she’d been so fond of using. “...my mooslut bitch for nothing?”

There the word was. Again. Amaranthine’s fat dick trembled with the needy excitement of a bitch in heat, a bead of semen dribbling from her flare. Leaking like a cow, on the brink of blowing another pathetic load across the marble floor, the instant Celestia allowed it.

Celestia had both hands at the back of Amaranthine’s head and pulled her down, right up until her lips pressed against the shestallion’s gigantic medial ring, the one obstacle thick enough to terrify even the greatest size queens in Equestria. This time Celestia didn’t allow her to ascent, keeping her cow’s throat blocked with that fat, musky fuckpillar while talking down to her.

“Mine. You. Are. Mine. I own you. Now go right ahead, and...” Amaranthine’s dick stiffened even further, throbbed desperately, if that was even possible. The corners of Celestia’s mouth curled up to a smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing, fully relishing in the sheer control her words had over Amaranthine’s body, and all that as the bat bitch stared up at Equestria’s loving, gentle mother, her own face contorted with the nervous glint of a marebitch slowly running out of air. She managed to gargle a needy whimper past the girth of Celestia’s dick.

“...blow another load of jizz all across the floor.” That did it. Ama’s eyes were rolling back as her prostate tensed up and pumped out fat wads of semen for little more than Celestia’s amusement. Any mewling and squeaking was stifled by Celestia’s cock, and all Ama could really do was try to thrust into it as the turgid cum vein at the base of her cock pumped all that virile batpony semen straight from her nuts out into the musk-laden air. Some part in the back of her pleasure-fucked brain registered that the fuckhung shestallion had resumed throatfucking her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Slow, but very determined and powerful.

“Mff. I don’t need to tell you that only submissive, cum-guzzling bottom bitches get off to getting facefucked, right? Of course not. But for now...” Amaranthine barely registered the words, clinging to Celestia’s cock like a doll as her own orgasm slowly passed its peak, her dick aching for the tight grip of a hole which is never going to come.

Smack. Smack. Smack. Gurrrgle. Slosh.

Realization hit mooslut in the form of a torrent of thick, slimy nutsludge from the furthest depths of Celestia’s cum-bloated, reeking jizztanks. She just barely saw these gravid orbs tense up, felt the solar shestallion’s flare thicken up inside of her throat, before the first rope of vile, slimy semen burst into her stomach in monstrous, batbitch-bloating quantities that no stallion or shemare in the entirety of Equestria could ever hope to match.

And more importantly, that no one could ever hope to take. Like a fucking river, ungodly amounts of thick, slimy semen as if Celestia’s virile, swollen balls were built to leave the entirety of Equestria’s mares swollen with foals in less than a dozen steaming-hot cumloads.

But no, there was just one bat at the receiving end of Celestia’s overpowering lust, and Celestia seemed more than content with feeding her every. single. drop. of sperm-packed seed she could possibly take.

By now Amaranthine was clinging to Celestia’s cock, her hands wrapped around its base as if she was holding on to her dear life. The tight grip Celestia had on her mane as she pounded away with slow, overpowering thrusts was coupled with the loveliest of smiles that just seemed to scream I’m giving you exactly what you’ve always deep-down needed in your life, and you know it.

Splrrrtch. Splatter. The sound of Celestia’s reeking, dense semen smacking against the back of her stomach alone was nothing short of obscene. Like a water main bursting, except so much more viscous that ‘water’ seemed like an insult to Celestia’s virility.

Within a matter of seconds, Ama’s stomach was filled to the brim with far too much fucking jizz, and Celestia was only pumping out more, and more, and MORE. Ama’s eyes shot wide open as her belly creaked dangerously with the added load, her skin distending in a series of rapidly firing jizzbursts, perfectly following the inverse-square-law in the rate of its expansion. Sweet Celestia, fuckfuckfuck fuck no she was going to fucking break… Glorrrptch. She felt Celestia’s semen escaping even into her intestines, but so much more was pumping into her that not even that would be enough to slow down the building backlog of cum. Her whole body was filled with hot, life-giving heat.

Ama tore her hands off Celestia’s cock and instinctively pressed her palms into her obscenely expanding cum-gut, as if worried Celestia’s immense output would straight-up tear her apart. Her fingers sunk into her semen-stuffed belly, practically digging into, swallowed by the sheer amount of bulging, cum-swollen gut, just like her twitching cock, which she couldn’t even see at this point. Hrkf~!

And then Celestia slowly, casually yanked her off her cock. Inch after inch, foot after foot of overpowering, solar horsecock in its full glory, a layer of jizz and spit clinging to its surface.

Just a few more inches before that monstrous beast was finally, finally going to leave her mouth…! Except Celestia’s musky cock was still spewing its load, and as it slowly left room in Ama’s throat, this also meant a lot more room for her backlogged semen to dig into the deepest crannies and crevices, and even push right past that massive flare and overflow right out of Ama’s dick-stretched lips.

Hrkf~! S-so fucking MUCH…! For just one cute second the look of shock was prominent on Ama’s face, her cheeks blimping up with cum and struggling to keep any of it in, but to no avail. Strands of pressurized cum burst from the corners of her mouth, just barely squeezing past the several inches thick slab of a horsecock still dominating the space inside of Ama’s throat.

A blink of a second later and one slimy rope of semen pumped into her later, the backlogged overflow of jizz had transformed into a waterfall of pearl-white nutsludge washing over her lower lip, down her chin, across her tits and swollen cum-gut, before splattering onto the floor a few moments later. Celestia’s flare was still firmly lodged into her mouth, just behind her teeth. Ama’s eyes were rolling back, struggling to do so much as to focus on Celestia’s face, her whole body nothing more than a semen-stuffed wreck. She looked on the verge of passing out, her chest heaving as she still struggled to draw in air.

Celestia cooed, gently biting down on her plump lower lip. “Nff… That’s a good girl.” Amaranthine felt a hand stroke across her mane, the only part of her front which wasn’t yet drowned beneath thick layers of cum. The words filled, fulfilled her. A warm, tingly sensation spread across her scalp from where Celestia’s fingers touched her, down her spine and into her limbs and crotch. She felt her tail twitch and wag, almost like that of an excited doggy receiving praise from his mistress. A vague hint of goosebumps added to the vortex of sensations overpowering her entire being.

“You may cum.”

Amaranthine’s dick twitched at half-mast as Celestia’s semen washed over it. A-again? B-but she’d already… hrfk~! Before she had even finished the thought her prostate tensed up. Splrrrtch. A strand of semen shot from her cock. A second one. Then a third. Hopelessly watery and thin, at least in comparison to the dense, virile and pearl-white alicorn semen it was competing with. Within a matter of seconds her load reduced to weak dribbling. Her clenching prostate, her empty balls struggled to wring out another strand of semen. Sweet fuck, she felt so fucking drained…

With a casual yank Celestia’s flare finally, finally popped out of Amaranthine’s mouth, along with a river of slimy, white goodness. Semen burst, bubbled from her lips in stupidly excessive quantities sufficient to leave a hundred of fertile mares with gravid, baby-stuffed bellies. She heaved, coughed, belched up glue-like wads of pure gooey nutsludge across the floor. Ama’s swollen belly had smacked onto the tiles a good while ago, her own fingers still kneading into its taut surface as if she could barely believe how full she was.

Fuck, she was so fucking exhausted.

It took a while until she finally managed to look up. As her gaze locked onto Celestia’s half-hard, faintly throbbing horsecock, she felt her own heart beat faster. She hesitated, and then managed to draw her attention up to Celestia’s face, staring up with the exhausted, hollow look, her eyes glazing over as if she’d just ran a marathon. Fuck. She felt as if she’d just ran a marathon.

Celestia merely smirked. Mf. She’d have a lot of fun with this one.

Amaranthine tried to say something, but before she could get a single word out, she collapsed. Her fall was softened by her own cum-bloated belly, her arms limply dangled towards the floor.

“You need to rest. Don’t worry, my lovely little mooslut, your princess will have more than enough time for you later...~” Celestia let out a little giggle.

Her horn glowed, and a golden bell appeared out of thin air. She rang it.

Within little more than a minute of time, four of Celestia’s most ~~loyal cocksleeves~~ servants where at Celestia’s hooves, diligently using their tongues to clean every little trace of semen off their princess’ mighty, softening tool, off her balls, and off her hooves, as said princess instructed them on their duties.

They cooed, nodded, staring up at Celestia with devotion in their eyes. All four of them had white, pristine fur just a tad less pure than Celestia’s own, and long, blonde flowing manes, so identical distinguishing them was near impossible. What little clothes the girly lovedolls wore barely concealed their voluptuous curves, all the way from the thick, fertile thighs, thin waist, and scandalously heavy breasts, as if every single inch of their bodies had been built to bear foals, and to service Celestia’s indomitable libido. Their bodies were wrapped in little more than a few pieces of tight silk that struggled to conceal their curves.

One of them nuzzled into Celestia’s hand. If Amaranthine hadn’t passed out a few minutes ago, she would’ve wondered if this was going to be her fate. But no, Celestia had something else in store for her. Though it might involve wearing the same sort of skimpy, form-hugging harem dancer outfit at some point down the line.

She summoned another bell out of thin air, but this one was different. Not a tool to summon a few of her servants, but a cow bell with a cute leather collar attached to it, designed to be worn by none other than the cute, cum-stuffed bat pony cow right there on the floor. It jingled as Celestia moved it, dangling it from one of her fingers.

“You know what you have to do. Make sure to prepare my pretty little cow. Clean her, play with her, milk her, whatever my cute little dolls like~ You’ve got free reign, just don’t wear her out too much.”

They nodded obediently. One of them took the bell.

“Good girls. I will be back later.”

With these words Celestia left.

Author's Note

First story I've ever written, judge for yourself. Learned a lot about pacing, most of that is only going to show in the second chapter. Leave a like, a comment, etc.