Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Plot
Twilight Sparkle knew other ponies would call it depraved, that a princess in particularly wasn't supposed to want such things. But she'd seen the show Trixie had put on, under Starlight Glimmer's magical who manipulated her like a puppeteer, and what started as shame and humiliation for Lulamoon soon turned to the most erotic thrill she'd ever experienced.
She stood before her full body mirror, adjusted her tight tube top and miniskirt several times, the bimbo look she'd chosen completed with sheer stockings and stiletto heels. Nopony would believe it was her, at least not until the evidence was indisputable. “I've faced all kinds of tyrants...so why does asking Starlight for this favor scare me so much...?”
Wasting no more time, she blinked directly into Trixie's wagon, parked on the outskirts of Ponyville. The owner in question and Starlight were still asleep, snoring and intertwined naked in a hammock. “Time to wake up,” she called.
The pair sleepily blinked their eyes awake. “Huh...?” Starlight's vision swam into focus. “What are you doing here, Twilight?”
“Yes,” butted in Trixie. “It's rude to drop in uninvited! Say, what's with that get up?”
“Sorry, but I need to ask a favor and couldn't wait. It's about what you two did.” She stared at her shoes and fidgeted with her hands.”I, well, I've never been more turned on in my life. Plus, I figured it would be better to research it firsthand.”
Trixie burst into laughter, sitting up. “Who knew that deep down you were such a filthy slut?”
“You're one to talk,” teased Starlight with a nudge to her ribs. “But I am a little surprised. You know what this will mean, right? You'll be handing over control of your body for me until it's done, but you'll be aware the whole time. Can you handle it?”
“Yes! I...want to prove it to myself. I've tested my limits in so many ways, but if I don't try this at least once, would I really be honest with myself? Maybe I won't like it,” she admitted no matter how much she suspected otherwise.
Starlight shrugged with an evil chuckle. “Well, it's true you never had a chance to play the 'bad girl' like us, not really. Sure, I heard about some incident with a 'Want It Need It' spell, but that's small fries compared to what we've done.”
Perking up with a flick of her ears Twilight asked, “That means-?”
“Sure, I'm all for it. Plus...” Glim-Glam's eyes trailed over her in approval. “You do look pretty hot in that outfit.”
“Like the biggest slut in the history of Equestria,” noted Trixie who couldn't help but leer too.
Starlight said, “No time like the present!” Her horn lit up when she worked her spell, and immediately her target went slack like a marionette with her strings cut. She planted hands on her wide, bare hips with a firm expression. “Can you hear me, Twilight? You're now mine to do whatever I please with of your own consent.”
“Ours you mean,” said Trxie who marched over and groped Twilight's tits, her nipples stiffening through the thin top. “Ha! This whore didn't even decide to wear a bra! I bet she doesn't have panties, either!” Her guess was confirmed when she slid a hand under her skirt and traced her slit, the pussy lips around it swelling and growing wet at her helplessness.
Muffled moans escaped Twilight's lips, her flesh heating up, hungering for far more than this mere tease. She couldn't wait to be paraded naked around town, to be treated like everypony's plaything, to be used, abused, humiliated at their leisure. To be degraded to the point she would easily win the title of 'Princess of Sluttiness' to go along with her alicorn counterparts.
The mere thought of it make her drip, the moisture leaking down her inner thighs, filling the air with her potent musk. At the same time Trixie molested her heavy tits and ample buttocks, traced around her marehood, her inflamed clit peeking from its hood. Starlight's aura opened the door, and she was marched out onto the outskirts of Ponyville, ready to take the plunge.
Taking the first tentative steps onto the crunching grass, she was compelled to kick off her footwear, one-at-a-time, and whimpered when she touched the dewy scenery, felt the moist soil beneath her wiggling toes. Starlight and Trixie trailed far behind her, her former student manipulating her every move like the slutty puppet she was now reduced to.
Twilight whimpered, her heart hammering, unable to complain even if she wanted to, unable to turn back.
When she marched into Ponyville proper the crowds stared. “Clear out your foals,” called Trixie who cupped her hands around her snout. “Twilight's about to put on a show that, shamed as I am to admit it, will outdo any of my own!” She strode up and landed the hardest smack she could on her ass, met with a loud smack and the jiggle of a plush asscheek.
All eyes were suddenly on the Twilight, whose hands moved to her top, and slowly undid it. The fabric loosened and her handful breasts popped out, bouncing and smacking together, nipples so hard they could poke out the eyes of the onlookers.
She bent over to pose, tits hanging and swaying with her movements, her face warped into a smile. Her skirt was raised by her tail, exposing thong-like panties that crawled into the fissure of her ass, the cotton decorated with frills.
Her ears perked when whistles sounded. A full flush washed over her face, eyes half-lidded, snout drawn into a coy leer. Slowly she hooked her thumbs into her underwear, slid them down, baring her spankable ass to the world. A shiny trickle of succulent pussy juice connected her puffy, swollen vulva lips to the sticky, moist crotch of the slimy cotton.
At this point a number of stallions whipped out their horsecocks and started to stroke them. A few mares also joined in, pulling up skirts and aside panties to sink their fingers into their pussies with loud, wet schlicks.
Finally, Twilight did a little dance before she peeled off her skirt and tossed it aside, now completely denuded. She raised her arms, swayed her hips and tits, let them swish back-and-forth and bounced her buttcheeks for the hungry mobs.
“She's free use,” called Trixie. “See?” She took a marker and wrote FREE USE in large print on Twilight's pert ass.
For a moment the watchers hesitated, unable to believe they could freely fuck the Princess of Friendship. A stampede began when stallions rushed over, eager to bury their thick cocks in whatever holes were available. Strong arms seized her, lifted her, a flare sinking into her cunt, spreading it wide and buried past her cervix to lock within her womb.
The stallion grunted when he started to screw her, her love nectar dripping down his cock and balls, while another claimed her ass. It gaped under his thick equipment, dicks practically rubbing together between the thin flesh layer that separated them.
Twilight's lewd moans were muffled when another horsecock was stuffed down her throat. They took her quickly, with a certain desperation, let their aggressions loose, aware she couldn't resist and this chance might never come again. All they could see now was a helpless fucktoy, a brain dead cumdumpster to be filled to overflow, exactly how she wanted it!
“Hot~” Trixie squeezed her thighs together, unable to turn away from the ruthless pounding her old rival received.
“Let's take it up a notch,” said Starlight who lit her horn and cast a spell to blink away their clothes. She pressed her nude form to her roommate's back, cupped a heavy tit and pinched a nipple while her other hand rubbed Trixie's clit with her thumb and her digits sunk into her gooey snatch. “Fuck, you're wet and tight as usual. Are you sure Twilight's the biggest whore here?”
“I-I'll be your whore,” whimpered Trixie when she nibbled her ear.
“Good mare,” teased Starlight in her sultriest voice. She wrapped her hands under Trixie's wide thighs, lifted her up like she was ready to piledrive her, and a hum sounded when Starlight's horn lit up.
“Wh-what the-? That spell-!” Trixie whinnied in delight when a magical construct, a transparent tube of solidified energy, arose from Starlight's spread cunt and formed into a still see-through two-headed dildo complete with a flared tip. This she teased her with, prodded at the tight ring of Lulamoon's pink asshole and her dripping slit, ready to bury it.
She squealed in delight when Starlight buried herself to the core. The flare traced the insides of Trixie's slimy womb, strands of stickiness connecting the contracting walls, and Lulamoon's eyes rolled into her head with a moan, almost cumming on the spot.
Groans sounded from the stallions who pumped their virile seeds into Twilight. They pulled free with a pop, wiped their slimy cocks on her, smeared their splooge into her fur before they dropped her and allowed the next round to take their place.
Some of the viewers couldn't hold out anymore and loosed repeated spurts all over Twilight. Dense white globs erupted all over her curves, rolled down them, rendered her a goopy, ragged mess. Her tits heaved, bathed in thick, smelly spunk.
Not that the next batch minded, shifting her into various positions while they savagely claimed her fuckholes. They passed her around like a cheap cumrag, spanked and kneaded her tits and ass, smacked their cocks on her pussy before they skewered it.
“Harder,” demanded Trixie amidst wet schlicks and the slap of moist flesh. “Harder~!”
“Demanding bitch as always,” said Starlight who gleefully bared her teeth and redoubled her efforts to screw her absolutely senseless. Trixie's belly distended with the shape of the false cock, womb pounded so violently she threatened to rip her open.
Mewls and tears of shameless joy ran down Lulamoon's pink cheeks, feet raised above her head, tits rolling and smacking when she bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled and squirted all over Starlight. “Oh fffuuuccckkk me~!”
Groaning, Starlight's horn flared again with another spell, and she came tow ways at once; her pussy clamping around the magical dildo as she squirted to, and the false horsecock shooting its absurd magical load into her whorse.
Trixie's belly swelled up like she was heavily impregnated, squirting and moaning more from the impact.
As for Twilight she was so lost in the moment she hardly noticed. She instinctively closed her eye, taking another shot to the face, her fuckholes pleasantly sore from the dozens of veiny horsecocks she'd already taken with far more to come. She wouldn't stop until every willing stallion in Ponyville smashed her hot pink pussymeat, which she suspected was most of them!
She swallowed more salty, tangy cum. Felt it swish in her mouth, stick to her tongue and gums, between her teeth, settle in her stomach and roll around. More leaked from her gaped wide holes between being filled to the brim.
To her surprise Starlight returned autonomy to her. She smiled, content to be used, and half-lidded her eyes at the mares who watched. “You're free to try me too,” she said and a few took her up on the offer, lapped out the splooge from her well-abused funholes, sucked on her slime-drenched tits, squished and played with them to their heart's content.
She truly was the Princess of Whores. And no creature would ever claim her crown!
