How to Break and Enter

“Good evening, Your Highness,” the guard says. He undoes the clasp to his helmet, removes it, and tosses it off to the side.

Dash instantly dislikes this one. She crosses her hooves and waits.

This new meathead shakes his mane loose and walks toward the bed. Unlike his fellow guards, this one has a casual posture about him, like he and Twilight are good friends.

Twilight gulps, then shuffles over, slides off the bed, and stands in front of him. She seems nervous, glancing back at Dash for a moment, but she closes her eyes and adopts what Rarity has taken to calling her Princessly Pose.

“Guard, this is Rainbow Dash.”

He faces Dash. With a stupid smirk and an obnoxious bow he introduces himself. “Good evening, Sir Rainbow Dash. I am Castle Guard Doublemint, and I am at your service.” This last bit Doublemint says looking up at her with a far-too-friendly gaze.

“Hi.” At least he knows her title.

“Hi.” Doublemint stands and gestures at the floor, towards the basement of the castle. “I know who you are, of course. You’re actually fairly well known around the barracks. Every time you come to visit the castle, some young Pegasus stallion will swoon and brag later about getting to see you walk past him. Even some of the mares, too. I’m very jealous. Nopony ever swoons over me.”

“Uh huh.”

“You ought to visit us downstairs sometime. I’m sure everypony would love to meet you. You’re practically a hero to some of us.”

He’s trying to sweet talk her, obviously, and to Dash’s displeasure it’s kinda working. “Uh huh.”

“Wonderful.” Doublemint switches that leering grin back at Twilight. “Your Highness. How may I serve you?”

Twilight licks her lips, planning something. “Well, Dash?” Twilight asks. “Is this one of them?”

“Huh? Oh.” Is that why he’s here? She looks at him. “I don’t think so.” Really, they all look the same, even with their helmets off: buff, strapping, well groomed, and full of themselves.

Twilight frowns. “Are you sure? Get a good look. Guard? Remove the rest of your armor.”

Doublemint smiles and nods. “Of course, Your Highness,” he says, and reaches around for the hidden straps in his armor. His chest piece slips free and thuds on the floor, rolling to a stop beside him, followed by the rest of it. He doesn’t move to clean it up or move it out of the way, either.

Twilight watches Doublemint turn and pose for them, then says, “Well, Rainbow? Make sure that this isn’t one of the ponies you accused of starting rumors.”

“Rumors?” Doublemint asks. “How terrible. What rumors?”

“Uh—”

Twilight leans over and says to Dash, “Go ahead. It wasn’t him, right? Maybe he can help. Tell him.”

Dash pauses. It’s one thing to call Twilight a whore. It’s another thing to call Twilight a whore in front of another pony. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

“What’s the matter, Dash?” Twilight asks, tilting her head. Pretending she doesn’t know exactly what she’s asking Dash to do. But Dash can see Twilight’s nervousness transforming into anticipation before her eyes. Twilight’s playing some game with her. She’s teasing Dash. “Is he making you uncomfortable?”

Dash hops off the bed and turns for the door. “That’s it. I’m out of here. If you’re not gonna take this seriously—”

“Dash,” Twilight says quietly. “I’m trying to help.”

Dash glares at her, then faces the guard. What were those two saying? “A couple of your guardmates were talking shit about Twilight. They were lying about how they’d fucked her, and, uh—” Dash tries not to stammer. It’s really hard to say this in front of Twilight. Like talking about sex in front of her mother. “—arguing whether they liked her mouth or her pussy better. Actually, Twilight, they were arguing whether you looked better with a creampie or a facial—I mean, with cum in your pussy or on your face.”

“Uh, thanks, Dash.” Twilight levels a dry stare at her. “I got that.”

Doublemint, meanwhile, looks almost amused. “Is that so?” He turns to Twilight. “Your Highness, if I hear any of my guardmates telling lies about you I will put a stop to them.”

Dash is surprised. Maybe some of Twilight’s guards are decent, if not entirely respectful.

“Thank you, guard, but that’s not why I called you here. Dash—did they come to a conclusion? The rumour-spreading guards?”

“They, uh, said they liked seeing your face more.”

“Really?” Twilight asks. She looks confused. “I know mine’s not the biggest rump—” She turns so she’s facing away from Dash and her guard, and looks over her shoulder at her ass. “—but most of my male guards ejaculate in my vagina, not in my mouth or on my face.” She flicks her tail out of the way and shifts her weight, like she’s trying to get a better look for herself but really only showing off. “I thought they liked the view more. What do you think, Dash?”

“Uh—” Dash gawks at Twilight’s ass. Suddenly she’s having a hard time focusing. It’s not that Twilight’s is a spectacular ass—it is, obviously; royalty definitely agrees with Twilight, in or out of a nightgown—but rather, it’s how blatantly she’s showing off, with her tail hiked up and her legs spread just a little. It’s how little she cares that one of her guards sees her like this. She’s practically presenting to them both, just so she can get an honest, unfiltered opinion from some meathead whose opinion definitely doesn’t matter, and doesn’t realize just how this brute of a stallion would interpret her actions. “Yeah. Wait. Most of your guards what?”

Twilight ignores her. “And what about you, Guard?” She spreads her wings, keeping her tail flipped up. Exposing what Dash is coming to realize is an exceptional rear end. “What do you think?” she asks, looking over her shoulder while she poses.

Doublemint has a stupid grin on his face. He doesn’t mind staring, not one bit. “You have a lovely ass, Your Highness. I doubt any of my comrades would disagree. But I would need to study it further.”

He steps forward, uncomfortably close to Twilight.

Thankfully Twilight turns around before he can reach her. Dash exhales a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Twilight looks really tiny in front of this thoroughbred. She watches Dash as she speaks. “Th—thank you. But that’s not my question. Mouth or cunt?”

Doublemint casually grabs her chin. “Both, obviously,” he murmurs, and kisses her.

“Hey!” Dash snaps. “Don’t touch her!”

Twilight tries to twist her head free, but he reaches up over her forehead and grabs her horn, holds her in place, and slides his nose through her mane.

Dash rushes up and tries to pull him back, then tries shouldering him out of the way. The stallion barely flinches. It’s like she’s fighting a tree. “Let go of her!”

“Dash,” Twilight gasps, blushing, when her mouth is free. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing? What are you doing? Use your magic, already. Get him off!”

Doublemint chuckles, his mouth pressed up against her cheek. Dash can just see his tongue wiggling around on Twilight’s face, leaving a trail of saliva and cowlicked fur. He’s actually drooling on her. Dash winces when he licks over her eye and kisses her forehead. “Mmm. You taste good tonight. Sweaty. Were you and your friend fooling around before you came down to find me?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh?” Doublemint presses forward, shoving Twilight back. She butts up against the little bedside table, knocking a couple books and a framed photo off the edge onto the carpet. Another push and she’s sitting on the edge, almost wobbling the whole thing over, then leaning back. He steps his forehooves up on either side of her hips and presses his chest against hers, surrounding her, and keeps kissing her and licking her face. “I thought you fucked all your friends. Or is it just us?”

“Not—not all,” Twilight grunts. “Not her.”

“Hmm.” He glances back at Dash, unfazed by her glower. “I guess not. I think she wants to hurt me. Don’t let her, Your Highness. I’m so frail and vulnerable.”

“She—she won’t,” Twilight stammers, wide-eyed.

His cock presses up against her leg, slides up her thigh. “She looks pretty mad.”

“She promised.”

“Any second now—”

“Enough!” Dash roars. She stomps beside them and points a hoof at Twilight. “I don’t know what’s going on, and I don’t care. If you don’t stop this, I’m leaving.”

“But you promised.”

“Yeah, but—”

“But you promised.”

Dash clenches her jaw shut, trying to find some way out of this. “Fine. Make him leave.”

Twilight sets her face and shakes her head. “No, Dash. He’s not leaving. And neither are you. You’re going to sit still and watch.”

Dash looks back and forth between this offensive, hulking stallion and soft, kind, vulnerable Twilight. The lump deep in her stomach knows what’s going to happen, and part of her really wants to see it, but she’s not terribly good at listening. “Watch what?”

She spreads her legs slightly and says, without breaking eye contact, “He’s going to fuck me like a whore.”

Dash gasps.

Twilight barrels forward, not giving Dash time to recover. “He fucks me all the time. He and his friends. They’re rough. They like to rape me.” She looks at Doublemint and sneers. “And this one’s going to fuck me, and use me, and—”

“Stop it.”

“—and come all over me, while you sit still and watch and help us decide whether I look better with a creampie or a facial. Got it?”

“But—why?” Dash pleads, as Doublemint rubs a hoof between her thighs and licks her neck. She glances away, at the locked door, then the open window. Maybe she can go and get help.

“Because you promised. Because you’re aggressively loyal. Because—Ah!—your selflessness is getting you hurt. And because I need you to understand. The window’s unlocked. I’ll open the door if you insist. And you could probably fight my guard, and you might even win. But you’re not going to. Am I right?”

Dash hangs her head. It’s one thing for Twilight to think she knows what’s going on in Dash’s mind, but it’s another thing entirely when she’s right, and when she knows even more than Dash does. Betrayal feels shitty, like a kick to the gut, especially since Twilight is one of the few ponies that’s simply unable to betray Dash.

“Rainbow Dash.”

Dash sighs.

But before Dash can give in and say okay, Doublemint steps back and smacks his lips. “Actually, your Highness,” he begins, turning to climb atop her bed. He stomps his hooves over her bedsheet and flops back against her headboard in her mound of pillows. “I’m not going to fuck you.”

Twilight balks. “W—what are you talking about? Of course you, uh . . . ”

He sprawls out, in a mockery of Twilight’s earlier pose, and smiles at them both. His cock spears into the air, bobbing in front of his stomach. He grabs it and starts stroking himself, watching Twilight as he does. A couple drips of excitement slip from the head and slide down his shaft. It’s so—obscene. It’s not the first cock Dash has seen before, and she’s sure it’s not as big as she thinks, but seeing it displayed in front of her like this, and in front of Twilight, too—

“Don’t get me wrong. I’d love nothing more than to hold you down and make you squeal like a filly, especially without everypony else jockeying for position. I love watching you struggle. But I have no desire to get beaten up by my new friend here. I’d feel much safer if you got her permission. Besides, isn’t asking please in the syllabus for Friendship One-Oh-One?”

“Oh,” Twilight says. Glancing briefly at Dash, she slips off the little table, climbs onto the bed and stands between Doublemint’s legs. She stares almost cross-eyed at the towering slab in front of her face, then steps to the side and settles with her chest and forelegs atop his thigh. Facing Dash, with her guard’s cock bobbing between them, she asks, “Dash, will you watch me suck this stallion’s cock?”

Dash snarls and opens her mouth to give some snarking retort, some scathing, swearing insult—Dash can be mean to her friends, too, if she has to, and how fucking dare Twilight ask for permission after forcing her to sit still and watch anyways—but her mouth is so dry, suddenly. And she’s out of breath, which doesn’t make sense since—Oh, wait, yes. Her heart is racing. Now that she checks, Dash realizes she’s shaking. Of course she is. Twilight’s practically family—and she’s gonna suck her first cock right in front of Dash to win some stupid argument. Dash is the only pony that seems to get how unreal this is. Sweet fucking Celestia. She swallows and tries again to tell her off.

“Y—yeah. Whatever.”

Twilight holds Dash’s gaze for another moment, then focuses on the pillar of meat between them. She shoves her guard’s hoof out of the way and grabs his cock for herself, starts stroking it. The thing is huge, compared to her hoof. She can’t even wrap her hoof around it. But Doublemint doesn’t seem to mind. He grunts and shifts under her weight, getting comfortable and thrusting his cock through her slippery grip.

After a couple strokes she holds his cock still and leans close enough to kiss it. She slides her tongue and licks up the side, her purple blushing face obscured by his thick, mottled shaft. Soon the whole thing is slick and shiny with saliva and precum, still dripping from the top. She even ducks her head to nose at his sack, inhaling a long drag.

Fuck. Dash can practically smell it herself. His thick stallion scent. She tries not to whimper, and to keep standing. This doesn’t bother her. She’s not gonna freak out just because Twilight has her nose in his crotch like a mare in heat.

“Have you done this before, Dash?” Twilight asks suddenly, before licking a slimy trail from his balls to the head of his cock. “Given a blowjob?”

Dash splutters, “What? Of course! Who hasn’t?”

“Well, I haven’t—right?” Twilight answers absently, nuzzling the cock in front of her. Practically letting it drape over her face. A drip of precum stretches to her forehead, linking them together for a moment. “That’s what you’re thinking. I’m gonna suck my first cock. I’ve never tasted one. I don’t know if I’m any good. I probably can’t fit the whole thing in my mouth. There’s no way I’d like it. Why, I’m probably asexual, or something. But I’m gonna try, just for you, Dash. Are you paying attention?”

Dash can’t even look away, much less watch something else. “Y—yeah.”

Twilight looms over his lap, puckers her lips, and gives Doublemint’s cock a slow, luxurious kiss, like she’s making out with a lover, moving her head and slipping her tongue out and even drooling down his shaft. She pulls back and smacks her lips, then follows her drool down the side of his dick, making out with the whole length while she wiggles in place, silhouetted against the light from her windows.

For an amateur, Twilight knows how to put on a show. Warmth mixes with the dread already in her gut, like the heavy lump in her stomach is charged with lightning and ready to crackle. She tries not to squirm. She’s seriously pissed, and a little alarmed—and definitely turned on.

“Well, Dash? Am I doing it right?”

Dash nods slowly.

Twilight grins, then sets her face like she’s about to tackle some complex magic. A quick breath. She slides the tip into her mouth, humming gently, and starts blowing him properly. Dash hears the familiar slurping sound, but in Twilight’s muffled voice it sounds . . . perverted. His cock is so offensively male, while her face is adorably innocent, and with her lips stretched around him . . .

Doublemint reaches for Twilight’s head. Dash stiffens, but he simply slides his hoof through her mane and sighs. “If I find the misguided welp who thinks Her Highness is some mere whore,” he says, “you may rest assured, Sir Rainbow Dash, that I’ll make sure he is enlightened. Even if I have to bring him here myself.”

Dash can’t be bothered to snark, or respond at all, or even glare at him. Twilight’s cute little face bobs up and down, swallowing more and more of his cock with each dip. She doesn’t struggle or grimace or even wrinkle her nose in disgust, just calmly sucks this lucky stallion’s cock. Her lips leave a shiny layer of saliva each time she lifts her head. Every few moments she glances at Dash, and Dash finds herself looking away more often than not. Like she’s the one doing something embarrassing.

“It’s fucking amazing, isn’t it?” Doublemint says, a shimmer of sweat forming on his brow.

“Uh—” Dash stammers. It’s really, really hard to focus on him while Twilight’s doing what she’s doing. “Yeah.”

“I’m guessing you’ve never seen Her Highness give head before?”

Dash shakes her head. “Nuh uh,” she mutters, just over the slurping, sucking, spitting sounds coming from his lap.

“You’re missing out. She knows how to put on a show. I don’t know how long she’s been sucking stallions dry but she’s been doing it since before she was a Princess.”

Dash gulps. Somehow this guard doesn’t sound like he’s lying.

He sighs and shifts in place, settling in. “You know,” he says casually, “for such a popular, public figure, and a hero of Equestria—I expected you to be less of a loser.”

Dash’s jaw drops.

He shrugs.

Dash barks out a shocked laugh. “Hey, fuck you!” she says. The balls on this one. “I’m a little distracted, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Oh, I noticed.” He glances behind her, over her shoulder. “You’ve got a pretty impressive wingboner, and you’re gawking like an idiot. I’d have thought somepony like you would have no trouble with sex, but you’re really bothered, aren’t you?”

“Psh, whatever. I’m not bothered. It’s just . . . ”

“ . . . fucking amazing?”

“Yeah.”

He slides his hoof back through Twilight’s mane and strokes behind her ears. It’s almost sweet. Twilight slows her head, eyes flicking back and forth as they talk about her. “Something about her big, beautiful eyes, her cute little nose, the way she wiggles her ass.” He smiles at Twilight, and she glares at him. “You’d think she’s found a new tome of magic to digest.”

He’s right. In fact, Dash thinks she’s seen almost this exact face on Twilight before, ignoring the lewdly stretched lips and the drool sliding down her chin. “Yeah. Or—like Princess Celestia has given her homework.”

Doublemint nods. “Or she gets to help some poor sap with a friendship problem.”

Dash snorts. “Ha! Probably with a song—”

Is she really joking with this stallion? He’s a meathead. In different circumstances it could’ve been him leashing her and yanking her in front of the Princess to be disciplined instead of getting his cock sucked. For all Dash knows Doublemint likes to brag in public about fucking Twilight too.

Doublemint seems oblivious to her dysfunction. He groans and rolls his hips, pressing his cock into Twilight’s mouth and his crotch up against her nose. Twilight jerks back then freezes, trying to get used to him thrusting in and out of her mouth. His crotch is slick with what looks like a mouthful of saliva spilling from her lips, and however much precum is mixed in.

“Do you want some?”

Dash jerks her head back. He’s serious. “Yeah, no,” she scoffs, hiding her shock behind a practiced aloof face. “You’re not that hot.”

“Not that hot? Sir, I’m downright ugly. I meant her. Do you want to fuck her? She wants to fuck you. She’ll eat you out if you want. We could take turns with her. A little teamwork. Why do you think she orchestrated this? To make some convoluted point? To make you feel bad? She wants—Ah!” he hisses, when Twilight does something that really turns his crank. “She wants to show you what she’s really like.” He sighs and smiles at his Princess.

“And you know what that is?” Dash rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Yeah, she’s sucking your cock. Don’t act like you’re suddenly soulmates or something. You sure as shit don’t know her better than I do. We’re best friends.”

“Really? Tell me, Sir. How does the Twilight Sparkle you know treat her stallionfriend?”

Dash shrugs. “I dunno. She probably reads books with him, and goes on dates with him.” She smirks. “And probably stammers and blushes a bunch when her friends tease her, and, uh . . . ”

Dash steps closer, faces Twilight. She’s got her own stupid face, like Doublemint does: eyes vacant and lidded, a blush on her cheeks. Her lips are stretched wide around his cock. There’s a river of drool slobbering down her chin and neck, which Dash can easily imagine is cum instead. She doesn’t hesitate and even watches Dash as she bobs her head on this strange stallion’s cock. She knows what Dash is realizing.

“ . . . and she doesn’t cheat on her stallionfriend,” Dash admits.

Oh, Twilight.

Doublemint shrugs. “You want to see the Princess I know?” He runs his hoof through Twilight’s mane, reaches for the back of her head, and starts pressing Twilight’s nose toward his crotch. “Just slide behind her and reach between her legs.” Twilight’s eyes start to bulge as his cock shoves against her throat. “If she even thinks about stopping you, I’ll not only leave, I’ll resign from the Castle Guard before the end of my shift. Or better yet, spread her legs apart and start eating her out. Don’t bother asking.” Twilight reaches a hoof and shoves pretty pathetically against his hip. “She won’t try to stop you. If she uses her teekay, I guarantee it’ll be to hold you in place, not push you back, Sir Miss Best Friend.”

Twilight’s lips slip the last inch or so and kiss his groin.

Dash gasps. It’s one thing to watch Twilight get her throat swabbed—to watch her screw up her face and flare her nostrils and slap his hips in protest. But to go down on her?

The moment Doublemint lets go of her head Twilight jerks back, gasping for breath. Drool bubbles down her face, mixing with a tear or two. She gulps, sucking down air, and wipes her face. After a moment she props herself back up, pulls the hair from her face, and spits at Doublemint, “Fuck you. Don’t talk about me like I can’t hear you.”

Doublemint angles his hips and gently taps her cheek with his cock. She growls and turns her head, opens her lips, and swallows his cock again.

“So, Sir? What’ll it be?”

Sure, Twilight’s hot. Just like all the other Princesses. There isn’t a pony in Equestria who wouldn’t dream of hooking up with a Princess. Dash has glanced at Twilight’s increasingly fine ass now and then. And if they weren’t as close as they were, and if Dash didn’t know Twilight like she does—and if Twilight didn’t have the authority to bury her in a dungeon or whatever—then yeah. But this is the superhero who’d rather stare down evil than make new friends. The egghead who’d rather shuffle books endlessly than go outside. The loner who’d rather watch the ponies around her date and fall in love and start families instead of doing so herself. Twilight doesn’t date, and doesn’t fuck, and certainly doesn’t want Dash eating her ass.

Dash steps her forehooves atop the bed and watches Twilight for a reaction—none—then climbs up and shuffles behind her.

Except Twilight is interested in stallions. And apparently she does fuck. And from the way Twilight doesn’t stop Dash as she places a hoof on her flank, just shudders and flicks her tail out of the way and spreads her hindhooves slightly—

“Come on, Twilight,” Dash pleads, resting her other hoof on Twilight’s other flank and squeezing gently. “You’re supposed to stop me.”

Twilight whimpers, presenting what looks like an exquisite pussy. She keeps her lips wrapped around Doublemint’s cock, keeps bobbing her head.

—it looks like Twilight wants this as much as Dash does.

Doublemint grunts. “Better hurry, Sir. I’m starting to think you’re not as awesome as everypony claims. Unless of course you’re waiting for sloppy seconds, which would be very awesome, and I would happily be obliged.”

Dash glares at him, but gets only a stupid grin in response. Great. Dash can’t back out now, but at least Dash knows what to do, so she shuffles closer, spreads Twilight’s cheeks, and—hesitates. Come on! she thinks. Who cares if Twilight gets mad at her now? Just do it!

Dash lunges forward, smacks her face into Twilight’s rump, and licks a slow, deep lick up Twilight’s soaked pussy lips, sliding all the way up until her nose is under Twilight’s dock and her tongue is poking Twilight’s ass.

Twilight squeaks and doesn’t teleport Dash to the surface of the sun. She just flicks her tail in Dash’s face and shudders and pushes back against her.

Well, Dash thinks wryly, as she leans back in, it’s not like they were close friends or anything. At least the point of no return tastes amazing. She kisses Twilight’s pussy and shoves her tongue inside, tasting a run of juice that’s trickling down Twilight’s thighs and Dash’s chin. Twilight’s flesh is soft and warm and so, so smooth. She shuffles closer, mashing her face into Twilight’s rump so much that she almost lifts Twilight’s hindlegs right off the bed.

Twilight groans, barely stopping her worship of Doublemint’s cock.

Dash reaches between Twilight’s legs and around Twilight’s waist and gropes her, rubbing and tracing the curves from her stomach to her crotch to her ass. She slurps and licks and sucks and buries her nose and tries not to wonder whether all those rumors were true, and whether Sodapop or Applejack’s relatives or any one of Twilight’s professors has ever been back here, and whether this is an exclusive club or not. Or this Spirit stallion—has he ever eaten out Twilight? Are they a thing or not? Does he know about this?

In front of her, just beyond Twilight’s flicking tail, Doublemint grabs Twilight’s mane again and holds her still to shove his cock into her mouth, and Dash follows his lead, shoving her tongue as deep into Twilight as she can manage. Twilight squeals, and just as Dash thinks she’s gotten a handle on Twilight’s flowing juices another splash covers her muzzle. She’s gonna have the smell of Twilight’s juicy pussy stuck in her nose for years at this rate. Dash squirms, rubbing her thighs together.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Doublemint hisses, over Twilight’s muffled whimpers and moans. Dash looks up over the curve of Twilight’s ass. His downright ugly face is all screwed up with effort, his jaw clenched shut. He’s glancing between Dash’s slippery face and Twilight’s stretched mouth. Bucking his hips. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come. Do you—Ah!—do you wanna watch?”

Fuck. Dash does want to see it. Now that the flood gates are open—literally; Twilight’s dripping down her inner thighs and onto the sheets—Dash can’t stop imagining Twilight with all these other ponies, and it always ends with an innocent young Twilight covered in cum, filled up to bursting—or swallowing it—and pleading for more.

“Hurry. Hurry!”

Dash cranes her neck to get a better view, then slips around so she can see Twilight’s face again.

Twilight glances up at Dash. Her face is burnt with blush. Her nostrils flare as she tries to suck in enough air.

“Do it,” Dash whispers, eyes wide.

“I don’t have. Much of a. Choice!” Doublemint grunts, grabbing the back of Twilight’s head, and Dash, close enough that she could take over for Twilight if she wanted, gets to watch as he rolls his hips and shoves himself into her throat and comes. His saliva-covered balls clench tight and ram a shot of cum down the length of his cock and into Twilight’s waiting mouth. Twilight’s eyes bulge open and she quickly swallows what looks like a mouthful of thick Earth Pony cum. It stretches her throat, travelling down towards her stomach, even as Doublemint humps his cock again, shooting another load. Twilight’s hackles rise from the onslaught.

Dash gulps right alongside her. She knows exactly what Twilight’s feeling right now. The hot spray of cum against the back of her mouth. The rising tide filling her cheeks and drowning her teeth, forcing her to swallow or risk it splashing all down her chin. His cock throbbing and bulging in her mouth, stretching her jaw wide. Being overwhelmed by something so dominant and offensive and selfish shoved into her mouth, over and over again.

But this is nothing like one of Dash’s blowjobs. When Dash sucks a stallion’s cock, she’s in control, no matter what the stallion thinks. She’s still Sir Rainbow Dash, hero of Equestria. When Twilight swallows a stallion’s cum, apparently, she’s no longer Princess of the Realm Twilight Sparkle. No Princess would do this.

Doublemint wheezes and collapses, relaxing his hips and loosening his grip on her mane. Happy Doublemint noises fill the room.

With her lips still sealed tight and her cheeks bulging, Twilight pulls her mouth from his cock, spilling only a little cum down her chin, and lifts her head up. She takes a careful, deep breath through her nose, stares deep into Dash’s eyes, and opens her mouth to show off a mouthful of thick Earth Pony stallion cum. A huge fucking mouthful. If Twilight coughs or slips and falls she’s going to make such a mess. Her face is close enough to Dash’s that Dash would barely need to lean close to kiss her. Twilight could press her cummy lips to Dash’s in a sloppy kiss, probably spilling that mouthful all over Dash’s lips and chin, before lunging at her and knocking them both to the floor and humping her while Doublemint drives a huge, magically-recharged Earth Pony cock up her cunt and makes her scream—

As Dash whimpers, unable to look away, Twilight scrunches her face and gulps down this last mouthful, then smacks her lips and sighs. Stares back at Dash, daring her to criticize or reprimand or forgive Twilight for her awful, deviant behavior, even though Dash is too horny to do much more than lick her lips.

Twilight’s gloating doesn’t last long. Doublemint grunts and shoots a weak dollop of cum into the air to splatter on Twilight’s forehead. Twilight blinks, glares at his cock, and dips her head down to lick clean the oozing cum that’s dripping down his shaft.

“Your Highness,” he groans, rolling his hips. He reaches down and gently tugs at her mane.

Twilight’s ears twitch. She pauses, tongue stuck to his cock like it’s a frozen metal pole during the winter, and looks up at him. “Mmm?”

“Come here.” He grips her mane and yanks.

Twilight yelps and scrambles to follow his hoof. He pulls her to the side and she loses her balance, winding up on her back with her head where her hooves should be. Her pussy is swamped and swollen. A sticky mess that Dash can still taste. It looks amazing.

Doublemint looms over her and stomps a hoof onto her chest, holding her in place so he can kiss her. She hesitates for only a moment before kissing back, as hard as she can with him standing on her chest, reaching up to grab his shoulders and pull him lower. Actually snarling into his lips. Their faces moving together. His mane draping onto hers. Her hindlegs stroking up his haunches, like she’s trying to hold him in place. He’s gotta be tasting his cum on her lips but he doesn’t seem to care. He just holds her close and rubs his hooves down her sides, letting her bite his lips and lick his chin and explore his mouth.

“Your Highness,” he groans between kisses. “I’ll never get used to this.”

“Shut up,” she pants, wiping her chin. “You’re disgusting.”

“I love kissing you. You kiss like a love-struck filly,” he mutters, shifting his weight and crouching between her thighs. “Heh. How’s Boot doing? Speaking of love-struck fillies—”

“Shut up.”

“That good, huh?” He licks her lips, definitely tasting his own cum now. Dash watches with her jaw hanging open as he grabs his cock and starts stroking it. It’s still hard, drooling a little cum onto Twilight’s stomach. Maybe because he’s an Earth Pony, or maybe Twilight actually is using some sort of voodoo Unicorn witch magic. Doesn’t matter. When he starts rubbing the tip against Twilight’s pussy, Dash realizes with a start that there’s going to be a round two.

“Wait. Wait!” Twilight yelps, slapping at his chest with wide eyes.

Doublemint licks his lips as he eyes her body, and says, “Sorry, Your Highness, but I lied. I am going to fuck you.” He glances at Dash. “I don’t think my new friend is going to object.”

Twilight whimpers but stops her half-hearted struggling. She turns her head to the side and watches Dash, her face burnt with blush and her eyes wide.

“Are you?” she asks.

Dash bites her lip, then blurts out, “Who’s Boot?”

Doublemint nips Twilight’s chin and says, eyes blazing, “Her stallionfriend.” Then he flexes his hips and shoves. His cock bends a little, pressing up against what Dash now knows is a slippery but very tight pussy, before slipping in with a slurp.

Twilight cries out and throws her head back, her horn tearing a loud gash through one of her cushions and surrounding them in a little storm of feathers. With her body arched like that, and with a stallion’s cock buried in her pussy all the way to the root—

Sweet Sisters.

Doublemint pauses for a moment to catch his breath. “You’re . . . You’re absolutely perfect like this. So hot. So—Mmph!” he grunts, thrusting again, a little rougher, eliciting a little yelp. “So tight and warm. I could keep fucking you forever. Why don’t you—Mmph!—move in downstairs? Fuck. You don’t need to be a Princess. No pressure. No responsibilities. No more yelling or threatening or insulting us. Mmph! We’ll take care of you. We’ll take care of everything. Ha! All you need to do—Mmph!—is open your mouth—Ah!—and flick your tail out of the way—Ugh!—and let us serve. You. Your. Highness!” he snorts. Doublemint slides into the groove as he speaks, fucking her up and down the bed.

Fucking fuck. Dash is watching a stallion rail Twilight Sparkle, Princess of the Realm and one of Dash’s best friends, like she’s nothing more than a cheap whore. But instead of hiding in shame, Twilight won’t look away, even as she yelps and grunts and cries; she keeps eye contact even as her face slides up and down the bed with Doublemint’s thrusts. She’s bouncing so much, Dash would have a hard time kissing her, if she wanted to. She kinda does, on her lips and her neck and even on her crotch, wants to lick and taste what that cock is doing to her.

“Oh, fuck, Your Highness. I love your pussy. It’s so tight and perfect, just like a filly’s. Right, Sir?”

Dash tears her gaze from Twilight’s accusing eyes and gawks at her pussy. It’s swollen and slick, stretched wide around Doublemint’s cock. But it does look pristine. Like a young filly’s pussy, Dash imagines. One in the prime of its existence, made for one purpose: getting fucked, over and over, with stallion after stallion emptying himself inside it.

“It’s—it’s good,” she admits.

“It’s fucking amazing. No wonder those guards were arguing. I can’t make up my mind. Too bad you don’t have a cock, Sir. The two of us could compare notes.”

Dash can well imagine, after her little taste. Watching Doublemint screw his face up and snarl and hump Twilight like an animal—watching him shove his cock so far inside her it’s bound to poke back out of her panting, drooling mouth—Dash is more than a little jealous. She’s been on the receiving end of a good cranking now and then but if she had her own cock she’d never stop fucking Twilight. Twilight deserves it, according to Doublemint. And the two of them, working together?

Dash shuffles close enough that she’s in danger of getting walloped in the face by Twilight’s twitching wings so she can watch their messy fucking. Maybe if she turns and squats over Twilight’s face—

“Dash.”

Dash jerks back, realizing her hoof was just about to slip between her thighs, and tries not to look too guilty, nevermind what Twilight herself is doing.

But instead of getting upset, Twilight just wipes her mouth and says, like they’re talking about the weather, “Before we were interrupted, I wanted to ask you if you would mind mentoring a pony for me. She’s going to be Ponyville’s lead Cloud Sculptor.”

“She’s . . . what?” Dash frowns. Before they were interrupted was a lifetime ago, so it takes a few moments. Twilight is talking about the weather. “But you were going to make me the lead. Aren’t you planning on overthrowing the Weather Marshal?”

Now Twilight looks away, ashamed. Oh. She still is—just not with Rainbow Dash.

Dash leans back and exhales. “Fuck. Of course you say that. Just—Are you trying to hurt me? With all this?” She waves at Doublemint, at the spectacle of it all.

Twilight shakes her head. “No! I messed up, Dash. Really bad. I made a desperate gamble in Cloudsdale to fix our weather without having to build a Factory, and now I have no choice.”

“You don’t want it?”

“Of course not. They’re very expensive. Ponyville’s barely held together as it is, and I don’t have the resources or the time or even the skills to fight Cloudsdale. You know what they’re like. So I tried to be clever. But I fucked up and now I’m stuck dealing with the consequences.”

“But I do! I have the skills and the resources!” Dash thumps her chest. “Me! I can help you fight Cloudsdale! I have contacts. I know who to work with. I know—”

Dash shuts her mouth, realizing that she’s perilously close to whining.

“I know, Dash. I’m so sorry. I know this is your dream. If this had worked out any differently, I would’ve offered the job to you first. But it has to be her. You still have a future. I ruined hers. And you’re the only one who can help her. There’s no one that knows weather mechanics in Ponyville better than you.”

Doublemint keeps thrusting and grunting, in spite of—or maybe because of—Twilight’s important business. Doublemint was fucking her best friend; now he’s fucking a Princess. Watching Twilight bounce up and down on her bed while apologizing makes it that much more insulting.

For a few moments Dash sits there, feeling unbalanced, like she just wants to yell. One fucking thing after another. “Just—” She rubs her forehead, then turns and slips off of the bed. “Just hire somepony from Cloudsdale to teach her. One of the other Cloud Sculptors. Find a Gryphon engineer. A fucking Breezie, for all I care. Or, fuck. Do literally anything other than ask me to do this.”

“I can’t. You said it yourself. They could have spies. And there’s nopony else I trust more than you.”

“No.”

Twilight looks genuinely hurt. “You won’t do it? I’m sorry, Dash. I really am. I know this isn’t what you wanted to happen.”

“You’re fucking right it’s not!” She stomps in place. “Do you know what being Weather Marshal means? It’s literally every Pegasus’—”

“Every Pegasus’ dream, I know.”

Dash looks away, takes a deep breath, and blinks the sudden moisture from her eyes. Tonight’s getting to be a bit more than she can handle.

“Rainbow . . . ”

“I was trying to help you tonight,” Dash says.

“You can help me by helping Lux.”

The Castle Guard perks his head up. “Oh, you mean the filly whore you shoved downstairs?”

“Hey!” Twilight snaps, glaring up at him. “Don’t call her that. Her name is Lux, and she’s a nice young filly—what do you mean, whore?”

“I mean the filly you brought for us to fuck. Thanks for that, by the way. Morale has never been higher.”

“You didn’t.”

Doublemint looks bewildered for a moment, slowing his thrusts. “You’re joking, right? You bring us a beautiful, curious, and naive young filly, drop her off in the racks, and tell her to make friends with ponies you consider little more than perverts and rapists—and you don’t expect her to get fucked?” He laughs.

“But—there’s nowhere else to put her,” Twilight whines.

“Oh, I’m not complaining. Lux is the best damned thing to happen downstairs. When you blue ball us, we just turn around and find Lux. Doesn’t matter what she’s doing, she’s very accommodating. Don’t worry! We’re real friendly downstairs. Let’s see. There’s no free bunks, but there’s always somepony willing to share. She had trouble falling asleep when she first arrived, but not anymore, even cuddled up with one or two of us. Sometimes she gets woken up at shift change, when the next batch of worn-down guards comes in seeking some warmth from our sweet little light bulb, but there’s no helping that. In the morning we make sure she has plenty of time to shower, even though so many of us are trying to get ready. She loves showering with us. And we keep her company at meals, escort her around the castle, entertain her when she’s bored or lonely—”

“No.”

“I know, right? You wouldn’t think so from looking at her, but she is a freak. And a real quick learner! You haven’t bothered getting her into school yet, so we’ve taken it upon ourselves to supplement her education. Real hooves on. She could probably show you a few tricks.”

“No! I told Mantle—”

“Guard-captain Mantle can’t do much about it, because you ordered her to provide a home for Lux, and because Lux knows that to make friends, you don’t tell on them. She doesn’t argue, doesn’t fight, and doesn’t let us get caught. In fact I think she enjoys it, now. So all Mantle can do is punish us as a group, and that’s nothing against the wonders of tight filly pussy.”

“No,” Twilight grunts, eyes shut. “No. She’s so pretty—”

“You should see her when she’s dripping in cum.”

Twilight gulps. “—and young. So talented. She’s full of dreams and wonder and—Oh, shit—you’re gonna fuck that right out of her!”

Doublemint laughs. “You should come downstairs more often, then. I think she misses you. She says she’s homesick. But she’s doing her best to follow your instructions and make friends.” He glances at Dash. “I really hope you don’t mentor Lux, Sir. She’ll make a great Castle Guard. We even gave her her own little green hair clip—”

“What?!” Twilight shrieks. “You can’t!”

He chuckles. “Not for her to wear, silly. We don’t need her permission.” Doublemint grabs a lock of her mane and pulls Twilight’s face close to his. He smiles as she pants and drools, then whispers just loud enough for Dash to hear over everything else, “It’s for her to use on you.”

“No . . . ” Twilight groans, arching her back. Her wings twitch and flick, loosening feathers everywhere. Her legs quiver—

Dash gasps.

Twilight’s coming. Sweet Celestia. Right in front of her. While this strange stallion’s cock pistons in and out of her pussy. Fuck. Unicorn Twilight had her charms and was cute, in a sister kind of way. Pretty. But Alicorn Twilight, in the throes of an orgasm? Skewered on a cock long enough to reach her lungs, hindlegs scraping his hips, wings out to here—Dash squirms in place, wiggling her hips. Realizes just how sticky her crotch is, even down her thighs. Twilight’s downright majestic.

Doublemint grits his teeth. “Fuck. That’s hot. Gonna come. Gonna come. Where do you think, Sir Knight of Equestria? Inside? Or—fuck!—or outside?”

Fuck it. Dash spreads her hindlegs and shoves her forehoof down her front. Balancing on three hooves, she starts rubbing at her crotch. Sweet fucking Luna, she’s even wetter than she thought. Fuck! “Out—outside!” she grunts, not blinking, not daring to look away.

“Good—good choice,” Doublemint pants. “I knew—that we’d become—best—friends! Ah!”

Doublemint gasps, and jerks back, shoving at the mattress and lifting himself from her body.

“No . . . ” Twilight whines, igniting her horn. Her magic grips his hips, but it’s weak and keeps flickering.

His cock slurps free of her cunt, just moments before it spasms and unloads a rope of cum that splashes over her abdomen. Her crotch and thighs are covered in spunk almost immediately. He grunts again, grabs his slippery cock, and clumsily aims upwards. His cock paints a sticky line of hot Earth Pony semen from her crotch to her chest, a thin clear stroke punctuated by a large pearly white splotch right over her sternum, followed by another. Almost reaching her neck. His hips jerk, pressing his cock into her abdomen and smearing more spunk everywhere.

Dash whines, squeezing her hoof with her thighs. Bites her lip. Grunts like an animal. So close!

But before she can come, Doublemint lets go of his dick and sighs. He steps over Twilight, bends his hindlegs awkwardly, and presses the drooling tip of his cock to Twilight’s face. “Suck it clean, Your Highness,” he orders.

Twilight opens her mouth and lets him shove his softening cock inside. She’s too tired to do much more than suckle as he humps her face. It’s still pretty hot. When he pulls back he has a satisfied smile on his face. A thin string of cum and saliva stretches from her tongue to his cock for a moment before snapping apart.

He looks over his latest work of art. “Heh. We didn’t really answer your question after all,” he says. “We were supposed to give you a facial and a creampie. Rain check?”

Twilight gurgles in response, her hindleg twitching.

“Good talk, Your Highness.” He offers Dash an innocent smile, even though he’s caught Dash with her hoof between her thighs. “Do you want a ride, too? Because if so, you’ll have to give me a few minutes. I’m not a young stallion anymore.”

“You,” she pants, pointing at the door, “can fuck right off.”

Doublemint laughs—Dash realizes a moment too late that she’s pointing at him with her sticky hoof—and hops onto the floor.

Twilight waves her hoof lazily and mutters, “Guard? Leave us. And find Boot for me.” Her horn ignites so she can unlock the door.

“Yes, Your Highness.” He begins collecting his armor, dressing quickly. “Sir Rainbow Dash, my offer still stands. If ever you feel like gracing the racks with your presence, you’ll be more than welcome. I’m sure we could find something fun to do as a group.”

Doublemint closes the door behind him, leaving Dash alone with Twilight.