Quashed

Twilight sat patiently in her room. She had heard tales of minotaurs going into anger-fueled fury, but had never seen it with her own eyes until today. She'd have jumped to Celestia's aid in the past, but with no magic, no friends and no elements of harmony, she had no chance. Even so, Celestia's words were deplorable. Twilight knew she was just doing what she thought was best for Equestria, but to insult such a volatile creature who held such immense power...

Twilight was drawn from her thoughts by the opening of the door. She looked up to find Steelhorn and Boneshatter stepping into her room and gently closing the door. The priestess that had been watching over Twilight stepped away, finding a spot by the wall to stand. Twilight was unsure what awaited her, but it couldn't be good.

Twilight stood and faced Steelhorn. "Before we begin, I'd like to apologize. I've made it no secret that I don't want want you here, and I've said and done many things in an attempt to make you leave. In spite of this, I think Celestia made a crucial misstep in insulting your people. That was simply too far. However, while I forgive you your outrage, I cannot condone the actions that followed."

"Nor can I," nodded Steelhorn. "What you saw was the base instinct of a wounded warrior. It is not the precision that a seasoned warrior wields. It is action without thought, an unconscious movement, and I remember none of it. It is the same manner of rage that claims the lives of many warriors. I pride myself on being resistant to such a state."

"I provide medications that help him to control it," added the priestess. "Most of them can be ground into a dust and used to make tea."

"Nevertheless, I have come to you, not to deliver a punishment, but instead to offer a gift."

Twilight was shocked. "A gift?"

"Yes, a gift. You are to be given a citizen from the Hornburg."

Twilight shook her head. "I don't need another assistant. I have one, back home in Ponyville. A dragon, if you can believe that."

"Will you not, at the very least, meet them? Have a conversation with them?"

Twilight shook her head. "I'd rather not meet another minotaur for quite some time."

Steelhorn grinned an evil grin. "It will be many months before they arrive. When you see them, you can look them right in the eye. If you then choose to send them away, they will return to the Hornburg with me."

"I'd really rather not."

Steelhorn gripped Twilight's wrists, pushing her down and pinning her to the bed behind her. "I'm not giving you a choice. You are going to meet them."

Twilight said nothing, but her eyes spoke for her. They showed fear and acceptance. They then showed confusion as the priestess took control of her wrists and Boneshatter began ripping off her clothes. Finally, as Steelhorn's cock slid out of its sheathe, they showed realization, as she now knew how he would give her a citizen.

Twilight squirmed and wiggled, kicking as hard as she could to dissuade the minotaur from doing this horrible thing. Steelhorn countered her kicks by grabbing at her ankles. Boneshatter took control of one so that Steelhorn had a free hand with which to guide his tip.

While he had been gentle with Luna, she had earned it. She had behaved herself, and had also accepted the method. Twilight had given him credit where due, but had lambasted him at every turn. She had offered little in the way of good faith, and was now actively fighting him. He would plant his seed, whether the fertile ground would give way or not. If he had to be rough, then so be it.

Once he was inside, Boneshatter stepped back. Steelhorn now had both hands, and could easily control Twilight's legs. She'd managed to find her voice, and was now begging and pleading for him to stop. While he had become desensitized to the cries of the Equestrian Princesses, he still had an inkling of pity. Had Luna also been here, begging him to stop his current actions, there was a chance he might have listened. Alas, the nature of the Equestrian citizens prompted him to keep going, as they would never learn if he didn't teach them.

Twilight was much tighter than Luna, being a smaller pony. This caused Steelhorn to push harder, trying to force himself further in. He didn't manage to fit the entire thing inside, but he was deep enough to have opened her cervix. He could go no deeper without causing permanent damage. He needed go no further, and thus began his thrusting.

Twilight was in terrible pain. She wasn't a virgin, as she was well into her thirties, but stallions weren't made this big. Even so, she'd never been with a larger stallion, anyway. She was more turned on by intelligent conversation than she was by size. She wondered if she'd ever be able to feel anything again after this. She certainly would have trouble clamping down on a stallion in the future. They wouldn't stay with her for long, that much was certain.

Steelhorn was having his own trouble. Twilight was uncomfortably tight, and was making it difficult to reach his climax. It was difficult to even move sometimes. That said, this would be the most difficulty he would have injecting a child into one of the princesses. Even if this one didn't take, the next attempt would be inside of an already stretched-out vagina. There was something to look forward to.

As his pleasure began to ramp up, his testicles squeezed themselves, and a hefty load of sperm shot deep into her uterus, filling her to capacity and beyond, once more coating his testicles in a spray of overflowing semen. He pulled out, lowering Twilight's legs to the bed. She was no longer fighting him, having lost all of her energy to do so.

Steelhorn stepped back, admiring his work. "In about nine months, you will give birth to my child. It won't replace the one I've just lost, but it will further cement my right to rule, and will grant you extra support from the Hornburg, should you need it. It is the greatest gift I can give."

Twilight said nothing. She instead curled up in the fetal position and wept. Shaking his head, Steelhorn left the room.

"I think that's all we need do tonight," said Boneshatter, as he and Steelhorn made their way into the bathroom. "We can continue tomorrow."

Steelhorn nodded. "Agreed. Besides, there's something I want to have made before we advance."

"Oh?"

"I'm still working out the details in my mind, but I'm beginning to put together a grand idea. One that will specifically cater to what Celestia said to set off this chain of events."

Boneshatter slipped down into the warm water. "Is this going to be harmful?"

Steelhorn began to rinse himself in the shower. "Not permanently. Perhaps not at all. But it's certainly worth a shot."