Quashed

Over the next few months, Steelhorn oversaw countless improvements to the Equestrian military. It took almost a year to put together, but when he was done, he felt confident that they would survive the battle for the Hornburg. This war was as good as won now.

Boneshatter and Arrow set out to lead the troops into minotaur territory. Steelhorn would have gone himself, but he had promised Celestia that she could taste him every morning, and Luna every night. Besides, he had three kids he needed to look after, and three more already on the way. Boneshatter was his most trusted confidant. He'd have no trouble going to the Hornburg, especially with an army at his back. There was little to worry about.

While his brothers were gone, Steelhorn hosted a large banquet with what remained of Equestria's high-ranking officers. Many of them were aware by now that Steelhorn was basically in charge, as the princesses were almost exclusively deferring to him. The ones that were not aware yet were made aware as Steelhorn sat on the throne throughout the night. As if that were not enough, halfway through dinner, Twilight slipped under the table and began sucking him off while rubbing herself.

This action caused a bit of a ruckus around the room, as the officers were not accustomed to seeing a princess act like a common whore. Adding to this cacophony were Celestia and Luna, who were absolutely livid at Twilight's behaviour. She, along with both of them, were supposed to wait until after the party was over before being allowed to please their master. She had committed quite the faux pas, having her dessert before dinner was done.

Celestia was determined to have an equal treatment, so she called for volunteers to feed her. As she lifted her dress and spread her legs, several dozen hands shot up, and a line was formed for access to her pussy. Not to be outdone, Twilight lay down across a table and lifted her tail, demanding all able-bodied men to rail her pussy and arse. The order was not to go unheeded, and an orgy began right in the middle of dinner.

Despite her broken mind, Luna held fast to her loyalty. Her grip in her chair was so tight that her fingernails were about to dent the wood. She desperately wanted to join in, but she'd made a promise to her master that she would wait. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried as hard as she could to not listen, but it was no use. Her loins were positively frothing.

Thankfully, she was given relief presently. Steelhorn had cleared a place for her on the table, and guiding her by the hand, he bent her over the edge, stripping off her dress and lifting her tail. He'd have spread her legs, but she was way ahead of him, with her hands already pulling her labia apart. She was ready for him. With such a tasty dish in front of him, Steelhorn couldn't help but to dive right in. Driving his cock deep into her snatch, the two of them were far more vocal than anyone else at the party.

The next morning, as Celestia was licking him clean, Steelhorn looked around. Everypony seemed to have enjoyed themselves and passed out in the dining hall. As he stood up, one of the generals rolled over and extended a hand. As Steelhorn helped him to his feet, the general chuckled.

"Not only do you run a tight ship with the military, you also know how to throw a splendid orgy. You're a good man, Steelhorn. If you can convince the princesses to just hand over their crown to you, I'm pretty sure all the soldiers would support you."

Celestia pulled the cock out of her mouth and took a deep breath. "He can have mine!"

"Mine, too!" called Luna.

"As long as he keeps me filled with cock, I bend over in support of King Steelhorn of Equestria!" giggled Twilight, bending forward and stretching her arse for all to see her gaping hole.

As the officers began to awaken, their voices joined together, chanting Steelhorn's name. He raised a hand to quiet them. "If that is what you all want, then I suppose I have little choice. I accept the responsibility of Equestria's king!" Loud cheering erupted throughout the room as he took all three tiaras and draped them over his horns. He was finally a king.

A few weeks passed, and he'd had the tiaras melted down and reforged as a crown to fit atop his head. He was sitting on his throne, receiving a titjob from Twilight and Celestia while Luna danced in front of him when Boneshatter returned. He approached the throne with a somber expression. "My lord, I have terrible news."

Steelhorn stood up, knocking the sluts aside as he did so. "What sort of losses are we looking at?"

"It's nothing but a pile of rubble and dead bodies," answered Arrow. "When we arrived, the place had long since been levelled."

"And there's more bad news," added Boneshatter. "Chief Brasshoof of Stormshroud is the new king. It's been decided already. You cannot be named king anymore."

Steelhorn placed a hand on Boneshatter's shoulder. "Actually, I can. Equestria handed itself to me. I am the new ruler of Equestria."

Boneshatter looked up. "Are you serious?"

Steelhorn nodded. "And with that, I have a new task for you."

"What task is that, my king?" The title tasted great as it came out of Boneshatter's mouth.

"I want you to find a zebra named Zecora. Apparently, she's an expert when it comes to potions. I want more of that potion we took from Jericho. With the Hornburg gone, we have no minotaur citizens. I want you to help me make more. The Hornburg will rise again."

Boneshatter smiled. "With pleasure, my king. Any idea where to start looking?"

Twilight zipped to his side. "I know where she lives! If you let me ride your cock, I'll take you there."

Steelhorn laughed. "You heard the bitch. Strap her to your chest and make her squeal the whole way there."

"Aye, sir." Boneshatter left the room with a salute, Twilight following close behind him.

Steelhorn turned to Arrow. "You've come rather far, my friend. Why don't you relax for the rest of the day? I'm sure Celestia would love to--"

Steelhorn was unable to finish, as Celestia was already underneath Arrow. She was smelling the intoxicating musk of his ball sweat while tonguing his arsehole. Both of them were loving it. He moved back to sit down on the throne. He was the king now. And it was good to be the king.