“Oh my, I sure do love my cunny full of cummies, Twilight!” Rainbow Dash beamed. She sat, perched against the window to Twilight’s bed chambers, her swollen cunt drooling a steady stream of thick, sticky white.
The princess sighed deeply, deftly blotting the growing damp spots on her floor. “Dash, can you please be sure to, ahem, plug yourself after you get--
“--my holes ruined by half of Ponyville?” She interrupted, smirking. “Are you jealous, egghead? Jealous of all the splooch in my cooch?” She giggled, forcing a short burst of sexual fluids to splatter onto the floor.
Rainbow Dash was a cunt. Plain, and extremely simple. But she was also a somewhat decent, and desperately loyal friend, and an essential part of Celestia’s prophesied plans, so Twilight had tolerated her as best she could so far. Her patience was running out faster than the pre-owned cum was soaking into her bedsheets, however, because Dash was right.
She was jealous.
Intensely.
Back in Canterlot, as personal protege to the Princess of the Sun, she had enjoyed excessive hedonism - free time, unlimited funds, and her pick of the local mares and stallions. And, whether through fear of their god-empress’ wrath should they displease her, or her own magically-enhanced wiles, she was never left a night with her pussy unfulfilled.
But coming to Ponyville had changed that. No longer was she the sexiest thing on four legs. Between the jaw-dropping perfection and grace that was Rarity, and the well-known fact she’d do anything to chase her designer dreams; and the slim, athletic, hot-to-trot, brash, tomcoltish Rainbow Dash, she’d be feeling more than a little neglected.
Pinkie and Fluttershy managed to weird out enough ponies with their strange, kinky, and often unsettling ways, so they hadn’t stood in her way so much. And even Rarity knew that the princess should get first pick. Ever since her ascension, no-one had even thought to stand in her way in becoming the most well-rutted pony around, except that darn pegasus.
“Anyway, I’m off to go deal with the weather - and get some more spum in my tum! See ya’ later, Twilight!” Rainbow crouched, before darting off into the skies, a fine trail of semen flowing behind her like some lewd jetstream.
“Have fun, Dash!” She yelled after the disappearing pegasus, before turning back to her room to begin further cleanup. “Dumb cunt.” She whispered under her breath.
Now Dash had the whole damn weather production and control team to slam her full, taking yet more delightly stallion splooge that was meant for her royal guts!
She let out a long sigh, longer than any dick she’d taken in hours. Perhaps it was fine that Rainbow was taking all of the best meat in town? Maybe she should be happy for her friend and support her slutty endeavors?
The scent of leaked spunk was heavy in the air as she sat down. If she was the Princess of Friendship, surely that meant her friends had to come first? Even if that meant she didn’t get to cum at all. She absent-mindedly licked at her spoo-coated hoof, dripping as it was with the remnants of Rainbow’s visit. The salty, vaguely warm taste covered her eager tongue, and before she knew it, she’d spread her hindlegs and was vigorously rubbing her other hoof into her sopping slit.
Sweet Celestia, what she wouldn’t give for a few well-endowed ponies to come and turn her into a messy cock-kebab. Her soaked nethers ached for deep, hard violation, as her magic massaged her throbbing clit, and her hoof stretched her lips.
“Ffffff- “
“Oh, hey, Twilight!” The door burst open, revealing a smiling Starlight Glimmer, large clipboard in hoof, and quills floating beside her. “I had some changes I wanted to discuss about -
Starlight fucking Glimmer. One of the few ponies around that she considered of a similar level to her in magical skill, knowledge, and providing logical, pragmatic solutions to the issues that plagued the town. Bright as her name sounded, but with the libido and sexual awareness of a dead duck.
“Twilight?” She asked again, staring at her as she angrily masterbated, painting the stained floor with more hot juices.
“FUCK OFF, GLIMMER!” She screeched, nearing her unsatisfied climax. “Unless you’re going to shove that horn up me, GET OUT AND LET ME WANK!”
That pony drove her mad. Not nearly as mad as Rainbow, the slutty dick-thief, but with her complete lack of interest in carnal pleasures, and impressively poorly timed entrances, she was more than a little annoying.
“Maybe later then, Princess. Enjoy...Yourself?” She ducked out of the room, her perfect smile intact. “I think I saw Rainbow Dash around. She might know about this…”
The door closed.
And Twilight came. She grunted hard as pleasurable spasms ran through her lower body, and the thick scent of her own cum quickly dominated and pushed out the lingering trace of pegasus musk.
But as she began to wipe herself down, she was far from satisfied.
“Fucking Rainbow Dash.” She’d been about to cum to the nice thought of being impaled upon Troubleshoes’ titanic cock, whilst choking on Big Mac’s hefty meat, then Starlight had to mention that pegasus. And though she was leaving a pleasing trail of her own, she should be the one pouring like a spermy Rainbow Falls!
Simply put, she was dissatisfied and jealous. And that made her angrier than she should ever have to get as a princess.
Rainbow had to go. Whether she fucked off to another town entirely, or simply stopped gorging on the buffet of musky beef that was the Royal Right, she had to be taken out of the picture.
If Twilight had to go without getting her backside torn up for another few hours, there was no telling what she would do.
And in a way, did she not owe it to herself, and her friends, to keep herself happy and satisfied? How could she be expected to properly rule the area if her guts had yet to be rearranged? If she wasn’t spurting cum from both ends whenever she spoke, how was she supposed to remain dignified and proper in an important meeting?
She slapped her slutty slot and moaned, determined. It was time to plan.
--
The sun began to dip below the horizon as night started to creep across the land. Shadows grew long, and the scant few clouds in the skies turned to wispy shadows, scudding across the gentle orange and purple hues.
The streets of Ponyville were slowly emptying as the streetlights flickered to life. Markets stalls were being collapsed down and rolled away, and the schoolfoals that made the town their playground were disappearing into their warm homes.
And high above the charming buildings and rolling hills and forests that surrounded the town, two ponies stood atop a cloud, passionately arguing.
“...So stop it then, feathercunt!” Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle were face to face, merely a hair's breadth between their two muzzles. Their eyes shining with fierce energy, and their wings flared in aggression.
“I can’t stop being hotter than you, nerd! Dick finds its way into me!” Dash growled, shoving herself forward, “Just accept you’re not getting any whilst I’m in town!”
A subtle twinge of fear crossed her face as Twilight let out an enormous, hormone-fueled roar, “Fine then!” She yelled, spittle spattering the pegasus, “I challenge you to a fuck-off!”
The air grew silent between them.
“A what?”
“Fuck everything. Most fucks given and taken before you collapse wins.” Twilight smirked, “And I guarantee my little librarian labia can take a thousand times more punishment than your gaping Rainbow gash.”
“You don’t stand a chance, you horny-headed fuck. I’ll make it look like a gooey blizzard up in this puss.” She slapped her flank and ran her hoof through her freshly-leaking slit, before booping the princess on the nose, leaving a patch of mixed cum.
“We’ll see.” Twilight slurped it off of her face, expertly flicking her tongue around Dash’s hoof, cleaning it neatly. Her horn blazed to life, and in a bright flash, they were gone.
--
“Citizens of Ponyville! Your princess has a decree for you!” Twilight stood atop her palace spire, one hoof wrapped around a flag pole for balance, and the other around a disoriented Rainbow Dash.
Windows across the twilit town flickered with light, shutters fluttered, and doors opened, revealing hundreds of curious, but adoring faces.
“Cover your foals’ ears, and listen!” She commanded, “For I have hot things to say, and lewd things to request of you all.”
“Uh, Twi, why don’t we just - “
“Come one, and come all! I ask that all of you - each and every willing and able soul in Ponyville - bring yourselves to my palace, wherein you shall try to vigorously fuck both myself, and my companion here-” She slapped Rainbow’s rump loudly, “- into submission.”
A moment passed, before a raucous cheer went up. Mares and stallions of all ages - from awkward-yet-aroused teens; to happily married couples with a twinkle in their eyes; to the more elderly population, moving slowly yet steadily.
Dicks of all kinds unsheathed and swelled, pussies began to drip and wink, and tails hitched.
Ponyville was ready to pound.
--
Glck glck glck
Glck glck
Plap plap plap glrk
Plap plap plap
Glck glck
Oh fuck! Oh fuck!
Glck glck plap plap plap
--
Lewd, sloppy noises resonated through the enormous crystal palace hallways, accompanied by lustful shouts and moans, and hearty, heated grunts. Occasionally, the loud splattering of maresquirt or a particularly heavy load of hot spunk coating the floors joined in, echoing around the sweaty fuckfest.
Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, and Rainbow Dash, champion athlete, stood pressed together, their bodies completely soaked in various fluids. Their faces were close to each other, separated only by a thick, slick cock stuck between their lips, as they were both mounted, and mounting, a further pair of well-hung stallions, bucking their hips in time, and having their rumps slapped and pounded.
“Feeling huh tired yet unf, Rainbow slrrrp Gash?” Twilight taunted through a mouthful of dick. She winced as a particularly well-endowed… Mare? It looked like… grabbed her wings and slammed a thick dong deep into her ass, making a small bump in her guts as she hammered on.
The pegasus coughed up a mouthful of hot splooge, further coating both of their already-well-splattered faces. She wiped her sperm-coated eyes clear and stared back, “Never, Princ-- glck” She was cut off as the penis that had been rubbing between their eager tongues and lips was suddenly pushed into her mouth, and deep into her throat. As the heavy balls slapped stickily on her face and her throat bulged, she simply winked at her rival, before her eyes rolled back in yet another climax, and her spare hoof was dragged back to pleasuring more meat.
Time began to fade together. Whether it was a spit-soaked sack, a pussy-drenched cock, or a well-stretched and drooling cunt, in or on her face, it made it extremely hard to tell the time. And as her eyes went from shade to shade of redness, from the sheer amount of cum on her face, she completely gave up checking.
“Oh my!” Dash squealed as no less than three stallions took turns slamming her throat full, and slapping their precum onto her face, and a small crowd gathered behind her, intent on ramming as many cocks into her well-used tailhole and slit as they could, at the same time.
And shortly after, she was joined by Twilight’s less-than-dignified grunts and moans as she was pushed back and forth against a pair of dicks at each end, her hooves held off the floor, which she painted with drool and cum every few minutes.
Dawn had crept up on the hedonistic display, the bright light of day filtering through the musk-heavy air within the palace.
The horde of horny residents had slowly filtered out over the past few hours, and only a dozen or so iron-willed, iron-cocked, very sweaty stallions remained, rhythmically pounding the living daylights out of the two contesting mares. No words were exchanged, just the soft plap plap plap of ploughing pony pussy.
Twilight flopped to the floor, landing with a splat in a puddle of cooling splurch. The stallions that had been vigilantly spitroasting her for the past few hours had finally passed out, their limpening dicks flopping out of her gaping holes and well-used throat.
She would not walk for a week. Her back legs refused to move, and every time she tried to slide herself around into a proper position, she just covered the nearby area with more semen, firing from all of her abused orifices.
Her sore eyes scanned the disgusting room for Rainbow Dash. And, as she caught sight of the messy pegasus, she too crumpled to the ground, no longer supported by sturdy cocks.
“Give up?” She croaked, dribbling a thick stream of fluids.
Rainbow Dash was many things. Hardy, bull-headed, and intensely resistant to high-velocity injuries, but there was no way even she could stand much more.
“Two-hundred -” She gasped, lapping up some spilt spoo to wet her lips, “- and thirty-six.”
Fuck. One more than her, and she was still looking mostly-conscious. There was no way the Princess could lose to some feathery showoff. Not now. Not when it would mean flying all the way to Canterlot to get herself stuffed. And Canterlot was way too reserved - they rarely even came on her face, let alone left her feeling so sore, used, and satisfied.
There was only one thing for it.
Magic.
“Dash, get your filthy cunt over here.” She said, rolling onto her back. Her stomach was heavy with hundreds of loads, and there was no way she could still move.
“Ready to admit defeat?” Dash scraped her way across the floor, sliding on deep ponds and rivers of sex. Though it was a degenerate display, even for her, it made no difference - they were both so completely drenched that they couldn’t get much worse.
“Never.” And there it was. Genuine fear across her face, covered only by gallons of jack. Twilight managed to squeeze her aching face into a smirk as she saw the pegasus’ eyes widen.
Her hips burned as she spread her legs, and a large, thick, glistening dick emerged from her nethers. Throbbing veins ran its whole, terrifying length, and a fine stream of pre ran from the tip.
How had she not thought of magic sooner? Probably, she admitted, the fact she was so intensely horny that she’d fucked her bedposts until they’d shattered, and blind, unbridled cum-lust.
“One last fuck. Winner takes all.” The thick rod of musky meat twitched and bobbed as Dash drew nearer.
“B-bring it, you book-loving fuck.” Defiant. Turned on. Terrified. But deeply determined.
With a graceful leap, like some sort of fetid phoenix rising from the spum-ashes in a great spray, she managed to land with the enormous cock slapped against her leaking tailhole.
The room was silent, save for their laboured breathing, and the soft slopping of literal gallons of spunk pouring out of them both and pooling around them.
“Scared?”
“Rainbow Dash never gets scared.”
And with that last remark. She hopped up, and dropped down.
Twilight gasped, her body wracked by the thousandth orgasm that night, as in one deft motion, her pegasus friend and rival had become a warm, slippery, cocksock, wrapped so deeply around her length that it was bulging out from her stomach.
There was no way her frail body could withstand much more, so Twilight gritted her teeth, and, post-orgasm sensitivity be damned, she hefted her victim up, and began the huge effort of withdrawing her dick, only to slam it in again, and again, and again.
Every gut-penetrating thrust made them both grunt loudly in a strange pleasurable discomfort; Twilight’s fat balls smacked down so hard that they hurt, and yet, they fucked on.
“You’ll never beat me, Twilight Spunkle.”
Faster and faster she railed the slim frame of the slimy pegasus. Pure horny frustration had managed to move her from her pained lay, into fully mounting her.
“I’ll fuck you until you hufff ribs fall out.” She growled back. Rainbow was painting the floor once more with her own cum, but somehow, Twilight had yet to cum. Yet to feel close. After the initial surprise nut that came with going three feet deep into a friend’s twat, she had experienced nothing more than the base pleasure of pounding her guts out.
She just had to concentrate. She could almost feel Dash’s resolve weakening.
“Ah, hello, Twi- Princess Twilight Sparkle! I trust all is well in your kingdom of friendship - and smut?”
Fucking Princess Celestia.
Walking in, her hooves echoing wetly.
She stood tall, towering above them both, managing to maintain dignity despite being mere feet from Twilight desperately trying to hump one of her best friends into submission.
“There’s a small matter that requires your attention.” That detached, yet somehow motherly gaze bored into her hormone-crazed mind, and she could feel herself grow somehow harder and slightly larger.
“Y-yes, unff Princess Celestia, fuck!” She stammered out between thrusts.
“Your paperwork is, well… Late.” There it was. That one ever-so-faintly disapproving tone and look.
Celestia was already hot as fuck. But there was something about that slightly disappointed look that drove her wild.
“FUCK!” Twilight and Rainbow Dash screamed in unison. Twilight’s balls clenched and twitched, and she took a deep breath before loosing a guttural, primal roar.
She came.
Harder than she had ever cum before.
Time slowed down, the world seemed brighter, and every single detail achieved perfect clarity.
Her mane flared into a blazing purple inferno that drifted around her, along with her tail, flowing gently in a perfect, celestial wind.
She had nutted herself into ascension.
And Rainbow Dash, she saw from her infinite gaze, had been nutted into oblivion.
Bits of rainbow hair were scattered around the room, and the occasional cyan tatter speckled the walls.
And there, from the centre of the room, leading to a gaping, jagged hole in the wall, was a titanic wave of cum. So large it seemed to have its own currents and tides.
“I won.” She said to herself.
And then the brief gaze beyond dimensions snapped away, and she collapsed into a deep pool of hot white.
“Feeling better now, Twilight?” Celestia stood over her, soft smile back in place, somehow completely untouched by the cock-slime tsunami.
“Yeah, sure.” In fact she felt satisfied. A feeling she hadn’t felt so fully in years. Her mystical cock had faded, and she was left with her tingling, sated cunt.
“It happens, don’t worry. Alicorn horn doesn’t go away until you literally fuck someone to death, usually.” She turned to leave. “Anyway, I’ve passed along everything you’ll need to catch up on to Starlight, and I’ll let you get on with clean-up.”
With a burning flash, she was gone.
And Twilight lay back, completely relaxed, spreading her limbs wide.
And made a cum-angel, in memory of the fallen.
Author's Note
Written as a way to break my 2 year writing hiatus, and to get my hand back in. I daresay it turned up considerably better than I could have imagined, after making 2 cum-related jokes and deciding to write based upon those.
Thank you, reader, and, as usual, please feel free to mention any mistakes or improvements - I like to keep my smut as polished as possible lol