Seaside Scandal

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Comedy, Queen Chrysalis, Profanity, Princess Celestia, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3078

Despite her best efforts, trying and failing to ignore Chrysalis, Celestia reaches her breaking point...

Celestia had hoped she'd be able to ignore her retirement. Unfortunately, she hadn't considered that Twilight would release Queen Chrysalis from her stony prison. Ceaselessly harassed by the deposed matriarch, pushed to her limit, the former Princess decides to take matters into her own hands...

Kinks Include: Futa on Futa, Domination, Exhibitionism, and a Regal Creampie!

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Published 2021-05-12 20:20:06 UTC
Last updated 2021-05-12 20:20:06 UTC

You Get What You Ask For

Basking on her towel, with the sun upon her back, Celestia lounged on the beach. Retirement had been much, much better than she’d anticipated, giving her plenty of time for millennia’s worth of rest and relaxation she’d missed out on. Once Twilight had received the crown, she and her sister had finally gotten the chance to settle down in Silver Shoals; unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones who haunted the sleepy little village.

“Well well well -” a haughty, all too familiar voice intoned, “that’s quite an immodest look for a Princess, wouldn’t you say?”

She didn’t have to look to see who was behind her. Twilight Sparkle, shortly after receiving her promotion, had liberated the incorrigible changeling Queen from her stony prison. While the public hasn’t been thrilled with having a villain of renown unleashed, things had actually worked out rather well. Much to everyone’s amazement, the deposed Matriarch hadn’t harmed a hair on anyone’s head - that being said, she seemed to have made it her life’s mission to annoy the alicorn siblings on an almost daily basis.

Chuckling to herself, casting shade over the eldest Princess’ face, Chrysalis blocked out the sun. “Is it my imagination, or has someone put on a few pounds?”

The slight, paired with the unwanted shade, drew a frustrated sigh from Celestia. She’d tried - stars above, she’d tried to ignore the infuriating intrusion, but that simply wasn’t a viable option - no, only direct confrontations ever seemed to put an end to the harassment. Pushing herself up, brushing the sand from her shoulders, she got to her feet and confronted her old nemesis.

“Good morning, Chrysalis. You’re looking...slatternly today,” she murmured, forcing a smile.

Her comment wasn’t undue, considering the Matriarch was wearing the most useless piece of swimwear she’d ever seen. The neon green sling bikini left absolutely nothing to the imagination, exposing the changeling’s vividly colored areola, but that wasn’t the most obscene thing about the outfit. At her groin, struggling against the sheer, elastic fabric, was an absolutely massive bulge.

She’d heard that changeling Queens packed more heat than the drones - then again, she’d never really cared to research the subject. It wasn’t like the revelation bothered her at all, considering she and her fellow alicorns were all exceptionally well endowed, although the choice of garments was less than fitting for royalty - overthrown or not. Dragging her eyes from her nemesis’ loins, she looked to the Matriarch’s face.

“Says the cow who’s nearly spilling out of her bikini,” Chrysalis tittered.

Celestia scrunched her snout, leveling a finger at the ne'er-do-well. “Listen here, a two piece is perfectly fitting for…” she trailed off, as the changeling stepped forward and brazenly fondled her package.

“Fitting for what?” the Queen giggled, vigorously rubbing her palm against the quickly struggling stallionhood. “The only fitting thing about this beast is how well it stuffs my tight, hot ass…”

The Princess’ mouth uselessly flapped, while she felt herself growing hard. Truth be told, over the countless centuries of serving the Equestrian Empire, there hadn’t been a single creature so deliciously depraved and forward as Chrysalis, leaving her in a tricky situation. While she’d held the throne, reigning as the lead Princess of her people, she’d never had much time for carnal affairs - that and it would be unseemly for royalty to cave to their baser urges. Swallowing hard, she knit her brow and glared at the shapeshifting succubus.

“I...if you don’t stop, I’ll see to it that you’re punished,” she groused, doing her best to sound stern.

Chrysalis’ cat-like eyes went alight, moments before she tugged the alicorn’s bikini aside. “Punished?” she repeated, feigning innocence. Leaning in, bringing her snout to the Princess’ ear, she softly exhaled. “Is that a promise?”

A shiver ran up Celestia’s spine, feeling the hot, serpent-like tongue teasing her cheek. It wasn’t the first time the changeling had so wantonly seduced her, nor would it likely be the last. Every few days, or whenever the Queen was bored, she’d find herself pestered by the provocative parasite. It wasn’t the torment itself that bothered her, it was the fact that she’d failed to fend off the temptation for action each and every time.

“And what, fair Princess, would you do to this poor, innocent little love bug?” the Matriarch pressed, wrapping her fingers around the rigid shaft of alicorn meat. “Would you force me to my knees and have me choke myself on your regal rod? Perhaps you’d throw me to the ground and subject me to a deep mating press? Or would you rather press my face into the sand, while you breed me like some lowly bitch?”

“I’m...I’m not going to play this game, Chrysalis. There are families about,” the Princess weakly rebuked, noticing several of the beach-goers watching the bawdy display.

Cocking her head, scanning the growing number of onlookers, Chrysalis eventually locked eyes with the pony. “It’s funny that you should mention families…”

“Why’s that?” Celestia whispered, as her heart started to race.

There was simply no possible way the Queen knew of her deepest, darkest fantasies, unless she’d bribed Luna for intel. For eons, ever since she was a randy youth, she’d held one fetish above all others - MILFS. Be damned if she could explain exactly why she found mothers so attractive, but they seldom failed to get her worked up. If she had to make an educated guess, her fascination was due to their fertility and ability to raise a family - both of which were things her foe excelled at.

“Because, my dear, sweet Celestia,” Chrysalis breathed, giving the alicorn’s package a squeeze, “I’m ovulating.”

That last word was the nail in the Princess’ coffin, sending a thick gobbed of pre-cum to leak out of her stallionhood. She may have succumbed to her rival royal’s feminine wiles on several dozen occasions, but this was easily the fastest she’d found her resolve withering - or so she thought. Before she could even offer to bring the shapeshifting seductress back to her abode, the Matriarch released her and stepped away.

Painfully aroused and confused, she watched a wolfish grin creep across the Queen’s muzzle - that was, before the changeling spun around. Without saying a word, the obsidian dickmare bent over, pressed her hands against the beach towel beneath her, and sank to her knees. The display, seeing such a magnificently presented posterior would have broken anyone, but the show was far from finished.

“If we are to start a family,” Chrysalis purred, reaching back and tugging the delicate strand of fabric from between her onyx buns, “let your subjects bear witness to its conception.”

The moment was unlike any other, even with the small eternity Celestia had walked the lands of Equestria. The combination of having an absolutely prolific changeling Matriarch presenting herself, the casual exhibitionism, her lack of responsibilities, and the knowledge that she could very well knock up one of the sexiest creatures to ever exist utterly shattered what little self restraint she had. Literally pouncing on the fiend, she grabbed the base of her cock.

“I hope you’re ready for this, slut,” she growled, guiding the tip of her length to the villain’s slickened entrance.

“Seems I’ve touched a - Mmmph!?” whatever contemptuous rebuke Chrysalis had been about to utter was cut off, as the Princess reached down and jammed two fingers into her mouth.

Celestia smirked, as the suddenly servile Queen began suckling on her digits. Grinding her hips forward, gradually sinking inch after inch of her massive length into the prostrate changeling, she shorted. Every creature had their limits, even ageless demigods, and the evildoer had pushed her well past what she could withstand.

Even when they’d fooled around in the past, she’d always kept herself in check. Not only was she extraordinarily well endowed, with a cock that would put any stallion to shame, but she was larger, stronger, and wielded a sorcerous might that was, simply put, terrifying. She’d grown up learning to control herself, never able to free her full potential, but that was then - now, with nobody to answer to, her reign having concluded, and no formal duties to fulfill, she was about to teach Chrysalis a valuable lesson.

Withdrawing her fingers from the shapeshifter’s muzzle, bringing both her hands to the Matriarch’s broad hips, she continued her drove into her mate. As loathe as she was to admit it, Chrysalis felt absolutely amazing. The snug, hot canal around her shaft was like molten silk, drawing her deeper, as she bottomed out. As the tip of her spear pressed to the changeling’s womb, she grimaced.

“G...go ahead,” the Queen sputtered, looking over her shoulder, “I want it rough.”

Celestia raised a brow, caught off guard by the sudden request. She’d be more than happy to oblige her leech-like lover, yet she hesitated. Given all the torment and suffering the villain had put her and Equestria’s denizens through, an idea coalesced. If Chrysalis wanted it hard, so be it; she just hoped the changeling was a glutton for punishment.

Stopping with the broad head of her cock nestled against the Matriarch’s womb, she leaned forward, grabbed a handful of cerulean mane, and pulled. The tug wrenched the Queen’s head back, drawing a lustful groan from the shapeshifter, but she wasn’t done yet - no, not by a long shot. Releasing her rival’s hip, she harshly spanked one ebony cheek.

“If you want to be bred like a bitch, you can beg like a bitch!” the Princess growled.

“Please!” Chrysalis howled, needily rocking her hips back. “I need that fat dick of yours, it’s the best I’ve ever had!”

“Damn right it is!” Celestia scoffed.

Withdrawing a fraction of her shaft, peering down at her slickened tool, she bucked her hips. The first true thrust was met by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she was steadily pounding away. With a fistful of hair in one hand, savagely gripping the changeling’s hip with the other, she shorted. She hadn’t pulled out all the stops, not yet, but that would change soon enough.

The sight of an alicorn plowing a changeling Matriarch wasn’t a common sight, and the public quickly took note. While most families fled, sheltering their children from the crass and wholly inappropriate show, word quickly spread. Though neither participant of the depraved display noticed or cared about the growing audience, more and more ponies were showing up with every passing minute.

The long dormant domineering portions of Celestia’s brain seized control, sending her into a rut-lust like none other. Her hips rhythmically impacted her mate’s ass, adding a steady Plap Plap Plapto their grunts and groans, while her nuts slapped against the Matriarch’s package. Beneath them, drooling pre-cum to the towel, Chrysalis’ tool swayed with their movements.

Though she’d been initially overwhelmed, it didn’t take long for the Matriarch to rally. Throwing her ass back, synchronizing their movements, she clenched around the behemoth pistoning her taut hole. Dragged out with each backstroke, before being jammed inwards, she took the amorous assault like the Queen she was.

“You think this is - Mmmph - enough to break me?!” she barked, baring her fangs at the maddened alicorn. “I’ve had better…”

The scathing jab didn’t fall on deaf ears, causing Celestia’s blood to boil. She’d wanted to take her time, if only slightly, but it didn’t seem like the changeling was willing to wait. With a particularly forceful plunge, fully hilting herself, she breached Chrysalis’ inner gates. The sensation of having someone, let alone a known scoundrel, was downright amazing and gave her a moment for pause.

“What,” Chrysalis tittered, affixing the stricken Princess with her lustful gaze, “never fucked a mare’s womb before?”

“Shut up!” Celestia snarled. Going to withdraw, fully intent on plowing the defiance out of the sovereign sow, she found herself inexplicably stuck.

Humming contentedly, gleefully wiggling her hips, the Queen closed her eyes. “And now I have you, you royal whore. To think that you’d be bested so easy, and in such a simple manner, is laughable - then again, I shouldn’t have expected much from a pony.”

Celestia’s eyes widened, coming to grips with the situation. The entire thing had been a ploy, an act designed to make her look foolish, and now she’d been trapped. With her stallionhood effectively locked into the shapeshifter, she’d have little choice but to continue - that or admit defeat. Attempting to consider her options, with her anger growing by the heartbeat, she decided to take the only reasonable course of action - fuck the bitch into a coma.

Gritting her teeth, she ceased trying to escape Chrysalis’ vice-like confines. “You said you wanted it rough?”

The Matriarch’s harsh, biting laughter cut through the air, hearing the absurd question. “As if you could - Oof,” she grunted, as the alicorn fiercely bucked into her.

There were very, very few times in her life when Celestia had been overcome with lust, and fewer still when her wrath became too much to bear, yet the sultry changeling had somehow pushed her to both. Like it or not, the Queen was about to get a harsh, much needed lesson in humility. Getting her feet beneath herself, with her stallionhood buried in the perverse pest, she settled into a deep squat.

As soon as she was in position, without any warning whatsoever, she started to genuinely fuck. The screwing she’d delivered beforehand was mere child's play, having taken it comparatively easy, but now the gloves were off. Leveling the full force of her carnal might against her foe, she unleashed the righteous fury of a goddess. As far as she was concerned, the impudent insect didn’t know the meaning of rough.

Locked within the Matriarch, the Celestia’s stallionhood battered her nemesis’ womb. Though she didn’t have much room to maneuver, she employed every weapon in her licentious arsenal. Her fingers sank into the Queen’s soft, supple rear, while she cruelly hauled on the fistful of mane in her grasp. In no time flat, she flipped the tables.

Chrysalis’ recalcitrance waned, as she was brutally railed out. Though she was of a comparable age to the eldest Princess, her experience with lustful hijinks vastly outstripped her opponent - still, all her practice and skill was immediately outdone. Faced with the unchained passion of an incensed alicorn, she stood no chance at all.

Mewling out, feeling her strength leave her, she submitted to the domineering diarch. She simply wasn’t designed to withstand the astonishing power of the alicorn. Outmatched and outgunned, her body took note of the harsh treatment and responded in kind. Her ovaries went into overdrive, producing a clutch of fertile eggs for the she-stud.

Closing her eyes, Celestia savored her impending victory. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten laid, let alone in such an unseemly fashion, but that didn’t matter. Losing herself, allowing her urges to take over, the speed and force of her bucking hips steadily grew. The changeling’s arms collapsed, leaving her breasts smashed into the towel, yet she didn’t slow.

“Oh God, I’m gonna - Hnnnngh!” Chrysalis howled, succumbing to the onslaught.

Her length throbbed, gushing spunk over her belly and breasts, while her stuffed hole convulsed and trembled. The display was the ultimate sign of surrender, being driven to a climax without so much as touching herself, but the Princess was far from finished with her. Undeterred, dominant dickmare fought to sate herself.

On and on Celestia went, rutting the whimpering, squirming Matriarch. The gathered masses watched the Princess assert their dominance, with a great many awestruck, aroused, or both. By the stars above, she’d earned some sweet relief. She no longer bore the crown, nor was she beholden to any stately position, so let her former subjects enjoy the eyefull.

Feeling herself growing close, knowing she was reaching her limit, her hips became a blur. Even nigh omnipotent creatures couldn’t last forever, and she was no exception. Her heavy nuts snuggled up to her groin, as she ruthlessly jackhammered her mate, preparing to dump their virile load. Gritting her teeth, sheathing every inch of her length into the Queen, she hilted. A hush fell over the beach, while she triumphantly roared.

Liters of scalding seed surged through her wildly pulsing shaft, filling the Matriarch’s foal-factory beyond capacity. Chrysalis’ mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy, with ropes of drool dangling from her chin, as she was claimed. Even especially long-lived mortals like herself couldn’t dare stand up to such an insane influx of spunk, leaving her struggling to remain conscious; throughout it all, the alicorn didn’t relent.

Seconds bled into minutes, before Celestia’s cataclysmic climax finally began to subside. Slicked in sweat, she released her prey, stood, and unceremoniously hauled her marginally softened cock from the shapeshifter’s upturned ass. Peering down at the Queen, milking her length, she painted Chrysalis’ back with the final shots of her essence.

“Now,” she huffed, wiping her brow, “thank me…”

“S...Shank yhou,” the changeling mindlessly slurred, able to do little else.

Adjusting her top, the Princess nodded. “You will be at my place tonight. I don’t think I’m done punishing you yet.”

Chrysalis feebly pushed herself up, with her arms and legs threatening to give out, as she peered back at the towering alicorn. “Y...yes…”

“Yes what…?” Celestia pressed, her stallionhood gleaming in the mid-morning sun.

“Yes, my Princess,” the Queen murmured, unable to look away from the glorious dick which had laid her low.

Smirking down at the disheveled, cum-slathered Matriarch, Celestia strutted away. Let the onlookers think what they will, she could deal with the fallout later. For all intents and purposes, she was tying up a loose end. There was no way a creature as insidious as Chrysalis would ever reform in a traditional sense, which meant she’d have to resort to the unconventional.

The bout at the beach had tried her patience, though she’d gleaned several very interesting facts. First and foremost, the ne'er-do-well had survived her breeding session, something nobody had done before - secondly, and more prudently, it was the first occasion she’d ever seen the evildoer bend the knee, both literally and figuratively, and it held the key to her inevitable victory. Smiling to herself, casually making her way home, she schemed on how best to break her rival.