Taking Heat and Blurring Lines

Mary breathed deeply of the fresh Atlantic air as she strolled next to Celestia through the small shopping district attached to the base. She was still flushed from her orgasm, and it was nice to be out of that stifling office. She was also glad that the usual suspects around the wide boulevard were accustomed to seeing them around, so Celestia didn’t have to spend so much time engaged. They both enjoyed being able to simply walk around unmolested on occasion.

“Bit of a cunt, wasn’t she?” Celestia noted conversationally.

Mary barked a laugh. “Takes one to know one. Did you have to turn the heat up to ballsack-bottom levels in there? I damn near exploded.”

“I seem to recall you doing just that,” Celestia said. “You’re lucky I’m such a quick thinker, although that chair probably still smells like your juices.” Celestia took a step closer to Mary, touching her arm with her flank. “Next time we have an audience with the good Lieutenant, I’ll plan ahead. Maybe have you wear one of your toys beforehand. Let’s see how well you can keep quiet then.”

Mary’s thoughts flashed to one of the absurdly-sized dildoes Celestia picked out for her to use when the alicorn wasn’t around, keeping her cavernous cunt primed and ready for immediate action. She shuddered as she thought of the empty space between her legs and how she craved the Princess’s hot filling at almost every waking moment since the incident. Even now, she was counting the hours until their next bit of free time, like a junkie waiting for a fix, and she couldn’t even pretend to tell herself she could quit at any time. She had at least that much self-awareness.

“Planning ahead is a fine thing,” Mary said, enjoying their closeness. “Would have been great if you’d done that two weeks ago. Did you not know about the cameras, or did you just forget?”

Celestia gave a polite little cough. “I got caught up in the moment. It was a lapse, I’ll admit, but it all worked out in the end, and I took care of everything important. Didn’t I?”

Mary was about to confirm Celestia’s words, but something was bothering her, and it took a few seconds of silence until she figured out what it was. “Do you consider Erin important?”

Celestia nodded to a father and son as they passed with greetings, offering and giving a magical autograph on a piece of scrap paper. As she waved farewell to the duo, she said, “I do. Well, I did. I wanted her to be the same as she was.”

“And is she?”

Celestia lowered her arm with a frown. “You know the answer to that. I can’t get rid of her nightmares, which means I’ll probably have to get Luna involved sooner or later, and that will cause its own problems. Thinking of it that way, getting ‘caught up in the moment’ doesn’t sound like much of an excuse, does it, little pony?”

Luna the Night Regent was Celestia’s younger sister, usually only spoken of obliquely or in passing. Mary had the feeling she was trouble, so she didn’t press for more information, but if Celestia was bringing her up now, it probably meant that Erin was not in a good place.

They walked the boardwalk in silence for a while as Mary tried to think of the best way to say what she needed to say. Once again, she decided that straight out was best. “You got kind of indignant when Linda implied you took Erin against her will. I took that to mean she was wrong. Was she?”

Celestia’s expression was so flat and neutral you could hang it in a dentist’s office. “Erin knew what was going to happen, roughly. I showed her what I was working with, and she wanted to take it for a ride.” She paused, and her soft barrel expanded as she took a deep breath. “She may not have understood exactly what she was in for, however. And she was quite drunk. So, if you’re asking if there are some un-dealt-with consent issues, then…the answer is yes. How does that make you feel?”

Mary knew how she should have felt. She understood logically that she should feel that outrage, that compassion for Erin who might never be whole again.

She should have felt that way, but those weren’t the emotions roiling her body at the moment. Not at all.

“I feel like we should be glad the Lieutenant’s as worldly as she is,” Mary said carefully. “If she was really worried about Erin, things might have gotten out of hand. We might have had to take some drastic measures.”

“Hmm. That had crossed my mind.” Celestia kept her gaze straight ahead. “Just so we’re on the same page…what kind of measures, Doctor?”

Mary looked up at the sky, seeing rain clouds on the horizon accompanying the sound of distant thunder. She was glad for the cooling precipitation right now. Especially now.

“We’d have to move fast. She probably has a silent security alarm so the first thing would be to immobilize her. You’d magically trip her so she hits her head on the edge of the desk…not hard enough to injure, but enough to stun her so I can take her sidearm and hoist her up on the desktop.”

Mary could see the scene in her head: the desperate dash to cover their tracks, the understanding of a rubicon crossed. “I’m sloppy while I’m lifting, so I’ll need your help. Her clothes get all messed up and torn.” What would she wear underneath? Something sporty, maybe? Practical?

“She’s wearing white lace lingerie, very fancy. Panties and bra.” Celestia spoke with the conviction of one who knew the truth. She was so utterly shameless.

Mary nodded. “I’m holding her arms, and you’ve got her legs. She wakes up and starts to struggle, but she’s still out of it, and you mess with her head to keep her that way. Neither of us are saying anything, and that freaks her out even more. I take off her blouse and you take her skirt, leaving her in her underwear. She’s still wearing her pumps.”

Celestia’s eyes were unfocused, her mind in another place as she listened. “She starts to scream. We…we have to stop her.”

“We do. You do. You stick your tongue down her throat. She tries to bite it, but that's like trying to chew on a steel cable. She gasps for breath as you start licking all over her face and neck, down to her tits.”

“She has nice C-cups. I tear off her bra, and those big brown nipples harden in the air. I start to bite, and she trembles in fear. Your hands are all over her…you’re offering up her body to me like a sacrifice, Doctor. How could you?”

The rain was starting in earnest, but Mary scarcely felt the drops. They were now in a more industrial part of town, with less people around. This suited Mary just fine. “We were forced into this, Princess. We had no choice. And we have to make sure she never tells anyone what she’s seen. So you open her legs.”

The rain was turning to instant steam upon contact with the Princess. Below, her fat fucker thrummed and jerked with each step she took, leaking a trail of precome across the district. “I show her my cock. I let it fall onto her chest, and I…I start shooting pre all over her face.”

“And this time, it doesn’t disappear,” Mary said breathlessly. “She soaked in it, it’s all in her hair and on her cheeks, and in her mouth. She feels the weight of that cock and starts babbling, saying it’s too big, too heavy. That it won’t fit. She already knows what’s going to happen.”

Celestia said nothing. She was turning her head this way and that, looking around desperately for something.

Mary had an idea of what it was, but she continued. “I cover her mouth as you draw back your hips, lining yourself up with her cunt. You can tell she keeps it neat, with a little patch of hair on the top. She’s still wearing her panties, but you don’t care. You press your big flat tip against the fabric, pushing it into her. And while you’re both watching her pussy, I’m watching Linda’s face. There’s so much fear, but she’s flushed, too. Her skin is so hot. Then you get the head in, and she lets out this groan-“

Before she realized what was happening, Mary was flying through the air. Celestia had grabbed her by the collar and tossed her into one of the many side-alleys around the dock area, almost deserted in the afternoon rain. She landed face-first in the dirt, among trash cans, broken bottles and other detritus, but she wasn’t hurt…only surprised she’d had to wait so long.

Mary turned onto her back as she watched Celestia approach like a jackal hunting dinner. A jolt of lightning and a boom of thunder made her look even more imposing against the alleyway entrance, but when Mary met her eyes, she almost came on the spot.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Celestia said roughly. “I push the head of my fat Princess cock into her cunt, and she whimpers my name. I hear the ripping of fabric as I tear through her panties, but I keep going, and now I’m coring her out. I can see it in her stomach.”

“Yeah,” Mary said, stripping off her own shorts and panties. She lay there in the muck, wearing only a T-shirt, watching Celestia with wide eyes. “She used to have abs of steel, but not anymore. You’re changing her, and you still have further to go. She’s stopped yelling finally, just saying how it’s too big, how she’ll never be the same. She’s saying you’ve ruined her.”

Celestia leapt on top of Mary, then flipped her over, putting a hoof on the back of her head while bringing her ass up to proper height. Mary felt that thick cock on her back, and she arched her spine, rubbing her butt along its length as much as she could, but the Princess was in no mood for further foreplay. Leaning her head down next to Mary’s as she adjusted her hips, she slowly fed her pink and white breeding tool into the sticky-wet pussy underneath her, groaning as she enjoyed the tight, rippling feeling.

Mary tried to look behind her to watch was was happening, but Celestia pushed her head back into the mud churned up by the driving rain as she stretched Mary’s fuckhole past its limits. She whispered into Mary’s ear as she forced her way inside. “She’s never been wombfucked. I’m going to take that virginity away from her. My cock reaches her cervix, and it’s tight…so tight. She’s resisting me. Don’t resist, I tell her. Let me in.”

Mary recognized the cock inside her reaching the same point, and she hissed at the familiar sense of fullness, the slowing down at that final barrier. She turned her head just enough to get her mouth out of the mud as she spoke. “Linda…she…she feels it. God, she feels it. You push and push, and she’s crying…Celestia, she’s can’t look anymore, she turns her head and she’s crying in my arms as you finally break through…then she pisses herself, and she screams and moans, but she’s coming so fucking hard! You can feel her around your big cock, and it…oh, fuck!”

Celestia had pulled her hips back and, in a final lunging thrust, she broke through Mary’s cervix into the deepest part of the woman's self. Now the Princess was truly fucking, taking her like a wild animal, like she’d never feel pussy again. Mary shook with savage vibrations, accepting it all like a good little pony, ass up in the mud in a random alley, lashed by driving rain. She’d never felt more alive.

“You’re fucking her womb…it’s too tight, you can’t take it…your fat cock gets bigger, your nuts start to contract…Linda’s eyes get wide, and she screams, don’t come in me, please, I don’t want to be a mommy again, please don’t come in me, oh god, please…but you’re not listening. You’re not listening, Princess. You need to breed this bitch, whether she wants it or not. You have to. It's too fucking late for her. It's too...fucking...late!”

Celestia was grunting savagely now as she pounded away at the Doctor’s creamy fuckslot. Mary could just barely discern words forcing themselves out of the Princess’s panting mouth next to her ear as she worked herself toward her climax: “Take it, take it, come on, gotta…gotta stretch that cunt, take my cum, you need it, you all need it, gonna cum, gonna cum, take it in your cunt, fuck! Fuck!”

Mary’s stomach instantly grew to the size of a beach ball under Celestia’s torrential spending. She felt the thick splashes of alicorn come underneath her, even in the driving rain, and she orgasmed for a long time, squeezing every drop out of the Princess’s massive balls. Celestia grunted hard over and over as she dumped her load, causing a river of spunk to spray from Mary’s stretched tight hole into the alley behind them.

Celestia panted, puffing hard after fully emptying herself. Mary jerked and shuddered, still face-down, feeling aftershocks of pleasure and enjoying the Princess cock still filling her up. She looked up at Celestia with one eye, the other covered in mud and jizz.

“We…we still need to do something…to keep her…from talking…”

Celestia’s breathing slowed as she fought to master her own body once again. She looked down at Mary. “We threaten to send the tape to her daughter.”

Mary laughed, maybe a little too loudly. “Okay, you got me with that one. Never would have gone there.”

Celestia grinned. “She’s just turned 18, don’t worry. I’m not a complete monster. Besides, knowing the Lieutenant, that wouldn’t work anyway. I suppose we’ve reached the limits of fantasy.”

Mary and Celestia lay there for a while in the rain, the human enjoying the weight of the Princess on her back and the feel of fat cock in her belly.

“You said she just turned 18?” Mary tried to speak casually.

Celestia nodded. They both went silent, lost in their own thoughts.