Queen Haven's Secret

by Jeevesie

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: A New Generation, Sex, Slice of Life, Queen Haven, Porn
Length: 1998

Queen Haven uses Pipp's old phone to take some rather intimate pictures and video of herself, and shares them with Zephyr Heights.

Queen Haven uses Pipp's old phone to take some rather intimate pictures and video of herself, and shares them... anonymously, of course, for everypony in Zephyr Heights to see.

Published 2022-01-03 21:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-01-03 21:50:01 UTC

Queen Haven's Secret

Author's Note

This short story takes place before the events of MLP: A New Generation. :)

Queen Haven's Secret

Queen Haven's Secret

It had all started so innocently. Nothing more than a mother's interest in her child's hobbies. Pipp was just starting to cultivate her social media following, and as her mother, Queen Haven bought her a new top of the line phone so that she could record better videos to share with the people of Zephyr Heights, the Queen herself found herself in possession of the younger pony's prior phone. Still perfectly functional, and in all honestly with a more than serviceable camera function of its very own.

In her free time, when she wasn't making public appearances or trying to find ways to keep the people's spirits up in spite of the metaphorical dark cloud which hung over the kingdom in the form of the pegasii people's lack of flight, Haven found herself toying with the phone. Playing some of the games it had pre-loaded onto it, watching her daughter's videos and seeing more and more ponies across the city start producing their own content inspired by her. She even used the camera function herself a couple of times, though more often than not as a mirror to let her do her make-up rather than for its actual intended purpose.

One day though, unable to decide which of her luxurious coats she was going to wear that day while holding court, Queen Haven did make use of the phone's camera. She snapped pictures of herself in the various outfits so that she could look at them side by side without having to constantly change back and forth. In doing so though, the Queen came to realise something else beyond just the fact that she looked good in whatever royal hues she wore.

“Why... Haven, for a mare of a certain age with two teenage daughters... you're still quite the looker.”

She mused to herself with a giggle as she picked the phone up in one hoof again, held it out at foreleg's length, and snapped a fresh picture of herself gently caressing her own mane. Pulling the camera closer once more she examined the imagine, nibbling on her bottom lip with excitement. She really did look so good. Not just for her age, but in general. Haven's cheeks burned hot. She knew that she was beautiful in the regal, well manicured sense of the word. But this, what she saw in these pictures, it was like she was some sort of fashion model. Glamorous. Sexy, even.

The Queen trembled as she felt her hindquarters react to that thought. Her pussy winking between her back legs, flesh squeezing and contracting as it reacted with physical arousal towards her idle musings. Clearing her throat and shaking her head in embarrassment, Haven set the phone down immediately, and trotted back to her closet to select a longer cloak for the day ahead. One that would drape over her entire back half, and thus hide any potential glimpses of flushed, perhaps even glistening flesh that would have made clear that her thoughts had wandered in an unnecessary, un-ladylike direction.

Yet despite her initial rejection of her body's reactions to her thoughts, to the act of picturing herself as some sort of sex symbol captured on camera, Queen Haven couldn't stop thinking about it. Not that day, nor the next, nor the one after that. Indeed she couldn't stop thinking about it right up until four days later when, driven to distraction by those repetitive and intoxicating thoughts, she found herself in her chambers alone once again, and hurried back over to her dresser to pick up the phone where it had remained untouched since her last bashful encounter with its camera.

For the next hour, Haven took picture after picture. She posed more exotically. She pursed her lips seductively for the camera. She toyed with its settings until she found its delayed capture mode, allowing her to prop it up on the bedside table, then sprawl out on the bed and have it capture her entire body in repose. Not just her beautiful face now, but the elegant, voluptuous curves of her body. Her bare flanks, and in one particular image where she hadn't quite gotten into her intended pose fast enough, a full on shot of what she believed the kids these days would have called her plot.

“Oh. Oh my...”

Haven gasped as she stared wide eyed at that image a few minutes later, lying on her back with the phone held over her face. She could see everything. Everything. The pucker of her own asshole. The flushed outer lips of her pussy, glistening with the slightest bit of visible arousal from the prior pictures she'd taken. The round softness of her buttocks. The raised sweep of her tail-base. Her thighs, stronger, thicker than pegasii from generations long ago who had to rely on their legs far less than the current inhabitants of Zephyr Heights. It was so obscene, and she knew she should have deleted it right then and there just on the slightest off-chance that such an image should fall into the hooves of others. And yet, it was that very same thought which awoke something new and even more intensely, shamelessly lewd within the pegasus Queen's mind. The idea that others might see this picture, that others might see photos of her plot. Of her pussy. Of her excitement. Before she knew it, her free hoof was between her legs. Before Haven could truly understand what she was fantasising about, she was masturbating hurriedly, with a hunger far greater than her usual private dalliances once every couple of days in bed, or the royal bath.

She couldn't stop thinking about showing pictures of herself like this, lost in the throes of pleasure, to other people. To complete strangers. And as the first of several orgasms to strike her that night crashed through Queen Haven's body, her eyes bulged as she zoomed in on the picture slightly to capture just her pussy in the phone's frame. Juices gushed from her spasming depths as a strangled whinny escaped her muzzle, and in that very moment, it occurred to Haven that if she took pictures from the right angles, or with enough zoom... she could post images of herself all over the Zephyrnet, and no-one would ever know that it was her.

A week passed. A week during which Queen Haven spent almost every second of her free time in her chambers with first that old phone, then, after realising how badly she wanted this, with the same upgraded model that she had originally bought for Pipp. She took photo after photo, honing her technique. Exploring what she could show off without revealing even the slightest distinguishing feature of her body. No cutie mark, no wing feathers. Certainly not the slightest trace of her face, though that was unlikely anyway given where the vast majority of her photos were focused on her body.

What started out as erotica, teasing shots of her plot from various angles and in varied states of visible arousal, quickly became more and more shamelessly pornographic. She spread her legs wide open, lying on her back with her phone mounted upon a long 'selfie stick', another device to which she had been introduced by Pipp. She reached down with her hooves and spread her outer lips, gurgling and whinnying afterwards as she examined the spread, open view of her pussy's glistening redness. Haven even used some of her new phone's more advanced techniques to set it up and take repeated pictures of herself every few seconds over the course of several minutes, and for several days afterwards masturbated almost obsessively to those sequences, to watching progressions of her crotch getting wetter and wetter as her hooves rubbed furiously at it until both the plot on camera and her own pussy right there and then exploded into soaking wet orgasmic rapture.

Those images from that sequence, cropped and carefully chosen to conceal her anonymity, were the first to be uploaded to the Zephyrnet. She used the same VPN, a Virtual Pegasus Network, that her daughter used to upload videos without giving away the castle's IP address or digital location data, and shared the pictures on several sites she had located that specialised in decidedly more adult pony content.

On that day, Queen Haven's life changed forever.

She was used to being in the public eye. She was used to being idolised and revered by her subjects. But the comments on those pictures... the things ponies said they did while looking at them, the pictures she got in response of dripping pussies and drooping cocks beside stretches of floor littered with stallion cum, they were unbelievable. Knowing that other ponies were being aroused, being driven to their own orgasmic bliss by the mere sight and knowledge of hers, it was all it took for Haven's new hobby to elevate itself to a full on obsession within her mind. An addiction. She needed more ponies to see her. She needed to know that more and more pegasii out there across the city were getting off to the sight and the very idea that she had, and was continuing to get herself off for them.

Needless to say, it was only a couple of days of frantic, gleefully frequent picture sharing later when another comment caught Haven's eye. First just one, but soon a whole flurry of them all asking the very same question.

'Video when?'

'Any videos of her???'

'Are these screenshots? Anyone got the full vid??'

'Omg video plzzzzz!'

'Sexy mare! U wuld lk so gud on video!!'

It had all started so innocently. Nothing more than a mother's interest in her child's hobbies. But, once Queen Haven uploaded her first video... she knew that nothing she ever did, no amount of success or strength she as Queen was able to secure for Zephyr Heights, would be able to compare to the rush of grinding a hoof against her clit while whinnying desperately into a pillow, knowing that every quiver of her buttocks and drooling string of arousal from her pussy was going to be shared with the entire kingdom. Nothing would be so hot as seeing the obscene, shameless comments of dozens, hundreds, thousands of anonymous ponies commenting on every upload she made. Rating her ass. Urging her to squirt harder, further. Talking about how they'd eat her out. How they'd tongue or fuck her tight asshole. All the obscene things they'd do to her or have her do to them. And, that wasn't even counting the pictures and the video responses. Cocks spurting, pussies convulsing all in anonymous name. So much pleasure, so much lust spread across the entire kingdom because of her.

All across Zephyr Heights, ponies waited with rapt attention for the notification that inevitably came daily, or if they were lucky even more than once a day.

'Anonymare has uploaded a new video: Pillow Humping til I squirt everywhere!!

Anonymare has uploaded a new video: Riding my selfie stick, thinking of u.'

'Anonymare has uploaded a new video: Rubbing my clit raw. How many times do u think I can cum before I have 2 stop??'

No-one would ever know who Anonymare was. No-one would ever find out Queen Haven's secret, how she glowed so radiantly each day and looked so calm, so placid through any crisis the kingdom faced. As far as anypony knew, Queen Haven was just that. The regal, dignified Queen of Zephyr Heights, with one strong, moody daughter and another who was the rising star of Zephyr Heights social media.

No-one would ever know about her videos. About her masturbatory, exhibitionistic obsession. And no-pony, certainly not Pipp Petals herself, would ever know that however many followers Princess Pipp had on the Zephyrnet... her mother's faceless, sex-hungry alter-ego had so, so many more.

By Jeeves