Survival Through Resignation

Zaka shoved his cock back inside of Applejack's pussy. She wasn't allowed to leave until he at least tried to knock her up. His first batch of seed, he'd sprayed all over the crowd below, showering them in royal cum to their elation. His second load had painted her back and then dripped down. His third had gone up her arse, much to her agonizing pain. She'd never done anal before, and the largest amount of preparation he had done for her was to have a slave oil up his balls half an hour before the ceremony started.

He was panting and puffing by now, and she knew he was running out of stamina, so she just had to hope that this was the one. She'd been shaking so much, and her internal organs had been shifted so much that she felt once again that she may vomit. The only thing stopping her was a lack of content in her stomach. He had opted to keep her hungry until they were officially married, in case she tried to back out.

She could feel his shaft pulsing again. She lowered her head in shame, and wordlessly hoped that this would be it, asking that Big Mac and Granny forgive her for what she was doing, and more specifically, how she was doing it.

He slammed his hips against hers, his flare pressing against her womb as his urethra poked into her cervix, flooding her with his cum. She felt every spurt, every burst of his seed with the pulsing of his cock.

He leaned down on top of her, using his hips to clamp her against the railing as his hands reached forward and groped her breasts, wiggling them and ringing her bells as his cock slowed its pulsing before it softened. "And with that, she's carrying my child!" he called to the masses below. "I will join you all tonight in celebration most wild!"

Applause and cheers exploded out beneath them as he pulled Applejack back into the safety of the room. Many of the private guests had brought slaves of their own and were making use of their bodies, others were borrowing some of Zaka's for the same purpose.

Zaka licked Applejack's neck before pushing her away. "Go to your room and collect your things. You're being moved to a private wing."

Applejack nodded and left the room with Bitch following right after. She was Zaka's bride, now, and that afforded her some special privileges. As long as she wore the stripes, she could not be touched by many of the guards, and needed no escort, other than Bitch, as she knew the palace better than Applejack, having spent most of her life inside of it. Until Applejack knew the place better, Bitch was going to be her guide.

It didn't take long for Bitch and Applejack to pick up all of her belongings. They could all fit in a small box, and mostly consisted of what clothing she was allowed to wear, followed by cleaning and maintenance products for her skin, mane and tail, and finally some jewelry that she had little choice but to wear.

Before they left, Applejack contemplated putting on more clothing to keep her body covered. She had to have her back open now, as that kept her safe from the guards, though. Besides, she needed a shower, first. Putting on a shirt would only make it something Bitch would have to wash for her.

They made their way up to the room Bitch had prepared. Applejack had not requested anything fancy or grand, just a bed big enough for two. The idea was that she could share it with Bitch, who would otherwise be required to sleep on the floor. It did have its own bathroom, though, and also had the royal body paint that would be putting stripes on her back every time she cleaned herself.

"How do you feel?" asked Bitch. "You're now free to move about most of the palace at your leisure, excluding a few rooms. You're even allowed to go out into town with a guard escort."

"Ah feel like shit," shuddered Applejack. "Ah can't believe what Ah just did, in front of so many ponies."

"And zebras," reminded Bitch. "Also, gryphons, zebragriffs, mules..."

"You're not helping."

Bitch huffed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend. I've never felt freedom on this scale, let alone on par with yours. I can visit the garden now! I know you think that's mundane, but it's huge for me."

"It's pretty big for me, too," snorted Applejack. "Discounting what just happened, it's been over a year since Ah last seen the sun."

Bitch smiled. "I would take you out there, but with the orgy, I don't think it'd be very enjoyable for you. I know what we're doing tomorrow, though."

"Then it's settled," smiled Applejack in turn, wrapping an arm around Bitch's shoulders. "For today, though, what say we clean up a bit? Ah don't wanna be covered in cum all day."

Giggling, the mares stepped into the shower and took turns scrubbing each other until they were clean. It was the first time Applejack had seen her without stripes, and the dye was so stuck on that there would be no issue repainting it. She also took a look at her cutie mark, and found that it was a steel collar and a leash.

The body rubbing didn't stop in the shower, either. After they were dry, they had to repaint their stripes. Applejack repainted Bitch's, and Bitch did the same for Applejack, being slower and more intimate than the priestess had. It took a minute or two to dry, but soon it was stuck on once more.

They retired to the bed. Bitch had only ever felt it as she was changing the sheets or cleaning it. This was her first time lying down on a mattress in over a decade, and she moaned like a whore as it supported her back. "Nothing could be better than this," she panted, closing her eyes.

"Oh, no?" smirked Applejack, lowering her face between her knees. As her tongue dragged along Bitch's folds, she took a deep breath. Even as used and experienced as she was, no resident, guard nor guest had ever tried to make sex pleasurable for her. If Applejack was wanting this, Bitch could not refuse, but neither was she wanting to, this time. Applejack had been good to her, and she put her faith in her. If this is what she wanted, Bitch had to trust that Applejack would retain her loyalty.