Speaking Lies and Breaking Down

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Epilogue

Chapter 1

It could have been an office building anywhere in the world, except for the fact that it didn’t physically exist.

The language of dreams allowed the corridors of the high-rise to accommodate the Princess’ horse-like body, but that was the only concession to their existence that Mary had yet seen. It was a busy morning, with people going to and fro, phones going off, and conversations everywhere, but every person they encountered ignored the three of them. Having a big white unicorn-like creature in their midst didn’t even cause a first look, not to mention a second, and the two humans trailing behind were similarly ‘unseen,’ though their outfits would have gotten them tossed out on their asses anywhere else. Dream logic was funny like that.

Celestia lead the way between the lines of glass-walled rooms with long, assured strides, as if she’d been there a hundred times before. Mary knew this was impossible, of course, but that was just like the Sun Princess. Someone like her was as comfortable in the dream of an alien as she was behind a podium at the UN. That was the strength of her natural bearing, her nature, and part of her attraction.

“It’s weird how generic this all is,” Mary said aloud as a business-suited woman on a phone stepped around her without even looking in her direction. “It’s like walking through a movie set version of an office. The view outside could be any city skyline, there’s no recognizable logos, and people just seem to be kind of…wandering about. I know I saw that guy pass us by three times in the last minute,” she said, gesturing to a suited man who seemed to be in a hurry to get nowhere.

Mary was wearing the same little black dress she’d worn a month ago, when she and Celestia had first consummated their relationship. Considering their purpose tonight, she needed something to set the mood, and her favorite party pleaser fit the bill nicely. Of course, since this was a dream, the hemline was laughable, and her lack of underwear was obvious with every movement. She resisted the urge to tug her dress down over her generous ass…and was that bigger, too? She wouldn’t have put it past either of the royal sisters to mess with her in such a way.

“If this is a movie, it feels like a horror flick,” Julie Kurosawa said as she looked around nervously, trying to keep pace with Mary. “The way we’re being ignored is just…creepy.”

The young woman was wearing a fetishy version of a Japanese school uniform: powder blue and white striped leggings under a far too short navy pleated skirt, with a white dress shirt tied up under her small tits revealing the surprising muscle definition in her stomach. Long, lustrous black hair completed the look which was, admittedly, Mary’s idea. Julie had complained about it, of course, but even in someone else’s dream, the doctor could smell the arousal coming off her. She was lucky Mary let her wear those tiny white panties, but even that was only in service to the kink.

“This is all window dressing,” Celestia said as a woman carrying a pot of coffee approached them. “Remember what you read in Erin’s file. She always wanted to go into business, but life led her toward the press instead. She still has the desire deep inside, though she only has a vague idea of what that life is like, which is why everything’s so indistinct. When we get closer to the core of Erin’s dream, we should see people acting more like people and less like robots, but let’s just let them play their parts for now.”

Seemingly on cue, the woman tripped, splashing hot coffee everywhere, and Mary heard Julie gasp next to her. As the doctor expected, however, not a drop of the steaming liquid touched Celestia’s immaculate coat. It was as if fate conspired to keep the invaders completely separate from the rest of the dream world.

They walked right through the mess, doing their best to ignore the distraught woman as they entered a large, open floor plan area with chest-height cubicles all over. Mary could hear people speaking in the background, but she could only make out garbles instead of words. The feeling was entirely unpleasant, causing her to feel like her mind was not responding correctly to outside stimuli.

“I think we’re getting close,” Mary said in an attempt to keep from losing her nerve. “If Luna was right, the core will be in the boardroom just ahead. Not that I’m worried, but…she does remember the plan, right, Celestia?”

At that moment, a phone rang in a cubicle next to them, louder than before. A random desk jockey picked up the receiver and began to speak, but his voice was not his own.

“Do you still not trust me, Doctor?” Luna sounded even more peevish than usual, talking out of a random human throat. The man didn’t even look in her direction. “Is the countenance of my sister not enough to win your confidence?”

“Okay, that’s fucked up,” Julie said as she clung to Mary’s arm. “Luna? I’m sorry, but can’t you just show yourself? Do you have to do it like that?”

The group passed a pair in another cubicle, one woman sitting in front of a computer and another man perched on the desk, looking for all the world like they were deep in discussion.

“I’m afraid this operation is taking a significant portion of my power, and I have duties elsewhere,” the woman said to her companion, gesturing for emphasis.

“I can only manifest obliquely,” the man replied to the woman. “But don’t worry. I’m always watching, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Mary had no doubt Luna would watch the whole operation…very closely, using every angle at her disposal. It was her thing, after all.

The doctor heard Julie swallow thickly. “You didn’t tell me anything could happen, Night Mistress. Not that you…need to tell me anything…if you don’t think it’s necessary.”

Night Mistress? That was a new one. Celestia liked to share her toys, it seemed.

The Princess chuckled at Julie’s disquiet. “Be at peace, little pony. There are very few places in any world safer than where the Sun Princess and the Night Regent both happen to be, whether that’s Earth, Canterlot, or the dream of a human. My dear sister, in particular, is a professional at this kind of thing. She’ll do her job, and we’ll do ours, and we’ll all go home having done a good deed.”

“I think you’ll enjoy your part in particular,” Mary said, cupping Julie’s tight ass with one hand. She greatly enjoyed the resulting squeak. “Just relax.”

They approached a set of large, wooden double doors. Celestia stopped and looked at the polished brass handle, but she made no move to enter. Instead, she turned to address the others.

“Erin is waiting on the other side,” Celestia said carefully. “For now, all she knows is that she’s having a particularly vivid dream, and I don’t plan to disabuse her of that notion…not yet, anyway. Be careful of what you say, and just as importantly, be careful of what you hear.”

The Princess had an intense expression as she looked at both Mary and Julie in turn, ensuring she had their full attention. “We are performing surgery on the deepest part of Erin’s subconscious, and like a surgeon, we have to make sure we don’t let anything slip. Stick to your roles as much as you’re able, and do not repeat anything you hear tonight to the Erin in the real world. That would cause a whole other set of problems that I’d rather not deal with, and I’m sure the Night Regent feels the same.”

A man in an immaculate black suit passed behind them with his hands in his pockets and a wireless headset in his ear, and though his attention seemed to be elsewhere, he clearly spoke locally. “Cleaning up my sister’s messes is how I spend much of my time these days, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I need to do some tweaking afterward. That said, the Princess speaks truth. Have a care, but as long as you keep within the bounds we discussed, we should be fine. That means you, Doctor.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Mary said innocently. “I fucking love boundaries." There was something she wanted to try, but only if she could get away with it without screwing things up further. For now, she’d go along with the annoyingly good plan that the sisters came up with.

Celestia peered down at Mary, seeming to read her thoughts in that way of hers. “This isn’t a vacation, little pony. We’re doing this for Erin, to correct a mistake I made, and what we do will have definitive consequences. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this, but I’ll say it anyway: take this seriously. Please.”

Julie clutched the doctor’s arm tighter. “Sun Mistress, I think you’re being too hard on Mary. She’s a doctor. She won’t do anything to hurt a patient. Will you?”

Mary chuckled at Julie’s innocence. “I’m not that kind of doctor, but thanks for the vote of confidence. Celestia, everything will be fine. You can trust me.”

Celestia stared at Mary for a few moments longer, as if she wanted to speak further, then she turned back to the door. “In that case, let us begin.”

Mary bit her lower lip, wondering if she sounded appropriately convincing. The Sun Princess was not someone you could blatantly lie to — and Mary wasn’t lying, not really — but sometimes she could get away with sins of omission. That part of Celestia was the same as any human: lovers tended to get the benefit of the doubt. It was a useful truism, but not one to be leaned on indefinitely.

Celestia touched one of the brass handles, and the double doors swung open silently without further force.

Inside the large boardroom, atop a floor of tiled marble, there sat a long wooden table, straight out of any AAA law firm or financial group’s highest levels. Mary took in the atmosphere as the group entered, and she was amused to note that, instead of tasteful paintings, the walls were adorned with what looked suspiciously like online porn webcam screenshots, blown up into painting size. Each was surprisingly, gratuitously detailed, more so than any photograph Mary had seen in the dream world yet, and every single one was girl/girl. The doctor smiled as she thought of how mortified Erin would be if she knew how deeply her subconscious had been invaded.

“If we didn’t know which side her bread was buttered on before, it’s obvious now,” Celestia muttered as she took her place at the near end of the table, with Mary and Julie flanking just behind. The doctor concurred. Honestly, she was digging the reporter’s sense of style.

“There you are, my old nemesis. I’m glad you could finally make it.”

Erin stood at the head of the long table, directly opposite Celestia. Her black and white dress suit was stunning, as was the mountain of pale cleavage and ass cheek bulging out of it. What was that, two sizes too small? Three? A single button strained against the front of her blazer, threatening disaster at any moment, but it held somehow. Short, curly red hair emphasized the freckles on her face and down her chest, completing the over-the-top look.

Erin pointedly glanced at her watch. Even from her viewpoint, Mary could tell from the sparkles that it would be worth more than her car had it been real. If there was any place to have aspirations, Mary supposed, it was in a dream.

“You’re a bit late, but maybe that’s the custom in your country,” Erin said acidly. “A word to the wise, Ms. Celestia: at this firm, we value punctuality. I would think you’d at least have some idea of the culture of the company you’re buying.”

Celestia nodded in greeting. “Hello, Ms. Taggart. I’ll take the nemesis thing as a compliment. But I do apologize for the tardiness; choosing which of my jets to ride is always such a hassle. To make up for wasting your time, at our next meeting I’ll fly you over to my homeland. If you’re interested in our customs, I can show you some personal Canterlot hospitality.”

“I’ll keep your gracious invitation in mind,” Erin said with a smile sheathed in steel. “Why don’t we get started? I wouldn’t want to keep you here overlong.”

“No doubt,” Celestia said, wearing her own flatly serene expression. “Before we begin, let me introduce you to my personal assistant, Julie.” She gestured to the young girl next to her with a hoof, who was currently giving Erin a look of distaste. “Her help has been invaluable to me during this process, and I can vouch for her…discretion.”

Erin gave the tiniest nod to Julie. “I’m impressed by your restraint. People like you usually have an army of assistants, but I can appreciate keeping as few people as possible in your confidence.” She snapped her fingers, and a blizzard of printed papers fluttered down from on high, looping and twirling before inexplicably landing into a neat stack before her.

Erin took her seat as she picked up the documents. “Let’s get right to it, then. All the regulatory hurdles were cleared last month, so the rest is more or less formality. At $5 billion as of today’s market closing, you’re getting quite the deal, if I may say so.”

So far, so good. Mary left her place at Celestia’s side and walked down the length of the room, her little black party dress wonderfully incongruous in the otherwise serious setting. Erin made no move to stop her, not even looking in her direction. She was as invisible to the woman as she was to every other phantom in the dream world, even here in the core of her imagination. Luna had done her job well.

Mary almost rubbed her hands in anticipation. This was going to be fun.

The doctor stuck her tongue out at Celestia while giving her a quick flash of pussy, trying in vain to make her break character. Mary might have well have been messing with a stone wall, though she did manage to get Julie to chuckle at her antics. The sound was a little too loud in the quiet boardroom, and the girl brazenly attempted to cover herself with a cough.

Erin leaned forward in her chair. “Does your assistant find market movements amusing, Ms. Celestia?”

Julie crossed her arms, positively radiating jealous annoyance. “Not as amusing as watching you sign over your life’s work to my Sun Mistress. But I shouldn’t be so crass. My apologies, Ms. Taggart.”

Erin’s brow furrowed in anger as she mouthed the words “Sun Mistress,” but the Princess stepped into the conflict with practiced ease. “Actually, she was just telling me on the way over that the share price had a bit of a rally, so I’m making out better than I expected.” Celestia shook her head, as if long-suffering. “Honestly, some days I have to tear her away from her Bloomberg Terminal. She’s a quant and a half, and I wouldn’t trade her for anything, but I’m afraid she does need to learn a little decorum.”

Celestia ran a gold-shod hoof up the back of Julie’s short, pleated skirt, then down between her legs, causing her to gasp. Casually, like she was playing with a desk toy, she spread the lower lips of her “assistant” as she worked her way deeper inside. The girl shuddered, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

“We’ll go over your punishment later,” Celestia said in a tone she might use for a small child. “But if you speak out of turn again, I’ll administer it right here and now. Is that clear?”

Julie nodded vigorously, and Celestia slowly drew her hoof from the girl’s soaked cunt before giving her a possessive slap on her rear. Julie’s eyes widened, but to her credit, she remained silent.

Mary looked on in satisfaction. They both were playing their parts well, though it didn’t take much acting. Luna had suggested roles that fit both of their personalities, since Erin’s mind might rebel if she couldn’t reconcile the dream personas with what she knew in the real world, but there really wasn’t much of a stretch here.

Erin relaxed, leaning back in her plush seat. “It looks like you have her well in hand, so I’ll say no more. Now, then. These papers need your signature, here and here.”

She took the top few sheets in the stack and tossed them toward Celestia. A strange breeze blew the papers to the other end of the table, and they tumbled through the air before drifting to a stop directly in front of the Princess.

Celestia stared at the papers, as if in thought, then she looked up at Erin. “I’m sure you won’t object if I take a last look at these, will you, Ms. Taggart? This is as good a time as any to catch any mistakes.”

Erin frowned within the decadent leather. “I don’t appreciate what you’re implying, but I suppose one can never do too much due diligence. By all means.”

As Celestia pretended to look through the contract details, Mary approached the seated Erin. Her eyes were fully on the revealed expanse of the reporter’s C-cups, and she was astounded that such a thin woman could have such decadent tits in addition to that pert ass. Mary couldn’t hold herself back any longer, and she saw no reason to try.

While Erin was focused on Celestia, Mary came up behind and slipped both hands into the woman’s top. The doctor immediately felt the hardening of Erin’s nipples under her palms, and she squeezed the soft flesh, enjoying the way it bulged between her fingers.

Erin made no move to stop Mary, but a bright flush crept down her neck, and her breathing became deeper, huskier. Her eyelids fluttered just a little, and as she licked her lips, a tiny moan escaped from her mouth. If you weren’t listening closely, you would have missed the sound.

Mary heard it. She laughed out loud, not bothering to try and keep quiet. It was working! She felt like dancing, but she kept herself in check. They still had a mission to complete, and she couldn’t go too crazy. Still…Mary put her nose in the crook of Erin’s neck and inhaled deeply, delighting in the detailed perfume that was likely one of the reporter’s real-life favorites.

If Erin really wished it, she could have put a stop to Mary’s shenanigans. At least here, in the most private playground of her id, it seemed that she wanted to be molested, though that was nothing she would ever admit to in the real world. And just as importantly, she wanted an audience. Mary and Celestia aimed to please.

Erin let out a polite cough that was only somewhat shaky. “I trust there are no problems with the contract, Ms. Celestia? I can assure you, my people were quite thorough.”

“You think you’re the heroine of this story, don’t you?” Mary whispered in Erin’s ear as she rolled those eraser-like nipples between her fingers.. “Well, you are. But every hero needs a villain.” The doctor made eye contact across the room with Celestia, who gave her a subtle nod.

“Here we go,” Mary rasped with a grin. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Celestia looked up with an appropriately concerned look on her face. “I’m afraid there’s a problem, Ms. Taggart. You’ve added a new clause to the contract.” She tapped one of the sheets with a hoof. “Are you seriously demanding a seat on the board? After we’re done, this won’t be your company anymore. That’s how a takeover works, in case you’d forgotten. Why would I allow this?”

As Erin leaned forward, Mary gently stroked the fingers that held her signing pen. She was gripping it tightly, but she hid her anger well otherwise.

“It’s a formality,” Erin said, almost keeping the hitch out of her voice as she tapped a spot on her copy. “That clause should have been there from the beginning, and it was a mistake to omit it. I ran this company for 20 years, Ms. Celestia. You can still use my experience.”

“Oh, I like that,” Mary murmured. “Deep inside, you know to play along.” The clause the two were talking about was nowhere in the vicinity of where Erin was pointing, which meant Celestia had made up the issue on the spot. Mary was impressed at how readily Erin’s mind adjusted, smoothly ad libbing to the Princess’ act, although for the character the reporter was playing, none of this was an act at all. The brain was a strange machine indeed.

Celestia’s response to Erin was a was brutally mocking laugh, one that Mary hadn’t heard before. She hoped it would never be pointed in her direction. “Oh my. Bless your delusional little heart. If your experience was worth a damn, little pony, you wouldn’t be in this situation. No, this simply won’t do.”

The Princess lifted the offending leaf of paper and then, keeping eye contact with Erin, she ripped it cleanly in half. Mary would’ve sworn the tearing sound was magically enhanced from the way it took over the room. The statement was as crystal as the spires of Canterlot.

“Did you really think a technicality would work on someone like her?” Mary asked as she nuzzled Erin from behind, rubbing her face in the reporter’s bright red hair. “Mmm, what a cheap fucking gambit. That was a mistake, girl. You’re showing weakness. And I think you know what Celestia does to the weak.”

Mary’s hands were still roaming all over the woman’s clothed chest and stomach, and the fierce pulses of anger she sensed traveling through her body felt delightfully close to sexual excitement. She resonated with the vibrations, even as Erin’s face turned red with indignation. The difference between Celestia’s fanatical self-control and her opponent’s lack thereof could not have been starker.

“That was uncalled for,” Erin growled as she rose to her feet, pushing back her seat and causing Mary to relinquish her grip. “Just because you got lucky with some investments, you think you can come in and throw your weight around in my industry? This isn’t a game for wealthy dilettantes. If you want this company to thrive, you need my help.”

“Not too bad,” Mary said. “Let’s see how that works out for you.” She embraced Erin again from behind, squeezing her tightly. The pencil skirt was stretched tightly around Erin’s ass, and Mary groaned as she rubbed her crotch against that soft rear. She’d have to send a gift basket or something to Luna, because she was loving this operation so far, and Erin’s lack of response to being handled so roughly made Mary wet enough to take a traffic cone. But this was only the beginning.

Celestia’s expression was so scornful, it probably would have caused the real-world Erin to wither where she stood. “Julie,” she said, smacking the girl on the ass without looking in her direction, “what’s my current net worth?”

Julie’s annoyed pout was completely real, which made it all the more adorable. “You don’t have to keep doing that,” she muttered, rubbing the point of impact. “Ahem. As of today, you’re worth $60 billion dollars, with about 20 percent in liquid assets.”

Mary relished Erin’s sharp intake of breath, and Celestia allowed herself a tiny smile at the reaction. “Very good, Julie. Your punishment has been lightened.”

“…Thank you, Sun Mistress.” She seemed oddly disappointed as she took a respectful step backward.

Celestia put her hooves under her chin, using her intense gaze to full effect. “Little pony. Little filly. I’ve been making business deals since long before your parents were born. I was a billionaire ten times over while you were sucking dick to save your GPA at Wharton. What I’ve forgotten about making money would have Warren Buffet creaming his trousers, and that’s impressive at his age. You dare talk to me about your industry, you useless cunt? I could destroy everything you’ve built with a tap of a hoof, and I’d barely feel it on my balance sheet. Don’t fuck with me.”

Chapter 2

She never raised her voice. That made the Sun Princess’ tirade all the more frightening…and it also made the juices drip freely down Mary’s leg. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to keep herself from coming too soon, but that was quickly becoming a difficult proposition.

Celestia was the sexiest creature alive when she was pissed, and that anger was fully on display now. It may have been a show for an audience of one, but that audience was fully invested now.

Mary grew bolder, drawing her hand along Erin’s thigh from her spot behind and brushing her fingers between the slim legs…gently, only just touching Erin’s panties. The doctor hummed as she felt the wetness soaked into the fabric. Some parts of the dream might have suffered from a lack of detail, but Luna definitely made sure it was there where it mattered.

“I…I…” Erin took an involuntary step back. Mary delighted in the goosebumps on her skin, and the quickening of her pulse.

“Textbook fight or flight reaction,” Mary said as her hands continued to roam. She was savoring this morsel, and she refused to let it go. “Understandable, really. But you can’t run away from this, so you need to fight. Don’t be intimidated.”

Mary pressed herself tighter into Erin’s back, laying her chin on the woman’s shoulder as they both took in Celestia. ”Look at her…she’s a goddamn unicorn,” Mary hissed as Erin stumbled for a response. “She should be prancing around the fucking…Land of Make-Believe or something, sniffing for virgin pussy instead of ruining your business. Don’t take her shit. If you back down now, Celestia will own your soul.”

She paused, letting the critical moment linger. “Is that what you want, Erin?”

“No. It’s not.”

The words struck Mary like a bolt of lightning, and she froze in momentary panic. Erin’s subconscious was listening, of course — Mary wasn’t talking just to hear herself speak — but the subject wasn’t supposed to be aware of those outside the scenario. Did Luna screw up, or was Erin’s new conviction so strong it temporarily drew Mary into her story?

The doctor waited for the scream of indignation and the shove away, but they never came. The woman said no more as she continued to ignore Mary otherwise, only taking a deep breath before putting on a sneer. She never once took her eyes from Celestia.

Mary waved a hand in front of Erin’s eyes, trying and failing to provoke a further reaction. She guessed it was the conviction after all, which was encouraging. Mary decided to just roll with it and see where it might lead.

Her lips touched Erin’s ear again. “If that’s not what you want, Erin, then let her know. Fuck her up.”

Erin stepped forward again, placing her palms on the table as she glared across the room. “You will give me the respect I am due, vulgar beast. You have no idea how hard I’ve worked to get to where I am.” Mary detected only a slight quaver in her response, which was better than expected.

“That’s it,” Mary hissed. “She doesn’t bitch you out, you bitch her out.”

“I don’t care how experienced you think you are,” Erin went on, gaining confidence as Celestia remained silent. “Do you want a medal for being elderly? We don’t play by the rules of the old guard here. I made my first billion by being adaptable, learning how to sail with the tides and plot my own course, and those values are ingrained into every part of our corporation. Ideas about business from decades ago are not going to fly. If you don’t understand that, then you might as well be tossing your money into a bonfire.”

Mary frotted herself harder against Erin’s ass, getting herself off to the explosion of righteous indignation. While one hand toyed with Erin’s cunt, the other went to her face, and a thumb touched deep red, almost black lipstick. Mary could feel the excitement in Erin’s throat, coming out of every rapid breath. The exhilaration of speaking her mind to someone like the Sun Princess was powerful, and it made her entire body vibrate like a plucked string.

Julie gasped at Erin’s angry retort, but Celestia only raised an eyebrow. “We? Our? You’re still pretending this company is under your control, which would be cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.”

Mary didn’t miss Erin’s tiny shudder at the word “cute.” Poor girl had it bad.

Celestia sighed, squeezing her eyes shut in consternation. “Look, just have your people draw up the contract again with the original, agreed-upon terms so you can enjoy your new life of leisure. Retire early. Buy a sports team. Go to space. Or prove me wrong by starting up a competitor. I truly, deeply don’t care what you do, but it won’t be on this company’s payroll.”

The Princess opened eyes full of cunning. “To be perfectly honest, I’d considered asking you to stay on as a consultant. I was going to bring it up after we signed, but your lack of judgment in trying to fuck me over has firmly scuttled those plans. You have a saying in this country…something about ‘dodging a bullet,’ I believe? I may be using the phrase wrong.”

Erin licked her dry lips, wetting Mary’s fingertips in the process. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek to her neck, and Mary caught it on her own tongue, tasting salt and fear.

“She’s trying to end the argument on her terms,” Mary whispered. “And she’s insulting you on her way out. Don’t let her do either. You’re smarter and bolder, but you need to prove it.” Mary tugged aside the thin strip of cloth covering Erin’s pussy before pressing two fingers inside, and Mary wondered if she could hear the creamy schlicking in her dreaming mind.

Erin finally let out an audible moan, and Mary had a mental celebration as she pressed on. “Go nuclear. Let her know you paid the cost to be the boss. If you need to make threats, do it. What’s she gonna do? You’re the one with the connections and the will to use them. Teach her what that means!”

Mary felt Erin stand up straighter, squaring her shoulders in the doctor’s embrace. She planted her feet, readying herself for a fight. Mary purred with anticipation.

“We won’t be drawing up another contract,” Erin said, unconsciously or not imitating Celestia’s measured tone. “You’re going to sign this one. If you don’t, l’ll be forced to take legal action, and my lawyers are the best in the world. We’ll be tied up in court for years, while all the opportunities you could have taken advantage of pass you by. And if that doesn’t work, I have influential friends at the highest levels of government. Good luck trying to stay competitive while you’re dealing with legislation that just happens to target your business.”

Mary noticed Celestia slowly lowering her right hoof to the table, and she held her breath.

Erin laughed freely, oblivious to the Princess’s movements. “Ahh, Ms. Celestia. You have no idea what kind of enemy you’re making. If you only knew the power I wield-“

The only warning was a soft glow from Celestia’s pearlescent horn. Then, everything exploded.

Erin flew a good few feet, hitting the ground hard as she landed flat on her back. The force of the shockwave passed through Mary without affecting her for the most part, but it still blew her hair and dress around, and she couldn’t help reflexively raising her arms to protect her face. Choking dust filled the air, and for a while, the only thing Mary could see in front of her was Celestia’s horn, shining in the murky chaos like a will o’ the wisp.

Erin coughed as she staggered to her feet, waving her arms in an ineffectual bid to thin the clouds of debris. Eventually the air cleared, and the sight before her caused Erin’s legs to tremble. If she’d collapsed in shock, Mary wouldn’t have been surprised.

The sleek boardroom table was gone, and in its place was a pile of splinters. A line of clear space the width of a hoof split the wreckage in two halves, and Celestia stood tall where the end of the table once was. An unknown breeze blew her rainbow-hued mane about, and her alabaster wings seemed to stretch from wall to wall. In any other setting she would have looked majestic. Here and now, however, Mary could see only menace.

Julie was still on the ground behind, reverting to her old self as she covered her mouth with a hand, likely to keep from gibbering in fear. Mary made a mental note to “punish” her for this later. Experiencing the wrath of a mystical being was no reason to slip back into bad habits.

Erin tried to speak, but only a moan emerged from her ragged throat. Her clothes were wrinkled and dirty, not at all befitting someone in her position, but that was certainly the least of her concerns. Mary returned to her place behind the shellshocked woman, placing both hands on her shoulders.

“I’ve seen a lot of bad ideas in my time,” Mary said in a quiet, slow tone, “but that might have been among the worst. I hope you survive, but if not…well. That’s all you were worth, I guess.” The doctor didn’t even try to reconcile her own responsibility in provoking Celestia’s reaction; it was all an act anyway, and besides, that wasn’t the point.

Celestia took a step forward, and a clap of thunder boomed. Another step, and Mary struggled to keep her feet as the ground shook beneath her. Erin watched the Princess approach with a look of horror, but Mary tightened the grip on her shoulders, holding fast.

“I told you, there’s no running from this,” she breathed. “Face her. That’s the only thing you can do now.”

Celestia spoke at last, and her deep, rich voice made Mary’s spine tingle and her cunt drip like a faucet. “If we’re going to discuss power, Ms. Taggart, we should agree on a definition. Allow me to submit a proposal.”

The Princess’ gilded hooves flashed with all the radiance and power of the sun as her march continued. “Power equals slavery.”

Clop. “It is ultimate control. Power is a chain binding a greater strength to a lesser’s.”

Clop. “You are weak, and I am strong. That means that you are subject to my will. Whatever meager resources you think you have are nothing compared to my own.”

Celestia was halfway across the room now. Mary could feel the tension in Erin’s muscles, the desire to flee, to beg, to do anything to appease the deity before her. Erin hadn’t quite internalized the truth of Mary’s admonition yet, and she was running out of time to do so.

Erin put a hand to her mouth, and Mary heard her mutter to herself, “She’s too much. I can’t…my God, she’s too much. What did I think I was doing?”

“You’re doing what you set out to do,” Mary replied, sending Erin’s thoughts back to her. “You’re establishing your own self-determination. Letting her do what she wants is the easy way out, and you know it. Celestia isn’t…” Mary paused, changing her words. “She isn’t invulnerable. You have to find her weakness, and soon, because I guarantee she knows yours.”

Mary almost said, “Celestia isn’t a goddess,” but she had to admit she still wasn’t sure if that was the case. Since she’d known the Princess, Mary had seen little to disprove the notion, and a whole hell of a lot in its favor. The very situation they were in now, straight out of some urban mythology, only helped the case. But the question of Celestia’s divinity was the last thing Erin needed to think about right now.

Erin took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to still her beating heart as she summoned the will to action. She swallowed thickly before finding her voice once again, though it was somewhat more tremulous than before.

“Do you…do you seek my death? Is that it? Was this whole thing only a pretext to eliminate a threat?” Erin tried to laugh, but the sound came out broken. “I suppose I should be honored that I rate such personal attention! Unfortunately, you came on too strong. I’m not falling for it, Ms. Celestia. You’re bluffing.”

Mary doubted Erin even realized she was still using the honorific before Celestia’s name.

The Princess did not stop her advance. Erin began to panic, gesticulating with her hands. “Look, I don’t know how you did the thing with the table—and I’m billing you for that, by the way—but I’m sure we can talk like reasonable people. We both want what’s best for the company, correct? This over the top display isn’t who you are, Ms. Celestia. When it comes down to it, you are not a monster.”

Mary couldn’t help but snicker at Erin’s declaration as she rubbed the woman’s neck and shoulders. “That…may not be the wrongest statement in history, but it’s gotta be up there.” Although Erin couldn’t hear Mary directly, the doctor hoped her intentions were getting through. “If there’s one thing you need to know about Celestia, it’s that you’re not experienced enough to tell when she’s bluffing. Neither am I. Most people aren’t. The only one who could actually read her hasn’t been seen in hundreds of years. What I’m saying is, you should assume the worst if the Sun Princess is your enemy. Now, look sharp. It’s time for you to make some shit happen.”

Celestia stopped in front of Erin and Mary, and she peered down at them from her towering height with a look of silk-lined sapphire. Alicorns were not small creatures in general, and Celestia herself was an exceptional specimen. Mary had seen Clydesdales that were smaller, although most didn’t have Celestia’s bountiful ass. The Princess normally kept some distance from humans unused to her so they wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, but she certainly knew how to use her size as an intimidation factor when it was warranted.

Erin was getting the full experience now. She shuddered, unable to move under that deceptively peaceful gaze.

Celestia prodded the dumbstruck woman’s chin with a hoof. Erin flinched at the action, but did not pull away. The Princess tilted her head up, then from side to side, as if inspecting a farm animal at auction, and Erin allowed herself to be handled without complaint.

“Why are you letting me touch you so freely?” Celestia asked in a soft voice.

Erin fumbled for an answer to the question, even as the Princess continued her examination. “I…if you’re going to kill me, get it over with. I’m not afraid of you, or your parlor tricks. Do what you came to do, or get out of my building.”

“My building,” Celestia corrected.

Mary was impressed by Erin’s sudden bravado, but bravado alone wasn’t going to get her out of this, and everyone here knew it. Even Julie knew it, waiting patiently on the other side of the room for her role to begin.

“I know fear when I see it, little pony.” Celestia bent down to look closely at Erin’s face, not quite on the verge of tears, but getting there. “And when I cause it.” Mary had not met a person yet who could tear themselves away from the Sun Princess when she demanded attention, and the wide-eyed Erin was no different.

“Relax,” Celestia said in a gentler tone as she stroked Erin’s well-coiffed hair. “I won’t kill you. That’s not what I’m going to do to you.”

Something heavy hit the ground underneath Celestia with a loud thump. A musk wafted from it, thick and strong. Erin looked down at it, and she gawped as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing, even as she unknowingly began to breathe deeply through her nose.

Mary was not unaffected. Her eyelids fluttered, and she had a small orgasm, spurting thick cream against Erin’s backside as she beheld Celestia’s pride once again. Her cunt clenched violently on nothing, causing the doctor to feel a sudden pang of emptiness, a longing to be filled and fucked and stretched, but she fought to tamp down her urges. There would be time for that later.

Celestia took a step back, so that Erin could fully behold the Princess cock between her legs. Three feet long and thick as a thigh, the enormous pink slab of meat was still soft yet, though the basketball-sized nuts hanging almost to the ground rumbled with vitality.

Erin’s reaction was predictably confused, and she stammered at the display. “Are…are you mad? This is obscene. Put that thing away and get out this building, before I have you thrown out.” She stopped, then added, “Please.”

Celestia did not respond. In fact, she was no longer even looking at Erin; her attention seemed to be focused on the racy artwork on the far wall behind her. It was as if the woman was now beneath her notice.

Mary squeezed her thighs together, trying to master herself before daring to speak again. “Fuck. Ever seen horsecock up close, Erin? I know you have. God…what’s she going to do with that, I wonder?”

She ran a hand up Erin’s stomach, tracing a path along her body. “Where’s it all gonna go? Hm?” Her hand went higher, into Erin’s cleavage, and the woman moaned as she instinctively understood what the invisible, inaudible Mary was saying.

Mary sent her attention to the other side of the room. “Julie. Your assistance, please.”

Julie rose from the ground. She was still a little shaky from Celestia’s performance, but she dutifully obeyed Mary’s summons. The doctor enjoyed the motions of the girl’s ultra short skirt as she picked her way through the wooden debris.

Julie knelt next to the alicorn in proper Japanese style, taking her rightful place beside her mistress. She stared at the slab of cock meat under Celestia as if hypnotized by its presence, and her hands twitched, wanting to do what now came naturally to her.

Mary smiled at Julie’s hunger, so similar to her own in many ways, yet requiring a somewhat different method of satisfaction. She cleared her throat, and Julie snapped her focus to Mary, as if awakening from a trance.

“I know it’s pretty, little girl, but it’s not playtime yet. Right now, I think Ms. Celestia has a different urge to satisfy.” And she firmly pressed down on Erin’s shoulders, bringing her also to her knees in front of the alicorn. Mary didn’t know how she justified the action to her own consciousness when she couldn’t see or feel the doctor, but it didn’t matter. She was about to get exactly what she needed.

Julie understood what was required of her. She took Celestia’s cock in both her tiny hands, managing it as if it were a priceless artifact, and she aimed the flared tip directly at Erin’s face. The coin-sized opening pulsed with the Princess’ heartbeat, and Mary licked her lips, remembering the taste of Celestia’s issue. She had to admit she was a little inexperienced in this type of play, but there was no time like the present for a little observational learning.

Erin finally seemed to understand what was happening. “You are insane! You cannot do this!” She tried to rise, but Mary’s grip was firm, and she screamed at her body’s own betrayal. “What have you done to me, you beast? What is this cruelty?”

“You haven’t seen Celestia’s cruelty yet, and believe me, you don’t want to. Now, take what she has to give you, unless you can stop her from giving it, and I don’t think you can.” Mary was glad to see that Erin was starting to understand, if only a little, just what kind of being she was dealing with. A bit late perhaps, but that was fine. Sometimes it took a more direct approach to truly get it.

Erin growled like a cat caught in a trap. “I said, let me go! You would not dare-“

A pressurized yellow stream burst from Celestia’s flare, immediately drenching Erin’s face and chest with acrid liquid. Celestia sighed with release, still examining the paintings as if she were at a urinal instead of in the middle of a Fortune 100 boardroom.

Julie held Celestia’s thick tool like a hose, taking care to cover Erin from the top of her head to her feet with more than a bit of malevolent delight. The splattering sound was as that of a fountain, but louder and more concentrated; if a hundred people pissed in one spot at the same time, it might have sounded similar. The rancid ammonia smell made Mary’s eyes water, even in the dream, and she wondered what it would be like to experience this in real life.

She didn’t actually mind the errant splashes; indeed, every drop that landed on her skin inflamed her further. Mary would make a point of taking Julie to task for this regardless. The little minx was probably doing it on purpose, anyway.

Erin moved her head from side to side in a futile attempt to avoid the foul stream, spluttering and coughing as the liquid entered her mouth. She made the cutest indignant noises as she was hosed down, but still, the Princess kept going. Ten seconds…twenty…Celestia’s bladder seemed like it would never empty, but after thirty seconds, she finally started to flag. The stream abated gradually, and soon only dribbles leaked from her tip to splash upon the tiled floor.

Celestia let out a satisfied groan. “Mmmm. That was exactly what I needed. My word, I’ve been holding that in since I got here. Thank you for the help, Julie. Your punishment has been…well, we’ll figure that out later.”

She peered down at Erin, kneeling in a lake of urine, wearing a ruined suit with eye shadow running down her cheeks, and she let out a gasp of fake surprise. “Oh, goodness me. I’m so sorry, little pony. Did I catch you in the line of fire? My aim has never been the best, I’m afraid.”

“You could have prevented this,” Mary hissed as Erin looked up at her oppressor, still in shock at what she’d just experienced. “You could have fought harder, instead of letting her piss in your face like a cheap whore. But you didn’t, and now she’s marked you.”

Mary squatted next to Erin, examining her soaked body closely. Her hair was matted, clinging to her face in dripping strings, and the soggy fabric of her once sharp business suit stuck to her skin with a yellow-tinged translucency.

“Look at you,” Mary said with more excitement than she intended. “Why would you let her do this to you? Maybe you actually wanted to get pissed on. Is that it? Are you getting off to this, you fucking pervert?”

She was. Erin’s hand had wandered under her skirt and between her thighs, and though Mary couldn’t quite see the details, she could hear the soft squishing sounds of fingers sliding deep into hot, sticky pussy. The scent of her arousal almost overcame the ever present ammonia smell. Almost.

Erin swayed in a penitent’s trance, there in the puddle of Celestia’s waste, and she gasped with quick, sharp breaths as the pleasure threatened to consume her. Her eyes met the head of the Princess’ fat prick, and she stared at it like a lover.

Julie slowly massaged the soft shaft, coaxing out the last few drops as she made sure her mistress’ bladder was properly drained. Meeting Erin’s hungry gaze, she hugged her prize in her arms with a desperate possessiveness. “Get your own,” she hissed with a haughtiness that belied her current station.

“I don’t… I don’t want it. I don’t want it, damn you!” The words were wrenched from Erin’s throat, though nobody believed them, least of all herself. “I know what you’re doing! You’re trying to ruin me, to turn me into a freak like you and this trollop you call an assistant! Is this all I am to you? Am I so worthless that you would break me over your knee without a thought?”

The motions of Erin’s hands between her legs grew sharper and harder the longer she spoke. Mary wondered why there were so many people in Celestia’s orbit who denied the truth of their own indulgences, especially when it was so obvious to everyone but themselves.

“You should be grateful,” Celestia replied with that horrifyingly serene expression. “I’m teaching you your place, and showing you exactly what you’re worth. Many people don’t learn this until they get on the wrong side of the wrong person, and by then it’s too late.”

Celestia tilted her head, as if a thought had occurred to her. “In fact, I demand you thank me. Now. Right this moment. Do that, and we can consider this a lesson properly learned.”

“Don’t listen to that creature,” Mary said, placing her own hand over Erin’s to feel the motion of her self-pleasure. She paid no heed to the woman’s piss-soaked skin as Mary entwined their fingers, hissing at the incredible wetness of her cunt that was very much not urine. “Look at what you’re doing! She’s trying to get you to submit, body and soul. If you do what she says, you’ll be under her hoof forever. You heard what she said, right? Power equals slavery, and you’re on the wrong side of that equation.”

Mary hoped the fierceness of her tone was believable. “Tell that bitch to go fuck herself! Break that fucking horn off and stick it up her fat ass! This is your moment, Erin. Even in this position, you can fight back. Regain your self-respect, and do not tell that goddamn mule ‘thank you!’ Don’t just willingly put on her collar!”

The doctor had a feeling she was wasting her breath, but she had to give Erin an opportunity to overcome her fear of the alicorn. If they were very lucky, Erin would have a moment of self-realization and take over her own dream, freeing her inner self from Celestia’s influence.

Instead, Erin met Celestia’s placid gaze with a look of contrition. She licked her lips, tasting the salty piss on them without gagging, and that was as clear a sign as any to Mary that she wasn’t quite ready yet to do what she needed to do.

“I just…need to thank you?” Erin’s voice contained none of the haughty strength it once possessed. “That’s all?”

Celestia nodded.

Erin took a deep breath. “All right. If it will get me out of this hell, then…thank you. Thank you for showing me the error of my ways.”

“Not like that,” Celestia snapped.

Erin gave her a questioning look. “What else would you have me do?”

Celestia widened her stance, and a muscular pulse caused her thick snake of a cock to jerk in Julie’s hands. The Princess arched an eyebrow, saying nothing further as she waited for Erin to come to her own conclusion.

Chapter 3

For a while, there was only silence in the ruined boardroom.

Erin’s confused gaze went from Celestia’s cock, to her waiting eyes and back again, in a futile attempt to deny the obvious implication. But the task before her was all too clear.

“You want me to…to…but I’ve never…”

“First time for everything,” Mary said as she dragged the remnants of Erin’s dress down to her waist, exposing her generous tits. “If you’re going to willingly submit to bondage, might as well use everything you’ve got to please your mistress.”

Mary pulled Erin’s piss-soaked hair back behind her ears, performing the universal gesture for all sluts preparing to do what she was about to do. “Your chances are slipping away,” she whispered. “You can still turn back and keep your dignity, girl. You don’t even have to fight her…we both know you’re not strong enough for that, anyway. Just stand up and walk out of here.”

Erin’s eyes momentarily flicked to the large double doors at the other end of the room, as if she’d heard Mary’s plea. The doctor held her breath, hoping against hope that she’d come around and save herself.

It was not to be. Erin crawled forward, taking her appropriately symbolic place underneath Celestia’s huge barrel. Slowly, reverently, she reached out and grasped the spongy tip of Celestia’s fat breeder with both hands. Julie let go with some reluctance, watching with jealous eyes as Erin brought her face ever closer to the wide slit. It pulsed in anticipation.

Mary crouched at Celestia’s side across from Julie, in order to get a better view of the action. “You’ve made your choice, slave. In that case, better do it good, because she can be demanding. Here’s a tip: use lots of tongue. Get it right in there. She likes that.”

Erin nodded in subconscious acceptance of Mary’s advice, and she tentatively stuck out her tongue. She touched it to the flat head of Celestia’s cock, laving all around the flare before bringing in her lips to carefully kiss the shaft beyond the head. Dark red lip prints dotted the mottled prick as she pleasured Celestia’s tool with a technique that might generously be called inexpert.

Mary thought Erin’s awkward attempts were charming, but Celestia’s expression was impassive…bored, even. Not a hint of ardor showed in her body language. She may as well have been waiting in line at the DMV for all the excitement she was giving off.

And she was still soft. Mary had never seen Celestia soft. Erin had to support all the weight of that massive tool herself, and it was like watching someone wrangle an empty fire hose.

Sensing all this, Erin went back to the wide slit at the tip, and she dutifully made out with it like a mouth, sticking her tongue deep inside as she lovingly sucked on the outside. Mary saw the slightest tremble run through Celestia’s limp shaft, and Erin must have felt it too because she re-doubled her efforts, using her tits to rub as much of that massive tool as she could while kissing and licking all over. Gobs of spit hung from the connection between her lips and Celestia’s cock, splattering upon her bare cleavage, but she paid no notice as she grasped as much of the fat shaft as she could in her hands, stroking it with a rough vigor.

“Fucking stop.”

At Celestia’s command, Erin let go of the cock as if it were red hot, and she scrambled backward out of the shadow of the alicorn’s body. She peered up at Celestia in search of praise, receiving only withering disappointment in return.

“What was that?”

Mary could almost hear Erin’s heart crashing. “I’m sorry…I told you I’ve never done this…”

“It shows. A wood chipper would get me off quicker, and use less teeth.”

Frustration rolled down Erin’s stained cheeks, and she began to quietly sob. Mary couldn’t help feeling sorry for the reporter; none of this was her fault, and the trial she was going though had an undeniably cruel edge to it. But it was necessary, Mary told herself. They had to keep pushing. It would all work out in the end…she hoped.

Celestia rolled her eyes at Erin’s sorry display, in the manner of one used to people shedding crocodile tears in an attempt at manipulation. “You have more to learn than I expected,” she sighed. “Goodness, I thought everyone knew at least the basics of cocksucking these days. What did they teach you at that fancy private school, mathematics?” She scoffed, as if the idea were ludicrous. “Knowledge like that is wasted on useless cunts like yourself.”

Erin’s eyes widened at the mention of her schooling, and her crying hitched for a second. Mary also winced at the reference. That was a real thing, from her real life, which meant the knowledge was dangerous. Mary trusted that Celestia knew what she was doing, but bringing outside info into the dream world still made her nervous.

Abruptly, Celestia motioned to Julie. “Assistant.”

The girl jerked as if she’d touched a live wire, sitting up straighter next to the alicorn. “Sun Mistress! I live to serve!”

Celestia gave Julie a piercing look, and the girl eeped in alarm. “Shit…I mean…at your service. Ms. Celestia. Madam.”

Julie received a couple more seconds of Celestia’s scorn, enough to ponder her future punishment — or lack thereof — then the Princess repeated her soul-deep sigh. “There’s another saying in this country, I think, about the difficulty of finding good help. Forget it.” She gestured to the three feet of flaccid horsecock beneath her. “Julie, do something about this. I can’t get it up with such a waste of space in my presence.”

“Yes, Ms. Celestia.” Julie gave the despondent Erin a cheeky smirk as she lifted that massive prick, with one hand on the mid-point and another near her gurgling ballsack. “Allow your sla…assistant to demonstrate the proper form.”

Mary had never seen anyone enjoy being a bottom bitch as much as Julie. The girl was so subby, she could breathe underwater. If only Lt. Kurosawa knew.

As Erin continued to weep, Mary’s hands continued to roam. While her left toyed with Erin’s tits, feeling their heft and diamond-hard nipples, she sank two fingers of her right hand deep into Erin’s pussy, and another two into her ass, causing her to moan within her distress. The juxtaposition made Mary pant with heat, and the insides of her thighs became lathered with her cream.

“Watch closely,” Mary said in a breathless rasp. “This is your future. This is what you have to look forward to as one of Celestia’s thralls. You think you’ll hate it, and you will, but only at the beginning. She’s very good at convincing her slaves to love their chains. She’ll do the same to you, and then there really will be no coming back.”

Erin quieted down as she watched Julie prepare to go to work, occasionally grunting as her hips hunched against Mary’s hand with a steadily increasing force. The doctor let out a sultry laugh at Erin’s ever more strident efforts. “You feel it already, but patience. You’re not a horsefucker yet. Handling Princess cock takes more doing than you might expect. I had trouble with it, too, the first time. Let us show you why.”

“Watch what I do,” Julie said sharply, eager to take on the role of the experienced teacher. She changed from her kneeling position to a lascivious stripper’s squat as her hand moved to a spot near Celestia’s oversized nuts, where the underside of her shaft met the sack.

“Being chosen to pleasure Ms. Celestia is a privilege, and she demands that you perform with that in mind at all times.” Julie brought her face closer to the Princess’ pearlescent balls. ”Start here. This is a very sensitive spot, so be careful.” She rubbed the area, immediately causing a reaction as Celestia hummed at the delicate sensation.

Julie’s eyelids fluttered as the musk from Celestia’s balls took hold and, momentarily forgetting herself, she buried her face in the soft, leathery folds. She inhaled deeply, moaning in delight, while Mary looked on in annoyance. It wasn’t that she was envious, certainly not. Julie was simply wasting time. That was all.

“I’m gonna drag you out of there myself if you don’t keep going,” Mary snapped. “You can get high on alicorn ball sweat later.”

Julie took one more long whiff, trembling as the smell inflamed her senses, then she turned back to the others. “Sorry,” she said with a petulant frown. “But this is how I show how much I care. Every part of Celestia demands respect, her balls included. All right, Ms. Taggart. Let me show you how I make her feel good.”

Erin nodded, taking the insane show in stride as she wiped various fluids from her face.

Julie touched the tip of her tongue to the area she’d pointed out before, moaning at the salty, musty taste. She gently licked all over, leaving no spot dry before moving to the testicles. She covered them both in a sheen of saliva, while hefting and massaging the ripe fruits as if coaxing to life the load within.

Celestia moaned darkly, enjoying Julie’s attentions, and the effect was immediately noticeable. Her cock stirred to life, firming and lengthening in the girl’s capable hands.

Julie grinned with the pride of an artisan as she worked. She ran her lips along the length of the thick shaft, massaging every spot with sure hands as she made her way to the flat tip, which was now shuddering with need. She reached the place where the flare met the shaft, then she stopped, as if waiting for something.

The Princess’ cock shook again, and a pulse moved from her nuts forward. Her piss slit widened, and a large bead of precome appeared at the entrance, as big as a marble. But as it began to slip away Julie swooped in, latching her mouth to the hole and drinking the milky essence before it could break free. She groaned as she suckled, working her throat to take as much in as she could.

Between Julie’s legs, a thick gush of cream splattered to the ground, and she humped into nothing as the orgasm tore though her. She hadn’t touched herself once.

Celestia, for her part, was snorting and grunting with indulgent pleasure, but her body was eagerly seeking more stimulation. Mary saw her starting to hump into Julie’s mouth, and she knew the Princess was reaching her point of no return. If Julie didn’t stop soon, someone was going to get fucked, and the current pool of candidates was limited.

Erin seemed to sense this as she whimpered, and Mary’s hand became a blur within the woman’s messy cunt. “Yeah, this is happening,” Mary said, trying to keep her own voice steady. “When she gets like this, she won’t calm down till she gets her rocks off. That’s just the way she is. All she needs is a warm hole, and what do you know? There are a few right here.”

Mary’s own excitement was starting to climb out of control, and she struggled to fight down her own orgasm. “Fuck…you wanna see what Princess cock does to someone? You might get a closer look than you want.”

Erin muttered to herself as she watched Julie worship Celestia’s breeding tool. “Too big. Too much. I can’t…I can’t take that.”

Mary jolted to attention. At those words, they’d just crossed an important, yet dangerous milestone in the process, and they had to play it right.

“You can take that,” she hissed, feeling the contractions starting deep within Erin’s core. “You did take that. Remember? You took everything she had to give, and you walked away intact. She didn’t break you,” Mary lied. “You’re strong. Stronger than you know. You need to understand, Erin.”

Erin wailed in confusion as she came, gushing into Mary’s palm. She worked her hips like a mad woman, thrusting into the doctor’s fingers while her hands tore the remnants of her suit off her overheated body. She unconsciously leaned back into Mary, spreading her thighs for all to see as the memory of mind-destroying rapture threatened to consume her again.

“That’s it,” Mary rasped into her ear. “Feel it. I’ve got you. Let it go all the way through. It’s okay to feel this good. It won’t change who you are. You’re still Erin Taggart, reporter for New York Daily News, and you are not a slave to this pleasure. It serves you.”

Erin’s teeth chattered in the aftershocks of her climax. “But she…she did change me. I told her I couldn’t take it, but then she…reshaped me. She made me all weird. I’ll never be like I was.”

Now they were getting closer to the heart of the matter. It wasn’t only about the unforgettable ecstasy that made all other sexual encounters feel gray and unfulfilling by comparison. There was also the internal stretching and rearranging necessary for a non-pony to survive Celestia’s passion, and it was no surprise to Mary that this aspect of Erin and the Princess’ encounter that night would haunt her.

It was impossible to prepare for the body horror-style experience of seeing — and feeling — the deformation of one’s self to make way for three plus feet of royal cockmeat. Just the thought of it was enough to break Julie out of her receptive state during their tryst on the beach, eventually requiring Mary’s unorthodox persuasion to overcome the girl’s completely justified fear.

“Nobody’s ever ready,” Mary whispered to Erin as the woman struggled with her turmoil. “Celestia, that bitch, she didn’t give a fuck about your feelings when she was wrapping you around her fat prick. She treated me the same way, the first time. But you see, magic is a versatile thing. We’re both still in once piece, you and I. You can at least count on her to put things back the way she found them…physically, anyway.”

Mary took Erin’s unresisting hand and plunged it into her own sucking cunt, letting her feel a bit of the blazing heat that was her everyday state. “Mmmm…god…feel that? Still tight, right? Hell, you’re even tighter. Listen to your own body, Erin. Trust it. You’re okay.” She nodded toward the oblivious Julie, still drinking blissfully from Celestia’s cock with eyes closed. “She’s the same. Look at her. She’s not-“

Mary stopped. That could work. Maybe Erin needed to see it all from the outside to understand. Celestia was just about ready for it; Mary could see the signs in the alicorn’s lust-filled grimace and the thrusting of her flanks, and she could smell it in the waves of musk coming off her fat prick. Yeah, someone was definitely about to get fucked. Might as well point that thing in the right direction.

The doctor raised her voice. “Julie, you’re gonna ruin your dinner. What happened to showing Erin the ropes? Latching your mouth to a piss slit doesn’t take much practice, you know?”

Julie opened her eyes. Slowly, reluctantly, she removed her lips from the flat cock tip, turning to regard her observers.

“I was just…taking the edge off for her. Ms. Celestia’s in a precarious way, and she needs to be handled carefully.”

She planted another soft kiss on the broad head, clearly enjoying her privilege. “You’ve gotta understand, Ms. Taggart. Everything that comes out of Princess cock is sacred. You have to-“

Celestia’s prick shuddered. A gout of cloudy precome spurted from the wide orifice and splattered upon the side of Julie’s face, covering much of it with the alicorn’s tacky slime. The girl didn’t so much as flinch, and rivulets of the emission dripped into one unblinking eye.

“-treat it with respect,” Julie finished, as if nothing had happened. “It goes both ways, though. Perform well, and you’ll be rewarded.” Her tongue snaked out, collecting as much of Celestia’s juice as she could draw into her ravenous mouth, and she smacked her lips with satisfaction.

Erin put a hand to her face, and at first Mary thought she was shocked at the display, as strange as that would be at this point. Then the doctor saw her small tongue licking her palm, in imitation of Julie, and she laughed freely. Did Erin even know what she was doing?

Julie saw the same thing. She bit her lip, nuzzling the cock head in front of her like a pet, earning herself another gush of fluid. She took the silky pre in her hand, covering it all over before extending her arm to Erin.

“Try it, and you’ll see,” Julie said with a mischievous gleam. “My Sun Mistress can give you what you need. She's much smarter than you…than all of us. She already knows your mind.” Julie glanced at Mary, who nodded, glad that she was following the plan instead of sniping at Erin. “Some people are born to this stuff,” Julie went on. “I am. Maybe you are, too.”

The woman’s eyes widened as she stared at the strings of cream hanging between Julie’s fingers. Mary watched the conflict burning behind Erin’s gaze, the mad desire to lean forward and taste what was offered, and she held her breath, waiting to see the reaction. The doctor could sense the question within her as if it were written on her face: what if I like it?

With more willpower than Mary expected, Erin scrambled backward, out of Julie’s reach. “You’re drugged! She’s done something…evil, and now you’re addicted! Can’t you see that? This rutting beast isn’t you, Julie…this can’t be you!”

Julie shrugged as she put her fingers in her mouth, loudly slurping down the tasty covering until her digits were sparkling clean.

As Erin moaned at the repudiation, Mary put her own cheek next to hers, nuzzling it gently. “It’s not a drug that’s enslaved her, girl. She’s doing this of her own free will.” That was mostly true. “If she’s addicted to anything, it’s not Celestia’s come. You already know what it is; a lot of girls her age drown themselves in it. Withdrawal is a bitch, and there’s no getting clean.”

Erin seemed to come to the same conclusion. “This has to be a joke. You and her…you two are…you let her do this to you because…because…” Her voice trailed off as she ran her hands through her hair, disturbed by her own words.

Julie grinned brightly. “That’s right. Before I met Ms. Celestia, I was lost, wandering in the darkness. This was the cock that made me a woman, that showed me the power of magic. I’ll always remember that day, Ms. Taggart. It was the day I fell in loGKHHUMMCHMPPH!”

Celestia had finally decided to stop waiting around, and start taking her pleasure into her own hooves. The Sun Princess gritted her teeth as she forced the head of her cock into the girl’s mouth, drawing out the most utterly obscene noises. Julie passively took the brunt of Celestia’s fearsome lust, going limp while the thick meat sank past the borderline of her slim throat.

Erin screamed at Celestia’s bestial aggression, but Mary grabbed her by the waist with one arm, and the fingers of her other hand twisted into her reddish hair, holding her head straight. “No, don’t look away. Watch her. Watch her take it. Look at what Celestia does to her. You need to see!”

“I don’t!” Erin cried, struggling in Mary’s grasp. “I don’t want to see anymore! I can’t watch someone else get destroyed, I can’t! Don’t make me, pleeease!” Her conscious mind was starting to break through within the dream world, but they were still within limits. They just had to be careful.

Celestia groaned as she enjoyed the perfect fit of Julie’s gullet around her prick. There was still two feet of thick, pink meat exposed to the air, and the Princess took this as a personal affront as she increased the pressure on her slave’s head. Mary, Erin and Celestia all watched with rapt fascination while ever more inches slid past Julie’s stretched-thin lips, though the cock-sleeve in question seemed to be enjoying the experience, if the ever-growing puddle of fragrant juices underneath her was anything to go by.

“If you only knew…ohhh, fuck, take it all, little pony…if you only knew how much she begged me to stretch out her holes.” Celestia was still lucid enough for conversation, apparently, but only just. “Such a cute, tight little thing, and so needy. She knew exactly what she wanted, and what she had to do to get it. And now…she understands…come on, open up for me, damn you…she understands the urges she’s always had. Unlike you, you stupid…fucking…useless…cunt!”

Celestia thrust her hips at each of the final few words, at last hilting herself fully into Julie’s body with a moan of contentment. From an outsider’s perspective, her three feet of fat prick simply disappeared into the girl, and though the bulge of her pride was visible in Julie’s body, it ended around the area of her stomach. Mary had no idea what kind of sorcerous topography was required for such a trick, but she was glad for it. There were certain distortions that were a bit much to see, even for her.

Erin couldn’t take her eyes off the display, as much as she clearly wanted to, and her tremulous questions sounded more like inner thoughts than genuine inquiries. “I don’t understand. Where is it all going? How are you not choking her to death? And how do you know about…my urges?”

“I told you,” Mary said as she stroked Erin’s neck and chest, tracing the journey of Celestia’s breeding tool within Julie. “That’s the power of magic. Look at how much they both love it. There’s nowhere else Julie would rather be at this moment than exactly where she is, and there’s nothing she’d rather do — ever — than be used as Celestia’s cock sock. Do you think she’d come back again and again if it destroyed her each time? That girl’s many things, but she’s not crazy.”

Her last statement was pure speculation. Julie was willing to go very far to please her mistress…farther than Mary, if truth be told. She had willingly given her leash to Celestia that day, and the Princess did not hesitate to wrap it tight around Julie’s neck. The little pervert would be willing to try almost anything as long as she could come while doing it, and Celestia would absolutely be down.

Erin didn’t need to know any of that, though.

With a brutal jerk, Celestia wrenched a foot of cock out of Julie before slamming her wide haunches forward, plunging back in with a squelch and a muffled gagging sound. She did it again, and again, and again…and again. Soon, the Princess was in full face-fucking mode, bashing Julie’s chin against her giant, swinging nuts in a desperate rhythm while she panted like a dog in heat, knowing nothing except the drive to blow her load into the most convenient receptacle at hoof.

Erin put her fists to her ears in a futile attempt to keep out the sounds of penetration and moans of ecstasy. “Stop it, just stop! You’re destroying her!”

“She’s creating her,” Mary said, slipping her fingers into Erin’s unresisting mouth. The doctor did it without thinking, going with the flow of the moment, but she thrilled to the tentative feeling of wetness on the invading digits. “Julie didn’t lie. Celestia’s helping her become the horsefucking cumslut she was born to be, and her happiness is Celestia’s happiness. It’s a beautiful feedback loop that can only end one way.”

Mary saw the frustration in Celestia’s snarling face, signaling that Julie was about to get quite the workout. “It’s not over yet, though. Looks like someone needs a bit more stimulation. Heads up, you’ll love this part.”

Gasping with the feeling of slippery tightness traveling down her length, Celestia dragged little Julie off her cock, leaving it wet and pulsing in the harsh glare of the boardroom’s lights. But the Princess was not about to spend herself outside a warm, wet hole. Before Julie could finish taking a full breath, she spun in the air lengthwise, hovering in place for a split second before being magically dropped on her stomach with a thump.

Celestia grabbed Julie’s long, utterly black hair, jerking her head backward so that she was suddenly face to face with Erin. The well-used “assistant” stared back with glassy eyes while Celestia raised her delicious hindquarters into position, but she broke into a manic grin when she saw Erin’s combined look of horror and fascination.

“Haha…hahaha…she can’t hurt me! A goddess can only bring pleasure, not pain, silly! See?” She hooked two fingers into the sides of her mouth, pulling it into a stretched-out caricature of a smile before letting go, causing her face to snap back into a normal shape. “I’m fine! I’m fiiiine!”

“What did I tell you?” Mary said as the suction on her fingers increased. Erin was beginning to accept the debauchery attacking her from all sides…though maybe a little too readily. “Julie is still Julie. She might be happier, a little more flexible, and a lot more sexually fulfilled, but she hasn’t lost her sense of self. She’s still in one piece, in every way that matters. So are you.”

Celestia grunted with effort as she pressed the flat tip of her prick against Julie’s too tiny twat, beginning the slow process of cramming every inch of Princess cock into the girl’s sticky-sweet fuckhole. Julie whimpered, gritting her teeth as the pressure increased, and she grabbed one of Erin’s hands in her own sweat-slick one, squeezing tightly while Celestia attempted to mount her.

“Can you tell the Sun Princess I love her? Please?” Julie begged Erin in a breathless whisper as Celestia’s haunches jerked with an insistent force, gradually spreading her cunt open to an impossible size in a wild attempt to squeeze the head of her tool into her entrance. “She’s…FUCK, fuck, fuck…she can’t hear me now, but…oh god, my pussy…I need her to know what she means to me! I love her so much…AHH! Mistress! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Erin’s hand was almost crushed in Julie’s deliriously strong grip, and this only increased the turmoil Mary felt in the woman as they watched Celestia follow her instincts. There was a certain shocked stillness to Erin now, but the silent tears fell freely down her cheeks, while her mouth sucked on Mary’s hand like it wanted a cock instead. The doctor heard a hissing sound, and she looked down in surprise to see a fresh puddle of urine spreading underneath them both.

Had Erin given up? If so, then they’d failed…or even made things worse. But Mary suspected not, and they had one more tactic to try before cutting their losses. She only hoped Celestia was present enough to follow her lead.

Chapter 4

“You were asking about…your urges…oh good goddamn, where did you learn that? And can you teach Julie? Fuck…come on, take it in your mouth…”

Mary tried to keep her tone casual in the face of the Sun Princess coring out Julie like an apple. It helped to have the occasional sense of normalcy when dealing with such outrageousness. It probably didn’t help that Mary had decided to put Erin’s unresisting mouth to good use, standing over her kneeling form and humping her steamy cunt against her lips in a bid for relief. Erin obviously had some experience, as her searching tongue went deep into Mary’s hungry slit, doing things that made the doctor see stars.

It occurred to Mary during all this that she hadn’t even shed her little black dress. Which was fine. That was hotter, anyway.

Behind her, Celestia was thrusting like the pussy was made of sunshine and rainbows, having fully ensconced herself inside Julie’s silky channel, and her bestial noises echoed in the large boardroom. She drooled freely as she loomed over the girl, claiming her by right of conquest, and the alicorn’s spittle landed upon the top of her head in white-flecked sprays. Basketball-sized nuts bounced against Julie’s thighs, churning with the load to come.

Mary’s own orgasm was swift and hard, and she sprayed her hot cunt juices into Erin’s swallowing throat while they both moaned, losing control of her hips temporarily as the contractions rippled through her core. She collapsed next to Erin, letting the aftershocks roll, and she humped into the air with a sensuous slowness.

After a few moments of recovery, Mary rolled onto her back, not bothering to close her splayed legs. “Mmmm. Yeah. I needed that. Watching all you freaks get your rocks off without me was driving me bugfuck. Damn. What was I even saying?”

“Something…about…urges!” Julie helpfully replied, biting off each word in time with Celestia’s hard driving. The telltale bulge in her chest moved up and down, in and out, stretching her in impossible ways as their combined juices soaked the floor. Despite the intoxicating freedom, Mary was glad this was all just a dream; leaving their mess for the cleaning crew to find later would simply be gauche. She didn’t want to be a complete asshole.

“Oh, right, right,” Mary said as she sat up straighter. She spied the cast off scraps of Erin’s suit, now soaking in a puddle of urine next to them. Picking up a handful of the fabric, Mary held the saturated cloth a few inches above Erin’s head.

“So, you know how people like to make themselves feel better by saying their fantasies don’t define them?”

Mary slowly began to squeeze.

“That you can keep all your weird-ass fetishes…and your weird ass-fetishes…separate from the ‘real’ you, and never the twain shall meet?”

A trickle of piss landed in Erin’s hair, and it flowed down her forehead, across her lips, and between her bare breasts. Erin groaned, but she did not try to avoid the stream.

Mary tossed the wrung-out remnant behind her. “That’s all bullshit. Of course your fantasies define you! They wouldn’t get you off if they didn’t! People are just afraid of what their deepest desires say about themselves, Erin. And maybe that fear is justified.”

For the first time in a while, Erin’s mouth moved to speak.

“I am perfectly ordinary,” she said, in a voice so strained that Mary struggled to hear. “I’m normal. I go to work, go home, masturbate and go to sleep, just like everyone else. It’s you people who are the deviants. We’re not the same. You don’t know me.”

Erin chanted the words like a spell, trying desperately to convince herself that she was something she wasn’t…or at least, that her outward actions proved her inner purity. Mary felt a strange kinship with her at that moment, as someone who also once carried in her heart secret, unthinkable desires.

“You’re not completely wrong. All of us are fuckin’ sickos, and I’d be the first to admit it. But we do know you, inside and out. We’ve seen first-hand what you’re into, and Erin…it ain’t exactly vanilla, lemme tell ya. You’re just as screwed up as the rest of us, and we won’t let you claim otherwise.”

“No. I…NO.” Any lingering ambiguity was gone. Though Erin still couldn’t hear Mary, the transmitted intentions were coming across clearly, and she didn’t like the signal one bit. Her face grew more animated as she tried to deny the doctor’s truths, angrily slapping her palms into the puddles around her and splashing urine without a care. “I said, I’m normal!”

“You let me empty my bladder on your face. On your fucking face!”

Celestia’s sudden outburst shocked them all, except for Julie, more occupied with the monstrous cock knocking on the entrance to her womb than anything happening around her. Even Mary was surprised, both at her coherence and her vehement tone.

The Sun Princess glared down at Erin with a demon’s grimace while her rutting became harder and faster, and the plap-plap-plap against Julie’s body turned into a slam-slam-slam causing the girl’s eyes to roll back into their sockets, giving her the look of a broken doll.

“You want to be pissed on in public,” Celestia growled, stating out loud what they all knew as she continued to break open Julie’s tight little gash. “That’s a sign of insecurity, little pony. Of submissiveness. You crave being led around by the nose. You want to be given orders, and then thrown away afterward like the trash you are.”

“Shut up!” Erin’s voice was raw as she released some of her pent-up anger. “Shut up, shut up!”

“Fuck you! Make me!” Celestia bent her head down until she was almost nose to nose with Erin, covering Julie with her massive body as she continued to pound away. “I know what you’re afraid of. You don’t want anyone to know what a useless cunt you turned out to be. Your whole life has been a lie, Erin.”

Mary started to come to Erin’s defense, but the needs of the moment forced the urge out of her mind. As cruel as it was, this kind of shock was exactly what was needed to induce a breakthrough.

Instead, she chuckled, allowing a nasty tinge to creep into the sound as she remembered her research. “You came from money, didn’t you? All those expectations about taking over the family business must have been crushing as a kid. And I’m sure Mommy and Daddy sparing no expense to get you into that Ivy League school only increased the pressure. Bet they regret that investment.”

“How disappointed were they when you dropped out?” Celestia tore into Erin almost as hard as she was tearing into Julie. “What excuse did you give? That you found a new calling? That you wanted to serve the public? No need to lie about your motivations, little pony. You should’ve just told them you couldn’t hack it, because you’re a useless cunt. I’m sure they would’ve understood.”

“Stop calling me that!” Erin’s newfound anger at least let her maintain eye contact with Celestia, which was serious progress. “They supported me. They always have. They said journalism was a noble profession-“

Celestia’s burst of laughter was a royal hoof stamping on every effort Erin had ever made. “Oh, I’m sure you’d love to think that, wouldn’t you? Come on. We all know the truth.”

Mary embraced Erin from behind once again, this time trapping her arms while squeezing tightly, as if daring her to break free. “You’ll never make the news, so all you can do is report on the people who do. It’s a great career for a piss freak who thinks they’re inferior to the people they look up to.”

“You’re lying!” Erin screamed. “That’s not what I believe!”

She was right, but Celestia continued to lie. “You know why you’re not out uncovering corruption or reporting from war zones? Because you think baseball games and evening traffic are all you’re worth. You’ve…given up…because you know…your limitations!” Celestia’s words became shakier as she approached her peak.

“None of this is true!” Erin struggled, but the doctor’s strength was still too great. “I’m gaining experience…and making connections. I haven’t given up! No, I…I’ve just started!”

She was right, but Mary continued to lie. “Look, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. Lots of mediocre people go on to lead perfectly okay lives. Not everyone is Pulitzer material, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Don’t let your reach exceed your grasp.”

“Mediocrity would be a step up,” Celestia grunted, picking up her pace and causing Julie to squeal as she flopped around bonelessly. “Whoever’s paying you must be running a charity. That’s fine, though.” Her eyes bored into Erin’s as she gritted her teeth, trying to hold back the tide. “Useless cunts…are still cunts…so you’ll always have…at least one purpose-“

“I said, stop calling me that!”

A wave of unknown force rattled Mary, almost causing her to lose her grip as it blew her hair and dress back. She tightened her hold, grinning at Erin’s newfound strength, and she could feel the woman’s steady heartbeat — not too fast or too slow, which meant she wasn’t as afraid anymore. Mary chuckled at the thought that her career, of all things, was her breaking point. Maybe this would work after all.

“You’re right,” Erin said with a fierce sincerity, actually pushing herself toward Celestia in her indignation. “I want to be pissed on. I love the taste and smell of it. I love the shock of it, the idea of it happening in public. It turns me on like nothing else.”

She bared her teeth like injured prey making a last stand. “It’s a fantasy. It says nothing about the endless work, the sleepless nights, the doubts and fears I’ve tried to overcome…I’m not my fetish, damn you! That’s not all there is to me!”

It was at this moment that Mary caught a glimpse of it. There between Erin’s thighs, among the bodily fluids she was soaking in, something began to take shape. The doctor saw it only vaguely, like an afterimage, but the familiar outline made her heart beat faster. If it really was what she thought, then this little operation was about to get a lot more interesting. She hoped Luna was getting some good recording angles.

There was a wild pulsing in Julie’s chest, matching the throbbing of Celestia’s raging cock. An audible sloshing could be heard from the Princess’ swinging balls, and her panting was labored. All the signs heralded Celestia’s impending nut, but she wasn’t done yet — with Julie, or with Erin.

“You can’t run away from reality! Oh, fuck, I’m…I’m almost in her womb! Such a good pony, taking me alllll the way in! Julie knows her place, Erin…you need to know yours!”

Julie began to wail as Celestia’s thick breeder sank home. “Ahhh, goddamn it, that’s tight! I’m gonna fill her up with so much come, she’ll think she’s having triplets! So much, her mother will smell it on her, so she knows exactly what kind of cock-tamed slut she raised! And then…ohhh, and then, after I drain my nuts in Julie, I’m going to pull out my fat Princess cock, and I’m going to shove it down your throat. You’re going to take every inch…but I won’t fuck your face. That’s not what you need.”

The strange area between Erin’s legs began to gain resolution, becoming firmer and lengthier with every second, while the power trying to tear Mary away grew ever stronger, causing her grip to loosen further. It was like being caught in a silent hurricane, and the force was just as irresistible.

Erin screamed back at Celestia, oblivious to Mary’s difficulties. “I won’t let you, you freak! You can’t just do whatever you want! I’m not one of your slaves!”

Mary held on, determined to push as hard as she could while she still had any influence. “Only a slave would let themselves be covered in waste, Erin, much less get off on it! You can tell yourself whatever pretty tales you want, but that happened. What’s the logical conclusion we should draw, huh? What would a normal person think? Because, guess what? You are not normal!” And that’s wonderful.

But Mary couldn’t say the last part aloud, as much as she ached for it.

“It’s fine. I’ll make her understand.” Celestia’s grunting voice became even more menacing, if that were possible. “You’re going to cry as you choke on my meat, Erin, and then I’m going to relieve myself inside you.”

“No. I refuse-“

“I won’t just ruin your suit this time. My hot piss is going right into your stomach, and I have so…much…to give.”

“Listen to me-“

“You’re going to drink it all, and you’re going to squirt your cunt cream all over this nice floor while I’m doing it. You’ll come harder than you’ve ever come with normal fucking, and then you will know.”

“I won’t-“

“You’ll know that you truly are a slave…but not to me. You’re in bondage to your lusts, little pony. They’ll lead you astray, and ruin the things that are good. You can try to fight them, but you’ll just end up tired and unfulfilled. Then, you’ll fall to them anyway.”

The shape was fully visible now, and unmistakable. It radiated a power that Mary didn’t expect from Erin, to her great delight. They’d underestimated her.

“Celestia, don’t say another word.”

The alicorn’s eyes gleamed in challenge. “Drink my piss, little pony. You might as well be my urinal, because you’ve got nothing going on otherwise. But don’t get angry at me. I’m just telling you what your ‘friends’ and family are afraid to: that you always have been, and always will be-“

“Celestia!”

“-a useless cunt!”

Like a dam breaking, the built-up energy finally freed itself in a bright flash and a whoosh, sending Mary flying. Her back slammed into the rear wall of the boardroom, and she gasped, shocked at the pain she felt. Luna was supposed to mitigate any injury in the dream world, but apparently Erin had caught the Night Regent off guard.

Mary hissed at the throbbing soreness in her spine as the glow surrounding Erin faded. “Hold off,” the doctor said, knowing Luna was listening. “I’m okay. Let’s see where this goes.” She stumbled forward, and her pulse quickened as she took in the new development.

Erin was no longer kneeling.

She stood upright, face to face with the Princess, and she was now wearing a strangely familiar, cream-colored evening gown. It was low-cut and backless, with subtle designs stitched around the hem, and it took Mary a moment to recognize where she’d seen the dress. Erin had worn it that first night, when she lost her innocence, and her life had changed forever.

There was one abnormal modification to the otherwise normal formalwear. The front of the skirt was cut much higher than the back, showing off white stockings held up with garters. But instead of panties, or even bare pussy, Erin was now rocking a cock.

And what a cock it was! It largely resembled Celestia’s own prick — mottled pink and white, with a flat tip oozing precome, it wasn’t quite as a long and thick as the Princess’ rampant tool, but it was still a fearsome weapon to see on any human. Erin’s new equipment was rock hard and thick as a soda can, and the tip came up between her stylishly-clad breasts. Two full testicles, the size of tennis balls and blossom pink, swung freely underneath the base of the impressive shaft.

As Mary carefully approached the woman from the side, she could see the flush in her cheeks, and the parting of her fiery red lips. A soft light still seemed to emanate from her reformed body, but the doctor wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or an actual phenomenon.

Regardless, Erin was lit by a very real inner fire, and Mary thought she might be burned if she touched the woman’s skin, although she wouldn’t dare do so now. Her part in this play was ended. Now, it was Erin’s turn.

For the briefest of moments, a look of amusement flashed across Celestia’s equine face, only to be quickly followed by a devastating sneer. “Isn’t that cute? Do you even know how to use-“

Quicker than Mary would have believed, Erin lunged forward, grasping Celestia’s pure white horn in her small hands. Before the Princess could react, Erin jerked her head downward, stuffing a foot of fat cock down Celestia’s unprepared throat.

“Silence!” Erin roared, and the walls shook with her outburst.

She fucked the alicorn’s face with a savagery that Mary had only seen from Celestia herself, grunting with exertion as she used the horn to pull the Princess’ head forward and back on her raging cock like a masturbation tool. Celestia’s eyes widened in shock, and wet glucking sounds echoed loudly through the room as she was violated. Her wings flapped wildly and she braced her hooves on the ground, trying to free herself, but to Mary’s great surprise, she was unable to escape Erin’s rage.

This dream life might have been a construction of Luna and Celestia’s at the start, but no longer. It was Erin’s world now.

Julie groaned, still impaled on the Princess’ cock but confused at the interrupted movement. Seeing Erin forcing herself into Celestia’s throat, she mewled in consternation.

“Hey, you can’t do that to a goddess-“

“Shut…your…mouth!” Erin snapped, letting her suppressed Irish brogue color her words as she increased the pace of her manic thrusting. Julie whimpered, but said no more as she was carried along by Erin and Celestia’s twin rhythms.

The alicorn had not for a moment stopped fucking Julie, even with a mouthful of surprise meat. Her dedication to her own pleasure was truly astonishing to Mary, but Erin couldn’t have cared less.

“Slutty, fat-bottomed beast…always have to be the smartest in the room, don’t you?” Erin was a machine, never letting up for a moment as she hilted herself over and over, causing her full nuts to bounce against Celestia’s chin. “With that…fake air of mystery, and that…holier than thou attitude…where are all your cute quips, eh? No more pithy words of wisdom? No lessons for me to learn? Guess you just needed a cock in your mouth to finally…get you to listen to someone!”

Erin spread her legs to gain purchase, slamming Celestia’s maw into her crotch with such force that Mary thought she might hurt herself, before realizing how silly that idea was. Nothing in this dream could harm Erin anymore, unless the Night Regent had some secret voodoo that she hadn’t shared. And if she did, Luna was wisely keeping that power in check, content to watch Erin let out all of her frustrations right down her sister’s throat while she, undoubtedly, frigged herself raw.

Mary didn’t blame her. This recording was going to be fucking amazing.

Erin was still spitting words into Celestia’s face. “What’s wrong…little pony? Why not…use your magic to…get out of this? Just like you creatures…solve all your problems? Not like us poor humans…who have to beg…for an ounce of your power! That feels so good, doesn’t it? Nice and superior to the lesser species? You stupid…fake…hypocrites!”

Erin was no longer speaking to Ms. Celestia. Her ire was fully pointed at the Sun Princess, and she was verbalizing a lot of the thoughts that Mary had privately heard from others. They were thoughts she’d had herself sometimes when the Princess had done something particularly royal, and they were not entirely unreasonable, especially when you weren’t familiar with Celestia’s thinking.

Mary felt terribly naive all of a sudden. She wondered how much of Celestia’s thinking she was truly familiar with.

The wet choking sounds became louder and messier as Celestia’s spittle dripped around Erin’s new cock, easing its travel and causing the reporter to groan with the incredible sensations. She was getting close, but the Princess’ teary eyes still blazed. She wasn’t conquered yet.

Celestia’s horn began to glow with a purifying white light, throwing stark shadows across the large boardroom. Mary watched in alarm as gray smoke began to pour from Erin’s hands, and the woman groaned for a different reason, though she stubbornly refused to let go.

Clearly, Celestia had her own powers of dream control, and unlike her sister, she was willing to use them. Mary thought this was a bit unfair, to be honest. But she could help Erin fight back in her own way.

“She’s trying to break away!” Mary roared in Erin’s direction, hoping her heart was still listening. “She thinks she can still beat you, but you can’t let her escape! Show that bitch what it means to lose control! Goddamn it, Erin, if you let go now, you’ll never grasp real strength again. You own her! She’s yours! Claim your rightful property! Now!”

The thought of Celestia running away after all the insults, degradation and general shitty attitude suffered at the Princess’ hooves, leaving her free to concoct some other plot to ruin her life in the future, drove a cold spike into Erin’s brain. With a sense of fanatical purpose, she grit her teeth as she squeezed, in complete defiance of the blazing heat charring her hands and wafting an unpleasant smell of cooked flesh toward Mary’s nose. But in the end, it was only pain. There were worse things to experience.

Celestia’s eyes widened cartoonishly as she struggled in Erin’s steel grasp. Her wings fluttered uselessly while poor Julie was buffeted in every direction, still impaled down to the balls on the Princess’ rampant prick. Occasionally, Mary saw an orgasmic tremor run through her body. At least someone knew how to go with the flow and enjoy herself.

Celestia was absolutely not interested in going with the flow. In fact, Mary saw a very unusual play of emotions on the alicorn’s cock-stuffed, spittle-flecked face as she furiously tried to wrench herself free, stamping and tossing her head to no avail. It was some strange combination of respect, anger and…yes, panic. She’d never seen Celestia look that way before, and she hoped Luna was getting some nice, zoomed-in shots. Actual, documented proof of the Sun Princess being dominated was a priceless artifact, one she knew she’d get a lot of mileage out of.

Erin now had the advantage. She slowly began to increase the tightness of her grip, and the straining muscles in her sleeveless arms and shoulders were a stark contrast to her glamorous, pale gown. She grunted with the effort, heedless of her sizzling, blackened skin, and Celestia’s thrashing became increasingly desperate.

Then there was a sharp crack, and Celestia made a sound that was something like the cry of a goat choking on its own tongue. Staring in disbelief at the Princess’ alabaster spiral horn, Mary could see that the areas around Erin’s fingers were spiderwebbed with fine fractures…and they kept spreading. The sight took her breath away, even there in the dream world, and for the first time in a long while, Mary had no idea how to react.

“Don’t you dare!” Erin cried, knowing exactly what to do. She never for a second let up the superhuman pressure in her hands as she continued the angriest facefuck Mary had ever seen…and she’d seen her fair share.

“You belong to me, little pony! You have no power! I’m going to chain you up in my basement, so I can use your holes whenever I want! You’ll never see Canterlot again! I’m going to screw you until you love me, then hate me, then love me all over again! Your life is mine, to use up and discard when I’m done with it…but that won’t be for a while yet, oh, no. I’ll take my time carving submission into your body! Submit to me, Celestia! For the rest of your life, you will be my slave!”

Erin pulled with relentless force, and there was another, louder crack.

“Slave!”

She yanked again, and small chips fell from Celestia’s horn.

“Slaaave!”

Mary felt herself tipping into orgasm. “Make her yours, Erin! Do it!”

“SLAAAAVE!”

With a noise like the finest crystal shattering, Celestia’s immaculate horn snapped off at the base.

After this, many things happened at once, as if in slow motion.

A riot of force and color burst from the sheared-off spot on Celestia’s forehead, bathing the walls, the floors, and everyone in the vicinity in a million different rays of crystallized light, passing into and through them as if mere physical bodies could not hope to stop such etheric energy.

Erin’s off-white formal dress was suddenly a coat of many hues, absorbing much of the spilled magic. The swirling patterns gave her the look of a fairy queen, or some sorceress of unfathomable power.

Her eyes rolled up into their sockets as she finally came like a stallion. Erin’s massive nuts rumbled, and her thick cock kicked over and over again as it painted Celestia’s stomach, then her slender throat, then her mouth white with come while Erin fell backwards, her ivory prize clutched in one hand.

The wide smile of fulfillment she wore on her face was the most perfect that Mary had ever seen. And as the tip of Erin’s spirit cock left the Princess’ slack mouth, it spurted one last line across her foe’s equine face, painting her long, dark lashes with sticky essence before vanishing without a trace.

Celestia reared up on her hind legs, and she whinnied — she whinnied! — at her own destruction while Julie could only go along for the ride, gibbering like a madwoman as the cock she was impaled on went out of control.

Then, Celestia gasped in surprise. She stood there for a moment, her front legs high in the air, looking like the most obscene Lisa Frank illustration ever as she also began to come.

She thrust her massive hips up into her human cock sock, bouncing Julie around enough that she started to slip off Celestia’s monstrous tool. The girl’s stomach quickly filled to capacity and beyond, splattering the floor behind her with tacky jizz while the force of Celestia’s eruptions pushed her further and further down the fat mottled slab until, with a pop and a final shower of cream, she fell off the beastly cock, landing face down and ass up in a puddle of fluids. Little Julie came and came until she passed out, still shuddering with constant tremors.

Celestia moaned as she bathed Mary, Erin and Julie, covering them all with the fruit of her nuts for the next few seconds until she finally spent herself. She crumpled to the ground with a heavy thud, just missing Julie’s insensate body, and her soft Princess cock landed against the girl’s torso. She slowly drooled the remnants of her release onto Julie’s face as they both lay there, unable to move.

Mary was also lost in her own pleasure. She squatted, knees far apart, with one entire hand in her cunt and two fingers of the other plunging deep into her thick ass as she took in the scene in front of her. The cream was forced from her pussy as if she’d had a cock herself, covering the floor under her with a lake of silky ejaculate.

The doctor didn’t stop fucking herself until she made a single wrong movement with her right foot. She slipped on her own juices, causing her to land on her big ass…and on the fingers rummaging around in her colon. The unexpectedly deep penetration caused her to scream as she experienced one last, deep come, squirting high into the air and raining her cunt cream down onto her body until, with a breathy moan, her back finally hit the hard tile.

Mary found it ironic to be so exhausted within a dream world, barely possessing enough energy to laugh at the thought. Summoning a final quantum of strength, she lifted her head to appreciate the splayed out, come-covered forms of the other three in front of her, and she chuckled again. “Ain’t no party like an alicorn party, huh?”

She could feel herself fading, which meant the dream was coming to an end. Had they done what they set out to do, or were their efforts in vain after all?

“Hey, Erin.” Though her voice was weak and reedy, she knew the reporter could hear every word. “Anything to…say to your new slave…before we adjourn?”

Erin lay in front of Celestia with both arms outstretched, eyes closed in complete relaxation. But at Mary’s words, she raised both her hands toward the ceiling. Her fingers curved inward, one at a time, until only the middle digits remained aloft.

“Too right.”

Mission fucking accomplished. She had time for one last observation before she lost consciousness.

“Goddamn, Celestia. You really do leave an impression on people, don’t you?”

Epilogue

Erin’s swank formal dress — sans the abbreviated tailoring, of course — was just as stunning in the real world as it was in her dream. She seemed to sparkle, even in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the big military conference room, while her confidence and quick humor made her more than a match for any of the dignitaries in attendance.

She was even more beautiful than the first time Mary had seen her, sitting across from her at that late night dinner, and the doctor did not need to guess why. It was said that “clothes make the man” — or woman, in this case — but that was only true to an extent. It took a measure of self-assurance to rock an outfit, and Erin had plenty, with enough to spare.

The green-and-khaki colored venue was filled with smartly dressed people milling between tables piled high with appetizers and drinks. Mary was on her third martini and starting to feel it, so she wisely kept herself away from any serious clusters of conversation as she drained her glass, switching it out with a full one from the tray next to her.

There’d been a breakthrough with the faction that was demanding more access to Canterlot magic. Sun Princess Celestia had worked hard over the past week to negotiate a series of compromises, culminating in an historic agreement, and the higher-ups had decided to put together a gala celebrating the event. Celestia herself was holding court nearby with a gaggle of presidents and prime ministers, smoothly answering questions and discussing future partnerships.

Mary seethed with jealousy; the Princess had been doing shots left and right all night, but you wouldn’t know it from the elegance and poise she was displaying. “Fucking magic,” Mary muttered as she turned back to Erin, who had struck up a lively conversation with one Lt. Kurosawa, looking sharp in her dress uniform and shiny medals. “It really does solve a lot of problems, doesn’t it?”

Mary noticed movement high in one corner of the room, and she glanced up to see a security camera moving to track Erin as she wandered the floor with the Lieutenant.

“I hope you’ve been more subtle than that while keeping an eye on her,” Mary said.

“Do not take me for a fool,” Luna swiftly replied in her earpiece. “Discretion is my stock-in-trade. The day I need your advice on surveillance is the day I retire to a farm somewhere. Maybe Sweet Apple Acres needs an extra hoof.”

“Fair enough,” Mary said with a laugh. That was the home of one of the Six Legends…Applejack, wasn’t it? Crazy that the place was still around. Even crazier that she was. From the history she’d learned of the other world, each of the Six possessed an artifact that, among other things, greatly extended their lifespans. Hundreds of years later, and they were still out there having adventures.

The mysterious Twilight was one of the Legends — the most powerful, from all accounts. If Celestia’s tales contained even an ounce of truth, then the rest of them had to be seriously strong as well, just to keep up with such a monster. And that was before she became an alicorn.

Luna interrupted her thoughts. “That said, I’m happy to say that my watch has been unnecessary. Ms. Taggart has been the model of stability for the past couple of weeks. I’m glad we were able to help her, both inside and outside the dream world.” She paused, as if it pained her to say the next sentence. “Good work, Dr. Parvotti.”

Mary hid her amusement at Luna’s reluctant praise with a bite of her olive. “Thanks, but it’s mostly been her busting her ass. A recommendation from Celestia opens a lot of doors, so it wasn’t hard to get her into the Canterlot Institute’s press corps on a provisional basis. She’s still here because, turns out, she’s good at what she does. Life’s about making the most of opportunities, and that’s exactly what she’s been doing.”

“You’re starting to sound like my dear sister,” Luna sniffed. It didn’t quite sound like an insult. “But, the Canterlot Institute? She decided on that for an organization of such importance? My word. She never did have a head for names.”

Luna wasn’t entirely wrong. “She wanted to keep it simple, and she didn’t want it named after herself. Doesn’t really matter what it’s called. The whole world will know its name soon enough.”

“Hmm,” Luna said, unconvinced. They both watched as Erin laughed merrily at some embarrassing story Kurosawa was telling about her daughter. Julie had been invited to the get-together, but apparently she was a bit under the weather. Mary couldn’t imagine why.

“Still, Doctor…your methods during the operation were certainly messier than the plan originally called for. You could have been more careful.”

Mary’s drink developed a harsh note. “Ain’t a plan in the world that survives contact with the enemy, even when the enemy’s someone you’re trying to save. Celestia and I were just adapting to Erin’s needs, and I’d say that was the right call. Besides, you know you loved it.” She decided to needle the Night Regent a bit. “Adaptability is a good thing. You should try it sometime.”

“No, thank you,” Luna said in Mary’s ear. “I’d rather figure out solutions to problems before they happen instead of taking unnecessary risks, like Celestia.”

“Is that right?” Mary downed the rest of her drink. “Guess that’s why she’s the Princess, and you’re not.”

Mary immediately regretted what she’d said, and Luna’s silence made her feel even worse. She told herself it was the alcohol talking, even as she reached for another, but that was only part of it.

She muted her earpiece, lest she make things worse with another unnecessary statement. “Some self-reflection would do you good,” she grumbled.

“I can feel my dear Youngest sulking. What did you say to her this time?”

Mary looked up from her glass upon Celestia’s approach, glad for the distraction and pleased that the Alicorn was finally able to take a breath from the depths of her diplomatic duties. A wireless transmitter, adapted to fit her equine physiology, was clipped to one ear.

“Nothing much,” Mary said with a guilty expression. “Just that she needs to stop worrying about her precious plans so much and take a leap of faith sometimes.”

“I see,” Celestia said as she floated what Mary understood to be a very old whisky neat to her lips, taking a delicate sip. “There’s certainly something to be said about jumping head-first into the unknown, but preparation and risk management are the keys to any successful endeavor. I’ve never been all that good at either, so I’m very glad the Night Regent is. We cover each other’s weaknesses, Luna and I. It’s how we’ve solved problems that might have destroyed the kingdom otherwise.”

Celestia leaned closer to Mary as she playfully lowered her voice. “Though, between you and me, I’ve always believed that a life without risk is a bit dreary. But everyone has different needs.”

Mary took a sip herself as she considered the Princess’ words. Certainly, she’d taken a lot more chances since she and Celestia had become a couple…chances that might have backfired disastrously if certain events had happened just a bit differently, jeopardizing her career or worse. Maybe she was getting addicted to pushing the envelope further and further. What would happen when her luck ran out, or when Celestia wasn’t there to make things right?

“I hear Erin’s been doing well,” Celestia said, reading Mary’s mood as the alicorn’s eyes followed the reporter. “And evidently, she’s been spending time off the clock with the good Lieutenant. I think I’ll jump to conclusions and wish them the greatest of happiness.”

Mary nodded, trying to shake herself out of her funk. “Rumors are going around, to be sure. Almost as many as there are about us. Didn’t think Kurosawa was in the relationship game, but I guess even assholes deserve a little love.”

“So to speak,” Celestia said as she took another swallow.

Mary laughed as her mood began to lighten. They both stood in companionable silence for a while, soaking in the party’s ebbs and flows.

“Say what you want to say, little pony,” Celestia said lightly as she poured herself another out of the aged bottle on the refreshment table.

Mary considered making one for herself, but the thought of her duties the next day made her decide against it. “Was it that obvious?”

“Extremely so.”

The doctor chuckled, wondering why she bothered trying to hide a damn thing from the alicorn. “I was just surprised you were willing to let yourself be…handled like that in Erin’s dream.”

Celestia gave her a flat look. “I let you fuck me in the ass the first night we were together.”

“Decorum? Please?” Mary glanced about, glad they were away from listening ears. “And that was different. That was…a power bottom situation, I guess? You were still in charge, and it wasn’t like I was trying to dominate you at the time. I just wanted to get my rocks off. I didn’t want to make you lose control like Erin did.”

The Princess’ eyebrow rose a millimeter. “Do you think I’d actually lost control?”

“Fuck no,” Mary said immediately. “I ain’t that stupid. You had things well in hand, I’m sure.” She switched out her empty with a glass of ice water, trying to pace herself some, and she took a refreshing swig. “Although I gotta say, that was some Academy-level acting. You really sold the hell out of taking that cock down your throat. And letting your horn get broken was such a nice touch,” she added, admiring the intact spiral of ivory jutting majestically from Celestia’s forehead. “That shit spooked even me.”

“Indeed? Good,” Celestia said, turning away with a small smile.

Mary wondered about the Princess’ enigmatic reaction, though she figured it was just Celestia being Celestia. Still, her earlier conversation with Luna stuck in her mind.

Unnecessary risks, huh? How far was she willing to go for a thrill?

“That’s not all, is it?” Celestia asked, without looking in Mary’s direction.

Of course it wasn’t. “Can you stop being perceptive for once?”

“I appreciate the compliment, but even Julie could tell you still have something on your mind.”

If Mary ever had dreams of developing a poker face, they were certainly dashed now. “All right. I’m sure you didn’t mean the things you said about Erin, but…” She hesitated. “I think I just wanted to hear it out of your own mouth.”

Celestia turned to face Mary in full, wearing a gentle smile that seemed to outshine every other light in the room. “There’s still some kindness in you, Dr. Parvotti.”

“The fuck there is,” Mary said firmly. She knew herself that well, at least. “It’s just that…some of that stuff hit kinda close to home, you know?” She averted her eyes, as if Celestia might be able to see into her past.

The Princess drew closer to Mary. “I won’t say that I wasn’t…excited by such role-play, but I said what I said because I believed in Erin’s ability to refute it. She’s put in a lot of work over the course of her life to get where she is, but she’s always been afraid to push herself further, beyond her comfort zone. She only needed a bit of assistance to pull her out of her rut, as we all do at times.”

“That, and a subconscious mind free of crippling fear and pleasure addiction.”

“I suppose that’s helpful, too,” Celestia said with a small laugh, but it quickly faded. “Regarding the talk about fetishes, I’d daresay I’m the last pony who should be demeaning anyone for their kinks. Erin said it best herself: your desires are part of you, but they’re not the only things that define you.”

“I know that,” Mary said with a sigh. “I know that, but…these days, it feels like I’ve been letting my desires override my better judgment. Thinking with my cunt, I guess. The past couple months made me realize I’m not the person I thought I was, and I’m trying to figure out what that means. This is your fault, by the way. Maybe we should organize an expedition into my head, too.”

Too late, Mary sensed that she had once again stuck her foot firmly in her mouth. Her breath caught in her throat, thinking that Celestia might show contrition for her part in the doctor’s upended mental state. Instead, she gave Mary a measuring stare.

“Do you know why I wanted to fuck you so badly?”

Mary swallowed, but she met the Princess’ steady gaze with her own. “Because of that perception we were talking about?”

“No. Because I saw you checking out my ass. That, and I could smell your dripping twat from across the dining room. You were so ripe and ready, I almost took you right there on the table.”

A flush colored Mary’s cheeks, and her heart began to throb in her chest. Celestia’s way of discussing the filthiest subjects with the same tone she might use in a policy meeting always drove her wild, and she knew the Princess was doing it on purpose.

Mary moved her hand with a casual slowness, surreptitiously making contact with Celestia’s invisible cock. Even with this light touch, she could tell it was quickly filling with blood, growing harder and thicker by the second.

“So, Erin was the appetizer, and I was the main course?” Mary whispered.

“And little Julie was a tasty dessert,” Celestia replied as her voice deepened into a growl. “But right now, I’m in the mood for something much more substantial. More…filling.”

Mary felt Celestia’s unseen prick throb mightily in her hand, and she could wait no longer. “Let’s get out of here,” she hissed. “I’ve been in an anal mood lately for some reason, and I want to see how much of this fat fucker I can fit in my-“

“Celestia! Can you hear me?”

Luna’s panicked voice burst out of Mary’s earpiece. She considered giving her shit about ruining the mood, but something about her tone made her hold her tongue.

“I’m here,” Celestia said into her own wireless mic, speaking with professional curtness as she stepped out of Mary’s personal space. “What’s happening, Night Regent?”

“I…I’ve just received a report from one of my agents. I’ve checked and double checked its accuracy, and it looks sound. Still…it’s so hard to believe, after all this time-“

“Stop dancing around the subject, Youngest,” Celestia said bluntly. Mary saw unusual lines of tension around her eyes, as if already knew what the subject was. “What did you find out?”

Luna took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before continuing.

“Sister…we've found her. At last…at long last…we’ve found Twilight.”