Speaking Lies and Breaking Down

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.