Speaking Lies and Breaking Down

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.