Speaking Lies and Breaking Down

“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?”