Anointed

by Shakespearicles

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: A New Generation, Zipp Storm, Sex, Queen Haven, Porn, Fetish, Pipp Petals
Length: 3890

Before magic returned, for a pegasus to gain flight, they must first be royally anointed.

Before magic returned to Zephyr Heights, for a pegasus to even have a chance to gain the gift of flight, they must first be royally anointed.

And the only way to do that is with: Queen Haven's Golden Shower.

An extra kinky request gift written for PUBLIQclopAccountant.

Part of the Summer Sin Celebration 2022 annual clopfic exchange.

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Tags: [Watersports] (in case it wasn't abundantly obvious).

"A masterpiece of the celebration." - Yoshikage Kira

"Aww man, it's so wrong that I like this." - accidentallyoffensive

Published 2022-06-25 03:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2022-06-25 03:30:03 UTC

Queen Haven's Golden Shower

You can't win if you don't play.

That was the motto for the Zephyr Heights lottery. For one single bit, a pegasus could buy a ticket to a chance to win big. But being one in a city of nearly four million meant that the odds of winning were just as long. Some ponies called it an 'idiot tax' for the foolish to be parted from their money. Even so, most ponies played every day.

The lucky winners were offered a choice: Between collecting the jackpot, or a chance at gaining the gift of flight, like the royal family.

Ponies rarely took the cash.

Queen Haven sat in her throne, wrapping up the last of the day's royal business. She sipped the last of her wine from her glass. Her attendant stood nearby with a bottle on ice, waiting for her signal.

"Was there a winner for today's lottery?" Haven asked her scheduling assistant.

"Yes, Your Majesty," he answered.

"Oh, good!" she said, waving for a refill. "To the top, please, and then off with you," she dismissed. He filled her glass and then bowed before departing the room along with the rest of the staff until only the queen and her daughters remained. "Zipp?"

Princess Zipp sighed. That was her cue to go escort the winner into the throne room. She hated this part of the day. As she walked to the door she mentally begged, "Please just take the money this time."

She opened the door and a young stallion stood nervously on the other side with the winning ticket. She waved him in and she gave him the clipboard with the acceptance forms on it.

"Just sign here to accept your winnings-" she started to explain.

"I could get a chance to fly!?" he blurted out.

Zipp's fake smile faltered. He was just like all the others. Chasing a dream.

"If you sign this form, you will get all of your winnings..." she repeated.

"But I could get a chance to fly!" he said again with even more desperation.

She didn't want to lie to him. She flipped over the first page to the second one under it. "If you sign this form, you forfeit your winnings for... a chance at gaining flight." She put extra emphasis into the word. He reached for the pen, but she pulled it away. "Please read the whole form first, sir!" He pursed his lips impatiently and took the clipboard from her to read. It was only a few paragraphs and the languages wasn't complicated. "Now that you are fully informed, are you absolutely sure you still want to-"

He grabbed the pen from her and signed the second form.

Zipp sighed and took the clipboard back from him. "Follow me." She led him across the throne room and pointed at the spot in front of the queen's throne. Zipp showed the signed form to her mother and then took her place sitting beside her. On the other side of the queen, Princess Pipp took out her phone to start filming.

Queen Haven cleared her throat. "This is your signature?" she asked, holding the form up to the camera.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"You have elected to forfeit your winnings to instead be anointed?" she asked.

He stared at the floor. "I have," he answered.

"Look at the camera and say it," Pipp said with practiced routine.

He looked at the camera as she focused on his face and he repeated, "I have elected to forfeit my winnings to be anointed."

"You understand that anointment does not guarantee flight?" Haven asked.

"Yes."

"And you fully understand what is involved?"

"Yes."

"Very well." Haven folded the form and gave it to Zipp to seal in an envelope and file away with all the others. Zipp took one last look at the pitiful stallion before she left the room, grateful to be absent for the next part.

For her part, Pipp was only too happy to stay and keep filming.

"Now then, what do you wish to have blessed?" Queen Haven asked.

"I- I want to be able to fly!" he said.

Queen Haven held up her glass and gave her wine a gentle swish. "You have better chances if it's done orally," she suggested. He looked unsure for a moment as he seriously considered it before shaking his head. "Just your wings then?" she asked.

"Yes."

"As you wish. Approach the throne," she instructed. He stood directly in front of her. "Turn around and sit." He did as he was told and sat on the floor in front of her, facing away.

Queen Haven drank the rest of her wine and set her glass down. She leaned back in her seat and put each of her hind legs up on the corners of her armrests, spread-eagle. With her free hooves, she spread her pussy lips and relaxed her held bladder.

Pipp leaned over to get a better angle and her camera followed the golden liquid as it began to arc out from betwixt Haven's legs with practiced aim, to where it splashed onto the feathers of the stallion's wings. The queen shifted her hips slightly, aiming it back and forth across both of his wings, taking precise care to ensure thorough coverage for the lucky pegasus. The stallion sat there as he felt the warmth of Queen Haven's golden shower running down his back until her stream slowed to a trickle.

The queen finished and sat back upright as prim and proper as though nothing had happened. "There you are. Arise, my little pony. Anointed!"

The stallion stood up, dripping with the queen's anointment. He turned to look at her, "H- How long before I-" Queen Haven gave a terse clearing of her throat. The stallion backed away from throne and bowed. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. Thank you for your generous blessing."

"You're welcome!" she replied, before waving him away.

Zipp opened the throne room door from the hallway. She looked at the drenched stallion and directed him to exit out the castle's back door. It was bad enough that she had to smell it. But what was worse were the nights when the ponies came back out dry. Because she knew what that meant.

"Kneel," Queen Haven said the following night to the next winner. Just as the other before him, he had forfeited his winnings.

The stallion did as he was instructed and knelt before her throne. The queen assumed the position once more, putting her legs up on either side of her throne, presenting herself to him.

He looked at her in mild confusion. "So... do you want me to just...?"

Haven opened her mouth at him, "Ah~"

He opened his mouth, "Ah?"

She put her heel against the back of his head and pressed his face into her pussy. "Deep breath," she advised. No sooner did he do so than she began to flood his mouth. She took him by surprise at first and he started to panic. "Uh uh! Swallow!" She held him firm with her leg and put her hoot over his nose. "Swallow it." He winced and started to swallow, and she filled his mouth just as fast as he could empty it. She ran her hoof through his mane. "There's a good boy. Drink it all now. It's good for you. It'll give you big strong wings, like my daughters."

Pipp grinned from behind her camera. She could see his throat flexing with each gulp while her mother's firm grip on him let barely a few yellow drops escape the corners of his lips. Haven didn't let him go until she was certain that he had swallowed every last bit she had given him. When at last her leg released him, he fell away onto the floor and wiped his mouth with his hoof. Haven sat back upright as she looked down at the pony.

He looked queasy after chugging well over two pints. Even so, he eyed her half-empty glass of wine. "May I please have some wine?"

The queen scoffed at him. "You dare! Such avarice! After all I've given you!"

He bowed his head to the floor. "No, of course! Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty!"

"Hmmf. Yes yes, I'll forgive you, this time." She waved him away. "Out with you now."

He bowed again and dismissed himself. Zipp met him in the castle hallway to direct him to the castle's rear exit. He stopped to ask her, "Hey, has Queen Haven heard-"

Zipp took a big step back away from his breath. "Dude, do you want a mint or something?"

"Sorry." He blushed and grimaced.

"Hey, you're looking a little green around the gills," Zipp said. "If you're gonna be sick, take it outside!"

He shook his head. "No, I'll be fine." Suddenly his eyes went wide and he put his hoof over his mouth just as his cheeks ballooned.

She took two more big steps away and pointed at the open window. "Dude, window's right there!" He looked at the window and then back at her. He shook his head and clenched his eyes, swallowing it back down. Zipp winced at him. He stood there a moment and he just took a few careful breaths.

"Can't waste it," he murmured and then walked to the exit.

After seeing that, Zipp felt like she was the one that was going to be sick.

"All three of you won?" Zipp asked.

"We were all in the same office lottery pool," one of the mares said.

"So we're splitting the prize," another said.

"And none of you want the cash?" Zipp asked as all three of them signed a copy of the second form.

"Well, duh, of course we want the money..." the third mare said.

"But we'd rather be able to fly."

"And be beautiful."

"And have gorgeous manes!"

Zipp sighed and escorted the trio to the throne. She gave the forms to her mother and turned to leave. She didn't know with whom she was more disgusted, her mother, or everypony who kept choosing this every time. She stepped out of the throne room.

"My, my! Three lucky mares tonight?" Queen Haven greeted. "And you all wish to be anointed?"

"Yes, please!"

"I'll need all my wine for this," Haven said as she drank the rest of her glass. The other mares watched excitedly.

"Um, actually-" one of them spoke up.

"Oh? Cold hooves?"

"No no! We were just wondering if Princess Pipp could anoint us!" the other said.

"We're just such huge fans!"

"Pipp Squeaks for life!"

"Pipp Pipp hooray!"

"Aw, I can't say no to that," Princess Pipp said. "But my mom gets to go first."

"Oh my gosh! You would both anoint us!"

"We'll be like, double lucky!"

"We'll be sure to fly after this!"

Queen Haven leaned back in her throne and spread her legs, "Alright ladies, gather close together now."

They crowded together kneeling in front of her throne. Haven's hooves spread her pussy and relaxed her bladder onto her enthusiastic targets.

"In my mane!"

"On my wings!"

"On my face! Please!"

The three mares greedily pushed and shoved each other out of the way to get as much of the queen's golden shower as they could for themselves.

Haven just smiled and kept it coming. "There's no need to fight, ladies! Your generous queen has plenty anointment for everypony!" She shifted her hips and aimed her stream from side to side in a sweeping motion, making sure drench all three of the mares from mane to hoof. "Say ah if you want nice, bright teeth!" They all opened their mouths, and she made sure to give all three of them a generous helping.

As her stream slowed, all three of them leaned forward and converged together at the edge of the throne to catch the last few dribbles.

"Alright, my turn!" Pipp said, passing her phone to her mother. The three mares shifted over to sit in front of the princess's throne. They opened their mouths expectantly. "No, no, I've got a special treatment for my loyal fans. Turn around."

They turned around and looked back at her over their shoulders. "Like this?"

"Alright, now bend over," Pipp said. "Chins to the floor. Face down, ass up!" They did as she said. "Get those tails up!" They all flagged their tails and presented themselves to her. "Now spread 'em!" Each of the mares reached back with their wings, using the tips to spread open their pussies. "Alright, nice!"

Pipp leaned back in her chair like her mother had done and with a little coaxing she let it fly. With a bit of aiming, she got it into the first mare. "Bullseye! This will be sure to make you irresistible!"

"I can feel it!" the mare squealed. "I can feel her anointment inside me!"

"Me next! Me next!" the other mares begged. Pipp shifted her aim and got it into the next mare, and then the third, filling each of them like a carnival game. Queen Haven smiled with pride as she filmed her daughter anointing the mares until her stream slowed to a final stop. The three mares carefully got up on their hooves, cupping their leaking marehoods to try to keep as much as they could inside.

"Thank you, Your Majesties!" they all said together.

"You're quite welcome, my dears!" Queen Haven said.

"Walk gingerly now, my Pipp Squeaks!" Pipp said.

The three of them took her advice and walked very carefully out of the throne room.

Zipp opened the door for them and kept her distance from the three drenched mares leaving a dripping trail and wet hoofprints. Not one of them had a dry spot on them. Their manes and tail hung heavy with wetness, clinging to their stained fur.

"Oh my gosh, guys! We just got, like, double anointed!"

"I feel like, so blessed right now!"

"I know, right!? Stallions are gonna wanna bury their faces in our kitties now!"

"Damn, I practically want to, myself!"

"No way! You just want to slurp out Pipps anointment! Drink your own!"

Zipp opened the back door castle exit. "Well, there's the exit!"

"Psh! See you in the skies when we start flying!"

"Please, just take the money!" Zipp begged.

"We don't need the money. We're not poor," the stallion said, signing the second form before passing it to his wife.

"We know it's a long shot, but we are trying for a foal, and we want them to have every opportunity," the mare said as she also signed the second form. "We are not doing this for ourselves." Zipp could not convince them otherwise. She escorted them to the throne and delivered the signed forms.

"Trying for a foal?" Queen Haven asked. They nodded. "Well, Pipp here has a technique that will be sure to help! And between the two of us I think you'll have a good chance!" The two guest smiled and hugged each other in glee. "Pipp, why don't you take the lead tonight while I finish my wine?"

"Sure thing!" Pipp said. "Ma'am? Over here." The mare stood before her. "If you're trying for a foal, I'll need to anoint the appropriate area." The mare blushed and understood. She turned around and presented herself to Pipp. Pipp leaned back in her seat and readied her aim. "Sir? You can help open her." The stallion squatted beside his wife and spread her pussy with his hooves. "Are you ready?"

"He looks ready," Queen Haven said, spying his erection.

"Good. I hope he's ready to use it!" Pipp said as she started. Already close to the mark, she only needed a little adjustment to quickly fill the gaping marehood. She looked at the stallion. "Say ah." He opened his mouth and she filled that to before going back to the mare. She started to overflow.

"Mount her!" Pipp commanded. " Mount her now! Anoint your dick!" The stallion scrambled to his hooves to mount his wife, plunging his dick into her already-filled pussy, causing it to gush everywhere while Pipp anointed his balls from behind. "Now pull out!" He did, and Pipp aimed into the mare to fill her again. "Now, again!" More of it splashed out, soaking their legs as Pipp gave the last of her anointment on his balls.

As Pipp finished, Queen Haven waved to them, "Madam, it's your turn, over here." She motioned to her spread legs. "I hope you're thirsty." The mare nodded and knelt to place her mouth over Haven's vulva. "Breed her!" Haven commanded the stallion. "Breed her now!"

The stallion mounted his wife again, and the moment he did, Haven began her anointment. The mare looked up at her with worried eyes. "Practice those breathing exercises," she said to the mother-to-be. The mare was able to take a quick breath before she had to start swallowing. "That's a good girl. Keep swallowing it all. Remember, you're drinking for two, now."

More of Pipps anointment kept splashing out of the mare as the stallion kept humping, keeping her face pressed into the queen's pussy. The mare's resolve was starting to waver. "Keep going," Haven coached her, "I'm almost done."

"Me too," the stallion said.

Haven finished just in time for the mare to finally catch her breath and for her husband to hilt her one last time. From where she was sitting, Pipp could see his dick throbbing and pulsing as he came inside his wife. The mare's legs quivered and she moaned in orgasm as a muffled vibration into the queen's pussy.

"Goodness, that's a new one!" Haven said with a blush.

The two of them backed away and the mare put her hoof to her mouth. "I already feel pregnant."

"You almost look it," Pipp said, pointing at her full belly.

"A good sign!" Haven said with a cheer, sending the couple on their way with good tidings.

In the hallway, Zipp wanted to tell them everything. She wanted to tell them how pretty much everything they just did would do the opposite of helping them conceive, let alone lead to a stronger, flying foal. But it would have done no good to the ponies who believed in it so blindly. The stallion helped his wife walk on shaky hooves to the castle's back door.

Zipp sighed. "Good luck with the foal."

Zipp walked back to the throne room where her mother and sister were watching the new videos on her phone with their hooves between their legs. "Look at that, look at my aim there!" Pipp said. Haven watched from over her daughter's shoulder as she helped preen her wings.

"You guys can't keep doing this!" Zipp scolded.

"Oh, not this again," Pipp groaned. "You're ruining my vibe here!"

"We're not doing anything wrong," Haven said plainly before she resumed preening.

"You're lying to ponies!" Zipp said. "They think that by doing this they might be able to fly, or be more attractive, or be able to have stronger foals!"

Haven rolled her eyes and finally looked away from the screen. "There isn't a word of lie in those forms. There's no guarantee of anything."

"You say it could double their chances of flying!" Zipp said.

"It's still true." Pipp said with a smug grin. "Two times zero is still zero."

"And besides," Haven added, "all the revenue we bring in through the lottery means we barely even need taxes! Everypony can enjoy that! All that money goes to municipal parks and museums and schools."

Zipp huffed. "I bet it doesn't hurt that you get to send the odd pony home with a belly full of your bullshit and clop off to the video of it later."

"It gives ponies hope!" Haven said. "We are a city of pegasi that can't fly! These ponies need hope! And if providing that means letting ponies drink my-"

"Letting!?" Zipp interrupted.

"Yes! Letting." Haven repeated as she and Pipp switched places, letting her daughter preen her while she spoke to Zipp. "Every single lottery winner that has come through that door had a choice! A choice that you, yourself, gave them. And they chose hope over material wealth!" She shimmied in her damp seat a little. "And if that means me getting my jollies off in the process, then so much the better."

After what came known to be the "Starscout" incident, those who witnessed the Pipp wirework snafu learned that not even the royals could fly. Many were none too pleased to have taken Queen Haven's golden shower for nothing, leading to a mob that was keen to return the favor, and ultimately imprisoned the deposed and drenched queen.

But when magic returned to Zephyr Heights and pegasi became able to fly, some believed at first that it was the effects of the anointment finally kicking in. But word spread quickly that even those that hadn't been anointed were able to fly as well.

The lottery continued as it had. Though the revenue was stemmed by everypony taking the cash prize now.

"I really need this," the winning stallion said to Queen Haven as Zipp brought him the clipboard. "Ever since everypony started flying again, my rickshaw taxi service went out of business."

"Sign this form to collect your prize," Zipp said.

The stallion took the pen and looked over the form. He flipped the page and looked at the blank back of it. "Wasn't there an anointment option?" he asked. Pipp snickered.

Zipp tilted her head at him. "You know that was all fake, right? It didn't do anything for anypony. It was a lie. You can already fly now, can't you?"

His wings fluttered and he floated up before landing again with a shrug. "Yeah, I know." His eyes drifted towards Queen Haven who had now perked up in interest. "I was just wondering if that was still an option though."

"No!" Zipp said. He looked disappointed. "I mean, not officially... Why would you even want that!?"

He shrugged again. "What can I say?" He licked his lips. "That's why I played all these years."

Queen Haven sipped her wine. "You want it for its own sake?" she asked.

"Well... yeah," he answered.

Haven stepped down from her throne. "On your back. Lay down!" she commanded. He did as he was told. She stepped over him and straddled his face. "This is what you want?" she asked.

"Mmhmmff!" He let out an enthusiastic, if muffled response into her pussy.

Queen Haven guzzled the rest of her wine.

Zipp appeared beside him. "Dude! Just sign the form and take the money! You just said you lost your job and you need it!"

They both ignored her and Haven gripped his mane with her hoof as she started to fill his mouth. He swallowed as fast as she could give it. "Oh, I've missed this!" Haven purred. "Pipp, bring me another bottle of wine!" She looked at the gleeful stallion under her. "You need a job? I could make this a paid position for such a loyal citizen! To be my royal throne!"

He had already won the lottery. But now he actually felt like the luckiest pony in the world.