Lessons of the Faithful

Sun Princess Celestia lay on her side like a sick mare, thrusting into nothing again and again with legs spread while her mighty cock hosed come into the air, covering Mary and the sand between them with fat white ropes. Surrounded by her crystalline creations, Twilight watched the Princess’ orgasm with an imperious expression, allowing the autonomous bodily reaction to take its full course as the effects of her spell faded, returning them all to the present day.

The scalding rain of Celestia’s semen was a hot bath that soaked Mary to the bone, shocking her out of her magical reverie as the thick cream coated her, making the light sundress stick to her curvy body like a second skin. She had been standing when she first saw the flash of Twilight’s spell, but now the intensity of the vision combined with Celestia’s natural response made her pitch backward onto her plush behind, and Mary’s mind reeled as it stumbled through the emotional wreckage of what she’d just witnessed.

Celestia simply stared at the fallen Mary as she unloaded her balls all over the doctor, her face a smooth, blank mask of calm, even as her hips jerked and she groaned with the power of her climax. Only someone like Celestia could keep a modicum of composure after being confronted with such an appalling scene, but what was the alternative? To cry, to scream? To accuse? To lie? A Princess had to be beyond such emotional outbursts, even in the face of tragedy, and so she mustered what control she could while her body betrayed her.

And yet, there was a despairing intensity in Celestia’s shadowed eyes, almost like a plea for help. Mary realized the Princess was trying with all her strength not to look at Twilight as she came. The doctor glanced at the legend to see what Celestia was struggling to avoid, and the problem immediately became clear.

It was impossible to separate the Twilight of the past from the version in the present. Mary felt an ache in her temple as her eyes swam with double vision, overlapping both versions of the young alicorn into a strange amalgam, terrible yet vulnerable. The phenomenon was certainly a strange after-effect of the powerful mental spell, but that didn’t matter. Mary could scarcely look at Twilight without feeling a combination of shame, remorse and heartbreaking sadness, and she hadn’t even been originally involved.

Celestia knew her limitations. If the Princess caught a glimpse of her former student in this state, she would be lost, and all the self-control in the world would not save her.

“Look at me,” Mary rasped as Celestia fought to maintain her sanity. “That’s it. I’m right here. Come all over me. Drench your little pony in your royal love. I want it all, pretty Princess. Give it to me.”

Mary hoped Celestia couldn’t hear her racing heart. Her gentle words sounded hollow in her throat. Nothing seemed adequate to describe the magnitude of those unlocked memories. As an academic, she considered herself a seeker of truth, but when the truth was this destructive…would she want to know, if dropped into Celestia’s hooves and given the choice? Mary couldn’t decide. It was just too much.

For now, the doctor could only guide her lover through her ruinous orgasm, and as she coaxed the Princess along in her crisis, she noticed the twinned version of Twilight looking from one of them to the other and back again, no doubt trying to figure out who was dicking down who in their strange relationship. Mary suddenly felt terribly exposed, like the last human on Earth, and she hoped the the legend wasn’t making decisions about the fate of humanity based on herself as a representative. She didn’t want to deal with that on her conscience, too.

Gradually, Celestia’s wild comeshots began to lose their volume, the strain on her face lessened and her balls squeezed the dregs of their emissions through her turgid prick. As the Princess’s hips gradually slowed their pumping, a pearlescent splash touched one of Twilight’s purple front hooves.

The paroxysm of rage that twisted the young alicorn’s typically impassive features sent a hot spike of panic into Mary’s guts, causing her to stumble as she talked Celestia down, and for a terrifying instant the doctor thought they might both be struck dead out of sheer spite. But the expression vanished almost as soon as Mary saw it, like a fleeting shadow, making Mary question her own vision.

No. She had seen the towering resentment there, and the relief Mary felt at still being alive afterward shamed her. Whatever her job was here, she wouldn’t be able to do it if the fear of having her atoms scrambled by a wroth Twilight caused her to hesitate in a critical moment. They had to assume that they were dealing with a somewhat rational actor, instead of a vengeful demigod on a power trip. Otherwise, they were in for a very rough — and very one-sided — negotiation.

Celestia’s forced crescendo at last came to a tremulous end, and drizzles of cream pulsed out of her massive cock, now soft and quiescent, though no less frightening. The Princess panted like she’d just run cross country as she tried to stumble back to her feet, but her trembling legs failed her and she fell back onto her haunches, spraying sand from the impact of her wide, sun-emblazoned ass. Mary had never seen Celestia show so much weakness outside of the dream world, and she had to keep reminding herself who her partner was. Even now, the Princess certainly had a plan to stave off Twilight’s anger and repair their severed bond. Right?

Right?

Twilight strode through a forest of floating crystal as she approached Celestia’s crumpled form, there on the beach. Her sharp eyes flickered from the fat cock still drooling quiet pulses of come upon the sand, to the Princess’ face, reddened from exertion. The double vision was gone now, leaving only the present Twilight, and Mary could see the flicker of resolve in Celestia’s expression as she finally looked up to meet her former student’s gaze. They regarded each other for a while, each lost in their own endless thoughts.

With deliberate slowness, Twilight raised her come-stained hoof. Flecks of sand stuck to the creamy splatter, tacky as fresh pudding, and Celestia followed the appendage like a baby bird, seemingly fascinated by its volume and texture. The younger alicorn brought the hoof to within an inch of the Princess’ mouth, then she waited expectantly, like someone used to being obeyed without question. Much like Celestia herself.

Mary wished she could have heard the mental battle that must have raged in Celestia’s head in the two seconds between Twilight’s provocative gesture and the Princess’ next action, but the result of the internal conflict was clear. Carefully, as if touching a precious thing, Celestia’s serpentine tongue extended, caressing the stained surface as it slurped the issue from Twilight’s purple-tinged fur. The Princess took no notice of the grainy contamination, only looking up at her former student in abject contrition as she shoveled the slimy fluid into her muzzle.

Celestia dutifully swallowed every drop she could reach, showing her empty mouth after consuming each gobbet like a good pony before going back for more, while Twilight ran her other hoof through the Princess’ rainbow mane. The motion looked almost affectionate — an outside observer might think the legend was spoiling a beloved pet. Looks, of course, were deceiving.

“I almost did it,” Twilight said in a soft voice as she stroked Celestia’s flowing locks, allowing the Princess to continue her worship. “There at the end, I mean. Exactly what you thought I was going to do. What you wanted me to do.”

The come was all gone now, yet Twilight slowly turned her wrist, making sure Celestia left no spot uncleaned. “But then, I remembered the spell I’d been working on, the one that I’d decided never to use, unless…there was no other choice.” Her laugh was the sound of falling ashes. “Too dangerous, you see. It’s risky for both the caster and the subject. If I’d messed up even the tiniest bit, I would’ve lobotomized both of us.” She gave another rueful chuckle. “Win-win, right?”

The tide was coming in. Mary felt the spray of the ocean against her skin as she touched her own tongue to her lips, tasting the jelly-like coating of Celestia’s seed. There was something strange in the air — was it the smell of the sea water? Mary couldn’t focus well on such errant thoughts, as she was still feeling the aftershocks of Twilight’s history lesson.

As Mary sat up on the sand she stripped off her useless white lace panties, now completely saturated in her cunt cream, tossing them out into the surf. She wondered if she could risk speaking, then she shook her head angrily at her own indecision. They were here to talk, and since Celestia was…emotionally indisposed at the moment, the task fell to her.

The cornerstone of negotiation was information. So, Mary started with the obvious question.

“What happened to Luna?” The doctor tried to put as much confidence into her voice as possible. She was pretty sure it wasn’t enough.

Twilight turned her head to look at Mary. “After I…adjusted Celestia, I did her, too. It was a little easier the second go-round, since I was able to take my time. I didn’t want to destroy her mind. She was also a victim, after all.”

The implications were clear. “There were a lot of victims that day,” Mary said. No fear. No fear. “A lot of blame to go around, too. The whole thing was kind of a tragedy of errors, the way I see it.”

“Errors. Yes.” Twilight’s reply was more subdued than Mary expected. “But tell me, Dr. Parvotti. From one scientist to another, tell me more about the way you see it. I won’t pretend you’re unbiased, but speaking simply for yourself…what’s your verdict?”

“I’m the last one who should be sitting in judgment over others,” Mary said quickly. That was for damn sure. “The only thing I can say is this: what’s done is done. And as screwed up as it sounds for something so fucked, you just have to…move forward, I guess.”

Mary wiped gobs of semen from her drenched sundress as she spoke. “Not much to say beyond the basics. Live your life as best you can, you know?” She peered up at the young alicorn. “Unless, of course, you’ve already made your decision, and you’ve spent the past few hundred years cooking up your revenge. If so, we’re all kinda wasting our time…but I don’t think that’s the case.”

Twilight’s pert nose wrinkled into a sneer as she pulled her spit-shined hoof away from Celestia’s tongue, causing the Princess to bleat a pathetic whimper. “How perfectly noncommittal. I see you’ve learned a lot from Celestia about spouting platitudes. Let me give you one of my personal favorites, then: don’t underestimate the motivating power of vengeance.” She turned to the ocean, letting the sound of the waves cool her anger. “Imagine they don’t teach that in Sunday school, though.”

Mary started to demur, remembering the whole ‘vengeance is mine’ thing from her long-ago classes, but the remark died in her throat as she caught a glimpse of Twilight’s backside. Celestia groaned, seeing the same thing, and her flaccid cock gave a twitch of recognition.

The doctor had been wondering what kind of equipment Twilight was packing, but it wasn’t the fact that the legend had a cunt that was so shocking. Even calling it a cunt seemed insufficient, somehow, like calling a giant sequoia a plant; this was a gash, a cavernous cooze wide enough to admit a spread hand while just brushing the thick, rubbery outer lips. The blown-out orifice dripped with ribbons of cunt cream, and the silky emissions oozed down her thighs in molten strings, leaving a growing puddle between her legs. As Mary watched, the cherry-sized clitty throbbed, and a fresh stream pulsed from deep inside her ragged slit, splattering upon the sand below.

Twilight gave a half turn backward, knowing immediately what had caught their attention. “You finally noticed. I’m afraid I tend to get…juicy when I’m aroused,” she said, flagging her tail to give the others a better view. “It looks like all of us were affected by our little journey, in one way or another.”

Twilight’s horn flickered with purple light, and the sodden cunt lips opened wider, blooming like a purple rose. The red inside of her channel pulsed with her excitement, and Mary could easily smell the intense musk on the oceanside air. The doctor found her mouth watering, wondering if her guess about the taste of that pussy might turn out to be true. It was looking increasingly likely that Mary would find out, but to what end, she had no idea.

“It took months to put myself back the way I was,” Twilight said as she showed herself off to her guests, watching them both closely to take in their reactions. “As much as I hate to admit it, I have nowhere near Celestia’s skill at bodily manipulation. The process was slow and painful, but I pulled through.”

Twilight sauntered over to where Mary lay, giving a twist to her hips as she walked, knowing that Celestia’s eyes were locked on her exceptional cunt. “I could have fixed my vagina, too, but I didn’t. I left it just as Celestia did, stretched-out and ruined for any penis smaller than a battering ram. This is my stigma, my act of remembrance.” She looked down at Mary, giving her a tight smile. “Do you think I’m being dramatic, Dr. Parvotti?”

“Goddamn right you’re being dramatic,” Mary said immediately. “But I daresay you have a good reason to be, so I don’t hold that against you. Besides,” the doctor added, slipping two fingers into her own cunt as she watched the secretions pool underneath Twilight, “it’s a killer look. You should rock it.”

“A sensitivity superheroine, this one. But you should tell that to the partners I’ve had over the years,” Twilight said as she positioned her nethers above Mary’s face, coming about so her own muzzle was over the doctor’s splayed legs. Mary tried not to flinch as the younger alicorn’s rear hooves dug into the sand on either side of her head. “Bit demoralizing for a lover when they can’t reach the sides. Bit like throwing a hot dog down a hallway. Not exactly conducive to a second date.”

“Point taken,” Mary conceded as she stared up into Twilight’s glorious twat. Ropes of cream dripped out of the wide open cunt, splattering the doctor’s neck and upper torso, mingling with the royal come already covering her body and turning her into a double-glazed donut, reeking of sex and the sea. “Looks like we’re finally getting to the part in the negotiation where we talk terms. Although, I don’t think this is what the handbook means when it suggests starting from a position of strength.”

“Then the handbook needs a new edition,” Twilight said as she observed Mary’s plunging fingers. “But, what’s this about terms? You think I haven’t already done what I set out to do?”

“I’m not an idiot,” Mary said, annoyed despite the overt display of dominance. “You didn’t come here just for show and tell. Turning Celestia into a dog begging for treats, while hot as fuck, doesn’t require my presence. Now, what do you actually want?”

Twilight gave a small laugh, and Mary was amazed once again at how utterly devoid of mirth the sound was. “I figured a doctor would have more patience, as it were. That’s a good start, though. You should always be thinking about what I want. Let’s see…”

The alicorn squatted over Mary’s face, bringing the messy gash closer. Thin strings drooled onto the doctor’s cheeks and mouth, yet she resisted the urge to taste the delectable juices. Vorfreude.

“I think we’ll start with cunnilingus, and go from there,” Twilight decided as she settled herself into position. “Right now, what I want is relief, and I’d rather not have that up against my privates,” she said, gesturing with a hoof toward Celestia, who was stroking herself to new hardness while watching the two of them with a needy expression. Her long tongue was lolling, almost touching the sand. “So, get to it. And make it good.”

“About fucking time,” Mary muttered as she extracted her hand from her cunt before reaching up with both hands to grab Twilight’s star-spangled ass, pulling her down to her hungry lips. She started with the marble-sized clit, and she moaned as the gushing cunny sprayed fragrant girl jizz all over her chin. She slurped mouthfuls of cream into her hungry mouth, gulping it down like nectar while rubbing her face all over Twilight’s stretched-out cunt, loving the surprisingly soft feel on her olive skin as her nose tickled the thick anal ring just above. And the taste-

“Grape soda?” Mary sputtered as she extracted her mouth for a quick breath. There was even a fizzy tingle on her tongue…all in all, it wasn’t too far from what she’d predicted. “Okay, no way this is natural. Was this your idea? I mean, I’m not complaining, exactly…”

“I haven’t…goodness, oh, my…I haven’t completely lost my sense of whimsy, Dr. Parvotti. And it does fit my whole theme.” Mary thrilled at the heat in Twilight’s high-pitched voice, while the young alicorn impatiently ground her blown-out cunt against the doctor’s experienced mouth. “Now, if you have time to talk, put that tongue to better use. Do as I tell you…that’s it. Very n-nice.”

Twilight sighed in rare contentment. Mary immersed herself in the legend’s oozing cunt, enjoying the sugary sweetness, and rich, glucking swallows were just barely audible over the surf.

Twilight glanced over at Celestia, still beating her massive meat as she watched her former student gently twerk her cute butt over Mary’s face. The Princess’s ears were flat against her head, and Mary thought she could hear plaintive mewling sounds, soft and sad. Twilight must have heard, too, because she let out a cruel laugh that hitched into a moan as she took her pleasure.

“Oh, poor thing.” Mary could hear the emphasis. “It’s no fun to be left out, is it? But, you’re not done yet. You need to finish cleaning up after yourself…nnn, so good…b-before I grant you the privilege of orgasm.” Twilight ran a hoof over Mary’s body, just avoiding the lines of come still decorating the doctor’s skin. “Hurry, Celestia. Hurry and eat. Make your little thrall sparkle.”

Celestia quickly got to her feet, having at last recovered — physically — from the magical brainfucking she’d endured. Her tail wagged like a Samoyed’s as she padded across the sand to the other two, and her monster cock trailed fat drops of precome as it pulsed beneath her barrel.

Celestia avoided meeting Twilight’s gaze, bending to her task as she ran her obscene tongue along the inside of Mary’s thighs, collecting everything she could slurp up before slipping around the doctor’s reddened cunt. She teasingly avoided the area, making Mary hump her hips in protest as Celestia licked the issue splattered on her mons and belly.

The Princess used her sharp horn to slice open Mary’s soaked sundress, tossing away the ruined cloth before moving on to the doctor’s cute tits, capped with hard brown nipples. She feasted on the layers of spunk and cunt cream covering breasts that gently wobbled with Mary and Twilight’s rhythms, and when those mounds were spotless, her searching tongue slipped across the doctor’s upper chest and neck, looking for more.

Mary’s whole body felt electrified, like a conduit between positive and negative. In her bliss, though, she noticed that Celestia was careful not to touch Twilight’s gushing pussy in any way. The Princess learned quickly, it seemed.

Twilight’s rear legs quivered as she luxuriated in Mary’s service. “Nnn…human mouths are perfect for this kind of thing, I’ve found. Just small enough to get into all the sensitive places.” She followed Celestia’s motions as the Princess laved clean every inch of Mary’s skin she could reach. “I do believe you’ve…ohhh…found your calling, Celestia. What was the title again? ‘Princess of Come Disposal’? As long as I’m giving gifts…oh, eat me, Doctor…would you like that?”

Celestia nodded vigorously as she continued to fill her mouth. Twilight’s girlish titter at the response was loaded with menace.

“Nnn…I’m glad you understand your place. I’ve met a lot of ponies who didn’t, who thought they were smarter, or stronger, or more devious than me. They all learned their lesson, every single one…sometimes too late, but they learned.”

Twilight hissed as Mary sucked her pulsing clit like a lollipop, releasing a fresh spray of juices across the doctor’s body and soaking Celestia’s muzzle in the process.

“Oh…oh, your mouth is so nice, Doctor. But please don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re an equal party here. I’m going to teach you your place, too. I’m sure you’ll be fine, though. And if you continue to…ahhhnnn…please me, I’ll be generous with my rewards. Just like I’ve been with Celestia.”

Basking in sheer pleasure, Twilight spread her purple wings wide, as if everything underneath them served to exalt her and her alone. “I’ve given her something precious, you see: unvarnished truth. I’ve lifted the scales from her eyes, so she can see with her whole heart exactly what she did to me that afternoon. She should be thanking me on her knees every day for such grace…and I’ll make sure she does.”

Mary felt Celestia stiffen, but the Princess continued her dutiful jizz cleansing as Twilight went on heedlessly. “Because you see, Doctor…my gift isn’t really a gift. I require payment for my services, and my price is not cheap. So, let’s make sure we all understand each other, unequivocally.”

Twilight’s face distorted into an ugly sneer as she addressed the Princess, and her voice was that of a ruler passing sentence. “Celestia. In exchange for truth, as well as the continued existence of the human world you’ve grown so fond of, I demand…well, everything. You, and all that you own. I want your kingdom, your treasures, and your magic, on call at my whim.” Twilight paused, savoring the moment. “Of course, ‘everything’ includes your lovers. Starting with one Dr. Mary Parvotti.”

Mary had been wondering all along if Twilight could truly be reasoned with. If there was still some trace of the old leader of the Six Legends, who saved Canterlot time after time from threats far and wide, they might be able to come to some kind of compromise. But as the doctor heard the deep, yet justified fury behind Twilight’s proclamation, she began to doubt that there was any room for such here. Righteous anger was a hell of a drug.

Celestia trembled as Twilight gave her terms, but the schlick-schlicking of her hoof against her fat Princess cock increased in speed and intensity as she greedily slurped down her former student’s juices. Mary could only hope she was just humoring the young alicorn, instead of seriously considering abdicating the throne and becoming Twilight’s slave.

If Celestia was acting, though, she was bucking for an Oscar.

Mary gasped as she struggled to take another breath. Strings of cream extended between her full lips and Twilight’s messy cooze as the legend raised her hips a little to give the doctor some air. “I’m…not a fucking baseball card,” Mary said, mustering all the indignation she could with a chin slathered in cunt cream. “Neither is a kingdom. She can’t just pawn us off to cover a debt. Now, just for the sake of argument — and I’m pretty sure I know the answer to this, but I’ll ask anyway — if I told you to go fuck yourself, what would you do?”

Twilight chuckled darkly, as if anticipating the question. “I’d applaud your misplaced bravery. Then, I’d clap, like this.” She put her hooves together once, twice, three times. “Lastly, I would ask you two questions. First: do you know how much salt is in the ocean?”

Mary hesitated, thrown off by the strange answer. “I…the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

Twilight put one hoof into her gaping pussy, going in almost to the wrist. Mary had a front-row seat, watching the cunt cream ooze around the plunging limb, and rude sucking sounds splurted from the young alicorn’s core as she dug deeper, bringing herself off with practiced efficiency. “Mmm…it’s about…three percent, give or take. Here in the Atlantic, it’s a little higher. Doesn’t sound like much, though, does it? Not…nearly enough to sustain all life on the planet. The balance is…nnn…so, so delicate. Only a little push…and everything…falls apart.”

A growing sense of unease began to form in Mary’s mind, and Twilight moaned shamelessly, getting off on the doctor’s disquiet. “That leads us to the second question. What would happen if all that salt simply…vanished? Mmm…put that fancy Ph.D to use, Dr. Parvotti, and imagine how long it would take for the world to implode. Months? Weeks? What havoc would it wreak on your ecosystems? It’d make for a fascinating experiment, wouldn’t it?”

Mary heard a choking sound as Celestia raised her head, her feast momentarily forgotten. “That’s…you can’t…”

Twilight’s eyes bored into the Princess as her face became a mask of fury. “Silence! You have not been given permission to speak!” With her other hoof, the legend grabbed the back of Celestia’s head and slammed it down to the sand, between Mary’s legs. “Lick her c-cunny! Do it! Let’s see if you can give pleasure, instead of just taking it!”

Celestia whined, but she rushed to obey, sucking the juices out of Mary’s furry cunt with her prehensile tongue. The doctor had been on a hair trigger for a while, and she grunted, not wanting to enjoy that magical tongue. However, she was helpless before such talented munching, sharpened to perfection over weeks of practice. When Celestia encircled her fat clitty and gave it a suck, Mary knew she was lost, and her hips left the ground as she came.

The stream of hot liquid made a hissing sound as Mary fed the Princess with her spicy squirt. It wasn’t quite as voluminous as Twilight’s gushers, but it was more than enough to fill Celestia’s swallowing throat.

Twilight moaned, unable to control the jerking of her ass as she enjoyed Mary and Celestia’s distress. “NNNggg…too fast…I wanted this moment to last a little longer. It’s already done, you know? The desalinization process is in motion. Even if you killed me, you couldn’t stop it. Although I almost want you to try, so I can see the looks on your faces as I stomp them into the dirt. The orgasm from that…would sustain me…the rest of my life…oh, goodness!”

Mary’s eyes strayed to the crystal sculptures floating along the shore, shining in the noonday sun — crystals that, she realized with a shock, were made of pure, ultra-compressed sodium chloride. She imagined similar glyphs all over the world, pulling salt out of the waters in a beautiful apocalypse and turning the world’s oceans into seas of death, with the rest of the planet soon to follow. All while Twilight schlicked over the remains.

“This…isn’t a negotiation. I’m going to r-rape you, Dr. Parvotti.”

Twilight spoke through clenched teeth as she went over the edge, spraying Mary and Celestia with a deluge of sticky cream as she humped the air, covering them both head to toe with her mess. “Aggghhh! I’m going to rape you, and that thing’s going to w-watch! Aren’t you?”

Celestia didn’t respond, still eating pussy as she was ordered to, but there was no hint of resistance in her eyes. Even as Mary basked in orgasmic ecstasy, she despaired. It was a combination of emotions she never wanted to experience again.

No student of yours could ever get away with their innocence intact. Mary wished she hadn’t said such a thing, even as the truth was hoof-fucking herself right above her.

“Get comfortable, Dr. Parvotti,” Twilight growled in her afterglow, sensing Mary’s thoughts. “That goes for you too, creature. You’re b-both in for a long, long day.”