"Just like the magic inside of you..."
The crowd's applause shook the floor beneath Icarus Wing's hooves as Princess Pipp Petals finished the last song of her set. He couldn't help but be caught up in the fervor of the crowd as he hooted and hollered with the rest of them at the amazing performance.
Their princess was absolutely dazzling on stage, her soft wings fluttering as she danced her curvy body through the air. With all the grace and elegance of a royal, she descended to the stage, giving the crowd a polite bow as she spoke into her microphone again. "Thank you, Zephyr Heights! I love you all, my Pippsqueaks, and I'm ever so grateful that you came here tonight."
From the shadows, another mare stepped out onto the stage, her multi-colored mane contrasting sharply with her white coat. "Let's give another round of applause for my awesome sister!" Princess Zipp commanded, her tone brooking no disagreement as she wrapped a wing around Pipp.
Not that there would be any. The crowd erupted in applause once again as Pipp and Zipp shared a long, tight hug, pressing their bodies together as their lips smiled in bliss.
"Wow, could they be any more obvious?" Next to Icarus, his friend Rainshower rolled her eyes as she watched the display. "Might as well just start making out on stage."
His other friend Swift Feather snorted. "If they wanted it to stay a secret then Princess Zipp really needs to stop randomly threatening ponies that hit on her sister. It's getting pretty hard for everypony to pretend we don't know they're fucking on the reg."
"Whatever, they're royalty." Icarus shrugged. "Us mortals don't have to understand their games."
The royal sisters made their exit, and the audience slowly began filtering out of the concert hall. "Hey, we're gonna go hit up Cloud Nine and get wasted," Swift said as they followed the crowd. "You want in?"
Icarus shook his head. "Nah, I've got something better to do." He pulled out the special ticket from his saddlebag with a cocky grin. "Backstage pass, baby. Gonna hang out with Princess Pipp."
"Damn." Rainshower whistled at the shiny pass. "You lucky dog. Well, you don't have to wait around on our account. Go have fun, Icarus."
"And remember not to put any moves on the princess when her sister's around," Swift reminded him. "Don't wanna have to visit you in the hospital or hunt you down when you get disappeared to some frozen wasteland."
"Will do." Icarus snapped off a mock salute before taking his leave.
It took a few minutes of following the signs around, but he finally made it to the restricted part of the concert hall. The guard examined his pass thoroughly before letting him through with instructions on where to find Pipp. A few minutes later, he found the princess sitting in front of her dresser, taking off the last of her accessories. He cleared his throat to draw her attention.
"Oh, hey, Icarus!" Pipp beamed as she saw him. "So glad you could make it!" She rushed over to him. "Did you like the concert?"
"You were beautiful," Icarus replied. "And you sang like an angel."
Pipp giggled. "You say the nicest things." She reached out and brushed his cheek with a hoof as her voice dropped low and sultry. "Keep that up and I just might show you where flattery gets you."
Icarus glanced around nervously, before noting that the room was empty.
Pipp giggled again at the sight. "Don't worry, Zipp had to go do some royal stuff for Mom, so it's just us tonight." She pulled him closer, until their muzzles were inches apart. "C'mon, I've got a private studio here where nopony will bug us." She pressed a kiss against his lips, quick yet passionate and sweet.
With a grin, Icarus followed behind, enjoying the sight of Pipp's rump swaying seductively back and forth as she walked.
This was going to be a good night.
"You haven't mentioned us to anypony, right?" Pipp asked a short time later as they caught their breaths.
They were still clutching at one another, Icarus's dick slowly softening after experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm inside the plump pony princess' pussy. Pipp was so soft and tight, and the way her ass jiggled when he pounded it was nothing short of pure, pornographic art.
Honestly, he was surprised Pipp could still talk after being fucked silly by him. The moans and screams of ecstasy she'd given him with every tiny movement of his prodigious girth would star in his shower fantasies for a very long time.
Bringing his mind back to the present conversation, Icarus shook his head. "Nah, babe. I just told my posse that we're friends."
"Okay, good," Pipp said. "I'd hate for Zipp to find out about us."
"Don't worry about her," Icarus assured her. "I won't tell her if you don't."
Pipp looked troubled at that. "You really don't want her to find out," she warned with uncharacteristic seriousness.
Icarus shrugged. "You're worth whatever royal heat I might end up catching." His hoof slid down, rubbing slow circles around Pipp's pudgy ass. "And speaking of heat, let's see if I can't screw those worries about your sister out of your brain."
With a giggle, Pipp pulled him close, locking their lips together as they started Round Two of what promised to be a very long night.
A month later, Icarus was on his tenth drink at Cloud Nine, hanging out with Rainshower and Swift Feather again.
"So, you gotta tell us," Swift Feather was saying. "What's up with you and Princess Pipp? You've been over at the palace so many times, and you've gotten backstage passes to, like, all of her concerts. No way you're just good friends."
Icarus laughed. "Can you keep a secret?"
His two friends downed their rest of their drinks before nodding effusively.
"Pipp and I are fucking," he declared, puffing his chest out in pride. "I'm pounding that princess poon on the reg."
Rainshower's eyes widened. "Damn, bro." She let out a low whistle.
"Is she a good lay?" Swift Feather asked. "I mean, she's smoking hot but for all we know it's like sticking your dick in a dead fish. Maybe she's a pillow princess or something."
Icarus laughed. "Nah, bitch loves it rough and isn't afraid to say it. Pretty sure if her bed wasn't royal-made we'd have broken it by now."
"Damn," Rainshower repeated as she started on her next drink. "Aren't you scared of her sister?"
"Meh, worth," Icarus replied. "What's she gonna do, glare at me a bunch? Even if she gets me fired Pipp'll just make it right. I'm sure they wouldn't want the princess' lover being a homeless bum. Anyways, don't tell anypony, alright? Don't want to get Pipp pissed and lose out on that pink pussy."
Swift fired off a crisp salute. "Your secret's safe with us, loverboy."
The waiter walked pass, putting down another flight of shots. "Compliments of the gentlemen over there." He pointed at a pony wearing a guard uniform, nursing a drink in the corner of the bar. "Says he's doing this as a royal favour."
Rainshower laughed. "Guess there's some perks to fucking a princess, huh?" She grabbed the closest glass. "To good times with good friends!"
"Hear hear!" In a single gulp, Icarus downed the burning, foul-tasting liquid, gasping and sputtering afterwards. "What in Equestria was that?"
The other two, who were reacting in a similar fashion, shook their heads. "No idea," Swift said between coughs. "Guess your princess has shit taste in drinks. At least the sex is good."
"Yeah." The world was getting even more blurry. It looked like the drinks were catching up to Icarus. "Alright, I should probably get go— going." He stumbled over the last words, his voice slurring even more.
"T-That's probably a—" Rainshower didn't even finish her sentence before her eyes closed and she collapsed onto the table.
"Rainshower?" A moment later, Icarus felt the darkness around his vision close in, consuming his consciousness until he joined his friends in forced slumber.
The first things Icarus felt when he woke up were the chains biting into his flesh. Each of them was clamped tightly around one of his legs, pulling him apart in an almost-painful spread-eagle position.
At least the bed he was lying on was soft enough, but as the situation finally percolated through his brain, panic filled his thoughts and he began thrashing about, trying to break out of the chains and only making the pain in his legs worse.
His head also turned from side to side, trying to get a better sense of his surroundings. It looked like he was in some kind of dungeon, the kind from the movies with gray stone walls and whips and chains hanging from racks strewn about. The room was lit by braziers laid out in the corners of the room. From his vantage point, Icarus could also see some kind of wooden cross, a set of stocks, and a wooden horse.
"Mmph, mmph!" A familiar voice sent a chill down his spine as he also saw a pink pegasus mare tied to a chair on the other side of the room, her forelegs bound behind her back and her back legs spread apart and tied to the legs of the chair. A ball gag had been crammed into her mouth, preventing her from speaking.
Their eyes met, and Icarus saw his own fear reflected in her eyes. "Pipp?" he asked, rather redundantly. "What's going on?"
"Oh, good, you're both up." The new voice drew the attention of both bound ponies, and they looked towards the door to find their captor trotting inside.
Her gait was casual, but her whole body radiated malice, an almost palpable aura of menace that pulsed out with every step. Icarus could see the anger in her eyes as she stepped towards them. "P-Princess Zipp?" Icarus managed to stammer out. "What's going on?"
"Oh, I think you know the answer to that already, Icarus." Zipp was standing over him now, and Icarus could see the full force of the anger raging within her as he felt a hoof clasp around his neck. "I've had ponies tailing you for a while now, and I know what you were bragging about at Cloud Nine." Her grip tightened, cutting off his ability to speak or breathe.
Zipp was a strong mare, her hoof never faltering as Icarus thrashed against his bond, desperately trying to dislodge her and gasp in some of that precious, precious air. His mind was already getting foggy as panic drained him of his oxygen faster than normal.
Undeterred by his suffering, Zipp spoke on. "That's why I got one of my guards to spike your drink. Your friends'll wake up tomorrow with no memories of what happened, but you're not gonna be that lucky. Before we go any further, though, I wanna hear the truth from your own disgusting mouth."
Finally, Zipp released him, and Icarus had never been so grateful for air in his life. He gasped in as many breaths as he could take, not knowing when he would have this opportunity again. "I— I swear, I didn't do anything without her permission!" Icarus hoped against hope that Zipp would believe him. "Please, Pipp consented to everything we did!"
For a moment, it looked like Zipp was going to relent. Her expression softened as she walked over to Pipp, dragging the chair over so that she was only a few hooves away from the bed. "Is that true, Pipp? Did you say it was okay for him to touch you?"
To Icarus' immense relief, Pipp nodded, her eyes watering up as she tried to plead with her sister through her gag. "Prmmph, I mmphed mmph!"
"I see." Without warning, Zipp's hoof lashed out, striking Pipp across the face in a vicious slap. Pipp's agonized groan was muffled, but her tears flowed freely from the blow as Zipp snarled at her. "And who said you could let others touch you? We've talked about this before, Pipp— your body is mine and I'm the one who gets to decide what you do with it."
"Mmph Sorrmph!" Pipp tried to apologize through the gag.
"Yeah, me too." Zipp sighed. "Now I have to deal with the bastard that defiled your body."
With that, she turned her attention back to Icarus, whose fear had returned in full force. "Please, your highness, I'm sorry!" he begged. "I didn't know you two were a thing!"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it." Faster than he could process the action, Zipp's hoof smashed into the center of his belly, driving the breath out of his lungs. "I don't like it when ponies play with my toys, and you're about to find out the hard way what happens to those that do."
"No, please, merc—" Before Icarus could finish begging, Zipp struck him again, this time on the shoulder, sending sharp pain radiating through his chest. "Your high—" Another blow to the stomach, and Icarus almost retched.
"Shut up, worm!" Zipp screamed, fury blazing in her eyes. "You touched my sister! You don't deserve any mercy!"
With practiced strength backed by rage, Zipp beat the poor, bound pegasus over and over again, each time hitting a different part of his body. With each blow, the pain intensified, layering on the previous blows until Icarus' couldn't remember what it was like for his chest and head to not be in agony. He tasted blood on his cut tongue from when the princess had hit him hard enough to knock out a few teeth, and Zipp's hoof was beginning to be tinged red, even though the pegasus showed no signs of slowing.
There was no way to brace himself, no pattern to the princess' anger as she rained pain and suffering upon her hapless subject. Even his pleas had devolved into mindless grunts and moans of pain, and breathing made all the muscles in his chest burn.
At some point, after Icarus had heard— and felt— a couple of his bones cracking under the abuse, he was blessed with a reprieve, with no new blows to intensify his ordeal. Though his body still hurt, and each breath sent sharp lances of pain coursing through his body, Icarus was able to look up through his swelling eyes at Princess Zipp, who was panting with exertion, specks of blood marring her normally pristine white coat.
"Look at what you made me do," she growled, her attention fixed on Pipp as she gestured at Icarus. "Why can't you just stop lifting up your tail for other ponies?"
"Mmmph mmph!" Pipp strained against her bonds, the tears staining her coat as she struggled to free herself.
"Is it worth it, making me mad just so that you could have some fun with this?" Zipp rubbed a bloodied hoof against Icarus' sheath, slowly coaxing his dick out. "Gross. There's no way this could ever satisfy any mare."
Suddenly, her hoof stomped down on his balls, and Icarus let out a high-pitched squeal as his mind went blank with pain.
"And now, they never will." Another blow, and even though he knew it was coming, there was no way to prepare for the sensation of having his most precious jewels crushed once again. All he could do was scream out into the room, hoping that this torture would be done soon.
"Actually, let's just make real sure of that." The third blow hurt just as much as the first two, and now Icarus' throat hurt as well from the repeated abuse of his vocal cords.
Without any hint of gentleness, Zipp grabbed his dick and balls in her hoof, showing them off to her sister. "Still think he's hot stuff now?"
Pipp shook her head, sobbing quietly. "Pmmph, jummph leph phim ho."
"Too late now." Zipp grabbed her sister by the neck, her hoof gripping hard and making her pleas grow more frantic. After a few seconds, she released her. "I'll get to your punishment later. For now, I need you to see what happens to the ponies that try to take what's mine."
She walked over to the closest brazier, pulling out a long iron rod with a sigil glowing red at the tip. "I found these in the Archives a few months ago. According to the records, a long time ago we used to use them to brand criminals, so that ponies everywhere would know what they'd done. I was thinking we should bring them back for some crimes."
Icarus' eyes tried to widen as he pulled uselessly at his chains again. "Please, your majesty. I swear I'll never go near her again."
"Not. Good. Enough." Zipp held the brand over Icarus' cutie mark for a few moments, letting the fear settle into his heart. "This one was used to punish thieves," she explained before pressing the red-hot metal against his flank.
Icarus screamed, the pain in his ravaged throat nothing compared to the deep, all-encompassing agony that wracked his mind as the metal seared his flesh. It hurt so much, an endless inferno that had no beginning or end. Some vague part of his mind that wasn't absorbed into the black hole of suffering was aware of the smell of burning meat, a pungent, stomach-churning aroma that had him retching between his screams.
Even when Zipp finally pulled the brand away, the burning sensation in his flank remained, drilling deep into his body until his whole leg was pulsing with shocks of pain. "Please," Icarus gasped out, his voice hoarse and raspy. "No more. I can't..."
"Yeah, I'm getting pretty tired of you too." The band dropped to the floor with a metallic clang that echoed through the dungeon. "That's something else Pipp needs to be punished for, making me waste my time with some lowlife like you when I could be with her instead."
The cacophony of pain continued playing through Icarus' body as Zipp walked out of his view for a moment. When she returned, she held a hammer and a set of nails in her hooves. "I think it's time we finish this up, so I can go on to more important stuff."
Icarus gulped at the sight of the cruel smirk on Zipp's muzzle. He spared a glance at Pipp, who was sobbing loudly next to him, and hoped that the elder princess would at least be kinder to her own sister, but he knew that hope was in vain. With all the torture he was experiencing, there was no doubt that Pipp was in for much worse.
He could only pray that his end would come soon.
Pipp was in absolute agony.
Not for the first time, she wished there was a vibrator nestled in between her hindlegs so that she could properly enjoy the show. As it was, she was almost dripping with how wet she was at the sight of Zipp lifting up the wooden cross and placing it next to the bed.
Her sister was so strong, and Pipp always got so worked up seeing her muscles get put to good use. The fire burning in her loins was becoming almost unbearable, and Pipp strained against her bonds in an attempt to somehow rub herself against something to get some relief.
It was all for naught, though, as Zipp was far too experienced at tying her up and ensuring she couldn't move an inch. All she could do was sit and watch as Zipp unlatched the chains from the bed, dragging Icarus down before securing them to the cross instead. Icarus tried to fight her, but he was far too weak, and seeing Zipp physically overpower him as she bound him to the wooden planks sent another wave of wetness gushing through Pipp's folds.
"Please, your majesty," Icarus was pleading, his once cocky voice now reduced to desperate begging. It sounded so much better. "You don't have to do this."
"That's where you're wrong." Zipp placed the first nail over Icarus' left forehoof. "I told you, I have to teach my sister what happens when she lets other ponies touch her. Again."
The hammer slammed down on the nail, and Icarus let out a shrill shriek as it pierced his hoof and was driven into the wood. "Not to mention, I'm still really pissed at you for trying to take what's mine, so there's that too." Another strike of the hammer, to drive the nail deeper in, and Icarus screamed again.
The sound was sweet music to Pipp, who found herself growing even more aroused at the sound. She wanted to beg Zipp to touch her, to hurt her or pleasure her or do anything to her, but that would've ruined everything.
And so, she continued to cry. With practiced eased, she forced the tears out as she shouted muffled pleas through her gag. Luckily, she was a natural at acting, and neither pony doubted her performance as a damsel in distress as this display of passion continued on for her amusement.
It took a few more strikes to secure the nail in place, at which point Zipp moved on to the other forehoof.
"Watch," Zipp commanded as he secured the other hoof in place with brutal efficiency. She was done playing now, done drawing out the torture, and was focused on getting this done as fast as possible while still giving Pipp a show she would remember forever.
Her sister was so breathtakingly beautiful as she worked with a fervor backed by rage, forcing Icarus' back hooves together so she could secure those too. Pipp marveled at the artistry displayed as Zipp proceeded to grab two sharp metal hooks and pierce each wing with one, drawing out another agonized scream from Icarus.
Finally, she raised the cross until it was vertical. With her back legs keeping it stable, she attached the hooks to the cables hanging from the ceiling, and Icarus groaned in pain as his wings were forced to anchor the cross into a vertical position, placing intense strain on them. Pipp could only imagine how much that must hurt, and the thought nearly made her come without any stimulation.
"There." Zipp took a moment to admire her handiwork before turning back to Pipp. "Take a look at your lover now." When Pipp turned away to stare at another wall, Zipp trotted over to grab her head and force her to stare at Icarus as he struggled to draw breath from his position on the cross.
He was beautiful. Sure, Pipp had found him pretty enough to sleep with before, but now, with his body broken and bloodied, strung up in a perversion of an angel's pose, she was able to experience his true form as a sacrifice for her pleasure.
And she had one pony to thank for giving her this work of art to enjoy.
"Look at him!" Zipp screamed, her voice filled with a passion that set Pipp's heart aflame. "Look what you did to him!" She ripped the gag off from Pipp's muzzle. "What do you think of your lover now?"
"I'm sorry!" Pipp wailed, sobbing. "Please, Zipp, I love you!"
"And only me, right?" Zipp pressed, looming over her, splotches of blood staining her white coat.
Pipp nodded, sniffling. "It's always been you, Zipp," she said, completely honestly. "You're the only one who owns my heart."
"I own all of you," Zipp hissed, slamming her hooves against the chair as she leaned in close. "Your body, your mind, your soul. You're all mine."
Pipp's nodding grew more frantic. "Please," she pleaded. "You don't have to do this. You're the only mare for me, promise."
Zipp shook her head. "You said that last time, too. It's alright, though, this time I'll beat the sluttiness out of you. Can't have my sister being a whore, right? You'll thank me for it afterwards, okay?" Her eyes narrowed as she repeated, "Okay?"
Pipp gulped, disguising her shiver of anticipation as one of dread. "No, not again, Zipp." She wiggled against her bonds for good measure. "Please don't use the whip on me again."
"Sorry, Pipp." Without an ounce of mercy, Zipp got up and walked over to the rack on the wall, grabbing the whip before standing a short distance away from her. "This is for your own good." She raised her foreleg, and the whips shot out towards her.
Pipp heard the crack first, and then a moment later the searing pain against her belly registered in her brain. It hurt so much, but the pain also set off the pleasure centers in her brain, and she moaned as she finally received more of the rough treatment she'd been longing for. It was Paradise and Tartarus at the same time, just the way Pipp liked it.
"Please." If Zipp hadn't been so absorbed in her righteous fury, she might've realized that Pipp was begging for more abuse, rather than a reprieve.
As it was, she simply raised her foreleg again. "You have to learn, Pipp," Zipp replied. "I love you so much, and it hurts so much to see other ponies putting their filthy hooves on you. You need to understand my pain, so I'm gonna give some of it back to you."
The whip cracked again, making Pipp squeal in pain as she tried to hide her pleasure at the torment. Her hindlegs quivered, arousal building up as her body ached for release, a counterpoint to the sharp sting against her thigh.
The third blow landed against her side, and Pipp let out another grunt as she gladly bore the brunt of Zipp's rage.
Again and again she was struck, and each time Pipp had to bite back the instinct to thank her sister. She was, not for the first time, very glad that she possessed incredible acting skills. Instead, she kept her satisfaction inside as she switched between staring up at her avenging angel of a sister and the lover she had condemned to an excruciating death twitching upon the instrument of his demise. It was a perfect composition of contrasts.
Of course, when the final lash landed right on her marehood, Pipp had no need to temper her reaction. The scream she let out was so loud that she saw Icarus wince in response, his bloody face scrunching up at the sound.
Agony overwhelmed all of Pipp's pleasure for a moment, her world becoming nothing but pain. Her breathing came out in short pants as her hindlegs writhed, trying desperately to close and protect her most sensitive areas from further harm. Of course, the bonds held firm, keeping her at Zipp's mercy.
Pipp looked up at her older sister with renewed fear, her plea genuine this time. "I'm sorry, Zipp. I promise I won't ever be with anypony except you." For once, she meant her promise, would do anything to avoid feeling this same pain again.
Zipp nodded, frowning at her. "You know, I almost believed you there for a sec. But that's okay, I know how to make sure you know exactly who owns your body."
She stepped away from Pipp, walking past Icarus and barely even sparing him a glance as he continued to moan quietly, his breathing growing more and more laboured. "Help... me..." He begged, his words falling on deaf ears as Zipp focused on her task at hand.
From the table in the corner, she picked up a sharp, serrated knife with a white hilt emblazoned with her cutie mark. Pipp shivered at the sight of it, her arousal already returning in full force.
Zipp returned and pressed the flat of the blade against Pipp's belly. "You know, maybe I should make sure the whole world knows just who you belong to." Drawing a cold line towards her flank, Zipp began lightly tracing circles around Pipp's cutie mark with the tip, the pinpricks of cold steel reinforcing her dominion over her sister. "If I carved my cutie mark over yours, nopony would ever be able to forget."
For a moment, Pipp almost asked Zipp to do it. The thought of wearing her beloved's symbol on her at all times, of showing all of Zephyr Heights just who owned her completely, made her heart flutter, and the satisfaction of wearing her sister's cutie mark, of having it become a part of her— well, that was a union she wanted more than anything.
But Zipp could never learn the true depths of Pipp's obsession.
So Pipp cringed and wiggled her flank in a scared way rather than a seductive way (though she knew Zipp would find the display erotic anyways). "No, Zipp, please, you can't! We have to keep our love a secret."
"Do we?" Zipp scoffed. "What do I care about what other ponies think? I don't even want to be Queen— I just want to love you, and hold you, and own you completely."
Pipp's heart melted at that declaration. "You are mine," she pleaded, keeping up her charade. "You know it, and I know it, and that's all that matters."
"Hmm, I guess you're right." To her immense disappointment, Zipp moved the knife away from her flesh, instead using it to quickly slice away her bonds. "And now you're going to prove it, before I decide to carve my cutie mark into that pretty little flank of yours. Get up."
Her legs still shaking, Pipp nonetheless did as instructed, resisting the urge to hoof herself to orgasm on the spot. She had better self-control than that, for now.
She heard shuffling from behind her as Zipp moved about the room, but she knew better than to turn her head. Zipp would get to her when she was ready, and Pipp couldn't wait to see what happened next.
"Since I love you so much, I'm going to let you lube this up before I take you properly," Zipp explained as she moved around towards Pipp's front. Around her waist, the crown princess now sported a strap-on that was larger than any Pipp had seen from her before. "What do you have to say to me in return?"
"Thank you, Zipp." Given how wet she currently was, it likely wouldn't have been a problem either way, but it was the thought that counted and that warmed Pipp's heart. Her sister was always so understanding, despite the circumstances.
"Good. Now, give your sister a kiss." The way Zipp said the word "sister," in the same tone as "Mistress" or "Owner," sent a thrill down Pipp's spine.
"Yes, Zipp." Of course, she still had to play the reluctant slave here. Against all her instincts, Pipp slowly leaned forward to wrap her lips around the dark shaft. It was hard and unyielding, just like its wearer, and nothing like a real stallionhood, though that didn't make it any lesser to Pipp as she lovingly fellated her sister, bobbing back and forth slowly while grimacing to keep up her charade.
After a few seconds of the slow blowjob, Zipp grabbed her tightly by the head. "And here I thought you were sorry." She held Pipp in place, stopping her from moving. "Guess you've still got a little more to learn."
With that, she thrust forward, forcing her way down Pipp's throat until she gagged on the phallic intruder. In short order, she was choking on the strap-on, her body screaming for air as her throat tried to dislodge the blockage obstructing it to no avail. Unbidden, she began to thrash against Zipp's pelvis, but her head remained firmly locked in place.
Eventually, Zipp released her, pulling the strap-on out until it rested on Pipp's lips and allowing her younger sister a few gasps of air before plunging her down on the shaft again. "That's more like it," the older princess said as she began thrusting leisurely in and out of Pipp's throat, uncaring as to how much she sputtered or gagged against it.
After a few minutes of abusing her mouth, Zipp pulled out all the way, leaving a thin strand of saliva connecting them together still. "Alright, good enough," she said, looking down imperiously on her toys. "Turn around."
Pipp did so, and this position allowed her to look Icarus right in the eye as she prepared to be taken by Zipp. Stars, but he was pathetic. All his swagger and his Nice Guy routine in public, but when he met a real mare like her sister he begged for mercy all the same.
Knowing Zipp couldn't see her, Pipp smiled at her former lover. They were all the same, the endless parade of mares and stallions that Pipp had taken to her bed. Full of dominance with Pipp, but nothing compared to Zipp. She'd had to imagine her sister in their place in order to even achieve her release, and her afterglow came from thinking about what was to come.
In the end, they all begged for mercy, and Pipp enjoyed every moment of it.
The look of shock and betrayal on Icarus' face was the perfect sight to grace Pipp's eyes as, at last, after all her waiting, Zipp finally claimed her completely.
The strap-on slid into her marehood with no resistance, Zipp drawing out the moment as she pushed in inch by tortuous inch, letting Pipp feel every little bit of the plastic toy as it parted her folds. Her back legs tensed as she clamped down on the instrument of her pleasure, ecstasy and relief flooding her mind.
Pipp let out a satisfied moan as Zipp finally hilted into her, her pleasure finally overwhelming her ability to act like she hadn't wanted this from the start. Zipp was too caught up in her own passion to notice, anyways.
"Ah," her older sister said, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as she finally hilted inside of Pipp. "There we go. Now you're finally back where you belong." She pulled out of Pipp slowly. "Under me." And then, she slammed herself back in.
Pipp yelped at the sudden invasion, but before she could even finish processing what had happened, Zipp began fucking her in earnest, every thrust quick and hard and so deep that Pipp could hear and feel their hips slamming together. The world ceased to exist beyond that point of joining and the intense sensations that Zipp was forcing onto her.
"You slut!" Zipp screamed as she screwed her sister into the floor. "I give you all of my love, devote my whole life to you, and this is what I get in return? Well, now you get to find out what it's like to get fucked!"
Pipp took all of Zipp's anger, letting it course through her body and fan the flames of lust burning within her. She let out a wordless moan as Zipp thrust particularly deep inside of her, her legs nearly giving out and sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"Tell me, can anypony else give you this? Answer me, Pipp!"
"No!" It was brutal, and yet, despite it all, there was love in every one of Zipp's motions. Pipp knew this, understood that the fiery anger and possessiveness were how Zipp showed she cared, and Pipp adored her for it. "You're the only one for me, Zipp!"
She could see Icarus' heart break as he heard those words, the crucified pegasus finally slumping down as all hope and light left his eyes. Though his physical death would come soon enough, Pipp could see that his soul had shattered, and that only added to her pleasure as Zipp continued her assault on her nethers.
"This is how it's meant to be," Zipp said. "You as my lover, my marefriend, my possession, my sister. No other ponies between us. Why can't you understand that?" There was pain in her voice, pain that came through despite the rage that radiated from her whole body.
"I'm sorry!" For a moment, Pipp meant it. She didn't like hurting Zipp, not like how Zipp liked to hurt her. That was a quintessential element of their duality. One sister to give pain, and the other to receive. One to own, and one to serve.
One who celebrated life, and one who celebrated its savage ending.
Pipp knew that Zipp didn't like to kill, and it pained her each time she forced her sister's hoof. But, Pipp had needs too, and right now, the immense pleasure she felt, the sense of satisfaction at fulfilling her half of the bargain, all of it overwhelmed her guilt, and she soon found herself swimming in a sea of bliss as she felt her peak grow closer.
"You're mine!" Zipp declared, pounding away behind her, every stroke carrying with it all of the passion that Pipp loved about her. "I love you, Pipp, and I'm never going to let you go!" She reached around to grab Pipp by the throat, cutting off her breathing. "Never! Even if I have to kill you too!"
It was too much. The physical pleasure mixed with exquisite pain, Zipp's declaration and passion, Icarus' suffering. All of it swirled about in Pipp's mind as she struggled to breathe, and this final deprivation broke the dam holding her release back.
Waves of euphoric pleasure washed over Pipp as she tried to shout, every stroke now sending flames of lust coursing through her body. Her mind could only think of life, and love, and death, and Zipp, who embodied all these things, and with a silent scream, she gave herself over to her orgasm as her mind finally faded and darkness consumed her.
Pipp woke up in her bed.
The first thing she noticed was how fresh everything smelled. The metallic stench of blood was gone, replaced by a faint floral scente coming off from her sheets. It was her favourite, and she took a deep breath as she slowly opened her eyes with a smile.
"You're up!" The loveliest sight greeted her: Zipp, standing by her bed, a look of immense relief on her expression.
"Zipp?" The memories from before her slumber were slowly coming back to Pipp. Icarus, the dungeon, Zipp's passion and being choked into unconsciousness. "You brought me up here?"
"I'm so sorry." Once again, Zipp followed her part of their dance perfectly. Her contrition was genuine, written on her tear-stricken expression as she picked up and softly stroked Pipp's hoof with her own. "I don't know what came over me. You know I love you and would never hurt you if I could control myself, right?"
"Shhh." Despite her lingering aches and pains, Pipp reached out to put a hoof against Zipp's lips, silencing her. "I still love you, silly. You just get really passionate sometimes, and I love that about you." She paused before delivering her next line. "I'm sorry for cheating on you too." Once again, in this moment, she meant it. She hated herself for hurting Zipp, for allowing another pony to touch her, all for a thrill that had now passed.
Zipp sighed. "Compared to what I did, I probably can't judge too much. It's my fault too, for not spending as much time around you. From now on, I'm going to stick to you like glue, so you won't ever stray and force me to do that again, okay?"
Pipp grinned. "Of course, Zipp, I love you."
"Love you too, sis." Zipp leaned down to give Pipp a soft, passionate kiss that was at odds with her previous demeanour. She was always particularly tender after she hurt Pipp.
"Did you get someone to clean out our playroom?" Pipp asked when they separated.
Zipp nodded. "I cut that stallion's throat after you left, by the way. Just thought you'd like to know. Once I wasn't so mad anymore, I realized that you probably liked him, so I gave him that mercy for you."
"Thank you." In truth, Pipp would have liked to enjoy Icarus' suffering a little longer, but the fact that Zipp had been kind and caring enough to kill kim for her warmed her heart. If only she could have seen it happen.
Next time, she'd try to stay conscious until the end.
Because there would be a next time, Pipp knew. She wouldn't be able to resist riling up Zipp for long, as terrible as it made her feel, just for the high of seeing Zipp prove just how powerful her love was.
But for now, all she wanted was a quiet moment with her beloved.
"I love you," Pipp said again, because she would never tire of saying those words.
Zipp smiled as she kissed her again. "I love you too, Pipp. More than anyone else ever will, and more than I've ever loved anyone. You're mine, always and forever."
Pipp smiled back. "Always and forever," she promised.
