AND IN THE ages clouded by eternity, out of misty days of yore revered by the learned and the faithful, there appeared two majestic ponies who would, in time, change the fates of worlds. Known to even the youngest foal, the Sisters of the Sky were not always the heroes they are now; indeed, some have called them devils, accusing them of youthful deeds that would cause the gravest schism in today’s orthodoxy. Such mysteries shall herewith be revealed, and upon this tale’s ending, the gentle listener may sit in judgment.
Sing, O Muse, of the Apologia for Love, key to a shuttered heart. Sing of the Warning Against the Unheard Voice, and the Weapon of the Mind that holds the imperishable flame at bay. And sing of the Offer Given and Refused, the reckless bargain which founded a nation. Through my invocation, bring light to the shadows of yesteryear, and justify the ways of the alicorn to mortals, in this world and all that may yet exist.
The pony now called the Night Regent claims a birth name that has changed little in a thousand years, yet Luna of the Dusk’s elden title has been lost to history, save for the memories of the sages. Her void-black and dark purple coat reflected her moody disposition, and her domain was that of dreams and nightmares, with the moon on her flank heralding not restful sleep, but anguish and madness. She was riven from her sister through tragic circumstance, though in time, those wounds would heal, and Luna the Night Regent’s eternal loyalty would become legend. Her story is one for another season, however, to be told by a more worthy teller.
Let us turn our eyes instead toward Tia of the Dawn, if we might dare to behold such splendor without being struck blind. Even in this ancient era, songs were being sung of her rainbow-maned beauty and daring exploits upon silent wings, and the sun insignia emblazoned on her snowy hide was a window into the furnace within a young alicorn’s heart. Tia’s ravenous hunger for adventure and riches earned her another epithet, one that has only come down to us through the most arcane channels.
The wise ones once said that “the Leviathan consumes all.” Tia’s passions were a menacing tidal wave, destroying any and all threats that came before her with the implacable force of a stormy sea. She was a mercenary in those times, fighting for coin, celebrity and the most carnal pleasures, and she was known far and wide as a wrathful enemy, quick to anger. Her clientele dared not waste her time, but in return, her word was her bond, and her patrons could rest easy knowing that any troubles on the end of that pure white horn would soon cease to exist…as long as payment was secured, of course. And woe betide the faithless.
Just as legendary as Tia’s horn was her cock, a mighty three-foot-long truncheon of pink and gray mottled flesh whose steaming surface had seen as much heart’s blood as virgin ichor. Unlike many of her kind, she never hid her pride, keeping it eternally hard and needy, even — especially — when in battle. Thick as a mighty oak branch, the slit on the flat head was always open and drooling syrupy precome, clearly displaying Tia’s willingness to ravage any unfortunate pony that caught her roving eye, and even her slain foes were betimes defiled when she’d been in particular need. Her vanquished enemies, along with their entire families, often found themselves with stretched-wide cunts and rectums, cradling bellies full of thick alicorn cream — an inevitable result of massive pearlescent balls constantly churning with fresh, hot seed. Tia of the Dawn was the living embodiment of burning lust, in all its wondrous and horrifying permutations, and her appetite was utterly insatiable.
Our story begins, as those of this sort often do, with a fool’s destruction. In a certain kingdom, at the edge of a deep, dark forest, a stone prison tower stood like a discarded chess piece, its tall gray crenellations reaching high into the midnight sky. The full moon shone upon a tired, earth-brown prison guard posted upon the single wood and steel door, and her shabby armor spoke of neglect as she yawned, putting a metal-shod hoof to her mouth and closing her eyes for a precious moment.
The next second, the hapless guard was face-first on the ground, overcome by a hidden enemy. She tried to rise, but Tia’s subtle magic made her sluggish, and the alicorn slammed her head back into the dirt while lifting her buttocks and moving her striped tail out of the way with chilling efficiency.
Tia’s own sharpened hoof went to the guard’s neck, threatening swift death as the alicorn mounted her bitch, impatiently pressing the flat head of her randy cock against the pony’s slit before sliding home. Tia reveled in the guard’s pained squeals as she went in dry, but there was no time to fully enjoy her conquest. Her massive prick bottomed out quickly, and she braced her legs as she savagely fucked the pony into the dirt, slapping her full nuts against the upturned ass with a series of hard thrusts until Tia gave a harsh grunt, enjoying the feeling of her balls hitching and releasing as she filled her enemy with so much scalding semen her belly looked heavy with child. The rest squirted around the tight seal of cock and cunt, covering the ground before the tower with a rich, fragrant essence.
Tia turned to the prison wall and let out a warbling bird’s cry. After a moment, the door creaked open and another pony slipped out, gasping at the sight before her. Tia chuckled as she languidly drew her fat cock out of the unconscious guard, staring with naked interest at the escapee as she did so.
The pony was the bright blue of a morning sky, and upon her wide, matronly flank was a single white candle, burning against a darkened background. She wore a small leather saddlebag, and upon her head was a traveling hood, with honeyed wisps of mane peeking out of the sides. The expression of disgust on the prisoner’s face was one that Tia had provoked often, and she reveled in it.
“I’ll only be a short while, Kath. Get her out here and we’ll be on our way.” Tia’s voice was a smoky threat, playing an edged melody with razor-laced strings.
Kath nodded, averting her eyes from the ugly scene as she called with an even-tempered tone that had seen many years. “Come, Ophelia.”
A smaller, younger pony fresh out of filly-hood stepped out of the tower and into the moonlight, and her large eyes widened as her savior wrenched her cock free from the insensate guard’s obliterated cunt. This pony’s coat was the deep orange of sunset, and emblazoned on her hip was a white crystal archway, beautifully cut. Her flaxen mane was the color of wheat ready for harvest, and she nervously stroked her curls as she stood next to the older pony, occasionally peering into the dark forest with trepidation.
Tia laughed with unrestrained mirth as her freed cock slapped against the bottom of her barrel. “Let us be off, then. Unless you’d like to sample a taste for yourself?” The alicorn’s attention was fully upon Ophelia as she spread the guard’s rump with a hoof, showing off the prodigious spending still flowing out of the stretched-out hole.
“N…no. I don’t think I shall,” Ophelia said in a small, tremulous voice, though she couldn’t quite keep herself from stealing glances at the broken pony’s cunt.
“Watch your cursed tongue, sell-horn! This is a princess!” Kath almost kept the fear out of her voice as she admonished the alicorn. “You have been well paid. The kingdom of Silencia is a week’s travel through the Everfree, and we have no time to waste. Now, fulfill your role, and hurry!”
At Tia’s narrowed eyes, Kath shivered with a sudden chill. “Please,” she muttered, turning her head from the alicorn’s gaze.
Tia nodded. One could make allowances for clients, but she still had her pride and reputation to consider. “As you command, governess.”
She made for the forest’s edge. “Keep up. My task is to see you both to Silencia safely, but do not expect to be coddled.” And without another look back, Tia plunged into the mysterious Everfree.
She hid a small grin as she did so, and her cock thrummed as she considered young Ophelia. The alicorn had seen that look of intrigue before, and it promised much. Their journey would certainly be far more eventful than anticipated.
Tia led the fugitives through tall pines and dense underbrush, using a ranger’s hard-won skills to blaze a trail that even their soft, sheltered hooves could follow. Kath had spoken truly: the guard would soon be missed, and they had to be deep within the Everfree by dawn to best evade their pursuers. Though Tia made a show of forging ahead, not bothering to wait for her charges, her pace was slower than normal as she kept the worst of the forest’s terrors at bay, using both magic and her own ferocious natural aura. She would not promise a comfortable journey…only a steady and successful one.
Ophelia was placed between the other two ponies for her own safety, though she was surprisingly nimble, able to keep time with her guide while avoiding the pitfalls and snags of a forest lit only by pale moonlight. As they made their way between creeping vines and branches that grabbed like clinging death, the young princess inched closer to the alicorn.
“Do…do you think the Queen will assist us? She wouldn’t have asked for your help otherwise, I suppose?” She spoke in a breathless rush. Tia reckoned Ophelia had been figuring out the best way to broach the question, as well as how to deal with the answer.
Tia had never been one to lie trivially, and so she spoke what was in her mind as she roved on. “Queen Rielle will never be counted as a great ruler, but she is a proud one. She will demand a high price for keeping you safe…much more than she paid me, and not necessarily in coin. You should be grateful your lands are still embroiled in revolution — the new rulers surely have better things to worry about than demanding the return of a deposed princess. Still, the Queen of Silencia will want to use you somehow. Be prepared for anything.”
Ophelia went silent as she considered this information.
Kath brushed aside something that squirmed and chittered as she brought up the rear. “I will never let harm come to you, Princess.” She spoke with conviction, unwarranted though it was. “I swore a vow to the king who was murdered, your father, as one who has cared for you all your life. When we reach the Queen, you must demand respect as an equal, and use whatever leverage you can.”
“You have no leverage,” Tia growled, annoyed at such naiveté. “You both will be alone in a stranger’s kingdom. I will not help, unless you have more gold in those saddlebags than I deem.” The alicorn glanced up at the sky, observing the moon and stars peeking through broad treetop leaves. “Dawn comes, and we will be at the camp within the hour. The watch is mine. Take the time to rest, or plan, or make peace with your god…I care not which. Be ready to move at dusk.”
TIA WAS THE only pony who knew the location of the tiny hideaway deep in the Everfree, concealed by mounds of earth and ancient logs so large that only alicorn magic could move them. The prisoners were fortunate they had not the skill to find it again; more than one luckless adventurer had stumbled upon the burrow, only to be fucked into a mind-destroying stupor for their trouble. The place was Tia’s base of operations in the area, as much as she had one at all, and though it was naught but a fire pit and a few planks of wood set up as surrounding benches, it was her home, and thus was sacrosanct.
After assuring herself that the location had been unmolested, Tia lit a blaze, and soon three sickly-looking rabbits were mystically turning in mid-air over the flames. Kath busied herself with their bedding while Ophelia sat on a bench near the pit, eyeing the meager game dubiously.
Tia frowned at the prissy reaction as she shed and stowed away her sharpened hoof gilding. “Be glad I didn’t fuck them, too,” she growled as she floated a skewer of cooked meat to the princess.
Ophelia muttered embarrassed thanks as she accepted the coney, but she tore into the flesh with the hunger of one not so used to daily meals of late. Seating herself on a log on the other side of the pit, Tia nibbled at her own rabbit thoughtfully as she watched the princess sup. Ophelia’s rose-red lips were full and sweet, and they glistened in the moonlight with each bite. The alicorn almost thought she could see a burst of white fluid dribbling down the young pony’s burnt orange chest as she devoured the hot meat, revealing a salty hunter’s gift of extra spice, and as Tia envisioned Ophelia lustily slurping the cream from her hooves, she grunted, feeling her massive cock begin to stir and rise.
The princess started at the noises of arousal, yet she studiously avoided staring at Tia’s swelling pride as she finished her dinner, tossing the empty skewer onto the fire. The alicorn found herself enamored of Ophelia’s dogged innocence, but she said nothing, waiting with uncharacteristic patience for the right moment. She had plenty of time, and there was still the damnable caretaker to contend with.
“Will you truly keep watch all day?” Kath asked as she planted her wide rear next to the princess, taking her own coney. “You need no sleep, no sustenance beyond these poor rations?”
Damnable indeed. “Do not insult me, governess. I can stay awake for weeks at a time via mystical arts. And if my rations are so poor, you have my leave to hunt for grander game. But have a care,” Tia added with a toothy grin. “The Everfree is not a place for amateurs. Be assured I will deliver what is left of you to Silencia, though I would rather avoid having to explain myself to the Queen.”
Kath looked about nervously, suddenly aware of the wild sounds of the forest surrounding her. “And you are…quite sure that we are safe?”
“No,” Tia said bluntly. “No place in this cursed wood is safe. However, there is no safer place than in my care. Now, sleep. Tomorrow will be a long night, as will be each night after that, until we reach our destination.”
As the two ponies settled into their thin bedrolls, Tia watched the fire dwindle to embers while recalling what she could about Queen Rielle. She was rumored to be an alluring alicorn herself, yet capricious and cruel, ruling her small fiefdom with the traditional despot’s tools of fear and brutality. Tia licked her lips, thinking of how divine it would be to break the childish pony over her cock — in her experience, the harder the fight, the sweeter the consummation afterward. The sell-horn spread her legs on the bench as she let her imagination run wild, and her fat, three feet of overheated prick slapped angrily against her barrel, while thrumming balls hung low between her thighs, full and heavy.
Gingerly, approaching it like the dangerous weapon it truly was, Tia slipped her hoof against the underside of her cock’s scorching hot surface. A dollop of precome quickly became a river, flowing down the majestic length and covering the alicorn’s digit in glops of sticky fluid. Tia closed her eyes as she began to stroke, using her pre as effective lubrication to ease her movements, and the snick-snick-snick of her masturbation grew loud in the small hideaway.
A sudden, smaller sound caused Tia’s eyes to snap wide, and she swiveled her snowy head to find the source of the disturbance. The forest itself was beginning to rouse with the morning light, but Tia’s attention was drawn across the fire pit, where the two fugitives lay.
Kath was turned away from the alicorn, but Tia could just make out Ophelia’s small body next to her in the gloom. The light from the embers reflected out of two shining eyes, and small, panting sounds stole out of a slender young throat.
Tia resisted the urge to chortle. She kept the pace of her self-pleasure slow and unhurried, openly showing off her charms as she met Ophelia’s furtive gaze. She was pleased, and somewhat impressed, that the princess did not shrink away or try to hide her clear interest, and the alicorn let out a shameless moan at the sheer need this represented. Ophelia had landed firmly in her clutches, and now she would see how far the young pony would go to sate her burning curiosity.
Tia handled herself with languid, easy familiarity, allowing her barrel and balls to become covered with free-flowing precome as she stroked, knowing that the raunchy aroma of her essence would act as nectar to the little bee as her muscular hips rose and fell in a steady fucking rhythm. Sure enough, after a scant minute of watching the alicorn’s brazen display, Ophelia rose from her bedding, slowly walking around the pit toward Tia and her towering cock. The princess’ pert nose twitched as she came near, taking in the rich musk, and the alicorn could see drops of moisture sliding down her graceful legs.
The young pony was so needful, so utterly ready, that Tia had to fight back the savage urge to attack the princess in mid-stride. But their journey still had days to go, and there would yet be time for such sport. Here and now, the alicorn would let Ophelia take the lead, which promised to be a much more intriguing proposition.
Ophelia came to a stop before sinking to her haunches, her face a half-foot away from Tia’s massive nuts, and she stared up at the pillar of flesh that cast a shadow over her like a mighty oak. The alicorn slowed her stroking but did not stop, and she remained silent, daring the princess to speak her mind.
The young pony licked her lips. “You…know what I desire, do you not?”
Tia stared back with a destined sovereign's imperiousness, trying not to let amusement show on her face. “My magic has many uses, child, but mind reading is not yet among them. Tell me what you want, or leave me to my indulgence.”
Ophelia shrank back a little from Tia’s words, but she recovered quickly. “Forgive me. I…I wish for your expert tutelage, Tia of the Dawn. I know nothing of the carnal arts, and I am afraid that Queen Rielle may make certain…demands…upon me that I do not know how to fulfill. I ask that you lead me into adulthood, before adulthood finds me wanting. I pray you.”
It was a pretty justification. Tia was not fooled in the least, yet she went along with Ophelia’s artifice as she showed her teeth. “The sheltered princess wants to learn something of worldly pleasures, so she can make herself a more valuable bargaining chit. Such a noble sacrifice. Well…I am a sell-horn. I do not work for free. Cross my hoof with gold, and I will be yours for a time. What is such an education worth to you, little pony?”
Ophelia put one hoof on the gnarled wood next to Tia, and when she removed it, the alicorn saw three small coins glimmering in the meager light. It was a paltry sum to be sure, but it represented much more than simple currency. It was an offering, a holy gift to a high priestess of desire, and she would accept it in kind.
“Your payment is…adequate,” Tia said as she caressed herself with lazy strokes. Her perpetually leaking cock was the hardness of a bar of tungsten, and her breath started to come in shallow huffs. “I am thine to command, Princess. Do as you like.” There. Now, they would see if Ophelia was a faithful student in matters of the flesh, or if she would turn away at the critical moment.
Gingerly, Ophelia reached out her hooves to caress Tia’s heaving nuts. They trembled at her touch, forcing a spurt of thickening precome out of the throbbing cock which landed messily in the princess’ golden mane. She ignored her befouling as she hefted the massive globes, feeling their sloshing weight as they churned with endless volumes of seed. Her snout came closer, and closer still, greedily sniffing the aroma from Tia’s sack like a glutton anticipating a royal feast.
“What do you smell, little pony?” Tia wanted to hear Ophelia’s excitement in her own clear words. “Do I make your mouth water? Speak the language of your senses, child.”
Though she was now in service to the princess, Tia could not keep her customary tone of command out of her voice, especially when presented with such eagerness. Perhaps still intimidated by the alicorn, Ophelia took a moment to answer.
“It…it smells like…the juices of the last pony you destroyed. Like unwashed sweat and salt, and blood. It is the smell of tears, of agony and ecstasy intertwined so tightly I cannot tell where one ends and the other begins.”
Ophelia’s nose was almost touching the slime-coated surface of Tia’s ballsack as she peered up at her protector. “You smell like rape. Is that what you want to do to me, Leviathan? Do you want to rape me?” The alicorn could scarcely tell whether her tone was one of fear, or hope.
Tia parried the questions with her own. “Where did you learn that name? From your governess? Only my enemies call me that. Are you my enemy, little pony? Or my friend? Why don’t you demonstrate your…friendship?”
In response, Ophelia extended a small, pink tongue, touching the tip to the alicorn’s sack and causing a lusty moan to escape from Tia’s throat. Emboldened, the princess added her lips as she began to devour the ripe fruits before her, taking into her mouth all the scum and filth covering those virile nuts until they shone with royal saliva, and yet she kept up her ministrations, savoring Tia’s forbidden taste.
Tia huffed like a bellows as she enjoyed Ophelia’s inexperienced, though enthusiastic, technique. She hiked her legs up, bringing her rear hooves to her head and letting her muscular rump naturally spread, revealing her twitching, pulsing anus to the early morning air. The rubbery ring was thick with regular use, and Tia knew the princess could see the red interior from her position, begging for attention.
“Show me exactly how much you desire my friendship, little one. Here is my asshole…you know that word, don’t you? Asshole. See how it winks, not unlike a mare’s cunt, desperate to be loved. This is your next lesson, child — to love it, and kiss it, and taste my most secret place. Now, come, Ophelia. Enjoy what you paid for. It’s yours.”
Many of Tia’s lovers had been repulsed by the thought of pleasuring her tight rear-hole. This was either amusing or infuriating to the alicorn depending on her mood, but Ophelia had no such squeamishness. She immediately moved her face lower, letting go of Tia’s fat nuts and grasping generous buttocks to better view her prize. Then she opened her muzzle and gorged herself on the anus entire, digging her wriggling tongue as deeply as she could into that musky chamber.
Tia began to hunch her hips up and down faster, fucking the air and growling with animalistic abandon as Ophelia ate her ass, and they followed each other’s wild motions as if their minds were enmeshed. Soon both their coats were utterly saturated in sticky precome, and the princess used it as lubrication, gathering gobbets of the stuff and working it into the gray sphincter with an increasingly skillful hoof.
Ophelia seemed fascinated by Tia’s unabashed reactions, and she tried different things: first laving around the perineum while teasing the balls with fluttering licks, then plunging her foreleg into the alicorn’s rectum up to the wrist while twisting it to and fro. She even nibbled along the meaty rim, leaving the sell-horn constantly on the edge of pain and ecstasy.
Tia thrilled to each technique, pleased at Ophelia’s initiative and creativity. “Mmm…gods above. You learn quickly, little pony. Do you like the flavor of my anus? It can be an…acquired taste, but you seem to enjoy it more than most.”
The alicorn groaned at a particularly deep thrust into her backside, and Ophelia gave a soft chuckle before glancing around nervously, making sure Kath was still fast asleep before continuing. “It is strange, I admit. My parents, gods keep them, would be horrified at their precious daughter’s vulgarity, but there is something so entirely…sensuous about your beautiful body that I cannot look away. Your flanks are so hard and muscular…the smell of your ass, so ripe and powerful…and your balls, so heavy and full. Your penis-”
“Cock,” Tia corrected. “That is its true name. Never call what I have a penis, child. Such is for lovemaking and breeding, but a cock is for fucking. Let me hear you say it.”
“A cock…is for fucking,” Ophelia repeated. She began to rise, drawing her tongue along the endless expanse of Tia’s mottled pride, moving slowly yet surely toward the leaking tip. “A cock is for fucking,” the princess said again, this time with more conviction as she stood on her hind legs, the better to appreciate all of the alicorn’s monster and give it the respect it was due.
As Tia watched closely, Ophelia bent her strawberry lips to the head of that throbbing prick. Her face was flushed with excitement, and the timid breath on Tia’s flat tip almost broke the alicorn’s restraint entirely. “A cock is for-“
Tia let her fat nuts lurch while Ophelia chanted her mantra, and the coin-sized tip of her prick yawned, releasing a spurt of precome into Ophelia’s unsuspecting mouth. She swallowed the issue instinctively, and her eyes widened as she processed the incredible flavor of the alicorn’s seed. She trembled, and Tia heard a sound she’d heard many times before: the splatter of marecome gushing from the winking cunt of a pony in heat. And the scent…oh, the scent!
“Once more,” Tia growled as she grasped the top of Ophelia’s head with an impatient hoof. “What is a cock for? Tell me, little pony.”
The question was purely rhetorical. Ophelia scarcely had time to take a speaking breath before Tia’s implacable strength forced her head downward, causing her pouting lips to mash against the spongy tip of the alicorn’s meat. Tia’s thighs made a V shape as she arched her back, grunting with the effort to stretch the princess’ mouth wider, and slowly, agonizingly, the massive cock head sank home toward its natural resting place deep within the young fugitive’s body.
Ophelia trembled and whined as the first few inches of Tia’s pride slipped into her throat, and though the sloppy choking noises emerging from her packed gullet might have alarmed a more considerate lover, the young alicorn had extensive experience in handling recalcitrant cock-sleeves. Tia’s horn glowed with faint light as she magically re-shaped the princess’ innards to admit the steel-hard shaft, and Ophelia’s teary eyes widened with shock as the first foot of prick crossed the borderline of her esophagus, touching places within her deepest self that were never meant to be touched. Yet instead of panicking, she went limp, allowing herself to be used while her wildly twitching cunt disgorged a steady stream of pale yellow marecome.
Tia would have wagered a queenly sum that Ophelia had never seen a cock — or even a penis — in the flesh, nor had she ever had an orgasm at the hoof of another, but as the waves of pleasure passed through the princess’ body, stimulating every inch of the alicorn’s spire and causing her roiling balls to feed still more prenut to her new lover, Tia knew without a doubt that Ophelia was now a hopeless addict. Forever after, the young pony would weigh her poor partners against this formative experience, and they would all be found wanting.
“Take it all, that’s it, little pony. Swallow, yes…massage me with your throat, and work for your reward. So tight…such crushing pressure…hurry. Hurry and get me off, little one. Ohhh…gods above…look how prettily you dance on the end of my cock! I’d steal you for myself if honor did not prevent it!”
Using both hooves now, Tia began to use the princess as a toy, jerking the sunset-colored head up and down and fucking Ophelia’s face with desperate strokes that would have destroyed a pony not protected by shaping magic. Two spit-shined feet of cock flashed in and out of the princess’ wildly spasming throat, but it was not enough. Tia was determined to bury herself to the balls, and there was no force on the planet that could keep her from staking her claim to Ophelia’s untouched insides.
“You’ve never…nnnnhhh…you’ve never experienced the glory of an alicorn’s coming, have you?” Tia grunted through gritted teeth as she rutted madly, using Ophelia’s mouth as a cunt — no, as a tight hole to empty her bloated nuts into. “From this point forward, you will measure your life in epochs before and after you’ve tasted my load, and the early times will seem bereft. You are mine, little pony. Body and soul, heart and hoof, you belong to me. Now…nnn, fuck…learn your place! Recognize this new apex in your life, and swallow my precious gift!”
Tia’s roar of conquest shook the Everfree as her steel-cord foreleg muscles tensed, dragging Ophelia’s unresisting head to the base of that thick pillar. At the same time, she drove herself hard up into the princess’ sticky gullet with feverish intensity…until, with a sickening pop, a final barrier was breached, and the alicorn’s whole cock, from crown to root, was abruptly hilted into Ophelia’s quivering torso.
The physical and spatial impossibility of Tia’s achievement did not matter. Ophelia let the alicorn’s magic warp her, carving the virtue out of her and leaving behind a pony who would never be the same as long as she lived. A stream of urine mixed with the marcome under her tail, thoroughly saturating the cold ground as the princess lost control over her bodily functions, experiencing orgasms one on top of the other, without end. The pungent scent of her waste touched something feral in Tia’s mind, triggering a dominant reaction in her loins that, combined with the glorious sensation of Ophelia’s innards around her cock, sent the alicorn plummeting over the edge into oblivion.
Tia let her tongue hang from a slackened jaw as massive nuts heaved and flexed, contracting with a rhythmic pumping action and ejecting gallons of fresh, hot semen from her depths, filling every corner of Ophelia’s stomach until her distended gut stretched taut as a drum. And still the young alicorn came, releasing the total, terrifying contents of her balls until, with a choking moan, an overflow of scalding jizz splashed from the princess’ lips, coating Tia’s fat nuts and the log underneath with an ocean of silky issue.
Ophelia’s eyelids fluttered as she dutifully took everything Tia had to give, while the alicorn relaxed herself totally, letting all the stresses and annoyances of their journey exit through her cock and into the princess’ thirsty maw. When at last she sighed with contentment, fully drained with her prick beginning to soften and slip from Ophelia’s throat, she saw that the princess was still trying to embrace her using hooves imbued with a new, fanatical energy. She was not yet willing to release that glorious member from her gullet.
“Peace, child,” Tia muttered as she levitated Ophelia, drawing the rest of her spent prick from those hungry lips. She chuckled at the princess’ searching forelimbs and her wanting mewl of frustration, knowing that Ophelia would now do anything for another taste of bliss. “There are many miles to go yet, and you still have much to learn. For now, sleep, and I will have us cleansed anew, with Kath none the wiser. Entrust yourself to me, little pony, and you shall experience such rapture again…and much more, besides.”
Tia’s words seemed to finally soothe Ophelia’s overwhelmed mind, and soon she settled into exhausted slumber, still whispering praises to the alicorn’s cock as she drifted away. But as Tia began to craft a spell to eliminate the messy fluids and smells from their bodies and surroundings, her gaze happened to land upon the bedroll where Kath had been sleeping.
Had been. The older pony was staring at her now, eyes wide and alert. Yet her expression was not one of loathing, or anger, but of pensive calculation.
Kath quickly turned away when she saw Tia watching, and the alicorn let her be. It seemed that the gentle governess was much more…pragmatic than Tia had first thought. Instead of rushing to defend her charge with the fury of a lifelong protector, Kath had instead fed the beauty to the beast, possibly to keep Tia sated during their week-long trek. Or perhaps she agreed with the princess’ flimsy justification for her impromptu lessons, believing that they needed to use every advantage in their negotiations with the feared Queen Rielle.
Tia’s devious grin split her muzzle as she wove her magic, enjoying the ebb and flow of the energies that were hers to command. It was only the first night, and so much had already happened. What would the next evening bring? She could scarcely wait to find out.
CRASHES OF THUNDER came hot after bright bursts of lightning, as if all the heavens and hells struggled for control of the world. The storm’s rage pierced the Everfree with a million steel-sharp raindrops, sending anything living into hasty retreat until the skies eventually ran dry, and the unseasonable warmth submerged all into heavy mist that roiled across branch and root, blinding from inches away.
Somewhere within the writhing fog emerged sounds of struggle and flight. Crashing hooves broke through deep green foliage, stomping wth clumsy haste toward a certain point of shelter. An ancient limestone cavern yawned at the foot of a cliff near the center of the forest, carved out by strange beasts long extinct, and three bedraggled ponies stumbled in out of the waterlogged night that was yet giving way to early morning.
Ophelia and Kath went to the ground in the small cave, soaked to the bone and unused to such exertion as they panted with the soul-deep exhaustion of harried prey. Tia brought up the rear, giving one final scan outside to ensure they had not been followed before rounding on her charges in a towering rage.
“I told you, Kath! Over and over again, I told you to beware the thorns of the red bell flowers! And what did you do? You marched through an entire patch, without a care in your empty little head! How could you have been so careless? Do you truly value your life, or the life of the one you serve? Mayhap this is simply an excursion for you, a short hike before dinner to admire the local flora? Let me make things easy, then: the local flora hates you, and wants to see you dead! That doesn’t mean you should give it the satisfaction at the first opportunity!”
Kath struggled to her feet, unwilling to take Tia’s ranting on her knees, though her left rear leg was unsteady. The angry red gash near her mark was still bleeding, and it would likely leave an impressive scar when — if — it healed.
“Do not speak to me like a newly-weaned foal, sell-horn! This storm and wretched mist sprung from nowhere! It was impossible to see our noses in front of our faces, to say nothing of the ground under our hooves! We should count ourselves lucky I came out of the thicket with only a scratch!”
Tia forced herself to calm, but icy anger crystallized each word. “The scratch is not the problem, governess. You should instead fear the effects of the poison racing toward your heart even as we converse. Look forward to chills, fever, and disorientation…all quite useful when one is flying from pursuers, truly. You will not die straight away, but we are now at a significant disadvantage because of your ignorance.”
Kath started into an angry retort, but Ophelia got between the both of them, extending placating hooves. “Please, please don’t argue! What’s done is done! We just need to wait out this fog, then we can figure out where were are and re-orient ourselves. We may miss a day’s travel, but it can’t be helped. We still have options!”
Kath gave Ophelia a measuring look, as if seeing her for the first time. “You…are correct, of course, Princess. This is a minor setback, one we can regroup from. But before we make further plans, I would have an apology from this alicorn for unnecessarily threatening our lives. Ignorance is one thing, but incompetence is quite another.”
Ophelia stared at Kath in shock, and Tia’s cheek twitched as she struggled mightily to keep from tearing out the older pony’s jugular. Only the presence of the princess saved Kath’s life at that moment, but any reserves of goodwill the alicorn might have ever possessed toward the sky-blue caretaker had now evaporated like morning dew.
“Your affliction has advanced more rapidly than I expected,” Tia said with quiet menace. She could feel the waves inside herself rising higher and higher, building to a violent crescendo. “For the sake of your difficult circumstances, and for the sake of Ophelia, I shall ignore your grievous insult. Be glad, for I am generally quite disinclined to grant such grace. Now, as the princess wisely suggested, let us-“
“Do not condescend to me, Leviathan! I am in full control of my faculties!” The beads of sweat rolling down Kath’s ashen-blue forehead and the unsteady quiver in her hips put the lie to her assertion, but she seemed not to notice as she paced a circle around Tia. “You told us you were as familiar with the Everfree as you were your own home. That was clearly a lie. Instead of being prepared for the unexpected, you put us in danger, and we all see the result.”
Ophelia opened her mouth to protest, but Tia stopped her with a hoof, allowing Kath to continue her ranting.
“Perhaps your fearsome reputation is unwarranted…or perhaps, that reputation is true, but for a different reason.” Kath stopped a few paces from the other ponies, defining a triangle between the three of them that was anything but stable, and Tia could see the flush in her hooded face as she regarded the alicorn with the skepticism of a paranoiac. “Is Queen Rielle truly on our side, or are we walking into treachery? She was the one who paid for your services, after all. Who is your true mistress, sell-horn?”
“That’s enough, Kath!” Ophelia could stay silent no longer, and her cry of distress reflected off the cold limestone walls. “Your accusations are insane! Tia has put her life on the line for us!” A meaty thump sounded in the gloomy cavern, and she glanced at the young alicorn, seeing the angry three-foot-long cock under Tia’s barrel, with boulder-sized balls struggling for release. The princess bit her lip as she turned back to her caretaker, frantically gesturing with her hooves as she sued for peace. “We will not reach Silencia with our lives if we continue to squabble like wild dogs! Please, Kath, you are still bleeding! You must-“
“Must what? Apologize? Recognize her alicorn superiority? Fie on that!” Heedless of the danger she was in, Kath’s voice raised to a screech. “You’ve been manipulated by this creature! She piles upon herself sin after sin, can you not see that? Or has this long life of mine given me the insight of age at last?” She shook her head, wincing at the pain of her injury, but her eyes locked upon Tia’s. “No matter. This partnership is done. Tell your bitch queen patron that we will not be her pawns!” And she spat a thick glob of spittle at Tia’s front hoof.
For a moment, no one spoke. Then, all at once, Ophelia and Kath began to argue loudly, but the sounds of their row receded into the background of Tia’s awareness as she stared at the fluid near her hoof. It had almost missed her…almost. A tiny splash landed upon one of the alicorn’s fine hairs.
Any other pony would not have felt it.
But Tia did feel it. And now, all negotiations were at an end.
In mid-sentence — in mid-blink — Tia pounced upon Kath like a predator, knocking her flat on her back. The alicorn ignored Ophelia’s gasp of surprise as she planted her sharpened hoof gilding underneath the older pony’s chin, forcing her struggles to stillness.
“Wha…what are you doing? Have you gone mad? Release me!” Kath’s eyes were wide with fear, but there was still a measure of indignation in her tone. Tia liked that. She hoped it wouldn’t get burned out too quickly.
“What I’m doing, governess, is impressing upon you a very important fact.” Tia spread Kath’s trembling legs, her unnatural strength easily overpowering the pony’s frantic efforts. “There is only one bitch queen, and it is not Rielle. My cock shall engrave that truth on your womb.” Her voice was thick with the naked lust she no longer needed to suppress. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it special for both of us. I won’t fuck you from behind, like my other cumdumps. We’re going to do this belly to belly. I can’t wait to see the play of emotions on your face when I-“
“Tia.”
The alicorn flinched at Ophelia’s gentle touch upon her shoulder. She felt her racing heart subside a little as she turned to the princess, chuckling at the glint of gold coins in her other hoof.
“If you are attempting to buy a reprieve with your meager savings, I regret to inform you-“
“No.” She put a hoof to her chest, swallowing hard and taking a few breaths before gathering her resolve. “That is not what I am buying.”
Kath came to the realization first. “Gods above and below…Ophelia!” Her pathetic whimper turned Tia’s cock into a pillar of stone against the caretaker’s open, defenseless cunt. “You can’t mean…you can’t…”
Ophelia’s expression was sad. “I hope you enjoyed the show yesterday, dear caretaker. I think…I am not sure that I will enjoy this one, but I shall remember it. Perhaps I will look back upon it fondly, in time.” Kath’s sputtering denials only led the princess to shake her head with weary contempt.
There were few things that surprised Tia in this world. Familial betrayal was something she was intimately familiar with, having had to weather her sister’s chaotic moods her entire life, but the princess’ brazen overture left her jaw hanging open. She watched, enchanted despite herself, as Ophelia placed the coins on the ground next to Tia before silently walking over to Kath’s upturned muzzle.
She knelt there, taking her governess’ head in her ruddy lap as she carefully removed Kath’s hood, allowing the bronzed curls to fall freely about her knees. Ophelia stroked the powder-blue cheek with loving tenderness, even as the older alicorn looked up at her charge with bloodshot eyes saturated with tears.
Tia was loath to speak and break the spell of the moment, but she had to be sure. “Ophelia. I said before that I cannot read your mind. Tell me what you want. Say it clearly, so that all may hear.”
Ophelia looked up slowly, tracing the massive cock overshadowing Kath with her eyes and following the path to the rumbling balls, before moving on to Tia’s snowy barrel and her searching face. She met the alicorn’s intense gaze with her own, one utterly devoid of compassion.
“Tia of the Dawn. I want you…to rape my mother.”
Tia goggled in open shock. Then, her roaring, almost maniacal laugh threatened to bring the entire cavern down upon their heads, and the alicorn would have died happily with Kath’s look of despair burned into her mind. Her balls clenched with each peal of mirth, coating Ophelia and her governess — no, her mother! — with lines of milky precome, causing Kath to turn her head to and fro into disgust, and Ophelia to silently accept the offering upon her serene face.
“Well, now! Well, well, well!” Tia had to struggle to contain her obscene joviality as her hips continued to buck, and her body prepared itself for the deed to come. “When were you going to reveal this little secret, your highness? To be sure, I can understand the impetus for such a plan. Better to live as a governess than die as a queen next to your poor husband, eh? You certainly had me fooled.” Tia pulled her haunches back as she lined the wide, flat tip of her cock against Kath’s fluttering cunt. “But now, the masquerade is over, and you must needs suffer the fate of so many other royals throughout history. Ophelia! I accept your payment. The bargain has been struck, and thus, you shall witness her dissolution.”
Slowly, with the inexorable strength of a force of nature, Kath’s lower lips began to spread wide as Tia applied pressure, stretching to admit that bludgeoning cock-head until her cunt was as dilated as a birthing mare’s. The erstwhile monarch wailed at the intrusion — from the brutality, from the pain, or from the elusive sensation in her core that she dared not name, Tia had no idea.
In the end, it mattered little. As the outline of the alicorn’s burrowing prick moved higher and higher into Kath’s formerly virgin-tight insides, Tia delighted in the older pony’s screams, resting her head in the crook of the governess’ neck like a lover and groaning openly as the wild, useless struggling caressed the too-thick shaft of that invading cock.
“I would have done this for free,” Tia rasped, lustily licking the rain and salt from Kath's shuddering muzzle, while her victim’s frantic exhalations sent her riotous rainbow mane fluttering. “Do you know why I took your daughter’s coin? Nnn…by the gods, you dance divinely! Ophelia, my Faithful Student. Your classmate seems to be having trouble. Pray, illuminate her ignorance.”
Ophelia did her best to hold her mother’s head steady while Kath took Tia’s pride into herself, squinting her eyes at the glare of body shaping magic coming from the alicorn’s tall spiral horn. The flush of forbidden excitement that bloomed in her sunset cheeks as she beheld her governess’ ravishment made Tia rut all the harder.
“A payment is a type of oath, mother. I remember well your lessons on alicorn magic. It’s based on oaths — to the air, to the land, and to each other.” Ophelia watched the fresh tears roll down Kath’s cheeks and over her hooves as the older pony cried out for succor, to no avail. “Tia’s…excitement is due, in part, to her extraordinary affinity with magic. And now that I have made with her a solemn contract-“
“My fat cock is harder than it’s ever been,” Tia growled. “You should rejoice. I won’t last much longer like this, but make no mistake, Kath. You will accept every inch of my weapon into your body before I finish, and then my balls…gods, my full, straining balls…they shall release their bounty, and I have so, so much for you. Your lavish royal meals will seem meager compared to my glorious load!”
She could not stop herself. Tia mashed her lips against Kath’s, forcing her mouth to admit that snakelike tongue down her gullet while the alicorn fucked into her with quick, jabbing strokes, making her own muscular buttocks jiggle and clap as she forced two feet of scorching alicorn cock into the struggling pony beneath her.
The resistance of Kath’s womb was an annoying barrier, causing Tia to plant her rear legs against the rocky floor and bear down with demonic force, opening that final chamber little by little and causing the screams of shock, pain and confused pleasure to send lusty vibrations into her throat. Tia reached out with a hoof to possessively grasp the back of Ophelia’s head, pulling her close, and the ponies shared an obscene three-way kiss as the alicorn’s loins gave one last, mighty thrust, breaking open Kath’s stubborn cervix and sheathing herself fully into the squirming governess.
The soft feel of the back of Kath’s womb against Tia’s raging cock, and the clasping ring of her cervix against the sensitive tip, were both too much for the overstimulated alicorn. She squeezed her eyes shut, raising her muzzle and giving a bellow of release as her nuts heaved and clenched against Kath’s upturned flank, pumping their creamy load into the pony’s depths. Ophelia watched, fascinated, her mouth still slack and smeared with saliva, and she put a hoof on Kath’s belly as it rounded and grew with Tia’s essence.
The harsh, rhythmic spurting of the alicorn’s voluminous spending was loud in the small cavern. Kath’s screams gradually faded to resigned whimpers as she shuddered with her own shameful orgasm, causing Tia to chuckle knowingly as she let the contractions massage ever more come from her oversized balls.
But Tia was not yet done, not as long as there was a cunt un-fucked and a womb un-filled in the vicinity. She was still ejaculating as she yanked herself free from Kath’s overstuffed channel, and the pony’s agonizing moans against the waterfall of seed that poured in glops from her reddened cunt played a shattering symphony even as the glow from Tia’s horn became ever brighter.
Ophelia let out a lusty whine as she was whisked into the air by Tia’s magic, knowing exactly what was about to happen. Tia reared up on her hind legs in a majestic display, her cock not a whit softer, and the princess’ legs opened of her own accord as she was mounted atop that devastating spire of mottled pink flesh, her back against Tia so they could all — the three of them, together — witness Ophelia’s final consummation.
Using a hidden reserve of strength that pleasantly surprised the alicorn, Kath crawled with only her forelegs toward Tia’s sharpened hooves. The scratch on her flank was filthy with clotted blood, and the white candle mark stained red, but still she scrabbled against the cold stone until she grasped Tia’s right hind leg with a maniacal desperation. She looked up at her daughter just in time to watch her impalement, wailing as Ophelia’s body convulsed madly, uncontrollably, beautifully, until Tia’s entire cock was embedded in the young pony, sinking with a slurch into the stretched-out womb as if it had found its way home.
Ophelia’s eyes rolled up into their sockets, showing only the whites as she jerked and trembled upon Tia’s pillar with delirious abandon. A part of Kath must have known her daughter was beyond salvation, yet still she screamed a desperate question as the alicorn’s thick come bloated the young pony, and the excess rained down upon her disbelieving face.
“Why? By all the gods, why!?”
“Because of love, mother. A different kind of love, but love all the same.”
Ophelia spoke in a calm voice, completely at odds with her look of rapture and the fucking she was experiencing as Tia rammed her hips up into her like an alicorn possessed, causing a deafening smack-smack-smack to echo across the cavern. The princess evoked the oracles of older, more savage times as she addressed the sky-blue pony beneath her. “You could never understand the depths of this love, mother. It is a new thing, something that will change the world…for better, or for worse, I cannot say. But it has captured my soul, and now I am hers forever.”
Tia’s horn flickered with an even greater radiance, and Kath’s eyes widened in agonized shock as the fog outside the cavern dissipated, like it had never been. Bright sunshine poured into the rocky chamber, but there was no warmth in that light…only the revelation of base trickery and betrayal.
Tia looked down at Kath’s crumbling visage with a look of amusement, chuckling as a cruel foal might while watching a mouse navigate a maze with no exit. “You were right, of course. Your highness. It is quite unseasonable for fog this time of year. But small adjustments to weather are simple for one such as I. And when you are as familiar with the Everfree as you are your own home…well. Certain scenarios can be easily created.”
She turned to leave the cavern, holding tight to Ophelia as she strode away as if going for a noonday stroll, instead of leaving a pony to her fate in the middle of a deadly forest with another wrapped around her fat prick. The princess gave not a word or a single look back, allowing herself to be carried on Tia's cock like a mad bride toward whatever awaited. Ophelia's last independent thought was the joy of knowing that her life was no longer her own as she lolled her head against Tia’s, shuddering with every step while a trail of pearly semen followed behind.
“I loved you! Ophelia! I LOVED YOU!”
Tia did not break her stride, but Ophelia spared a final word for her doomed parent as she went out into the light of day, never to return. “And I, you, mother. But it was not enough. I am sorry.” Then she trembled with orgasm…again, and again, and again, until Kath’s wild screeching receded into the background of Tia’s overwhelming glory.
TWILIGHT FROWNED AS she reached the final few pages of the weathered tome, trying to make sense of what she had just read. The ancient storage facility deep in the Canterlot Archives would have normally been uncomfortably chilly due to the magical climate control creating the perfect environment for the priceless volumes surrounding her, but the small purple alicorn had scarcely noticed, so enraptured was she with the strange tale she’d discovered from the kingdom’s earliest days.
She had never meant to visit this forgotten place — she was leaving Canterlot, after all, never to return — but the researcher in her had compelled her to try one more time to learn what she could about the enigmatic creature once known as Tia of the Dawn, now properly Celestia, the Princess of the Sun upon the Golden Throne of Canterlot, to use her full title. And so she had taken one more trip into the familiar stacks of the Archives, searching deeper than she ever had before, until she discovered a battered, leather-bound book alone on a dusty shelf, nondescript except for its title plaque wrought in tarnished bronze.
“The Dawn.” Twilight muttered the words as she flipped through the appendices of the shocking text, wondering how much was true and how much was fable. According to the notes at the end, Tia and Ophelia eventually made it to the kingdom of Silencia, presenting themselves to the Alicorn Queen Rielle in a bid for sanctuary. On the fate of Kath, the unfortunate governess queen, there was nothing more written.
The princess was bound to Tia at this point, greatly complicating the negotiations with the prickly ruler. Tia, of course, made the situation even more precarious with the firm offer she presented to Rielle, allowing no room for compromise.
Since Ophelia now belonged to Tia, the princess’ birthright — her kingdom — also now belonged to the alicorn. However, Tia was willing to give up one of her prizes and go on her way: Queen Rielle could have either Ophelia or Ophelia’s kingdom, but not both.
Predictably, Rielle refused this generous bargain, attacking Tia on the spot in front of her entire royal retinue. From what Twilight could tell it was a titanic battle, but just as predictably, Tia came out the victor, claiming Silencia for herself…as well as Ophelia’s kingdom, and the Everfree between.
And so, with Rielle dead at her hooves and Ophelia a devoted slave of lust, Tia won two new territories. She called the nascent empire as a whole Canterlot, and the rest was, quite literally, history.
Twilight leaned back in her seat, rubbing the bridge of her nose. There were some things in the story that sounded familiar, and some that were…beyond the pale, to say the least. But as she replaced the book on the rickety shelf where she found it, she had to admit that such a tale was not out of the realm of possibility when considering Celestia’s implacable will and sheer power.
And then, there was the cruelty. The savagery. Twilight had already experienced a glimpse of it herself, and just that was enough to make her flee from Celestia forever. She had seen the leviathan, and thus she knew the Sun Princess was capable of anything. Anything at all.
“I suppose it’s up to the six of us if the worst happens. Again.” The young alicorn sighed as she extinguished the magical illumination at the exit, leaving the ghosts of the past to their eternal haunt.
