The royal carriage flew across the country lane. Each bump in the path sent its occupants jolting up from their plum velvet-lined seating, but they weren’t about to start complaining.
It wasn’t every day that they received invitations from royalty inviting them from Manehattan to Canterlot for a private gathering.
Two of the attendees, however, were more than a little concerned about their hostess.
“So, you’ve all heard the rumors?” Count Dressage broke the silence that had thickened the air for the last hour of travel.
Mayor Myriad scoffed. “They’re hardly rumors, dear. Everypony knows about Molestia.”
The three other ponies shuffled in their seats and cleared their throats. The mere mention of the princess had ruffled their feathers.
“You’ve never met her, you can’t possibly say-“
“Oh, come off it! You needn’t have met Molestia to know all about her. Frankly I’m second guessing my decision to be here. Who knows what she’ll do?” Sneered the Duke of Damsire.
The Count leaned in, curiosity piqued.
“So it really is true. You know, I heard that she’s… ahem… violated even her own sister. Y-You don’t think she’ll try to do that to us, do you?”
“Honestly!” Mademoiselle Gallopvont struck the seat for emphasis. “The Princess has so kindly invited us to dine with her and you’re all talking about her behind her back like schoolfoals!”
“However do you think it happened? For a pony that rules over all of us to be such a… deviant?” The Mayor asked the group, utterly ignoring Gallopvont’s protest, “Do you think she was born that way?”
“No.” The Duke wiggled his mustache and adjusted his monocle, “I heard it was her younger sister, Luna. A juvenile prank gone awry. A curse which could never be unwritten.”
A shudder jumped up the Count’s spine. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…
“That could be it. Certainly it would take magic to spawn a creature of such baseless desire.”
“I suppose it’s mere coincidence,” Gallopvont started up again, casting her eyes outside the carriage to the dirt path rushing by, “That there is talk of the princess forming allegiance with the Griffons. Let’s not forget that leaked tirade of yours from five years ago, Mayor.”
The mayor returned a frazzled look, “Now look here! That was a piece of blatant misinformation planted by the opposing candidate to slander my campaign! I resent the insinuation that I-“
“Ladies. Let us not talk politics.”
“I agree. We’ve got more pressing matters to worry about.” The Duke was referring to the fact that their carriage had taken a sudden incline. It made its way up winding mountain paths. At the top of this mountain was Canterlot castle.
The coach soared through the streets of Canterlot, which this time of night were not as vibrant as they’d usually be. Upwards toward the castle it went. All four ponies wrestled to get a look out the window and up at the impressive structure before them. Its many towers pierced the inky night sky, and glistening white waterfalls tumbled down the mountainside above it. It was quite remarkable how the enormous building, with its many wings, walkways, courtyards and staircases, actually hung over the edge of the cliff. Many miles below smaller towns glittered through the night, surrounded by invisible fields.
The guests exchanged a look–one full of excitement and just a twinge of nervousness. What was Molestia’s reason for inviting them all here tonight? Were they walking right into a trap which would render them nothing more than the latest victims of her insatiable debauchery?
The carriage came to a halt.
“We’re here.” Announced its driver.
One by one, the guests jumped out to find a guard awaiting them by the grand front entrance.
“Welcome, esteemed guests. The princess has prepared the dining hall for you. If you’d like to follow me.”
As they followed him inside they were overwhelmed by a feast of opulence drenching every room. There was the great entrance with stairs that seemed to climb to the heavens and every hallway was lined with and endless supply of beautiful ornaments. Paintings of rural scenes, vases, statues. They could feel the history in every inch of wallpaper, and there was nothing to suggest Molestia was anything out of the ordinary. If she truly was a sex fiend, she certainly didn’t make it known through her interior decoration,
As they followed the guard up two more flights of stairs and across an open walkway, things got a little strange. The paintings passing by them on either side were no longer of country lanes and cloudy skies. Instead it was an endless row of painted pony posteriors. An orange one adorned with apples. A green one wearing dual harps. Stallions, mares, even Griffons. All four guests were blushing at the sight of this heinie hallway.
“Say, what’s with these paintings?” Asked the Count, too curious to remain silent.
The guard leading them didn’t break stride.
“They are the princess’ favorite part of pony anatomy.” He answered very professionally and curtly, as if he’d had the question a hundred times before.
Gallopvont squinted at a few of them and swore she could see something glistening. Something wet that wasn’t paint.
Before thoughts about what it was could fester in her mind, they were at the dining hall and shown into their seats.
Just like every other part of the castle its expanse was dizzying. It seemed like far too much for such a small party. Still, they took their seats at the long table and awaited their host.
They didn’t have to wait long. Only a few moments later the doors split open again and in swanned their gracious host and ruler. Everypony got down from their seat and bowed.
“Oh, please. You can leave the formalities at the front door. I want my wonderful test subjects to feel at ease in my castle.” She stopped suddenly, mid-strut, “Whoopsie! Forget the test part, I meant to say subjects!”
Molestia filled the room with a kittenish giggle, but that supposed slip-up had her guests sharing concerned looks.
The first thing they noticed, other than the princess’ regal aura and flowing lilac mane, was a curious odor in the air that hadn’t been there before. Sweet. Floral. Feminine. Like a perfume that was slightly expired. None of them could place it, but it only grew in intensity as Molestia took her seat at the head of the table and examined her guests, eyes filled with what appeared to be lust.
“What a lovely pack of ponies I selected for this evening.”
“A-About that, your majesty..” The mayor spoke up.
“What exactly was your reason for inviting us here? N-Not that we’re not all very grateful for the invitation!”
The rest of the group nodded in agreement.
“It’s alright. It’s only natural you’d all be curious. Tonight you’ll be engaging in a wine tasting.”
“Wine tasting?” Blurted the duke, surprised.
“Yes! I was led to believe you were all ponies of class. This won’t be your first rodeo, I hope?”
“Not at all!” Gallopvont cut in, “Why, your majesty, in Prance we would always admire the bouquet before taking a single drop! My nose is quite accustomed to the intricacies of each note, I assure you!”
The rest all followed her with their own promises of prior experience, but Molestia could tell they were making it up to save their flanks.
“I’m glad to hear it, but tonight’s selections will be quite a bit different than what you had in Prance. I’ve procured some very, very rare vintage bottles. In fact, they’re so exclusive, that…”
They could all hear the twinkle of magic. Molestia floated four bundles of fabric across to the table and dropped one in front of each guest. They were blindfolds.
“You’ll have to put these on, please.”
“Are you sure it’s quite necessary?” The duke turned and asked.
“Absolutely necessary! You don’t mean to tell me you weren’t blindfolded the last times you tasted wine? A blind test is crucial to ensure impartiality!”
“Quite right.”
The guests hesitated for a second. Cutting out one of their five senses while in the den of this supposed sex fiend seemed like a terrible idea, but there wasn’t much room to say no to the ruler of all Equestria.
Molly watched with an eager toothy grin as the four ponies strapped the blindfolds over their heads. Everything went dark.
“Are you all ready? I think I’ll bring out the first sample. I’m afraid this particular bottle is far too expensive to taste, but I’d like you to enjoy the aroma all the same.”
Four glasses settled on the table in front of the guests, but they weren’t full of wine.
In fact, they weren’t filled with liquid at all. Instead, four pairs of crumpled, recently-used panties had been scrunched into the bottoms of the glasses. Two a dusky blue patterned with crescent moons, and two yellowish white and covered in suns. Celestia’s were so fresh that their glasses were foggy.
“There. Now that the wine’s aerated, let’s bring it to our noses and sniff.”
Celestia tried to suppress a snicker as her four guests unwittingly poured the rims to their snouts and took a deep inhale. Immediately they were struck by the highly unusual odor.
“Eugh!” Outburst Gallopvont, “It’s so astringent!”
“Are you… sure this is wine?” The Count took a heaver whiff of his slightly damp Luna panties, “It smells like no wine I’ve ever had.”
“You’re questioning my expertise?”
He shrunk back into his seat in silence as soon as she asked him that.
“Astringent is right. Any other notes you can detect, Mademoiselle?” Celestia bit her lip and kept her eye on the frumpy old tart. The pair of panties stuffed into her glass were a pair of her own. A pair she’d worn all day today, she’d been jogging out in the sun to get them all sweaty, rubbing her crotch while leafing through the latest issue of PlayColt to give them some musk, and using them as a makeshift cum rag when the double-page spread of Fluttershy’s supple wings brought her to a premature explosion.
She opened her nostrils wider, pushing her muzzle deeper into the glass and snorting.
“It’s quite sour. Citrusy, almost. But with an oaky, spicy, full body!”
“Citrusy, mm, yes…” Molestia’s hoof slunk below the table and quietly started to stroke.
“I like mine!” The duke was huffing down the scent of Luna’s undies like it was a field of flowers. That pair Celestia had dug out the bottom of the dirty laundry hamper. There was no telling how long they’d been fermenting down there, and how many times her younger sister had painted the crotch with her thick juices after one of Molly’s midnight molestation sessions.
“You’re a fan of that one?”
“Sniffsniff, yes! Ooh, yes! It’s so fruity, yet ripe. Is that apricot I detect?”
The princess ceased her clopping. Now she thought about it, Luna’s lovejuice did smell a little bit like apricots. She resumed.
“Apricot? Very good. And you, mayor?”
“It almost smells like a soggy washcloth dipped in hot sauce. I… I’m enjoying the fragrance though, your majesty. As bizarre as it is, this must be a very vintage wine.”
“Now switch glasses.” Sweat rolled down her face as she spread her legs and upped her hoof’s movements. Fortunately the shlicking sound was subtle enough to be lost beneath the tablecloth, “I want you to tell me which is better. The first, or the second?”
Molestia took hold of each glass with her magic and shuffled them around, so that those who had been unknowingly breathing in her dirty panties were now savoring her sister’s and vice versa.
“Ooh, this one’s even better!” The duke dug his nose in and really took a whiff. She’d have to remember this one and his penchant for sniffing.
“I preferred the first.” Gallopvont reluctantly had to admit.
“Me too.” Agreed the mayor.
“I don’t know, I think this one has more of a kick to it. It’s oddly… hmm, addictive…” The Count murmured.
Molestia always knew her musk was better. This ego-stroke, combined with the hoof-strokes beneath the table were enough. Concealing a deep, womanly moan, she quickly floated four empty wine glasses over from the cabinet and thrust them under the tablecloths. Her eyes rolled back into her head, drool trickled from one side of her mouth, and while the guests were all still busy sniffing and admiring their bouquets, she fired a thick, musty jet into the glasses.
“A-Ahhh… Now, how would you like to actually taste some wine?” The tone of her voice was noticeably more relaxed, but none of them seemed to notice. They also didn’t notice the tang of alicon orgasm in the air, likely because the panties overpowered everything.
“Yes, please!” They all responded in unison.
Molestia brought the four glasses up onto the table. Conveniently, a good dose of nectar sprayed into all four, slowly oozing down the sides and collecting at the bottom. Still warm.
She slid a glass in front of each pony. Quite frankly, watching them sip on her juices would be enough to have her fill the glasses a second time.
Before they even thought about taking those sips, though, the arresting scent was at their nostrils.
“I say!” Gasped the count, “That’s the wine? It’s got such a strong odor!”
“It’s like… sugary chlorine!”
“Yes.” Molly snickered, “This one is extra aged.”
Her magic lifted the glasses. She brought the rims towards each pair of puckered lips.
Her hoof had already returned to her crotch when the dining room door flew open. Princess Luna marched in with a scowl etched on her face that she’d been practicing in front of her mirror for the last half an hour.
“S-Sister! I would really appreciate it if you stopped stealing my underwear! This is the third time this week, and-“
She paused and took in the scene before her.
“Sister! Are these ponies about to drink your… your-“
At once the guests all flipped off their blindfolds and beheld the glasses full of cloudy goo.
A chorus of revulsed gasps and horrified whimpers rang around the table. Gallopvont started scraping off her tongue. The mayor looked like he was about to throw up. The duke, though… he still looked a little curious.
Molestia just rubbed her forehead with her hoof.
“What did I tell you about interrupting my wine tastings, Luna? Guards!”
At once four guards poured into the room and held the guests.
“Take them to the fungeon.”
“M’aam, we’re at capacity down there.”
“The regular dungeon then! I’ll deal with them later.”
They left, with Luna vamoosing before Molestia decided to take her frustrations out on her instead.
With the desperate pleas of her guests-turned-playthings ricocheting off the castle hallways, Molestia settled into her chair and gulped down the contents of their glasses. It would be silly to let it go to waste, after all.
Disappointed to have her session cut short, she turned her piercing lustful gaze toward… me.
Wait. Hold on. That’s not-
“Sh. Shh. Don’t say a word.”
Her eyes didn’t leave me. They could see me. All of a sudden she was on me, all over me. I could feel her breaths down my neck and her hooves pinning me to the floor. I couldn’t move.
“Don’t think I don’t see you out there. All of you. Hunched over your computers, dicks in hands. I thought I smelled something delicious! Oh no, don’t you worry, my admirers. I’m not mad. In fact, I’m impressed. Impressed you’re all so fascinated by my silly little antics! But I can’t have this stuffy narrator stealing the spotlight. Read the title. These are my adventures, are they not? It’s only fair I’m the one to tell you all about them!”
You can’t do this! These things have rules! Structure! I’m right in the middle of, ooh!
Molestia’s body bears down upon mine. Her tongue trails all the way up my neck; long, wet, stinking of her own sex. She paints my face in her sticky drool and then takes a hoof down to my- HEY! N-Not that hole! Anywhere but there!
“Oh, shut up.”
Being a sexi demigod can have its ups and downs. It isn’t always perfect! One such instance is a stormy night where I’m tossing and turning under my sweaty sweaty covers, unable to settle or push from my mind the myriad of naughty thoughts. Clopping works, sometimes, but other times it’s just not enough.
And tonight is one of those times.
Thunder cracks outside my bedroom window, rolling toward me like an approaching beast. It’s not that I’m scared of thunder per se, but you try getting some shut eye with a storm louder than Mrs. Cake’s wedding night (trust me, I was there) raging out your window!
It’s good that in situations such as these I have a protege on whom I can call, no matter the time of day. In many ways Twilight Sparkle is like me. She may not quite have my looks, or my beautiful fat ass, but it cannot be said my student doesn’t have a lustful streak a mile wide.
I roll over and call to the door: “Guards!”
One creaks it open and pokes his head through.
“Send a chariot to Twilight’s house in Ponyville. Tell her it’s for a very important assignment.”
He nods and departs.
Not that I need to twist the truth like that, of course—Twilight would be here in a flash even if I told her the real reason for wanting her company.
Ten minutes is all it takes for my carriage to leave and return with Twilight Sparkle. She comes bounding into my room, scroll and quill at the ready.
“I dropped everything and came right away, Princess!”
“Good, Twilight. Now hop up onto the bed. Next to me.”
She blushes, hesitating for a moment. Twilight knows exactly what it means when I invite her into bed with me. I can almost hear the little dear’s privates moisten from here. She climbs up and settles next to me.
“S-So, what assignment do you have for me?”
With my magic I drift over to the bed a two-inch thick book, bound in leather. One from my special collection. It hits the mattress with a thump. Twilight inspects it.
“What’s this?”
“My bedtime story.” I sigh and wriggle under the covers, pulling the blankets up to my neck.
“You’re going to read it for me!”
Then, I give Twilight that look. She knows the one. As soon as I glare at her like that she melts into a puddle and hurriedly flips open the book.
“Sir Troddenhooves and the Tentacle Monster from the Everfree!?” Her eyes pop, “Wh-What kind of book is this, Princess?”
“My favorite one. Now, are you going to read it or not? I’m getting, yaawn, awfully sleepy over here…”
“Ah! Of c-course, princess!” While Twilight’s flipping to the right pace I lift her tail for a peek. Either she doesn’t notice, or she doesn’t care. Either way, my reliable little student is already nice and wet. Things always go the way I want them to!
“Ahem, so…” she starts to read, “The forest was coarse, but Sir Troddenhooves sullied forth! This seemed such a strange venue for the grand galloping Gala, but who was he to question an invitation from royalty? The darkness grew around him. Hoof before hoof, he tried to avoid the puddles of mud. Something was stirring in the bushe- AAAGH!”
The book slams shut and Twilight jolts up like a startled deer.
“Hm? Anything the matter, Twilight?”
“P-Princess… your hoof is on my…”
I push the edge of my golden shoe in a little deeper. It’s not at all hard with how lubricated she is.
“Better?”
“Meep!”
“Good. Then read on, and, oh, skip ahead about two paragraphs. I want to hear the juicy stuff.”
Steeling her focus as best she can with my wandering hoof kneading her nethers, Twilight clears her throat and continues.
“Suh-Sir Troddenhooves lashed in the grasp of the e-eldritch tentacles. One of the glowing red tendrils coiled around his member, slowly beginning its rhythmic pulse up and down. H-He was totally powerless. Even more so when a tentacle slithered around his face, smothering his mouth. He couldn’t say a word…”
Twilight’s such a sweetheart, but even she’s not immune to a good clopfic. She’s already leaking a puddle into my bedspread! I withdraw my hoof, laden in sparkly unicorn fluids, and give it a lick. Sweet. A little tart. Lavender-hinted. It’s Twilight’s musk alright!
Pulling her up the bed, I really put my hooves to work on her glistening naughty bits. I spread those lips, getting a good peek at the bright pink flesh within that sensitive fruit, then squeeze them back together to let it all ooze out. It isn’t long until Twilight’s clit bulges out to greet me. What kind of princess would I be if I didn’t greet it back?
“The, the fat, windy, throbbing tentacle stroked up and down Sir Troddenhooves back exit. His anus clenched in response. He’d never known such a lurid intrusion, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it… One inch pushed its way inside him. Then two. Then three. Growing wider and wider, still beating with- AAGH!”
One little tap of her bean is all it takes for Twilight to lose focus. Her marehood winks, almost breaking pressure. I flick it with my hoof and the poor filly’s back buckles.
“Oough…”
But when it comes to Twilight there’s something I adore even more than toying with her supple snatch. Her slick purple plum. Her pulsating purse.
There’s one part of Twilight that’s ten times as sensitive as her clitoris…
“Twilight, dear?”
She faces me. Her mane is ragged.
“Y-Yes?”
“Scoot a little closer, dear. Bring me your horn.”
The unicorn freezes. She knows exactly what’s coming next, and doesn’t hesitate to shuffle herself around. Now I have purchase on that delectable horn of hers!
“Ahem… The alien appendage thrust in and out of Sir Troddenhoof. His rectum had been scoured raw, but it still burned with pleasure every time he felt the tip of that tentacle tickle his lower intestine. Another limb wrapped his c-cock in throbbing wet flesh…”
I start with a lick from base to tip. Just a taste. You’d think horns wouldn’t taste like much, but… hmm. Twilight’s tastes a bit like grape to me! Just that tentative lick gets the young pony sweating, panting… unable to help myself, I wrap my lips around the tip and push it all into my mouth. She’s completely lost where she is in the story now but she sure tries to keep reading!
My tongue massages her horn while my lips suckle each ridge. Now I’m driving it in and out of my mouth. Lips smacking. Tongue dancing against the bony surface.
That’s all my student can handle.
“Aaah! A-Aah! Molly, I’m going to, to-!!”
Her orgasm is silent. A sudden tensing of every muscle in her body. A scrunch of her eyes and a shake of her hooves. She winds up nice and tight and pops off with only a gushing of liquid from behind her to tell me she’s finished.
“Oooh…”
And at feeling my pupil’s body reach its climax I crest my own wave. Twilight notices the sudden appearance of the wet spot around my crotch.
“Ahhh…” I take my mouth away from her horn, a strand of saliva still joining it to my lips, and leave Twilight to recover.
“Thanks, my faithful student. I do believe I’ll be able to sleep like a foal now!”
“I, uh… kinda made a mess on your bed.” She turns her rump to show me the splash zone.
“No worry. I love having your essence bleached into my bedsheets, Twilight!”
She can hardly take the compliment, turning into a stammering mess.
“I, I, I’ll… l-leave you now, princess…”
There are very many perks to being a Princess, but even more perks to living in the same castle as Luna. Perhaps my favorite is that I get to take care of the laundry. For many ponies this would be the last thing they look forward to. For me it’s the highlight of my week!
Why, you ask? Silly, haven’t you guessed yet? It means I get exclusive access to Luna’s dirty laundry hamper!
It’s a treasure trove of tantalizing scents. My dear sister may be a bit more of a prude than me but she’s still a victim of natural urges from time to time, and those delicious natural urges get imbued into her panties.
I approach the basket with a mischievous skip in my step. A nose ready to sample some Luna smells. Hooves itching to root through her soggy dirty laundry.
“Ooh, what do we have here?”
The first thing I pull out is a pair of striped dark blue socks. Luna’s favorite.
“You naughty little vixen! I thought you said these were too improper for you!”
I press them to my nose and snort. Smells like stinky hooves left to stew during a long gaming session! Luna can pretend all she wants that she’s above me, but I know she likes the feel of her hooves slipping into a nice pair of socks just as much as I do!
Next in the treasure trove I find a towel. Still damp. From this morning’s shower, no doubt!
Sinking back against the wall I smother myself in that towel and fill my lungs. Ooh goodness gracious how it smells so deeply of Luna! It’s just too much, and before I know it there’s a hoof digging into my crotch. Has a mind of its own, that thing!
The wonderful chorus of wet slicks and deep huffy breaths fill the air, such a sweet symphony. The towel is packed full of my sister’s aroma no matter where I dig my nose. That dusky perfume she wears. The sweat wicked off her body after a long day. It’s her pure essence suffused into a towel!
I’m already getting close. I stuff the towel between my legs and bite my lip at the coarse texture scratching my slit.
In a blind, horny frenzy I reach into the basket and whip out the first pair of panties my hoof finds. I slam those used undergarments on my face, close my eyes, and inhale like I’m snorting a line of something illegal.
These have an even tangier smell. Fresh, too! Turning them inside out the tip of my snoot finds a soggy patch and I lick at it, tongue ablaze with the smooth taste of sister juices. That horny little thing, I’ll bet she got all hot and bothered in these and rubbed herself to orgasm right there on the bed!
It’s so familiar, yet exotic. There’s something odd about it I can’t quite put a hoof on, but I can’t even think about that right now. I’m going to cum. Hard!
Legs trembling and closed eyes flickering, I twist that towel right into my snatch and betrove it with a gush of heavy passion.
“Agh-Ahhhhh~”
It feels like I’m floating on a cloud as I pull the towel back out, strung to my clit with several thick strands of Princess jizz. Never mind. It’s a nice little treat for the next time Luna takes a shower.
I open my eyes, and that’s when I notice something. The panties wrapped around my muzzle aren’t blue. They’re white.
I peel them off and inspect. There’s my cutie mark on the seat.
All I can do is laugh. It’s not the first time my own essence has brought me to climax. It certainly won’t be the last…
