Imperious Assertions

“Excuse me,” Celestia intoned, stepping back and making way for a pair of caterers carrying a massive tray of horderves.

The Canterlot Castle was an absolute madhouse - then again, it was far from any ordinary day. After the excitement of Chrysalis’ failed invasion had died down, the wedding between Cadance and Shining Armor had been put back on track. Servants, guests, maids, and guards all flitted throughout the keep, tending to their duties or socializing with friends and family, although one pony had kept herself well away from all the hustle and bustle.

Smiling to herself, weaving through the crowd, Celestia saw herself out of the throne room, where the ceremony itself was going to take place, and into the hallway. Through the corridors and up several flights of stairs, moving into the central spire of her castle, a contented sigh escaped her. It wasn’t like she had anything against large gatherings, but she much preferred the quiet, almost intimate calm of small groups or individuals.

Coming to a halt at her private chamber, she knocked on the door. While there was no overt need for her to announce herself, especially since she was at her own room, there was a particular guest who she’d let use her boudoir. Tradition could be a funny, almost silly thing, yet the custom of a bride and groom avoiding one another before their vows afforded her a singular opportunity.

“Cadance,” she called, cracking the door and peeking inside, “may I come in?”

She waited for just a moment, going hearing a reply, before she saw herself in and closed the door behind herself. Outside of seeing the young alicorn after the changeling invasion, she’d gone nearly two months without visiting her curvy junior - not because she’d been particularly busy or disinclined, but because she wanted to abstain from entertaining her little plaything. With Queen Chrysalis’ plot to overthrow the empire having been well and thoroughly derailed, she could put her own machinations back on track.

Cadance had shared not one but two passionate moments with the alluring bride-to-be, something that nobody had done in centuries. Both occasions had been absolutely spectacular, easily some of the best sex she’d ever had, but that presented a problem. After her second roll in the hay with the impending Princess of Love, she’d concocted a little scheme; she had every intention of seducing and procuring the bombshell alicorn to be her personal cumdumpster, whether the girl was married or not.

Pressing into the chamber, slowly scanning the area, the click of the restroom door caught her ear. As Cadance trotted out of the washroom, idly straightening her dress, her heart skipped a beat. She’d presumed her esteemed guest would look quite fetching in a wedding gown, yet she’d woefully underestimated how attractive the mare was when fully done up.

Adorned in the snow-white dress, with a modest window on her chest to show off a bit of cleavage, the girl looked positively ravishing - a fact that certain parts of herself took quick note of. Blood coursed to her stallionhood, making the obscene appendage swell and strain against her panties, as the mare finally realized she wasn’t alone. Smiling broadly, she trotted forward and thoughtfully stroked her chin.

“C…Celestia, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Cadance stammered, clearly surprised by the towering dickmare’s appearance.

Amused by the girl’s shock, wondering if her startled reaction was partially due to their previous trysts, Celestia dipped her head. “And why wouldn’t I be here? You’re in my castle, I’ll be officiating the wedding, and I’m letting you use my room to prepare yourself,” she tutted, coolly walking around and inspecting the alicorn. “Or were you hoping not to see me…”

Cadance balked and held a hand to her chest, as if stricken. “What? N…no, of course not!”

“Or,” the Princess continued, stepping closer and looming over her guest, “maybe you’re a bit flustered to be in my chamber.”

She doubted the mare had consciously noted, but she’d prepared her room for the bride to be. Under ordinary circumstances, she’d exercise outdoors or in the castle’s gym, and she always showered at least once a day, but the circumstances were far from ordinary. Having only washed herself every three days for nearly a month, leaving a stash of particularly sweaty clothes in a hamper by her bathroom, she’d ensured that her chamber positively reeked of her musk.

Seeing the young lass’ jaw helplessly flap, trying and failing to say something, she dismissively waved a hand. “Cadance, darling, relax! You still have nearly three hours until the wedding,” she sighed, stepping over and draping an arm over her guest’s shoulders. Without waiting for a reply, guiding the girl along beside her, she trotted over to her bed. “How about you have a seat and get comfortable.”

Cadance nodded anxiously, weakly smiling up at her host. “Yeah…Yeah, you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” the Princess snickered.

It may have been a long shot, but she’d gone to great lengths to ensure she had some fun before the ceremony. Aside from letting her junior use her room, and ensuring her room smelled of her sweat and natural scent, she’d chosen a particular outfit for the occasion - well part of the occasion. Shortly before the wedding, she’d change into a refined, gorgeous dress that Rarity had fashioned for her, but she was free to wear whatever she wanted before the event. Hoping to be comfortable for a few hours, she’d donned a relatively snug t-shirt and a decidedly short skirt.

She’d gotten a few curious looks from the palace staff, and one or two ponies had blithely asked about her attire, but she hadn’t gotten any complaints from anypony - in fact, she’d actually gotten a few compliments! Her alibi was that, given the importance of the wedding, she wanted to be as comfortable as possible leading up to the momentous occasion - which is precisely why she’d decided to adorn herself in something so casual and borderline slatternly. As she reached the edge of her king-sized bed, she released her guest, wheeled around, and seated herself on the very edge of the mattress.

“So,” she began, leaning back and propping herself on her arms, “are you excited?”

“Well of…” Cadance trailed off, as the elder alicorn lazily spread her legs.

Celestia knew good and darn well what she was doing, that the immense bulge beneath her skirt was as obvious as the sun in the sky, and the look on her guest’s face was gratifying to a fault. It would be easy enough to thrust herself on the girl, given that she’d successfully done so twice in the past, but tempting the mare would be much, much more rewarding.

Grinning up at her guest’s face, seeing the alicorn’s eyes practically bulge out of her head, she cleared her throat. “You were saying?”

Only then realizing she’d been openly staring at the Princess’ massive package, Cadance looked away and anxiously played with her hair. “I…I was just saying that I’m excited ~ that’s all.”

“Excited for your big day or excited because you remember how amazing this felt?” Celestia snickered, reaching down and caressing her barely covered equipment. “Because, frankly, it’s been hard for me not to think about how incredible you are.”

The flattery was absolutely true, so she felt no shame in saying it. The girl was easily the best lay she’d had in over a millennia, was drop-dead gorgeous, and she was one of the few creatures who was able to endure her full carnal fury. Halfheartedly fucking someone could be fun, and it was certainly better than going through a protracted dryspell, but nothing quite beat going all out while plowing.

“As a matter of fact,” she added, pulling the thong aside to let her weighty balls and massive, semi-rigid length spring free, “I think she’s excited to see you too.”

Grabbing the base of her length, supporting herself on one arm, she languidly stroked herself to full-mast. Company or not, she was in her private quarters - as such, she could jack off however or whenever she saw fit. If her guest was displeased or put off by the shameless display, she could leave - if not, she was free to stand there and enjoy the show or, if so inclined, make herself useful and join in.

Slipping glimpses of the steadily growing stallionhood, Cadance ground her thighs together and gnawed her lip - that was until she seemingly came to her senses. Stomping one heeled foot, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Celestia, is that really appropriate?”

“What?” the elder alicorn innocently countered, continuing to milk her shaft. “You can hardly blame me - after all, this is your fault.”

“M…my fault?” Cadance sputtered, taking a small step back. “How in the world is this my fault?”

Forcing herself to don a crestfallen expression, Celestia soberly looked to the floor. “Seeing you in such a wonderful outfit, knowing I may never have the opportunity to spend another intimate moment with you, is a tragedy. I’d hoped that - no, never mind, I could never -”

“You hoped that what?” the girl hastily interjected, inching closer.

Raising her head, the Princess weakly smiled up at her guest. “I’d hoped that we could spend one last moment together - you know, before you swear yourself to your little husband…”

Lowering her gaze, seeing the mare’s diamond-hard nipples pressing against the dress, Celestia suppressed a chuckle. If she were the gambling type, she’d bet every bit in the royal coffers that her guest was positively drenched. Rolling back and staring at the ceiling, leaving her pillar-like cock standing proudly at her groin, she covered her face with her hands.

“I’m sorry,” she lamented, shaking her head, “I’m just a hopelessly -”

A soft touch against her ripe, full nuts nearly made her start, instantly putting her theatrics to an end. It took everything she had not to look down her chest at her guest, knowing that the girl was starting to cave to her urges, but she forced herself to remain still. If Cadance was about to seize the initiative, she’d have to play her cards right.

A set of slender digits caressed her cock, unable to fully wrap around the girthy shaft, before pulling away. There was no way in Tartarus the mare hadn’t been moved by their amorous flings. Not only had her guest admitted that she was vastly superior in the bedroom than Shining, but she’d yielded no resistance to her advances. Musing on what to say or do, praying that her plan wasn’t about to come apart at the seams, she was stricken by divine inspiration.

“If you wanted to have a final bit of fun,” she quietly breathed, her voice as faint as a whisper on the wind, “nobody would ever know about it…”

A tense handful of seconds passed, as she held her breath. There was no guarantee that they’d end up doing anything whatsoever - in fact, her scheme may backfire spectacularly. The girl was about to get married, making sacred vows that she all but belonged to her husband, so it was an extremely risky and foolhardy move to try and seduce her. On the cusp of giving up hope, pinching the bridge of her snout, she felt something warm and decidedly wet envelop the tip of her length.

While she didn’t have sex nearly as often as she would like, she knew when she was getting a blowjob. The knowledge that she’d succeeded in her hedonistic ploy was almost as gratifying as the pair of pouting lips and slick tongue against her dick - almost. With a deep, contented sigh, she glanced to the exit, summoned her power, and locked the door both physically and magically. Be darned if anyone was going to disturb the bride before the wedding, especially if she was about to commit herself to a superior stallionhood.

“Absolutely incredible,” she reverently remarked, relishing the mare’s oral skills. “I have to admit, I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone give better blowjobs than you.”

Cadance hummed around the first few inches of her cock, clutching and pumping the lower portion with one hand. Getting sucked off by a bride, mere hours before she said her vows, was easily one of the most arousing things she’d done in her preternaturally long life. Fighting the urge to take a more assertive role, willing to let things play out for a bit longer, she lifted her head and gazed down her chest - at least she tried to.

Her shirt, being perhaps a size of two too small, was pulled taut between her bosoms, making it virtually impossible to watch herself getting sucked off. Scrunching her snout and knitting her brow, she lifted one arm and pulled the obtrusive up and over her head. Flinging the garment to the side, with her bare breasts slumped slightly to either side of her chest, she peered between her cleavage to enjoy the show.

To her pleasant surprise, her guest wasn’t just bobbing her head and working her shaft - no, not by a long shot. Having pulled up and gathered her gown in one arm, she awkwardly rubbed her very moistened loins. It was a sight to behold, hotter than the magma pools of the dragon lands, and it stoked the flames of her lust. If the girl had gotten that worked up by the taste of her stallionhood, maybe she could risk being a touch more ambitious.

Extending one arm, fully intent on grabbing the mare’s head, Celestia’s outstretched hand was slapped away. In and of itself, the small strike would have been stocking, particularly since the girl continued fervently slobbering on her cock, but what followed was downright astonishing. Drawing a deep lungful of air, Cadance closed her eyes, forced her head downward, and drove the fleshy monolith down her gullet.

“Someone’s been practicing,” she tittered, seeing her guest stifle a gag, “but you still have a lot to learn…”

The pleasant surprise was all well and good, but a proper mare didn’t get ahead of herself. Resting her head on her hands, adjusting herself ever so slightly, she ignited her horn. If the young alicorn didn’t want to be physically touched, perhaps a grace of the arcane would suit her purposes a bit better. Enveloping Cadance’s head with her aura, sensing the slightest bit of magical resistance, she simultaneously bucked her hips and rammed her guest’s head down.

As Cadance winced and sputtered, quite literally choking on her monstrous appendage, she smirked. She’d never been gentle with her guest, and she had no intention of starting now. Sorcerously guiding the mare, watching the girl’s eyes water, she face fucked the alicorn with at a slow yet forceful pace. If they were going to have a bit of fun, it was going to be on her terms.

Enjoying herself, using but a fraction of her arcane might, she was left to muse on exactly why Cadance had developed a fondness for her. She was exceedingly well-hung, sure, though she felt like there was some other element at play. If she had to guess, having no concrete information to rely on, she assumed that unlike Shining, she wasn’t afraid to be a bit rough.

“When’s the last time Shining used you like this?” she asked, her motions unceasing.

The question was nonsensical - not simply because she felt sure of what the answer was, but because she’d robbed the mare of the ability to reply. Relaxing her sorcerous grip a marginal degree, she allowed her guest to withdraw and get a sip of air. Getting some oral was a fine opening act, but she’d be more than happy to see how far her Cadance was willing to go

As soon as her guest inhaled, likely thinking that the worst of her treatment was over, she evoked her power and continued undeterred. Cadance’s throat spasmed and quaked around her shaft, as she vainly tried to free herself. If it weren’t so sad, it would almost be funny to think that the lesser alicorn had any control of the situation. She’d only stop when she was good and ready to stop, now that she’d been riled up.

Though ruthless, her treatment wasn’t overly harsh. She gave the girl chances to breathe, administering the briefest of pauses here and there, yet she made sure to properly exert her authority. She sat as the pinnacle of her kind, the apex of both sexes, and she was merely demonstrating her supremacy to illustrate a point - Shining may be a good stallion, but he had nothing compared to her.

Placing her hands on Celestia’s hips, using what strength she had, Cadance pushed herself up and unsheathed the massive dick from her esophagus. Her perfectly applied makeup was an utter mess, with mascara running down her cheeks and her lipstick smeared over the saliva-streaked length beneath her. Turning her tear-streaked face up to her host, she weakly coughed and pawed at her abused throat.

“Awwwww -” the Princess sighed, “you don’t want your hubby to taste my cum when you kiss at the altar?”

“That’s not funny,” Cadance petulantly huffed, withdrawing her hand from her crotch.

The glance of the girl’s dampened panties told Celestia everything she needed to know, fueling her desire. “It’d be a shame if you got your dress dirty ~ how about you take it off.”

Having straightened up to brush off her gown, the mare peered down at the throbbing behemoth before her. Unless she was extraordinarily naive, she couldn’t think they were done fooling around. Now that her guest had kicked things off, they had a long way to go until she’d be even remotely satiated. Seeing the indecision in the girl’s eyes, she grinned.

“Consider it a bit of practice for your wedding night,” she purred, tauntingly flexing her pelvis and setting her cock to sway.

Glancing over her shoulder and to the door, Cadance reached behind herself. “I really shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Don’t worry,” the Princess smugly noted, “I made sure we won’t have any interruptions.”

Extending an arm up to the headboard, propping herself on one elbow, she pulled a pillow under her head. After the blowjob, getting a nice little show would be a pleasant change of pace. She had the perfect view of the mare standing just at the foot of the bed, though she couldn’t quite see all of the alluring mare’s figure.

“Could you step over just a bit?” she demurely asked, waving a hand to the side.

Cadance did as asked, sidling away from the bed and fully into view. As she unzipped her gown, slowly pulling the garment over her shoulders, a coy little smile graced her beautiful features. She really was an attractive creature, one of the most aesthetically appealing mares she’d ever met, though that highlighted a problem - Shining didn’t deserve her.

Slowly, sensually, the young alicorn slipped the gown over her chest. The contrast of white fabric against her cerise coat was staggering, yet it paled in comparison to the great reveal. Beneath the dress, she was adorned in a matching bra, panties, a garter belt, and leggings, complimenting her outfit wonderfully. Leisurely jerking herself off, she nodded to the girl’s groin.

“I think you’re forgetting something,” she remarked.

Hooking her thumbs over the waistband of her underwear, Cadance leaned forward and drew the garment down her legs. As she stood back up, having kicked the article to the side, she cocked her hip and flipped her mane away from her face. The Princess hungrily licked her lips, with her eyes firmly settled on the mare’s bare nethers.

“You don’t have to stare,” Cadance bashfully murmured, the blush on her face mirroring her rosy, engorged snatch.

“And you don’t have to come over and sit on my fat cock, but we both know you’re going to anyway,” Celestia snickered. “Since you’re almost assuredly going to wind up disappointed this evening with your dearest hubby, how about I give you a fond memory to masturbate to.”

Though Cadance didn’t say anything, her marish yearnings were almost palpable. Crawling onto the bed, moving up and over the supine Princess’ legs, she only stopped when she was straddling her host’s powerful hips. They both knew how this was going to end, so there was no trying to deny it. Locking eyes with her host, with her dripping-wet pussy bearing against the behemoth stallionhood beneath her, she raised her waist and let the massive length spring between her buns.

With a small giggle, Celestia leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her guest to remove the pesky brassiere. “Much better,” she whispered, flinging the article aside. “Now then, my pretty little mare, how about you start stuffing that delicious little cunt of yours. My cock’s been aching to fill you.”

“O…oh yeah?” Cadance meekly asked, shivering as the Princess fondled her bosoms.

“Mmmhmm,” Celestia hummed, tweaking and lightly tugging on the girl’s perky nipples. “It’s no exaggeration that you’re the hottest piece of ass I’ve ever had the good fortune of meeting - speaking of which,” she continued, lowering one arm to softly smack her guest’s cushiony rear, “how about you put that lovely body of yours to work…”

The girl’s cheeks darkened from the flattery, feeling the dick against her marehood, or possibly some combination of the two. Reaching between her legs, she clutched the root of her host’s shaft, rolled her hips back, and impaled herself. Though she struggled a bit, screwing her eyes shut to concentrate, she made slow, steady progress.

“Just as incredible as I remember,” the Princess contentedly sighed, grabbing the girl’s hips, “but allow me to help.”

The innocuous comment was all the warning Cadance got, before her host thrust into her. Held firmly in place, taken completely off guard, her depths were filled in the blink of an eye. Her mouth hung in a wordless gasp, her eyes flew open and rolled back, and her cunt spasmed around the unbelievably thick slab of marecock, as the Princess started mercilessly fucking her.

Celestia had gotten pretty rough with Cadance in the past, but this was different; there was no gradual escalation or warmup, no chance for the mare to acclimate to the intrusion - no, she simply went all out straight from the get-go. She knew her guest could endure it, having screwed her senseless twice before, so she saw no need to rein herself in. Her fingers sank into the girl’s soft waist, the head of her length battered the mare’s cervix, and her heart thundered in her chest, savoring her mate’s reaction to getting a real dicking.

There was no possible way Cadance’s future husband could outperform her; she was bigger, stronger in every conceivable way, was unbelievably more experienced, and her endowment made the Captain’s look pathetic in comparison. If the young alicorn truly wished to enter a monogamous relationship with the stallion, she’d obey the girl’s wishes - having said that, she was going to do everything in her power to ruin Cadance for anyone but herself. Lowering her gaze, watching her tool rhythmically pistoning into her guest’s clinging marehood, she brought one hand to the bride’s groin.

“It’s sad to think that we won’t be able to do this moving forward,” she grunted, savagely plowing the softly whimpering mare, “since you’ll be off limits after your wedding.”

“I…I don’t - Buck,” Cadance croaked, as the Princess nonchalantly began rubbing her clit.

“Don’t what?” Celestia inquired, cocking her head to the side. “Don’t want me to keep railing you? Don’t want to marry Shining?”

Willing herself to concentrate, the mare shot Celestia a wounded expression. “I love Shining...”

“I’m sure you do, but it seems as though you may love my cock just as much,” the Princess tittered.

While she would hate to ruin someone’s happy relationship, she couldn’t help but indulge her own lecherous needs. Cadance presented a singular opportunity, a mate who was just as ageless and insatiable as herself, and she simply couldn’t lose such a fitting lover for herself. Even if her guest did get married, happily devoting herself to her husband, that didn’t mean they had to stop having fun with one another.

She’d developed a taste for the young alicorn, so much so that she’d do whatever she had to to keep getting her dick wet. If she had to sneak about behind the good Captain’s back, so help her, she would - fortunately, it may not come down to that. If her assumptions about Cadance were correct, she wouldn’t have to bend over backwards for them to get busy with one another.

Swallowing hard, clenching around the impossibly fat stallionhood stretching her interior, Cadance peered down at her host’s face. “D…don’t -”

“Don’t stop?” the Princess interrupted, slowing for the briefest moment. “Well if you insist…”

With that final word, she pulled out all the stops. Lifting her legs and bracing her feet on the mattress, she added an extra bit of strength to her thrusts. The howls of bliss which cut through the air were rewarding enough, adding to her delight, but this wasn’t all about her. To successfully ensure having a uniquely durable fuck-buddy, she had to cement her place as an unrivaled lover.

In an instant, she shifted tactics and launched forward. One arm circled around the mare’s lower back, while the other kept her torso upright, while she leaned in and tenderly kissed her mate’s chest. There was no way in Tartarus anyone had or ever would rock Cadance’s world like her, and she was going to do everything in her power to display that fact.

The second Celestia wrapped her lips around the girl’s nipple, gingerly biting on the sensitive nub, her efforts were rewarded. The young alicorn’s entire body tensed, her rapturous wail raised an octave, and orgasmic juices squelched from her cunt, as she was rocked with an apocalyptic climax. Most mares would have been satisfied by cumming so harshly, but Cadance wasn’t an ordinary mare - moreover, the Princess wasn’t done proving her point.

Maintaining her breakneck pace, acting as if the girl hadn’t just peaked, Celestia tightened her grip on her lover. They’d only be finished when she decided they were finished, regardless of how many times her little plaything climaxed, and not beforehand. As far as she was concerned, Cadance could walk down the aisle with cum leaking out of her battered, gaped snatch. Rearing back and detaching from one teat, she flashed her teeth up at the mare’s saliva-streaked face.

“Maybe I should pay you a visit or two on your honeymoon,” she snarled, beating against her lover’s womb. “I’ll have to wash out all of Shining’s inferior seed, if I ever hope to sire an heir.”

Though she’d only been half-serious with the remark, her words apparently resonated with Cadance. Hammering her ass downward, using every ounce of her body weight, the girl fully hilted the monstrous length within her. Bludgeoning its way through the mare’s cervix, invading the fertile heart of the bride’s depths, the Princess’ stallionhood pulsed with anticipation.

The sheer vehemence of the move, having the entirety of her length entombed within her mate, caught Celestia off guard, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Since the nubile, soon-to-be wife was enthused to get a bun in her oven, she’d be more than happy to donate an absolutely ridiculous amount of virile foal-batter. Having refrained from any sort of masturbation over the past few weeks, knowing she’d get to see Cadance again, she had a piping hot and extraordinarily large load saved up just for the occasion.

Hammering the girl’s drooling cunt from below, she reached up and pulled the mare’s hair. “You will tell Shining that the child is his, even though you know it won’t be.”

“Yes,” Cadance mewled, squeezing the meaty stallionhood in her vice-like grip. “Please - Aaaahn - knock me up!”

The wonton plea pushed Celestia closer to the edge, sending her into a frenzy. She’d passively mused on siring an heir for the last several centuries, though there’d always been something standing in her way. With her responsibilities, her stately position, and her kingdom were of paramount importance to her, above her own wants, raising a child would be a huge undertaking - still, her obligations notwithstanding, she’d just been given her lucky break on a silver platter. If the forthcoming royal couple were to carry her bastard offspring, she’d be free from any actual commitment.

Her blood ran hot, her stallionhood flared, and her balls clenched, as she set her jaw and held out for as long as she could. There was no real need to stave off the inevitable, but the longer she held out, the more cum she’d pump into the little slut - her little slut. Planting her feet and drawing a deep breath, teetering on the brink, she slammed her hips upward, buried every inch of her considerable length, and impacted against the furthest reaches of the young alicorn’s needy womb.

Her victorious roar echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls while joined by Cadance’s shrill scream of ecstasy. Shot after shot, ounce after ounce, virtually a liter’s worth of seed erupted into the convulsing, climaxing mare. Though her lover was anything but ordinary, the influx was too much for anyone to endure.

Cadance’s abdomen ballooned outward, sagging under the tremendous volume of cum, while jizz lewdly squelched and leaked from her corked marehood. It would be impossible for Celestia’s wedding gift not to bear fruit, even if the newlyweds ended up making love throughout the night. The Princess’ essence was vastly more potent than any other ponies - coupled with the fact that her output rivaled two or even three stallions, and she was a literal breeding machine.

With the mare’s foal-factory filled beyond capacity, cum flowed from Cadance’s depths like a river. Though she was effectively corked, there was simply nowhere for all of the roiling jizz to go - hence the seemingly endless stream gushed from her cunt. Celestia’s groin, the bed, and even the floor were drenched in hot, thick spunk, while the girl trembled and fell silent atop her host. As their bodies grew still, with their climactic finale drawing to a close, a hush fell over the room.

“Just gotta…” Celestia grunted.

Kicking off with one leg, she rolled over, flipped the girl onto her back, and pinned her guest. They’d made quite a mess, but there was something she had to do to wrap things up. Grabbing the base of her semi-rigid cock, she pulled herself free and milked the final shots of her load onto the mare’s chest, bloated belly, and face. There was still time for Cadance to shower, but mere water and soap wouldn’t wash away her scent or the sin they’d committed.

Smiling down at the cum-drunk alicorn, she got to her feet and calmly trotted to the restroom. “Feel free to join me, if you can walk - if not, I’ll see you at the altar and again on your honeymoon.”

Cadance may not have realized it, but they’d crossed a line from which there was no going back. She was going to continue having fun with the girl, she was going to endure the mare gave her a foal, and she was going to make sure that she was the only pony in all of Equestria able to satisfy her lover. Shining would have to deal with sloppy seconds, but his bride was and would forever be hers…