Successor Assistance

Celestia stared down at her plate, spying the crumbs and streaks of maple syrup which remained on the porcelain, and scrunched her snout. Breakfast had consisted of two scones, a short stack of pancakes, sunny-side up eggs, toast, a cheese danish, and a cup of coffee - even after downing the sizable meal, she was tempted to lick the remaining syrup clean. With a petulant huff, telling herself she didn’t need it, she levitated the small, emptied platter over to her bedside table, gave a small heave, and got to her feet.

Refusing to bow down to her hunger served a dual purpose. For starters, she honestly didn’t need to eat anything else that morning - secondly and more prudently, she had to prepare for company. Strutting across her chamber and toward the boudoir, a movement to her side caught her eye. She stopped and turned, facing the standing mirror sitting beside her vanity, while a coy smile split her features.

She’d spent years being self-conscious about her weight, worrying that ponies would think less of her for putting on pounds as she’d gotten older, yet that time had come to an end. As paradoxical as it was, getting pregnant and gaining an inordinate amount of weight had uplifted her confidence into the stratosphere. Enwrapt by her reflection, grinning from ear to ear, she shifted in place, placed a hand behind her head, and struck a seductive pose.

Her chest had always been large, dwarfing even the bustiest mares by miles, but they’d grown considerably over the last two months in particular. While felt her diet or lack thereof had contributed to the size of her rack, the main cause was as evident as the blazing sun on a cloudless day. Milk weakly dribbled from each of her nipples, blending in with the white of her coat, and streamed down her breasts and onto her belly.

Ponies had likened her to a god before, an embodiment of divinity given equine form, but it wasn’t until she’d entered the final months of her pregnancy that she’d given the talk any credence. Like the incarnation of a fertility deity, she was beautiful and larger than life. Each teat was bigger than a beach ball and could produce nearly a gallon of milk every day, her abdomen was so large that she’d long since lost her ability to see her toes, and there wasn’t a seat in the land that could handle her absolute avalanche of an ass.

She slowly wheeled around, peeking over her shoulder and keeping her eyes glued on the mirror. Her bust, once her most potent amorous asset, had been overtaken by her nearly wagon-sized tush. Each doughy bun on her behemoth backside was enough to take up a chair by itself, making public outings a bit of an arduous affair - not like that was too much of an issue, considering she’d spent most of her pregnancy lavishing in the comforts of her keep.

Unable to control herself, she walked away from her reflection, watching the twin mountains of her rump hypnotically glide past one another, before wheeling around and running her hands over her rack. The mere touch of her slender digits was enough to evoke a small fountain of milk from her teats, rivulets of the nutritious stream spraying onto the floor beneath her. She couldn’t have cared less about the mess she was making, having memorized the spellwork necessary to clean up her all too common dairy faux pas, although it did tickle a different part of her mind.

Glancing over to her bed, she momentarily considered distracting herself with a bit of relief. Dealing with the gawking, oftentimes openly amorous looks from castle staff and regal visitors was easy to deal with, her preternatural strength allowed her to move about without much trouble whatsoever, and she wasn’t terribly bothered that her wardrobe had been reduced to little more than robes and togas - those were all things she could deal with easily enough. The real source of her troubles, aside from her bottomless appetite, was how her libido had gone through the roof!

She’d read that expectant mares often weathered hormonal changes, growing irate at trivial things or getting melancholic at the drop of a hat, but she had not been prepared to deal with a hyperactive sex drive. As if being in a near-persistent state of arousal wasn’t harrowing enough, it was like her sensitivity to everything had increased by an order of magnitude. The brush of fabric against her teats gave her shivers, the thought of a stallion was enough to drench her panties, and even the simple act of dressing herself would often lead to an impromptu, wholly self-indulgent masturbatory session!

Only eventually realizing what she was doing, she tore her hands off her chest and glowered at her reflection. Had it been any other day, she could have spared half an hour to rub herself into a quivering, squirting mess - regrettably, that wasn’t the case. As she marched into her bathroom, her hips brushing against the door frame and threatening to halt her progress, she did her damnedest to tame the horny beast that was her subconscious - after all, it would get what it wanted soon enough.

She stepped into her tub and magically set the water to warm, leaving the shower curtain undrawn. Like most things in and around her chamber, the basin in which she stood had been modified to accommodate her generous size. Doorways had been widened, reinforced furniture made, and several portions of the castle had been renovated for her - nevertheless, unless her little one came into the world soon, there’d likely need to be additional work done.

With a contented sigh, hovering a bottle of body wash and a loofah over to herself, she squeezed the liquid soap over her shoulders, belly, and bust. It was an odd time of day to shower, and she’d had one after waking up that morning, but it wasn’t without reason. Though she had no official work for the day ahead, having toiled long into the night before to get things done, she had a very, very important meeting she had to look her best for.

In a matter of minutes, she’d showered, rinsed herself off, and instantaneously dried herself using her magic, before donning a robe and trotting back into her chamber. As she stepped before her vanity and reached for her makeup, intent to accentuate her beauty with a touch of lipstick and blush, a sound from outside caught her ear. Looking over to the exit, wondering who was outside, she held her breath.

Knock Knock Knock-Knock Knock

“J…just a moment!” she called, her mind racing.

There were only two ponies on the whole of Equestria who had such a distinctive knock, so she immediately knew who lingered just beyond her door. She had no doubt that Shining and Cadance had arrived, even if they were slightly early, which left her at an impasse. As she straightened up, taking a step over to see her guests in, she glanced at her closet.

“I’m coming,” she affirmed, shaking her head and reining herself in. The last thing she wanted was to come off as too needy, so she decided to hold off on the little surprise she’d prepared, if only for the time being. Crossing to and throwing the door open, with her robe failing to conceal most of her bounteous bosoms and belly, she smiled out at her visitors. “Shining, Cadance, it’s so good to see you!”

The young Princess and Prince were just as charming and beautiful as ever. Though Shining didn’t look much different than he usually did, his wife was another story. Cadance had delivered Flurry Heart into the world nearly two months prior, but she’d retained most of the weight she’d gained over her pregnancy. The mare’s chest, rump, tummy, and thighs were still pleasantly plump, elevating her having a supermodel’s look to that of a very curvy MILF.

Shining smiled broadly as his eyes wandered up and down her titanic figure. “Nice to see yo-”

“Cele!” Cadance bleated, leaping forward and trying her best to hug the enlarged Princess. “It feels like it’s been forever.”

Sideling past the embracing pair, Shining closed the door and chuckled to himself. “Two weeks is hardly forever - that said…” he trailed off, gazing longingly at her rump.

Celestia hugged the young alicorn with one arm, but her attention lay almost solely on the stud beside her. “That said what?”

“You’re just - uh -” he faltered, his cheeks darkening. “It just seems like you get bigger every time we see you.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Celestia countered, releasing the nubile mare and turning to face him. “It’s not like I’ve heard any complaints from you about my size,” she continued, closing in on and towering over him.

He glanced back and forth from her prodigious rack and her face, his grin wavering. “Oh n…no - it’s not a b…bad thing at - Hmmff!”

“Much better,” the expectant diarch sighed, leaning in and entombing his entire head in her cleavage. “He’s so cute when he’s trying to be modest.”

“He really is,” Cadance tittered, walking over to join them. “And I bet he’s - yup, he’s rock hard,” she continued, shamelessly grabbing his crotch.

Instantly releasing him and stepping back, Celestia peered down at his groin. Sure enough, held firmly in Cadance’s grasp, the imprint of Shining’s length was as plain to see as the light of day. Trapped within the confines of his slacks, snaking down nearly to his knee, the colossal swell fanned the flames of her lust and sent lecherous thoughts parading about in her head. As the Princess of Love squeezed and affectionately ran her hand over his clothed stallionhood, she peeked back at her wardrobe.

“E…excuse me one moment,” she blurted, wheeling around and dashing across the room.

On the off chance that either of her guests took issue with her sudden and admittedly abrupt absence, she could deal with it later - for the time being, her impulsive purchase and the chance to show it off took precedence. Dashing to and into her closet, slamming the door closed behind herself, she flicked the light switch and crossed to the very back of the small chamber. Her wardrobe was, like her suite, large enough to accommodate her plus-sized needs. She threw her arms back, allowing her robe to slip from her frame, as she hovered a small parcel over to herself.

She’d never been one to spend exorbitant amounts of money on herself, especially when it came to garments or jewelry, although there were rare exceptions. The article she’d purchased for herself was exceptionally salacious and wickedly fetishistic, but she’d fallen in love with it from the moment she laid eyes upon it. Her rotund size and prolific breasts had grown on her, literally and figuratively, so she couldn’t help but buy something that showed them off in a delightfully provocative manner.

It was only due to having donned the garment nearly a dozen times, mostly for practice but purely out of self-amusement, that she was able to slide into it without trouble. Adjusting the shoulder straps and the length of fabric nestled in the crack of her ass, she spun around and inspected herself in the mirror at the far end of her closet. Everything was ready, her guests were doubtlessly wondering why she’d rushed off, and she looked exquisitely slutty - it was show time.

Lingering at the far end of her wardrobe, she sorcerously opened the door, broke into a full strut, and sauntered out into her room. It was only by some miracle that the outfit stayed on, given how her breasts swung and bounced with her every step, but it managed to remain in place as she burst into view. She only stopped when she reached the center of the floor, holding her head high with a smug smile plastered on her muzzle, and expectantly looked over at her visitors.

The look on Shining and Cadance’s faces was priceless. The young Princess’ eyes were wide, her nipples nearly poked through the top of her dress, and she was left speechless, but her husband was a different matter entirely. With his jaw nearly on the floor, and his slacks threatening to tear from his struggling stallionhood, the virile stud seemed like he was on the brink of passing out - that or pouncing on his host like a starved beast.

“Nothing to say?” Celestia quipped, hefting her bosoms with a combination of her hands and magic.

She squeezed her teats and sent milk showering over the carpet at the stunned couple’s feet, as she suppressed a giggle and peeked down at herself. While she’d never exactly planned to buy a cow-print sling bikini, she’d been smitten with and instantly purchased the swimwear as soon as she’d spotted it in a magazine. The fabric of the bikini barely covered anything, clinging tightly to her crotch and failing to conceal her almost dinner plate sized areola, and she may as well have been naked, but it was comfortable, naughty, and just looked darn good on her.

Her fingers ran over her bust and around her engorged nipples, circling the delicate buds of leaking flesh, as she looked between the stricken pair. “I apologize that we don’t have a barn to play around in, but I don’t believe the Apple family would be too receptive of such a depraved proposal.”

“I’ll be right back!” Cadance chirped. With a flash of light and a pop of displaced air, she was gone, whisked away through the ether to heaven knows where, leaving Celestia and her husband to stare blankly at the area she’d been standing in.

Turning to face his host, closing his slackened jaw, Shining cleared his throat. “Before you ask, no, I have no idea what that was about.”

Celestia wasn’t sure what to think of the unforeseen turn of events. Cadance hadn’t seemed upset in the slightest, but she hadn’t given the slightest clue as to where she’d gone or why she’d left in such a hurry. At a total loss, hoping she hadn’t done anything to offend the young mare, she was stunned when Shining closed the gap between them and stroked her thigh.

“I have to say, that outfit looks amazing on you,” he hummed, his fingers drifting up toward her groin. “It’s almost like you’re trying to get us worked up…”

“I…I would never - Nnnnph,” she groaned, feeling his digits tease the succulent mount of her marehood.

He cocked his head and paused, staring intently at her face. “You’d never what? Never dress up like a big, lewd cow to try and get a little action?”

Seconds from replying, yet not knowing what to say, she moaned when he grabbed and started rubbing her sopping-wet nethers. If he’d had any question as to how worked up she was or what her motives were for donning something so sinful, she had no doubt that he quickly figured out where her intentions for him and his wife lie. Bucking into his hand, sending his fingers sliding closer to her entrance, she bit her bottom lip.

“You know,” he mused, a knowing, impish smirk creeping across his snout, “a good cow would behave and let herself be milked - I mean, if she wanted a big, meaty reward.” Withdrawing and inching back, he ran his hand over the imprint of his turgid shaft. “You’re a good cow ~ aren’t you?”

By the pillars, she had not been prepared for him to be so forward - then again, she was the one who’d strutted out looking like a whorish bovine. All but wrapping her arms around her bosoms, her hands clasped at the base of her cleavage, she gave a slightly too enthusiastic nod. Regardless of where Cadance had run off to or how long she’d be gone, she and her lone, magnificently well-hung visitor were more than a little turned on and had nothing to do but entertain one another.

“Aren’t you?” he repeated, reaching up and grabbing her right nipple.

A wave of pleasure crashed over her, causing her to gasp. “Y…yes!”

“Ah ah ~” he tutted, kneading and gently pulling on her teat, coating his hand in milk in the process, “I don’t remember cows being able to talk.”

Her mind raced for a split second, her excitement mingling with apprehension, until understanding hit her like a ton of bricks. She’d presented herself like an animal, bestial and yearning for carnal affection, so she’d have to play the part. With amorous juices trailing down her legs, leaking milk like a broken faucet, and her knees threatening to buckle, she drew a breath and steadied herself.

“Moooooo!” she groaned, blood surging into her cheeks as she made the noise.

“Good girl,” he murmured, thrusting his hand back between her thighs. “I knew you were a good cow.”

She trembled as he pulled her bikini aside and graced the bare flesh of her sex, feeling herself winking in response to his touch. In spite of being ancient in comparison to most creatures that walked the land, the sensation of being aroused always had and likely always would take a toll on her. Facing villains, demigods of chaos, and threats to her Empire were easy - attempting to endure a fine stallion’s advances were less so.

He teased her entrance, the tips of two fingers sliding forward and back between her lower lips, and scanned the area by her bed. “I know you have a bucket around here.”

“M…moo!” and animatedly replied, pointing to her closet.

Following the line of her finger, Shining grinned, turned toward her wardrobe, and soundly smacked her enormous backside. “Go get yourself comfortable. I feel like this is going to be a long milking session.”

Her heart skipped a beat, as she fidgeted and wheeled around. She wasn’t sure exactly how he’d like her to be positioned, but she was stricken with inspiration. Crossing to her vanity, she leaned forward, placed her elbows against the burnished wooden surface, and relaxed. Each gargantuan tit hung beneath her, coming to within an inch of the floor, while her belly rested on the soft carpet below. It was a mere coincidence that her backside was perfectly angled toward her closet, meaning he’d have a picturesque view of her rump as soon as he emerged, yet that would hardly be an issue.

With her legs braced and tail swung to the side, she peeked back expectantly. Sure enough, after only a few seconds, he emerged from her closet, but there was a problem. He’d found her milk bucket, a novel item she’d bought while first attempting to milk herself, but he’d also found something else. Held by its handle in his right hand was the milking machine she’d taken to using every morning, midday, and evening.

“Oh you poor thing,” he mockingly lamented, holding the contraption aloft. “Don’t worry, your beefy stud is here to help.”

There were few moments over the last century or so when she could honestly say she’d been giddy, but be darned if this wasn’t one of them. Her blood ran hot, her marehood dripped to the floor, and she could practically stand still, as he walked over and knelt beside her. Flicking a switch on the machine, setting it to softly hum, he brought two of the siphoning suction cups to her pendulous teats.

Heedless to or ignoring her thrilled shiver, he patted her flank. “Atta girl - now hold still.”

He shuffled around and behind her, out of view, but she quickly deduced what he was planning. The sensation of what could only be a tongue, warm and wet, crawling up her thigh was exhilarating, equal parts tormentous and arousing, while he gradually made his way up to her nethers. With all the speed of a glacier, he continued his ascent until the top of his snout came to rest against the cleft of her ass.

“M…moo - Oh f - MOOO!” she brayed as he buried his face in her tush and plunged his tongue into her quivering depths.

Though they’d shared numerous passionate bouts with one another, it was a relatively rare event that he warmed her up with his mouth - normally Cadance beat him to it. His hands ran up and down the back of her thighs, and he hummed into her, as he alternated his focus between her silken confines and her bulging clit. Between the oral and the cups ceaselessly tugging on her teats, drawing a continual stream of milk from her heavy bosoms, she couldn’t have been happier with the development.

As disgraceful as it was, her thoughts drifted to a particularly taboo fantasy. Had she not been a Princess, she could see herself living a quaint life on a farm with a dutiful husband, a garden, some livestock, and plenty of children to keep her busy. The idea of being little more than a housewife and broodmare to a hardworking, hunky stud of a husband was beyond stimulating. Barefoot and pregnant, essentially a foal-factory on feet, her only duties would be to carry on her lover’s bloodline, raise the children, and ensure her family was happy, healthy, and very well fed.

Shifting behind her, bringing one hand to her groin, he brought his thumb to her clit. “Don’t be scared to be loud; I want everyone in the castle to hear my big, sexy mother-to-be enjoying herself.”

With her licentious urges getting the better of her, she swung her hips back and nearly sheathed his snout in her snatch. It hadn’t been the first time she’d muzzled him with her marehood, and she highly doubted it would be the last, so he knew he wasn’t all too bothered with the development. As odd as it was to say, his snout wasn’t nearly as big as the monster he was packing in his pants.

The move caused him to start, his motions drawing to an abrupt halt, but he didn’t stay that way for long. With renewed zeal, he held her tight and drove his face deeper, questing for her g-spot while fervently rubbing her clit with his thumb. Most stallions would have been taken aback by such a development, but not Shining - not having grown accustomed to satiating not one but two alicorns with health sex drives.

A sudden breeze and the familiar sound of discharged magic shook her from her fantasy, drawing her eye to the side. Though Cadance had only been gone for a matter of minutes, she wouldn’t have minded if the mare had taken her time. Watching the Princess lift her hands, seeing why her guest had left them, she swallowed hard.

“Nice to see you started without me,” Cadance playfully huffed, prancing over to the diarch. “Here you go, Bessy.”

As a pair of novelty horns were placed on her head, and a novelty cow bell placed around her neck, Celestia uneasily grinned. Even if Shining’s face hadn’t been planted squarely in her rump, she would have been powerless to stop her friend from playfully adorning her with the items - not that she was terribly bothered. She held herself steady, trying to decide if she should break character and say something or continue basking in the pleasure of being serviced by the stud, as Cadance sank into a deep squat beside her.

Patting the spectacularly gravid Princess’ abdomen, Cadance peered to her host’s face. “Push yourself up just a little bit…”

Celestia unquestioningly did as she’d been asked, though she had no idea what she was in for. As she studied the girl, watching her turn off and remove the suctioning cups from her tits, she softly whimpered. It wasn’t until the mare pulled the bucket over, situating it beneath her chest, that she had the faintest inkling of what was about to happen.

“Did you make her moo already?” Cadance flippantly asked, grabbing and squeezing the pair of udder-like tits hanging before her.

Shining withdrew and leaned to the side, peering over at his wife. “Sure did. Come on, hot stuff, let her hear it.”

The slight sting of his spontaneous smack to her rear mingled with her bliss, prompting Celestia to unleash an utterly whorish moo. There she was, one of the most illustrious ponies in the land, dressed and mooing like a rut-crazed cow - it was debased, she should have been embarrassed beyond all reasoning, yet the taboo excitement of it all was beyond reproach. Nobody would ever know that the demure, genteel Princess of the Day was a hopeless harlot behind closed doors, and she meant to keep it that way.

Another pop of discharged magic brought her attention behind herself, as Shining gradually rose to his full height. One of the only unfortunate things about being a veritable giant was that it was nearly impossible for any prospective partners to mount her without assistance - thankfully, considering it wasn’t the Prince’s first rodeo, he was well prepared for such occasions. Having teleported a small stool to himself, he stepped onto the sturdy piece of furniture, grabbed her hips, and nudged the head of his cock to her entrance.

Cadance took advantage of her momentary distraction, lowering herself to nurse on one breast while deftly coaxing milk from the other with her free hand. Likely realizing what his wife was up to, Shining wasted no time; holding her hips, he plunged into her and swiftly fell into a swift rhythm of screwing her. The two-pronged attack was flawlessly executed, wracking her with bliss and sapping her of what little strength she had left.

To say the couples’ ministrations felt good would have been an understatement. Cadance knew how to please mares in a way that stallions simply couldn’t comprehend, seeing as she was one herself, while Shining’s domineering, masculine side allowed him to bend nearly any female to his will. They were two sides of a coin, yin and yang, and Celestia found herself helpless to stop them.

“Moo for me,” Cadance murmured, biting down on the gravid alicorn’s teat.

“Moooooo!” Celestia thoughtlessly complied, overwhelmed by pleasure. “I’m y…your - Aaaaahn - sluttly little cow!”

“Darn right you - Mmmph - are,” Shining grunted, each thrust sending ripples across her massive ass.

Try as she might, it was impossible for Celestia to do much of anything aside from uncontrollably whimper and mewl as she steadily approached her climax. She could last for quite some time by herself or with a single partner, but weathering the passionate storm of both Cadance and Shining was an insurmountable task. Sensing the milking machine being placed back on her breasts, the steady suctioning almost as good as her friend’s mouth, she forced her eyes open and noticed the Princess climbing onto her vanity.

She instinctively lifted her head as Cadance awkwardly crawled over the furniture’s surface and lifted her legs. It would have been unfair that she had all the fun herself, so being presented with the Princess’ pink, juicy muff didn’t surprise her in the slightest. Slipping her arms under the young mare’s legs, she pulled the mare to herself, licked her lips, and dove into her friend’s glistening marehood.

Locking her into position while she was plowed from behind, the Princess of Love groaned and clamped her thighs around her head. Being rutted by a virile stud while eating his wife’s puss, while astounding, was no easy task. She clenched her marehood with each of Shining’s backstrokes and lapped at Cadance’s clit, all while doing everything she could to stave off the inevitable. It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to cum but when, though she’d hold out for as long as she could.

The trio’s debauchery could only be described as legendary. Each attempted to please the other, be it from sinful promises and soft caresses to ruthless plunges and skillful tongue-work, and it spoke to the intimacy that they shared. A threesome among amorous ponies could be hedonistic and very rewarding, yet it would lack the familiarity and care of three ponies who genuinely cared for one another.

Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still, while their passion soared into the heavens, but it came to an end far quicker than any of them would have hoped. Holding Celestia’s mane while fiercely tugging her left nipple, the breath hitching in her throat, Cadance climaxed before either her host or her husband. If she’d been an ordinary mare, this wouldn’t have meant much whatsoever, save for a baptism of her nectar, yet that was far from the case.

A shockwave of unrefined love energy blasted through the room, devastating Celestia and Shining in its wake. The stallion growled and victoriously roared, sheathing the entirety of his length and bathing the elder Princess’ confines with his potent essence. As his hips fitfully twitched and thrusted, ensuring every drop of his seed was pumped as deeply as possible, he leaned in and hugged his lover’s back.

Celestia had been close to cumming as it was, so the combination of Shining filling her and the carnal energy which assailed her did her in in a heartbeat. Her mouth hung open in a breathless scream, her eyes shot wide, and a heady cocktail of her orgasmic juices and his cum erupted from her stuffed sex, making a spectacular mess on the floor beneath her. Listing to the side, trying and failing to keep herself upright, she was rescued by the couple.

Moving faster than should have been possible, Shining and Cadance held her with their hands and magic and prevented her from taking a tumble. She exhaustedly looked at them, smiling to each in turn, and attempted to look appreciative. She could barely hold herself up, she must have looked foolish in her dairy-cow getup, and she was covered in sweat and all sorts of sexual fluids, but that couldn’t be helped.

“C…can - Cough - can I get next?” Cadance croaked, using her sorcery to right her host.

Celestia wearily smirked and glanced over to the bed. “Only if I get to suck him clean first…”

While she was certain that they’d spend the night together and eventually collapse in an obscene pile on her mattress, she wasn’t sure exactly what they’d end up doing. There was a good chance they’d take turns or even break into her extensive supply of sex-toys at some point or another, but that was hardly a bad thing. Regardless of precisely how they were making love, they never failed to end a passionate bout without everyone being completely satisfied - a hallmark of their affection for one another - still, she wondered how or if their dynamic would change once she’d had her foals…