“Your set was over an hour ago, you should have something to eat,” Vinyl’s horn glowed as she grabbed a plate, her dim eyes glazed over as she eyed the dessert table. “Don’t have to worry about getting icing on your strings anymore.”
Octavia rolled her eyes as Vinyl lifted two cinnamon rolls onto the plate. “I would appreciate it if you called it what it was, a performance. This isn’t some club anypony can get into.”
“The Gala goes to shit every year, there’s hardly a difference,” Vinyl glanced back at Octavia, and seeing her eye the door made a slight frown tug at her lips. The silence hung in the air between them as Vinyl struggled to find her following words.
“You light up the room when you play, nopony can get enough of you. It’s like-” Octavia raised a hoof to cut Vinyl off before she could finish.
“If I agree to eat the cinnamon roll, will you drop this?” The annoyance was clear in Octavia’s voice, and Vinyl was quick to nod, extending the plate out to Octavia.
The gray mare stared at the rolls on the plate for a long time. Octavia had reservations about eating in public, always worrying that other ponies were judging her over what ended up on her plate. She was willing to put that past her just this once to get the fussing to stop. She wasn’t sure why Vinyl was so insistent on her having one of the rolls but knew there was no point in pressing the issue further. Not on the Gala floor with hundreds of ponies milling around. Octavia took the smaller of the rolls and took a closer look at it, trying to spot any imperfections. When none could be spotted Octavia finally took a small bite of the golden brown pastry.
Octavia struggled to keep a neutral expression on her face as chewed, savoring the taste. As much as she tried to hide the look of enjoyment from her face, her resolve was slipping and she was sure that Vinyl knew. This was the best cinnamon roll Octavia had ever tasted, and at the Grand Galloping Gala of all places.
“It’s good, isn’t it? They’ve had to put out a bunch of extra plates of them, and they’re always all gone within minutes. Heard some ponies talking about some secret ingredient,” Vinyl had a sly grin on her face as she watched Octavia take a second bite of the pastry. Octavia nods as she chews, swallowing before opting to speak again.
"Why were you so insistent on the rolls? Out of everything?" Odd antics aside, Octavia was starting to feel a little concerned about Vinyl. Maybe she had had a few drinks? But the mare didn't appear intoxicated, so Octavia was erring on caution, not wanting to accuse without reason. Maybe Vinyl doesn't want Octavia to try some of the cinnamon rolls, nothing more to it than that. Yet she couldn't shake the growing feeling of unease as she continued to eat.
"I thought since everyone else was snatching them all up they must be good," Vinyl leaned on her hind hooves, her ears perking at full attention. Octavia raised an eyebrow, following Vinyl's hoof as she pointed towards the throne in the center of the hall. Two guards stood at each side, holding black spears in opposite hoofs. The dark color of the shaft wasn't in line with what Celestia's guard was seen sporting normally, the reflective surface reflecting some light and leaving spots on the ceiling.
Other ponies were beginning to take notice, some conversations dying out as their attention began to shift as some of them began moving to the front of the steps. A colt stepped on the first step to move in closer, causing the guards to stiffen, pointing their spears toward the ceiling. The colt quickly took a step back. It wasn't long before a silence blanketed the hall, only an occasional murmur breaking through. Vinyl and Octavia would soon join them, inching as close as possible to the stage they could, their bodies pressed tightly together as more ponies began filing into the hall, and as the last few stragglers found their place in the room a pair of guards closed the doors, crossing their spears to prevent entry.
A ball of light descended from the ceiling and came to rest on the throne, pulsating for a moment before a pair of wings unfurled to reveal Celestia in all her glory. She wasn't dressed for the gala, but to do so would distract from her beauty. Celestia held her chin high as her subjects bowed to her, their silent praise spreading warmth through her body. Celestia loved her subjects deeply, and they loved her. She waited for the gathered ponies to stand, watching for their eyes and waiting for their unbroken attention.
"My beloved subjects," Celestia began, ignoring the few raised eyebrows at her language. "How lovely it is to see you gathered before me. Tonight is special, a celebration like nothing you could've dreamed."
There was only one other time Celestia had been in a room with love this potent. Her eyes scanned the crowd as if she would be able to spot the source just from a mere glance. It was making her feel drunk, her hind hooves wobbling as she took a step forward. The guard to her left shot her a worrying glance, Celestia's eyes turning to stare into him while her head remained forward. He was quick to correct his posture. Celestia glanced back to the crowd, her eyes making contact with a gray mare. At once, she knew.
"I want to thank our bakers, they've worked so hard to get all those cinnamon rolls out and ready for tonight, this last-minute addition doing nothing to lower their quality," Celestia's voice wavered at the end of her sentence, though the small round of applause from the crowd seemed to have stopped anypony from noticing. Her eye flicked back to the gray mare, who held a different expression. One of recognition.
Octavia's face morphed into horror, her chest tightening as she locked eyes with Celestia a second time. The alicorn's eyes narrowed, her smile never faltering. Her expression was back to normal in an instant, taking a few steps forward as she prepared to speak once more. Vinyl's lips were pursed, a hoof reaching out to grab Octavia's. She didn't pull away but didn't make any indicator that she noticed Vinyl's gesture. Celestia continued.
"There have been some whispers of a secret ingredient being used in the rolls, and I have to say that I'm a little surprised that nobody's figured out what it is yet," Celestia was now standing at the edge of the stairs, scanning the crowd from left to right one last time. A few ponies had started to shuffle back and forth, flushed faces beginning to stick out in the crowd. Celestia locked eyes with Octavia just in time to see the beginnings of a blush beginning to blossom on her cheeks, the same happening to the white unicorn beside her. "What better place to use changeling slime than the Grand Galloping Gala?"
Octavia's tail was tucked firmly against her marehood, the muscles of her hind legs beginning to spasm. She was kicking herself over and over in her mind for giving in to Vinyl's pushing and prodding about trying the cinnamon rolls. Celestia wouldn't have done something like this, Octavia was doing everything she could to reason with herself the best she could with how cloudy her mind was rapidly becoming.
Celestia couldn't contain the smirk from her lips any longer as the ponies struggled to make sense of what to do next. A few were turning and trying to exit through the main doors only for the guards to cross their spears and take a step forward, ushering the ponies back into the crowd.
“As the final act of the Gala, I present the floor of the Canterlot to you, use it as you see fit,” Celestia folded her wings against her sides, glancing around the room, but she couldn’t help but keep turning her attention back to Octavia.
Octavia could barely hold herself up. Her marehood was dripping arousal down her legs, at this point, it was likely she was going to cause a puddle if she didn’t move. If her legs weren’t trembling so badly she would have bolted and tried to force her way past the guards long ago. Something was wrong, Octavia was positive that the Celestia on the stage was not their actual princess. Each time Octavia tried to string a set of thoughts together her mind brought her right back around to the throbbing between her legs.
With the Princess’s blessing, ponies didn’t waste any time in throwing themselves at each other, piles of clothes and accessories forming in random heaps throughout the room. Mares threw their tails up, stallions pacing and slapping their erect cocks against their bellies. Moans began to fill the silence as the ponies around got to work.
“Tavi, we can go and sit down,” Vinyl’s voice was strained, speaking through gritted teeth as she shoed ponies away from Octavia. “You don’t have to-“
“Fuck me!” Octavia blurted out in a shrill tone, a few heads turning towards her, wondering if the voice was calling to them.
Vinyl would have slowed down or been shocked by how direct Octavia had been, but now wasn’t the time to point the breaking of habits out. Vinyl had Octavia’s tail in her grasp, a blue wisp holding the mare’s tail to the side to give Vinyl the easiest access. Octavia’s marehood was drenched, her clit winking rapidly at Vinyl, begging to be touched.
Vinyl couldn’t stop her body from moving forward as she mounted Octavia, the gray mare’s legs almost giving out under the weight on her back. A second blue wisp appeared around the hilt of Vinyl’s cock as she brought her hips forward, lining the tip of her cock up with Octavia’s slit. Octavia pushed her hips backward, urging Vinyl to hurry along. Vinyl began to slowly ease her cock into Octavia’s pussy, finding herself quickly losing her composure. The moan Octavia let out certainly wasn’t helping, her walls already clamping around the head of Vinyl’s cock.
“Cumming already?” The blue wisp faded from Vinyl’s horn, causing Octavia’s tail to drop. Octavia let out a slow whine as Vinyl continued pushing deeper into her cunt with ease. Vinyl grabbed a mouthful of Octavia’s mane, yanking her head back as she slammed her hips against Octavia’s ass, bottoming out and feeling the tip of her cock kissing the mare’s womb. Octavia squealed, her eyes rolling back as she was stretched out.
Vinyl didn’t give Octavia any time to adjust, her balls slapping against the mare’s clit as she pounded away. Octavia couldn’t control her voice, her moans quickly catching other ponys’ attention, some trying to work their partners up more to match the volume. Vinyl’s breathing was shaky, her eyes shut tight behind her glasses. She needed to fill Octavia over and over again. Where Octavia could barely form any thoughts besides pleading for more, Vinyl’s head was full of urges towards emptying her balls into the womb of this mare.
Having grown bored of watching, Celestia had begun making her way through the floor, observing other ponies and their activities but not yet picking where to jump in. Her gaze would linger on mares being pleasured by multiple suitors, and yet even if they noticed, they never asked her to join in, seemingly intimidated by the thought.
Celestia turned her head to the left just in time to catch Octavia squirting as she came over Vinyl’s cock again, the puddle underneath her finally forming. The princess couldn’t turn her head away, watching as the pounding showed no signs of slowing. The golden shoes clacked against the hard floor as she closed the gap between them, a smirk glued onto her lips. Vinyl’s thrusts slowed as Celestia drew in closer, lowering her head in respect.
“Vinyl, Octavia. Lovely to see the both of you here,” Celestia turned her back to the both of them, then lowered her hips to be level with Octavia’s face, a large pair of balls now hanging right in front of Octavia’s face, a winking marehood nestled right above them. The musky smell made Octavia’s mouth water, and Celestia didn’t have to encourage her before she could feel a tongue sliding against it. Her cock began stirring in its sheath, hardening slowly as Octavia’s tongue explored.
Vinyl let go of Octavia’s hair and her head moved forward, her lips wrapping around Celestia’s clit and beginning to suck gently. Celestia’s wings ruffled, a bit shocked at the sudden pleasure, only to find herself moaning softly. She had to duty to keep her composure, but with Octavia’s tongue rolling around in between sucks, the princess was unraveling quickly. Her breathing quickened, tossing her head back with a gasp as she came, her clit winking rapidly. A shudder ran through her body from horn to tail tip, and when she opened her eyes again she saw eyes all glued onto her. Celestia glanced down towards her body, only to be met with black fur.
Octavia’s eyes widened as she stared at the mare that used to be Celestia, her mouth hung agape. Her head was still foggy, but even in her state she was shocked that she caused the changeling queen’s disguise to falter by making her cum.
Chrysalis ran her teeth other her fangs as she rose to her feet, turning her body to look back at the two mares. Vinyl’s hips were pressed to Octavia’s, her cock twitching against Octavia’s womb.
“Don’t stop fucking her, you haven’t come yet,” Chrysalis nodded to Vinyl, then sat back on her hind legs. Her pair of prehensile cocks spiraled around each other, their tapered tips leaking with a clear fluid. After a moment of hesitation Vinyl began thrusting again, Octavia’s moans soon filling the silence.
Vinyl had been close before, but now with the eyes of a queen locked onto her, it was getting harder and harder to endure for the sake of getting Octavia off more. Vinyl grit her teeth, grunting as she slammed her hips against Octavia’s, painting her cervix with thick walls of cum.
Chrysalis waited as Vinyl rode out her orgasm, chuckling as a wave of cum spilled out of Octavia’s cunt as Vinyl pulled back, her front hooves clopping against the floor as she dismounted. Octavia’s legs wobbled but she managed to feel herself on her hooves, glancing towards Vinyl briefly with a smile.
“How thoughtful of you to warm her up for me,” Chrysalis’s horn lit up, lifting Octavia from the floor and pulling her back up against her chest, her front legs wrapping around Octavia’s waist to home her in place.
Vinyl and Octavia shared a glance, Chrysalis just smirking as she lowered Octavia towards her cocks, the tentacle-like appendages squirming yo towards the mare in her grasp. Once the tips of the cocks found Octavia’s marehood one of the appendages straightened out, trying to push itself further in. The other cock began prodding at Octavia’s ass, making the mare’s eyes widen. Chrysalis pulled Octavia down further in her cocks, earning a squeal as they began to thrust in and out of her holes on their own. Chrysalis closed her eyes, her breathing becoming more shallow as the thrusts grew faster.
Vinyl’s horn lit up with a blue mist, a second one appearing around her cock, and began stroking it. Chrysalis giggled, making a notion with her tail. two of her changeling guards strut up, one presenting itself to Vinyl to be mounted. It didn’t take much coercing for Vinyl to mount the changeling, burying her cock to the hilt inside the cool tunnel. It felt segmented against her cock, each ring tensing independently from the other. The second changeling was quick to mouth Vinyl, his single tentacle-like appendage finding its way to Vinyl’s marehood, his wings fluttering as he thrust in.
Chrysalis had her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as the tip of one of her cocks pushed past Octavia’s cervix, earning a squeal from Octavia. Exactly what Chrysalis had been waiting for. A slow stream of eggs began working its way into Octavia’s womb while Chrysalis’s second cock continued pounding away at Octavia’s ass. With the combination of the eggs and Vinyl’s cum, Octavia’s stomach began to bulge. Octavia was unable to stop climaxing, the aphrodisiacs having made her far too sensitive. Tears of overstimulation were beginning to form as her hips twitch forward, unable to stop herself from squirting once again.
Chrysalis held her breath as her stomach began to tighten, feeling an orgasm building up. Before she was able to stop herself she had bitten Octavia’s shoulder, her fangs breaking the skin and piercing her. Octavia whimpered as blood began flowing into the changeling queen’s mouth, her cocks squirming like crazy before a slurry of deep green cum began leaking out of Octavia’s holes. Chrysalis panted as her cocks slowly began to sheathe themselves once more, her arms still wrapped around Octavia.
Chrysalis’s smirked as her attention turned back to Vinyl. She was being held up by two changelings with their cocks buried deep in her ass, while a third stood in front plowing into her cunt. Her hands were busy stroking her cock which was leaking precum, her hips jerking forward constantly like she was shooting blanks. One by one the changelings dumped their loads into Vinyl, filling her to the brim with semen. As they rode out their orgasms they lowered her down onto the ground to catch her breath, Chryslers leaning forward to lay Octavia down beside Vinyl.
The changelings stood around, watching the pair tremble as cum leaked out of them both while the occasional translucent green egg managed to slip out of Octavia’s pussy.
