Loonas Alicorn Experince

“Everybody ready?” asked Blitzo as the final preparations for the job were finalized. “Millie, you have your ax? Moxy, Loona, grab the book, come on.”

He shook his head and looked at his small note of horse drawings and the list of things to do:

Step 1. Kill Celestia
Step 2. Buy Loona a birthday gift
Step 3. Don't die while doing either
Step 4. …
Step 5. Money

“I'm still eating my breakfast, damn it!” barked back Loona, spooning away at her Cheerios. “Why’s this job matter so much, anyway?”

“It doesn't matter what the job is, it's our job!” spat back Moxy as Millie twirled her ax in the background and Blitzo rubbed his temples for a moment. “Besides, he told all of us what time this was happening, two days ago!”

“Loony, please, this job is the biggest paying one we've ever had,” pleaded Blitzo, drawing a sigh from his adopted hellhound as she set down her food. “Just… try to put some heart into murdering today?”

“Let me put on some clothes,” she sighed, dragging herself up.

Moxy averted his eyes from the dog girl casually wearing her collar, panties and bra and nothing else. “I can't believe you just let her walk around like that, sir,” he sighed as she went to the office to make herself presentable.

“Moxy, do me a favor and shut up.” Blitzo was used to the sight, as that was her usual at-home attire. “Besides, she's dealing with a hangover. Though, I wish she’d come home instead of the office last night…”

Millie stayed out of the argument. She just didn't give a damn.

It wasn't long before Loona came out in her typical gothic attire; her crop top pentagram boob window shirt that showed off her melons, and her short, ass-hugging shorts.

Everyone gathered together around the book and Loona spoke the chant, opening the portal that would take them where they wished to go. It swallowed them all, placing them in the throne room of Canterlot Castle.

“Alright, bitches!” shouted Blitzo. “We can do this the easy way or th–”

He stopped short. Celestia, Luna, Twilight and Cadence, all naked, had been talking amongst themselves, and now looked to the intruders with raised eyebrows.

The imp only took a glance at their forms, gathering plenty of information from their vibrant coat colors to their… sizes.

Not just their bodies, but their breasts ranging from Twilight’s little less-than-average bust, followed by Luna’s decently-beyond-average chesticles, to Cadance’s melons, nearly twice as large as Luna’s, like two soft, squishy pillows on her chest.

But they were all overshadowed. Celestia's titanic gravity wells dwarfed the others, being nearly three times as large as Luna’s, making Twilight seem imperceptibly flat. Her areolas alone were the same circumference as Twilight’s whole breast, each with firm, plump nipples almost too big to wrap a set of lips around.

Some of the royals had piercings as well. Some crescent moon earrings had been stuck into the lobes of Luna and their solar equivalents were worn by Celestia. Both also had matching belly button piercings.

What separated between them was the nipple piercings. Where Luna simply had two studs on either side, Celestia had the much more brash-looking piercings; two golden handlebars hanging from her tits.

Cadence wasn't clad in any piercings, nor was Twilight.

Those wonderful breasts and piercings were quite eye-catching, but they weren't what drew the imps’ and hellhound’s attention the most. Their eyes drifted to the hips of the monarchs.

Twilight’s slimmer figure was the opposite of thick, but still her hips gave her a nice hourglass shape, with her butt firm and soft-looking. Cadence’s hips and ass, much like her tits, were an expansion on Twilight’s sizes, providing a nice, heart-shaped rear that one could give a good squeeze and lose their muzzle in.

Things took a turn for the crazy from there. Luna’s hips and rear combined were certified clothing-tearers, big enough that she’d almost end up stuck in a lawn chair built for her size. Her ass cheeks were so large that they might as well be pillows, and honestly, probably worked well enough as such for whomever was lucky enough to find themselves in her bed.

Then there was Celestia's cake. It was big enough to fit a three-tiered wedding cake inside of each side of her fat rump. Truly, two beachballs worthy of the sun cutie mark on each cheek. It was several times the size of her dear sister’s plot, and rotund enough that one would likely lose their head under them and suffocate before they made their way out of the solar cheek trap.

What everyone finally focused on as the group of alicorns turned to the imps and Loona were their cocks. More specifically, the sheaths and balls hanging between and pressing against their thighs.

Twilight and Cadance’s sheaths, and of course the cocks within, were of fairly tame sizes as they rested. Veiny, and in Cadance’s case, seemingly always dripping with precum, they rested over the fat nuts of the younger alicorn princesses. Each of their ballsacks were somewhere between the two mares’ bust sizes in their enormity. On each, the veins of the beastly things they wielded like weapons were visible, if not pronounced and pulsing, as they snaked to the head of the sheaths to meet the medial rings, neither absurdly thick in their circumferences; just a bit beyond average in both cases.

The real titanic girths were, to no one’s surprise, on the alicorns representing the sun and the moon. Celestia's sheath was thicker than an arm, coming out to almost a foot in length, clearly hiding a truly massive member within. It rested on the two heavy, leathery white orbs she called nuts; as big around as cantaloupes and then some. They rested on her thighs, dripping with sweat.

Loona’s eyes, unlike those of the imps, fixated on the piece of black and dark blue meaty phallic sheath hanging from Luna’s crotch. It seemed a bit smaller than her sister’s covering, but not by much, and both were quite veiny beasts. She watched it lightly twitch, leaking precum, a deep blush coming across her face.

Blitzo grabbed Moxy and Millie, immediately turning them all to face inwards as Loona shook herself from the heat-inducing stupor and kneeled down into a crouch, still firmly taller than the imps, leaving her exposed as all hell.

“They’re all naked horse ladies!” proclaimed Blitzo in a shout-whisper. “Nobody said that they’d be horses!”

“Sir, I think you’re overlooking the much more pressing strangeness.” replied Moxy, raising his eyebrow. “They are women; or, I guess mares, with dicks. You’re fine with murdering seemingly innocent individuals on regular occasions, but not horses? That's your concern?! They’re naked ladies with their dicks out!” he emphasized, throwing his hands out from the group to the alicorns, “They have dicks!”

This made Loona look up at them, clearly unsure what to think of the motley crew that had come before them.

“J-just… don't draw your weapons yet,” Blitzo said, turning back around.

Loona rose up to look at their target, standing there: an eight-foot tall, winged unicorn lady that was even a bit taller than Loona herself, even if most of that height was her horn.

That said, her gaze didn't focus on her for long as her eyes drifted to the next tallest alicorn, blackish-blue in color, unlike Celestia's alabaster and porcelain white coat, with a starry mane of the same design as the memoir she was holding. She stirred something in Loona.

Almost all of them did, actually, but the blue one most of all. She felt her panties starting to grow a bit tighter and she gulped lightly.

”I want to fuck a horse lady… That's a first,” she blushed.

“Hey, there, dear equine ladies. My name is Blitzo. The, uh… o is silent. Ummm… this is my crew, and we're here on a, uh…”

“Interdimensional outreach!” spoke up Loona to the surprise of most of the imps, prompting a light shrug from the hound as Blitzo focused in on her blush. Was she… towards them?

“Huh… Uh, yeah. Outreach. And as we understand it, you all are this land’s rulers, right?”

“Yes, that’d be correct,” answered Celestia, stepping forward, her white body shining in the light of the stained-glass windows. “And you are?”

Blitzo cleared his throat while Moxy tried not to stare. Millie helped keep him busy. This left just Loona, who couldn't not look at those plump, fat breasts hanging off her chest. They were larger than her own by a fair few sizes, as she was somewhere between the smaller two.

“Well, we're, uh… you know… we are from hell…” Blitzo said, expecting an immediate reaction but only receiving a look that asked for elaboration from the solar monarch.

Blitzo was cut off as Loona stepped forward to speak. “You don't know what hell is? Are y–”

“Ma’ams, I can tell we've, eh, interrupted something, so do you have a place where we can maybe collect our thoughts and talk when you’re free?” asked Millie, tired of seeing her boss flail about with words.

“Yes, we can grant you a temporary room,” answered Luna, stepping forward. She nodded to Loona and finished, “But this one stays with me.”

Celestia turned to address the other princesses. “Cadance, Twilight, we’ll pick things back up later, if that's alright with you.”

“It's fine, aunty,” smirked Cadance. “Besides, based on the look that the hound has in her eyes, you’re gonna need the place to yourselves.”

“Cadance!” jabbed Twilight with a bit of shock. “We’ll be back tomorrow, if that's okay with you,” sighed Twilight, blushing at her sister-inlaw’s blatant innuendo.

Celestia had known this was coming the second she had seen Loona’s blush. “I'll see you two tomorrow.”

Meanwhile, Blitzo was fuming. “Absolutely not! I'm not going to leave my Loony alone w––”

“Sure,” Loona flatly interrupted, to Blittzo’s dismay. Everyone kept cutting him off. He crossed his arms as Loona looked back at him. “Don't worry, I'll be fine. You know I can handle myself.”

Blitzo “relented,” fully intent on spying on the royal alicorns talking to his daughter as guards came into the room, escorting the imps out.

Hearing the grand doors shut, Loona turned back to the two celestial embodiments. “So, what did you want with me?”

At Loona’s question, the alicorns turned to each other inquisitively, almost competitively. A sly, cocky grin came to Celestia's face as she brought a hand to her mouth, lightly resting on it and caressing her chin thoughtfully with a finger. She mouthed something to her sister, who had been composed, but suddenly, a deep blush enveloped her face and she spat back with far less tact and composure.

She stumbled with her words for a moment, stammering, before crossing her arms and looking away from her sister defiantly, much to Loona’s confusion at still having not been given an answer.

“We… we suppose that, as the one she's eyed most keenly, I can be “saved” ‘til after you’ve become more “familiarized” with her,” conceded Luna with regained dignity and composure, despite her blushinging as Loona looked at her.

Celestia clapped her hands loudly, drawing the hounds attention. “Splendid! Fret not, dear sister. I promise I won't break her.” An additional statement followed under her breath, either not accounting for Loona’s greater hearing or not caring: “Not too badly at least…”

Now, Loona was no foolish dog. She could smell what was coming from a mile away, in more ways than one. Ever since the quartet had entered the room, she could smell something that the others couldn't; the powerful musk of four hung alicorns. She’d be damned if it wasn't working her up.

The sight of four, now two, tall and well-hung women, as weird as that statement was, began making her pussy quiver. It was a good thing she could tell what they had planned, though deciding how she felt about it was another story.

“You ponies know anything about modesty, or does everyone walk around naked, here?” she asked as she stepped forward, very matter-of-factly. The growing wet spot in her pants was impossible to hide away from the two monarchs..

“Oh, no, not everyone does, but I expect you to strip the second you enter our chambers. That is, assuming you are willing, my canine friend…” purred out Celestia, her magic pulling the hound forward by her collar. Despite Loona’s best attempts of stopping herself from moving, her feet only served to slide against the polished tile floor until she was released, mere inches before the two alicorns.

She was hammered by their scent at her first whiff. The musk wasn't sweet; rather, it was pretty pungent and overwhelming. But whether it was magic or a secret kink in Loona’s soul, it made her heart beat harder and her tail wag, despite her own efforts holding it down. She at least slowed it, only serving to let the wagging, sensitive tail beat back and forth against her thighs.

“W-well, I suppose a round or two wouldn't hurt before we talk about me and my, uh… “friends.””

“Hmm~ We think you'll like this very well,” purred Luna, walking around the hellhound like a shark sizing up its prey. “What is your name, hound?”

“Loona.”

At the proclamation of her name, Celestia couldn't have held back her grin if she'd tried. “Make that three rounds! I have something I really want to try in your dreams tonight, Luna.”

“Dreams?” questioned Loona. She was silenced by a finger against her muzzle. Her ears suddenly folded back for a second as Celestia booped her and she fought back a growl, pitifully failing and drawing a light chuckle from the two.

“Quite the feisty one, it seems,” purred Luna, grabbing Loona’s crotch. No pair of shorts in all of Hell could protect her from the fingers pressing against and rubbing her pussy’s folds the way that Luna’s fingers did. A gasp escaped the surprisingly virgin teen and Celestia’s magic quickly snapped the hellhound’s muzzle shut.

“No moaning ‘til we're in bed, you hear me? Otherwise you'll be punished, understand?”

The response was delayed as Loona reluctantly nodded. Magic took the place of Luna’s fingers as the two alicorns began carrying their new hellhound by her cunt and muzzle with their magic. It felt like they were using their actual hands, giving the feeling of being fingered for ten minutes as they walked through the castle with Loona not being allowed to moan.

This was going to be a fun evening… for someone.

The imps and Loona from Helluva Boss find themselves in a tricky spot when sent on a mission to kill none other than Celestia. Well, tricky for the imps because Blitzo loves horses and is a complete brony, and tricky for Loona because the princesses are hotter than all of Hell, and it's kind of hard to kill someone dominating you in bed.

It was supposed to be quick and easy, but she will find that it’s actually very hard.