Rainbow Factory But Horny

An hour into the most disappointing bondage session of Meteor Gleam’s life, the door to the Spectra collection room was kicked into scrap metal by a massive hoof. Someone yelled “Freeze! Hooves in the air!” Then Princess Celestia herself trotted imposingly into the room, followed by several members of her Royal Guard.

“Step on me, big pretty lady!” Blue cried out, prematurely ejaculating yet again into his collection tube.

“I’m here to eat cake and kick ass, and I’m all out of cake!” Celestia announced. She smacked her lips. “Seriously, somepony bring me some cake!”

Two guards marched Dr. Atmosphere into the chamber he’d designed and held him before the Captain of the Guard himself, Bulging Codpiece, a perfectly formed slab of earth pony flesh who made Guardsmares drip down their thighs as he walked down the inspection line.

“I’m impressed, doc,” Bulging Codpiece told Dr. Atmosphere. “You had it all planned out, the perfect crime. But you made one little mistake: you put a magic suppression ring on a Royal Guardsmare.”

“You?” Dr. Atmosphere shouted at Meteor Gleam. “A Guardsmare? You worthless bonehead!”

Bulging Codpiece trotted over to Meteor with a knee weakening smile. He’d noticed her! He’d noticed her! That gorgeous hunk pulled the ring off of Meteor’s horn and began gently undoing her bondage.

“The Guard leaves no pony behind!” he declared. “As soon as Meteor Gleam’s aura disappeared from our scrying grid, we sprang into action!” The captain put a beefy hoof on Meteor’s shoulder and she came a little. “Great job leading us here, Private. You really showed initiative.”

“Thank you, sir.” Meteor Gleam climbed off the bench and saluted. “I totally planned this!” She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Hey, hot stuff, why don’t you stop by my place off-duty?”

“That would not be appropriate, Private.”

“I guess not...”

“And I believe that’s your coltfriend over there, steaming with jealousy.”

“Good point...”

“I also prefer mares with a little less junk in the trunk.”

“It’s not junk!” Perihelion objected. “It’s treasure!”

Princess Celestia lifted her hoof out of a stray puddle of pegasus jizz. “This is the most disgusting use of semen I’ve ever seen,” she decreed, “and I once made the mistake of buying a birthday piñata from Pinkie Pie!” She snorted angrily at Dr. Atmosphere. “I’ll bet this guy isn’t even a real doctor!”

“Actually, my degree is in engineering.”

“Nailed it! Take him away!”

“Please, your majesty!” Dr. Atmosphere begged. “I can explain!”

“Oh, you can?” Celestia cocked her head curiously. “This should be interesting.”

Dr. Atmosphere spoke quickly and with wild hoof gestures. “Everypony enjoys nice weather, but how the weather is made isn’t always so nice! Why, a thousand years ago, merely raising the sun each morning permanently drained the magic of five powerful unicorns!”

“I remember that,” Celestia admitted, “and now I raise the sun myself, so that awful thing doesn’t happen anymore!”

Dr. Atmosphere wiped flop sweat from his muzzle. “I mean to say, every kind of weather has its dark side. The ponies who pack hailstones suffer from cold hooves! I started my career as a lightning operator, and it frizzed out my mane quite unfashionably! And, yes, a small number of stallions are relentlessly stimulated and milked for their semen, so that everypony except them can enjoy skies full of beautiful rainbows. That’s simply the most efficient way!”

“Are rainbows even ‘weather?’” Celestia mused. “They’re more like jewellery for the sky.”

“Weather or not, rainbows make ponies happy! Think of all the smiles this facility creates every day! Surely you won’t put a stop to all those smiles?”

“Do you know what really makes ponies smile?” Celestia inquired. “Not being strapped into a Me-damned milking machine! I’ve seen enough! This ends now!”

“Princess! Please, your majesty! I have something to say!” The green pegasus bound in the middle of the apparatus called out, wriggling to get Celestia’s attention.

The princess turned to look at Green. “Yes?” She showed him the caring royal smile that sent teenaged colts looking for the lotion and the tissues. “What is it, my little pony?”

“Your majesty, p-please don’t shut down the project! I like it here!”

Celestia gasped. “You fucking pervert — I mean, tell me more, beloved subject.”

“When I’m in the Pegasus Device, I don’t have to worry about anything. I don’t even have to think! I know I’m helping to make ponies happy, and all I have to do is cum and cum. One time the night shift Green didn’t show up, and they left me plugged in all night!” He sighed. “That was the best...”

“Yes, yes!” Dr. Atmosphere cut in. “Some of our most productive Spectra donors are here completely voluntarily! Of course, employee safety always comes first, here at the Cloudsdale Weather Corporation! ‘Plugged in all night.’” He scoffed. “How ridiculous!”

“It seems there is a simple solution,” Celestia observed. “Instead of luring ponies into sexual slavery, you could honestly advertise for an unusual kink, and hire willing degenerate stallions like Mr. Green here.”

Dr. Atmosphere sputtered. “Sure, we’d all love to do science with cupcakes and hugs, but where could I possibly find so many submissive masochists? I admit my techniques are unorthodox, but the Spectra must flow! If we don’t staff this facility around the clock, Equestria could suffer an 18% reduction in rainbows!”

“However, those rainbows would be entirely rape-free,” Celestia pointed out.

“Your majesty! 18%!”

“History will judge my reign by the years of peace and the generations of loving families. Not by the number of fucking rainbows! Guards! Seize him!”

The guards holding Dr. Atmosphere looked at each other. “We already got him, princess.”

“Such efficiency is to be praised! Now, ‘Doctor,’ you will come with us to Canterlot to stand trial. Luna has been trying to convince me to bring back gelding, and I must say I am starting to see her point.”

Dr. Atmosphere gulped as the guards marched him out of the room. Meteor Gleam heard him protesting weakly as he passed her: “I only wanted... more rainbows...”

Bulging Codpiece trotted up to Celestia and saluted. “Your majesty, the area is secure.”

“Very well. Free the victims, take their statements, and get Cloudsdale CSI in here. I’m sure there will be plenty of that ‘genetic evidence’ they’re always talking about. Now, I have an appointment with a very alluring meringue. Cakebitch out!” The princess dabbed her front hooves and disappeared in a flash of light.

“Whoa, she’s different in person,” Peri observed as Meteor Gleam unbuckled him from the milking machine. A stream of gelatinous fluid leaked from his gaping butt when she unplugged his dildo.

“What’s this stuff?” Meteor asked him.

“Aw, just Dr. Atmosphere’s sciencey plot goo. It makes it so I always get hard and shoot a big load, even if I’ve been in the machine all day. It sucks. I hate it. Oh, shit! I was hard in front of Cakebi—the princess! Do you think she noticed?”

“Wait a minute... Dr. Atmosphere invented a goo that makes stallions keep it up forever, and this is what he did with it?”

“I don’t know, babe.” Peri shrugged. “You heard the guy. He really likes rainbows.”

“I’m going to take some of this... for evidence. Yes, Royal Guard business!” Meteor Gleam retrieved the hollow dildo that had been up Peri’s butt, scooped out as much of the goo as she could with her magic, and squeezed it into an empty bottle which she hid in a pocket of her coveralls.

“Meteor, would you mind?” Peri was thrusting his cute butt upwards, his slack hole presented for her use. “I feel kind of empty now. Everypony else got to cum that last time except me.”

“Aww, sure, sweetie.” This definitely wasn’t something a Royal Guard ought to do on duty, but friendship took precedence! Bulging Codpiece himself nodded at Meteor with understanding. She sculpted a magical dildo around her crotch and gently mounted her coltfriend, filling his slippery ass with his favourite prostate pleasing shape.

“Tartarus, Red, I thought you were cool!” Indigo yelled as Bulging Codpiece helped him out of his bondage. “You let a mare fuck you up the ass? That’s the bro hole, dude!”

“You’re just jealous that my hot marefriend actually exists!” Peri cried out. “Unnnh, it feels great!”

“Yeah, I know just how he likes it!” Meteor Gleam smiled with pride. “Up the butt. That’s how he likes it.”

“I took this job for you, babe.” Peri looked up at her so adoringly that Meteor couldn’t stay mad at him. “I’m sorry I screwed it up, and I didn’t tell you... or read the contract before I signed it...”

“Oh, Peri.” Meteor Gleam reached down with a hoof and rubbed her coltfriend’s red nuts as they bounced wildly between his hind legs. “My big dumb cuddly featherbrain. What am I going to do with you?”

Perihelion gave a handsome smile. “Marry me?”

Meteor’s heart skipped another beat, but this time she was in control. “Whoa, there, pony. Don’t you think you’re moving a little fast?”

“I’m a pegasus. We move fast.”

“Oh, like this?” Meteor Gleam sped up her thrusts, pounding into her coltfriend’s well trained and receptive ass. “Don’t you know a unicorn girl needs to hear ‘I love you’ first?”

Perihelion nodded vigorously. “I love you, Meteor! I do! I’m not just saying that because... unnh!”

“I love you too, Peri,” whispered Meteor Gleam, her gentle words and her magic dick guiding the cum out of him one more time.

And then... they kissed.

This story ends with a cock. Perihelion’s huge, glorious pegasus cock. It was throbbing, mouthwatering, fully erect. Every vein glistened with lovingly applied saliva. And every thick, satisfying inch belonged to Meteor Gleam.

But Princess Celestia was using it right now.

Somehow, she looked regal and dignified even as she inhaled the full length of Peri’s rigid stallionhood. Her lips kissed the base of his crotch, then slid back along the full length, past the speed bump of his medial ring, her tongue teasing endlessly as her mouth moved upwards until her muzzle stretched around the cunt-pleasing flare.

A cooling teapot and a selection of store bought cakes sat, untouched, on Meteor Gleam’s coffee table. Her coltfriend writhed on the couch in ecstasy, plunged from the depths of sexual torture into every stallion’s secret fantasy. This wasn’t how a royal visit was supposed to go... or was it? Maybe Cakebitch wasn’t as uptight as she let on in public.

Celestia lifted a napkin in her magic and daintily dabbed spit and pre from her lips. “I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Perihelion. My duties keep me so busy, it’s rare that I have a chance to throat some truly fine stallion cock.”

“I-I-I’m so happy to be of service, your majesty! B-but Meteor is the one who saved the day! If anypony deserves your divine pleasure, it’s her!”

Celestia laughed joyously. “Don’t you worry, my little pony.” The princess spread kisses all over Peri’s leaking flare. “Corporal Gleam will be joining my personal guard for the next week. She’ll be at my side day and night. I expect I’ll need her to conduct some quite probing investigations. And if you treat your marefriend right, and keep saving for that wedding ring... one day you just might be allowed to see the photos.”

Celestia dismissed Peri’s cock with the lightest touch of her golden horseshoe. “Now that I’ve got it nice and hard, Corporal, why don’t you make sure it still works? It won’t do to have one of my guards unsatisfied at home.”

“Right away, your majesty!”

Meteor Gleam climbed up onto the sofa, straddled her coltfriend and squatted down in front of her princess. She slid her vulva back and forth against Peri’s flare, teasing herself with the search for that one perfect angle. Celestia picked up one of the cakes from Meteor’s coffee table, unwrapped it and started to munch as she watched her subjects go hot and heavy.

Meteor’s clit gave a relaxing wink just as she found the angle, and Peri slipped inside her with a squishing sound and a wonderful stretchy feeling. A large squirt of his pre lubricated her tunnel: just the first of many washings her insides would be getting tonight.

She nearly came right away. Was he bigger than she remembered? No, that was impossible. She couldn’t take anything bigger! Meteor didn’t have an alicorn’s infinite capacity. She was just one humble gal who’d found the perfect dick for her.

“Mmm,” Celestia murmured, licking crumbs off her lips.

Meteor began her squats, working Peri deeper inside her every time she dropped her hips downwards, wiggling her thick butt to give him a good show.

“Superb,” Celestia whispered.

As she approached the medial ring, Meteor Gleam reached down with her aura and slowly worked a bead of magic up her coltfriend’s ass. Perihelion throbbed inside her and moaned. Meteor dropped down another inch and his moan got louder.

“Delicious.” Meteor couldn’t figure out why Celestia was so impressed by a cheap supermarket cake.

“I love you,” Peri told Meteor. He said it constantly now, and every time he did Meteor’s heart fluttered like pegasus wings.

“You’re so good to me,” Meteor responded. “You’re going to make your lover cum.”

“Show her how we do it in Cloudsdale, babe.”

Meteor Gleam dropped her hips one last time. Peri’s medial ring grazed her vulva, kissing against her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She was completely in love and completely full of dick.

When she came, she saw rainbows.