A Summer Tale From the Royal Diary.

by Skulky Scoot

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Romance, Princess Luna, Porn, Fetish, Princess Celestia, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 29982

An excerpt from the Royal Diary recounting Luna's relationship with the newly arrived human race in Equestria.

This passage is taken from the dust jacket of the book. It is wrinkled somewhat from many readers before you and opens with ease. The words are printed in bold and elegant font, myriad drips staining the paper here and there from past readers indulging in the work.

Preserved by the Mare's Society for Human Study and Appreciation and published by the Crystal Empire Print House comes one of the first and finest written tales of Equestrians and mankind. Painstakingly transcribed by Chipper Quill from the original Royal Journals is the story of Princess Luna and her entry into the world of human relations, its challenges and its rewards. Uncensored and unabridged, the entire tale and all its licentious details have finally reached the reading public so desperately searching for those precious and rare examples of human romance literature. Critics and scholars agree that this collection is the finest and most profound record of how humanity came to their joyous place in Equestrian society.

Given that the text is a first-hoof account and confirmed to be authentic by the profoundly talented Princess herself, some readers may find the contents quite shocking. Readers that are particularly adverse to bondage, BDSM, anal sex and watersports are advised to temper their expectations and read with discretion.

Published with permission from Her Royal Majesty Princess Luna and representatives of Mr. L. Mobasa. This book is made possible by the generous editing services of Her Majesty, Princess Twilight and liberal contributions of funding from Her Royal Majesty Princess Celestia. Earth copyright 2016.

Published 2023-05-23 14:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-05-23 14:40:01 UTC

Originally written by Her Majesty, Princess Luna.

Author's Note

Throughout the text you see notes and corrections of the numerous spelling and grammatical errors. The margins are filled with doodles and suggestions for improvement. Some words are crossed out and many have ticks indicating awkward use or nonsensical phrasing. On one page in particular there is a crude drawing of a cluster bomb crashing into Twilight Sparkle that obscures some of the text. On the inside of the cover, the names of the note makers are written in sloppy ink.

Shadowwolf- Underpaid creative consultant and urine enthusiast.

Pillowfight- Honorable scribe and grammar expert, enslaved to forever review equine smut.

Originally written by Her Majesty, Princess Luna.

I took to the rails late one night in a fuss. Riding the train down the mountain in both a physical and pretentious sense as my own night rolled on. Beyond the crystalline wall of the window, clotted clouds high above hiding away the moon in a patchwork of soft shrouding that languidly sailed overhead on the cool winds. Rattling fixtures and ornaments in the car adjusting to the ever-changing gravity and rock of the tracks. Buzzing lights illuminating the tired and bored faces of the hard working ponies I had been assigned to guard since my birth.

What if they knew I was amongst them? How would the patrons of this journey through the night act if they were aware the matriarch of their fine nation hid in the second class car of the Bronze Bolt, a common train making one of its innumerable common journey’s? Had they known she concealed herself so thoughtfully to hide from them, perhaps it would swing their opinions of her to lesser realms and they might vote differently come the spring Council election?

I let my mind wander on occasion during travel, as it was often a wandering mind that drove me here in the first place. Thinking of things in the past and what future could be shaped from it. What things I would like to do, what ponies I would like to see. What people I would like to see.

The tall humans sagged rather solemnly against the stiff seats of the car, their heads of prim and restrained hair towering high above long manes of brilliant colors. Jackets and ties, sweaters and shoes, briefcases and coffee cups in their strange hands. An entire species dedicated to being productive, it tickled the Equestrian heart to think about. That every single human here was delivered for business, for dealing and working toward some goal only they really truly comprehended. Us Equestrians were a much older culture than any of them, even the most senior of human histories was but a footnote in my own lifetime. An infant species with the gusto of a young stallion, I love it so.

Watching one man in particular jostle to and fro between two ponies similarly dressed lulled me into a strange satisfaction. Disguised and hiding behind the mirage of magic, I could watch them all I pleased and bring no immediate alarm on this evening express down the mountain. Just a normal pegasus in a human sweater, nothing to be suspicious of. She certainly rode to the East End of Canterlot for proper and good reasons, nothing worth investigating into or asking about. If anything, the glances that the common folk threw my way were admiring and sweet. Perhaps a tad predatory when considering our circumstances, but nothing that could possibly alarm me. I enjoyed disguising myself as a cute mare, rather than a plain or even ugly mare. Such a proclivity was detrimental to my stealth, perhaps the most imperative aspect of my venture. But it was far too enjoyable watching them covet the purple, hoodie-covered mare sitting on her own looking so lonely and forlorn.

A dash of white at the tips of my mane and all was settled, they could not resist sneaking in looks of desire toward me. The attention is something you get used to as a monarch, for all eyes in the land constantly survey every step and word one speaks. But unlike the commending and sweet glares of buried hunger in the stallions and men surrounding this common mare, the pundits and the politicians and the activists only looked to rip and tear at their quarry until the bloody chunks fall off in abundance. Here, I was simply admired for simply being pretty. I was given the fulfillment of being noticed without the burden of being examined to the tiniest detail. All the more reason to run away whenever I could and hide among them, the normal ponies that made my kingdom what it was.

But more precisely, the one within my kingdom that I desperately yearned to have the full attention of. A scrutinizing and brutal attention that would make even the most sour journalist contort in discomfort. The images of such attention, the memories of some months ago when I fell under the unyielding glare of its progenitor.

Had the train not come to a stop I too might have fallen into the trap of descending too deeply into one’s mind. That blindness compromised the veil of disguise more rapidly than an outcry in a crowd, especially for I, one who tended to drool when lingering on such thoughts. There was no need to rush off the train and make haste then, as everypony else surely had more important and time-sensitive matters to attend to. So far as I was concerned, my subjects were free to take importance in their daily lives that kept the life blood of our fine nation flowing. Such a display of endless energy was another fine addition made by the visitors of humanity, for I could easily convince myself that some men never slept. Ponies fell into the natural rhythm of things without a care, but men were up and about no matter the hour.

A particular man I knew would certainly be awake right now, the perfect time for me to strike. He was one of those men that couldn’t stand still, one that was driven by some force unknown to the common pony. He wasn’t gifted with any particular strength, he wasn’t privy to secret knowledge that made him so giddy for work, but he didn’t need any of these haughty privileges. We had met months ago and ever since then he had dominated my thoughts with the same iron fisted authority as he did my body. No matter how much distance between him and I, the attraction stayed as intense. I denied it at first, indeed. I considered him in terms of the hushed warnings given to me by know-nothings like Twilight Sparkle and my dear Sister, mares who assumed they knew everything there was to know about the complex and duplicitous species called Man.

There would be no mistakes this time. I would not let him slip out of my grasp on false pretenses again, the Moon as my witness.

“Any luggage to check in, Ma’am?” The kind attendant mare asked me outside of the train, her prim and proper uniform starched and perfect despite the odd hour. I bowed to her, nearly tripping a human by accident with my backward-bulging flank.

“Not this time. But- ooh~!” The pressure of masculine presence on my rear sparked the barely-contained feelings within my chest, especially given that it was a young, handsome and strapping human in his business attire.

“Pardon me, Sir! I really need to watch myself!” I giggled toward the towering creature, the attendant and I sharing a light blush in his presence. Man was certainly a seductive race for us poor Equestrians, for they had been built by circumstance and blind luck to titillate us mares. How this simple and common human so easily towered over Equestrians of even the greatest stature. None but my sister could hope to surpass them in their physical might, but even then most human males were simply larger by nature of their species. Smaller humans could yet pull the heartstrings of any mare they wished, for something in them was so engaging and impossible to ignore. The eternal flow of magic through Equestria and Equus as a whole was disrupted about their powerful bodies, their upright posture of commanding presence. How they carried themselves with such natural confidence and stared with front facing, predatory eyes. Mares had reported being simply drawn to humans as beacons of safety and comfort. An odd but wonderfully symbiotic coincidence.

“Oh, no problem at all Miss.” The young man replied with a slight bow to us mares, earning himself some girlish giggles and wild blushes.

“You ladies have a good night.” Just like most humans rushing off to here, there and everywhere in their suits and ties and buttoned shirts, he was curt and polite. But somehow that was all the more appealing to us Equestrians. Humans never gave more than a small sample of themselves, drawing our curious hearts ever closer to their reclusive beings. Once I had tipped the attendant and trotted away from the station, the town proper was opened wide to me like the great doors to our fine castle garden.

The East End of Canterlot was special in that it was the only portion of our fine city not on the mountain itself. Built during the times of our castle’s construction, it was the base of operations whilst fine architects and craft-stallions plied their trades. Though quite a bothersome and slow ride by train to get to, it was a beautifully sprawling complex of simple buildings and common folk shops flushed with the wealth of our royal institutions. Normally I would not make a journey to such a place without royal business to attend to, mostly because the district prided itself on remaining so stable and free of controversy.

Were he concealed in the depths of Tartarus, I would have burrowed through the cold earth until the fires scorched my fur nonetheless. This needed to happen, thus I was undaunted in my pursuit. Moving through the calm and discreet streets of dark night time, only a few street lights illuminated my way. Firefly light was my primary means of navigation, the winding and ancient streets easy to follow when one was old enough to have watched them be built. Signage announced the presence of workshops and wares and stores of all manner of goods, but most importantly the presence of humans. After a while of flowing through the winding rivers of cobblestone and brick, finally the sign of my interest came into view.

”Brick and Mortar’s Fine Accommodations. Now Serving Humans.” A building nestled shoulder to shoulder with the two flanking it, nothing to catch the eye and bring attention. Were it not for the sign I might have never found my human and had the opportunity to once again molest him with my attention. But when you are a royal with a nation loyally at your disposal, finding one human in all Equestria is not a difficult favor to ask. I entered through the common door, thankfully finding it unlocked. From there I had to guess his room, but the distinctive aroma of his presence guided me to my destination.

Smokey, masculine, yet pristine and clear like a winter breeze through the dark forest. Just like him, always so neat and clean and distinct. His door of green color and heavy wood twinkled with the brass peep-hole placed so high above. Clearly a renovation for more sapient guests and yet more indication as to who might linger inside. Were I a lesser mare, perhaps I would have hesitated to knock and invite his attention. When he opened the door and revealed himself, my beating heart nearly turned to stone and fell from my chest.

“Oh… of course it’s you.” Llewellyn had not shaved since we last met, perhaps something I had caused with my thoughtless actions. His long locks of dark hair had always been tied back when we were together, but now they dangled past his shoulders in curled strands so stark and handsome against his pale skin. Those scathing eyes, blistering with their ice blue color and energetic heat struck the same nerve they did when all this business began. Instantly I was reminded how all this came to be.

“You… you can see through me so clearly? Surely you have mistaken me for somepony else?” Perhaps playing dumb with him might elicit some mercy, but then again I was entirely unsure if mercy was what I desired out of him. Had I wanted a merciful forgiveness I could have written a letter and saved myself this trouble. He cocked an eyebrow at my reply, the sharpness of his glare easily cutting through the veil I attempted to pull over his senses.

“I am just a mare looking for company… no other humans would host me for the night.” The lie proved fruitful, as it broke what was otherwise a stalwart defense. Llewellyn rolled his eyes at the display, pushing his door open somewhat wider and gesturing for me to enter.

“Come in before someone sees you.” He said simply and with little inflection. How he concealed his feelings even when in private baffled a pony’s mind. Humans were so introverted and skittish by their nature it made us worry about what kind of world they came from. Llewellyn must have come from a very clean and demanding place, as his personal affairs were always immaculate and strictly organized. My presence seemed to inject some very unwelcome chaos into his abode. The wood floors were polished to a near-mirror finish, the books were organized alphabetically by the name of their authors and the topic they covered. His furniture was arranged just so for a man to walk between them, not a scrap of space wasted by pointless knick-knacks or decorative nothings. Such a sanitary place resembled the human hotels I had seen in pamphlets and articles over the last year, places that had been designed from their conception to be clean and welcoming but unsuitable for a prolonged stay. I felt him rushing me with his surroundings, but I knew better than to trust this surface layer of orderly deception and lemon-scented air. He stood with his shoulder against the door frame as I familiarized myself with his new home, a sweet smile and ignorantly relaxed posture hopefully disarming his sour mood.

“Oh my. You humans keep such fine houses. I wish I could have a man for my home, then I might never need to worry about cleaning again.” Silence was my only answer, a wordless demand for an explanation. Llewellyn conducted his business primarily with his eyes and the crippling weight of expectant silence, something that proved utterly devastating to us mares in power. If he were a stallion, the man would never get through politics like that. But as a human, mares were so naturally submissive to him that his whim was their pleasure and mission. Unfortunately, that willingness to please extended to even the highest born and most influential mares in Equestria.

Case in point.

“I suppose there’s no reason to cling to this facade then.” I admitted before allowing the magic to dissipate around me, slowly revealing my true shape. Rising several inches in height and feeling my alicorn strength return was countered by feeling tiny under his scolding glare. I expected him to be cold. But his ever-so-subtle excitement set off fireworks at the base of my soul that burst in my physical mind. With my back turned toward him, Llewellyn fell prey to the only thing that mares could lord over man and abuse him with. Supple, rotund, wide and heavenly buttocks parted by a valley of blue and succulent flesh. He knew I could see his face warm and reddened, which prompted him to speak quickly out of defense.

“There isn’t… and you’ve got a lot of nerve to come sniffing around here.” He was cold but I knew he would be. Without a doubt I deserved the treatment. Shamefully I had to conceal my oozing femininity from him with a quick turn, for my face would be less obvious than sopping wet lips flushed with excitement. Even when he was nothing but heartless and cruel toward me it fed this rabid addiction to human attention. And curiously, the burning of his stabbing words twisted and redirected within my heart straight down and into my feminine slit.

“My Darling, I have come to explain-” I attempted to start, but his raised hand halted another word. My eyes fixated on his fingers and calloused palm, for his hand was an instrument that could bring down this empire whenever he so wished. Perhaps knowing that I would stare at him until he and I were nothing but dust, Llew guided my eye toward an unusual bundle of grayish paper tucked into the corner of his bookshelf. How I didn’t notice this singular interruption to the otherwise dark and modern design of his home failed to dawn on me. A newspaper was something no pony in their right mind would keep hold of, yet there lay one tied together with rubber hands expertly looped around and around.

“Pick it up.” He commanded, so I listened. In my magic I took it from its resting place and unfurled it, exposing the wall of text and exciting pictures. The headline was bold and brash as it always had been, but the scandal it expressed doubled that impact such large and accented letters had.

“Go ahead and read it for me.” The words were tripping over one another and clogging my throat before he issued that command. I knew well enough why this had happened, but still I was made to relive that mistake seemingly for his amusement. Were it not this titan of temptation, this demon from beyond the stars sent to please marekind, perhaps I would’ve asserted myself and commanded the respect I had grown accustomed to. Instead I read just as he asked me to.

“Mmph… ”H- Human Sex Pest in Equestrian Court? Sources say human males have ‘distracting’ effect on the equine mind.” The accompanying picture showed my current host in his full glory, face and dress and all standing alongside me during one of our lovely breakfast meetings. It was a public image, one where my Darling had assumed none were looking and laid his hand on the peak of my buttocks. Pulling just enough to spread my cheeks, the picture had been cropped to obscure my face from view. Several other smaller pictures showed humans and mares close together in a similar vain, all of them in high positions of authority in the Equestrian court.

“And guess who’s on the front cover.” He added, pounding me deeper into the dirt.

Llewellyn was just a representative of human interests when we met. Mankind had sent dozens like him to soothe the anxieties between our societies, though most were not able to cut it in Equestrian politics. Perhaps for reasons that are now obvious from my own admission, the older men and the women simply could not ingratiate themselves to us. Especially the older humans stiffened by their decades of experience and prejudices. Time and time again no matter how expert and calculated their approaches, we as ponies simply could not connect with them or trust them as a people. Our herd mentality manifested as a deep distrust for the ragged and synthetic creatures.

But young men of any race, creed, or build, simply excelled in Equestria. As I have indicated quite clearly before, the masculine youth of humanity holds sway over the matriarchal structure of our kind. Slowly but surely the old and the tired and the ugly were fazed out for the young and virile and handsome, thus speeding along negotiations and entirely transforming the face of humanity in the minds of our Equestrian public. No longer were they strange and unwelcoming creatures talking about money and power and influence at the other end of a long table. They were handsome, beautiful creatures that one could speak comfortably with, feel safe in the presence of and trust with their affection.

Such was their appeal that I knew mares that took humans as their concubines and lovers. Certain astute and purple mares had taken several for themselves and kept it concealed from the public. They were better than husbands, consistently expressing their libidos and still remaining loyal. Once a mare showed but an ounce of respect, of affection or the most transient interest, the humans would turn into energetic machines driven to please us. Blessed be our native stallions, but they have been pampered by generations of love and affection and effort. Mankind suffered from a very apparent lack of love and attention and us mares were simply dying to give our love to something hunky and strong and willing to bed us night after night. Us royals struggled to moderate discussions between our nobles and the human dignitaries, for it was so often the case that the mare in charge of a local district or a large company or an important banking firm would fall head over hooves to please a human. They would sign away the fur on their backs for another moment of his time. Had we allowed it, human men could have taken all of Equestria out from under us just for the pleasure of then breeding their conquered mares into the soil so readily surrendered.

The thought alone filled my body with the filthiest thirst even as Llewellyn gave me the most hateful look his metered and composed face possibly can. It took abundant self-control not to crane my neck, curl my back and present myself for him.

That's how it all started when he came to the castle on behalf of some company I couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of. Despite Celestia, Twilight Sparkle and myself taking upon ourselves the endless task of saving mares from their own lust in these discussions, we easily wandered right into the same trappings when alone with a human. Twilight, the youngest of us all, was the weakest and took him to bed after our first meeting. Two hours of business talk concerning some land purchases and she had developed a seething addiction to Llewellyn’s presence. One dinner later and she was supposedly pinned face down to her bed howling his name so loud all of Canterlot feared the mountain was falling apart. Even I could hear the caterwauling noises of a mare being turned inside out, the bellowing of a newly minted alicorn experiencing her first divine orgasm. She regaled us that morning in the throne room with hushed whispers and messy mane, her exhausted tone filling us with an entirely improper and impure ambition. Her words were so slurred and sloppy one began to wonder if the human had bred her ears and stirred the mare's brains.

Twilight invited him to her chambers with clear intent as to what she planned to do with this helpless human. But rather than pouncing on him or being pounced upon, our newest, royal addition was instead broken down. Something about Llewellyn and the manner with which he carried himself supposedly poisoned her ability to reason, to think. She described it like falling into a trance, turning utterly submissive and willing to debase herself in any way he desired. For that evening he owned her, breeding her and coaxing platitudes of eternal dedication from her drool and sperm-splattered mouth. She could barely even recall how many times she had climaxed, for each zenith of pleasure was countered by hazy memories of his figure looming over her in uncontested dominance. She spoke of begging for his child, feeling the rush of his fertility deep inside her like fire setting her soul ablaze. It was not just the physical thrill of dirty, interspecies sex. It was a domination so thorough and so expert that Twilight lamented the fact that she didn’t make time to swallow a fourth load of his orgasm. She had always been one for the details, but the inscrutable and precise memory she had of that evening compelled Celestia and I to listen with the utmost awe.

That such a beast could be so casually walking in my castle, dining on his simple breakfast and combing over notes for our next meeting as if nothing had happened filled me with a distinctly warm dread. A wet and pulsating anticipation of curiosity that Celestia and I shared with pinched thighs and winking lips. I thought him dangerously attractive before, but now when I looked upon him I felt a prey animal’s primal fear.

Celestia, being the most outward and confident of our trio, fell to him next. Though my sister is suspected of being ”loose” by our culture, it is because she adores the act of love and will not hold her tongue if she desires it from somepony. She had bedded humans before Llewellyn and perhaps is bedding one right at this moment. However mind-altering, spasm causing and incredible his sex might be, the greatest mare of all Equestrian history knew for a fact that it would not destroy her. She would enjoy him for every last ounce of his zeal and then be done with it, as was her favored manner of fulfillment.

After our second tense, sweaty and seemingly endless meeting with him she seemed entirely unfazed by his presence. In the face, at least. If not in her sopping wet nethers. Our conversation had to be moved to a scenic balcony overlooking the city, for we three princesses filled an enclosed space with our heated aroma near-instantly. Especially Twilight, who eyed him with such lewd fascination that every time I happened to look in her direction I caught the mare licking her lips and blowing kisses at him. Whenever he blessed her with his attention, his unsubtle winks toward her mirrored the winks he so confidently caused.

“Be careful, Celestia. This one has a thing for your rear end.” Twilight tittered to us after the meeting, for all that could remain on our minds for more than a few seconds was the thought of getting bred by a strapping young man. Celestia could hold her lust back with more grace than I could, yet I could still smell her sugary sex on the moist air around us. Were it not for the grand and plush rugs of our fine castle any creature could have followed the trail of feminine yearning we left on the floor.

“Oh Twilight. Everypony seems to ’have a thing’ for my rear end. I don’t believe that will be too disruptive.” My Sister explained but our compatriot did not accept such an answer, for her response of scolding laughter was a portent of doom if ever we heard one.

“Hardly a night goes by without the image of your enormous seat filling some poor soul's dream, Sister.” I added with a snicker, though one made wet and strained by clawing lust.

“It’s a fine rump, you must admit! Stallions are just naturally drawn to a mare with a healthy shape.” Celestia boasted with a high and mighty tone we knew to be a joke, but simultaneously we knew it to be a point of pride for her.

“Not like that.” Twilight hissed with her eyes rapidly morphing into pools of debased, corrupted lust.

“I mean your hole, your ‘backdoor’ as they say. The man can’t get enough of it! I timed him at three minutes and fifty-two seconds before he had to stop for a breath. Even then, all he wanted to do was huff and smother himself with my royal butt~!” Passing guards remarked with shocked expressions as Twilight spoke far too openly about all this, but Sister and I were simply so enraptured we dared not ask her to quiet down. If anything we desired her to speak yet more boldly about every tiny detail.

“Oh? So our guest enjoys the dirty side of mares?” Celestia snorted in equine excitement. Us three had to stand outside in the garden to air out our needy flowers, otherwise the entire castle might come to reek of sex and breeding and lust.

“More than enjoys it.” Twilight answered as she subtly spread her rear legs into the wind, a cooling breeze soothing her beaten and still somewhat raw holes. If one were to listen they could hear the very subtle whistle of the breeze passing over tenderized muscle stretched to its limits and still fighting to recover. When she first came to breakfast, I failed to finish my coffee because I had been staring into her gaping pink tunnels for so long imaginging a throbbing and turgid masculinity stretching them out.

“Surely he didn’t just fall upon you and ravage your rear? That hardly seems like a polite thing to do.” I added to my posse of royals, though the other two hardly seemed to hear. I understand that I speak rather quietly, but being ignored in favor of sexual fantasies still strikes a mare as rather rude.

“It’s an obsession of his. You can just feel him staring at your hole all night. Maybe all humans like that kind of thing. He was sniffing and licking it like some kind of candy, as if the taste of my rear was the best thing he'd ever eaten!” Celestia and I perked up in fascination at such an idea, for it seemed positively putrid and simultaneously delicious.

“Tongue in your-… goodness me.” I replied, imagining what a wet, wriggling, muscular organ might feel like plunging my otherwise virgin depths.

“I’ve never tried anal sex before this… but I think I’m hooked now. When I had orgasmed all I could, he switched to licking and fingering my rear for the rest of the night… did you know that human fingers can stimulate a mare’s G-spot through her rectum?” Celestia giggled as if it were obvious, though I kept silent out of ignorant shame for not knowing that.

“A stallion that enjoys anal? Oh, how very novel.” Celestia retorted with an air of mock surprise. Her sweet scent of citrus filled the air with more aggression now, signaling that the talk of stretching puckers and perverted licking excited her somewhat. I hastened to seat my throbbing lips against the slick marble of a bench, hoping that perhaps burying the problem might make it leave me. Celestia chose quite the opposite approach, a hum of banana-colored magic reaching toward her pink, puffy lips and spreading them gently. Controlled as Sister could be in the world of politics, passion always made her fidget and play with herself. Though it shames me to admit it, I will say that watching her river of feminine desire run rapidly down the winking bulb of her clitoris from a squeezing tunnel of raw pink flesh sparked some intense thirst in the back of my throat.

“I think I will pay a visit to this stallion before he finds some other poor mare to satisfy himself with… Twilight? Does he prefer red or white wine?” Our diminutive compatriot struggled to find her words for several seconds as she too watched Celestia’s divine vulva clenching and pulling and stretching in her magic.

“Nnnf~... he- he doesn’t drink~... he likes music, though.” She answered half drunk with lust and half unable to speak, making for quite the difficult sentence to understand. Celestia was able to decipher something useful from it however, making her leave with a haughty assuredness.

“I will see you both at dinner. All my appointments for today and tomorrow are canceled. I would suggest you two do the same until we’ve all had a chance to try this man.” That was the last we heard of her for those two days. Llewellyn had become quite difficult to find during that time as well, as if he and Celestia had eloped in the night never to be seen again. Her affairs naturally ground to a total halt and left the entire nation wondering just where she had gone, a scandal simply begging to come about if the wide alicorn didn’t make herself known. I found myself wondering more where that hunk of human had gone off too, for in the meantime I had been struggling with dreams perverted by Twilight’s story of anal annihilation. I dared not enter the dreams of mares for that week, as I knew well enough that the images of studly human males claiming our females would drive me to do something foolish. Word got around that something had happened to Equestria’s dear matron, that a third of the Royal House had been spirited away and left infirmed somehow.

But finally, during one particularly stuffy summer morning I came across his scent again in our great hall. Mingling with the nobles and the other human dignitaries, the distinctive bundle of long hair and his stabbing eyes of glistering blue. Of all the humans dressed so sharply and carrying themselves with similar postures of upright dignity, Llewellyn always surrounded himself with an aura of unapproachable stoicism. He was more machine than flesh, something that I must admit was quite fascinating. Speaking with a trio of other men who all looked to be the perfect husband for any mare, Lu hardly took notice of me until the distinctive tink, tink, tink of my glass regalia rang in his ears. Immediately he and his group turned and bowed for me, even if humans expressed some indignation with the act. Supposedly their world had been bereft of Royalty for so long, they saw it as a joke in some nations. Polite humans that wanted to get anywhere in Canterlot bowed as a matter of course and stayed silent about their qualms.

“Good morning, Your Majesty.” They greeted, thus I returned with a small dip of my head to acknowledge their respect.

“Good morning, Gentlemen. It is so good to see you up and about once again. I do so hope you’ve full itineraries for the day?” Each one answered with either a polite and subdued answer or a simple nod, say for my long-haired target. His business was with me and thus he didn’t need to answer. Feeling the glacier-like weight of his gaze upon me sent trembles through lips and jaw alike until I could hardly formulate the words I intended to speak. How could such creatures manipulate us so easily? We pony-folk are doomed if we never find a way in which we can control our adoration for men.

“Mr. Representative, if I may ask you something? Privately?” I started, for at the time I didn’t know his name. Strictly business focused during the day but apparently some savage during the night, Llewellyn was not a very open character. He regardless stepped away from his group to honor my request. His negotiations had been going well before, but a personal audience with royalty? Surely that would bring honor to his name and assist his career. In a way, I was helping him with my search.

“How can I be of service, Your Highness?” He asked robotically, giving me a shallow bow to indicate his willingness to be of assistance. Goodness... the ways in which he could 'be of service' to me. I dare not think too hard on what I might do with a human foolishingly offering himself to me in such a manner. Sequestered out of the public ear-shot at the far end of the great hall, with so many other ponies and humans conversing in the echoing hall of stone, we could hardly be heard over the low din of activity.

“Some nights ago my Sister intended to… ahem. Court you. And she has not been heard from since.” Watching the most subtle movements of his face and examining them considerately didn’t provide me much insight at the time. The primate face was still so alien to me that subtle changes didn’t quite register. On top of that, my compatriot had already been described as ”Eerily hard to read…” by other humans I had happened to converse with. Nevertheless, I could watch his crystalline eyes search for a moment before they retrieved his answer.

“Of course, of course… so far as I am aware, she might still be in her bed chambers.” My ears perked in confusion, as surely if she were there, the loyal maid-staff would have noticed.

“But at the time I made my leave she was still quite incapacitated.” My heart shuddered and stopped for several seconds at the idea, his words poignant and clearly chosen with consideration. He showed no intention of enhancing his story, no stallion-like pride in the notion of utterly crippling my Sister. The idea that he had potentially spent two entire days within her grasp and she was the one fighting for consciousness in a bed struck me as entirely unnatural and absurd.

Just who was this man? What was this creature plaguing the Royal House?!

“Oh… ehm… th- thank you, Mr. Representative. Perhaps I shall make time to check on her.” Only then did his expression flash some braggart-like indication of his thoughts, for his lips tightened into a slight and mischievous grin.

“I think that would be best. I brought her some tea before I made my leave, but if I interpreted her correctly? She was satisfied with our encounter.” Oh goodness. What a way to say such vile things. He had bred my Sister and my cohort into madness and secured his position as some demi-god of mare manipulation. But he still spoke of it as if it were nothing. He openly admitted in his own political manner that he utterly subdued my Sister, that he mated her into a coma and felt nothing of it. This human had accomplished what some stallions fight their entire lives just to have a chance at in the course of a week. And in the end, all he had to say was that ”...she was satisfied.” Perhaps he felt my wide-eyed and aghast stare, perhaps he could taste my feminine fear of him like fine wine, because Llewellyn bowed again to make his leave.

“I will leave you to it, then. I hope to see you at the conference this evening?” I nodded without closing my mouth, only the grace of the gods stopping a fat tear-drop of drool from slithering free.

“Excellent. It was lovely to speak again, your Majesty.” And like that, he was gone. Back into the fold of bustling Canterlot affairs with an utterly terrorized mare in his wake. At that moment I realized this was not a simple pervert getting his kicks off the excitable royalty. This was an agent of destruction entirely focused on remaining as professional and uninvolved as a stallion could be. Implicitly I understood that if this insanity continued any further, I too would fall prey to his hunger. Internally I was simply begging for a whiff of his scent, a taste of his flesh, a moment of his attention. My inner, primal, thoughtless mare would not halt her huffing and stomping and flagging for a moment that day. Whilst I trotted toward Celestia’s chambers, it struck me how empty the hall had become. No guards posted, no maids dutifully hustling about to make everything spotless as possible. Instead there was only the shocking silence of insulating stone walls surrounding me, the long corridor toward Sister’s chambers sparking yet more filthy thoughts in my mind.

A corridor, so straight and narrow, much like a mare’s fleshy canal. Myself, pushing through it slowly at first but quickly finding my pace with excitement, like a human male claiming his territory. Red carpeting and pink clouds, like the insides of a female flushed with excitement for her mate to brutally breed her. These things never disturbed me before, as it was the most inane and desperate interpretation of things a mare could have. But my mind had been poisoned with a dangerous compound that lingers to this very moment. Celestia was surely struck with the same affliction, thus I had to see her. I had to be there to nurse her back to health, to assure she was still healthy and fit for duty. I had to be there to see what carnage had been wrought on her body such that she couldn’t walk, for that vicarious moment might get me through the day without needing a moment to grab some helpless human and molest him in a dark corner.

“Sister? Celestia? Are you well?” I said through the gap between her great doors, an unusual thing to see in an otherwise highly-guarded and maintained castle. The aroma within unsettled me, for there was almost no trace of the hot, salty funk that comes with mating. No sour smelling sweat, no sugary compounds of mare cum splattered about sheets sodden with masculine release. Instead it was nothing but the pleasant hints of tea, lemon and sandalwood. There came no response, thus I invited myself into the immaculately organized room. Had one told me there had been an insane, two-day breeding fest in this chamber without context, there would be no reality where I could believe them. I had never hosted such an intense session myself, but even the most wholesome and vanilla love-making caused quite the aromatic mess.

Llewellyn had fixed everything before making his leave, apparently not disturbing my motionless and exhausted sister. His side of the bed had been made, the pillows fluffed and carefully placed back where they belonged. Scattered cloths and towels and tissues had been either folded and set aside, or disposed of in a nearby can of polished bronze. Even Sister’s desk was organized such that the papers were stacked neatly and her quills arranged by size, length and level of usage. Were it not for the tray set on Celestia’s night stand holding a tea cup with lemon and a still-steaming kettle, one might have never known the human was even here. Upon closer inspection of the bed however, the filth that the human had no means of remediating became more and more apparent. Behind the veil of ambrosial perfumes, the stink of love-making suddenly became very apparent. Trapped under the covers and around the four-posted field of a bed Celestia had was the steamy run off of sweat and passion. The sheets were speckled with white fur and the downy remains of feathers lost in the melee, stains soaked into the fine fabric at regular intervals. Imprints of my Sister’s backside, vulva and face could be seen in these stains, each one carrying a somewhat different but universally vile musk to them. Celestia’s fur remained matted and wet and frizzy from the encounter, unlike the normally smooth and marble-like finish of the pampered coat the public admired.

With a sort of hypnosis of morbid curiosity taking over my body, I approached her without intention to hide. I made no effort to step lightly or conceal myself, as she seemed so dead to the world that nothing would wake her. Celestia was still breathing, but in deep and considered motions. Her belly rose and then rapidly descended with a quiver, her tail lashing about beneath the blankets and her hooves gently kicking. I stood by her bed and let the chaos of sex wash over me, for the evidence was simply delicious and foul all at once.

“Sister… are you… alive?” I asked the barely functional slab of alicorn flesh before me. Celestia retorted with a quiet squeak before burying her face in the pillow. Her wings stiffened and twitched, her hips bucking as if she wanted to grind on something.

“Mmh, huhnnnn…” She replied with a noise rather than a word, thankfully a noise that sounded rather pleased.

“Can you stand? Is all well?” I asked as the heat rose rapidly off my cheeks. It was difficult to focus when she moved, as I could only imagine how intense and furious the mating had been. Images of that strapping young lad mounting her enormous backside and pounding it into jellied meat continuously distracted me. There was simply so much rump for a man to work with, such a titanic pillow for his hips to beat into with airy claps and fleshy squishes. That perfect vagina of hers entire genres of poetry were created to admire surely milked one load of fertile... delicious... sweet nectar from Llewellyn and I could not banish the thought of tasting it.

“Ehmph… hm, hm~...” She giggled to herself breathlessly through the pillow, curling her spine to stick her backside into the air. Her blankets fell under the weight of their own dampness, revealing a most shocking and stomach-turning sight.

“Huh- OH! Oh Moon and Sun above!” It was almost too much to bear when presented all at once. I covered my mouth with a hoof and nearly shielded my eyes with a wing, but my own perversion demanded I look.

Sunlight streamed through the windows and into her still gaping anus, a pool of lubrication running out of the blasted crater and soaking her unloved labia. Unlike Twilight’s stretched, loose, relaxed and raw gash, Celestia’s seemed entirely unmolested. Though she winked and oozed from it, there was no sign of rough treatment in any way. Her backdoor had been utterly blown open, however. Her pink insides glistened with the sogginess of repeated, deep penetration and quivered as if orgasm had come several seconds prior rather than hours. Her pucker that had always seemed so muscular, tight and expert in the act of accommodating stallions now seemed like a pitiful barn door busted down by moody cattle. Her guts were churning and gripping at the air as if some burly human might yet come and bury his cock in her at any moment, the sight making my mouth water and my tongue writhe for a taste. It was such a filthy sight to behold, it commanded every last bit of my attention until I strained my eyes to behold it.

Staring so intently, drinking in every perverted detail, I discovered something alien within her. A rather strange blue intruder that I could not quite interpret. It shined like wet rubber, yet moved as if it were flooded with a thick and syrupy fluid. Stuck inside her, the strange object bounded up and down gently with Celestia’s muscular bowels fighting to keep its slick mass inside her. Her sphincter was so useless in this moment that it fell on her gut to try and suck this object back down inside her. I couldn’t believe this was anything but uncomfortable… and I must admit that some perverted part of me wished to see what it could be. Biting my lip, standing just that little bit closer, I gripped the object in my magic and gently moved it from her guts.

“Ooooorrrrgh~~~...” She retorted with a ghastly moan into the pillow. Her refined and delicately feminine voice no longer carried any cadence or beauty to it, it was just the simple expression of equine, animalistic orgasm made reality. It sent waves of energy through my form, culminating in a leaky river running down my inner thigh. Whatever this thing was it caused her quite a bit of enjoyment, as it slurped free and made her own pursed, plump lips squirt a slight steam of need. Pulling ever so gently I found it only came to a stop at her once functional butt, the full scope of this depravity striking me only then and there.

Said mysterious object was a condom filled near the point of bursting. A condom tied off and then put right back where it had been filled. I stared for more time than I care to admit, utterly dumbfounded that one could even do such a thing. In the days before my banishment, condoms had yet to be invented. It took time to adjust to seeing them so commonly in Equestria’s modern sexual culture, but I never imagined they could be used as a toy in and of themselves. I never imagined a male could fill one like a balloon either, not one the size of a hoof. The latex had become so fat and heavy that it was a struggle to pull it free from her blasted pucker, an audible and wet pop ringing off the high ceiling of the room.

“UNNNGH~!!! MMMMH, hm, hm hm~!!!” Celestia moaned and laughed into her pillow some more as the enormous globe of sperm dangled in my magic. I could see its weight straining the material, how it was stretched so thin the light passed through it like stained glass. Virile, hot, fresh, delicious human cum marinated in a mare. Had it not been for the madness that ensued I might’ve stolen off with that prize like a depraved deviant in the night. But Celestia’s shivering backside quickly tensed and sputtered a wet protest to my removal of its plug. Gulping, disgusting, echoing noises of fleshy tension suddenly pressed forth another one that fell languidly from her guts, one of equal size.

In my shock I dropped the first condom onto the floor and let it burst. A shame to waste human seed, though there was clearly more where that came from. I stared in astonishment as a yellow orb, a green orb, a pink orb and another blue orb fell from her guts. Four filled tubes of human spunk inflated, tied off and crammed inside her strained belly. My Sister could not hold them to save her life, for there simply was no strength left in her. The noises she made were drowned out by the gurgling grunts of expelling such monstrous quantities of contained cum, a flood of musky lubricant splashing across the bed and floor in a fan of filth.

“Hhhn… haah… ung…” Celestia tittered before going entirely limp and leaving this waking world behind. Standing there stiff as a board and wet as a typhoon, I admit to watching her sleep for several minutes before my senses returned to me. The presence of so much cum, of such debaucherous sights before me raised the temperature of the room until I was pouring sweat and struggling to breathe. Had I not used every last bit of my resolve to retreat from that scene, I would’ve perhaps been so sick off stolen human cum and alicorn rump juices that Canterlot would come to a halt for another day.

It was solidified then that this was truly an unstoppable force. Any mare that crossed paths with this monster was doomed to be his dim-witted, aghast and helpless toy. The weak, the mighty, the old and the young alike were all made his subjects with the same vitriol they assaulted him with. I had never seen such a travesty and I had never feared a male so very deeply. The concern was not for my safety, but for my sanity. If this creature could so easily claim Celestia and ruin her so, what in Equus would he do to my measurably less capable body? I claimed no expertise in love making, surely I would be a single breeding away from utter devotion to this man I had only met at the beginning of this heated week.

I ruminated in my chambers that night. Distracted by needy thoughts, fretting that they might drive me to seek satisfaction with that man, I had no choice but to lock the door and seal myself inside until some resolution could be found. Were I free of the natural desire for sex and fulfillment that comes with all ponies, perhaps I could avoid this. But I knew well enough that deep down, I too wanted to be his. It was only a matter of Llewellyn choosing my body as his next target, then it would surely be his to destroy and break however he pleased. Hoofing at myself for most of the night, whittling away my precious time and energy, I came to a conclusion that would’ve made my ancient professors cringe in disgust. If there was no avoiding it, I might as well compromise with the man. Perhaps if I was honest and open, he would show mercy on me and this could be a somewhat functional arrangement. Afterall, he had come here on business. What better way to disarm a human than to do business with them in the most direct manner possible?

That evening I penned a letter of invitation and selected a stalwart stallion to deliver it. I was sure a mare would get it there just the same but might become distracted before it could be read. Stallions might be as susceptible to his charms but at the time, Twilight Sparkle’s study of homosexual relationships between man and equine hadn’t concluded, thus it was still a debate. Regardless I requested his time at a cafe in the morning, some place open and public where all could see if he did something untoward. His acceptance letter came that morning in flowing cursive script, sending me into an absolute state of dread.

Waiting on the otherwise relaxing and up-scale patio of the cafe, I could feel his presence long before I saw him. Something about the air became thicker when humans were near, as if they flooded our senses with some beguiling compound we mares couldn’t resist. In times of strain I tend to snack, thus I was being served croissant after fold-over after brownie by the kind staff. It soothed my nerves somewhat but I knew from my ancient times of pregnancy that stress eating would do me no favors in the long run. Sipping espresso was near impossible when the atmosphere was so oppressive, but it had to be done. I needed all my wits, all my political skill in that moment if I were to emerge on the other side of this madness unscathed and free from human-addiction.

“Mr. Representative, so lovely to finally have you.” I greeted before he could, hoping to perhaps set the man on the backfoot. He hardly registered it and bowed uninterrupted, his smile warm but clearly crafted for the moment.

“Please, your Majesty. Outside of business there’s no need for my title.” He said courteously before joining me at our slight table. I ordered him a coffee as well, assuming he wouldn’t take the time to drink it. Casually as he could, as if not speaking to divine royalty of a different species, the human sipped from the mug undisturbed.

“Oh? Then whatever shall I call you?” I asked, averting my eyes to his lips rather than his piercing glare. Dressed in something other than the typical business suit I had seen so many human males wearing, Llewellyn had an entirely different impression to him. Still heavily saturated with authority and ability, but clouded by calm and control. In his orange button shirt and neatly-cut blue slacks, the human was far softer and warmer in his appearance. Sitting so slouched and no longer wearing a businessman’s mask of corporate plastic, I could also freely examine how a human face is meant to look unshackled and free. The refreshing summer breeze that blew quickly down the mountain of our fine city ruffled his clothes perfectly, exposing the flashes of his white undershirt that hugged across the broad profile of his chest.

“Well… My name is Llewellyn Mabosa. But with those whom I know, often I am also just called Lu.” He smiled warmly as I raised my eyebrows at such a strange name. That was nothing like the ones provided in our reports and pamphlets, it seemed far too foreign for the normally short and precise names we dealt with. I knew that our native tongue matched one language alone on Earth, thus perhaps it had only been those that spoke English whose names we had come to understand as “normal” human names.

“How very interesting… where does this name come from? I don’t think I’ve ever met one of your kind with such a name?” He nodded knowingly, as if he had been asked this a hundred times before.

“My mother came from Wales and my Father South Africa. And so far as I understand, it’s only really been Americans coming to Equestria?” Something about that voice relieved some of the tension, even that of a filthy and sexual flavor. All at once I seemed to forget what a merciless lover he was and looked upon him with the curiosity of a normal mare. At the time it was smooth and gradual just as the changing of night to day, but in reflection I remember it being so instant.

“For the most part, indeed. I am terribly sorry to say that I have never heard of these countries you describe.” He waved a forgiving hand, sipping from his mug again in content.

“I was raised in America. For all intents and purposes I am of that country.” I recall that the moment being when I smiled, a friendly smile that was normally shared with only the innermost parties of Canterlot that were so elevated they need not worry about political maneuvering. Something about him was so disarming when he wasn’t actively hunting mares. Perhaps that initial kindness is the stripes of the tiger one cannot see before it leaps from the brush and rips their throat out.

“But what may I call you, outside of business? I assume ’Your Majesty’ is too unwieldy?” I didn’t think through my answer, as it sprung naturally and simply without concern for its composition.

“Whatever you like, Dear Llewellyn. I endeavor to be as approachable as a Princess may be for her subjects.” From there we conversed gently on some of the surface layers of politics and arrangements and processes going on then. Neither of us were too excited to discuss matters too contentious at the time, for we were both in positions where simple conversations could compromise several plans at once. I could sense from his tone and his vocabulary that he was a highly educated man, as those humans who were less restrained and more prone to swearing apparently didn’t go to university as often. That was our opinion in Equestria but we had little grounds to prove it, though my new friend helped to clear the air around some of those stereotypes.

He made the time pass with alarming quickness, for ten AM rapidly became eleven, then twelve and one while neither of us noticed. We had become so engrossed in conversation that we spent much of our time not even enjoying our beverages, the coffee now cool and sitting forlorn on the table as we chattered. At times I seemed to speak to nothing but his eyes, as they could so easily hypnotize a mare into confusion that I wanted nothing more than to be sucked into them. Eventually a waitress asked him with the same quivering excitement that all mares held for humans whether or not we wished for more to drink. When he turned to address her it broke the spell for that small moment and allowed my mind to recall why I had invited him here in the first place. After all this light conversation and understanding, now it struck me that this might quickly morph into a very uncomfortable conversation. But it had to happen if I were to gain any insight over this dire situation.

“So… Llewellyn? Might I ask you something that is perhaps a bit… personal?” His relaxed expression did not falter. I should have expected as much from a man trusted with the entire reputation of his company in a foreign land, but it surprised me nonetheless.

“Of course. Whether or not I answer it is still up in the air.” This was concerningly true, as I couldn’t really force him to do anything besides following the laws of Equestria. Humans were of diplomatic status unless they actively sought citizenship that put them into subjugation under Royal authority. Nevertheless I had to at least try. I swallowed dryly and showed the first signs of concern since he sat across from me.

“Ahem… I do hope not to cause offense when I ask you this. I want to assure you first and foremost that I seek not to catch you in some trap.” He nodded with a hardening expression preparing for a prying and invasive question.

“But, it is clear to me that you have some ability in influencing mares. Perhaps the most comprehensive that I have yet seen in any creature. And whether or not that is by design or by providence is unimportant. What I am hoping is that we can come to… some arrangement before this progresses any further.” He cocked an eyebrow with some mixture of offense coming across him, something that lit my heart aflame in concern.

“I understand if this seems far more accusing than friendly. But it is my belief that our own… ’encounter’ is inevitable should we continue to parlay. Thus I only wish to establish our terms.” Lu chewed on my words for several seconds, hardening back into that business man who felt nothing but whatever prudence best served his purposes.

“You mean my activities with your Sister and Twilight Sparkle?” I could only nod with my teeth pressed tightly together behind my pursed lips.

“Do you believe I used some underhanded tactic to seduce them?” Though “underhanded” was the incorrect term in our language, I presume it made perfect sense on Earth. Regardless, I was shaking when his voice became that little bit more cutting and stern. In some sense I could taste the offense on his breath, that my words had been too presumptive for his liking.

“I am unsure how you have done it. All I know is that you have caught my attention with your actions. I admit that I too am curious about these abilities you display in bedding mares.” For the first time since we started Llewellyn seemed taken aback by my choice of words, most likely falling to the habit males have of growing more amicable when complimented. The harsh frown and furrowed brow unknit themselves from his expression and let the handsome features once again show his more diplomatic face.

“Hm… that is an interesting proposition, Miss Luna. But unfortunately I believe you’re mistaken about me.” He said, politely having another thoughtful drink of his coffee. I did not respond, instead swiveling my ears toward him begging for a further explanation.

“Yes, it is true that I have a certain… appetite for mares. But you ascribe more intention to my actions than exists in reality. I am here on business and that is my primary concern. But when I am invited into the chambers of an aggressive mare and asked to expose myself? That puts me in a rather difficult position, as a man.” I nearly spit out the ghostly sip of whatever espresso was left in my tiny cup.

“Then… it was not your intention to dominate the royal court with your lovemaking?” I asked stupidly, sounding like a confused child rather than the politician I was.

“My intention was to negotiate the steel trade between my employers and the Greater Metropolitan Prefect of Canterlot. That I had relations with your Sister and Twilight Sparkle is simply my own tendency to be approached by ponies coming back to haunt me.” I could hardly map his logic onto the events that had transpired, as no normal stallion just accidently breeds two alicorns into insanity within a week. Surely he must’ve had some magic spell or charm that could hijack the minds of ponies and bend them to his will?

“And let me assure you, Miss Luna. I have no intention of seducing you or anyone else for nefarious purposes. I never bed a mare unless I am assured of her consent.” The mention of us together was enough to make my inner mare snort and whiny in a degrading display of need. I promised silently to pay for the lovely chair I soaked with my excitement once this was over.

“Twilight Sparkle and Celestia were incapacitated of their own volition then? No other magical means?” I asked, gritting my teeth to make it through the steamy haze of arousal rolling off my body.

“They came to me soliciting intimacy. I only obliged them.”

“Excuse me if this seems demeaning to ask, Llewellyn. But how is it that a normal human such as you is able to not only make love to two divine mares in one week, but make love such that both are now wholly useless and delirious?” I still remember that blush that came across his face, a genuine and flustering show of vulnerability that his kind so easily brought upon mine.

“That… that is my less than honorable habit. I never intended to cause such concern. I will be honest and confess that I acted without thinking. In situations such as that I tend to fall back on ehm… instinct.” I stared in surprise, though to any fool paying attention it was the opposite of a revelation. It was also one of the few times I noticed him tripping over his words, as if the right thing to say wasn’t immediately clear and he was terrified because of it.

“I always seek to do the most thorough and satisfactory work. I must be of a higher quality in all things I do to survive in this business. With mares I apply the same logic and sometimes go beyond what might reasonable.” It was difficult to know when a human was telling the truth, as they were so different from us in all ways that a pony could only vaguely guess from their subtle hints and inflections what their intentions were. The evidence was vast enough that I could believe him, even if not entirely so.

“So… you don’t plan to bed your way through the Royal house? It was a mere chance?” He shrugged to demonstrate the lack of a conclusion.

“I was approached by the Princess’ on separate occasions to have relations, so that is what I did. Let me assure you in the strongest terms possible.” Adjusting his posture and resting his elbows on the table, Llewellyn addressed me directly as a man possibly could and looked directly into my eyes. That was perhaps the worst thing he could do, for the concentration put into listening was dwarfed by my concentration on his stunning glare. I too have bright eyes that catch ponies off guard, but never have I been on the other end of that startling look.

“I do not wish to force myself upon anyone, pony or otherwise. That I have gathered this reputation is unfortunate but deserved. It pains me to think that it had you concerned for your fellow Royals.” He was too concise and robotic for my liking. Now that I had tasted the real and relaxed Llewellyn I had grown accustomed to that. He was returning to work mode, he was trying to hide himself from me again and I did not want him to. I wanted more of that real man, of that mind born in an entirely different plane of existence. A solution for stopping this stiff behavior came quickly, thank the Moon.

“I am… glad to hear all of this, Mr. Llewellyn. Though… I must admit something to you. I appreciate the sensitivity of this discussion and thus I feel comfortable to tell you this.” I too addressed him directly, his ambivalent expression hanging unresolved like an open door. Now that he had nothing to go off of but my next sentence I could see him shiver between defensive stoicism and relieved happiness.

“I wanted to have this conversation because I… I did in some way desire to be claimed by you. Perhaps not in the same crippling manner as Celestia, but certainly as intimately.” My delivery morphed his face into one of confusion and shock, surely my words were those cast in the absurdly perfect world of a dream.

“If we needn’t arrange something so sudden, then perhaps you might be… open to having further discussions in the future. I find you quite handsome, especially for a human. And it would be a great delight to know you on a deeper level.” Just as had been the case for the last thousand years, I still could not talk to stallions in an effective manner on the topic of love. I recall waiting ten years to propose to my first husband simply because when he looked upon me the words crammed in my throat and I forgot the long poems of affection I created for him. Llewellyn had much the same effect, but I had since learned to speed that process of courtship.

“A… relationship?” He asked with a bewildered tone, straightening his back and failing to suppress his blush. I could see he was finally lower in the power hierarchy of this exchange, a perfect position to be taken advantage of.

“Of sorts… if it is agreeable to you.” The thoughts and the notions swished about in his head and his eyes flicked up and down across my figure. It felt somewhat degrading at first, but quickly I wanted to show myself for him. My legs relaxed and spread somewhat to show my soft underbelly. My wings splayed subtly to show my healthy and dense plumage and my neck craned to show my height. He reflected no displeasure in his expression and given that he was so compelled by our conversation, he made no effort to hide his furious excitement.

“I must admit, Princess. There has been discussion in human circles about this kind of thing. Some of us are very keen in cautioning our peers about mingling with Equine temptresses.” He started before carefully extending an open hand to me.

“But… I don’t see why not. At the very least it should help my image among the Courts.” I was unsure how to respond to an outstretched hand despite the dozens of times that my advisors had told me. Bending downward and licking it wasn’t the right response, but tasting my future lover was much more fulfilling than simply touching him.

We kept our interactions strictly refined and business oriented whilst Celestia held sway. When we met in the halls we would bow for one another, address each other as “Your Majesty” and “Mr. Representative.” But when I moved my great sphere over the land our dynamic shifted. No longer watched by his omnipresent and judgmental peers in the castle, Llewellyn could once again return to his comfortable self. Most humans left long before darkness came in the summer, for they wanted time to get back to their lodgings and enjoy the nightlife of Canterlot. Attractive human males deserved a break with our mares after working so hard day after day. It always pleased me to see a duchess or a secretary taking a human diplomat home with her smile wide and her tail flagging in eagerness.

My new companion remained on the grounds for the vast majority of his time, from then on. He was extended an invitation to the diplomatic ward of our castle, the one closest to my quarters. He enjoyed the finest service that our great nation could provide both on and off the job, simultaneously enjoying my company whenever we could spare a moment for one another. Our favored rendezvous was meeting at the top of the Grand Gardens and making our way down the southern face of the mountain. Concealed in the brush where photographers were kept away by zealous guards and tall walls of stone, we could be comfortable in avoiding scandal. No other creature needed to know about us, as surely it would put his career and reputation in jeopardy.

For the first week it was a lovely blur of normal duties, then having a handsome human to follow about during the night. I would rush things in court or perhaps not read an entire law before signing it just so I could race off to the gardens and wait for him. Apparently he did the same, though knowing how meticulous and precise my Llewellyn was, he certainly left nothing undone or haphazardly askew before his departure from the office. Coming into the graces of Royalty, he also received quite the raise in his earnings, something I was glad to be the cause of. He was as relaxed and happy as I had ever seen him be in those gardens, the snapdragons and the hibiscus and blooming sunflowers surrounding him so perfectly that the image still brings watery awe to my eyes. When I asked him to wear his long hair down for me- my goodness did I love weaving the blossoms and the rose petals into his mane. Cast a masculine god of relaxation and fertility, there was little that could stop my nether from weeping sugary need for him.

Those walks could be quite hot, even under the cloak of darkness. Surrounded by the moist and dense leaves our florists carefully cultivated trapped the humidity and heat of the day with us, thus I could more easily flaunt the less honorable aspects of a mare for him. Lu indeed had quite the thirst for pony flesh, that was impossible for him to deny. I had heard from advisors that interspecies love was strictly prohibited in human cultures, an act that would cast one’s name down among the most reviled in society with just a rumor of man mating with mare. I could not imagine a world where men could not court mares, that nightmarish vision thankfully never concerned me. Perhaps the old and tottering diplomats with their gray hair and crooked teeth thought like that, but our young blood guests in Equestria thankfully could have cared less. Our mares were not animals! We were the new equals to mankind, his friend across dimensions and galaxies that wished to see him excel and grow and love! Only a close-minded and dusty old hag could ever deny their men our affection, our love. Did they honestly expect their sons to be walking about all day alone and tired from work and then deny a curious mare a comfortable night? Such madness shocks me still.

Lu knew he was safe with me. He knew that he was among creatures that loved him and hungered for him, thus he would let his bright eyes wander longer than normal. He was entirely polite, of course. Never did he reach out and grope me so rudely or snort at me to invite some kind of encounter. I might not have denied him my body if he requested it... but such an opportunity never came up in those early days. I could never do the same, for I thought it a tragedy to spoil such a beautiful creature by slobbering on his lips and swallowing his cock. However much I wanted to. I wanted his eyes on me, I wanted his attention after all. A mare is entitled to a sexual fantasy of her own, even if it might involve lusty young men ogling her impure parts and thinking dastardly, intrusive thoughts about her. At times I made concerted efforts to talk in front of him for a majority of our time together, taunting and titillating him after so many hours spent in boardrooms, meeting halls and behind a typewriter. His erection never escaped my sight now matter how quickly he would adjust it to slide up his pants. I only wished that I had the words which might convince him to let it be free so that I might dream of having his contained beast slide up the length of my snout. At a certain point I asked him why he remained so restrained with me, subtly suggesting that he might touch and feel me however much he liked. I certainly wouldn't mind if he wanted to stroke my fur, feel my wings or randomly slide his fingers inside my needy vagina. But what he said was quite disturbing.

He told me that most females of Earth were quite sensitive about this manner of courting, that a man would need to show the utmost respect and reserve his desire to breed until the very last moment. Otherwise he might be considered a predatory character that society would whole-heartedly condemn. What kind of wretched treatment were these precious young men receiving on Earth? They could not court a mare with the promise of love making, they could not turn to other species if they fancied them, they could not even show their ambition in having a herd or they would be called the most wretched terms their mother tongues could afford. The word misogynist slithered across the tongue like a rancid slug and thus I cast it out of his vocabulary the moment I could. I wondered how a mare surrounded by such compelling creatures could ever deny them the satisfaction of being with her. I wondered how Earth- a realm with considerably more stallions than Equestria- thrived as it apparently did when males and females were pitted against one another.

“To be fair, plenty of men are predatory. I don’t blame women for being so cautious.” He said, his elbows pressed against the polished marble divider between garden and cliff face. Overlooking the bustling city on a weekend when all the busy hearts and minds could finally relax and run rampant through the streets, nothing more beautiful seemed possible. I came close to him and rested my hooves on the divider with him, leaning my head against his shoulder and feeling the stability of a capable young man.

“A world in which stallions actively yearn for mares? Oh how very tragic. Perhaps they should come here and chase stallions day and night without any hope of securing them. That might temper their haughty attitude.” He snickered at my sentiment, something he so rarely did outside of our walks together.

“I’ve seen how passive the stallions are here. It's strange, coming from Earth.” The idea of being constantly courted by all manner of men appealed to me more than he realized, no matter how he tried to qualify. In my estimation, human mares were skittish and finicky creatures that perhaps needed to come to Equestria as well. Perhaps they and our passive stallions could better fraternize whilst we mares took their under-loved and overworked men for ourselves. Surely they had enough to share. What would they miss if every man they sent over here to slave away for corporations and governments just never came back? We ponies would take far better care of their boys than they ever dreamed.

How they worked my Lu. How he was never allowed a moment to himself! What lamentation could be severe enough to reflect how tragic it was? The sun had gone down, the moon was at its zenith in the clear sky. We sat together by the fountain, leaning into one another in a realm of utter peace and tranquility. Then, as if a screeching griffin had spawned behind us-

”BWEEP, BWEEP, BWEEP!” A buzzing sound so irritating and impossible to ignore burst from his pocket, and he answered it as if it was second nature! Lu would untangle his arm from me and pull out this polished brick of glass and speak into it as if it was his King and Queen! I wanted to be cuddled and to be held, not to wait around at the beck and call of this piece of shit! He spoke into it and I greedily gripped him tighter in my arms, holding my snout against his throat and trying to remind him who matter more.

“Yes? No, I’m occupied… Send the email to me and I will edit it when I get back to the office… No, I can have it before morning, but it’s going to be late… alright. Get it done and I’ll make sure it’s tight… super. Get some sleep tonight, I’ll take care of it.” Phones were not an entirely alien concept to us ponies, but the obnoxious frequency of their use incensed us to no end. I had been gifted one by a diplomat some weeks ago, but never did I allow it to dominate my life such as Llewellyn's. In the darkness of night, when creatures ought to be sleeping and resting, he was ripped awake by this wretched device! Oh, how it maddened me to think of when we weren’t together! I wanted to smash it into dust and blow it into the wind, to break the chain wrapped about his neck so I might replace it with my own adoring embrace!

“My apologies, Lulu.” He quickly corrected his behavior, attempting to assuage my displeasure with that pet name. I could not tolerate such interruptions any further, thus the very next morning I put into place an edict.

”Where upon Her glorious Moon rises above our great nation, mobile communications shall cease. To preserve the balance of our magic, our life essence and most powerful asset, all cellular telephones shall not receive calls between the hours of eight PM and six AM. Such is the decree of the Royal House. Disobedience shall incur a fine of two-hundred bits on he who have called that device. Let this dictation bring peace to our sapient visitors whilst they slumber in our nation.” I was remiss to upset so many humans with my act, but after a week of enforcing such a restraint, their complaints withered away with satisfying speed. No more being hounded by their employers, woken up in the middle of the night when they should be laying with our mares and bringing joy to this nation. It was a risky maneuver, but despite reported productivity falling, satisfaction was on the rise. Every morning Twilight showed her charts and her graphs to us that examined the rate of satisfaction in both mares and humans, each demographic experiencing a conjoined rise in happiness. Sleep was up, sexual satisfaction was up and most tellingly, sore throats among mares had gone up. We enjoyed to watch that particular data stream morning after morning. There as certainly no sickness spreading through Canterlot that might explain hoarse voices and tight jaws in our mares... thus we had our theories as to why it became so widespread. Twilight delicately tracked every possible metric of human activity that she could. Her morning reports on human statistics to the nation via radio became the most listened to program in the history of our broadcasting department.

Free from that idiotic and irritating burden of being summoned to work when off the clock, I could further exploit my Llewellyn for all he was worth. On a starry night, where the shooting stars came in pairs from vast expanses of asteroid flurries screaming through the atmosphere, we made a connection that would last a lifetime. Something so pure and spiritual, that we needn’t confess devotion afterwards. He gave to me the most precious and delightful thing a human could give.

“So, place it under the broiler to toast it. And once it’s to your liking, take it out. Butter it, add poppy seeds, sesame seeds and a little salt. Then toast it again.” He explained with the utmost care and precision. I stared in awe as we occupied the royal kitchen late that night, neither of us able to banish the sudden wave of post-dinner hunger that washed over us. Carefully, with great expertise, he removed the perfectly crafted bagel for us to indulge in. Our snack exchange went on for hours that night, mixing together the great traditions of late night visitations to the kitchen for indulgent treats.

“Behold. Grated parmesan, grated smoked gouda and rosemary. Apply to the pretzel, thank bake once again. Once all is melted and combined, salt to your taste.” I too showed him my favored manner of indulgence, the delicious and crispy treats we baked slashing our shared appetites but failing to fully satisfy.

"How about this? Homemade whipped cream, frozen strawberries. Grind the berries in an ice crush and apply cream to your desired thickness. The least healthy cereal that a man can eat." I agreed with that, but when I made a massive bowl of creamy berries and ate the entire thing I hardly concerned myself with the fats and the sugars.

“This one takes a little longer. But my friends in university swore by it. This is how Russians survive their education.” Lu hadn’t quite explained what a “Russian” was yet, but whatever they are, their culinary expertise is to be dearly commended.

“Sunflower oil… a clove of garlic… and black bread. Sweat the garlic, pull the bread apart and then fry until crisp.” We made a great bowl of sizzling, oily and sour rye that night and ate the entire thing together. An entire loaf fried and made savory, the perfect dish to share with a handsome and soothing man. I went to my chambers that night full and pleased, but suffering from a hunger made more severe than any other. It felt heretical to send that man back to his room for the night. After all we had spoken about, after we had shared so much, I could not banish him from my thoughts. His sexuality had taken a back seat to his mere presence, his warmth and my addiction. My grand bed that had seen so many stallions and mares come to warm it in the past was painfully cold and barren without another, thus I found no rest under the blankets.

The night was waning when I came to my senses and made for the balcony. Dusky pinks and reds were trickling upwards over the great dome of the sky, infecting the darkness with the coming day tiny bit by bit. Under the stars and the watchful gaze of the full moon, I was empowered by my constellation comrades to act. Teleporting would have made too much noise. Walking would have taken too long. Soaring through the warm blackness of the retreating night and landing upon his balcony was the only satisfactory way to sate my desire. The glass door between balcony and bedroom offered no resistance to me, as I knew the locks too well and could pick them at will. His room opened wide for me, drawing my eyes straight to his neat and clean bed. Even when sleeping in it, Llewellyn did his best to keep the covers smooth and the pillows perfectly centered on the mattress. He would certainly not appreciate me ruining his particular set up, but there were ways a mare could compensate him for the trouble.

Writhing and wriggling and pushing myself under the comforters to be with him, I settled in quite comfortably at his side. He pretended to be asleep, perhaps to spare my feelings and assure me that my stealth hadn’t failed so obviously. Whether or not he was awake didn’t occur to me, for when we embraced his arms snugged about my barrel and greedily pulled me close to him. His unusual build so alien to this land made him adept and intimate cuddler. Llewellyn’s agile arms and slight chest made it so he could sneak his way right against me, entrap me and weigh me down into the mattress. He wrapped about me like a warm sweater, as if he was trying to press his way into my body and become one with me. I returned the favor as best I could, engulfing him in the plumage of my wings and craning my neck about his head. He was smothered in indigo softness, soothed to sleep by the thunderous heartbeat of a divine being barely an inch from his ear. Never have I been so rested, not since I had taken husbands and wives to my bed and embraced them in marriage. Were he one tenth as attractive to Celestia and Twilight as he was to me, then they needn’t explain a thing about their encounters. There isn’t a mare alive that could deny the fulfillment of embracing a man like this.

His alarm went off at some ungodly hour in the night just a few hours after my arrival. I banished his phone from the room from then on and refused to let him escape my grasp. Regardless of my law and my authority and my tight grip, he attempted escape nonetheless. I must admire that need to work, that duty he feels so driven uphold. But I certainly do not admire his assumption that I would give up my bedwarmer and snuggle-buddy that easily. My legs clamped tightly about him and pulled him closer to my form, preventing his sleepy little efforts from taking him away.

“No… just a little longer. Please?” I hummed into his ear somewhere between the realm of sleep and waking, both perfectly pleasing to me. He was slow to return, but the gravity of the Lunar Princess is inescapable to all but the most deranged creatures of Equestria. He came back down and found the covers folded over him precisely by the grip of my magic. My legs and wings squeezed around his body as he reclined, a helpless head resting on the pillow where I kissed it. He was peppered with kisses and saturated with my body heat, so much so that his muscles were made entirely worthless and unfit for the day ahead of him. The most he could do was lie there and take it. In the presence of a goddess he was still just a mortal man with aching muscles and a sore mind that needed a mare's love to heal.

“Hmm… I have a meeting at nine.” He croaked half-heartedly through the smack of wet kisses against his jaw.

“You have been drafted by Royal Decree. Mr. Llewellyn Mobasa is hereby named the Royal Kissy-boy and he must attend to his duties… they will understand.” While he did relax, I could tell he still needed to be distracted from his obligations. Such a hard working man, a shame he had to be in the employ of dusty old corpses in suits. What good I could set this man to if only he were mine. I needed him to remain focused on me and me alone, I wanted his attention more than air in my lungs. His aroma was overwhelming, how it mixed with mine to create a most unique blend that swirled under the blankets about our bodies. Impure thoughts overtook my mind when his lazy and limp hand idly stroked across my belly, reaching dangerously close to sensitive and smooth teats. If I weren't so tired and so content feeling him squirm against my fur I would've descended below the blankets and swallowed his cock in a heartbeat.

“Does that mean I’m under your command now? I can’t leave my own bed?” He said with a wry grin and closed eyes, a lack of awareness that drew me closer. Dragging a warm and wet tongue across his face and grabbing his leg between my thighs, I hoped to make my desires clear as possible. Surely, he would oblige me if I simply asked directly.

“The bed belongs to me… so does the room… so I may do what I like with it. And since you have been called to fulfill your duty to Equestria? That means you are mine as well... mine.” He opened one eye in curiosity when the door locked, my magic turning the latch so hard that a key would snap if one tried to open this chamber. His balcony door shut in the same way, a binding of runes and incantations sealing it from the world. He was trapped with me… or maybe I was trapped with him depending on how this proceeded.

“If I wish to make it so there’s no way to escape from my chambers… then that is my choice. I simply wish to sleep comfortably with the Royal Kissy-boy without being disturbed.” This close to him, with this much luxurious silk and cotton piled on top of us, a whisper was deafening. One could communicate by the slightest movement, the mere suggestion of intent. His open palm against my side stroking up and down suggested no resistance or displeasure. Exploring his chest with a hoof, his metered and shallow breathing betrayed how calm and prepared he was. However composed he liked to be, poor Lu still could not stop his heart from racing with such excited thumps against my hoof. He came closer and turned to face me, pressing our lips together into the most wonderful, pure and delicious kiss I had for the last thousand years.

“Maybe I ought to draw a check from the Royal Treasury then. My services are quite expensive and I take great pride in providing mares with the best service... it would certainly be a shame on me if I didn't then try my best to please my Princess, wouldn't it?” He hissed and pressed himself flat against my belly, sliding his groin across my body in the most lurid and intentional manner. I begged rapidly in my mind with heated prayers released silently with my low and squeaky moan. Please, by the Gods, let his suggestion come true. Let me employ this human, let me hold stake in his life for however long it might last so I may always have him at hoof. Let him never take flight away from his righteous position in my arms and beneath my wings.

“Yes… Hmmm~...” I could not verbalize how he made me feel, for hands are devious and alien things in Equestria. How soft and tactile they are in dancing over a mare’s coat, tormenting her with the most relaxing strokes and squeezes. Invasive little fingers give the most effective massages, scratching where no hoof can ever reach and satisfying itches that were once mere mysteries. I climbed atop him, I pinned him down beneath the divine shape of my body and made him worship it. He could have protested, but the grinding erection rising between my thighs would have betrayed him regardless. He was so close to me now, so close to falling into my fleshy embrace and submitting to me. He was clothed in those damnable boxers humans were so fond of, halting me from simply pressing back and guiding his manhood into my ready, begging cunt.

“Miss Luna… surely you know this is a conflict of interests? I don't believe we could negotiate fairly if I was partial to this... lovely rear of yours.” I stared down into his eyes, he stared back with the same vigor. Feeling his heat, riding atop his body and feeling the strength that could so easily manipulate me bubbling just beneath the surface, there was no treaty or law or army that could stop what was about to happen.

"We are done talking about dull business, Royal Kissy-boy. We are done talking entirely.” We shared a kiss under the rising sun, the illuminating rays shining down on things best kept secret. His grinding cock slid between my lips and his under garments soaked up my abundant juices, forever painting him as one bold and powerful enough to breed divinity. Beneath the flowing waves of my mane, shrouded in the weak light streaming between my feathers, that human never again looked so gorgeous and precious.

“Make good on your reputation… I wish to never forget this morning so long as I live.”

To that effect, Llewellyn pleased me. True to his word, that man left nothing untouched and no desire unsatisfied. Thoroughly exploring every inch of my body, worshiping each hair as if it mattered just as much as the whole it had been attached to. There was not a particle of my form he did not love that day, for we were engaged in the act for hours and hours. His tongue, his fingers, his manhood- all were put to use against me. I too was made to please him, but all my greatest efforts seemed entirely juvenile and unpracticed compared to the work he could perform. Unlike the addictive and vulgar sex Celestia and Twilight had gotten, I was ordained worthy of his most affectionate and gentle attention. He and I were equals in the sheets, one dominating the other and then relaxing to allow the same fate to befall them. I rode his narrow human hips just as readily as he pulled my dock and pounded me into the mattress.

We made beautiful and sweet love again and again, position after position and climax after climax. He would never leave me unsatisfied, even if it meant cramming his face between my legs and remaining at that suffocating post until stars sparkled in his vision. Feasting on the sex of a creature markedly larger than a human female (at least in terms of our supple and wide rear-ends) posed certain challenges in maintaining his supply of oxygen. My cheeks would close entirely about his diminutive nose and around his chiseled jaw, sealing him in a realm inhabited only by his mouth and my body. Lip to lip, he had to gasp and sputter and huff my scent just for a chance to take a slight breath. When he lessened his assault on my sodden pussy I tried to help him, believe you me I am not a cruel mistress! But his thirst for equine sex far out paced his physical need for air, for the moment I attempted to push him back he would redouble his zeal and plunge right back into my soaked cunt.

I give Twilight credit for being able to recall anything from her encounter, as much of that morning remains a blur to me. Between spirited penetration, screams of pleasure and my shouting, things blend together in the particulars. How many orgasms detonated inside my body, how many times I suckled the sweet nectar from his loins and how many paintings of mare-gasm splattered across his face fail me, though I know them to be well into the double digits. A dozen perhaps two. I considered it a lucky coincidence that I was not in heat at the time, for Lu had quite the admirable output for a male of any species. His testes must have some kind of deformity that creates such pressure and volume of sperm, as it was the kind of release that would rush down the back of a mare's throat and fill her stomach in an instant. I was heavy with a half gallon of his orgasm by the afternoon, each one of his climaxes like sitting on a river redirected into my poor body. What mattered was that we were together, we were becoming one being made of man and mare. He held me close, he cuddled me tightly and wanted to be within my fold. I wanted to hold him, to kiss him and to guard him jealously from any other mare that might try to snatch him away.

He let me keep my sanity that day. He gave me the very best sex I had ever experienced. As such, it was a difficult thing to break away from. The world had to return to some sense of normalcy however, as is the way of things when the nation relies on your judgment. Once we had napped together, bathed together and made time for more indulgent snacks, we went our separate ways. He had business with the Canterlot Stone Mason’s Guild and I had a nation to run. But we promised one another that this would not be our last time together. I begged as much in his bed, curled up against him and smothering the poor lad beneath my grace. I wanted this to be my nightly escape, my daily dose of relief, my routine. He agreed and promised me that this would be his duty from that day forward, to see to my pleasure. For a time, that was our arrangement. Whenever the need so struck me, or him, we make visitations and then we make ferocious love. I must admit that I landed on his balcony every night for a month, so much so that my chamber maids began to fear I was galivanting off for some stealthy purpose whilst my sphere watched over the land.

But… the trials of royal life are nothing if not constant and nefarious. We were making a reputation among the castle as very good friends at first, then rumors spread as they always did. Mares simply cannot help themselves when something interesting is afoot, even if it means they must entirely manufacture something interesting to talk about. Humans and mares could be friends, why shouldn't they be, after all? I had read the pamphlets and the warnings given to our primate visitors by their governments and employers forbidden "fraternization" with our kind. But this was our land! If tomorrow I decreed it law that all handsome, single human men must be assigned a mare to marry, then it would be so without a single dissenting voice in the Council. Lu walked the fine line constantly with his overseers, always sending letters of his progress and carefully avoiding any mention of friendly activity with myself. Meanwhile, I could not help but describe every hypnotizing detail of our love to my sisters in Royalty, the studious Twilight fixated on the anatomy of us and my recently recovered sister simply absorbing it all with a content smile.

My insistence on nightly meetings made us sloppy, it put him at a fatal sense of ease. In one of his very rare slips of focus, Llewellyn could not help but grab my rear out in the open where others might see. At the time I thought it was nothing more than a brazen invitation to utterly molest him later that evening, which I did. But without us realizing, just the perfect pony happened to be there with their camera to catch that moment. A pony that happened to edit for the Canterlot Courier, a prestigious paper often read by the high society and those that pretended to be of high society.

Normally such a scandal would not get too far in Equestria. Mares mating with humans and the royals having active sex lives were open secrets among anypony that was paying attention. But separated by a dimensional rift and a cultural distrust, we were slow to implement our culture on Earth. We ponies could keep secrets from the governments of Earth, we could claim their men as husbands and fathers to our future children and they would never know. That is, unless somepony confessed and brought that revelation to light. When I saw the article in the morning paper, I did nothing to stop it. I assumed it would be a flash in the pan, some pundits would pretend to be shocked and then they would return to their estates to bed their own human “editors” and “speech writers.” Celestia and I laughed about it. After all, who in Equestria didn’t know how handsome and wonderful human men were for mares? It seemed a fact of life by that point.

But eventually, the wider society of Earth caught wind. Equestrian news moved slowly through the rift, as so few men returned to Earth on a regular basis. But one of them- and may that man burn in Tartarus forever for this treachery- confessed the intimate dealings of men and mares. How business partners in important positions would negotiate during the day and breed passionately during the night. Perfectly honorable men of all levels of education were falling for equine lovers and being accepted readily, some swearing off their own kind forever and electing to be eternal love-sponges for our nation. Llewellyn disappeared from the court without a word, one day. In fact, many humans disappeared from the court in the span of a week. Unbeknownst to me, the communication network of Earth is so far advanced beyond our own that the minor scandal rocketed across human nations faster than any letter could be delivered. Some how, their entire planet was wired together and always carefully listening for the slightest interruption in their work. Dozens had been called back to their headquarters and meeting places for a stern talking to, a chastising for acts that had been perfectly accepted in Equestria but kept secret from their employers.

”How dare you besmirch the name of this company?! Are you sleeping with horses on company dollar?! Do you understand what this will do to our image?! Now the entire world thinks we’re a company of perverts and deviants!” So many shouting matches followed the same script against young men with futures bright as the sun in Equestria. Their hopes, ambitions and dreams dashed against the rocks of reality when their unforgiving and heartless masters cracked their whips. Noblemares, dignitaries, maids and scribes of the capitol cried on every other street corner and every ward of the castle in the absence of their human, their comforting man that had been dropped from the sky obliterated without warning. I too wanted to weep with them, to mourn the mysterious loss of my Darling to the perfidious rumors of ignorant humans.

He was a good man, an exemplary representative among his peers. Even if he had bred multiple mares and been quite open about his attraction to our alien species, surely he of all humans would return to our ranks. How many millions of dollars does must a man handle before he is considered indispensable? How many hours a night must he stay away, typing report after report to catalogue his every move on company dollar? How much favor should he have with the most powerful beings in the nation? My Llewellyn was far too valuable to this entire economy to be discarded simply for his sexual exploits. His employers would slap him on the flank with a warning and return him to my bosom to negotiate more lucrative trade deals. I thought for an entire month that he was due back any day, any hour. And the moment he stepped through the great stone arches of my domain he would be arrested, brought before me and fellated as punishment. Twilight agreed with my assessment, though she also asked if perhaps she could lick his backside one he was within my grasp again. But days passed, then weeks, then months. Some mares got their beloved men back, many did not. Twilight jealously guarded her harem of scientists and engineers by sealing them in her castle of friendship, refusing to let them respond to phone calls from their tyrannical bosses. Celestia traveled to Earth to explain our Nation’s newly acquired reputation of “Man Thieves,” battling ignorance with her political skill and perfected debate skills.

I sought out my man. I hunted him down when his employers refused to tell me where they had stashed him away. Privacy be damned, he was mine. I was within my right as divine ruler of Equestria to claim any stallion within my sight as a protectorate of my authority. No old, rotten toothed, dusty cretin in a suit would keep my prize for themselves just to punish him for his wonderful affection. Many had helped me in this endeavor, spies and cartographers and equine delegates returning from Earth call contributed to my rabid search. So many men were being sought after that Equestria was in a panic of depravity, our trade teal of affectionate sex for cooperation falling through overnight. That quest is what brought me to his home, standing there alone and vulnerable to his righteous anger. Holding that paper, reading and re-reading that damnable headline nearly brought tears to my eyes.

“My Darling… I am so deeply sorry for what has happened to you.” I choked out as I set the roll of paper aside, carefully positioning it where he had placed it before. The stony appearance of his expression did not change, therefore he was unconvinced.

“I do not care. It was my fault for trusting you creatures in the first place.” The monotone quality of his berating was the worst part of it all, as he had deemed me now too treacherous and loathsome to even express his emotions to. I had fallen below the grace of his distaste.

“I will admit, I was fooled at first. I let my guard down and followed my instincts, that much was inexcusable for me. But you and your kind are no better than men. No better than wolves.” I sniffled and cowered under such a heartless accusation. It was simply not true! It was the antithesis of how us ponies felt for men! We had published the story, yes. But we never intended for it to destroy our cherished friends.

“Darling, please! It’s not what you think! I would never allow such horrible things to happen to you if I had but a hint of what it might spiral into!” I stepped forward to grab him, to hold him close and let him feel the physical quality of my love. If words would not work then my wings and legs and heart would pull the weight. He did not flinch, holding his firm and cold position as I fell upon him and squeezed about his hips.

“Get your hooves off me.” He growled simply, but effectively. However much it burned me to tremble away from him and no longer feel the warmth of his being, I had to do it. It was the first in a long series of painful compromises.

“That article cost me my job, my reputation. All of Earth knows what I look like. The entire planet knows what I’ve done with you.” Finally, some weight of emotion dragged on his voice. The exasperated and hopeless bitterness that comes with being entirely, totally defeated. I sat on my haunches and watched him sag under the gravity of reality, unable to move until he commanded me.

“My family denounced me. On television. I’m a ’horse fucker’ so far as they’re concerned. Far as the entire Earth is concerned. And you think some whimpering apology will mend all wounds?” I swallowed dryly and shivered under his authority. Never in my life had I ever felt that small, that defenseless. I had been banished for several lifetimes to the frigid and barren moon, but even then the cold was not so punishing and raw.

“I am… I am prepared to do whatever it takes to right this wrong. Your kind have suffered dearly because of our mistake… our lust. Never has malice crossed this heart. And I speak for all of Equestria’s mares confidently when I say the same sentiment applies to them. Darling, you know better than any human how we love you.” Pleading, lowering myself before him and opening myself for his retort was the only way. Llewellyn would not trust anything that approached with the same defensive and aloof tactics he used. I had to allow him to whip me, to beat me, to shout me down until I was nothing but tears and quivers on the floor. Only then, by a tiny chance, might I earn him back. We could save the reputation of humans in Equestria. We Royals and our nation will not give up something so wonderful and unique without a bloody fight. Before the army could be drafted, before our tactics decided and before our morale could be boosted, I needed this victory. The single objective that would give me the strength to see it through. All that rested on Llewellyn. It all came down to whether or not he would see fit to come into my good graces again. I could shelter him, keep him safe and employed. He would need no worries about reputation or the like in the castle, among his own kind and among the creatures that lusted after him so fervently.

He stood there, judging and prying at me for the slightest hint of inauthentic purpose. Under those glacial eyes and alone in this suffocating room, there was hardly a sensation that compared to the crushing angst of waiting for his reply. My Darling sighed and uncrossed his arms finally, letting his posture relax somewhat. The stare changed then, it morphed into something I had never seen before. Immediately the transition brought him from leering indifference to swirling thought and then to an altogether more sinister expression. Something truly devious and wretched waited behind those eyes that I would have to suffer through. I cowered and lowered my head, showing my submission to this greater creature.

“You have an addiction, Princess. You and all your kind. You understand that, don’t you?” He asked with a new weight and purpose behind his voice that sent shockwaves of fear through me. This was not the kind or even the apathetic Lu that I had come to love and mate with. No, this was a different man. This was a man that only wanted to cause mayhem for his own amusement.

“So many mares and so few men to go around… one taste and you’re hooked for life. It’s pathetic.” I swallowed dryly but trembled in anticipation as he came forward. His mass hulked over me like a great, divine building before a tiny commoner. I was awash with conflicting emotions, some wishing vehemently for his touch and some shouting for me to flee. His groin came closer and closer to my snout, my posture making them both level with one another as if they were equals. But I was no equal at that moment. He stepped forward and I let him grind his masculinity across my face like I was some common whore.

“Hmmmnn~...” I tried to keep my voice down, I tried not to instantly huff his familiar scent like the addict he accused my ponies of being. But there was no way to escaping it. The futility of trying to keep the musk of a strong, handsome human out of my nose became apparent when the rush of relief swept over my body at the first taste. My eyes rolled about in my skull, stupefied by the intoxicating and delicious flavor of such alien sex. He smelled just as I remembered him, domineering and powerful and aggressive. Especially for a herding species, such a fiercely predatory aroma injects fear and respect into the heart.

“I know you wouldn’t give up satisfaction like this. No junkie gives up their fix.” He pressed against my snout, dragging the heft of his testes up my face and resting it against my eyes. Biting my lip was all I could do to keep my mouth from opening wide and clamping onto his concealed gonads and suckling all the flavor I could from them. The humiliation of being made to submit myself in such a debased manner whirled about in my mind, mixing and churning all the other emotions and sensations within until it all became one bitter, sludgy and delicious cocktail. He owned me, he could hurt me, mock me, degrade me all he wanted and I would simply beg for more. He made my addiction so pleasurable that I’d sooner give up my power than miss becoming a coaster for his balls.

“But you slipped up. You cost me everything letting that article get out. A lot of good men are out of their jobs because of you ponies. A lot of them can’t go home because of what you’ve done.” I whimpered in response, agreeing that indeed we had been bad and needed to repay our debts. My mind was racing to the very bottom of sanity and self-respect, as the deeper I could go the more insane it felt. The less connected to reality, the less control I had, the more fire built in my loins. He pulled back just enough to see my eyes from beneath his sex, confirming that he was the one in control and I was just a body for him to manipulate.

“Yes… yes~ I’m so sorry… I will do any- MMPH~! Anything to apologize…” I huffed into his groin, licking shamelessly at his bulge and shivering as its weight pressed on my tongue.

“Good… because I have some conditions.” Lu grabbed tightly to my horn and jerked me away from his body, the grip suddenly forced upon me more powerful and aggressive than anything he had done before. I was forced to go without the warmth of his body, to suffer the cold of being isolated from his most comforting part. I was forced to pay full attention to his demands.

“You and your horny sisters will put out a retraction. First thing tomorrow. You will state categorically and clearly that everything stated in that article is a lie and that picture is doctored. You will issue an apology to all those that lost their jobs because of it and offer immediate citizenship.” I nodded dumbly, hardly passing the words through my mind whilst my eyes danced between his face and his now spit-soaked crotch.

“And… I have a demand for you in particular, Princess.” I nodded again, holding my tongue out and begging for something large and phallic to drag across it. Anything that might siphon off this boiling heat building in my soul.

“Y- yes, yes! Anything, Darling! Anything for you~!” I babbled and felt his grip lessen, his posture slacken somewhat. He knelt down to address me more directly, a glint of utter depravity sparkling in his eye.

“I want you to suffer just a fraction of the humiliation that was forced on me. I want you to feel how I felt when that piece of shit rag landed in my Boss' office.” Never in my life have I felt so fearful. That this creature bereft of magic, political influence or ancient powers could put the fear of the divine so starkly into my heart was nothing short of absurd. Had it been anypony else that had come and gone in my life, this would not stand for even a moment. I would never take orders barked at me and assumed to be followed.

But kneeling there, the musky film of his cock still clinging to my face and the shadow of his body cast over me, I was helpless. I was not Princess Luna any longer, just a silly mare that was hopelessly enamored with this masculine monster of a man. It terrified me to think what might happen next, but that terror translated into a sopping wet wink from my vagina that squished against the punishing floorboards of his home.

“And if you back out? Then we’re through. I'll have nothing to do with you or this land for so long as I live.” His words cut me deeper than steel ever could, my gritting teeth and hurried gasp showing the pain he could so easily cause.

“Tell me you understand… and we can start.”

“YES!” I shouted the moment the last consonant left his lips, hopping onto my hooves and leaving a slick spot on the floor. He grimaced at the mess I was making, but something told me he was more than prepared to handle it. My unique scent was filling his house and overpowering the sanitized lemon scent quite quickly, a smoky scent of the moon's dust and feminine sweetness that likewise made him aroused and bothered and eager to breed. Watching his masculinity grow against the inside of his shorts sucked the sense out of my brain and forced my eyes to hyper-fixate onto the tent of cotton. He lusted for me just as he always had. If I could not escape the pull of his sex, Llewellyn certainly couldn’t escape from mine. However much he wanted to throw his authority about, it was ultimately a reciprocal dynamic he depended on. I wanted to submit, to make amends and to be his lesser, but in recollection I found there was no real need to. A proper mare and stallion would’ve worked something out diplomatically and professionally. But somehow both he and I knew that kind of arrangement wouldn’t suit us. No, no, it simply had to be this macabre battle. I needed him to dominate me and he needed a mare to love him, it was that simple. Without this sick hierarchy, what would we be besides the dry and sterile business partners his employers expected?

However heated his words, his actions always remained precise and carefully managed. Lu made me stand off to the side as he retrieved a plastic crate from a closet and moved furniture away from the center of the room, leaving an area large enough for an alicorn to splay her wings comfortably. I watched with bated breath and trembling sex as removed a folded tarp of clear plastic and laid out a generous layer across his waxed floor, weighing each corner down with a simple paper weight so it wouldn’t be disturbed. His hands shook as he neurotically flattened out the clean and clear surface bit by bit, an expectant gaze then thrown to me.

“Come. Stand here.” He grunted, pointing me toward the center of the plastic. A dry mound formed in my throat as I moved there, standing naked without regalia or decency. I caught him staring at my lips, the winking and pulsing fold of dark blue flesh giving way to shiny purple. He always loved when I did that, though I think all humans would admit to that same adoration for a heated mare. It distracted him for a moment, enough for me to spread my legs and invite him to parlay.

“I am… prepared for you. However you wish to use me.” I hummed and braced for a brutal, harsh breeding that would clear my name of wrongdoing. It would be a punitive mating for sure, but one so satisfying when it was all over. Something about being beaten down for my actions made copious tears of desire fall from my backside, the heat of which brought a thin film of sweat to my already moist rear. Lu huffed the scent deeply and cracked a sinister smile.

“Ooooh no. That’s close but not quite the right idea, Princess.” Confused, I tossed my gaze back to him as he wandered about my backside, carefully touching the tips of his fingers to my warm vagina.

“Ooh~! Aah~!” I bucked and pinched my thighs together at the maddening and slight sensation, like the prick of a pin against my sensitive flesh.

“Maybe if you had only slightly offended me, that would be a fitting punishment. But I’m not here to reward you for bad behavior.” My tail whipped about side to side, trying to grab his attention so he might touch me again. But he continued to move along, kneeling down beside his tote of diabolical tools. I wanted to look, but from that angle it was difficult to maintain his demanded stance at the same time. I figured whatever pain might be coming my way would be best uncontested and unexpected, so I fought to keep my eyes respectfully forward and toward his front door.

“No, no… you remember what you said to me before? ‘Make good on your reputation?’ I think it was something like that.” I shuttered when the clink of metal, chains and leather buckles knocking together hit my ears. The depths of sexual depravity some could reach was an alien world to me, as I had never really been so driven to explore carnal pleasure like that. Celestia might have had a better idea of what to expect, but I was hopelessly ignorant when he crouched by my side and started strapping things to my legs.

“Well… I have a different reputation on Earth. You didn’t know that, did you?” I wanted to speak, but the sudden stiffness in my limbs stopped up any ability to do so. He buckled bars to each of my legs, securing left to right such that I couldn’t close them any further than a shameless, lewd split. My front legs he bound together instead, a chain connecting to thick leather straps even a knife would struggle to saw through. My balance was compromised, all the strength leaving my body and delivering it to my gripping sex.

“You already know this, but I prefer you ponies over humans. Human women are good for what they are, but I never could really empathize with my own kind.” He spoke as if describing a casual story, something funny that happened years before we met. The weight of his perverted actions did not hang on his voice, not even as he shimmied blinders onto my face. The opaque shields of black leather fixed tightly on either side of my head, the straps squeezing across my skull like a grip of authority. My world became even smaller, my sight discarded for pure adrenaline-fueled sensation.

“I’ve never done this to a pony. I always considered it far too cruel for a species so soft and amiable… but I guess that was a stupid assumption on my part.” Another brace fixed about my barrel right above the hips, a firm belt with a shiny lanyard of brass on top. Stepping in front of me, looking into my eyes as I panted and whined and whimpered in need, Llewellyn held in his hands a simple collar, the brass tag polished to a mirror finish and the leather so black it rivaled the endless space that housed my stars.

“This is the final call, Luna.” He growled with absolute sincerity, as if reading me my own death warrant.

“This here means no escape. No refusing. No resistance. If you have any hesitation? Spit it out. Or I will break you.” I stared at him, then the collar, then back to him in a flurry of furious motion. I could not keep my breath steady, let alone my body. The pressures exerted by his wretched leather devices was goading me to submit, to lean down and spread myself for him. I was being subjugated into a perverted bondage from which only he could help me escape from. I might be able to magic off the binds, vaporize the chains and fly away whenever I wanted, but that was exactly the problem. Seeing that collar, knowing it was the final mark of authority, realizing that the moment he put it on me I was no longer a mare but an object, I could never make myself escape. I wanted to be right here, beneath him and enslaved.

“Luna? Wake up in there.” He insisted firmly, patting my cheek to revive my attention.

“I’m not gonna wait all night. Put that mouth to good use and speak.” The pride that came with ruling a nation, with being a goddess, with being a self-sufficient mare melted away. Instead, I wanted the pride of being owned.

“I am… I am yours.” I confessed, helplessly looking to him for guidance.

“Whatever it takes for you to love me again, Llewellyn. I will do it gladly for you.” My Darling chewed on the words for a moment before reaching across my shoulders and securing the collar. It snugged about my long neck but didn’t squeeze it uncomfortably, a constant reminder of his presence.

“That’s a good girl… you’re making progress.” I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him to show me that I was good, not just say it. But instead he stood again and made his way about my stiffened body, pulling my neck back by the collar until it gagged me.

“Don't get all righteous yet. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.” I gasped when the pressure let up, but a force still bound my neck upwards and straight. He had secured a leash from my throat to my back, preventing me from lowering my head in denial of what I deserved.

“There we go… that’s a pretty pony, right there.” Llewellyn said with audible satisfaction in his voice. I heard the shuffle of clothing dropping off his body, padding bare feet against the floor and the tap of fingers against glass. Before me he strutted some paces away, naked as the day he was born and holding that infernal phone in his hands.

“I’m sure you remember what this is, right?” He asked dismissively, fiddling with the featureless plate of glass.

“Wha-... what is it?” I asked in fear, unsure exactly what that horrible thing was doing.

“A contingency.” He said darkly, pointing it toward me with some flashing red light blipping on and off.

“Should that rag publish another inflammatory article? Or anyone else for that matter? I will release the footage.” He said darkly, standing there with his cock hanging free and throbbing with half-hardened stiffness swaying in the cool room. I could’ve been more concerned about this, but with his masculinity so tantalizing close to my mouth once again I couldn’t say much. My mouth watered so severely for his taste that I couldn’t get the words out.

“Every human alive will know within twenty-four hours how depraved you are. Every creature from Fillydelphia to Johannesburg will know that mares can’t keep their hands to themselves the moment some stud walks in the room. And every pony in Equestria will get to see their Princess spread eagle and dripping like a shameless slut.” My heart burned at the prospect of such a damning piece of evidence being gathered, but the prospect once again failed to motivate me toward action. The sensation of being watched, of having prying and judgmental eyes only heightened the sheer thrill of being so helpless, so vulnerable. I was surrounded by predators in a room with just one man and his phone, totally willing to debase myself for him if it meant one more moment of his love violating me. It stole the tenor and the strength from my voice just to rapidly replace it with the helpless mumble of a mare completely whipped into her proper place.

“L- Lu… I don’t… I don’t think-” Whipping about and focusing on my face, his mechanical eye put all the weight on me to continue. He shoved a submissive and silly mare into the forefront and demanded she continue speaking, as if she really had something to say.

“Do go on, please. Humor me.” My Master hissed, lording over me so mightily that I could only think of feelings, not words. The feeling of his body inside mine, the feeling of being trapped in this compromising position, the feeling of being lesser than dirt. I fought my mouth closed and averted my eyes obediently to the floor.

“N- nothing… I spoke out of turn.” I whimpered as another healthy bead of excitement fell from my bulging, bright clitoris and slapped against the plastic. The psychology and the dynamic of feeling arousal under some other creature’s hateful eye is a mystery to me as of yet, but one of these days I hope to commission a study about it. To shed light on why I felt so hot and bothered when restrained and abused would please me greatly.

“That’s a good pony. You learn fast.” Lu patted my head and showed me the first bit of kindness since I had arrived. I accepted it graciously and lowered to the floor for him, touching my chest to the plastic and struggling to hold my balance. With how my spine curved and my legs refused to move it felt quite unnatural and stiff, but the pleased thump of his hardening manhood against flank signaled that I was doing well.

“I wish to… please, Master.” I mumbled defeatedly, blushing so profusely my eyes burned from the heat of my cheeks.

“’Master? Aaw, isn’t that just precious?” Lewellyn moved to my backside and doubtlessly captured my profane display of lust. How my dark lips flexed and winked at him gracelessly, begging in the most carnal and natural way a mare could for a hard, long dick. I could feel his presence near my vagina, the heat radiating off it bouncing from his face right back into me to double the intensity. The slightest currents of air rubbed across my lips like sandpaper, his deep and quiet sniffs of a mare that he so perversely desired. In my silly mind I had hoped he might fall back on instinct in that moment and jam his face into my buttocks again. Just to feel him huffing my scent and tasting my flavors like a depraved addict again, for one moment, how it thrills me even now.

Though we had never done any act involving my rear, I mentally prepared myself for an inevitable intrusion. Should his reputation be worth anything- and I knew it to be so- then having my guts rearranged and stirred about him was going to happen tonight. I could count on my virgin pucker being sniffed, licked, stretched and bred tonight one way or another. He would satisfy himself and punish me with the discomfort, one that was so alien to my thoughts I couldn’t even prepare for it. Thoughts had crossed my mind from time to time of plunging something into that hole, but I never had the drive to be so lewd and filthy with my sex. Celestia had spoken highly of it for hundreds of years, but the physiology of it always prohibited further exploration on my part. Most stallions showed no interest in that grippy, wide and bulging ring of muscle anyway. Why would they? There was no benefit to breeding it and surely it would be quite dirty. But to my surprise there was a system to it all, a measured method of preparing a mare and her bowels for a hard and spirited dicking the likes of which could match an experienced marehood.

All this in mind, the several passing seconds where nothing happened hammered on my senses all the harder. I stood there spread wide and waiting for something, waiting for an intrusion. I waited for something I couldn’t describe or defend against, the anticipation cutting so much deeper than any perversion could. My hips swayed side to side in an involuntary invitation, begging him to just throw off the constraints of decency and take me. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest as he fiddled with this and that, probably setting up his camera with an advantageous angle for capturing my foul display. Staying silent grew harder with each tick of my heart, each second more severe than the last. How he owned me! How even Llewellyn’s inaction drove me to hunger him! Finally I felt the slightest brush of pressure between my legs. A dragging press of something smooth, firm but quite fleshy against my body. Every nerve screamed in preparation and locked my muscles into place so stiffly they quivered and twitched. I could not resist letting out a small-

“Oh! Haaaahn~...” As the thing dragged up from my inner thigh, between my teats and stopped right against my peeking nub. Winking scrubbed my sensitive singularity against this thing, making it drill my brain with sensations of sex and satisfaction so miniscule it was maddening.

“So sensitive… You haven’t had a single orgasm since we last spoke, have you?” Lu asked me that from a strange angle, considering that I imagined his penis was what pressured me so. He sounded off to the side, out of the way for his camera to view. My ears were perhaps ringing so badly with excitement that I misheard, so I discarded the thought in preference of the overwhelming tide washing over my lips.

“N- no! No, Master~! Unnnh~! P- please stick-!!!” I stopped myself before daring to command him. In this dynamic I had no choices, I had no preferences. I was the flesh and not the mare, the body waiting to be fucked and bred regardless of whatever else I thought about it.

“Poor little Lulu… if you’re pent up that’s okay. We all get excited on occasion.” He chided me and mocked me with his tone, but Gods above did I love it so. His voice was the hammer smashing my formless body into shape one pounding syllable at a time.

“You just have to ask nicely… go on. Ask me.” He slid something firm and rounded right against the opening of my canal, the very precipice between inside and outside. The body could only react so violently before it ran out of potential energy, channeling the excess through my horn in a flash of blue sparks.

“AH~! Ooooh Gods! Yes, yes, yes! Right there, please~!” The depths a mare will fall when she is deprived of dick…

“Please what? I know you can do better than that.” He hummed with the tiniest thrust against my hole, stretching me just that little bit and applying punishing pressure. My walls ached for something to pry them open, my nerves shrieked for the warm and releasing girth of a man’s cock to comfort them. My womb begged for a volley of fertility that would put it to good use. If I could close my legs against the bracer between them, I would have slammed shut to try and protect myself. But restrained like this, forced into a position where I could only beg for his mercy, I was helpless in body and spirit alike.

“Nnf! P- Please, please Master! Please stick it in! Put it inside me and pound until there’s nothing left! I am yours! I want to be used! Just please fuck me how you used to!” The words came out as if I was on the brink of tears, yet we haven’t even started. Lu chewed on my request for a moment, letting it hang in agony for what must’ve been a second that felt like eons. Finally, with one smooth effort, I felt girth inside me.

“OooaaaAAAUGH~!!! OOH YES~! MMPH, f- fuck me~!!!” The neighbors certainly heard the familiar voice of the royals rattling their timbers. I would confidently wager half of the East End heard that. The rush of being filled, of being made whole again distracted me for a few seconds of absolutely fiery bliss. How my body moved and jerked to accommodate this mass that drilled straight through my delicate flower. How shamelessly it pressed out the now pressurized excitement within until it squirt rudely and soaked whatever was behind it. I heard the rain slap onto the plastic below, a half cup of my own nectar steaming in the lights of his apartment and filling the room with the scent of cordite and rose pedals.

But, as if this too was punishment, the girth plunged to its base and stopped dead. My insides wrapped tightly about it and vacuum gripped the entire shaft to study its shape and feel. This was no human penis, not even a pony one. This was some manufactured shape trying to mimic the natural curvature, veins and throb of a penis, but it was not one. I immediately felt cheated, for this dead thing simply crashed against my cervix and then stayed there motionless as a stone. Was my Master depriving me of his most wonderful part? Was he honestly punishing me so profoundly that he wouldn’t even dirty his cock with my juices any more? He could detect my confusion, the simultaneous rip of tape ricocheting off the otherwise fleshy and soft noises of a mare’s love being stretched and worked.

“Still tight as a drum… Lulu you really aim to please.” He sneered and pulled a long piece of tape from a roll he kept stored in the tote, biting off a section that glistened with an unusually colored adhesive.

“Hmm~ Hnng, tha- that isn’t- MMH~! You?” I croaked with my face dripping sweat and desperately trying to find him as he crept about my rear. Were it not for that wonderful collar pulling at my throat, crushing my windpipe if I dared look anywhere else but straight ahead, I could perhaps get some perspective of what was happening to me.

“No, no… that wouldn’t be a punishment, would it? If I fucked you into a brainless little moron and filled you up with hot cum, that would be a reward. That’s what you want.” He applied the tape across the base of this unnatural thing, sealing it in place plugged in my quivering and sopping sex. The strip pulled at my fur uncomfortably, but I couldn’t protest it. I still had some ten inches of penis-shaped material marinating and grinding about in my vagina, after all.

“But what you want isn’t important… what is important is that you feel how I felt. That you feel as low, dirty and used up as I did.” The idea of him ever feeling so downtrodden and beaten scored my heart worse than a blade could, another fighting and conflicting emotion piled onto the heap mounting in my belly. His words made me jerk and wiggle in my constraints so that I might embrace him, bury him in my body so nothing so negative could ever hurt him again. But by his own design I was denied that right. It was best that I stayed still and let my Master work it out for himself.

“Yes… yes Master. I’m so sorry!” I whined when he disappeared from view again, probably preparing some other horrible device.

“I'll be the judge of that. Now stay still, that little clit of yours is hard to pin down.” More tape ripping, more shuffling with plastic knocking against plastic rising from his tote. It seemed that all this equipment could never fit into such a small container, but knowing my Llewellyn he had it organized so carefully that there was not a millimeter of space between each item. Something perfectly rounded and smooth was taped to my winking bud as well, something that was sucked in when my wink retracted and pushed out when I flexed again. The shape made it difficult to be stimulated by it, as there was almost no friction between it and my flesh. I regardless stayed silent, waiting for the next implement of torment. But when it came I must admit that I was not prepared.

“EEK! Ow- ow! Oh, Moon above! What is that?!” I squealed when pinching forces latched onto each nipple of my teats, squeezing with rubber fingers tight enough that I could never shake them off. The strange tinkle of a steel chain dangled between them, the line carrying a small weight so I couldn’t adjust to the sensation. The slightest move made it sway back and forth, back and forth like the pendulum to some demonic clock. Each direction pulled at my delicate and nerve-heavy teats, stroking them and punishing them with a brutal force equal parts excitement and agony. I had never felt this before, not even when my pregnancies made them swollen and raw to the touch.

“Oh hush. It's just a little nip.” Lu hummed more than chided me, his voice filled with satisfaction when he gave the chain a slight tug. The force pulled my breasts from my body until they were rounded pyramids of dark blue flesh, the force slamming violently into my mind like a cannonball through brick.

“Ah! EEEEYAAH! I- it hurts, Master!” I whined and tried to perhaps dissuade him from touching the delicate things any further. If it had been genuine and severe pain he might’ve stopped, for I knew my Llewellyn would never actively harm me. But I betrayed myself when a fat tear of nectar burst from my raging vagina, a water spout that indicated just how much my conflicted nerves loved the punishment. Lu simply let the clamps be for now, their gently swaying motion back and forth rocking my mind into a unstable madness.

“Mmph! Mmmh! It- Hnnng! Gods above!” I could not even form a sentence as his work progressed, only a single spot left on my rear that could earn his attention. He paused for longer than I expected, grinding his efficient work to a halt when his open palm rested on my shapely buttock. For reasons I still can’t quite explain, I hoped he would simply keep applying clamps to every delicate part of me rather than attack my hole. At least clamps could be tolerated and understood.

“For goodness’ sake, Lulu. You want all of Canterlot to know you’re a shameless toy already? Show some decorum and control yourself.” He berated me when I was so helpless, but goodness it was true. I needed to show some control, I needed to keep myself quiet enough not to wake the nation and risk starting this horrible cycle again! How could a mare silence herself when things like this were happening to her? I had been stabbed with spears in times of war that drew less reaction from me. Llewellyn naturally had an answer for that, slinking about my shoulder and looping another device about my head.

“Here. If you want to moan and scream like a whore, you might as well dress like one.” A bulbous lump of rubber slid between my teeth invasively, stopping up any further noises I wished to make. Leather bands and brass rings wrapped about my skull and latched around it, forcing this wretched ball so far into my mouth that I could no longer close it. My tongue could just barely slither beneath it, a sudden inability to work my own snout forcing spittle to pool and dribble freely from my maw.

“Hnnnng… hhlm~!” I whined as it was made secure and snug, further cementing me as a nothing before my Master. I didn’t even have the privilege of words, no desire for my voice in this melee of torment and unbelievable pleasure. Some poisonous mix this was, blending horrible discomfort with the most perverted pleasure a body could feel. Was this what Celestia practiced when she grew tired of sex? How could any pony or human or creature dream of subjecting a mare to this? Lu moved back from my immediate sight, disappearing and pounding me with his stare. That camera of his must have captured quite the compelling scene, my body shivering and tense in anticipation of what awful, wonderful feeling would slam down upon it like a tidal wave.

“It’s such a shame… There's so much drivel in human circles about royal asses. I don’t think there’s a debate in all of human history that’s more dull-witted and repetitive.” I listened carefully and swallowed to silence any noise that would interrupt him, for surely that would earn me another pull on the chain swinging from my mammaries. His warm and soft hand reminded me what this was all about, what all this pain and corrupted pleasure was in service of. I am not ashamed to admit that profound relief poured through me when he rubbed wide and gentle circles across my buttocks, massaging me down now with both his lovely hands. All ten fingers once again were kneading my firm cheeks, squeezing them together and spreading them to make every last bit of my feminine shape move and jiggle for his amusement. In reflex I curved my back just that little bit more for him and flexed the leather bonds restraining me.

“I swear those damned idiots could bicker about it all day if I let them. Whose is biggest, whose is softest, whose is the most desirable? Their ideals for a good behind are so constrained and simple minded. They couldn’t judge the ass of a hospice patient worth a damn.” He stopped with a particularly gentle spread, just enough to separate my cheeks from the bud of my anus. It winked and gripped at him involuntarily, churning and suckling when my vagina was so crammed full and made to simply hold this diabolical contraption lodged inside me. I could feel him staring at it and considering his luck in securing such a sought-after behind. It filled me with satisfaction how he molested me, how he treated my behind as a toy that deserved to be played with until broken apart and hanging open. Flashes of Celestia’s fate came to my mind, her broken body left in a perpetual state of flux between orgasm and unconsciousness. Closing my eyes, I waited for him to savage me.

“Any man that insists your rump is below Celestia’s? They have no idea what they’re talking about. Every man that doubted this fine ass deserves to never feel a mare’s touch again.” If my blush were as hot as it felt, my face would’ve burst into flames. I did not expect this manner of praise from him, not tonight.

“Their obsession with size is laughable. They think simply because it’s so wide that it must surpass you in every way. They hardly consider the shape, the weight, the tension and the feel.” His voice shuddered near the end as he felt the silky satin of my cheeks tremble against his hands, the energy he poured into my muscles stimulating my muscles to clench and relax. My chamber maid, Rose, had taught me of this move. Popularized on Earth and imported to Equestria early in the humans’ diplomatic missions. Simply shaking one’s backside as violently as they could until their cheeks beat against one another with a rhythmic clapping apparently drove human males wild. And though I was too exhausted and restrained to do it properly, I felt his grip tighten until it nearly bruised my flesh.

“I quite like to pop a black cherry… and if you were telling the truth about this backside of yours, I know you'll always remember this.” Though I had never heard that expression I could estimate exactly what he meant. Fumbling and rummaging produced the true implements of torment for the night. His warmth came close to my buttocks, shrouding me with submissive energy that came in fearful quivers. We had never done anal before this, it simply hadn’t come into the question. He certainly had licked me there on occasion, that much was impossible not to do when I was so insistent on feeling his face spreading the lips of my love and slobbering on my delicate insides. But penetration had yet to occur, I did not think myself ready for what it might provide. Somehow I had gone over a thousand years never being penetrated there, hardly ever giving it a thought. But when the tip of his handsome and long dick pressed against my pucker, warming my soft flesh and electrocuting my mind with sudden terror, I somehow knew it would become a staple of every orgasm from this period forward.

“RRF?! MMH!” I yelped into my gag and forced out another fat glob of spittle that fell to the plastic below, joining the other blistering fluids that beaded up and mingled together into a filthy, delicious soup between feet and hooves. A syrupy and cool wetness dripped onto my puckered hole and quickly grew hot with our bodies so close. Lu moved and swirled his penis about to mix in the ultra-slick and strange feeling brew, its unusual composition numbing my backside somewhat. A very subtle dulling of the senses, perhaps just enough to bring pleasure instead of virginal pain.

“I want you to remember me- if nothing else- as the man that took this hole. This sweet, delicious, unsullied hole belongs to me… you understand?”

“Llk-... oomph~...” Stupefied by the feel of his cock, begging for it just to move a little more and play with my fleshy opening, I honestly forgot that I was unable to speak. My mind had been made so stupid and useless that short-term memory ceased to function. The very best I could do was live in the moment, the instant second to second satisfaction of being fucked, of being abused and degraded into nothing more than a sentient toy.

“Nod, Lulu. Use your head.” He huffed with a pleased and amused tone to his voice, grinding his hips against me in the most perverted and demeaning manner he could. Llewellyn treated my body as his property, forcing himself against my hips so I could feel his weight and strength against me. He thrust against me and slid his penis up against my hole, blasting me with brutal sensations as the inanimate phallus inside me already jostled in the melee.

“MMNH~! Rrrrph~!” I remember those noises I made, for they were absolutely humiliating. To take the voice from a mare and then demand she answer you was nothing short of insane. Lu simply loved to have authority over me, to dictate when I could speak, when I could move and when he would pump my body full of his warm and churning seed. Stars sparkled in my vision before I could finally force myself to respond with a weak nod.

“Goooood pony… get ready. You’re gonna feel just a little pressure~.” Before he pressed forward and breached my musky barrier, before he ordained me with the grace of penetration and pleasing his cock with my virgin hole, Llewellyn dealt one more devastating blow. I heard the tiniest click from a plastic button, something petite and fragile in strong hands. I thought perhaps something fell off a shelf for a moment before the thing within my canal came to life.

“Vrrrrrrrrrrrr-”

“MMMHN~!!! RRRRRMMH~!!!” Immediately there was a shattering movement inside me. My depths were battered by the oscillating buzz of this device. It jittered and pulled at my walls, simultaneously pistoning its uppermost third back and forth on some kind of reciprocating mechanism housed inside. Jerking with a cheap and certainly very sloppily constructed mechanism only made it more punishing, more pleasurable and more shocking. Suddenly my vagina was buzzing and vibrating and being bred by this implement. How it forced itself in and out pressing against the shockingly stalwart tape securing in place. Worse still, the strange device secured to my still winking and now very wet clit followed the fake cock’s example. It danced with a shaking and violent motion, buzzing terrifically and stimulating my body like no living creature ever had. The duofold vibrators forced my eyes open, they forced my wings to splay outwards and demonstrate my shameless lust. Though not the same pleasure as a real cock of flesh and blood throbbing and living within me, it was certainly a very stimulating and mechanical ecstasy that I was forced to get used to. Lu had to grab my tail by the dock for any kind of stability, huffing the sweet and savory scent of a heated mare utterly losing her mind.

“That’s it. Get nice and wet, Lulu. Make a mess like the brainless toy you really are. I want the whole world to see how wet you get for toys crammed in your pussy.” I squealed into my gag and flexed about trying to break free. I wanted to eject these horrible things, but Gods above did they feel so good. It was a forced pleasure, one that couldn’t be controlled or modulated for comfort. Just like everything else tonight, it was a forced sensation for his approval, not mine. He dragged his penis across my stretched vagina, soaking it in the slick and sublime nectar of a divine mare. Finally lubricated with his preferred mixture of synthetic and natural materials, he made his move. Llewellyn pressed to my pucker and aggressively sank himself inside me, doubtlessly fighting to keep his own guttural moan of pleasure subdued.

“Rrrrgh~... b- beautiful…” Attuned to the sound of his voice as I was, I could just barely make out that hiss of his astonishment over the chaos ringing in my brain. I was suddenly full beyond comparison, stuffed in both holes and weighed down by at least twenty pounds of sundry gear. My eyes stayed pinned open as he eased his cock inside my clenching and panicking pucker, morphing the otherwise tight and rounded mound of muscle into a ring perfectly molded around his flesh. Logic and reason were the first things destroyed by his intrusion, a sudden rush of weight and fire inside me spreading all the way from my rear to my front. I knew for a fact that his cock had not speared me all the way through, that his head was not sitting in the pit of my stomach and pounding my guts like a hammer.

But that is truly how it felt when unloved and virginal guts warped around his presence. I could feel each fiber working to accommodate him, my bowels stretching about his cock and clamping down with a flabbergasted shock. I could not move, for my spine had been turned into a ram rod so stiff and straight it could only match the contour of his sliding and pumping cock. In truth he was only half way inside, four inches or so of human masculinity stirring my hole into a frenzy that rocketed discomfort and pleasure together through my veins. Holding my butt on either side, stroking it and kneading it whilst I was mechanically fucked and organically fucked at the same time, Llewellyn turned me into a breathless, gasping, drooling idiot filled to the brim. His mass and the toy’s mass met together inside me, separated by a thin layer that let both aspects of their filthy pleasure mingle in my guts.

“Ah… I waited for this.” He grunted and pressed further on and brought lightning to my stomach. If I had the experience I could’ve relaxed and tried to think of something else. My mind could try and ignore the fact that my handsome Llewellyn, my strong human Master, my sexy and beautiful human was burying himself in my butthole. I could push away the feel of his throbs stretching my insides, pressing against my nerves and squirting his excitement directly into my raw guts. I could ignore the utter pleasure and fulfillment that wash over me as his heartbeat pulsed in time with mine trapped with my bowels. I could have, but I did not. I was subjected to each little tick of pain and pleasure combined as he found his stride and thrusted into me.

“RNNM- MMPH- RRRLK~!!!” The gag silenced the embarrassing and humiliating things I might say, the digital audience recording pumping human hips smashing into a royal ass. Each time he pressed into me I was made a thousand pounds heavier, then he would rip himself out and leave me starved for him. Back and forth I was made to bounce and shudder and tremble under his assault, so much stimulation all at once that I couldn’t comprehend it all. The world was no longer about one cock sliding in one delicate pussy, it was about savagery. Assaulting me and pressing me down and overwhelming my every sense with whatever under-handed means available to him. Llewellyn’s pure and sweet and considerate love was thrown away when he shoved himself to his base and forced all eight inches of his throbbing, sloppy and stiff cock inside me. The fire burst through my ring and spread into the muscles of my rear legs, nearly cutting my tendons and disabling me forever. The pain was internal like being kicked in the stomach, but the stretch of my muscles and force against my guts was so akin to vaginal that I could ignore it. The discomfort could be overwhelmed when I remembered my duty to Master Llewellyn.

“Rrrgh! Y- you nasty little equine~! You’ve been saving this for me, haven’t you?” I whined in response and squeaked when he beat his hips against mine. His length was such that I worried it would burst from the back of my throat, as even a relatively minor intrusion felt like an insane mass to a virgin like myself. I was so enthralled with trying to adjust, trying to find some delight in this act that I couldn’t answer with more than noises, not that my gag would really let anything too complicated pass through anyway.

“A hole this tight- nnf~! This soft and warm~ No one gets like this without a little training~.” The idea was preposterous but I was in no position to deny him. I was simply trying to parse out where the fire in my loins ended and the orgasm perhaps began.

“How would Equestria react to that? Knowing that their Princess spends her nights stretching her ass for big human dicks? That she loves getting railed in her ass so much she practices~? I would love to see the look on their faces when they see this pretty little hole gaping and dripping human spunk~.” The flashes of imagination struck like lightning on a dark and cold night. Stimulated and made to dream these perverted scenes by his demanding words, I was taken exactly to the state of mind he demanded.

The thought of spreading for all of Canterlot, for all of Equestria and showing the entire world my shameful indulgence floored me. The thousands of eyes watching as my divine flesh was toyed with and battered and molested by this domineering human. The judgemental glowers and hushed whispers and denied lust as his cock pistoned in and out of my gushing butthole, violating the entire nation and destroying my honor all at once. The burning worm of humiliation working through my heart, the anticipation of absolute destitution lurched through my muscles and caused a most unbecoming orgasm to rattle my being.

”Yes! Show everyone! Show the entire nation what a loose and dishonorable mare I am for human cock! I am loyal only to the pleasure you bring me, Master! I am thoughtless before you! I am only worth the release that my lesser figure brings your glory!” My thoughts raced and my eyes crossed in the dulling throes of climax. The gag between my teeth lulled back and forth as my tongue snaked out from beneath it, releasing stored drool just as my vagina fired off volleys of pleasure. I had never squirt like this before, never in all my long years had I showered my lover with a jet of concentrated ambrosia. I sounded more like a dam bursting a leak, for the hiss of fluid was forced to contend with the virbator punishing my womb all the while.

“HRRRNMMPH~!!!” Was the best I could do in that moment, just a howl. Just an equine whinny that trembled from my throat. My insides locked tightly about his cock and rocketed the heights of my climax to stellar levels. Muscles clamped around his penis and suckled it with renewed force, completely unaware that his rod was still crammed within. I was made to cum like never before, my insides bulging and pulling and gurgling with the brand new feelings exploding in my belly. Every mare that lies with a human says she feels his entire being within her when she cums. Female orgasm is already so intense and violent that it can disable a mare for the rest of the day. But this was a soulful orgasm, this was beyond the simple relief of sex. This was pleasure in my bowels, in my sex, in my mind. Had it not been for the steel bracing me in place I would’ve simply collapsed into pieces like broken glass scattering to the wind.

He was suffering through his own release,one that came far easier than his normal climax. My ass had that kind of effect on poor Lu, draining his balls so rapidly that his entire rythyhm was dirsupted. The man nearly ripped my tail right off as he bumped and bucked against my buttocks, burying each jet of his rushing deep as it could possibly go. Winding and tightly contracted canals slurped it up with a disgusting readiness, as if they could possibly do something with his delicious and fertile batter. He could not see it through his haze of release and the long locks of hair hanging over his breathless face, but I smiled at the idea of satisfying him so profoundly. To cut the legs out of an expert with my ass, to make him struggle and wheeze with pleasure simply by letting him indulge in my musky hole? Nothing quite compares to the thrill.

“Heh… absolutely pitiful.” He grunted when we had recovered somewhat, pleasing himself with slower and deeper thrusts into my hole. Clicking his horrible little remote slowed the vibrators punishing my pussy, but did not halt them. He simply gave me enough room to gather myself if I fought hard enough to do so. Tragically, the release of some pressure against my insides triggered another flow of passionate release. My muscles unclamped and relaxed against his cock as it slid back and forth inside my creamy butt, the pushing force against new angles and new organs perfectly aimed so my body broke.

“What’s this now? You can’t still be cumm-...” Lu halted himself as I craned my neck and let out a long, deep groan of relief. Wet heat had splattered across his heavy balls and pubis once already, but a steady and aimed stream against them signaled the arrival of something entirely different. Immediately the salty scent of messy urine hit my nose, the mixture of waste and hormones maddenly fertile. Were he a stallion, he could easily smell my heat. He could sense my ovulation and perhaps act on it then and there.

“Ugh… And I thought I was the one humiliating you.” He hissed and removed himself from my ass, holding his stiff erection directly in the stream of my shame. I had to pinch my eyes shut and refuse to look, something that was made all the easier with the blinders. I could feel him squishing and sliding across my weeping cunt, my pheromones and marish filth soaking into his heavy and lengthy shaft. His sperm washed away under the stream, cleaning him whilst dirtying him all at once.

“This is the Princess of Equestria? A stupid mare in heat that can’t even control herself? Pissing on a man’s prick isn’t the most royal thing you could do, is it?” I yelped in shame and tried to halt it, but his damnable machines were simply kneading it out. I peed for what felt like hours across his cock and balls, soaking him with the heady and intense funk of a fertile and ready mare. So many thoughts came to me at once, so many things I wanted to belt out before I could think them through. I wanted to beg for forgiveness, for another chance to make this right where I could be better prepared. But I was stupid to think he would be displeased by this. Llewellyn stroked his now sodden cock and ripped the tape from my dripping labia.

“MEEEMH!!!” I called to the sky as the stinging pain came mixed with the sudden expulsion of his wretched toy, the buzzing little thing squeezed so hard it blasted from my backside and landed on the floor some distance away. It was the first time since we had our lovely dates that I heard him laugh, a mocking and dominant laugh as he removed that piece of shit egg from my clit as well.

“Gaping little Lulu. Shameless pissy pony.” I whimpered and shook my rear for him, showing off the soaking holes he had created. Cool air lapped at my insides, suckling the heat from my body and pouring shame in its place. If only Twilight and Celestia could see me now, so blasted and loose and used. Fighting just to hold on that slithering drip of his cum leaking from my gripping and gasping asshole. I could hold this achievement over their heads for millenia to come.

“That stink… goodness gracious Luna. If I was an Equestrian by trade I might think you were in… hmm.” I gasped and bellowed loud as he pulled at my anus, stretching it with intrusive fingers so he could see the sloshing white within. His cock rested against the swollen and purple opening of my guts, swirling blue and pink combining into the most flush and unnatural color right where his head pressed. If only I could move one little step back, one little hop that might sink him inside my body and please him.

“I’ve read some of those reports your blow-hard compatriot published. Twilight’s writing is about as thrilling as an instruction manual, but I did learn something… interesting.” He pressed against my feminine canal with just little enough force not to penetrate, making my entire body move with him. Try as I might, pressing back only sank his fingers and knuckles deep into my gaping rectum rather than my needy slit.

“When you mutants go into heat, apparently human seed does the trick. You funded that study, if I recall, Lulu.”

Was he truly suggesting? Was my Darling Lu honestly saying he might use me in this way? That he would force us not to be two, but to become one in the most ancient and traditional manner possible? His cock against my cunt… the aroma of my estrus in the air… the almost audible churning of fertile batter in his soaking nuts. I shook like the planet had split open, my very soul touched in the same tender and helpless place as my cunt.

“It would be quite easy for me to just accidently pump you full. It only takes one lucky little swimmer to… well. I’m sure you can guess.” I screamed into my gag, I yelped and whined and jiggled my hips for him desperately. Blinded to anything but the satisfaction of the moment, I immediately agreed. It would be tremendously easy to impregnate me, so do it. Please, just one more push. Just a few seconds of hurried pounding and we could be together forever. Slip up, slide inside and deliver that child directly into my womb right this instant, man! Damn him for pulling back, grinding between my lips and sliding the belly of his penis against my opening rather than slamming home and jackhammering my pussy into tenderized meat.

“How about it then? You want me to put a foal in this pussy, Lulu? You just gotta say ‘no’ if that sounds like a bad idea.” I could say so much more than that. I didn’t even need my mouth to do so. Convulsions wracked through me in trembles of force straight from my brain down to my pumping labia, squeezing all the sense out and squirting it free in another punishing and raw climax.

“RRRRMPH~! Y- yemmph~! Yemph, yemph, YEMPH!” Begging came out as gurgles and spittle-filled gasps behind my gag, my vision becoming speckled and unclear with my abundant loss of fluids. Lu was once again showered with my affection for him, made to stink like my insides and carry the aroma of a desperate alicorn.

“Ugh… as if pissing on me wasn’t bad enough? Control yourself, Lulu. I can't fuck a mare if she cums herseld into a coma.” Perhaps he was laughing, perhaps he was scolding me. I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. I just wanted to be whole with him. I wanted his essence inside me, brewing inside my body and combining with me. No matter what, I would set my life’s goal toward this end. To be a human’s brood mother, a shameless factory for his children and pleasure at whatever cost he demanded. Thus when he finally showed me mercy and sank himself into the familiar squeeze of my once pretty and clean pussy, I was more than happy to lay there and wait for him to finish.

“You’re lucky this dirty gash of yours is so soft, Lulu. It’s already so used up, feels like I’m breeding a tube sock.” His insults fell on deaf ears, for I had reached nirvana. I was no longer Luna, Lulu, Boo or the Princess. I was fuck-meat, I was a whore, I was Llewellyn Mobasa’s property. Because he owned me, because he had already broken his stupid toy mare, he pounded without reserve. His hips shot back and forth on a hurried staccato that thrashed my sore pussy. I could feel him tossing my womb about when he slammed home, pulling out for the briefest moment just so he could do it again. If there was a way to have sex with this man such that he never had to pull out, I would love to engage in it. When he was pumping his pre-cum against my cervix, punching the poor precipace directly in its face with his burrowing prick, I was in my element. I was so fulfilled that I needed nothing else, not even comfort or dignity.

“Good pony… haah~. Just relax for me~. You’re so close to the end, just hang on a little longer.” I hoped the camera had caught the monsoon of pleasure he made drip from my sex. I deeply wished for everypony to see how wet and horny I was for my human. They would see his balls slapping against my clit, punishing me for being so thoughtless and naughty again and again and again. I wanted them to see how a good mare acts for her husband, how she debases herself and accepts being the vessel for his child without question. Even if she needed to be bolted down to the floor and fucked in the ass until she complied. That’s what suited me, that’s what filled me with a calm I had not felt since we last made love. With him using me, knowing that a greater authority was in charge and making all things right in the world, I could banish thought. I could simply be fucked, be pleased and be loved more dearly than anything else in the world. His hurried breaths rushed across my ear as he picked up his brutal pace, pounding harder and harder until I was nearly toppled over under the force of it. He was not a loud lover by any means. He could speak in the middle of passion, but Lu was far too reserved and considerate to shout in a mare’s ear when he inseminated her. For all the times he had exploded inside my body, I never imagined that pregnancy could be so tempting. I simply wanted his seed to slosh inside me, regardless of whether or not it would work its purpose. But now, under threat of possibly being his matron, that’s all I was concerned about.

”Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me~!!! Fill me up, Master. I am yours to breed. My body is yours, you own my being, soul and flesh. Make me pregnant and tell the entire world that you bred that child into my womb!” Stopping stiffly inside my cunt, rooted all the way to the bottom and shivering in the ravages of orgasm, Llewellyn did the deed he threatened so casually. Fingers pulling my butt apart, stretching my pussy about the widest part of his cock, his pressurized jets of fertility ripped through my raw and exhausted halls. Alabaster seed rushed through my cervix and flooded my womb, just as it had done to those condoms wasted on Celelstia’s guts. He came continuously, squirting again and again until my insides were bulging with his seed. Indeed it might only take one lucky cell, but he provided more than enough to assure this process. I was saturated with cum, I had cum oozing from my ears there was simply so much. It wormed back and out of my cunt in rivulets of sticky, thick cream that painted me with his hormones, his character. Any mare that might accidently huff my backside would certainly detect his memory there, his delicious and masculine taste that made me a real mare.

“Fffffffwuaaah… hah- nng… shit!” He snarled under his breath and pulled slowly from my beaten cunt, watching as the cum followed and fell to the floor. Finally achieved, finally heavy with his burden and drunk from the lust of motherhood, I collapsed. Right to my side I fell and broke into pieces, unthinking and unfeeling and mindless. If that instance of being so separated from reality lasted the rest of my days, it would be too short. I had done it, I had survived his punishment. I was a good mare again. I was his good mare.

Blinded and panting, I could not track his movements. Manacles came off and straps were undone, tossed aside with uncharacteristic disregard for orderliness. I was unhitched from the pain of clamps or dildos or braces, once again returned to my natural state of freedom. Llewellyn hauled me about as if I was a dead cattle, handily laying me in the basin of his washroom. In the hazy steam of a shower I came back somewhat, watching him gently wash my belly and brush the matted fur about my throat. His expression of hatred, of frozen stoicism punishing me for my transgressions was gone. In its stead, that familiar and sweet Lu now sat just as he did when I first took him to bed.

“Am I… are we forgiven, Master?” I whimpered with a broken voice, our eyes meeting and creating a spark in the rain of steamy water. He sighed contently and crawled across my body to deliver a reassuring kiss to my cheek.

“All is forgiven, Lulu… I missed you.” Nothing before and nothing since has ever made me feel that giddy and excited.

Even as I sit here now running my quill across the parchment, perhaps for none besides myself to ever read again, I look from my writing desk and watch him sit before the fire. Winter has come mightily this year, bringing with it the short days and punishing cold that chases away our crops and fertility. The last words drag across my thoughts like fangs through butter, for he is still here, vulnerable to my cuddles and my kisses and affection. We have repeated this process of education through bondage since that first wonderful time. And though we still find the time to make sweet and affectionate love, I much prefer to be hoisted up in his straps and savaged like a toy from time to time. It has been an exhilirating year and change since that first time. So much as has changed, yet it has all been for the better. Our humans returned, our mares rejoiced. And a new generation of foals have come into the worldthrough their efforts. Equestria is better for it. I am forever thankful to the gods above for delivering us such numerous and tremendous gifts from the stars.

I apologize for my curtness in ending this entry, but the foal he holds in his arms wakes once again with a stir. Our child needs her mother. Thus I am summoned to greater duties than recalling how Equestria came to shelter and love mankind. It is late and I have been writing for quite sometime, perhaps I shall take a recess from journalling. Master and I are planning another "session" whilst our babe is with her wet nurses later in the week. There will be much training before I am ready for that...

Farewell.