All These Truths We Deny

Chapters

Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The place must have cost a fortune.

It was more of an enormous, multi-story house than a dedicated government building, with the requisite dining and living spaces set up in tasteful glass and brushed metal. Stunning wall-to-ceiling windows looked out over the sea, while upon the walls hung paintings that even Mary could tell were very old, very Italian, and very expensive.

The only problem was the scale. Everything seemed twice as large as it should have been, making it a chore to mingle with various spread-out groups of people on the lower floor. The main central staircase could fit seven people abreast. Even the modern chrome fireplace was so large, one might roast a whole cow inside with room to spare.

Mary nursed her champagne as she stood alone near the crackling hearth, watching the comings and goings of the attendees with a wary eye. She shouldn’t have been surprised, but there were a lot of people here for such an occasion; she estimated a couple hundred, scattered throughout the oversized home. Governor Gunawan had not been sparing with her invitations. Few who were able to host Princess Celestia were.

The doctor’s little black dress was none the worse for wear thanks to a dash of alicorn magic, but she was still uncomfortable. As a former starving grad student, blatant displays of wealth tended to make her that way, but she knew that wasn’t all there was to it.

Mary actually didn’t know much about Permata Gunawan, the current and many-times reelected governor of Bali, except for what she’d read in the briefings. She hadn’t yet shown her face…was that on purpose, or was she simply running late? In fact, why do all this here, instead of at one of the official state palaces? Was this place made to her particular taste, or was it some kind of dominance thing? Did she really think a princess would be impressed by such a layout?

“Fuckin’ politicians.” Mary growled the word like a curse as she drained her glass, at the same time reaching out to a passing waiter for a refill. “Lt. Kurosawa should be dealing with this shit.”

But she knew exactly how the good lieutenant would respond to such bitching. This was the job you signed up for, Doctor, so keep your freak on a leash. As Celestia’s official handler, it would be weird if she wasn’t at events like this.

Was the Princess worth all the hassle? Of course!

Shit was still a hassle, though.

As usual, Celestia herself was busy navigating the social waters of the event like the shark she truly was. Mary watched as the alicorn chatted at length about one of the more interesting paintings to the gathered heads of state following her every movement. The doctor had been enchanted with a language translation spell, making conversation (and surreptitious listening) a bit easier on her end, but Celestia spoke to her audience in a mix of English and native-level Indonesian, sprinkling Balinese here and there for flavor.

She really made it look easy, didn’t she?

Mary took another sip of the cold bubbly, fighting off boredom while Celestia worked the crowd. Then she choked and sputtered as the alicorn nodded in her direction, and a gaggle of heads turned toward her.

“I am not the one right now. Don’t you dare!” If Celestia couldn’t make out Mary’s low hisses of annoyance, she could certainly see the stricken look on the doctor’s face from across the room. Part of her thought it might do some good to get in a little practice rubbing elbows, but the larger chunk wanted to stay as unobtrusive as possible. They were all here for the Princess, after all, not Dr. Mary Parvotti. She wasn’t the star of the show.

Perhaps reading her mood, Celestia said something to the group that Mary couldn’t quite hear. As one, they turned away, following the alicorn toward one of the ceiling-height windows, where she began to point out stars, planets, and other heavenly bodies.

Mary sighed, knowing full well she’d hear about this later from both Celestia and Lt. Kurosawa. She hadn’t been this…listless in previous gatherings, and now she was wasting yet more opportunities others would literally kill for with her little wallflower act. What was her problem?

“My problem,” Mary muttered as she started on her third glass, “is with rude bitches who still think being late is fashionable. Have a little consideration, goddamn it.”

Celestia was just starting in on another subject when a rising murmur began near the staircase, followed by applause. “Finally,” Mary said, making her way toward the central area. “Let’s get this party-”

The figure coming down the glass steps almost stopped her in her tracks. Only momentum kept her from falling on her face, which would have been a tragic way to make a first impression. Especially in front of someone like that.

Some people have bodies that are tailor-made for certain functions. There are athletes who seem grown in a lab to play their sport, the same as chess and Go masters who were obviously put on Earth solely to push the boundaries of their game. Still, it’s rare that you can take one look at an individual and understand exactly what they’re all about.

Permata Gunawan, governor of Bali, left no doubt as to what she was born to do as she descended the center of the wide staircase…slowly, so that everyone knew that she had arrived. Her flesh was soft and inviting, yet scandalously sexy as she rocked an earth-brown dress stretched tight around wide, motherly hips, with a slit so high you could see a glimpse of lacy white panties with each step. A black, buckled corset over a super low-cut white shirt presented enormous tea-brown breasts, and tasteful ruffles just barely hid nipples bigger than any Mary had seen on a human being.

Permata didn’t just have a body…she had a Body. But the doctor had seen other, similarly-proportioned women in her life. That kind of thing certainly caught her attention, of course…however, it was the governor’s face that told the story.

Confidence. She radiated it, from the sharp features of her chin and nose, to the easy droop of her eyelids, to the effortless way she managed the huge, complicated braid of lustrous brown hair with threads of gray falling down her back. It was in the set of her mouth, quick with smiles yet easily settling into an indecipherable default, and in the way she held attention and gave it back, nodding and waving with casual grace to the dignitaries in attendance.

If not in politics, Mary could just as easily see Permata as a fearsome CEO, or possibly the manager of a well-run whorehouse. Her whole vibe was as one very used to giving orders and having them carried out with consummate skill, shamelessly using her curves as leverage wherever she could.

Fortune favored the bold, after all. Mary glanced over at Celestia to see her reaction, but the alicorn wasn’t looking at the governor. Her carefully controlled gaze was beyond.

Mary followed her viewpoint, and she audibly gasped at the other individual coming down the fabulous staircase, exactly three steps behind at all times.

It was a pony.

She was similar to Twilight in her miniature proportions, with the same presence of someone three times her size. Her coat was sunset orange, and a flowing goldenrod mane peeked out from a tattered straw hat over suspicious eyes that missed nothing and no one.

Mary knew her at first sight. She might have trotted right out of the security briefing files on the Legends, which had suddenly become required reading after the Twilight incident. There was the toned, farm-trained musculature in her haunches which let her kick down mighty oaks with ease. And there were her magically-shod hooves, enchanted by the Purple One herself and said to enhance that naturally monstrous strength a thousand fold. Each step thudded like a body landing in a pit, causing Mary to wonder if even Celestia could take a hit from those legs without serious damage.

And yes, there was the unmistakable cutie mark on her flank: a triangle of three apples, red and delicious-looking. Somehow, Applejack herself, one of the Six Legends of Canterlot, was connected to an Earth-bound country…and from the subtle signs Mary saw from Celestia, even she was caught off-guard. How did the Canterlot Institute miss this? What had their people been wasting their time on?

And unless Mary missed her guess, their relationship was well-established. Aside from keeping a proper distance from the governor, Applejack was strapped with saddlebags, no doubt prepared for just about every occasion, like a proper personal assistant. At times she would speak into a black earpiece, possibly coordinating the extensive security detail…and doing it with well-practiced discretion, since Mary had seen none of the obvious signs.

Certainly, there were few more qualified to manage a small, highly-trained force than the thundering muscle of the Six Legends. But that in itself didn’t answer any of the many questions her presence generated.

The audience muttered among themselves; they’d been caught just as flat-footed, which made Mary feel a bit better. But the applause intensified as the pair descended, and understandably; having access to such a powerful pony would be a significant get for any country.

The last part of that thought made Mary groan inwardly. There was no way they’d only have to deal with one of these walking disasters tied to a nation-state, but re-thinking the balance of power in a post-Celestia world would have to wait. Governor Gunawan had reached the ground floor at last.

She headed straight for Celestia with a megawatt smile, arms spread in greeting. “Behold, the star of the show! The lady of the hour! I do hope you’ve had a wonderful time so far.” She was speaking English — lightly accented, but otherwise perfect.

“Has the food and drink been to your liking?” Permata gestured at the throng surrounding Celestia. “More importantly, are any of these scoundrels giving you a hard time? Just say the word, and I’ll have them tossed out on their ears. I’ve seen my girl do it, and you know? It never gets old!”

The diplomats, ministers of state and other ‘scoundrels’ in question laughed nervously, but they conspicuously stepped back a few paces, giving the three of them some space. In the face of such uncertainty, this was not a time for taking chances.

Celestia gave her ageless nod in answer to Permata's questions. “Everything has been delightful, Madame Governor. And the company has actually been rather stimulating, to tell the truth. I was just giving a technical explanation of alicorn flight. There’s much more to it than the simple flapping of wings, you might be surprised to know.”

“Indeed?” Permata glanced up at the night sky outside the massive windows. “What an amusing coincidence. I was just about to give you a bit of advice for your next trip.”

She stepped close to Celestia — closer than most, upon first encountering the Princess — meeting her eye to eye. “Your flight speed is quite impressive, but you should be careful that you’re not mistaken for an ICBM in some unfortunate future. My girl here was considering countermeasures until cooler heads prevailed. We’re all a bit on edge after Twilight, you understand, so such displays might be seen as…aggressive…to some. You get what I’m saying, Princess.”

Celestia met her gaze unflinchingly. “Of course, Madame Governor. I was simply working the kinks out. The whole thing with the oceans during that dust-up a while back left me rather winded, so I’m trying to get a bit more exercise. Goodness, I must drive my handler up the wall with my silliness.”

She smoothly shifted her attention to Applejack, who was watching the exchange with a scowl. “You’ll have to forgive me if I left your girl a little shaken by my antics, though it’s good to see she possesses the same competence and professionalism that I remember. Still, if I’d known she, of all ponies, would be joining us this night, I would have made even more haste.” Celestia’s eyes were piercing, unblinking. “We have much to discuss.”

“No doubt,” Permata said with a laugh, all provocation gone with the waves as she held up a full glass of champagne. “Thankfully, we have all night to share old stories. Alas, to business, my good Princess…but first, a toast! To acquaintances old and new!” The surrounding humans took up the cry, tipping their glasses. Celestia and Applejack did not participate.

Mary joined in, but slowly, feeling uneasy as she observed the ponies’ awkward interaction. The encounter was on purpose, no doubt. It was hard to emotionally shake Princess Celestia, but springing something like this was a good attempt. The alicorn’s manner was precise and tightly controlled, which meant she was trying hard to keep it together. It was dirty pool, all the way around.

Fuck it, then.

“A wonderful toast!” Mary saluted with her glass as she pushed her way to the front of the crowd. “And timely. I’ve often found myself thinking about the value of unexpected friendship, for obvious reasons.”

Permata turned to Mary, following the doctor’s approach with that careful expression. “Dr. Mary Parvotti, esteemed xenobiologist, I presume. Your mistress must surely be a right handful. I’m glad there’s someone she can trust to pull back on her reins, so to speak.”

This bitch. “Oh, you have no idea,” Mary replied with her own open grin. “Hell, lately I’ve been thinking I should change my field to xenopsychology, instead. I mean, if there’s one thing I’ve taken away from all this, it’s that ponies and humans have very similar mental structures. You wouldn’t believe how many of the same neuroses and complexes we share. I never would’ve expected it.”

Mary nodded toward Applejack. “Case in point. These two haven’t seen each other in hundreds of years. This has gotta be a seriously weird situation, right? Maybe give ‘em some time to catch up and air things out before getting straight into work. Like you said, we’ve got all night.” No thanks to a certain diva’s tardiness.

Permata put her glass to her chin, tapping the fine crystal with a thoughtful fingertip. “You care very much about your mistress’s well-being, and I can appreciate that. But I should clear up a misconception. You see, I’m not trying to use my girl Applejack as some kind of weapon to get under Princess Celestia’s skin. There’s too much at stake for such foolishness. A tad bit more credit is in order, if you would.”

Mary started to reply, then she realized she had no good response. At first, she was abashed at her immediate suspicion — the doctor didn’t know for sure that this was a setup.

She didn’t know it wasn’t, either. Fuck, this bullshit was so fucking tedious.

“I thank you for your candor,” Mary said after a beat. “Too many people in high places think they can get something out of the Princess if they can figure out what she wants — whether that be material goods, knowledge, companionship, or even love.” She carefully avoided glancing in Celestia’s direction as she spoke. “I’d like you to keep in mind that she’s very particular about her… desires, so any bait you hang out needs to be on point. I won’t ask you not to try to get in her head — that’s why we’re all here, after all — but remember to give her the same courtesy you’re asking for yourself. Deal?”

Permata tilted her head, and her small smile widened a microscopic amount. Was that respect, or humor? A little of both?

Then she extended her hand to Mary. “Deal. It’s good that you understand the game those in my position must unfortunately play. Just…try not to get too deep into cynicism. Take it from me. It may feel that way sometimes, but not everyone is out to get you. Or her.”

Mary accepted the proffered handshake. “No promises. It’s a wide world out there, and not nearly enough of the Sun Princess to go around.”

“Count your blessings for that,” Celestia said.

Permata’s laugh was surprisingly warm. “Now is not the time to sell yourself short, Princess. But, allow me to give you and Applejack an opportunity to re-connect, as a simple gesture of sincerity. I’ll be around all night, keeping the riff-raff in line, so take your time. Call for me whenever you’re ready.”

With that, the governor drained the last of her drink as she turned on her heel and took her leave, surrounded by her own coterie of hangers-on. There was still a polite ring of emptiness between Mary’s group and the rest of the crowd, and the doctor hoped they remained cowed enough to give them a bit of privacy for a while. This wasn’t really the right time or place for such a reunion, but one had to make do.

Celestia and Applejack hadn’t stopped sizing each other up since they first saw each other. A sharp instinct of self-preservation kept Mary from making any snide comments. This was Canterlot business, real pony shit, and not something for a human to stick her nose into. Not yet, anyway.

“Hero Applejack.” Celestia’s voice was light and airy. “It’s so good to see you again after all this time, my dear friend.”

The other pony winced as if she’d been struck, and her scowl deepened. Slowly, she took the ratty straw hat from her head…then a whop sound echoed through the house as she slapped the alicorn across the face with it. Cries of surprise went up, but wisely, nobody tried to intervene. Celestia took the strike without moving a micrometer.

Applejack casually placed the hat back upon her honeyed mane, as if she’d used it to swat a fly. “Hellfire and damnation. After 200 years, you gon’ lie to my face with the first words outta yore cocksuckin’ mouth. That’s almost impressive.” She shook her head. “Element o’ Honesty, remember? Did it slip yer mind? And I ain’t been a damn hero in ages. Save that fer somepony who rates it.”

Her twang was hard for Mary to place — there was a lot of Texas, but also some Deep South in there, too. Alabama, maybe? Had she done some traveling before settling into her current position?

If Celestia was surprised by the accent, she didn’t show it. She simply gave a weary sigh as she faced her accuser. “Doubtless I deserved that, and much more. I understand your anger, Applejack, but perhaps a physical reckoning should wait for another time. I’d rather not cause a scene at your…ah…mistress’s nice party, would you?”

The pony gave a quick look around at all the gawkers, then shrugged. “It can wait,” she muttered.

She began to pace around Celestia, looking her up and down as if remembering the details of the Princess’ singular body after so long. “Ya never did tell us what really happened w’ Twi. Not the real story. I ain’t trust the whole ‘irreconcilable differences’ horseshit from the start, but ya shoulda told us straight ‘stead’a leavin’ us ta hear it from ol’ girl herself.”

The subtle twitch in Celestia’s cheek was like a cry of surprise. “You spoke to Twilight?”

Applejack nodded as she circled around the back of the Princess. “Fore she hit the road. Talked ta all of us. She said the shit you shoulda said ‘bout that day. Left out a few details, but we got the gist. It was a heated conversation — had ta stop Flutters from bustin’ down yore door, if ya can believe it. That was when we swore an oath ta each other, and the next day, Twi was gone. Ain’t seen her since.”

Celestia followed the pony’s movements closely. “An oath?”

“Never you mind. Jus’ a little somethin’ ‘tween friends.” Celestia did not qualify, obviously. “Hoooo-wee! All dat royal cookin’ been goin’ right to yore ass, ain’t it? Damn shame. Maybe you ain’t heard, but all us six been gettin’ stronger in these last few hundred years, Princess.” She spat the word like a curse. “Ain’t a one of us been sittin’ our fat butts on whatever laurels we done earned.”

“Neither have I, Applejack.” Mary was glad to see that Celestia had recovered from her various shocks, and now she simply looked determined as she faced the legend. “I was weaker then. You’re right…I didn’t trust you. Any of you. I should not have tried to hide what I did. Yet, I am not the same Sun Princess Celestia that I was then. I have also grown, and learned, and become stronger.”

She took a few steps closer as she spoke. “I told Twilight something similar to what I’m about to say. I dare not ask forgiveness for my crimes, but all the same, I will help to move history forward from here. I shall earn your trust again.”

“Long way ta go.” Applejack turned her eyes to Mary for the first time since coming down the staircase, regarding the human with a dubious look. “So. You’re this one’s…handler, you said? What’s that, like an assistant? Not a bodyguard, that’s for damn sure. What exactly do you do for yore mistress, lady?”

It was a hard question. Come dumpster? Therapist? Pimp? Student? There were many things Mary could say, and none of them would endear her to the pony standing in front of her. Best to keep it simple.

“I’m a taste of local flavor,” Mary said. “When the strangeness of Earth gets to be too much, I’m the one who tries to explain to her how and why everything’s so fucked up. And when Celestia doesn’t want to deal with human bullshit, I step in and represent her. The job’s thankless, but I’m sure you get that.”

Mary put a hand upon Celestia’s flank. It was a possessive gesture, she knew, but she wanted to make a point. “You’re right, though — the Sun Princess doesn’t need a bodyguard. Far from it. But she does need someone she can trust. She needs someone she can bitch to, someone she can confide in. Someone who knows her secrets. If I can be that for her, you can call me whatever the fuck you want. My official title is ‘personal assistant,’ though.”

“Is that so?” Applejack took in the pair of them with a look of skepticism. “Yer a doc. And not like a doc what fixes bones, or makes medicine, or useful crap like that. Nah, yer a theoretical doc. How’s that s’posed ta help Celestia in a pinch? You gon’ fish a bullet outta her hide? Make sure she’s gettin’ her vit-a-mins?”

Applejack trotted close enough to Mary to shadow both their faces with the wide brim of her hat. “This ain’t a job for a friend. And it for damn sure ain’t a job for some starry-eyed young thang who can’t actually do shit when push comes ta shove. Out with it, lady. You just wanted ta be famous. Ain’t no shame in-”

The pony jerked backward, finding herself suddenly hanging by the scruff of her neck as she floated a foot off the ground. Applejack struggled and kicked against the air in a desperate effort to fight against the magical manipulation that entrapped her, but she soon stopped her wriggling, knowing it was futile.

Celestia’s expression was frighteningly peaceful, but her horn glowed with a blinding pale light as she hoisted the mighty Applejack like a kitten before her. “I can countenance much, little pony, but there are some words that should not be spoken.”

In reply, Applejack put a hoof to her earpiece and barked a sharp command. A moment later, dozens of people in very sharp suits who Mary hadn’t noticed before surrounded the three of them, pushing back curious onlookers as every one of them pointed rifles at the Princess. Mary herself wasn’t a military person, but she’d been around enough solders lately to recognize the hardware when she saw it.

Celestia didn’t even look around. “Is this supposed to be a threat?”

Applejack gave a black glower. “Not to you, nah. But they might hit a bystander or two, maybe even missus personal assistant here. Think you can protect ‘em all? Wanna chance it? No? Put me down, goddamn yore eyes.”

The Princess’s withering glare would have broken lesser beings. “Is this what one of the great Heroes has come to? Endangering innocents? What happened to honesty?”

Applejack did not shy away. “I done told you ‘bout dat hero business. That ain’t me no more. And ain’t a one o’ these assholes innocent. I vetted ‘em myself, so I outta know. As for honesty…”

The pony’s expression turned to ice. Mary had no idea what conviction looked like until that moment.

“Tell me if ya think ah’m fuckin’ around.”

For a few tense seconds, the two stared each other down. Mary was too stunned to move; even her breathing was shallow. How did things escalate this far? Seriously…guns?

There was visible tension in Celestia’s face, which meant she was probably thinking something similar. “This is not what I wanted, little pony. I’m not here to make threats, or have them made to me.”

“Seems to me it comes with the territory,” Applejack growled.

“…Perhaps.”

There was another silent moment. Then the light from Celestia’s horn slowly faded, bringing Applejack’s hooves back to the ground with a gentle touch.

The pony made a gesture, and as one, the well-dressed guards lowered their weapons. Mary saw each of them take a few steps backward into the milling crowd, and then they were gone, as if vanished into mist. The doctor couldn’t figure out how they did it. Applejack certainly ran a tight ship.

Mary tried to break the tension. “What, ah…what kinda training you been giving your people? Ninjutsu? Can you teach me that? Might be useful in these kinds of situations…”

“She always was a good drill sergeant.” The Princess shook her head. “Little po…no. Applejack. You have the wrong impression of Dr. Parvotti. Mary has saved my life. If not for her, Twilight might still be holding the planet hostage. What I’m trying to say is…the human you’re belittling in front of me is much more than a simple assistant, though it’s not easy to define the exact shape of our relationship. Just know that she’s special to me, and I won’t accept anyone insulting her life’s effort. Not even you.”

Applejack scratched under her hat, absorbing Celestia’s words. Then she looked at Mary.

“I think I get it. Yer keepin’ her in check, huh? Balanced?”

Mary chuckled. “Guess I am.”

“That does sound like a shit job.”

“It has its moments.” She glanced at Celestia, and they shared a look that was an entire conversation. “She needs someone to do it. I think most of us do, but her especially.”

Mary didn’t miss Applejack’s glance toward the far side of the house, where Permata was making the rounds. “Maybe so.”

The pony went over to Mary and clapped her on the shoulder with enough strength to leave a bruise. Yet her voice was pitched low, for the doctor alone. “Whatever yer doin’ seems ta be workin’ so far. Just don’t screw it up. Any dang fool can see she cares about ya…a lot. And even I know she don’t give her consideration lightly. If you wanna be her balance, then take that shit seriously. You get me?”

Mary nodded. That was something she’d been thinking about more often. What would her life be like if she hadn’t answered that fateful text from “C” all those months ago? What about Erin’s life, or Julie’s? Would they all be under Twilight’s thumb even now? Or Celestia’s?

The doctor shrugged. No sense in sweating hypotheticals at this point. “Loud and clear,” she replied. “Now, how about fetching Madame Governor? Time to talk business.”

Applejack gave one last look at Celestia before trotting off in her mistress’ direction, her attention already in her earpiece as she muttered instructions.

Mary approached Celestia, sliding a hand across the alicorn’s neck as she watched Applejack leave. “Terminally honest, and a nice ass? Think I just came.”

Celestia laughed. “A lifetime of apple bucking does wonders for the glutes.”

“I can see that.” Mary’s tone became speculative. “We probably only have about half an hour before Permata gets back. Tell me a little about Applejack. Any stories or anecdotes you can remember? Formative stuff. I don’t need anything that’s in her file.”

“You’re in a mood. Did she hit you that hard?”

Celestia wasn’t talking about the pat on the arm. Mary didn’t exactly deny it. “Fuck all that. I just want to be prepared.”

Chapter 3

An entire southern wall of the mansion was taken up by a single slab of curved glass two stories high. Mary had never in her life seen the like. It reflected the bright lights from the party inside with an odd distortion, turning the chandeliers in the main room into twisted shapes of illuminated gold.

But out there, countless glittering stars met ferocious waves, mating the clockwork night sky with an unpredictable sea. It was a hell of a sight, and as Mary gazed out into the surf, close enough that she could almost reach through the glass and touch the breakers, she tried to remember the feeling of the moment. It was good to fill your heart with peace, before fouler emotions could take root.

Mary could scarcely guess what — or who — was in Governor Gunawan’s heart as she beheld the same natural wonder from a few feet away, glass in hand as always. Permata's shapely tits strained the material of her barely-buttoned dress shirt, while that tight brown skirt perfectly emphasized her enormous, rounded ass. For Mary, it was an equally compelling view, and she tried to consider how much cock — or cunt, if she swung that way — the woman was getting on the regular. Permata gave off the aura of a person with some experience…but then, that could be a performance, too. It could be hard to tell with these types.

“Do you have anything like this where you’re from, Sun Princess?” Permata's voice was low, but it easily carried to the nearby dignitaries who thought they were being surreptitious, with their fake, muted conversations. “Are the seas and firmament the same in your world?”

“They are similar,” Celestia said from Permata's other side, a little ways away. Her attention was focused more on the governor than the landscape, however, and she didn’t try to hide it. “We have a moon, and tides, the same as here. There are also planets and stars in Canterlot’s skies, but they are all different. There is no ringed Saturn, or stormy Jupiter. Neither would you find any familiar constellations, I’m afraid. It took me a while to get used to it.”

“Oh, but that sounds like a dream.” Permata's wistful tone actually sounded authentic. “To see the cosmology of another world…it’d be like stepping into one of the science fiction books I used to read as a child. The ones with four moons on the cover, and two suns, and galaxies sprinkled across rainbow-hued heavens. Mary knows what I mean, surely.”

The doctor nodded, although her main point of reference was a youthful fixation on Gorean subculture. She probably still had a collar somewhere.

“Ain’t that different.” Applejack was, as usual, a few paces behind Permata. She kept a keen eye on everyone in the vicinity. “Sea’s just salty water. Star’s just a big ol’ ball o’ fire. Ain’t much to it.”

“Hm. Well, I didn’t hire you for your romantic spirit,” Permata said with a laugh. “Still…don’t you miss it? Don’t you ever dream of going back, and getting away from all this? You’re not bound to Earth, like I am. You have that freedom.”

Applejack shook her head. “Ah’m usin’ that freedom ta choose who ah work for, and that’s you. It ain’t about the where — in fact, I ain’t all that keen on Canterlot as a whole. We had a deal, and I intend to keep up my end. Not much else to it.”

Mary arched an eyebrow. That was interesting.

Permata let a gentle smile touch her lips. “I’m not hearing sour grapes after the Princess tossed you around like a rag doll, am I? Although it seems like you both went a little overboard.”

Applejack sheepishly adjusted her hat as she averted her eyes. “Ah’ll admit I did get caught up in the moment there. Thing is, ya kinda hafta go overboard when yer goin’ against Celestia. I got like ten different plans in case she starts throwin’ weight around, and seven of ‘em are just ways to get you outta Dodge ‘fore she pops you like a balloon.”

“My word.” Permata put a hand to her throat in affected shock. “What about the other three plans?”

“Me and the crew puttin’ ourselves in harm’s way. Probably wouldn’t work out too well for us in the end, but it’d buy ya some time.”

“You didn’t seem to care much about putting the people around you in harm’s way,” Mary said, taken aback by Permata and her assistant’s cavalier attitudes. The governor had obviously been briefed on the earlier incident, but she didn’t seem at all worried about violence erupting at a state function. “What if Celestia had called your bluff?”

“It wasn’t a bluff,” Applejack said, and the certainty in the statement gave Mary a chill. “But I figured she wouldn’t do nothin’ too untoward. If she really wanted ta hurt me, she’d ‘a done it. As usual, Celestia was just tryin’ ta make a point.”

“Don’t you worry about our esteemed dignitaries, Doctor.” Permata waved a dismissive hand at the partygoers, none of whom seemed particularly put out by the sight of guns or magic. “A little danger adds flavor. Intrigue. They’ll have a lot to talk about when they debrief in their home countries after this night.” She took a healthy sip of her bubbly. “I have no doubt about that.”

Governor Gunawan went silent for a while, then she tapped her glass, making the crystal ring out and drawing the full attention of those around them. “Now come, Princess. We both know this isn’t a courtesy call. You’ve graced our little island with your presence for a reason, so let’s hear it. And if there’s something I can do that is within my power, I shall…for the right price. We both know how this works.”

“Naturally.” Celestia made a broad gesture with her horn at the crowd of onlookers. “Are we going to have our discussion here, though? I would have liked some privacy, if possible.”

“We shall have it out right here, in front of the world.” Permata spoke without hesitation. “Unless you have something to hide…?”

“Not at all,” Celestia said smoothly. Mary wasn’t surprised, either. They’d actually come up with multiple opening gambits, depending on their reception and how much secrecy they could keep. So far, nothing had been outside of expectations.

Aside from Applejack.

The Princess let a pulse of magic flow into her horn, causing a subtle but noticeable glow. “Then allow me to begin, Madame Governor. First, let me explain that Canterlot is a world of magic. Ponies and many other creatures can use it. There are objects that are imbued with it, and entire locations are overrun with it. It’s embedded in our music, our literature, and our history. Magic is everywhere in Canterlot, to the point that we often take it for granted.”

The glow of her horn faded. “Here on Earth, however, magic has never existed. We don’t know why, but the fundamental energy that causes mystical phenomena is simply…absent. For us, it’s like going to another planet and finding that iron doesn’t exist. That’s just the way our worlds diverged in their evolution. Or so we thought.”

Celestia’s horn glowed white again, in a different pattern and frequency. She took a step toward Permata. “Please hold out your hand, Madame Governor.”

Applejack stirred. “Rather not let ya do that. Whatever you got needs ta be cleared-”

Permata extended her palm. “It’s all right, girl. Trust must begin somewhere.”

The pony frowned, but said nothing further.

With a flash, a lime-sized fruit appeared in Permata's hand. It was deep green and wrinkly, and Mary could smell the citrus essence even from where she stood.

Celestia stepped back again. “Do you recognize that, Madame Governor?”

Permata brought the fruit to her nose, inhaling the fresh scent with pleasure. “I should. Bergamot is one of our more popular exports, though the general public probably doesn’t realize it. Of course, those in the know understand that the Balinese strains are some of the world’s best. I highly recommend it in tea, for relaxation.”

“I shall keep that in mind.” Celestia pointed with her now quiescent horn at the fresh produce. “In point of fact, the bergamot from Bali are quite special, though not in the way you might think.”

Governor Gunawan gave the Princess a questioning look. “Go on.”

Mary took a deep breath. Time for the double team. She slipped into the conversation, just as practiced.

“These fruits contain magic,” the doctor said. “Not much — trace amounts, really. You could eat a bushel every day for a year and only have a stomachache to show for it. Still, the magic is there, and it’s measurable to an alicorn like the Princess. It shouldn’t be.”

“Exactly so,” Celestia said. “Strangely enough, we have a similar fruit in Canterlot. Same size and shape, same color and aroma and use cases. We call it gamot, and it does not contain magic…not a scintilla. It’s utterly inert, mystically speaking.”

Permata didn’t hide her surprise. “That can’t be a coincidence.”

“You’d be surprised how many coincidences there are between our worlds,” Mary said with a chuckle. “But yes, that’s a little much to dismiss out of hand. It’s like the two switched places somewhere along the way. We don’t know how or why, or when it happened. That’s why we need your help.”

“The unexpected existence of magic on Earth cannot be ignored, Madame Governor.” Celestia’s tone was suitably grave. “I’d like your permission to do research here in Bali. There may be something deeper causing this…perhaps something in the environment, or even in the land itself. The testing will not be invasive, I promise you, but there’s no time frame and no criteria for success or failure. We’ll be there however long it takes to find a meaningful answer. Once again, I ask for your trust.”

Permata turned the bergamot over in her fingers as she considered Celestia’s plea. Mary was a little surprised her reply was taking this much thought; the leaders of most other countries would’ve said “yes” before the alicorn had finished the first sentence. Having a magical alien princess in one’s debt should be worth any price.

Governor Gunawan turned to her legendary assistant. “What do you think, girl? Should we let the Sun Princess have her way in our backyard?”

Applejack scratched under her hat with a hoof. “She ain’t lyin’ ‘bout the magic thing. Ah’d say that surely needs ta be looked into, one way or tha other. We’ll need ta work out some protocols, get a security detail going…” Her voice trailed off as the practical needs of the agreement filled her head.

Then she looked at Celestia again. “Y’know, ol’ Twi’s s’posed ta be rottin’ in the dungeons, but I hear she’s been takin’ off to do some investigation of her own. Is she gonna be involved in this thang?”

Mary grit her teeth. Now came the sticking point.

Celestia did not hesitate. “Yes, she is. Twilight was instrumental in the discovery of the phenomenon, and I believe her skills will be necessary to tease apart this puzzle. I do hope that won’t be a deal-breaker.”

Applejack only rubbed her eyes wearily with the back of a hoof, leaving Permata to state the obvious. “Let me see if I understand all this correctly, Princess. You, the ruler of a country, want to set up an independent research facility on another’s sovereign land in order to solve an unprecedented magical mystery, one that could have completely unknown repercussions. This study will have no set duration, or even a concrete goal.”

Permata began to pace, moving back and forth in front of the wide window.

“And one of the major figures in this research is a pony who, only a few months ago, tried to destroy all of humanity. This individual, instead of facing the consequences of her crimes, is apparently taking her imprisonment as a suggestion instead of a sentence, and is conducting her own probe into the issue…without oversight, and with the full authorization of the one who stopped her.”

Permata finished pacing as she met Celestia’s relaxed gaze with her own. “Is that about the size of it, Princess? Did I miss anything?”

Celestia shook her head. “You are mostly correct, aside from Twilight having no oversight. I’m not peeking over her shoulder, but she does report her findings to me, regularly.”

“Well, that’s all right then.” Permata finished her drink before waving over a waiter to take her glass and the bergamot. Sending away the bemused attendant, the governor leaned against the glass wall and crossed her arms under her ample breasts, making the dusky acres of flesh even more prominent as she faced Celestia.

“Speaking of oversight…will I be appraised of your discoveries? I’m not sure how much the existence of magic will affect this country, but I’d like to at least know what’s going on.”

“On a need to know basis only,” Celestia said with a regretful shrug. “Even this level of magic could be extremely dangerous, depending on our findings. We can’t be too careful.”

“So I wouldn’t even have full administration in my own territory?”

“Think of it like an embassy,” Mary added. “You’ll always have the right to kick us out if you don’t like what we’re doing.”

“I should hope so.” Permata gave Mary a small smile. “Is this working out the way you two practiced it so far?”

Mary laughed. “Pretty much, yeah.” And now, you say-

“How could I possibly trust Twilight after what she did?” Right on cue. Permata looked at Mary and Celestia in turn, as if she was being set up for a prank. “How could you trust her?”

“Twilight and I have a special understanding,” Celestia said with perfect smoothness. “We’ve known each other for many years, you see. Our conflict was based on a tragic circumstance, the memory of which we’ve been slowly but surely working our way through together. Now, I fully intend for Twilight to serve her entire sentence, in time. But right now, we need her help as one of the most talented alicorns in Canterlot history. I trust her completely, Madame Governor, and I do not give my trust lightly.”

“But after all that, it’s still Twi we’re talkin’ ‘bout. We all know she plays the long game.”

Applejack’s presence put Mary on edge. The legendary pony was not a part of their plans, and now her scowl was like a thundercloud. “Mistress, ah know we went over all this, but ah want ya ta reconsider-”

“Your objection is noted,” Permata snapped.

Applejack went silent, but her scowl deepened.

Permata closed her eyes for a good minute. Then she gave a sharp nod, as if coming to a decision, before focusing once again on an expectant Celestia.

“If I do this for you, I want equal compensation.”

“I would expect nothing less,” Celestia said crisply. “We have a certain sum set aside for our budget-”

“No,” Permata said, cutting the Princess short. “I’m not talking about money.”

That would’ve been too easy. Celestia, as always, was unperturbed.

“A service, then.”

“Yes. A service. Something like that.” She crossed the short distance to the Princess, then she ran her hand through Celestia’s flowing mane, watching the rainbow locks float and swirl around her fingers. “Magnificent. Simply divine.”

Celestia let her expression slip into wide-eyed surprise. “Madame Governor…that’s rather familiar, isn’t it? I’d like to keep these negotiations professional, if it’s all the same to you.”

Despite her objections, she made no move to stop the wandering hand, which moved to her strong neck and withers. Astonished murmurs were already starting up in the crowd, but Permata ignored the noise as she caressed her royal guest.

“Your beauty is incomparable, Sun Princess. I’m sure you know that. You use yourself as a prize to get what you want…a prize that will never be awarded. And that usually doesn’t matter. Even the emptiest promises become tangible dreams, for those you wish to take from.”

Permata's voice was heated. “I don’t want any empty promises, Princess. I want something real, something true. You’re going to give it to me, and then we’ll talk about what you want from my land.”

Mary held herself still in an attempt to keep the thin flame of jealousy in her breast from rising any higher. This was all a game. The prize was of incalculable value, but it was a game all the same, and everyone had to play with the stakes available to them. The doctor kept these thoughts running through her head, around and around, until she could almost believe them.

The ragged gnawing at her bottom lip was a purely nervous reaction. Purely.

Celestia’s flat gaze followed Permata's movements upon her hide. “I’m not sure I understand, Madame Governor. I have many powers, but mind reading is not yet among them. You’ll have to be more explicit about what you ask of me.”

Permata chuckled as she sidled past Celestia, moving toward the center of the enormous living room. She made a beckoning gesture with a finger she walked, swinging her hips in a way that would’ve fit a bordello more than a government building. “Come. The three of you. Follow me. And, someone…turn up the music.”

The watching crowd parted like the Red Sea before Permata, and they murmured among themselves, sensing there was something interesting going on. Applejack, as always, followed the Governor a few steps behind. Celestia was next, her ageless expression betraying not a hint of what she was thinking. Mary brought up the rear, her conflicting emotions plain on her face as curiosity and excitement warred with apprehension.

It had already been a hell of a night, and it was just getting started.

Governor Gunawan’s long, thick braid of brown hair reached to the small of her back, and it swung like a hypnotic metronome with the slightest movement of the woman’s head. Permata didn’t even glance backward as, without breaking stride, she reached up and pulled a clip free from the depths of the woven locks. They came apart like magic into a shimmering wave of silky copper, and she ran her fingers lustily through the newly freed hair, humming to herself at the luxurious feeling.

Permata's hands soon roamed to the back of the stylish black corset around her waist. One by one, she unbuckled the silver clasps, freeing the fine leather straps in turn until all three hung loose. Slowly — everything was done with careful precision — she stripped the corset off her body, dropping it in her wake without a further thought. Her white, near-transparent shirt hung loose and open, almost exposing to the world the massive, dark-capped breasts which barely sagged, even without support.

The questioning murmurs grew much louder, occasionally breaking into protesting shouts. It seemed that this was not a scheduled part of the night’s festivities.

“Y’all hush!” Applejack roared, and the voices lowered to a background rumble. Her face was a mask of stone, but she took no other action.

Permata stretched as she walked, enjoying the taste of freedom. “Did you know,” she said in a conversational tone, “that I’ve had three attempts on my life since being elected?”

Celestia hesitated before responding, nonplussed but doing a good job at hiding it. “I knew about the first one. After a labor speech, they found a bomb in your podium that didn’t go off. That was a close one. I had no idea about the others.”

“The only reason I’m still alive is through pure luck,” Permata said. A series of pops could be heard as she undid the buttons on her tight brown skirt, and she peeled the garment away as casually as she would in her own bedroom. The long shirt did little to hide her wide, round buttocks, and her lacy white panties were all but hidden in the acres of flesh that jiggled with every step.

It was as perfect an ass as Mary had ever seen, and despite herself, a familiar heat began to burn in her cunt. Permata certainly knew how to make a statement.

But what was she trying to say?

The governor tossed the skirt over her shoulder. “Soon after that incident, my girl Applejack established contact. We’re about as different as chalk and cheese, but strangely enough, we hit it off. She’s the reason you didn’t hear about the other two attempts. My girl is very thorough, and she does her job with discretion.”

Celestia’s gaze was fixed on Permata's big, honey-tanned ass. She didn’t try to hide her keen interest. “It seems like you’re giving up on discretion, Madame Governor. Last I heard, there were rather stringent laws about obscenity in this country, though Bali is a bit more lenient. You’re not setting a very good example at the moment.”

“I didn’t become what I am to set an example.” Permata's voice was sharp as she slipped off her shirt, at last freeing her chest to the leering eyes of everyone watching, while her thumb-sized nipples hardened in the night air. She was now clad in only heels and panties, and Mary was struck by how curvy and inviting every inch of her body was. She was a walking fertility idol, her softness and eroticism normally hidden underneath a veneer of fashion-forward severity…but now she’d torn away that facade herself, piece by piece, revealing something raw and primal.

The doctor could feel herself drooling with every step the group took. She wanted nothing more than to insert her tongue between those wide ass cheeks, or to warm her ears with those majestic tits, while Permata's long brown hair tickled her skin. Powerful, gorgeous women getting down and dirty had become a particular attraction for Mary since meeting Celestia, and this was a dream scenario.

But…here? Now? In Indonesia?

Sensing Mary’s thoughts, Permata caressed her own thick rear, glancing back at the doctor and the Princess with a devastating pout as she enjoyed the contours of her backside. “I also didn’t get to my position by following examples. You see, I’ve always been a creature of sensation. Of pleasure. As much as I love my country and its people, that’s a part of myself that I will never give up. Many have called that selfish. Irresponsible. Even…pornographic. I’ve been threatened and shamed by elements within and without for being the way I am, and so I’ve always held back before. I set limits upon myself, afraid to take things too far and lose whatever support I’ve managed to accumulate.”

Permata lifted her dusky tits, as if feeling their size and heft for the first time. “No more. I’m done with limits. I’m going to show this country, and the world, exactly what pornography means. This is my revelation of truth, dear guests. I’ve brought you here — you, and all these others from across the globe — so that you may bear witness.”

The tiny peregrination was approaching the center of the living room, where soft gray couches set in a circle for easy conversation were hastily evacuated at a glance from the governor. Taking one of the plush love seats for herself, she draped across it like a woman in a painting, completely at ease in the midst of the surreal situation. Mary took a seat opposite the Governor, while Celestia went to her knees on the floor beside the doctor. Right now, they were both caught in the flow of the moment, but that held its own excitement. And technically, this was still a negotiation.

“You’ve never done anything like this before.” Celestia’s voice might have held an extra note of huskiness, but Mary couldn’t quite tell for sure. “Pushing the envelope in public is risky, even for you. Where’s all this confidence coming from?”

Permata nodded her head toward Applejack, who’d taken her post next to the couch and was wearing a look that could make kittens cry. The governor chuckled at her assistant’s obvious disquiet.

“It’s her. No matter her history, Applejack will always be a hero to me. God, she’s been saving my life for years now. She’s my whole reason for taking action, and not only because she makes me feel safe.”

Applejack’s expression softened, but the pony set her gaze into the far distance as Permata spoke. “My girl loves truth. She binds herself by it, and judges others by their sincerity. When we first met, I was much closer to one of these sad, clinging state actors, desperately trying to hold onto power. She showed me that honesty is not something to be scoffed at. It’s not a quality only for fools, to be taken advantage of at the first opportunity.”

Permata moaned as she stretched, raising her arms over her head and making her soft parts jiggle like jelly. “No. Truth is freedom. It unshackles us. There’s no need for me to hide anymore, Princess. I refuse to do it. At last, I shall become the harlot I was always meant to be.”

The governor's lidded eyes stared at Celestia in direct invitation. “You can do the same, if you dare. Be free with me, Sun Princess.”

Celestia kept her expression carefully neutral, but Mary could’ve drowned in the alicorn’s stillness. “I’m still confused, Madame Governor. As royalty, I may be somewhat less free than others, but I am content with what I have.”

“And what do you got?” Applejack forcefully interjected herself into the conversation. “Let’s count ‘em up.”

The pony clopped her front hooves together. “First, we got an Irish reporter ya fucked up so bad, ya hadda go inta her dreams to put her back together.”

Clop, clop. “Then, ya got a jailbait college student who thinks yer God, Buddha an’ Krishna all at once. Jim Jones woulda been impressed.”

Clop, clop, clop. “And let’s not forget the right shameless, horse-obsessed doctor who got her claws into ya good an’ tight.” Applejack waved a hoof at Mary. “What is it wit’ you an’ human women? Is that an alicorn thang, or jest yer fetish?”

“A little bit of both,” Mary almost said. She could hear the voices surrounding them take on a more incredulous tone, and she could see phones being hurriedly unlocked…pictures and video taken…furtive calls made. The doctor’s immediate instinct was to wonder who’d leaked their sordid activities, but that was a question for later. All that mattered was that Applejack — and by extension, Governor Gunawan — knew everything.

Celestia was resolute. “I thought this was a conversation in good faith, Applejack. Is this another part of your mistress’s plan? To wheedle an old friend into bringing up rumors and jealous innuendoes in a bid for leverage?”

The governor swung her legs to the floor as she laughed breezily. “My God. I never thought I’d come across anyone with a better poker face than myself.” Permata bounced to her feet, and Mary was once again treated to the delightful sight of those matronly curves in motion as she sauntered over to Celestia.

With a shocking boldness, Permata went to Celestia’s flank, caressing the Princess’ sunburst insignia. “Ah, there it is. The sun! Revelation and danger…life, warmth and death, all rolled into one. It has a lot of meanings in our world, Princess. Mainly, it shows us truth.”

She moved behind Celestia’s wide rear and to the alicorn’s other side, teasingly stroking the long, rainbow tail that yet hid other pleasures. “If I may be so bold…you’re not living up to your cutie mark. I’m going to bring your secrets into the light, kicking and screaming. If you’re lucky.” Permata laughed again.

Celestia wasn’t feeling the humor. “Now you threaten me with blackmail? What kind of-”

“Blackmail?” Permata put a hand to her throat in dramatic fashion. “How could I ever do such a thing? What would I even use? It’s not like I have high resolution footage of your trysts from every conceivable angle. I certainly don’t have copies ready to send to every nation on Earth.”

Permata brought her full lips to Celestia’s ear, speaking only loud enough for the the Princess and Mary to catch the sound. “And I absolutely, positively don’t have a trustworthy alien pony ready to speak on the record about what really happened between you and your Faithful Student. No, not at all.”

Chapter 4

It was probably only a matter of time. Secrets like that tended to pull everyone involved into their terrible gravity, but sometimes, when the pressure became too much to bear, certain individuals could muster enough escape velocity to make a difference.

Mary had never been more impressed with Celestia’s restraint than she was at that very moment. Only someone intimately familiar with the alicorn’s mannerisms would’ve noticed the slight flush in her cheeks, or the quiet catch in her throat, or the almost imperceptible twitch in her lips. Celestia was a consummate professional when it came to keeping her emotions in check.

A single, quick glance in Applejack’s direction was the only concession to sentiment the Princess allowed herself, but that one look was everything: resentment, accusation and apology all at once. Applejack, for her part, did not look away. She met Celestia’s eyes with her own, sharp and unyielding, and if there was ever any doubt about whether or not the pony would make good on Permata's threat, it could be firmly set aside.

Governor Gunawan noticed the taut thread between Celestia and Applejack, and for the first time in a while, her humor relented.

“Princess,” Permata said softly, “I hope you’re truly listening to everything I’m saying. This isn’t a shakedown, I swear to you. I’m trying to free you from the shackles you’ve needlessly put upon yourself. Can’t you see that?”

Celestia said nothing for a while. In a sweeping pass, she took in the expectant onlookers, the mansion itself that was doubtlessly full of cameras and other recording devices, Mary, Applejack, Permata, and the desolate beach outside. Mary could almost hear the unfathomable calculations being made in her head, cold equations that could turn hot very quickly.

The alicorn turned back to Permata. Her voice was quiet.

“I could put an end to everything.”

Mary saw Applejack tense, her workhorse muscles readying for action as she watched Celestia closely. They had to know it might come to this.

Permata took a step backward. She probably didn’t even realize she’d done it. “Perhaps-”

“No. There’s no ‘perhaps’.”

Celestia was never sexier than when she was being threatening, and Mary reveled in her body’s reactions. She could feel sticky wetness between her legs, and she fought the instinct to pull her panties aside and get knuckles-deep into her needy cunt right then and there.

Time and place. Vorfreude.

To her credit, Permata recovered quickly, putting on a placating smile. “Come, Princess. There’s no need for that. Look…you put yourself on this pedestal as a mysterious being full of wisdom and magic, like some sort of oracle. But that’s not what you are, and we both know it. Instead of trying to cultivate some fantasy image of sexless perfection, what if you just…didn’t bother? What could anyone do? Do you think the world would be any less accommodating? Maybe you’ve been going about this ‘universal ambassador’ thing all wrong.”

Mary wanted to deny what Permata was saying. It should have been easy to counter such provocations, explaining in no uncertain terms why Celestia had to set herself apart with a pretense of virginal seriousness while getting her rocks off in secret. She tried to square the Princess’ mission of peaceful and open co-existence with that voracious hunger that could not be denied, along with the questionable decisions made in the pursuit of such desires.

Mary tried…but once again, her body betrayed her. Just the thought of the possibilities almost made her come on the spot, and she trembled, squeezing her thighs together as her lidded eyes became clouded with lust.

The doctor couldn’t get the excitement of their earlier flight out of her head. Power opened a lot of doors, and forced a lot of hands, especially when one possessed something the powerless wanted. What were people going to do…say no to magic? Who would deny such a priceless gift? Did it really matter so much if the giver liked to empty her balls on occasion?

Magical cloak notwithstanding, Celestia wasn’t a goddamn eunuch. She enjoyed a good fuck. So what?

Mary considered speaking her mind, but it was Celestia’s call in the end. In one fell swoop, the alicorn could completely reconfigure the way humanity viewed her and her species. No longer would she be the fairy-tale magical creature that spirited innocent maidens away on a fantastic adventure…unless that adventure was her dick. The world would finally see for itself exactly what the unicorn does to the virgin.

As the doctor looked up and saw Celestia staring at her, watching her fidget in a puddle of her own cream, Mary saw a flicker of shared understanding. Part of being a ruler involved consequential choices made quickly, and if the alicorn’s widening stance was any indication, it was all over but the shouting.

There would probably be a lot of such noises, very soon. Celestia took a deep breath, shuddering a bit in the exhale.

“Do you understand the consequences of what you’re asking, Madame Governor?”

Permata swallowed in a dry throat, taken aback at Celestia’s new intensity. But the voluptuous woman came forward a few steps, reaching her hand under the Princess’ barrel, and Celestia hissed at the fluttering touch where nothing was visible.

“You want access to Bali,” Permata murmured, running her fingers along the phantom length right up to where the wide-flared tip would be. “I want the world to know the real Celestia. It seems like a straightforward trade to me, but maybe I’m just an ignorant human, toying with things she doesn’t comprehend.”

Permata maintained eye contact with Celestia as she brought her hand to her mouth. She licked her palm with a wriggling tongue, moaning at the salty flavor of an unseen essence. “Make me understand, Sun Princess.”

Something shifted in Celestia’s demeanor as Permata made her play. Her body language, from the set of her withers to the swishing of her tail, now brought to mind a predator on the hunt instead of a simple horse. And the unsubtle movements of her haunches in front of everyone watching, gently thrusting at the mere promise of pussy, told Mary that the alicorn had already begun to throw away any self-imposed limitations.

There was no turning back. Not anymore.

A certain orange assistant, bless her heart, couldn’t stay silent. “Nobody’s makin’ anybody do a goddamn thing. Mistress, I done told ya this was a shit idea. What if she loses control? She could tear ya apart-”

“Applejack. My dear little pony.” Celestia didn’t bother to look in her direction. “Do you want to get fucked?”

The nervous reactions of everyone within earshot told Mary they had all heard the ice behind that voice. Some might have even detected the deeper threat, older and more dangerous than they could ever truly know.

Applejack sensed it. The brave pony lived up to her reputation as she began to advance, fully intent on saving her employer from whatever horrible fate Celestia was about to inflict. But Permata stopped her with a raised hand.

“You will take no action without my permission, girl. Now, the nice Princess has asked you a question. Answer.”

Applejack hesitated, then she growled as she stomped the floor in frustrated anger, shattering a tile of the expensive marble into a thousand pieces under her hoof.

“Nah,” she said, not wanting to back down but honor-bound to obey. “Nah, I reckon I don’t, Celestia.”

“Then be quiet and watch. And don’t worry, little pony. I’ll take very good care of your mistress.”

Celestia leaned down slowly, enjoying all of Permata's tiny, excited reactions as she brought her equine head close. She placed her nose right up against Permata's white panty-covered crotch, bulging with wild tufts of brown hair. Deep within, the woman’s thick outer lips against the drenched fabric made a puffy cameltoe that was easily visible to anyone who cared to look.

The Princess’s nostrils flared as she enjoyed Permata's piquant aromas, and the governor watched Celestia’s sport closely, her breath coming in shallow, excited gasps. With unhurried laziness, the alicorn drew her muzzle upward, tracing a line of silky wetness with her nose across a belly with a hint of paunch, then up between mountainous tits, nuzzling deep into the cleavage to feel the softness around her flicking ears. She groaned as she followed the contours of Permata's throat, where the scent of perfume combined with the natural smells of the president’s hair, sweat and cunt to create an irresistible fragrance.

Unable to hold herself back, Celestia extended her long, thick tongue to taste the flavors on Permata's neck and cheek, and the governor groaned in submission to the warm bath. Temporarily sated, the alicorn pulled back, leaving strings of saliva between herself and the savory human which broke as she licked her lips with a loud smack.

Celestia’s mouth went slack, and her eyes fluttered, in the way of a shark sniffing blood. “You’re ripe,” she whispered.

“I think I was born that way.” Permata was just as overheated, just as needy. “But I can’t smell anything from you.” She grinned. “So mysterious! Why is that?”

Celestia gave Permata a look of warning, one that Mary had seen many times before. Then there was a flicker of light and the pop of dispelled magic, and finally the meaty slap of flesh upon flesh.

Gasps. Screams. The thump of an unconscious body hitting the floor and the sharp grunt of sudden, wrenching orgasm. Mary heard all the expected reactions from the unsuspecting dignitaries.

And yet, the doctor was just as stricken as the rest. Even after so long, Celestia’s majesty still made her feel like a cock-shocked virgin every time.

There was a monster between the alicorn’s legs. Three feet long and thick as a thigh, the pink and gray mottled shaft trembled like a living creature, dangerous in its raw hunger. Syrupy drizzles of precome pulsed from the wide opening on the flat head, hitting the ground with loud plops and forming an ever-widening puddle as Celestia’s massive white nuts, each as big as basketballs, heaved in their sacks with a desperate rhythm. Those closest would swear they could hear a gurgling from those soft, smooth tanks as they brewed a bounty that could slake even the fiercest thirst.

But what really got to Mary was the smell. The barnyard aroma of horsecock was something she’d become familiar with long before she met Celestia, but when the Princess was truly randy, it was like she’d soaked her dick in musk. Mary knew about ponies that could control others that way, using magic mixed in with pheromones, but Celestia had no need for such tricks.

She was pure, 100%, all-natural fuck lust, and the response to that…well, it was just as natural.

“God in heaven!” Permata's hand leapt from Celestia’s cock as if she’d been burned, and she took a step back from the twitching threat in front of her. Then she jerked forward, and an unseen force placed both hands firmly upon the Princess’ fat tool.

“Don’t run away, Madame Governor.” Celestia’s growl was feral. “This is what you wanted. How does it feel? Tell me. Tell everyone.”

“It’s…hot. It’s burning my hands.” Even so, Permata did not pull away again. “And…and it’s heavy. I can scarcely lift it. This is…”

Permata grunted, and Mary heard a splattering sound as the governor came hard, messing her now transparent panties until they could hold no more. The sticky juices ran down the inside of her thighs in thick streams, adding to the nastiness at their feet while Permata humped the air, her eyes widened in shock.

Yeah. That was about right.

Celestia watched Permata come, listening to the soft clap of the governor's wide ass as her hips thrust uncontrollably. “That’s it. A part of you already knows what’s coming. Whatever else you are, you’re a creature of instinct. You’ll need to realize that before you’re ready.”

Permata fixed Celestia with a look of determination while the aftershocks roiled her thick body. “I’m…ahh, fuck…I-I’m always ready. This…isn’t enough t-to deter me…Princess…” Mary noticed that the governor's hands were no longer bound by Celestia’s magic, but she never stopped her stroking. Was it already too late?

Celestia shook her head slowly. “Poor woman. You think that’s a penis you’re holding. Bigger and fatter than any you’ve ever seen, but still just a penis. Your instincts know better, Permata. This is Princess cock.”

Her nuts heaved, and a long pulse of pre landed upon Permata's feet…once, and then again, soaking the expensive black heels. The human gasped, as if she could feel the heat through the leather.

“Mmm…” Celestia’s sultry moan was unabashed. “Permata…my blade is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. It is a conqueror. Its only purpose is to invade. It seeks out warm holes and breaks them open…stretching them out…pushing aside everything to get to that last, lonely place deep inside. Have you ever been wombfucked, Madame Governor?”

One of Permata's hands reflexively flew to her belly, as if trying to protect her secret sanctum. “But…but that’s impossible-”

“Not for me.”

Permata chuckled, though even that was shaky. “Doubtless. I don’t…think I’ve had the pleasure, actually.”

“Oh, you’d know.” Celestia put a hoof over the governor's splayed fingers, acknowledging that forbidden spot…then she dragged the digits higher, until Permata was touching her own heartbeat. She whimpered at the implications.

“The cervix is not the final barrier,” Celestia murmured, confirming Permata's thoughts. “My cock is going to re-shape you, inside and out. You will never be the same, and even I can’t predict exactly how you’ll come out the other side. The only thing I can say for sure…is that you’ll crave it for the rest of your life.”

Celestia’s hoof reached Permata's chin, and she tilted the woman’s face upward as they met eye to eye. “Knowing all that, will you still take what I have to give you? Think carefully before you answer, Madame Governor.”

Permata's gaze was unwavering. “We both know we’re…you’re past the point of no return, Sun Princess.” Then her voice went low, and Mary almost didn’t hear her next words. “If I turned away now…if I asked you to stop…you wouldn’t listen. You wouldn’t let me just walk away…would you?”

As if in answer, Celestia’s hoof went to Permata's soggy cunt, pushing the barely-there cloth a few inches deeper into the woman’s needy hole. Permata gripped the Princess’ forearm, gasping at the sudden action, but she might as well have been trying to stop the movement of the planets.

“Beast,” Permata hissed. “This is my island. This is my home, and you will be subject to its rules. Otherwise, a certain inconveniently honest pony starts doing interviews. Do I make myself clear?”

It was a reasonable position, and Celestia gave it all the consideration it was due. After pursing her lips in thought for exactly two seconds, the reply came easily.

She took a step forward, forcing Permata to stumble in retreat. Celestia kept walking, pushing the Governor back until her calves hit the edge of the plush couch and she fell heavily on her well-cushioned rear, legs spread where she landed. The defenseless Permata sputtered in indignation, but her voice died when she saw Celestia’s hard look.

“You seem to be confused. Let me explain to you how this is going to go.” Celestia’s voice was thick with lust. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. That’s all. As rules go, it’s a very simple one; someone in your position should have no problems following it. Now, turn around and show me your fat ass, Madame Governor. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Permata hesitated. This was the “before.” The next few moments would be the “after.” Crossing that boundary took some doing. Mary knew that better than anyone.

“Mistress, please!”

Applejack’s anguished cry brought them all up short. As perhaps the only one who was more or less unaffected by the experience of Celestia’s cock, she must’ve felt like she’d landed in a madhouse. The pony looked as if she was straining against invisible bonds in a struggle to take some action, any action, that might prevent the inevitable future.

“I don’t…I don’t understand why ya hafta do this. Ya can fuck whoever ya want! Why ya gotta do it this way? Is this really who ya are? Answer me!”

Permata did not speak right away. There were no sarcastic quips from her, no demands for obedience. Something in Applejack’s voice went beyond the bonds of master and servant, into a strange new realm, and the governor could not help but respond to it. Honestly.

“Pretty girl.” Permata's voice was sweet, but firm. “This is what I want. What I’ve always wanted. Today…this minute…is the start of my real life, one lived in truth, without reservation, in front of anyone who might care to look. I’ll want you by my side, my beautiful pony, to help me weather the storm that’s coming. I can do it all by myself if I have to, but I’d rather not. Can I count on you?”

Applejack dipped her head into something like a curtsy, and there was a resignation in the motion that seemed completely out of place coming from one of the Legends.

“Always.” The sound of the word tore something out of Mary’s heart that she hadn’t realized was still there.

Permata nodded, then turned her attention back to Celestia, who at least had the good grace to let the moment pass without comment. Still, the alicorn stamped a hoof in impatience.

The governor brought her thick thighs together. Slowly, almost shyly, she slipped her useless panties down off her wide hips. Spreading her legs again, she let the scrap of cloth hang cutely off one ankle while caressing her sensitive outer folds, in full view of the whole world.

Permata's pussy was covered in a forest of curly brown hair, matted throughly with whitish juices. She ran her fingers through the soaked tangle, picking up strands of cream and letting them fall like rain on her wide-open cunt lips, reddened and engorged and pulsing with the need to be filled. Her thumb-sized clit twitched like a small cock, and every drop of juice that landed upon it made her hips jerk in an uncontrollable spasm.

“You…a-ahhh…you may be a Princess…b-but I’m a bit of a queen…if you follow my m-meaning.” Permata made a fist, and she groaned as her furry, clasping hole accepted it up to the wrist, displacing a wash of fresh cream that only added to the upholstery’s ruin. “I’ve been…p-practicing…but there’s no substitute…for the r-real thing…is there?”

“Quite right.” The Princess reached down to draw the thrusting fist out of Permata's swampy cunt, and she brought it to her wide-open, saliva-dripping muzzle, engulfing it entirely. When Celestia extracted the limb once again, it was spit-shined, with not a hint of the governor's essence to be found.

Celestia licked her chops, savoring the taste. “Whatever you were doing, it won’t be enough. All you humans are tight to me. Permata, why do you think you’re still in control of this situation? I gave you an order. Do as I command.”

Mary no longer bothered trying to hide her intense arousal, putting a foot upon the oversized couch she was sat on and letting her little black dress ride up to her waist, the better to paw at her own overheated pussy. She wasted no time, tearing away the flimsy cloth of her panties and going straight to three fingers, down to the last knuckle, making a sexy squelching sound as a runnel of cream ran down her wrist.

She couldn’t help herself. That voice.

Permata was hearing it for the first time, up close and very personal, and the doctor could see the desire to please in those dark eyes, breaking right through the hard emotional shell that those in her line of work built around themselves by necessity. It made no difference who she was, or how much influence she had, or how much money she could wield. All that mattered was a thick slab of cockmeat, and a bearer who would not take “no” for an answer. It was useless to resist.

Permata turned around on the plush couch, bringing her knees onto the cushion and spreading her legs so that her wide, Earth goddess ass, the color of fresh bread and just as soft, was presented to Celestia in all its glory. The governor put some extra motion in her hips as she arched her back — just enough to let her meaty cheeks clap with an inviting rhythm.

Celestia took a step forward, attracted to the enchanting flame of Permata's display on a fundamental level.

“Outstanding.” It was a growl like a tiger’s. “But you’re still holding back. You wanted to give these fine people a show, so go ahead, Madame Governor. Show us everything.”

Permata's eyes flicked to the crowd that had seemed to double in the past few minutes, and Mary followed her gaze. Behind the phone cameras, the doctor saw many different faces. Some were filled with disgust, others anger, and still others simple, self-serving calculation.

But mostly she saw raw lust, plain and unhidden. It was clear that the vast majority of the watchers in the glass-covered house simply wanted to see some action, of a type they’d never seen before. Consequences were for later.

“Give the people what they’re looking for,” Mary muttered as she fucked herself harder. “This is your moment. Let it live in infamy.”

Permata reached behind, gripping one juicy ass cheek in each hand and spreading herself wide to reveal the dark brown hole deep within. It twitched as drops of equine saliva soaked the wrinkled rim, while below, reddened cunt lips split a thicket of brown curls, drooling silky fuck cream between the governor's thick thighs.

“Is this what you desire? Am I doing it right?” Whether Permata was speaking to Celestia, or the voyeur horde watching, was unclear. “I want you to accept all of me, Sun Princess. Use me to…AGH! W-what are you…AHHH! God! F-fuck!”

Celestia had taken the initiative. Before the first words were out of Permata's mouth, the alicorn was already moving to mount the bitch offering herself so shamelessly. She almost covered the governor completely as she squatted over her, planting her front hooves on the low couch back while aiming her fat breeder at the winking target beneath.

The Princess grunted, pressing the wide tip of her fucktool against Permata's rear orifice, and gouts of fresh cream pumped from inexhaustible tanks to further grease her entry. But only so much could be done to prepare a human body for such a violation, and from the barely perceptible glow surrounding Celestia’s spiral horn, that was by design.

“You want?”

The pressure slowly increased on Permata's resisting rear, while the governor's fingers frantically grasped at Celestia’s trunk of a cock in a vain bid to slow its advance.

“There’s still some defiance in those eyes, Madame Governor. For that sin, I’m going to annihilate you, starting with this…grunt…tiny little asshole.”

Celestia leaned over Permata's body, bringing her muzzle to the governor's ear, and the human moaned as that impossible slab of cock grew ever more insistent.

“You will never know the full story of Twilight and I.” Celestia’s hiss was venomous. “But this should give you some idea.” And her thunderous haunches stirred.

Permata screamed as that recalcitrant back door began to give way.

Celestia’s words had been loud enough for the closest microphones to hear. Mary had definitely heard…and it made her come like a freight train, wildly thrusting her hips while squirting cream high enough to rain upon her own body. Within the haze of orgasm, the doctor reveled in the knowledge that Permata's threat only made the Princess even more determined to assert her indomitable will.

Celestia was a virtuoso at using cock to sweep away all resistance. Permata was certainly finding that out now, as the world stood in shocked witness.

Speaking of…

Mary’s gaze roamed to Applejack while the afterglow settled in. The pony was frozen solid, and there was an uncomprehending look upon her freckled face as she watched her mistress struggle to take what she had coming. Mary could only guess what wild thoughts were swirling in that straw-topped head at such an incredible sight.

It was time to find out. Mary still had her part to play, after all.

Chapter 5

The doctor tried to make herself somewhat presentable, pulling the hem of her dress down with sticky fingers as she rose from her soiled seat, but after getting off in full view of the entire world, she was quickly running out of embarrassment. She slunk over to Applejack, draping a friendly arm across the small pony’s withers as they both took in the show a few feet away.

“Hey there, Applejack. Or can I call you AJ?”

Applejack scarcely seemed to recognize Mary’s existence, giving the human the barest flicker of attention before turning back to her mistress.

“Applejack it is, then.” A flicker was enough. “So…this is some wild shit, huh? Watching the governor of Bali get her guts straightened out by your Princess live and in person, that is. Seriously, if you’d told me a year ago-”

“She ain’t mah Princess.” Applejack’s voice was quiet, but steady. “Been centuries since I mighta called ‘er that.”

The crack widened. “Fair enough. I mean, I think it’s kinda funny that this is how you two end up reconnecting after all that time…but you probably don’t see the humor in it, do you?”

“Nope.” There was the barest hint of a drawl that Mary found adorable.

“Yeah.” A pause. “Then, how do you see this situation? Tell me. The two of us aren’t enemies, last I checked.”

Applejack didn’t reply right away. Mary was considering other openings when the pony took a deep, shuddering breath, coming up for air at last after immersion in her own thoughts.

“She…she ain’t quite like ah thought she’d be.” Applejack spoke slowly as she turned things over in her mind. “She’s actin’ more…” The pony trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Angry? Bestial?” Those were both ways that Mary might have described Celestia’s in-progress obliteration of Permata's anus, but Applejack shook her head.

“Methodical.”

As if in reply, the governor let out a cry of distress, which was followed by an obscene squelch. The head of Celestia’s monstrous prick had finally broken down Permata's stubborn rear entrance, and now Mary, Applejack, and everyone else could clearly see the first few inches of cockmeat slowly sinking between the brown globes of that fat ass. Celestia groaned at the near unbearable tightness around her glans, while Permata gibbered, unable to fully process such pleasurable pain.

“Oh, Madame Governor. I wish you could see the way your asshole blooms around my big dick…the way the light catches the rim as it stretches to let me in.” Celestia worked her thick haunches, forcing more of her affection into that sucking hole.

“Ghhhaaa! T-too much! Too big! Y-you’re…you’re…you’re…you’re b-breaking me open! It’s too fucking big!”

“Yes, it is.” Celestia widened her stance, preparing for maximum penetration. “I’m impressed you can still speak, frankly. In that case, let’s see how much further we can go.”

Permata's buttocks trembled like jelly, and she clawed strips out of the plush upholstery as Celestia bore down, burying an impossible length of cock inside the governor's matronly body. It was probably for the best that Permata could only feel the ruination of her tortured asshole — if she had the same view of the shocked observers, her mind might have been forfeit.

“FFFuuuuuck.” Celestia squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face to the sky and moaning in utter bliss as the crushing pressure of Permata's anus massaged the first half of her mighty length. “So…fucking good!”

A wide grin appeared on the alicorn’s muzzle. “Do you hear that, Madame Governor? The sound of utter silence from all your hangers-on? They can’t turn away, even if they don’t know whether to be horrified or violently aroused…or both at once. I love it. Awakening new fetishes is a truly satisfying hobby.” Celestia shuddered, and her smile became a grimace as her nuts lifted in their smooth sack. “I’m such a…b-bad…influence…ahhh, God!”

A long, loud spurting sound filled the air, and the length of Celestia’s cock still uncovered throbbed wildly as a jet of thick seed splattered against Permata's insides. The Princess’s balls clenched and relaxed, and Celestia took a deep breath, pleased to see that not a drop escaped the tight seal around her prick.

“Ha…ha, ha.”

Celestia tilted her head in surprise at the throaty sound coming from Permata. The governor weakly gave a look backward at her counterpart, and though she was shiny with sweat and strands of long, lustrous hair partly covered her face, her sneer was unmistakable.

“Your stamina…needs work…Sun Princess.” Her words came in exhausted gasps, but it was easy to hear the note of triumph. “Or was my tight rear…just a little…too much?”

Celestia blinked.

“Oh. Oh, my. You poor, deluded hole. Did you really think that was my orgasm? That tiny splash of precome? Good heavens. You have no idea…no clue about anything, do you?”

The twist in Permata's lips vanished in a heartbeat. “What? But, that…you can’t be serious…I’m so full…”

“I haven’t begun to fill you yet.”

Celestia leaned forward, burying her nostrils in Permata's tresses to inhale the fresh scent of shampoo that was not quite overpowered by the alicorn’s pervasive musk. “There’s a saying in Canterlot. Something like, ‘underestimate the Princess at your peril.’ I’m not sure who started it, but it’s been around a long time. Let me show you why.”

The Princess opened her mouth and bit down on a thick bundle of Permata's rich brown locks. She pulled back on the natural reins, causing the human to yelp in pain as her head came up and the curve of her back was forced into a new shape. At the same time Celestia drew most of her steaming prick out of Permata's ass, leaving only the wide tip embedded within.

The governor whimpered, dreading what was about to happen next.

Celestia slammed her muscular haunches forward, and three feet of cock vanished as the alicorn’s equine hips met Permata's buttocks with a crack like a gunshot, sending a ripple across the jiggly, nut-brown flesh. There was scarcely time for a scream as Celestia pulled back and drove forward again with just as much force…then again…and again, until she was fully fucking the hapless woman into the couch, grunting like a beast with fragrant hair clenched between sharp teeth.

Permata gasped and groaned as the Princess rocked her thick body. At times, she was hard to make out underneath Celestia’s rutting, Clydesdale-sized frame, but Mary could at least still see the delicious look of sweet agony on her face as she reached out a trembling hand toward her.

As if the doctor would lift a finger to help. Besides the fact that getting between Celestia and her quarry was like trying to snatch food from a starving wolf, Mary was fully enjoying the night’s entertainment. She wouldn’t stop it for anything or anyone. Not for money or jewels, or power. This was what she lived for; she knew that about herself now. What could be better?

But, wait. No. Permata's desperate gaze wasn’t fixed on Mary.

Applejack was watching her mistress’ dissolution with a stricken expression. She raised an unsteady hoof, as if she might take Permata's hand to extract her from her predicament…yet she made no move to approach. Perhaps she felt the same sense of instinctive self-preservation when it came to interrupting Celestia’s play…but Mary knew that wasn’t all.

The doctor was still touching the pony’s side. She could feel the intensity of her pulse, and the near-hyperventilation of her breathing. But more than that…Mary could smell her. Applejack’s body was even more honest than her mind, if such were possible.

That made things much easier. The doctor looked back and forth between Permata and Applejack, visualizing the taut string of fate connecting the two as she prepared for the next step.

Mary snuggled closer to the legend, breathing in the fragrance of arousal like a drug. If the doctor could bottle the scent of excited pony pussy, she’d be a millionaire — the clientele list might be small, but she could name her price.

“Don’t be afraid for her,” Mary murmured. “She’s getting what she needs, that’s all.” Mary’s hand brushed Applejack’s flank, tracing the impossibly perfect representation of three apples, like a painting upon the living canvas. “It’s something you’d never be able to give her. Could you?”

Applejack went still for a while. Even her heartbeat seemed to stop. Then she shook her head.

Mary chuckled, not caring if the pony could hear her amusement. Being able to fuck with someone pathologically incapable of telling a lie was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. It made the whole trip worth it.

“You know your place. That’s good.” Mary could feel her own heat rising again, steadily building off Applejack’s excitement. “You know, sometimes I get a little jealous when I watch. It adds some spice, I’ve found. Not all relationships can handle that, but when your lover is a goddamned sex monster, you kinda hafta roll with it.” A pause. “Are you jealous, Applejack?”

The pony bit her bottom lip. Then she nodded.

Mary’s touch went rearward. She marveled at the iron-hard musculature of the pony’s haunches, so different from Celestia’s softness.

“Which one are you jealous of?”

Applejack turned to Mary with a scowl. Mary returned the gaze boldly; her serene, expectant expression would’ve made even a Sun Princess proud.

Permata's moans, Celestia’s snorts and grunts, and the sharp, jackhammer crack of hide upon flesh painted a thrilling noisescape. Occasionally, the sound of liquid hitting the floor as voluminous amounts of precome breached that tight anal seal added a new dimension to the filthy symphony. Mary could’ve listened to the sounds on loop all day. A lo-fi remix of Celestia’s lust would force an instant subscription to any service brave enough to release it.

But all that faded into the background as Mary awaited Applejack’s answer. The doctor already had an idea about what she would hear, but the revelation had to be spoken.

“Which one are you jealous of, Applejack? You can tell me. Didn’t I say we weren’t enemies?” That didn’t mean they were friends, either, but Mary didn’t mention that.

Even with her angry look, the flush in Applejack’s cheeks and the aroma of her own particular musk gave away her true longing. She seemed to realize this as she turned back to the anal devastation happening on the couch, averting her eyes from the doctor as if Mary could peer into her innermost thoughts.

It was too late for such defenses now, and they both knew Applejack was honor-bound to answer. Gritting her teeth, the pony gestured to Celestia as the alicorn increased the pace of her rapid-fire fucking.

“Reckon I cotton more to the one on top than on bottom,” Applejack muttered.

“I see. True to type, then.” It was hard for Mary to imagine someone like Applejack passively letting herself get rutted, thought it really was a waste. The sculpted haunches under Mary’s wandering hand seemed made to take a good, hard plowing. And beyond that…

Oh, yes.

One thing Mary found utterly fascinating about Canterlot ponies — as a biologist and as a degenerate horndog — was the strange, almost magical duality of their genitalia. It was such an intriguing phenomenon, like a special case of Celestia’s cloaking: a pony’s party parts were almost impossible to make out if they weren’t aroused, unless you cared to get uncomfortably close. One might think the bits of a species that pranced around in the nude would be easy to spot, but the lowered tail of a pony was a physical and perceptual shield to any onlookers. Applejack might as well have been a doll carved out of plastic when Mary had first sen her.

But now, as Applejack’s tail flagged high with her arousal, Mary could finally feel the sticky wetness she knew would be hiding between those mighty haunches. And yet, as the doctor slid a probing finger into the pony’s slippery folds, she met a crushing tightness she hadn’t expected.

Applejack grunted at the intrusion, but she didn’t try to stop Mary’s sport. The pony had officially arrived at the “any port in a storm” phase of arousal.

Emboldened, Mary tried to get another digit next to the first, but that squeezing channel was almost impossible to overcome. And then, before she could explore further, she met a thin barrier just inside. Mary gasped at the sensation, unable to hold back a grin.

“You don’t have much…experience with this kind of stuff.” It wasn’t a question. Between that untouched hymen and what Mary knew about Applejack’s history, it all added up. “You have a wish though…something secret, deep inside-”

“Hush,” Applejack growled. There was a thrilling danger behind the command that Mary had not heard before, even when the pony was being tossed around by Celestia. “You don’t know a goddamn thing about me.”

“I have a pretty good idea.” Mary pushed past the pony’s anger. “You loved them, didn’t you? All of them. Pinkie, Fluttershy, Dash, Rarity…and especially Twilight. They were all special to you.”

“That ain’t no secret,” Applejack spat. “They was my best friends in the whole world. Still are.”

“You were their best friend,” Mary countered. “They were much more than that to you, though.”

“I said, you don’t-”

A piteous wail interrupted them. Permata was now draped over the backrest of the couch, and black eyeshadow rolled down her cheeks as she bore the brunt of an onslaught that was ever increasing in its intensity. Hot steam seemed to blow from Celestia’s nostrils, and she ground the governor's hair between sharp teeth in her desperate race to empty her full nuts. Smack…smack…smack…the Princess’s heavy balls slapped a sharp cadence against Permata's thick thighs, while her insatiable cock cored out that wrecked asshole like one might scoop out a pumpkin.

“Madame Governor.” Celestia sounded barely sentient as she moaned her warning. “I have…so much…for you…so much…I can’t…” Her words devolved into feral grunts, and she redoubled her manic thrusting, causing Permata to make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a shriek as she prepared to receive the Princess’s sloppy gift.

“Wait, no…I gotta save my mistress…I gotta…Nnn! W-what is…Ahhh!”

Mary rolled Applejack’s pea-sized clit between two fingers, causing the freckle-faced legend to almost crumple to the floor at the sharp pleasure. Did she even know what that nub of flesh was for? If not, somepony was about to get a proper education.

“Permata doesn’t need saving,” Mary hissed, eyeing the pulsing ring of Applejack’s tiny asshole. She gently prodded the exterior with two fingers, enjoying the pony’s startled reaction. Then she applied pressure, sinking the digits deep.

“Ah, fuck! Fuck! Doctor, you can’t, that’s not s’posed ta…Mmmm!”

“You should show a little solidarity with your mistress.” Mary sped up her hands, ramping up to match Celestia’s breakneck pace while Applejack trembled like a fawn, and drops of precious nectar dripped from her tight cunt. “At least she was able to move forward. Permata figured out exactly what she wanted, and she made it happen in front of everybody. Now, she’s showing her true self. And here you are, missing your chance.”

Applejack’s breathing came in gasps. “Mah…mah chance?”

“That’s right. What might’ve happened if you’d been as true as Permata back in the day? If you told them all how you really felt? I get it, though. You were scared, weren’t you?”

“…Yeah. Yeah, I was.” Applejack was no longer even attempting to be circumspect. “I didn’t…wanna change things…I wasn’t sure…what if…”

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” Mary said, slowing down just enough to give a long, slow lick from Applejack’s clit, up her teeny pussy, and all the way to her fluttering anus. She tasted like cider, and the pony’s confused whimpers were sweet music. “The six of you are scattered to the winds. They may never know how you feel. You missed your chance, AJ. If only you were a little more honest, huh?”

Mary stopped.

She removed both sets of fingers from their crushing traps, then she sauntered up to Applejack’s panting muzzle, slipping the tips of her sticky digits into the pony’s slack mouth and thrilling at the tentative, searching movement against her skin. She nodded at Celestia and Permata.

“So, what did you do? You went and fell in love all over again. And now you’re about to make the same fucking mistake, Applejack.” It was a tale as old as time.

Mary’s hiss was forceful against the pony’s ear. “But it’s not over yet. You have a second chance. Are you just gonna watch while it’s stolen from you? By the same fucking bitch who took it last time?”

“No! Dammit…I just…” Truth, in the end. The anger of centuries’ past had become a smoldering pile of ash in the pit of Applejack’s stomach, but it would never completely die.

“It must have been tough, right?” Now the doctor’s tongue was flame, stoking that centuries-old grudge until the heat threatened to engulf them both. “When Twilight told you about that day, I mean. They were all such good friends, being all sad and supportive…and so were you. On the surface, anyway.”

Applejack shot Mary a haunted look. “How…ya couldn’t ‘a known…”

Mary never got tired of that reaction. She took Applejack’s muzzle in her hands, as if the doctor were the only one in the world who truly understood. “Yet, while Twi was pouring her heart out, trying to make sense of the terrible pain inflicted upon her by the one pony in the world she trusted most, the only thing in your mind — the one, shining vision in that neurotic imagination — was a little purple pony being mounted and destroyed from the inside out.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Applejack screamed in the doctor’s wincing face. At the same time, Celestia roared, and Mary glanced over just in time to see the bloated white sacks between those widespread thighs began to tighten, their contents rising up in the alicorn’s overheated loins.

Mary turned back to Applejack, still clutching the pony’s head with a feverish passion. “Fuck you. You weren’t angry at the injustice, oh, no. You didn’t give a shit about Twilight having her innocence stolen from her.”

Mary slowly turned Applejack’s muzzle toward Celestia, forcing the pony to confront the secret truth. “Nah. You were just mad ‘cause she beat you to it.”

Mary almost said “she did it first,” but that would’ve been another lie.

Applejack shook her head like a confused bull. “Stop! I know what you’re tryin’ ta do!”

Of course she did. Applejack was no idiot. Yet, matters of the heart were known for overriding good sense.

“Jealousy is an honest emotion.” They was almost there. “When you look over there, you’re not seeing Permata about to take a full load from Celestia’s balls. Are you?”

“It don’t matter!” Applejack was almost sobbing. “I can never have Twilight! That’s over!”

“Look at who’s right in front of you!” The poor pony really had it bad. “One door closes, and another opens. You think it’s impossible? Too much of a difference in status…in species? Bullshit! But some motherfuckers are dense. You gotta make it clear. It’s all about honesty, remember that?”

Mary stood up and took a step back. “She’s there, calling out for you. Make it clear. Don’t miss your chance again, AJ.”

Applejack’s body was taut as piano wire. She gazed at her mistress like the virgin of the Annunciation, unable to speak, yet craving a single word of validation. A sign, a hint…she needed something to guide the next few moments of the rest of her life.

Permata's mouth worked, gasping for air as Celestia built to a crescendo. The fat princess cock slamming into the Governor was becoming noticeably thicker, stretching that blown-out asshole even wider as it prepared to deliver an ocean of seed.

Yet, Permata had not succumbed completely.

She reached out her hand, and at last, recognizable sounds came from her stricken throat.

“My…sweet…girl.”

It was a desperate plea, but not for help. And with that, the die was cast.

Applejack crossed the distance to Permata in a heartbeat, without a care for the precious straw hat that flew from her head in the mad dash. She came behind the couch, gripping a trembling hand in her own hoof as her other caressed the governor's face, wiping the mascara-black tears as well as she could while trying to keep up with her mistress’s flailing motions.

Mary could only guess at the strange history between the pair, but the implacable force that had originally brought them together had not weakened in the slightest. And now, as mistress and servant came to a final understanding, only the inevitable remained.

Applejack engulfed the governor's lips with her own, moaning at the sweetness she never in her life expected to taste. Permata's eyes closed as she accepted the pony’s tongue, and she sucked on the squirming organ as if her life depended on it, whimpering in her final completion.

Perhaps it was the sight of the two sucking face that did it. Maybe it was the thought of being balls deep in a politician’s ass while the the world looked on, unable to stop what was happening. Or it could’ve been the simple act of asserting her will, as the instinct for dominance she so often had to tamp down was given free rein.

Whatever the reason, Celestia could hold back no longer, and she buried herself to the root into the ruined cock sock below. Her triumphant bellow threatened to shatter the glass that surrounded them all as her nuts clenched, and the thick seed percolating within began to pump through her fat shaft to fill every nook and cranny inside the hapless governor, granting Permata's wish with a vengeance.

“Take it all. That’s right.” Celestia grimaced as her pulsing cock delivered its payload. “Can you feel it? Let it warm you, that’s it. It’s all yours, Madame Governor.”

The paunch of Permata's belly began to expand little by little, until it looked like she’d swallowed a beach ball. But by now, her body was so devastated that it could not hold onto the creamy gift it had been given, and spurts of come messily splattered out of her asshole, soaking Celestia’s thighs and turning the floor below into a lake of pearly seed.

Permata's eyelids fluttered in confusion as Applejack continued to devour her. A line of pure white slowly emerged from the junction of their mouths, turning into a thin drizzle as it ran down the human’s cheek. Another, larger drop appeared, followed by another. And then, all at once, a river of thick come burst from their lips, coating both faces in Celestia’s heat while Permata gurgled madly.

Applejack’s throat worked as she swallowed the alicorn’s essence without a care, dutifully welcoming the warm come into her own belly. She would not allow her reckoning to be interrupted — not even by the Sun Princess’s voluminous orgasm. Besides, she didn’t have the right. Whatever Permata accepted, so would she. That was the path she had chosen for herself, and she would never stray.

Not even faced with the second-hand bodily fluids of one she considered an enemy.

Mary came up behind Applejack, still somehow wearing her little black dress, now soaked in various juices. She didn’t want to miss a moment of what she was witnessing, and from the sounds of phones and cameras clicking, pinging and whirring all around her, she was not alone in that desire. By now, footage of Celestia turning the governor of Bali into her personal come dumpster was all over every video and social media platform in existence — hell, maybe they built a new one just for the Princess. None of their lives would be the same after this night.

And yet, Mary felt a sense of relief. No more hiding, no more awkward explanations. Now, everyone knew what Celestia was all about, and they could take it or leave it. Fuck ’em if they had a problem with that.

Mary reveled in her newfound peace as she watched the freckled pony blissfully continue her sloppy kiss. With a finger, she swiped a dollop of jizz from Applejack’s chin, and as she put her tongue to it, she marveled at how the once familiar flavor had become almost unrecognizable. Like transubstantiated wine, Celestia’s cream had become something new after its fantastic journey.

If this is where honesty leads, maybe there’s something to it. Mary considered the idea for a second, before rejecting it out of hand. No need to get completely foolish.

Chapter 6

Thin, pale ropes connected Applejack and Permata as they reluctantly parted, stretching without breaking while the two gasped for their life’s breath.

The pony licked her chops, unconsciously following the demands of her body as she slurped away Celestia’s mess with her usual fastidiousness. Not even a legend with a grudge was immune to the Princess’s mind-melting issue, though that didn’t mean she had to leave a mess uncleaned. Such was her job, after all.

Permata shuddered, then she spasmed violently as gouts of semen burst from her throat into the musty air, covering her face with a slimy mask of white that dripped in thick clumps. She groaned, sucking in precious oxygen in the struggle to clear her gullet, while Applejack waited with a servant’s patience, gently wiping her mistress’s eyes clean.

Blinking away salty fluids, Permata gazed up at Applejack with unwavering affection. She tried to say something, only to cough up another mouthful of cream, adding to the leavings running down her cheeks. After befouling herself, she sighed, letting the corners of her come-drizzled lips turn up into a rueful smile as she made another attempt at speech.

“My pretty, pretty girl.” Her voice was a hoarse rasp. “Do you still find me beautiful? Even dirtied like this?”

Applejack hesitated, then she shrugged. “Nope,” she replied in her thick drawl.

Permata let out a wheezing chuckle. “Oh, dear girl. Someday, you’ll understand that honesty isn’t always the best response.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Applejack muttered. But her eyelids fluttered at Permata's touch, and she rubbed her muscular thighs together as an innocent cunt burned with unfulfilled need.

Mary scooped the wide-brimmed hat from the floor, gently placing it back upon the pony’s golden-maned head as she observed the two. She wanted nothing more than to jam her face into Applejack’s winking anus and virginal pussy so the legend might learn what true fulfillment meant, but that lesson wasn’t hers to teach.

There was still an agreement to be hammered out. And Celestia wasn’t done hammering…not yet.

The Sun Princess groaned, as if waking up from a dream. She planted her rear legs carefully to avoid as much of the slippery mess on the floor as possible, then her hooves sank deep into Permata's big, round cheeks, establishing a firm grip. Her hips began to move, and the governor whimpered, holding onto Applejack for dear life.

Mary had to see this. Practically skipping to the other side of the couch, she knelt close to the log of flesh still deep within Permata's colon, whistling at the physically implausible stretching of the woman’s anus by that terrible invader. Celestia’s cock widely separated Permata's prodigious buttocks in a way that was only possible with magic, making it look as if she would never be able to dislodge that slab of meat from her poor asshole. Not without a backhoe, anyway.

Celestia was much stronger than a backhoe. She moaned, enjoying the glorious friction against her massive length as she began to slowly extract herself from Permata's sucking colon, all while Applejack held the trembling human in her arms, letting her mistress scream against her tawny barrel.

Inch after inch, foot after foot…the sheer amount of cock seemed never-ending as it came free from Permata's asshole, while bubbling come squelched nastily around the reddened rim, covering the surface of Celestia’s pride with a sheen of white. Mary pulled apart the governor’s buttocks, laying her head upon Permata’s tailbone as she watched the Princess extract herself and wondering the whole while if the imposing human had any regrets.

It was too late for such, of course, but that didn’t matter. “Regret” sometimes felt like a default human condition, but you had to move forward.

Permata seemed to be the kind of individual who could do so. It remained to be seen.

Celestia stopped when the sensitive glans beneath her crown became caught against Permata's rear entrance, and the alicorn hissed as the crushing sensation around her tip became almost unbearable. The Princess pulled with more strength, and Mary could feel the tremors travel from Permata's fat ass through her body, while the governor moaned against Applejack’s orange chest.

“She’s still hard.” Permata spoke in an incredulous whisper. “How is she still hard? A-ahhh! Please…oh, my ass…Celestia!”

Mary’s practiced eye could tell that Celestia had, in fact, softened a little. The tightness and wetness of Permata's anus had done its work, as evidenced by the oceans of seed covering the marble floor, though it would only take minutes before the Princess was ready to rock again. That was the thing that always made Celestia’s new partners truly understand what they’d gotten themselves into. There was insatiable…and then there was the Sun Princess.

The stretched-out rim of Permata's ass widened…and widened…until the tip of Celestia’s cock squeezed out of that ruined hole. The Princess stumbled backward, landing heavily upon her side as she panted, eager to recover her energy. All of them could see the steaming meat between her thighs thrumming, while her balls pulsed in their sack, already brewing up a fresh, hot load.

So much for her. Now, what about…?

At first, there was simply a thick plug of white in Permata's ass, wide enough to admit a person’s head. The jelly-like obstruction trembled, then it broke down, pouring out of the woman’s ass in slow clumps.

“Oh…there’s so much. I’m so full…and I can’t…I can’t hold it. I don’t want to hold it, Applejack.”

Permata spread her legs, and tilted her buttocks skyward.

“Watch me, girl. This is my being. Tell me you still love me.” The flow coming from Permata's ass slowed to a trickle before stopping entirely.

And then, with a groan like an excited cow, a torrent of come sprayed from Permata's depths, covering the entire floor behind her with splatters of pearly white.

“What the fuck? What the fuck?” Applejack could do nothing but repeat the phrase, yet she held on tight as Celestia’s gift ejected forcefully from a stomach that was noticeably shrinking. At times, the sloppy mixture seemed to sputter out at last, and then a new contraction from Permata's depths would send yet more jizz flying across the room.

It was a wild sight. Mary caught sticky strings of the backsplash in her own face, so close was she to the flow, but she didn’t care in the least. As always, she was astounded at how much fluid you could pack into a human body, even when using magic. Where did it all go? Did Celesta create a hidden semen dimension in Permata's guts? The doctor had no idea.

In any case, the end result was all that mattered. And this…was a hell of a result.

After a length of time that seemed as if it would never end, Permata's pearly evacuation slowed to a trickle…and then there was one last burst of porridge-like come that traveled farther than any before it, crossing the wide central space to dirty some unfortunate partygoer’s tailored suit. Mary had little sympathy for anyone caught in the crossfire at this point; they all knew the score.

The governor had been emptied, body and soul. Permata struggled to open her eyes, as if every bit of her energy had gone into that unforgettable display, but she forced herself to meet Applejack’s gaze. In that freckled equine face she saw neither judgment, nor pity, nor disgust…only the natural concern of a loved one when faced with dealing with a lifelong affliction.

“There,” Permata rasped. “It’s all done. Now, tell me you still love me. Tell me I’m not a freakish beast of carnality you can no longer countenance. Please, girl. Now and always, only the truth.”

Applejack’s attention went from Permata to the scalding mess on the floor and back again, as if she needed a moment to process what had happened. Still, she had not looked away, not for a moment. She had been given an order, and it had been properly carried out.

Well…Mary was pretty sure there was more than pure obedience in her actions. After all, the pony still hadn’t had a proper orgasm. Poor thing.

“Mistress.” Applejack took a deep breath before continuing. “It’s only proper to tell ya…ah…ah s’pose I do consider ya a freakish beast o’ carnality. Can’t rightly deny it after all this. But,” the pony said quickly, taking Permata's stricken face in her hooves, “yer my freakish beast o’ carnality. My lovin’ ain’t that weak.”

The simple relief in Permata's smile made the seasoned politician look like a blushing maiden, despite all evidence to the contrary. “Dear, dear Applejack. What did I have to fear? There’s such strength in you…in so many ways. I’m fortunate.” She glanced backward, gasping at the one-woman orgy scene she’d caused. “Good God! Was all that inside me?”

One hand began a slow movement to the void between her wide buttocks. Then she stopped…before pulling away, as if afraid of what she’d find.

Permata turned back to Applejack.

“I want to know.”

There was a kind of mania in her quiet command.

“I want to know what she did to me. Tell me, girl. What does it…look like?”

Applejack hadn’t been in a position to properly see the bodily aftermath of Celestia’s rut, so she had some cover. “Don’t rightly know, Mistress. Wouldn’t worry about it, though. Let’s just get you-”

“You’re gaping,” Mary said with awe as she knelt before Permata's rear like a worshipping priestess. “Your asshole is cavernous. I wish you could see it for yourself.” She didn’t mention the 4k video streams of Permata's destruction that were still live all across the Internet, but one thing at a time.

Applejack gave Mary her customary snarl. “Goddammit, woman, she don’t need ta know-”

“Know what?” Mary asked as she slipped a fist inside Permata's inflamed, blown-out rectum. She felt a warm humidity against her skin, but other than that, nothing but air. “That her little brown star went supernova? Seriously, this is a goddamn work of art.”

Mary opened her fist. Her fingertips barely brushed the come-slathered insides of Permata's colon. “You can’t even feel me, can you? God, she fucked you up so good.”

“I know. I can tell.”

The doctor could scarcely hear Permata's whispers, but Mary understood, as well as if it had just happened to her. It was the uncertainty that did it – not knowing just how badly one’s body had been reshaped by a log of flesh the size of a tree trunk played hell on the imagination. Mary could feel the tension in that voluptuous body as she caressed both halves of Permata's wrenched apart ass, and the tremors that came with every gasp and mutter from the gallery of watchers were utterly delicious.

“I suppose this is a part of it, too.” Permata took a deep breath as her hand aborted its furtive investigation, returning to Applejack’s forelimb. Her quavering subsided a little, and Mary had to admit she was rather impressed at the governor's not yet depleted reserves of strength.

Celestia was watching closely as she lay on her side in her own muck, lazily stroking herself back to full, womb-breaking hardness. If she was also surprised at Permata's resilience, she didn’t show it. On the contrary – her ruby eyes shone in anticipation.

Never let it be said that the Sun Princess shied away from a challenge.

Permata caressed the fine hairs on her assistant’s limbs. “I’ve been changed, dear girl. I’m not the same as I was before. Not after…that.”

Mary felt the governor's pulse quicken. “God…I think…this is more than I was expecting. I’m afraid of what I’ve become, Applejack. I knew things would be different, but…but I…”

Permata lay her head against Applejack’s barrel, then she let out a sobbing moan. Mary heard a hiss of fluid, and she looked down to see steams of milky juices ejecting from between the plump, engorged lips of the governor's cunt to splatter messily against her thighs: spurt, spurt, spurt, each thin jet in time with the contractions of Permata's unexpected come. The rich cream mixed with Celestia’s supernaturally prodigious load covering the floor to create a cocktail that would inebriate even the most accomplished drunkard.

“Oh…ohhhh…” Permata squeezed her eyes shut while she rode out her untouched orgasm. Applejack could do nothing but hold on tight as she looked on in…compassion? Fear? Envy? It was strangely difficult for Mary to read the pony’s expression.

Permata blinked back tears of ecstasy as she focused on the legend holding her up. “Applejack. Would you…do something for me?”

Applejack sat up straighter. “‘Bout time. I’ll get ya a towel and we can get ya home, run ya a hot bath-”

“No.” Permata's voice was gently unbreakable. “I don’t need any of that. What I want you to do, dear girl…is let me go.”

Mary could clearly see the color drain from Applejack’s face. “Ah…ah don’t get it.” But she did. Her body knew, anyway, as she clung tighter to her mistress. “W-what if I don’t wanna let go?”

Permata laughed at her assistant’s struggle, though not unkindly. “You’re much stronger than I am, girl. I can’t make you do it. But if you love me, you’ll release me. Let me fall into the depths where I belong, and let me do it while I can still make the decision on my own. I implore you.”

The look Applejack gave Celestia would’ve shattered glass. “…Goddamn it. And fer what? Fer her? Of all the screwed-up…for her?”

They all saw through the anger. In the end, Applejack was a good girl, and good girls followed orders. She could question, to an extent, but that only went so far. Permata's body was her own, to do with as she pleased…to give to whomever she pleased. If there was a single truth left to the hapless pony, that was it.

Slowly, Applejack released her grip on Permata's arms, revealing pressure marks that lightened the governor's dusky skin. She said nothing more, for there was nothing left worth saying.

“Thank you,” Permata whispered anyway.

The governor slid her knees off the couch, planting shaky feet on the stained floor. She took a moment to steady her legs, while her hands roamed across her own curvy flesh as if experiencing it for the first time. From her wide buttocks, to the paunch of her belly, to the vast expanse of her tits, she took herself in, reveling in the pure sensuousness of her own touch.

She did it easily, without the least amount of self-consciousness. If Permata had been alone in her bedroom, she would’ve looked the same. But of course, she wasn’t alone. Far from it.

In that case, there was only one thing to do. Permata turned to face her admirers.

It looked like the entire island had shown up to watch Governor Gunawan’s fall – more than Mary would’ve thought had been invited, strangely enough. There was a deep ring of onlookers recording Permata's every move, and though there were scattered noises of passion, and even the occasional cry of orgasm, the party hadn’t turned into an orgy. No human display could match the sight of the Sun Princess tearing open a woman’s asshole until it echoed like the Grand Canyon, so why dilute the experience?

They all knew what they were there to see.

“You fucking scavengers. You buzzing insects. You carrion-eaters.” Permata spoke with a disconcerting lack of bitterness as she stretched languorously, like a feline. “Mmm…so many of you have wanted to take me down. To ruin me. But I’m afraid you’ve all been beaten to it.”

One hand went lower, down to a hungry cunt that was still dripping all over the fine marble. Curling her knuckles, she plunged three fingers deep inside, and a slow, steady squelching could be heard even over the murmurs of the crowd.

Permata casually pleasured herself as she faced her people, along with those watching all over the world. She looked them over with a haughty air, like a queen surveying her subjects, even as her mouth went slack and she squeezed a fourth finger alongside the others, leaving a thumb to toy with her oversized clit, stroking against it in perfect rhythm.

“Hahah…ahhh…do you all understand? Do you? I’m a horse’s cock sleeve! Maybe I always have been, but now I’ve been turned out, and nothing less will do.”

“Let me correct you,” Celestia growled as she leisurely fondled the three-foot monster between her thighs. “You’re an alicorn cock sleeve. You’re welcome to try fucking a horse to get your fix, but you’ll just die disappointed. I don’t recommend it.”

The Princess’s expression hardened. “I’m everything you’ll ever need, Madame Governor. But Princess cock demands respect, and you are lacking at the moment. You’re wasting everything I’ve made for you. That’s not good at all.”

Celestia licked her lips like a base harlot. “You know what I want to see. Now lower your head and get busy, before I force the issue. Do it.”

Permata glanced over at Celestia, then her gaze fell to the floor. Pools of pale white sparkled in the bright lights of the mansion like pearls awaiting harvest, and the governor bit her lip, as if considering whether or not to debase herself further in front of the world. Mary knew better, of course. Permata had come too far to back down now, and her debasement was a foregone conclusion.

The governor pulled her fingers free from her sopping snatch with a creamy squish as she went to her knees, a reverent nun before an altar. Her hands swept over the floor, feeling the sticky wetness on her skin that was still warm, a testament to the inexhaustible alicorn heat dwelling within the Sun Princess’s loins.

Permata's eyes twinkled as she met the ever-watching stares of the onlookers with her own challenging gaze. Still looking at the crowd, she followed the order she was given, extending her little pink tongue to the floor to scoop up stringy globs of Celesta’s nectar. She smacked her lips, as if savoring the exquisite taste, then she went back for more, lustily licking the cold marble clean wherever she could reach.

“It’s…good,” Permata moaned as she gorged herself upon the Princess’s seed. “Sweet and salty…and so rich. It’s burning up my insides…why is it so good? Mmph…I can’t…oh, God…I can’t get enough!”

“No need to rush.” Celeste’s voice was languid. “There’s plenty for you. Taste it. Feel it. Smell it. Let my come seep into your mind as you take it inside you…and on you. Bathe in my load, Madame Governor. Enjoy it.”

Permata was doing exactly that. She lay flat upon the ground, letting her enormous tits soak up yet more semen as her fat ass humped into the floor in a fucking motion, clearly displaying her instinctive need to be bred. Then the governor began to writhe on the floor like a happy pig, covering herself with cream from head to toe; even her hair became matted and soaked with fluids. The smell would likely never wash out completely.

“Are you watching?” Permata rasped as she writhed in pure ecstasy, drunk on Celestia’s creamy liquor. “Can you see how I show my devotion?” She rolled to the left, then the right, collecting as much come on her body as she could while scooping dollops of the stuff into her ravenous mouth. “I willingly bind myself to this pleasure…and yet, I feel so free.”

Permata spread her arms, letting the indulgence of the moment sweep her away. “Oh, God…I love my people…and I love my country. But I also love the Sun Princess’s semen. Does that make me a freak? Will you all follow someone so whorish? So filthy?”

“Dunno ‘bout nobody else, but I’m down for whatever.”

Permata blinked hot jizz out of her eyes, not quite believing what she was seeing. Mary was kind of in the same boat. She’d watched closely, almost afraid to breathe while Applejack made her way to her mistress with a look of loving determination. And now that the pony was standing over Permata, that look had changed to one of pure hunger.

“What…what are you doing, girl?” Such apprehension sounded strange coming from Permata. “I’m quite sure I told you to mmmph!”

Applejack covered her mistress’s lips with her own, firmly silencing Permata's objections. The kiss was raw and sloppy; saliva dripped from the junction of their mouths, combining with the come slathered around the governor's face to create a thick, bubbly froth that made them both look like rabid animals.

That wasn’t too far from the truth at this point.

Applejack grunted like the beast she resembled as her broad tongue fought with Permata's, making sticky, slurping sounds that Mary never expected to hear from the normally dour pony. It was a different kiss from before…more base, as if all the yearning, the frustration, and the pure unfulfilled lust that had tormented Applejack for hundreds of years was gushing out all at once, never to be denied again.

The pony’s searching tongue went elsewhere, creeping along Permata's graceful neck and down to the space between her tits while slurping up everything in its path. The governor had only enough time to gasp down a breath of air before moaning shamelessly, loving the unexpected attention despite herself. She made no move to try to stop Applejack. This was happening, and even if she wanted to prevent it, the pony was in no mood to hold anything back.

Not anymore.

Mary knelt next to the couple squirming on the floor, heedless of the slimy mess further staining her little black dress. She was still rather thunderstruck at Applejack’s resolve; the doctor expected the legend to do exactly what she’d been bid by her mistress, heedless of her own unfulfilled needs and explosive emotions. But even good girls had their limits, and sometimes it took the influence of a very, very bad girl to break such bonds.

Applejack had seen the fucked-up, fucked-out truth of her mistress, and she would no longer turn from it, even when ordered to. Instead of walking away, she would fall alongside.

“How noble,” Mary crooned as Applejack bit down on Permata's turgid right nipple, causing the woman to scream her pleasure. “How accepting. Or was it the taste of Celestia’s come that set you off? Understandable, really. Even second-hand there’s nothing quite like it, and I’ve had enough to know-”

A sonorous rumble from the depths of Applejack’s throat stopped the doctor cold. Without stopping her feast, the pony gave a look of dire warning from underneath her ratty straw hat that would’ve made the Mary from a year ago flee in terror. This version of herself was not so intimidated…but she also knew when to back off.

“Fair enough. Guess I can give you the benefit of the doubt on this one.”

Whether because of Mary’s provocation or her own desperate lust, Applejack took hold of Permata with an angry intensity. They made out like the world was ending, rolling around with a passion so violent that Mary had to scramble out of the way lest she be knocked aside, and before long the lusty pony had also covered herself with the residue of Celestia’s load, losing her hat in the process. When the lovers finally stopped their wild thrashing, Permata had somehow ended up straddling her assistant from above, sucking the juices from the fur on Applejack’s orange barrel like it was ambrosia.

“Dear girl…dear, dear, girl…you’re so soft. So warm. I could lose myself in you. How is your body so utterly delightful?”

“Just clean livin’, I reckon. So much for that.” Applejack gripped both cheeks of Permata's semen-glazed ass, letting her hooves sink deep into the jiggling flesh. “Goddamn. You got ‘nough cake back here ta feed an army.”

One digit crept between those two half-moons, only to encounter a cavernous gape where the tight pucker of her anus should’ve been. “She shore did a number on this lil’ asshole, though. You could run a train through this fuckin’ tunnel. Dunno how you could take it all.”

Then, Applejack’s gaze went past her mistress, focusing on an approaching calamity. “Guess I’m ‘bout ta find out…up close and personal-like.”

Two massive hooves slammed down upon either side of Applejack’s head, just barely missing her and leaving fine cracks in the marble floor. Celestia’s bulk cast a dark shadow over the couple below her, while hot steam blew from her nostrils and a feral look blazed in her crimson eyes. The spiral horn on her head shone with a blinding splendor.

Permata stopped her fervent appreciation of the pony beneath her. She raised her head with an unfocused expression, but her body seemed to understand its situation as her back arched and her thick buttocks lifted even higher, offering up all her stretched-out holes to the menace behind her. She didn’t need to look to know what was coming.

“You’re not being fair.” Mary crouched near Celestia’s powerful haunches, lovingly touching the alicorn’s flank as if she was showing off a prized mare. “Did you expect her to just watch you two needy cunts frolic right in front of her? Look at what you’ve done to the poor Princess. Somebody’s gonna have to take responsibility.”

Celestia’s monstrous prick landed between the crack of Permata's ass, causing the woman to buckle noticeably under its weight. The mottled length throbbed with the alicorn’s heartbeat, while cloudy precome oozed from the tip, coating the governor's back with a fresh helping of hot scum. Two sizable nuts rose and flexed in their snowy sack between thick thighs.

Permata began to hyperventilate as her excitement spiraled out of control. “Oh, God…Princess…I need it. I need it, I need it, please, give it to me, please.” She reached back with both hands to spread the engorged lips of her furry cunt, causing a drizzle to leak out of her depths and soak into Applejack’s barrel. “Don’t make me wait. Ruin me. Annihilate me. You promised, Celestia. You promised.”

While Permata raved, Mary watched Applejack closely. The freckled pony’s face was a swirl of conflicting emotions as her mistress begged for destruction above her. A part of her was certainly turned on at the idea of seeing Permata fulfill her purpose as an alicorn come catcher, but Applejack’s anger at the Princess was a chain around her heart that would not easily be broken.

When all was said and done, Permata might be Applejack’s lover, but she would also be a thrall to Celestia’s cock. It was impossible to tell which relationship would be the stronger, and though she was trying to hide it, this fact was eating the pony up inside.

That would not do. Mary would have to take action.

Chapter 7

As the light from Celestia’s twisted ivory began to pulse with a steady rhythm, once again preparing Permata's body to take everything the Princess could force inside, a few stray twinkles of power drifted from the sharp point of the spiral, lazily flowing like motes of dust in sunshine toward Mary’s outstretched hand. Electric tingles ran up her arm, causing her to wince; with her lack of experience, drawing so much mystical power without touching Celestia’s horn was still kind of tricky. And that was only the first step.

Mary couldn’t help feeling a twinge of disappointment as she concentrated, trying to shape Celestia’s borrowed magic into the form she was so familiar with. This was something she’d wanted to save for a special occasion, in an attempt to surprise a being who was famously tough to shake up. She’d been practicing in her mind for weeks, using bits of magic she was occasionally able to siphon off the alicorn to perfect her secret until it was ready for the big reveal…preferably after a good meal, some wine, and a loving rimjob to set the mood. When the time came, it would’ve only been a matter of scaling up her mental model with enough magical energy to make something appropriately…sizable.

Those plans would have to take a backseat to the needs of the moment. Celestia didn’t have many equals when it came to sexual conquest – the events of the last year had made that abundantly clear to Mary. But that didn’t mean she always had to have things exactly her way. Applejack deserved a chance to establish her own kind of dominance…to fight for love, even in the face of the Sun Princess’s all-consuming lust.

She just needed the right tool for the job. Mary gave a mental twist to the pattern in her imagination, completing the hacked-together spell.

Applejack’s eyes went wide, and her hips bucked, almost unseating Permata from her dominant position. She grit her teeth, then a strangled cry escaped from her throat as sensations she’d never felt before gathered in her inexperienced cunt, before spreading throughout her jerking haunches.

A wet, squelching sound could be heard from the pony’s crotch. Permata raised her own hips in wonder at the strange movement between her thighs, gasping at the sight of Applejack’s equine clit pulsing with energy. They all watched in amazement as, with every throb, it grew another inch…filling out, changing shape, growing longer, thicker, and harder…until, with a wail from the orange legend, an opening appeared at the broad, flat tip, and a rope of pearly fluid splashed against Permata's cheek.

The governor gazed, dumbstruck, at the slab of flesh that had inexplicably appeared between herself and her assistant. It was a ruddy orange, with black spots all over, and maybe only a third smaller than Celestia’s mighty organ, yet still intimidating in its own right. Permata seemed understandably wary at first, though ancient instincts soon took over as she gingerly lowered her own leaking cunt to the surface of Applejack’s new cock.

Applejack groaned at the slippery softness of Permata's pussy, completely unused to the heightened sensitivity of her rampant tool. She began to thrust her hips, blindly seeking a tight, wet hole to fuck while her mistress humped her big ass with renewed fervor, searching in turn for something with enough heat and power to fill the hollow void that had been opened inside her.

It was all too much stimulation for Celestia. She grasped her pride with one hoof, pleasuring herself with mindless zeal as she reared back, dragging the full length of her prick down through the valley of Permata's ass until the wide crown touched the entrance of the governor's yawning cunt. Her balls hitched as she blew five human orgasms’ worth of precome into that hairy hole, fruitlessly trying to prepare it for an invasion no orifice could ever be truly ready for.

Permata whined as she felt the backsplash against her thighs. She spread her fur-lined twat wider, plainly advertising her desire to make herself into a perfect royal jizz sock. Before such provocation, there was only one real direction for any red-blooded pussy hound.

It was hard to tell whether Celestia even registered what was happening to the two fuckholes writhing beneath her hooves, but such things were immaterial. The Princess worked her haunches forward, stretching Permata's cunt wide around her flared tip, and she hissed in satisfaction. Celestia was a creature seeking pleasure, and now that she’d found it, she would not stop until she’d fully immersed herself in her hedonism.

Permata began to mewl like a kitten. “My…my pussy! You’re…b-breaking…my…my pussy! I can feel it…stretching! Do it! Make me take it, Princess! Make me take it all!”

Applejack could feel Celestia’s flared ridge scraping against her own cock as the Princess lost herself in her frenzy, causing the pony to howl in frustration. No longer satisfied with outside friction, she found her magical prick drawn like a magnet toward Permata's nethers, currently being reshaped for a custom fit. Applejack prodded her tip against the steadily widening seal between cock and cunt, soaking in the combined wash of hot juices bubbling from in-between.

To no avail. It seemed that there was no way to find immediate satisfaction. Applejack would have to wait her turn until Celestia sated herself…but such a thought was torture. She had to get off, or die from want. She had to…

Applejack looked up past her mistress, locking eyes with Celestia. Something passed between them, an understanding that neither of them could have explained in the moment. But the legend wrapped her forelegs around Permata, staking her claim in no uncertain terms as the muscles in her thighs tensed, revealing the famed power of the Element of Honesty on the brink of dissolution.

“I gotta fuck ya. Mistress…ya gotta let me in. Let me in yer pussy, Mistress. Let me fuck ya.”

Applejack muttered obscenities as she pressed her orange-mottled cock against Celestia’s, shoving hard alongside the Princess’s mighty flare. The pony’s hips flexed as she struggled with her foe, and Celestia growled, recognizing the threat and redoubling her own efforts.

There was a scream from somewhere close by as the pressure from both mighty tools increased to an intolerable level, shaping flesh in a way that no human would be able to naturally survive. And then, with a sharp, sucking pop…the scream went silent.

Later, after much of the fervor died down and the worldwide conversations about this night began to disseminate into the myriad message board and social media platforms all over the internet, the biggest point of discussion inevitably centered around the single greatest moment out of the hours of varied footage in circulation.

Some swore by Permata and Celestia’s first touch, when the governor made her intentions to her rainbow-maned guest as clear as the glass between themselves and the sea. Others raved about Permata's impossible anal impalement, or the firehose of semen afterward that had been clipped and shared and remixed in a thousand different ways within minutes of it happening. Everyone had an opinion, and the online arguments raged on and on, as they do.

But most connoisseurs tended to agree that the most striking visual to emerge from the event – the one that would become synonymous with the the Presidents’ pure, unchained abandonment of any human conception of bodily pleasure – was that of Permata's face at the precise moment when two raging pillars of flesh began to tear her apart from the inside out. Her frozen, soundless cry…her bloodshot eyes…her disheveled hair, wild and free…all of it revealed pure joy and pain and fear and wonder and, underneath it all, a serenity as deep as the blue-green ocean.

There was nothing left but to take it. All of it. Until it was over.

Applejack’s nervous system seemed to be directly tied to her mistress’s. The pony grunted like a demon as she squeezed her magical cock deeper into that painfully tight cunt, widening the entrance to a ridiculous degree while bloating out Permata's stomach so much that the slowly rising outline of her fat prick could be clearly seen as it tunneled into her body. Every ridge and bump inside Permata's vanquished hole started a whole new set of contractions, and soon the governor's constant orgasms were sending clenching waves all along Applejack’s length, almost making the pony weep as she struggled to hold onto herself.

It was no use. Permata's unfathomable carnality was an electrical line directly to Applejack’s loins, making the legend grit her teeth as she shoved harder…harder…looking to claim the ultimate reward at the core of her mistress’s very self. It was hers, and she would not be denied her prize…not now.

An animalistic growl caught Applejack’s attention. Celestia was looking down at Permata's ruined cunt like a dog eyeing a rare steak…and the presence of another at her meal was an intolerable intrusion. She shifted her weight to her rear hooves as she placed one fore hoof on the back of Permata's head, bracing firmly.

Then she bent down, bringing her muzzle past the Governor, to Applejack’s equine ear.

“You think this fake twig frotting against my cock is as good as the real thing?”

Celestia applied steady pressure, causing Applejack to moan as her own prick was pushed aside. Permata let out gasping sobs while her body was deformed even further to make room.

“You’re as deluded as Twilight was. This womb belongs to me…along with the woman attached to it.”

She gave a toothy grin, one that went straight past Applejack’s base yearning and into the oldest, most primal part of her brain.

“Allow me to demonstrate the greatest of many differences between us, little pony. This…is what a cock is for.”

With a fearsome grunt, Celestia shoved two feet of thick, hot flesh into the remains of Permata's cunt. The flared tip barreled right past Applejack’s, conquering territory that had never been touched by pony, alicorn or human.

Permata found her voice. Her banshee wail chilled the blood of every onlooker as she stared, unbelievingly, at the twin columns of cock distending her chest. Organs were rearranged and pushed aside for a nobler purpose, and her hands trembled as she touched flesh she scarcely recognized as her own.

Noises of shock and disgust came from the onlookers, but not a one of them looked away. The spectacle of a woman being dually penetrated by alien horsecock should’ve been a fever dream…yet here it was, deep, hot and loud, with the filling in the sandwich alive and fully cognizant of her fate. It was like witnessing a solar eclipse – a vanishingly rare event that demanded attention, even though the sight could cause lasting damage.

“Fuck! Ah, fuck, goddamn it!” The slippery, crushing friction around Applejack’s prick threatened to short-circuit the pony’s mind into a broken mess. But the sight of Celestia’s leering face as she began to thrust in earnest pushed everything else aside for the freckled legend, and she recovered enough to respond with her own heaving lunge. Together, they violently began to open the way to Permata's untouched cervix, with every bone-rattling drive producing a new, animal-like squeal from the human trapped between them.

Mary lay on her big ass, legs spread wide and black dress pulled up to her waist as she plunged a whole fist into her sloppy gash, adding her own grunts and squelching sounds to the salacious symphony. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, exactly, when she’d come up with the idea of granting Applejack her own dick, but she certainly had no complaints about the result.

Both alicorn and pony had something to prove this evening. The righteous dominance of a born ruler drove Celestia to break down and remold the mouthy sleeve wrapped around her cock until it recognized its true place in the natural order. Applejack’s desire was simpler, but no less pure: she yearned for a love undreamed of, to break the barrier between master and follower as thoroughly as a virgin’s obliterated hymen.

It was so beautiful. The “winner” didn’t even matter to Mary in the end, as long as she could watch it all go down.

“Take her!” Mary hissed into the night as she reamed out her own cunt, imagining she was also somewhere in that thrashing mix with enough cock to stretch a free hole…or even work her way alongside the two rutting beasts, forming a triple-stuffed Balinese delight.

“Claim what’s yours! Make her worship your cocks! Enslave her! Fuck her! Do it!”

Two great snakes fought for supremacy within Permata's body, turning the poor woman into a twisting mass of fear and wonder, struggling to stay sane. Applejack and Celestia stared each other down, displaying feral teeth as they both fucked with quick and deep strokes, making their impaled cock sock shake like a wind chime in a hurricane. There was no thought of rhythm, or any other attempt to make the brutal passage easier for all parties involved…only the urge to dump enough genetic material to overpower all competition, forever.

Five combined feet of cockmeat plunged deeper by the second, with the three deviants utterly losing themselves within a world of pure sensation…

…until at last, Celestia hit bottom.

The alicorn roared in triumph as she felt the spongy opening of Permata's cervix against the tip of her prick, a fleshy barrier with all the strength of tissue paper compared to the battering rams allayed against it. But she did not immediately break down that final door, en route to Permata's most sacred final frontier.

Celestia rested her head against Permata sweaty, come-splattered cheek, so that Applejack saw nothing in her field of vision except the alicorn’s fiendish grin.

“Her womb awaits, little pony. I’ve reserved a cute little spot way in the back for my…grunt…personal use, and I’m afraid there’s no room for visitors.”

Celestia reared her haunches back, exposing a foot of cream-slathered cock to the musky air. Then she slammed forward, knocking any remaining breath out of Permata's tortured lungs as the woman’s innermost opening began to fail.

“You can have fun with what’s left, though.” Celestia licked a serpent’s tongue against Applejack’s twitching ear. “If there is anything left.” And she drew back again, preparing to end their long siege with one final, shattering strike.

Applejack was breathing smoke, barely keeping her orgasm at bay while under assault from all sides. The stimulation of Celestia’s fiery length and Permata's cunt against her own magical tool was swiftly leading the legend down an inevitable path, and even the Princess’s taunts did nothing to hold back that tide. It was a galling injustice, knowing she was about to lose what she cherished most, here at the hour of her life’s greatest pleasure.

“Apple…jack...”

The pony moaned at the sound.

Permata's voice was a far-away melody brought by the wind, drawing Applejack’s attention to her face the way a planet might hold a moon. The human’s eyes were shut tight, with mascara dripping thick black stripes down her soiled cheeks, and her dark red lipstick was smudged like an inexperienced whore’s.

And yet, she was smiling…gently, happily, beaming her affection down upon Applejack with a proud mother’s heart. “You’ll always be my dear girl. No matter what happens. I’m just glad…you’re finally honest.” Permata chuckled with a broken rasp, feebly reaching out to stroke Applejack’s soft muzzle with a shaky hand.

It was only a touch…but that was enough. Releasing a throaty bellow, Applejack surged her cock forward with all the strength left in her abnormally strong hips. She drove straight past Celestia’s prick and flare, crushing them against Permata's vaginal wall as the pony tore through her mistress’s cervix, lodging her own wide tip against the rear wall with an audibly decadent schloop.

Permata opened her mouth to scream…but Applejack was there first, kissing her lover with a fierce hunger as they let themselves tip over into oblivion, unable to withstand the sheer force of their new connection. Celestia howled in anger, then she cursed as the orange pony’s unexpected movement against her cock sent a signal directly to her heavy balls, making them throb with imminent release.

Mary could no longer sit on the sidelines. She hurriedly crab-walked to the rear of the trio, her fist still embedded within her clasping cunt, and she gasped in shocked wonder at the sheer devastation the two cocks had wrought upon Permata's woefully stretched-out hole. Frothy liquids bubbled from the tiny gaps between engorged flesh, soaking everything in a sheen of filthy off-white.

The doctor hefted one of Celestia’s massive balls with one hand, squeezing it like the overripe fruit it was. The smooth sack was burning hot in her palm, and as it contracted and lifted, the alicorn swore loudly in her desperate attempt to keep from blowing her load before her foe. Now that Applejack had beaten her to the ultimate prize, Celestia had to somehow force the pony out…but she was running out of time.

“Mary…ohhhh, you treacherous cunt! S-stop…please…I need to…”

“Shhh.” Mary’s teasing hand rose, brushing lightly across Celestia’s perineum before reaching the Princess’s twitching asshole. It pulsed with every heartbeat, and Mary’s fingers traced lazy pattens over the thick, gray rim.

“Give it up, Tia. Remember what we’re here for. Let me just give you what you need.” Mary licked her lips, trembling like a junkie as she awaited the ponies’ approaching glory. “What we both need.”

“It’s not over yet!” Celestia moaned, though her fat nuts belied her words as they began to throb in preparation. “I can still-”

“Nnnnope.” Mary touched the tip of her tongue to Celestia’s anus, giving it a fluttering lick.

“Goddamn it!” Celestia’s balls pulled up tight, pumping madly as they emptied themselves of their pearly burden at last.

Permata's ravaged body spasmed as a loud, nasty sppllurgggghh sound reverberated from deep inside. She opened her reddened eyes wide, feeling every spare crevice within herself become utterly packed with scalding jizz, and the outline of the two fat cocks stretching her skin quickly lost definition as the gaping cavity resembling the governor of Bali rounded and swelled.

Permata's insides fluttered as she orgasmed helplessly, accepting everything Celestia had to give. Applejack moaned against her mistress’s lips, allowing the fierce contractions to coax out her own nut, and her cock seemed to grow another few inches as it began to pour its load into the packed chamber that was Permata's womb, blessing it with a creamy melange. There were no balls full of come visible between the pony’s muscular thighs, but that didn’t matter. Mary had made sure her rendition of Celestia’s pride was able to deliver just as much as the real thing.

Permata's belly bulged yet further, making her look scarcely human as the two spewing pricks filled her far past the edge of reason. But even Celestia’s shaping magic had its limits, and eventually both cocks were ejected from that swampy morass, forced out by the sheer mass of liquid pressure combined with the governor's contractions. Mary was almost knocked to the ground as the two mighty slabs of spurting flesh glanced against her face, but it would’ve been worth taking a concussion or two to experience what came next.

An ominous gurgling sounded from deep inside Permata's dark, cavernous holes. Mary felt a sense of breathless anticipation, something like what an avalanche victim might feel right before the first soft rumbles. A river of viscous white slowly flowed out of the governor's channel…and then it picked up speed, glooping and blurping thick seed all over Mary’s lower body.

The doctor took a single breath. She blinked. And in the space of that moment, everything exploded.

A wall of goo instantly covered Mary’s body with a deluge of hot come. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet, not a single bit of her escaped the tidal wave of seed set free from Celestia and Applejack’s combined loins…and it just…didn’t…stop. The heavy splattering sound in Mary’s ears seemed to come from everywhere at once, though she could still make out Permata's wails of ecstasy, and her eyes were pasted shut almost immediately as her face became a mask of slimy, opaque jizz.

Underneath it all, Mary was giggling. The feeling of pure filthiness firing her blood as the ponies’ leavings covered her skin made her cunt squirt its own pressurized stream, disgorging her hand as she came beautifully, terribly, falling in love all over again with the sheer, brutal power of horsecock. Mary spread her arms wide, letting the raging stream carry her into a realm of pure debauchery. She came, and came…and came.

Afterward, Mary felt as wrung out as if she’d taken an entire herd in every orifice. She squatted there for another few moments, wiping cream from her eyes, while hard aftershocks made her hips jerk and pop. When she could finally see again, she took in the sweet sight of Permata and Applejack’s tight embrace, the two breathing hard as exertion took its toll at last. The magicked cock, its job done, had already faded into nothingness.

Above them both, Celestia panted. She stumbled backward, landing on her buttocks with a loud sploosh as her softened cock lay quiescent upon her barrel. Her mighty balls, drained of their load, sat quietly dormant between her splayed hind legs.

The Princess took a deep breath as she turned to Mary, once again wearing her usual mask of serenity…but the doctor could feel the pique behind Celestia’s expression.

“I’ll have you make that up to me, Doctor. I promise you that.”

Her gentle tone sent a pang of nervous apprehension into Mary. Doubtless she’d enjoy her punishment, but the Princess could be…creative when it came to such things. It was something to look forward to, in its own way.

The doctor fished Applejack’s straw hat out of the lake of come surrounding her. She put it jauntily on her own head, tittering like a naughty child as yet more come dripped down her brow. Mary would have to have Celestia clean up the scum-covered headgear. It was the least they could do.

She gingerly crawled over to where Permata lay. The governor's eyes had the thousand-yard-stare of one who had seen the face of God, and she barely recognized the doctor as Mary tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hey. You in there? It’s me, Dr. Glazed Donut. Can we talk?”

“Guuugbbbbh.”

Good enough. “Don’t forget your end of the deal. We give you life-changing amounts of cock, and you give us access to Bali. We’ll hash out the details later…after you, ah…recover. That sound okay?”

“Buooohhpph.” Permata hiccuped, then rivulets of pearly seed seeped from her lips, lazily dripping down her chin.

“Thank you for your consideration, Madame Governor.” And Mary laughed at the continuing absurdity that was her current existence. Meanwhile, the sounds of clicking shutters and the flickers of camera flashes merged into a voyeuristic cacophony in the background of her awareness.

There were interesting times ahead.

Chapter 1

The sun was just beginning its final bow toward the horizon.

Stunning reds and oranges lit up the clouds far below in a way that reminded Dr. Mary Parvotti of her youth, riding out with her parents on day-long excursions across their family acres in Montana. Like then, the stars were just beginning to peek out from their heavenly veil, signaling the end of a long day and a well-deserved homecoming.

That would have to wait. This was an evening for work, though officially she would be there for leisure. And instead of the strong, hard muscles of her favorite roan between her thighs, she was being carried side-saddle to her destination by a creature of matronly softness. The pure-white coat, the rainbow mane, the ageless ruby eyes, and the unmistakable sun sigil on her flank marked the being as none other than Celestia, Princess of the Sun Upon the Golden Throne of Canterlot…or Princess Celestia in general. Or Tia, for the special ones.

The foot long spiral of alabaster horn upon her head glowed with a faint light, concocting a spell that encased them both in a bubble of warm comfort. Enormous wings on either side which gently cut through the air — they were at 35,000 feet, and climbing — revealed her alicorn heritage. Wielding a rare combination of earth, sky and magical power, Celestia had ruled her country for a millennium. But now she was in a new land, with new rules, new opportunities…and new problems.

Mary smoothed the immaculately cut black dress down across her ample thighs, then she kept going until she reached Celestia’s broad withers. Unable to stop herself, her fingers wandered backward, toward the mighty flanks she’d become intimately familiar with over the last year.

“Time and place, good doctor. Time and place.” Celestia’s voice, as usual, was as melodious as morning birdsong.

“You’re the last person I want to hear that from,” Mary said with a chuckle. “And you didn’t tell me to stop.”

But the doctor adjusted her play, stroking the strong pinions of wings that could become massive in flight, and tiny when folded. “We don’t have to do this, you know. We can make some excuse. They’d believe you. Why don’t we spend the whole evening frolicking, instead of putting on fake smiles at some state function?”

“You get used to the smiling,” Celestia said. “And this isn’t just any politician. She’s the governor of Bali. I’ll need her help to get the access I desire. You understand why.”

Mary tsked, knowing the Princess was right. Twilight’s…unconventional research had revealed a source of magic in this world where there should have been none, and their only lead was a tiny island in the Southeast Asian country.

So this wasn’t a simple hospitality call. Connections made this night could affect both their worlds. Mary knew this… but it was all so tiresome, still. After almost dying at the edge of space, she found she now had vanishingly little patience for diplomatic bullshit. Thankfully, the Princess had enough experience for the both of them.

The doctor spread her arms, enjoying the gentle currents flowing over the skin not covered by her form-fitting outfit. “Too bad you couldn’t just duplicate yourself, huh? I know you got a spell for it, and it’d solve a lotta problems. Make one to give a speech here, another for a ribbon-cutting there…whatever you need.” She paused. “As long as the original stays with me, you know?”

Celestia half-turned her head to glance back at her passenger. “What difference would it make?”

“Why would I wanna fuck some half-assed copy of the real deal?”

The alicorn returned her gaze to the darkening expanse. “Exactly. If I promise to give my attention to someone or something, I’ll give it in full. I’m a princess, Doctor. Passing off a copy of myself, ‘half-assed’ or otherwise, would be unacceptable.”

Mary winced at her own gauche sensibility. Royalty she was not, and little moments like this made that obvious. She let the strands of Celestia’s flowing mane tickle her face as she considered her reply.

“Sorry,” she said at last. “That’s low-class shit. I should know better.”

Celestia quickly shook her head. “You have nothing to apologize for, my dear little pony. And it’s not a matter of class, but rational self-interest. Being found out would be a disaster. Aside from my own selfish morality, the risk is too great.” The alicorn chuckled as fleeting memories entered her thoughts. “That, and my kingdom has a certain history with clones. Best to stay far away from that kind of magic, take it from me.”

Mary nodded as her imagination ran wild with the possibilities. “Yeah…yeah, I can see how that could get outta hand if it was anybody other than you messing with it.”

“Even I would hesitate, unless at the most dire need. Thankfully, you don’t have to worry about anybody cloning me. Not even if I tried it myself.”

“Hm? Why not?”

“Remember when I told you that I can’t be copied in a dream?”

Mary nodded.

“It’s not just dreams. There’s something about my state of being that is singular, inviolable. Any magical copy of me will immediately become incoherent, and fail. As far as I can tell, there can be only one Sun Princess Celestia in all the world — in any world, in fact.”

Celestia gave a lazy sweep of her wings, and the two gained altitude to avoid a thick copse of cirrus. “I’ve visited many dimensions, Doctor. I’ve seen countless alternate realities, and interacted with similar versions of ponies I know and love. But in none of my travels have I ever seen anyone like myself, with a similar combination of looks, power, and responsibility.”

Mary knew she wasn’t bragging about any of this. It was a basic fact.

“I don’t know why. Perhaps I’ve just been unlucky, and there really is someone like me out there, having a similar conversation with someone like you right this second…but I don’t think so.”

“Badass. Seriously, how cool is that?” Mary enjoyed the thought that such a unique entity was into her, in particular. “Imagine being so strong, the multiverse has to keep all your bullshit in one place to keep track of it all. No way someone could ever get a big head about that, huh?”

“Too late,” Celestia said with a laugh. “It’s true, little pony. I enjoy wielding power. I love the game of manipulation with the threat of it, as well as the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’ve underestimated me. I make no apologies for any of that.”

There was a secret layer behind Celestia’s words that made Mary’s heart beat faster. “Well…at least now you’ve got your Faithful Student around to spar with next time you wanna cut loose.”

Celestia’s throaty chuckle was pure music. “Indeed. After all else, I can at least thank her for that opportunity.”

Mary heard a compressed rumbling sound, as if listening to an ear-rattling noise from a long distance and through water. She cast a look about, frowning at their unwelcome companions.

Two F-35 jets accompanied them from the left and right, at a distance that was just on the edge of reasonable without being completely stifling. USAF colors were barely visible in the evening dark, though the glint of the setting sun off the glass cockpits marked the planes easily.

“You made a hell of an impression on the world, for better or for worse.” Mary waved at the plane on her left; the pilot had surely never expected an assignment quite like this one. “Every nation on the planet was wondering exactly how strong your magic was, and you delivered an answer. I’m just glad the general consensus was ‘let’s not fuck with this one’ instead of ‘let’s do everything we can to kill this existential threat’.”

“I was prepared for either response.” The casual way Celestia said it sent a tantalizing shudder down Mary’s spine. It almost would’ve been worth it to see them try was not a rational way to think, but she couldn’t get the idea out of her head.

“I’m sure you were.” That was a bit more pointed than she intended. “And I’m sure the world is still trying to figure out how best to take you down. At least they came up with an equal access schedule for monitoring you.”

“Monitoring…or waiting for an opportunity?” Celestia ramped her speed as she climbed another few thousand feet, and the jets dutifully followed. “Those aren’t F-35s, good Doctor…not inside, anyway. There’s all kinds of sensing and tracking equipment that shouldn’t exist outside a lab, along with weaponry even I haven’t been able to figure out. And the US aren’t the only ones. Sometimes I feel like the moment I show weakness, the armies of this world will set upon me like wild dogs.”

Mary saw a twinkle in Celestia’s eye that told her the alicorn was thinking of doing something particular. “After living this long, the feeling’s become familiar. I suppose I should resolve the issue in the usual, thorough way.”

The alicorn nodded to one of the high-powered planes. “I could take them out, you know. Even with all the extra bells and whistles. They wouldn’t even see it coming.”

“What the fuck, Tia!” Mary’s heart was pounding in her chest…but she hadn’t said “don’t do it,” and even now, she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Questioning her own sanity, she was suddenly aware that the jets in question were now quite a ways behind, and struggling to keep up with Celestia’s still increasing velocity. They had to be right below the speed of sound now; at this point, the only thing keeping Mary from an immediate redout — not to mention death from exposure — was the Princess’s magic.

Celestia smiled, seeming to understand Mary’s thoughts. “I’d rather not take lives if possible, although it’s not off the table if I’m threatened. But for this sort of situation…”

Mary felt a gentle shudder underneath her as the Princess worked the stiffness out of her legs. She watched in amazement as the pure white wings extended to twice again their length, while rainbow streamers and sparks of white light began to trail from the fluttering feathers.

“…there are other ways to firmly establish dominance.”

There was a thunderous boom, and the fighters trailing them vanished.

A howling wind buffeted Mary and blew the fabric of her dress backward, showing off every contour of her body, despite Celestia’s mystical protection. The doctor held on for dear life to the slender neck beneath her, foregoing decorum to gain a proper spread-legged mount. This made her skirt ride up to her waist, revealing the slinky black panties underneath…but it wasn’t like anyone was watching anymore, was it?

Mary peeked rearward, seeing nothing behind them except a lengthy trail of glittering rainbow light. Ahead, the wispy higher-altitude clouds were coming at them at a ridiculous rush, like a video on fast-forward. Yet, the sound of the wind was now strangely muted…the howling she’d heard before had become barely a whisper in her ears.

“We’re a good bit past the sound barrier,” Celestia said. “ETA to Bali is about half an hour. I’m afraid there are no reclining seats on this fight, but do try to relax all the same.”

“Relax. Sure.” Mary didn’t even begin to question why they could have a conversation without screaming as she bent closer to the alicorn’s head. She couldn’t keep from chuckling. “Tia, I’d say whatever point you were trying to make has been made. They’ll be studying this for months. Is that your plan, to come up with some new crazy shit every time they think they got you figured out?”

“Something like that.” Celestia looked pensive for a while as she sliced through the atmosphere like a glowing bird of paradise, but the doctor’s attention was elsewhere.

Mary could sense the movement of Celestia’s legs kicking off the air as they flew. Though her own thighs, she could feel hard muscles working underneath the soft padding of alicorn flesh, strong and tireless in their labor.

The doctor was abruptly aware of the pounding of Celestia’s heart. It was a supercar engine with perfect efficiency, fueling the Princess with enough energy and magical power to light up an empire. Her breathing was easy and even, like a race horse settled into the groove, and her wings were so enormous, they could keep the two lovers gliding forever.

There was something here that Mary hadn’t really thought about until now, when everything snapped together in her mind. Celestia was a dangerous existence. She took everything humanity thought it knew about the limits of strength, and laughed at their lack of imagination as she soared far, far past.

But it wasn’t just her magical power that was so overwhelming. It was her sculpted body, combining welcoming softness and hardened steel. It was her zealous mind, honed over a millennium and ripened with responsibilities that few could imagine.

And it was her lust. Inexhaustible…dangerous…needy…yet tightly controlled, almost to a fault. No…not almost. Mistakes had led to tragedy. Still, Celestia’s urges were as much a part of the Princess as Mary’s were to her. They could not be separated.

As a representative of humanity, Mary was certainly thankful for Celestia’s relative restraint up to now. There was something incredible about one with all this strength and force of will, happily working with others instead of running wild.

But she could run wild. At any time, at her merest whim…Celestia could.

A hot and fluttery sensation, familiar yet unexpected, settled deep within Mary’s core. She slowly began to rock her silk-covered cunt against Celestia’s broad back, knowing the Princess could feel the wetness seeping through.

“You said…” Mary started again, struggling to get her voice under control. “You said you’d be able to…take out…those jets we just left in a haze of rainbow dust. Were you…serious?”

“About what?” Celestia’s own tone was carefully neutral. “Whether I’d actually commit cold-blooded murder? No, little pony. I would never do such a thing.” She went silent for a moment. “About the possibility? Yes. Easily.”

Mary bit her bottom lip at Celestia’s willingness to play along. She set her mouth next to the Princess’ flicking ear, letting the huskiness come out of her throat. “Is that right? Well…what would happen next? ‘Cause it wouldn’t end there, surely. The U S of Fuckin’ A wouldn’t sit still while you’re blowing up their shit. How far would you be willing to go?”

The doctor could feel her own thrumming heartbeat synchronizing with Celestia’s as she waited for the answer, and Mary felt a spasm of pleasure when the alicorn spoke again.

“If I truly wished to end all dispute…then, instead of heading to Indonesia…I’d cross the Pacific to head straight for the west coast of the US.” Celestia was hesitant at first, but the strange eros of the situation overcame her good sense, as usual. “I’d disable every nuclear launch facility in North America. Then I would destroy every carrier, and every submarine.”

Fuck. “What else could they do but watch, as a goddess obliterated the might of their entire military? I bet you’d make it look good, too.”

“Of course.” There was a new tension in Celestia’s reply that made Mary’s cunt twitch. “History would tell that no less than the majesty of the Sun itself took vengeance against the hapless country. I would deliver a thousand years’ worth of retribution…Mary…Mary, I…”

A loud thump came from the bottom of Celestia’s barrel…then again, and again. Mary laughed at the sound of the Princess’ mighty flared prick and tumescent balls finally coming out to play. Peeking over the side, the doctor saw a streamer of thick, cloudy precome flowing from that oversized tip, joining the glowing trail behind and perverting the otherwise glorious Lisa Frank spectacle.

“It’s okay, Tia. I’ve got you.” Mary put a hand to the base of Celestia’s twisted horn, taking in the not unpleasant shock of active channeling while adding her own direction to the flow, the way she’d been taught. Without her own personal source of magic the doctor couldn’t do much, but recently she’d gotten much better at manipulating her lover’s massive supply of mystical energy for her own purposes.

That probably said something profound, but neither of them were in a profound mood.

Mary concentrated, and Celestia groaned as a magical sleeve of telekinesis enveloped all three feet of cockmeat, shining in a rainbow hue but in reverse, like a photographic negative. The bumps and ridges on the inside crafted for maximum stimulation were an especially devious touch, proving their worth as the doctor gave a single stroke back and forth, causing the Princess to fuck into the tube with fearsome desperation.

“Shhh. It’s okay,” Mary cooed as she humped her own drenched cunt in matching rhythm. “You weren’t done yet, were you? I’m sure the good ol’ Red, White and Blue still thinks it can win. Gotta disabuse ‘em of that notion, but how? Keep talking.”

“Mary…this is fucked up, even for you.”

“I’m not looking for flattery.” The doctor gave a bit of a squeeze and twist, causing Celestia to hiss in pleasure. “Be a good girl, and I’ll get you off. But you gotta give me what I want.”

Celestia kept up her intermittent thrusting as she continued. “Electricity. I’d…seize control of all of it. Every power grid would fall under my command-”

Mary stopped her gentle movements, and the Princess let out a very un-royal whimper. “Nah. No shit you’d do that. Give me something better…something harder. The whole country should be wallowing in regret by the time you’re finished. Show me what that looks like-”

“I’d need to shed my skin.”

Something about the whispered words made Mary shudder, and she stayed silent, stroking hard as she waited for the Princess to fill in the gap.

“Yes. I’d shed my skin, the way the break of day sheds the night.” Celestia’s voice grew louder. “I’d take on another form, terrible and wondrous, giving me dominion over the very rhythms of life itself. I might deny light…or boil away lakes…there would be heat upon heat, without ending, and no way to stop it…except to do my bidding.”

Mary’s quick magical motions sped up beneath Celestia, while the doctor’s own humping grew wilder and wetter. “Goddamn…yeah, that’ll do it, Tia. Drive ‘em crazy. Just a fuckin’…overwhelming show of force. You’ve used that trick before, you despot. C’mon, we both know conquest was kinda your thing. How’d that work out for you?”

“Beautifully,” Celestia moaned, not even bothering with a denial. “Entire nations would cry out for mercy. At first, they hated me…but that was like hating a storm, or a tidal wave. After enough time…”

Celestia grunted, temporarily losing the thread as she focused on the building pressure in her loins. “A-after enough time…hate becomes…worship!”

“Now we’re getting serious.” Mary gave Celestia’s horn a long lick, thrilling to the electric taste of the magical current. “So that goddess shit wasn’t always just for show?”

“There are…older civilizations in my world…that still revere…Tia of the Dawn…oh, God, Mary, take it all. Take this cock.” Celestia’s flight path began to wobble noticeably, and they were losing altitude, but neither of them cared. The alicorn’s haunches flexed as she fucked Mary’s telekinetic cunt with a breeder’s intensity, and the doctor followed stroke for stroke, having peeled away drenched panties to rub her engorged pussy and clit directly against her lover’s body.

“Tia. I’m t-taking it all, Tia.” Mary felt like she was directly tuned into Celestia’s raging libido as she bounced her big ass; she could almost feel the Princess’s driving power ruining her insides. “Hold me down and fuck me ‘till I know my place. I can’t stop you. Make me love it!”

“I will, little pony. I’ll gladly break you…and all the rest of them.” Celestia’s growl of supremacy almost made Mary come right then and there. “Every senator, every representative…every leader at the highest levels will pay tribute to me and my cock, or they will never see another sunrise. I will become a permanent part of their history. When they pray, they will pray to me. When they c-come…oh, fuck…t-they will scream my name! They will tear down all their monuments, and build new ones to my glory!”

Mary could sense the Princess losing control, putting them on a glide path into the Java Sea, but bailing out was turning out to be much less important than getting off.

“There’s a certain point,” Celestia growled, “where they lose hope. For a while, they think they can rebel. They think I’m not aware of their little meetings, their furtive plans for liberation. They have so much conviction…right until I crush everything and everyone they’ve ever loved for their defiance. You can see it in their eyes, then. The will to live simply…vanishes, and they become obedient little drones forever and ever. Ponies have always had such fragile hearts, Doctor. Do you think humans are the same?”

Mary picked up on the strange, almost alien tone in Celestia’s voice, but she was too far gone to care. The horizon twisted and looped wildly as the two of them careened from one end of the sky to the other, yet the doctor couldn’t keep from slamming her rear upon her mount over and over again, soaking the alicorn’s back and her own crotch with wet splashes.

Mary had an inkling about the early days Celestia spent consolidating her rule, but she’d never asked for specifics, and the Princess rarely spoke of ancient history. Hearing such details from the alicorn herself, Mary should have been horrified.

Yet she had long stopped questioning her own reactions to Celestia’s methods. Morality was more complex than that. As long as there was a way back, she could still lose herself.

“You were a tyrant.” The word was blasphemous in Mary’s ears, as one who valued her own freedom above all else, yet she thrilled to the sound as she humped, fiercely mashing her cunt against Celestia’s soft hide. “But it wasn’t politics for you, was it? It was fun. You loved being the bad bitch.”

“I was the baddest. And who says I stopped?” Mary’s magical grip could barely keep up with Celestia’s wild fucking now, and the alicorn’s massive balls rumbled with the need for release, even if the only receptacle was the night sky. “Mary…the world will be watching, Mary. They’ll see me dismantle the world’s largest military, and take the richest country on Earth as my fiefdom. They’ll see all those leaders bow down to me, and they will shudder as I exact public vengeance on those who dared to stand against me.”

In front of them now was not the black of early evening, but the dark blue of the sea as it rose to meet them. “A-and do you know, little pony, how those other countries would fight back? Do you know what they would risk to try to d-destroy me? Do you know what they’d do in response to the takeover of a world superpower? Can you guess?”

Mary opened her mouth to answer, but the single word was literally drowned out by the loud bang and roar of their protective bubble hitting the waters head-on. For a few moments, the doctor had a first-hand look at the regional sea life as it darted out of the way of the strange interlopers, then they bounded back to the surface like a cork, where the sphere of protection finally faded. A long, white strip of thick liquid began to pool under their crash site like a pale oil slick, and Celestia’s rhythmic grunts were loud in the crisp air while she continued to relieve herself.

Mary’s thighs and crotch were soaked with her own emissions, and she panted and moaned as orgasm after long-awaited orgasm roiled her body. Her black dress was a wrinkled ruin, and her bare feet dipped into the cold sea; God only knew where her shoes were.

But it had been worth it. That one word had set them both off, and they’d said it at the same time, at the exact moment of impact. The question of what other nations would do about Celestia if she flexed her considerable might was a simple one, after all.

The answer was: nothing. They would all do absolutely nothing. None would risk the wrath of a goddess, lest their countries be next on the conquest list.

“They weren’t fucking around…about absolute power…were they?” Mary gasped, enduring the aftershocks of one of the stranger sexual trips she’d experienced in her life…hell, it might have even cracked top 10.

“I’m not…that pony anymore, Dr. Parvotti.” Celestia was also starting to come down as her broad, white wings lay across the waters.

“You’re also an…unreliable narrator. Look…you don’t have to say a goddamn thing. That shit is history.” Mary sat up, looking around at the beachfront area they’d alighted near. “Least we made it to land. I think that’s the place over there, right? Maybe Miss Red Baron can help me change my fuckin’ clothes before we’re-”

A bright spotlight from above temporarily blinded Mary…then there was another, and another. The whir of drones soon became audible over the surf as the doctor put her palms to her eyes.

“I do enjoy making a grand entrance, though this one probably doesn’t count,” Celestia said with a chuckle. Her spiral horn gave off a gentle glow as she magically lifted a pair of ruinously expensive heels out of the water. “At least it’s not a total loss, hm?”