All These Truths We Deny

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?”