All These Truths We Deny

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.