All These Truths We Deny

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.