All These Truths We Deny

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.