All These Truths We Deny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…until at last, Celestia hit bottom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Apple…jack...”

The pony moaned at the sound.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guuugbbbbh.”

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

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

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

There were interesting times ahead.