The Shriek of the Wire

The humid air of the Balinese day made Mary’s white T-shirt stick to her tits in a translucent layer. She was desperately glad for the air-conditioned reprieve of the freight elevator making its way down toward the alicorns’ underground lab.

This whole island seemed specially designed to make her as uncomfortable and off her game as possible. Even her old, well broken-in jeans had taken some extra effort to pull over her ever-widening ass after the much needed shower. Perhaps Linda was right about the exercise thing, loath as Mary was to admit it.

The doctor felt a sudden hot flush. Depending on how things went in the next hour or so, she could see herself about to get a hell of a workout…inside and out…

There was a bump as the elevator moved through the strata, interrupting Mary’s brief fantasy.

Thankful for the shock, she shook her head angrily. Fuck that noise. She wasn’t there to get dicked down. Princess Celestia needed to answer for that shit she pulled with Julie, and she’d also have to give a status update on just what the fuck she’d been doing since they’d dug this place out.

Using alicorn magic, a structure that would normally take months to build was finished in weeks, and Mary had been optimistic about solving the mystery of the bergamot quickly. That hope had faded after the first month, but the doctor trusted that Celestia and Twilight were actually on the case.

Mary knew she was the last person who should’ve been complaining about violated trust, but goddamn it, that was no reason for complete radio silence. She expected that from Twilight — the little purple alicorn worked on her own, and kept her own counsel — but she’d thought her and Celestia’s rapport was on a different level.

Couples were supposed to actually talk to each other about things. Weren’t they?

The doctor felt the elevator slowing as it reached the bottom floor, and she found herself surprised at her nervousness. This was still the same Celestia she’d come to love over the past year, after all. There was nothing to worry about. Whatever was going on, they’d fix it and move forward. That was something else that couples did. Right? Right.

Mary tried to ignore the tiny voice in the back of her mind whispering, “She’s an inter-dimensional alien. How does that change the relationship calculus, silly twat?”

She took a deep breath as the freight elevator thunked to a stop. Its wide door slid open, revealing almost complete darkness ahead. A small patch of concrete was visible directly in front of her via the lift’s weak illumination.

Mary took a step past the threshold, and it echoed into a vastness that she could sense, even if she couldn’t see it. It felt like walking into a warehouse, with air dry and cool from some sort of climate control, but beyond the first couple of feet in front of her face, there was only black. And when the elevator closed behind her, even that meager light vanished, plunging her into pure deprivation.

Warring scents of earth and concrete seemed to intensify in Mary’s awareness, as if to compensate for the lack of visual cues. She inched forward with small, careful movements, hands outstretched to feel for anything in her path.

“Hey, Tia! You around? Can you hit the lights? If I break some priceless magical artifact or something, it ain’t my fault, we clear?”

There was no response, and for a moment, Mary wondered if the Princess was away. Taking off without informing herself or Linda would’ve been a breach of the protocol Celestia herself had come up with, and the doctor felt her anger rise again at the breakdown in communication. She could’ve spent the rest of the morning jerking off or something instead of wasting her time. What was she even doing here?

Mary was about to turn back to the elevator when she became aware of a soft, wet sound coming from directly ahead. It repeated with a steady rhythm, stopping for a few seconds each time before resuming its slow cadence.

Scchhlip. Silence. Scchhlip. Silence. Scchhlip.

The noises seemed strangely familiar to Mary. She felt a clenching in her cunt as her instincts responded in kind, though her conscious mind rejected the proof of her senses. Still, the doctor was drawn to the sounds, and she went forth with new determination.

“Tia? That you? You think this shit is funny, watching me stumble around in the dark? Say something, you dumb fuckin’ mare!”

Scchhlip. Silence. Scchhlip. Silence. Scchhlip.

Mary was opening her mouth to hurl more obscenities when a gentle white light pierced the void a few dozen feet ahead, bobbing up and down like a will o’ the wisp at sea. The doctor squinted, blinded momentarily by the unexpected brightness.

It took a few seconds for Mary’s eyes to adjust. The sight that resolved from the featureless dark was not something she thought she’d see when she woke up that morning.

Princess Celestia was sitting upon a glided, high-backed throne, cushioned in deep scarlet with intricate golden carvings all around. No…sitting was not the right word. Splayed out was better. Her legs were wide open and lifted high, her hooves neatly framing her snowy head, and her wings were spread to each side, large and imposing. The alicorn’s body was displayed in all its indolent glory, completely without shame.

Celestia’s thick buttocks moved like a marshmallow wave with the rolling motions of her hips, and the puffy asshole between the mighty cheeks twitched and winked, almost hidden behind the two massive testicles hanging low off the seat. They seemed to glow with heat and power, pulsing with virile energy and straining to empty themselves into the nearest tight receptacle.

As it happened, there was one close at hand.

The Princess’ massive cock, that ever-rigid symbol of her majesty, was almost completely engulfed. Celestia’s lips were stretched wide around the fat slab of meat, down to the base, and bubbling splatters of spit and precome fouled her muzzle as they drizzled along her heaving nuts, soaking the cushion of the chair and leaving a messy puddle on the concrete floor. Mary could see the outline of the thick shaft bulging within Celestia’s normally slender neck, and the muscular rippling under the skin as the alicorn swallowed was a symbol of her mindless pursuit of selfish pleasure.

Celestia’s eyes were shut, awareness carried away by her passions. A long, pink tongue snaked out between her taut lips and the turgid flesh of her prick, laving the basketball-sized nuts below with an unhurried relish, as if to imprint the taste of salt and semen upon her mind. As she enjoyed her treat, her head began to rise with agonizing slowness, revealing the wide, mottled length within, sticky and shiny with throat slime.

Not a gag or retch emerged from that talented gullet as Celestia’s tongue encircled her cock like a boa constrictor, slurping away her mess until a good foot of horseflesh lay exposed, its pink veins pulsing in the Princess’ magical light.

For a while, the only sound echoing in the underground deep was Mary’s heavy breathing as she struggled to control herself. She could feel drool escaping from the corner of her slack mouth, but she made no move to wipe it away, so captivated was she by the Princess’ display. And when Celestia lowered her head again, keeping the same leisurely pace while adding a saucy corkscrew motion for maximum friction, the doctor had to consciously keep from letting slip a hungry moan.

Since Mary had begun her partnership with the Princess of the Sun upon the Golden Throne of Canterlot, she had ceaselessly tried to understand the mentality of the strange creature from another world, with limited success. How many times had she thought she’d gained the measure of Celestia, only to be set back on her heels? She had been hired a a xenology expert, and she was proud of the personal and professional relationship she’d cultivated with the enigmatic creature, yet in her darkest hours she despaired of ever truly coming to grips with Celestia’s alien mind.

Lately, Mary had come to believe she’d been overthinking things. Celestia was simply a slave to her desires like everybody else…except her desires were at odds.

There was the Princess part of her, bursting with love for her little ponies. And there was Tia of the Dawn, the conquering ruler who sought to bring all she surveyed under her dominating hoof. Above all, there was the Leviathan…ravenous, all-consuming, seeking nothing but pleasure in all its forms, at any cost. These personas had warred within the alicorn for a millennia, without pause, without truce, turning the Celestia of the present into a mass of contradictions.

Mary now realized that the only thing she could do was embrace the hypocrisy. Celestia was a symbol of hope, and a jizz receptacle, and a diplomat, and a rapist. None existed without the other. You could see it in every movement, every word, every look…

Celestia’s eyes were open. She was watching her. Observing her.

Mary was shaken out of her reverie. Even in the midst of self-fellatio, the Sun Princess missed nothing.

As Celestia held Mary’s gaze, her head went up…and up…and up, breaching the flared crown of her mighty cock before slipping out of her mouth, leaving a rope of spittle between her lips and the head of her prick. She licked the juices from her muzzle with her scandalous tongue while the weight of that three-foot-long breeder lay against her flushed cheek, moving up and down with the involuntary motions of her haunches.

Celestia waited, as if expecting Mary to fall down in worship of Princess cock. When she stood her ground, the alicorn gave the barest nod of affirmation.

“Doctor. You’re late.”

Mary let her indignation break through Celestia’s raunchy enchantment. “I had a few unexpected problems to deal with this morning, no thanks to you.” She paused for effect. “Cockmommy.”

The Princess gave a chuckle, low and smoky. “That was her idea, to be clear. You may have noticed little Julie has a lot of unresolved familial issues. Slipping into that role and twisting it into a fetish was easy for me.” Celestia stroked one pearly testicle with a hoof. “I’m a sire to all my little ponies, after all.”

The way she spoke made Mary shudder with lust, and she immediately regretted it. Now was not the time to show weakness.

“What happened with the whole thing about not breaking your toys? Governor Gunawan was one thing — she knew exactly what she wanted, and we gave it to her — but I haven’t seen you fuck up an innocent that hard since Erin. You taking care of Julie, or just burning her out to get your rocks off? ‘Cause I’d rather not dive into that crazy chick’s head, if I can help it. Got the feeling she’s like an M.C. Escher drawing in there.”

Celestia’s hoof slid between her sun-kissed buttocks, slipping into her anus up to the wrist with a slimy squish. She began to fuck herself, casually, as if the act was the most natural thing in the world while having a conversation.

“Julie and I have an understanding, Doctor. She has given herself up to me, utterly, and in return I give her the love she craves. The love she deserves. Her mental state is exactly what I wish it to be. If such a thing bothers you, that’s a personal problem.”

The alicorn’s eyes gleamed beneath her glowing spire. “I did what I did today because it amused me…and to make sure you understood the hierarchy in our strange entanglement. Julie belongs to me, Mary Parvotti. And so do you.”

Alien. Mary tried to cover her apprehension with anger. “Fucking what? If you think-”

“You screwed me over at Permata’s little coming out party.” Celestia’s hard tone was one Mary had never heard directed at herself. “You kept me from my pleasure. You knew what I needed, Doctor, and you denied it to me. Do you know what I’ve done to ponies for less?”

Mary wanted to run. She had never wanted anything more in her entire life. Not even when standing up to Twilight had she felt such terror.

But she could not leave without answers. Whether it was the scientist in her, or just her natural cuntiness, Mary had no idea.

“That was jokes,” the doctor said carefully. “I was messing around. We were all having fun, weren’t we? It was all over but the orgasms. I wasn’t trying to-”

“It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do,” Celestia said coldly, still fisting her asshole as she held Mary’s gaze. “You went against me in a moment of crisis.”

“Crisis? You were just trying to get your rocks off!”

“Quite so,” Celestia growled. “Nobody gets in the way of that. Nobody. Not you, or anyone else. I thought we had an understanding, Doctor, but I was wrong. I’ll need to correct that mistake.”

The light of Celestia’s horn grew a shade brighter, illuminating the bare concrete directly around the alicorn. She turned her regal head slightly, and something that was hidden in shadow directly at the foot of her throne was revealed.

It was a large, bulky bundle, about five feet long, encased in brightly-colored wrapping paper. The candy blue surface was covered with happy pictures of balloons, dolls and rainbows, and a big golden ribbon was tied around its middle.

Mary felt the blood drain from her face. Don’t jump to conclusions.

“Tia. What is that?”

“That, little pony…is a gift. I picked it out for you myself. And believe me, it took some doing.”

“It’s not my birthday.”

“There’s no need for a special occasion to give gifts, Doctor. It’s just a matter of consideration. I wanted you to have it, and so, here it is.”

Don’t jump to conclusions! “I…look, Tia…thanks, but-”

“Open it.”

No argument. No debate. It was a royal command, the first one Mary had ever been given. This could only go one way, the doctor knew. Still…

“Your last present was kind of a shitshow. What if I don’t want to open it?”

Celestia sighed. She began to nuzzle the side of her massive cock like a beloved pet as she stared at Mary with disdain, languidly coating her cheek with sticky fluids without care.

“In that case…I suppose I’ll have to claim it for myself. That would make me unhappy, Doctor. It might make me so unhappy that I would take my unhappiness out on the gift. You said so yourself — I tend to break my toys. You wouldn’t want that to happen. Would you?”

A part of Mary was still desperately trying to fool herself, turning her mind into knots to keep from facing the truth of what was before her. It was that part of herself that spoke now, breaking through rationality into something pure, something that could not be easily pushed away.

“What’s going on, Tia?” For once, Mary’s tremulous voice held no artifice or hidden motives. “This isn’t like you. If you’re pissed at me, then take it out on me. You don’t have to do…whatever this is. Let’s talk. Hell, let’s fuck. Turn me into a cock sock, I don’t care. Just…look at me like the Tia I know. We can-”

“There is only one Princess Celestia!” The alicorn’s voice reverberated into the darkness, making Mary wince with the booming force. “Whatever you think you know about me is precisely what I have allowed you to know. You think you can fathom my will? Do you consider yourself my equal? Silly pony. Silly human.”

Celestia’s tone lowered into a venomous hiss. “All you have to do…is exactly what I tell you to do. That is your job. Follow my instructions, and you will be rewarded. Countermand me in any way, and you will be punished. Even a human should be able to understand these conditions.” She nodded her head toward the bundle. “Now. Do what I bade you. Open your gift, Mary.”

Mary wanted to protest further, but she had a feeling that testing Celestia’s patience at this point would be counterproductive, at best. The doctor ran a frustrated hand through her hair as she approached the dubious package, squatting to examine it closely.

It was impossible to tell its contents from the outside. She wanted to touch it, to feel its contours…and at the same time, she didn’t.

Screw it. Best to get it over with. She pulled apart the loop of the gold-flecked ribbon and tore open the wrapping paper with a series of quick sharp motions.

Inside lay a woman, still and silent.

She was almost nude except for a plain white bra and panties. Her long hair was light, and she was pale…impossibly pale, as snowy as Celestia, and shorter than even Julie. She was so slender that Mary could almost encircle her waist with both hands, and her fragile-looking limbs looked ready to snap with the slightest pressure. The woman’s breasts were small, but on her tiny frame, they looked pleasingly full.

A cord of brown leather bound her wrists in front of her, and another gagged her thin, pink lips. Her eyes were closed.

Mary went into action, letting her body take over to keep from thinking. She checked the woman’s temperature — cool, but not dangerously so. Her pulse was slow yet steady. The doctor sat back on her heels, sighing in relief.

Celestia’s malicious chuckle set Mary’s teeth on edge. “Goodness, Doctor. Your thoughts are so transparently macabre. What sort of ghoul do you think I am?”

I don’t know who the fuck you are was what Mary wanted to say, but she refused to give the creature the satisfaction. Instead, she simply waved a hand at the woman’s slight form. “All right. I’ve opened my present. Now, are you gonna tell me who this is, and what she’s doing here?”

Celestia lowered her legs. She slunk down from the high-backed throne, splashing through the puddle of her own secretions while her fat cock trembled underneath her wide body, pointing at Mary like the barrel of a cannon. She prowled to the pair on the concrete floor, her ever-lit horn casting harsh shadows as she bent down to caress the unknown woman’s sallow cheek with a disconcertingly tender hoof.

“This is Emilia Von Feldt. She is twenty-six years old.” Celestia’s voice had an instructor’s lilt. “Her grandparents were German immigrants. She lives in Boston, Massachusetts, in the United States, where she works as a preschool teacher. Public school. She’s always wanted to give back to the community, you see.”

Celestia’s light no longer seemed inviting to Mary. It was like a bare bulb in a basement, turning dark corners into ghostly hallows, and the motion of her head as she stroked Emilia’s hair seemed to give the spirits life, flickering just at the edges of Mary’s vision.

“Emilia is a virgin. She has been in one relationship that ended amicably. Recently, she’s discovered that she swings both ways, but she hides it because of her job. She masturbates often…mostly to 70s and 80s pornography. She has a deep appreciation for the classics. Vanessa Del Rio is her favorite star. Emilia wishes she had her body and passionate je ne sais quoi.”

Mary’s frown deepened as she tried to follow the alicorn’s train of thought. “What are you-”

“She’s a bit of a romantic. Emilia always wanted a family. Two children — a boy and a girl — along with a nice place in the country with lots of land. Enough room for a couple dogs, at least. She fancies herself an animal lover.” Celestia glanced at Mary, showing a quick flash of teeth. “Not on your level, but…you know what I mean.”

“I don’t need to know her life story,” the doctor growled. “For fuck’s sake, just tell me one goddamn thing straight out. What does she have to do with me?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

Mary blinked. “What-”

“She’s a complete stranger. To both of us. I came upon her more or less randomly, and procured her on the spot. Then I rooted around in her head to learn her details. I’m not as good as some alicorns when it comes to diving into minds, but I hold my own.”

Celestia seemed to revel in Mary’s confusion as she reached out with her other hoof, brushing a lock of brown hair from the doctor’s forehead. Despite her anger, despite her fear, despite everything, she thrilled at the Princess’ attentions, instinctively opening her mouth in preparation to give or receive pleasure. Celestia took advantage, touching Mary’s lips with an easy possessiveness.

“That’s the point,” Celestia purred, staking claim to both hapless humans before her. “In the end, who she is doesn’t matter. You’re going to do whatever I tell you to do to her. You’re going to enjoy it. And afterward, little pony, you will never betray me again.”

Mary wanted to pull away from the alicorn. But where would she go? Who could she tell? She could feel her pulse rising, and the thick lips of her cunt rubbed against each other, sticky with fresh cream. She gazed at the slow rising and falling of Emilia’s slim chest, noting that her nipples had hardened in the cool, dry air, and she touched Celestia’s hoof with her tongue, imagining she was tasting those pink nubs. Why was she so messed up?

“What…do you want me to do?” Mary already knew, but she had to hear it. Celestia began to pant as well, submerging herself in the excitement of the moment.

“Doctor…you’re going to fuck Emilia.”

Mary shuddered, almost coming at the words. She should have been…no. She’d long gone far past mere outrage. But, perhaps there was some small thing left…some sliver of humanity remaining in her hollowed-out heart.

“And if I don’t?” Show me.

In response, Celestia spread her legs to better display her fat cock, weapon of choice for a millennium, as well as the roiling nuts beneath. Mary could already feel the radiant heat from the Princess’ equipment…the readiness. Poor Emilia was not going to get out of this situation intact.

Celestia chuckled as she watched the internal struggle play out on Mary’s face. “Just as I expected. You’re already making excuses to yourself. Claiming weakness instead of trying to work out an answer. Your desires are endearingly obvious, Doctor, but that’s why you’re so perfect.”

Mary had no retort. How could a reasonable person justify such an act? As it turned out, it wasn’t that hard.

One only had to become unreasonable.

“You’ll let her go afterward?” She could ask for that much.

Celestia’s knowing laugh was like broken glass. Her hoof went lower to toy with Mary’s tits, and the doctor gasped at the feel of hardness on pebble hardness. The tingles in her nips seemed to go straight to her brain stem, ignoring everything in between.

“What happened to all that righteous pique, Doctor? Didn’t you come down here to have words with me?” Celestia moved closer, injecting her poison directly into Mary’s ear. “Do you even remember why you’re here?”

“I…I mean…” The echo of her fury was still there, like the remnant of a dream, and Mary wondered at it. There was…something about Julie, wasn’t there? And semen…lots and lots of horse semen, for some reason.

She shook her head. That didn’t matter now. “Just answer me, Tia. You might like having easy access to a gimp, but that’s not my thing. Promise you’ll let her go.”

Celestia shrugged. “I suppose,” she sighed, as if granting a massive concession. “Now, if you’re done stalling-”

“One more thing.” Mary examined Emilia Von Feldt’s peaceful expression, imagining it twisted in pleasure…or something much darker. “You…you’ll wipe her memory of all this, right?”

Celestia’s hoof came up to Mary’s chin, and she turned the doctor’s head to face her own. Mary forced herself to meet the alicorn’s ageless, lidded gaze.

“Do you want me to?”

Mary opened her mouth to speak, but no words emerged from her tightened throat. Then she averted her eyes, and that was all the answer Celestia needed. The alicorn released her grip.

“Wake her up,” Mary whispered.

Celestia nodded, and her horn began to pulse in a flickering pattern. Neither mentioned the unspoken fact that Mary hadn’t even tried to argue for Emilia to remain unconscious. Such a simple act of mercy was now beyond them.

Both alicorn and human watched closely as Emilia stirred. Her eyelids twitched, then they slowly opened, and she blinked in confusion.

Her eyes were a light hazel color. Mary thought they were beautiful.

Emilia’s muffled scream was loud in the echoing darkness. Her head swiveled to take in the two above her, while she struggled against her bonds. Her legs kicked out to stand, to fight, to get away, but her motions were dulled by alicorn magic. The screams began to devolve into uncomprehending sobs.

Mary didn’t attempt to calm her down. She didn’t tell her everything would be all right. The doctor was a born liar, but even lies had their limits.

Instead, she gingerly touched Emilia’s slender, snow-white hip. The woman recoiled, screaming anew at the contact. Celestia simply watched, enjoying the drama playing out in front of her.

“Shut the fuck up and look at me.”

Emilia froze like a rabbit before a fox. Her tear-streaked eyes were wide as she focused on Mary.

The doctor nodded. “Good. You’re probably wondering why you’re here. This is all weird, I know, and it’s gonna get a lot weirder before we’re done. Just focus on my voice, and you’ll get through this. Okay?”

The terror in the girl’s eyes scarcely abated, and she still trembled…but her sobs turned into quiet whimpers. Her head turned from Mary, to Celestia, and back again, surely hoping against hope that what she was seeing was just a terrible nightmare.

Mary nodded in sobering affirmation. “Yeah, that’s her. The famous talking unicorn princess from another world. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of rumors about her lately, and seen some crazy shit. The videos are real…mostly. The rumors are pretty much bullshit.”

Mary’s hand crept higher, and her fingers brushed against the crotch of Emilia’s plain white panties. The cotton was soft, and the puffy flesh underneath gave a little as she followed the contours of the woman’s twat, seeking and finding the tiny slit between the lips flush with just a hint of wetness. Emilia moaned, trying to close her thighs, but the doctor easily overcame her sapped strength.

Mary bent down to Emilia’s haunted face. “Whatever you’ve heard…the reality is worse. Beyond your imagination. Magic is real, girl. You don’t know what that means yet, but you’re about to.”

Emilia’s eyes squeezed shut as choking moans came from her tortured throat, but Mary no longer bothered trying to hush her. Underneath the smell of sweat and fear, the doctor detected a hint of lavender. Soapy. Clean. She took a deep draught of air in the crook of Emilia’s neck as she straddled the girl’s hips, her fingers now slipping into the elastic of her underwear to feel…there.

There’s that little pussy. Come on out and play.

Mary gradually became aware of a quick schlick, schlick, schlick sound next to her. She looked over to see Celestia with legs akimbo, stroking her big Princess cock so hard splatters of precome flew in all directions. Pulses of cream belched from the wide-opened tip of her prick, landing upon Emilia’s flat stomach in thick, messy lines. She stared down at the girl with the look of a ravenous beast, her mouth slack and tongue lolling, drooling upon her barrel.

“How’s her cunt?” Celestia sounded like a beast, too. “Is it tight?”

“Super tight,” Mary moaned, working her middle digit into the tiny crevice with difficulty as Emilia struggled helplessly beneath her. “And hot. Her little mound is burning my hand.” Mary’s palm freely wandered across the woman’s bare pussy, toying with it like she owned it free and clear. “She’s totally hairless, too. So smooth and soft. What were you getting all tidied up for, girl? You just like how it feels? Or were you waiting for something like this?”

The words brought up old memories. They were a kind of cruelty Mary hadn’t indulged in a while…indeed, a kind she thought she’d left far behind in alcohol-soaked dorm parties and off-campus keggers. She’d had a few…youthful indiscretions, certainly. Some she regretted, and some she kept deep in her heart, fuel for a thousand fantasies. But all were in the past…until now.

As Mary had once encouraged Celestia’s worst impulses, now the Princess was bringing the same out of her. How had such a thing happened? How had she lost control? A nagging thought twigged in the back of her mind…but before she could ponder it, Celestia’s horn began to strobe in a familiar pattern.

Mary’s muscles tensed, waiting for the spasm in her core and the sudden explosion of heat. When they came, she was still unprepared for the shock, and her hips bucked as the front of her tight jeans darkened with wetness, adding her own stickiness to Emilia’s shameful secretions.

She was never really prepared. No matter how many times they played this game, it was always like the first time all over again.

Mary hurriedly stripped off the soaked denim…almost too late. She groaned with ecstasy as a broad column of light pulsed from her jerking crotch, tearing through her thin black panties and growing bigger and longer with every heartbeat. When the light faded, in its place was a black and white mottled, flat-tipped horsecock, easily half again the length of her forearm and so big around, one of her hands could not begin to encircle it. Hanging between her thighs was a fleshy scrotum the size of two baseballs, heavy and churning with seed.

The doctor gasped with exertion, squatting over the wide-eyed girl as the massive prick thrummed before them both. She had never been harder in her fucking life. It was as if all the blood and nerves in her body were concentrated in that fat slab of cockmeat.

She reached down to touch the sensitive area just below the tip, knowing what would happen yet helpless to stop herself.

At the first brush of a finger, Mary cried out as her nuts heaved in their sack and a single jet of thick, rich come shot from her flared tip, sending a line of white clear over Emilia’s head to splatter on the concrete a couple feet away. Her breath came out in shuddering gasps, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she struggled to maintain control. The thing was so much more sensitive than usual. Was it the situation, or was Celestia adding some extra excitement to their sport?

It didn’t matter. As Mary opened her eyes, taking in Emilia’s terrified visage, any such thoughts melted away like snow in summer.

How had she not noticed the girl’s bee-stung lips, pink as fresh roses? The soft curve of her jaw? The gentle arch of her lashes, and her flaxseed hair? Her face was like a classical painting, almost heartbreaking in its perfection. Mary had seldom seen the like in her life.

She wanted to mark it. She wanted to soil it. The urge was so overwhelming, she thought she would die if she did not heed it.

Mary shoved the tip of her cock against Emilia’s gagged mouth, pressing against the spit-soaked leather with a single-minded intensity. The girl whimpered as she struggled to avoid the drooling flare, causing Mary to growl in frustration. She steadily applied more force, as if she could tear through the tough material with sheer willpower.

“Doctor.”

Celestia’s voice was like a knife. Mary jerked her head toward the alicorn, who was slowly stroking her own length, prolonging her pleasure as much as possible.

“You seem to be putting the cart before the horse…so to speak. Let me help you with that.” Celestia gave a curt nod.

When Mary turned back to Emilia, the gag was already lifting from her mouth. It floated away into the dark, and the girl coughed, trying futilely to clear the taste of tannin from her palate.

“Please…” Her voice was a whisper at sea. So gentle. “Don’t…don’t hurt me…please…”

Mary couldn’t hear Emilia begging for her life. Those pleas passed over the doctor without registering in her mind. What she did notice, however, was the movement of the girl’s mouth, and the motion of her tiny pink tongue. Mary saw an orifice that cried out to be filled, and she could do nothing except obey.

The head of the doctor’s fat horsecock fell upon Emilia’s lips in mid-sentence, landing with a wet smack. The girl sputtered and babbled, inadvertently stimulating the sensitive flesh, and as a result gouts of cloudy precome soon filled her mouth, causing her to flail in distress.

Mary tightly gripped a handful of Emilia’s hair, the thin strands almost glowing in Celestia’s magical light, while her other hand held her throbbing prick at the base. “Breathe through your nose,” she hissed as she began to feed the girl horseflesh, sinking inch upon agonizing inch into the spasming gullet beneath her. Sticky issue ran down Emilia’s cheeks and throat, the bubbling combination of spit and pre displaced by Mary’s meaty invader.

“Keep going,” Celestia said, watching with wild-eyed fervor, her hoof a blur against her own spurting breeder. “Alllll the way to the balls, that’s it. Make her take it. She’s your gift, Doctor…yours to enjoy. No need to hold back. Not anymore.”

The sight of Emilia’s throat bulging abnormally around the steady advance of Mary’s cock made the doctor sigh like a girl in love. This one was like a flower in Spring, delicately opening up to pollination with passive acceptance. And that was only right, wasn’t it? The one with the cock penetrates, and the one with the cunt takes what they’re given. They were all just following the natural order of things.

So why was Emilia crying?

“We’re not…mmfh…we’re not gonna hurt you,” Mary groaned as her cock breached the end of Emilia’s gullet, at last tasting the humid warmth of the girl’s stomach. “We want you to feel good, too. We’re not…oh, fuck…w-we’re not monsters. You know that, right?”

The words felt true in the moment. But Emilia’s accusing stare, watery and red-eyed yet strangely powerful even as her body was violated, made Mary feel like the liar she was.

Something is wrong. It was a whisper from the edge of her subconscious. But the pleasure! This constricting pressure around her cock! This fucking throat…so wet, so hot! How could any of this be bad?

“Don’t think.” Celestia’s voice was a phosphorous torch, burning away Mary’s doubts. The alicorn went to Emilia’s flailing legs, grasping each thigh and moving them up and away, spreading the girl wide. Celestia’s prehensile tongue ripped away the sodden remnants of Emilia’s panties, revealing the tight, hairless slit to the underground light.

The alicorn licked her equine chops as one about to partake in a seven-course meal. “Not everyone can accept the gift of pleasure at face value, Doctor. Many feel undeserving. Others are afraid of reciprocating. This isn’t just a human thing, either. Ponies can be just as difficult when it comes to such nonsense.”

Celestia lowered her head, blowing a gust of hot breath against Emilia’s pale cunt, and she chuckled at the squirming response.

“The truth is much simpler.” The tip of Celestia’s tongue pried apart the slim lips of Emilia’s pussy, revealing the soaked, reddened interior. Then she retracted her fleshy organ like a python, humming in contentment at the musky taste of the girl’s juices.

“Mmm. Submit. That’s all either of you have to do. Submit, and you need think of nothing else. Don’t worry about pesky decisions, or intrusive thoughts. Leave those to your betters. Simply enjoy the pleasure you’ve been granted, and slip away. It’s that easy.”

Celestia opened her mouth wide, almost unhinging her jaw in an effort to consume as much of the girl’s youthful flesh as possible. And thus, she began to feast.

Mary felt a jolt in her cock, then another, and she moaned out loud as the unfamiliar sensations echoed from Emilia’s cunt across her flailing body. The doctor glanced backward, gasping at the sight of Sun Princess Celestia slurping the juices out of the young girl’s twat with gusto. The strings of cream streaking her mouth and working throat made the alicorn look like a rabid dog…and perhaps, in that moment, she had more in common with such a mindless beast than the noble ruler she truly was.

Of course, Mary was not fooled. Face-first in another woman’s crotch was like Celestia’s natural state, her lowest elemental energy level. And yet, she was as beautiful as the first time Mary had laid eyes on her. What was the point of arguing with such a divine existence? Why fight against perfection?

Mary reached back and took a handful of Celestia’s riotous mane in her sweaty grip. She rode like a cowgirl, fucking in and out of Emilia’s choking gullet and enjoying the sloppy, wet gurgles around her cock, while pushing the Princess’ burrowing snout deeper into the girl’s crotch, as if she could combine the two into a single twisted creature with one throat, one cunt, and one asshole to violate.

“Does she taste like peaches and cream?” Mary used all the force in her human arm on the back of Celestia’s head, not caring that her meager human strength was effectively nonexistent. “Or maybe strawberries? Condensed milk? She looks like she tastes sweet. Tell me, Tia. What’s the flavor of fresh, young pussy?”

Celestia raised her head, eyes glazed, and her breath came in hot gasps as cunt cream dripped from her muzzle. “Sweat. Salt. Blood. I think she pissed herself a little, but I don’t mind.” The alicorn gazed at the pulsing hole, red and gaping. “I just took her virginity, Doctor. It’s gone now…for all time. No ceremony, no sweetness. No love. I’ve devoured her virtue whole. And it was delicious.”

“I was kinda looking forward to that, fucking bitch.” Mary hissed with annoyance as Celestia returned to her dish. But Emilia began to struggle, more than before, and she screamed in anguish, biting down on the doctor’s magical cock with futile rage.

The girl might as well have tried to bite a baseball bat. But something about Emilia’s anger, and her helplessness in the face of her new reality, drove Mary insane with fuck lust.

“You…poor…thing,” Mary said in a breathy singsong as her fat ass clapped with the force of her thrusts. “Never gonna be a maiden now. Always gonna be secondhand goods. Torn open and thrown away like a fucking used condom. So much for that husband and kids…but maybe the dogs’ll still want you, hm? They’re probably not too picky.”

Mary watched the blaze of indignation in Emilia’s’ eyes flare…and sputter…and die. It was like the sun going out forever. The sight made Mary’s balls hitch and compress, and she groaned, a triumphant grin on her face as the inevitable deluge throbbed from her nuts up her fat shaft.

“Drink my seed,” Mary commanded. “Call it…mmmmh…call it the milk of human kindness. It’s more than that fat-assed monster behind me would grant you. You should see…what she’s done…to the others…ah, fuck!”

Mary felt the pumping action in her cock go into overdrive, and she reveled in Emilia’s panicked look as she was threatened by the doctor’s magical seed. Mary thrust into the girl…once, twice, three times, then she forced the wide-stretched mouth firmly against her churning balls, ensuring her cock was buried as deeply as possible before letting out a blissful hiss.

“Yeeeahhh…drink it all down, there’s a good pony.” Celestia’s speech patterns came easily to Mary’s lips. She blasted her heavy load into the girl’s stomach, feeling the surging issue immerse the head of her prick in come as she swelled that once slender belly. “I’m sorry, but…I don’t…nnnfh…think I can give you up. This throat’s…too tight…and I bet your cunt…is even tighter! But you love it, don’t you? You’re gonna come. You’re gonna come with an alien unicorn munching your box, and my cock in your mouth as I feed you my jizz. You wanted this, Emilia Von Feldt. If you didn’t, you’d have fought harder. You-”

Mary’s rambling was interrupted by Emilia’s sudden squeals. The girl’s spread thighs quivered as the unwanted orgasm overtook her, and the doctor heard Celestia’s knowing laughter interspersed with the hissing sound of spurting cream, hot and thick.

Mary nodded with a strange serenity. She shuddered as her nuts finished emptying themselves, wiping a tear from Emilia’s stricken face while enjoying the rhythmic aftershocks in her loins.

“Don’t cry, little girl. Listen…what you have to understand is…well…some people are just natural born victims. It’s not fair, but it’s the truth.” Mary stroked the girls’ flushed cheek, still filled with cock, to take the sting out of her words. “If not us, it would’ve been someone else. I think you know that, deep down. Just accept the fact, so you’re not surprised when it happens again. Hold tight, now…”

Slowly, Mary extracted the yard of horseflesh from Emilia’s throat, loving the creamy, squishing sounds as inch after meaty inch of her prick was drawn from the girl’s rosy lips. A delectable cocktail of spit and come drooled from the loosened seal in a constant outpouring, drenching Mary’s crotch and Emilia’s face in a frothy mess.

When the wide, flat head of Mary’s cock finally emerged from Emilia’s gullet, the girl began to cough and sputter, fighting for oxygen as she struggled to clear her clogged airway. But that wasn’t what held Mary’s attention. The doctor was focused on Emilia’s tight, pale body and heaving tits. Even in this hopeless situation, she seemed to glow like moonlight.

A possessive urge overwhelmed Mary. The doctor bent her head to Emilia’s chest, lightly nibbling one erect nipple while grasping the other full breast with a sweaty palm. She humped her cock against one upraised leg, the wide length already hardening, her nuts already filling with fresh seed.

Mary handled the girl as if she was a doll, indulging without care or concern. This was what Emilia was made for…what they were both made for. She wasn’t even struggling anymore…

“Is this what you truly wish?”

Again. Why did she keep doing that? Why couldn’t Celestia let her be?

“The fuck are you talking about?” Mary mumbled the words around a mouthful of hard teat, while her hands took in every part of Emilia she could reach, pinching and stroking and prodding with the ease of a child at play. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me what I want. Just leave me alone. Or join me. Plenty to go around.”

Mary reached down to cup Emilia’s cunt mound. She loved the softness of pussy…the springiness. It was like touching a warm, wet pastry, slathered in cunt juice and alicorn saliva. She sank a middle finger deep into the girl’s slit, glad to still feel plenty of resistance. The thought of Emilia’s near-virginal tightness around her cock made Mary moan in anticipation.

Celestia sat back on her haunches, watching Mary’s sport with a thoughtful look. Her legs were carelessly spread, and her lengthy breeder thrummed between her thighs…thick, dangerous and constantly leaking precome. The alicorn’s silky issue mixed with the lines of Emilia’s squirt radiating from her twat along the gray concrete, crafting an abstract work of art defined by sex and musk and heat.

“What about the girl?” Celestia asked the question without judgment, tinged only with curiosity. “Do her wishes come into play?”

Why would I give a fuck what this bitch wants? That was Mary’s immediate thought. Yet, something made her look up at Emilia’s face anyway, expecting to see terror, or pain, or even defiance in the girl’s expression.

Instead, Mary saw…emptiness.

Emilia’s eyes were unfocused, yet spellbound, as if watching fairies cavort in the far distance. Her mouth was slack, and her breathing was deep and relaxed. Mary might have thought the girl was asleep.

But this was not sleep. Mary had seen it before, in a clinical setting…and she’d even been the cause of it, once upon a time, in a not-so-clinical situation. This was textbook disassociation. In a sense, Emilia was no longer “here.”

“No. No. Nononono. Where are you going? Come back!” The sheer disappointment that welled up in Mary’s gut was almost a physical blow. The doctor grasped Emilia’s chin, giving her a couple of hard slaps to bring her around, to no avail. “Stay here, girl! You need to be here! I need you to…”

Mary stopped. What did she need?

What was she doing?

What the fuck was she doing?

Mary’s eyes went wide, and she stared at Emilia as if seeing her soiled form for the first time. The doctor’s hands went to her head as she recalled the past few minutes…and she gasped at the wetness on her fingers, tinged with red.

Mary’s eyes blazed as they met Celestia’s serene gaze.

“What did you make me do, you goddamned mare?”

The alicorn’s Mona Lisa smile was infuriating. “I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do, my dear little pony. This was all Dr. Mary Parvotti…your thoughts, and your desires. I simply gave you an outlet.”

Celestia’s horn was a wispy beacon in the darkness, highlighting a being filled with elfin malevolence. “The thing is…everyone has their line. That line can often be moved one way or the other, but not easily. And when that line is crossed, the mind rebels.”

Mary glanced back at Emilia’s insensate face. “She’s…out of her head. I couldn’t…”

“It’s less that, and more the idea of not allowing her to not be here. You couldn’t deny her that small kindness, although you were still ready to tear her open.” Celestia tsked. “Some ponies could stand to be more mindful of the state of themselves, honestly.”

“I wouldn’t…nnngfff!” A sudden sensation cut off Mary’s reply, making her gasp with its sharp ferocity.

When she looked down at what was happening, what she saw made her want to cry…and fight…and fuck, all at the same time.

Somehow, Mary had taken Celestia’s place, spreading Emilia’s legs and bending them back so far, the girl’s ankles were almost touching her graceful ears. Emilia’s shapely rump was tilted upward, showing off her perfect little clasping cunny, as well as the tight, inexperienced anus below, quivering beneath dripping fluids.

Mary’s magical cock – still hard, still rampant – was tightly lodged against that pretty pussy, the broad tip almost completely buried within the girl’s fluttering channel, stretching the puffy lips so monstrously wide, they became as pale as the rest of her immaculate skin. The doctor herself was squatting low, legs tensed and ready to drive her raging fuckstick deep into Emilia’s wet, welcoming warmth.

None of this had happened with the slightest amount of conscious thought. One moment, Mary was raging against Celestia’s manipulation…and then, before she could blink, the doctor was on the verge of coring out Emilia’s insides.

Worst of all, she knew without a doubt in her mind that she would not stop until the girl’s cervix was wrapped tightly around her prick, her womb bloated with hot come. Not even if the world ended around them.

“I…I’m sorry…oh, God…” Mary began to babble. But as she did, her cock slipped another millimeter deeper, and she groaned, the bestial drive to claim what was hers becoming almost impossible to hold back.

Wait…was Celestia using her shaping magic? Did Mary check? Had she been going in natural this whole time?

Did it matter?

Could she stop herself?

A shadow darkened Emilia’s gleaming body, while the bright umbra of the alicorn’s horn made the girl’s slender limbs stand out like the supple branches of a young tree. From behind, Celestia nuzzled her head next to Mary’s, while one hoof grasped the base of the doctor’s terrible horsecock across from Mary’s own hand, adding her alien strength to the slow penetration.

“Your body understands,” Celestia purred into Mary’s ear. “I told you. You know what to do with a royal gift, Doctor. You always have.”

The alicorn’s horn began to pulse with a pattern Mary had never seen. “Now, before we get to the main event…we should bring back the guest of honor.”

No. “No.” Don’t. “Don’t. Tia, please. Don’t do this to her. Tia!”

Emilia blinked. She looked around, as if waking from a dream. Then she saw Mary and Celestia, and she howled as everything came back to her shattered mind. She struggled madly, uselessly, trying to get away from Mary’s iron grip.

“Stoooop! Leave me alone! Why are you doing this to me? Whyyyy?”

Mary clapped a hand to Emilia’s mouth, muzzling the girl’s screams. “You wanna get outta here? Shut up and let me think!” The doctor wasn’t about to let Celestia get her way. Mary had always been the one pulling the puppet strings…that slutty alicorn would still be long-cocking reporters under the surveillance of every country on the planet if not for her, and now that come-colored bitch had the audacity to try to turn that around? Fuck that. Not happening. There had to be something…

Goddamn, the pussy felt good. Emilia’s quivering snatch was a beacon calling her home. Just a little more, and she’d pull out. Just a little more…

Celestia’s white-tufted hoof came over the top of Mary’s big cock and brushed the woman’s fingers, lightly, as if the two were still the lovers they once were. Then Celestia let go entirely.

The alicorn rose. Giving Mary one last, inscrutable look, Celestia turned and trotted back to the big, plush throne, plopping her wide ass upon it and spreading her legs imperiously. She stroked her fat, lengthy prick with one hoof, while the other she rested her head upon as she peered down at the two humans.

Mary was immediately on alert…but more than that, she was pissed. The doctor hated being looked down upon, more than anything. She’d hated it when Twilight did it, and she hated it now.

Having it happen so literally was a special kind of insult.

“What is this?” Mary growled. “What are you playing at?”

That fucking smile. “This, Doctor…is an experiment. You of all people should appreciate such. I think you’ll find it illuminating.”

Celestia’s bright eyes gleamed under the ever-present light of her horn. “If you can keep from sinking yourself balls-deep into that girl’s cunt…I’ll let her go. No more games. I’ll have Twilight wipe her memory of this whole sordid business, and I’ll bring her right back to where I found her. It’ll be like nothing happened. I give you my word, as Princess of the Sun upon the Golden Throne of Canterlot.”

It was too good to be true. Mary couldn’t let hope cloud her judgment.

“Tia…you know fixing her head won’t be that easy. We went through a lot for Erin, and this is worse.”

“We didn’t have the Princess of Magic helping us. Nobody alive knows more about memory manipulation. The girl will be in good hooves.”

“Why would Twilight help? Wouldn’t this piss her off all over again?”

“Perhaps. And perhaps she’s more broken than you realize. Even so, young Emilia is an innocent. I can guarantee that My Faithful Student will do everything in her power to heal this girl…and that is much, as you well know.”

Mary was running out of excuses. She looked down at the teasing union of her flat cock tip and Emilia’s pussy, then back at Celestia.

“I…I just have to…”

“Get up,” Celestia said lightly. “Release the girl, and get on your feet. That should be easy enough, shouldn’t it?” She chuckled. “Of course, I have my own hypothesis as to the outcome of this study. Let’s see if it’s correct.”

Mary took a deep breath. Just get to her feet. Simple. No problem. She could resolve this whole fucked-up situation right now. All she had to do was let Emilia go and stand. Simple.

No problem.

Easy.

Why wouldn’t her body listen?

Whenever she willed her hand to uncover Emilia’s pearl-flecked lips, allowing the girl to take a deeper breath of musky air, her grip tightened instead. Whenever she asked her knees to straighten, so she could stand as an equal before her alicorn partner, they bent further, closing the gap between Mary and her prey.

And when she struggled to pull the fist-sized tip of her mottled horsecock, shiny with her own pre, out of Emilia’s teeny twat to spare the girl further desecration, instead her massive balls belched yet more slimy fluid into the forced open channel in a futile effort to ease Mary’s intrusion, all while each second saw her sink deeper and deeper into Emilia’s font of hidden pleasure.

The thought of removing herself from the banquet in front of her was anathema to Mary…just a terrible waste. Like throwing away food in front of one starving. As much as the doctor tried to see Emilia as the unfortunate she truly was, brought into her current predicament only due to sheer bad luck, her mind kept twisting the reality to suit her hunger.

Look at her. Look how she writhes, how she moans. Feel how wet she is. She’s taking my cock so well. She wants this. Why not give it to her? Every inch. Imagine how sweet it’ll feel when you’re all the way inside. So tight. So wet. So hot.

Celestia had once told Mary that emotions have a magical sound, one that can be recognized with enough experience. The sound of happiness is a chime, for example. Pride is a deep rumble. Exasperation is something like nails on a chalkboard. They go on like that.

The sound of despair was very familiar to the Sun Princess, as a one-time conqueror and despot. It was a steel wire, vibrating in the highest register as it was pulled taut…tighter and tighter…yet, it never snapped. The terrible squeal simply rose in an unbroken scale, eternally.

Mary’s brain was short-circuiting. Everything was reduced to one thing…one state of mind. And as her anguish and carnality mounted in equal measure, a single, sobering thought pierced through the gray fog, lodging itself into the deepest part of herself.

If some people are natural born victims…then others are natural born assailants. And you already know which you are.

From her lofty throne, Celestia’s equine ears swiveled, focusing. Listening.

“Emilia.” Mary’s hoarse moan was full of heartbreak. “I can’t…I can’t hold on.” With the last of her fading willpower, she drew her trembling fingers from the girl’s face. “Tell me it’ll be all right. Tell me you want this. Tell me you forgive me. Please!”

Emilia’s full, pink lips trembled as they tried to form words. When the girl finally spoke, her voice was a defeated whimper, just on the edge of hearing.

“I want my mommy!”

Despair’s music had been leaking from Emilia for some time. And now, the same sound echoed from Mary’s heart as the doctor mashed her lips against the girl’s, devouring with bestial hunger while thrusting her raging cock home, pushing right through the flimsy cervical barrier and ensconcing herself deep within Emilia’s broken womb.

As Emilia screamed and Mary began to fuck wildly, Celestia did not preen in victory. She did not laugh. She did not even smile. She only groaned from her throne as her massive balls contracted, and she came, showering both the squirming humans with scalding seed. The alicorn aimed her fat cock well as blast after blast hosed them both down, and soon they were coated in a thick layer of spunk while they rutted like beasts, uncaring, there on the hard concrete.

Celestia breathed deeply as her orgasm faded, allowing herself a hum of satisfaction with nothing left to prove. “Slip away,” she whispered as she snuffed out the light of her horn.