All's Flare in Love and War

Chapters

Heavy is Her Crown
Hard is the Scepter
Low Hang the Spheres
Freed Art Thy Lusts
Hot Burns Her Love
Sweet Drips Her Venom

Heavy is Her Crown

Before the gates of death, Celestia stood. It dominated her vision, stretching high many ponies tall above her. The dark, nearly black brown of polished mahogany struck a fear, a panic, vague as it was that somehow entering would be her doom. Behind, muffled voices prattled on, muffled by the thick doors, ready to swarm and feast the moment she entered.

Celestia muttered to no one. "Get a hold of yourself mare. This is Day Court. You've done this countless times, in countless years. Everything willl be fine."

She didn't feel fine. Nor did she feel it would be fine.

Here she was, an ancient being, looked up to by millions of ponies as a leader, a teacher, a mother. For some, a Goddess.

'Nearly two thousand years old,' she thought decrepitly. 'And here you are, acting as a common foal.'

The anxiety was far from new. She'd felt this before, only a very, very long time past. In the first year of her being a Princess, nearly every meeting, Court appointment, and diplomatic parlay seemed to strike in her the indomitable fear of Faust.

It had been a long time since then. Even on the dawn of her sister's banishment, and the eve of her return, Celestia had been calm.

Discord? Scarcely above notice. Sombra? She'd beat him once before, and could have done so again.

Chrysalis?

That one, she liked to ignore. She had not anticipated the strength of a months-long love-charged changeling Queen.

Regardless, the question remained. Why now was she so anxious? What could possibly frighten her so much?

Hotly, fat pink nipples pressed firm against the white of her robes. Between her legs, a beast freed of its sheath throbbed and pulsed, stretching taut the silks. A dress normally so free, so flowing, had become a stifling prison of teasing cloth and yearning flesh.

So, in the end, Celestia knew why. Like any pony, she had carnal urges. Hers, however, rarely offered grief. A thousand years of near total celibacy did that to a mare, snuffed out the flames of desire, stoked along by the distractions her role entailed.

Part of said role precluded a certain degree of modesty, or so she told herself. Equestria for many years had been a land of harmony and connection. Harmony and connection, however, often went beyond the realm of the platonic. Cadance no doubt could attest to that.

Yet, despite knowing the feelings of her people, Celestia fixed to her ways. Desire struck rarely, and when it did so weakly.

Until now.

Chuffing, she tugged at her collar. Beyond her own steaming breath, a fact caused by her abnormally high temperature, the rest of her body baked to the touch.

Being an alicorn tasked with solar maintenance brought with it many benefits. Immortality, for one. Near perfect health, another. Magical might and physical prowess the likes of which few mortals could hope to attain in their lifetime, yet another.

Embodying the Sun from inside out had been... less expected. Early on, her internal temperature had gone up by no less than two degrees. Eventually it peaked at six, before stabilizing at five around the year she hit nine-hundred.

Today, she seemed closer to twelve. Were it not for the dizzying bevvy of self-applied cooling spells, she had a sneaking suspicion she'd come off less 'Princess of the Sun' and more 'Princess of the Gym'. Between her flushed face, dripping sweat, and the hidden muscles bulging just beneath her curves, she had little doubt Shining Armor would be anything but proud.

Fortunately, all of that her magics kept hidden. To anypony without magnificent arcane ability, she'd appear as normal and average as she always did.

Those being relative terms. She had hips, tits, an ass and thighs most mares would kill for. Particularly considering her curves could kill in and of themselves. She wondered if that one cute guardsmare at her chamber doors might be willing to get choked between her thigh-

Celestia knocked a fist to her skull. She had to put an end to this nonsense. If for no other reason than to complete her stately tasks.

Breathing in, soft and slow, she took hold of the doors' gold and ivory handles. The moment she touched them, she swore the commotion ahead hushed down. A trick of her mind, one flung away as grandly as she flung open the proverbial gates.

They saw her, and fell silent.

She spared a nonchalant glance towards the courtroom, the sort of glance so small and subtle the most keen-eyed thestral would fail notice. Duly, she noted the packed state of the halls today, nary one seat vacant.

Gold metallic slippers tinked against the marble, soft as fairybells. In the stifled quiet, they rang like mortars.

The room was massive - long, wide, though made more narrow thanks to the many stands. Constructed of Everfree dark oak, the stands tucked against the longest side walls, rising in terraced tiers. On a full court day like today, it held up to no less than a thousand ponies. Between the mass gathering of bodies and heated debates, it fell upon architectural drafts, vents, and spells to keep the temperature at reasonable levels.

The walk to her podium stretched for hours. Dozens of eyes tracked her every movement, some out of respect, others suspicion.

Many, out of sexual desire. Many from mares she found attractive. Many from stallions she did not, and the occasional feminine few who did.

Her podium stood at the hall's top end. It was a plain, ordinary thing - regular varnished wood imported from Griffonstone, and trimmed with matte silver.

Decades of use had robbed its initial luster. The temptation to apply preservation magic struck every time she laid eyes with it, and every time she refused. It had been a gift by a good friend, one of the last true royals from that fallen kingdom, and she had explicitly instructed never to preserve it by artificial means.

"Let it happen," she would say, in that harsh Griffan accent. "The winds of change follow us wherever we go. Don't try to fight it. Make your peace, be glad for the memories, and embrace whatever changes life has in store."

Celestia knew that old bird would have thrown in a last remark of 'Nothing lasts forever'. The thought made her smile, though she remained stone-faced. In these hours, controlled neutrality reigned.

Climbing the numerous carpet steps, taking her position at the podium, she folded her hands behind her and considered the griffoness' words. Wise beyond her years she'd been, aged before her time. Surviving as the last of a nearly forgotten bloodline would do that.

Or much worse. Gelena was fortunate, in the end, for her fate. She never clung to the past, always moved forward, embraced the new and the old when it rose again.

Perhaps she'd been looking at this problem all wrong. Perhaps there was a reason for her latest affliction, something more meaningful than mere coincidence.

"A-ahem." Celestia's gaze flicked to the right, noticing the scrambling hoofsteps of her secretary. Raven, standing straight and clearing her throat, took a deep bow. She really wished the mare would stop doing that. "Your Grace."

Celestia smiled, briefly drawing a time curtain across them both. Raven squeaked as she felt the temporal distortions prick her fur, but soon relaxed.

Placing a gentle hand on Raven's shoulder, they met eyes. "Good afternoon, Raven. I take it your lunch went well?"

Raven nodded coolly. "Yes ma'am, I-"

Celestia held a finger to her lips. She thought Raven flushed ever so subtly at the contact, but she passed it off as her own imagination. "No need to be formal with me, dear. I set up the curtain, you know that."

Raven sighed politely. "I apologize. Old habits die hard."

Celestia chuckled. "I would know. Is everything prepared for today?"

Raven's horn flared with magic, its aura stunningly similar to Celestia's own, if paler. From her own ether, she retrieved multiple quills, inkwells, parchments, and standard print paper. They hovered mid-air in a shapeless mass, primed and ready to document at a moment's notice.

"As always," she said, wryly smirking. Pride, Celestia thought, suited Raven well. A shame she was the only one who got to see it.

Raven possessed many things she enjoyed observing. Her earnest enthusiasm, her gentle soul, her dedicated work ethic, while maintaining a degree of respect and boundaries for herself. That final trait required Celestia's hand to instill, but at least the poor mare didn't work herself to the bone as she did in her first year of employment.

"Splendid. Let's get to work then, shall we?"

No sooner did the last syllable leave her lips, she tore the curtain aside. With a snap, Raven swivelled to face the room and returned her materials to the ether. The use of time magic was technically illegal, and neither wanted a potential political scandal over their heads.

In the process of her turning, Celestia noticed something else about her secretary - close friend and confidant, truly. Something that suddenly took the top spot of things she enjoyed to see in the mare.

Her thick, fat, juicy bubble butt.

A secretary's ass if she ever saw one, it strained hard against the rigid confines of her black skirt. Despite traveling down to below her knees, it succeeded little in hiding the lovingly crafted swell of her backside. The smooth, elastic material wedged in the crack of her ass, while the rest clung on desperately for dear life. As to how it didn't rip at the seams every time she sat or bent over, Celestia could only guess.

Beyond and altogether, Raven's attire could be best described as cool, crisp, and professional. Her white blouse, a shade or two lighter than her pale coat, pressed neatly and with barely a fold in sight. Buttons kept her bust modest, the ruby red tie a further help, although it failed to fully conceal the extent of her bust. Nowhere near as generously stacked as her lower assets, it still provided plentiful deposits of fat for lurid squishing.

'One pair for squishing,' a thought appeared. 'The other for clapping.'

She tore her eyes away, but it was too late. The image, the idea seared itself in her brain, branding the neurons with blue-hot fire. She saw Raven squatting down, thighs spread wide, as she clapped and worked her buns for the Princess' eyes only.

And why stop there? If the slut was willing to twerk for her, it would be so easy to go further. Swipe off that skirt, spread Raven's doughy cheeks, and sink every final throbbing inch into the sodden depths of her tight, virginal cunt.

Ripping herself to the present, Celestia gripped the podium and projected her Canterlot Voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Court, as always it is my pleasure to preside over this meeting." She took her gavel in hand, pounding it thrice as customary to the sound block, both printed with the design of her cutie mark. "Day Court has risen. Would the honorable Mister Sleek Wind provide the docket for today?"

An older pegasus stallion of slate blue complexion slicked back his graying mane, bowed, and retrieved a document from his desk's compartment. He cleared his throat, as customary, and began to recite. "Her Majesty Princess Celestia, as always it is a pleasure to provide the docket on this fine day. The Court would like to make its wish known for addressing two key points of discussion - consideration to officially integrate the Crystal Empire, and the following year's budget for the nation. The Nobles." He thumbed his nose. "Would also like to make their wishes known for the increased funding of charter schools in Upper Canterlot. That is all we have prepared for today."

She pounded the gavel once more, only twice. "My gratitude, Mister Wind. Court is now open for discussion. Let us begin with the integration of the Crystal Empire. At the current time, Princess Cadance's territorial holding is allied with our nation, though I suggest-"

She split her mind in two. One for internal monologue, the other to continue the session. She'd done enough of these to grow bored giving them her all. Court was ultimately more of a show in any case, a board of elected representatives to send down and pass suggestions to the actual legislators. A decision made by the Royal Court held little water in Equestria's actual internal affairs.

Yet, it was necessary. And a necessary distraction, to prevent her from going mad. Unlike Luna she required structure in her life to keep her sane.

The time passed slowly, albeit smoothly. Often, she found sudden squabbles and fights amusing, but most times not. Given the turbulent state of her own mind, she wished much to avoid any conflict this day.

Naturally, those in attendance did not give any particular care.

It was the nature of the beast. Being Princess - being any head of state - was a perpetual game of whack-a-mole, with one crises after another and little opportunity for breath.

The prize for winning? Non-existent thanks. The price for losing? Everything you hold dear, and millions of innocent lives.

Celestia tugged at her collar, frowning. Might be she should quit asking why she was so pent up, and instead ask herself how could she not be.

Between balancing the various bickerings and checking on Raven's performance, Celestia's mind again wandered. It didn't surprise her in the least when it returned to the persistent image of Raven shaking her beautiful, unveiled booty in all its shapely glory. It began to irritate more than titillate. She had work to do.

That annoyance wouldn't last long. Her own pure lust won out in the end, the needful, almost painful twitch in her concealed flaretip tempting her to shuffle on hooves and squeeze her thighs.

Nothing good would come of it. Relief, perhaps, but temporary and fuelling the fire by giving herself stimulation.

What a field day the headlines would have. She could read them now:

'RULER OF NATION MASTURBATES IN COURT?'

'SLUT PRINCESS ATTRACTED TO HER OWN STAFF'

' CELESTIA AND RAVEN - LOVE AFFAIR OF THE CENTURY'

'PRINCESS ANNOUNCES FIRST FOAL, MORE ON THE WAY?'

Celestia groaned.

Those thoughts should have been mortifying. Terrifying, even. Just imagining the political consequences, the cultural aftershocks to affect Equestrian society and the fabric of daily life for generations if not centuries to come from such a heedless, basic, animal act...

It made her shudder.

And not for the reasons it should.

Gripping the stand, the faint sound of snapping wood brought her to Equus. She looked down, saw splinters where fingers had been, and looked back up.

Raven shot her a worried glance. Nopony else noticed. Good.

"A-ha-hem. Princess Celestia."

Celestia's ears folded, features scrunching out of instinct. She knew that voice, and the pony it belonged to all too well. She'd have considered removing him from the Noble section if it weren't for his nightmare legal team.

"Prince Blueblood," she tried, smiling.

"Yes, mm, I wasn't finished. I believe there is a very important matter we should be attending to more than this treasury budget nonsense."

"Go on." She gestured. "The floor is yours.

Blueblood tipped his chin high, shutting his eyes with a nostril flare. She noticed with some disgust that he'd grown a goatee.

"Mhm yes well." He adjusted his collar, scanning the room. "It has been two weeks by my estimation since that little know-it-all of yours ascended to alicorn status. If she's going to become an official Princess-"

Celestia held up a hand, silencing him. "I and my staff are well aware of the situation. Her coronation is being handled, but not by this Court. Those are for the Common Parties to decide."

Blueblood snorted, rolling his eyes. "The Common Parties? How boorish. Those muckraking pigs are better suited making lies than holding events."

The recent coalition had revealed evidence of Blueblood's insider trading to the press. It wasn't a grudge he seemed eager to abandon any time soon.

"You're one to talk," one attendee shouted.

"Just like a unicorn to bullshit his way to success," another joined.

"Excuse me?" a third, then a fourth.

"The Day Court is not a time for your tribalist bigotry, Misses Curtail-"

Bang bang bang!

Scowling, Celestia slammed the gavel down with the force of Stars. Her presence rippled through the Court in waves, carrying her stern disapproval.

"I will hear no more of this in today's session. Any pony who makes disparaging remarks to another for their own tribe will henceforth be expelled for one week."

"But I-" Blueblood began.

"Silence." She didn't shout the word. She almost never shouted, not like her sister. But her voice carried the power and authority to put an army in its place. "The matter is settled. Twilight Sparkle - whom I should note is as of this moment no longer my student - will be attending her Coronation when the preparations and schedules are complete and not a day sooner. If you wish to join myself and the Parties on the Oversight Board, you may see my Secretary Miss Raven Inkwell to file an application."

She waited, and after no reply pounded her gavel thrice. Haltingly Court resumed, and with periodic frequency she'd check the overhead clocks. By now, she wanted this session done and over.

After, she could relax at her palatial spa, perhaps. Or maybe, a brief jaunt to the Gardens.

Or on her massive velvety bed, motherly thighs flung wide as her frantic fist pumped wetly along her raging alicorn cock.

Celestia stifled a groan. Her illusion spell was fraying; she sensed it. Edges and seams of carefully placed magic parted, or simply broke under the weight of sheer divine lust.

Beneath the mask, her real face sweated. White fur turned from pink to rosy red, which spread across her snout and cheeks. Drops of sizzling hot perspiration dripped off her forehead, ears, cheeks, chin, and it wasn't the only part of her either. The rest of her goddessly body cried out to be revealed, shown and displayed with no cloth in sight for every Equestrian eye to bear witness.

She had to get a hold of herself. If the spell failed, and she couldn't successfuly re-up before they caught wind, whole throngs of ponies would fear for her life, terrified their Princess might be sick. And if her populace was frightened, it laid a hotbed opportunity for all sorts of bad actors.

Or worse. Like getting her half-unsheathed, half-eerect marecock photographed pressing against her dress.

Would anypony actually care, though? Half the country knew about Luna. Other than the prudes, no one cared half a wingflap about her 'elicit activities'.

Yes yes, that was it. If Luna could do it, so could she.

But, wait. No. She couldn't. She was different. Luna returned nearly the way she was now; ponies found out her secrets early.

Herself, though?

She had enough secrets in her closet to fill the Library.

Still... She couldn't help but wonder - what if they really didn't care? What if they actually welcomed it? She could usher in a whole new era for ponykind, shatter the chains of sexual repression, and release every mare, stallion, and whatever lay between or beyond into a freer, sexier world.

Celestia ground her pelvis against the podium, mumbling. "Fuck yes..."

Raven turned an ear. "Princess?"

Celestia waved her off with a hand and whisper. Raven turned again to recording the Court, but Celestia's focus did not leave Raven.

How nice it would be, she imagined, to live in such a world, free of repression and judgement. She could fuck glue-thick gallons into her staff's holes. She could sign diplomatic treaties with her cock down a throat. She could punish villains by squatting on their face, and dipping their nose in her sweaty, hanging, burning hot ballsack.

A delirious grin formed on her face. The intelligence and focus she'd become reknowned for fled from her eyes, chased out by unrelenting arousal. So many lurid thoughts sparked in her brain each felt like a miniature explosion, starting chain reactions through the skull until her body couldn't help but react.

Unconsciously, she began to hump the podium.

Her fingers gripped its edge hard. She pictured, rather than the sides of wooden furniture, she was burying her nails in Raven's ass.

Raven, her hot little slut of a secretary, moaned in joy. At some undetermined point she'd lost her glasses, and her bun had gone loose and mangled. The messy hackjob of the tie meant to keep it in place suggested the interfering presence of a hand, roughly pulling and yanking against her mane.

"Raven," Celestia growled. Her stance widened, hooves digging into the marble floor until she became as immoveable as Canterlot Mountain. "Raven," she repeated, then again. "Raven." Each call of her name punctuated by multiple rapid, hammering thrusts.

Raven couldn't reply. Cheek pressed to the podium, inky mascara trailed down her cheeks, staining the papers below she diligently clutched in her hand. Through several shots of shemale spunk and her own foaming spit, she garbled out what may or may not have been Celestia's name.

Celestia leaned over her, in full view of the Court. 'Fuck it,' she thought. "They can watch. They can touch themselves to us for all I care.'

Mammoth mommy milkers draped against Raven's back, gobbling up her head in a vast gulf of alabaster titflesh. The impactful sound of meat on meat resounded through the room, squelches and plaps bouncing off every corner, column, and Courtroom chair.

"I'm gonna make you pregnant," she lowed. The speed and force of her thrusts just seemed to keep going up, rocking the pedestal in place. "Don't you want that, my little pony? It would be an honor for you - consider the foals I'm about to dump in your womb as my token of gratitude for your service."

"Blnnngghhh... buh... b-babyyyyy."

Celestia yanked on her tail, eliciting a mush-mouthed screech from the catatonic mare. "Good girl, Raven. I knew you would agree. I've always-"

PLAP.

"Knew that you-"

PLAP.

"Would make an excellent-"

PLAP.

"Mother~"

And with that, she bellowed her victory. Her instinctual, impossible to deny urge to seed and flower the world with her loins. She'd dump pints of cum into every fertile snatch she saw, and make the infertile ones fertile once more. A miracle - a blessing - to be compounded when they got to sire her children. Watching their bellies grow round and pregnant. Grope and suck and bite on those fattenning, milk-stuffed MILFtits. She bet Twilight would look really cute if-

"Celestia?"

Celestia's right ear twitched. She gazed back down at Raven's seat-eating booty, and returned to pounding out the newest Equestrian generation. When she was done with Raven, next would be-

"Celestiaaaaa?"

Celestia grimaced as she slowed her fucking. The moist squelks gradually stopped as she let her cock stay, resting and warming inside the vice-like confines of Raven's virgin cunt. Who in the Tartarus was interrupting her in the middle of a good hard breeding sessio-

"Celestia!"

Politely, standing with her clipboard in front of her lap and legs tucked neatly together, Raven shout-whispered in her ear. At once, Celestia snapped out of the delusion.

"Is that..." She swallowed with a tremble, gesticulating to the shimmering dome around them.

"Time bubble? Yes. Are you okay, Princess?" She didn't miss a beat, standing higher to place the back of her hand on Celestia's forehead. "You seem fevered, but I don't see any flush or sweating."

Celestia smiled down upon her warmly. She hoped Raven wouldn't notice how hard she was staring at her straining nipples.

"Don't worry yourself, Raven. This is something I deal with all the time. I am an alicorn of the Sun, after all."

Raven nodded, reluctantly drawing back. "If you say so," she said. Celestia thought she didn't seem particularly convinced. "Also, your, uhm."

As though a switch had been flipped, Raven drew the clipboard up to hide her suddenly blushing face. "You let your, uh..."

Celestia raised a brow. "Yes? I let my... what?"

She had a bad feeling about this.

Raven audibly gulped, meekly pointing below the podium.

Celestia felt it before she saw it.

Throb. Throb. Throb. Throb.

She had a bulge in her dress. A clear, visible outline of a mare's flare stretching the silks taut, and staining them slimy with pre-cum.

"Shit," Celestia cursed. That made Raven blush harder.

"I've never heard you curse before," she whispered.

"And hopefully," Celestia returned. "You won't have to hear it again."

She lit her horn, and rezipped the broken modesty spell from the bottom up. The original was too mangled to repair.

"I apologize sincerely for this, Miss Inkwell." Raven opened her jaw. Celestia held up a hand. "Please, you need not say a word. We, ah."

Celestia swallowed. "We shall see you are properly compensated for this mishap. You may address the matter any time after this Court, but not during. Are We understood?"

Behind the clipboard, Raven nodded.

Celestia inhaled, shoulders sighing as the weight lifted from them. Her curt, archaic dialect returned to modernity.

"Thank you for your service, as always." She reflattened her dress, and shuffled the final page of today's docket to the top. "We may resume."

She didn't know what to do. Or how to do it. Or why any of this was happening.

With an exhale, she reached out to caress the flowers. Their soft, pink petals spread for her fingers, and she jerked away when she noticed moisture.

"Nectar, Celestia... It's just... nectar."

The nature and birdsong had helped clear her mind, put it at ease.

But only somehwat.

Because of course, the images continued. The sounds, the smells, the sensations. She was kidding herself to call them mere 'images'. She'd been around the block enough times in her life to experience fully-fledged illusion magic, and this was that.

Except these came from her own head. That was her best running theory. She'd dug around, tracked every last fibral wire and centuries-decayed spell she'd ever cast herself, or been cast upon.

Her hands went empty. For all her power, wisdom, and memories, she could still forget, and navigating a millennium-old's skull for specific files was more of a madmare's gambit than... than...

Celestia hunched, snapping her fingers. Oh what was that new saying again... Pin... bale...

Right. Needle in a haystack. Finding a needle in a haystack was less insane a concept than trying to locate any one memory from Celestia's past. What was she talking about again?

Pulse

Right, yes. That.

The... 'experiences' continued to plague her, even after leaving the Courtroom, out of Raven's view. She couldn't see her secretary, but she still imagined her.

Caressing, holding. Fondling, groping. Kissing, biting. FUCKING, BRREDING-

She'd punch her own head if she could. Assuming it would provide anything more than a headache.

Pinching one flower's stem, she plucked it from the rest. She focused, spinning it around and watching the tulip's petals twirl, while trying not to wonder the unique depths of Raven's cunt.

How puffy would her labia be? How prominent her clit? How wet, hod, and tight the tunnel passage? How reactive its milking constrictions?

When she pounded the gavel to sunset Day Court, she mused how percussive the sound of her balls on Raven's ass might be. Then again, with all the sucking and fucking they'd both be doing, she imagined it would get too drowned out.

Below her nuts, Celestia's pussy tingled. She really did want everything - her dick in some hole, and other dicks in her holes. She couldn't recall the last time she'd been this horny since adolescence.

Twirling the tulip, she paused mid-air. Adolescence. Adolescence. Celestia, come on, you've almost got something here!

A lash of green flame erupted into existence, slicing through space like a line. Then, neatly, a hastily prepared scroll fell into her palm.

Celestia's eyes narrowed skeptically. Hasty? That wasn't like the Twilight she knew.

Minus that one occasion. She'd always known her faithful student was a touch on the neurotic side, but never like that.

Curious, anxious, and desperate for distraction, she cracked the wax seal. It broke, and fell in chunks on the cobble. In a moment, Celestia's curiosity grew from intrigued to panicked.

She unfurled the parchment with haste, while taking care to unfurl its edges. In fast, sloppy handwriting Celestia read:

Princess

i dont know whats happening and i dont know if any of this is going to make any sense but please listen. Ever since i ascended i've been getting these... urges and i havent known what to do with them. ive tried relieving myself at night but it got so bad i couldnt even sleep because i was so fucking horny and shit did just write that?

Fuck it. listen, i went to rarity and fluttershy to take a spa day, so i could relax, because i cant sleep remember?

but then then i dont know wht happened. i dont remember anything before or during one moment i was there, totally fine, totally awake and the next?

i was waking up at night with all of the girls around me

naked

Below, Celestia saw several dollops of ink, all dripped erratically in the place of a period. From there, the writing became neat, uniform, and polished to an academic sheen.

I think they might be pregnant.

Author's Note:

Author's Note

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Hard is the Scepter

Amber sunlight touched her fur. It was among the first things Luna felt whenever she woke. She might compare it to a lover's kiss, perhaps a caress. Given who raised and lowered the sun, however, she put the analogy out of her mind. Her sister was beautiful, and in the past they'd shared certain carnal experiences, but never as one unified, romantic body.

With a quiet and dignified yawn, she began to take in her other sensations. She sniffed, picking up the scent of many wonderful things - lavender, perfume, old books, and the melting wax and faint smoke of lit candles, which danced in the black corner of her room like flickering fireflies. They were motes of light in the shadow, utterly affixing.

There was another scent. It hit her, creeping into her lungs, and sent her heart beating a hair faster. She flared her nostrils, sweeping the sweet smell inside herself. She drank of them deeply, lustily.

The cock between her legs throbbed. A wet hot hole clenched and spasmed around it, gargling groans and choking gags coming from the mare's throat. Idly, casually, Luna raised her long legs, and wrapped them around the slut's neck, pressing them into her shoulders.

"Tis lovely to see you, Lady Linen." She cooed, shoving her down harder until the maid's light pink nose hit Luna's fluffy pubis, scrunching into the dense musky patch. Luna cooed as Linen's dainty hands grasped her midnight blue-ebony balls, rolling and squeezing the massive orbs. "Oh yes, that's it. Choke on that a while, and you shall be thoroughly awarded."

Linen made a sound like agreement, if Luna heard correct past the spittle and moans.

Then, Luna gasped. Her back arched suddenly on instinct as two lips cradled her bared teats. One tongue slavered across the rapidly stiff nipple, while the other nipped and grazed with pointy-fanged teeth.

She looked at the two others assaulting her breasts. She recognized the thestral on her right, a slender boy with girlish proportions and waif-like legs. He, Gloom Gaze, had recently been accepted into her Night Guard's ranks. He never lasted more than a few minutes, less with her shaft inside him, but his enthusiasm pleased her immensely.

The other, a yellow pegasus herm, she did not know the name of. She had seen her once or twice serving guests and nobles, but the way she pulled on Luna's cork-like nipple had her mewling.

With their mouths busy and hands free, the two roved across her tall alicorn body. Plucking, tracing, learning the smooth contours and subtle, battle-hardened muscle. Gloom managed to fit one hand under her plump ass and found her dark ponut, slipping two digits into the accepting, slippery crevice. At the same time, the serving mare massaged the meat of her heaving breast.

She wished it could last forever. The dimming light of her sister's Sun debated otherwise.

She let herself cum. Her control released, and bucking like a wild animal, she thrust roughly into Linen's throat, whose esophagus bulged and eyes widened. Mascara ran down her cheeks, and with a mighty bellow of conquest steaming royal seed glugged into her little belly.

"Take it," she hissed. "Take it, slut. Grow fat on my sperm, until your buttocks and breasts swell so large you cannot move!"

She wrenched her eyes shut, hosing down for what seemed a small eternity. Gradually, chuffing and gasping for breath, the climax waned. She put her hands on the heads of her nursers, and gently coaxed them off.

"Good girls," she told them, despite one being male. His erect prick throbbed in joy. "The lot of you. Be dears and remove Lady Linen from my pole, and place her into the Chamber."

They shot her a confused look. "Chamber?" the serving mare asked.

"Ask Lapis Song. She is the thestral mare with dark blue fur and golden freckles guarding the door. You will have seen her on your way in."

Gloom giggled. "I made her jizz just from throating her balls."

Luna's brows rose. "Impressive. Her sack nearly competes with mine. Now!" She clapped her hands. "Get on with it. The magic in my cum will fade in an hour. If it does, the Chamber's magic cannot take effect."

The pegasus rose her hand. Fresh milk dripped down its surface, ejected from Luna's swollen nip. It was a wonderfully debauched benefit of Luna's recent pregnancy - her first in a thousand years.

"It will mold her to a more fitting form, for my enjoyment. Stay there and observe if you wish to see for yourselves."

They nodded, and wasted her time no further. Snapping to their hooves they hauled the gravid Linen off her bloated cumgut, and together hauled her out the room.

Luna smiled, and swung herself from the bed. Her mast remained half-erect, dribbling pre that left a trail in her wake. She only bothered with her regalia, and didn't clean the leftover spunk off her cock. Ponies would have the chance to do that for her later.

With practiced efficiency, she raised her Moon and its accompanying Stars, spreading them over the sky like arranged glitter. The Night was her territory, her canvas, and she painted upon it for all her beloved ponies to see.

How she never saw it before, she didn't know. She blindly ignored the poetry they wrote, the stories they told, serenades sung and compositions played. All of them, in devotion to the beauty of her domain. Yet because most worked in sister's Day, she believed they'd scorned her.

Foalish, but nothing to do of it now. She was back home, and had no plans to abandon it again.

Breakfast - her version of it at least - went well. She ate fruits and dainty chocolates off the bodies of svelte dancers, and milked the cream from one's balls into her 'morning' tea. It added a nice heady undertone that made her puffy cunt drool.

It came to an end too soon. The risque entertainment and lyrically lewd sonnets ceased, and time came to fulfill her duties.

She had a military budget to increase. If, she could convince the Court's patrons.

Luna enjoyed walking the halls. Whether to a meeting, banquet, or Night Court, they filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of sweaty grinding bodies in various states of undress.

Guards lined the columns, as they did in Celestia's western wing of the palace. Yet Luna's guards she allowed greater freedoms. They wore armor, wielded spears and halberds, swords and sheilds as any soldier should do. Yet, Luna also understood that guards were ultimately for show, ineffective in fights from the sort of all-encompassing, magical threats their nation often faced.

Outside those, Equestria was a land of peace, unity, harmony. That credit belonged to her sister and the ponies she'd worked with long and hard over the years.

Thus, the guards were a show. To that extent, she allowed them to be treated as such - eye candy, as modern vernacular put it, a feast for the sight and sinful desires of her rampant alicorn libido. The other guards and staff enjoyed it just as much as she.

She had freed them. Liberated them from the shackles of stifling conservatism. There was no wrong, no ill in the gift of sexuality. By displaying her ability to hold power, sway, and influence as strong and smartly as Celestia while also throwing herself into the depths of a hedonist's life, she explained it with her very presence.

She had done so centuries ago, as a younger mare. All things were freer back then, and not always for the best. Blood from slit throats, poisons in passed wine, and lies from trusted lips flowed as wantonly as fluids from throbbing nethers.

Through centuries, Celestia had all but eliminated the first three. The last eliminated itself by Celestia's example alone, and the lack of Luna's. Now that she'd returned, she had every intention of thoroughly, painstakingly re-establishing the fourth.

She'd done it in her eastern wing of the palace. She'd instilled it in her guard. She'd convinced a portion of the public, the nobles, officials, through words as much as demonstration. With luck, she'd convince Celestia in time, and 'land of debauchery' could be added as fitting descriptor for their territory as much as the rest.

Step by step, platform heeled silver slippers carried her along the rich red velvet. She toned the light down in her domain, so the flickering sconces and chandeliers danced across dimly illuminated bodies with a sort of intimate warmth. It highlighted the sheen on their bodies, the oily shine of pearlescent cum and spit and pre and pussy drippings. Her thestrals appreciated it as well; exposure to too much light for too long would hurt their eyes.

As she drew close to the towering double doors, she could already hear the orgy inside. The thrusts, the groans, the hot wet shlicks and the subtle, quiet throbs and spurts cocks made as they erupted with sperm, and the delighted gasps of others as it splashed against their fur or holes. Her keen ears picked upon them all, as well as the rank, raunchy odor of many dozens engaged in frantic coitus.

She smiled, and idly massaged her rigid flare. They would pause for the most part when she entered, as show of respect and paid attention. But, naturally, they would continue.

Especially when - not if - she got involved herself.

The shifting piles stilled somewhat as she entered. She passed a gaze upon them all, surmising and judging each for their technique, posture, angle, the positions they chose. She - and the ebony pillar slapping her thighs - was pleased to see a higher number of mating presses, full nelsons, and scissoring today.

"Continue as you were," she said dismissively, waving with her hand. "So long as you do not moan over myself."

A shy mare's voice squeaked from beneath two other mares, and a twinky stallion. "I can't promise that, but I'll tr- Ooooh!" The stallion bucked, squelching his length inside her cunny. "B-but I'll try~"

Luna nodded curtly, and took her position at the dais. She had modified her podium so that it gave the crowd view of everything below her waist.

The first agendas were the simplest and most boring, and she itched for the opportunity to properly dive in. Unlike her sister she did not keep a secretary, given she had always enjoyed the process of note-taking and administration. Celestia delegated wherever possible. Luna did so if it was the only sensible option.

They went down the prepared list, item by item. The brothel bill had passed through another hurdle, one step closer to implementation. It would set aside a small sum of the coffers for funding whorehouses and ensuring safety and protection of its workers. Similarly, it put in no uncertain terms the rights for prostitutes to form coalitions, barter terms, and receive a minor sum from the Crown should reasonable demands be unmet.

The funding for art displays had passed without a hitch. Either nopony from the Senate had noticed its permittance of lurid works - kept to restricted, adults only sections naturally - or they hadn't cared. Just as likely, they correctly observed it as an extension of art itself, even in its most pornographic form.

The sex-ed bill had stalled, frustratingly. It did not surprise her. Despite the statistics, some ponies believed an abstinence only education would lead to less ponies engaging with sex, when the reality was quite the opposite, on top of revoking the resources and information for said ponies to engage safely.

She and her patrons would fight it, as they always did. The road to progress was a slow one indeed.

Throughout the ordeal, she pleasured herself freely and openly. When particularly bored she called over staff and guard, and had them attend to her lusts in other ways.

One unicorn mare squatted in front, massaging her bucking tool like it were a spitting cobra. Her soft hands weighed and bounced her low-hanging fruits, coaxing out the potent swimmers within.

Another, one of the few non-pony members of her harem, fucked her ass from behind. It made speaking eloquently an interesting challenge as his twin draconic dicks stuffed her hole, steely claws raking her copious assflesh.

He dumped his load inside at the same time she dumped hers onto the unicorn's face. Said mare teetered with joy, holding out her palms and shaking her pendulous chest to catch the excess syrup. When Luna finished, she waved them both off. Time for getting down to business.

She stepped out from behind the podium, waving a femcolt maid nearby to clean up the mess while she addressed the Courtroom.

"Fine ponies of the Court, this final item was not prepared for the schedule tonight but 'tis something of import which I wish to address." She glanced aside to a magnificently tall thestral mare, clad in silver and black magisteel armor. "Such regards the budget of our military. I am pleased in many ways by how quickly I have reformed my Night Guard, yet they remain substandard for what I wish in some key departments. Captain Blackstar, do you have a lineup of your soldiers prepared?"

She snapped to attention. "Ma'am yes ma'am." Pivoting on her hoof, she tossed open an exit and hollered out. "Guards, in here and at attention, for your Princess of the Night!"

Marching in line formation, they filed in. Luna's soft lips curled into an easy smile as she examined them, prepared just as she had ordered. They'd been stripped of their armor but for shoulderpads, loincloths, kneebuckles and greaves, leaving most of their bodies open for ogling.

The Court did exactly that.

There were five in total. From left to right, a tall and well-built yet svelte thestral stallion with chalk gray pelt and white mane. Lapis Song beside him, gravid bosom tugged down to cover the defined topography of her six abdominals. A short and bottom-heavy pegasus with a deep brown coat and rose-colored hair, tits nearly flat next to her wide jutting hips. A lanky, yet shockingly top-heavy thestral mare with a perfect white coat, straight jet black mane, piercing red eyes, and a shaft as long and slender as her proportions jutting straight up. Finally, Gloom Gaze, his feminine hips shifting excitedly, pink eyes roving across the others beside him. Lapis appeared to notice, and the two held each other's attention for a fraction of a moment.

Captain Blackstar went down the line, placing a hand on each head and called their names. "Lieutenant Nightrain, Commander Lapis Song, Private Rose Thorn, Cadet Willow Wisp, and Private Gloom Gaze. Atten-shun!"

As one, they snapped a little straighter, offered their salutes with silent reproach.

Of the participants sufficiently equipped, their bodies were not the only thing which 'stood at attention'.

"As you can see," Luna began. "Their military discipline is up to par. Observe, however, as they are tested beyond their limited expectations."

All reacted with a degree of anxiety. Some were more obvious, Rose Thorn looking between her, the Captain, and the Courtroom with trembling eyes. Others kept their anxieties subtle, such as the shift of Nightrain's hooves, or the quickly swallowed lump in Willow's throat.

As the Captain had done, Luna paced from one side to the other. Rather than reach for their head, she reached instead between their legs. The reactions she garnered, disappointing, albeit entertaining.

Upon squeezing just beneath his flare, Nightrain gave an easily missed squeak, of the kind thestrals were so often reputed for. The sharp unfolding and flap of his wings, less abely ignored. She applied her expert sexual skills, honed over prior centuries, and made observant calculations like a predator would its prey.

Every piece of relevant information she took in, analyzed, and turned to her advantage. She soon found the best place for her hand to be - halfway between the medial ring and flare, closer to the flare with four fingers spread, pointer rubbing the flare's crown, thumb pressed into the bulging underpipe. Slow strokes worked best for him, and in moments time his squeaks multiplied in amount and volume both, knees quaking before the Court.

"Witness how easily the resolve falters." She snapped her fingers, and tossed away the loincloth with a spell. A linen pouch cradled his fuzzy sack beneath, which she undid as well, before jostling the laden orbs in her free palm.

"P... P... Princess!" He panted hard, unable to hold back. Dropping the spear he'd been tentatively holding his hips thrust forward, and arcs of white spat out his flare once, twice, seven times to form a streak on the cut stone floor.

Luna clucked her tongue. She offered no thoughts on the display, but the disappointment carried through her eyes and tone well enough. "You may return to your post, Lieutenant, or you may join the party."

The 'party' she defined, gesturing at the amassed bodies in the room. Despite the ongoing sex, their fucking had slowed and the vast majority paid rapt attention, preferring to idly snuggle, masturbate, or offer the simpler, idle pleasures to their partners beside.

Red-faced, head bowed, he escorted himself to the hallway from which he'd entered. The others appeared visibly shaken now, though with that unmistakeable twinge of private excitement.

For Lapis, she squat low, bringing her snout level with the batmare's swollen testicles. Despite being drained that morning, they appeared full as ever. With lidded eyes, hands balanced on the guard's muscular hips, she opened her maw, unfurled her tongue, and swallowed the pouch in a single gulp.

It took even less time to make her cum than it did Nightrain.

The remaining three fared no better. Fingers up Rose's cunt, two in her asshole and one on her clit, made her squirt pints in seconds. The base of Willow's slender shaft proved especially sensitive, rewarding Luna's good graces with no less than three consecutive orgasms, both from the prick between her long legs and the gash behind her nuts she hadn't noticed prior. Gloom she took from behind, ramming his tight ass silly until he squealed and painted his own belly white.

They all tried to hold themselves back, naturally. They failed, and everypony saw it clear as day.

Lapis had departed in shame as Nightrain had done. The final three threw themselves into the orgy with abandon, Willow more reluctantly so and on shaking sticks for legs.

Luna, chin tilted skywards, folded her hands and wings neatly behind her. Captain Blackstar ate both her holes out from the back, particularly eager to taste the flavor of exotic dragon spunk from her pussy. From Luna's experience, it often had a spiced ginger undertone, or otherwise the faint hint of smoke.

"I believe these events speak for themselves. However, for those of you too drunk on lust to make the connection, allow me to shed some Moonlight on the subject." She cleared her throat, scruffing the Captain by her neck and removing her from behind, though keeping the mare on her knees.

Blackstar swallowed another mouthful of dragonload. "W-what... hah, what the Princess means to say is our forces are clearly lacking in rigor, stamina, and endurance. A good soldier maintains their composure in combat situations. A great soldier remains the same under any sort of duress, even sexual." Her eyes glazed with the same rapidity they'd focused. The following moment, she'd buried her snout into the deep crevice of Luna's Moon-sized, ink-splotched asscheeks, happily slurping and huffing away.

"You may ask yourselves why such training would be needed. I may remind you of the battle which took place last year between Queen of the Changelings and my dearest sister. We have not heard activity from the hive to the south, yet we must remain vigilant, and prepare for an attack whenever it comes!" Her voice gained an air of bravado about it, boasting militarism urging her to puff out her chest. She did so with a tremendous wobble. "If we are not careful, if we have not prepared, they will feed upon our love in the easiest way they know how - sexual intercourse. Furthermore, any training which results in a more sexually rigorous and durable armed force will necessarily transfer to other fields. Need I justify my plea more, or shall we commence with the closer for this fine evening?"

The response was immediate, expected, and pleasing. Some nodded and proclaimed agreement. Others looked contemplative. Few outright disagreed. They could debaite it amongst themselves after Court finished.

Luna's muzzle spread wide, revealing her pointed fangs. Her holes clenched, and sopping box sprayed against the Captain's moaning face. Now for the fun part.

They fucked for hours.

Perhaps that wasn't quite accurate. With the special spelldrug Luna ordered be rought in - an East Zebrican brew of nectar and select herbs, tempered with an alchemical spell - their sense of time's passage had distorted perversely. It stoked their inner fires, brought free their closeted lusts, and inflamed their loins - in the best way. Each second that passed might well have been minutes. With the heightened sensitivity it brought out, Luna herself could hardly refrain from cumming endlessly.

That was another of the elixir's benefits. Typically, a pony would run out of fluids to discharge, no matter how much you hydrated them. Luna, being an alicorn, dealt with such struggles far less often, though she was not immune to the issues that arose from marathon sex.

It helped in both their cases. The maids might have complained about the mess they'd produced, but then, the maids had gotten involved as well. Luna left nopony out of the lurch, unless they chose to abstain.

Of course, she needed a shower after it all. Uncountable dozens of ponies' sweat, slick, spunk, spit, and milk coated every inch of her body. She might feel disgusted if it weren't half as much arousing.

She didn't actually require the shower. Compared to Celestia, her public-facing events were few and far between. Night Court - a debauched parade of reckless degeneracy - and Dreamwalking consumed the majority of her official time.

Closing her eyes, she turned the heat up by another notch. Steam billowed through the marble chamber, choking the oxygen in a pleasant way that sent her heart racing and blood rushing, primarily down to her loins. Magic hands attended to cleaning her body, reaching where she could not and scrubbing with better precision, turning her coat from dusky blue to a frothing white of soap rather than cum.

Likewise, the magic allowed her to touch herself with her hands, free of distraction. She pinched her nipples, thumbed the taut surface, squished into her bosom or reached back to pry her cheeks apart, easily sliding soapy digits into her puffy, well-fucked holes.

Alone in the shower she let down her typical poise. In front of others, she felt the need to stay firm, a strong leader and one who wouldn't moan like a wanton whore from simple fingers in her ass or a hand milking her breast. Here, she could truly unshackle her wants, and devolve into the frenzied animal state after which she so desperately thirsted.

From her room, she teleported in her magnum fleshlight and extra-large dildo. It took finagling and warping of the room's dimensions - a feat achievable soley through her sheer power - but she attached one to one wall, and the other to the opposite.

From there, she could place herself between the two, faux-cock and faux-pussy alike. Grunting, snarling, letting spill strings of obscenities and spoken imaginations that would make her kinkiest harem mates faint, she bounced between the two. Thrusting in, then back, cooing and whining as she fucked herself stupid.

It didn't take long before her automated cleansing spell broke. Not an issue regardless, since she'd already washed up for all intents and purposes. She replaced the spell with hands to massage and stroke her for pleasure's reason, yanking harshly on her tits like a cow's, slapping her flanks, caressing the gentle swell of her seed-filled tummy.

She required foal. It had been only a week since her last was born. Her now empty womb yearned for another. Desperately, she hungered for the day to be knocked up with a herd. Five would suffice, and make her dairy nozzles pour like milky waterfalls.

She came again, and again, and again, until the words and thoughts spinning in her mind dissolved. Like the edge of torn fabric they frayed, until the whole thread came loose.

She watched herself in the mirror-like sheen of the wall, and came again and harder at the moronic expression overtaking her face. Her eyes dull, rolled up into her skull, and her mouth hung open with tongue out and panting like some common streetbitch.

She forced herself to stop after what her hindbrain guessed must have been twenty-nine orgasms. Close to her record, missing by four more and an additional forty seconds.

From there, her business-like demeanor returned. Holding herself on the dildo's suctioned base, she gripped her fleshlight pinkie out like a tea cup or wine glass, tipping the contents into her greedy throat. A final, unexpected orgasm slammed into her - and the wall - as she glugged down the salty, musky taste, its fumes fogging her head with another series of carnal imaginings.

When both toys were cleaned, the last dregs and fluids swirling down the drain, she reset the room's original dimensions. Towelling off, her wet mane dried itself in seconds, swiftly back to its ethereal flowing nature. She strode into her chambers, and considered calling that one adorable shortstack of a griffon in for a fast rutting before she Dreamwalked.

Instead, she met with Celestia.

Luna paused, less surprised at being caught nude than by the intrusion. She continued to dry herself, hoisting a brow and skeptical furrow in her sister's direction.

"Celestia," she stated. "Tis late for you this hour."

"Yes, well." Celestia cleared her throat, averted her gaze. Her porecelain cheeks burned bright red. "There was something I wanted to ask of you."

Luna's brow raised further. She said nothing, permitting Celestia the space to continue.

"It's about Twilight. I received a... troubling letter from her this afternoon. I'd rather not divulge the details right this moment." Celestia squirmed in place, eyes flicking down to Luna's softening shaft before refocusing. Luna noted the bulge in Celestia's dress, and the tents her nipples formed. Luna didn't know if that was because of her, the situation with Twilight, or another reason entirely.

"And what would you like me to do about this?" She didn't mean to sound so short, but then she'd been interrupted picturing the little griffoness' beak latched on her nips while she plowed her piledriver.

"Nothing much, if it's not any trouble. I figured, since your Dreamwalking is soon, you could pay attention to her dreams for the next few days. If you notice anything that warrants remark, I'd like to know."

Luna nodded, promised she would, and Celestia left.

The moment she did, Luna called in her latest squeeze. It was going to be a good, long night.

Low Hang the Spheres

Twilight went through her days in a fog. Each one passed on, same as the last. Over and over again the cycle began, the few small varying details insignificant to the ultimate rhythm.

Wake up. Clean sheets. Brush teeth. Jerk off. Shower. Breakfast. Read books. Jerk off. Jerk off, jerk off, jerk off, more books. Shower again, go to bed, probably have at least one wet dream during the night.

Next day. Wake up. Clean Sheets. Brush teeth. Jerk off...

Spike was concerned. Her friends were, too. Rarity and Fluttershy came by on occasion, but she never let them in. Her magic ranked among the best of the brightest, and nothing short of another master magician could take her bubble down. They had the courtesy to leave her alone after a few days, listening to her wishes, although she'd never spoken them aloud.

They were good friends regardless. They knew when she needed her space.

The library offered her a small comfort. The old wood, dim yellow lanterns, and the scent of weathered pages, lit candles, and the faint taste of them on her tongue made... other sensations marginally bearable. Marginally.

She had needs now. They were new needs, in addition to her old feminine wants.

She wanted cock in her pussy. She needed pussy on her cock. She needed both to lead to pregnancy, of herself and others respectively.

It reminded her of adolescence. Early in her twenties, the memory of fevered nights and estrus seasons locked in her room, rubbing herself silly and staining her thighs rang close, and clear. Back then, she had all the awkwardness of a blooming body, discovering herself and what she enjoyed, what she didn't, who she found attractive and et cetera. Her being who she was, she'd made lists, did research, and wrote essays about her feelings on the subject.

She still had them now. During her guilty moments, she'd sneak them out from the hidden spot in her closet and read through them. Somehow, the clinical, or otherwise academic approach turned her on even more. It was a far cry from Rarity's smut-laden novellas, Rainbow's mags of sweaty, half-clothed sports types, or the... collection Twilight saw on accident that one time at Fluttershy's place.

The least obscene thing there had put fantasies in her head for months.

She wished she'd taken one of them now. She needed it. Needed something. Her body, the womb in her belly and the jutting shaft and hanging balls that hid her original genitalia, screamed with an itching, burning desire.

The instinct to breed.

Her base animal brain told her she'd already claimed for. They were already hers - Fluttershy, Rarity, Aloe, Lotus. What harm would it do speaking with them, and maybe going for round two?

Logically, it was the correct decision. Logic, in most cases, represented one of Twilight's strongest virtues.

Guilt and shame weren't exactly logical emotions. And no amount of telling herself that would stop her from feeling them.

She grit her teeth, gripping the kitchen counter like she could snap it off. Who knew, with alicorn magic running in her blood, maybe she could.

Her knuckles ached, skin turning white under the fur, shifting her lavender shade to a stark lilac. A pot of coffee boiled in the background, teapot whistling beside. As they rose in volume and pitch, something else rose from her crotch.

"Stop it," she hissed, as if her junk could listen. Her pole slithered out of its sheath, cunt dripped into her PJs. "Stop it. Go away. I already came twice this morning and I've been up for less than two hours. Just leave me alone!" She shouted, slamming her palms against the counter.

"Twilight?"

Spike's head popped into the doorway. She startled, nearly dropping the cup she forgot she'd been holding. She made it still, but it didn't take long for her hands to start trembling again.

"H-hey. I'm fine, just uhm. Nicked myself a bit."

Spike looked at her face, her hands, squinting. "On what"

"Splinter," she tried, beaming nervously. Tightness fluttered in her gut, hoping he'd leave her be.

With a belated grunt, he shrugged. "I'm going out for some groceries. We're running out of teabags." Twilight shoved the idea of squatting and resting her sweaty danglers on Pinkie's face. "You want the Gold Tree?"

"S-s-sure, yeah. In fact." She straightened, perhaps a little too fast, wings snapping in place behind her back. "Why don't you visit Rarity for the day. I've got some work I need to do in the lab, and Rarity always appreciates your help."

His eyes sparkled. The heavy stone of guilt weighed in her throat, down against her breast. "She does?"

"Of course!" She laughed, waving him off with a hand. "You're the best assistant a mare could ever ask for. In fact, she'll be working on her Summer line this time of year. She might need you to stay up late. Maybe you can leave those teabags at our porch, I'll take good care of them."

She waited for him to reply, or react in any kind of way that might suggest he'd heard her. After a pause, the lack of wide-eyed, wide-grinned salute and scamper off, he frowned and tilted his head. The fluted barbs at his cheeks seemed to tilt downward ever so slightly. "Twilight, are you okay?"

Fuck. She said too much.

She ground her teeth, tamping a snapback down. "I'm fine," she snipped. "Like the other hundred times you've asked me this week."

"Uh..." He shuffled on his feet, wringing his claws. It was an old, nervous tic he'd adopted from her, from all the way when she was a filly. "Right. I'll just..." He jabbed a thumb behind him. "Go then. Call me if you need anything?"

She put on her plastic smile. Plastic, not because she didn't love him, but because she did. It was better if he knew as little as possible. He was far too young to be overtly familiar with those things anyway.

"Sure, Spike. I'll let you know."

She sighed, hearing the door shut and lock behind him. She hoped Rarity would take up the overnight Spike visit she just thrust upon her. It would give her time alone, time she desperately needed for research, contemplation, and... what else, but more jerking off.

"Rarity..." Her shoulders slumped in a breath, grip loosening on both cup and counter.

Rarity, Fluttershy. Aloe, Lotus. Not long ago, she associated those names with friend, good, kind, dependable.

She still thought those things, but there were new words. Words and images.

Words like slut, whore, cocksocket, broodmare. She pictured them with gushing slits, milky tits, huge round pregnant bellies, naked and covered with the sweat that came through copulent mating. They ground their bodies against her, mewling her name, taking her apart like she was meat while she did the same to them.

She'd grope and grab, anywhere and anything that she could. Breasts, buttocks, thighs, cunnies, nipples, the tender flesh of neck and shoulder, kissable lips, chewable ears. They'd rise and fall together like a beast of its own, formed from separate ponies and merged into a writhing mass of vibrant, colorful flesh. Her purple, the largest, the stud, as their white, blue, pink, and yellow twisted alongside. She could surrender to her flesh, and be happier for it.

She started humping the counter. Her eyes unfocused, and she moaned out loud, panting like a bitch in heat. Internally, she was aware of her actions. The rest of her mind, the part responsible for taking control and considering decisions, held increasingly little sway.

The bubbling pot and screaming tea reached their crescendo. She peaked with them, grunting animal sounds as her bulging pantsleg exploded with spunk. Hot, thick, slimy, oozing down her fur, dripping onto the floor. The filth of it turned her on, and made her bust another, equally hefty nut.

She loved it. She hated it. She couldn't maintain basic composure for half an hour before she had to release. It was the reason beyond her guilt, her fear, her shame and embarrassment, that she locked herself in her home.

She knew it had something to do with her new alicorn biology - the extra bits that came with the package told her that well enough as anything. The rest that followed, she stumbled in the dark. For thousands of years, there hadn't been any alicorns, aside from a few pseudo-historical rumors. Then there were two, then one for a thousand years. Now, there were four, and Equestria's academics still knew nothing about how they worked.

At some point, she'd fix that. She could use herself as a guinea pig, no other Princesses necessary. Naturally, she'd been documenting her experiences for the past week and change, ever since...

The day.

The day like any other. The day she went to the spa with her friends for a massage and some girltalk. The fact she couldn't remember how she blacked out, what happened during, and what led up to it made her angry, furious. Angry at what, she didn't know. The world? Her ascension? Herself?

Probably the last one.

It didn't seem her... 'partners' remembered much either. She could recollect a few snippets, some sounds and smells and sensations, but that's where it stopped. The others pieced together a shaky collage of ill-recalled scenes and phrases. It put together an image of utter debauchery, if waking up in a pool of mixed fluids and well-creamed mares didn't spell that out enough.

From what they told her, it didn't seem she'd done anything bad to them. They certainly didn't act like she...

Like she...

Twilight swallowed. She couldn't think the word, let alone say it. Who knew four letters could be so terrifying?

It didn't even happen to her. She'd been the one to do it to them. What if it wasn't consensual? What if they were lying because they felt guilty she couldn't control herself? What if they actually hated her? What if Celestia came down to Equestria tonight and dragged her sobbing to the dungeons, locked her up in a pit for a crime she couldn't even remember committing?

She was breathing too fast. Her heart was beating, roaring, pulverizing itself against the cage of her ribs.

Ritualistically, she placed a palm on her bosom, ignoring the pleasant tingle it aroused. She breathed in through her nostrils, slow. Out through her mouth, slow. Just like Caddy taught her.

The tension loosened. Not by as much as she'd prefer, but enough to handle. Down to an inconvenient worry, rather than full-blown panic.

Crisis averted. For now.

Taking her tea and coffee off their burners, she poured herself a cup of both. Sometimes, she got bored of drinking only one beverage.

That's how she handled a lot of things, actually. She ate books like a timberwolf, but usually had multiple going at a time. It took some real juicy fiction or fantastic research to make her focus on one.

She spent the rest of her day reading, writing, researching, and filling condoms. She sent the note to Rarity mid-day, and by evening had her answer.

Spike wouldn't be coming home. She sighed in relief, and got herself ready for bed. Clean sheets and covers on, lamp alight, she popped open a textbook on pony reproduction.

She'd read it halfway through thus far. It hadn't given her any answers yet - other than the pleasure she got from her new equipment could be classified as 'testosterone-influenced'. She read on anyway. Maybe one of the remaining pages had what she sought.

Her eyes drifted down. She yawned, stretching her back and shifted her junk. Stupid thing had to be readjusted if she didn't want it winding up in some strange, uncomfortable positions, particularly her testes.

She understood now what made AJ squirm on her hooves so much. Those jeans and denim shorts must have been a bastard. It got worse the bigger you were too, and 'Big' Mac was related to her sister in more ways than blood.

She continued reading, eyes closing by millimeters. Her sheath stirred on occasion, flare twitching and attempting to push its way out. She'd learned trying to press it back in made her harder, so she reluctantly agreed to ignore it, or accept the sledgehammer in her lap.

At eleven sharp, she snapped the book shut. She flicked the light off, rolled over in bed, and crossed her arms over her belly, like she was hugging herself.

She went to sleep, imagining how nice it would be heavy with foals.

"Twilight! Ohhhh ffffuck me, Twiliiight!"

Twilight didn't respond. Her body did, rocking itself with the speed and force of a barreling freight train. Her hips pistoned, and pelvis slammed into Applejack's fat, juicy, orange country-grown cunt.

She flared her nostrils, blowing steam through the holes as she sank down. Jaw falling, she snapped it shut around Applejack's right breast, encompassing much of the gravid mount and all of the ripe, turgid ochre nipple. It stiffened in her maw, stiffer than it already had been, and she threw the tidal force of a fuck-hungry alicorn's tongue behind it.

Beyond her animal grunts, the meaty smack of flesh on flesh, and the farmer's keening, submissive groans, there was the squelch. The overly wet, swampy shquick and squolch of a well-bred fuckhole, already oozing with virile sperm, getting rammed with relentless intensity.

The other girls, all her friends, laid in moaning piles on the floor. Their pastel bodies entangled, otherwise sprawled, heaved in bloated masses. Their guts distended, bloated with Faust only knew how many pints, liters, gallons of royal spunk.

She grinned around her mouthful of tit, and bit down.

"Twilight."

Her ears perked. The voice didn't sound quite right.

"Twilight."

She met AJ's gaze, and her blood went cold.

All the pleasure had gone from her face. The mindbroken bliss seeped out like an icy haze, leaving what could only be described as glacial, venomous hate in its wake.

Immediately, Twilight yelped. She released her lips off AJ's breast, attention flickering and crotch throbbing at the visible, redly-inflamed hickey on the mass. Puppet strings pulled her up and away, cock bobbing in the air as jizz noisily spluttered onto the floor between Applejack's spread, treetrunk-esque thighs.

She got to her haunches, glaring Twilight down, freezing her in place. The others did the same, slowly gathering their bearings, getting to their hooves or otherwise smoldering her lust down with silent, fiery rage. The lightswitch next to her bedroom door flipped off.

A light came back, but not the same one. It burst into life with a great snap, like the sound of an activated spotlight.

It was a spotlight. She stood at its center, lit with harsh white that did no favors for her appearance. Naked, alone, surrounded by the dark, except she didn't get the sense that darkness was empty. It had eyes, each pair of them narrowed in her direction.

As if responding to the hunch, they opened up, two by two. Green, teal, sapphire, sky, magenta. She knew who they belonged to before they stepped forward.

"Disgusting," Rarity snipped, coming out of the shadows. The spotlight itself didn't seem to affect her at all. Just one moment there'd been black, the next eyes, and the third she pushed out from the black like stepping out a train. "Filthy mongrel, following your own base desires. I thought you were the smartest of us, but if that thing-" She flicked her wrist at Twilight's crotch. She looked down, and gawked at its new, longer, thicker proportions.

"Is what's leading you around these days, you may consider our friendship forfeit." She tipped her chin in the air, refusing to look Twilight in the eye but more than happy to offer a contemptuous sideglare.

Then, a sniffle. Crying, as Fluttershy feebly walked beside Rarity, trembling in... what? Shame, fear, sorrow? Her long, willowy limbs shook like the thin branch of dead trees.

"W-why?" Twilight could barely hear her, until her voice broke like a dam. The water came soon after. "Why would you do that to me? I-I thought we were friends, b-b-but you took me like I was some- some toy!"

She burst into tears, falling into Rarity's arms. Rarity held her as she sobbed, running fingers through pink mane with a half-considered snarl in Twilight's direction.

"Yeah man, not fucking cool." Rainbow next. She balled her fists, knuckles white and hands trembling as though ready to strike out. "Shouldn't even be surprised. Freak nerd like you probably doesn't get shit for action. Did it make you feel strong, Twilight? Taking that from them?"

Pinke trudged into view alongside Applejack. Neither said a word. Pinkie couldn't stand to look at her, mane flat as a sheet, draped over her dour, desaturated face in a thick curtain.

More came. Ponies she didn't expect. Ponies who shouldn't know anything about what happened, and one who did.

Her mother. Her father. Her brother. Cadance. Celestia. Luna.

They formed a wall around her. In the moment, they seemed to stretch up, high as towers looming over and casting invisible shadows.

They all had some word for her. Some accusation, some comment.

Dirty. Degenerate. Repulsive. Led by her cock, thoughts usurped by her balls. She didn't actually care about anypony - not her friends, not her family, not anyone. She was so cruel, in fact, so callously greedy and unthinkingly selfish, she'd deliberately seduced Rarity and Fluttershy to knock them up.

Because that was the only thing she really cared about, when the chips came down. She wanted to stick her dick in something. Breed some wombs, make some foals. Fuck the consequences, literally, and screw her relationships if it meant getting her rocks off.

She couldn't cry. She wanted to. But she couldn't. A dark, choking hand many times larger than her pinned her in place, and forced her to watch with wide eyes as every insult made the behemoth of her loins twitch and grow. Growing, reaching beyond its means, beyond rational sense, until she was more dick than mare.

"As if you could seduce anyone."

A new voice entered the picture. Young, male, scratchy, with the spark of youth missing entirely. In its place, the kind of disdain only an adult was capable of, directed at her. The others - the mob - looked to the source, and parted to let him pass.

"Spike?"

Her voice warbled. It broke, and the tears flowed with it. Now that she'd started crying, she couldn't stop.

Spike sneered. "You're a real pervert, you know that? Weirdo book-loving loser like you couldn't flirt your way out of a wet paper bag!" He leaned in, grinning, showing too-long, too-sharp fangs. "I bet you did something else. You must have used that Want It Need It spell or something. Nopony could ever want something like you."

He spat on the floor. "Loner freak."

"Enough."

Luna's voice shattered the world. Glowing white cracks appeared in the darkness, rapidly spiderwebbing across the expanse. Twilight stepped back, and watched as it fell to pieces.

She shot upright, half-expecting to get blinded by her own lights. Instead, gentle silver Moonlight filtered through her waving curtains, and a soft, strong hand placed itself on her shoulder. Panting, her heartrate spiked, wings flared, and she-

"Shhhhh." Luna placed a finger to her lips. Eyes wide, Twilight met her teal gaze and offered a dimnutive squeak. "Calm yourself, Twilight Sparkle. All is well. You are safe."

Nodding slowly, Twilight grabbed for the bedsheets. Covered in cold, panic-soaked sweat, they clung to her form and peeled away with audible resistance. She looked back up to the Princess of the Night, and felt a heat rise to her face realizing the mare was completely naked.

"Well," Twilight said, trying the word out on her tongue. It came out raspy, groggy, filled with the croak of poor, nightmare-inflicted sleep. "I suppose I don't need to worry about covering myself up, then." She offered a weak smile, trying to lighten her own mood than anything else.

"Indeed." Luna leaned back, straightening. As she rose to her full height, horn nearly scraping the ceiling, her breasts bounced and swayed. The package, for now, remained in its sheath.

Twilight wondered how long that might be the case. She got the distinct feeling this visit had to do with more than her night terrors. Did it have anything to do with the letter she sent to Celestia, she wondered. But no, if it were that, wouldn't Celestia be here?

As if sensing her question, Luna smiled, squeezing her shoulder. "Can you stand? There is something I must show you."

Twilight replied with another nod. Throwing the damp sheets off herself, exposing her full body to the Princess, her blush rapidly encompassed the whole of her face.

"This is embarrassing..." she muttered, instinctually wrapping an arm around her chest, placing a palm over her genitals. Too much of the bulbous, violet flesh poked out from the sides.

"Do not worry yourself." Luna was already away, taking steps towards the bedroom door. She turned the knob, opened, and the light Twilight hadn't seen glow from beneath it poured itself into the room. It turned Luna's figure into a curvy silhouette, her features darkened, made stark by the contrast of shades. "You will forget such anxieties soon enough. Come."

With a beckoning gesture, ringing hoofsteps on solid wood clopped away, out of sight. Her tail was the last to disappear, an ethereal stream of galactic lights and swirls.

Gulping, Twilight searched for an item to cover herself. Anxieties or no, required or otherwise, she couldn't just... display herself like that. She wondered how Luna did it.

Finding no better option, she snatched the thinnest sheet off her bed, wrapping it around her like a toga. Diamond-hard nipples poked through the dainty fabric, two violently protruding nubs that begged, ached for attention. She had the instinctual urge to touch them, grope and milk herself like a cow, but pushed it out of her mind.

It was obscene, filthy, vulgar. By that virtue, so was she. Although she tried not to let the shame weigh on her, it did regardless.

Taking a deep long breath in, she closed her eyes and made for the door. Many nights spent in blackness, fumbling around in her home, library, kitchen without a light's aid had given her the ability to navigate the space without sight. She easily could have lit her own horn on those occasions, but waking up at times like those didn't conclude the most rational decisions.

Something about her own fillyhood fears kept her from it too. Silly things, imagining monsters lurking in the dark, and her sleep-deprived, paranoid mind conjured the idea that if she didn't show herself, they wouldn't find her.

Hand on the wall, then the bannister, she made her way down. Without visuals to go off, she imagined her lower floor empty, lights on, save her unexpected visitor.

"Twilight."

Twilight froze. The warm, flowing tone of Celestia's voice, all too familiar, floated to her ears. A moment later and some hoofsteps, two large hands and massive, unrestrained tits fell on her shoulders like a wave.

"My most faithful student. You have grown into yourself so well." The hands squeezed, bosom pressing down with added weight. Celestia's hot breath caressed the back of her head, and Twilight nearly yelped when teeth sank into her ear. "I can only imagine how majestic you will be in the coming decades," Celestia whispered.

It took a moment of heart-hammering, dick-throbbing, shaft-unsheathing before Twilight managed any intelligible response beyond squeaks and squirms. "P... P... Princess?"

"Open your eyes, and see for yourself."

She did so, and turned around. Celestia released her shoulders, and righted herself in time for Twilight to meet the naked, marble-esque foundation of her mentor's body.

In the span of heartbeats, the rest of Twilight's length shot into the open air, pulsing into a half-erect chub. "O-oh my." And, like a little schoolfilly seeing her crush nude for the first time, she put her hands over her eyes, peeking through slits in the fingers. "I-I can't, I-I don't. What's... what's going-"

Luna pressed herself against Twilight's back, enveloping her head in midnight blue lunar tits. Unashamed, she let the fullness of her erect prick wedge between her fat purple cheeks, sliding it forward against the curve of her spine. "You have been suffering, dear Twilight. And, up until recently, so has my sister."

Celestia made a sound of acknowledgement.

"Thus." Luna drew back, punctuating with a thrust. "We have come to release you of your own burdens. Come."

Retreating, Luna held her by the shoulders, firm and guiding. Twilight could do nothing but obey, moving stiff, robotic legs in whatever direction the mare wanted. The turgid slab of purple maremeat swayed against her thighs, twitching intermittently with a force so strong it leapt in the air. Through it all, she closed her fingers again, bathing her in shadow.

"This is a dream," she mumbled to herself. "Just another dream. I haven't woken up yet at all."

Celestia caught up beside her, falling in sync with their pace. "I can assure you Twilight, this is no dream." She chuckled, and Twilight couldn't help but imagine the mare placing a hand over her lips in that way she always did, hiding mirth out of learned politeness. "Perhaps that isn't precisely true. This will all feel like a dream soon. It did for me. A wonderful, wonderful dream after centuries of repression."

The more they walked, the more nervous Twilight became. When their hoofsteps moved beyond the threshhold of her basement door, down the curving stairs towards the bottom, her wings itched to go free.

"We apologize for utilizing your laboratory," Luna said, finally getting them to the bottom of the stairs. A muffled, plaintive whining came from ahead, paired with the brush of fur against fur, and shifting heels that clicked on wood. "'Twas the most fitting for our purposes. I would not want to risk ruining your books or kitchen."

"Because doing it to my equipment is better?" Twilight quipped. She felt bad for the remark, but couldn't stop herself. She'd grown less so over the years, but snark came naturally.

They stopped, Celestia placing a hand on her shoulder, over Luna's. Together, their fingers entwined. "We made sure to remove all your possessions out of harm's way."

"What do you mean by that, anyway? How would we ruin any of my stuff? And what's that... sound?" She gestured to where it seemed to be coming from.

Luna clucked her tongue. "If you uncovered your face, perhaps you might see for yourself."

Reluctantly, Twilight obeyed. After everything she'd seen just in the past few minutes, she hadn't a clue what to expect. Who would it be next, with their heaving bosom and tumescent spear of alicorn dick thrust in her face? Cadance?

Actually... With a harsher blush and squeeze of her thighs, suppressing the sudden font of pussyjuice dribbling down her legs, she decided that might be rather nice.

'Pervert,' she thought, tauntingly, the part of her brain disgusted with her latest self. Still, her pole bobbed eagerly from her crotch, dribbling a marble of pearlescent slick pre-spunk.

She sighed, and pulled her hands away.

Just as quickly, she covered them again.

"What," she breathed, a short, harsh syllable in the cozy oaken air. Did she... Was that...?

It couldn't. She couldn't. Dream, dream, dream. It had to be a dream. It was just too much.

She cracked open the slots of her fingers, hardly more than a quarter inch. It was too much to be real. It couldn't possibly exist.

And yet, there it was. There she was. Raven Inkwell, Head Secretary of Canterlot Royal Castle, personal secretary of Princess Celestia for over a decade. Twilight didn't know her well, but had seen her many times as a younger girl, when she still studied under the Princess' wings.

Now here she stood, or more accurately bent herself over a desk. Her stomach, faintly swollen, bore the imprint of Celestia's cutie mark, enough to tell Twilight all she needed to know. The plug spreading her puffy cunt wide hammered the nail home.

She was pregnant. From Celestia. With Celestia's foals. A pang bloomed in her breast, and she recognized the sensation.

Envy.

An involuntary whine left her throat, dancing with the noises Raven made around her ballgag. Blinders around her eyes rendered her incapable of seeing anywhere but directly forward. She'd been bound, shackled one ankle to the other, arms behind her back, nipples pierced and connected by a chain that glowed with a soft, Sunlight yellow magic Twilight heard buzz and vibrate. Her tail, hiked, was pinned out of the way with a lace knot that ensured it stayed permanently upright to reveal the secretary's sopping wet sloppy snatch.

Bit by bit, Twilight eased her fingers further apart. She stared and roved across every inch of Raven's body, paying particular attention to the generous, bubbly swell of Raven's ass, thick, fat, wide, and cushioned from years of sitting down on chairs with a few too many snacks at hand.

Twilight knew from experience.

"Is... i-is that?"

Revealing her face, she turned to Celestia. She gave a plain nod. Nothing more, nothing less.

"And is she..."

"Pregnant? Oh yes." Celestia stood a hint taller, thrusting her jiggling rack out in a show of flagrant pride. "I didn't put that mark there artificially you know. Us alicorns have certain... attributes."

Luna interrupted from behind, placing herself at Celestia's back for a brief squeeze of breasts and tug of nipples. Celestia stifled a gasp and playfully slapped her away. "She had forgotten the purpose of our ascendancy. I have enlightened her to the ancient truths."

"Ascendancy?" Twilight balked. "Purpose? What truths?"

Celestia smiled, all warmth, not a hint of lecherous intent in her eye. It was the smile she gave when Twilight was young, and said something that made Celestia proud.

"I am so pleased to see, even after all these years, there is no end to your curiosity. You always had to know more."

"But I don't understand-"

Celestia closed the distance. Before Twilight could act, she found her head seized in Celestia's palms, pulled forward, and brought in for a loud, passionate kiss. Twilight's wings sprang to life, forming a fluttering lavender span as her old teacher shoved a blistering hot tongue past her lips, pressing Twilight's down with dominant force, warring for conquest.

At first, Twilight didn't move, didn't breathe, couldn't think. After a moment, she melted, unable to resist, and freely offered Celestia the victory she sought. Before long, she leaned into the embrace, and was rewarded with hands on her tits, tugging away the hastily-formed dress.

Body exposed to the air, Twilight's spear smacked up against her belly, tits, before mashing into Celestia's. Arousal beat her embarrassment, sending painful, needy throbs through the bulging length. When Celestia withdrew, they gasped for air in tandem.

"Do not worry, my faithful student. You will understand very soon. Now." She smiled, circling a finger through the air. "I believe you have a lesson to learn. Are you willing to- O-oh!"

Unthinking, Twilight had moved forward. Her face mashed into the vast gulf of creamy bosom that was Celestia's chest, found a bright pink nipple, and began to suck. To her surprise, warm milk shot down her throat. She drank it greedily, hugging the mare close and grinding their throbbing cocks together.

Celestia chuckled, between her staggered breaths and half-hidden moans. She placed her hand on Twilight's head, fingers running through violet strands, nails teasing the protrusion of her horn. Twilight groaned into her tit, and pre poured from her spigot at twice the rate of Celestia's breast milk.

"That's a good girl. Perhaps you have less to learn than I believed." Reaching down with her other hand, Celestia gripped the base of Twilight's shaft. Squeezing her palm around the wide base, she stroked up to the medial ring, palpating the bump as her thumb and pointer traced the squiggling curve of those veins.

Twilight whimpered. Her mind seemed to dissolve, pouring through her fingers like sand, leaving behind the eager, quiet, child-like core at its center. Except, as an adult, any innocence had long been stripped away.

They stood like that for some time. Twilight didn't know when, but eventually the pressure climbed in her core, building to unbearable levels at her crotch. Rippling waves of warmth and lightning shivered outwards from there, concentrating at the flare's tip, the peaks of her nipples, each of her puffy purple holes. Celestia crooned like a pleased mother as fresh hot splatters of spunk made a mess of her palm and belly.

"Adorable," she whispered, nipping the edge of Twilight's ear. Twilight's knees knocked together, buckling, and it was all she could do not to shower her thighs in another wave of slick femcum. "Thank you for the meal."

Withdrawing herself from the sticky situation, Celestia's clean palm conformed to Twilight's shoulder. Twilight, still in a hypnotized haze, felt and saw herself spun around gently, until she faced Raven's backside once more.

"See that plug?" Celestia asked, licking the sheets of batter off her digits.

Twilight nodded dumbly.

"I'd like you to take it out." Twilight moved on autopilot, but Celestia stopped her with a word. "No. Not yet. First, get on your knees."

Celestia's voice had entered 'teacher mode'. Twilight couldn't remember quite how long it had been since she heard the tone. It had been years, at least two or three.

Twilight obeyed without a second thought. Once in position, Celestia continued to guide her. "Spread your legs a little wider, shoulder-width apart. Get in a little closer, until you're right against her backside. Good girl. Now, grab her asscheeks for balance. Now you can take the plug out."

Twilight glanced over her shoulder, eyes wide, brimming with profound, perverse curiosity. "What..." She tried out the word, the first thing she'd spoken in what felt like hours. It rolled off her tongue like a round stone. "What happens after that/"

Celestia took a second to reply, broad equine tongue lapping up between the goop-flooded bridge between her fingers. "You'll know what to do. Just take out the plug."

Twilight turned back, lighting her horn. The plug slid free with an easy pop, Raven's gaped hole yawning wide, reluctant to close back up.

It didn't much matter. With a stifled, whorish moan and whinny, Raven's thighs quivered. A fountaious gush of cum poured out the velvet tunnel, so thick it folded over itself in a way that reminded Twilight of cake batter.

Her body acted before her mind processed it all. The sight alone activated her motor controls, the pungent, heady stink of potent alicorn semen and the salty undertaste in the air be damned. She'd process those in time, and more deeply. Right now, she had to get everything she could before it fell to the ground. That would just be a waste.

She dove head-first. Lips parted, sealing around Raven's slit, Twilight drank. Guzzle after guzzle, tongue slurping out and cleaning Raven from the inside, she ate that pussy and all its contents like it was the finest meal prepared by Equestria's most decorated chefs. Still piping hot, warming her from the inside like the Sun as drink.

Raven's own squirting, feminine juices added to the degenerate cocktail. She bucked her hips back, bouncing her ass, clapping her cheeks, swaying her hips in circles without purpose nor intention. Merely the drive of lusting frenzy spurred her on, not so different from Twilight.

When the tide stemmed, Twilight didn't stop. Just because the flow had didn't mean there wasn't more white gold to be drunk. She swirled her tongue in deep, delving and thrusting it inside and out with the motions of fucking. Whatever trace hints of Celestia's creamy slop she could scrape, she did. And, when there was nothing more she could gather through physical means, she sat back on her haunches, flared her horn, and used magic to pull out the rest.

"Divine." Luna's harsher voice rang out, sweltering with barely restrained pride - and lust. "Beautifully divine. Your student learns fast, big sister."

Celestia chuckled mirthfully. "It is why I picked her."

"Then I suspect this next step shall be no issue for her."

Twilight looked back, a marbled fog in her amethyst eyes. "Nnh..." Her tongue moved like a lead slug in her mouth, steely-hard prick rigid in her grasp. She didn't even know until glancing down that she'd started to jerk herself. "Nuh... next?"

"Yes," Celestia hummed. "Next. I know you're eager, and I believe you'll require some lessons on self-restraint, but first, I'd like you to stand up. Hands off as well."

Reluctantly, Twilight abandoned her cock. It pulsed painfully, the backchurn of residual sludge mixing with her pre to form a milky, quartz-like slurry.

Celestia's horn glowed golden. Twilight turned to see Raven's bonds unfetter, limbs freed, blinders off, gag removed. Raven panted in sharp, hoarse, consonant breaths, recovering from her ordeals. Twilight couldn't imagine all the mare had been through, but she liked to imagine it. Very, very much.

"Raven. You're free to watch. Enjoy yourself however you'd like, but leave our matters to us."

"Unnghh... huhhhh." Raven gave two shaky bobs of her chin. "Yuh-yes, M'ztresss."

Celestia clapped twice, spinning on her heel. "Twilight, come. We have one more thing to show you before your true lessons can begin."

"True lessons?" Twilight, regaining some of her failed faculties, balked at the implication. "But... that..."

"That was just a warm-up. We're far from done with you. Now come."

Celestia and Luna, standing at the center of the room, sat. Legs spread, vaguely interlaced, their twin ebony-blue and alabaster-pink spires speared up from their groins, leaning forward so their tips touched.

With trepidation, Twilight followed. From out the corner of her eye she noted Raven shuffling, standing, sinking down to sit cross-legged with her back against the table. When Twilight reached them, she started to sit down herself.

Celestia stopped her with a hand, resting on her cutie mark. "No, not there." She smirked, an odd expression on her motherly face. "Here." She crooked her finger, tapping the top of her flare.

Twilight stared, blinking. "You... you want me to..."

Celestia nodded.

"O-o-okay."

Twilight was dumbfounded. Not opposed, nor confused. Although a significant portion at the back of her mind screamed the reinforcement this was all a dream, none of this could be happening, her rational side knew better. Still, she didn't expect...

"Then again," Twilight mumbled to herself. "You haven't expected anything that's gone on for the past few years."

"Hm?"

"Sorry, talking to myself. I'll... get on that." She blushed, feathers ruffling. "Literally."

Getting herself in position was decidedly less sexy. She stepped over with jerking, awkward movements, holding her leg and hoof above Celestia's and Luna's to avoid stepping on or scuffing them. Through minor trembles, she eventually stood in front of the two alicorn's cocks, hiked her leg up again, and swept it across to hunker herself over their oozing, drooling batter rams.

"Do I just..." She chewed her lower lip, gesturing below as she held there in her awkward half-squat. "Y'know. Sit? I've never done this before?"

Celestia's brows rose a fraction. Luna smiled in a way Twilight could only parse as 'mysterious'.

"You're a virgin, then," Luna stated. She wasn't asking.

"I... uhm. Yes." Twilight's face went up a few degrees. She could picture her hot flush turning from rose to crimson.

Celestia's smile warmed an inch higher. "Then I suppose I'm thankful to be your first."

Twilight's throat closed up, refusing to let her say anything. If she tried, she'd blurt out something stupid. She knew herself well enough to know that much.

Palms on her knees, Twilight lowered into her squat. Her pussy dripped fractions of an inch above their cocks, covering their bulging heads with clear juice. She closed her eyes, breathed in through her nose, and with an exhale from her mouth, let go.

Her head blanked.

She didn't recall the moment her petals spread, cervix split, womb impaled on two tall, tumescent pillars of turgid fucktool. She couldn't remember the spine-shrieking jolt that froze her stiff and drew a catterwall scream from her throat. Instead, she came to, barely conscious, as her desperately clinging cunt spasmed and came floods of translucent fluid down their shafts.

'On second thought,' the tiny, collected mote of consciousness buried in the abyss of her brain chided, 'Maybe you should have gone a bit slower before taking two huge alicorn cocks in your virgin pussy.'

Oh well. Not much she could do about it now.

She felt her body bounce. Not on its own, she could barely think let alone move. Through fading black blurs, Celestia and Luna rolled their hips, drawing their pelvises in slow, shunting upward circles. What felt to her snatch like impossibly long, absurdly thick columns sawed in and out of her popped cherry pie, their bumps and ridges, veins and flares and medial rings raked across her sensitive inner flesh, drawing garbled, unintelligible groans full of spit and foam from her throat.

Frothing drool cascaded out, down, and around her lips, dribbling off her chin and landing on her tits. They didn't fuck hard. In fact, they were quite gentle, surprisingly so, although she sensed a fierce restraint in them, like they were holding back a storm.

She tried to make out what they were saying. Head underwater, she caught only parts and pieces. Celestia spoke to her the most, though she and Luna conversed plenty between themselves, less words to her ears than the vague nondescript sound of their voices.

Something about a 'competition'. About 'alicorn biology' and 'genetic primacy'. The in-built 'need to breed' and their 'combined genitalia', 'harems' and 'contests' and 'free-for-alls'. All this and more her ailing, cockblasted mind attempted to piece together, to puzzle in a framework she could draw conclusions from.

The most she could manifest was 'Cocks good, love cocks. Pussies good, love pussies. Breed me with cocks, let me breed pussies.'

It was good enough.

She moaned. As some minor control returned, the desires of her flesh took the reins. Gripping them in her hands, she rode them on, beginning to move in sync with their thrusts.

Her arms swayed listless at her sides. Her wings twitched, feathers erratic, stuck half-between flapping and spreading. Eventually, like the lights of a room coming on bulb by bulb, her nerves switched to green. She flexed her arms, clenched and released her fists, tried raising her pelvis.

She succeeded. WIth the help of her wings, she managed to generate lift, allowing her to more easily maneuver herself up and down. 'Like riding a dildo,' she thought, letting her mouth open and tongue fall out as she mewled.

"G-good," she heard herself say, somewhere distant. "So good."

"Ah." Luna, snorting through her nostrils, bucked an inch rougher. "You have come back to us. That is good to see."

Celestia followed suit, grinding and mashing the meat of her pole against Luna's. Their shafts pressed together, flattening their undersides inside Twilight's well-caved hole. "She recovered faster than Raven."

At the sound of the mare's name, Twilight focused her eyes. She looked to see the mare in question leaning back against the table, thighs splayed out laterally, one hand playing with her folds as the other tugged a fiercely prominent nipple. She had a glaze in her eyes, and a dopey, stupid grin on her face. It hit Twilight that she probably looked much the same, which drew a trilling, slutty neigh from her lips.

"Twilight," Celestia called. "Can you remember anything I told you while you were 'out'?"

"I-Ihhhhiiiinnnffh!" Twilight's attempt at speech failed spectacularly, Luna's flare hooking her cavern wall in a way that made her back curl. "I d-don't, mmmnnn. K-knooowwwww~"

"'Tis quite fine." Luna growled, shutting her eyes. She picked up speed, lifting her fat ink-splotched ass off the floor, sending her heaving bosom wobbling. "Allow us to reiterate. Perhaps it will jog thy memory as we, rrfh~ Claim thy womb."

Celestia snarled. A fire Twilight rarely ever saw roared just behind her soft lavender iris, ethereal messy strands covering the other. She realized only then they were both sheened in sweat, disheveled, almost bestial in composure.

"You wish," Celestia chuffed. "She's mine."

"Only- Ah! Hfff. If thou beats us. Thou art out of date, sister. Of. Mine!"

Punctuating her thrusts, Twilight bounced hard in the air. She clutched at her belly, feeling them throb through the skin, doing her best not to pass out a second time. "L-lesson. T-the lesson, Lunaaaahhh!" Her reminder morphed into another keen, head rolling back on her shoulders.

"Ah, yes. We thank thou." The pounding continued, gradually ramping up in force and pace, like Twilight's coming to had been a sort of unspoken permission to run wild. "We art alicorns. Thou, ourself, sister, Cadance. Our biology is not as with other ponies. We possess combined genitalia, and deep within our genetic code a primordial necessity for reproduction. Whether it is seeding another's field, or growing life within our own, we yearn for the gift of broods."

Luna's eyes gained a distance. Coherence fading, her words devolved into primal sounds of beast pleasure as she rutted herself into the moist mound of her conquest. It sent thousands of little electric joys through Twilight's nervous system thinking of herself in such a way - as a conquest. And, equally, her twitching, pre-slinging cock reminded her - a conqueror.

Celestia picked up the loose threads. "But, these drives remain dormant when an alicorn is by herself. When she is in proximity to another, those ancient truths awaken. For a millennium, I had no alicorn but myself, and so my libido faded into the background. When she returned, when Cadance ascended, then you, old embers were stoked into a blaze. I nearly lost control, were it not for Luna's aid."

"And now," Luna said, apparently recomposed from the brink. "We compete to see who shalt breed thou first. Sister, or ourself."

Twilight's eyes snapped open. "Breed?" She tried the word on like a dress, letting it mold her tongue. "You're g-going to, breed me?"

They both nodded.

Twilight's lids fell by an inch. Then another, as the intelligent light of her eyes winked out, and another flickered on. The primal, blinding light of a furious, fuckhungry machine.

"You're going to breed me," she lowed. Nostrils flared, she snorted, flapping her wings and bouncing her ass with heaping enthusiasm. "Do it! Breed me! Breed my slutty pussy!"

Her loud demands did not go unanswered. All three lost themselves to the madness, willingly throwing their minds and bodies into the black of endless sexual pleasure, surounded by the swaddling, suffocating heat of sexual depravity.

Luna and Celestia sped up. Their bucks hurt, but with the kind of pain that made her cock spurt. She didn't know or control when she came, just one moment her cock was shooting ropes of pre, and the next it shot geysers of steaming white spooge. She saw through stuttered snapshots as it arched through the air, landing with erratic patterns near, around, and on Raven, who went to all fours to catch and lick up the resulting mess.

In the end, it was Celestia who bottomed out first. Done in microseconds, it hardly mattered, save for the most important part of the exercise.

Breeding. Fucking. Reproducing. Pumping foals into her factory of a womb, crying out to swell and grow round, huge, and gravid with child. She whimpered, snarled, and barked her bliss, squirting and cumming again and again as the glowing imprint of Celestia's cutie mark emblazoned itself on her stomach. Half a heartbeat later, Luna's appeared, her crescent Moon merging with the golden Sun.

The warmth that blossomed inside reached to cover her entire body. From the tips of her hooves to her fingers, ears, and horn. To the cells in her blood, the calcium in her bones, the rush of her marrow. She felt it dig into her very being, her essence that she, Twilight Sparkle, alicorn Princess of Friendship...

...was bred.

And when they stopped. When their molten salvos of porridge nutslag crammed inside her cunt until it felt like popping. When they withdrew their slick shafts, and she crawled on hands and knees alongside Raven to clean them off with her hands and mouth. When they stood as a group, Raven bound and left behind to deal with the edging spell Celestia cast on her pussy?

They went out to the town, and fucked foals into half the population.

Freed Art Thy Lusts

Wearing a broad smile, Celestia threw open the doors of her chamber. Day Court, caught amongst its own pre-arrival discourse, summarily silenced.

"Good morning, everypony." The warmth of the Sun itself shone through her face, oozing off her words in sticky sweet tones. She flipped a glance at her pocketwatch, closed it, cast it aside towards her personal ether. "I know I'm a touch early compared to the usual. Hopefully that isn't a problem."

The response did not come quick. That did not shock her. She had come ten minutes early, and with a decidedly different demeanor than in her recent - and storied - past.

Heat rose from the gathered crowd, a collective crimson blush that stroked from face to face like swathes on a canvas. The momentary stunned quiet, broken only by fertive whispers and awkward shuffling cloth, ended with the first few displaced and burbling assurances, each pony stumbling over themselves in an attempt to soothe their Princess' concerns. After them, the wave followed.

"As you can see," Celestia said, swept an arm at herself once the ocean stilled. "I have dressed more plainly for this fine day."

Some might broach departure with her idea of 'plain'. Royals, even in their barest essentials, could hardly be called plain. Whether it was the fine chalk blue satin of Luna's gown or the gray-magenta toga of Cadance's casual, a regal plot on the highest thrones begot a mare her greatest fashionry wishes. The quality of fabrics alone might purchase a cottage.

Regardless, any definition of plain applied to Celestia compared to her typical countenance. Gone was her gleaming gold regalia, save the crown. Tossed away were her jeweleries, her rings, bracelets, anklets, and all manner of glittery old things. Pushed to the side of her wardrobe had she left the long, flowing dresses with their many layers, stitched in gemstones, hair's width filligree fussed over by masters of their craft for nights on the year.

Instead, on this young Sunday morning, she strode in with little else than a smooth, soft white robe. It hung from the right places like silken waterfalls, and clutched deeply of her robust curves like a lover's embrace. No heels, slippers, or horseshoes chased the delicate curve of her ankles.

Nor did any spell restrain her glorious, sexual form.

"This is unusual, I know. I am certain you have many questions." To emphasize her - several - points, she thrust out her bountiful chest. They bounced in their confines, meaty areola and stiff nipple peaks yearning away at the thin, single sheet of fabric. The explosive mountain of a bulge did not need such announcement, advertising itself with the way it twitched and throbbed along her crotch. Each pulse stirred the clothen folds, and Celestia didn't care if anyone noticed the faint but growing stain near her belly button.

She smirked ruefully, briefly placing a palm to the subtle swell of her waist. Power thrummed, and something - someone - there kicked.

The public had not been made awares, but they would come soon enough time. Until then, she hid the rising life inside her as any pregnant mare might. If her and Luna's efforts trickled down to the rest of Equestrian society as they hoped it would, perhaps other mares would feel more comfortable displaying their bearing forms, swollen bellies, even lactating breasts under the right context. After all, what else than the prodigiously pregnant Princesses themselves could better set such prenicious precedent?

They should throw a festival, mayhaps. A fertility festival, with her, Luna, and Twilight on offer. Luna and Celestia both heavy, fat and flesh exploding abound from Twilight's foals - six-pointed star branded on their tummies, something that had given them a shared connection to bond over. Twilight more so, it being the first pregnancy she had experienced, and knocked up by both her elders at once. Whatever hole, hand, or pole the public might wish to use, they could use it.

It was a tantalizing idea, one that made her lips up top and down low drool with scarcely hidden desire. She would need to organize it all - hire others, performers, concubines, dancers, musicians, and artists. Luna would be interested in introducing a select array of narcotics, ones Celestia had been curious of but yet to utilize.

Another kick returned her to the real world. She tabled the distraction and swerved to business. "Rest assured, everything will become clear in time. I have been enlightened to some truths of late. For now, I would like to introduce you to the beginnings of this change, and since I have come so early, I believe we have plenty of time."

Reaching up, Celestia crooked a finger in view of the doorway. Plaintive steps followed, clicking against the marble with the tempo of an anxious professional. Celestia, stealing a look over her shoulder, lowered her gaze to Raven.

"Come," she whispered, and beckoned again. Raven obeyed, speeding her travel until she stood by Celestia's side. For a precious second, she lingered on the view of her beautiful baby bump, round, smooth, and healthy with foals. "Around to my front, dear."

Raven offered a sharp nod, salute, blush, and stammer of apology all at once as she scampered to the right position. Celestia loomed over her, bearing down with the full amazonian height of an ascendant alicorn. Raven was not cowed, but the twitch on her right eyebrow's tip and the rub of her thighs suggested both nerves and arousal. Up to, including, and since her display at Twilight's library, Celestia had put her beloved secretary through much. So long as she didn't pick at her fingers or fuss with her tie, she knew the mare would be alright.

"Witness," Celestia called, projecting her Canterlot Voice at the teeming stands. They snapped upright, attentions glued to her and Raven. Pursed and curling lips gave the impression of whipped curiosity. "And bear respect for your Princess' loins."

Before they could offer a syllable, Celestia unfastened the knot. Raven's eyes bulged, and for all attendees to see, fell to her knees and cradled the breadth of virile alicorn junk.

Gasps, shouts, hollers of indignation stirred the council air. They did not bother her. How possibly could they, when nopony stood to leave? When in that mix of refutation sat the countless more blushing faces, averting eyes, and shuffling legs?

She heard them, amused they believed she couldn't. Stifled whimpers and whines - mostly from the feminine portions of the Court - stoked her holy sinner flame. Dewing beads of sweat that gathered on their foreheads, teeth biting down to pull on soft, succulent lips, pleasantly plush for kissing and cradling nipples, clits, cocks, and ponuts.

If some in the highest ranks of nobility, politics, culture stuck to their prudish ways, so much so they refused to take part in this new way, she could live with that. She had made peace with it. She knew, oh she knew from plenty first-hand experience the infinitely more unstabilizing periods of equine history. Civil wars, revolutions, great battles, internal upheavals and all manner of magical monstrosity had ravaged their corner of the globe.

A few more bobbing dicks and pretty pussies wouldn't hurt a fly.

An ache in her loins fixed her focus. It pulsed, throbbed, and the flare's slit winked open and closed like a yawning beast. Complete with thick, semi-translucent strands that hung from top to bottom, squeezing out as it closed to push free dribbling streams, it gave a pony the impression of an entity with a mind and body of its own.

In many ways, Celestia supposed, that could be argued as somewhat true. But, ultimately, she held the reins of her behemoth. It answered to her.

Celestia leered down at her budding broodwhore. "Open wide, slut. Allow these fine Equestrians an opportunity to see superior dicksucking skills at work."

Raven's clipped, obedient 'Yes ma'am,' was cut off by her own gargling choke as she stretched her jaw wide. The twitching pink end stuffed inside, bulging her cheeks as she struggled to fit it in, rivulets squirting out and mixing with spit to slide down her chin, neck, throat, and finally a pool of swirling gloop that welled in her cleavage. Its pearly surface shimmered, ripples travelling through from every shuddering, staggered breath, deep throaty groan, or push from Celestia's birthing-wide, seat-obscuring hips.

"Ohhhh, yes my darling," Celestia groaned. Shunting forward, her balls swung and slapped Raven right in the chin. Dripping with sweat and whatever slimy cockliquids had gathered down, the layer of semi-salty, musky slick bounced off, leaving Raven's jaw a little wetter. Plaintive, chirping squeaks like a bird's song interrupted the consistent 'glurk', all from Raven as her hands found work to busy themselves.

Resting a palm on Raven's head, she twirled milky fingers into chocolate locks. One quick jerk and a light touch induced the amount of pain her slutty secretary enjoyed. "As you can see," announced Celestia. She tugged on the scalp to move Raven's head further up, turning her cock-stuffed frothing maw to the crowd. "My wonderful, incredible secretary of many years has devoted herself true and full to this freer version of Equestria. Do what you will as I offer this vision to you. Decide what part you would like to play, and allow yourself to be unburdened by the choking collars of our recent past. Mmm..."

Celestia moaned, mashing Raven's snout into her furry crotch. "So that... Ah~ So that we might love and appreciate the gilded chokers of our approaching future."

Assured in the knowledge Raven didn't need any help to facefuck herself, Celestia swapped hands from head to booty. Fingers dug into pliable flesh, so much barely contained unicorn flank straining against professional cloth. She played with them, jiggled them, wobbled them, cupped them from the bottom and bounced her wrists to palms. Once, twice, thrice she'd juggle them in her grasp, only to let them go at the last moment so they could move and ripple as they wished for seconds after. When she wasn't doing that, she blindly groped and fondled, delighting in the protesting squeak of synthetic fabric.

Allowing the scene to speak for itself, Celestia fell silent. As silent as one could fall in her circumstance, anyhow. She did not speak per se, but to describe her as 'quiet' would have been grossly inaccurate. Even were it not for her cooing, harmonic moans, the steady rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, the gagging, gurgling, glurking as Raven's tight throat distended and bulged with mixed liquids and alicorn cock, the duo treated their audience to a musical symphony unlike any other.

Things picked up pace as Raven found better purchase on Celestia's ballsack. Those hands, built for paperwork and quills, looked positively diminutive compared to the full breadth of Celestia's swimming alicorn cumtanks. Seeing the difference for herself drew narrowed eyes, predatory gaze, and a steaming, snorting flare of nostrils from Celestia, finally capped by a dark possessive growl. "You love me, don't you, whore. You love how fucking huge I am. Just look at you down there, choking yourself on my shaft as I plunge your depths for hundreds to see. I can only begin to imagine how desperately, pathetically soaked that snatched cunt of yours must be. Or... Oh~"

Celestia knew something. Something that made her pole pulse with additional enthusiasm, heaping piles of vigor. The veins punched out, from white sheath and root, up down to the vibrant pink at her flare-end.

"You didn't wear any fucking panties did you," she whispered, voice like hissing steam. Raven could only manage a wide-eyed mewl and shudder. If that didn't answer the query well enough, defter handiwork rolling her testicles and fervent tonguebathing of her scepter did.

"Filthy whorse," Celestia half-snarled, turning her volume low. Lower than a whisper, but more mountain than mouse, the waves of her voice rumbled with a cavernous bass. "Naughty bitch. Why don't we show the court precisely how much of a pitiful skank you've become for your Broodmistress?"

Raven came on the spot. She came harder when Celestia's hands, already occupied toying with her backside, tore into the fabric.

Earth pony strength made fast work of the garment. Curled fingers, a tug of the wrists, and slick black polyester flew apart in ribbons. As an unnecessary show of force - but one that brought Celestia that much closer to the brink - she flared a spell and cast the pieces in flames. The last of them burnt before any touched the ground.

Up until that point, their pace had been reserved. Not calm, necessarily. Not intimate - not in the way most would consider. Yet all the same it held a steady hand, guiding, firm, predictable.

As the final ember fizzled out, and Celestia pried apart the wide gelatinous cheeks of her secretary, that all went out the window.

If the stands reacted - and she had to imagine they did - she didn't notice. Perhaps more accurately, she chose not to. Refused. Acknowledgement might let reality sink in, long enough to instill doubt in her situation.

She couldn't - wouldn't - allow that to happen. Things had come too far, and cum too much to consider pulling out now. She and Luna both weighed pregnant, heavy with Twilight's foals. Over half of Ponyville's female population had been plowed into oblivion, quivering velvet flowers gaped, wombs flooded, ovaries plugged choking wet. Raven and Celestia had crossed the ultimate boundary, and now defiled the lawful, modest sanctity of her own courtroom.

Fuck the rules. Fuck her 'modesty'. Let the last vestiges of decorum and 'sanctity' wither and die on the vine, and make way for ripe, throbbing, fertile fruits.

She lost herself to the taste of them. In her mind, sex and sluttery took the form of various fruit - peaches, strawberries, cherries, grapes. They paraded before her, and one by one she plucked them up, popped them in her maw, and moaned as she bit down. Sugary sinful juices burst, exploded, filled her cheeks until their sticky sweet dribbled down her chin, and when she finished another she indulged herself more.

Groans and expletives flowed from her panting maw, unfettered by shame. The world - what of it that mattered - shrank to her and Raven. Clapping the mare's bountiful glutes together - smacking, slapping, spanking, mashing them - she bore Raven's ponut and marepussy for anyone to see. She hoped and prayed for at least a few orgasms, a couple climaxes, so that she may bask in the incandescent sexual pride of knowing she made other whores feel good.

"Get, ahhh, ready." Her breaths came harsh, hard, fast, low. The swing of her hips had become a battering. So much spittle and pre flew or bubbled out between the seal of lips on cock they formed a drowning bridge, a coating that left not one speck of crotchflesh unslimed. "I'm going to... mmm. Going to..."

Raven speared herself down. Knees trembling, Celestia squawked in surprise. Her legs buckled, threatened to fold beneath her, but she did not falter.

It tipped the final domino. Like a crucible filled with molten metal, her cauldrons poured over. Scrotum pulling up, it drew around the ovoid contours of her brimming kegs, pushing out a ropey deluge.

Gulp... gulp... gulp... gulp... Hands squarely planted on Celestia's hips, Raven held herself in place. The torrent of seedshots slung too fast, but she'd know Celestia didn't care. Cheeks bulged to obscenity, rivers of sloughing sperm spilled down her chin, settling into the fur of her breasts, the red tie between them, the white blouse around them. There they would settle, hot and delicious as the second they spurt free.

In truth, Celestia did care. Except she didn't care in the way a pony might expect.

She wanted the mess. Loved it. Craved it. The iller equipped Raven's skills and throat were to sucking spunk, the better. The higher volume of bubbling, boiling ballbatter that fell down off her chin and lips like a waterfall, the more it pleased Celestia's wicked whims.

She held her mate there for a moment. No words exchanged between them, not that Raven could with she-stallion sledge so firmly lodged down her gullet. They bathed there, together in the warmth and jizz of the present. Celestia's plump, leaden jugs heaved with her lungfuls, wobbling gradually less as she regained normal control of her breathing.

"I have an announcement to make." Hands moving up, she encircled, squeezed Raven's waist. It, too, bulged with the welcome burden of life. "As a reward for her long-standing service, oath, and loyalty, I have seen fit to bestow a new title upon my beautiful, beloved secretary."

She waited, scanned the crowd for reaction. Red faces lit the stands like Hearth's Warming Eve. A notable few seemed more lost than that, staring ahead with glazed eyes, sweaty fur, open mouths. Of those, the surrounding rest pulled away or, inversely, drew closer. One mare had her hand down another's skirt. One stallion attempted to maintain a polite, attentive expression as a mare and stallion both beside him groped under his pants.

Heart warmed, Celestia smiled. "Henceforth, Head Secretary Raven Inkwell shall be Head Mistress of my Royal Harem. That role shall include, among others, carrying my children. Barely a day will go by in which she is not pregnant, teats stuffed with nutritious milk. When she has birthed, once she is recovered, she will receive the blessing of divine life, utilizing her womb to raise the next generation of our great Equestria." To Raven she said, meeting her eyes. "Does this please you, my lovely?"

Raven gurgled in pleasure. Celestia pinched her ass, withdrew her cock, and ordered Raven to stand. She did, pressing bare legs together as she retrieved the requisite materials for court from her ether.

Before speaking, she opened her mouth. A gloopy mass of folded slop steamed within. A swallow later, she opened it to show the creamy load gone.

"Good girl," Celestia purred. "Now," she said, to the stands. "It appears we are just in time for court to begin. What is on the docket today?"

The Honorable Platinum Rose cleared her throat, gray cheeks burnt the hue of her surnamesake. "Y-you have a-a meeting with, u-uh." Fumbling with her papers, she pulled the sheet up to her skewed glasses. If she noticed the tilt, she didn't fix it. "P-Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, to talk about the. Erm."

Platinum gulped, tugging on her collar. "Plateauing b-birth... rate."

Celestia blinked.

Cadance?

Cadance ascended years ago. And all this only started recently?

At the far end of the hall, another set of towering oak doors creaked open. Golden hoofsteps tinked against marble, and Celestia offered Platinum a loving smile. "Thank you dear. That will be all."

But not for long.

Hot Burns Her Love

Cadance pouted. Drawing the tyrian gloss over her pursed lips, she wondered how big her Auntie's cock might be.

Would it be bigger than Shining's? Smaller? The same? He was pretty big after all, even for a tall, buxom alicorn babe like her.

She couldn't help but fantasize. One leg daintily tossed over her thigh, she compressed down the twinging bulge in her dress, the slit beneath aching, needy, and fertile. No opportunity had come in the past couple days for riding some dick, or plowing some pussy. All work and no play made Caddy a horny cunt.

She hadn't seen Celestia in action. The Crystal Empire, although a small city-state ally of Equestria, had a surprising amount of responsibility.

Which made sense, she supposed. Maintaining and protecting a vulnerable population smack dab in the center of the Frozen North demanded its fair share of loving attention.

Loving attention, naturally, Cadance gave in spades. Or maybe more accurately hearts. Literally, in the case of the Crystal Heart itself.

Reaching up, she adjusted the vanity mirror. Next came her eyeliner, swooping out with curved, fanning wings. Pictures drifted through her mind's eye, bobbing on the surface like lazy drift before dipping back down, another resurfacing in its place.

For as long as Cadance knew her - which had at this point been most of her life - Celestia was a creature of chastity. Celibate, honorable, and reserved, she hailed from an era of profound sexual liberty. That faded over the years, the many generations of Equestria's populace. Word had flittered by to the Crystal Palace, however, courtesy of Twilight. While the bookish mare hadn't divulged the juiciest details, she provided more than enough to give Cadance a fascinating, lurid, and stunning picture of her and Celestia's recent transformation into beasts of the bawdy.

Dusting on a final touch of blush, Cadance rechecked her mirror's reflection. She had met before with Celestia in Courtroom contexts, but this was new. This was different. Celestia was different, and Cadance wanted to present herself appropriately for the occasion.

Satisfied and smiling, she stood up from her chair. Her devil red dress, clung already so tight to her curves, didn't need any smoothing. It was one of Shining's favorites, and while she'd considered throwing on - one of - her favorite pairs of lingerie, she ultimately decided against it. Stars only knew how Celestia might take it, and Cadance didn't want to risk pushing the envelope.

The door behind her creaked open. A crystal mare, dressed in a scandalously scant Prench maid's uniform peeked in, shimmering diamond eyes curious. "Ready, Your Highness? The meeting is in five minutes."

Cadance turned on her white stiletto, presenting herself with a broad sweep of her arms. "Pointed as always, Facet."

Facet blushed, averting her gaze and folding her hands in front of her. The heavy, pendulous bosoms hanging from her chest squished together, the tops of her dusky blue areola threatening to pop out her top at any moment. "I have been your attendant for a while now, Princess. Glad to know my internal clock hasn't frosted."

Licking her lips, Cadance swayed her way to the door. Facet seemed to shrink under her shadow, but the sheepish grin on her snout and the obvious scent of arousal made it - crystal - clear she wasn't afraid. Just submissive. Which Cadance definitely didn't mind.

"Good girl," Cadance purred, running her fingers under Facet's jaw. The mare eeped but stood still, rubbing her thighs together as Cadance curled her digits in and scratched the glittering fur. From experience, she knew she could make the little gem cream just from this. "Lead on. I'm eager to meet with Tia again. It's been way too long since we saw each other."

"O-of course, Empress. Right this way."

Cadance's smile broke into a grin. She love, love, loved when they called her that. They didn't have to, and Cadance certainly didn't consider herself an Empress in any formal sense of the word. The freer, more openly 'loving' ponies of her territory were happy to use the name, however, and she'd never say no to her subjects.

Especially when her subjects were so delightfully eager.

After acclimating to Imperial Crystal culture for so long, returning to Equestria was... Boring. She felt a little guilty saying that, but she couldn't help it. Being the Princess of Love itself, and a randy alicorn on top, Cadance enjoyed more than her generous interest in amorous activities. Luna, at least, for how little she'd gotten to know and interact with her, seemed to agree.

Plenty ponies might glance Cadance's way and assume her a side piece royal, some bubblegum floozie bimbo who giggled and sucked her way across the country, but they couldn't be more wrong. Believe it or not - even she surprised herself with it at times - public policy, sociopolitical issues, and historical influences fascinated her. She kept a keen eye on the problems of her time, and paid close scrutiny to new laws, judicial rulings, and funding packages. It became very clear within months of Luna's return the changes she and her Night Court were making, restitching the tapestry of Equestrian society to something deliciously sinful. Albeit tailored to softer, contemporary sensibilities.

The Crystal Empire showed a rawer, hotter face than that. They came explicitly from that ancient era of the explicit. It had been challenging to rein them in during the Games, or for that matter King Sombra's return.

Public nudity? Check. Public sex? Check. Mass orgies and religious sexual rituals? Check and check.

The first time she'd gone, it sent her for a tailspin, and not just because of how often she saw flanks spun and tails lifted. Sex, for them was something entirely different. Young ones were kept away, of course, from anything that went too far, but cultural practice and their education system taught and informed what was necessary to keep everypony protected.

It was the only way such a significant population could maintain their morals. Ponies had to know what was and wasn't okay, and the only ability to communicate that was laying the foundation. Impropriety and... unpleasantness still happened, but that was inevitable to a degree. And frankly - she'd seen from the statistics - Equestria's higher rates of sexual repression and informational ignorance led to more and worse cases of misconduct.

To see that path potentially shifting made her smile. It made her body do other things too, but that was neither here nor there. It wasn't like she even participated all that much. A mare of her caliber required more specific standards for engagement.

"We're here, Empress. She'll be just behind the doors." Facet, standing dutifully, gestured at the tall mahogany gates. As imperious as they were, Cadance felt they'd be better off suited in front of a ramparts than in a palace, but she also lived in a giant blue crystal spire. What room for aesthetic critique did she have?

"Thank you, Facet," Cadance crooned. Leaning down, she pressed a gentle kiss to the mare's horn, giving the nubby tip a tiny lick. With a sharp gasp and inhale - the guards nearby doing their best to ignore the situation - Facet whined as a thin streak of feminine fluid oozed down her left upper thigh. "Clean yourself up," she whispered. "Or otherwise, finger yourself in front of them."

She pointed to the guards. A couple of the armored sentries dared a glance. One mare, one stallion, the latter more openly staring while the other tried to look like he wasn't looking. He didn't do a very good job.

"In fact, judging by the tent in their loincloths, I think they just might appreciate a little tending to. Why don't you show them some of your wonderful crystal hospitality?"

"B-b-but Princess," Facet half-squeaked, half-whispered. "T-the s-standards here are-"

Swiftly, Cadance hushed her with a finger to her lips. "Shush shush. The Royal Palace is under new management, from what I understand. In fact..."

Cadance pressed her ear to the doors, flicking as she heard the telltale glrk and gluk of masterful deepthroating. Or facefucking. It could have been either.

"I hear someone fucking face just behind these doors. If the Day Court hasn't erupted in torches and pitchforks, I doubt those two will so much as raise their spears." Cadance paused, put a fist to her mouth and giggled. "Well, not the ones in their hands, anyways."

That was all it took to convince her. Standing straight and saluting, Facet bowed and sashayed towards the guardsponies, lifting her skirt by the sides. "Good afternoon. My name is Facet. How-" She pressed herself to the stallion's front, hooking the mare by her loinskirt. "May I help you?"

Hiding her amusement behind a palm, Cadance struggled to conceal her laughter. The looks on those guards' faces, priceless. By the time she turned to open the doors and walk in, Facet was already on her knees, tugging down both guards' protective coverings.

Disappointment and glory warred in her mind the moment she stepped in. Yards away along the stretch of courtroom hall stood Celestia. While Cadance mourned the loss of not seeing the facefucking she heard in action, she saw the aftermath more than well enough.

And, she saw her Auntie.

"Holy smokes." Murmuring under her breath, a hot flutter erupted under her breast. She placed a palm to it, trying to still its beating drum. Purple-tipped feathers twitched behind her, wings flexing and threatening to unfold. Those had always been a particularly sensitive part of her body, and Shining had all too many times 'accidentally' brushed them with his arm out in public, just to make her shiver.

She wondered if she ought to bother hiding her arousal now. Equestria was marching for a new and sexy horizon, and its most powerful leader towered right there as living proof.

What words could she use to describe Celestia? Many came to mind, and all of them as profoundly and obviously true as the blue of the sky. Biting down on her lower lip, only thanks to years of broiling in high lusts and orgies gave her the fortitude to conceal her screeching arousal. Whether or not she could show her own bodacious bod to this stuffy crowd, coming off as so weak-kneed and trembling did her no favors in the realm of politics.

Or, hm. Nopony said she couldn't use that to her advantage. Give the ponies one view of the Love Princess, and in private with powerful brokers, another entirely. Like velvet, with raw steel beneath.

Considering to mull over it later, she swept her way across the marble room. Long strides with her luxurious, finely groomed legs carried her to Celestia and Raven, who smelled of so much pure love and lust it nearly tipped Cadance back. The sight of Twilight's mark imprinted on the faint swell of Celesstia's belly sent her heart soaring, rising high in her bountiful chest.

"Hello, Auntie," Cadance purred, loins twitching beneath her dress.

"Good morning, Cadance. It's good to see y-"

Celestia's lips continued to move. Cadance stopped them before another word could slip out. Instead, she made Celestia's lips move for another reason entirely.

"Mmmmmph~" She sank into the comfortable depths of a passionate Prench kiss. Celestia's wide-eyed shock would be a face she'd remember for the rest of her immortal life, so too what Celestia did after.

SMACK!

A yelp tore from Cadance's throat. Half a heartbeat later, she melted. The wobble of her wide, heart-shaped ass seemed to ripple on forever as pain and pleasure mixed, her Auntie's tongue pinning hers down with the force of a javelin. Hands explored, finding their place on hips, buttocks, thighs, and boisterous bosoms. Tracing the middle curve of Celestia's spine with her nails, she nearrly inched her way down enough to grab Celestia's tail before they released.

"Ah!" Celestia grinned as they disconnected. Brief-lived, a thick bridge of spit spanned the gap between them, breaking off and coming down against Celestia's cleavage.

"W-well. That... ha. Hahaha." Laughing, Cadance wiped drool off the side of her mouth. "Was not what I had expected."

Celestia smirked, casually looping an arm around Raven. The secretary swooned, practically falling into the embrace. Anyone looking closely enough might be able to notice the subtle downward tilt of her hips, how she stuck out her ass, how her knees bent and stance slackened.

Foxy little minx. Nopony would notice up in those stands, what with two members of Equestria's tetrarchy standing before them, having just made out despite an adoptive relationship.

Nopony would notice, and see how much of an adoring slut she was for her Princess. Hells, if the audience reaction thus far indicated anything, Raven had kept herself stunningly calm and dignified, even before an entire courtroom.

Raven couldn't help but remind her of Facet. Loyal, dedicated, head over heels, and a kinky subby bitch to boot. Gears whirred in her mind at the possibility of pitting the two against each other, and seeing how it played out. Set them up, some situation passed off as a 'diplomatic dignitary meeting' at a fancy restaurant that just so happened to include a stripper stage. Oh that'd be fun.

Alas. Diplomatic dignitry meetings. She was here for one now, and needed to focus on that.

"So." Cadance cleared her throat, a fist at her mouth. "The Equestrian birth rate. We're not falling, but we are somewhat stagnating. It might be-"

Cutting herself off, Cadance swung her hips around, pivoting at the hoof to press her back against Celestia's front. Her ass pooled like dough against the alicorn's lap, soft but swiftly hardening meatspear wedging itself between Cadance's hot buns with a shy resolution. She flicked her tail in the air, coiling it around her Auntie's slim waist like a cat. "Mm, worth it... to invest in some-" Grind, push, hum. "Kind of reproductive lottery program. A breeding lottery, if you will~"

That did it. If Celestia's sexual hunger had not been stoked before, it roared to the forefront now. Flaring her nostrils, she gave a grunt and pawed at Cadance's hips like a feral beast, searching for the seam. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Perhaps," she muttered, slipping her palms under Cadance's breasts. A squeeze later she found the back ribbon around Cadance's neck, keeping the garment tied. "We should start with you, in announcement to the court."

Ah, right. The court. Cadance almost forgot about them.

She winked, and blew a kiss to the crowd as red silk fell around her.

"I have a better idea, actually." Held in Celestia's hands, she twirled again and faced Celestia. Her midsection bulged slightly, only noticeable when close. Celestia's look of surprise morphed into a gasp as Cadance struck out, sinking her teeth into the soft tender of Celestia's swan-like neck.

"Instead of breeding me," she cooed, twirling a pinkie around Celestia's protruded belly button. "Maybe I could give you another foal or two. I heard from your sister you two had some fun with Twilight. How is that going?"

"W-well." Celestia breathed, a sudden demeanor shift tainting her voice. How quickly the tables turned. "I did not know you were..."

"Pregnant?" Cadance giggled, standing up on her hooftips. Gripping her by the shoulders, she gently coaxed Celestia down, down, down until her knees met the marble. A pink blush had erupted across her perfect white complexion, but she showed no signs of resistance. Off to the side, Raven watched in awe. It must send her brain into a tizzy seeing her dominant Mistress so easily brought low. "It's only been for a little while. Make sure not to tell anypony, though, please? I was hoping to make it a surprise for Twilight and her parents."

"Shining's, I, ah, presume?" Still flushed, Celestia allowed Cadance to push her further down, onto her back with her fat thighs spread apart. Cadance kneeled between them, prominent princess prick pulsing eagerly. Like Celestia's, it transitioned from the color of her body to a deeper, warmer pink, so that the broad flared tip seemed almost angry for sex.

"Who else?" Hand over hand, she crawled over Celestia. The size of her chest made the motion a bit awkward, the sides of her squeezepillows mashing against her upper arms. Once they hung directly over Celestia's, near nipple to nipple, all it would take was one thrust to pierce Celestia's heavens. "He's such a gentleman, too. I guess all that guard training really prepared him for a lot. He's been very accommodating in both my genitalia."

Despite her position, a thirstful gaze crossed Celestia's eyes. Licking her lips, a rumbling purr quivered her chest. "He did always have a good ass."

"He sure does." Inching closer, Cadance's hot rodtip pressed against Celestia's winking, oozing vulva. "I wear him out pretty hard. Sometimes I start to worry, honestly. he says it's okay, but- Mmph, ah!"

She slipped in. Sun, she'd never felt a pussy half as good. "Dear sweet heavens."

"Good?" Celestia's turn came to giggle, bending her legs back at the knee. "I've been told my pussy is 'divine', but I'm not sure how much of that is idol worship."

"D-definitely, nnnh... n-not. Wow." She panted, falling another breath into the quivering heat of Celestia's quim. "So yeah. On the bright side, the Crystal Heart has been getting stronger every day. It shouldn't be too long before I don't need sex as often, maybe a few months."

Celestia blinked rapidly, as though waking from a dream, or remembering something she'd forgotten. "Oh. Right. That was the thing I intended to ask you."

"Mh?" Breathing through her nose, Cadance shoved her pelvis forward, entering another few inches into wet warm cunt-tunnel. "What's that?"

"Alicorns, we- O-ooh! That felt... q-quite nice. Go over that spot again please?"

Cadance obliged. her flare scraped back, bumping over the same spot a second time. With a quiet whine, Celestia arched her back, one ankle twitching.

"Luna was the one who helped me remember, what we used to be like when we were young. Her returning, and Twilight ascending, it... reawakened instincts I'd forgotten. Instincts to..."

PLAP! While Celestia had been busy talking, Cadance repositioned herself into a pseudo-squat, firmly pressing their booties together like a hammer and anvil. Actually, wasn't this position named after that? Something about mating too, she forgot some of the explicit terminology. "Breed? Dominate? Build a harem of concubine whores to serve your every wicked whim at the drop of a hat?"

Celestia's pink face flared into a stark scarlet suprenova. "Possibly..."

Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap. Taking Celestia's ankles into her grip, Cadance used them like bars, leveraging herself to fuck her Aunt's tight cunny. "What's your point?"

"Why, fuh! W-why did you not, ohhhhhh~" Celestia twitched, eyes rolling back for half a moment, the left side of her upper lip twinging upwards. "T-trigger my libido like theirs did?"

Cadance shrugged." I'm demisexual. Maybe that had somthing to do with it."

"D-demi- Ohhhhh, fuuuuughyou're good~" Cadance watched in barely restrained glee as Celestia melted under her thrusts. Plaps gently increasing in force and volume, her speed picked up, gravid nutkegs swanging up and slapping back down to leave ovoid imprints in her Auntie's plush white ass. Plap, plap, plap, plap, plap plap plap plap plap.

"It means I need a close emotional connection to feel sexually attracted. I don't really get anything from fucking somepony I don't know. And thank you, by the way~ I am the Princess of Love. I'd certainly hope my lovemaking skills would be good!"

"Yeeeeeesssss~" Bucking back into Cadance's thrusts, Celestia looped her legs around her waist, crossing her hooves at the ankle. "W-we'll... start the breeding program with, mmmmmnn, me. Perhaps, ah- Perhaps we can get the others involved as well. Luna, Twilight, and Shining."

She paused, eyes widening, but not out of pleasure. Stuttering her words out, she tried to speak through a rising orgasm. Cadance could sense it, by the rabid, erratic throb of Celestia's cock pinned between their torsos, and the spasmatic clench of her heavenly quim. "I don't mean to imply Twilight and Shining would, I mean-"

Cadance silenced her with a long, moaning kiss. Even she could only hold out so long, no matter how deft her erotic talents. Groaning into each other, tongues swirling in a passionate dance, Cadance held Celestia's hands through the final few shunts.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP!

She squeezed her eyes tight, falling into her orgasm off the edge of a cliff. Hot ropes of steaming sludge exploded against her belly, as a matching torrential stream poured into Celestia's womb. Her legs quivered, knees giving out as she let her full weight bear down upon her Auntie. With her eyes closed, a bright and warm flash lit black to red, and she knew a crystal blue heart would soon be joining the previously emblazoned six-pointed star.

It was good to be Princess.

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Sweet Drips Her Venom

Aculeate returned to the waking world with delay. Raw, instinctive sensation came first. Warmth most amongst them, a hearty and filling cinnamon-spiced heat that quivered through the hollow tubes of her insectile system.

On the outside, she looked like any ordinary pony, the only thing off about her perhaps the sheer gravid size of her ruby-colored rump. Itching between her legs, she moved with deliberate caution. Down the faint pudge of her belly she slid a hand, pawing for the moistened cleft between silky equine thighs.

"Mmm." Lost momentarily, her head and soul alike swam in post-coital bliss. The heat radiating off the pile of breathing bodies around her pressed in, their weight and mass reminding her of great banquets in the hive. Parades of glistening, chitinous forms would press themselves together, grinding, kissing, slurping, sharing in the captured love of many a hard-earned harvest. All in preparation for their brief stints of hibernation, and to ready the broodbugs for their imminent implanting.

Every creature, it seemed, performed similar acts. Perhaps not for the same precise reasons, but orgies were universal as far as she knew. Ponies, however, liked them most of all.

Recently, they liked them even more.

Satisfied with rubbing her cunt, Aculeate wriggled her way free of the tangled bodies. It took effort, but didn't make a scratch in the great store of love and lust she'd acquired. For the past weeks she had stuffed herself with them, burgeoning her carapace to its fullest until she could bare no more. A balance was needed, after all. Too much love, and she might grow soft - in more ways than one. Too much lust, and she could lose herself to hot pink fever until she'd fucked it all away.

Personally, she liked to hold a little more of the latter than the former. It wasn't quite so nourishing as the wholesome, unsullied taste of divine romance. Lust, however. Oh. Oh.

How did that pony saying go again? 'Sugar, spice, and everything nice'. That summed up her feelings on the matter well. Love just made her fat and happy. Lust made her phat and horny, and by the Queen did she love being horny.

It gave her great stonking tits, too.

Slipping out of the sleeping pile, she stood on wobbly legs. The paunch of her gut had grown substantially, abdomen bloated with food for the hive. She placed a palm against the paunch and smiled, imagining her Queen would be pleased at her enemies' latest developments, presuming she didn't already know.

Mph. She needed something more, though. Swollen the way she was now, it would be a challenge of wobbling and bumbling her way back.

Humming, she rubbed one more orgasm out for the road. With a stifled cry of bliss and free of watchers, she let a bit of her disguise fall, fangs sliding out and forked tongue flicking the humid air. How sweet it tasted. Burning incense, salty spunk, honeysuckle cunnyjuice.

Gazing down, she rehid her attributes. Her lovers, a multi-colored mess of mares, stallions, and all things between, dozed in blissful ignorance. Little did they know it was her, the blonde-maned mare with the pear-shaped curves who ultimately led them here.

Maybe they'd have come together without her help - Equestria had taken some fascinating turns lately - but her stolen kisses, venom-laced drinks, and whispered sweet nothings had sealed the circumstance. It certainly helped the bartender was in on the game, though he would not be following her home. His place was here, lining up the young and mature up for easy feed.

Tottering out the door, she grabbed her clothes along the way. Slipping into them down the hall - white shirt, skinny jeans, belt and necklace, she already missed the blissful, natural state of nudeness. Something about cloth against her skin repulsed her in a way she couldn't quite place. She couldn't wait until she left civilization, and ditched the nasty things for the tender grasp of mornings' breeze.

A passing kiss to the barkeep and shot of stolen vodka later, she walked out to the street. Ponies strolled past, ignorant to the liar in their midst, selling goods and pulling carts. She found a cute wooden bench to sit on and watched them for a while, hands in her lap and leg mindfully crossed.

Some changelings had to learn getting comfortable with Equestria's kind. Not Aculeate. The instinct of ponywatching came to her naturally. She enjoyed seeing how they lived, familiar in some ways to her people but in countless others utterly alien.

When she had enough, she got up to begin her journey. The trek would be long and grueling, until she found a connective network. From there, it was an easier path home. The closer she came, the more palpable her link to the hive. Like the loving embrace of a foolish pony, the eternal, esoteric hum of the hivemind would welcome her with comforting slime.

At the safest opportunity, she dropped her disguise for good and stripped. Deliberately rendering herself vulnerable wasn't the smartest idea, strictly speaking, but pony fur made her itch. Other changelings reveled in their costume. She preferred to exist the way she was hatched.

Daylight's sun glimmered across her near black green chitin, reflecting with an emerald sheen. Her eyes and flesh, from the buds of her breasts and the hole between her legs, glowed a soft jade. Her wings, like gossamer, shone with a whole spectra of color.

It all felt so right, so perfect. Sighing, she stopped briefly to feel her own body, basking in its divine, natural form. Nothing, not even the taste of love and lust mixed together, could hope to beat the sensation of cool smooth changeling skin beneath her fingers.

It took days of travel. Sometimes she flew, most times she marched. Even out in the wilds, the silhouette of an airborn changeling was unmistakeable, and she'd skirt close enough to towns and villages to prove a risk she wouldn't take.

Past woods, hills, and valleys she dragged herself. As she went, spending her stores for energy conversion, she lost a bit of her greater mass. While it made mobility simpler, she was sad to see those beautiful gains go.

Aculeate liked to think of it a different way. It might be hard to part with such hard-earned, sexy gains, but only for a moment. Once she delivered her bounty, she could get back on the outside and slurping another.

As the moon and sun changed places in the sky, the landscape around her transformed. Gradually at first, but each hike she saw less trees, sparser grassland, harsher terrain. Mountains jut from the earth like broken shards, dry and arid. Before too long a spot inside her abdomen chittered, a familiar tickling ping that told her more changelings were nearby. They seemed to be close, likely a small group.

Heading east, she noticed a cone-like mound rising from the earth. Small and packed tight with coarse dirt, the holes that covered its size looked just large enough for an ordinary insect to squeeze through.

Aculeate sneered. Shrugging, she burst into a wall of green flame, reappearing as little more than a fly-sized version of herself. She understood the security of managing the tunnels this way, but it didn't make accommodating them any less humiliating.

Flying through the network, eventually the tunnels widened out, until they were large enough to fit her whole body and more. Through small perforations and cracks in the ceiling, sunlight seeped through in thin little fingers, painting the darkness with dim yellow light.

Ahead, she spied the eerie bluish-green glow of changeling fire, and around it three others from the swarm. Sensing each other at the same time, they turned their heads as one to get a view of her.

Smiling, she sauntered her way to the trio. Like her, they wore no clothes. Also like her, they each seemed to bear the signs of a considerable feast, healthy abdomens and plentiful assets.

"Well then," Aculeate hummed. "It seems I'm not the only one who's met success of late."

The tallest of them, an androgynous, bulky-looking fellow, gazed down with lavender eyes and shrugged.. Their broad build and musculature suggested a low-ranking defense drone, a soldier to protect a party. A shorter girl beside them seemed to confirm the notion, hiding her spectacularly top-heavy self behind the wall of chitin. In comparison to Aculeate's jade, her carapace shimmered with a moving iridescence. She was a pretty thing, delicious with a cute belly pouch, slender legs, and magenta eyes. The most notable feature of hers came in the form of that behemoth bust, hanging down to her belly button, with glowing pink heart-shaped nipples, leaking a constant thin stream of matchingly luminescent milk.

Standing beside them, a waifish, slender thing with no chest to speak of chuckled. His eyes glowed fuschia, and when he smiled his long fangs dripped with venom the same color, nearly as copious as the pre liberally spilling from his long, glowing pink cock. "Indeed." He tilted his head. "You look familiar. Have I seen you before?"

"Possibly." Thrusting out her chest, Aculeate rest her hands on her egglaying hips, chin tilted up. "I am Aculeate, among the highest ranking of the Harvesters. You seem not far below me."

Batting his eyes, the boy cocked a hip. "If that is true, I would be one rank below you, yes. If you managed to gather that much food in one outing by yourself, certainly, you deserve the placement. My name is Clavus. The large one there, Endrin. They don't talk much. And this-"

He reached out, snagging the iridescent one by her waist. She eeped and tottered over, pendulous breasts slapping together as she stumbled.

"Is Acylurea. She doesn't talk much either, until you get her going that is. Then you just can't make her shut up. Isn't that right, Allie?" He beamed, tugging one of her teats to draw a fresh gout of nutrients.

'Allie' glanced away, folding her arms under her meaty shelf of rackflesh. "H-hmph."

Nodding, Aculeate took her seat at one end of the wall. Legs crossed, arms behind her, she observed the trio with one open eye. "All of you strike me as well fed. Have you..." She tapped her chin, buzzing in thought. How should she put it... "Noticed anything different about the Equestrians on your mission?"

Endrin shrugged. Acylurea Clavus nodded.

"They are... unusually rapacious," the titted one mumbled.

"Rapacious? Alli, hon. They couldn't keep their eyes off you! Or their hands. Not like I'm much better." As if to emphasize, he took a bosom in each palm, groping them with full force. Her knees knocked together, and between her whimpering and the gush of honey between her thighs, she looked ready to collapse right then and there.

"You two almost make me wish I didn't go alone. Does that one ever join in on the fun?" She thumbed the direction of Endrin.

"They sure do!" Wings flitting, Clavus gently pushed Acylurea to the ground. She didn't resist in the slightest. Once her back lay flat, she willingly opened herself to him, parting her legs and pussy lips with her fingers. "We're still a bit high on our lust. Perhaps you'd like to join in on burning some off?"

Aculeate smirked, rising back to her hooves. "Perhaps I would. Endrin, dear. I know you're the silent type, but would you be willing to put that tongue to work?"

Pressing her pudgy front to the toned soldier, she flicked one of their powder gray nipples with a thumb. With the other hand she reached down, finding the seeping slit between their strong legs, and dipping two digits inside the heated honeypot.

Endrin snorted, and before she knew what was happening her back was on the ground, their snout in her cunt to plumb its depths with their long, flexible tongue.

The four of them fucked for what must have been hours. After close to a week of no real action, Aculeate welcomed the orgy with wild enthusiasm. She drank deep of Acylurea's xdairy wells, throated and rode Clavus' productive rod, gargled his heavy nuts, and managed to, at least one time, make Endrin moan. Like most else about them, she couldn't hope to distinguish the gender of their voice if she tried.

Most curious was the case of Acylurea's position. She seemed submissive on the surface, and that she definitely was. More than that existed to her dimensions, however, and her teasing touch prying pleas from Clavus' soft lips was not one Aculeate would soon forget.

Luckily, Acylurea knew better than to try her hand at dominating her. Aculeate didn't often take those attempts well.

When they woke the following afternoon, satisfied and coated in fluids, it was a short walk to the hive. They returned by nightfall, and Aculeate directed them not towards the feeding grounds, but the Queen's chamber.

"Is there a reason in particular?" Clavus tilted his head at her, flaccid shaft swinging and dripping before him.

She laughed as they passed uner a mossy arch, glowing goo and flickering bio-pods hanging overhead. Endrin was forced to duck.

"Of course, and that is why I'm the highest rank. Something has changed in Equestria. I do not know what or why, but there is a reason. I ate as much love and lust in half a month as it would've taken me two in the past. That information will be pertinent for the Queen to learn, and our bodies serve as living proof."

Acylurea chirped, "What if she already knows? I doubt we're the first ones to come back from their harvest."

"On the contrary," Clavus said, swaggering to keep up with Aculeate. The sense of inferiority he felt around her was endearing. "Neither I nor Aculeate encountered any returning harvesters on our way back, besides ourselves. Even if others have come, they may not have gathered or witnessed what we did, let alone brought that to the Queen."

"Mm." Nodding, Acylurea fell silent, and they continued on their way.

Down and down into the hive they went, a descent through slick caverns, slimy holes, and mossy tunnels. The air, in contrast to the surface above, simmered with a certain moisture, wet but neither warm nor cold.

The Queen's chamber towered around them, a massive thing, the single largest room save the nursery. Glowing green pods hung from the ceiling, and a throne of anti-magic, self-healing stone perched at its center. There, sat like a royal, her rightful ruler nursed a dark emerald wine. From past experience, Aculeate felt she was half prepared to choke out the diminutive drone in front of her.

Approaching, Clavus parted his lips. Aculeate began before he could steal the show. "My Queen. I bring you important news."

Not hiding her annoyance, the perfected form of Queen Chrysalis' glory raised her chin off her wrist, meeting her gaze with daggers. "Yes? I hope for your sake it is."

"Believe me," Clavus added. "It will be."

Mph. Fine. You, go. Deal with the wargrubs yourself. It's not my role to fix your mistake." She shooed the smaller drone off, straightening as Aculeate made her way to the front. "You four seem quite full. Are you from the harvesters?"

"We are." Aculeate bowed, and the rest followed with her. She kept her head down as she spoke. "And we have returned with information you shall want to hear."

"Stand, stand. I'm not in the mood for ceremony today." Waving them back up, the Queen pulled from her clear obsidian glass. Setting it down with a clink, she stretched out. Languid like a cat, she openly emphasized every crafted curve of her gifted, voluptuous body. "Tell me, quickly. I want to hear from each of you."

And thus she did. They all gave their own tale, save Endrin who simply nodded affirmations. With each passing description, Her Majesty leaned further forwards, genuine interest and thought turning behind her eyes.

"So. The ponies have become more... 'amorous'. Intriguing." Coming up from her throne, the staggering height of her figure became clear, lording over them with a dominant shadow. Out of fear and respect alike, Aculeate's two hearts hammered. Beside her, she felt the nerves of her companions' rise as well. "I would like to sample from what you have gathered."

Knowing what she meant, they each went to the floor. Hands and knees, flat on their chests, or supine they offered themselves. From pussy or prick the Queen's lips touched them, sipping, swallowing, tasting. A contented groan followed every gulp, and Aculeate swore her radiant aura shone brighter as she retook her place on the throne.

"Yes. Yes, that is certainly interesting. I am pleased with this delivery. Rest assured, this development will be investigated, and I will see about rewarding you for bringing such prudent word to my ears. I have no more need for you now, however. You may leave, and return to your duties."

As one, they bowed and turned. Just as they rounded the corner, the voice of Queen Chrysalis entered Aculeate's head.

"I am not done with you quite yet. Come."

Lying, she told the group her overseer had summoned her. It was not fully dishonest, she supposed. Not that she had qualms with deceit, all things considered, but doing so to her own kind was often considered in poor taste.

Rounding back, she supplicated herself at the throne. "My Queen?"

"Your name." Once more, Chrysalis sipped her wine. Aculeate could watch her do so for hours.

"Aculeate, Your Majesty. What should you have of me?"

"I believe I should have a spymaster."

"What?" Aculeate blurted the question before she could think better to stop herself. Blinking rapidly, her jaw fell open and moved, unknowing what to speak.

"You were not of that group. Despite your... activities yesterday, the pheromones of your bond make that abundantly clear. For other reasons I shall not say, I know it is you that has brought this to me. As any good ruler, I like to reward duty and loyalty, and I do not miss taking opportunities when I see them."

Aculeate blinked again.

"And so, you will be appointed spymaster. I will send you out with a small team, and you among the others will be responsible for infiltrating Ponyville, Canterlot, and the Crystal Empire. You will discover everything you can. You will learn what has caused this change. You will bring your findings back to me, and we as a hive shall move from there. Am I understood?"

Enraptured, speechless, Aculeate gazed up into the eyes of her Queen.

"Yes, my Queen. This one shall serve."

Author's Note

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