All's Flare in Love and War

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.