Fuck with the Queen

Oh, yes.

She was going to enjoy this.

She was going to enjoy it very, very much.

Adagio let Rarity squirm there for a while, until she bored of watching. What for her made a trivial bit of fun and a good source of pump fuel made for Rarity something long and agonizing. Which, of course, helped Adagio savor the moment that much more.

She had waited for this day, eagerly.

Truth be told, she never expected the mare to climb as far as she did. She might have been a knockout, but Adagio obviously considered herself far more beautiful.

And what proof did she have to support that claim?

Why, look no further than the brainless bimbo bitch moaning in a bubbling pond of sludgey marecock ballslop. Whining, begging, pleading as one hand spread her swollen pussy lips wide and the other toyed with her stiff nipples. Sprawled on the floor, all those pretty white limbs splayed. A writhing worm beneath her hooves.

If she was so much better, smarter, and prettier than Adagio, it should have been the other way, no? After all, it doesn't matter who you hurt.

If you're just proving you're the best.

Adagio chuckled darkly, giving a final stroke of her cock. An unspent, errant streak of seed flew out, arcing over and splashing down on Rarity's face. Desperate and starved, the whorse opened her mouth to receive the sticky load. She used her tongue and hands to gather what she failed to catch.

She would have done that regardless, Adagio knew. A bitch who knew her place was a bitch who swallowed cum. Such a thing was an ambrosial treat second to no other in the mind of a simple, sex-driven creature like her.

"Pleeeease, Mistress! Breed your whore's slutty hole! I'm, like, sooo hornyyyy~"

"Down, dog." Adagio sank into a squat, flare positioned at the gates of Rarity's entrance. The flare twitched and bloomed with every throb, spilling forth additional pre in its excitement. "Good girls wait for their rewards. And, quite frankly, I'm not sure you deserve something so generous as a belly full of foal." Smirking, Adagio made to stand back up.

"Wh- huh? N-no, no no no! Please! Breed me, fuck me! I'll do whatever you want. Just please put a baby in meeeeee! I need it, need it, need it need need it need it" Rarity pouted extra hard, eyes watering in sharp relief on her alabaster cum-stained coat as she devolved.

Inwardly, Adagio gloated. Look at this. The once proud, snobby stuck-up throne-usurping guttertrash had demeaned herself into frantic blubbering - over getting bred, no less. While she'd conquered more than her fair share of ponies, watched so many be ground to dust beneath her hoof, somehow she would never tire of this. Sunset would always be her favorite toy, however.

Looking pensive, she put a finger to her chin. "Perhaps. Of course, you'll have to promise me a few things."

"Anything! Anything!"

Adagio's snout split into a sharky grin. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to catch on her pearly teeth, glinting jewel-like off her garnet eyes. "Apologize, for one."

Rarity's lip trembled. "B-but for what, Mistress?"

Adagio gestured with one hand, jerking with the other. "Oh, I don't know. Calling me all those terrible, awful, mean names. Trying to unseat me from my position in this school. Turning a significant number of my simping peasantry against me. The list goes on, really. Shall I continue?"

"No! I apologize. I was, like, super dumb. You're way better and smarter and hotter than me. I'm just a dumb little fuckdoll for your dick. I'm sorry for being a stupid cockholster meanie. I like, know my place now and stuff!"

Adagio nodded. "That's a start. Second, swear an oath to me in two parts. That one, you shall never dare to question my authority again - I am your Queen, and my say is final. And two, that anyone you see attempting to undermine my control you will report to me so I may deal with them. Am I understood?"

"Ohhhh, ffffuuuuckkkk!" Rarity moaned, arching her back and tossing her head. She hadn't rubbed herself or placed one finger inside her cunt this whole time, yet those two instructions had her squirting on the spot. She fell back, panting hard, before swearing through shaky breaths. "Y-yes, Mistress. I promise."

"And last but not least."

Adagio resumed her squat, holding her prick aloft by its wide base. Aimed straight for Rarity's tunnel, all it would take was one thrust and she'd hit home.

"Pledge your life to my cock. Marry it. Adore it, and use those three warm, slippery holes of yours as my ring."

Rarity could not have screamed her affirmation quicker - or louder. Smiling, Adagio slammed inside.

And was swiftly corrected, because Rarity could absolutely scream louder.

She paused briefly, after penetration, to bask in the moment. The heat, the tightness, the wetness and moistness. The way a sex thrall's love canal squeezed so wonderfully around her rod of maremeat, encasing every fucking damn inch of her breeding tool in luscious velvet.

Whether it was Rarity's, Sunset's, the Principal's, or whichever other braindead slut she fucked it felt the same. Which was to say, utterly sublime.

When she'd gotten her fill of cockwarming, her hips began to move. It didn't take long for her to flow in the motions; fucking so often had taught her how fast, hard, and deep she could go. Obviously, it helped she had her similarly equipped sisters to practice with.

The important part being, she could go from zero to eleven in no time. One moment she sat there buried to the nuts in her new toy's cockpocket. Their respectively fat, wobbly asses pressed together like pancakes. Between them, her overstuffed cum-factories, churning vats of spunk with a cat's lazy, languid, relaxed sort of grace.

The second, and her hips blurred. Her nuts swung. Her hands gripped around Rarity's ankles with a force of death, refusing to let go. Rarity wailed, tossing her head left and right.

PLAP PLAP PLAP!

She opened her mouth in a silent scream. As spit bubbled and broke to the surface, it brought incoherent, gurgling groans.

PLAP PLAP PLAP!

She spoke - or tried to. The words were nonsensical, mostly gibberish. A fuck here, a cum there, and of course many shrieks of 'babies' and 'foals' and 'pregnant'.

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP!

Adagio's thrusts were relentless, frenzied. Wild, truly. She had control, but it was the sort of control in the way a pony directed the course of a wildfire, or a pegasus a hurricane. There would be no mercy, no slowing, and certainly no stopping until the raging storm of Adagio's white hot lusts were sated.

And Adagio, being as horny as she was, took a very, very long time to satisfy.

Balls and cheeks rebounded off one another. Ripples of flesh, boat-turning waves of wobblemeat shook throughout bountiful white and yellow booties alike.

Adagio always prided herself in the size of her ass. Some liked to mock it. Those who did were quick to discover just how dangerous that ass could be when it smothered their face, and left them with nothing to do but huff her nuts and take her cock. Adagio might do that to Rarity later, but right now she was sealing the deal of their mockery of a marriage with her bastard spawn.

Her nuts slammed against Rarity's trembling flanks with the same energy. Each time they imprinted deeper into the flesh, leaving behind temporary craters in that supple, cushiony dough. Beneath the fur the impacts stung, reddening the skin until beyond those impressions glowed two suspiciously ovoid silhouettes of pink.

With the size of her miniskirt, it would be apparent to anyone with eyes what had happened, should they look at her from the back. Though, given she'd lost her thong and was soon to have her pie cream-filled, it would be clear from the front as well.

Then Adagio glared into Rarity's eyes - saw the running mascara, the jizz lathered across her fur. Not to mention the smell - that raunchy, unmistakeable stench of sloppy sex.

Tch. Well. Adagio never promised discretion.

Leaning down, smooshing their bosoms together, Adagio pushed her tongue inside Rarity's drooling maw. The mare accepted without resistance, allowing her to taste as she wished. So soon after the deepthroat, Adagio sampled the flavors of her own decadent jizz.

SLAP! WHAP! SLAM! WHAM!

The speed and power behind her thrusts inversed. If it weren't for Adagio pinning the bitch in place, she would surely have been pushed backwards.

"I'm... about... to cum~ Anything... hmmmphf! To say?"

"Gggllluhhhhgb."

"Good enough, I suppose."

Shutting her eyes, Adagio bit down hard on Rarity's left breast as she came. The pliable plushness gave way, and she sucked in as the first jets of batter entered Rarity's womb.

Rarity came with her, again and again. She'd lost any ability to vocalize anything resembling language in its most rudimentary form. It was all vowels and slurs, foaming froth and gurgling groans. Adagio matched them with her own gruff, feral grunts, sat alongside cries of pleasure so soft and melodic as to be from a symphony.

Pulse, pulse, pulse. Gulp, gulp, gulp. Pint after pint of snatch-plugging, lip-gluing, egg-flooding balltar whitewashed Rarity's womb. It poured down her tunnel, into the wider chamber, gangbanged her ovaries and found its way deep within her tubes. She'd be pregnant for sure, with twins at the minimum.

Dead-eyed, glassy-eyed, Rarity stared off at an indeterminate point of the room. She panted, breathing and occasionally laughing through her sexual madness.

She'd pull herself together, eventually. Obviously, as Adagio's personal plaything, but together enough to not lay there and slobber like a comatose dog.

How long that actually took, Adagio couldn't care less. When she herself had regained her composure, she pulled her egregiously endowed, equine equipment from Rarity's puffy, thoroughly abused cumslot. What might have been a pop or squelch was muffled by the torrent of creamy ooze that spurt out afterwards, replacing any other possible noise with that of rushing cream.

Twitching, cunny gaped, and a true wreck of a mare. That's what Rarity had become. That's what Adagio made her.

And that's what she left her as.

She might have made Rarity clean her dick off under normal circumstances, but she had fucked Rarity much too silly for that. Perhaps she'd have Sunset clean it when she got home, or one of her siblings. Sonata in particular had always liked the flavor. And Aria?

Well, Adagio just liked to put Aria's long dick in its place every once in a while.

It was good to be Queen.