The Royal Hypnotist

by Incandesca

Rating: mature
Tags: Starlight Glimmer, Porn, Sex, Princess Celestia, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Fetish
Length: 6440

On off-duty hours, Celestia likes to relax with a nice massage and steamy sauna. Today's session is a bit more special than she predicted. And a whole lot more Equal.

Being the head of state in a world full of magic and villains is exhausting. That's why, on her off-duty hours, Celestia likes to relax with a nice, steamy massage. It's a good distraction from the hullabaloo of the world and her own royal obligations.

Among... other things.

Today's session, however, is a bit more special than she expects, and a whole lot more... equal.

Contains: Futa/Female, Hypnotism, Brainwashing, Brutal Sex, and a worrying amount of ideological contradictions.

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Published 2024-10-19 18:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-19 18:50:01 UTC

Fit for a Princess

Heat. Contact. Hands and pressure. The elements to any good massage.

Celestia failed to imagine a mixture half so relaxing. She knew the other connotations of course. Heat, hands, sensual contact, up close and personal. It was of no curiosity to her the desire of pony - the desire for 'happy endings'.

She felt them herself. Often.

Though she rarely acted upon them. She was an ancient mare, one responsible for the health of an entire nation. If she had a single interaction beyond her own fingers per year, she'd count herself fortunate.

The blame, partly, rest on responsibility's shoulders. She had the time at evening - moreso now that Luna once again took up Nightly concerns - and still, she avoided sex whenever possible in blatant spite to her inner fire.

She was the Princess. She was the leader of a nation. She couldn't let the pleasures of flesh tempt her away from duty and, more than that, there stood the power imbalance.

How could one be certain, doubtless, a pony truly desired, truly wanted her? Not merely consented because of her authority above them? Amind-reading spell, perhaps, could enlighten the mind. For good reason, however, such psychological magics had been strictly banned in Equestria for centuries.

Thus, the Princess of Equestria resorted to plain, ordinary masturbation. Every fortnite she'd be randy enough to take her dildo. And, once in a blue moon, she'd have actual sex with an actual pony whom she actually felt comfortable with.

Biting the plush, pink-toned jut of her lower lip, an itch stirred in her loins. Needy, tugging, it gently pawed at the threads of her brain like a child's hand.

Hm. Being nude, exposed, and oiled to reflection likely did not help these matters.

Resting her head on her own fat breasts, doted upon by two of the most attractive mares she'd ever seen, was similarly, maybe not the wisest of decisions. At least with her usual masseuse, she could rest happy in the knowledge that his masculinity did not in the slightest arouse her fancies.

But Twilight - and her friend Rarity - had sworn personally by these two. With such praise, how could she deny them?

Aloe and Lotus. Two bright fillies at the peak of their youth. Tall and slender, their bodies moved like dancing reeds, and the only thing that sagged about them were the hefty pillows upon their chests.

"Mmmph..." She grumbled, pressing her thick thighs together in a way neither would notice. "Miss Blossom, would you be a dear and retrieve the hot stones?"

Lotus giggled. "Again? Of course, your Majesty." She winked, saying, "And reminding joo may call me Lotus, simply."

Her sister nodded. "Jes jes. Vee are simple mares, zhat is all."

Celestia returned their smile. "Yes, of course. I'll quit addressing you formally, when you do the same for me."

They had the embarrassment to blush.

Celestia, half-chuckling, closed her eyes. Once more, she ventured within, to the stage of her own mind.

Her thoughts again turned lewd. To bright rosy cheeks, and flushed mounds fresh and fertile between long slender legs. Slender legs that nevertheless boasted of plump ripeness. Slender legs that wrapped around waists and locked, hugging dearly around a lover as soft wet petals kissed and mashed, or gliding poles of feminine meat delved into the deepest carnal depths.

Carnal depths that she could offer.

Before her state devolved any further, blazing heat and smooth rock pressed against her flesh. She moaned involuntarily, a series of happy little shudders popping through her core. Despite her own immense internal temperature, somehow the twins made the stones hot enough for her solar standards.

Time and massage melded as one. She groaned, shuddered, squirmed once or twice, and before she knew it the session was over. When the only complaint she had was that it didn't last longer, she knew she'd have to put these girls on temporary hire again in the future.

If fortunes favored the bold, perhaps she'd attemptt a bite of cotton candy. Hopes whispered they'd melt in her mouth half as much as she melted into the table.

"And zhat is all, jour Majesty!"

"Jes, but vee have a surprise for joo~"

Celestia's ears perked. One pale purple eye opened, peeking past damp hair, folded arms, and heaving breastflesh.

"Do go on," she mumbled, half into her cleavage, before resuming her previous position. She always scheduled at least fifteen minutes of layabout time after any spa session.

"Zhere is a very good friend of ours," Aloe chirped. Or Lotus? They sounded practically identical.

Lotus continued. "Vee have made her part of our routine. She is a hypnotist! Trained to massage joor brain how we do zhee body!"

Jes, is very good at zhee relaxing."

Celestia gave a curt, wordless nod. On the outward she appeared calm, serene.

Inside, she drew up her mental defenses. She had no reason to distrust the twins, but enough survived assassination plots for over a thousand years taught a mare to be careful with her mind.

"I'm eager to meet her," she said. "When does she come in"

The door opened. Hoofsteps clopped against bright marble.

"As a matter of fact, Princess, right now."

Starlight grinned, from ear to ear.

The smile that graced Celestia's lips made her shudder. Cold, ocean blue eyes roved across the alicorn's body, starting first on the horn, the feathered wings of alabaster folded neatly against her back. Only then did Starlight focus on the more... obvious aspects of her Majesty's grand beauty.

But those wings, that horn. The power she must wield.

Starlight had to supress a groan. Her nipples strained hard against her white cloth cheststrap, the same sort the twins wore. Meanwhile, magic was the only thing that kept her loincloth straight.

Speaking of the twins.

She made a glance at them. The moment she entered the room, their stance changed. Straighter, more neutral, more proper.

More equal.

"It's a lovely occasion to meet you, my little pony." Celestia's words delivered soft as clouds, sweet as honey, and warm as the incandescent Sun. Starlight shook at the thought of that voice being used for other purposes. Of whom do I have the pleasure to meet today?"

Starlight laughed. A nervous tic made her run fingers through her hair. She'd done it up to match the twins, to reduce any potential recognition as much as possible. Not that anyone in the Castle should know who she was.

"Oh, I'm no one special, really. Certainly not in the presence of Princess Celestia herself!"

But not for long.

"Nonsense, dear. If you're half as skilled as these lovely mares, I've no doubt you'll perform miracles."

Starlight's smile grew. She bowed, feigning gratitude. "Miracles of the mind are my specialty, Princess. I'm sure you have important things to do today, so why don't we start now?"

Celestia's nod gave all the permission she required. Clapping her hands once, the twin's eyes went round. Almost silent, they shuffled out the room in perfect sync. They'd already been finely tuned to one another's motions before she'd perfected them. Now, they might as well have been the same pony.

Starlight approached, horn ablaze. Immediately, she noticed the Princess' defensive wards, less through sight than by obligate sensation. It was a hurdle to overcome, but not impossible and one she'd expected. Of all her games this would prove her most challenging, and she tremored with glee at the prospect of winning it.

"I find the best way to help a pony relax is by giving them a distraction. May I ask permission to open your eyes?"

Celestia responded, though not with words. Opening her pale purple eyes, in them Starlight recognized the spark and smolder of sexual attraction. If Starlight were another mare, she wouldn't have noticed; Celestia was skilled at hiding her emotions.

Unfortunately for the Princess, Starlight was anything but ordinary. Over the years, she'd learned and keenly honed the art of psychological warfare. She might have succeeded against the Elements too, if her own ego hadn't gotten in the way.

She wouldn't make that mistake again.

Dipping her hand inside her cleavage, lilac flesh threatened to spill from the strap at a breezie's breath. She watched Celestia's eyes widen ever so slightly, her lips twitch uncertainly, and a faint pink flush rise to her cheeks as, slowly, Starlight retrieved the first of her weapons.

The alicorn's gaze shifted from Starlight's chest to the object. It was an ordinary pendant, a polished amethyst shard attached to a plain silver string. She could have picked a standard hypnotic swirl, but that seemed a touch too obvious.

For this approach, she had to be quiet. An alicorn like Twilight was young, anxious, inexperienced. Celestia had been alive for no less than twelve centuries. If she made one false move, it could mean her head, instead of her 'head'.

"Focus on the pendant," Starlight soothed. Public speaking had given her another edge, another method of control - her voice. Used correctly, it could be deadly as any unicorn spell or pegasus spear. "Track the gem as it swings left and right, back and forth. Back... and forth."

Gradually, she lowered the volume of her voice, emphasizing each word with deliberate, smooth and sluggish sweetness.

Celestia's eyelids drooped, by barely a quarter inch if that. Starlight checked the state of Celestia's wards again, and found her first point of entry.

Only a matter of time now. That was the single window she needed.

She didn't take the initiative, not yet. If Celestia was anywhere near as intelligent as Starlight believed, that opening could very well be a trick. Allowing it to molder, she made the note for later.

"As you watch the pendant swing, listen carefully to my voice. It's okay if you miss a word here and there, as long as you're relaxed. That's ultimately the reason why I'm here today, isn't it? To give you comfort, and help you relax."

Starlight took a breath. Her bosom jiggled with the movement, and for a brief second Celestia's attention returned to her abundant, tantalizing breastflesh.

"Eyes up here, Princess," she giggled. Celestia's blush intensified, and Starlight supressed the urge to grind her thighs together.

"At the end of the day, we're all just ponies. We all have our fears, our doubts, our burdens. Some have more than others, however, but it doesn't have to be that way. Don't you agree?"

Starlight paused, waiting for a response. A second later, Celestia nodded.

She marked the delay. A sign of confusion, perhaps. Or, maybe, a sign of weakness.

"Feel free to answer in your own words and at your own pace. May I ask, what is it that troubles you?"

Celestia had no problems prattling on, and Starlight listened patiently. Public pressures, magical threads abroad and domestic, the typical stress of leading any nation.

She could tell it was wrote. The most basic, surface level worries any pony with half a brain could guess Celestia might have. She'd have to dig a little deeper if she wanted to sink her claws in.

Nevertheless, she sensed the wards begin to wane. Here and there, at the edges of that mindbogglingly complex spellweave, little threads and edges came undone. The core remained, but the fringes frayed as her manafold focus dissipated, centralizing to Starlight's benefit.

"You mentioned public pressures," Starlight began. "What kind of pressures do you mean?"

With an almost sleepful quality, Celestia sighed. Her eyelids had fallen by another half-inch, and it seemed to Starlight she put conscious effort into keeping them open.

"What you might expect. I love my little ponies, but their demands can be so hard to manage. Between the taxes, guard, and new industries, sometimes I'm not sure myself how I manage to keep it all straight. Then there's the-" Celestia stopped, alertness returning briefly. "Nevermind that, perhaps I-"

Starlight offered a sympathetic smile. Never once did she stop swinging the pendant. Never once did Celestia's eyes leave it.

"No, please, go ahead. Remember, everything you say here is purely confidential. If rumors start, well." Starlight smirked. "You'll know who started it."

Celestia went quiet, and oh how Starlight wished she could dive right into that ancient, enigmatic mind. The secrets, the history, the power she could pull. Oh, it was just too good.

But she restrained herself, and allowed Celestia the time she needed to speak her peace.

"There's, ah..." Celestia's face turned a dark, vivid red. "One concern I have, just a small little frustration."

It took everything Starlight had not to lean in. "Yes, go on. There's no judgement here, speak as you wish."

"There are certain..." Celestia swallowed. "Urges that I have."

Oh, oh fuck yes. Now she was getting somewhere.

Starlight quirked a brow. "Urges? Of what kind?"

"Of, the... ah. Sexual. Variety."

"I see."

Starlight seized one of the loosest strands. It twitched in her grasp, but before the rest of the spellweave could notice, she plucked it as deftly as an herbalist might her roses. She waited, watching for any apparent change in Celestia's demeanor, and forged ahead when she saw none.

"Fascinating. Well, it's not as though we don't all have them ourselves. You're a pony, just like the rest of us, no?"

Celestia nodded. Starlight took a second strand, this time unravelling a larger bundle. The Princess' body shook and shuddered, but nothing beyond.

"Tell me more. This is clearly something that bothers you. If we can get to the bottom of the issue, you'll be all the better for it."

Celestia didn't know how long the session had gone. She thought she remembered it was an hour-long appointment, but was that correct? Or was she confusing it with the massage?

She couldn't seem to puzzle it out, nor did she care to. She hadn't felt this calm in years, maybe centuries. After a while of letting her truths flow, she'd simply dropped what remained of her spellwards. This mare could be trusted; she had such a prety voice. Not to mention those big, fat, bouncy ti-

Wait, what remained of her spellward?

Silly, silly. She shooed the thought away quick as it came. She was overthinking things, and that's exactly what she was here to try and avoid.

After a while of their conversation, she let her eyes drop. The mare said it was fine, that she could even fall asleep if she so wished. She didn't of course, that would just be rude.

Later, she'd have to ask the twins to bring her again tomorrow.

Hm. Her. What was her name exactly? Had she forgotten it, or...

No, no, that must be it. She was tired, exhausted, relaxed. She'd just forgotten it, of course she'd just forgotten it. She had asked her who she was the moment she met.

It felt so good, leaving all her fears to the open. It felt good being... vulnerable. Vulnerable, with somepony who knew how to care for her and help make those fears a little easier to handle. If she'd known the power hypnosis held, she'd have searched for a professional ages ago.

"We've made some great progress today," the mare said. "But I think we can go a little deeper. As I count down from one hundred, I'd like you to follow along, and repeat each number in your head. With every number, you'll find that your body grows heavier, and your mind emptier. Let's begin."

Celestia didn't think about a word she said, only followed along. It was like being a filly all over again, so innocent, so naieve, that the most droll bedtime story could entrance her littlest imaginations.

"One-hundred."

"Ninety-nine."

"Ninety-eight."

"Eighty-four."

"Forty-eight."

"Twenty-two."

Celestia sagged into her own body. The world felt weightless, reality non-existent. All that there was was her, that voice, and that beautiful, sexy mare.

"And zero. How do you feel?"

"Mmmm... good."

"That's so wonderful to hear. Now, on the count of three, I want you to open your eyes and mouth."

She scrunched her snout. Her mouth? Why-

"One."

Celestia smiled. She shouldn't presume. Everything this mare had done had been to her benefit. She knew how to take care of her.

"Two."

Her lips and eyelids trembled. A thought entered her mind, one seemingly not of her own creation. She embraced it regardless. This mare knew better than her, after all.

The mare wanted her to be good. She wanted her to be happy. Being good meant she was happy, and being happy meant she was good. And being good and happy meant the mare was good and happy, too.

She was so excited for her present.

"Three."

Celestia's eyes creaked open, jaw slackened. Light bled through the cracks, the smell and taste of heated air touched her tongue.

And there she was. Starlight Glimmer.

She didn't know how she knew that name, but-

Oh, right. She'd forgotten it. Silly, silly Princess.

There, Starlight Glimmer stood. She'd forgone her cheststrap, allowing her melon-sized jugs to bounce and wobble freely. Capped by deep purple nips and plump areola, Celestia could so easily imagine opening her maw, and wrapping her soft, supple lips around one of those hardened peaks. Except...

"Not there," Starlight chided. She wagged her finger, and at the same time a great and foreign sense of shame washed over her. "A little lower, sweetie."

Starlight pointed down past her scrumptious tummy to between her legs. Celestia's gaze followed.

"Oh," Celestia gasped. Her pussy quivered, quim wet and throbbing pink with need. "O-oh."

"And it's all yours, too." Starlight's friendly smile became a wolfish, predatory grin. Rather than inspire fear or dread as it should, it sent a rapid series of violent, ecsatic shivers all along her spine.

Celestia looked up to her in disbelief. Her words came out stuttered, lethargic, bordering on drunk. "But... why?"

"Why not?" Starlight asked. "Seems to me like you haven't gotten a good dicking in years. Isn't that what we talked about? What you've been craving? Some young, naughty hotty putting you in your place?"

Celestia gasped again, shivering anew. She wanted to deny it.

And of course, she couldn't.

She wanted this. Needed this. She had for years. Decades. Generations. To not just bed another mare, but be utterly subservient while doing so. For once, to let somepony else do the thinking for her. Do the ruling for her.

"Y-yes. Yes! I want that."

Starlight pushed her pelvis forward. Jutting out from her crotch, a thick, pulsing mast of maremeat cast a shadow and musky stink across her face. "Then why don't you be a good girl, and worship my dick like the peasant whore we both know you are."

Celestia could've cum right on the spot. Maybe she did, but she hardly noticed.

Before her was presented a slab of perfect, beautiful cockflesh, a deep and vivid violet that matched Starlight's nipples and mane, and clashed wonderfully with her lilac coat. Sluggishly, she reached out with both hands, taking hold of the round and bulging flare like a precious gift. She whimpered, pulling it close, nostrils flaring as it disgorged a slimy wad of pre-spunk from the slit, pulled down on a string by gravity.

Before it could fall, Celestia dipped her head, stuck out her tongue, and with a loud, noisy slurp sucked it into her maw. From there, it didn't take effort to go higher, and latch her soft lips around the battering crown.

"Good girl," Starlight cooed. "Such a good girl for your Mistress. Wouldn't you like that? Being my latest pet?"

With wide, fawning eyes, Celestia gazed into her Mistress' ocean blue own. Those eyes were so deep, so intelligent, and so caring.

Mistress only wanted what was best for her.

"Mmmmhmmmm," she groaned, slipping more of the shaft inside. It continued to spurt pre into her mouth, but before long it shot down her throat as more and more traveled down her gullet.

"Here," Starlight hummed. "Why don't I help you?"

With a gasp of her own, Starlight shifted her hips, and pushed her pipe deeper. In seconds, the medial ring was bulging Celestia's throat, and tears of happy pain brimmed at her eyes.

"Now. We can really begin~"

Starlight loved the confusion in her eyes. The love, the gratitude. All things Starlight had gotten very used to, but she'd never stop adoring the knowledge that she'd dominated a pony, inside and out.

Honestly, she was surprised. This had gone easier than predicted. Then again, she hadn't expected the Princess of the Sun to be such a woefully repressed, craven whore.

Still, she wouldn't discount the alicorn entirely. Not yet. She'd done the hardest part, but the indoctrination process...

Simply put, she could make mistakes with mares like Aloe and Lotus. Celestia? Not so much.

"You must be in heaven right now, huh?"

Smirking, Starlight slid herself in and out of Celestia's throat, savoring the shifting bulge inside, the violent hacks and gags as an arm's worth of veiny iron cock sawed across sensitive esophagus. Celestia - the dumb bich - tried to say something through all the dick in her mouth.

It came out as a wet, splattering gurgle.

"Oh don't worry, you don't need to tell me." She leaned over, gripping Celestia's great horn by the base. She didn't give more than an initial jolt - perfect. "I already know you do, slut," she whispered.

Standing back to full height, she used the horn as a handlebar. Thumbing across its smooth, spiralled ivory surface, Starlight delighted as each rub resulted in an audible pitter-patter of pussy squirt onto the massage table.

"Because that's all you're good for at the end of the day. I mean, honestly, look at you." She gestured with her free hand. Then, grabbed Celestia's horn with it, turning it into a lever to fuck the Princess' pitiful face. "Tears running down your cheeks, spittle around your mouth. You're two heart pupils away from being so worthless, you'd give yourself for free instead of demanding money. Even whores have self respect."

Celestia tried to nod. At the same time, Starlight drew out, and plunged three quarters of her length within.

"But that's okay. I know a world where you can do exactly that, forever and ever. Nopony will ever judge you. Wouldn't that be nice"

Gghlrgk.

"I knw," Starlight crooned, in the voice an adult might a toddler. "It would be a wonderful world. Everyone is so angry at each other these days, so divisive, so judgemental. And it goes even deeper than tribalism, did you know that?"

Hgggh.

"That's right!" Starlight was giddy; she'd entered her flow state now, and all the propaganda and brainwashing methods she utilized poured out her mouth in the same tone as her recordings. "Ponies don't just hate over tribes. They'll even do it over cutie marks, the thing that's supposed to make us special!" She pouted, putting on her best frowny voice. "Isn't that sad?"

Starlight watched Celestia's face contort, as if running calculations in her head. Maybe she was weighing Starlight's words, or perhaps she was simply confused.

Too risky, either way.

With a sudden shift, Starlight drew back and fucked her face in earnest. Heavy, low-hanging, pendulous she-nuts whapped across Celestia's chin and throat, and Starlight prayed they'd leave some nice, prominent oval marks behind for at least a few days.

"I- mmmph, know. Ponies really will tear themselves apart over any little- Hah! Difference, mmmwon't they?"

She kept going, not stopping her spiel for a second. Any break in speech was a window for Celestia's mind to assert itself, put the puzzle pieces together.

"That's- Fffh... Why I've come up with a solution? Would you like to hear it?"

Glk, hlhk, guhlk, gluck.

"I know you do. You're such a smart pony. You've put so much hard work into keeping your nation prosperous. But you failed."

Celestia's eyes widened, pupils shrank and trembled. Starlight could all but taste the fear and uncertainty.

It was delicious.

"But that's okay," Starlight soothed. "We all make mistakes. It's not your fault after all. It's that cutie mark on your flank, and all of pony society, really! Don't you think it would be more fair to everyone if that power was put in the ponies' hands? The way it used to be?"

Celestia nodded. She was getting to her. Fuck fucking yes.

"I'm so glad you see it my- Ooooh, yeah that's nice... My way." Whap, whap, plap, plap. Her sack swung and hit Celestia's throat again and again, a tacky film of connective slime forming between and on the two. Her balls throbbed, cock pulsed, and it wouldn't be long before Celestia's conversion.

And then - and only then - would Starlight be able to cum.

"Imagine it." Starlight released one hand from Celestia's horn, spreading out to gesture wide. "A society where everypony is equal. No one would ever have to experience the misery of comparing themselves to others, only to fall short. Equal opportunities, after all, can still lead to unequal outcomes. No no no, if you want a people free of strife, and judgement, competition and hardship, you'd have to make everyone the same. Do you follow? I'm sure you do, you're so smart."

Starlight giggled. "Of course, not as much as me. I'm the shepherd, you see. I saw the light, and now it's my responsibility to- Hffh, shit! To spread the word."

Starlight felt herself getting close now, and sensed Celestia's mind, right on the edge. One little push in the right direction, and that ancient, wisened mind would open itself to her like a cracked vault, pliable as putty.

She took hold of her horn with both hands again, crouching over her latest and greatest inductee. Her nostrils flared, eyes glaring with sexual malice. Every thrust forced a moist sloppy 'glurk' from the alicorn below, and a bestial grunt from herself.

"Mph! Mph! Mph! Your throat is so fucking tight, did you know that? Faust, if this is just your throat, I can't even imagine..."

She didn't finish the sentence. Celestia stopped being her obedient plaything, and for a fraction of a second Starlight's heart stopped.

Only to resume beating twice as fast, when two warm, motherly hands cupped and fondled her balls.

"Ahhhh shit, yessss." Starlight squeezed her eyes shut, picking up the pace even more. At this point, Celestia wouldn't be able to hear her over the frantic sounds of brutal throatgaping, so she decided to pry a lance of magic right into Celestia's mind.

Internally, she cackled. The skank left the door wide open.

When she spoke next, Celestia wouldn't just hear it in her ears. She'd hear it in her head, bouncing around her skull, slamming against her moldable clay of a mind.

"If everyone's the same, we can all share responsbility - together! Nopony left out, nopony forgotten. We'd all be cogs of the same beautiful machine, working together towards a better tomorrow. And do you want to know what the best part is?"

Through the link, Starlight sensed Celestia's curiosity - her eagerness to learn.

Starlight was more than happy to educate.

"If you're the same as everypony else, you'll never have to be Princess again. Remember when you were a filly, before you ever ascended? Remember how life was so happy, so devoid of complications, fears and worries? You can have that and so much more. Every pleasure your flesh demands, every sexual whim your heart desires. After all - a society only continues with the spread of its race."

And that did it. Starlight didn't need to spell out a single word more; Celestia was indeed intelligent, likely beyond Starlight herself. She could put the puzzle together on her own.

Soon, that intelligence would be for Starlight to use.

Like a glass of water, perched precariously on the corner of a table, Celestia's identity fell. Starlight heard it shatter, and the flowing drink of her former ambitions and desires splash into a useless puddle.

"Get ready for me, whore," Starlight growled. She no longer attempted to hold herself back, flinging her body and mind wholly into the purpose of throatpieing this needy, cow-ttitted sexdoll of a Princess.

Former Princess now.

"Because I'm!" Buck. "Going!" Buck. "To!"

Buck, buck, buck, buck. Buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck.

"CUM!"

With a roar of victory, Starlight hilted her sword. Her sack drew up, tightening around the sloshing orbs in Celestia's still-groping hands.

For as long as her climax rode, Starlight allowed herself to zone out. Throughout the ordeal she continued to fuck Celestia's maw like an animal, and the feral sounds spouting from her muzzle did nothing to disabuse the notion. Her chest heaved in giant breaths, making her sweat-soaked chestpillows sway and wobble. Spunkfactories clap-a-clapped with harsh staccato onto her victim, and pints of throat-searing spermsludge poured down Celestia's gullet like molten metal in a cast.

A cast she'd use to forge her new world order.

As Starlight's peak wound down, every curvaceous inch of her wobbling, she panted to catch her breath. She shook her head free of the fog, dispersing it back to its typical razor point, and gazed down to admire her work.

The light in Celestia's eyes was all but gone. Dead and wall-eyed, she tried to look up at her Master, but mostly succeded in making herself look like an imbecile.

"Good girl." Moaning, Starlight stepped back, stood, and released Celestia's horn. Inches on inches dragged out from the mare's cumflooded tunnel, purple maremeat coated in a viscous sheen of pearly white. The flare took more convincing, though with enough of a yank backwards she managed to pop it free. She imagined it hurt, for the ex-Princess. She didn't care, and a final string of spunk slopped onto Celestia's face.

Gurgling on a mouthful of gunk, Celestia's jaw slackened. She stuck out her tongue with what Starlight swore was a burbling coo of pride, like a dog showing off its trick.

The batter-like substance formed a multi-tiered pile in her mouth, some of it forming bubbles and popping to splatter against her face. Other portions remained glued tar-like to her tongue, inner cheeks, the roof of her mouth, and all of it connected by an intricate web of fat, gooey strands. Still more sloughed out, like grool in a trough, pouring down to glaze her chin, and form a steaming, stinking puddle in her vast white cleavage.

"Adorable." Starlight smiled, almost endearingly. She patted the once-monarch's head, unable to hold in a laugh as she received an affectionate headbump in return. "Now be an obedient, equal doll, and swallow my cum. You wouldn't want to waste Mistress' gift, would you?"

In a flash, Celestia snapped her jaw shut, swallowing down the wad of Starlight's load. No sooner did the fatty glob slide down her throat did Starlight shove her junk in Celestia's face.

"Now clean me off. We're not done yet."

Ravenous eyes devoured the sight, as Celestia set to task. Her tongue unfurled, still coated in tens of thousands of layers of cockslime, and began to systematically drag and drool across everything from tip to sheath. Before Starlight knew it, the deed was done, Starlight's mast left glistening in the room's magically-projected sunlight.

"Impressive. I'm not sure if you're just that eager, or if you've had practice."

Celestia grinned. "Both, Master."

Starlight chuckled. "That's what I like to hear." Then her voice dropped. "We're not done yet either. Turn your ass around. I want to see what treasures that royal flank of yours is hiding."

"Yes, Master."

Awkwardly, Celestia spun herself around on the table. It creaked under her shifting weight, but did not give or buckle. Starlight found the idea the massage table had lasted longer than a being like Celestia herself quite amusing.

"Hell yeah." Reaching out, Starlight pawed two flowing handfuls of alabaster alicorn assmeat. She gave them a firm squeeze hard enough to sting, then slapped across the whole mighty shelf. Sun-marked cheeks jiggled and clapped together, and the rippling nearly mezmerized her.

She'd have to consider that for later. The thought of hypnotizing that fucking cunt Twilight with her own mentor's bouncing booty had her ready to go on the spot.

Before anything else, Starlight cast a weak infertility spell on Celestia's womb. It would prevent her from getting pregnant with any leftover sperm cells or pre-cum, but be easily broken by the kinds of loads Starlight rolled out.

Now, for the crystalization process. Celestia had all the correct ideas in her mind, which Starlight could freely root around and manipulate like an open file cabinet. But first, she had to establish a solid, mountain-strong foundation - one that only somepony as skilled as her in mental magic could ever hope to unravel.

Starlight knew how hard it was to reverse indoctrination. She'd tried - and failed - on many experiments before this one.

"From now on, you're my bitch." Starlight cast her voice into Celestia's head, echoing infinitely in her skull. "Say it."

"I'm your bitch."

Starlight slapped her ass. Her cock throbbed at the high-pitch yelp.

"Good. I am your Master. Nopony else."

"You are my Master. Nopony else."

SLAP.

"You will obey me, no matter what."

SLAP.

Celestia jerked. "I-I will obey you, no matter what."

Starlight slapped her ass again, again, again, again until inflamed pink shone through the porecelain fur. Each drew a keening whine or squeal from the disgraced former Princess, rising higher in volume. Starlight didn't stop, even when tears began to form.

Then, without fanfare, she stopped. She modified her voice once more, casting it forward to alternate between Celestia's left and right ears.

"Equal is good," Starlight commanded.

"Equal is good," Celestia mirrored.

"An equal world is a better world."

"An equal world is a better world."

"An equal world is a perfect world."

"An equal world is a perfect world."

"An equal world cannot exist unless I am equal. I love beeing equal. Equality makes me happy. Equality makes me perfect. I am equal. I will always be equal. Anypony who isn't equal must be made equal, so they can be happy and perfect like me. Starlight is my Mistress, and she will make the whole world equal."

Starlight continued for a good ten or so minutes, checking on the clock to ensure she hadn't run out of time. If she did, the spa sisters would see to it they not be disturbed. All the while, throughout the lesson, Starlight wedged her slab between Celestia's lower cheeks, grinding and hotdogging away to her heart's content, and punctuating every new line and repeated phrase with a schplurting gout of pre-spooge.

"I think that's enough foreplay, don't you agree?" Starlight didn't give her time to answer, grabbing hold of her schlong and slapping it harshly across Celestia's rump. She gave the toy little time to prepare either, before rearing her hips back, aligning her flare with sopping wet royal cunt, and slamming in.

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuck."

Celestia tittered, clenching her hole and wiggling her rear. "Is my pussy adequate for you, Mistress?"

Starlight spanked her again. "Perfectly equal."

Moaning in orgasm, Celestia tried to form words. Over the cacophonous squirting, Starlight just barely managed to hear them out. "A-a-ahas a-all things... s-should be."

At this point, the fucking was more of a courtesy than anything else. Starlight's discipline was ruthless iron, and if she so desired she could unlock the floodgates right then and there and dump her foalbatter into her newly enlightened student's unsuspecting womb.

"Now." Starlight widened her stance, grabbed hold of Celestia's ethereal tail, and yanked. "There's just one problem."

"W-what?" The desperation in her voice was scrumptious. Starlight savored it. "P-p-please, Master. Tell me what I'm doing wrong! I want to be equal, I need to be equal!"

"Oh don't worry, you will be. But, you see....." Ramming herself in and out, Starlight all too casually tapped Celestia's left cutie mark. "You still have these, do you not?"

Celestia's eyes went round in shocked horror. "N-no! No, please." She teared up, nearly beginning to cry. "Take them away, get them off me! I don't want them anymore?"

Starlight quirked a brow. "Oh really? Do tell, why is that. I'm dying to know."

"That power isn't mine to control, it never was. I'm a filthy traitor, o-or, I was, until you opened my eyes! I'll get it rid of it for you, tell me where to put it and I will!"

"It's funny you say that. Girls!" Starlight cupped her mouth, shouting past the door. Instantly it opened, and the twins entered in perfect lockstep. "Your former Princess here has decided to renounce her powers. Please, bring me what I need."

"Jes, Mistress Starlight." They bowed together, but Starlight halted them with a hand.

"Oh, and one more thing." She snapped her fingers. "Make yourselves look a little more... equal."

As one they saluted, departing for their task. They returned with the customary matched braids, wide eyes, and plastic smiles. Aloe held in her hands Starlight's staff, and Lotus a large, reinforced metal jar.

Starlight took them with her magic, and the sisters settled into stiff, statue stillness.

"Here," she offered, twisting the jar's lid open. She held it out to Celestia, who took it in her own magic. From there Starlight directed her staff to Celestia's flanks, and after a game of tug-o-war, ripped it straight from her glorious, gelatinous glutes. Celestia's colors lost their vibrancy, and Starlight was kind enough to fix her mane and tail to match the others who bore the mark of Equality. As seconds passed, more color bled from her hair like paint off a canvas, until only a dull, gray shade of pink remained.

How fascinating. And of course, Starlight wouldn't leave all this power on the table. She'd take it unto herself later. After all, somepony needed to raise the sun.

Starlight smirked. "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Yes! Oh, Mistress, thank you so much. How can I ever repay you?"

"Here's an idea." Starlight leaned forward, compressing her breasts against Celestia's back. She used her free hand to pull on Celestia's left braid, tilting the mare's head back enough to chomp down on an ear. Through the joyful wail, Starlight let the floodgates open.

"Birth me an army.

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