Celestia had only recently lowered the sun, casting the land in darkness barely illuminated by her sister’s waxing moon. However, following an emotionally draining day of smiling for photo-ops and listening to the non-problems of ponies too big for their britches, Celestia collapsed to her bed with a heavy huff. However, sleep did not come easy. It hadn’t for many nights. Tossing and turning atop the disgustingly expensive silken sheets, the princess’s mind was accosted by anxiety-driven hypotheticals. Did her smile look too forced? Did anyone see her eyes roll when that one noble babbled for too long? …Okay, maybe it was a dozen nobles… in a row… who all bore the same obnoxiously nasally and narcissistic tone that probably deserved a punch in the face more than an empathetic ear.
However, Celestia couldn’t do that. Stars above, she wanted to! But she had an image to maintain. She was Equestria’s wise, noble, and gracious leader. Although, sometimes, she felt more like the mom to a bunch of spoiled brats, often wondering where she’d gone wrong. Things had only gotten worse in recent years. Celestia hoped that Luna’s return might relieve some of her burden. By the blackest pits of Tartarus, the beloved and benign Princess of the Sun nearly blew a fuse when she saw that Luna continued only having a pittance of the appointments she had to endure.
Luna’s dream walking had been the greatest boon of her return, especially for her sister. Celestia could finally indulge in her darkest fantasies within the safety of her younger sister’s masterfully crafted dreams. Kicking a smart-mouthed petitioner into a hoof ball field goal was an instant classic, leading to far more elaborate means of venting. Unfortunately, recently, even sleep eluded the princess. Every little itch and twitch, a slight folding in the sheets, or the tiniest variance in temperature. It might as well have been an alarm sounding yet another grand and terrible attack, followed by the grating noise of ponies whining that her non-existent omnipotence didn’t stop the problem literally no one else saw coming. And, of course, thinking about frustrating things in bed only compounded the frustration, pushing sleep even further out of reach.
The princess was in a paradoxical state where her eyelids were too heavy to lift, yet she was wide awake. Celestia was so lost in thought and irritation that she didn’t notice the floor’s creaking. She’d left the window open, appreciating the white noise and coolness of the evening breeze, which inadvertently eclipsed the intruder’s soft sounds.
Clad in black that obscured all features but the intruder’s tribe and feminine shape, the unicorn tiptoed across the princess’s ornately decorated room. Sneering resentfully at the decadence on display, she briefly considered degrading herself to simple burglary. Surely, stealing any one or two of these items would have her set for life. Then again, she recognized most of these pieces as historical artworks, probably on loan from a museum, meaning selling them would be next to impossible. Luckily, such thoughts were brief, as the intruder had her eyes on a far more delicious prize.
Finally reaching the princess’s bed, the intruder tapped her horn to confirm the ring’s placement before activating her spell. Rather than the bright shimmer that rang like a whistle, as was standard for unicorn magic, the intruder’s pink horn had only the faintest glow and made zero sound. Leaning forward, mindful not to disturb the mattress, the intruder pulled the black fabric from her lips and whispered directly into the princess’s ear.
“Relax, Celestia. You need only relax and listen to my voice,” the intruder gently instructed as her tongue tingled with magic.
Celestia, despite not consciously registering the words, felt her tension ease as she wiggled to get cozy.
Grinning, the intruder retrieved a piece of paper and began reciting the speech she’d spent all week perfecting. Her voice, ever a whisper, yet carrying the full weight of her magic, the intruder relayed her instructions to the diarch.
Suddenly, Celestia’s eyes shot open as she snapped up, launching the covers from her voluptuous body. Wide awake, she looked around, certain she’d sensed a presence, yet saw nothing. Frowning that she might have lost all progress in attaining sleep, Celestia reasoned that she at least felt well rested, so she must have gotten a few hours of zees. Then, just as she was about to visit the kitchen for a midnight snack, a sugary scent tickled her nostrils, and her eyes fell upon the slice of cake on her nightstand.
“My, how convenient,” Celestia observed with the fakest, most forced smile she’d worn all day. Ignoring her rumbling stomach, she added, “So convenient that I’d be gifted with cake the instant I wake up. Surely, a gluttonous cake lover like Celestia must have some automatic spell to summon sugary treats whenever she wakes up. Anyone who reads the gossip columns would assume as much,” she sneered, slowly turning her head and scanning her surroundings. Horn brimming with every detection spell ever recorded, Celestia didn’t notice how her magic gave off no sound or light. “I must commend you for making it this far. Breaking into a princess’s bedroom takes quite a lot of guts and skill. However, you might as well reveal yourself. I have your scent, and it’s only a matter of time before I find you.”
“Hehe, I seriously doubt that,” the intruder said, anxiously jittering as the alicorn looked directly at her without noticing.
“So, she speaks,” Celestia coldly stated, ears flicking, unable to pinpoint the source. “Hmm, I’ve yet to detect your magic, yet you reveal yourself. I assume you wish to talk, yes?”
“Sort of,” the intruder replied, removing her head cover to reveal a violet mane with teal highlights. Smirking as she stared her semi-oblivious victim dead in the eye, she added, “Would you believe I’m here more for your benefit than mine?”
Celestia snorted a laugh. “Honestly, you’re not the first to make that claim. Many aspiring magicians have sought to win my favor with impressive and unorthodox feats, especially my students. I can’t count the myriad of stupid stunts pulled by my most favorite and cherished student, Twilight Sparkle.” Celestia’s ears detected a derisive scoff. “Oh, you know Twilight?”
“We’ve… met,” the intruder allowed. “However, you misunderstand me. I’m not trying to get into your good graces with a show of power. The benefit isn’t my service to maintain your self-serving hegemony. Rather, I offer you the gift of enlightenment.”
“Oh, that’s new,” Celestia beamed in amusement, readying a wide-area concussive blast. It wouldn’t damage the art, but any unseen parties would be thrown off balance, at least long enough for her to detect them. At least, that would be the case if her spell charged as intended. “By all means, go on. The wait has me absolutely titillated.”
The intruder scoffed. “Such arrogance. I’m sorry for the pun, but you’ve been on your high horse for so long that you don’t know what it’s like for us plebians down below.”
“Oh, don’t call yourself something so derogatory,” Celestia assured with maternal gentleness. “You come across as more—What’s the term? Oh, right. Entitled middle class who’s lashing out at society rather than facing her own problems.” When the silence persisted, the princess added, “I’m right, aren’t I?” She only needed a few more seconds to activate the spell.
The intruder snorted in a huff. “Alright, bitch. You wanna play that way? Well, let’s play.” She pulled the ring from her horn, finally revealing herself. The pink mare with a cutie mark like glimmering magic emitting from starlight stared defiantly at the princess. Head lowered and braced for an attack, she thumped her chest and proclaimed, “Bring it!”
“Gladly!” Celestia cheered, ready to unleash her full wrath on this strangely familiar intruder. She’d discern her adversary’s identity later… after using her as a stress outlet for a few hours. Nothing quite put her to sleep like thrashing a foe, and this one looked like a screamer. Eyes mad with intent, Celestia flicked her head forward, unleashing the spell that would knock the overconfident and self-righteous unicorn on her shapely ass. Except… nothing happened? Looking up, Celestia crossed her eyes, looking rather goofy as she stared at her horn and its non-glow.
“Pssh, no matter,” the princess snorted contemptuously. “Honestly, I appreciate your foresight, especially its limitations. So many enemies focus so much on neutralizing my magic that they forget I have the powers of all three tribes!” Roaring, she readied to launch herself out of bed and deliver a tackle that would shatter bones. Except… nothing happened? Trying to pull her legs under herself, she found they barely budged. And when the princess tried flapping her wings with hurricane strength, even they didn’t move. Finally, she turned a hateful glare on her enemy, her unflappable mask concealing her growing concern that she might actually be in danger. “What did you do?”
The intruder shrugged, feigning innocence. “Nothing major. I know this room is absolutely lousy with wards to prevent anything that might harm the almighty princess. So, I simply used spells that don’t cause harm. Aren’t loopholes fun?” she asked with a sadistic, toothy grin.
“Very,” Celestia agreed, grinning and clenching her jaw. “By the way, it seems that, in our haste, we’ve forgotten our manners.” She cleared her throat. “Hello, my name is Celestia, Princess of Equestria, and the millennia-old alicorn who plans to make you beg for a death that won’t come.”
“Greetings, oh fat-assed one,” the intruder replied, bowing gracefully. “You may call me Starlight Glimmer. Your student, Twilight, ruined my life. So, I’m going to ruin hers by destroying everything she holds dear, especially her friends. However, since I can’t beat you in a fair fight, I figured I’d try something a little… dirtier.”
“Ugh, you’re one of those,” Celestia groaned, rolling her eyes. “You know, the brothels have plenty of look-alikes if all you want is to lay the princess. Seriously, there’s this one pegasus on the corner of Sweet and Sour. He’s actually a very feminine stallion, but he’s a dead ringer for me in shape.” She giggled. “I’ve had him a few times, and let me tell you, he’s got this—”
“Shut up!” Starlight ordered, watching in delight as the alicorn’s lips sealed shut, much to the larger mare’s confusion. “You’re just trying to stall, hoping the silent alarms will summon the guards to save you, but no one is coming. You and I will be all alone for as long as I see fit. For once, time is not on your side, old hag.”
Celestia struggled and muffled many curses, yet her lips remained sealed, and her body was just as unresponsive. She was sure Starlight’s horn didn’t light. So, what kind of spell could this be? The princess tried focusing on Starlight’s mouth, only for a painful migraine to make her turn away. Was this word magic? That had gone extinct centuries ago. Celestia had ensured it. As for Starlight, the princess recalled Twilight’s report on the town beyond the furthest outpost. Starlight was a mad cultist obsessed with equality. No doubt, this wannabe dictator planned on reducing the alicorn to the lowest common denominator to make some kind of point about talent and hierarchy being bad or some such garbage.
Regardless, even without her powers, Celestia still had her mind and will. She just needed to wait for the right opportunity to turn the tables, knock this mare on her pink posterior, and bite her teats. Yes, nothing quite made a mare scream like having her teats bitten. Whether chewing on the meaty mounds or rolling the nipple in her teeth, there were so many possibilities to torment a mare with a mix of pain and pleasure. It wouldn’t be long before this arrogant fool was reduced to a screaming, drooling mess that begged her ‘benevolent’ princess to… to… Celestia blinked, wondering why her thoughts had turned so oddly sexual.
“Oh, you like my teats, do you?” Starlight cheekily questioned, running her hands over the ample bosoms contained in her flatteringly form-fitting outfit. “Honestly, that’s quite the ego boost. For a mare as old as Celestia, who has surely spent centuries sampling every conceivable worldly delight, to find my body appealing. Well, let’s just say that I’ll be carrying those words for a while. Thank you.”
Celestia frowned, yet the question was evident in her eyes.
“You’ve been staring this whole time,” Starlight answered, striking alluring poses as if for a photo-op. “Then again, I’d be lying if I denied doing the same. I mean, what would the gossip mags say if they knew a demi-goddess enjoyed sleeping in the buff?” She licked her lips. “And I must say, those cute little pink nipples look rather tantalizing, like cherries atop grand hills of vanilla ice cream. It’s enough to make a mare want to take a bite and see what juices come out. By the way, you may speak again, but only honestly. I don’t care for stalling or empty flattery.”
Celestia winced from a brief yet painful headache. “Honestly, hmm? Well, honestly, it feels like my extremities are bound in an invisible rope, yet I’ve yet to detect any such spells. Assuming these are physical bindings, it makes a princess question how some nobody from nowhere got their hands on materials capable of restraining an alicorn. That’s not something one can accomplish by themselves.”
“Trying to make me reveal my hypothetical collaborators, hmm? Well, you’re right. I had help. In fact, you might even call this an… inside job.” Starlight snapped her fingers. Rather than flashing with light, her body seemingly blinked into a new outfit. The form-fitting bodysuit had been replaced by dominatrix attire, complete with menacing black leather and spikes that tactically left her naughty zones exposed. Touching the black mask covering the upper half of her face, she asked, “Do you think the mask is a little much? I know you already know my face, but I like the aesthetic it presents. It makes me look rather villainous.”
“Indeed,” Celestia agreed, nodding. “Of course, you have to consider how all the pieces add up to a singular whole. For example, having your ass hang out like that, without even a thong for the pretense of modesty? Some might call that projecting confidence. However, if you ask me, it screams desperation, like you’re hoping someone will come up from behind and violate your plot.” Celestia then mentally added, ‘At least, that’s what I want when I wear such things.’ “Very unladylike.”
Starlight snorted a laugh. “Goodness, how quickly the divine and illustrious princess’s nipples harden,” she proclaimed, suddenly closing the distance. “In fact, let me check something.”
Celestia bit her tongue when the pink unicorn reached for her sheets, not wanting to show weakness by screaming as the covers fell away, leaving everything bare.
“Haha! Wow, you are so fucking wet!” Starlight mirthfully cheered upon beholding the gleaming stain between the alicorn’s lusciously thicc thighs. “Hmm, but that’s not all. Your pussy. Your quote-unquote maiden flower. Such a lovely shade of pink. It feels like I’m a bee, and your glorious pink petals are crying for me to pollinate them.” Her gaze snapped up to lock eyes with the glaring princess. Snickering mischievously, Starlight leaned over to set her hands on the alicorn’s alabaster thighs, kneading the taut muscle beneath her fingers. “Whoa, so much stress. Honestly, Princess, when’s the last time you got laid?”
“Three months,” Celestia blurted in dread, the words escaping before she could hold them back.
Starlight snickered again as her fingers inched teasingly close to the royal flower, making the larger mare squirm. “You don’t have to fight it,” the wannabe dictator cooed. “Despite my command, your body is more honest than your mouth. Your twitching wings and flagging tail, how you’re fighting with your own legs whether or not to keep them open, and especially your breathing. It’s obvious that you’re enjoying this.”
“Spoken like someone who passed their first semester of psychology with adequate colors,” Celestia groaned, fighting the truth while squirming in her invisible bonds. Her body seemed to grow hotter by the second as her royal pussy ached with defiant desire. She’d never admit it, but Starlight’s fingers touched her with such expert skill on par with the finest brothels.
Another amused snort from the impotent mare snapped Celestia out of her blissful haze, enabling her to focus. Starlight kept exhibiting odd reactions. However, each time the princess tried zeroing in on the source, another headache would throw her off. Luckily, being a smart mare, Celestia finally discerned a pattern. An unknown spell was punishing her for staring too intently at Starlight’s mouth. While possibly word magic, the princess had a hunch something more was at work. After yet another tug to test her invisible bonds, she settled for playing along, making her adversary think she’d won to lower the bitch’s guard. The plan was a classic. However, Starlight’s latest giggle shook Celestia’s confidence. Did the pink bitch know? Sure, she might suspect the admittedly unoriginal plan, but she couldn’t possibly know… could she?
“S-something still eludes me,” Celestia said, straining to keep her tone even as the teasing continued.
“You mean besides your coveted orgasm?” Starlight mocked, her fingers now millimeters from the alicorn’s sensitive vaginal lips. She decided to up the ante with a heavy exhale upon the glistening folds. The alicorn barely restrained from arching her back and screaming like a truly depraved slut, granting the unicorn a mini orgasm that sent warm liquid trailing down her thighs. However, like Celestia, Starlight fought to maintain a projection of power and control, not wanting her victim to think less of her.
“Y-you said something about enlightening me. I expected some sort of lecture to accompany your—Ngh!—molestation,” Celestia gasped following another breath attack.
Starlight thoughtfully hummed before nodding. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” She then launched herself in the air, looping a leg over to land firmly on the princess’s taut tummy with a thud. Celestia grunted, winded from the unexpected force, as her pink captor now sat on her abdomen, thighs apart and slit gaping. “Tonight’s lesson is all about power and powerlessness. You, my dear princess, are currently experiencing the latter.”
“My, how enlightening,” Celestia dryly remarked, hoping her cheeks didn’t look as warm as they felt, paradoxically wishing her captor would and would not start molesting her tits.
Beaming, Starlight slowly leaned forward, locking eyes with the defiant princess in an intense staring contest, only to cheat by grabbing the big and bountiful boobies in each hand. Digging her fingers into the pillow-sized mounds, the unicorn chortled sadistically as her victim writhed in pleasured agony. “I still can’t get over how big these things are. It’s one thing to see your picture in a magazine, but to actually hold them?” She marveled, testing the teats’ weight by raising and letting them drop, making them jiggle. “They say earth pony mares spend most of their magical strength holding up their fat tits. But for you to carry these puppies for a thousand years without back problems? Well, it makes me wonder why you use magic at all when you could probably shatter metal with your fists.”
“Is that how you knew to neutralize my strength?” Celestia groaned, biting her bottom lip under the smaller mare’s aggressive groping. “You built your strategy around staring at my chest and believing vulgar slogans? If so, that’d be terribly embarrassing for both of us.”
Starlight tutted and shook her head. “Not at all. It was more likely an inside source, someone with intimate knowledge of alicorn physiology. That should narrow the list down.”
“You treasonous—Gah!” Celestia’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as Starlight delivered a terribly torturous titty twister. The alicorn’s back arched with enough force to nearly throw the unicorn off. Gritting her teeth as orgasmic bliss shot through her system, Celestia remained clear-headed enough to gleam more information. Her involuntary actions enabled movement, giving her a clearer picture of her bindings. It felt like ropes held her extremities to the bed, or at least some equivalent. However, staring at her arms, Celestia was sure they hadn’t been pulled over her head when she woke up, meaning something had happened while she was conscious without her noticing, implying she couldn’t trust her senses. This situation was getting worse by the second.
“Still scheming?” Starlight teased, purring seductively and wrapping Celestia’s enormous bosom in both arms, savoring their softness. “Trying desperately to exert control despite all evidence that doing so is futile? This must be a new experience for you, huh, Princess?”
“Not really,” Celestia cheekily argued. “You had a dinky little town with less than a hundred brainwashed followers. I have an entire nation of willful ponies to keep in line. Oh, sure, I can issue decrees here and there. However, at the end of the day, everyone does whatever they want, but because I’m in charge, guess who takes the blame for everyone’s bad decisions, especially those that weren’t mine. Now, that is true helplessness. Best of all, I’m still compelled to be honest, so you can’t even argue,” Celestia laughed defiantly.
Incensed, Starlight muttered something before pulling both hands back, swinging them inward in a mighty clap, slamming Celestia’s tits between them. The princess yelped in pain, yet her mocking laughter persisted. “Correction, you’re saying what you believe to be true, but my spell doesn’t do much for self-imposed delusions. As you said, ponies are willful creatures, but we’re also good at rationalizing things as normal, no matter the pain they cause. For instance, don’t you think it’s rather odd how our species is basically enslaved to these marks on our butts? A silly tattoo will magically appear one day, and BOOM! All possibilities? Your hopes and dreams? They suddenly mean nothing, and you’re compelled toward something you might never have thought about. However, because society says it’s normal, you rationalize that this enslavement is somehow good and that you’re happy with it. Such an interesting delusion, wouldn’t you say?” Starlight asked, painfully digging her fingers into the boob flesh, sneering at the alicorn.
Sensing weakness, Celestia parted her lips to press the verbal attack, only for another headache to strike. By the time it passed, something had been shoved in her mouth. Based on the familiar tug of restraints against her cheeks and the rubbery texture against her tongue, Celestia recognized the object as a ball gag. She growled in defiance at her captor for compounding these indignities.
“A problem with smart ponies is they’re often too smart for their own good,” Starlight explained, relaxing her grip on the giant boobs, sliding her pelvis forward until the gazongas pressed their ample softness between her thighs and against her abdomen. “You’re very good at rationalizing and prone to doubling down on things, your pride not letting you accept that you might have made a mistake. Therefore, given that you are so obviously a smart mare, a common debate is pointless. Perhaps you’ll learn your lesson with a little demonstration!” Starlight exclaimed, the corners of her mouth pulled apart by a menacing grin as her horn lit.
Celestia’s heart sank when she felt it. Still unable to detect any magic, she felt an object start slipping between her breasts. The heat, texture, and position left no doubt that it was a cock, and a frightfully large one at that. It was positively alicorn-sized by the time the head poked from the top of her cleavage. The head was exotically round and vaguely mushroom-shaped. A beam of light caught a bead of pre oozing from the slit, making the shadowy organ resemble a predatory eye, watching and preparing to pounce. Unable to look away, Celestia’s pulse quickened the longer she stared. Now, on top of everything else, she hated the gag for its disgusting flavor, blocking her from sampling the delicious-looking stallionhood. Oh, it looked like such a mouthful, no doubt able to make her gag in ways most stallions failed to accomplish, to say nothing of how it might stretch her now painfully needy lower holes.
“First, you admire my teats. Now, you lust after my penis? For shame, Princess,” Starlight mocked, putting more magic into her cock. It grew until it bumped the alicorn’s nose, having a visible impact on the mare’s senses as her squirming intensified. Biting her bottom lip, the unicorn had to be careful. Celestia’s tits felt amazing around her penis as each royal breath caused the divinely soft masses to brush her sensitive schlong with near-perfect friction. It irked her that, even when utterly helpless to act, Celestia’s body had such unorthodox natural defenses. Regardless, the former cult leader had a mission, and she would not be swayed by alicorn boobies, no matter how perfect.
“However, I can smell how aroused you are, and you’re leaving such an unbecoming stain on the sheets. So, I think it best that we hurry things along,” Starlight explained, carefully extracting her cock from the cleavage without triggering a premature climax. She then crawled backward, dragging her pussy and penis along the alicorn’s taut tummy, marking the larger mare with her scent while grinning. Finally, the unicorn slid between the royal thighs, each almost as large as her hips. The princess was positively amazonian in proportion, meaning that, even in her bound and depraved state, she was still intimidating. Starlight knew that one wrong move could lead to instant failure, turning the tables and ruining all her plans. However, proving her point about smart mares being unwilling to back down, she shrank her cock to a more manageable size, retaining its alicorn girth, before lining up the tip with the alicorn’s dripping entrance.
“You’re still compelled to speak honestly. So, since I’m not a monster, I’m going to give you a chance to back out of this. Just beg for me to stop, and I won’t do what we obviously both want,” Starlight purred, pushing forward by a millimeter to make the alabaster mare writhe. “Admit that you’re wrong, that the system needs to be overturned, and I’ll let you keep what’s left of your dignity.”
Celestia couldn’t take it anymore. Her body screamed with lust! Even when her eyes closed, images of Starlight dominated her thoughts. The unicorn might not compare to her royal and absolute bombshell figure, but she still had such mouth-watering proportions. Even excluding the artificial cock, Celestia desperately wanted to return everything that had been done to her, abusing the smaller mare’s luscious bits with her fingers, teeth, and everything else her increasingly depraved imagination could devise. Her thoughts were so drowned in lust that when the ball gag lifted, she spoke without thinking. “Fuck me, you fucking whore!” Then, with an elastic snap, the gag returned, reducing the usually eloquent princess to a muffling, moaning mess.
“As you command, Your Highness,” Starlight mocked. Ensuring she retained eye contact with the princess, she reared her hips back, drawing out the tension for several agonizing seconds before finally slamming forward with a wet, meaty smack. Despite her cock’s enormity, she still hilted in one go, momentarily throwing her off. “Whoa! Holy fuck!” Starlight gasped, looking down to confirm the pink lower lips pressing against her base. “Either I underestimated how wet you were, or you’re more of a slut than even the smear merchants claim.”
Celestia cried into the gag while twisting in her binds. She wanted to act, to grab the vile unicorn, force her to stop wasting time and start satisfying the royal libido. The sudden penetration and stretching hurt so good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. MORE! Damn this unicorn and her insistence on drawing things out. What little remained of Celestia’s higher brain functions now knew for certain that Starlight had received assistance, possibly from the brothels. How else would the bitch know the princess’s most common requests?
“See? I knew you’d tell the truth eventually,” Starlight teased. Slowly rearing back, she slammed forward for another mighty and meaty thrust. “Gah, princess pussy is amazing! You’re gripping me in all the best ways!” she moaned, rolling her hips for increased friction. With a laugh, she added, “Your horn isn’t even lit, so this is just muscle control. Stars above! If this princess thing doesn’t work out, I think I’ll make an opening for you in my royal harem.”
Drool dribbled down Celestia’s chin and cheeks as the smaller mare rocked her bed. Each impact was like a small explosion in the alicorn’s mind, making it impossible to focus on anything but pleasure. Her only defiance concentrated on her restraints, which frustratingly stopped her from taking the lead to enhance the experience. Then again, the frustration felt oddly good, like spanking and other forms of rough sex. The pleasure mixed with the pain to form much stronger sensations. This whole ordeal was utterly humiliating; to be captured and violated so easily by such a low-level villain was beyond mortifying. Celestia could almost hear Luna’s mocking laughter should she find out, not to mention Twilight’s utter disappointment.
No doubt, after everything was done and settled, mind wipes would be needed.
Even in the thralls of sexual passion, tits bouncing as her hips jackhammered into her semi-willing lover, Starlight threw her head back in a surprised guffaw. “You still think this’ll end in your favor? Ha! And ponies say I’m arrogant.”
However, before Celestia could process her captor’s words and their implications, Starlight hilted with the strongest thrust yet. Even with her lightning reflexes seemingly slowing everything to a crawl, she still felt taken by surprise when the unicorn orgasmed. It felt like a firefighter’s hose had been shoved up her cooch, blasting her insides with absurd quantities of cum at tremendous pressure. Yanking against her restraints, Celestia arched her back as what felt like gallons of cum shot directly into her womb. The alicorn’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her brain went white-hot with bliss. She barely noticed her battered insides overflowing as wet goo drizzled from her abused slit.
Watching the alicorn’s mighty teats heave with labored breaths, Starlight wiped the back of her hand to her brow with a dramatic flourish. “Whew! What a rush. Did you enjoy yourself, Princess?” She waited a few seconds as Celestia merely moaned, staring at the ceiling. “Well, I, for one, found that to be an adequate warm-up.”
Snapping out of her stupor, Celestia went wide-eyed and stared intently at her captor. The mare’s pink fur was matted with sweat, and her unsightly appearance and pungent odor added to the alicorn’s arousal. Truthfully, while that was an objectively amazing orgasm, Celestia was far from satisfied. In fact, she was secretly relieved the lovely bitch had more to offer.
“Magic penis, oh wise one,” Starlight mockingly reminded, extracting her slick schlong. Still at full hardness, it glistened in the dim light. “This thing won’t go down until I stop feeding it magic. And—spoiler alert—that won’t be for a while. Let me demonstrate.” She snapped her fingers.
Another headache struck Celestia, more disorienting than painful. When it passed, the beloved and trusted ruler of millions had been flipped like a pancake. Now, with her head against the pillow, her ass rose high in the air, blocking the view of her captor. Her wings were folded against her back, fidgeting in their invisible binds, while similar restraints held her ankles, knees, and wrists. ‘Oh no…’ Celestia thought in dread, knowing exactly what the sexy unicorn intended.
“It’s funny how many things seem obvious in hindsight,” Starlight remarked, poking her head around the enviously enormous ass to see Celestia’s anxious expression. “How many ponies would suspect that the great Celestia, with so much power and responsibility, would secretly crave to be dominated? That she would long for someone to save her from her burdensome obligations, giving her a chance to be under someone else’s boot for a change?” Beaming, Starlight stood tall and set a stiletto horseshoe between the alicorn’s spread cheeks. She ground the sole against the alabaster ass hole while her high heel stabbed the larger mare’s taint. The princess desperately cried into her gag, but Starlight merely increased the pressure, seemingly knowing the exact amount of force to maximize her lovely victim’s pleasure.
“Whoa, you really like it rough, huh?” Starlight observed in fascination, still grinding her exotically designed horseshoe into the alicorn’s tender pucker. “Although, I think I’m more impressed with how big your plot is. Seriously, what mare wouldn’t kill for a booty this big? It’s enough to make one wonder what its owner might do with it behind closed doors.” She snickered nefariously before pinching her nipple to snap herself lucid.
In all honesty, Celestia’s ass was a work of art. Starlight, as any self-respecting cult leader, had her fill of the ponies in her thrall, subjecting their malleable wills and willing bodies to her every whim. However, she’d gladly trade them all for one follower with even half of Celestia’s appeal. Each cheek was like a mountain of sculpted, sweet-smelling cake, and the pucker was like the cherry on top. Mouth watering, Starlight struggled against her own building lust, fighting the desire to drop to her knees and bury her face between those grand globes until she suffocated. Luckily, her nipples were sensitive, and a sufficiently painful pinch was enough to remind the unicorn of her mission. There’d be time to play later.
With that in mind, Starlight removed her stiletto and gave a calling whistle. “So, Princess, I think it’s time we met my co-conspirator, the one who betrayed you and shared your secrets.” Giddy with barely restrained glee, Starlight leaned against Celestia’s cutie mark, wrapping her arms around the ass cheek that—she just realized—had more mass than her entire body. ‘Faust, forgive me, I want this mare to sit on me!’ she internally screamed, retaining her mask of dominance as the soft flesh radiated heavenly warmth. Finally, the unicorn was saved from herself by the gentle clopping of approaching hoof steps.
“Ah, and here she is now!” Starlight gestured to the newcomer in a dramatic flourish, barely able to stop from snickering as the new pony entered from the balcony. “Oh, silly me. You can’t see, can you? Hehe, how about that. The sun is betrayed by her eclipsing moons. Quite poetic, to be sure.”
Celestia growled around her gag. Wings twitching in their unseen restraints, she ran through every spell she could think of, even those too small and obscure for horn rings to block, yet nothing worked. Each failure was like a punch to the gut, bringing Celestia’s ego ever lower, all while the newcomer’s hoof steps neared. The anticipation was terrible. She both wanted and didn’t want to know the face of her betrayer, fearing such a revelation would devastate her beyond recovery. Alas, she remained helpless to do anything but wait and see. Finally, the steps stopped, and Celestia knew that if she turned her head, she’d see the perpetrator. Understandably, she hesitated.
“Hello, sister.”
Celestia’s head snapped around with an audible crack, eyes wide with shock. Luna always looked her best in the dark. Something about the dim starlight gave her dark fur a captivating radiance that accentuated her best features. Her naked body was a masterpiece of graceful beauty as Celestia’s eyes roamed over the other alicorn’s curvaceous figure. Her boobs, while smaller than her older sisters, were no less perfect in how they cried out to be bitten, abused, and worshipped. The same went for her taut tummy, those shapely hips, her subtle yet sublime slit, her ample thighs perfectly designed to crush skulls, those infuriatingly kissable lips, her anxiously twitching wings, and her eyes, normally glittering with starlight, were wide with sheer terror and… wait…
Celestia blinked with sobering clarity as she took a closer look at her sister’s lips, silently mouthing, ‘I’m sorry.’ The older princess’s brief dive into depression quickly morphed into rage beyond measure. She turned her wrathful gaze onto Starlight, attempting to set the unicorn on fire through sheer will for this deception. Luna was no co-conspirator, but another victim! Oh, this bitch would face far worse than a mere execution. Celestia would keep her breathing beyond her natural lifespan, breaking her beyond mortal comprehension, but leaving just enough consciousness to be aware of her destroyed state. Now, that would be a lesson in helplessness.
“Oooh, scary,” Starlight teased, pretending she hadn’t gotten goosebumps just then. “Fortunately for me, this isn’t my torture session, and we’ve still got time before my next appointment,” she nonchalantly added, staring at the non-existent watch on her wrist while her other hand stroked her slick cock. “Luna didn’t take long to break, but I confess to getting a little carried away with her before coming to you. You probably can’t see it, but her normally blue ass is now shades of pink. So, I figured I’d merge your appointments into something truly grand. I’ll go down in history as the mare who conducted the first alicorn on alicorn rape! Mwahahaha!” she villainously cackled as lightning struck, adding to the ambiance.
Despite everything, Celestia rolled her eyes, thinking, ‘You wish.’
Starlight’s face scrunched as though she’d detected an offensive smell. “No matter. I still think this will be a novel experience for all involved. But first, Luna, assume the position.” She finished with a soft yet authoritative clap.
Celestia watched her sister climb onto the bed, disappearing behind her enormous alabaster rear, eyes wide with knowing dread. The bed jostled from the new weight as the older princess renewed her struggle to break free. Alas, whatever these invisible restraints were, they resisted her efforts with no discernable wear or weakness. Then, she felt Luna’s hands upon her ass, the soft palms and manicured fingers sinking serenely into the plush rear. Normally, this would mark the start of something wonderful. Instead, Celestia’s pulse pounded in sheer terror, her imagination running wild with one mortifying scenario after another. Then, she felt Luna’s hot breath between her cheeks, tickling her taint, twat, and tail hole with tantalizing tingles.
“Faust, this is good!” Starlight moaned, calling attention to herself as she sat off to the side, pumping her penis while plunging her pussy. The actions were audible with wet, meaty slaps and squelches as the unicorn stared in perverted delight at the unfolding scene. “It’s funny. For all the effort I put into planning this, I forgot to bring a recording crystal. Hehe, silly me,” she goofily giggled, momentarily resembling Pinkie.
Celestia’s wrath returned. However, before she could even growl, a tongue against her taint left her sputtering around the gag. When it came to the sexual arts, Luna’s oral appendage was rivaled only by Cadence. Luckily, the dark alicorn had the advantage of practice and familiarity, particularly with this plot. She’d been eating Celestia’s backside since the pair had hit puberty, priding herself on always making her sister cum first. She knew precisely where to touch and how to make the older alicorn a whimpering, screaming mess, and it showed with the growing drool stain on the pillow. Celestia wanted her sister to continue, but not while the bitch watched.
“Okay, I think that’s enough lubrication. Now, Luna, my little slave, fuck your sister like she’s never been fucked before!” Starlight cheered, masturbating more furiously by the second.
With no other options forthcoming, Celestia took the only control available. If she just relaxed, kept calm, and endured this forced incestuous sex, then, no matter how brutal things got, she could at least deny her foe the satisfaction of a total victory. However, something continued squirming at the back of her mind. The bed hadn’t jostled, meaning Luna hadn’t backed up. Why? Wasn’t Starlight’s intent to force the younger alicorn to butt rape her sister with a futa cock? Luna hadn’t even moved her hands yet. What other actions were available from that position? What sick, depraved schemes could a unicorn as heinous as Starlight possibly—Uh oh!
“Haha, I see you’ve finally guessed it,” Starlight taunted, nodding for Luna to continue. “You sisters have eaten each other out more times than you can count, committed every conceivable depravity with all available body parts, even creating a few on occasion. However, there is one taboo you’ve neglected, something unicorns hold truly sacred, and I know the same goes for alicorns. I know because Luna told me,” Starlight exposited, heart thudding as she watched the darker mare lower her chin to her collarbone and align her long, elegant horn with the alabaster mare’s dirtiest hole. Licking her lips, she added, “Unicorns love playing with their horns, especially with each other, yet there’s one game our naturally snooty tribe will not indulge as the lowest form of filth. Now, Celestia, Princess of Equestria, you’re about to inflict the ultimate disrespect on your helpless, unwilling sister, and I’m gonna get off on it,” she finished through an ear-to-ear grin.
Celestia lapsed. Despite her plan, Starlight somehow knew just how to press her buttons. Overcome with fury, the Princess of the Sun readied a weaponized scream that would be lethal in close proximity, even through the gag. Alas, she was too slow as a searing, stabbing pain shot into her sphincter, killing the cry in the alicorn’s throat. Luna’s horn wasn’t the biggest thing Celestia ever took back there, whether in length or girth, but the size wasn’t the issue. Unicorn horns naturally radiated magic that resembled tingles when touched by a hand, tongue, and other benign things. Horns touching each other frequently left unicorns jittery in all the best ways. However, alicorns weren’t unicorns. Thanks to the combined innate magic from all three tribes, any part of an alicorn’s body was roughly as sensitive as a unicorn’s horn or a pegasus’ wings. So, in the princess’s overstimulated state, even the slightest friction of Luna’s horn grooves against Celestia’s rectal walls was like transfiguring a vibrator into a literal jackhammer mid-fuck.
Of course, Starlight didn’t stop at that. Wanting this to be a truly memorable experience, she directed Luna to furiously start striking the great white cheeks with enough force to break bricks. The pink unicorn watched tears flow from both princesses’ eyes, a mix of pain and pleasure etched on their faces. They loved every second of this, but hated how easily they’d surrendered to such depravity. Shockwaves shot through Luna’s ethereal mane each time she slammed her forehead into her sister’s hole, feeling the older alicorn’s magic surging through her system while tainted by filth. Likewise, Celestia’s tail bristled like an agitated cat each time the horn fucked her anus, now bucking her hips back to match the thrusts. The sisters were in perfect synch on more than just a physical level. Their mingling magic had intertwined their nervous systems. While still two beings, they felt each other’s sensations. Luna felt the horn penetrating her own pucker as real as Celestia experienced the sexual, heart-pounding shame of her sister’s ass around her horn.
Starlight lost track of her orgasms as she watched, enraptured by the show. The alicorns made such beautifully lewd sounds as they fucked. However, as a learned unicorn, Starlight had a particular fondness for reading, and the thought bubbles hovering over each mare’s head were fountains of deliciously depraved thoughts and images. The sisters apologized to each other, cursed their assailant, and screamed in incoherent bliss as the nightmare seemed never-ending. Having this be one of her first spells for the night had been such a good idea, for which she made a mental note to thank Twilight later. Feeling greedy, Starlight even conjured a few floating mirrors so she could watch Luna’s dripping cut, have a better few of Celestia’s drooling face, and especially watch their tits wobble with each impact.
At long last, reading the rippling tension in her victims’ bodies, Starlight saw they were on the brink. Unable to passively sit back any longer, the unicorn’s ego demanded that she join this momentous, historic event. Suddenly accosted by the blight of too many options, as the alicorns had such vast bodies simply ripe with parts for playing, it took Starlight a second to narrow it down to her two favorites: Celestia’s front and Luna’s rear. Ultimately, she decided that, as the exceptionally powerful unicorn who’d laid the princesses low, she was entitled to both and ordered victims to pause their thrusting. So, with a snap of her fingers and a flash from her horn, Starlight severed her penis from her body, levitating the living phallus to Luna while the rest of her inelegantly crawled in front of Celestia. Legs spread and pelvis close enough to feel the alabaster mare’s hot breath against her pussy, the unicorn exchanged wicked glares with the alicorn.
“Do a good job,” Starlight ordered, her voice heavy with magic as she removed the gag.
Celestia’s jaw ached as she whimpered, tears staining her cheeks as she stared resentfully at the mare who’d so utterly dominated her. Working the kinks from her jaw, the Princess of the Sun did not hesitate to lean forward, mouth agape and tongue out as she kissed her rapist’s pussy. Starlight’s nectar wasn’t the best Celestia tasted, but it had a subtle sweetness and a refreshing sensation when swallowed. Thirsty from her ordeal, the alicorn’s tongue plunged deep into the unicorn’s gash, showing off her taster’s dexterity by twisting and flexing in every way she knew drove mares mad.
Likewise, Luna received Starlight’s cock. Hovering just out of view, she felt the tip probe her royal anus, which opened with practiced ease to welcome the guest. The phallus delved deeply until it was enveloped to the base. Luna felt her captor’s pulse through the girth as it stretched her anal passage, bringing fresh tears to her eyes. Faust, she loved taking it up the plot! Worse, Starlight’s juices now tantalized her tongue, confirming her sister’s further degradation. It was horrible, yet it made her so terribly wet. She wished the damnable mare would show mercy with more cocks for her pussy, mouth, wings, and everywhere else so she could at least pretend this was a gangbang at a brothel rather than a lowly villain’s petty victory.
“Now, finish!” Starlight commanded.
The alicorns resumed with renewed vigor. Luna charged forward as Celestia slammed her hips back, yet the exquisite agony of the horn in the ass did not overshadow the new sensations. Still linked, the pair tasted Starlight’s oozing juices while her cock stretched their already penetrated ponuts. The phalluses quickly fell into a rhythm, alternating as they thrust and retreated so something was always inside. Barely able to think, the alicorns screamed with everything their tired lungs could manage, desperately pleading for this nightmare to end. Finally, their wish came to a climax.
None present could discern where the orgasm started, but it quickly built speed. Beginning as a mere ripple, the sensation dominoed into an unstoppable tidal wave of sensation that swept through all three mares, washing away all thoughts and distractions with the sheer force of its mind-blowing bliss. Starlight ejaculated into Luna, filling her hole with gallons of thick, oozing jizz. Meanwhile, Celestia unleashed her happy fountain over Luna, spraying her sister’s face in sticky goo that intoxicated the dark mare’s nostrils with its succulent aroma. Likewise, Celestia’s mouth opened wide to receive Starlight’s gushing orgasm. The unicorn was less of a squirter than the alicorn, but that merely meant the latter had to be more active in acquiring every last drop of sweet nectar from the bitch’s filly flower. Likewise, Starlight grabbed the princess’s head and horn, pressing the large snoot against her twat to ride out her orgasm while taunting the royal horn with a tad more stimulation.
The simultaneous triple orgasm lasted for what felt like hours, enhanced as it bounced between each mare. All three screamed, yet the vibrations from Celestia rumbled through Starlight, breathing further life into the climactic experience. Finally, after several long, agonizing seconds, the trio collapsed. Celestia fell to the side, taking Luna with her. Starlight lurched forward, narrowly missing the alabaster horn as it angled away, while her artificial stallionhood lingered in Luna.
Then, as the three slowly came to, the alicorns blinked with newfound clarity. Earth pony stamina enabled them to sit up first, carefully extracting one sister’s horn from the other’s anus. Naked with sweat-matted fur and faces that reeked with sex juices, the sisters stared at one another in disbelief before their gazes slowly fell upon Starlight, immobile in a post-orgasmic haze.
Finally, free of the unicorn’s control, it all came back to the princesses. Starlight had hypnotized them. There were never any unbreakable chains, only the bonds in their minds. Catching them in moments of weakness, Starlight had implemented numerous commands to be triggered under various circumstances, such as preventing the princesses from fully grasping the spell, thereby preventing any countermeasures. The princesses were cunning, after all, and rivaling them took a mare with not only equal cunning, but familiarity available only to those in the princesses’ inner circle.
So, with minds free of fog as their bodies continued tingling from their shared ordeal, the princesses reacted in the only sensible fashion. Bursting into uproarious guffaws, Luna rolled onto the floor, banging her fist with enough force to crack the concrete beneath the carpet. Celestia’s wings flapped hard enough to nearly impact the ceiling, yet she fell back to the bed, turning to avoid hitting Starlight with her wild kicks. Eventually, the pair calmed enough to sit back up, their faces aching from smiling so hard. Locking eyes renewed their giggles as they shook their heads, happy tears pooling in their eyes.
“So, it was good?” Starlight tepidly asked, still struggling to sit up.
“Verily!” Luna proclaimed, almost slipping into the Royal Canterlot Voice with her enthusiasm. “I must admit, Sister. I was hesitant when you proposed letting this newcomer substitute for Twilight while she’s away on her ‘friendship missions,’” she said with air quotes.
“Except it wasn’t my idea,” Celestia corrected. Moving to sit beside Starlight, she pulled the smaller mare’s head into her lap. “I proposed simply doing without for a few weeks while Twilight was out, or even summoning Cadence for a ‘diplomatic summit,’ so to speak,” she giggled. “But you know how she gets.”
“I know I’ve said it before, but this mare’s OCD manifests in the weirdest ways,” Starlight tiredly chuckled, feeling her eyelids grow heavy atop the thigh pillow. “I’m not sure what I expected agreeing to be Twilight’s apprentice, but being a royal sex aide was definitely not on my bingo card.” She hummed thoughtfully, exerting great effort to open her eyes and behold both alicorns smiling sweetly. “I don’t think Twilight’s ever told you this, but you two are way too high maintenance.”
The princesses shared a giggle.
Luna climbed over the bed to Starlight’s other side, sandwiching her between the alicorn bodices. “Coincidentally, Twilight is the only consort to never make that observation. At least, she’s the only one to not speak it aloud.”
“You should have heard the things her parents said,” Celestia added. “Twilight Velvet swore like a sailor, even teaching Luna a few juicy ones when they met,” she explained as her sister blushed and nodded. “And Night Light—NGH!” she squeaked, shivering. “That stallion also had a mouth, but in other ways. In fact, you should meet them before you return to Ponyville. I’m sure you’d have much to talk about.”
“Wait, Twilight’s parents?” Starlight questioned, befuddled. “So…”
“Velvet threw her shoulder out the last time she tried whipping me, and I believe Night Light recently had dental work,” Luna answered, earning an understanding “Ah” from the unicorn.
Then, Starlight had another thought. “So, let me see if I have this straight. Alicorns have royal consorts to manage stress relief through sex, right?”
“Indeed,” Celestia confirmed.
“Cadence has her husband, and you both had Twilight. Whoa, it’s weird being on a first-name basis with royalty,” Starlight observed, giggling nervously. “But Twilight becoming a princess means she’s less available for her consort duties, so she sent me as a substitute.
“Correct again,” Luna added.
“So, where does that leave me? Am I gonna have to keep commuting to Canterlot? Er, not that I didn’t enjoy this,” Starlight hurriedly corrected. “I just wanna get my facts straight.”
“Well, honestly, we’ve been working with Velvet and Night Light for quite some time to train Twilight’s successor. However, Twilight being Twilight, she was so determined to present her plan that I simply didn’t have the heart to turn her down,” Celestia admitted, shrugging. “As for you, I think this was an excellent trial run for your future service as Twilight’s—”
“—Royal fuck toy!” Luna cut in, beaming. “I enjoy this modern vernacular.”
“Oh…” Starlight blushed, recalling the ‘practice’ Twilight put her through. “So, if it’s okay to ask, who’s your new consort?”
In answer, the closet opened, revealing an earth pony colt on the cusp of adulthood. His fur was white with brown patches, he had a skinny frame, a messy brown mane sat atop his head, and his utterly ridiculously sized cock reached his chin as he pumped his meat. Apparently, he’d gone unnoticed while watching. “Ello, miss,” he greeted in a cheerful, cockney accent.
Starlight blinked, slowly turning an accusing glare on Luna. “Why am I not surprised?”
The Princess of the Night merely shrugged and patronizingly patted Starlight’s head. “Just wait until you find out what Twilight’s into.”
“Oh, goody…”
Author's Note
Can you tell that I was super tired when writing that first part? Yeah, I was pulling from real life experiences as a professional insomniac. As for the rest, it took me about three weeks to write this commission. My patron was primarily focused on bondage, but I leaned more into the suggestion of hypnotism. He also requested humiliation and spanking, which were fairly simple to pull off. This was actually a combination of two suggested concepts: where Starlight seeks revenge for the events at Our Town, and where the princesses seek relief from their stressful lives. The two fit together quite nicely as one leads into the other in a twist that I hope you guys enjoy. Honestly, I had a lot of fun fleshing out the mystery, slowly revealing to the audience that, despite Celestia’s abundant confidence, things are not as they seem, and she is slowly humbled by improbable forces that circumvent her every defense. That’s why, despite the growing trend of using tags to specify what levels of consent are at work, I chose to keep that detail a surprise to let the audience figure it out along the way.
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