The Princess' Concubine

by willow_whistle

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Fluttershy, Porn, Sex, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro
Length: 3760

The (transfem) reader gets made into Twilight's Concubine.

You’ve never been particularly lucky in romance, which is very odd for a trans woman who spends her free-time in a group with several other trans women.  It’s not for lack of interest, certainly.  You find yourself thinking pretty frequently about what it would be like to get close to Twilight as more than a friend, among others… But you can’t help but feel like a creep for that.  Internalized transmisogyny? Almost definitely, but that hardly helps you feel less gross for what you perceive as a desire to take advantage of her kindness towards you.

In other words, the post-bottom-surgery transfem reader gets totally wrecked by a variety of marecocks.

Published 2024-11-28 18:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-11-28 18:20:00 UTC

A Dream Come True (Hehe... come)

You are an Earth pony of medium build, and a personal friend of Princess Twilight Sparkle. You frequent her castle and have gotten to know her friends as well. They’ve all been very supportive of you throughout various different… transitory periods with regards to your life and identity. Twilight herself even recommended a plastic surgeon for your ‘downstairs complications,’ and visited you in the hospital on more than one occasion. It’s very evident that she cares about you, and you consider yourself lucky to have such a loyal and supportive friend, not to mention stunningly beautiful.

You’ve never been particularly lucky in romance, which is very odd for a trans woman who spends her free-time in a group with several other trans women. It’s not for lack of interest, certainly. You find yourself thinking pretty frequently about what it would be like to get close to Twilight as more than a friend, among others… But you can’t help but feel like a creep for that. Internalized transmisogyny? Almost definitely, but that hardly helps you feel less gross for what you perceive as a desire to take advantage of her kindness towards you.

As a result of these repressed feelings, you often find yourself daydreaming about holding her hand, kissing her softly on the lips, and (for want of a more elegant description) getting your snatch completely wrecked by her while she calls you a slut. So your feelings are definitely complicated, to say the least, but you know they’re wrong. Or at least that the first two are wrong, but you think having intrusive thoughts about the veritable goddess in your life is probably more normal than not. You’re sure Fluttershy does, at least. Or maybe she just always looks like she’s thinking about being dominated. Or maybe that’s just you being projecting because of how much of a bottom you are; hard to say!

On the topic of that third bit, you are currently mortified. You have committed a fairly ridiculous faux pas by way of ‘jokingly’ saying that Twilight should make you her personal concubine. As a joke. Yeah.

The other ponies don’t seem to think it’s a joke. Fluttershy, hides her face in her hands, then hides her hands behind her wings. Rarity coughs loudly and blinks at you, as though doing a double-take. Applejack very bluntly raises an eyebrow and cocks her hips to the side. Pinkie Pie shapes her lips into a little ‘o,’ and Rainbow Dash smirks and mouths ‘nice’ to you. You feel your face reach a temperature you’re quite sure could have boiled water for the very nice cup of peppermint tea in front of you. Twilight’s expression is unreadable, but you think you see a bit of pink on her purple cheeks-- though, in fairness that is probably just wishful thinking. You audibly gulp before trying to salvage the situation.

“U-um,” you start, trembling, “s-sorry, I guess that was a little far for a joke.” You look between the six ponies’ faces to gauge their reaction, but can’t read them at all. Before the fallout from your monumental, catastrophic, life-ruining mistake, spout something about leaving the oven on and rush out the door. Twilight teleports in front of you, fixes you with a very concerned look, and gestures for you to calm down.

“Shh, it’s okay!” She says, genuinely. “We all go a little overboard sometimes. You can leave if you want to, but I promise none of us are mad at you, okay?”

“I-” you stutter out, almost crying. Why are you crying? You’re not the victim here, you just made probably the most important pony in your life very uncomfortable. You don’t get to cry! This line of thinking, astoundingly, makes you cry harder than you otherwise would have. With the tears clouding your vision, the lavender blob in front of you envelopes you, and materializes into Twilight Sparkle as you blink the tears away. You hug back tentatively, afraid of seeming even more like a creep, but also far too emotional not to accept comfort.

“You can go home if you want, but you don’t have to, okay?” Says Twilight, cupping your face in her hand and tipping you up by the snout to face her. You blush and don’t even care.

Twilight

You decide to stay, and nopony is upset with you. They all seem to empathize; especially Fluttershy, who apparently had the same thought on a number of occasions. You’ve known for a while that the six of them, plus Starlight and even Trixie, had somewhat of a queerplatonic thing going on, but you haven’t been aware of the extent until just now. The realization comes all at once, and gets you flustered enough that Applejack tries to comfort you by putting one of her gorgeously toned, muscular arms around you. It does make you feel good, but it also completely fails at making you less flustered. It makes it very difficult to concentrate on the game of Clue you’re trying to play together, in fact. Pinkie Pie gets up on the table to accusingly loom over you, pointing a finger directly at your big, round pony snout as she alleges you killed Mr. Green in the kitchen with the wrench. Why does she keep getting closer? Is she putting her boobs in your face deliberately? Why is it so hot in here all of the sudden? Why did it have to be the round and bouncy Pinkie Pie to loom over you menacingly? Why did you have to keep thinking about how it would feel to hug her, and nuzzle your face into her soft, chubby tummy? Why is she smirking? WHY IS IT SO DAMN HOT IT HERE?

By the time the game concludes, it’s almost 10pm, and the other five go home. After you all hug it out and say good night, Twilight offers to have you stay in the castle with her, and she puts an odd amount of emphasis on how Spike is still gone off to Manehattan to help Sassy Saddles for another week and oh my gosh oh my gosh omigosh omigoshomigosh she’s propositioning you!? WHAT?? She backs you up against the wall, face equally as red as it is lavender, and looms over you in a very familiar way.

“So, you think I ought to have a concubine, huh?” She asks you, in a sultry voice. You can feel her hot breath on the top of your head. She’s always been taller than you but SHEESH you didn’t realize just how much of a difference about 2 and a half inches makes. Her response to your completely incoherent stammer of an answer is to chuckle and lean closer, pressing your chests together and stopping her snout just short of yours. “Do I seem sexually repressed to you?” She asks, gently tickling at your chin with her nails, “Or do you think maybe you’re projecting a bit?” You are equally incapable of responding to this, and she very suddenly locks lips with you, and takes both of your hands in hers. Her lips are soft, warm, slightly sticky from your chapstick, and absolutely electrifying.

She pulls away after what seems both infinitely long and hopelessly fleeting, and the loss of her snout on yours is only barely made up for by the warmth of her comparatively large body pressed up against you. You breathe heavily, and giggle as you see a little string of saliva string your lips and hers before falling away. “W-wow…” you manage weakly, but anything else you say fizzles out when the princess draws breath to speak.

“Is that something you’d like, though?” She asks, genuinely, before correcting herself. “I-I mean, I don’t really mean you’d be my ‘concubine’ in the traditional sense!” She’s now blushing, embarrassed, and stammering. “You can call yourself that, o-of course, if you like.” Twilight backs up a little and covers her face with her hands as she laughs nervously. “I just meant, w-well, would you maybe wanna be more… queer-platonic?”

“Yes!” You blurt out, and then cover your mouth, clear your throat, and reiterate: “I-I mean, yeah. Sure. That’s cool. We’re cool.” You put a hand on your hip, and try to lean against the wall with the other. It slips off the crystal and you thump your side on the floor. Smooth. In keeping with this smoothness, Twilight Sparkle very gracefully trips over her own feet while trying to catch you, and tumbles onto you, her snout landing-- miraculously, but fortunately, into your chest. What contrived nonsense.

“Wha--” She yelps, and tries to push herself up off of you, face redder than before. “Sorry, boobs-- I mean your breasts-- I MEAN-- UGH!”

An opportunity has presented itself, and you decide to take it: “Tongue tied, are we?” You say, and cross your arms underneath your bust. Actually smooth. You KNEW a low-cut top was a good choice for today!

“Buh, wuh,” she stammers, looking anywhere but your face, and points her fingers together like a little dork (which she is, in spite of being a bit larger than yourself).

Your boldness rewarded, you press the matter. “I didn’t think you’d be quite so forward with me, but I’m glad you have,~” you say, in the most sultry voice you can-- feeling almost sexier than you ridiculous by an admittedly slim margin-- and flick a finger under her chin to return her the favor from earlier.

“Oh my goshhhhh…” She just about huffs. Steam might as well be billowing out of her ears at this point, and her wings are totally flared, wide enough in span to wrap you up entirely-- and, with that thought-- you’re back to being the little bottom bitch. You squeak out loud, and she seemingly snaps back into her usual demeanor as well. “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you, pretty girl?~” She teases, looming over you, and placing her arms at your sides while staring you down. “Do you want to go upstairs so you can lay on the bed, or would you rather I take you right here on the floor?”

Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?

Twilight’s horn stops shining with her magical aura as she very gently rests you on her exceptionally soft bed, and she breaks character for a moment to check in. “Are you okay? Are we going too fast? Do you actually wanna do this?”

“Yes, no, and yes.” You say decisively, and feel no need to keep the excitement out of your voice. She smirks in a predatory way that makes your heart leap metaphorically out of your chest, and Twilight throws her shirt off in a very literal way and wow her body is so beautiful. She has surprisingly muscular shoulders, and just a small bit of belly fat that makes you wanna kiss her all over it. Her breasts are fairly small, but very perky-- nothing particularly unusual for a trans girl who’s been on hormones for several years, but seeing her even half-naked for the first time is really, really special. It’s adorable. She’s adorable. You want her to rip you to pieces. You take your own shirt off, and can’t help but admire how pretty you yourself are as well: a bit chubbier and less muscled, with hips a little wider than your shoulders, and scars on your chest from your implants that you think look really cool. Your tits are quite a bit bigger than Twi’s, but you ‘cheated.’ That doesn’t mean, however, that you aren’t very happy with them. By the look on the princess’ face, she is too. You can’t help but giggle with excitement as you see a little rise under her skirt.

Suddenly, that detail hits you like a truck, and the thought that your bra-bound breasts were enough to get an instant reaction from her nethers makes your fur suddenly feel too hot for you. You giggle a little puckishly, and unhook your bra, letting the girls hang and casting their prison aside like a piece of garbage. The hit of euphoria when they bounce slightly upon release is almost as sweet as seeing Sparkles’ jaw drop.

“H…” She fails to articulate anything.

You continue to tease, kicking off your panties, and seeing how much of her face can be taken up by wide eyes and open mouth. The answer is ‘a lot,’ you observe, as you part your legs and reveal your surgery scars in all their glory. Modern medicine goes hard, and so does your friend.

“W-wow…” She stammers, pathetically, and continues pulling her skirt down with half-attention, sometimes missing it with her hands because most of her focus is exactly where you want it. “Y-you‘re so pretty…”

“You too,” you respond, with big puppy dog eyes, and fluttering lashes, “i-incredibly.” She smiles warmly and takes off her boxers, which you just notice are plaid--what a nerd! Her dick is standing at attention, and is uncut. She’s not especially wide or long, but certainly not small either. It fits in really well with everything else about her appearance and ohmigosh you’re so wet. You’re sure you’re even wetter as she puts her arms at your sides like she was before downstairs, but it’s much more comfortable this time. You gasp as she leans down and sticks her tongue in your mouth, slowly bringing her body to rest atop yours, her tip very gently prodding your slit and your chests and bellies squishing together in what might be the most oxytocin-productive moment of your entire life. She’s so warm, and heavy, and she smells like lavender and old books and sweat and just the teeniest bit of peppermint. You let her explore your mouth to her hearts’ content while you wrap your arms around the back of her neck, and moan into her mouth. Heaven.

She pulls away, and you release her, both of you panting, and she catches her breath sooner. “Where were we, my concubine?” She teases, with a devious leer. That word… that FUCKING word… You moan out loud, and whimper like a puppy.

“Y-yes, your highness!” You bark eagerly, all ready to serve your beautiful, perfect mistress.

“Good girl.~” She growls lasciviously, and she pulls back a bit to focus on foreplay. She lightly drags her nails over your fur; from your cheeks, to your neck, to your breasts-- which she circles twice each before continuing down-- and interrupts herself before speaking again. “My, my, what a pretty mare you are! So curvy and soft and voluptuous…” She bends down to plant a kiss on your very vulnerable and exposed tummy, just above the belly button, before moving down to your thighs with her nails and lips too, but skipping over your pussy. You whine needily. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay, we’ll get there.~” She teases verbally, and continues to tease tactilely. This is your first time getting intimate with another pony since the operation, and you’re really, really eager to get something in there other than your dilator or your own fingers, but you also understand the importance of forepl--AYY!~

She very suddenly starts licking your clit, and gripping your thighs tightly. “Twiligli-i-ight!” you moan, and are too stimulated to care about how pathetic and needy you sound. You lean up, supporting yourself with your arms behind you. And involuntarily tensing your abdominal muscles as you feel your whole body racked with ecstasy as she flicks her tongue over your nub with deliberate, practiced motions. It doesn’t surprise you that an alicorn princess would have had experience eating pussy, but you certainly haven’t-- you’ve been in a dry spell since before you even came out-- but oh my CELESTIA this is so amazing! She gives you an affirmative “Mmm” as you gently wrap your fingers around her horn and pull her snout a little harder against your vulva. She obliges your silent request, and sticks the tip of her tongue in. Fuck, are you cumming already? You don’t care. Your back arches and you squeak pathetically, wrapping your thighs around Twilight’s head and holding her there while you get her face all wet with squirt. You flop on your back, panting, and twitching, and she looms over you, licking her lips hungrily.

“S-sorry, your high--” you start, but she shushes you.

“No no, my beautiful, precious servant.” She says, very confidently. Is it possible to cum from the growl in a woman’s voice? Because you think you might be close. “I’m very glad you enjoyed that so much. It’s good to know how sensitive you are… and impulsive.” She emphasizes, and chuckles.

“I-I’m sorry, your highness, I should have asked.” Oh no, is she gonna punish you? Ohhhhh noooooo!~

“You can do that, but you have to let me go if I tap your hand twice, like this.” She says very matter of factly, and then demonstrates.

“Yes, your majesty!” You say, dutifully.

“And there’s no need for any formalities like that, honey.” She says, and smirks with what is now a very familiar expression. “‘Mommy’ will do very nicely.”

“Yes, mommy!” You spout, desperately. Twilight scratches the bottom of your chin.

“Good girl.” She coos, honey in her voice, and suddenly sticks two fingers in your cunt as deep as they’ll go. You squeak.

“Mommy!”

“Good mare! Keep clenching like that, fatty.” She teasingly commands, groping at your tummy and jiggling it a little. “I wanna get you nice and stretched out so my cock fits nicely, slut.” She growls, with somehow just as much sweetness as predatory hunger.

“Y-yes, mamaaa!” You chirp again, whimpering and moaning, clenching around her fingers as she slides them in and out. She gets to your special spot with very little exploration, using your moans to gauge where it is with accuracy you’d expect of a well-learned lady like herself. She pulls her fingers out, seemingly satisfied with the slight gape she’s given you. You whine like a newborn kitten pulled away from its mother’s teat, but gasp when you realize this means she’s about to dick you down omigoshomigoshomigosh!!

“Spread those gorgeous legs, puppy,” She says, clearly experimenting, and you eagerly lift your legs to the side, into the air, programming socks on full-display. You bark like a dog and pant like one too, and you think you could get used to being her puppy. “Gooood girl.~”

Your heart jumps a little every time she says that… Gosh, she’s so hot. She grabs your legs and spreads them quickly yet gently, and she chuckles at how ridiculously down-bad for her you are. You can’t possibly fault her for that, but before you have any chance to, she braces her shaft against your lips, and rubs up and down. The consistent contact with your clit makes you shiver and moan like a complete loser. She laughs with no small amount of condescension, and sticks the tip in.

“TWILIGHT! Yes!” Electricity. The girl is making your whole body shiver just with the tip of her dick. Is this alicorn stuff, or are you really just this easy? “F-fuck me! Fuck me, mommy!” The only thing you know for sure is that you’re totally without any inhibition. “Get me pregnant! Get your puppy pregnant, Twi!~”

“Good girl!” She obliges with gusto, shoving her meat into your wet snatch and losing her composure for a moment. Her mouth makes a little ‘o’ as she moans and shivers with pleasure. “Y-you’re so warm and wet and tight for your mommy.”

“U-use me! Use my stupid little shortstack cunt until you cum!”

“F-fuck, puppy…” She grunts and whines, and slowly starts pumping in and out of you, going just fast enough on the thrust to plap her thighs and balls against your plump, bouncy butt. “Good girl.” She says, breathily, grabbing one of your breasts in one hand and supporting herself with the other down next to your head. You shift your legs up with her, allowing her to get deeper and allowing you to hug her with them while she uses your neo-vagina to get herself off.

“H-harder!” you barely manage to squeak. She’s stretching you out so well, and getting in there way deeper than you thought she should be able to. She feels so hot, not just her dick but her whole body is radiating so much heat. Is this alicorn magic? It has to be, right? She’s so hot up against and inside you that it burns a little and you love it.

“P-puppy!!” She whimpers, in a mirror of your own tone. “Mommy’s cumming!! Mommy’s gonna get you pregnant!~”

“PLEASE, MOMMY!” You shout, with the limited oxygen you have at your disposal, and wrap your arms around her back, scratching at her with your nails without thinking, and hugging her so tight with your legs that you’d be worried about hurting her if your mind wasn’t so focused on getting your pussy filled. You’re clenching uncontrollably and you’re pretty sure you’ve been cumming yourself for a minute or two now.

“GOOD GIRL! Good girl!” She shoves herself into you as deep as she can with a wet, meaty slap, and you feel her twitching and spurting into you. She moans a high-pitched, squeaky moan in that adorkable, slightly nasal voice of hers, and pulls out to release more of her-- mostly translucent-- seed all over your belly and chest. It burns like hot wax, and it feels incredible as it cools, and she pants and sweats over you. In that moment, both of you covered in sweat, hair messy, blushing, panting, sticky with one anothers’ fluids, that this is the most beautiful way to see the most beautiful mare you’ve ever seen.

Twilight locks eyes with you, and leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead. You whimper. “Good puppy.” She says, and kisses you tenderly on the lips.

“Thank you, mommy…” You whine, and hug her closer, getting her sticky with her own cum. “I love you, mama…”

“Oh, puppy,” she chirps, teary eyed, “mommy loves you too!”

The shower together afterwards and the pizza you eat (the girl easily took down two all by herself) are perhaps the most relaxing and most delicious things you’ve ever experienced, respectfully. However, the snuggles to sleep after the fact actually supplanted the shower.

Author's Note

I wrote this like a year ago-- and I was going to write a Fluttershy chapter-- and I still might! But I haven't thought of how yet.