All's Flare Anthology

Wysteria sorted through the manila folder, thumbing for the latest earnings report. Fortunately, it didn't take long. She didn't want to stay late at town hall again. Even if it was only by ten minutes, her lower back had really been giving her grief lately, and she could use the extra rest.

She stapled the last page with its brothers. Closing her eyes and bringing the tidy paperwork to her snout, she breathed in deep. Faust if only she could find the words, but something truly special happened when you combined the smell of dust, paper, and melting candlewax. Maybe Raven would be open to using her magic to bottle some up for her. She'd bring a perfume like that everywhere she went.

Sliding the folder back where it belonged, a quick hip to the drawer pushed the cabinet shut. Thank Celestia Mayor Mare didn't use those awful gray metallic sort. They were hideously drab. Well-cared for wood was the way to go.

Altogether, reasons like that numbered among many why she moved from the city. Ponyville's older, quainter, homelier style suited her much better than sleek bureaucracy and state offices. Similar judgements had brought Raven to the Royal Palace. Wysteria herself found it a little much for her cozier tastes, too grand and fancy.

Papers under her arm, she heel-clicked her way through the halls. Hardwood gave to red carpet, then green, and up stairs before she stood in front of a plain dark oak door. Fist curled, she gently knocked.

Hm. No reply. Strange. She knocked again.

Still nothing. Glossed lips pursed, she pinched her brows and righted the rim of her bronze glasses. After another moment of silence, she decided to press her ear against the door.

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Ohhhhh, yes. Mmmmph, give it to me. I want you so bad."

Jerking back, her face burned as hot as the door felt in her mind. Heavens. Hearing her boss's moaning voice was not on her bingo card today.

Swallowing down a lump of embarrassment, she pressed her back to the wall, hands neatly pinning the folder against her lap. Now that she had an ear for it, she could still hear the faint, guttural sounds of Mayor Mare jilling herself silly. The ankle of her left hoof seemed to call out, and she clicked it a few times out of nervous habits. Some tics you just couldn't kick.

She waited, waited. Before too long, the climax came. Wysteria flattened her ears against her head, nearly deafened by the shrill, piercing shriek of what sounded like a damn good orgasm. Unable to resist her own instinct she pressed the files harder against her crotch, trying to feel the heels of her palm against her cunt.

The skirt got in the way, but that was fine. She just... ah. Needed a little pressure there, that was all.

Sucking in the inside of her cheek, she bit. Her nostrils flared, and tail raising, she breathed out an irritable, sexually frustrated grunt.

Something was... up... lately. Difficult to put a finger on, at least the reason why, but the signs showed themselves everywhere. Ponies displaying more open affection, to the point she couldn't walk down the street for groceries without at least one couple getting a little handsy. Lyra 'snuck' gropes of Bon Bon's chest any chance she got. Thrice, she'd watched Vinyl shoving her tongue down Octavia's throat with hardly a hint of resistance.

And then... there was Twilight. Everypony knew what happened in that damned library. The moans of her friends were one thing to hear yelling in the wee hours of night, morning, and afternoon, but it didn't take long at all before other voices joined the chorus.

House walls rattled, clubs and bars popped up at every corner, and the heat of lust hung heavy in the air. There hadn't been a public orgy yet at least, but it felt like it was only a matter of time, and several hushed whispers had flittered across Wysteria's ears traveling town that the Royal Sisters and the Princess of Friendship had fucked their way through a solid percentage of the population mere months ago.

Wysteria could buy that, and fairly easily. If the swelling bellies, growing curves, and rapid appearance of baby goods and aisles were anything to go off, there'd at least been a marked increase in the pregnancy statistic.

Which there was. It was almost like she served under the Mayor or something. Seriously, did you think the mare sorting economic budgets and financial windfalls didn't catch glance of the climbing birth rate?

"Fuck." Sighing, she slumped forward, moving to knock on her employer's door. "I really need a break."

Maybe she'd take Friday off, see how her sister was doing.

Yeah. She decided to take Friday off.

The trainride to Canterlot went by without much fuss. That was to say, only one set of mares squished their boobs together and made out in the backseat. That wasn't counting the stallions who could barely hide their erections, switching between holding hands, blushing, looking away, and trying to cop feels of each other's bulge without getting noticed. Nor the train conductor, who let her entire front half, semi-flaccid maremeat dangling from her crotch included, be exposed jiggling to the air.

It took all Wysteria had not to excuse herself to the ladies' room. She held out, though, out of principle if nothing else. Giving in to her arousal and getting relief felt like surrender. If Equestria's citizenry wanted to be horny so bad, she'd stifle herself just in the idea that she had a little more self control.

Averting her gaze from others, she trotted her way off the station and towards Raven's address. There were more sights to behold in the gleaming city of Canterlot, and she did her absolute best to ignore all of it. She didn't succeed, but by Faust she tried.

Reaching the front door of Raven's cozy estate, Wysteria marched her way up the steps, hoping to enjoy a pleasant catchup with her sister. They exchanged mail on the regular, but Raven's letters had arrived more sparsely of late.

Curiously, Wysteria noted, around the same time as Ponyville... 'degenerated'.

Grunting unpleasantly, she raised her fist and knocked on the door.

The telltale golden glow of Raven's magic unlatched the lock, swinging it open. "Come in!," she called, and Wysteria followed, smiling.

"Raven! I thought I would pop by... to... visit."

Wysteria stopped dead in her tracks, smile frozen stiff on her face.

"Oh, Wysty! It's so nice to see you. How have you been?" Pushing herself off the living room's olive green couch, Raven... Raven 'wobbled', was the best way Wysteria could describe it. From her bosom to buttocks, down to her thighs, the once trim but bootily-gifted unicorn she called sister had ballooned in every direction but up. And then there was her belly, dear Celestia her belly...

"Sorry I haven't sent anything in a while. My..." Raven blushed, dark and bloody. "Royal duties have, ahem... expanded."

"Yes. I... see that." Wysteria cringed away from Raven's hug, too large tits and pregnant tum attempting to press against her smaller front. Reluctantly, trying with every ounce of her might to ignore the obvious, she kept her eyes firmly glued on the wall behind her sister. That glowing mark was... No. No, she wouldn't think about it. "May I please ask why you're entirely naked?"

Shrugging off her rejection, Raven magicked the door shut and went right to make some tea. "It's easier."

"Easier?"

"Well, of course. Celestia has plenty of tailors who could better fit clothing for me, but I really don't need to wear them anymore. Ever since getting pregnant, it's..." She gestured, teapot slowly beginning its boil. "I don't know, difficult to describe. I guess I just feel less of a desire to be restricted in that way. Nudity is quite freeing, once you've gotten used to it."

"...Right."

Wysteria swallowed, tucking a lock behind her ear. She fidgeted with it between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. "So... do you not work for Princess Celestia anymore?"

Raven laughed. "Oh, I work for her more than I ever have!" The pot, sped along by magic, whistled sharp. Raven slid it off the heat, and smoothly poured two steaming brownish-green cups.

"Okay." Gears, previously ground to a screeching halt, restarted. Clinking, they turned and began to paint some faint idea of an image. Between the happenings of Ponyville, Twilight and her friends, and the rumors passed around town, a narrative achingly formed. "I... will admit, I'm a little upset you didn't mention something so significant to me as your pregnancy."

Sitting down with the cups on a plate with sugarcubes, Raven tilted her head. "Oh. Oh! I'm so sorry." She placed a palm to her lips, averting her gaze. Wysteria would have struggled to meet it regardless. "I apologize, really I do. I've gotten so used to the new way of things I honestly forgot things like that are seen as significant."

'How could it not be?' Wysteria wanted to shout, the words tugging at her throat like an insistent tug. She batted them away, cautiously approaching the living room.

"Sure. I'll accept whatever that means, I guess. It's not as if the entire world has lost its collective minds in the gutter anyhow." With a stiff, robotic motion, she picked up her tea and sipped. Hot liquid seared her tongue, burning its way down her throat, and she welcomed the pain. It didn't center her per se, but it helped her dissociate from this fever dream.

She was starting to wish she'd stayed at home.

"If you give me a moment, I can explain everything-"

Raven never got the chance, nor did Wysteria to respond. A bright, almost blinding flash of pale yellow sunlight flashed in the room, and they suddenly found themselves in the presence of Princess Celestia.

Princess Celestia... naked. Heaving, mammith bosoms out in the open, thrusting from her chest like a boast. Wide birthing hips flared to the side, adding emphasis to the faint chub and musculature of her stomach and pelvis, down to the strong thighs that supported her torso like marble columns.

It was not the only column that caught Wysteria's attention. However, she didn't have the opportunity to contemplate the obscene length and girth of pink and alabaster towering horsecock before Celestia's hungry purple gaze fell on her sister. Licking her lips, and entirely unaware of Wysteria's existence, she rubbed her hands together like a greedy businessmare.

"Raven, darling. I am absolutely famished. Do you mind if I have a drink?"

"Of course, Mistre-"

Celestia's lips latching onto Raven's fat rosy teat interrupted her permission. Those greedy hands reached for bountiful pounds of sweaterpups, and kneaded to their hearts' content as their owner noisily sucked from Raven's tit. Moaning, mewling, Raven didn't show even a hint of shame as her fingers dipped down to the inflamed puffy swell of her honeypot, finding purchase in the sticky wet folds. Wysteria found the squelch of her sister's cunt more deafening than Mayor Mare's mid-day orgasms could ever be.

Pop! Celestia removed herself from the leaking nozzle of Raven's teat, sprayed in the face by errant spurts of pregnant cream. Just when Wysteria thought there might be an opening to say something, the alicorn animal dove in for more, gulping down what must have been half a gallon from Raven's other milk-stuffed jug.

"Ah... ha. I swear to the highest heavens, your milk gets more delicious every day."

Raven blushed, and Celestia stood up to her full, terrifying height. Finally, things clicked in place, managing to realign the image of Wysteria's lifelong ruler as both wise and benevolent Princess to that of a famished, starving sexbeast. Immortal regardless, and with enough power coursing through her veins to raise the burning ball of blinding fire in the sky.

Apparently also, enough lust to mate, claim, and tame her sister.

"T-thank you, Mistress. I am always honored to provide you with the best. But, uhum..."

"Yes, little slut? Is something wrong?"

"Well, my sister..."

"Oh, her?" Celestia pivoted on her hoof, curtsying politely. "I'm aware she was here. Good afternoon, Miss Wysteria. If what your sister tells me about you holds any truth, you are a mare of discerning tastes. Your choice in attire certainly provides evidence."

Aware of herself far more than she ever liked, Wysteria tugged self-consciously on the hem of her sweater. It left her shoulders exposed, yellow bra straps looping over her collarbones. What seemed a pretty pairing that morning felt revealing now, too tightly clung to her waist and the faint pudge she always tried to hide. "Y-yes, ah. Thank you, your, uhm. Majesty."

"No need for the formalities." Celestia's smile was impossibly kind, warmer than the sun on a summer's day, but with all the harshness taken out. Wysteria could even believe Celestia wasn't a sexually gifted, monstrously endowed shestud Princess for a second, if it weren't for the hunger clashing with kindness in her purple eyes. "Your own flesh and blood is carrying five foals in her oven currently, and you did just watch me drain her tits dry. I do apologize for the startle as well. I wasn't lying when I said I was famished."

'What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?' Wysteria wanted to say.

"What the fuck am I supposed to say to that," Wysteria said.

The moment the words left her mouth, she slapped both hands over it. Dead. Dead. Dead! She was going to die now.

"Raven! Ha!" Celestia leaned back in a full belly laugh, sending her curves rippling wildly. "Hahahaha! Ha! You weren't kidding when you said she had fire."

Sheepishly, Raven hid her smile behind a turned cheek.

"Wysteria," Celestia offered. Extending a hand, she waited for Wysteria to shake it. She couldn't, a scorching empty gulch in her esophagus. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you be interested in joining us for dinner tonight? I don't believe you've ever stayed in my home before."

Celestia waited. Wysteria stared at the invitation, eyes wide.

"Yeah. You like that, don't you, you little whore."

Growling through gritted teeth, Wysteria smacked a palm across Celestia's sun-marked asscheek. The bitch moaned into her sister's steaming cunt, lapping up the deluge of juices squirting from her hole. "Eat her out harder! I want to hear her scream when you punch her womb with your filthy, dirty tongue!"

Celestia obeyed. The thrill of dominating royalty pulsed in Wysteria's blood, a golden glow brighter than Raven's or the Princess' magic could ever hope to be.

She found an outlet to vent her frustrations with her own tongue. Kneeling behind the carved goddess statue of a mare, she dug her thumbs into the cleft of Celestia's flanks, pulling them apart to better expose the gifts between. Round, squishy pink ponut led down to a puffy, dripping mound, begging to be ravished. Wysteria had considered the option - she did have a fondness for other mares' muffs - but what swung below it captured her whole imagination.

Cupping her hands, she took hold of Celestia's thick, hot, overflowing balls. Startled, Celestia groaned into Raven's quim, drawing a half-surprised orgasm from her many-times knocked-up broodwhore of a sister. Pressing her muzzle between Celestia's laden nuts she peered over the mountain ridge of jello white, staring at the mark on Raven's belly, and the kinds of proportions it had given her.

She'd always held a quiet fondness for Raven's ass. Not so much in the sense of sexual attraction, but desire to have herself. Instead, she'd been born with the tits of the family, not unsightly down low but nothing compared to the seatcushions Raven carried with her on a daily basis.

After five alicorn-sired foals and more than a season of approaching motherhood, Raven beat her in both departments. Unacceptable, in Wysteria's mind, but she had plans to fix that.

'Later,', she thought, eyeing up the flexing, clenching hole above Celestia's snatch.

While the foremost leader of the nation indulged herself with Raven's cootch, Wysteria massaged the seed from her orbs. Coaxing, she urged them to pump batter, and whether it roiled around in those tankard spunkspheres or shot down her gigantic jizzhose, she didn't much care. Either was good, although prepping her bull for an extra healthy dose of semen extraction suited her wants a touch better.

"What are you?" demanded Wysteria. Licking along the sweat-dewed trench of ball cleavage, she moved to grip at the base of Celestia's breedstick, the other squeezing under her flare. If she were sat cross-legged, the head would point at her crotch. "Tell me, royal slut." She gave Celestia another whack on her ass.

Sputtering, Celestia gasped for air as if she nearly drowned. Briefly, the image popped in Wysteria's mind of what things must look like from Celestia's or Raven's perspective, seeing the top half of her head poking above Celestia's queenly rump, glaring with horny intensity. The silly notion passed quick when Celestia met her eyes, hazy and unfocused expression smeared across her face, and splattered to the throat and snout in her sister's running love juice.

"A disgusting, depraved, hedonistic whore," Celestia panted. When she did, it steamed the air around her, as did the junk dangling from her groin. Alicorn blood, or at least Celestia's, ran hot enough to turn a cool room balmy.

"That's right." Constricting her fist around Celestia's girthy base, she dragged her hand down, stroking to the medial ring. Her other grip climbed to meet it, one up, one down, stroking with eased, mechanical precision. "You don't even deserve that crown, do you? A filthy whore like you belongs in the streets selling her holes for liquor. Am I wrong?"

SMACK!

"No!"

Celestia squealed, cock lurching in Wysteria's hands. It bucked against her, hard, throbbing with an erratic speed that she cut off at the source. Squeezing tight, she locked eyes with Raven and barked, "Denial magic, now!"

Raven, obedient as her Mistress, heeded command. Her horn sparked, and Celestia whined, fucking the air and Wysteria's immovable hands in the attempt to blow her load.

"Good whores don't cum until they're told to. And you do want to be a good whore, right?"

"Yes!"

Good."

Eyeing up her thick ponut, Wysteria licked her lips. She had planned something else for it initially but... Oh. She could do both.

Grinning, she plunged in. Her tongue passed through the hole, swabbing the inside, gathering the taste of musk, cock, cum, and whatever toys Celestia had used in the past however long. It was clean, of course, but the mark that constant sex left behind couldn't be washed away.

Pulling out, she circled the rim, until every part of Celestia's asshole glistened. A line of spit draped between the entrance and Wysteria's lower lip, easily broken as she stood and made her way to the bed. Celestia watched, waited as Wysteria placed a hand on Raven's shoulders, lightly nudging her to stand before she took her place.

"Breed me like the beast you are." Raising her legs, Wysteria hooked her forearms under her knees, pulling and folding them back over her head. "I want triplets. As for you."

She narrowed her eyes at Raven, standing attentive with hands clasped behind her back, all while her Mistress crawled into position, spire pointed at cave.

"Eat her ass. I've warmed it all up for you~"