Like every day for the past year, Luster woke with alicorn cock in her mouth. Rather than the scent of sizzling breakfast, she smelled the potent, heady musk of sweaty royal balls. Instead of hearing the twitter of songbirds, or seeing the golden light of an early sun, she heard the gentle burbling of boiling cumtanks, and saw only the darkness of her Princess' asscheeks smooshed against her face.
Like every day for the past year, it made her smile.
Or it might, if it weren't for that girthy dick stretching her throat. Through Twilight's squashed flanks, she sensed her Mistress' heartbeat. She wasn't awake yet.
That was fine. Luster could afford bathing in the glory of musky violet dickmare junk for a while longer. A lot longer, actually.
If either of them had the time. Unfortunately, both her and the Princess had duties to attend to, and other creatures in their lives. At some point, inevitably, the bliss would end.
But not yet. Until the bedroom clock chimed, she could rest here. Huff herself high and stupid on alpha she-stallion fuckstench. Wriggle her tongue against the underside of that hole-plugging, cunt-wrecking, womb-claiming alicorn marecock, and fantasize about all the depraved, disgusting ways her hot and hung Mistress might use her that day. She considered it a blessing she could still taste the salty-sweet sting of spunk from last night in her mouth, and feel the molten load in her bloated belly.
It might have drained out on any normal occasion. Twilight thought better, though. A plug, right up her snatch, and all that ludicrous gooey load would stay right where it belonged - mercilessly gangbanging Luster's eggs until she got pregnant with another few foals.
Gosh. It really shouldn't have surprised her, all things considered, but Twilight was so smart.
"Mmmmh. Good night's sleep, Luster?"
Yawning, Twilight wriggled atop her, voice muffled by the gigaton of lavender assflesh pressing down on her face. Luster 'mhm'ed as best she could, mashing her snout into the dew-stained cleft of Twilight's swollen orbs for emphasis.
"Good. I hope you're ready for a hard fuck today. I had this great wet dream, and I thought we could play it out between us." Grunting, Twilight hauled herself off Luster's face. The half-hard tool between her legs took a while longer to leave, medial ring and flare bumping past her lips for a moment before popping free. Luster didn't need a mirror to guess what she probably looked like after an hour-long session of brutal throatswabbing, followed by nine hours of sleep under dew-soaked balls.
Messy hair, hazy eyes, mascara down her cheeks and smeared orange lipstick. Personally, Luster wasn't really the type for makeup. Mistress had a thing for it though, and the biggest kink that ruled Luster's little heart was watching Twilight's flare throb so big and full she could hold it like a dinnerplate.
All that to say, she was the Ruler of Equestria's blindly obedient, eagerly subservient fuckpet bitch.
As if the - now broken - collar bearing the six-pointed cutie mark didn't make that clear. Or the matching nipple rings hanging off her erect rosebuds. Or the magical tatto permanently printed above her dripping slit. Or the glowing pregnancy mark on her gravid, life-filled belly.
Or the...
Yeah, okay. Maybe she was a little obsessed. So what? Twilight dug it, and half those things were her idea anyway. Sheesh.
"What do you have in mind?" Luster asked, sitting up to rub her throat. On several occasions, Twilight had mentioned she could make any soreness or pain dealt from their fucking go away with a quick spell or two. She rebutted every offer. The aches and pains, for her, were part of the fun.
"First thing." Turning on her hoof to meet her, gloriously endowed form casting a voluptuous shadow, Twilight's horn lit. Snatching a black leather leash from somewhere unseen, her magic healed the snapped choker, refixing it around Luster's neck. The leash clipped to the hook, also fashioned after Twilight's star, before tugging Luster off the bed to her hands and knees.
Like a good girl, Luster mewled in joy. Thighs spread, knees folded, she straightened her arms and placed her palms to the ground, fingers splayed out. Her wobbly chest, swollen and bountiful with months' effects of multiple pregnancies, dripped with creamy milk.
"Stick out your tongue," Twilight commanded. She did, gazing up into the kind, benevolent, domineering eyes of her she-bull Princess. "Damn, that makes my dick hard. Nfh~"
Her body seemed to agree. With a half-feral grunt, nostrils flared wide and teeth bared, Twilight's stomach and crotch flexed. Her spire of dusky dickflesh throbbed, lurching to spit a salvo of steamy pre onto Luster's top half. Moaning more for the show of it than anything, Luster kept their eyes locked as she reached up, humping the air while she massaged and rubbed the translucent slime into her coat.
Twilight smirked. "Good bitch." And Luster whimpered, a fresh leak of girl juices sliding down her left inner thigh. Risking the reprimand, she knocked her pelvis forward and ground the heel of her palm against her twitching flower petals, basting her hand in prolific pussy drool.
"But it's not over yet." Long, column-esque legs carried her closer, each hoofstep of gold regalia-clad hooves a thunderstrike against the marble. Sunshine through the scarlet curtains painted them both in a colored glow, framed in obscene holy radiance. "Keep your jaw wide. Your Mistress demands a little bathing."
Without further warning, Twilight crouched down, dipping her pendulous hangers in Luster's mouth. She needn't say anything more to communicate her demands. Luster obeyed, and tongued every inch of piping hot, smooth royal scrotum, until the skin shone reflective with her pet's worshipful spit.
"Alright," Twilight sighed. Pulling out her nuts with a suckling pop, she squatted down further to rub them dry against Luster's face. Crooning with delight, she nuzzled against them, tugging on and playing with her own nips. "That's enough foreplay for now. Text your friends you've got a cough or something. I'm cancelling my plans."
Knocking her head, Luster's brows rose. "Cancelling? But-"
"But nothing. Grinning, Twilight plucked Luster off her hooves like a feather, tossing her onto the soft expanse of purple bedsheets. "I'm making an executive decision. We've both been a little stressed lately. Ivy can manage things while I plap you stupid for the day. I'm going to make this bed break."
"B-b-break?" Confidence wavering, Luster watched in hunger, anticipation, and mild fear as Twilight crawled languidly above her. Like a lion she stalked, faint toned musculature bulging as she positioned herself, low-hanging jugs over Luster's head, hips and cock aligned to spear her rigid.
"That was part of the dream." Twilight reached to cup Luster's belly, round as a medicine ball from half a year of six growing foals. "I fucked you for hours, so hard the bedframe shattered." She leaned down, clamping teeth against Luster's neck to draw a series of squeaking grunts. "You're not opposed, are you?"
Luster shuddered, hot and cold fingers tickling down her back. Instead of answering she shot out an arm, pawed for the nightstand, and snatched her phone. Seconds later, she turned it around to show Twilight the group chat.
'Won't be around today. Feeling a little feverish and just wanna be safe.'
"My pretty girl," Twilight growled, and shoved her tongue down Luster's willing throat. Gagging in joy, she burbled through moans and spit as Twilight slammed her cock down, balls rebounding off weighty globes of young MILF jigglemeat. Hands reached to grasp Luster's ankles, tugging them up and folding them back to touch her ears. When she withdrew her tongue she kept their snouts touched, plumes of hot breath washing over her face with every. Ramming. T h r u s t .
Luster squealed with Twilight's exclamation, squirting erratically as the first barrage of batter coated her womb.
"Get. Fucking. Pregnant."
Author's Note
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