Split Shift

“Are you ready?” Celestia followed up, licking some of her favorite subordinate’s fluid from her finger. Octavia nodded and sat with her legs crossed.

Luna went down to lay on her side, plucked up a small black box, then returned to a half-sitting position. “Very well.”

With one movement of her thumb, she clicked a single red button on her box. Instantly, a blackboard appeared, floating near Luna. “Oh, We forgot to show off Our favorite toy. Octavia,” she said. “This is Our- my button. We, I, press it and click- whatever I wish to happen, happens. For instance, if We want a pair of stout handcuffs to appear and restrain my sister,” Luna held her button up and clicked it deliberately. As mentioned, a pair of pink handcuffs materialized from the ether and caught Celestia before she could flee. Even though she struggled, Celestia was left laying on her side, her hands cuffed behind her back. “It happens. Now,” she continued, draping her body over her grunting and struggling sister. “We would never do that. Could never! It would be rude, would it not, Celestia?”

“Let me go, Luna! Let’s at least work up to this, I mean-”

“You are SO right, sister! And when you are right, you are right. And you, Celestia? You are always right! We should gag you, too!” With a little giggle, Luna grinned her evil kitten grin and clicked the button again. A midnight blue ring gag appeared in the air this time. It flew immediately to Celestia’s lips, but she bared her teeth.

“Celestia…” Luna cooed. “Open up and quit being so lame!” In a rather violent show, Luna gripped Celestia’s mouth and squeezed her cheeks just enough to squish her lips and part her teeth some. The ring gag flew on it’s own accord between Celestia’s incisors and leveraged her jaw open. The straps wrapped around her head and fastened themselves behind, securing snugly. Octavia found her leader’s vulnerable position very effective at making her horny, even if it seemed too forced.

“Luna,” she finally spoke, interrupting the little sisterly bondage session. “I think Celestia’s right, shouldn’t we… you know, work… up, to this? I think that a gag and handcuffs are a bit much. I mean, we haven’t even started.”

“Haven’t we, Octavia?” Luna asked, pulling her big sister up and holding her from behind, Celestia’s huge breasts in either greedy hand. “The safe word is ‘BANANA’, okay, Celestia?” Luna emphasized the word as she pulled the straps tight, the motion yanking Celestia’s head back.

“Oaay, Woowa,” Celestia managed to say, her lips curling into a smile. Octavia felt a world of relief wash over her after seeing that her ruler was at least consensually being restrained. Just seeing the way the gag fit in Celestia’s jaws made her own mouth hurt. She supposed the resistance was part of the fun.

Octavia rubbed her jaw without thinking and moved closer to her princess. “Is that, a list?” She asked Luna pointing to the floating blackboard as she settled in next to Celestia.

“Exactly,” she replied, Octavia smiling as she kissed her restrained companion on the cheek. “If you think of any kinks, positions, toys, fetishes, anything at all that you would like, feel free to add it. Just tell me and I will put it up.”

“Okay…” Octavia replied, trailing off as she read what was already on the little floating board. Tribadism was first, then fingering, oral, strapons, plugs, vibes, handcuffs, gags, ring gags, cocks, doggystyle, and last on the list was cum, underlined. “Quite a start,” she said, her mind overflowing with sticky, dirty thoughts that put a smile on her face. Octavia spread Celestia’s legs, her soft, hot, shapely, thick legs, and began kissing her way down to the royal valley.

“Face sitting!” Octavia suddenly shouted. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

“Oh please, Octavia,” Luna casually blew. “We hope to hear much more shouting. In fact, We will write that down as well: facesitting,” click, “and screaming,” click. “Sounds like a difficult combination. Come on, sister!” At Luna’s instigation, Celestia shot up to stand on her knees with a little grunt. The younger sister put her lips to the elder and hissed: “Your subject needs your wet pussy on her face.”

Celestia winced in pain again, but held her tongue. Octavia could see between her legs, Luna’s hand buried in the tender flesh of Celestia’s great round ass. She placed herself under Celestia’s warmed-up womanhood, the royal subject’s feet facing away from her mistress’s face, and opened wide for her wet treat. With her hands on Celestia’s hips, Octavia closed her eyes and tasted pink euphoria at last. The tart, tangy, metallic taste never got old, yet it wasn’t something she wanted to get used to. The vulgar, bodily flavor enticed her taste-buds, her mouth overflowing with a saliva and vaginal fluid drink. Octavia’s tongue dove this way and that, playing with the sensitive inner lips hidden under the outer folds. Celestia was so hot it was contagious, and Octavia found her own hips trembling, her pussy leaking, throbbing for a touch.

Octavia let out a long, deep moan as she sucked on Celestia’s clitoris. Octavia’s legs stirred the sheets as she buried her face in, her brow furrowing as she released a tension she didn’t know she was holding in. The warm, slick skin of her cheeks slid over Celestia’s thick thighs as she ate her princess’s delicious and juicy pussy. The weight of her highness’s body on her face and the smell of saliva and her companion’s fuck-hole in her face broke open a gate deep in the ensign’s mind, letting out a flow of love and stress and longing, fueling forgotten hungers.

The junior member didn’t forget herself, though. She was present of mind enough to move her tongue deep into Celestia’s hot pussy, tasting all over her pretty pussy. Octavia liked to think her own vagina looked clean and comely, too. By comparison, however, Celestia’s was downright picturesque, especially when Octavia was nose-deep inside. The outer lips seemed puffy, and extremely sensitive. Suddenly, Octavia had an idea, something she had happened across on the stickier side of the internet during her curious college nights.

What stopped her, however, was not her own volition but shock. Octavia gasped, sharply inhaling the hot, moist air, sputtering and coughing into Celestia’s leg as Luna gently rubbed her throbbing clitoris.

“Are you alright?” Luna’s voice asked. Octavia swallowed and coughed a little more, nodding as she did.

“Y-yes,” she spat, then kissed Celestia’s clit as a form of an apology for the interruption. Octavia was very glad her ruler liked that. “Luna?” she called out.

“What is it, sweetheart?” She became a little more intrusive with her fingers, for which Octavia was grateful.

“I had another idea, f-for the board.” Again, Octavia sucked and licked Celestia’s pronounced pink clit. Luna suddenly broke Octavia’s oral fixation with a jab of her finger. “Ow!” Octavia shouted, her legs flexing and lifting into Luna’s body, but not forcefully. Luna’s finger chilled her insides, but quickly began to warm her, gently pumping Octavia’s cunt. She treated her g-spot just right, and Octavia melted right there.

Luna pulled out her finger and resumed teasing. “What was that, sweetheart? I could not understand you.”

“Ahn… I forgot-no! S-stop, I remember. I need to sit up, though, Princess… es.” Octavia bit her lip and prayed that Luna wouldn’t put her in some other form of bondage for interrupting.

“Very well,” was all she said. Octavia heard Luna suck her finger and smiled as Celestia was helped up and off of her face. The ensign sat up and licked her lips, smiling as they gathered again.

Luna clicked the board back into existence. “What is next?” she asked, massaging her upper leg.

Octavia swallowed. “I’m not sure if we want to do this right this second, but I had an idea of using, um, a… suction, vacuum, on Celestia’s pussy. Like-”

“Yes! A thousand times, oh yes, yes. Yes. Right now, this is happening, yes!” Luna clicked twice, sequentially putting “vacuum” on the board and spawning a fairly simple cylindrical device. One end of the clear plastic toy was a flared end, perfect for Celestia’s wet lips. The end of the short tube was a rubber hose, leading to a simple pump, much like an old blood pressure measuring device.

Luna’s face grew and evil grin as she gave it a few test pumps, testing the suction on her palm. It worked. “Oh, but do you think that one good kink deserves another? We see no-. I see no reason to just have Celestia’s pretty little pussy lips all puffed up for nothing. I think those thick lips could use something.”

Octavia blinked. “S-something like what?”

At that, Luna let out a little chuckle. “Do you trust me, miss Octavia?”

Luna stood tall on her knees on her comfortable bed and offered the weird little sex toy. Octavia reached out and took it, or tried, finding Luna’s fingers holding the tube firm. She looked up and found her eyes locked with the princess’s, but only briefly, as she was tackled in a sexual grapple. The ensign found herself laughing and tangling and wrestling with her princess, reflexively resisting against the tickling pinches and invasive touches, attempting to slip out of various pins and attempting, with deliberate feebleness, to pin Luna back. Octavia laughed out when she let herself lose, sighing and moaning as Luna claimed her prize. Octavia ran her fingers through her princess’s long, flowing navy blue hair as her pussy was licked and sucked and tongued with intent. Octavia would have been completely content with continuing if Luna had not stopped.

“What’s going on?” Octavia asked distantly. “Why’d you stop, baby?”

“Baby?” Luna repeated with wet lips and a giggle. “Because,” she replied, dipping two dainty fingers deep into Octavia, eliciting a little scream of surprised delight. “It is time to continue. I hope you did not think we would settle for such mundane things like oral sex…”

While the officer did not understand, she sat up and remained spread. Luna was fingering her slowly, yet well, massaging her g-spot especially so. “Go ahead and flip over,” she gently commanded. “We… I trust you know how to use that, since you asked for it.”

Octavia shut her eyes and smiled, somehow managing not to succumb to the intense pleasure Luna was filling her with.

The junior obeyed, and rolled over, grunting as Luna twisted her two fingers around deep in her vagina, stretching the walls just a little. Celestia was still right where they had left her, her pussy lips dripping with excitement. Octavia licked the circular rim of her toy and carefully trapped Celestia’s thick lips inside. By the way her princess moaned out through her gag, Octavia assumed she knew what she was in for.

Aside from glancing at Celestia’s face, Octavia did not hesitate. She bit her lip and squeezed the rubber bulb once, the soft hissing noise echoing in her ears as the bulb refilled. Octavia watched the tanned, wetted lips through the clear plastic intently, and nothing happened. Luna bit her backside playfully and laughed as she really began to finger Octavia, harder and harder. The black-haired beauty adjusted the seal and gave another pump. Then another. On the fourth time, Celestia’s hips lifted a little as she grunted, and Octavia saw well that her pussy lips began to lift up inside the cylinder.

“Oh my goddess…” she whispered, and gave Celestia two more slow squeezes. The skin began turning from a beautiful tan and pink to an inflated maroon, bulging as they did so. Octavia yanked off the plastic toy, erupting the quasi quiet with a wet “flrap”, causing Celestia to cry out and Luna to chortle. Octavia shared in a surprisingly immature laugh, but was much more focussed on the sensitized, exaggerated folds between Celestia’s hot, tan, well-shaped legs. She buried her tongue inside the calescent cunt of her princess.

Celestia moaned louder and louder, but Octavia would not be sated that quickly. A thirst was born in her, even if she was only half-cognizant of it. The moment her womanhood and the perverted brain attached to it crossed over from her dreamscape into the partial waking air of the DCC, Octavia’s sex drive had been shifted into an entirely different gear. Luna kept pumping her cunt with two magic fingers, stroking her g-spot, uncovering more and more perverse fuel installed under her civilized mind.

Of course, Celestia was fully aware of the dangerous game Luna, and obviously herself, were playing. If Luna pulled back the controls too quickly, Octavia would give in too fully and become a sex fiend forever. It had happened before, only once, to a slut of a girl nonetheless, but it had happened, and Celestia had to reform their playtime quite a bit since. She did not want to make a Sunset Shimmer of such a gifted woman, one already inside her military.

“Luna!” Octavia moaned out loud, fumbling badly with her toy. “Oh… I’m close, princess. It’s… hard.” Celestia sat up and watched the grin on her subject’s face closely. The corners of her mouth were high still, Celestia’s subject was happily enjoying getting fingered by her own little sister, who was extremely experienced at that task. She was fine, for now. If she ever began gritting her teeth, they would have to start being careful. If those gorgeous mauve-pink eyes began to roll back and her tongue failed to respond, she’d be little more than a fleshy blow-up doll. Considering her conduct earlier, Celestia reasoned Octavia had more mental strength than just about anyone. Perhaps the taxing adventure they had shared did serve some purpose beyond mere entertainment.

Finally, Celestia selfishly thought. A partner that can keep up in bed. It’s been too long since we have had someone this good.

With a gaping smile, Celestia watched Luna help the weak-kneed Octavia fix the kinky toy to her pussy. Secretly, Celestia was never fond of the pump. It was hot, extremely kinky, and it made her lips blow up and tingle like no other. But the stinging! It stung so much, Celestia was ready to grunt out “banana” any second. Luna knew, but Celestia knew how Luna got in bed, and she was completely fine with that. Sometimes, Celestia thought. Just sometimes, it’s great to be punished… just a little.

“Gah!” the bigger sister cried out as Luna squeezed the bulb in Octavia’s hand.

“More, she says,” Luna whispered into Octavia’s ear. She let go and forced her pupil to do it, to torture Princess Celestia with sharp pleasure. Octavia obeyed, hands slightly trembling, pumping Celestia’s drowning twat five times, then six, then seven, eight.

“AAH!” She shouted, but Celestia didn’t want reprieve, she wanted more, needed it. Nine, ten, her pussy swelled out far beyond its normal size, turning a shade of deep red-purple. Eleven, twelve, thirteen pumps, and Octavia began to moan out, too, her eyes close to the epicenter. Fourteen, fifteen, and the seal broke, percussing another wet “fflroap”. Octavia gently screamed as she ate Celestia out again, lifting her hips up to better buried her tongue deep inside Celestia’s burning twat. Her hips were twitching on their own now, and Octavia’s enthusiasm only made things better. Celestia joined in the chorus with her own voice.

Her new toy ready with the click of a button, Luna carefully sucked her body close up behind Octavia, hoping the erotic trance her subject was in would distract her partially from her princess. Luna twiddled Octavia’s hard, hot, throbbing clit between her finger and thumb in her strong hand, her off hand clicking one more time. Octavia grunted a little harder, but kept shaking her face back and forth against Celestia’s gushing pussy. For once in a short while, Luna felt jealous.

No matter. Her own augmentation and Octavia’s future one were soon to progress the battle in bed very effectively. Instead of grinding her fingers and pinching Octavia’s clitoris, Luna pulled on it, feeling very strong throbs and getting very strong groans of approval. Celestia was being fed pleasure, so all was well, for now.

A little more strongly, Luna pulled and stroked the engorged nub of Octavia’s clitoris. She gyrated her hips, wet humping Octavia’s great ass as she pinched on the growing clit, her slick fingertips slipping off as she did so. Finally, Luna couldn’t take it, and slithered under her subject’s spread legs.

Just like Celestia had earlier, Octavia sat down on her partner’s face, but something was a little off. Luna buried her fingers inside, which was very nice, but her mouth only sucked and nibbled on her clitoris. The pleasure was mind-numbing. It was just outrageous, unbelievable, insurmountable, unstoppable, the single best sensation she had ever experienced. Her g-spot being massaged was phenomenal, but separate from the sensation of Luna’s suction on her clitoris.

Eating Celestia’s cunt took priority; her delicious flavor was paramount to anything else right now. She loudly swallowed and sucked air when she could, moaning as the puffy, hot, hot lips and even warmer inside fed her more and more delicious juice. Celestia, resting on her shoulders, was squirming and moaning like crazy, only causing the cellist to go harder. If she had a dick of her own, Octavia was sure she would pile drive Celestia into the fucking mattress.

Second by second, Celestia’s moans became longer, louder, nearly deafening. Celestia’s clit throbbed in Octavia’s lips as she sucked on it, her princess’s vagina drenching her chin. Octavia’s arms easily pulled the inflated pussy up and to her face as she devoured her favorite princess.

In the hurricane of shouting, moaning spasms, the sheen of sweat on her arms and her princess’s hips caused Octavia’s fingers to slip, but Celestia caught herself by wrapping her tense legs around Octavia’s face. Octavia doubted the move was deliberate, and that was ideal. She moaned herself, and pulled her hand down to the crook of Celestia’s womanhood.

He chin effectively blocked Celestia’s hot pussy, but she didn’t care. Octavia bit Celestia’s throbbing clit and dipped a single finger deep into her anus.

Celestia screamed louder than Octavia had ever heard, and rewarded her partner’s pretty face with a thick shower of love. Octavia screamed, too, smiling wide to catch as much as she could, backing off enough to get sprayed right. Her finger pumped her asshole more and more, but Celestia could only cum so much. Octavia relented to just slurping up the aftermath.

The sensitive nub of Octavia’s clitoris was no longer a nub but a growth, Luna could wrap her tongue around it and estimated unconsciously that it was nearly three inches long now, and thick. Every clitoris’s reaction to this trick varied tremendously, but it seemed Octavia was taking to the treatment like bamboo to miracle-grow. Her new faux cock was growing quickly, and not just in length. Octavia groaned out, her back bending over some, but Luna only sucked harder, failing to wrap her tongue around the whole thing anymore. The girthsome penis grew in length out of her skilled mouth an inch, then two, and soon Luna was straining her jaw and neck to keep any of it in her mouth.

Finally, Octavia released Celestia’s twat from her mouth’s custody and gasped, aromal saliva dripping down in thick, salty strands to the princess’s reddened lips. “Oh my-what the fuck is that?!” she shouted, stooping over and sucking in breath, breaking out in a sweat as well.

With a deliberate effort, Luna coughed off the thick organ and squirreled out of the human tangle. She swallowed hard and sat back, grinning, coughing, and exposing her wet cunt.

“Oh my goodness! You’re drenched! Wow… Do you like it, Octavia? Your new dick, I mean,” the royal ruler asked. “You’re gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous. Is she not, sister?”

Octavia turned her head to follow Luna’s eyes, smiling as she pulled her dripping bangs back and watched Celestia struggle to her side, her pussy still overflowing. “An-hah! Oh ay goh.”

“B-but-AH!” Octavia’s new sensitive flesh-pole was held captive in a loving, stroking, noble-blooded embrace.

Luna gripped the thick, thick base and pulled out to the tip, a very effective method she had developed. “Look at it,” she whispered into Octavia’s ear. “Look closely. It is not quite like a regular penis, no? No. It is so much better, Octavia…” she trailed off, kissing her earlobe and breathing into her ear, her body so close, her hands traveling to places that made Octavia smile. “Look at the thickness,” she commanded with her hot breath. “Look how it flares at the very end, just a little. Doesn’t it feel great, right there?!”

Luna emphasized herself with a harsh hiss and a sharp squeeze of the very tip, sending Octavia’s hips back in a reflexive dodge. Luna held her fast in her right hand, her left already gone back to the tight curves of Octavia’s ass. Her fingers dipped deep into the hot, wet, tight muscular ass of Octavia and found her backdoor, then intruded with one bold finger. Octavia thrusted forward, shrieking, only to penetrate the circle Luna made with her thumb and finger, sweat and residual saliva plenty of lubrication.

“AAH!!” Octavia cried out at the top of her lungs, her new cock twitching and her entire body spasming.

Luna held her subject with occupied arms and pressed her body close, biting Octavia’s earlobe, breathing shallow, excited breaths as her subject twitched and jerked for several seconds. “Oh my goodness,” she breathed, the fingers on her right hand finding the lips to Octavia’s wet pussy. “You are so hot…”

Octavia bit her lip, feeling a little more together. She hooked her arm under Luna’s, stroking her gorgeous midnight-blue hair and resting her head on hers. “What… what the fuck.” Octavia breathed deep and watched Luna gently stroke her new cock. It was so sensitive. The gentle motion Luna used, with the tiny pressure, made Octavia’s breath catch in her throat and her entire body quake. And yet, it was too good to stop, much less look away. The thick, long cock Octavia found exploding her nervous system was blotched in places. The base to a ring about three inches from her hips was a solid, deep olive color, like her skin but a dozen shades darker. The prominently veined skin beyond that extended in random patches of the same dark-tan and bright pink forever, what seemed like eight inches. Octavia moaned just thinking of possibly trying to take the skyscraper she was sporting. Even though it would hurt, she wanted to ride something just like it for hours.

“You want it, don’t you?” Luna breathed. “Look at Celestia’s pussy, Octavia.” She did, and spasmed hard again. Luna tugged harder and faster, now. “You know how wet and hot she is. You just need to dive waist-deep in, do you not?”

“Y-yes… no? Which answer lets me fuck her?” Octavia’s breath caught in her throat as her body flinched, but Luna did nothing but gently push down on her rigidity, aiming the flared tip down at her princess’s cunt.

With a little lick of her earlobe, Luna breathed: “You love my hand, now imagine diving all the way in and filling that pussy you just fingered. Don’t cum inside, you’re too precious.”

Suddenly, far too fast for Octavia to process, Luna thrusted both of her milk-toned hands forward, burying her intruding finger to the last knuckle and injecting Octavia’s thick member all the way into Celestia’s pink diamond.

A wailing duet drowned out a sinister little giggle. Octavia fell forward onto her pillared arms, her asshole spasming, her thick cock throbbing hard, hilted deep inside Princess Celestia’s tight, hot pussy. Luna rocked her, just one finger deep inside, and the twitching musician dropped again, her perfectly pointy nipples meeting her princess’s, Celestia’s considerably bigger breasts compressing and dampening her subject’s impact.

“Oh my fuckng goddess…” Octavia breathed into Celestia’s ear, her hands moving to the wide hips instantly. She breathed heavy, heavier than when she was full sprint, trying to escape death, heavier than her first awkward kiss, heavier than she ever had breathed before.

And then, Luna pulled her finger out, and with it, Octavia’s cock slipped out. Immediately, Luna shoved two back in, pushing Octavia forward and making the bulging, sensitive underside of her thick, blotched, flared, weird cock slide along Celestia’s drenched pussy lips, the clit especially. The entire tennis can was pinned between their bodies, stroked by her movements. Octavia breathed heavily, deep and quick, and felt her entire body go rigid, then melt instantly, tense up, then turn into jelly in undulating waves from her pubis, up her spine, through her shoulders, and it made her throw her head back. She screamed in ecstasy as she came.

Unlike any other spine-tingling, toe-curling, scream-in-a-pillow good orgasm she had had before, Octavia was a complete slave to the pleasure. Her new dick spurted like a super soaker, but the recoil the ensign felt up and down her core was like a shotgun blast, and she could feel her thick erection throb hard with each shot, like a pump-action cocking. She screamed, her fingernails unwittingly digging into Celestia’s soft skin. For the shortest eternity, Octavia’s mind was static, yet clear, precisely blown away, her pleasure sensors were overloaded and more.

When she could, she tried to speak, sweat pouring down her face and body in thick beads. Octavia kept sucking air, slowly becoming aware of both princesses: one was drenched, the other was beside herself with laughter. Octavia was too drained to be resentful.

Celestia, and the bed around her, was soaked in sperm. Thick white lines with many dripping pools rose and fell with the princess’s chest. Octavia released her death grip on Celestia’s thighs with a little apology, and they both relaxed, smiling. Since they began, this was the second real orgasm between the three, and what a climax. The junior woman looked to her new penis and found with a visual inspection, followed quickly by a physical one, that her coke-can thick penis was wet, sticky, and still completely hard.

Luna took the gag out of her sisters mouth. “This hardly seems necessary, now does it, girls?”

Obviously the most together and under pleasured of the three, Luna licked away the cummy-spitty mixture from the soft rubber around a steel core and clicked the kinky toy out of existence. Luna sat up on crossed legs and simply waited, watching with intent. “You two could use a second to catch your breath. Just relax, and we will continue. I cannot wait for our next round of fun.”

Octavia, suddenly aware of how drained she now was, laughed a little sigh and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She dropped again to her cum-covered princess and fuck-buddy. Octavia felt more strength with the closeness, uneasily smiling as she felt the sticky-sliminess of her ejaculate clinging to her own stomach and breasts. Still, she really liked feeling the hot, sticky stuff. For most of her life, penises had repulsed her in every way.

Celestia and Octavia swapped little kisses, licking up some of the semen and sampling it. The bitter taste turned Octavia off, at first, but the sexy situation made it a bit of an acquired taste. It wasn’t just bitter; her cum was sort of sour, salty, sweet, even. It was very unique, and Octavia knew the flavor would never be forgotten. She found herself kissing and licking and slurping all the way down to Celestia’s drenched chest. Once she had a thick mouthful of cum, Octavia ventured back to her partner’s mouth, sharing her salty, sticky, hot, pungent treat. The entire time, of course, her hungry hands were groping the slick-sticky, perky, full breasts, her hips grinding back and forth, slipping her cock around.

Luna remained a bystander for the moment, Octavia noticed, playing with her own strangely-shaped penis. She wondered when Luna had pulled that thing into this realm, but did not dwell on the matter. Octavia smiled wider as she swallowed Celestia’s hot breath. Her own dick remained rock hard, and she was ready for whatever mind-blowing fun Luna had in mind.

“Mmmm…” Octavia moaned out as her tight ass was groped. She watched Luna’s other hand closely as it stroked her penis, the tip sporting a thick white bead of what could only be precum. The sperm in her mouth presently was flooded with fresh saliva.

The ensign swallowed hard and stood on her knees, just like her unbound princess. “Luna…” was all she could think to say. She desired to beg for a taste of her dick, to please her, to do everything and anything, and of course another round inside of… well, either princess would be outstanding.

Her free ass said that and more. Luna slapped her, hard, then again even harder. Octavia clenched her teeth and felt her flesh jiggle after a third, vicious slap. Luna pushed her down onto all fours and stroked herself slowly.

“What now, miss Octavia?” Luna asked out loud. “You two make such a cute, kinky couple. I don’t think you should ever wish to have another tight little pussy to fuck.” With a click, Octavia felt a little pinch in her wrists and ankles.

She tried to pull her hands up to look, but instead pulled her chest down. Octavia found her wrists were shackled to a silver chain that ran under Celestia’s torso, constraining her under her princess. The ensign stood on her hands and knees to look back and found her ankles bound to a bar, spread wider than before. What was more surprising was Celestia’s feet were also tied, but much more tightly behind Octavia’s ass. This way, even if she wished to get up, Octavia was affixed to her princess.

A rude finger caught Octavia off guard, drawing a little shriek of surprise. “Like it?” Luna asked evilly. “I thought you would. Who wouldn’t love to be waist deep in Celestia, constantly? I know I would.” Luna slapped her subject right on the right cheek, which was starting to seriously sting, and slapped once more. “Go on, my little pony. Ride, ride! Hahaha!” Luna slapped her again, right in the same redding spot, and reached around for a handful of thick dick. “Ride my sister bareback like a fucking horse, Octavia. Feel her wet, raw cunt like most of Equestria dreams of doing. You could not believe the number of perverts who want a slice of her. Give her the thick, hot, hard dicking she deserves!”

Octavia began to scream as she was hit again, but her voice caught in her throat when she was guided to Celestia’s wet fuck-hole. She dipped her hips on her own, diving deep right away to the thick ring near the base.

Where Celestia's wetness caused Octavia's scream to catch in her throat, Octavia's relatively dry cock forced a deafening shriek out her own. It hurt, the thick, long penis was too dry, too hard, and way too fast. She could, and had, taken it and more, but not dry. She bit the blankets and groaned as Octavia's rock hard cock throbbed inside. Celestia could feel every inch pulse. It was so forceful.

Octavia's knees spread, sinking herself deeper, and squeezing an intruding finger from her other princess. Just the tip was in her anus, Luna's first finger, nearly deep enough that the rim covered Luna's nail. The ensign dropped her shoulders and heaved up, pulling out some, and flexed her abdomen. This sunk the few inches remaining all the way in, more gently bathing her huge erection with Celestia's juice.

"Goaah," the penetrated woman groaned, spitting the cloth out. Octavia gently rocked her whole body back and forth, back and forth, diving her long member slowly in and out, in and out, in and out again. They were both blissfully unaware of the third wheel, silently holding the new hot topic for their pleasure.

Princess Luna held fast, twitching and pushing her finger carefully into Octavia. They, Octavia and the older sister, humped with long, slow strokes, so forcing two fingers in was easy with a little lubrication. Three was tough, especially so without distracting Octavia too much.

Three, however, was good enough for now. Swiftly, Luna grabbed up Octavia by the neck with her free hand, standing her up tall on her knees. Luna took her own penis and forced herself up into the mind-numbingly tight, hot asshole she had been warming up.