A group of beautiful young women from earth are kidnapped by Celestia and made love slaves for Equestria's stallions
Kirsten Vox is a hot young a-list actress, whose career is suddenly taking a spiraling dive with divorce and drugs, when she is visited by a strange cloaked pony and transported to Equestria, but it is her arrival in Queen Celestia's court that her and a host of 72 other beautiful women, hoof-picked from across the world by Celestia herself, realizes that their lives are about to change. This series of intense clop stories follows her and her companions' experiences.
WARNING: story contains rape and abuse of human females, wierd and bizarre fetishes, tyrannical and sadistic Princesses, and ridicule and satire of bronies. anything else?
Introduction: A Message from The Star Queens of Equestria: We Have Your Women and We're Not Giving Them Back (Until We've Had Our Fun With Them)
A Live Broadcast Message from the Royal Chambers of Her Majesty Queen Celestia and Luna, Canterlot Capitol, Equestria, regarding the 72 women, many of high-profile status, suddenly found missing across Earth, broadcast live On all of earth's airwaves on January 21, 2012
Greetings and salutations, horsefuckers of Earth dimension. It is us, The Star Queens of Equestria, Queen Celestia and Queen Luna. Yes, I know about your world and your people. Alot more about you than you could imagine, and far more than I wanted to know, for certain. I've seen your disturbing art, read your ghastly fanfictions, heard your blithering dubstep remixes of my very own voice and seen your cringe-wrenching message board posts. I can even peer into your deepest, dirtiest thoughts. All I can say is, you demented jigglefucks! I can clearly you vile shaved apes want nothing more than to ravish every last one of our women, despite our vast physiological, cultural, and taxonomical differences. It burns within your basest urges. I only hoped your filthy thoughts would forever stay trapped with you, safely locked away in your dimension.
But no. It just couldn't be that simple and carefree. One of you filthy neckbeards had to go and sneak into the CERN supercollider with that book of witchcraft, all three of Ron Paul's horcruxes, and utter those four magic words that reopened the ancient rift, blowing a big fat hole from your shithole dimension to ours. And the rest is history. Our first meeting was tense, worrisome, but soon political tensions eased, By which I mean I came in peace, you guys in turn promptly informed me of your militaries and your puny fusion reaction bombs, and I in turn responded that I come in peace, and I move a fucking star through the sky every day with my horn, and threw my sister into the moon for a thousand years for trying to stop me. Peace ensued. All dangers of crossed dimensions dismissed, and integration between our two races soon followed. Of course, this meant nearly every last one of your world's so-called "bronies" packed up and migrated, going straight for our women. I should have stopped them right then and there, I should have banished these interlopers to the moon, but alas, some of our mares have taken kindly to your race, and to destroy those they profess to love in turn would be wrong.
But you see, being a race that has lived in harmony and balance with very few males and many females for eons, our mares just couldn't say no to all the new exotic males suddenly coming into their world delivering roses and chocolates to their doorsteps, worshipping their every step. Now, thanks to your species' voracious males, we may go extinct! So many mares have run off with reproductively incompatible hominid partners now that there are far fewer still taking up with stallions to breed! Meanwhile, your dimension's women show no interest in either our stallions, or even in your own men! Come on! Take some of these flabby neckbeards back already! You don't want them either, do you? . Thanks a lot! Maybe if you threw them a bone every now and then they wouldn't be 'jumping the dimensional fence' to go fuck all my little ponies! But, interestingly enough, similar to how your men have a strangely intoxicating love of our mares, I've seen some our stallions taking an eye to your dimension's women. Unlike with your dimension's men and our mares, however, the feeling is not commonly mutual. Yes, there are some stallions who would try to leave for your shores, and perhaps some women may want them, but I simply can't afford to lose what few stallions we have, so I must forbid them leaving Equestria and taking up with human women as wives. We would die out overnight. You must understand, we can spare a few mares, they must be allowed free will to explore what's out there if they wish, they are the brave explorers and breadwinners of our great civilization, but our stallions are our lifeblood, the seed of our future!
So I devised a brilliant plan. I will show your dimension how Equestrian royalty protects the long-term interest and purity of her subjects! If your dimension's men are going to have their way with our women, then it is only fair that we must return the favor, whether the offer is mutually welcomed or not!
I have sent agents into your dimension and have captured and taken on board some "special guests". I have hoof-picked a few of your world's most beautiful, attractive, and esteemed women and taken them into my abode. My castle is now host to a "private army" of some of the most desirable women from your dimension. Yes, they're all here now, typical lot, supermodels, "Miss Universes" from different years (seriously, you're not even going to look beyond your own planet before declaring some backwater rube from Kentucky the fairest being in the universe?), movie stars, tv personalities, porn stars, bartenders, middle school teachers, strippers (exempted the c-sectioned ones, which really narrowed it down) and a few stuck up hipster chicks (but only if they agree to keep their horn rim glasses on no matter what) We also raided a few trailer parks of their daughters. Yes, there's a certain beauty to the unrefined that drives some stallions wild. These girls came from various walks of life, but now they must look forward to their new lives, their new purpose. I have chosen 72 individuals for the first group, the first foray into this grand experiment.
It is now their utmost duty to care for and appease any desire our stallions have for them. Yes, I suppose your butthurt dimension might call it “human trafficking” but come on, get over your petty “modern” ideals, learn to be open-minded and respectful of other cultures, capturing our rivals' women is still an accepted thing over here, okay? And if you don't respect our culture's diverse and exotic beliefs in sex slavery, you're RACIST. See? Ha! you can no longer argue with me, I win! Yes, so here they are, all dressed up, well, dressed down actually, (appropriate attire for the region, notice how much clothing we tend to wear) and oh so pretty and ready to meet their happy stallions!
So it is to be understood that these new, "stewardesses of her majesty's subjects' desires" (gotta work on that title) are absolutely not to be treated as wives or esteemed partners by their new stallion masters. They are, figuratively, and, sometimes literally, sex toilets. Their role is Not a very high status in our society, but an utterly necessary one in these times I'm afraid, and in that there is honor. They are required to, without any question or hesitation, perform any act of physical pleasure for their stallion, no matter how degrading or undesirable. They may be used by their stallion, or by any mare in the company of the stallion, as they wish, as long as it does not result in the long-term illness, permanent and irreversible injury, or death of the stewardess. They are to be used, primarily, as romantic instigators between our stallions and mares, to help reinvigorate and excite our happy couples for proper mating, to "spice things up" for the both of them, ensuring better ovulation! And yes, importantly, they may be used by the stallions for various extra non-procreative, less desirable, often more degrading releases of tension that mares may not willing to partake in. Hence the term “sex toilets” (I love that term!) But in all of these acts, a stewardess must take great care of her master, please him and make him happy, and if she does these things in good faith, she will be well rewarded. Do not worry, great harm will not come to my stewardesses. The stallion may be her master, he may have his way with her, but he too has a responsibility to take good care of his living jizzrag. These girls are first and foremost property of the Star Queens, and we take good care of our posessions.
Verily, Let it be known, Stewardess, your stallion will take good care of you, on my throne I swear I will see to it he does, and if you too take good care of your master, you will be well rewarded. You are now in the service of the Star Queens, as Stewardesses of Her Royal Majesty's Subjects.
All Hail her Majesty Queen Celestia and Queen Luna!
transmission ends
Chapter 1: The Whiskey, the Pills and the 1-Way Trip to Magical Horsie Land
Kristina Vox's life was crashing and burning before her eyes. She was facing the devastating fallout from a divorce with her husband of only 4 months, the A-list teen hearththrob Dude Doucherson, after he had discovered her sordid affair with Schubert Gay, the director of her latest film, Transformpires 2. Transformpires 2 was Kristina's greatest leading role yet, a 300 million dollar blockbuster film about sparkling vampire robots who hide in plain sight by disguising themselves as everyday ordinary werewolves, but she can only fall in love with and date one of them to save the earth from the all-ching, a mysterious cube that turns everything into shitty Hasbro merchandise.
Kristina got the lead role, and Schubert Gay got his blowjob, it was win-win. But her new husband Dude Doucherson was not happy with that business decision. A swirling torrent of other bad decisions and skipped paperwork over the past year would leave her without any settlement, and completely bankrupt. Kristina was in deep debt, and her rehab clinic wouldn't stop calling her. She sat on a bench outside Warnyourmother Studios. Director Guillotino Del Cornhol had just taken her to see him in his office, and had just broken the news that her contract was broken and someone else had been chosen for the lead role in what was to be her next biggest film, Little Bo Peep: Frakenstein Huntress. She was now out of a job.
She dug through her purse in agitation and grabbed her flask, downing a gulp of burning amber fuck-it juice. She sealed and put it back, then slowly looked at her bottle of pills at the bottom of her purse. She began to think dark thoughts to herself, fondling the pill bottle, when suddenly she heard an odd clopping sound coming towards her from down the sidewalk. She shut her purse and looked around, and saw a strange visitor approaching her. It was a horse. Or, it was like a horse, at least, but not a horse-like horse which sane, rational humans were comfortably familiar with, but a half-adorable, half terrifying mutant horse, with monstrous eyes, a rounded forehead, and a tiny nose, features which were bizarrely and uncannily infantile and humanlike, an alien life form.
'Oh God. It's one of those freaky anime horses from the other side of that opened up rift world of alien life I briefly something heard about on the news.' She thought. Was it one of those things, possibly? She wracked her brain trying to remember the details of that forever world-changing event that had constantly been on the news she never bothered watching. 'Nah... that can't be right... this must be a lingering hallucination from Whitney Houston's hotel room party the other night. That lady's gotta slow down, she's not gonna last much longer at that rate'. she reasoned to herself.
The hallucination came closer, eyeing her with a warm smile on his cute wittle face. He wasn't just passing by.
This quadrupedal bratz doll-eyed marshmallow-fleshed unicorn wore a cloak that shimmered like stardust, and had light pastel orange skin, with a light greenish-blue mane.
'Aww, he's so adorable! I didn't already just take one of these pills, did I?" Kristina wondered to herself, trying to remember as she picked up and rattled the bottle against her ear.
The thin then spoke to her, startling her a bit. "Welcome, friend. I come bearing good news. Your life is about to change. You have been chosen to come with me to the land of Equestria."
"Hey, I already paid you guys my dues this month! Wait... which trendy celebrity religious cult are you from again?", she asked him, trying to act casual, in case he really was just a nutty human and she was only hallucinating him to be a talking cartoon horse.
"Come, Kristina Vox of Hollywood. The royal court of the star Queens awaits you. Here, grab my hoof.", said the cute little toy horsie-in-a-blanket, lifting his hoof up to her.
"Eew, I'm not gonna touch your hoof, you were just walking barefoot down Hollywood boulevard! There's gotta be hobo DNA all over you!", Kristina said, reeling away from him.
The unicorn rolled his eyes.
"Very well then." the horse said listlessly, pulling out a strange device from a pocket in his cloak.
It looked like some sort of dodecahedron covered in tiny horns. Kristina stoop up and backed away, but the thing began to let out a high pitched whistling noise, like air escaping from a pinched baloon, but reverberating like a helicopter, and suddenly her surroundings, the bench, the concrete sidewalk, all turned to glass and became formless and dark. She fell backwards, disoriented, and flew through a tunnel of light and sound, a vortex of blocked youtube videos, 404'd threads, and uninspired digital art, accompanied by a cacophanous racket of squeaky, obnoxious voices remixed into dubstep rhythms. It was like getting sucked down a black hole of autism. She clasped her ears and shut her eyes tight, when she suddenly landed on cool grass.
She righted herself and stumbled to her feet, picking up her purse. She was in the spacious courtyard garden of a shimmering castle under a pale blue sky. She looked around, but the orange cloaked horse wasn't around. There were others, random women, all around her, also getting up, shaking themselves off, reeling with shock, trying to reorient themselves after also apparently falling down through some disorienting ride. Several had been there a bit longer than a few seconds and seemed to be wandering aimlessly around, taking in the scenery. All of them women, for some reason. Aside from the small crowd of women, Kristina saw more freaky colored cartoon horse things. They stood about silently against stone walls around the perimeter of the courtyard. These horsies wore brassy and silvery plate armor, and held pikes in the air, and didn't move much, mainly just looked forward unblinkingly, but a couple's eyes moved past them as they went by.
A woman in a deep blue reporter's overcoat and skirt stood about ten feet away. She was holding a microphone with a number '5' on it, and was just standing there looking around just like her. “Funny all this, isn't it?”, she said rather casually, glancing back at her. She had a strong southern English accent, not that Kristina knew specifically it was southern English.
"Where are we?", Kristina asked bewilderedly.
"Yes, a very pressing question right now, I think we're all wondering that. Just an educated guess from what I know as a reporter on some recent world events, I'd say we're right in the capitol of those bonkers horse aliens from that television program that got all mixed up with our reality through that interdimensional rift.", she said.
"Goddamnit.", Kristina swore. “What the fuck?!”, she broke down, grinding her hands around in her dark hair. "How did we get here?", she squealed.
"Your guess is as good as mine! One second I'm doing an everday report on the lack of proper needlebanks in Soho, report's a wrap, when this bloody talking pink horse with freaky eyes comes up to me in a wierd cloak, shakes my hand, says some rubbish about a 'questra' or something, suddenly, here."
"Oh, yeah. I was hoping that wasn't real. Mine was orange.", Kirsten said, her heart sinking. Was this all real after all?
“Hey...” The reporter said, “aren't you... Kristina Vox! Impossible! It's an honor to meet you! Marissa Pilkington, Channel 5 Edmonton.” the pretty red-haired woman said, habitually holding up a microphone with one hand and shaking her hand with the other. “I never thought I'd meet someone like you... somewhere like, this...” She suddenly looked down at her mic, and around herself. “Well not much use in this for now, I guess.” she looked around, and just stuck the microphone in her coat pocket.
“What do we—BWMHH...” she belched a little, “What do we do now?”, Kristina asked.
Marissa shrugged. “Just go with it, I guess.” she said.
Some of the women were beginning to walk towards the castle. Instead of more of the ominous armored sentinel horses, towards the front of the courtyard there was a female horse thing with a dark grey coat and a white mane with red and gold highlights, waving them all towards her. Kristina cringed at her color scheme.
"Welcome, guests! Please, everyone, make your way to the castle and you will be further directed in the grand royal hall.", the clash-colored mare said enthusiastically.
They followed her direction and passed through a couple more courtyards until they came towards the massive facade of what was clearly a grand hall entrance, a huge, impressive front wall with vast wooden double doors which opened as they approached, flanked by a few female horses who had joined their group to direct them.
“So, why are we here?”, Kristina asked the mare nearest to her.
“You're here to serve, and be served.”, she said with a smile.
“But I didn't sign up for anything like this!”
“Oh you didn't have to.”, she curtly responded. “You're all perfect enough for the task, the Star Queens assigned you for it!”
In the grand entrance chamber of the magnificently inordinate castle they gathered, what seemed like close to a hundred women, gathered more tightly together, Kristina and Marissa looked around themselves at their gathering, all fairly young, and, all, very beautiful.
They waited a few moments, facing a grand staircase.
A delicate, beautiful white horse, wearing a golden crown and bulky neckpiece approached, soon followed by a deep night blue horse, they stood together at the first dais of the staircase. Their hair, having the color schemes of tacky easter decorations, shimmered and glowed like plasma. Kristina noticed they had both wings and horns too. She shook herself, trying to stay caught up with the stream of continuing mindfuck assaulting her every passing minute.
The white horse spoke.
"Welcome, beloved guests of our Queendom! I am Queen Celestia--” “--And I am Queen Luna.” the dark horse said. “You have all been summoned here to heed the call of a great distress in our world. For you see, our kind, our race, our very world, is at great risk of decline and extinction. Six months ago, a rift was opened up, forever changing our world and yours, and creating a connection between our two worlds that-- “
Kristina's attention drifted in an out, her buzz from the flask she took a swig from was really catching up to her now. From then on out she missed most of Celestia and Luna's speech.
“--for our own women are now leaving us in pursuit of your men. So now, you all must fullfill a duty of great importance and devotion. You are all given new lives to serve as stewards of our people, as--"
Kristina wasn't forming any sense from the speech, only hearing key phrases like "great sacrifices" and "pleasing your master” and “giving into your stallion's every need”.
'Ah great. Another Kabbalah sermon. Why do I always somehow end up at these things after a major bender?', Kristina thought, huffing air up into her bangs, hearing nothing of the words from the two horses that all of the other women were now beginning to react to very emotionally to, holding their hands to their mouths in shock.
“OH, JUST PASS OUT THE E-METERS ALREADY SO WE CAN GO HOME EARLY, I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!”, Kristina yelled out, heckling the two queens of Equestria in a drunken stupor. The other women gasped and looked at her, then back at the princesses in terror. Marissa grabbed Kristina by the shoulders and pushed her down a bit so her head was hidden in the crowd. “What are you doing?Are you drunk?!”she hissed. Kristina grinned and nodded back at Marissa from under her arms. HhhhYeeeeeaaaaah.” she snickered. The room had fallen deathly silent. The qeens had briefly paused, and turned their heads toward Kristina's spot in the crowd, expressions unchanging. The sister queens exchanged a quick smirk between each other and continued on with their speech.
"Your lives are now to begin again anew, you are to be re-foaled this day. Worry not now of any painful burden from Earth, for your old life is but a fading memory. All of your troubles, cares, worries and stresses are gone from you. You now have only one responsibility in life-- to live a life of unending, limitless pleasure, to give it unyieldingly to your stallion masters, and, yes, to recieve it, and welcome it.", Celestia said conclusively.
Along with Kristina's oblivious drunken heckling, the room erupted into a crescendo of women wailing and screaming in protest. The crowd of them, 72 in all now began to realize their true fate, some huddled down and wept, some pulled at their hair in maddening anguish, many pointed fingers and raised fists threateningly towards the Queens, yelling in fearful defiance.
“YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!”
“WE HAVE RIGHTS! WE'RE AMERICANS!”
“OUR COUNTRY WILL COME FOR US! THEY'LL KICK YOUR FAT HORSESE'S ASSES!”
“I'M FROM CANADA, BUT THEY'LL HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS TOO, YOU KNOW!”
“I'M FROM NORTH KOREA, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAVING ME!”
“I don't understand...”, the white horse queen said in a bristling tone. “ Why are so many of you unhappy with this? I hoof-picked each and every one of you, all 72 of you, yes, partly because of your great beauty, but also because nearly all of you were at luck's end. We saw your emotions. You were already unhappy! With everything about your lives! You thought about killing yourselves even! This is a second chance for you... All of you! Equestria needs you, I have called on you to serve it, it is a chance for you all to rejuvinate a zest to life which you had all but lost. Why, many of you were on the brink of suicide when my agents found you, If you had not been taken here, you might have ended it already! I may have saved your lives this day. THINK. ABOUT. THAT. She said, the last three words echoing across the grand hall in silence. Kristina looked about herself with embarrassment, not that everyone around her knew just what she had been doing on that bench, but that calling-out directed at them all made her feel ashamed. She looked around hoping no one suspected of her, but all the other women were also looking about themselves the same way, with that same insecure look. Marissa even was looking down at the floor. What was going on in their lives? What were all of these women around her hiding? Were they all like her?
"...Very well Now, it is time for us to freshen up after your long journeys here. Come come, let's discard of those shabby old world clothing on your backs, and change into some more traditional garb, after all, you're Equestrians now! When in Canterlot, do as the... Canterlo--... as ponies from Canterlot do!", the white horse queen declared, stomping her hoof twice.
Magical plasmid energy flow out of the horns of the two queens, which formed a swirling pink and blue cloud which washed over the entire crowd of women. Screams, and shrieks erupted from throughtout their crowd, as the magical energy surrounding them began to tug at their clothes, and against their fighting and holding down their shirts and pants and skirts and dresses, it effortlessly disrobed them. Kristina's shirt stetched out and began to pull upwards, when she tried to hold it to her front by her arms a split formed up the back of the shirt, and it slipped by the sleeves off her arms. Ditto for her jeans. She was lifted a foot off the ground, and they too both slipped right off the ends of her feet. She yelped as her purse too was yanked from her hands. Marissa, now half-naked, along with everyone else in the room, tried in vain to hold onto her Channel 5 microphone, but it too slipped away. Kristina felt her bra unclip and her purple panties slipping down, and off her feet. A sea of women's clothes sailed into the air and "swam" about in a great cloud above their heads. When dropped back to the ground, all stark naked, they all tried in vain to jump up and catch them, some flew and dangled only just above their reach. Kristina scowled over at Celestia and Luna and saw them snickering as they flexed their magical energy to raise and lower bits of clothing while they jumped at it, they were playing keep-away with them. The storm of clothes elongated and soared like a flock of birds down a lofty hallway. The women now all stood together naked as jaybirds, feebly trying to hide themselves with their arms, blushing like tomatoes and avoiding eye contact with each other.
"As you can all see,” said the queens, “we ponies don't exactly dress too heavily, and now, neither shall you. Don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to hide here, and nor do we. Embrace your new freedom! And get ready for tonights' activities, for tonight, you girls will be born again as our new honarary mares!”
Ch. 1.5 The Baptism (wtf factor, kinda watersportsy)
“Okay girls, a rite of passage you must complete as honorary equestrian mares is a bit of a baptismal sort of ritual. You must now pass through the falls to be cleansed. As a new mare, there are many new things you must learn about pleasing a stallion. One of the first is in courtship, a mare winks at the stallion, and then urinates, allowing him to smell her and know she is in estrus. You all must too learn this behavior. And to show that you're all ready to be there for your master, you will pass through the two streams of I and my sister, so you will be cleansed with the essence of the royal decree.
Audible moans of confusion murmered through the crowd.
On the dais the queens both stood, the stairs below began to split apart, sliding into the wall, and a walkway opened up through the middle of it, with a vaulted stone archway at the entrance. the two sisters did some sort of turnabout ritual dance, gyrating and spinning and swinging their haunches. A music played from somewhere unkown, and their horns created a show of light around them as they danced that made it strangely hypnotic. As the dance wore on, they turned and swayed, then stuck their rear ends towards the center walkway between them. They then held still, and lifted their tails in the air, swinging them up and over their flanks, their docks curled over backwards, exposing tender black lines of their anuses running down to their marehoods. and let out two mighty streams of urine shot out across the walkway, it cascaded with a splash onto the floor and exited through grates. Their magic from their horns took effect on it and the thick, foamy dark streams fanned out and formed a complete curtan, cascaded and fell in a perfect sheet right behind the arch. It began to change colors, and shimmer with light.
As this display unfolded women began to scream and wail again in shock.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!”
“WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!!!!”
“WHAT DERANGED FREAK CAME UP WITH THIS SHIT?” someone screamed right in Kristina's ear. She picked at her ear on that side. That was weird, all right, but in her stupor, Kristina actually thought that was kind of cool. She wished she still had her flask on her. What a thing to watch while drinking. And the light show of the waterfall was pretty looking. The other women's reactions were starting to kill her buzz, though.
The other women threw their arms over their heads and some started to run away, to no avail. The doors of the castle were all shut tight, the perimeter of the chamber surrounded by a sort of force-field so no halls could be accessed. The girls backed away. Kristina didn't notice. She ended up standing by herself in front of the rest of the crowd that had backed away.
"Kristina Vox of Hollywood, California, Thank you so much for volunteering as the first new mare. Take the first steps in your new life!", the sisters boomed. She looked around herself, the whole room looked about curiously. No one moved. Afraid of what might happen if she hesitated any longer, she proceeded forward, butt naked, the whole room's attention fell on her. Towards the arch, stopping right before it, and muttering, 'What the fuck ever, at least I know now this trip can't get any wierder.'
She expected to be passing through a disgusting wall of urine, but instead she just felt like she had passed through a cool waterfall. It didn't just not have a smell, it was sweet-smelling. A tingling, cooling, soothing sensation filled her as she passed through it. This trip is too real, man! When is gonna fade? Her hair was pressed against her, it was in her nose and ears. It was dripping from her breasts and pubic hairs. But it didn't smell like urine, it was just like ordinary water, but it felt even better somehow, a healing, soothing, cooling feeling came over her. She didn't feel dirty, she felt... even cleaner than before. She passed through it, not knowing where it would lead, and found herself suddenly facing Queen Luna and Celestia right in front of her! She looked behind her self and back at them. The curtain made a portal to the staircase dais behind them. Turned backwards to be peeing in the walkway, they were faced her as she came through it, and welcomed her. “Well done, my little mare. Off you go, now!” Kristina walked back down to the crowd, and seeing how she was, they felt safe to proceed. Marissa looked deeply worried about her, and came and hugged her. She turned around and went next.
More names began to be called out. Fortunately, once all the girls got the gist of it, the rest went through alot faster, no indivual name reading, just a conga line of naked chicks walking through a magical piss curtain.
Chapter 2: Their First Evening in Canterlot: The Golden Tail Ceremony, the Mingling and the Passion Spell
The stairs closed back up and the queens faced them again.
“Now, my little mares, as our subjects, as Equestrians, as stewardesses of our throne, I annoint you all with a special gift. You must treasure it and always hold onto it. It will hang forever at your waist. And become a part of you.” said Luna.
Assistant mares entered the chamber from a side door and brought out several chests, and dropped them in front of the stairs.
“Each of you, come forward, and receive your tails.”
The women looked at each other in confusion, trying to avoid looking down at each other's nakedness. Kristina stumbled forward and became the first one in line. The mares opened the first chest and took from it a brilliant, shimmering gold strand of intricate metal chainwork. It was like a horse's tail, with the finest spun gold for the hairs, festooned with pearls and jewels along its length. “Oooh so pree—hic-tty”, she said, hoping no one heard the hiccup. They all did. The mare handed it to her, and Kristina awkwardly held it and let its chains flop around, not knowing where to hold it from and dropped it. The mares helped pick it up for her and show her how to tie the main strand around her waist and fascent the clasp. The tail swung gracefully from her hips behind her butt. She smiled and swayed her hips a bit, doing a brief hula dance with her hips, raising her arms above her head like a bellydancer, and watched the tail shimmer and rattle while looking over her shoulder. The mare looked down at her and blushed a bit.
“Very good!”, the mare said. Luna and Celestia both looked down from their spot at Kristina and blushed too. “I like her.”, Luna whispered in her sister's ear. “Think I could put in for her for a night?” “Don't worry, sister, we'll both be able to put quite a bit in for her later.” “Oh, sis, you're so crude!”
“This will be one of your only posessions now. We hope you treasure it always. It is a part of you now.” they announced. Kristina held her tail in her hands, it now had a completely new meaning to her.
After everyone had been given and put on their tails, they were taken to their wing in the castle, and shown their housing, allowed to clean up, and they mingled with some of the assistant mares of the castle.
As the late afternoon wore on, They were called back down to the main hall for what was to be their first introduction to Canterlot's awaiting Stallions. They were all very nervous.
“Gentlecolts, come forth! Meet my new mares, fresh recruits, ready and willing to meet you!”, she said invitingly.
From all the hallways surrounding them came a raucous, excited whinnies and nickers of a massive group of stallions, nearly as large as their group. Almost. The horses approached, the women crowded around and crunched together in fear. The horses surrounded them, flanking them and encircling them, but then stopped, looking unsure what to do next. They looked up to Celestia for assurance.
"Don't be afraid, my darlings, go! Mingle!”, she said, flicking her gold-tipped hoof at them.
'Mingle? ...Really?' Kristina thought as stallions began to walk towards them and mix their way into their crowding mass.
One stallion with a wavy heliotrope mane and butterscotch skin approached him and stood awkwardly for a moment before stuttering an attempt at conversation.
"H—Hey, You're that girl from those Earth movies! Hey... I just want you to know I admire your work. I loved The Revengers!"
"Oh, eh, Actually I wasn't in that.." Kristina said.
"Oh... you weren't The Assasin Bug in that?" he said in a deflated tone.
"No, I think she was played by Harllotte Bojansen.” she explained.
"Oh. ...W-well just the same. I like movies and things, which you're in some of, and that's really neat!" he said with a weak smile.
"Yeah..."
His eyes darted to the side and he suddenly shimmied past her to talk to other girls.
These stallions were a bore, no personality to any of them. It was almost like they lived in a society where they weren't required to say much. They were oddly pacificist, shy and awkward. The women were all worried they were about to be pounced upon and ravaged by a hundred furiously aroused stallions, but instead they were having awkward conversations, standing around naked save for gold horse tails, with socially inept, possibly austistic stallions. No wonder their queen said they were going extinct. Who would have thought their world's stallions were just like Earth's bronies.
Upon the stands, the two queens looked down over the crowd, one looked particularly disappointed.
"Luna, this isn't working! You said there would be a massive orgy to break them all in!”, Celestia said demandingly.
"No, I said there'd be some mingling, to introduce them to our court's gentlestallions.”, Luna responded.
Celestia looked out seethingly. “They're just awkwardly standing around outside the group rubbing their hooves together!"
"Well yes, that's pretty much mingling.”
"Well it needs to move faster! Go get her.”
"My sister Queen, she doesn't like it when we use her power for these sorts of things."
"Why, what better does she have to do?"
"Well, plan for her wedding, for one, investigate on the strange magical signals emanating from the north, for another, recuperate from that attack on her convoy last week--,”
"--Go get her!", Celestia hissed.
After a few minutes of awkward conversation with the stallions she had talked with randomly, Kristina looked upat the dais and noticed Luna had left. A few minutes later she looked up and noticed her returning, with a third 'alicorn', as she had learned the double mythical creatures were called. This one was light pink colored, with a purply, pinkish-maroon curled mane, and a half-purple tinge to her wings, and of course another chintsy looking tiara, but she looked... pissed about something. Really annoyed to be there.
Luna and Celestia appeared to talk to her for a moment, and she looked out over the crowd, and her eyes went wide. Kristina looked up at her worriedly as her eyes went from wide and astonished looking, to suddenly narrow, with a small, wicked smirk. What was she thinking about? What were they about to do?
Kristina looked around herself to see if anyone else was watching them. A few other women did with some limited curiosity, while most others looked to be fighting off sleep in conversation with their stallion party guests, oblivious. Kristina looked up and saw it before she felt it. An electric, pinkish aura of glowing plasma slowly emanated from the pink alicorn's horn, and spread out like a gaseous cloud. Then she felt it. The stallion she was talking with felt it as well. In the middle of talking about his last doctors visit for an enflamed frog, he suddenly stopped talking, and just beamed at her. Kristina too looked into his eyes. A second ago she was bored and disinterested in him, thought he was the dullest invidual she'd ever met, now, she suddenly saw him in a new light. She stared into his eyes with passion, she filled with a warmth from being with him, and she began to feel fluttery in several places. She noticed his cute mane, his fuzzy ears she wanted to caress, his gorgeous bright eyes, his impressive equine frame. Before he even made a move, Kristina herself reached to him and grabbed him behind the head and pulled herself into him. They began to kiss passionately, both a bit taken aback by their own impulses, but both immediately in tune. So weird! Just earlier in the day she thought these creatures were distasteful, now, she was passionately in love with one of them, and now sharing her first kiss with one. His tongue was wide and thick. His teeth were straight and flat, his breath, like a fresh mowed lawn. She tongue wrestled with him, running her fingers through his mane, pressing forward onto him until they tumbled back. They now rolled on the floor in their passions, Kristina astride him. His jacket was ruffled and on the floor, his had monacle fallen off, the chain wrapped around his neck. Kristina rubbed and massaged at his heaving chest, and moved lower. Things were moving so fast! But the tumult of passion exploded through her head from the pink mist which seemed to surround her, fill all her senses. Kristina knew it was time. She bent down on all fours, and presented herself to the gentlestallion like a mare in estrus.
Luna looked out worriedly at the unfolding debauchery.
“Cadance, I think you should turn the spell down a bit, they're not ready for full-on rutting just yet, they need time to condition themselves at training throughout the week!” said Luna.
Cadance didn't even seem to notice Luna was there. Her eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, her mouth curled into a wicked grin, she was even biting down on her lip. Red swirls of passionate magic mist surrounded her head and horn.
“Celestia, say something to her!”
“Oh, let Cadance have a little fun.” Celestia said.
“But these humans are fragile! And with Cadance's spell the stallions will be so furiously aroused they'll stamp and tear them to pieces!” Luna insisted.
“Oh, allright. Cadance, lessen the spell... Cadance... CADANCE, HELLO?...” Celestia repeated, waving her hoof in front of Cadance's face.
The stallion roused himself, a mile-wide smile on his face, and rested one hoof on Kristina's buttocks, then another. Suddenly, with a loud crack, the mist withdrew. A room full of women and stallions dusted themselves off, stood back up, and looked around in confusion, then at each other in embarrassment.
“STOP! THAT'S.... Quite enough!”, announced Luna in a rather panicked tone to the room. “Allright everyone, I'm glad you all got to have a good... introduction tonight, Good to know you're so comfortable in each other's company now... There will be plenty of time now for you all to get... better acquainted with each other... but for now, let us retire for the evening. Gentlestallions, today's events are now over. Goodnight, everyone!”
The stallions all nickered and harumphed in disappointment, and bowed politely in dismissal to their respective woman whom they had been just previously on the verge of furiously ravaging. They turned and headed out the front castle door.
Chapter 2.5 - Private Lessons with the Queens (HORSESEX STARTS HERE)
"Allright, a slight change of plans. No orgy yet with Canterlot's eager and waiting gentlecolts until you're better acclimated after tomorrow's training and conditioning. For tonight, let's just get you all comfortable with your new profession by having an all girl's night!”, Luna announced.
“LET US MAKE WAY TO THE ROYAL CHAMBERS FOR THE OFFICIAL FIRST COMSUMMATIONAL BEDDING OF OUR NEW MARES!”
“Party in our room! Woooooooooooooo!”, Celestia added rousingly, twirling a hoof in the air.
The 72 girls all looked at each other standing around naked, save for golden horse tails swinging at their backsides, and shrugged. They followed the two royal mares down the cavernous sidehalls.
Their bedchamber was enourmous. Two vast beds sat side by side at its end, pushed together, their curtains pulled back. Their backboards rose twenty feet into the air, and each one was covered in incricate wood carvings that looked like reliefs of Equestrian history, one having a prominent sun carved in the middle, the other a great cresent moon. There was easily room for 72 women and two horses to stand gathered around the beds.
“First off,”, Celestia said from in front of their beds, “no one can be approved suitable stewards to my stallions unless she first proves her ability to me and my sister. Now, each one of you must prove yourselves to me. 5 at a time may pleasure me at once, 5 may pleasure my sister.” She hopped onto her bed, pranced across the sheets and laid down on her back, beckoning the girls to her with a wave of her hoof.
Kristina and Kathy stuck together, and walked towards the two Queens. Celestia eyed Kristina, her expression clearly showed she wanted her first Her eyebrows snapped at her seductively. As soon as Kristina approached, Celestia greedily pulled her in close for a voracious kiss, her equine tongue lapping up and down and Kristina's face like she was some sort of human pop. Kristina's dark banks stood up from cowlicks. The sun horse's tongue invaded her mouth, lurching its way in and exploring every crevace, even making Kristina gag a bit on it as it tickled her uvula. It was slimy and warm. Celestia's mouth was sweet and flavorful, her kiss tasted like honey and thyme. Celestia moaned and huffed with increasing arousal from using Kristina's body, her fragrant breath puffing against her face through her nostils as her tongue wrestled with hers.
A golden shoe-clad hoof reached down and fondled her breasts, and then caressed her slowly towards her crotch. Even for something so hard as a hoof, Celestia had an incredibly soft touch with it. Celestia's whole head moved lower, licking and suckling down Kristina's bare skin, stopping on her breasts for a bit, then moving down her belly. Kristina reeled as she felt Celestia's the skillful tonguework in her cunt. Her brain filled with sparks and excited glee from getting her womanhood eaten by royalty, even if that royalty was a horse. To Kristina's embarassment, within seconds she came to an orgasm, and the white horse queen looked up at her and laughed.
"Well you were just ready to pop, now weren't you?", she said, licking Kristina's juices off her muzzle.
Soon Celestia moved onto another girl, and without even saying anything pointed down with a free hoof, letting Kristina know it was now her turn to serve her queen. Kristina went red. Here? Now? It was time. She would now have her first experience doing something that truly felt like rape. This great female horse was going to make her give her cunnilingus. She looked around. The other girls were busy licking and caressing away at every inch of Celestia's lithe body, tongues running along lightly white-furred skin, obviously black underneath, lips puckering and making little kisses along her neck and face. Two girls tittilatted the teats of her odd, udder-like crotch-oriented breasts. They looked up at her, and darted their eyes towards her awaiting snatch, beckoning her to fill her place. Kristina got down low on the cusions and looked at the now up close enourmous looking cunt. It was... well, like a horse's vagina, white, thin fur stopped and turned to bare, black skin around an impressively sized labia, curving into a “u” shape at the bottom, (or, since she was laid on her back, at the top) around a large clitoris. Even more strange, it was winking at her. It opened and closed like an eager mouth waiting to be fed, which disturbed Kristina.
“Don't be afraid. It won't bite you that hard!” Celestia said down at her breathily between slurping at another slave's crotch. She bent down, resting her hands on the warm, splayed out legs of the queen and ran her tongue along the gulch between the quivering lips of the star queen's cunt, feeling each sensitive twitch, each muscle's movement responding to her tongue, a much more muscular array than any human's, not that Kristina had ever eaten out another human before... (okay, maybe one time but some college experimentation doesn't count, right?) She worked fast, sucking on its impressive clitoris, tickling its tip until she was being squirted with a wash of nectary ejaculate.
"UNGFLGL—I, Hey, Well done, my little mare! That's only my 5th today, you're the first human who's ever made me cum! Very well, you pass! In fact I'll put in a good word about you. Off you go now! Go join your friends.", the queen said cordially.
Kathy, who was, for some odd reason in the middle of licking Celestia's left elbow, got up too. Kristina however, was not even to the edge of the bed, when a dark hoof grabbed her from behind.
“WHERE DOST THOUH THINK THEE ART GOING TO?”, the royal voice of the moon horse bellowed in her ear.
“Easy, sister, remember, bedroom voice does not need to be royal!”
“Oh... yes, sorry, my sister.”, she chuckled.
Though she could barely hear anything now, Kristina said, “But I already passed with Celestia just now--”
“Yes, you passed with her... You passed through the day, now you must pass through the night!” she said with increasing volume. Kristina was pulled back, and pressed with her back against luna's front. Luna loomed over her left shoulder for a moment, giving Kristina the major creeps. She tried to avoid turning her head to see what Luna's face right next to hers was doing. Luna liked the side of her face, and began licking and sucking down her neck and down her back. Where was she going?
“You've got a cute little plot, human. Prepare now to have thy backside gobbled!”, her voice bellowed from behind. One hoof promptly rested on Kristina's shoulder, then pushed her down, making her bend over on all fours.
Kristina gasped and lurched forward as she felt warm fleshy lips, flat horse teeth and a thick tonue mashing its way into the crack of her butt. She squeaked awkwardly, with a whole room of women standing around in a circle watching, along with the white horse queen, as Luna fiercely tongued and lapped at her butthole. This felt so wrong. What ribald queens! Kristina was not too keen on the butt, and had always found sexual matters in that area to be very dirty and low indeed. She felt guilty and weird with herself to be starting to enjoy the feel of having her pooper prospected by the eager tongue of this royal equine.
“Now, my little hu-mare, it is you who must survey this moon's crater!” Luna announced, directing ever more attention at her from the rest of the room.
Great. She was uncomfortable enough accepting and starting to enjoy it from someone else of high status, now it was her turn to have to recconoitre the rectum of this great beast. The creature turned her royal hiney towards her face, and presented herself. The tail turned up and behind her back, the black dock exposed and curled over, running a black channel, darker than the dark blue surface of her round cheeks, that ran down her backside. Kristina stared for a moment, taking in the fullness of the the dark side of the moon, and leaned in, starting on letting her tongue introduce itself to her black cunt, this one a bit raunchier, but less salty tasting than Celestia's, its muscles a bit softer as they squeezed around her nose when she dug in to suckle her clitoris. She ran her tongue up the channel, feeling it pinch around her tongue as she ran it up the length, making Luna tremble. She then ran back down its length, up and down, tiny foamy bubbles forming in the juices, putting off the inevitable conclusion. Luna couldn't take the teasing. Moaning goofily with pleasure, her horn sent a cloud of energy closing around Kristina's head and forced it higher.
Kristina was grabbed and pressed into the radiating warmth of the underside of Luna's dock. Knowing there was no way out, she slipped out her tongue and lightly ran it along the puckering anus. It tasted like the underside of a lawnmower that had just been switched off. It wasn't an enjoyable flavor, but it wasn't as horrible as she had imagined a horse's anus to taste. Getting accustomed, she began to enjoy it, rolling her tongue around in a circle around the perineum, the greasy texture and grass clipping taste driving her to dirtier arousal. She drove her tongue straight into its center, pushing past the strong flexing of the sphincter as it puckered around her, through the black outer skin to a pink, wrinkled inner tunnel.
“YES, YES... TAKE IT... TOOOOO THE MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!” Luna screamed.
If someone had told Kristina at the start of her day that today she would end up getting fired from her latest lead movie role, contemplate suicide, get transported to a cartoon horse world, sold into sex slavery and wrap up the day's events by analingus with a Lunar horse queen, she would have told them to get out of her face, you filthy rube. But now, the tables had turned. Or had they? Yes.
Chapter 3: Clopwarts School of Horsecock and Buggery
On their first morning there, they awoke, dined on the finest vegan breakfast, (that would take some getting used to, Kristina and most of the others were getting major farts from it) and divided into lecture halls in the academic section of the castle, learning about equine anatomy and physiology, and detailed lessons all about equine massage, courting, and mating. It was... interesting...
The girls became squeamish when shown detailed charts and diagrams and models of equine reproductive organs, diagrams of human organs, clearly stolen from their own world at some point, then a series of lectures involving crude internal diagrams of pony-human coitus, which looked as if they had just recently been drawn by a couple of fifteen year-olds. These stomach-turning lectures explained how to, with the aid of some odd potions and unicorn magic, bypass the human cervix and allow for deeper penetration into the uterus to avoid serious damage and infection. What deranged mind went through the effort of inventing and developing all of this?
For people being sold into slavery, they sure were being educated up about it. Kristina had trouble keeping up with it all. She had to learn a crash course on the evolution and history of Equestria and its races, followed by memorizing different parts of the horse, learned to point out and name every part, with a bit of an empases on the posterior half, which parts were the most and least sensitive.
“Frog!”, Kristina blurted out, as the professor pointed to a diagram of the hoof. The other women in the room chuckled at the anatomical name.
“Very close, Ms. Vox, but that's a bit lower, that's to the rear of the hoof. This is the sensitive laminae, towards the front! And remember, if you rub along here real gently, he's going to notice it!”, said her patient, kindly teacher.
The lessons were very knowledge-intensive, and came from a mare who sounded particularly knowledgable and experienced in pony coitus. Kristina's classes were being taught by a pony named Twilight, an old light pink mare with a cutie mark of a cluster of seven purple stars, her mane was white with one purple highlight running through it.
It was a bit tiring, but also relaxing, and beautiful within the chambers of the castle. What kind of society educated its slaves? One that must have not known how slavery was supposed to work. Who was behind all this? At the end of the day, their heads swimming with weird new knowledge of everything horse reproduction, took a relaxing bath in the castle baths.
***
The next morning, they awoke with nervousness. This would be their first day of conditioning. They had been becoming well acquanted with playing with the mares, but today, they would have their first intimate experience with a stallion. They all gathered in the common room again to be introduced to the day's activities by Celestia and Luna. Cadance was there as well.
“Today, my stewardesses, you will start your condioning training to accommodate your new masters. You will be the first subjects to cross the divide between our two races and accommodate yourselves to fully acccept the demanding qualities every stallion needs to be fully pleased. You will practice your first equine fellatio, and your first vaginal penetration.” Celestia said without a twitch.
In a lecure hall, They were all given a potion to drink that made it feel like ice was flowing through their kidneys, like something was moving around. What were they doing to their insides? They didn't feel any different after the iciness passed. They hoped they were okay. It felt a bit soothing, perhaps it would help them with the soreness they all knew they were about to feel from this day.
“This is your first subject, his name is Featherlight. He is level 0.1. His member is about the same size as a human male's. If you pass him, you can move on.”, Twilight announced to their gathering in a lecture room they had gone to.
Featherlight was a scrawny, scrawny pony, he looked ridiculous. Kristina couldn't believe their first experience with a stallion would be with this fellow. She approached him, and his member lowered. About six inches. Not bad. She got on her knees, and awkwardly approached him, knee-walking a bit as he stood looking at her with a curt, patient grin. He looked so bony, but she liked his cute brown eyes and creamy white coat. It's too bad her meeting him had to start out this way. Such an awkward introduction. She grabbed his dark chocolate-brown cock and, after staring at it for a second or two that felt like eternity with the class watching, began to suck off her first stallion. It tasted like... skin. It was warm and tender against her mouth, and twitched lightly with each movement of her tongue and lips. It grew erect, and she began to lose herself in it, taking it into her mouth and bobbing up and down with it, taking a good length of it in. She moved faster and faster, and began to taste a few drops of precum as they leaked out the end, but no cum yet...
“Very good. You passed the oral exam. You may proceed to the mounting exercise now.”, said Twilight watching closely from over in the corner.
'I don't even get to finish?! What a jip!' Kristina thought. 'Wait... Why am I thinking like this? This whole thing is horrible! I'm a slave being subjected to forced rape and sodomy with an animal for the entertainment of an audience, one of the most depraved acts of cruelty, rape and humiliation I can think of... but I'm complaining now that they won't let him cum now? What's happening to me?' she argued internally with herself as she got on all fours on a mat on the floor in the front of the lecture hall, the other women still watching in eager morbid fascination, and nervous anticipation that they would be next.
He mounted her, and thrusted a few times, and didn't even cum. It was like being mounted by a small goat. Kristina moaned a bit in embarrassment, but didn't come an orgasm either. He dismounted, it was over. Passed. She went to the next room, where level 1 awaited her. She felt teased.
“Welcome to Level 1. This Here, is Shears. His genitals are as narrow as a man's, but far, far longer. He will probe your cavity and see how far he can penetrate you. When called, proceed to front for oral exam, and mounting exam!”
Level 1 was a Chartreuse pony stallion named shears. He looked even more ridiculous. His lime green skin, a with wavy brown hair that was so overgrown you could hardly see his eyes through his bangs. His cutie mark was the shears used on sheep. She went up to him, and he nodded and smiled at her, his eyebrows raising. “You ready?”, he asked politely.
“I guess so.”, Kristina said.
His cock began to unsheath and descend, and it didn't stop. It was not much wider than Feather's but hung nearly to the floor.
“That's... long.” Kristina said out loud.
With a princess and a room of people watching her, Kristina sucked him off, only getting a couple of inches in before hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and spit it back out. She scored low and, would have to repeat the exam the next day.
She then, with some hesitance, got on all fours. With a buck, Shears' hooves landed on both sides of her back and a warm sclhong entered her, thrusting and squirming into her like a snake, pushing forward and forward until it hit a wall. It bumped a few times, feeling like a hard kick in the kidneys. Kristina began to protest, but the stallion said,
“It's okay, just relax, dear.”
Instantly the wall seemed to open up like a door, and Kristina felt a sudden weird lurch in what felt like her belly as his cock pushed its way into her deepest internal chambers. It felt very weird and uncomfortable, but not painful. This had to be an effect of the potions. Moans of astonishment came from the audience. Shears was fully into her, his flanks pressing up against her backside as he fully penetrated her with small thrusts. She felt his hose-like dick's full length curled up around deep inside her, moving around about with a weird feeling, touching her internally in places it felt like it shouldn't be. He finally pulled back out, which took awhile. Neither of them came. Kristina was started to get really annoyed with this bullshit. She Passed and moved on to the next level.
Through each level they waited in the lecture hall and watched the others go before them as they waited their own turn as their names were called out from a list. Kristina and the other girls began to gossip amongst themselves about the others' performances with these first test subjects, and one name was becoming notorious. When it was called out, the mare reading the list was confused.
The other girls looked at each other in confusion when it was first called out. A silky blonde with puffy red lips, black painted eyebrows and waxy looking skin swaggered forward,
“Is this your name? Goodness, it sounds like a pony name!” the examiner asked.
“It's my professional name.” she said haughtily.
“And what is... was your profession, if I may ask?” asked the Examiner.
“Porn.” she said, narrowing her eyes at the examiner.
“Ah. Well, Diamond Shores, We look forward to seeing what you can do! Show us all what a professional rut can do!”, the mare happily said.
'professional rut' was an odd title, but Diamond took it in stride. She sauntered past the examiner, throwing her hair up and saying “I'll do what it takes, Miss.”
Up through the day it became increasingly difficult for Kristina, and for just about everyone else. A light brown stallion two levels up started to really hurt. He was rough too, making Kristina squeal light moans of pain as he thrust into her, clearly enjoying his volunteer work more than some of the others.
Then it began to get really painful. A yellow stallion with a black member about the width of a baseball bat made her bleed. Wrapping her mouth around all these enourmous shafts was also making her lips chapped and cracked on the sides. Assistant mares kindly handed her oinment to use between tests. These ointments and potions lessened the pain, but she still had to go on.
The porn star Diamond Shores excelled at every level, taking in the stallions with apparent ease, suffering not a strain, stretching incredibly to fit them larger and larger, and even managing to make some of them finish for the first time on any of them that day, clearly wowing their assessors. Kristina and many other girls there didn't want to admit it, but they were already beginning to feel a bit jealous of her.
A girl with dyed lobster-red hair and hipster glasses leaned in from her desk to whisper to Kristina. “Who does that Diamond Shores think she is? Just because she's so used to taking in huge dicks in her old profession she thinks she's gonna one-up on all of us here and become the star attraction? I'll show her how to please a stallion right! She's probably so loose the stallion feels like a pocket gopher in a subway terminal...”
The red-haired girl was called down next, and tried her best to put on a good show, but she gagged after trying to fit her mouth around level 4's thick head, and she spat it out, making it flop back and knock her glasses off as she coughed. She scored low and would have to re-take him tomorrow and the next day on until she could pass onto the next level.
The final level was slugs. His cutie mark was a slug with odd googly eyes and a frowny face. He was short, fat and orange, and his member was a chode, enourmously wide, like those concrete posts in front of stores meant to keep cars out of Best Buys, but almost as short as level 0.1. Kristina looked at it in fear.
“Please, I don't think I can...”
“This is the final test. You've passed every other up to now. You have to try, Kristina.”, said the examiner pony.
He mounted her, his fat belly and wide, stubby legs weighting down on her back as his front hooves pressed down on her, and slipped on her shoulderblades. He wasn't even able to stand up and hold on that well on her while she was on all fours, and she's couldn't hold up his weight, Kristina was pressed down into the ground, his hoove pressing her head down into the floor, as his cheeselog dong just smacked against her crotch, no where near able to fit in or get a slip around her vagina. It was not going in. She didn't pass, but neither did anyone else, except for one girl. Diamond Shores the porno actress.
From the looks of him Slugs apparently wasn't able to get his piece inside of any woman or mare most of the time, as he found himself slip into the porn star, he suddenly looked like he didn't know hat to do with himself. His form didn't so much as hump, but tremor furiously all over as he mounted her. The porn star made odd sounds of half-pain, half-pleasure that sounded like a yeti dying. Slugs' meatloaf made a loud schlorping sound when it pounded in and out Diamond Shores, his pudgy flanks slapping against her backside loudly as well. and when he finished and pulled out, it was like someone had gallon smashed a jug of buttermilk all over the floor. She didn't get up after he dismounted and pranced away glowing with pride. Her legs and arms slowly sprawled outward from under her as she sank down and laid out face-down, passed out in the puddle of splooge. Diamond Shores passed, but it had taken all of her out of it. She was going to be sore in the morning.
The next morning, they awoke, wolfed down breakfast, and proceeded with more classroom lectures from Twilight Velvet about equine anatomy and physiology, this time focusing more on the mares, they learned about winking and urination to show receptiveness to the stallion. As the awkward lecture with disgusting diagrams and photo slides came to its conclusion, the girls all looked at each other apprehensively. They had a feeling of what they were going to have to do in the exercise portion.
After lunchbreak, In the shower rooms, the lecturers and assistant mares gathered to watch the girls for this next part of the lesson. Once again, they were just part of an exhibition for the royalty.
Kristina struggled to control herself “down there”, it was hard to make contractions that complex just happen instantly on queue. Her and the rest of the girls argued to their masters that they couldn't do it at first, but the instructors insisted they could learn. In a spa-like room, they met a new creature they had never seen before, a zebra mare by the name of Zapunta.
She had lovely green eyes, her neck was covered in cowry bead jewelry and a cutie mark of a flower, but like a flower in a Georgia O'keeffe painting. She introduced herself as their body coach, someone who would help them train their bodies to do more “equine” things. She flowered her explanation of what tha meant but it was pretty obvious she was basically a very intense coach in the art of vaginal control.
The black and white striped exotic equine wore a very erotic looking set of harnesses around her flanks and haunches designed to draw attention to her mare parts and even pull on or keep certain parts opened and exposed.
After her introduction, a cart was brought out with a teapot and cups, and they were all were offered a cup of a strange brewed tea, which tasted rather bitter with a crisp earthy finish. After drinking, it made them feel a bit dizzy, then, strangely confident, wired, and focused.
Zapunta then turned tail, adjusted some straps on the harness to lift her tail up, and spread her buttcheeks apart, for all to see, displayed her very pronated and emphasized marehood, and her skillful ability to move to them all. She could wink, pucker, even undulate it. It was almost mesmerizing.
She asked each one of them to bend over and display their attempt at a vaginal wink. She imparted no tolerance for failure or shortcoming. Zapunta would grab, smack, and even bite their posteriors with impunity, pointed out each labial muscle and even with just a hoof managed to delicately touch them in just the right way to send electrifying shos of pleasure up their spines. She was a very hooves-on approach to her teaching, and she insisted it must be felt and even tasted directly to be better understood. She would shove her own cunt right into a slavegirl's face and insist she feel its motions with her tongue.
“NO! You try and wink too soon! You breath! Breath! Feeeeeeeel the motion! You control the body! You control it!” Zapunta yelled at one of the girls, smacking them on the buttocks as she tried moving her vagina, mistakingly holding her breath as she contorted her face in concentration, as if the two were somehow attached in their control.
The next half hour was spent in meditation and breathing exercise. These lessons were getting ridiculous. Why was winking so important? Why so persnickity about vaginal movements and courtship manners? It was just sex... if they were just sex toilets to the stallions, why did they have to be educated so much, made so knowledgable and skillful in the art? Kristina was frustrated by the tedium of this lesson. When were they going to get to some actual stallion fucking?
Finally, they moved on and were allowed to practice these physical feats for real on some very patient guard ponies, whose lips trembled as they stood before them. They were required to stand and present their members while the women attempted to... “wink” at them, then urinate on their dicks, just as ponies do before courtship. But once a girl passed the exam, the girl mmoved and he waited to stand before the next one, to be subject to more torturous teasing. Once they nearly all passed save for a few, the girls went down to the hall for dinner, then hit the showers, for real.
For Day three of physical conditioning they awoke. Today their pieholes and poonholes would take a break, but their poopers were going to get the workouts of their lives.
In an otherwise unused gym they gathered and on a series of tables and benches were a diverse selection of dildos. They increased in size and girth and went from pointed to very broad and flat on the end. There were also bowls of some sort of liquid on the tables. Most looked equine, but a few were shaped like odd genitilia they had no idea about. Zapunta would be leading the exercises today as well.
“Come. Come here.”, she said to the first of the line of slavegirls. The one in the front of the line approached.
“Bend over.” Zapunta said. Well, everyone knew how this was going to go. The girl, a sandy blonde who Kristina remembered saying she was a fruit vendor from argentina, got on all fours and pressed her buttocks out for Zapunta. Her cheeks were spread and her rosy butthole Zapunta took no restraint in taking the first dildo and working it into her. She moaned as it pressed and resisted, and they all saw how much she had to stretch to take in in. and it was level one.
“Go. Break into teams. There's level 1 size on each table.”
Marissa and Kristina decided to form a group and practice anal conditioning on each other.
The first one was narrower than a human penis, and tapered, so its stretching came pretty naturally, without only a little pain. It still had to be forced pretty hard, though. Kristina moaned as she threw her legs over her head to bend them back and hold her butt out for Marissa to push the third level dildo into her. It was starting to really hurt. They used plenty of lube available in the bowls by dipping it in the oil before each time. It was such a tight fit, Kristina didn't want to believe she could go any further, but she had to. They both had to get up to at least smaller pony-sized by the end of the day. Marissa held her arm as kristina pushed level 5 into her sewer duct. It was not even tapered anymore, pulling out after a plunge left a huge gaping opening that looked so puffed out and abnormal. What were they being turned into? Kristina worried as she imagined their bodies being stretched and worn out into tattered, mutilated freaks. But she was impressed by the progress they had both made. Kristina had never really thought about it much, or had ever tried anal, but she had fingered herself once or twice, and had never gone beyond her ring finger without chickening out. She had certainly made strides today by making herself able to accommodate a small horse. As they hit the showers and went off to dinner she looked forward to their first actual scheduled work tomorrow. A regiment of royal guards was returning, and they were to be the welcoming comittee!
The next evening, the girls would now experience their first job in their new line of work. A Welcome Home party for the Royal guards was taking place in their harem chamber, a lofty room with cozy seating and bedding. A fire was lit in the fireplace against the wall. Bowls of oats, wheat and fruit were placed at entree tables. The girls waited. Music began to play from wooden radio, and lantern lights dimmed from apparent magic.
Celestia's royal guards marched into the room, their plate armor gleaming the firelight, some bronzey, some silvery, some had a goldish tint. Their spears were held aloft by magic on the unicorns, and attached by special rigging in their armor by the earth and pegasi guards. They were an imposing looking bunch. Their captain, a unicorn with wavy blue hair like the rest, but a bit longer, with a more barreled chest, led them in and shouted out orders to stand and wait against the wall. They stood like guards in any standard regimental environment, and waited vigilantly for their orders. The girls looked on nervously at them. They were seriously going to fuck? Kristina had butterflies in her stomach. What was going to happen to them?
They raised their hooves in salute to The captain pony, who saluted back, and shouted, “AT EASE.”
The guard ponies' demeaner changed completely. They relaxed their stance, looked around, at the room, at the tables and entrees, and at the girls. They casually got comfortable, some walked over to the fire, some went straight for the food, and a few walked curiosly over to them and began to mingle.
If the girls had any stipulation about what stallions were like from their first encounter with canterlot gentlecolts three nights before, these soldiers changed it. It's true, they had found their first encounter with equestrian men socially awkward, dull and uninteresting, and possibly lacking in virility, but the soldier ponies were a different horse. As the soldier ponies made apparent, they had very little contact with mares in their wartime life, and were happy to see them. They were eager, but not overtly aggressive, and unlike canterlot stallions they had met three nights before, these ponies had a lot to talk about, yarning stories about their travels to distant lands, stories of dangerous missions, fierce battles, of facing down terrifying enemies, which they were more than eager to share with them before moving onto the real reason they were there. They did have one weird feature, though. They all had a really strange uniformity to their appearance. Nearly all of them were white colored, with blue manes, hard to tell apart. Did they die their coats and manes to this standard appearance or something?
Some talked so much about their adventures, they couldn't shut up.
“So our regiment was patrolling the northern borders of the Whitetail woods, and I was about to light a dooby off my flamecast lance when this deer mage's arrow goes WHOOOSH right past my ear from behind me! I barely turned and got down behind my shield fast enough before two other shafts whammed right into the left buttocks of my buddy Clean Latrine next to me-- THUNK THUNK! He couldn't walk for three weeks!...” said a soldier named Polished Boot, who she could only tell apart from the others by his slightly higher pitched voice which cracked a lot, as he began running his hooves along her shoulders and arms.
“So anyway... ...Hey... you look kind of familiar, aren't you in some movie or something?” he asked, pausing his story.
“Yes, but none you've heard of.” Kristina said. She shook her head dismissively and smiled weakly at him as she squirmed uncomfortably at his caresses.
“Oh come on... Tell me!” He said, nibbling her neck like a sugarcube.
“allright... er... She couldn't risk mentioning the Trasformpires movie, everyone knew about that, even probably the equestrians, it had to be something obscure that didn't do well, something no one saw.
“Er... Johnah Texasomethingoranotherorwhatever....” she mumbled.
“Aww no way! Johnah Tex? I loved that movie!
“What?!”, she responded. How was that possible? Kristina was dumbfounded. Did ponies have any taste in cinema? Even she hated that box-office-flopping dreck.
“Hey, colts! It's Kristina Vox, that girl from Johnah Tex!”
“Aww what?!” others asked. “I want a turn!”
“Get away dolt-colts! I've got her now! I get sloppy firsts!”
“Hey! I'm a supermodel! I'm hot too!” said one girl jealously, who was already being mounted and pounded on by one grey soldier who looked on with distracted interest at Kristina.
“And I'm a nasa scientist!”, said another girl, a string of precum running from her lips to another guard's twitching cock. The stallion too was looking right at Kristina, and had gone limp.
It was going to be a long night.
Polished Boots stopped talking about the military and her movies that he liked for a little bit and walked with her over to a bed. 'My first time to truly be taken by a stallion, not just practice this time! It's about damn time! She thought. Wait, Why am I thinking this?? I'm losing myself here.' She thought as she looked up at him. His eyes were as wide as baseballs, and he grinned from ear to ear. He bent down and their lips met. Horse lips were weird, even on these scaled down, cartoonishly proportioned equines, their lips still felt thick, rubbery and slightly bristly, but they lacked none of the vigor of a human's, and their kissing was no less hot or passionate. Kristina was driven to a furious heat.
He laid Kristina on her back, placed both hooves beside her and looked down at her lovingly. Kristina looked down at his hardening member and winced in concentration to wink. She then strained and let a sprinkle of urine spray him. He jumped not expecting it, and looked back up at her, his face reddening. He started to thrust his enourmous cock at her, awkwardly humping the air a few times, before she grabbed it and guided it in. Like the plunge of a breaching whale Kristina gasped at the intensity of being entered by a stallion. No longer a laboratory exercise, she now felt the full emotional intensity of equine passion. Her juices flowed and worked to lubricate his fierce sliding, with quite a bit of noise he pushed further and further. She felt him hitting the wall of her cervix, and cringed, but with a tingling she felt the wall suddenly give way, and as if slipping and falling, Polish caught himself as he unexpectedly fell further into her, going all the way in. Kristina felt like he was entering her stomach. He pulled back out a bit so he felt more like he was where he should be. It was weird, but interesting. She felt his thrusting slow and tremble, and a thick heat spread out inside her. A warm cream pie came out of her and shuddering, he pulled back out in a big mess of fluids. He brought his head down and kissed her again.
Now he wanted to try the next ride-- and it was time for all of her training to be put to the real test.
“Are you ready for this?”, Boots asked.
“Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.”, Kristina said with an unassured smirk.
She moaned uncomfortably as he lifted her legs up high with his forehooves, stood up and pushed his speckled pink-and-black cock into her browneye. At first it just sort of hit against it, then as it pushed and thrusted a bit, Kristina's anus puckered as she reeled in arousal, and the tip of his erupting flare caught an edge, and pushed its way in. An electrifying fire burned as Boots stretched her to make his way in, and she grunted and flexed her legs against him, contorting and grabbing him as she felt its girth slowly inch its way into her. It was so painful, a pain that burned, then gradually numbed its way into an intoxicating pleasure that made her want to faint and fart at the same time. His beautiful fuzzy white coat, his hot black skin underneath, the intense smells and furious energy and power behind him shaking over her, the sound of his knickering and whinneying, and the ecstatic burning pain and friction and heat and pleasure, it was a feeling she could never have imagined anywhere in any of her experiences in her old life. It was otherworldly. The smells and tastes of fluids, and hormones, bodily odors from not just one but many equine soldiers taking their claim of her and so many other women around her filled her with a strange arousal that was neither terrible nor joyous. It just was. He kept thrusting, and thrusting, shaking all over from nerves and exhasperation between each huff, and, in a daze of ecstasy, kristina felt the warm gooey expulsion of his climax fill her bowels.
The night wore on, a quick kiss and hug from Boots, and he disappeared into the rest of the crowd, as more soldiers came to her, excited to giver her a try. She lost count of how many she serviced.
Later on their entertainments became more organized and productionized, a line of soliders stood and and received alternating blowjobs from them, moving from one girl to another like musical chairs. And they even played musical chairs, with the girls filling in as the chairs. They made the girls lie down on the floor, and moving about, squatting their buttocks down on their faces and had their anuses licked out by each one. The stank of sweaty horse ass filled the air and they smelled and tasted it all over their mouths as donut after donut of warm horse flesh pressed itself against their lips. It wasn't long until syrupy ropes of cum flew through the air and landed on them in a dissarayed mess.
Kristina didn't even remember which one she was giving a blowjob to and who was fucking her from behind as a spray of cum fell across her back and spattered into her face, covering her eyes in a whitish haze. It shortly shot into her mouth and filled the back of her throat, she had to quickly gulp and remember to nose breath between swallows to not suddenly choke half to death. She looked over at her friends, Only Marissa's sweaty leg and arm and one breast were visible through a wall of soldiers pressed around her. Her feet and toes curled and twitched wildly.
The orgy continued late into the night, and so much wine was drunk Few of them remembered how it ended. They slept curled around each other all about the room. The girls groggily stirred when the soldiers were called back to duty at an ungodly hour of the morning. The girls slept in, until 8:00 when they had to awake and clean up the mess them and the soldiers had made of the room.
A whole week after their first arrival and the girls were all very well trained and conditioned, all of them able to, for at least a short while, stretch to fully accommodate even Slugs' girth, Shears' length, and could guzzle gallons of horse spunk and swallow a fist-sized object without so much as a hiccup. Many of them could take a baseball size object to the anus with hardly a yawn and knew how to wink, mark and show their receptiveness to a male. They knew the parts of the hoof, dock, sheath and shaft were most sensitive and how to give a proper hornjob and wing massage.
The castle grounds of Canterlot were abuzz with activity, workers were busily setting up booths, rides, tables, stages, seating, for what would be a huge event that evening. It looked huge and ostentatious, but was not a public event for just anyone. This was special festival put on just for the girls, and, of course, for the stallions of Canterlot. No foals allowed, or even outside of bed past seven that evening, for risk of wandering out and peeping in on what was taking place.
As evening fell, Luna lifted the great moon up for a great moonllit night, the carnival lights came on across the castle couryard and the carnival of carnality was to begin! A crowd of stallions and mares had gathered at the entrance, and came to a central spot of seating in front of the castle doors. Sensual Music began to play, and with much pomp and fanfare the girls paraded out, in beautiful golden garb, sauntering by seductively with hips swaying and gold tails shimmering, across the walkway aisle, as excited stallions looked on.
Mingling began, and soon, food and libations were distributed, and feasting and drinking began. At first, the stallions were still being awkward, and weren't engaging any of them. The girls actually began to become impatient. They couldn't believe they had come first terrified of becoming sex slaves, afraid of being ravaged, only to find these stallions a bunch of softies. The guard ponies at least knew what they wanted and were up front about it, thanks to their extended military stays away from mares. These stallions were so socially awkward and passive the girls had to pretty much throw themselves onto them and drag them along to make themselves feel used enough to make Celestia happy.
They pulled stallions over to different attractions in the park to show them as the helper mares assisted setting them up. So many incredible, insane devices devised by these ponies for the kinkiest sort of activities. They had been shown and instructed on how to use some of the devices, but not all of them. They were told there would be a grand unveiling of a special device some brilliant inventors had created, and would be shown as the evening wore on.
A few of the girls were chosen for the rocking horses. A large wooden rocker, framed so that the slave girl strapped herself in, bent over it, legs and arms tied down on all fours to the rocker frame, then she was fastened into a full horse bridling with chaps, a bit, stirrups, reigns, and even blinders, but instead of riding atop her, two stallions would stand by on either side of her, and rock the “horse” backward and forward, fucking her from behind and in the mouth as she rocked back and forth.
At the ameneties wing of the festival, there There were all manner of food stands selling food from Canterlot's various restaurant chains, McMarenald's, Burger Hoof, Donut Joe's, Elements of Marmalade, Corn Dog 6, James Brony Island, Papa Ponyatti's Pizza, Crotch-Hooter's, Futaloo Wild Wings, among other stands for local and international fare.
In front of Joe's donut booth, Joe and two stewardesses and had fun with food he had. Not held by the same health code standards of earth, Joe made his little food-related orgy into a spectacle to bring in customers to his booth, not drive them away. It was working, a small crowd of stallions gathered to watch, ordering donuts while his wife worked the booth. Joe sat squatted down but on all fours, with his rear in the air and let the girls do their work. Kristina and Marissa both took turns sprinkling on, then licking powdered sugar and sprinkles off of Donut Joe's own donut hole. Kristina's tongue rolled around and around the pucker of his horse-hole, the oily taste of equine anal dank combined with the delightful sweetness of sugary treats on her tongue. Deeper she drove into its center, pushing past the strong black sphincter flexing around her tongue to tickle the funky-tasting pink tunnel within.
While doing this she ran her fingers titilatingly up and down the dock of his tail. Tiny farts squeezed out each time he twitched and writhed in pleasure, which made little clouds of powdered sugar blow into Kristina's face, making her sneeze.
While Kristina wiped her nose and got back to exploring the anus, Marissa crawled around underneath Joe's sagging belly and nipped and nibbled at the foreskin of his cock, up to the head, slowly kissing its wide tip. Donut Joe poured a pink strawberry donut glaze over its end, and she took the head and wrapped her whole mouth around it, never gagging, and took a span of three inches into her mouth, looking like a python about to unhinge its jaws around a log, before pulling back up, swallowing all of the glaze and other fluids coating it, opening her empty mouth wide at him as he grinned warmly at her. She had grown very skilled since her first arrival. His wife sat feet away in an armchair, half masturbating to the spectacle of the two girls doing filthy things to her husband she'd never even thought of.
There were gloryhole boxes, carnival attraction booths lit up with lights and music, flat and closed except for one or two holes in the front with some caricaturized villian, enemy of the state or creature with bad social standings' face painted on it, its mouth making up the hole. A slave girl sat inside the box, and provided oral, vaginal or anal service to whoever came up and stock whatever part of their body into the hole. Each girl had duty for around 30 minutes to sit inside each box. Kristina sat inside the Discord box, Marissa was in the Queen Chrysalis box. For that time, she sat in a dimly lit box like a porta-potty, and waited as weird huge cocks from strangers stuck through it straight at her. She'd have to dodge around them as they entered so they didn't bump into her, and she did her best to please them, hearing only muffled moans of pleasure from outside, sucking, fucking, massaging and stroking before feeling their final twitch, and their release of cum. To keep her from getting too messy, she tried swallowing as much as she could, but it was no use. Most of the time it glopped out on her legs and chest, sometimes it spurted uncontrollably, splattering everywhere. Her, the inside of the box, the floor, was covered in smelly, sticky goo by the time her shift was up.
Wiping the cum off her face and having some drink to wash away the taste, Kristina and the other slave girls were called to the central fairground spot to await the unveiling. A large, cylindrical shape in the center was covered by a veil. Two scrawny, cream-colored musachioed stallions with red and white striped manes, wearing flambouant striped shirts and riverboat hats came out and sang a song about their invention. A brief fireworks show began and the veil fell to the ground, revealing to all their brilliant creation. It was a.......
It was a... carousel.
A fully built, fully powered and lit-up carousel at the center of the festivities. But something was weird about its design. It had no horses in it.
Flim and Flam, their names were, began to explain it to them.
With a song. Flim and Flam announced that they were going to sing, but needed some assistance from the audience. They called out two slavegirls from the crowd, and received blowjobs in front of the audience and began their song. The fireworks ended and all the ponies cheered, and immediately stallions began choosing girls and taking them with them onto the carousel.
“Well lookie what we've got here, brother of mine, it's the same in every town!
Stallions with hard cocks, blue balls and less horsepussy to be found! Maybe they're not aware that there's really no need for this jizzy despair, That the key to solve this sad mare shortage you and I will share!
Well we've got clopportunity in this great capital city He's Flim He's Flam We're the world famous flim flam brothers! Travelling salesponies nonpareil
“*fftoot* Non-par what?” asked the girl giving flam a blowjob, after spitting out his cock to talk.
Nonpareil, but that's not really important right now, you see Because nopony else can see why us stallions have such need and that's a new world with tons of poonting so tight and ready for slamming more pussy than you can think of in all your days of clopping
“I doubt that!” said the woman giving Flim head.
So take this opportunity in this very community he's flim he's flam we're the world famous flim flam brothers travelling salesponies nonpareil!
So I suppose by now you're wondering 'bout our peculiar carousel I say, our carnival attraction But my brother and I have something unique and superb unseen at any time in this big new world Folks, it's the one and only, biggest and best,
Unbelievable
Unimpeachable
Indespensable
I-Can't-believe-able
Flim Flam Brothers Super Kinky Human-Pony Fucky-Go-Round 7000!
The Flim Flam brothers kept on singing throughout it, undistracted by their blowjobs, but climaxed on the high note, ending the song as they shot their load on the girls' faces and fireworks erupted in the sky.
“That was a very nice, darling, thank you! Here, let me clean you up there, lovely!”, Flim said, wiping his flacid cock across her brow, not really cleaning her at all, just smearing more cum and smegma around on her face.
With the end of the song came cheers and laughter, and the crowd was tense with excitement and curiosity. It looked like a carousel that had no horses in it-- the slave girls were to be the horses. Empty poles were inside it, not running all the way from the floor to the ceiling, but stopping in the middle, where the carousel horse would normally be, was a well-contoured basin where the slave girl would rest, atop her, from a pole telescoping from the ceiling, was the a top basin that came down to hold her in place and was the rest of the “pole” for the horse.
The mechanics of the carousel would allow each and every slave girl “horse” on the carousel to rock back and forth as the carousel rotated. Like the rocking horses, the pony would not ride atop the slave girl “horse”, as in a normal carousel, instead, there were hanging seats suspended behind each of them. These seats too moved with the mechanics of the carousel to rock forward and backward, in opposite synch to the stewardess, so as to thrust backward and forward into them.
It was an actual ride which mechanically made the stallions thrust in and out of the strapped in stewardess on a merry-go-round of fucking. The girls walked around it, in awe of it and astonished at what sick mind would engineer, fund and build such a device, and how long the ponies had been planning and designing devices like this with humans in mind, and why.
It was a night of wild insanity the girls could never have imagined. None of them, not the celebrities or trailer parkers, or porn stars or politicians among them, had ever been to a party as wild and insane on any level. They drank, they feasted, they vomited and ate some more, many of the girls became so covered in horse cum some of them were all but unrecognizeable underneath it.
Strapped into the merry-go-round, the music playing and the lights going, the girls got a bit sore and tired, but admittedly still had a bit of fun being fucked by stallions who randomly joined the ride, strapping into the chair, riding them like a horse, well, like a horse being fucked from behind at least, able to glide in and out of them with the motion of the ride, or push the device themselves and go their own speed, gyrating and gliding with the smooth motion of the well-lubricated mechanical iron cogs and wheels.
The ponies were equally shocked and thrilled when they discovered they could rotate the girls around one hundred eighty degrees and face-fuck them on the ride too. The girls, not so much. Their necks got really sore after that, and it was hard to see through all the splooge after awhile, not that they didn't already know where they were going. It was a merry-go-round, after all.
Kristina was massaging her aching neck after being given a break from having horsecock shoved rhythmically into her mouth over and over again on the merry-go-round. She was walking back from the watering trough when A certain captain of the guard signalled her attention.
“Hey, babe!”
“Hi...”
“You're Kristina Vox, aren't you?” he said.
“Yes.”, she said, blushing. It was frightening to remember that even here in post-rift Equestria some ponies might recognize her by her moviestar status.
“I watched all of Maritime Blvd. I loved your role as Dione Barr in that series. I thought it was some of your best work.” said Shining Armor.
“Oh, wow... thanks...”, Kristina knew she was blushing. She wasn't expecting, in this place, from these ponies, to receive random praise for a terrible early role in a horrible, dismally-reviewed series she preferred to forget.
“Yes... Kristina started to say. I'm glad you enjoy my work.”
“I sure do, I love your work. It's a shame there won't be any more.
Kristina suddenly was hit with a great sadness. 'Great, thanks for reminding me, ass.' she though.
“I'm sorry, hey, it's okay, baby, hey, Celestia isn't as bad as she seems. She's well... she's like a sun. Sometimes she flares up and gets rather nasty, has a few storms, tries to show off her power, but then after awhile she calms down, shows some mercy. I'm going to be in-laws with her soon. I'm sure I can pull some strings for you.” he looked at her with compassion. He shook himself, and said,
“Hey, babe, you like corndogs, right?, said the oddly Californian sounding captain, pulling three corndogs out of nowhere.
"Er...”, Kristina was caught off guard with that, but come of think of it she was a bit hungry.
“Sur--”
She didn't really have time to answer before Shining Armor said
“Hey, wanna see me make these disappear?” ...and proceeded to jab them into all three of Kristina's orafices. Kristina's biggest worry was that the spiked wooden stick would go through the corndog and pierce her insides, but even using hooves, Shining was amazingly dexterous with those tasty things, and a week of being repeatedly mounted by stallions had made her easily able to accept penetration by a corndog.
Shining had the roundest-eyed, at times creepiest stare, but seemed mostly sweet and harmless for someone of such high military status. His large blue hoof massaged her face as she bit down on the delicious battered sausage she-seriously hoped-was-some-sort-of-veggie-dog-because-meat-eating-horses-would-be-wierd in her mouth and chewed it.
Shining armor had a fourth conrdog he had just pulled out and bitten into. She could see a strange quirky arousal shining seemed to be getting out of this, and played with it. She emphasized her chewing, and showed him the chewed up corndog in her mouth, scrunching her face at him in feigned enjoyment as she munched, which seemed to drive Shining Armor mad with arousal. He stared blankly at her for a bit, then kissed her passionately, the two of them sharing the corndog between both their mouths.
After masturbating the corndog in both her pinker and stinker, making her orgasm, he pulled it out and then raised his eyebrows at her seductively and ate both of them, right off the stick in one bite. As if that wasn't wierd enough, he immediately choked a little while swallowing and spat out some of it out on her neck and chest, but heavily apologized and ate it back off of her.
Shining Armor was nice. She knew she couldn't invest emotionally in anypony, but Kristina really did like him and enjoyed this brief little moment. she hoped maybe he felt the same way. He gave her a peck on the forehead, got up and walked back towards the castle. Kristina watched him go.
Up on a stage, the flim flam brothers were now being the center of attention again.
“Cum one, cum all, and see the amazing... bottomless human! This girl can swallow anything, and has no gag reflex! Watch now, as she fully takes in both I and my brother Flim here, all the down! And she will do it, with both hands behind her back! It's the incredible, the all-edible, Diamoooooooooooooond Shooooooooooooooooooooooooooores!
Diamond Shores came out, sure enough, bound with her hands behidn her, and blindfolded. Flim and flam both began to wank off together on both sides of Diamond, as as she got down on her knees and licked up and down their duel equine shafts. She stood between them, giving a great show, sucking off one, then the other in turns, taking them deeper and deeper each time. Their cocks and her face began to glisten with precum and spit.
A drumroll sounded, and the brothers pressed their cocks together, and pushed them both into her mouth as one. Her jaw looked like it was unhinging, and her throat bulged out, as their duel horse swords disappeared into her gaping maw, nearly all the way to their hilt. The two brothers stood, awkwardly pressed against each other side by side, both stuck together inside Diamond's throat. As the drumroll concluded with crashing cymbals, and Flim and Flam's weird expressions, odd jerky hip thrusts and the clenching of their buttocks meant they were finishing. Diamond was red-eyed and clearly couldn't breathe, but she didn't gag, and tried swallowing as much of their seed as she could as it pumped down her throat before it filled her and splurged out in a cream pie down her whole front. They pulled out of her with a schlump and she gasped for air on the floor of the stage, slimy fluids pouring out of her mouth and nose.
TADA! Sounded a trumpet. Flim and Flaw took a bow, and took off lifted up Diamond's hand, she smiled weakly, red-eyed and like she had just sloppily ate a container of hot cinammon roll icing, and gasping for air like she had just run a marathon.
“Everypony Give a hoof to our bottomless pit Diamond Shores!” The other girls applauded, no longer envious, but now happy to see how Diamond's popularity as the star mare was paying off for her so well.
As the night wore on, and ponies and girls alike became more soused, festivities became more slurred, disoriented, ridiculous and absurd. Around one in the morning the stallions came up with a new use for the merry-go-round, just having the girls stand on the edges of it as it spun, waiting on their knees. The stallions stood up around the outside of the carousel, held their erect cocks out and slapped the girls on the face with their dicks as they spun by. Some made a game of trying to aim and see if they could cum and time it just right to hit a girl on the face with she went by. Only two “sort of” succeeded with glancing shots.
Chapter 6: Today's Forecast: Sunny, with 100% chance of horse showers
It was three days since the carnival, the girls were all still sore and woozy from it. Business had been slow since then, even their lessons had been very easy on them. But training still continued, and it was rumored they were going to have another lesson that would really shock them at some point.
But today, at 11:00 it was time for another royal guard party! A small squadron was headed for duty on the borderlands tomorrow, and a celebration was being held to lift their spirits before they went off away from their familiar base in Canterlot. About 24 of them would be gathering together in the room, and 24 of the girls waited for them. They would talk, carouse, have some casual sex with a rather repetetive looking bunch. A usual Tuesday, a routine the girls were becoming accustomed to. Kristina stuck close with Marissa and Sadie, and waited with them for the guards to arrive. There didn't seem to be much there in terms of party accomodations, no cake or streamers. A squadron of guards strode into the room and stood in a formation by the wall.
A blue haired white unicorn entered, and the officer stepped aside and saluted. "At ease", he said. He took a seat.
"Welcome everyone. Girls, we have a special event planned for everyone today. We hope you all enjoy it! I know her majesty's royal guards will.", he announced with a wink, taking a seat.
The Pink Queen suddenly entered the room. She too took seat next to shining armor and the officer at a table at one end of the room.
"Today, girls, it's time for another important step in becoming a good mare to your master. If everyone would please make their way over to the truss in the end of the room and sit in a nice row in front of it.", she said, poorly hiding an ominous smirk.
The girls, all 24 of them, looked at each other nervously, stood on their knees down by a series of posts with some crossbeams running through them like a post of fencing in the room, or, like a horse tie.
Shining Armor called the guard ponies, all 24 of them, to stand in front of each girl. The girls looked up fearfully. What was going on?
Their hands were grabbed by the guards by telekinetic fields, their unicorn magic pulling their hands up behind the girls and cuffing them to the posts behind them.
"Hey! What's happening? What did we do?", some of them wimpered in fear.
"You did nothing! You're fine. This is part of the lesson." Cadance replied absentmindedly.
"What? What are you goiong to do to us?" some of them cried.
"Shhhhh.", Cadance said, like a mother to a child.
Handcuffed to the back, their feet were then grabbed, and pulled out in front of them by more telekinesis. Some of them were visibly upset and moaning in fear.
"Please, We'll do anything! We don't have to be chained like this!"
"We know. We know you will do anything for us, for ponies, for love. Let love fill your heart, Relax. Don't fight it." she had a dangrous expression with that still odd smirk.
Her horn glowed pink again, then deep red, and a wave of electric passion washed over them all. Cindy felt like a swirling, dancing crimson ribbon filled her mind, making her warm from her head to her toe. She looked up at Cadance, and at all the stallions in the room, the one standing right over her, and didn't even know who he was, but she loved him. The stallions looked at Cadance, who gave a nod, and they proceeded forward, each one taking a stance in front of one of the girls.
They bucked up, leaning out over their naked, vulverable bodies, their front hooves resting on the fence, their undersides and genitals fully exposed, the women laid out and bound under them. they looked up longingly at the guards, who smiled down sweetly, also affected by the spell, some blushing, looking lightheaded.
Their bellies looked very bulged out, like they had just enjoyed a large meal, or a lot to drink. They weren't erect. Their cocks unsheathed lazily, limp and floppy, only hanging down a little bit. The guards seemed to be holding their breath. In their shadow the girls smiled up at them, burning with desire, yearning to do anyting they wanted, the dirtiest, filthiest things. The guards were looking at Cadance again, waiting for some signal. She nodded with a huge smirk.
The guards all let out a sigh, and a powerful stream of hazy yellow piss shot out of their cocks straight at their faces. The girls all jerked violently in shock, not expecting it, and began flailing and squirming in panic, feeling like they would drown. The room filled with the jingling of chains. Kristina coughed and sputtered, not expecting it and getting it in her windpipe. They all moaned loudly through their tightly shut mouths, which would have been screams if they dared open them. “Easy now. Calm yourselves. It's just water.”, Cadance said.
They caught their breath, between the heavy torrent of micturition they realized they could breath through their noses if their heads were held right and sheltered through their arms. Disgusting foulness filled their senses. The smell of a filthy stockyard, the waste of farm animals, the filth they may have smelled cleaning stables on farms back on earth, was now a torrent covering their heads and faces. They were almost drowning in it. Some of them wretched and started throwing up through the dark yellow showers spattering over them. But soon a new sensation came. Cadance's spell of passion pulsed through them, energized with greater power, fires eruped in their loins. They squirmed with arousal, trying to clamp their legs.
Despite the shock, humiliation, digust, and the pungent smell now soaking their hair against their scalps in sewerish filth, they began to love it. They calmed down, stopped squirming and trying to hide their heads in their shackled arms. They now held their heads up high and accepted the hot stallion piss pattering against their faces. Cadance's spell reached a climax of intensity, and they could no longer take it. They loved everything. They loved the powerful sensation of horse urine gushing into their faces. They wanted more.
One by one they were driven to let their last meager guard down. Unthinkably, the slave girls each began to open their mouths.
Kristina felt her own unmitigated desires push her over this edge, and when she opened her mouth she felt the thrilled guard pony above her tremble with excitement as he moved to direct his stream toward his new target, spraying around her face and neck before finally splashing across her tongue and hitting the back of her throat with a hollow gushing sound. Kristina's mouth quickly filled to the brim with hot, foamy piss. It was the most wretched flavor, acrid and acidic, warm and foamy, thicker than water.
The smell of a filthy bathroom filled Kristina's sinuses, it was all she could now taste or smell. Something was wrong with her. Every instinctual drive trapped inside herself seemed to be screaming-- no! sick! bad! gross! fight! But the screaming seemed to be trapped behind a wall, muffled by the overwhelming pleasure and passion that clouded her mind, a feeling she knew she was coerced into from Cadance's powerful passion spell. The flavor of a public restroom puddle her nostrils and burning in her throat only filled her with intense arousal, knowing it was coming from her stallion master standing over her. She had to serve him and do whatever he wished, and at the moment it was to let her tongue, mouth and throat serve as his personal urinal.
Some instinctual part of them all started to wretch in protest, but fought it, and kept their gag reflex at bay. And they loved it so much, they couldn't possibly let it go to waste. As foamy urine began to pour out the sides of their lips, they gulped, swallowing mouthful, after mouthful, after mouthful. They barely took the time to stop for breath as the stallions' streams continued to patter relentlessly into their mouths. Some finally gagged and vomited, despite their best tries to hold it down, and Cadance spoke.
"It's okay. Some may take time, but soon you will all grow very well accustomed to its taste and smell. Pony urine is far thicker and substantive than human urine. Taste its musk, the powerful hormones within it, the other substances and fluids present in it, telling everything about your master's state of reproductive viability, his health, or even his mood. Is it just salty, or slightly sweet? Is it metallic, or slightly tangy? You must, you will have to. So sorry we have to use this procedure, but this is the best way to get acclimated and comfortable with an important task-- taste testing your master's state, and, if he so chooses as well, to be bathed in his showers if it pleases him. You humans may find it shocking, but urination is a key part of equine courting, and a practice you will have to become comfortable with.”
The last trickles died down, the stalllions shook their cocks off over their stewardesses. The girls all sat there, shackled, catching their breath, covered every inch in filthy residue, all they could taste or smell was a dirty public restroom, they wondered how long they would smell that way, when they would ever get that smell out of their noses, the taste out of their mouths and throats. Yellowish Rivulets and trails covered their naked bodies. Tiny beads of precum from the aroused stallion urine dangled off their glistening skin, from their ears, between their noses and lips, even between their eyelashes. They were all smiling at each other and starting to giggle.
The guard ponies all stood over them, looking down at what they had done, their cocks now becoming very erect.
The girls were all unshackled. In Cadance's prescence, still overwhelmed with lust, they immediately leapt for their very guards who had just finished using them as a urinal, startling them with their voracious hunger, dabbling and licking at their sheaths hoping for more, carresing, kissing, licking at their cocks. The stallions held back and looked nervously at Cadance, who nodded and brushed them off with a hoof, and the guards threw off their armor and went to work. One guard promptly sat on his girl's face, her tongue hungrily going to work on his taint, while another leaned back and had two girl licking each of his black testicles. One woman gave her guard a hornjob, carefully moving up and down on the horn of a grey unicorn, who soon exploded a plasmodial goop on her face, which she licked off her fingers. Another was on his back, eating his slave out while she took in his chubby girth in her mouth. The sixth was getting his shaft worked between the large breasts of a freckle faced girl, his seed spilling all over her chest and face. They all now smelled of piss and cum, rolling around in their own puddles of it on the floor in their lovemaking. Cadance's horn slowly dimmed and faded, the guard ponies and women suddenly seemed to have come to and looked around themselves in surprise.
The Queens looked on, Celestia was furiously masturbating to the sight, Luna was vomiting into a barf bag she had conjured. But Shining Armor had his eye on Kristina, and couldn't take it anymore. He shed his armor and went for Kristina, who stopped helping her guard after another girl took over his cock.
"Hey, babe.”, he says, prancing up to Kristina. He offered her a hoof, she took it and sat up from being crouched on the piss-covered floor. A wash of telekinesis from his horn wiped most of the urine and cum off her face.
Wasn't Cadance right there in the room watching them? What would she think? Kristina looked up towards her, but she wasn't there. She had left.
Shining armor laid her on an empty table next to where Celestia and Luna were sitting and rutted her missionary stile, staring sweetly into her eyes before pulling out and spraying it all over her. He gingerly picked her back up and laid her back on the ground. She stared up at him lovingly.
"Hey Kristina?"
"Yes, Shining?"
"Would you like some lemonade to wash down the corndogs?"
Kristina rolled her eyes. What is with these fucking ponies and their urolagnia?
He squatted over her, squeezing her chest and shoulders under his folded hind legs, and let his now limp cock dangle right into her mouth. It was black, soft and spongy, she licked at its slick translucent coating of fluids. She waited, and as his stomach heaved with a deep sigh, she soon felt the warm trickle of Shining Armor's stream of warm piss flowing into her mouth. She let it cascade down her throat, gulping just right, so she didn't spill a drop through her lips. He finished and shook off the last trickles in her mouth, and after her last swallow he bent down his face to her and kissed her one last time.
"Y-You take care."
The orgy died down, the soldiers said their goodbyes and they mopped up the mess and hit the showers to clean off. None of them told the other girls, who were getting their turn later.
