> Friendship is Tragic: Rise of the New Equestrian Order
>  by Tala Tearjerker
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> Chapter 1: Homework for Pinkie Pie
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	Twilight Sparkle's horn glowed as she pulled new books down from the shelf laying them out on her desk two at a time. She closed the book she was currently studying, a rare discourse on mental magic, and moved her hands across its cover one last time before setting it aside to make room for the two new ones. Some ponies might have found the task difficult, but she was determined to craft a new spell for Celestia. Something along the lines of her want it, need it spell. Something not as blunt. Something more subtle.

Twilight's studies were interrupted by a loud, excited rapping at her front door. She opened the top half with a flick of her horn. Pinkie Pie fell forward as the door opened, tumbling over the waist-high hurdle of the door's lower half and coming to a rest on her head, ass in the air.
"TWILIGHT!" she screamed, her voice shrill and excited.
"Yes, Pinkie?" asked Twilight, eyes rolling as she clopped over to help her friend right herself.
Once Pinkie was upright she asked, "Guess who got invited to go on the most stupendous, super duper, awesome trip to Canterlot?" From the wide grin on her face, the answer was clear.
"Was it you by any chance?" asked Twilight, smiling and dusting off Pinkie's shoulders.
"YESSS, YESS, how did you know? Did someone tell you? It's supposed to be a secret. I mean, it is a secret. Or it was a secret, but I guess it's still a secret if you don't tell anypony."
Twilight trotted back to her books, "Princess Celestia has commissioned me for a special spell. Maybe this has something to do with it, but if it's supposed to be a SECRET, Pinkie, then you shouldn't be telling me about it!" She looked over her shoulder to check for Spike, but he was still upstairs snoozing late into the day. "But I suppose you've already spilled most of the beans to me. I won't share your secret with anypony if you give me all the juicy details."
Pinkie bounced in place, springy on her hooves, and nearly touching the ceiling with her hands. Pinkie seemed to defy gravity unlike any other pony in Ponyville. "Aweeessommmeee, but you gotta Pinkie Pie swear with me."
Twilight let out an exasperated sigh. Pinkie could be insufferable sometimes, but at least she meant well. Twilight went through the motions, even jamming her curled up fist into her eye. "...stick a cupcake in my eye. Pinkie, why does your swear even involve this. It makes no sense!"
Pinkie just smiled as she removed her own balled up fist from her eye socket. It didn't hurt, but she had once given herself a black eye during an especially exciting Pinkie Pie swear. "It makes total sense Twilight. It's like, uh, you know, a test! You gotta pass it. And I'll know if you don't. So, like, Celestia told me she needed some help trying out some new training techniques for mares. Said I'd be her very first volunteer. I'm super excited to help, and it never hurts to help, right?"
Twilight snickered as she sat down on the pillow she used for a chair, "Well I don't know if that's one hundred percent accurate Pinkie, sometimes it can hurt to help! What with all the encounters we've had to face over the past couple of years I've gotten my share of bruises. Did Celestia give you any more details than that? Sounds a little vague."
Pinkie shook her head, long mane brushing along her shoulders as she did, "She just said it was really important, and that I'd be part of something that would affect all of Equestria. I mean, I know I'm special, but soon I'll be super-special. Maybbeee I'll be a PRINCESSS!" she squealed at the top of her lungs, stamping her hooves. "Or it could be super boring and lame like the Gala, but that's not very exciting, so I'm just gonna assume it's gonna be awesome."
Twilight smiled, "I'm very happy for you Pinkie. I'm sure you'll have a great time. Do you know how long you'll be gone? And do you need someone to take care of Gummy? I hope you've made a list of everything to do before you go. It's very important to stay organized."
Pinkie bounced in place, "Celestia said I could be there anywhere from a few days to a few months. I guess it depends on how well the training goes. Maybe when I come back I'll have super powers. Or know magic! I could be the first earth pony with magic. Wouldn't that be awesome??? But, um, Guppy's staying with Fluttershy, and I've got everything packed already. Candy, party supplies, rubber chickens, more candy, and, uh, lots of other stuff."
Twilight stood up, looking down at her books, "Thanks for coming over Pinkie, I'm glad you told me, even if it was a secret. I promise not to tell anypony else, but you have to remember to write if Celestia needs you for longer than a week. Even if it is just party invites and glitter pen." she winked, gave Pinkie's muzzle a friendly nuzzle, and then bit her lower lip, "But I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I really need to get back to my research that new spell. Celestia said she'd need it sooner rather than later."
Pinkie stopped bouncing, if only for a moment, to nuzzle Twilight right back, "Thanks Twilight, I'll make sure to bring lots of cool stuff back from Canterlot, and write when I can. Byeeeee!"

With that Twilight returned to her studies, and Pinkie returned home to put the finishing touches on her packing. After stuffing one last collection of deflated party balloons into her already overflowing suitcase, Pinkie trotted to the Friendship Express, luggage in tow. Soon enough she was on the train, heading straight to Canterlot which was about a day's trip away. Pinkie felt right at home with the gentle rocking of the train and the chatter of the passengers. To Pinkie, a train ride was akin to a low-grade party. She moved from passenger to passenger introducing herself along the way and making bubbly chatter. Most ponies knew of Pinkie pie from her involvement in the defending Equestria as one of the Elements of Harmony, so not only was it easy to make friends, but it also wasn't strange when, after departing from the main carriage to head back to her room, she ran into someone who already knew her name.
Tala Tearjerker had dirty blonde hair with highlights of lighter colors both in her mane and in her tail. Her eyes were a dark blue, and she stood just under six feet tall. Her dress was a rich red and made of a single piece of fabric. A deep cut circle showed off Tala's heavy cleavage without threatening any real nudity. Two slits along the sides of the dress ran from just below Tala's hip and exposed her long white legs. The dress was provocative for day wear. Surely Tala would turn heads. Rarity would most definitely have approved. The mare smiled as Pinkie approached her cabin, "Pinkie Pie I presume? Celestia sent me ahead as an escort to make sure that you made it to Canterlot. I meant to catch you on the platform, but I lost you in the shuffle."
Pinkie Pie giggled. "How'd you know it was me, huh? Was it my bubbling personality? Or maybe my extra-floofy mane?" She pushed hers up for effect, letting it spill back down over her shoulders.
Tala just smiled, "You're neon pink, and stand out like a sore thumb. Honestly I didn't even need a proper description to spot you." She tapped on the clouded glass to Pinkie's compartment, "I hope you don't mind me imposing on you for some space. Celestia sent me packing with a ticket for coach." She sighed dramatically. "Free travel is just one of the perks of being a servant of the government, but they only provide the cheapest accommodations. My name is Tala by the way, Tala Tearjerker. I make mares cry."
Pinkie nodded, "Of course you can! And we can talk. Celestia hasn't told me much. I was really hoping, like, uh, you could let me know more" she leaned in really close "unless, it's too super-secret to even talk about on the train? I mean, I totally haven't told anypony, and I never would."
Tala opened the door for them, leading Pinkie into her own compartment. It was spacious, with a double bunk bed along the left wall, and a place to sit on the right. The space between the walls gave a pony enough room to stretch fully without feeling cramped. "Well, Pinkie, I'm mostly here as a guide," Tala explained, ushering the pink pony inside, and locking the door behind them. Tala looked out through the glass to make sure nobody was on the other side before pulling down the blinder for the window. The glass was already opaque, but she wanted complete privacy. "To make sure you arrive on time, and in good shape for your lessons. Celestia will give you the full explanation when you arrive. I really wouldn't want to speak for her in that capacity." She took a seat next to Pinkie, stretching an arm out over the back of the cushioned couch, and settling it across Pinkie's shoulders.
Pinkie wriggled excitedly into her seat, tail flickering over the leather of the cushion. Being in the compartment with Tala felt top secret and very special. Pinkie could imagine that she was she was a spy smuggling herself into a foreign land to help save all of Equestria. "That's okay! I understand. The other mares usually don't explain stuff to me either. They always just expect me to know! Like, how this one tim-."
Tala smiled, interrupting Pinkie with a finger to the pink pony's lips. "There is one thing I can tell you about the lessons Pinkie, and that's that they're sexual in nature. I know that sounds a little strange, but stay with me here." Pinkie giggled, blushing a little, and wrinkling up her nose at the word, "Sexu-" she squeaked before Tala shhhed her one more time, "And while I'm not qualified to give the lessons myself, I have a little prep work for you, something you'll need to finish off before we get to Canterlot. It'll help open you up for new lessons." She reached across herself, taking Pinke's left hand with her own, and settling it on something between her legs. Pinkie felt something thick, and heavy, pulsing slightly with each beat of Tala's heart. Tala's eyes were calm, and placid, while Pinkie's opened wide in surprise.
Pinkie's hand squeezed down around the thickness that she felt. The mare was no innocent, but shemales, mares with pricks instead of pussies, were not common. She hadn't even seen one before now. As Tala's heart thudded a little harder, the thickness between Pinkie's delicate fingers grew. "Oh, jeeze, you're a special-pony." she said, her voice low, her hand trembling a little. "I've never been with a special-pony. Is this my homework?" she asked, the blush fading from her cheek. She bit her lower lip, running her fingers along the length of Tala's shemale horse cock, feeling the bulge of the medial ring, and flared tip. "Are we gonna, uh, like, do it?"
Tala snuggled in a bit closer to Pinkie, letting her legs fall apart and giving the pure mare easier access. The dress did little to hide Tala's endowment, outlining her stallionhood as it draped across its thickness. "No quite, Pinkie. When mares do it with stallions, there's a choice right? Sometimes they do it, sometimes they don't. Well this is an important bit of prework for your lessons, and if you're interested in helping Celestia, which I know you are, then you don't have a choice. So we're not really going to do it, Pinkie." Tala explained carefully, gently pulling the single strip of fabric lying between her legs to the side, revealing the long, pink length of her glistening cock. Tala's shaft bobbed upwards, and Pinkie's hand pulled away for a moment as if the thing might bite her, before Tala gently guided it back, clasping her digits around Pinkie's own, moving her wrist in a slow stroke back and forth to get the pink pony used to the idea of her size and girth. "We're not going to do it because I'm going to rape you." She stood up, shuffling over in front of Pinkie while her prick bobbed in mid air, thick and hard enough to stay level with the ground and keep her dress pulled out of the way. The musk of her naked maleness filled the room, and precum pearled from the tip of her oily prick.
Pinkie's blush returned when Tala said the word rape. That couldn't be right could it. Rape wasn't a good thing, and Tala was here on a mission from Celestia. Something clashed in her mind, but Pinkie resolved to see things Tala's way. She must be doing this for the right reasons, after all. Pinke's hand jogged along Tala's cock a moment more before the mare stood, and with the fleshy thing facing her, bobbing, she nodded, "Oh, oh okay! I guess that makes sense. I haven't been raped before, though, so could you like, uh, go nice and slow? You're kind a big stallion, er, mare, er, pony." She giggled a little bit, and reached down, digging into her open suitcase and pulling out a balloon. Ever the party pony, Pinkie had had to improve before and she knew just what to fetch, "Could you put this on, Tala? If you're gonna rape me I don't want to get pregnant."
Tala looked down at Pinkie with hungry eyes. The mare's bosom wasn't as large as Tala's, but with all those extra sweets she snacked on at the candy store, they had an extra layer of heft that the other mares didn't. Pinkie's ass had a similar softness to it that kept her cheeks thick and jiggling. Tala's gaze drifted to the makeshift condom, and for a tense moment she waited considering. Pinkie felt a chill of fear run up her spine. Was Tala going to fuck her without a condom? Was she going to get pregnant? But with a late smile, Tala took the balloon from Pinkie's hand, and worked it down the long, pink length of her cock. "Of course, Pinkie. Don't want you carrying foals you can't handle." It didn't fit all the way over her shaft like a proper rubber would have, but it would provide a moderate amount of protection. With her prick covered Tala knelt between Pinkie's thighs and ran her hands up the mare's short skirt pushing it over the top of her thighs. "These are very pretty Pinkie Pie. Pink and blue. A little clashy, but still nice." Tala ran her hand down the front of Pinkie's panties, feeling her through them. "Let's get these off you, and then we can get down to your homework, okay?"
Pinkie smiled when Tala took the condom. The tension went out of her like the air out of a party balloon. She noticeably relaxed, smiling wider at Tala's compliment to her panties. "Thanks! Rarity made these for me. She's really good at that sort of thing. They could use more streamers, but she wouldn't add them," she hrrumpfed, and then arched her back a little while grinding herself up against Tala's open palm. She rocked firmly against Tala's touch, gyrating her hips back and forth, lifting up off the couch a little as Tala palmed her cunt. "Oh-o-oh-okay, sure thing Tala." She shifted upwards, lifting her ass completely off of the leather seat, and pulled her panties down her thighs. The soft lace clung to her sticky cunny, pulling from her plump, engorged lips so that the center of panties came away last.
Tala helped Pinkie with the next step, lifting those panties up, drawing Pinkie's legs into the air as well. She didn't remove them completely though. Instead she left them in place around Pinkie's ankles. The poor mare couldn't help but feel even more exposed with the panties around her ankles making it difficult for her to move her legs. If she needed to escape it would be difficult at best. Tala lowered herself into position, grasping the base of her monster cock, and squeezed it, which filled the tip of the balloon with salty precum. Tala nestled her flare up against Pinkie's naked pussy while using one hand to keep Pinkie's legs straight up in the air which mashed them up against Pinkie's tits and kept her pinned against the seat. "Rarity does have an excellent eye for fashion. I'll have to mention that to Celestia." she rocked firmly, brushing her rubber coated flared across the lips of Pinkie's vulva. "I'm going to rape you now, Pinkie. Just try to relax, okay? I can't promise it'll feel good, but that's how hard work is, it doesn't always feel good." And with that, Tala leaned forward, and bore her weight down on Pinkie's tight little puss, the broad flare of her shaft overwhelming the mare's soft slit, and grinding on it harshly.
Pinkie's hands spread out to either side of her body to provide stability by openhandedly grasping the couch. Her nails dug into the smooth leather as Tala's cock brushed against her naked slit, "Oh, oh geeze, you're realllly big Tala. Are you sure you can fit? M-m-m-maybe I could just let you rape my hand!" she offered, before throwing her head back in a squeal of pain, hands clenching hard, as Tala' prick found purchase. It wasn't much, as Pinkie was very tight, but Tala knew just what to do. She was a practiced rapist and she put her skills to good use, sinking her cock deeper, pumping her hips in short little strokes so that Pinkie's pussy radiated waves of agony mixed with tiny bursts of pleasure as Tala's cock hammered into her a few inches at a time. In and out, in and out, Pinkie's cunny spread wider and wider, opening up for Tala. Pinkie cried out a second time when Tala's medial ring nestled up against her cuntlips. Tears wet the edges of Pinkie's eyes, "Ahh, ahhh, it hurts, it hurts pretty bad, Tala. Are-aa-a-aare you sure we gotta do this?"
Tala widened her stance to make it easier to get pressure on Pinkie's exposed pussy. Her hips moved slowly, but with purpose, practiced movements that pushed Pinkie's tight little cunny wider, allowing her balloon clad cock to dig deeper inside. Each time she hunched her hips forward she sunk a little deeper, forcing Pinkie to accept her party-balloon-clad package. "Oh yes, yes we do. Celestia gave me very specific instructions on when and how to rape you, Pinkie. We're getting there. You just got a foot more to go, and then I can cum, but not before I hilt, okay? It's really important I be inside allll the way." She leaned down, brushing her tits against the back of Pinkie's legs rolling her hips in sharp bucks, and pushing her medial ring right on in, "Almost there, Pinkie, hang on for me. It's okay if you gotta cry or sob, but if you need to scream, just lemme know." And with that, Tala pushed even deeper. The balloon covered part of her shaft disappeared completely into Pinkie's pussy, and her big balls finally clapped against Pinkie's upturned ass. Tala's balls were naked and glistening with sweat. They left behind gossamer stands of sexual grease as they peeled away after each thrust.
Pinkie's body arched up off the cushions, and her arms supported her as she tried to squirm away from Tala's deep penetration. Pinkie tried to pull back to give the stretched out tunnel of her sex some relief, but Tala set two hands on her shoulders and planted her firmly back down into the seat, which helped her sink a few more inches of glossy pony prick into Pinkie's tensing maresex. Pinkie's lips trembled and she lets out a hot, heavy sob with tears streaking her cheeks in wet rivers of pain. Her cunny tightened each time Tala pushed inside which just made the pain worse. Pinkie begged so sweetly, "P-p-p-p-pleassee stop, T-t-tala! It reallly hurts!" But Tala was undeterred, her hips moving at a steady pace. Pinkie's sobs got louder, and a scream caught in her throat when Tala's fat, balloon covered flare mashed up against her cervix. Her throat contracted as she swallowed the cry of pain, but then another one arose moments later.
But Tala was right there, hand clasped over Pinkie's mouth, drowning out her scream into her palm, muffling it so that no one else could hear. Sure it was part of Pinkie's lesson, but the other ponies wouldn't understand, not yet at least, and things had to be kept confidential. Tala panted hard as she sank in the last few inches. Her sheath rim mashed up against Pinkie's abused cuntlips, spreading her vulva all the way open, while her balls stuck to Pinkie's upturned ass, jelling against her chubby rear. "Here we go, Pinkie. Gonna, nggh, gonna nut." she hunched her hips forward, not really thrusting, just grinding against Pinkie's sex, as if she could bore deeper by doing so. Her cock stirred around in the poor pony girl while Pinkie's hands moved off the couch and squeezed at Tala's hips, pushing this way and that in a frantic effort to dislodge the big shemale cock probing the depths of her sex. However, it was far too late for any kind of resistance. Tala's sack pulled upwards, her shaft swelled, and as her prick bulged with waves of semen, her nuts tensed with each squirt. Her sperm didn't wash right up into Pinkie's womb as would have been proper, but instead filled out the balloon, expanding it into Pinkie's pussy, and sending plenty of her orgasm rushing back out around Tala's prick.
Pinkie's nails scraped along Tala's thighs as her cunny was violated by the hot sperm of the shemale stud. Pinkie expanded her compact form by pushing backwards on Tala with her legs in order to give her belly room to grow as the thick waves of shemale sperm rushed up into her. She gasped into Tala's hand and then went lax. The worst of the ordeal was over, and getting cummed into was a rather passive activity. She slumped back into the couch, legs framing Tala's face as the shemale crooned in pleasure. Her pussy squeezed out of pure reflex, drawing the juices in the balloon deeper, and bulging it in her gut. She worried about the sheer size of Tala's load, but the balloon held, and Pinkie mumbled through Tala's hand, "I bont sceem agun, pomuss!"
Tala relaxed atop her charge and reached up to pull Pinkie's panties the rest of the way off. Tala discarded Pinkie's panties with a flick of her wrist. With the deed done she no longer needed the makeshift hobble. Tala settled in, sweaty frame pressed against Pinkie's own, to let the heavy tension drain from her sack. The special treatments she had been getting were making her antsy, and the only way to scratch the itch was to dump her load. There were plenty of ways to achieve that, but squirting it into a mare was always the most satisfying. She'd feel the relief of a well drained sack for the next day. "I know you won't Pinkie, you're a real trooper." she unclasped her hand around Pinkie's mouth, and leaned in, brushing her white muzzle in close nuzzling affectionately after giving Pinkie her first bit of homework. Tala's dick pulsed and shot out the last of her juices, sack sagging back down.
Pinkie worked her jaw, and smiled up at Tala. It was a reserved thing, a little shy, especially for Pinkie Pie. "Did I do okay? I've never been raped before today. I hope I passed and everything! It hurt pretty bad at the end, and, uh, the middle too, and the beginning. Well, pretty much the entire time! You're bigger than Big Mac." she said, giving Tala's exposed flank a squeeze on either side.
Tala just smiled, and kissed Pinkie's lips, her cock starting to soften inside of the mare's well stretched cunt. "You did fine, Pinkie. You're an A+ student. I'm sure Celestia will enjoy teaching you as much as I have." She slowly pulled back, wincing at the sensations of her sensitive flare dragging along the inside of Pinkie's twitching cunt. Tala stepped back slowly and pulled her glistening pink prick from Pinkie's twat which burbled as semen spilled backwards along her cock. The thick stuff emptied from the back channel of the balloon covering her prick, but Tala squeezed it at the neck, stopping the flow. She pulled completely free with a flourish, cock bobbing upwards, and then sagging back down at the sheer weight of all her sperm trapped at the tip of the inflated balloon. "We're going to have to do something with this, Pinkie. I'm not used to wearing any kind of protection. Especially not with a mare." Tala's words sounded sharp, as if angry that her prick was covered by anything at all, but it was only a moment, a fleeting glimpse of a razor's edge, and Pinkie didn't seem to notice.
Pinkie moaned softly as Tala's prick emerged from her cunt. It actually felt good, like exercising a sore leg. Sure it hurt a little, but nothing like the insertion. She could almost get off on the sensation of her cunny closing back up, and when Tala's prick finally sloughed free of her snatch, Pinkie felt a certain emptiness inside. The sensation of loss only lasted for a few moment, but it was powerful. Pinkie sat backwards on the couch and wiped away the tears from her eyes. "Well I can show you what I always do when there's leftovers." Pinkie's voice was crisp and chipper despite the redness of her tearful eyes, and the pain of the recent rape.
Tala pinched the balloon off the end of her cock, letting it weigh heavily in her hand. Her prick, finally softened, began to retreat back into its sheath. Though Tala's spongy cock flesh was still wet with sexual fluids she didn't seem to mind at all, pulling her dress back into place with her free hand and just letting things sort themselves out. She handed Pinkie the balloon pinched at the neck. The balloon was swollen heavy enough that the PARTY HARDY! text on it was clearly visible. "Please, Pinkie. I'd love to see what you know. I'll make sure to tell Celestia, so that she can know where you're starting at."
Pinkie took the balloon in both hands. In one hand she pinched the balloon's neck, and in the other she palmed its weight from below. "Applejack taught me this one. She's always saying waste not, want not." Pinkie tipped the balloon towards her mouth, and opened her lips. She grinned before relaxing her grip around the neck of the balloon, and letting the thick, hot, shemale sperm roll down her tongue. Pinkie held her tongue outwards to form a channel for the sperm which slowly rolled down the back of her throat. She just let it go, gulping on occasion when the buildup in her mouth became too much, and swallowed all of Tala's spunk till the balloon deflated to the point where she could hold it. Then she squeezed the party balloon from the base and rolled her digits up its length, squishing out the last of Tala's sperm right into her mouth. "Kind of tastes like plastic. Really salty plastic!".
Tala grinning as Pinkie sucked her sperm from the balloon. It was an exquisite display, and Tala's cock thudded a little harder for it, before finally surrendering to the softness of a post coital bliss. "That's very nice Pinkie. I'm glad that you know just what to do with a heavy load." Tala sat back down next to Pinkie, and handed the mare her panties. "I'll be sleeping here tonight, Pinkie. You can pick the bunk you'd like." she winked with a smile. "Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day."
> Chapter 2: Pinkie's First Lesson
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	Pinkie tossed fitfully as she tried to get to sleep. She squirmed this way and that underneath the sheets to find a comfortable spot to lay down. Deep parts of Pinkie's body ached having been spread, massaged, and worked by Tala's prick, and no matter which way Pinkie lay in the bed some part of her made her groan with pain. Despite the constant aches Pinkie eventually fell into a deep slumber. Tala pulled the blankets over her body and joined Pinkie.
Morning came and Tala woke to the smell of breakfast when Pinkie returned carrying a tray with two plates. Each plate was piled high with pancakes and syrup, and atop each stack sat a pair of crispy strips of bacon. Tala sat upright, completely nude, and let her junk hang between her legs, shifting it occasionally if her rather large member got uncomfortable. She held a strip of bacon in one hand and took a bite. The flavor burst in her mouth, the meat crunched between her teeth, and she let out a happy sigh. Her prick twitched casually as Pinkie just picked up a piece for herself. "It's bacon Pinkie," Tala explained as she rolled the meat around in her mouth giving it one last taste before swallowing slowly, "try it. You'll like it. I promise, even if it's not as sweet as you." Tala picked up her second piece of bacon, pointed the tip at Pinkie, and smiled, before tilting it back and nibbling on the tip.
Pinkie squeezed the strip between her fingers and watched as the grease rolled down her thumb. She leaned in really close, smelling it, "Are you sureeee I'll like it? I mean, normally I'd make you Pinkie Pie swear for a promise like that, but I love to try new things, especially food!" Pinkie put the whole strip of bacon in her mouth and chewed the fried meat noisily. Pinkie ate in big chompy bites, and got little bits of bacon all over her muzzle. "Hey that is really good! It's like a savory cupcake," she quickly ate the second, stuffing it into her mouth without thought.
Tala finished her bacon, and stabbed her fork into the stack of pancakes, chewing on a mouthful thoughtfully before responding, "That's a good way to describe bacon Pinkie. Have you ever had it before? It comes from pigs?"
Pinkie shook her head before swallowing down the last of her second piece, "Nope! Never ever! Not even once! I know Applejack has some pigs around the farm, but I never knew you could get bacon from pigs. I thought she just milked them or something."
Tala laughed a little to herself which made her tits jostle, waves of motion moving through them. She spoke a moment later, "My understanding is that Applejack mostly sells apples, but the farm makes some money on the side selling bacon. Just not to ponies. Well, until now." Tala licked the grease off one of her fingers, and continued, "It's still a little taboo. Ponies always prefer the old ways over the new. Vegetarianism and mareism and all that." Tala scrunched up her nose at the idea, "But they'll come around, I'm sure of it."
Pinkie dug into her pancakes using both her hands to bring the pancake discs one by one directly to her mouth and eating them in quick bites. With Pinkie's mouth half stuffed with food, and spraying Tala's naked tits with little bits of cooked batter, she said, "Well this is really good! I could make some chocolate bacon covered cupcakes." Pinkie paused momentarily to think about that before squealing at the top of her lungs, "That would be delicious!"
Tala forked off the last half of the tower of pancakes in front of her, and chewed thoughtfully on them while brushing syrupy crumbs off her tits. She swallowed, and set her fork down before answering Pinkie, "Pinkie they slaughter the pigs. That's what Big Mac and AJ do in their barn. Put them up on hooks and take out the bacon." Tala's prick twitched at the thought.
Pinkie shook her head, "Nu-un! AJ would never do something like that! I mean animals are our friends, especially our pets. I would never eat Gummy!"
Tala smiled, "They aren't pets, Pinkie. They're farm animals. They're bred to be food. It's their place in life. They live a good long time, roll around in the mud, and when their ticket comes up, it gets punched. Nothing to feel bad about. It's just the way things are."
Pinkie deflated like a balloon, slouching forward, and staring at her empty fork, "R-r-r-rreally?" she asked. Pinkie bit her lower lip, "Well, I guess, you know, Fluttershy doesn't stop animals from snacking on each other." She perked up a little more, and her lip bite bloomed into a smile, "And if animals can eat each other, then it's gotta be okay for us to eat them."
Tala nodded right along as Pinkie came to her own easy conclusions. Tala leaned over to give Pinkie a pat on the head, "That's right, Pinkie. You sure are a quick learner, but I need to get dressed." Tala peered out the window to the countryside, "We're almost to Canterlot and I can't go out like this." In the pastoral fields that surrounded the high cliffs of Canterlot ponies worked together to raise new buildings. They slipped by as Tala watched. The ponies were so busy with the task at hand that they didn't bother to look at the train, or see Tala hunched forward over her dinner tray wearing nothing at all and staring out at them. She stood up from the dinner tray, cock swaying between her legs, reaching further down than it should, and fetched a new outfit from the small amount of luggage she brought into Pinkie's room the previous night.
Pinkie watched her with red on her cheeks as Tala dressed. The big shemale turned around as she pulled the plush sweater down over her tits, and tucked her ass into a thigh high skirt. Pinkie blurted out, "You look really cute, Tala!" The white pony turned to just smile at her while slipping a brush through her long, dirty-blonde mane, "Thanks Pinkie, I'm glad you think so."
Just then the train began to break. Pinkie and Tala braced against nearby objects as their forward momentum dissipated along with that of the train. Tala hefted a bag over her shoulder and lead the way out onto the train station with Pinkie right behind her. Tala kept Pinkie close, slowing her pace when the throng of disembarking ponies threatened to separate them. After breaking free from the crush of exiting ponies Tala walked side by side with Pinkie, steering their general direction away from the castle proper. Tala lead them into a coffee shop and found a table in the corner to sit with Pinkie. A waitress came to take their order.
After the waitress left Pinkie leaned across the table slowly, inching towards Tala. The white mare looked out across the room, and then back at Pinkie, out across the room, and then back again. Pinkie was almost all the way across the table, nearly touching Tala, before whispering, "Are we on a superrr-secret hideout mission? Is that why we're out here? Huh, huh?" Tala chuckled a little and pushed on Pinkie's nosepad till the mare was gently pushed all the way back into her seat. "Something like that, Pinkie. Moreover we're waiting until Luna's guards are manning their posts. It will be a bit till nightfall and the changing of the guard."
Pinkie nodded, blowing air up at her hair so that the tip of her floofy mane bounced a few times. "Being on a super-secret mission for the princess is kind of boring. I thought it would be a lot more exciting than this! I mean, all I did so far was get raped, and I didn't even have to, like, do anything!" Tala leaned forward a little, brow furrowing, "Not so loud Pinkie. You're going to blow our cover. You have to keep things like that to yourself. At least for now." Pinkie puckered her lips and nodded her head, giving Tala a big wink.
The time passed slowly with Tala watching the sun crawling over the sky and absently answering Pinkie's probing questions with gentle deflections. They had lunch and an early dinner at the cafe. Tala assured Pinkie that she needed to eat well to keep her strength up for the training that was ahead. The pink pony had no problems eating both her dinner, and a bit of Tala's, sneaking extra pieces off of Tala's plate while she wasn't looking. Tala didn't seem to mind much, and as night fell, she stood up with Pinkie saying, "It's time to go Pinkie."
Tala placed bits on the table to cover their tab and an appropriate sized tip for a waitress that had been providing them constant service throughout their stay. Both ponies trotted down to the castle, Tala leading the way towards a side entrance that let in through the gardens, and Pinkie following. Pinkie gulped when she saw the Luna's nightwing guards posted at the smaller side entrance. They wore curved, ornate armor, and had bat wings instead of feathered Pegasi wings. Their eyes were uniformly yellow with dark black centers and they each carried a halberd eight feet long with a curved, and heavily weighted, axe at the top. They stood at rest, but did move from their posts as Pinkie and Tala approached. Tala simply smiled to the guards, "Homer and Terrence, I hope you both have been well. This is Pinkie, a soon to be NEOphyte." Homer, the slightly taller of the two, nodded his head in greeting, took a moment to gather Pinkie up with his eyes, and went back to staring forward into empty space. Tala took Pinkie's hand in her own, and pulled the pony past the guards as she smiled her biggest smile and greeted them, "Hiii! Byeee!"
Tala lead Pinkie past the guards, into the castle, and down a maze of corridors. The place was a complex, a small city in and unto itself. In the past the castle had served the role of a real defensive fortification, and had room and provision for over a thousand ponies. Though it had been remodeled and redecorated over the centuries the layout had not changed substantially from it's purposefully confusing twists and turns. As a defensive mechanism it would ensure that attackers would have a hard time navigating the castle should they breach it's walls.
As a matter of practical, and temporally local, importance it served to leave Pinkie hopelessly lost. After the fifth turn Pinkie squeezed Tala's hand and stopped as she tugged on the the mare, "Are you sure you know where we're going? This place is kind of spooky. I didn't know the princesses had a maze down here!" Tala stopped momentarily, and turned to the pink pony, reaching up to brush a lock of springy hair out of her face saying, "Of course I do Pinkie. I've been down here a bunch myself helping Celestia get setup. It's a little confusing at first, but you get used to it. If you ever need to get around the castle proper I'm sure Celestia can assign you an escort." Tala lifted Pinkie's hand to her own, giving the mare's opisthenar a little smooch, "Just remember to giggle at the ghosties if you see any."
Pinkie giggled and then grinned, her grip loosened on Tala's hand, and she bounced forward down the hallway, "Is it to the left, or the right? Or maybe down these stairs?"
Tala trailed along just behind as the room echoed with Pinkie's happy laughter and she guided the mare towards the final destination, "It's right, right, left, left, up, down, and then we're there. Some of the staircases are enchanted." Explained Tala as the pair navigated the twisting corridors of Canterlot's castle. "They seem to go up, but you're actually going down, and vice versa."
Pinkie trotted along close to Tala, "Oh man that sounds like super-duper special magic. I'm sure Twilight would love it. Can I bring her here next?" Tala wrapped her arm around Pinkie's waist, "I don't think Twilight's on the schedule for training just yet, Pinkie. Celestia's got a list that starts with some of the easier students." Pinkie scrunched up her muzzle, and hmmed, "But I thought Twilight would be like a grade A+ student! Why isn't she first on the list?" Tala hand dropped down over Pinkie's far asscheek, getting a handful of her rear and squeezing, "Twilight isn't experienced as some of the other mares. She'll be learning from the ground up, and has so many bad habits to unlearn. I think Twilight will surely prove quite the challenge."
Tala lead Pinkie to the end of a long corridor which dead ending into a single heavy wooden door. The door was decorated with a coat of arms containing only a title, an escutcheon, and a motto. Across the top was of the escutcheon was a title banner which curved back in on itself so that it was folded over one on each side of the middle word. The lettering black on white lettering  on the top banner spelled out the words NEW EQUESTRIAN ORDER. Across the bottom was another banner which angled downwards, bent just after the second word, and flowed back up at a right angle. The bottom banner contained the motto CORPUS EIUS, NOS DOMINATIO written in a bright yellow on black. On both banners the letters were thick, but thinned as the lines making up the letters led into curving serifs giving them the expensive flourish of calligraphy. The escutcheon carried Celestia's the radiant sun cutie mark in the upper right on a field of light blue, and Luna's crescent moon cutie mark in the upper left on a field of black dotted with twinkling stars. Both cutie marks took up the top one third of the escutcheon. The bottom two thirds was occupied by a trio flat colored triangles which equally divided the rest of the space. From left to right occupying one each of the colored triangles was the outline of a mare of the pegasi, unicorn, and earthpony type. All of them were prostate, hands out before them, faces down, bowing from their knees towards the top center of the coat of arms.
"Is this it? Are we here?" she bounced in circles around Tala who chuckled and trotted forward towards the door, bringing her orbiting Pinkie in tow, "We are indeed. I do hope you'll be a good student for Celestia. She's got a lot to teach you, and try to keep an open mind, Pinkie. I'll be back to pick you up once your training is over."
Tala finished talking a few feet before the door turned to Pinkie and pressed the mare back against the cold stone of the wall. Tala brushed her lips to Pinkie's own as she spoke "I'm going to miss you like this, Pinkie. Bouncy, bubbly, so much life and energy, but it'll be better once Celestia's done with you." Tala's body molded over Pinkie's smaller frame as she pressed forward on the smaller mare, pinning her to the wall. Tala's cock thudded lightly against the inside of Pinkie's thigh, her bigger bust mooshed over Pinkie's tits, and their nipples rubbed hard through the thin layer of fabric separating them. Pinkie blushed, coloring her cheeks a deeper share of pink as Tala's lips found her own, and they kissed Pinkie tried to protest even as Tala's lips were brushing up against her own, as Tala was invading her personal space and crushing more and more against her, "I'm always gonna be like this, Tala! Laughter is forever."
"Sure you are, Pinkie," said before Tala's sliding her tongue into Pinkie's mouth and taking over her oral cavity. Tala explored Pinkie's blunt teeth for the sticky taste of syrup and candy. Pinkie's thighs opened in a natural reflex as Tala slid in between them. Her hands moved along Tala's sides, before settling down on her ass. Tala broke the kiss and nuzzled down into Pinkie's neck and shoulder, sucking on a patch of flesh and pulling it into a bruising hickey. Pinkie just giggled loudly, and squirmed in mock panic, "Ahhhh! Tala's a vampire pony!" she reached between herself and pushed Tala off. The bigger settled back onto her hooves and smiled down at Pinkie, "Be good for the Princess." And with that opened the door for Pinkie, ushered her inside, and closed it behind her. Pinkie didn't even get a chance to ask Tala about the strange emblem painted on the door.

The sound of the latch snapping into place behind Pinkie hung in the air for a moment after the door closed. Pinkie was alone in the room which was dimly lit by hemispheres embedded in the ceiling above her. Some of them were darker than others and projected almost no light. Pinkie squeezed her arms around herself, "Hello?" she asked into the dimly lit room and an answer came in the form of bright light. The hemispheres above her flared as they banished the shadows from the room and around the corner came Celestia. "Pinkamena Diane Pie?" she asked, before instantly recognizing the smaller pony. Celestia was physically larger than Pinkie in every regard. She stood nearly six and a half feet tall which was more than any other pony in Ponyville. Compared to Pinkie her body was bigger, thicker, and heavier in every way. Her bosom was full, and rounded, barely contained within the translucent white of her gown, and each breast was bigger than Pinkie's head. Celestia's tits heaved upwards, and then sloshes about when they came back down, matching the cadence of her stride. Celestia wore a simple white tunic with golden trim around the edges. It had a slit down the front but was currently held closed by five black buttons. The buttons strained to hold back Celestia's immense bosom and the bottom half of her tunic carried the same familiar bulge as Tala's did earlier, though Celestia's was noticeably more pronounced.
Pinkie blushed a little when she saw Celestia in such informal attire. Most ponies didn't worshiped Celestia as a goddess, most saw her simply as a princess, a figurehead of the state, and a ruler, but not divine. Pinkie fell into that camp as well, but was used to seeing Celestia in more formal dress, the kind at court that denuded its wearer of any sense of sensuality. The kind that strangled off gender and hid the slightest hint of impropriety behind layers of lace, ruffles, and silk. But the outfit that Celestia was currently wearing hid almost none of that. The white of the tunic was translucent, almost see through, and her ballbag hung below the hem of her tunic. Each one of Celestia's testicles were the size of a cantaloupe, covered in a tautly drawn pink scrotum that was smooth and without wrinkles. Celestia smiled and clopped over to Pinkie, running a hand through the mare's hair. "It's good to see you again, Pinkie, bearer of the element of laughter. I trust that your trip was swift and uneventful? I sent my most loyal servant Tala Tearjerker to see to your arrival."
Pinkie stood up on her tips of her hooves when Celestia touched her hair to increase the contact between herself and Celestia. The soft pink of her poofy mane often tangled brushes and combs, but Celestia's long fingers raked through it with ease. Pinkie nodded eagerly, "Yeah it was pretty easy. No dragons or hordes of monsters or changelings or anytthinggg. I mean, well, uh, Tala raped me, but I don't think that's really the same. It wasn't really a challenge. I didn't have to do much at all!" she smiled up at Celestia, and then looked around the room at all the strange devices. It looked like a gymnasium, or a physical therapy center with specific stations spread out around the room each offset from the other with enough space to prevent ponies from bumping into each other. Pinkie looked around, leaning in against Celestia and asked, "So is this where all my training is gonna happen? Is this like, a gym or something? Am I gonna get super buff?"
Celestia chuckled, which came out as a deep rumble from beneath her bosom. Her hand moved down the side of Pinkie's head, running over her cheek, and cradling her chin. "Well I'm glad to hear that Tala got you started off with a little rape. We're going to be doing a lot more of that! It's an important part of the training." she nodded, "Yes Pinkie, this is where you'll be training for the coming weeks. I'll be seeing to you personally each night, and Luna will be taking care of you during the day when I have other duties to which I must attend. Why don't I show you around?"
Pinkie nodded eagerly, "Oh yeah that would be great. What are all these things for anyways? And they have, like, I dunno, straps and stuff, and that one's got a little pool. With chains on the bottom. It's too small for swimming though! And what's behind that other door?"
Celestia trotted forward, walking Pinkie with her as she made her way around the room, "Well a lot of these are different types of rape racks. Just like Tala raped you on the train, you're going to get raped here. The straps are for keeping you in place. They make sure you don't go scampering off between sessions, or hurt yourself during an especially hard rape." Celestia walked past one with a padded bench built into the metal frame, "This one is for animals. Four legged ones, like your pet Gummie, but much, much larger. They need special places to put their arms and legs or else they might hurt you with their weight." Celestia simply smiled at Pinkie when she asked about the door in the back of the training center and made no mention of what might lay beyond.
Pinkie shook her head in disbelief, "Animals? i-i-I don't really understand why I need a rape rack for animals."
Celestia lead Pinkie around the outer loop of the equipment, "Well you're a mare Pinkie. A female. It's really quite simple. You need to learn to service anything with a cock. It doesn't matter if it's some beast of burden, your fellow stallions, a big scaly dragon, or a shemale like me." Celestia leaned in close, kissing Pinkie on the lips while the smaller pony's brow dropped in confusion.
Pinkie blinked at the kiss, and pulled away a little, "But we're not suppose to do it with animals! Isn't that like the law or something?" Celestia just chuckled and guided Pinkie over to the shallow pool, "When you say things like that it's clear that you need this sort of training." Celestia looked down into the pool whose still waters reflected both of the ponies. "You see that, Pinkie?" she asked, pointing to Pinkie's reflection. The Pinkie pony nodded dumbly, "It's me! Pinkie Pie." Celestia shook her head, rainbow mane billowing, "That's not you Pinkie, that's just a mare, but when we're done with your training I'll ask you that question one more time and you'll give me the right answer." Celestia looked down on Pinkie with gentle Celestia balled up a handful of Pinkie's hair, "But we shouldn't dally Pinkie, it's almost midnight. I think it's time we get started on your first real lesson."
Pinkie Pie looked down into the reflection in the water and cringed at Celestia's words, "Uhh-uhhhh-i-I'm not sure I wanna be a student here anymore, Celestia. I mean, I like being Pinkie Pie!" She reached up, placing a hand on Celestia's wide bosom, and pushed gently, as if to put space between herself and the bigger pony, but she was far too late, and far too trapped, gasping as Celestia yanked on her hair.
Celestia guided Pinkie to a nearby rape rack while chatting genially, as if Pinkie hadn't said a thing about not wanting to be her student anymore, "Nonsense Pinkie, the only reason you like being Pinkie Pie is because you haven't had all your lessons. When we're through you'll thank me for helping you realize your place in the world. I promise you that." The frame was made from metal with bolts sunk deep into the ground. The metal itself was of a fine stamped steel and looked brand new, and bore a small, but conspicuous, apple stamped into the metal. There was a padded center bar over which Celestia pushed Pinkie, adjusting the frame so that the center bar was at the bottom of Pinkie's waist, just above where her torso met her groin. She used her weight from behind to pin Pinkie up against the bar's pad and tugged Pinkie's squirming hands into leather straps stretching her arms out in front of her. Next she leaned back, and pulled a large leather belt around Pinkie's midsection, tightening it so that the mare couldn't squirm left or right. Finally, Celestia knelt behind Pinkie, running a hand down her left thigh, and then down her right, easing her hooves into short manacles on either side of the rape rack which kept Pinkie's legs firmly spread. Celestia ran her hands up the back of Pinkie's legs, and double checked the restraints on her wrists as they were the most important. "There we go Pinkie, all nice and snug. You don't think you could escape do you?" she asked, white fingers moving to the black buttons on her tunic.
Pinkie had little resistance to offer when Celestia marched her over to the rack, and only gulped as she was bent over, but when Celestia started to feed her hands through the leather straps, she couldn't help but jerk her hand back, pulling away, trying to resist having them threaded in. Pinkie squirmed as she said, "Oh, oh, g-geeze, Celestia, can't you just train me without the rack? I mean, Tala didn't need one to rape me!" to which Celestia replied, "This just makes it much easier to get through your training Pinkie, and when we start on the harder lessons, we'll really need one then so it's better that you just get used to being in one now." Celestia chuckled a little bit, popping the black buttons of her tunic till her tits and cock bounced free in equal measure. She shrugged her shoulders and let the garment pool on the ground in a semicircle behind her. Celestia's cock didn't fit in its sheath properly, it was simply too large, drooping over the firm cusp of scrotum as it throbbed with casual pleasure at the sight of one of the mane six prostrate before her, ready to receive her first real lesson.
Pinkie looked back over her shoulder at the princess undressing. The sight of the head of state nude behind her made her seize up, breath tightening in her chest, cheeks flushing a dark red of shame. This wasn't something she was suppose to be seeing, and yet Celestia was still nude behind her, running those digits up the back of her ass and flipping her skirt up. "Oh oh okay, I guess that makes sense! Yy-y-you're the teacher after all."
Celestia ran her hands over Pinkie's ass, digging her thumbs into the girl's crack, "I'm the teacher, and the shemale. I have the cock, Pinkie. That's all that matters now." she hooked her fingers into Pinkie's panties and peeled them out of her asscrack, dragging them downwards just enough to bring Pinkie's naked rear into view. She didn't need anything else from Pinkie, just enough access to get her the holes, those ones that would be the source of much of her pain in the coming weeks. Celestia thumbed open Pinkie's  asscrack so that the pinky pony's soft, slightly darker anus spread open before her, winking tight when Celestia leaned down to kiss it. "You're just a mare Pinkie, not a person anymore, not important. That's your first lesson." Celestia let out her long, broad tongue and drug it up from the back of Pinkie's taint, across the rim of her anus, and then back down again, painting the crinkle of her asshole with long, slow licks.
Pinkie's shifted fitfully when Celestia undressed her. She was nude now, nude with her very own princess. Something felt terribly wrong about it. She pulled her legs inwards from their straps, but the strong leather held tight, and it only made her buttocks flex against Celestia's open palms before they spread out before her. Pinkie blushed a bright red, gasping when Celestia's lips met her pink shithole, "Oh, ohh, Celestia. I didn't realize how wild you were." she shudders hard, arching her back, pushing into that wet tongue. Her asshole quivered, her eyes closed, and Pinkie grooved on the feeling of Celestia's wet tongue tracing circles of the bud of her anus, helping it bloom like a ripe, musky flower. By the time Celestia pulled her lips and tongue away, Pinkie's asshole was gaping gently, and her pussy was wet with juices.
Celestia drew up behind Pinkie while moving her hand from the mare's left buttocks to just below the head of her cock. She jogged it with earnest desire, eyes narrowing, till her flare was fat and plump, and precum boiled from the tip of her shiny, pink cock. "When you've lived ten thousand years my darling eating a little ass is a bit on the tamer side of things I've done." she pressed herself up against Pinkie's soft, gaping anus, and the fist sized head of her flare eclipsed Pinkie's asshole completely, squelching with wet fluids as Celestia begin to bear down her enormous weight on the strapped in mare's rump.
Pinkie tried to reach back involuntarily to touch herself. She was probably the most experienced of all her friends, and more than a few stallions had gone from porking Pinkie's plump puss to slamming her shithole. Celestia wasn't just some stallion though, some rough eager boy off the road spending a night at the Cake's residence. Celestia was a mastiff by comparison, bigger and badder than all the rest, and Pinkie's eyes went wide when she felt the greasy head of her princess's shemale cock nestled up against her asshole, casually demanding entrance, "P-p-p-pp rincess! Y-y-ou-you can't p-p-put that there! It won't fit!"
Celestia just leaned forward, putting more of her tremendous weight to bear on Pinkie's shitter. Her cock bowed only slightly under the pressure, and begin to make slow, steady progress, forcing Pinkie's asshole to bloom like a flower out of season. With a bit of purchase found, Celestia's hands went to Pinkie's hair and hips getting a grip on both. "Of course I can, Pinkie. You're a mare, not a person. I can do whatever I want with a mare." she spit out the word mare each time, pulling hard on Pinkie's hair, and pushing her dick deeper, popping the wide, swollen flare past Pinkie's asshole. The poor pony let out a squeal of agony as she was opened up, and Celestia just smiled, leaning in harder, her hooves clopping with tiny little steps forward, "Can you feel how much it hurts, Pinkie? This is what it means to be a mare. It feels good to hurt you. It makes my cock squirt something fierce being inside of you, raping you. Tell me how much it hurts, Pinkie. I want to know. I need to know." her words were both vicious and lusty as her divine cock gouged out Pinkie's insides and stretched her anus wider than it should ever go.
PInkie's eyes watered, and tears blossomed on the edges of them. "Princess, PRINCESSS! P-p-p-please STOP!" she squealed at the top of her lungs. Her poofy tail flickered against Celestia's naked bosom, and her underbelly as she was penetrated. Her asshole bloomed outwards as she accepted Celestia inside of her, and with each thrust from the bigger, white pony princess, Pinkie's body jerked hard against the rape rack she was tied to. Despite the strength of Pinkie's spasming the rack held her fast. The leather straps kept her firmly in place. No matter how much she pulled or twisted away, she never got any further from Celestia's cock as it marched firmly up her bowels. As three feet of uncut mare cock neared the halfway point into her upturned, Pink ass, Pinkie's lips pouted, and she let out a hot, wailing sob, "It hurts, Princess. It hurts so bad. I feel, I feel like I'm gonna Pinkie-pop!" and indeed Pinkie's belly was bulging in a dangerous fashion, showing the clear conical outline of Celestia's too-big prick.
Celestia didn't stop though, "You know the first mare I practiced on? Well, she did just that, but don't worry Pinkie, I'm going to keep you in one piece. I can't have your guts hanging out on the floor. You're going to be my very first NEOphyte." Celestia lunged forward, pushing another three inches inside, burying her dick deeper and deeper, the veiny, greasy length of her cock slowly filling Pinkie's rear. Pinkie's buttocks flexes, chewing lightly around Celestia's cock. As Pinkie's cries of panic grew higher and higher, Celestia's horn began to glow, and a gentle yellow radiance wrapped itself around Pinkie's body. Inside her microtears were mending, and her guts were healing even as they were being broken. They wouldn't be good as new, not with the new connective tissue bridging the gaps where Pinkie's guts had been so brutally wrenched open. Pinkie's anus, rectum, colon, and a small part of her lower intestines were being reshaped to house Celestia's massive cock, turned into a fuck socket appropriate for the princess's prick. "I'm close Pinkie, can you feel it?" she whispered, her ballsack swinging. The plump, pink orbs were so large that they brushed up against the back of Pinkie's thighs long before her sheath even threatened to make out with her asshole.
Pinkie's body was soaked in sweat. Being raped so hard and rough made her muscles twitch and twist worse than any workout. Each firm thrusts sent shockwaves of pain rolling her bowels as they were rent asunder to better suit Celestia's needs. Spittle ran down the front of her face, little lines of snot dripped from her nostrils, her eyes rolled back into her head a little when Celestia's medial ring lodged extra deep, and popped her guts even wider. She could feel every inch of that veiny rapist cock probing her backside, and her whole body was racked with waves of pain. The only thing keeping her standing was the rape rack with it's firm metal bindings clinking gently each time that Celestia thrust forward, and strained Pinkie's body against the rack's hold. Pinkie cried hot and hard. Tears streamed down her face. Her lips parted, and all that came out was a choked, useless sob, followed by a hot intake of breath, and then a few more sputtering squeals of panic, "Aghhh!!! Fweasssseee."
Celestia nestle her cheek up besides Pinkie's from behind, settling her naked, sweaty tits on Pinkie's arched, jerking back where they spread out like heavy pools. She kissed the mare gently, almost lovingly, while running a hand around the Pinkie's neck. She hunched forward again and again, and finally, with a heavy, greasy POP, her sack slapped Pinkie's pussy, and her sheath rim squelched up against her asshole. The princess panted into Pinkie's ear, her dick throbbing deep inside the mare, further than it should ever go. A princess's cock is really only built for another princess's asshole. With her dick firmly settled into Pinkie's newly stretched bowels, Celestia pulled back only enough to let Pinkie's buttocks pull away from her hips, and then she jabbed forward again, repeating the motion a dozen times, before finally just grinding all the way home, and unloading. Her ballsack twitched and heaved upwards. Her load was voluminous, flooding Pinkie's guts, and spilling out onto the floor between them when the back pressure began to overwhelm the sealing power of her huge, gut busting cock.
Pinkie's eyes fluttered, and she cried out, a hoarse, barely audible scream of agony. With Celestia's cock putting so much pressure on her diaphragm it was hard to draw even the smallest breath, much less express her agony verbially. What she couldn't say with screams, Pinkie let out in heavy sobs, choked back ones, complemented by the rush of tears down the sides of her cheeks. Her guts spasmed especially hard when Celestia drove home the last few inches, and her belly nearly tore in two. The only thing holding her together was Celestia's magic. Her lips trembled, and she cried out all her pain, sobbing softly, a warm, wet hole wetly suckling around her princess's cock. As her belly began to swell, she could hear Celestia's words, but they became more and more distant. With the gentle lilting of Celestia's voice fading in her ears, the world went black.