The White Dove

by RetiredAccount

First published 4th of March, 2016

The Yaks are preparing for war. Celestia is the only one that can stop the horde from pillaging Equestria, she will not let her country devolve into chaos. Even if it means giving her own body as a peace offering.

The Yak's reception in Ponyville did not go as planned.

Despite the best efforts of Pinkie Pie and her friends, Prince Rutherford has decided to bring war to Equestria and its allies, leaving the little town in ruins. The Yak hordes are now gathering around their leader, ready to follow their Prince all the way to Canterlot.

Unwilling to permit any bloodshed to take place, Celestia takes upon herself to bring peace between the two species, travelling all the way to the frozen North to speak to the Prince. She comes bearing gifts, friendship and good will. But the Yaks might want something else from her, something more personal...

After all, the Prince has yet to produce an heir to the throne.

Original cover image by Audrarius, you can find it on his Inkbunny account (/Audrarius), his tumblr (audraria.) or Derpibooru (#1077358). Warning, explicit. He also has a Patreon, if you enjoy his art, check it out!

Story contains : Blackmail, rape, gangbang, anal, power play, Celestia kicking ass, excessive cum, impregnation and a good dose of karma.

01: An olive branch

Snow.

Pure, twinkling white snow, that was all Celestia could see out of her window. By tilting her head and pressing her muzzle on the cold glass, she could see the mountain ranges looming above, the millennial peaks seeming like old friends welcoming her home. She certainly was old enough to feel a sense of kinship with the ancient stones and she took as much comfort as she could from the lovely sights. The next few days would be very trying.

Celestia sighed, slumping back into the lavish seats of her stage-coach. Her ears perked up as she heard one of the horses pulling the royal carriage whinny, followed by the encouraging shouts from the conductor, muffled by his many layers of clothes. She pitied the four beasts hitched for this job, the lesser evolved cousins to ponies hardy enough for this kind of journey, but the animals would probably need a few weeks of rest to recuperate from the trip. The royal stables would treat them right, at the very least.

She watched her breath mist before her muzzle, then eyed her hands in wonder. If ponies had not evolved to stand on their back hooves and gain the ability to manipulate objects with their newly formed appendages, maybe she would be one of the animals pulling the coach out there. Probably not, considering ponies could also rely on magic, but she almost wished she could switch places with one of the horses. Then she would not have to deal with the Yaks.

Her eyes narrowed as she remembered what had happened less than a week before. The chain of events had rushed by: the announcement that Prince Rutherford would visit, the chance to form a lasting friendship with the insular Yaks, her pride at giving her precious Twilight a chance to shine, the confidence she felt in the group of ponies she had grown most found off, the arrival of the delegates to the quaint town of Ponyville…. and the subsequent ransack of the little village.

Celestia’s delicate white hands clenched into furious fists of anger, but she soon simmered down, exhaling a new puff of condensation. At least there had been no fatalities or even serious injuries, which was surprising considering the devastation Rutherford and his two aides had wrought to Ponyville. The idea that they might have been holding back was a scary prospect, especially when you considered they had managed to raise the whole town to the ground despite the presence of Twilight and the elements of harmony, setting up a record for fastest pillaging ever. And they were only three, the prince and two of his generals. Celestia shuddered at the prospect of Prince Rutherford and his seven generals leading a whole army of war hungry barbarians descending on her peaceful kingdom, their thick magical-resistant hides and absurd physical abilities making them dangerous enemies to have.

Oh, Celestia could easily bring down the full might of the sun unto the Yaks, obliterating their kingdom in a matter of seconds, but that wasn’t the way she did things. She would not use her powers to kill anyone, not if she could avoid it at all cost. A conviction not shared by everyone. Celestia’s gaze became unfocused, the alicorn remembering her goodbyes to her sister. She had left Luna in the armory, where the lunar Princess was whistling a merry tune while she sharpened her old set of Moon Blades. There had been something queer in Luna’s eyes, something dangerous, something very dark… Something terrifyingly familiar. Celestia shuddered at the mere idea of seeing a resurgence of her sister’s darker side, but Luna had taken personal offence at the treatment of the six mares she considered close friends, if not more for some. Ponyville in itself was dear to the dark alicorn, seeing it destroyed had left her… vexed. Murderously so.

Straightening up in her seat, Celestia felt her resolve bolster, her heart becoming steady. She would try her very best to bring peace between their nations, she would do everything and anything to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. If not for the sake of the Yaks and her ponies, she would do it for her darling sister alone. She would not fail Luna again.

Celestia shot a glance through the window, frowned when she saw the palisades in the distance, then began to don her warmer clothes. The time was nigh, she was ready. Ready for the fierce negotiations to come. Ready to sacrifice herself if need be. Ready to fight for peace.

02: Peace negotiations

Celestia hadn’t been ready for this.

She winced, her ears splaying back as another Yak warrior sailed through the air, thrown by one of his compatriots, only to crash loudly on a food laden table. Pieces of cooked meat, potatoes and liquor exploded everywhere, causing a ripple of violence in the ranks of the surrounding barbarians. Celestia watched in frozen stupor as the yaks began to brawl, upending tables and throwing chairs, bellowing war cries that echoed around the huge tent. She would have been surprised, but after about a dozen altercations since she had arrived and sent her carriage home, she was starting to expect it.

At least she was seated a safe distance away from the fighting, sharing the Prince’s table in front of his throne. Celestia shot Rutherford a careful glance, the young monarch seeming to enjoy the brutal ruckus. He even started to laugh when a whole section of the enormous royal pavilion collapsed, burying the fighters under the heavy tarp that protected the assembly from the outside cold. Aids rushed to fix the supporting poles before the canvas caught fire, the many blazing pyres strewn around giving the tent a stuffy atmosphere. He turned from the chaos and caught Celestia’s eyes, smiling when he saw her unease.

“What is matter?” He boomed with his harsh, savage voice, leaning towards Celestia. “Pony Princess don’t like Yak feast?” His eyes, almost hidden behind a curtain of coarse dreadlocks, twinkled with amusement. “Pony scared?”

Celestia quirked an eyebrow, her gaze never wavering. “It would take a lot more to scare me.” She answered confidently. She then leaned forward as well, bringing her delicate muzzle inches from the Yak’s large nose. “Would you like me to show you how hard an alicorn can punch?”

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, Celestia doing her best not to show her hesitations. She was starting to think she really would have to deck the prince in the snout, wondering if it would be polite to break his jaw, when Rutherford threw his head back, barking a deep, booming laugh. He swung his fist onto the table, muscles rippling under his thick-furred coat, the resounding *bang* making the whole assembly stop to look at them. Then the chaos resumed once more.

“Pony Princess brave, just like Yak woman.” Rutherford exclaimed loudly, slapping his thigh with a big grin. His closest friends, seated at the same table, rumbled in agreement. The Yak generals, all seven of them, eyed Celestia with a strange intensity, almost with hunger. Celestia felt butterflies in her belly but she didn’t show her fear, choosing instead to take a sip of the strong Yak liquor. It was surprisingly tasty, even if it burned like Tartarus on the way down. “Pony Princess will make good bride!”

“*PFFFT*”

Celestia choked on her fiery drink, spitting it all over the prince. Thankfully Rutherford didn’t seem to mind, the Prince chuckling as the liquid dripped down his bare chest. The only thing he was wearing was a gold hemmed loincloth, while Celestia had been gifted with a beautiful airy dress she would have enjoyed very much… if the fabric wasn’t almost see-through. The prince watched with unabashed interest as Celestia’s breasts bounced under the flimsy cloth while she coughed and sputtered, her pink areolas clearly visible.

“Bri… *Cough* Bride?” Celestia wheezed, her eyes tearing up from the alcohol going into her nose. She readjusted the headband she had been made to wear, keeping her flowing multicolored hair back. “What is this nonsense?”

“Pony Princess wants peace between Yaks and Ponies.” Rutherford crossed his powerful arms in front of his barrel chest, his fur still dripping with liquor and spit. “Pony Princess give Prince heirs, make two kingdoms allies.” He snorted, looking down at Celestia’s shocked face. “That is the Yak way.”

“You can’t be serious!” Celestia’s wings bristled, horn sparkling, her face flushing with anger. “How can you possibly think I would agree to…”

“Pony disagrees?” Rutherford narrowed his eyes.

“YES!” She exclaimed. “I’m sure we can negotiate…”

“No negotiation!” The prince bellowed, suddenly standing up, looming over Celestia. “Pony Princess insults Yaks with refusal!” Rutherford raised a fist in the air, shouting to the assembly. “YAKS GO TO WAR!”

The huge tent erupted with savage cries, bloodlust and savage happiness, thirst for pillaging obvious in the warriors’ expressions. Rutherford’s friends shot to their hooves, the generals already shouting orders to mobilize their respective armies to march on Equestria, the thundering sound of thousands of soldiers scrambling to get their equipment already echoing around the camp. Lost in the midst of all this chaos, Celestia fluttered like a dove trapped in a cage. Her ears fell back as she heard the warriors begin to chant, their song promising destruction and suffering.

Her mind flashed to an image, a premonition maybe. She saw her sister standing in the midst of a bloody battlefield littered with Yak bodies, her sparkling blue mane slowly becoming darker, while a sinister laugh escaped from her fanged maw. Celestia shook her head, refusing to let this future come to pass. She did not care if her vision was prophetic, or a simple daydream born from her fears, she could not take the chance. She thought about her options. Either she stopped the Yaks herself, sullying her hands with blood, or… She sighed. There really was only one acceptable way out of this.

“Stop.”

Celestia didn’t raise her voice, but her order was heard above the ruckus nonetheless. The Yaks froze instantly, their head whipping around to look at the pony whose voice carried such power. The princess was still sitting, her hands intertwined before her, staring at Rutherford’s smug face. The Prince seemed like the only one unimpressed by Celestia’s presence. On the contrary, he seemed very pleased by her capacity to sway his armies.

“I will do it.” Celestia declared, her voice laden with cold anger.

“Pony will stay here to bear Yak children?” Rutherford asked, smiling down at her.

“Yes.” She grated. “But only for a time.”

The prince narrowed his eyes, unhappy by her stipulation. He thought for a few moments, then declared, “Pony will stay for twenty years.”

“No.” Celestia slowly stood up, her wings unfurling at her side. “I will stay for five years, no more.”

“Too little!” Rutherford barked, looming over the smaller alicorn. “Fifteen years!”

“Five.” Celestia said with finality, crossing her arms over her chest. She didn’t realize her action put more emphasis on her generous breasts, her nipples pushing against the fabric, but Rutherford certainly noticed. “Do not mistake my kindness for weakness Rutherford, this is my final offer.” Celestia narrowed her eyes, her horn sparkling. “Do not test my resolve.”

Rutherford’s gaze ran over her body, appraising her. She certainly was worth a thousand battles, even if he could only have her for a limited time. He weighted his options, thinking about having her as a bride against the war he craved so much, and he made his choice. Turning towards his warriors, he slammed his fist against his chest.

“Pony Princess is bride, no war!” He huffed when a groan of disappointment filled the tent, then turned towards his prize, his expression stern. “You will bear many offspring for Prince, as many as you can.” He suddenly grabbed Celestia’s hips, then he roughly brought her closer to him, pressing her body to his. “Prince will enjoy Pony Princess every hour, every day, until Pony forgets about leaving.”

“We will see about that.” Celestia said confidently, ignoring the flutters in her stomach. At least she could take solace in the fact that alicorns were notoriously difficult to impregnate: it had taken years for Shining Armor and Cadance despite their best efforts.

“Pony Princess is strong willed.” Rutherford rumbled, nodding his head. “Good. Perfect bride for Prince.”

She could feel his manhood stirring under his loincloth, pressing against her thighs. She shivered as his hand squeezed her ample rear, slipping under her dress. Of course she hadn’t been given any underwear, so she had no protection when his fingers brushed against her most sacred parts, nor when his hardening length rose between her thighs. She felt his cock press against her nethers, only separated by his loincloth and her flimsy dress. It would be so easy for him to push the fabric away, to take her right there, in front of his watching subjects. Instead he snorted, gave her rump one last squeeze, then he turned away. He walked ponderously towards his throne, letting himself fall on the ornamented chair with a deep exhale.

He then clapped his hands three times, before bellowing, “Begin wedding ceremony!”

Celestia watched in confusion as the prince got comfortable on his throne, his scepter standing tall and proud under his loincloth. She wondered if she had to do something specific, her mind going over the little information they had on Yak culture, but she had no idea what a Yak wedding was like. Her musings were cut short when the table next to her was suddenly thrown away, the contents clattering on the ground messily. Celestia jumped to the side instinctually, then watched warily as Rutherford’s friends began to approach her, naked hunger in their gazes.

“What are you doing?” Celestia glanced between group of huge Yak bulls and the Prince. “Rutherford, what…”

“Royal ceremony.” Rutherford said simply, his hands crossed over his chest in a relaxed gesture. “When Prince finds bride, he must share with friends on wedding night.” He nodded to his generals. “They will test bed skills.”

“You can’t be serious…” Celestia begun, only to be interrupted when the first Yak warrior roughly grabbed her arm and tried to throw her to the ground. Acting on instincts born of a lifetime of assassination attempts, she went with the motion, twirled on her hooves, took hold of the general’s arm and pulled. In a matter of seconds the Huge Yak warrior was shouting in pain on the ground, his arm twisted at odd angles, every one of his joints, from his shoulder to his fingers, dislocated and bent. Celestia brought a hand over her mouth, her lips forming an O of surprise, her eyes wide. “Oops…”

Rutherford howled in laughter, hitting the arm rest of his throne in his euphoria. “Pony is definetly worthy bride!” He barked, still laughing raucously. He pointed to his downed friend, the Yak general hissing in pain as he held his useless arm. “Shameful display, you go!” The yak grumbled, but obeyed nonetheless, retreating towards the mouth of the tent under the jeers of the soldiers.

“Sorry I broke your friend.” Celestia said matter-of-factly, like it was a common occurrence for her, hiding how terrible she felt for harming another living being. She hoped she could intimidate the generals enough for them to leave her be, but her actions only seemed to excite them even more. She gulped when she saw their cocks strain under their loincloths, all of them watching her with unmistakable lust. She almost smacked her forehead. Of course a warrior society would find a strong female attractive, she had just proven how desirable she was as a mate. “Ponyfeathers…” She mumbled.

“No matter, have more friends.” Rutherford chuckled, swiping tears of laughter from his cheeks. He then leaned forward, smiling wide. “Ceremony can proceed.”

The remaining yaks were instantly rushing her, their eyes shining with anticipation. Celestia steeled herself as the first of them reached for her and it took all of her will to stop herself from breaking his arm as the yak roughly grabbed one of her breasts. She shivered as the top of her dress was yanked aside, her generous tits revealed for all to see. There was an instant of hesitation as the assembly stared at her, then the yaks all howled in appreciation. The generals shoved each other without restraint as they fought for the right to have her first, throwing punches and locking horns. Before long it seemed they had found a pecking order, the strongest of the bunch pushing his compatriots aside as he loomed over Celestia.

The solar Princess inhaled sharply as he reached under his loincloth, his other hand grasping her bare breasts. His calloused hands kneaded her soft voluptuous tit, unable to contain it all in his palm, but Celestia attention was focused on his manhood as it emerged from his underwear. The analytical part of Celestia’s mind noted that the Yak’s cock was very similar to a pony’s, with a long shaft and a large flared head. On the other hand she was screaming internally at his size. It was much bigger than any pony lover she had taken in her long life, the glans wide and glistening with arousal. As she stared at it the yak squeezed her tit, grunting. His tip flared impossibly wide, a burst of arousals spurting from his jutting cock-hole before dripping on the underside of his veiny shaft. Losing patience, the yak grabbed the top of her head, then pushed down, none too gently.

Celestia resisted for a few seconds, but a warning growl from behind her made her reconsider, Rutherford apparently eager for the ceremony to start. Closing her eyes in resignation, Celestia allowed herself to be brought down, kneeling before the horny bull. When she opened her eyes she was confronted with the yak’s glistening cock, just inches from her muzzle. She inhaled sharply, unwittingly filling her nose with the yak’s virile musk. She was surprised to find that the smell wasn’t nearly as unpleasant as she would have thought, the heady scent devoid of any sour odors. At least they are clean, she thought darkly. The yak grunted, his hand pulling on her head forcefully, his intentions obvious. Celestia sighed, then complied.

The yak general groaned in happiness as Celestia pressed her royal lips on his glans, the idea of having the ruler of the sun giving him head almost as pleasurable as her actual ministrations. He tried to shove his hips forward, but she stopped him by putting her hands on his hips, shooting him a dark glare. Her slender fingers gripped him with surprising force, his pelvic bones groaning under the strain. The message was clear: if she was going to do this, she would do it in her own terms. The yak gulped heavily, then nodded, releasing her head. Satisfied, Celestia focused on her task, her mouth opening wider. She wanted to finish this as quickly as possible. Thankfully, she was far from inexperienced.

Celestia’s tongue danced on the yak’s tip, teasing his opening, licking the contours of his flare. She knew all the right spots to hit, all the right ways to stimulate this equine-like rod. He moaned and released more precum, filling her mouth with the taste of a virile male. She tried to ignore it as best she could, only thinking about finishing him off as fast as she could. She started to bob her head, her lips straining to envelop the large flare entirely. Idly she heard the tent go back to its usual chaotic ambiance, the yaks apparently used to this kind of debauchery. They ate, fought and drank, all the while enjoying the spectacle of an Equestrian Princess sucking on their general’s cock. It was mortifying, but she had already decided it was a price she was willing to pay. For peace.

Gently, she brought one of her hands to the underside of his cock, caressing it. His shaft jerked at her soft touch, hardening even more. Her hand travelled all the way to the base of his flare, her hands tracing every vein and bump, then it began the journey back. All the while she continued to suck on his glans, her lips sealed around his flare. He was leaking more and more, Celestia having to swallow his musky precum regularly. Humming softly she reached for his testicles, pausing momentarily in surprise as she felt how big and heavy they were. Curious despite herself, she hefted the overfilled orbs, felling his seed churning inside. She felt him shudder, his tip flaring, his breath becoming short. She quirked an eyebrow, surprised at how fast he was approaching his orgasm, then shot him a haughty glance.

The yak growled as she gazed at him with a look that screamed “Already? That was fast.” He wanted nothing more than to grab the insolent little pony by her horn, to hump into her mouth, to shove his cock down her throat. But before he could do anything Celestia squeezed his balls warningly, making him squirm. He clenched his fists, holding his brutal sex drives back, afraid of what the alicorn could do to his family jewels. Soon enough he felt his balls rumble and he didn’t care about what Celestia was doing, as long as she kept on sucking on his cock.

Celestia felt his heavy sack constrict in her grasp, her hands barely able to take one of his orbs in its entirety. She could feel his seed being packed tight, ready to be released. Smirking, she slathered his glans with her tongue, making his flare bulge out obscenely, then she stopped. As soon as his flare had gone down she shoved her head forward, taking his whole cock-head inside her mouth. The yak moaned loudly above her, his whole length jerking powerfully, his flare mushrooming out of control inside her mouth. His balls suddenly jumped in her grasp, his sperm bursting from the overstuffed orbs, eager to fill her mouth. Celestia kept of fondling his spasming nutsack while her other hand grasped his shaft, pumping down its length. She felt the rush of seed surging through his cock, she waited until it was almost to his flare, gave him the illusion she would allow him to spill his spunk into her mouth and...

She suddenly threw her head back, his enormous flare popping out of her mouth with an obscene *slurp*. He cried out in surprise then grunted as his cum burst forth, egged on by Celestia’s pumping and ball fondling. The solar princess carefully caught all his spurts with her magic, her eyes widening as she realized how thick it was. She kept milking his orgasm just to be sure she had exhausted him fully, her telekinetic field collecting his spunk in one big gelatinous mass. The yak’s hips jerked weakly as he fired one last jet of cum into her waiting magic, then he stumbled back, dazed.

Celestia watched the glob of thick seed bubbling in her aura, frowning. If this was what yak semen looked like, she could say goodbye to any chance of escaping pregnancy, even with her alicorn biology. Disgusted, she threw the lumpy mass of cum away, letting it splash somewhere in the audience. She heard someone shout in disgust, but she didn’t have the time to enjoy her minor vengeance, the other generals already converging on her. They were whipping their cocks out from under their loincloths, some of them already dripping with precum. Celestia clenched her jaw, readying herself for what came next.

In a matter of seconds her mouth was filled with an even bigger cock than the first, the flare too big for her to spit it out. She gurgled in protest as the yak took her head between his hands and started to hump into her muzzle, and she was soon overwhelmed as two other yaks shoved their cocks into her hands, demanding her attention. Silently begging for this to be over soon, she started to pump her hands, her soft fingers running over the two brutal cocks in an effort to get them off quickly. Meanwhile the warrior in her mouth began to thrust his hips into her muzzle, trying to sink his meat deeper down her maw. She resisted, using her tongue to try and satisfy the uncaring beast, clenching her jaw to keep him at bay. She was too busy sucking and pumping her hands to notice when someone came up from behind her, so she didn’t have time to react when a pair of coarse and powerful hands grabbed her sides.

She mumbled in surprise as her ass was suddenly lifted up, her front still held in place by the yak humping her muzzle. She stumbled when her hooves hit the floor, bent over like a whore presenting herself, but a firm pair of hands took hold of her hips, steadying her. Celestia’s eyes widened when she felt something warm and huge land between her buttocks, a sticky liquid dripping on the small of her back, staining her pretty dress. She felt the yak draw back, his length travelling over her rump for what felt like forever, until his flared tip was brushing against her anus. He then pressed his cock into her puckered star, his hands spreading her buttocks apart. She tried to shout, to tell him to stop, but the yak in her mouth took the opportunity to shove his cock down her throat, right at the same as the yak behind her rammed his length into her ass.

Celestia gurgled in pain and outrage, her hands clenching with barely suppressed rage, to the great pleasure of the yaks she was beating off. The manhood in her backdoor remained still, enjoying her tight confines as her walls rippled, giving her time to accommodate the intruder. The one in her throat on the other hand had no such qualms, the yak starting to thrust into her muzzle without restraint. Celestia tried to bite down, but her jaw was stretched too wide to put any strength into it, her horn useless as the yak used it as leverage to hold her head steady as he fucked her face. She was about to let go of the two cocks in her hands to teach this insolent yak a lesson, when the general behind her slowly withdrew his length… only to violently shove it back inside.

The solar princess saw stars dance before her eyes, her legs buckling under her. For a few instants she was suspended in mid air, held aloft by the huge poles spit-roasting her, until she scrambled to regain her footing. She felt the yak behind her start to withdraw once more, so she planted her hooves on the ground and held the cocks in her hands tightly, using them as leverage. The second thrust was as brutal as the first, but at least she didn’t lose her balance this time. The yak balls deep in her ass seemed to enjoy her steadiness, as he grunted in approval and slapped her rump, making her ample rump jiggle. Celestia grumbled around her mouthful of cock, furious about the way these barbarians were using her. But, as much as she wished to transform them into a pile of mush and broken bones, she would endure. For Equestria. For the yaks themselves. For her sister. Snorting, she arched her back, relaxed her throat, and pumped her hands harder.

The four barbarians kept on ravishing her body, Celestia losing any semblance of time as she was taken from all sides. She perked up when the yak thrusting into her throat lost his pace, his thrusts becoming erratic and misaligned. Looking up, Celestia saw his face contorted with pleasure, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He would not last very much longer. Taking a deep breath in his next withdraw, she started to swallow around his cock when he rammed it back inside. She heard his squeal in a most peculiar way, the sound unbecoming for suck a burly and savage creature, it was almost comical. The yak’s grip on her horn tightened, his flare growing at an alarming rate, completely crushing her airways. She heard a few of the spectators cheer and she wondered how much his cock was distending her throat, to be visible from that far away. She then felt the underside of his shaft bulge out, his hips humping into her muzzle one last time.

If the first yak had surprised her with his production, it was nothing compared to the specimen currently lodged deep into her gullet. His cock gushed like a hose, spraying his thick spunk directly into her stomach. She groaned in discomfort as she felt his warmth spread in her belly, but she could do nothing to stop the onslaught. She gurgled in surprise when the yak in her ass pounded into her once more, only to slowly withdraw instantly, before thrusting back inside as violently as before. Celestia winced as the yak started a smooth rhythm, carefully pulling out only to ram it back inside, while the bull in her mouth finished his long winded orgasm. The spent general took a step back, his softening length slithering out of Celestia’s throat noisily.

Celestia coughed and spat on the ground, taking big gulps of air. Her stomach felt full and heavy, but at least she could breathe once more. She cried out as the yak behind her brutally hilted once again, but before she could give him a piece of her mind the two bulls she was beating off swiftly rushed in front of her, holding their cocks inches from her muzzle. She jerked back as the two meat poles were shoved into her face, her tired hands getting no rest as the two last yak generals demanded her attention as well. She watched warily the pair of flared heads quivering before her eyes, noting that they were dangerously engorged, thick strands of precum leaking from their tips. Celestia had no intentions of letting her face get covered in smelly cum, so she quickly gobbled up one of them, the other getting surrounded by a nimbus of golden magic.

Almost instantly her mouth was filled with generous spurts of jelly-like semen, her senses assaulted by the potent smell and musky taste. Her cheeks bulged out from the continuous gushing, the princess barely managing to swallow fast enough, the yak’s thick seed clinging to her throat as it lazily went down her sore throat. Her stomach rebelled against the new serving of spunk, but she had no choice but to continue to guzzle down his essence, her magic busy catching the second yak’s ejaculation. Her golden aura rippled around the second bull’s shaft, making sure he was milked dry like his other colleagues. His hips jerked instinctually into the Princesses’ magic, firing spurts after spurts into the forming glob of seed. Celestia gurgled as the yak in her mouth shot his last strand into her overfilled muzzle, dribbles of semen escaping around her lips. She gulped down the last of his production, then pushed his softening flare out of her mouth.

Panting, she glared at the two Yak warriors, receiving an amused glance from the one who received a magic handjob. The overconfident bull took his flagging shaft in one hand, smirked down at her, then slapped his cock against her cheek, hoping to put her in her place. The look of indignant surprise on Celestia’s face made him laugh out loud, but his chuckles quickly changed into screams of disgust as the alicorn launched the glob of semen suspended in her magic… right at his dumb smug face. The yak fell back, retching and sputtering as he gagged on his own spunk, his whole face covered with the sticky stuff. His colleague quickly evacuated Celestia’s vicinity, least she found new ammunition to use against him.

Her mouth finally free, Celestia had to grit her teeth to avoid grunting in pain, and truth be told pleasure, as the yak behind her kept on railing her ass. Wincing from the strain, she tried to stand back up, receiving an unexpected help from the yak fucking her as he grabbed her around the sides, pulling her to him. Of course the bull took advantage of her standing position to grab her breasts from behind, his hips colliding with her rump as he kept on pounding her ass. The yak then begun to shower her neck with kisses and nibbles, the gentle, almost loving gesture in total contradiction with the way he was hammering into her. She was blindsided by his attentive caresses, his huge hands massaging her breasts in gentle kneading motions. She froze, her breath coming in short pants, unsure of what to think about his actions. The yak then smirked, drawing his hips back until only the head of his cock remained inside, then took her by surprise once more.

He savagely bit down on her nape, making her cry out, while his powerful hands pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefinger, his violent hump rocking her whole body as his hips collided with her rump. Celestia, ruler of Equestria, Princess of the sun and bastion of all things pure and kind, moaned out loud as she came like never before, a spray of mare cum gushed from her royal pussy. Her orgasm had snuck up on her, building around the unwelcome pleasure from the brutal anal pounding, leaving her on the edge for quite some time. The bull still thrusting into her quivering body had felt her approaching release and had chosen to shove her over the edge with savage abandon. Satisfied by her cries of pleasure, he started to hammer into her even harder, wanting to finish as well.

Celestia was continuously cumming, her eyes fluttering as her limbs jerked sporadically. She didn’t know if it was because she had been very frustrated, her last intimate relation dating back a couple of hundred years, or because of the audience, or because of the obviously very experienced yak fucking her, all she knew was that her mind was going blank from pleasure. Her legs trembled, barely able to keep her standing, her slender frame rocked by the yak’s brutal pounding. She was about to fall flat on her face when one of the last two yaks appeared before her, his cock very much ready after the interrupted stroking she had given him. The small part of her mind that wasn’t drowning in pleasure wondered what he was doing, approaching her while he held his manhood in his hand, aiming at her nethers. Too late she understood, and she could do nothing to stop the impatient bull from shoving his enormous cock into her gushing cunt.

Feminine cries of pleasure echoes around the war tent, a big cheer rising from the assembly in response. Sandwiched between the two burly yaks, Celestia could only squirm and writhe as she was taken from both sides, the two bulls keeping her standing as they ravaged her. She felt her royal pussy quivering around the yak’s enormous pole, her orgasm soaring to new heights as she was stretched like never before. The yak in her ass snorted, his hands squeezing her tits possessively, his cock angrily ramming into her. The other bull growled in response, his own dick getting pushed out by his friend’s, Celestia’s body apparently unable to contain them both at the same time. He grabbed her hips forcefully, shot her an annoyed glance, his eyes bearing down upon her dazed gaze, and he threw his own hips forward.

His abdominal muscles collided noisily with her slender stomach, the loud *slap* accompanied with a grunt from his rival and a desperate moan from Celestia. The yak warrior sighed contentedly, enjoying her tightness, his flared head pressing against her deepest barrier. His indulgence was short lived, as he was suddenly rocked backwards by a violent punch, the other yak very much pissed at being pushed out of his mate. The two bulls growled at each other, ignoring the almost passed out alicorn sandwiched between them, Celestia still lost in never ending bliss. She was roughly jostled around as the two yaks fought over her body, their cocks plunging in and out of her in a chaotic display of animalistic rivalry, punches flying around Celestia’s head, the alicorn too dazed to notice.

After a few instants of almost feral intensity, the two yaks found a rhythm. They pounded into Celestia’s quivering body in unison, one pulling out when the other thrust inside, and vice versa. The alicorn was lost in a world of pain and pleasure, her legs dangling below her as her weight was entirely supported by the two cocks pounding her mercilessly. She slowly came to as she felt the yak behind her get more and more desperate with his thrusts, his shaft swelling to worrying proportions. Celestia bit her lips as her ass was stretched wide, his flare getting lodged deep inside her. He grunted and held himself hilted, his balls constricting, ready to deliver his load into the alicorn Princess. Celestia mewled in distress, disgusted by the idea of having him spill his seed into her ass, but she could do nothing to stop him. Before she could even think about asking him to pull out, the yak in front of her snorted in annoyance, then rammed his cock into her as well.

Celestia almost fainted. The feeling of having both of their enormous shafts inside at the same time was almost too much for her, a soft rattle escaping her muzzle as she felt them stretch her internal walls. She brought her hands to her belly, felling with morbid curiosity around the bulge under her pristine white coat. She could feel the clear outline of the yak in her pussy, his cock pushed out by the one in her ass. Grunting, the yak in front of her slowly pulled out, marveling at her new tightness, then he shoved his cock back inside. And that’s when the other yak lost control.

Bursts of seed began to flow deep into Celestia’s ass, warmth quickly spreading through her bowels as she was filled. The alicorn clenched her jaws, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She threw her arms around the yak fucking her cunt, her nails digging into his back, trying to hold herself together. He seemed to be spurred-on by her embrace, his hips drawing back only to slap back into her own. His thrusting pushed his friend to cum even more, and before long there were dribbles of spunk leaking around his cock. Grunting, the satisfied yak stepped back, pulling his cock out of the Princess’s asshole. A river of spunk gushed from her distended anus, staining the floor below with his white splooge. He threw his fist into the air proudly, receiving a roaring cheer from the assembly as he joined their ranks to watch the rest of the ceremony.

The yak still thrusting into Celestia threw her limp legs around his sides, locking them around his hips, his powerful arms supporting her weight as she hugged him for dear life. He took a handful of her ample buttocks, not minding the dribbles of spunk still leaking from her gaping asshole, then he started to properly fuck her. Without another cock to impede him, he could pound into the subjugated alicorn as much as he wanted. He brought her up and down upon his pole, his hips thrusting into her at the same time. He hilted inside her again and again, his pace reaching a fervent pitch, the slaps from his humping becoming more and more obscene as Celestia gushed mare juices all over his groin. The solar Princess buried her face into his neck, trying to hide her face, ashamed to be enjoying herself so much. She felt his head flaring, his breath becoming shorter with each thrust. She wondered if the yak would try to cover her with his spunk, or would want her to swallow it. At least he would not cum inside her pussy, that was obviously reserved for the prince…

Celestia cried out in surprise as a gush of thick seed exploded into her womb, the yak’s flare having pried her cervix open with his last thrust. Her eyes went wide, wondering if she was imagining things, but the bull suddenly pulled back and rammed his cock back inside, a new copious burst of spunk bathing her uterus. She hiccupped in fear as he pounded into her once more, a third helping of his thick seed rushing into her womb, painting her insides with his colors. She shuddered with each spurt, flabbergasted, wondering why she was being claimed by this general, while the Prince watched on without saying anything. The burly yak hilted into her one last time, the last strand of his potent semen lazily plopping into her sloshing womb, then he sighed contently. When his cock was soft enough, he let her go uncaringly, the alicorn falling to the floor in a heap.

She groaned, her limbs still weak, her insides sore from the brutal double pounding, but she managed to roll onto her knees. Celestia crawled on all fours, watching with horror as copious amounts of thick yak semen began to leak out of her abused pussy. She reached with a trembling hand, collecting a sample of the gelatinous stuff, then brought it to her unbelieving eyes. It was so dense, the smell incredibly potent. She had no doubt she had every chance to be knocked up, especially with the amount she could feel still sloshing in her womb. Gulping in dread, she shot Rutherford a perplexed glance, her eyes going from his amused glance to the spunk she held in her palm.

“Pony Princess shouldn’t worry.” Rutherford boomed, startling her. “This part of ceremony. If prince seed is stronger, you will have Prince offspring.” He then shrugged, unconcerned. “And if you have bastard child instead, Prince will just have to try again.” He then smiled smugly, reclining on his throne. “Competition always better.”

Celestia had many things she wanted to say, but she didn’t have the strength to argue with the Prince. Nor did she have the strength to react as the last general crouched behind her, his hands pushing her head into the ground, making her arch her ass into the air. She could only groan as the yak shoved his cock into her sloppy cunt, taking her like a dog. He was obviously very annoyed at being kept for last, his careless thrusts rocking Celestia’s body, his overfilled balls slapping against her belly everytime he hilted. The solar princess tried to ignore the obscene wet sounds as he brutally fucked her cum-filled pussy, his grunts becoming more and more bestial.

One thrust, stronger than the others, pushed Celestia off her knees and into a lying position. Undeterred, the yak warrior hunched over her prone body and kept on pounding her pussy with everything he had. His rough hand grabbed her sides, keeping her steady as he hammered harder and harder. To Celestia’s relief and great dismay, she could feel him flaring already; he would not keep defiling her body for much longer. As if on cue, the yak bellowed in her ears, then threw his hips against her rump one last time.

Celestia didn’t react as her womb was filled once again, the yak keeping himself hilted as deep as he could to cram all his seed inside her, probably hoping to get her pregnant with a bastard child. She could feel his balls spasming between her thighs, desperately trying to produce more baby batter, ropes of thick semen continuously spurting from his cock. Even when his shaft began to soften he still tried to fill her with more of his essence, his hips humping desperately. Amazingly enough he began to spurt a new batch of semen just as Celestia thought it was over, the yak losing no time in hilting once again, her womb accepting the tip of his spurting cock, letting him spill his potent seed directly into her fertile grounds. The process repeated itself many times, the yak only needing a few moments of thrusting to begin filling her once more, his balls working fervently to renew his reserves of sperm.

After an eternity of humping followed by long stretches of spurting, the bull finally reached his limit, collapsing next to his mate, completely exhausted. His cock slipped out of her battered insides messily, a trickle of spunk following his softened shaft. It seemed he had been careful to cram all of his production inside her womb, the yak truly focused on knocking her up, unlike his other colleagues. Celestia closed her eyes, willing for this nightmare to end. But no matter how much she tried, she could not forget about her aching behind, the soreness in her pussy, or warmth in her womb. Clenching her fists, she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, wincing as her insides ached. She called for her magic, using her powers to heal her battered body, and before long she was standing proud and tall once again.

A hush fell over the assembly, the warriors looking with awe upon the mare they had taken for a prissy pony princess, murmuring in appreciation for her fortitude. Celestia’s pure white coat glistened with sweat, her thighs dripping with semen, but she still held her head up, showing the yaks she was not vanquished. She saw with satisfaction how the warriors gaze changed, their previous disdainful looks turning into begrudging respect. Celestia exhaled, tension escaping her strained body. Her ears perked up and swiveled backwards when the general got to his hooves with a grunt, then approached her with a snort. She heard him chuckle, then she froze in shock when he suddenly slapped her ass, the spank resounding around the tent. She heard him raise his hand for another one and Celestia saw red. She didn’t hesitate, reaching back with a cry of anger.

The yak screamed as he sailed through the air, his arms flailing uselessly. Heads turned in unison as the army followed his flight all the way to the other side of the tent, where he landed head first on a table with a resounding crash of broken wood and clattering plates, before his momentum threw him against another table, then another, and another. Celestia winced as the yak finally impacted with a supporting pillar, bringing down a section of the royal pavilion, warriors scrambling to get away from the disaster. The warriors slowly turned back to her, their eyes wide, Celestia having to hold back a sheepish smile. The whole army then stood up as one, their fists raised in the air.

The joyous roar that exploded from the assembly hit Celestia like a wave, the brutal ovation deafening. Idly she took the image of her little ponies clapping and cheering, then put it next to the yaks, the warriors beating their chest with one fist and howling their approval for their new princess. The contrast was ludicrous. If nothing else, she could be happy to have changed the Yak’s opinion on ponies, they would not underestimate her people from now on. The fact that she had had to sacrifice her body was regrettable, but she took solace in the success of her diplomatic mission, passing the ceremony while earning the respect of the yaks.

Speaking of ceremony, she still had one person to deal with.

03: Ceasefire

Celestia slowly turned on her hooves, keeping her head held high as Rutherford stood up. Instantly the crowd fell silent, the warriors sitting down obediently as their Prince waved his hand around. She could not see his eyes behind his dreadlocks, but the satisfied smile on lips told it all. He crossed his arms, his gaze encompassing the assembled warriors.

“So.” He barked, his deep voice echoing around the tent. “Do yaks approve of Pony bride?” The response was instantaneous and loud, the yaks banging their fists on the tables. Rutherford smiled, nodding sagely. “Good.” He then gazed at Celestia, the bulge in his loincloth throbbing in anticipation. “Come.” He sat back on his throne, patting his thighs. “Finish ceremony so Prince can bring bride to his tent.” He licked his lips, his subjects jeering and shouting obscene jokes.

Celestia scowled at him, but she obeyed nonetheless. She had not gone this far to let something as silly as pride come between her and lasting peace. She walked with dignity, shoulders squared, stopping before the throne with her wings flared. The Prince watched the defiant display with amusement, then he leaned forward, slowly reaching for his bride with one arm. Celestia shuddered as he took hold of one of her breasts, but she was surprised at how gentle his grasp was, the skin on his hands smooth and soft. Her brow furrowed in confusion: she had expected him to have rough, calloused hands like his generals. The Prince placed his palm under her tit, hefting her generous breast with a satisfied nod, giving her a tender squeeze.

“Princess will have lot of milk for children.” He declared, the audience cheering once more. “But for now…” He reclined back, letting go of her tit. “Pony will use breasts to please Prince.” He watched Celestia’s unhappy expression, smirking.

“Is this part of the ceremony?” Celestia said through gritted teeth, slowly kneeling before her new husband.

“No.” Rutherford snorted with humor, watching with interest as she gingerly placed her hands on his thighs, the alicorn eyeing his loincloth warily. “Prince just wants to enjoy bride.”

Celestia shot him a dark glare, holding his amused gaze. She exhaled, bracing herself, then reached for his garment. Slowly, almost fearfully, she pushed the gold hemmed fabric aside, wondering what kind of monstrous prick she would have to deal with for the next five years. She was surprised to find that the Prince was nothing like his monstrously endowed generals. Oh, his cock was far from small, his manhood still bigger than any stallion she had known, but at least she could see herself taking him inside her without having to hold back screams of pain. She shook her head, getting her mind out of the gutter, her eyes traveling down his length, before settling on his balls. They were big and full, bigger than any one of his generals. Celestia bit her lips as she imagined how much seed he could produce, knowing she would soon find out.

She was startled out of her thoughts as Rutherford cleared his throat loudly, smirking down at her. She blushed crimson as she realized she had been staring at his equipment in a daze, her tail swishing in embarrassment as a few spectators imitated wolf howls, laughing at her interest. Shutting out all the noise she concentrated on her task, shuffling her knees forward until she was between the Prince’s legs, his cock nestled between her breasts. He hummed in appreciation as she pressed her tits together, engulfing his girth between her soft mounds. Celestia leaned her head away from his flare, trying to avoid the getting any of his leaking arousal on her muzzle. Whimpering in disgust she slowly pushed her tits up, burying his tip in her bosom, letting his natural lubrication seep between her breasts. When she pushed her tits down they were dripping with his juices, making it easier to keep giving him the intimate massage, his length smoothly gliding between her breasts.

The Prince gripped the arm rests of his throne tighter, grunting in pleasure. Celestia brought her tits up and down, her fur getting more and more soaked with his arousal, the wet sounds from his cock slipping between her breasts getting louder as she increased her pace. Everytime she reached his flare, she would squeeze her tits together, receiving another generous helping of arousal. When she pushed her breasts down, all the way to his sheath, her soft mounds slapped wetly on his thighs. Celestia watched his flare grow with every squeeze, his tip beginning to leak thick dollops of precum, adding to the mess between her tits. Eager to end this farce, she even begun to slather his dripping glans with careful licks, the tip of her tongue teasing the edges of his flare. When the Prince started to buck his hips instinctually, she thought she had him, but unfortunately Rutherford had other ideas.

“Enough.” He panted, his chest heaving. “Prince wants Pony Princess.” He gestured for her to climb on top of him. “Prince wants her now!”

Celestia pouted, holding his jerking length sandwiched between her breasts. A few more strokes, a couple of well placed licks, and she knew she could make him cum. She entertained the idea of pushing him over the edge, only to ‘accidentally’ aim his spurting cock at his face, but Rutherford seemed to guess what she was thinking. Grunting, he leaned forward and grabbed her by the armpits, lifting her like she weighted nothing. Once again Celestia was confused by the great gentleness he showed her, his hands soft, almost loving, as he deposited her on his lap. She sat astride his thighs, her knees resting on each side of his hips, her curvy backside bumping against his quivering cock.

The Prince watched his bride squirm on his lap, Celestia trying her best to keep his flare from leaking all over her ass or her tail. He had a surprisingly contemplative expression, as if lost in thought, when the alicorn saw him staring. Celestia felt a strange surge of self-consciousness under his gaze, her hands covering her breast compulsively. It was a meaningless gesture, after all the ways she had been exposed, but she still felt very much naked as the Prince’s eyes roamed over her body. He didn’t seem to mind her covering her breasts, his gaze lingering on each and every one of her features. He drank in her beauty, her mesmerizing eyes, her full lips, her slender neck, her full bodied breasts, a lithe but toned stomach and her lovely child-bearing hip. She was perfect. His cock jerked in agreement, making Celestia yelp as it slapped her back, leaving a stain on her already battered dress. He chuckled, one of his hands reaching out for her muzzle, his touch tender as he brushed a lock of her multicolored hair away from her eyes.

“What are you doing?” She said suspiciously. After the way she had been tricked by the general who had feigned gentleness, only to take her by surprise with his brutality, she was very wary of the Prince’s soft touches. “What game are you playing…”

“What game is there to play,” the prince whispered, low enough for only her to hear. “when I have already won everything I could have wanted.”

Celestia was astonished by Rutherford’s sudden eloquence, the Prince smiling smugly as he spoke a perfect Equestrian, with only a slight accent. It was a far cry from the way he had spoken until now, his basic graps of the Equestrian language making him almost hard to understand. She was brought back from her shock when his hands took hold of the underside of her breasts, squeezing tenderly. Her mouth opened and closed, lost for words, the Prince taking the time to appreciate her bust while she recovered. He carefully pushed her hands away, revealing her pink areolas, his thumbs starting to draw circles around her perky nipples. The alicorn finally found her voice, her fists closing in barely contained rage.

“You deceived me!” She hissed, keeping her voice down. “Ponyville’s destruction, gathering your armies, feigning to be a simple war thirsty barbarian…” Celestia’s horn sparkled dangerously, Rutherford completely unimpressed by her gathering magic. “What is all a plan to get me to marry you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The prince snorted, pinching her nipples carefully. She grabbed his arms, torn between her desire to make a pretzel with his limbs and her peace loving nature. The Prince didn’t stop playing with her breasts, even when her steely grasp became painful. “I am no strategic genius, to be able to engineer such a plan.” He smirked, looking into her incensed stare. “I am but a war hungry yak prince, who stumbled into the chance of his life-time. How could I have known you would be foolish enough to come to my home in person?”

“And you know how to speak fluent Equestrian because…?” Celestia growled under her breath, her horn shining brightly.

“I am well read.” Rutherford shrugged dismissively. “Not something that most yaks would consider very useful for their leader, so I keep it to myself.” He smiled, squeezing her tits one last time before letting go. “You will not want for books during your stay, my libraries are very well stocked.”

“What about Ponyville?” She leaned over him, bringing her muzzle inches from his nose. He didn’t flinch away, even when her burning horn singed the top of his crown. “Was that part of your little act?”

“Hardly.” Rutherford’s powerful hands grasped her voluptuous buttocks, the prince lifting her slender frame, his cock sliding over her rump. “I do not know who were the ponies you tasked with our reception, but I must say that they were most offensive, making a mockery of our customs.” He shuffled under Celestia, aligning his cock with her entrance, her slit dripping with semen and feminine arousal. “If I had been alone, maybe I could have looked the other way, but with my two friends present….” He grunted, trying to bury his length into his bride, but the alicorn clenched her muscles, keeping his flared head at bay.

“You are disgusting.” Celestia spat silently, her nails digging into his chest. “You don’t even have the excuse of being an ignorant barbarian, you know what you are doing is wrong!”

“Oh come now,” The Prince snorted with humor. “would you have preferred to be married to a brute, like one of my generals?” He stared into Celestia’s narrowed eyes, his cock leaking precum all over her pussy lips. “I will have you know I am a very considerate ruler…”

“You blackmailed me into accepting this!” Celestia hissed quietly.

“Politics.” He shrugged again, unconcerned. “But the fact is, you have agreed to this union.” His hips jerked up, his cock sinking a few inches into her, the sloppy aftermath of her previous mating helping him slip inside. “So, if I may give you an advice…” he gripped her hips forcefully, holding her with surprising strength. “You may as well enjoy yourself while you are here.”

The Prince grunted, his muscles bulging out as he pulled Celestia down, impaling her on his quivering length. The solar princess inhaled sharply as his cock rushed inside her messy insides, his flare scraping the residue of her previous partner. Rutherford stopped his charge when he was only half way to her depths, groaning from her tightness. The pair stared into each other’s eyes, keeping still, the alicorn waiting for him to get started, waiting for the yak barbarian to take her like a wild animal. Instead, she was taken aback as Rutherford released his iron grip on her hips, his hands traveling over her stomach in a gentle massage. Celestia watched in confusion as he remained still, enjoying her velvety insides, his hands exploring her body. Even the most attentive of her stallion lovers would have been thrusting madly by this point, it was almost vexing.

Tentatively, watching him carefully for any sort of reaction, Celestia started to lift her behind, pushing him out of her. He didn’t seem to mind, too preoccupied with running his soft hands all over her body. His flare was about to pop out of her sloppy slit when the prince leaned forward and took one of her breasts into his mouth. Celestia moaned despite herself as he sucked on her tit, his hands squeezing her breasts in pleasurable milking motions. Rutherford released her breasts with a loud *pop*, then began to suckle on the other. He even gently nibbled on her erect nipples, sending jolts of pleasure racing through Celestia’s mind.

The alicorn hesitated, his flare just shy of slipping out of her. She only needed to jerk her hips away slightly and he would pop out. She could then hold his shaft between her thighs and make him blow his load into her mouth… or his face, depending on her mood. But the more the prince sucked on her tits, his tongue teasing her nipples expertly, the less she was inclined to make him pull out. She tried to rationalize her hesitations. If she did it, there was nothing stopping him from forcing his cock back inside. If she didn’t let him cum inside her, she would undoubtedly bear the child of one of his generals instead. And if she took it out, she would not feel as good as she was right now. Rutherford’s words echoed around Celestia’s mind: You may as well enjoy yourself while you are here. She frowned, thinking about her options, and finally exhaled. Gritting her teeth, she shifted her hips… and brought her ass down onto his lap.

Rutherford grunted in pleasure, his head jerking back as his cock sank into his bride, deeper than before. A trail of saliva still linked his lips to Celestia’s tit, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead he placed his hand behind her head, brought her muzzle closer to his, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Celestia’s mind rebelled against the idea of sharing such an affectionate action with the one that had tricked her, but her body responded by its own accord. Moaning, she kissed him back, her tongue darting out, seeking access to his mouth. The Prince growled in satisfaction, his own tongue rushing into her mouth, deepening the passionate kiss. His hands squeezed her tits, gently kneading them, his hips shuddering as his cock sank deeper into Celestia.

The alicorn squealed in pleasure as his flare brushed against her deepest barrier. She could feel his balls quivering under her buttocks, his medial ring pressing against her slit. She had taken him to the hilt, yet he wasn’t hitting her cervix like his friends had. He was just the perfect size for her, his tip just barely touching her depths. Her cunt spasmed with every scrape, every graze, his flare bulging out in time with his heartbeat. Wanting more, Celestia broke the kiss, holding Rutherford’s intense gaze with her own heated eyes. Slowly, she started to pull her ass away from his lap, his cock slipping out for what felt like an eternity. She felt his flare scrape out all the mixed seed that still clung to her walls, the gooey mess oozing down his shaft before dripping onto his balls. She held herself there, hovering above him, letting the unwanted semen dribble out of reach of her pussy, just the tip of his cock still inside, precum gushing from his glans helping her cleanse herself. It was messy, it was crude, it was indecent… it was amazing.

With a loud moan Celestia brought her ass down, her shapely rear slapping against his thighs at the same time as his flare impacted with her depths. The Prince gripped his throne, his balls churning, ready to fill his bride. But he refused to cum before she did, so he held back, tittering on the edge. Celestia smiled as he saw his grimace, very much aware of how much his cock was jerking inside her pussy, precum leaking from his tip in a continuous stream.

“What’s the matter?” She panted, slowly pushing herself up. “Can’t keep up?” She held his quivering flare just inside her cunt, her folds contracting around it. “I expected better from a prince”

“Why you little…” Rutherford had the wind knocked out of him as she suddenly brought her ass down. He grunted, feeling his flare bulge out, using all his concentration to keep his seed back. He managed to keep himself from coming, but a burst of thick spunk still managed to travel up his length, spraying Celestia’s depths. Panting, he stared at her smug face, then he smiled. “If you want to make this a competition…” He placed his hands on her hips, gripping her tight.

Before Celestia could prepare herself she was lifted by the powerful yak, then she was pulled down without restraint. She moaned as her cunt was instantly filled, her cervix loosening as the tip of his cock slipped through, but she didn’t have time to get accustomed to the pleasure. Rutherford pounded into her once more, this time thrusting his hips at the same time. Celestia threw her head back, her flowing mane flowing chaotically as she screamed in pleasure. He was about to ram her up and down once more when she pushed on his chest, begging for mercy. Rutherford snorted, half tented to fuck her until she collapsed, but he relented nonetheless. He didn’t want to fuck her brains out like a camp whore: she was his greatest conquest, a treasure to be appreciated, like a fine centuries old wine. He could always be as rough as he wanted with other females, only to finish inside her. That sounded like a good plan, a pile of females for him to violently plunder, with Celestia in the middle, bulging with his seed.

With this image on his mind, Rutherford released her hips and leaned back, watching her collapse to the side, his cock still hilted inside her keeping the alicorn from falling over. Trembling, Celestia crawled over his muscled body, putting her hands over his shoulders, then she started to grind her hips onto his lap. He could feel her orgasm getting closer, her pussy spasming around his girth constantly, her slit winking desperately against his sheath. He could see her face becoming flushed, her eyes glazing over. He heard her breath become shallow, the alicorn giving short, high-pitched pants. She seemed to be building up her release, but was unable to reach it. She began to give shallow thrusts with her hips, desperately trying to cum, getting more and more frustrated. Seeing his mate struggle, the Prince rolled his eyes and snaked one of his hands between their bodies, reaching for her nethers. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, his fingers digging around her flesh, finally managing to find her engorged clit. Smirking at her dazed expression, he began to forcefully rub her nub with his thumb, drawing quick, short circles around it.

Celestia finally screamed in bliss, her release coursing through her spine until it made her mind go blank. Her pussy constricted around Rutherford’s cock, crushing it between her quivering folds. He groaned in pleasure, but he managed to hold back his own orgasm, his thumb still teasing her love button, pushing her to new heights of pleasure. Her whole body tensed with almost painful ecstasy, her nails digging into his shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. Rutherford winced slightly when she pierced his flesh, yet he didn’t stop rubbing her clit, wanting to make her cum even more. After a few more instants of blissful agony, Celestia suddenly relaxed her grip, her limbs loosening up as she came down from her mind-blowing orgasm. She panted, letting her head fall on Rutherford’s shoulder, her body shuddering with the aftershocks. The prince stopped playing with her engorged nub, putting his hands over her thighs in a tender gesture.

Celestia regained her senses gradually, her breath short and ragged. She leaned back, looking into Rutherford’s gaze, his eyes twinkling behind his deadlocks. As much as he resented the yak for his duplicity, she had to admit that he was a very considerate lover. That didn’t excuse the fact that he had strong-armed her into a political marriage, of course, and she would find a way to make him pay for his transgression. But for now, she decided to indulge her most basic of needs, and as he had said, make the best of this situation. And right now, she wanted nothing more than to get stuffed with his cum, so she ignited her horn and began to fondle his overstuffed balls.

Rutherford grunted loudly as her magic squeezed his family jewels, the prince momentarily afraid she would crush his nuts in a fit of anger. He relaxed when he saw her smile at him, her hips gyrating around his pole. He groaned as she pressed her ass against his thighs, taking him to the hilt, her insides convulsing around his shaft. He understood what she desired, and was very much ready to answer her call. Snorting, he embraced Celestia, bringing her closer to him. Her soft tits were squished against his muscled chest, her wings flaring wide as she felt his balls constrict in her magic. She twerked her hips a few more times, enjoying the sapping sounds of her buttocks on his thighs, then she ground herself onto his lap, taking him as deep as she could.

The prince felt his seed packed tight in his balls, Celestia’s magic building up the pressure until he could not hold himself back anymore. Growling possessively, he moved his legs apart, spreading his thighs. Celestia yelped and begun to fall backwards, but he quickly grabbed her ass with both hands, supporting her. She did not understand what he was doing until she felt him push her dress to the side, leaving her rump exposed to the army watching them. She felt herself blush deeply as Rutherford showed his subjects everything, yet she didn’t cover herself with her tail, on the contrary she moved it out of the way. The whole army could see his balls quivering, his shaft plunging inside her and her pussy lips winking around his girth. He gave one last powerful thrust with a satisfied grunt, spreading her buttocks apart to make sure they could all see him staking his claim on the living goddess.

Celestia bit her lips as the Prince’s ball jumped in her magic, readying herself. She felt his flare bulge out to its fullest extent, the rounded tip of his glans sinking inside her womb, slightly poking through her loosened cervix. She had no protection, no way of stopping her Prince from spilling his essence inside her most sacred place. She felt his shaft grow as his spunk surged through it, and she braced herself. Her whole body jerked as the first spurt of seed gushed into her womb, coating her insides with the thickest, most potent semen she could imagine. She whimpered, both in fear and in pleasure, as the Prince kept on pouring his spunk inside her, his release seeming to be endless.

She wasn’t fooled when his semen tapered out, Rutherford drawing his hips back as if he was pulling out. She moaned out loud when he rammed his cock back inside, an even stronger burst of jelly-like seed flooding her uterus, clinging to her walls, spreading his warmth in her depths. Rutherford’s fingers dug into her soft thighs, holding her close as he did everything in his power to knock her up, his balls working fervently at the thought of the two other males who had came inside his female. And like for everything else, there was nothing better than a competition to get him going. Snorting, he drew back, only to slam himself into his mate.

The cycle continued, the yak Prince seeming to posses infinite stamina, his cock never tiring. Celestia felt her womb strain under the merciless pumping, completely full of virile seed. But he still wasn’t done. She remembered the horses drawing her carriage, how closely related ponies were to their feral cousins. At this moment she felt like nothing more than one of her stable’s broodmare, getting filled by her stud, her stallion trying his best to put a foal into her belly. Losing the last bit of her inhibitions, she threw her head back and nickered like a mare in heat, her tail flagging high to show the other males to whom she belonged to. The spectators cheered at the display, the rowdy warriors hitting the tables with their mugs, chanting her name and the Prince’s.

In the midst of the chaos, Rutherford grinned wide, his smug expression defying anyone to try and defy his claim on his new conquest. His balls kept pumping more and more baby batter into an already filled Celestia, his cock gradually getting pushed out by the cheer volume of his ejaculation. He snorted and gave a defiant thrust into his mare, packing his sludge back inside. Spunk exploded around his girth, his flare unable to plug it all. Every new spurt inside was followed by a spray of semen outside, Celestia’s womb completely full, her pussy unable to contain any more. The Prince begrudgingly allowed his cock to get pushed out, but he was careful to fill the space he evacuated with more spunk.

In his scanning of the room, his gaze fell on the general that had fucked his bride last. The yak warrior was trembling in frustration, clearly annoyed that his chances to impregnate the solar goddess where dwindling with every burst of the Prince’s seed. At this stage it was probably a lost cause. Rutherford held his enraged stare, then gave him a cocky grin, the toothy smile challenging him to do something about it. The yak warrior shot to his hooves, red in the face, ready to fight his liege for her. He was half-way to the throne when Celestia’s ears perked, swiveling towards him, and she turned her head.

Celestia eyed at the yak warrior, her gaze questioning, a slight blush still shining on her cheeks. The general stopped, hesitated, then took a step forward. He almost stumbled at what Celestia did next. The alicorn shot him a disdainful smirk, looking down at him like he was nothing, then she hugged the Prince around the neck. To make her preference even more obvious, she arched her ass back, giving him full view of her folds, winking around Rutherford’s cock, semen oozing from her overfilled pussy. The yak stood there, frozen under the mocking stare of the two monarchs. He didn’t react when one of the other generals grabbed him around the arm and hauled him back into the jeering crowd, his friend giving him a few pats of consolation. Celestia almost laughed out loud at his dejected expression, but she stopped herself just in time. She didn’t want to be cruel after all.

With an obscene slurping sound, Rutherford finally pulled out of her battered cunt. A torrent of thick seed immediately started to flow from her quivering folds, soaking the base of the throne, dribbling down both of their thighs. Groaning at the soreness of her insides, Celestia dismounted her new husband, readjusting her see-through robe. Weirdly enough she didn’t have any issues with her garment being so flimsy anymore. She actually loved it. She gave a tired sigh, then sat on the Prince’s lap. If Rutherford minded his legs getting covered in dribbling spunk, he didn’t say it. Instead he embraced Celestia from behind, bringing her closer to him. One of his hands grabbed her tit, squeezing it gently, while the other ran circles over her belly. It was clear the Prince couldn’t wait for her breast to swell with milk and for her belly to be round and huge. She felt his soft cock stirring against her leg, growing hard as he dreamed of the future. She sighed as his hands travelled south, slipping between her thighs.

This next few years promised to be very tiring.

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Celestia emerged from the lavish bathroom, pushing the curtain-door aside, a towel wrapped around her wet mane. Rutherford’s private tent was huge and extravagantly furnished, a roaring bonfire ensuring it was comfortably warm inside, even in her naked state. She eyed the walls of the royal tent, a small smile creeping on her lips. There were bookcases lining every side of the yurt, loaded with thousands of books, most of them unknown to her. A rare treat, for the centuries old alicorn. She crossed the large central room, wincing when her inside ached. Her whole body felt sore, but at least she had stopped leaking everywhere.

After the first round, Rutherford had taken her on the throne once more. Then when she had collapsed from exhaustion he had fucked her on the ground. When she had asked for food he had brought her to one of his warriors’ tables… and humped into her as she tried to eat, completely ignoring the surrounding yaks. They had then mated while the Prince gave his closing speech, while he had said his goodbyes to his warriors, on the way over to his tent, on his doorstep, in the bathroom when he had shown her how the rudimentary plumbing worked…

The alicorn groaned out loud, pushing her way through another curtain, entering the royal bedroom. She carefully sat on the fur covers, wincing as her nethers protested. Sighing, she used her magic to summon a scroll and a pen. She wrote a quick message explaining her deal with the Yaks, insisting on the fact that she was fine. After she was done recounting what had happened, she went on to the other part of her plan. She bit her lips, hoping Luna agree with her idea, or at least that the lunar Princess didn’t blow a hole into the palace when she got to the part about Rutherford fucking her silly. She signed the letter, rolled it up, then with a burst of golden magic she sent it to her sister.

With her task done, she fell back and landed on the comfortable bed, her wings extended lazily. She had always said she would do anything for peace, and now she could say she had lived up to her promise. Her eventual enjoyment aside, it had been a grueling experience. But, if her sister agreed with her idea, this marriage could become a much more enjoyable experience.

She heard someone enter the tent, the sound of the blizzard outside deafening until the doorways was clasped shut. She recognized the hoofsteps as they came closer, the thundering pace unmistakable. Rutherford exploded through the curtains with a hungry glint in his eyes. Celestia was not surprised to see him already becoming hard just at her sight, ready for another round. The insatiable Prince quickly thundered to the bed, his hands fidgeting with his Loincloth until it fell to the ground. He reached for her, licking his lips.

“Wait.” Celestia said, propping herself on her elbows. “Not now.”

Rutherford stopped in his tracks, his cock throbbing in the air. “… Uh?”

“I said we couldn’t do it right now.” Celestia rolled her eyes, getting off the bed. She skirted around the confused yak, her hands brushing against him as she went to search around her personal drawer. She chose a flimsy pink dress, the fabric almost so transparent it might as well not be there. “You really need to learn some control.”

“But… but you called for me…” Rutherford sputtered, looking quite silly with his cock in the air and his confused expression. “And you were naked on the bed… I thought…”

“Oh, sorry for the misunderstanding.” Celestia said, feigning remorse. “It’s just that I nedded to…” She stretched her arms over her head, moaning sensually as she worked out the kinks in her back. It also pushed her breasts against the flimsy fabric, her tits enticingly perky after her cold bath. “… hmmm, talk to you.”

Rutherford stared at her, wide eyed, then he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is this your way of rebelling against our deal?” He said, his length still bobbing at half mast. “Teasing me with your body and then refusing me?”

“A part of it.” Celestia smirked, crossing her arm as well, pushing her breasts together. She rose an eyebrow at his aggravated look.

“You do realize that as my wife, you will have to give me what I want sooner or later.” Rutherford growled, his eyes never leaving her breasts. “You wouldn’t want our deal to fall flat, now would you?”

“Of course not.” Celestia sing-songed. “And that is way I wrote my sister. I am only waiting for her answer before doing anything… outwardly.” She smiled innocently. “We wouldn’t want her to arrive and catch us in the act.”

“Your sister? The lunar goddess?” Rutherford’s eyebrows rose. “Do you think you can intimidate me with her presence?”

“Far from it.” Celestia approached her husband, pressing her chest to his side. “I have just sent her an invitation to join our… herd as it were.”

“… Come again?” The prince was sure he had heard wrong, there was no way Celestia had just said what he thought she had.

“You see, since her return, me and my sister have agreed to share everything.” Celestia whispered into his ear. “And if you agree, she could join the two of us in our most intimate moments.” She brushed his quivering length softly, smiling. “It would make my stay much more enjoyable to have her here.”

“…”

“Do you agree?” She asked, giving him her hand to shake.

“Yes.” He blurted, reaching for her hand. Frankly there was no other answer possible. To be able to bed not only one, but two alicorns? It was beyond his wildest dreams. It was too good to be true… Actually yes, it was too good to be true… “Wait a second,” he jerked his hand back, suspicious. “We are talking about Luna, your sister, alicorn of the night?”

“Of course.”

“And I would be able to mount her as much as I desire, taking her as a second wife?”

“Precisely.” Celestia nodded patiently. “Although I wouldn’t say you would be the one doing the mounting.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “My sister can be a bit of an aggressive lover.”

“… Done.” Rutherford took her hand and shook it, sealing the deal.

“Good.” Celestia smiled, her kind smile giving him the chills for some reason. “Now we only need for her to arrive and…”

As if on cue, the tent was suddenly bathed in a burst of blue magic, the light snuffed out by the explosion of darkness. When the magical flare subsided, Princess Luna was standing next to her sister, the dark alicorn dressed in an old fashioned robe, a cloak reinforced with pieces of cobalt metal armor hanging from her shoulders. Her sharp gaze instantly zeroed-in on Rutherford, her eyes narrowing when she took in his state of undress. She sneered at him, her muzzle drawing back in a low snarl, her hand snaking towards her hip, where a strange weapon was holstered, looking like a cross between a sword and boomerang. Luna then spared her sister a quick glance, making sure she was alright, before doing a double take.

“Celestia?” She blurted, averting her gaze. “What in Mother’s name are thou wearing?!” She quickly shrugged off her heavy duty cloak and threw it on her sister’s back, doing her best not to look at her. “Have you no shame?”

“Oh, sorry about that.” Celestia said, not looking sorry at all. “It’s just that these are the only clothes I’ve been given by my darling husband…”

“What?” Rutherford shook his head, coming out of his contemplation of the dark alicorn. She may not have been as buxom as her sister, but Luna was gifted with a magnificent behind, one that he could not wait to get his hand onto. “Lies, I have given you many different type of clothes…”

“Silence.” Luna barked, glaring daggers at him. “Know that you still draw breath only because of my sister.” She turned to her sister, shaking with anger. “I say we send this whole mountain range into the void and make a rug from this fool.”

“No.” Celestia frowned, slowly reaching out for her sister’s hand. She held Luna until she stopped shaking. “There is no victory in bloodshed.”

“Then leave this place, if they dare to march on Equestria…”

“No.” She shook her head. “A deal has been struck, one that will ensure lasting peace between our kingdoms.”

“Hmm, if I may…” Rutherford tried to interject, only to dodge with lighting fast reflexes as Luna threw a mighty punch at him. The displaced air was strong enough to throw his hair back, and he was suddenly glad that he had not challenged Celestia in a punching contest earlier. Although, it only made his conquest sweeter…

“Luna, stop.” Celestia put a calming hand on her sister’s shoulder, holding her from attacking the Prince. “If you harm him you will unmake everything I’ve done.”

“What about the things he did in Ponyville? What he did to… her? And all he’s done to you!” Luna shouted, her muzzle snapping like an angry wolf. “Dost thou think I cannot smell his disgusting scent clinging to your fur?”

“And I would do it again.” Celestia nodded. “For peace.”

“You are a fool.” Luna growled, her fists clenched. She begun to pace, her head whipping around, looking at her sister, the Prince and everything in the room. She looked like a rabid wolf trapped in a cage, thirsty for blood.

“Luna… Did you read the second part of my letter?” Celestia hesitated, wondering if it would be enough to satisfy her sister’s hunger for revenge. “About my idea?”

“Aye.” She growled. “Like he would be foolish enough to agree to…”

“Actually, I have already accepted your sister’s proposal.” Rutherford stepped forward, smiling confidently.

Luna froze in her tracks, her ears perking up. “Trully?” Luna eyed the yak, gears turning in her head. “You agree to become mine, I would be free to peruse your body at my leisure?”

“If you mean becoming my bride, then yes.” The Prince smirked, showing off his teeth. “I am not afraid of getting rough in the sack my dear little alicorn princess.”

“Oh?” Luna’s smile turned predatory. “Care to get started right away?”

“Of course!” Rutherford flexed his muscles, getting ready for a good love tussle. “I don’t think my people will mind if we skip the ceremony for once.”

“Splendid.” Luna turned to her sister, almost drooling in anticipation. “Sister, if you may leave the room?” She licked her lips. “I wish to get acquainted with our new… husband.”

“Oh, I had thought we would be…” Rutherford looked from Celestia to Luna, crestfallen. “The three of us…”

“She’s my sister.” Celestia’s quirked an eyebrow at him. “Sharing a mate will already be strange enough, don’t count on us doing anything together.” She then turned on her hooves and quickly exited the room. She stopped at the door, holding the curtain open. “Have fun you two.” She then let the heavy fabric fall and quickly crossed to the other side of the room.

Celestia chose a book at random, taking it out of its shelf after taking mental note of its original position. She sat on a nearby sofa, getting comfortable in her sister’s cloak. She did her best to ignore the noises coming from the bedroom, Rutherford’s deep voice carrying through the tent’s walls.

”… on the bed or should I take you against the walls?”

Celestia’s ears perked up as she heard Luna chuckling, the eerie sound making the hairs on her neck stand on end. At least if wasn’t the chilling, horrifying laugher from her premonition. It seemed she had avoided the worst. Although Rutherford might be of a different opinion.

”… body as lovely as your sisters, by the gods your behind is mouthwatering… wait… what is that between your legs? Is that a…”

Celestia winced when the commotion started, Luna obviously chasing the poor Prince around the room, upending the furniture. Even the bed was tossed asside, from the sounds of it.

”HELP! Oh gods no! I didn’t agree to this!”

She almost felt sorry for the Prince, but really, it was only karmatic justice falling down on him, in the most ironic way possible. Her sister had always been very imaginative with her spells…

”Nononono, please fight me, kill me, give me a warriors death, anything but this! I will not have you dishonor me in this way!”

It sounded like Luna had cornered the poor yak and was getting ready to pounce on her prey. Celestia buried her muzzle in her book, trying to get lost in the words.

”It’s too big, it will never fit, get that thing away from…”

”BE QUIET AND PREPARE THY ANUS!”

The book fell on the ground as Celestia ran to the bathroom, trying to escape the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the squeals coming from the bedroom. She almost felt bad for the Prince, but she was sure he would understand.

After all, all was fair in love and war, there was no reason peace should be any different.