Chapter 1
The sun and moon hung at opposite ends of the horizon, the princesses who should have been shepherding them could not be found, and black thorny vines crept over Equestria. The vines seemed to radiate chaos, disrupting the magic of unicorns and resisting the strength of earth ponies as well as the delicate touch of pegasi.
Newly crowned Princess Twilight Sparkle’s first Summer Sun Celebration as a Princess of Equestria was not going well.
After flying from Canterlot and meeting her friends in the the Golden Oak Library in Ponyville and assessing the chaotic nature of the vines, they used the Elements of Harmony to summon the most chaotic being they knew. After complaining about his interrupted bath and claiming offense at their accusations, Discord suggested they question the zebra fleeing from the forest into town.
To Zecora, the vines were a mystery. However, she held a potion with the potential to reveal to Twilight the nature of the disasters that currently befell them. All it needed was a touch of her alicorn magic.
Mustering her concentration, Twilight charged her horn and imbued the flask’s contents with a portion of her magical essence. It’s color changed from purple to white. She held it in her magical grip to get a closer look, but Zecora simply nudged it towards her with a knowing smile.
Twilight drank the potion offered to her. It was thick and salty, and reminded her or a taste she couldn’t quite place. Within seconds, her eyes flashed white. and she became unaware of her surroundings. What she saw instead was a ring of stallions, on their hind legs, erect and ready to have their way with her. An electric thrill ran through her, filled with anticipation and fear. She could suddenly place the taste of the potion.
A stallion moved in, guiding her head to his member. It slipped through her lips. In only a few seconds, her mind switched gears, and she began to coat it with her saliva. She caringly caressed it with her lips, her tongue, creating a layer of slippery saliva. As her jaw loosened, the stallion pushed further and further towards the back of her mouth.
Other stallions began to advance, caressing her wings and her flanks. Some warmed themselves up by smearing their precum on her cutie mark. Molesting her. Defiling her. Slowly eradicating what purity she had left.
She loved it. And the moisture dripping down her thighs confirmed it.
Finally, she would be used, and abused, like she’d always wanted, always needed. She wiggled her ass, grinding her thighs together in anticipation, as the stallions around her kneaded her luscious cheeks, and the stallion in her mouth pushed gradually into her throat.
Deciding to focus on what she could control, she thought back to her research on oral techniques. The blush on her face grew redder as she recalled the late nights reading the pony sutra, thinking she’d never do things like that... She’d never become that kind of mare…
The irony sent another thrill through her. All the better, as the stallions around her began to prod her marehood, pressing and exploring, spreading and poking. One bent down and wrapped her tail around his hoof, pulling sternly, then dove his muzzle into her, sliding his tongue wide and flat from her winking clit, across her wetness, up to her ass (which gave her quite a start), and finally wetting her dock with his tongue.
She physically shivered, her throat involuntarily tightening around the cock throbbing within it.
As the stallion continued to salivate on her rear, and others continued to smear a mess across her cutie mark and wings and some across her face, the cock within her began to throb rhythmically. She knew what was coming, and her cunt clenched with need.
Since the stallion had a hold of her head, she couldn’t pull away, or resist at all. The thought turned her on all the more, and she wrapped her hooves around his hips and pressed her face into his crotch, his cock disappearing entirely within her. He almost doubled over, pulling her into him.
As it began, her eyes rolled back in satisfaction. She’d done it. And it was only the first of she-didn’t-know how many.
He grunted. His cock throbbed.
She swallowed.
He throbbed.
She swallowed.
Suddenly, he pulled her off of him by the hair. Her mouth hung open, drool connecting her to his member, and her eyes could barely focus before the first strand landed square across her face, lying from her forehead to cheek, crossing her muzzle. She focused in dumb amazement as he emptied himself onto her, covering her with his slime, using her like a young colt with his hidden shoebox.
Once she caught her breathe, she shivered at the thought. She was finally...tainted. Ruined. Oh, who would ever want such a filthy mare now? Who would respect such a princess?
As she caught her breath, another stallion moved into place, and the other tongueing her ass sat back with satisfaction.
It seemed the time had come.
As she began to slather the cock presented to her face with saliva and the previous stallions semen, she clenched her anus and vagina in anticipation of the rutting that was surely coming. After rubbing against her and lining up, the rear stallion paused. She too, paused in her ministrations, and began to turn to look back when he quickly took her by the hips and unceremoniously thrust himself within her to the hilt.
She screamed.
There was pain, of course. For the first time, like she’d always dreamed of, she was letting herself be used. But beyond that, above that, through that, there was a fullness. As satisfaction she couldn’t imagine achieving any other way.
As the stallion began a rhythm against her hips, the one before her became impatient, and, ignoring her desperate gasps and grunts, simply grabbed her head and pressed his slime-covered cock into her face. She refocused, and her mouth found the tip. This time it slid easily into her throat, and she became caught in a rhythm, bouncing off one stallion into the other. One cock out, another in, back and forth.
She was in heaven.
Her resistance began to run out, and a familiar pressure began to build within her. Yet, this time it felt nothing like before. Reading pulp-erotica and hoofing herself in the bath could never compare to the sensual onslaught of being rutted in mouth and pussy, bouncing between two stallions as a crowd of patient onlookers watched, rubbing themselves on her writhing body, waiting in line to fuck her like the whore she was. The whore she’d finally become.
That thought pushed her over the edge, and her entire body gave a violent shudder. She clenched around the cocks within her, gagging, but the two stallions held firm, and used their body weight to press her between them. She was pinned, skewered at each end by two cocks, helpless.
Her mind went blank and her eyes rolled back as her violent orgasm pushed the stallions across the brink along with her. She mindlessly shook and flailed for a full minute before sense returned to her. When she became aware of herself, her belly felt more full, and there was a thick taste in her mouth that she was quickly growing fond of. She drooled cum as the stallion behind her pulled out and moved aside for the next to take his place. She felt a fullness leaking out of her. She imagined briefly what Celestia would think, to see her degrade herself like this…
It lit a fire within her.
“More!” she shouted, scanning her surrounding with fury in her eyes.
“You! On your back!” she shouted at a stallion with a sizeable member. She walked up to him and pushed him back, then climbed atop him. She rubbed her cum-dripping vulva along the length of his cock a few times, but quickly lost patience, stood it up with her magic, and sat down on it.
Hard.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Cum and drool dripped down her face and neck, onto her chest. She had underestimated his size, and felt as if she would split apart. She stayed like that for a moment, as the stallions watched on in awe as she speared herself on the monolith.
Slowly, as the pain passed, she came to her senses and began to grind herself against the stallions hips to get comfortable with the massive intrusion. Then she leaned forward, and lifted her tail.
“My ass. Anypony. NOW!”
A random stallion stepped forward, which was good enough for her. He tried pressing into her asshole, but had no luck.
“Spit on it.”
The stallion cocked an eyebrow at her.
“Spit on my asshole.”
He looked down skeptically.
“Your princess demands it,” she said with a sultry air.
He looked to the heavens and gulped.
After a moment of thought, she shouted, “Everypony! Spit on my asshole!”
One by one, the stallions stepped up and did as they had been ordered by their princess. She leaned forward and bit her lip, tail raised, as her ass was expectorated upon by the crowd of horny stallions. She closed her eyes and moaned as it dripped between her cheeks and down her thighs, and onto the cock that was her base.
She turned to the stallion waiting behind her, stared him straight in the eyes, hers burning with lust and wild abandon.
“Now…
“Fuck…
“My…
“Desperate…
“Winking…
“Princess…
“Asshole…”
He stared in awe for a moment before she shouted,
“Now!”
And pushed him forward with her magic. His cock initially landed against her ass, and she gyrated against him atop the cock within her. He got a rhythm, and sliding his cock between her cheeks. She moaned desperately,
“...inside.”
And he complied. Slick with the mess of spit, he lined his cock up with her asshole, and pressed forward. She grunted, but relaxed her asshole and pressed back against him. He slid in, enjoying the tightest, most complete grip around his stallionhood he’d ever.
“Ohhhh, Celestia…” Twilight moaned.
Inch by inch, he pressed deeper and deeper into her, moving with the cycles of her clenching and relaxing with moans and heavy breathing. She squeaked as the his medial ring passed into her, marking the halfway point. He finally slid to the hilt, and stopped a moment for her to relax around his girth. Her asshole clenched the very base of his member, and his hips were against the soft padding of her ass. Gripping her waist, he pressed into her firmly, twitching inside her. She moaned in appreciation, looked back, and nodded to him. He pulled out to the medial ring, popping it out of her, and pushed back in to the base.
“Hahhh…” Twilight moaned, beyond words.
As he worked up a rhythm, she glanced around at the crowd, and waved them forward. They moved forward, several positioning themselves at her face. She lapped at their cocks, and rubbed her face against them. The texture of her fur and mane, slick with drying cum, drew out their precum, which smeared along her face. She took them in her mouth one by one, teasing others with her hooves. She lapped at their balls, and around the base of their cocks.
She honestly had no idea how many dicks she’d sucked at this point.
Sun and moon, that thought makes me wet…
She thought, as she began to enthusiastically grind against the two cocks within her. She could feel them grinding against each other through her internal walls, and it drove her crazy.
As her focus shifted more and more to the cocks penetrating her, she simply resigned herself to whatever the cocks in front of her face decided to do with her. They pulled her mane, grabbed her horn, smeared themselves across her face, violated her throat…
She didn’t care.
She let it happen. She wanted it to happen. It was what she’d always wanted, always needed, she realized.
She ground her hips harder.
Some of them began to ejaculate on her. With lidded eyes, she let her mouth hang open and her tongue hang out, and accepted it, while she ground herself roughly against the stallions fucking her ass and cunt.
Load after load, they emptied themselves onto her. She swallowed some of it, but most of it dripped off her face, down her chest, or soaked into her neatly trimmed hair.
She felt disgusting.
She was going to cum.
Her moans and grunts increased in frequency and pitch, and became more desperate. Her ass and cunt were on fire. Was that even the same cock in her ass or had they swapped out at some point, using the other’s cum for lube? She’d completely lost track.
How many stallions? How many cocks? How much cum? She had no idea. The very fact that she’d lost track thrilled her. It meant she, Princess Twilight Sparkle, was such a slut, she couldn’t even count the cocks fucking her, cumming on her… inside her…
With a groan, her body began to quake, drops of cum wobbling on her chin. Her eyes crossed and her vision went blurry as her body was once again overtaken with an uncontrollable orgasm at the thought of becoming the massive whore that she was.
With a wild groan, she clenched around the stallions furiously pumping within her. They felt her climax approaching and rushed to meet hers with theirs, pumping harder and faster. Several surrounding stallions rushed up at once to empty themselves on her face as she was wracked by her orgasm.
The stallion behind her grabber her mane and pulled. That was the end of it. With a rough scream, her entire body tensed up. The stallions within her released their load; she could feel it pumping into her, and it made it so much better.
Here she was, a crowned princess of Equestria, submitting herself to her most base desires, letting herself be violated by unknown numbers of anonymous cocks, filled and covered with their cum, used like a Tenga Fliphole™, probably to be unceremoniously discarded once they were satisfied and she was of no further use to them.
Feeling like a filthy, worthless, cocksleeve, she came. Her eyes blanked, and her magic surged, forcing orgasms out of all the stallions in her surroundings, ready or not. Cum shot everywhere, mostly on her. As the slime soaked into her coat, her womb, her very being, she felt as if she’d finally discovered what she’d really been put on Equestria to do…
She woke up.
Her eyes opened, and she looked around. Her friends and Discord were staring at her in awe. She was in the center of Ponyville, having just drank the potion from Zecora. It was as if no time had passed at all.
But it had.
They’d seen it. They’d seen everything. Minus the cocks and cum of course, but Twilight herself… She been acting it out, for all of them to see. A blush coloured her face as a few more drops of liquid lined her thighs at the realization.
“Why are you all looking at me like that?”
“It’s just.. You were mumblin’ to yourself..”
“Oh! And don’t forget the uncontrollable sobbing!”
“We were really worried about you…”
“I, for one, found it DE~lightful.”
…
After a moment’s thought, Twilight decided she’d have to keep in touch with Zecora for some more of that potion, for perhaps a less public occasion… Or equally public. Yes, that would be fine too, she surmised.
End