When life is nothing but responsibility, after responsibility, when the weight of the world rests on your shoulders, and it seems like it will never end. That's when servitude seems to have a sort of freedom in it. Freedom from stress.
When life is nothing but responsibility, after responsibility, when the weight of the world rests on your shoulders, and it seems like it will never end. That's when servitude seems to have a sort of freedom in it. Freedom from stress.
For Celestia that freedom is addictive. She craves having her rule lifted off of her shoulders, to be treated like a mare. More specifically she desires to be treated like a broodmare to a herd. She desperately wants to commanded, to be a slave to Bumble and his herd, and it is here that she's found her so longed for freedom, and love.
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Spin-off of Bumbling through my Education.
Warning!!! This is erotica! This story contains BDSM, Pet Play, submissive Celestial, and more toys than you can shake a stick at.
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A spin off mini-story of Bumbling through my Education
Chapter One: Happiness in Servitude
There was something all together wonderful about giving up the confines and struggles of being a ruler. To simply come home, and take on the role of a servant. Today had been especially taxing. To his credit Blueblood helped lay the foundations to ensure that both Luna, and Celestia’s, courtship of Bumble Hooves went unchallenged, but it did little to stop the bickering among the Canterlot Nobility to climb to new heights. Especially since Blueblood himself had removed himself from being eligible by taking the Royal PR Director as his fiancee.
Of course this left Flurry Heart, Princess of the Crystal Empire, but most of the nobility had no patience for the filly to come of marrying age. Instead their squabbles changed tactics, and they began pushing for the removal of any non-Unicorns from Canterlot. Their argument wasn’t different from before, but they seemed less inclined to bend on it. The loss of any eligible Princess as marriage material had seen fit to their decision to become more of a thorn in the sides of said rulers.
So it was with a rather happy sigh that Celestia left the Palace. She had considered moving her herd into the Palace itself, including Bumble’s family, but with the Nobility already being the pains in the rump they were being, well, she had no intention of giving them more of a reason to be even greater pains. Instead the home the herd was using for the time being was fine, and she stepped through the door, along with her contingent of guards, and stretched.
It felt amazing to finally be free, even if that freedom was going to be short lived. She smiled and spoke to Bumble’s mother, happy to know that the mare was quite fine with the size of the herd, and even happier to know that Bumble had made a decision on where to build a home once his schooling was done. It was located in the country, not too far from Luna and her old Castle.
Naturally, if the Everfree were a bit less dangerous she would more than see fit to gifting the Castle to him, and all of their offspring. She made a mental note to do that at a later date. It would take some time, but she believed that it could be possible to make a path into the Everfree up to the Castle. Naturally she’d want to leave as much of the wildlife alone as possible, but it would still be a wonderful gift. She left the mare that was going to officially be her mother-in-law before too long and walked upstairs. The moment she arrived she saw her sister.
She knew that Luna would enjoy this, but she didn’t realize how much Luna enjoyed it. Celestia bowed her head, allowing Luna to place a magic nullifier on her horn. A moment later another of her sister wives, Pina, walked out to her. In her hands was a red bodice that she knew would not cover her breasts, no panties, and her collar. Celestia removed her royal chiton, allowing Luna to fold it to be laundered, and then she began pulling the bodice onto herself. Like she expected her breasts were simply too big to fit into the cups. Pina tapped her hooves.
“You failed to fit into your bodice correctly.”
Celestia wanted to smile, but held back. Pina was going to bring her to her husband, her lover, and her master. It meant that between here and Bumble she was under Pina’s control. She began to step forward until she felt a hand on her shoulder.
“You are forgetting something, broodmare,” Luna’s honey soaked voice whispered sweetly into her ear, “Put on your collar.”
She took the collar, something Luna had enchanted herself, and put it around her neck. The collar changed colors becoming a soft scarlet to match the bodice. She also felt the tingle of magic across her rump, knowing that her sister’s message was now displayed clearly. Even if she was to wear something, anything, it would display the fact that she was the Broodmare for Bumble Hooves.
“Our broodmare needs a fitting punishment for not fitting into her bodice correctly,” Pina said with a smile, “Luna, do you have the toy that Flagrante brought home?”
Celestia felt the tingle of anticipation run down her. She watched as Pina connected a leash to her collar, and she directed her to over to a table.
“Bend over, kneel down, and place your hands flatly against the table.”
She did as she was told, and then she felt the coolness of lube against her tailhole. She couldn’t stand it and she looked back to see a massive plot plug. Her eyes bulged as she watched them near her. Pina noticed her looking and shook her head, “You simply keep insisting that your punishment be more severe don’t you?”
She watched as Pina grabbed a bridle and bit. Her sister wife walked toward her, looked at her, and smiled.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, and she felt the faux leather bar being seated toward the back of her mouth. She felt the bridle being attached to her to keep the bit in place, and then she tapped her hoof, “Your punishment isn’t the bridle, or the bit, I know you like them, it’s being unable to suck Bumble’s cock. You will have to earn that tonight. And you will do so once we enter. Now, relax.”
She closed her eyes, felt the pressure of something at her tailhole, and then she felt it starting to slip in. It was short, egg shaped, and wide, but a far cry from undoable. She felt it move snuggly into her rectum, Her tail now higher than it had been, and then she felt a slap on her rump. She let out a soft moan.
“I believe our sister wife desires a good rutting,” Luna said.
She felt a finger gently run down her slit, stopping just before her winking nub, “Yes, she is desiring our husband. Perhaps we should keep her to ourselves for a bit longer. Tell me Pina, would you enjoy watching her moan through that bit as you ravished her?”
Celestia watched as Pina disappeared from in front of her, and she heard the sound of a wardrobe opening. Soon, there was the sounds of straps tightening, and then she felt something touching her slit, just barely touching her. She whimpered, wanting to feel it slip inside of her.
“Mmmm, I don’t know Luna, I don’t think she wants it bad enough. She’s not even begging for it.”
“Mmmlease!”
“Mmmlease? Doesn’t sound like good begging to me. Why, she’s not even spreading her marehood for us. She doesn’t want to show us what she has to offer.”
Celestia slid her right hand under her, finding her slit, opening it, and she focused her voice. Speaking through a bit took work, it meant trying to pronounce words differently in order to get the desired effect across, and of course it also made her sound like she had a lisp.
“Pwease, rwt wy pwssy,” she managed to get out.
“Better,” Luna said.
Celestia felt the false phallus as it entered her. She was so grateful that it was a Bumbler. It was his cock, her wonderful husband’s cock, but it wasn’t him guiding it. Even in their play Bumble began gentle. He gave her time to adjust. Pina grabbed her hips, and thrust all of the way into her. Her head shot up, her wings shot out, and she nearly fell forward.
“If you fall over then I’m unsure if I’ll be able to take you Bumble,” Pina whispered.
Celestia looked over her shoulder at Pina, at her sister wife who was smiling.
“So, you won’t fall over, will you?”
Celestia shook her head.
“Good.”
She felt Pina pull almost completely out of her and then she felt her thrust forward hard. The Bumbler going back deep into her, pounding on her cervix, and she felt Pina’s robust hips and thighs slapping against her kneeling thighs and rump. She moaned in pleasure as Pina began to pick up the pace even more, and she felt the stirrings of her first orgasm. She was so ready, so impossibly ready to feel the orgasmic release that was almost in her grasp, but Pina slowed down, pulled out, and stood.
She groaned in frustration, of being denied the chance to orgasm, and she realized that it was still part of her punishment that Pina was administrating. The fact that it was part of the punishment made it bearable, and actually more enticing. Her body was on the cusp of the orgasm, so ready for it, but being denied was a sweet sensation. Being forced to wait, to have to earn her release, it was truly a fantastic punishment.
“I think that our broodmare is ready,” Pina said as she pulled on Celestia’s Leash.
Celestia stood, standing back from Pina, in the role of a servant, no a slave, to her master. She felt another light slap on her rump, and she looked at Luna who had managed to dress in her clothes for the night court.
“Wear her out,” Luna said as she walked downstairs, toward her own contingent of guards.
Celestia followed behind Pina, her slit slick with her juices, the smell of her want and need dripping down her thighs, leaving little dots of her arousal and need on the floor. The last time she had done this Honeypot had her clean the drops, while wearing a new device that Flagrante had developed called a vibrator. It was powered by a small magical jewel, and Honeypot held the other jewel which relayed how fast it should vibrate by how she held it.
She remembered that Honeypot closed her fist around it, and the vibrator was going so fast, so hard, that she could barely stand it, and she ended up cleaning more and more of her mess until her punishment included her licking her mess off of Bumble, and apologising for getting it all over him.
To add to the punishment she wasn’t allowed lick a single inch of his wonderful cock, not unless it was currently in someone’s tailhole. It certainly wasn’t that she minded, she didn’t in the slightest, although she was never one to enjoy the taste of another pony’s chocolate factory, to quote Pinchy, and so it certainly did make the punishment stand out more. But she loved it for the same reason.
The door opened and Celestia looked at the bed where Bumble was currently inside of Majira. Her Zebra sister wife was groaning, and under her Honeypot was deep inside of her using a Bumbler. She watched as her sister wife moaned, her hips held by Bumble, his sizable cock slamming into her tailhole, her creamy jade looking back at him over her shoulder.
She watched, and her hand moved down to her own slit. She began to play when she felt herself jerked slightly. She looked at Pina who raised an eyebrow.
“No, hands off Broodmare. You get to enjoy yourself when Bumble is ready to take you.”
She nodded. She’d have to wait, and it was sweet torture. She watched as Majira’s eyes widened, a nickering moan escaped her, and she fell forward. She could see Bumble slamming into her hard, one more time, and then the way he held her told her everything. He was dumping his wonderful seed into Majira’s wonderfully fit rump.
She watched as her husband slid out of her sister wife, he eased back, and his eyes went to Celestia.
“I need to be cleaned.”
Celestia began to move forward, but once again the leash caught her. She looked pleadingly toward Pina who smirked.
“She’s going to have to earn that right. She felt the need to disobey, and so I felt that she should have to earn the right to clean your cock.”
Bumble looked at Pina, back at Celestia, and then grinned brightly, “Celestia, to begin earning the right I want you to clean Majira’s tailhole with your tongue. Be sure to clean every last drop I put in there. Pina, remove her bit and bridle so she can do it properly.”
Pina did, and Celestia crawled over to Majira. She lowered her head, loving how she was doing something so degrading, how the choice was removed, and how she simply wanted to do this because Bumble told her to. She heard Bumble tell Pina to undress, get up on the bed, and clean his cock with her mouth and tongue. She could hear the slurping of Pina’s mouth on Bumble’s cock. The way the slurping turned toward a strong swallowing sound as she took him into her throat.
Celestia had done that already, took him into her throat, and for her it honestly was the moment she lost her deep throat cherry. She wouldn’t had done it if not for Luna. Luna who watched as she took just a muzzle full, Luna who decided that she needed to really experience his cock, and Luna who pushed her head down flush with his crotch.
She did figure out that she loved taking him deep into her throat. That she loved the feeling of his cock rubbing against walls of her throat, to feel him split the entry of her throat open deeper so that she could take him all of the way to the hilt. And that was why her muzzle was deep in her Zebra sister wife’s rump, her tongue inside of her tailhole, and she was licking up every single drop of his essence like it was the last piece of buttercream frosting from her favorite cake.
She felt somepony pressing against the plot plug in her tailhole, and she felt them pulling on it a little only to let it go. Letting it stretch her tailhole a little before releasing it. She moaned into the orifice that she was cleaning, feeling the wonderful teasing that was happening. Then she felt the teasing stop as suddenly as it began. Even though the teasing stopped she didn’t. Her tongue moved inside of Majira. She could hear her moaning, feel the walls of her rectum contracting on her tongue, and she loved every second of it.
She felt a soft nuzzle against her sopping slit. Then she felt a tongue lightly tracing it. She moaned, feeling the wonders of release finally coming for her, only to feel the tongue leave her. She groaned in frustration, so desperate to let the floodgates open, to finally feel the orgasm that had been building for so long, that had brought to the very peak, and then ignored.
It was a twisted kind of pleasure she felt from this frustration. Finally she felt two familiar hands on her hips.
“Are you finished with her tailhole?”
She pulled back allowing the stallion she loved, her husband, her lover, and her master to look at the gaping tailhole of her sister wife. She felt his hard cock against her slit, it would be so easy to back up on it, to feel it spread her apart, to let it fill her so deeply. She wanted it so badly.
“You’ve done an acceptable job,” he said before taking her leash, leading her further into the bed, and then pulling her wrists behind her back.
She felt the velvet cuffs of the shackles Flagrante had brought for all of them. Her own shackles were designed to only be released by the one placing them on her. She moaned as she felt his cock teasing her.
“Broodmare, I’m going to rut you. I’m going to rut you hard, and if you orgasm before I give permission you will be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do master.”
He pushed her head to the mattress, and she felt his cock push into her. It was enough that she couldn’t help it. The peak she had been at for so long fell out from under her, and she squirted out on him. He started to pull out of her, “What did I say Broodmare?”
She whimpered, “Please master, please, don’t pull out. Please give this broodmare the gift of your essence. Please put a foal inside of this unworthy womb.”
She felt him push back into her, “Very well, thrust against me, but do not lift your head.”
Her hips moved against him, and she felt his cock fill her so completely. The Bumbler was nice, but his cock was wonderful. It was so warm, so perfect, and she wanted it so deep inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to feel his perfect cock in her right up to her womb. She wanted his foal batter to coat her insides. She wanted, no needed him to rut her until she couldn’t stand, she couldn’t walk, or even think. Her hips began to move faster back and forth, taking him deeper with each stroke until she had him hilted.
The feeling of the plug in her tailhole, him in her marehood sent a current of pleasure all through her. She didn’t stop, she didn’t slow, instead she thrust herself on him like her very life depended on it. She was fast, determined, and soon she felt his cock twitching, becoming harder, thicker, and she was ready for it. She thrust back once more and she felt his release inside of her.
She collapsed, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. She felt him lay down beside her, and a gentle kiss touched her cheek.
“You okay?”
She nodded, “Yes, I am… If I needed I knew the safe word.”
He hugged her closer, her large breasts pressing against him, “Is it everything you wanted?”
She smiled, “It’s everything I hoped it would be.”
A spin off mini-story of Bumbling through my Education
Chapter Two: Day Court Surprise
Celestia smiled as she looked at the nobles standing before her. Normally, her smile would be forced, it would be polite, and it would be simply an act that she would happily step out of the moment her Day Court was over. Today was far different. She was rutted to the point of barely being able to form sentences, she was treated like a broodmare, and then she was held and loved.
She, to coin the phrase started by a dearly departed friend, got to have her cake and eat it too. Yet that wasn’t the only reason for the smile. None, except those that happened to be close enough, could hear the faint buzzing that was going on between her legs. There was no doubt that if she hadn’t cast a spell covering her smell ponies would know what was going on, but so far that spell had been cast, and she was doing wonderfully.
The spell kept others from picking up the scent, but she could smell it. She could smell the Earthy vanilla scent mixed with arousal musk. She looked at her next visitor, and her eyes widened. So far this had been fun, and she had so desperately wanted to do this. After all, it would make Day Court so much more tolerable if she was able to get off while talking to the nobility, but this wasn’t the nobility. Standing before her was the chancellor from Germaneigh. The Earth Pony mare was known to be decisive, cunning, and at times cold as ice. Unlike many of their brethren the Germaneigh ponies had stayed closer to the old lands. Somehow it made them stronger, and it gave them a sense of tribalism that Celestia found absolutely revolting.
“Prinzessin Celestia, we have traveled to speak of our alliance.”
Celestia swallowed, hoping that whoever was controlling the toy currently inside of her snatch wouldn’t make it any worse.
“Chancellor Aryanne, it is a pleasure to see you again,” she said as she looked toward the guard who went to bring Aryanne a seat, “Please, have a seat. I’m afraid you caught me while I was holding an open court for my ponies to come and express their problems.”
“Ja, this is why I came now. Open court, able to see how you deal with your subjects. Especially the Vogel-Ponies.”
Celestia groaned at the name. She spoke Aryanne’s language, fluently, but she despised the names she had for the Pegasi and Unicorns. She noticed Aryanne had brought two officers, and a Pegasus porter. The poor Pegasus looked to be exhausted, her small frame barely able to hold the amount of luggage passed onto her. She watched as Aryanne looked at the Pegasus.
“Wenn Sie etwas fallenlassen, Etwas überhaupt…” she began before Celestia cleared her throat.
“Perhaps your porter would like to store your luggage in your rooms?”
“Ja,” she looked at one of her soldiers, “Begletie sie.”
Celestia looked at one of her guards, “Please, show them the guests rooms they will be staying.”
She didn’t care for Aryanne. Not as a pony, but after joining Bumble’s herd she did take a moment to look at the Chancellor. She was fit, her body molded to perfection, and she could see that her hips were certainly wide enough to support birthing foals. Her breasts were slightly larger than apples, but they were firm. She could see her bound, a gag in her mouth, her rump in the air, and Bumble buried in it.
Aryanne’s muffled cries as she was bred by what she considered a lesser pony. It was deliciously tempting, and certainly worth entertaining. If nothing else such a thing could certainly help change the Chancellor’s views of other tribes. Her magenta eyes met Aryanne’s crystal blue ones, and she saw the question in Aryanne’s expression. It was sight, but Celestia had several lifetimes of reading ponies.
Aryanne knew that Celestia had been undressing her, and there was no way that Celestia could pretend otherwise. On top of that, a button on the top of Aryanne’s Schutzstaffel General’s jacket was undone, revealing a flash of creamy throat. She returned the look toward Celestia. Being on the receiving end of a mental undressing, and rutting, was nothing new to Celestia. There had been thousands of ponies throughout the years that would come before her, mainly so that they could see a pony they considered a goddess in the flesh.
But the way Aryanne was looking at her, it wasn’t just a mental undressing and rutting. It was filled with bitter angst. Aryanne wasn’t a submissive Broodmare like she was in the bedchambers. She could tell that now. No, Aryanne was a dominant master. She lived for control, loved control, and relished every single moment she had it. It made imagining her bond, her crystal blue eyes wide in surprise, ecstasy, and lust even more appealing.
She could see it perfectly. Aryanne would come with her, be brought into the herd’s room, and there she would be stripped. She would be tied down, Cumulus would have Aryanne’s muzzle deep in her snatch, and it would be a wonderful lesson for the Chancellor. Aryanne’s moans of delight would both be the signal that the Chancellor was able to come to their line of thinking, and at the same time it would show her acceptance into her new role.
At that point they’d let her have the joy of Bumble’s magnificent cock. The thickness and length of it sliding into her marehood. A marehood that undoubtedly had only tasted the average length of those stallions able to provide her the power she so craved. Aryanne would look over her shoulder, her eyes wide at the fact that such a wonderful cock belonged to what she believed was a lesser pony. Her own body would betray her, demanding that she rut against him, that she take him fully into her slit, that she let him fill her womb, and that she birth foals for him. Yes, she would writhe in pleasure against Bumble’s cock until she could no longer stand it.
“Bumble Fick mich! Fülle meinen Leib! Füllen Sie meinen Schlitz!!!” she would cry out.
And he’d do it for her. He’d fill her so completely, dumping load after load of his wonderful essence into her now gaping slit. She’d collapse forward, her rump still presented, and then Bumble’s cock would touch her tailhole. She could just see Aryanne’s muzzle scrunch up as he pressed into her, her virgin tailhole giving way to the massive intruder.
She heard somepony speaking, and looked at the noble ahead of them. Aryanne obviously interested in both her metal rutting of Celestia, and how the Princess of the Sun would handle this would be problem. Looking at the stallion before her, she knew what the problem was before he even got to what he’d call the heart of the matter.
Gleaming Bit was the majority stockholder for the major pharmaceutical company that supplied the various potions and healthcare supplies to the ponies across Equestria, and to the colonies just outside of its borders. She knew that his great grandfather, Humble Bit, had started the fledgling company as a way of ensuring advancements in Equestrian medicine, and to ensure that everypony would be able to have access to the medical potions they’d need for day to day life without having to go to a certified potionist. Gleaming, and his mother, had took that company and whorsed it out the other nobility, making it less of a grand dream, and more of a nightmare for anypony unable to afford the prices.
And she knew that Gleaming Bit was once again demanding that Zebra potions not be allowed, even as alternative medicine, in healthcare establishments. He was demanding it because the Zebra potions typically cost less to make, tended to have less side effects, and more often than not did what was needed in a single dose instead of several doses over a period of weeks, months, and sometimes even years.
He’d actually been able to sneak a law through the council that made it illegal for anypony to take a gender re identification potion, of Zebra creation, here in Equestria. Instead they had to travel to Zebrica, come back, and face the humiliation of being examined by hand picked pharmaceutical agents. Agents that had been rumored to force these ponies to prove that the potion worked. That there was no side effects, and then to pay the fee for changing their gender on the Healthcare records.
It was something she hadn’t been made aware of until after the law had passed. Once that happened she had worked to change it, but the council, mostly in control by the various houses of nobles, refused to alter the law. It was for this reason she often treated Gleaming Bit with the disdain she believed he so richly deserved.
“Princess, as you can see, it is imperative that we bring these… so called potionists before the council and have them either obtain their degrees with the time honored method we’ve created, or we force them to stop all productions of these… alternative medications!”
She sighed, and then felt the magical buzzing of the toy locked in her snatch increase. She tried to keep from moaning, realizing that whoever was controlling it decided that now would be a perfect time to make things more interesting for her. She cleared her throat, and with the exception of looking a little flushed she glared at Gleaming.
“Gleaming Bit, I must decline your suggestion.”
“But Princess! If you’d see reason! Why, this could be the very thing that would ensure the loyalty of the nobility toward your causes!”
She breathed out, “No. Gleaming Bit I will not force the Zebras living here in Equestria to stand before you, or any other member of the council, and plead for their ability to help their fellow Equines.”
“Your Majesty, surely you…” he stopped as Aryanne stood.
“Your ruler has spoken, and yet you would question her. I see the compassion she has, but allow me to inform you of something. We had… nobility. Had being the important word, ja? We had them, but when they attempted to thwart our cause, when they stood against us, we destroyed them. Stallions like you were dragged into the street, crying like foals for their mothers, begging us to spare them, and instead we threw them to the wild,” she stepped closer to him, “I would very much like to see what would happen to a soft stallion like you. Hands so soft, so feminine, I would imagine one of the bandits in the hinterlands would make you his mare. Your Schwanzloch would be a bleeding, torn mess.”
“You…. You can’t speak to me like that! You’re nothing but a stupid mud pony!”
“Mud Pony… Ja, our former nobility called us that,” with that she struck him, causing him to drop like a sack of potatoes, “And that was our answer to them.”
He looked at Princess Celestia, “Arrest her!”
Celestia looked at him, the feeling from the vibrator, seeing him knocked down a peg, all of it simply brought a very bubbly mood upon her. She smiled, gently, at Gleaming.
“My little pony, she has Diplomatic Immunity. Unfortunately while we request that she follows our laws, we can not prosecute her if she breaks them. Especially if what she did was in line with how arguments are settled in her own country.”
“Ja, a good tap usually settles things, although, Ich haben dueling swords. We can use them, ja?”
“No! No, that is fine. Consider the matter dropped, I apologise for my rudeness.”
He stood, clutching his now bruised stomach, and walked away from the Chancellor.
“Our Führer is like you. She wishes to settle things without violence, but… filth like that only understand that which they can not control. Take my suggestion, send him, his mare, and their foals to the mines. Make them work as Earth Ponies.”
Celestia wanted to argue the fact that she believed all of her little ponies deserved the chances to redeem themselves. That she believed somewhere deep inside of Gleaming Bit was a good pony, a good stallion, but instead she felt the vibrator inside of her slit hit its crescendo. She opened her mouth, and before she could cast a spell a soft moan escaped her lips. Those further back couldn’t hear it, but Aryanne certainly did. She turned toward Celestia, her crystal blue eyes taking in the sight, and a small smirk formed on her lips.
“Perhaps it would be good if we sit through more of the court, ja?”
Celestia nodded, “Y...Yes, of course. Guards, send in the next pony.”
The time passed far too quickly for Aryanne. After seeing the Princess act as she did there was no doubt that she was indeed sexually relieving herself. Such a thing wasn’t terrible. She was known to use one of her toys while in her office. Attach it to her chair, remove her pants, and sit down upon it. She’d signed orders for an attack while a false cock was inside of her before. This led her wonder what the Princess thought of mares.
Oh, it wasn’t that Aryanne didn’t like stallions. She did, but stallions existed for the sole purpose of breeding. They held no offices, performed no specific duties, but instead were meant to plow fields and then fill them with their seed. They were caregivers to foals, lovers to mares, and laborers everywhere else. Seeing stallions serving as the guard struck her as odd, but then it could be possible that they existed as eye candy for the Princess.
This she could understand, perhaps she might entertain the idea of allowing a stallion, or two, to join their military for the purpose of being a nice distraction within offices. After all, it was well known that a stallion didn’t have the same level of intelligence, they were prone to flights of fancy, and most often they were foals themselves.
As the time for the Day Court ended she stood, with her remaining soldier, and followed the Princess toward a private meeting chamber. Once inside she noticed that there was the Princess of the Night there as well. There seemed to be a device in her hand that she turned off, and she took a seat near where Princess Celestia was going to sit.
“Chancellor Aryanne, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Luna said.
Aryanne smiled, “Vielen Dank, Princess Luna. It is a pleasure to meet you as well. Perhaps now we could discuss the future of our countries as Allies, ja?”
Luna listened to Aryanne, and as she did the notion that Aryanne was a tribalist, sexist, and somepony that needed to be rutted hard by either a Pegasus or Unicorn became perfectly clear. Something she had picked up from her herd, specifically from Pina and Flagrante, was that any mare became a sweetheart after a good dicking. She was no different. Bumble’s wonderful cock did put her into better moods. Being with him made her happy.
She could only imagine what having a smart, capable, and well endowed stallion as a lover would do for Aryanne. She pictured her, completely nude, her creamy white coat glistening with sweat, her crystal blue eyes rolled back into her head, Bumble deep inside of her rectum, herself deep inside of her slit, and the entire time the would beg them to not stop. To please make her their mare.
As she observed her mannerisms she could tell that Aryanne was a screamer. She was passionate, she gestured with her hands, she had a fire that came out when she spoke, and that would only make her more enjoyable. She could hear how well she articulated her words, how well pronounced they were, and she knew that her well versed lips and tongue would do wonders inside of a wanting snatch or on a waiting cock. She also could sense the slightly haughty attitude she had, and watching her clean Bumble’s cock after it had been up her, or Aryanne’s, tailhole would be so enjoyable.
She looked at Celestia, and she knew that her sister had considered this as well. It would be the first time they enjoyed a political marriage. The first time they would be able to present a new lover to their husband, but that was the catch. They weren’t sure if Bumble would like her. There was a lingering doubt that he would be upset. Luna couldn’t do that to her Beloved. He meant more to her than a perceived night of fun.
Would shoving a cock up inside of Aryanne’s waiting tailhole be fun? Absolutely, but it could also be the very thing that began a divide between her Beloved and herself. So, she slowly let go of the thought. If Bumble met her, and he wanted her, then they would do all they could to ensure it happened. And of course, she would gladly grow a cock through her own magic to rut this arrogant mare right into the dirt.
Slowly, the talks slowed, and the guards showed up to escort the Chancellor and her soldier to their quarters. Once they were gone Celestia looked at Luna. She could see the device that Luna had been using to control the vibrator currently held inside of her pussy.
“Lulu…”
Luna smiled as she turned the vibrator onto its maximum setting. Celestia fell forward, her hands pressed tightly against the desk, and she couldn’t stop the longing moan that escaped her muzzle.
“Sister, it sounds as if you are in need of a good breeding.”
She looked at her, “Lulu… Please… Take me to Bumble… I… I need to feel him inside of me, please.”
She heard a throat clear, and from an adjoining room out stepped the very stallion she mentioned. He walked toward her, and she felt his magic going to work on her royal dress. It fell to the floor. She felt the harness that held the vibrator slid off, Bumble’s magic unfastening it, letting it hit the ground, and the vibrator slid out of her. When it finally exited her exceptionally well lubricated slit there was an audible pop.
Bumble stepped behind her, his cock touching her thigh, going just below her slit, and then he pulled back.
“Please…” she begged, “Please rut me. Fill me, please, I want you to fill my womb.”
He sighed, “Put it on.”
She looked to Luna’s hand and saw her collar. Her eyes widened. If she put it on then she completely submitted to him. She swallowed, took the collar, and slid it onto her throat, fastening it once it was on, and she felt the tingle of Luna’s magic as the words, Broodmare for Bumble Hooves cross her rump. She then felt him dive into her. His cock sliding up until it knocked against her cervix.
“YES!” she cried as she took him, “RUT ME!”
She didn’t feel a soundproofing spell, she knew that the guards outside could hear her, that any pony showing up for Luna’s Night Court could hear her, and that it was even possible that Aryanne, her soldiers, and that poor Pegasus porter could hear her, but she didn’t care. Let them hear her getting the rutting of a lifetime. He leaned forward, his hands moving up to her breasts, covering them, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her nipples.
“You’ve been naughty today, haven’t you?” he asked as he thrust into her, his voice heavy with lust and need.
“Yes! Mmmm, I’ve been naughty, so naughty! Punish your Broodmare!”
He moved his hands down, grabbing her hips, and thrusting hard into her, letting his cock push hard against her cervix. She longed to feel his foal inside of her. To feel it growing inside, and then to feel him take her while it grew. When she got too fat with foal she longed for him to make her kneel like a needy slut. She wanted him to use her tailhole, to claim her, and she wanted it because of how good it felt to her.
She loved it, and she loved it because she wasn’t forced to do it. She loved it because it was her choice, and she loved it because with Bumble she was just a mare, his mare, and her responsibilities were left outside. She was free from her title, free from the responsibilities, and instead she was able to just Celestia.
She looked back at him, his eyes not filled with malice, but instead filled with love and longing. His hands were on her cutie marks, and while he was holding her tight, to the point of leaving marks, he wasn’t hurting her out of anger. He wasn’t passing her to drunken members of his council. He was loving her as a stallion should love his mare. She felt him thrust hard again, and she felt his seed flow into her.
Like Luna earlier she had cast a spell for fertility, but unlike her dear sister she used the fine control to ensure that it wouldn’t make everypony with foal. Well, almost not everypony. It was possible that Aryanne could have been affected as well, but unless they brought her into the herd, it would be nothing more than an early bout of her estrus, and nothing more.
Bumble pulled back, his cock still stiff, and she felt him pressing at her tailhole.
“Please, it’s yours, take it.”
He pressed into it, and she gasped at the feeling. She bit her lip as he pushed deep into her bowels. She’d made sure that she was perfectly clean, made sure that she hadn’t eaten anything all day, just so that she could be ready to be taken in her tailhole. She felt his cock twitch again, and she knew it wouldn’t be long. He was already sensitive before they began.
She felt him orgasm, and she slumped into the desk. Once again she felt him hug her from behind, he kissed her neck, and then nuzzled against her.
“Please tell me if I’m ever getting too rough.”
She smiled. He was so sweet, but the truth was that he could practically be as hard as he wanted to with her. Thanks to her immortality, and her ability to be reborn, she could practically handle anything. A small smile crossed her lips. She could be reborn. Oh, it would be after having their foal, but what a treat it would be for him. A chance to rut her while she was a teenager. To let her experience everything again, brand new, with a younger body.
She knew that Luna had thought of it, of giving Bumble the gift of getting to deflower their virgin marehoods, of talking them into eating each other out while he, and possibly Pina, rutted their tailholes. It was such a wonderful thought, and one that made her desperately crave the rebirth that would give her the ability to give him something so special.
“Bumble, Beloved, tell us, what would you say to having a long distance herd member?”
Celestia looked at Luna. Obviously this was something she was considering already as well.
“What… Do you mean that mare that was in here earlier?”
Luna smiled, “I know you saw her, she was fit, and beloved, she looks flexible.”
He shuffled his hoof, “Luna, I… I don’t know. She seems like somepony that doesn’t care for anypony but Earth Ponies.”
Luna walked toward him, “Please, Beloved, consider it. You could help her realize the benefits of being friends with all three tribes,” she kissed him, “Not to mention I’m quite certain you would be the first pony ever to claim her tailhole.”
She smiled as she saw him get a longing look in his eyes, his muzzle drawing up into a sly smile. Her husband was indeed a rump man. He enjoyed the feeling of rutting a tailhole, of feeling their rumps bounce against his crotch, of hearing a mare grunt and moan in ecstasy while his massive cock dove into them.
“Maybe… we could see what would happen,” he said.
“Sister, what say you to us inviting Aryanne to a small date, between Bumble, ourselves, and Aryanne herself?”
