Serving the Community
Princess Twilight Sparkle gently taps her wooden gavel against the imposing crystalline Table of Judgment. The sounds it makes are tiny, but it’s still enough to silence the whole atrium of the Friendship Castle. All the murmured voices hush.
All four of Equestria’s princesses preside behind the Table of Judgment, which was previously known as the Buffet Table. Mayor Mare stands solemnly and silently to the side, just under the Equestrian flag. Since they’ve found themselves in the Friendship castle for the duration of the first annual Pony Princess Pow-wow, Princess Twilight Sparkle leads the proceedings. “The accused shall now come forth to receive her judgment,” she says with a heavy finality that belies her role as the most junior of the four princesses.
With a soft gulp, Roseluck steps forward, under the careful watch of no less than six royal guards. She can’t stop her hooves from trembling. What she did is what she did, but it all comes down to this.
“After due deliberation between the four princesses of Equestria, with a vote of three to one, it has been determined that Roseluck Starflower is guilty and shall be punished with four hours of community service.”
Roseluck’s heart drops in her chest. Her legs almost fail and drop her on the cold crystal floor. What? How can that possibly be a fair punishment? It’s cruel and unusual! Ponies haven’t done that for hundreds of years, and it’s far beyond being commensurate with her crime! She can’t move; she’s choking on her own breath. How could they do this to her?
Princess Twilight continues, “The accused shall be held overnight in the—”
“You can’t do this!” Rose startles herself with her own outburst, but she can’t help it. “It’s not fair, you can’t—”
“SILENCE, FIEND!” Princess Celestia’s royal Canterlot voice booms out. Even though the room is huge, it’s not big enough to hold that voice. Roseluck cowers on the floor.
“Ahem,” Princess Twilight clears her throat. “The accused shall be held overnight in the dungeons of the Friendship Castle, and she shall be thoroughly prepared for her role in servicing the community. Would the Secretary of the Court please come forth?”
Princess Twilight’s little dragon, Spike, sprints forward on his tiny legs. He’s holding a paper and quill. “Yes?”
“See to it that flyers and public advertisements are printed: The mare Roseluck will be presented to the community in the Ponyville Town Square tomorrow, beginning at noon and ending at four. She will be required to serve any stallion or mare present in any way they may choose for the entire duration of her service. Condoms are not required. A prize of three hundred bits will be awarded to any stallion who succeeds in impregnating her.” She looks down at him, suddenly becoming just a pony, rather than an imposing princess. “Did you get all that, Spike?”
He jots down the last few things on his paper, then looks up at her and nods. “Got it!”
“Very well! Let it be so.”
The other three princesses echo her: “Let it be so.”
The Captain of the Royal Guard marches solemnly toward Roseluck. All he has to say to her is a curt “Follow me.”
And so, Rose follows him. What else is there to do? The other six royal guards still flank her tightly. There hasn’t been any point since she got caught that looked anything like an opportunity to escape. She's screwed.
No, scratch that – she’s scheduled to be screwed, repeatedly, tomorrow starting at noon.
What makes it even worse is that she’s being teased – she’s so close to her long-time crush, Shining Armor right now, following right behind his taut ass. She can see his huge, luscious balls jiggling between his hind legs as he walks. And yet, he’s completely off limits. So close, but she can never touch. She never stood a chance with him, and not only because her best effort had only been sending letters from 'an anonymous admirer'. She’d never had the guts to tell him directly, and when she’d heard about the royal wedding, she’d known her chances were finally nothing. Not that she’d ever had much of a chance – it took a princess to snag an eligible stud like him. What chance would a simple florist like Roseluck stand? Now he’s married, taken, completely off-limits. She has no chance. And after tomorrow… She’ll be used and abused, damaged goods. Her chances will be less than nothing. What stallion would risk his marriage to a princess in order to dally with a stretched-out whorse who’s been mounted by every stud in town? Not one with as many potential suitors as Shining Armor, that’s for certain.
Shaking her head and dragging her tail on the floor, Roseluck follows her sexy, untouchable captor down into the dungeons. And yet, as much as she might try and resign herself to ignoring him and being ignored by him … she can’t stop staring at his backside and wondering what might have been if she’d had the guts to sign her name on those love letters.
* * *
When Roseluck finally steps out into the light after her dark night and morning in the Friendship Dungeons, she blinks and stumbles, nearly falling on her face right there in front of the castle. Shining Armor and his guards hadn’t given her any time to take it slowly. They made no secret that they meant to get her to the Town Square precisely on time, and that’s what they were going to do.
But it’s not just the light that’s thrown Roseluck for a loop. She wasn’t expecting the crowd. All around her, dozens of ponies – mostly stallions – are clustered around the castle’s doorway, and they let out a deafening cheer when they first see her emerge.
What are they cheering for? Are they trying to support her somehow? Happy to see her punished? Simply excited to see their fucktoy almost ready?
Three of the guards enter into a wedge formation in front of her, with Shining Armor at their lead, and they clear a path for her through the crowd. The other three guards enclose her from behind and both sides, making sure she has absolutely no opportunity to slip away into the crowd.
Not that she would dare to try. That would only make her situation worse.
The crowd follows around them as they make their way to the Town Square, jeering and cheering and craning their necks to get a better view of Roseluck, without the guards in the way. And the crowd is growing. It seems like every house and shop they pass has at least one or two ponies who want to join in. The mood is giddy, like a festival … at least for everypony else.
Roseluck herself is trying not to think about the Town Square, and she’s still walking a little funny. Those guards were very thorough in cleaning her last night, to the point of being distinctly over-enthusiastic with their douching and scrubbing. She can still almost feel that cold water. Couldn’t they have at least splurged for warm water?
The Town Square looms ahead, and she’s not able to ignore the thought of it any longer.
There’s another crowd of ponies waiting there – an even bigger one. Just past them is a modest stage, decorated with streamers and balloons, and completely bare except for one wooden stockade in the middle of it. Just beyond there, Roseluck can make out the steps of Ponyville Town Hall, where all four princesses are ensconced on comfortable-looking chairs.
The six guards lead her up onto the stage, via a small set of stairs on the back, and herd her straight toward the stockade.
It’s a simple thing, two blocks of wood connected by a hinge on one side, with cut-outs for a pony’s neck and front hooves. From the side farthest from the hinges, a big iron lock dangles. The wood is polished and well-kept, but the thing looks like it’s a hundred years old. Where did they even find it?
Princess Celestia stands. “Has the prisoner been prepared according to Princess Cadance's instructions?” She's the one officiating now. Ponyville is still her territory – Princess Twilight's territory only extends to the grounds of her own castle. Rose is nearly certain that holding this under Princess Celestia's jurisdiction is intentional. She was the victim of the crime, after all, so she must be enjoying the opportunity to officiate the punishment herself.
“Yes, Your Highness!” Shining Armor gives a short bow toward her ... which happens to be in the exact opposite direction of Roseluck.
She allows herself a look at her old crush's undercarriage, given the unique opportunity. And, well, it can only help for what's coming next if she's a little turned on, after all. Normally, she'd know better than to tease herself with intimate glimpses of stallions she can't have ... but today...
Off toward the eastern edge of town, Ponyville’s iconic clock tower begins chiming. It's noon.
“Let the prisoner be bound, and let her community service begin!” As Princess Celestia sits down, the crowd cheers. Dozens of stallions are already lining up at the stairs to the stage ... and a few mares, too.
Shining Armor uses his magic to force Roseluck's neck and forehooves into the notches on the stocks. He holds her there as one of the other guards flips the top half of the block over her and latches it down. The lock clicks shut with a solid finality. Rose can only stand there, her front half near the floor of the stage and her rear pointed up toward the princesses. The sound of that lock drives home the fact that she is utterly stuck here for the next four hours ... and she can only hope that she'll be released then. She's totally helpless now.
Hooves clomp up onto the stage behind her. Who is it? She can't even see. She wishes now that she'd taken note of who was waiting in line, but now she can't remember for the life of her. It would have been nice to know who was fucking her, but it looks like she's not going to—
Wait. No, he's coming around in front of her. Blue hooves and a tallish body. When she looks up, she spots his safety pin cutie mark – it's Pokey Pierce. And his cutie mark isn't the only thing she spots. From down here on the floor, she has an excellent view of his cock. Long and thin, it swings beneath him as he walks, already beginning to bob upward from time to time. She gulps when he turns to face her, already knowing what he has in mind. She can only see the bottom of his head, and then only by straining her eyes upward. She can't see anything of his face.
And then it's totally blocked from view as he mounts his front hooves on top of the stockade. He gets down on his knees, which leaves one single thing dominating Rose's vision.
The bobbing blue tip of his cock.
Roseluck knows there's no point in resisting this. With a deep breath to steel herself for what's to come, she opens her mouth.
Pokey wastes no time in getting the tip of his cock acquainted with Rose's mouth. The warm, flattened tip surges between her lips and across her tongue, filling her whole mouth instantly. Despite the sudden roar of the crowd, she hears him grunt from somewhere up above, and she sees his balls swing back and forth a little as he reaches the end of his first thrust. They look so far away... She knows they're a lot closer than she's been accustomed to, but there's just so much cock between them and her.
Pokey pushes a bit more, and then there's less cock in between. He's to the back of her throat now, and he shows no signs of stopping. His legs shuffle forward a bit as he feeds Rose more of his cock.
Deep-throating hasn't been much of a pastime for Roseluck before, but she's done it once or twice, and she knows how, thanks to her high-quality sex-ed class back when her cutie mark was brand-new. She breathes through her nose, tries to relax, and begins swallowing.
The hot, stiff length of Pokey's cock slides in, tickling her and tempting her to gag, but she manages to keep it under control. At least the first one is on the less-girthy side... The medial ring blops over her lips as Pokey gives another firm push. She can feel him trembling. Goddess, he's so worked up ... probably won't take long...
More hoofsteps come from behind. No telling who this one is, but he takes the time to sniff around Rose's tail, which she's clamped down tight over her nethers. He sniffs and gently nibbles, rubbing his muzzle along and between the curves of her ass as his hooves dance back and forth on the stage behind her.
He's clearly antsy and rearing to go.
Oh, why not? It's not as if she can save herself by holding her tail down. It isn't going to help anything. All she can hope is that he – whoever he is – will be gentle with her, especially since he's the very first one of the day. But teasing him isn't going to make gentleness any more likely... Rose raises her tail in a firm, direct motion, flipping it over her back and letting him know she's ready for business. She spreads her hind legs a little wider, preparing herself.
As Pokey pushes all the way in and finally manages to bump his sheath against Roseluck's nose, though, she feels something she didn't expect at all. A soft, wet tongue slowly licks her pussy, from clit on upward, gently molding around her every curve and somehow soaking its warmth all the way through the core of her body. She shivers and moans around Pokey's cock, her view filled with his crotch and his smooth, blue balls. The tongue comes again, more delicately this time, teasing her and eliciting lightning sparks that make her coat stand on end.
This is almost worth having her throat shoved full of a near-stranger's cock...
But it doesn't last for long. Pokey begins thrusting in and out a little, never drawing out very far, and by his third thrust, the blissful tongue is gone. Instead, a weight settles on her rear. Here it comes...
The cock that bumps up against her pussy lips is big. No, huge. It touches her with a solid weight, a heft, that makes her eyes go wide. It's already spreading her butt cheeks apart a little more, just from being wedged in between them. Who is that back there? Whoever it is snorts a little and grabs tightly onto her hips. In contrast with Pokey's smooth thrusts, this new stud jolts in with a sudden, jerking pressure. It makes her thank her lucky stars that he'd seen fit to lick her and spread a little moisture around first.
Because when he pushes in, there's no stopping it. He's so strong! That huge tip spreads her pussy lips open and forces its way inside, filling her halfway in just the first jerk. And that heft had been no lie – this stud's cock isn't some thin thing flared wide at the tip. It only gets gradually thicker as more of it comes in. Her entrance stretches and quivers around his girth. Another firm, gentle push gets him even farther inside, making it impossible for Rose to breathe – not that it was easy with Pokey's cock in her throat, anyway.
But then Pokey grabs onto the base of her mane, beginning to jerk back and forth in a barely-controlled frenzy. His tip flares wide inside her throat, and that would have made it impossible to breathe, anyway.
Thankfully, it doesn't take long. Even before she begins to gag, the sticky warmth floods down her gullet, launching into her in short, intense bursts. He shoves his throbbing cock as deep as he can, and he groans somewhere above her head.
A few moments later, he's sliding his slick, flaccid length out of her mouth, the slick skin of it massaging her lips on the way out. It keeps dribbling, and she gets the day's first taste of stallion cum drizzled across her tongue as he pulls free. He reaches down with his hoof and holds it, dragging it across her face and wiping it clean on her cheek. As the big stud behind her finally bottoms out inside, she licks her tongue against Pokey's heavy, softening cock, giving him that extra little bit of pleasure. Why not?
The bigger cock filling her from behind begins sliding in and out nicely, dragging her tight-stretched pussy lips along with it as it ripples back and forth across them. Ugh, she's so full back there ... and getting soaked. She can feel her own warm juices dribbling down between her legs. She's never had a stallion that big before. It's just, it's just—
A mare comes up in front of her. It's Sea Swirl, a pony she's seen around Ponyville many times, a pony who would often stop by Rose's flower shop for a quick snack. Sea Swirl wastes no time being subtle – “Hi, Rose,” she says, sitting down with legs outspread right in front of Rose's face.
Roseluck can only give a strained “Mmmn!” in response as the stallion behind her slams into her with an especially savage thrust. She's never been with a mare before; she's never even considered it.
Sea Swirl's pussy stretches open a little, right in front of Rose's immobile face. Rose can't help but smell the delicate sour-sweet smell coming from it. It's just so right there. She's never looked so closely at a mare's private parts before, not even her own. But Sea Swirl doesn't give her long to admire the view. She impatiently presses herself forward toward the stocks, mashing her soft pussy lips against Roseluck's muzzle.
Rose has never touched another mare's pussy before. Somehow, even though she was familiar enough with the feel of her own, she didn't expect it to feel like this. It's so soft and supple, pliant against her sensitive nose. It smells like sex. Roseluck moans into it, unable to help herself when she feels the stallion squeeze her hips and push in extra deep. She's not a lesbian, she knows that. But who knows, maybe it would be interesting to find out what being a lesbian is like? Barely daring to do it, as if afraid that Sea Swirl will object, she opens her mouth and gives one tender lick across the mare's slit.
It's smooth and warm and wonderful. On the second lick, Sea Swirl's pussy winks open, the pink inner walls exposing themselves and pressing against Roseluck's tongue. There's a different taste inside, a lighter, sweeter one. Rose keeps her tongue inside Sea Swirl's pussy even when it finishes its series of winks and closes again, savoring the welcoming sensation of the other mare's entrance hugging her tongue. Yes ... she can see why some mares like to be lesbians.
~
Shining Armor sits stiffly at his Cadance's side, fulfilling his duty to the crown by watching the proceedings and fulfilling his duty to his wife by staying right where he is and not participating. Stiffly in more ways than one, unfortunately. He can still remember the old guard-barracks stories of when this used to happen in the old days, and how he used to dream of being a part of it. Of course, now he can't. He has responsibilities to his wife. That time has passed.
Cadance snuggles up next to him, wrapping a wing around his back. “Enjoying the show, Honey?”
“I, uh... Only in a purely, um, academic sense. It's an, um... interesting ceremony from Equestrian history.”
Slyly, ever so inconspicuously, Cadance reaches a hoof past the foreleg Shining Armor is hiding his erection with, and she runs it delicately along his hardened shaft. “Oh, I think you're enjoying much more than just a history lesson.”
“I... I...” Shining Armor stammers as he watches that cute mare down on the stage get railed by a huge red earth pony and eat out a little purple mare at the same time ... all while his wife strokes him in the gentle, teasing way she knows he loves so much.
She leans closer, running her hoof under his balls and lifting them up a little as she whispers into his ear, “You like that little mare down there, don't you?”
“What? No! I, uh... I only have eyes for you, Candyflanks.”
Squeezing his balls a little, Cadance darts closer and nips his ear. But then she licks that spot and strokes up and down his cock again. “You're not sweet-talking your way out of this one, Hubby. You wish you were down there rutting her.”
“I...” Shining Armor feels his face go hot. His legs tremble as Cadance teases his cock.
“That's okay. You can go down there and take a turn – after all, it's a special occasion, and it's tradition. There's just one thing.”
Shining Armor's breath catches in his throat, and his legs tremble. He's not sure how much more of this teasing he can take before making a scene – and a mess – right in front of all four of Equestria's princesses.
“You have to admit it. You have to tell me that you want her.”
“I... I can't say that! Not to you! It wouldn’t be right.”
Cadance tisks at him and slides a firm stroke down the front of his cock. “Oh well, then. That's too bad...”
“You...” Shining Armor gulps. “You really don't mind?”
Cadance giggles. “Just this once, mind you. I won't have you rutting every hussy who swishes her tail at you, and I expect you to ask permission each and every time ... just like how I asked for your permission before I rewarded Sunburst for saving the Flurry Heart and the Crystal Empire.”
He takes a deep breath, remembering that day. For some reason, seeing his wife suck that wannabe-wizard's cock had been incredibly erotic. Would Cadance be similarly turned on by watching him with that mare down there on the stage? “Yes, seeing that mare like that turns me on, and I want to go down there and take a turn with her.”
Shining Armor begins to get up out of his chair, but Cadance literally has him by the balls, and she's not letting him go just yet. “You didn't technically ask for my permission, Hubby.”
“May I go down to the stage and take a turn with that mare, Cadance?”
She smiles sweetly and releases his balls. “If you manage to knock her up, I'm taking half of the prize money. That seed you're giving her rightfully belongs to me, after all.”
~
Roseluck laps away at Sea Swirl's pussy now, losing herself in the aura of pure sex wafting all around her. And now, she's not the only one moaning in pleasure – despite her inexperience, she's managed to figure out what Sea Swirl likes best: long, vigorous licks all the way from the base of her tail, teasingly skirting her asshole, all the way to the tip of her clit. Rose can barely move her head enough to do it, and it strains her neck. But the gasps and coos that Sea Swirl gives her make it all worthwhile.
Behind her, the big stallion grunts, and he pushes into her one final time. His already-wide tip flares out ridiculously huge, straining Rose's insides as he mashes it against the entrance to her womb.
Roseluck stifles her moans in Sea Swirl's pussy as she feels herself being truly bred for the first time ever. The thick, heavy pulse stretches her pussy lips just a bit more as it passes through, and then down ... deep, deep inside. When it splashes straight into her womb, she can feel the fullness, the spreading warmth as just the first heavy spurt utterly fills her. Before now, she's always made sure her lovers wore condoms. But not today. Today she's finding out that letting a stallion truly fill her feels entirely different. It's so much more intimate and visceral. She can feel every vein and every throb. Another pulse comes, and she feels its warmth spread through her pussy from the inside out. It's so gooey and rich inside her...
Not content with Roseluck's distracted state, Sea Swirl grabs Rose's mane and uses it to grind Rose's tongue against her pussy lips. Rose makes an attempt at licking her again, but it's sloppy. She keeps getting distracted by the heavy load of stallion cream being pumped into her from behind.
Again and again that huge cock throbs. Thick runnels of cum begin streaming out between it and her pussy lips, beginning to run down her inner thighs. And still he keeps going, giving her a prodigious load. Do any of the other studs even stand a chance at claiming the prize? At this point, Rose is sure that if she does have any fertile eggs in her, they must be floating in a sea of that unknown stallion's cum right now. Oh Goddess, is she going to get pregnant from this? Is she ready?
With one last satisfied grunt and one last gush of cum, the stallion is finally finished. He gives Roseluck's ass an affectionate rub as he dismounts, as if congratulating her on a job well done.
At least now she can concentrate on pleasing Sea Swirl properly ... even if she does feel suddenly and achingly empty inside, despite that stallion's lingering cream filling. It's okay. She knows that another will be along soon. And then another. She has hours of this left to go – no need to worry about feeling empty.
Indeed, she can hear another stud coming up the steps behind her. But he stops at the top when somepony else calls up to him. “Hey, um, would it be okay if I skipped the line and had her next? I've just received royal permission, and I want to get up there before my wife changes her mind.”
Rose's eyes go wide, and she forgets about licking Sea Swirl. She knows that voice. It's Shining Armor, it has to be! Desperately, she tries to wrench her head around to look behind her, but of course she can't.
“Will you give me half your prize money if you get her pregnant?” the stallion on the steps asks him.
Shining Armor's shrug is almost audible. “Sure thing. I never really cared about the prize money, anyway.”
Hooves clomp back down the stairs, and the stallion tells Shining Armor, “Have at it, then. Maybe I'll get a chance at her mouth...”
The next set of hooves that comes up the stairs is heavier. Is it weird for her to think that she can recognize her old crush just by the cadence of his hoofsteps? Instead of coming up directly behind her, he approaches from her side. She flinches when she feels a hoof touch her back, but then relaxes as it traces down over the curve of her belly. He slides his hoof across her underbelly, seeming to revel in the long, smooth curve ... but he has a purpose, and she soon finds out what it is.
Shining Armor's hoof quickly finds her teats, and he rubs them gently, reverently. He uses the hard tip of his hoof to twiddle her nipples, and he uses the soft inner part of his hoof to massage and tenderly caress her pleasingly generous mounds.
Roseluck grins to herself in satisfaction and buries her tongue in Sea Swirl's pussy. Who would have guessed it? Her old flame is a teat-lover. Finally, her bigger-than-normal teats are good for something!
It doesn't last for long, though. The other stallion's voice comes again, “Hey, get on with it, already! The line's getting longer all the time!”
She shivers and lets her eyes roll up into the back of her head as she feels Shining Armor shuffling around behind her and getting into position. His hoof reaches in between her thighs, just for a moment, for a quick grope of her teats from behind, and then it's gone again. He raises himself up to mount her. Oh Goddess, yes! It's finally about to happen. She never thought it would, but here he is. Shining Armor is about to mount her!
The moment his tip prods her sopping entrance, she squeals out in joy. He feels so perfect!
Her pussy lips part easily and eagerly as he pushes into her. The previous stallion's cum acts as lube and helps him glide in gracefully. Rose's pussy welcomes him effortlessly. And not only does he fill the emptiness inside her body, it goes a long way toward filling the emptiness in her heart.
She knows this is only temporary, that he'll be gone as soon as he blows his load, that he doesn't particularly care about her and is only turned on by the situation. It doesn't matter. What matters is the warm pressure building inside her as Shining Armor's shaft slides perfectly into her waiting pussy. She never thought she'd even be able to see his cock! Well, technically, she still can't see it ... but this is so much better!
He bottoms out as his thighs kiss against her ass cheeks. Rose shudders, and her pussy quivers around his length. His slightly-curving cock fits so perfectly inside her. She's sure all over again that this cock was made for her. He's so perfect! When he starts moving inside her, he does a rolling motion with her hips that churns her greedy pussy around him, letting her feel every inch of his wonderful cock.
Sea Swirl grabs her mane again ... Rose hasn't been doing a good job there. She tries her best, renewing her efforts.
But it just isn't enough. She can't focus ... not with that perfect stud mounted on top of her, not with his perfect cock embedded inside her. Even as Sea Swirl abuses her muzzle, she can't tear her attention away from the building pressure deep inside her own pussy. Shining Armor adds an in-and-out thrusting to the rolling motion of his hips, slow and sensual so she can feel every moment of it. Her legs shiver as he feels his full, beautiful balls – the same ones she was staring at earlier – bumping against her inner thighs.
Every one of his thrusts elicits a throaty moan from Roseluck. Oh Goddess, he's so perfect! It's everything Rose ever dreamed of having, served up to her as 'punishment'. With each of his thrusts, each time he fills her, the pressure in her belly mounts even higher. She feels like she's going to burst – and she wants to so badly.
It's Sea Swirl who gets it first, though. Her rough grinding and pulling on Roseluck's mane has finally paid off, and she squeals her pleasure as her inner walls clamp down on Rose's outstretched tongue. Tangy juices pour into Rose's mouth as she hits her own high note.
Shining Armor's flare expanding inside Roseluck is what finally sets her off. As Sea Swirl's juices dribble down over her chin, the mushrooming tip of Shining Armor's cock rubs against just the right spot inside her, and all that pressure she's been holding back finds a release. It goes off like a bomb inside her, a bomb that sends showering sparks of radiant pleasure ricocheting around her whole body ... while a furnace of uncontrolled lust burns at its center. Her inner walls pulse and ripple around his wonderful shaft as she squeezes him and milks him for his delicious seed. Not a sound comes from her mouth. Even though she's normally vocal about it when she gets off, this time... This time, her pussy can speak for itself, squirting love-juice all over Shining Armor's crotch. It's like she's claiming him, showering him with her scent. She hopes that stuck-up Princess Cadance will smell it on him the next time she gives him a blowjob. But mostly she hopes that this feeling will never, never end.
Just as the convulsions of Rose's pussy begin to die down, just as she begins to soften and relax, Shining Armor groans, his cock spasming inside. Her orgasm comes back in full force as her super-sensitive, still-quivering pussy is flooded with the most precious substance in all the world: the cum of the stallion she adores.
They melt into each other as Shining Armor's warmth seeps into and through her, as her pussy squeezes onto his cock and holds it there, begging it for every precious drop it can give. For that one precious moment, the boundary between the two of them blurs. A little bit of him is flowing into her ... a little part of him for her to cherish.
His orgasm lasts longer and is even heavier than that of the stallion before him, whether from the extra stimulation of Rose's pussy gulping down every spurt or from some innate awesomeness contained in those lovely smooth balls of his, Rose will never know. But she revels in it as twinkling stars of erotic pleasure dance in her head, and she wants to think it's the special – perfect – connection between the two of them that's producing this miraculously prodigious load.
By the time he's finally finished, she's a shuddering mess, drooling from both ends. From behind, her pussy drools precious cum around Shining Armor's cock as it gradually softens inside her. From the front, she rests her head against Sea Swirl's leg, drooling onto the soft fur of her inner thigh.
She might normally be concerned about being in such a state – especially in front of a crowd – but to hell with appearances. She's finally satisfied, finally complete ... and she knows that she's going to have to start using potions or unicorn spells or something, because she can never go back to using condoms after this.
Almost in unison, Shining Armor and Sea Swirl pull away. She involuntarily gives a slight, keening whine as Shining Armor's cock leaves her, probably for the last time, but hoofsteps are already coming up the stairs behind her.
~
Rainbow Dash watches the stallion in front of her, Mister Cake, head up the stairs. No fair – the rules everypony had been given clearly say that they're supposed to wait for the previous pony to exit the stage before entering. How come nopony is calling him out on it?
Whatever. At least her turn is coming up soon. She's the very next in line, so as soon as Sea Swirl gets her post-orgasmic ass out of the way, Rainbow will have her chance at some of that sweet tongue action.
But, wait... She glances behind herself at her kinda-sorta-sometimes coltfriend, Thunderlane. From the look of his face, he's already figured it out: although they wanted to go up there and enjoy Roseluck together, just like Shining Armor and Sea Swirl have, the way it's turning out will have Rainbow up there together with Mister Cake, while Thunderlane sits down here in the line, just watching it happen. Not cool.
Thankfully, an idea occurs to her almost immediately. A sexy idea. She leans back toward Thunderlane and elbows him. “Hey, hot stuff, how about we go up there together?”
“You mean, like, both of us wait for Mister Cake to be done?”
Rainbow rolls her eyes. “Me, wait? Have you even met me?”
“Then...?” He tilts his head to the side, looking like a confused puppy. Rainbow grins back – it's moments like this that remind her why she keeps coming back to the big featherbrain.
Still grinning, she leans in close to his ear. From the big, dumb grin growing on his face as she whispers, it's abundantly clear that he likes what he's hearing.
~
The next stallion to come up behind Roseluck doesn't waste any time. Before Shining Armor is even on his way down the stairs, this new mystery stallion is already on top of her and shoving his slender cock inside. “Hi, Roseluck,” he says as the medial ring glides into her.
That voice... It sounds familiar, but she can't quite place it...
“I'm Mister Cake, by the way.” He shoves the rest of the way in with a single push. His tip buts up against her cervix, making her cringe ... and still, he's nowhere close to having his crotch up against her rump. Just how long is he?
Nice of him to tell her who he was, at least. She would like to be able to turn and look at him, but of course she can't. “Your, um...” She whimpers when he hits her limit again. “It's too long!”
Somewhere behind her, Sea Swirl and Shining Armor are going down the stairs. Flapping wings come up instead ... sounds like a couple of pegasus ponies. Why two?
“Oh, um, sorry.” Mister Cake pulls back a bit, giving her some much-needed comfort. “Don't worry about it, though. I'm only up here because the Missus never lets me do what I really want – but she said I could do it with you, instead.”
Before Roseluck can question what he means by that, Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane come up in front of her. Thunderlane's cock is thick and stocky ... she gulps, not enjoying the thought of it being shoved into her throat as Mister Cake does ... 'what he really wants' behind her. But why did he bring Rainbow Dash with him? There's not enough room down against the floor of the stage for her to service them both.
Rainbow Dash mounts the stockade as if she were a stallion wanting a blowjob ... but she obviously has no cock, just a trim and tiny set of teats. Roseluck looks up at her in confusion.
But then, Thunderlane mounts up on top of Rainbow, his cock sliding between her back legs and jutting out as if it's Rainbow's own.
Rainbow reaches down and pats Rose on the forehead. “Hey, this guy is pretty thick, so lube him up for me first, okay?”
Without waiting for confirmation, Thunderlane pushes forward, squeezing Rainbow between him and the stockade and pressing the fat tip of his cock against Rose's lips.
Resigned to it now, Roseluck opens her mouth wide.
Mister Cake pulls completely out from behind her. “Okay, nice and slippery now, and we won't have to worry about bottoming out this way. Let's do it!”
As Thunderlane shoves himself into her mouth, she feels the slim tip of Mister Cake's cock against her tail hole. Her eyes go wide, and she gives a panicked gasp around Thunderlane's cock. She's never done anything like this before! Well, not since sex-ed class, anyway, and that time, it had only been a small toy, since there were more fillies than colts in the class.
Thunderlane squeezes himself into her mouth, just as Mister Cake begins to apply a bit more pressure. Slender as it is, Mister Cake's cock doesn't go in. He grunts. “Dear Celestia, you're tight. Just relax, honey, and it's going to be fine.”
But Roseluck can't relax. How can she possibly relax with her lips stretched tight around a near-stranger's cock, while another stallion she barely knows tries to shove his own cock into her thoroughly cleaned ass?
Mister Cake presses harder. Rose can feel his slippery tip begin to move slightly against her asshole. She quivers in place ... what else can she do? There's no possible way she can stop this. She takes deep breaths – through her nose since Thunderlane is thrusting in and out of her mouth – and truly tries her best to let her sphincter relax. But she's just so tense and—
Pop! Mister Cake's tip shoots into Roseluck's rear, a few inches of him flowing suddenly inside her. The pressure of it! It's nowhere near as nice as having a stallion inside her pussy, but she feels so full with him there.
Mister Cake pats the side of her belly. “There you go, see? Not so bad, is it?” He pushes again, easily gaining a few more inches and making her gasp at the sensation. “Now just relax and let it go.”
Roseluck can't relax, though, she still can't. The feeling of being stuffed full there is just so strange to her.
“Hey, featherhead,” Rainbow says somewhere above Rose. “Are you gonna give me a turn, or is Roseluck so good at sucking dick that you forgot about me?”
“Oh, yeah... Um, sorry.” Thunderlane pulls out of Rose's mouth, finally letting her gasp in the deep breaths she's been needing so badly ever since her tail hole was squeezed open. His cock glistens with Roseluck's spit as he lifts it up and pulls Rainbow Dash back toward him. Rose has a front-row seat to watch the slickened head of Thunderlane's cock effortlessly slip into Rainbow's tight pussy. The little pegasus mare's pussy lips spread wide around his thick girth, and her underbelly around her teats even bulges out slightly as he moves inside her.
Rose stares, mouth gaping, at the way Rainbow's teats swell outward a little every time Thunderlane shoves his thick cock into her. It almost makes her wonder if any of the stallions she'll have today will make her own more voluptuous teats do the same... She wishes she could somehow see what's going on behind her. She can feel it just fine, though. Mister Cake is steadily gaining ground against her ass, more and more of his cock filling her with unaccustomed warmth. His medial ring hits the ring of her pucker, stretching her painfully for a moment as it slips through. Oh Goddess, is that only his medial ring? Can he really only be halfway inside? How long is he?
Rainbow twists her neck from above, looking down below, meeting Rose's eyes for a moment. “Hey! You're supposed to be licking his balls,” she says. “I want him to cum like he's been pent up for months, so you'd better get started!”
Dutifully, Roseluck tilts her head upward as much as she can and sticks out her tongue. Thunderlane pushes forward a little, and his fat, heavy balls plop right onto her outstretched tongue. She gently and slowly laps at them, contouring their curves and sliding up and down the crevice between them. Thunderlane's musk fills her nostrils, and Rainbow's wetness – mixed with a little of Rose's own spit – drips down onto Roseluck's muzzle.
Mister Cake's pace is slowing – he has to gently rock back and forth now, smearing the remaining wetness over the base of his cock where Rose's pussy wasn't able to reach and lube him up. She feels like her whole body is just a sleeve wrapped around that cock as it slides back and forth, the protruding veins tickling her asshole as they glide over the tight ring.
But he's making steady progress, and soon enough, Rose feels the impossible victory of Mister Cake's lean thighs slapping up against her ass cheeks. He's so deep inside ... she doesn't even know how it's possible. She can only stay there, transfixed by the stiff, meaty rod inside her, even less able to move than the stockades would allow.
Mister Cake groans. His tip is already flaring wide ... much, much wider than his shaft. If rose felt full before, now she feels stretched. He rubs her belly with his hoof, reaching down and fondling her teats. “Yes! Aah! I don't get this nearly often enough, but it's so good to get all the way inside a mare!”
Her insides ache from being stretched so far. Rose concentrates on pleasuring Thunderlane's balls, trying to keep her mind occupied elsewhere. She tries to take one of them into her mouth completely, but it's just a little too big ... but she kisses and slurps it all the same, letting the warmth of her mouth soak through the smooth, tightly stretched skin into the firm, heavy orbs inside.
After just a couple more thrusts, Mister Cake reaches his limit and unloads deep inside Rose's ass. It's not that prodigious of an orgasm, but the way his warmth spreads through her insides, making every bit of her body feel wet and sticky, makes it feel much bigger than it really is. She can feel him quivering and shaking as he pushes as deeply into her as he can, his gentle, warm spurts flowing into her.
Thunderlane's balls begin to take on a very different flavor as Rainbow's juices trickle down over them, but despite the distraction of Mister Cake's orgasm, Roseluck doesn't slack off in the slightest. She can hear Thunderlane grunting as Rainbow bounces on his cock, and she knows part of that pleasure he's expressing is her own doing. It feels good.
Mister Cake pulls out unceremoniously, leaving her gaping and leaving a trickle of warm cum dripping from her ass.
The next stallion to come up doesn't go straight to her rear, but instead comes around and looks at her face underneath Rainbow's belly. It's Snips, that little fat colt who's always getting into trouble. She groans a bit – with her tongue still up against Thunderlane's balls – at the thought of that little twerp spilling his cum inside her.
“Hi, uh ... Roseluck, right? I'm Snips.”
Rose just stares at him as Thunderlane's balls jiggle back and forth against her sloppy muzzle. She knows who he is.
“And I, er... I guess I just want you to know that you're my first, okay?”
Her mouth full, Roseluck hums back, “Mm-hm.” The vibrations from her humming make Thunderlane moan; his balls tighten a little. She can almost feel the cum churning inside, waiting to be shot up into Rainbow Dash. So he likes the feeling of her humming? Pleased with herself, Roseluck starts humming softly again, not with any meaning behind it, just so that he can enjoy it.
Snips comes around behind her and rears up ... but his front hooves can barely reach high enough to touch her ass. She nearly laughs at the absurdity – that fat little colt staring up at her sloppy pussy, his cock bouncing underneath him, hopelessly unable to reach high enough. He gives a frustrated groan, settling for messily groping her vulva with his hoof. “Uh, can somepony maybe bring a stool or something?”
Roseluck does snicker at his request, but only for a moment. She mostly concentrates on humming Thunderlane's balls – he's getting really tense down there, and it probably won't be long...
The sound of magic teleportation flashes behind her, and a wooden chair clatters to the stage back there. Seems like some unicorn – or maybe alicorn – out there has taken pity on Snips ... or maybe just wants to watch the hopelessly unattractive little colt have his way with her.
As Snips is busy pushing the chair up behind her and getting into position, Thunderlane finally hits his peak. His balls clench and pulse against Roseluck's lips as he holds Rainbow Dash tight, his flare bulging her belly out. His throbs are long and slow; Rose can just imagine the thick gushes of cum forcing their way up into Rainbow's pussy right now.
Before Thunderlane is even done, Rainbow pulls off of him. Heavy gobs of cum spray up onto Rainbow's belly and teats, then rain down, splattering on Roseluck's face like fat, warm raindrops from a tropical thunderstorm. A long tendril of cum leaks out of Rainbow's tiny slit, dripping down across Thunderlane's still-throbbing cock.
The moment he's done, Rainbow shoves him off of her and sits down in front of Roseluck's face. “Eat it!” she says. “Make me cum just as hard as he did!”
As Roseluck starts licking the salty, musty taste of Thunderlane's cum from Rainbow Dash's winking pussy, Thunderlane takes a seat on top of the stockade, facing Rainbow. He reaches down and wiggles his glistening, half-mast cock in Rainbow's face, and without any hesitation, Rainbow slurps it up, easily taking the softening length of it into her throat and pressing her lips against his sheath. The globs of cum stuck to it disappear inside her mouth. She moans around his cock as Rose finds her clit and begins suckling at it as if it's a lollipop.
Hooves on top of her rump let Rose know that Snips has finally managed to get himself into position. His little prick prods at her, bumping against her ass cheeks and rubbing over her pussy lips, not quite lining up. He makes little noises of frustration as he jerks toward her again and again.
Roseluck lets her tongue slip inside Rainbow's pussy, and she laps up Thunderlane's cum straight from the source. She does her best to ignore the very public humiliation of having Snips, of all ponies, behind her.
Finally, Snips finds just the right spot. His puny tip slides easily into Rose's sloppy pussy. He gives a little whinny of triumph and unceremoniously shoves all of his length inside. “Oh yeah!” He chuckles. “Cherry, popped. Take that, Snails! I officially win the bet: I lost my virginity first!”
Rose shudders around his tiny cock. It's so degrading, being used like this. She's nothing to him, and she knows it. Even to this pathetic little colt, she's nothing ... just a wet hole to fuck and nothing more.
So why the heck is that turning her on?
It doesn't take long. Barely three or four thrusts in, Snips pushes himself in as deep as he can go – not very deep – and trembles in place. His tip flares out to nearly the width of a normal stallion's shaft. “Get ready,” he says, “I'm gonna cum!”
What, exactly, does he think she needs to do in order to get ready for his little load?
A moment later, it comes; he cums. A few meager squirts fling from his tip and drizzle into the middle of her pussy. As unlikely as it is, Rose hopes that his cum won't be what ends up making her pregnant. It doesn't bear thinking about, raising a foal that's a copy of this little twit.
When Snips pulls out, he wipes his messy cock against her ass cheeks, smearing sticky goo across her carefully-toned curves as if he's marking her, claiming her. Rose rolls her eyes as she continues eating out Rainbow Dash's cream pie. Most of that cum he's smearing is from the stallions who came before him.
As Snips dismounts, a voice comes from behind her. “Hi, Roseluck. Are you ready to feel Spike the Dragon's mighty lance?” He hops onto the same chair Snips was using.
They're letting dragons participate? She wasn't expecting that! Before she can even come to terms with it, figure out if she's okay with it, though, Spike's pointed tip slips easily into her pussy. He's tiny, even smaller than Snips ... but he's so warm. His little claws wander all over the curves of her ass as he merrily slides his little dragon prick in and out.
Okay, whatever. It's not like it's going to matter, right? And it's not like a dragon can get a pony mare pregnant ... right? Roseluck pauses her efforts on Rainbow's pussy for a moment. Wait, what if it is possible? Could she end up raising some kind of half-dragon bastard child? The thought is horrifying. She'll have to go ask somepony knowledgeable as soon as she can after her four hours are up, just to make sure there's no chance that—
“Hey, no breaks. I'm almost there!” Rainbow grabs her mane and shoves her back down, back to work ... and Roseluck does what she needs to.
She whimpers into Rainbow's pussy as she feels one of Spike's little claws tracing around the ring of her anus while he fucks her pussy. Oh goodness, he can't possibly be going to...
He does. After a momentary swipe up and down along her pussy lips to get it nice and slippery, Spike sticks his little finger right up her tail hole, humping away into her pussy the whole time.
Rainbow Dash releases Thunderlane's cock, letting it flop down over Roseluck's head. Rainbow's tugging on her mane is getting more and more insistent, and Rainbow lets loose a series of high-pitched moans. Her pussy winks spasmodically against Rose's muzzle.
Rose eagerly slurps up the mix of marecum and stallion cum that spurts out from Rainbow's orgasming pussy, prolonging the lithe mare's orgasm to coax just a bit more of that cream-laced honey from her. Rose's mouth fills up with the pure essence of sex.
By the time Rainbow is finished and pulls away, Spike lets loose as well. He grabs on tightly to her ass cheek with one claw, while the other one plunges a finger even deeper inside her ass. His pointy little cock jerks up and down, and a steamy load of dragon cum surges into her.
Rose isn't sure if it's just because his cum is so hot or if the little guy is just way more prolific than he looks, but his cum seems to fill her completely, filling her with a pulsing warmth that's actually really, really nice. She would never have considered doing it with a dragon before, not on purpose. But now that she knows what it's like to have one spray his steaming-hot liquid silk inside her, she knows it's something she's going to have to try again. It's like dipping herself into a bubbling hot tub, but from the inside out.
In just a few moments, Spike, Rainbow, and Thunderlane all leave her. She's left alone on the stage for the first time since she started. Not that she minds. She can still taste Thunderlane and Rainbow's love-juices on her tongue, and she can still feel Spike's cum slowly cooling inside her. And besides, she knows she won't be alone for long.
The next pony in front of her is an old friend of hers – and old friend of everypony in Ponyville – Pinkie Pie. She bounces her way right up to Rose's face, then plops herself down, spreading her plump pussy against Roseluck's muzzle. No subtlety here... Not that Rose would expect any from the town whorse. Is there a single pony in Ponyville who hasn't been invited into that pussy? Well, maybe Snips and Snails.
Pinkie laughs at the face Rose is making. “Hey, punishment pony, pleasure my pretty pink party pony pussy, pronto!” She laughs again at her own words.
Rose looks up at Pinkie's face, past the impressive round bumps of her teats. Pinkie smiles back down at her as she gets started.
Behind her, another mystery stallion approaches and shoves the chair out of the way. Since he doesn't say anything, she has no idea who he is. But whoever he is, he isn't shy. He hops right up onto her back and shoves his already-hard cock straight into her pussy. She yelps into Pinkie's crotch as he takes her quickly and easily, his cock sinking into her slippery-sloppy depths.
But he doesn't stay there long. After just a few thrusts, as soon as his cock is all slippery with her juices and half a dozen different flavors of cum, he pulls it out and pushes it against her asshole instead. He's bigger than Mister Cake was, and way bigger than Spike's finger, but with the help of all that slippery goop, he pushes through her pucker easily, stretching her out and making her squeal.
Pinkie Pie just giggles at the noises she's making and twerks her pussy against Roseluck's face. Since Pinkie seems to enjoy vigorous, sloppy stimulation, Rose does her best to help, slathering her tongue all over and inside Pinkie's puffy vulva.
The stallion behind her pulls out again, then shoves himself back in – into her pussy this time. Roseluck whimpers and hopes the guards last night were thorough enough in their cleaning ... because it looks like she's going to get all kinds of mixed up inside.
And indeed the thoughtless stallion, whoever he is, keeps carelessly switching back and forth between her pussy and her ass. He seems determined to enjoy both equally. Over and over again, he pulls out of one only to jam himself right back into the other ... although one time, he pulls out of her ass, only to push himself right back into her tail hole. Maybe he decided he likes that better? Or maybe he just because he wanted to keep her on edge, never quite knowing what's coming next.
Pinkie Pie doesn't last long. Her plump teats heave up and down with each of her breaths as she gets closer and closer – her clit juts out proudly with every wink, pushing in and out between Roseluck's lips as if it's fucking her mouth. And with one last jittering cry, Pinkie grabs onto Rose's mane and cums hard. Marecum streams out and sprays against Roseluck's muzzle, splattering all over her face and Pinkie's crotch.
And maybe the stallion behind her enjoyed seeing that, because a moment later, he's flaring up, about to cum. He pulls out of her ass one last time and lines his flared tip up with her pussy. “I'd better finish in here,” he says. “Wouldn't want to lose my shot at the prize money.”
As soon as she hears his voice, Rose instantly knows who he is. He's Rose Garden, her own father! What's he doing here? How could he possibly see fit to participate in—
All thought ceases for a moment as Rose feels her father's cock pulse inside her, as his incestuous seed flows into her, mingling into the sticky soup already filling her womb. He cums and cums, pressing tightly against her upthrust ass, his balls resting against the curves of her inner thighs as they clench and unload.
How could he do this? Shouldn't he be disgusted by the very idea? What if he does get her pregnant – is the foal going to have all kinds of weird defects? Just, just... How could he? Rose shudders as she feels her father's cum soak into her. What would her mom think? Does she know about this?
He's gone in a moment, though, replaced by two more stallions. The one who takes her mouth is a stocky white stallion with a football for a cutie mark. She's sure she's seen him around town before, but she doesn't quite recognize him. Having become accustomed to her place, though, she opens her mouth wide, holding her tongue out for him like a landing strip.
Yet another stallion comes up behind her, mounts her, and goes to town on her pussy. She almost doesn't even register that she's being fucked by yet another one. It's all starting to be the same. She's nothing but a convenient warm, wet hole for them all to empty themselves into. Cum dumpster, the term comes to mind. She shivers, and her fur stands on end. In revulsion or in ecstasy? She's not sure ... what's the difference between those two, again?
The football-flanked stallion gladly accepts her tongue's invitation and shoves his embarrassingly below-average sized cock into her mouth. She sucks him willingly, sliding her tongue back and forth over the veined curves of his cock as she lets him push his shaft deeper and deeper inside. She's not even surprised that he goes directly for a deep-throat face fucking. Of course he does.
The unknown stallion behind her pulls out of her pussy and lines himself up with her tail hole. This doesn't surprise her either ... but for some reason, it makes her tail lift up even higher, gleefully inviting his perversion. She grunts a little as he enters her ass. Even though he's just as big as the one before, it's a lot easier this time ... she's getting used to it. Maybe ... just maybe, she's even starting to like it.
With a grunt of his own, the white stallion fucking her mouth reaches his peak. His tip barely flares out at all, but he squirts a generous amount of cum down into Roseluck's throat, which she swallows willingly. It feels like her whole body is filled with nothing but cum on the inside by now ... and she kind of likes it. It makes her feel full and sexy, makes her feel desired and – paradoxically – in-control.
Instead of a new stallion coming up to take her mouth, the stallion behind her pulls out of her ass and comes around. Now that she can see him, she knows it's Savoir Fare, the well-to-do waiter in the cafe across the street from her flower shop. He grins down at her, his thin mustache curling, as he offers her his filthy cock.
She takes it willingly – eagerly – letting him fill her mouth with it. It tastes terrible, of course. It literally tastes like ass. But at this point, Rose doesn't even care. It's almost better that it's so filthy. She wants to become dirty, useless except as a casual receptacle for their lust. She wants to fade into orgasmic nothing, soaking up their cum, their filth, like the dirty sponge she is. He shoves his dirty cock deep into her throat, and she moans around it in a strange, new-found bliss.
Another stud comes up behind her. She doesn't even bother trying to figure out who he is – she only cares that his cock feels huge when he presses it against her pussy. If he had been the first, she would have been scared to death that he might break her, rip her right open. Now, though... Now she just winks her dripping pussy against the huge, flat tip of his cock and silently coaxes him inside. She wants to be filled!
And filled she is. When this big stud slides himself into her, she can almost feel her belly expanding on all sides just to make room for his massive cock inside. Even though his chest on top of her ass and his legs against her sides both feel normal-sized, that cock of his is gigantic. Only now does she start wondering who he is ... not because she cares who's fucking her, but so she might be able to find him again, after this is all over...
Both stallions begin to find their rhythm, working off of one another. Together, they push into her, stuffing her full from both ends. Together, they pull back out, leaving her feeling empty and desperate for the next push ... which, of course, is just a moment away.
There's a kind of sweet oblivion in this, Rose finds. In a way she's never even heard of before, she's finding that she can let go. She can let go of any notions about propriety, she can let go of any worries about the disease or pregnancy, she can let go of anything at all that comes between her and the pure sexual energy of letting herself truly enjoy all these cocks she's being given.
She gags a little around Savoir's cock as it rubs back and forth over her sensitive inner throat ... and it's not a bad thing, not a bad thing at all. It's just like how her pussy is pulsing around the big cock rutting her from behind – she's only a vessel, and if her body can please these studs better by convulsing around their cocks on both sides, all the better. She hopes Savoir enjoys the spasms of her throat. He sure seems to, from the way his tip is beginning to flare.
The big stud behind her is starting to flare up, too. With him, though, the extra swelling stretches her incredibly tight. Perfect. She wants to be as tight as she can for him. She wants to bring him to orgasm and have him fill her with new foals. She wants her belly to swell with his cum, ballooning out cartoonishly.
Every thrust into her mouth takes with it a thick strand of her own desperate drool. Every thrust into her pussy sends a soupy mix of cum and her own juices squirting out behind her as she's filled completely, forcing it out. Both of them are fully flared now. Oh Goddess, it's coming!
They both finish at once, and the wave of cum hits her hard from both sides. Both of them have shoved their cocks as deep as they can inside her, one pressing against the entrance to her already-full womb and the other pressing down her throat toward her already-full belly. As both cocks release liquid surges of uttermost lust, Rose meets her own barrier and crashes through it instantly. Her already-tight pussy squeezes down on the big stallion, holding him in place, pulling him deeper, as her body desperately milks that huge cock for every drop of cum it can give. She lets loose a scream of pleasure, muffled by Savoir's cock, not caring who in the crowd might hear her slutty joy. She doesn't care about any of it – she's nothing but one big orgasm now, her whole body glowing from the inside out. Every gush of cum is a new, sparkling wave of pleasure that rolls over her, flooding her from forelock to fetlock, a rising tide of ecstasy that swallows her whole.
Eventually, all three orgasms fade into a few last spasms and jitters. Rose moans again around the dirty cock in her mouth, begging him not to pull it out ... but of course he does. She lays her tongue against the stage's floor, letting the leftover cum drain out over it into a puddle under her face. When the big stud pulls out from behind her, a deluge of white falls free and splatters all over behind her. It flows down her legs in thick streams and mats her fur down to her legs ... its warmth even flows down her belly, over her teats and past her belly button...
The moment of being nothing but an orgasm has ended, and now she's wondering what she's become. How could she be enjoying treatment like this? It isn't right. She should be ... should be...
She hears hoofsteps coming up the stairs behind her, and her tail instantly rises up, welcoming the next visitor, whoever he may be.
Roseluck takes a deep breath. Fuck it. If she's going to be whored out to the whole town, she might as well enjoy it. Her body has obviously already come to that conclusion; it's time to let her mind follow suit. She opens her mouth, hoping another stallion or mare will take pleasure from it.
* * *
Roseluck slowly fades back into consciousness. The crowd is gone, and so are the princesses. She's still on the stage, but everything's quiet now. She's lying on her side, next to the unlocked stockade. A thick, sour-smelling puddle of cum and other bodily fluids seeps into her coat from below. She burps, and a bubble of cum pops underneath her nose.
She's so very sore. Her throat is sore, her pussy is sore, her ass is very sore... Her whole body aches as if somepony tried to split her open from the inside, but quit halfway through. And that's not even starting on the bloating. She feels like an over-inflated balloon ... maybe an overfilled water balloon, because she feels heavy like a full milk jug. As she attempts to move, she can swear that she feels her insides sloshing around.
Trying to get up onto her hooves is futile – she learns that after just a little struggling. She needs more rest before attempting something so arduous as standing up under her own power. She can at least lift her head and look over at the clock tower, though.
A thick strand of white drool drips from the corner of her mouth as she stares. Six thirty-five. She’s been lying here for more than a couple hours. So many stallions... She'd lost count at eighty-nine. And had anypony taken liberties with her body after the allotted four hours was up? She had no way of knowing ... and no reason to care.
* * *
Rose takes a deep breath and then holds her nose as she downs another bitter potion.
Thankfully, the day after her punishment, her friends Lily and Daisy took her to see Zecora. And now, thanks to that visit, she has five bottles of different colors and shapes arrayed in front of her.
The one she just took is for the chlamydia. If she takes it twice a day for six weeks, that's supposed to cure it outright. The blue one next to it has a salve she's supposed to rub onto her vulva and anus daily, and then supposedly her herpes will wash right off – a couple weeks of that, and it's supposed to be cleared up permanently. The big saffron-colored bottle next in line is full of little suppository bundles of leaves and soothing herbs she's supposed to shove up her butt after every time she takes a dump; it's kind of weird taking them, but they really help soothe the pain from her torn rectum. The fourth bottle has an antibacterial mouthwash that she's supposed to gargle whenever the infection in her throat flares up. And that last one, the little pink one...
That last one is for her morning sickness. She takes a little bit of the white powder inside each night, and it helps her feel a lot better each morning.
She looks down at her belly. It isn't yet far enough along for her belly to grow any bigger. In fact, she thinks she might actually be a little slimmer now than when she first came home from her punishment, since she's no longer stuffed to the brim with cum. But still, she reaches a hoof back and rubs her lower belly, wondering about the twins growing somewhere deep inside.
Zecora's pregnancy test potion had turned green after she poured a carefully-measured amount of Roseluck's pee into it, which the master of herb lore had informed her undoubtedly meant she was pregnant with twins. Zecora had offered a potion to take care of that, too, but after a bit of soul-searching about it, Rose had decided that she wanted to keep them.
Quickly, she finishes taking her medicine for this morning, and she heads for the door. Today is her appointment with Needlesworth, the visiting doctor from Canterlot that Princess Luna arranged for her. Needlesworth is one of Equestria's most experienced practitioners of medical diagnosis spells, Rose has been told, and today, he's supposed to use a spell on her that will tell her who the father of her new twins is.
Or fathers. In a way, she hopes that the two foals inside her each have different daddies. Not that she's owed any child support or help raising them – that's clear under the terms of her punishment. She'd just enjoy seeing the princesses deal with the mess of trying to split the prize money between two different stallions. And that's not even to think about the beautiful possibility that one of them might be Shining Armor's progeny. She can't think of any better future than raising a little Shining Armor of her own. A little baby version of him would be unbearably cute!
Still, when it's all said and done, Roseluck knows that it's not worth it... She should never have stolen Celestia's slice of cake. Even with the beautiful rosettes of frosting on it, the whole ordeal just hasn't been worth it.
Then again, she notices her tail beginning to flag high at the memory of just what she went through. It will be a long time before she feels like doing anything like that again ... but maybe, maybe... Well, maybe someday far in the future, Rose will steal another slice of cake and bring her twins a new brother or sister.