"A bit more to the right..."
Twilight turned, a hand around her chest while raising a leg and throwing the camera a side-eye. Something flashed and she saw the raised thumb of the photographer. "Beautiful, princess. Very sexy.", he said in his very professional, slightly disinterested tone, while adjusting the shutter.
Obviously sexy...seeing as I'm naked...,snarked Twilight in her head.
She still wasn't sure, why she had let herself get talked into this. It wasn't like it was part of her duties as a princess to pose naked for a sleazy porn-magazine. But Princess Celestia had asked her, so she could hardly say no. Even if she wasn't sure this was quite appropriate.
Ever since Celestia and Luna had retired and Twilight had become ruler of Equestria, the two older alicorns had enjoyed a rather fun and peaceful retirement. Twilight herself had made strides to establish herself as an effective ruler, while her predecessors spend their time with private endeavors. One of which turned out to be helping the notorious magazine Playcolt with their new issue "Royals For Real". A rather shameless idea, trying to sell the idea that the famous alicorns engaged in debauched lifestyles and were secretly Cum-addicted slut to their perverted readers
Twilight could imagine that the owners of the magazine started seeing bits when they got the offer of the two most beautiful mares in Equestria to model for them. And likely even hyperventilated, when Celestia managed to convince Twilight to join them.
Whatever the case was, they certainly had been exceedingly polite and more than a bit nervous, when she had arrived. It was obvious they weren't quite sure what to make of her presence and some were clearly afraid offending her. Twilight, for her part, had to admit there was something enjoyable about this, even if she wouldn't openly admit it. The ruler of Equestria posing nude...maybe she could use this and push for some reforms on sexual education? In any case, it would cause a massive scandal. Which really made her question again, why she did this....
"And now front and squeeze those boobs please, your majesty."
She followed the instructions. Her hands rising up to her bust and letting her fingers gently sink into her soft, pillowy boob-flesh. Her F-Cup tits were the wet dream of many stallions and she could hear the soft sighs of the camera-crew, as she lifted her boobs up and pressed them together, throwing the camera a smoldering look.
She even crossed her long, shapely legs and swayed her hips a bit, which brought attention to her plush ass and narrow, wasplike waist, that gave her this mouth-watering hourglass figure. "Good...?", she asked, with a slight knowing smile.
"Good...I-I mean perfect, your highness!" Even the normally so stoic photographer was clearly struggling to keep his cool, which was quite amusing. He even had a raging hard-on, his pants tenting notably and showing that he was quite equipped as he took a few carefully measured snaps. Twilight guessed, that he likely could boast a length of about 21 inches, which wasn't bad by any means.
She already had seen Luna and Celestia doing a few shoots at different sets as she was led to this one. Neither of the gorgeous mares seemed in any way hesitant and rather enjoyed this activity deeply. Maybe it was a way to unwind in retirement? A valid possibility. And the brib-, books they offered her about alternate uses in the arcane arts for the adult mare was too tantalizing to pass up. Twilight had gotten a taste for rather...unorthodox uses of magic since she had studied everything else.
"On the bed and spread your legs, please," the photographer noted at the royal-sized and luxurious-looking bed with violet sheets...which coincidentally was a perfect replica of her own. That knowledge was almost uncanny and creepy to an extent. Twilight raised an eyebrow but decided not to comment on it.
The spread legs certainly promised a centerfold picture of her.
A slight smile appeared on her lips. It was inevitable that it was going in a direction, where she would have to engage in more than just nude posing. Celestia had implied that the editors had planned some very "scandalous" fictitious stories and staged pictures to fit the magazine's rather...provoking style. Not to mention what Rarity and Fluttershy had done in the past for Playcolt.
Twilight was not some innocent flower, mind you. She had slept with various stallions and even mares. You didn't get where she was now by being a prude. Even after coronation as Princess of Equestria she had to spend the night pleasuring Blueblood, to ensure he wouldn't cause any trouble. Celestia had taught her to use all her advantages, which included her good looks. And indulging stallions like Blueblood in their perverted fantasies was a good way to pacify them.
So, to the surprise of the crew, she strutted over to the bed without hesitation and laid on top of it. Her back arched, so her boobs were on full display. Her legs crossed, hiding her "treasure" from view. Teasing, tantalizing...
Then, she slowly began to spread them and reveal her naked, bald, and deliciously fat pussy. Her finger spreading the lips, inviting the gaze into her sanctuary and promising pleasure for any cock that could snugly into her divine folds. Yes, Twilight did enjoy this more than a bit...
"Is this alright? Or maybe...a bit more~?", she asked the photographer.
He took his pictures slack-jawed, seemingly not hearing her inquiry at first. It was clear that he was oh so painfully hard. Harder than he had been from any of the other mares certainly. The stallion coughed into his hand. "Well, uh, a bit more would be appropriate. We want to truly capture your...essence," he said and from the eager stares of the crew, it was certain that they did like this suggestion quite a bit. One of them gave him a quiet thumbs-up.
"By Celestia. Please tell me there is a real porn scene I wasn't told about," one of the stallion's voiced, hoping beyond hope that they could take this a step further. There would be enough volunteers if they did, that was for sure.
This almost made Twilight laugh, as she heard it. In the past, she had some trouble adjusting to all the stallions thirsting after her, especially after she became an alicorn. It had made things quite awkward when every male she interacted with had stared at her boobs or was visible thinking about all the naughty things they would want to do with her, with raging erections visible in their pants.
By now, she had gotten used to it. And her various adventures had introduced her, sometimes unwillingly, to quite a lot of sexual experiences. Stripping naked for Sombra, getting mind-controlled by a sleazy pimp, or "negotiating" with the zebrican empire. Compared to that, this wasn't so bad...if a bit more public than she was used to.
It's fine...you are the ruler of Equestria. Try to look forward to the scandal this will cause..., she told herself. She had to admit that the thought of shocked ponies, stammering aristocrats, and enraged moral guardians became very appealing, for some reason. To shatter her carefully crafted image of dignity...
Turning around, she kneeled on the bed. Her boobs squeezed between her arms, as she went down on all fours and blew a kiss into the camera. She decided to be bolder now, as she felt a growing heat bubbling within her. "Well, what do you suggest? I'm all yours~", she said, with a wink.
The photographer swallowed hard before he rushed to the thick vibrator on the nightstand. Modeled after a dragon and with very many thick bumps along the pointed length. He gulped, his throat dry as he considered his options, before taking a calming breath as he looked her square in the eye. He wasn't about to get flustered by a mare. He was a professional! And two could play this very obvious game of chicken. So he resolutely nodded to the toy.
"To add more to your article, we should see you in more action-oriented poses. For example, taking this toy either down your throat or any other hole to show the flexibility an alicorn body brings," he noted down very professionally, as the other stallion's stared slack-jawed at the ballsy comment of the photographer. A photographer that smiled all too triumphantly at her.
Oh, I like this one!
Twilight had to admit she had a thing for stallions who were straightforward. So many were humming and hawing, when talking to her, it was quite refreshing when somepony was open about what they wanted. Even Blueblood, as foppish and shallow as he could be, was sometimes quite attractive in that regard. That, and he was a great fuck.
So, she floated the dildo over into her hands. It was quite large...she guessed around 20, 6 inches, roughly. About the standard for an adult dragon and smaller than a zebra. She smiled, as she fondled it. Then she gently gave it a kiss. The rubbery tip pressed against her lips. She could see the camera zooming in on her face. Let's give these guys a reason to dream...
It slid into her mouth. Then slowly down her throat. She kept her eyes on the camera, as she pushed it deeper. No gagging, no choking. Her neck bulged and a bit of saliva ran down her chin. She hit the base and somepony in the back audibly sighed. She was pretty sure, at least one stallion had quietly jizzed into their pants when they saw their sovereign deepthroat a dragon-dildo to the base without issue.
She slowly pulled it out, the dildo shining with spit, and smiled. "Hmm....got anything bigger~?"
Getting aroused myself now...
The stallion was stunned for but a moment, a precum stain in his pants easily to be detected. Not that there was any shame for it. It did seem to spur him on as he took the challenge, his horn glowing and pulling something out of a nearby chest with his magic. A massive black horsecock that put the other dildo to shame.
"A replica of the king of Zebrica's shaft made by the finest artisans. Even the many golden stud piercings on the bottom are perfectly aligned with the exact space between them down to a millimeter."
She gasped in brief awe, as they floated the dildo over to her. A replica of King Zeron X., one of, if not the most controversial heads of state out there. Conqueror, tyrant, lecher...and almost memetic stud. Twilight was fully aware, that all eyes were on her.
Should she refuse? Technically, Equestria and Zebrica were at peace. But it was tense and many considered it to be shaky at best. Some had even criticized Twilight for negotiating, even though it had been the best option after the defeat at the Striped Coast and the loss of the colonies to the slavers. Surely, she would not dare debase herself with the symbol of a stallion, that was essentially public enemy number one?
She grinned and grabbed the dildo. Planting in on the bed, she kept it steady with her magic. Then she stood up. She heard the murmurs of surprise, as the crew realized what she was going to do.
"She can't be serious!?"
"Are you kidding me?"
"No way that fits..."
Who do you think I am?, she thought and smiled proudly. Her chest thrust forward, long hair flowing down her naked shoulders, she slowly began to lower herself onto the massive 30-inch long monster dildo. Her folds parting, as the tip was pushed into her. Inch by inch, she pressed down, forcing more and more of this gigantic beast into herself. A visible outline of her abdomen snaking its way up her belly.
Then she hit the bed. Squatting down on a fully inserted dildo. Sweat on her face and a labored breath. She was filled to the brim and the dildo was pressing her organs aside. Yet, from the outside, her perfect body had taken a ridiculously long shaft with ease. Juices flowed down her legs and her eyes were burning with thinly veiled lust.
"Hm...yes, I missed this. Reminds me of him~" She just added that, knowing it would send the gawking, slackjawed stallions over the edge. It wasn't completely untrue, but they would likely not have anticipated her admitting to it. Especially not, when she began to slowly pump the dildo in and out her pussy.
The photographer did make quite a few snapshots even as he stepped closer. "I have to catch this from every angle," was the excuse as he was drawn in, some stallions by now having opened their pants, while unashamedly masturbating to the spectacle before them.
"Yes. Not bad," the photographer muttered, standing next to the bed. "A true marvel of biology this flexibility. However, a true ruler needs to multitask," he told her, his own zipper along with his pants falling down to the floor. His shaft was just 15 inches long, but throbbing with barely contained lust.
"Oh, Celestia. I would go to the dungeons just to tap that," another stallion commented, a few taking some steps closer to her.
Maybe this has gone too far. Maybe she should stop before this went out of hand...
But Twilight had stopped thinking about maybes. She was horny, had a dildo filling her up, and was surrounded by horny, sexually frustrated stallions. Her magic was on autopilot, pumping the dildo in and out. Juices staining the bedsheets and her skin glistening with sweat. Her nose could smell the musk in the air and when she looked at one stallion pulling out his cock, the alicorn could not help but lick her lips. Her nipples were stiff.
"I could demonstrate my skills...", she breathed with a lusty smile. Her horn glowed and the photographer groaned, as his cock suddenly swelled to a much more impressive size of 22 inches. Squatting on the bed, her dainty fingers grasped the cock that had been thrust her way. It shivered under her touch, but she gently began to jerk it.
The stallion panted, still snapping away, "Ahhh, g-good t-te-technique. Maybe teasing the t-tip more could enhance the e-experience...f-f-for our readers of course," he added, precum already leaking, before another stallion got on the bed, this one already naked, his large brown hands fondled her breasts as he licked her neck, a large shaft pressing into her back.
"Fuck... Just look at her. I didn't know our Princess was such a huge slut," one stallion said in surprise, which didn't stop him from beating his dick to the image of her having some fun.
Twilight cooed, as her boobs got fondled. Two hands sinking into her tits, kneading them with the abandon of a stallion that was desperately horny. A tongue on her neck and the hot feeling of a throbbing cock on her back. Gosh, how she missed this!
"Hmm...clearly a big enough one to go a nude photoshoot.", she joked, causing the stallion who had made the slut-comment to flinch. He clearly had not expected her to have heard him. She threw him a teasing wink and her horn glowed her again, rewarding him with a 20 inch long pussy-breaker. Whimpering with joy, he grabbed his massive cock and began to jerk with both hands.
By now a second dick was pushed in her face and she began to jerk that one off, too. Her fingers teasing the tips, pushing the poor stallions onto the edge without giving them release. She made an astral-projection of a hand appear to fondle the first one's balls, making him squeal. Twilight chuckled lewdly, licking her lips.
The photographer grunted but held his pleasure back. He was a professional! He wouldn't be distracted from his job. His job of....getting a blowjob from his princess. "V-Very fine spellwork. A perfect a-astral c-construct," he complimented her as she was doing a fine job in pleasuring him. Gritting his teeth, he got some control back. "Albeit...it would be boring for the audience if we don't get many more shots it. Your marehood is occupied, but you have two other holes that are not," he said, boldly suggesting for them to take it even further. To his delight, twilight just gave him a horny smile. The stallions in the room pumped their fists and more than one promised to buy him a free drink after this.
As if on cue, the one that was rubbing her tits, aligned his own prick with her ass. The precum that was flowing from it provided some lubrication as he was pressing against her tight little pucker, trying to sink it into her while his mouth went up, licking her sensitive horn. Twilight could not help but giggle a bit, before gasping as a tongue lapped against her horn. Her magic wasn't faltering, but she got waves of pleasuring shocks down her skull. Her weak point, so to speak. The shaft prodded her ass, rubbing along her crevice. Humping her.
She let him be. Shifting her rear, she cooed as the cock slowly slid into her ass. Her sphincter opening wide, as the throbbing cock was pressed into her snug insides. Milked and pressed and massaged in all the ways only a practiced anal-slut could provide. The stallion behind her quietly sobbed in pleasure, clearly not quite believing what was happening. Then he began to thrust with the eager abandon.
But Twilight wasn't finished. She opened her mouth and began to lick the first cock pushed into her direction. Her tongue flickering over the flared tip before she slowly gobbled it up and began to suck on it while giving the lucky stallion truly ball-busting, smoldering bedroom-eyes. The poor photographer biting into his fist, whimpering happily.
Even so, he managed to keep his camera on her at all times as he made shots while he and the other lucky stallion got a taste of her royal holes. Two more dicks were on her side in an instant, which she dutifully grabbed and started to masturbate, much to the stallion's pleasure.
She was practically surrounded by cock. A perverted ruler, taking care of her perverted subjects."Ooooh~ This royal mouth is like a vacuum!" the photographer exclaimed, not able to hold back as he bucked his hips against her full lips. He finally let the camera slip out of his hands, as he grabbed her head and pulled her down his shaft. The one behind her was thrusting into her tight ass, which was now practically milking him.
The air was filled with the smell of sweat and musk. Wet slapping and the splattering of fluids were audible even in the corners. Those stallions unlucky or with too small dicks to participate were slapping their meat with open mouths, watching the carnal scene unfold. Everypony that had a camera was either snapping pictures or standing there dumbfounded, forgetting their jobs.
Twilight could feel the studs around reaching their limit. The breathing started to get pitched, irregular. The cocks began to twitch. Panting openly, cursing loudly. She smiled, as she plunged forward, deepthroating the shaft in front of her, the tongue dancing over the flared tip, as she pulled back. Her finger poking the urethra of the dicks she had been jerking off. Her ass clenching hard, gripping the stud behind her like a vice. They grunted, panted, whimpered as they rushed towards the climax.
And then nothing.
Twilights horn glowed, plugging their cocks and preventing them from cumming. A ring of purple runes appearing around every shaft in the room. The stallions cried out, gripping their dicks, unable to move or climax. Then they heard the audible chuckle of an amused alicorn, as Twilight rose from the bed and pulled out the dildo from her dripping snatch. "I would say, that should give you more than enough material.", she said, with a wicked smile as she walked by the cursing and clenching stallions, all in deep pain over the inability to cum, but kept on that agonizing precipice before release.
As she reached the door she heard a whimper and looked over her shoulder. The photographer, both hands on his cock, looking at her like a kicked puppy. "P-Please..y-y-you can't just...leave us like this!", he protested. Twilight smiled at him and waved him goodbye. Then she walked out of the room...
...and released the spell.
A jizz-explosion followed, as a dozen stallions practically came their balls off and hosed themselves with gallons upon gallons of thick, globby cum. Their collective climax took about thirty seconds and left them twitching and spasming in a jizz-coated puddle.
The drooling, delirious photographer laid on his back, covered from head to toe in his own semen, with his engorged cock still twitching. He raised his fist. "W-Worth it..." Then he fell unconscious...
Twilight cracked her neck and laughed to herself, as she walked down the hallway. Ahhhh, that was fun...now for round two!, she thought. According to the schedule, she was now slated for an interview for the magazine. And considering how just the photoshoot had gone, she anticipated it to escalate quickly.
And she was looking forward to it now...
The hallways of the playcolt-mansion were not exactly...tasteful. Twilight had seen her fair share of gaudy interior design and she was the first to admit that the Friendship Castle itself wasn't exactly subtle. But this took the cake.
Gold-rimmed drapery, pegasopolian pillars, busts of the owner of Playcolt....what was his name again? She didn't remember. Probably because her attention was drawn more to the various portraits of the naked or half-naked mares that once worked for the magazine. Each posing in various seductive, suggestive poses. Most of them clad in bikinis or their nudity tastefully hinted at, rather than outright shown.
Twilight stopped at one that showed Fluttershy. The pegasus looking uncharacteristically confident, almost smoldering. Her mane draped over one eye, as she sat on a beach, her long hair covering her nudity. She gave the camera a hot side-eye while giving it a nice view of her busty, but slender body. Twilight wondered just how long it had taken to get that particular shot of the notoriously camera-shy pegasus.
Then again...Fluttershy wasn't exactly prude, once you got her going. She had always gotten her kicks from being all bashful, yet got inexplicably drawn into sexual situations. The public saw her as an innocent wallflower, with no idea who she was behind closed doors. Twilight was amused, that aside from her somepony else knew of her friend's slutty hobbies.
Then again, it's kinda an open secret in Ponyville at this stage. Only so many stallions she can fuck there without anypony noticing..., she thought as she passed the portrait.
She was still completely naked, as she reached the door that led to the lounge where her interview was scheduled. Sure, she could summon some clothes, but Twilight weirdly felt quite fine being nude. She made sure to get rid of the dried fluids between her legs, but otherwise, she saw no reason to change. Which was a bit weird, even if she couldn't put her finger on it why.
Oh, stop it. Not everything is a mystery. You're horny and in the mansion of a horndog. And you already posed for pictures that will frankly destroy your image of a dignified princess overnight. So, what's the point in shame...
It was large and no less gaudy with four statues of the princesses, all in revealing clothes presented. Two on each side of the room with Celestia and Luna in one and Cadance and her in the other. They wore thin fabric that draped over their breasts and went down to conceal their pussies. It was a more skimpy version of the dress Celestia wore often during court back in the day. Some pegasopolian flair of four goddesses, scantily dressed in the room of a mighty stallion. Several chandeliers lit up the room with a glass front on each side of it. The building was shaped a bit like a dick. Maybe a coincidence? No...no, this was very much deliberate, Twilight realized.
At least, the flush red carpet felt nice under her feet as she approached the large bright desk with comfortable chairs on each side, Behind the desk sat the stallion who led this magazine in a big armchair. The stallion himself was big. His neatly cut brown hair had white streaks in it and he had a pair of rectangular glasses as well as a full beard. He was at least as big as her own brother, surprisingly enough, with broad shoulders and an eight-pack. He was also naked.
Maybe Twilight shouldn't be surprised by this, considering he was the boss of a porn magazine. Then again, one would expect more professionalism. Though, it at least meant that she fit in rather well.
"Princess Twilight Sparkle. Ruler of Equestria," he greeted, standing up and holding out his hand. As he rose up, she could see his massive cock dangling between his. A very impressive 28 inches of pure fuckmeat. Thicker than her forearm and even longer than her brother.
"Thickie Rod, owner of the Playcolt," responded Twilight, with a slight smile, making sure to look him in the eye, trying not to stare at his pussy-wetting cock. If Blueblood was sleazy, then Rod was a downright deviant. Unlike the prince though, he knew how to conceal it behind good manners and charm.
She had never much interacted with him. Rod was the kind of stallions happy to flaunt his wealth and provide the kind of entertainment that was unlikely to involve princesses like her. That is when it didn't involve politics. And he made no effort to hide his more...radical beliefs. Twilight previously had not paid much attention to it, since he usually just printed his "pro-stallion" stuff in his magazine and she suspected he only played it up for the sake of provocation. After all, his customers were stallions and mares with a taste for the debauched, so he made good bits by playing to their degenerate tastes.
"I must say, I wasn't sure if you had done anything sinister to Celestia when she invited me here and told me why.", she said, as she took his hand and permitted him to kiss it. "To be honest, part of me still wonders why I agreed to it in the first place."
Her eyes finally flickered down to his veiny cock, that even in its flaccid state could compete with the likes of Big Mac or Shining Armor. She couldn't help but grin. "Though, I now see at least one good argument for it..."
Rod mirrored her grin with one of his own as he checked her out as well, though much more unashamedly. It almost felt like two fellow perverts meeting in this way.
"It is quite the shame we didn't meet sooner. I am rather glad Celestia convinced you to give it a chance. Take a seat. Get yourself comfortable," he said, sitting back down as Twilight did the same.
He intertwined his fingers, aiming a charming smile at her which, from what the rumors claimed, had the abilities to make any marehood wet. Even virgin nuns would spread their legs for him and break their vows, which gave him quite the ladykiller reputation that was either adored or hated. Even Fluttershy and Rarity had good words to say about him, at least when it came to his performance in bed. In fact, Twilight remembered how weirdly enthusiastic both had been in singing his praises.
"I hope you had fun with our professional team? They always try their best to please our potential models," he told her, charming smile still in place, seemingly testing out its effect on her.
Twilight smiled back politely, as she took a seat. She crossed her legs in front of him, a subtle gesture that she wasn't going to be one of his easy conquests. Granted, she could imagine herself under that desk, sucking his fat cock like an underpaid secretary. Certainly a tempting image...
"Oh, they were quite fun. Though, I suspect I enjoyed myself at the end more than they did..." She grinned, as she saw him being briefly confused. She wasn't sure what he had expected. Maybe that she would eat out of his hands, cockdrunk, and easy to tame?
Well, its not going to be that easy...
"Now...I was under the impression I would get interviewed. Or has there been a change in plans?"
He shook his head politely at her.
"There is not. I was merely making sure you were comfortable before proceeding any further. Seeing as you are," he said, gesturing to her naked body, "Let us proceed."
He shuffled some papers on his desk, adjusting his glasses as he went over the questions. It took barely a few seconds before he found the one question to start off with.
"Now, your career is quite an inspirational one for many mares that think they can keep up with stallions or even best them to the best of their capabilities. You defeated the villainess Nightmare Moon with your friends, but how did things go against the male fiends? For example, Discord, the Spirit of Chaos," he asked, not suppressing a slightly condescending smile.
The tone of the interview was obviously biased, as could be expected of a "pro-stallion" magazine. Twilight tilted her head and gave Thickie Rod a knowing smile. He probably hoped for something juicy, something humiliating. But as attractive as he was and as tempting it became to just let loose in this house, Twilight was at least going to make him work for it.
"I assume, you expect me to say that we got humiliated? Maybe in lurid detail of what he did to us? Well, I think we both know more or less what happened here. We got defeated in the first round. Turned into mockeries of our real selves," she said, thinking back on those days. "And then we rallied, ignored our humiliation and struck back. Because God of Chaos or not, in the end Discord was no match for our friendship. When it came down to it, when all hope was lost, thanks to Celestia reminding me what was important, we managed to come out on top."
She gave Rod a grin, seeing on his face the slightest hint of dissatisfaction. She pounced on it. "Oh? Had you expected something more juicy for your magazine? I guess, it doesn't quite fit the narrative that you have built up over the years. What was that one article you put on the frontpage in issue 235? Oh yes, What Happened in the Canterlot Maze? Explicit details about the Elements Night of Passion with Discord."
She chuckled. "Given that you're more than capable of fabricating your scandals, I don't see any reason to give you material that doesn't exist."
Still, Rod wasn't going to be deterred that easily. If anything it seemed to make him more determined to get something out of her.
"I don't need to make anything up. There were eyewitnesses, claiming to have seen you cum-drenched on that day. Dress torn up in a clear fight and loss on your side," he elaborated, gesturing with his arm as he grimly smiled at her, before starting to stroke himself confidently. "You know what ponies say? They say Discord let himself be defeated after he twisted you and your friends. Just to see how you would fall into debauchery and free him again at a later time. And Discord is free now isn't he? And rather close to our dear Fluttershy as well, who is a rather needy little cocksucking skank. Hardly anything one would call shy. Are you really denying that she gets bent over every Saturday by Discord like a common whore at their tea parties?" he asked, confident that he had found a hole in her argument, a weakness.
And it wasn't a bad push on his side. Close as Fluttershy got with this magazine, it was obvious she might have told him a few things as he was pounding her needy cunt. Maybe as a way to enhance the dirty talk. Maybe to get herself excited. It didn't matter if it was true. Rod grasped at anything to justify his agenda.
Twilight took a few seconds before she responded. A finger on her her cheek, she gazed at Rod, as if to analyze what he had said. Then she chuckled, like he had told her a good joke. "If you choose the most convenient and hostile interpretation, you wouldn't be too far off, really," she admitted, with a smile, that gave Rod a brief shudder down his back. It was equal parts polite and dangerous, like a cat looking down on a mouse. You're treading on dangerous ground, it was saying. And it was clear he didn't like that at all.
"Now, let's roll these questions up from the back. You're right, about Fluttershy's and Discords relationship. I'm not too in on her private life, but I'm certain the two have a very passionate and...intense sexual life. It is, what we call, a healthy relationship, Rod. I can recommend it to you." She winked at him, as he frowned at that jab.
"However, does that mean it was all an elaborate conspiracy? No, no it wasn't. For the same reason, that Sombra wasn't some hallucinogenic illusion conjured by left commi-anarchists or why Zebras have not infiltrated the Royal Guard to mind control the Royal Court with magic potions. For one, there are simpler explanations and for the second...they wouldn't have to."
Again, she gave him a teasing grin, clearly enjoying toying around with such infos. Especially, since they weren't what Rod wanted to hear, and to frustrate him with saucy hints that he would normally love to have, but now couldn't use because they didn't fit his narrative, turned out to be quite fun.
"Fluttershy and Discord entered a relationship, because of him being freed, not the other way around. She was willing to reform him and he appreciated her trust. If you check your sources, you will see that at the time everpony, including myself, was against setting him free and that it had been Princess Celestia, who had pushed this idea in the first place."
"Oh, and those eye-witness accounts? The white stuff was frosting he dumped on us and the dress was torn...well, because we did lose at first, after all. Its not like anypony denied that."
Rod's smile had now vanished, while Twilight now beamed at him. "Next question?"
He didn't stop to jerk his rod, as he looked at her seriously, clearly contemplating his next move as much as she thought through her own. It was clear to him now that she was a tough nut to crack. Twilight herself was a bit surprised at the signs of open frustrations on him. She had heard him described as smooth and unflappable. But instead of the uber-stud, she was now confronted with a confused stallion, that seemed to behave more like an upset teenager, than a calm seducer.
"Quite convenient, considering how Rainbow was lapping it up from you despite hating cake, but let's move on," he argued petulantly, before forcing the conversation forward so that she couldn't say anything to disprove him. "Sombra is rather memorable. A strong stud that did manage to break down Cadance's barrier like it was tissue paper and incapacitating the strongest male around. Your friend's efforts to keep spirits high hardly mattered to him without getting the Crystal Heart in time. It was reported that your friends tried to stop him, but were easy prey, with Rainbow being fucked up so thoroughly and literally that she turned into a cum-addict that needs to taste a male's cum each day. The only one able to save you was another male. Spike the Brave and Glorious as you were trapped on a magic trap that had you bound and blindfolded on a wooden horse."
He got his grin back, glaring at her triumphantly. This now was an incident with more witnesses and it was known well enough that Sombra was into sex slavery. Surely, she had no way to deny the absolute humiliation suffered there and he finally would have the confession of her "incompetence" he wanted.
It was a good attack, Twilight had to give him that. Sombra was indeed one of the more well-known incidents and one where she and her friends unambiguously got, as Rod would probably say, put in their place. Spike still liked to joke about it to this day, for good reason admittedly. But would she give him that?
No...he wants a saucy story? Sure, let's give him one. Let's make it the sauciest and dirtiest one we can come up with!
"You're right, to a degree," she admitted, leaning back in her comfy chair and pushing her chest out. To her amusement, she could see his eyes follow her nipples briefly, even a stud like him entranced by her gravity-defying rack.
"Now, you're rather biased recounting of events aside, you are correct in assuming that we got...rather embarrassingly defeated. My brother, Shining Armor, had his magic sealed early on and Cadence was exhausted from holding up a shield for several days without sleep. We both can agree, that after that nopony is in a shape to fight."
She could see Rod now lean forward, smelling exactly the kind of juicy scandal he wanted. Twilight pretended not to notice, as she continued to "reminisce" for him. "How did it go? Oh yes...I was trapped in an illusion, which conjured what was back then my worst nightmare: Celestia on her knees, worshipping a usurper's massive cock, cum dripping on her face, while I was held responsible for allowing a perverted, debauched stallion to turn Equestria into a jizz-stained hell."
Rod was furiously writing her words down, his other hand pumping his shaft. On the tip, a fat glob of pre-cum, quivering in excitement.
"Spike got me out of it and we found the Crystal Heart. Unfortunately, Sombra was already in the city and teleported me out of the tower and onto the ground before him. It was at that moment, I knew we had lost completely."
Then she smiled and looked straight at Rod. "You should have seen him, Rod. The pinnacle of stallionhood. Chiseled abs, perfect pecks, bulging biceps, smooth, black skin, and these wicked, smoldering eyes. And his cock...oh, his cock..."
"Thirty fat inches of pure, throbbing fuckmeat. Balls bigger than cantaloupes. A musk that drove you wild...we never stood a chance." Rod began to slow down, as he noticed her grin. Her eyes flickering to his own naked body and she put on an expression of wistful disappointment, as she visibly compared him to the image she had just conjured up. "Truly, no other stallion can compare. Not even you...."
She gleefully continued. "And he fucked us, Rod. Oh, how he fucked us. My throat was ruined after he pounded my face. Rarity and Applejack got raped so hard, they had trouble walking for days after that. Pinkie Pie needed a cushion to sit down after he had pummeled her ass like a pinata. Fluttershy licked his feet by the end of it and Rainbow Dash....oooh, Dashie."
Her hands traveled up to her boobs, playfully sinking her fingers into the pillowy flesh. Stroking herself and playing with her nipples, she threw the increasingly annoyed stallion before her a smoldering look. "He fucked her up good and proper, Rod. Hammered her so hard, that Dash went bisexual. Flooded her womb with gallons of thick, tasty, juicy jizz. Made her climax over twenty times, breaking her to the point she rode him on her own, while he did nothing."
She gasped briefly, letting him stew as she winked at him. "It was truly mind-boggingly good sex...."
Then she stopped touching herself, giving Rod an amused chuckle, and licked her lips. "Oh, and Spike saved the day. All well that ends well, don't you agree?"
He gritted his teeth, before forcing himself to nod. "Yes....all is well that ends well indeed. Thanks to a male saving the day," he stressed as if trying to convince himself that he didn't just got played for a fool. The strain in his voice proved otherwise, though. Despite that, he was still masturbating, though there was a lot less fire behind that after her cock comparison.
"Now, there are of course other villains as well. Tirek was a rather big threat. Sucking all the magic from every living being while also dominating countless mares in his free time for fun. He was a destructive as well as lecherous fella, intend to put mares in their place. And without Discord you hardly would have stood a chance against him. And he rebelled at the start because you tried to force your female-centric values on him," Rod notes, trying to lay the blame for his betrayal solely on her and her friends. If they all had bent over for him and been good little fucktoys, Discord would have never been tempted, seemed to be the logic here. It was a popular theory as to why Discord defected. And it was one Rod had printed often enough that it was well-known throughout the land.
It was a crude line of questioning, stripped of its pretense. Twilight grinned triumphantly. Got you...
"Now, now Rod...no longer the patience to even pretend that this interview is about me?", she admonished him, with a teasing grin. She was thoroughly enjoying this. There was something deeply satisfying about provoking a powerful stallion such as him and leaving him powerless to do anything.
She was fully aware now, that from the start Rod had never cared about her life or her opinions. Not even saucy rumors or stories. No, he wanted to push his agenda of mares being inferior sex toys to the confident, strong males. Disgusting, debauched....and a highly amusing ideology. Especially, since he was now frustrated enough to drop the smooth politeness from before.
So, she decided to step up her game.
Rising from her chair, she walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. Then she slowly climbed onto his desk, until she kneeled on it, her chest pushed straight into his face and her eyes looking down on him with smoldering lust. "And here I thought these could hold your interest a bit longer...they sure did with Discord, when we helped him mend his ways during Tireks rampage." Once again this dangerous, teasing smile as she cupped her boobs and began to fondle them in front of him, close but just out of reach. Once again, a saucy lie, that made it clear that she didn't even bother to answer his question seriously.
"Must be quite frustrating to be a misogynist in Equestria. Ruled by mares like me. Seeing us every day, knowing you can't touch us unless we give permission...." She leaned down, her tongue teasingly licking her own nipple, as she brought it up to her mouth.
"Do you want my permission?"
If the glare from before was harsh, this one might as well have wished death itself upon her for daring to utter these words. Rod let go of his dick, standing up and reaching his hand out. "A stallion doesn't ask for permission," he told her trying to grope her tit.
She let him do it. Rod was almost surprised as his hand sunk into those soft large pillowy breasts, hand clenching on it and making it sink into the delightfully purple mass. His other hand then went for her ass cheek, kneading it as well as he pulled her close to him. But even with that and how nice it felt, it fell short for him.
It visibly frustrated him. The thought that she was actually permitting what he was doing right now, denying him the chance to take control. She could see him viewing as little more than a whore on a throne, spreading her legs for anypony but him. She got raped by male villains more often than not, in his mind, and yet she acted like she had any dignity that made her stand above males, as if she was a paragon or a role model. The frustration of these convictions and the fact, that she clearly toyed with him made him furious. A growl left his lips as he got rougher, finger pinching and pulling on her nipple as he smacked her ass.
Things got even worse when Twilight openly began to chuckle at his attempt to molest her. The alicorn grinning down at him, watching his hands roam over her skin, knead her boobs, and forcing her against his naked chest. The proud Thickie Rod, conqueror of sluts and multi-millionaire once again had a mare in his hands...but for the first time, he could feel nothing but increasing frustration.
Twilight for her part, fully enjoyed what was happening. Rod was too rough, of course, and his groping was getting painful, but the kick she got from watching his own ego ruin his supposed fun was more than enough for her. He was pathetic. A man-foal, who defined himself by his sexual achievements, instead of doing something actually useful and shared this superiority-inferiority complex with his virgin readers. Behind this facade of a muscled stud, was nothing more than an angry colt who jerked off in his room alone, frustrated that he couldn't be a jerk and get a marefriend at the same time.
"Hmm...a bit lower." She grinned at him again, grabbing his hand and forcing it down, so he cupped her ass. "Much better. See, you're getting better at this. Just listen to what I tell you--"
Further, she didn't make it as she was suddenly grabbed and slammed down onto the table. It was fast and not something she had expected yet, but it seemed that she had pushed him too far. Rod grabbed her by the neck and slammed her again down on his desk, letting pencils and a table scatter to the floor as he seethed down at her. Two fingers were jammed right into her cunt, fingering her wet hole as his large prick was laid on her right next to it.
"You little cunt will listen. I have enough of you trying to act all conceited while you have fucked pretty much every stallion in Ponyville, as well as every male villain that has ever graced Equestria. You are dripping and needy. I can feel your pussy wrapping around my fingers begging me for more. So I will give you more and make you see the error of your ways with a more...old fashioned method."
He pulled his slick digits out before smacking his prick now a few times on her pussy, teasingly, enjoying to see her clit erect as his hand was still on her neck. He then proceeded to put his rod at the entrance of her twat, prodding it. Growling greedily, his veneer of charm forgotten like a discarded tie.
Then he bucked his hips, with a wet smack.
Nothing happened.
Rod blinked in confusion, before he looked down and saw that his cock had vanished. No, it was shrinking! Bit by bit before his eyes, before literally disappearing. Stumbling back, he hit the chair behind him and collapsed onto the floor, as his legs gave out. "W-What the..?"
Twilight rose up, sitting on the table, her legs crossed again and a devilish smile on her face. Her horn glowed, as purple magic now seeped into Rod skin. "I wanted to see your true colors, Mr. Rod, and I must say I'm not impressed. I think, it is high time to give you a new perspective," she said, her words laced with silent laughter and dripping with disdain, as her eyes glowed with power.
Rod watched his muscle shrink. His large hands getting smoother, fingers beginning to look dainty and manicured. His chest started to bulge...then his pecks sagged and turned into two bouncing boobs, jiggling almost against the rules of gravity. His tight ass was ballooning out of proportions and his thighs were getting thicker. Finally, his rough scream turned into a panicked alto and it was over.
Thickie Rod had turned into a busty, sexy mare.
He, or now she, was visibly shocked by this development and a bit too bewildered to react immediately. Then a scowl grew on her face, as her gaze met the insolent mare that had ruined her body. "Y-You impudent, tartarus-forsaken, demon spawn of a mare! Turn me back this instant!" she ranted, walking up to her and poking her chest as if she was scolding the purple royal.
Twilight laughed in her face.
"Sure," she said, before getting up from the table and walking around Rod, examining her handiwork. "When I consider the lesson to be learned. The interview and recordings can still be done, whether or not you are a stallion or mare. And maybe...this will serve a reminder as to who is in charge here."
She tapped her horn for emphasis. Then she reached out and cupped Rod's bouncy E-Cup tits and smacked her rear. Her eyes traveling over the still visible abs and defined muscles. "Hmm...quite athletic. Good shape, really. Tasty~"
Rod flushed angrily and covered her privates, which caused Twilight to laugh again. "Look at you. So proud to show off as a stallion, but once somepony begins to leer at you, it suddenly is not quite so fun, isn't it?"
Shaking her head, the princess turned her back and walked to the door. "Print the interview, if you want. I will go and do the recording now, that you so eagerly requested. If by the end of the day, I get a believable apology for your past and present behavior, then I will lift the spell. Otherwise...well, you better get used to this."
And with that she left the room, leaving a cursing Rod behind.
Though, perhaps Twilight should have waited just a bit longer. Because seconds after she left, Rod hastily ripped open a cupboard and downed a small potion. It didn't reverse the change, but she groaned as her massive, throbbing cock re-appeared between her legs. "Shit...but better than nothing...", she mumbled, grabbing her shaft, as to make sure it was real.
Then she hissed in anger, punching the wall in pure rage. "Fucking bitch! Fucking, cum-guzzling whore!"
The speaker on her desk crackled. "Ehmm...boss? S-Should we cancel the operation?", came the canned voice of one of her subordinates.
Rod rushed to the desk. "Negative. Keep the signal up. She is affected by it. We just need to keep it up!", she barked. "Just have to wait for an opening. We managed to turn Celestia and Luna. We will not fail at Twilight Sparkle."
Ending the transmission, Thickie Rod looked at the clock and angrily jerked her quivering shaft. They still had time. Time enough for Twilight Sparkle to degenerate further. "Just you wait, princess. You will be on your knees, sucking my cock soon enough. Just you wait...."
