Knocked Down a Peg
Sluggishly plodding down one of the main thoroughfares in Canterlot, all too aware of the soft gasps and hushed whispers around her, Celestia kept her eyes on the ground. She would have held her head high and greeted her loyal, loving subjects, had things been what they once were - alas, those days were done and gone. Under the merciless reign of King Sombra, her regal status had been all but demolished, reducing her to little more than a…
“Whore,” a rich, sonorous voice intoned, reflexively slowing her pace, “are you not pleased to be out of my chamber?”
“O…of course I am, my King,” she murmured, glancing over at the tall and powerfully built stallion.
“Then why aren’t you smiling and wishing these fair ponies a good morning?” Sombra pressed, flashing her a fang-filled grin.
It would have been degrading enough being paraded about like a trophy, yet her fate had been far worse than that. After the King had defeated her and the Elements of Harmony, crowning himself as the sovereign ruler of all Equestria, he’d done the unthinkable - he’d married her. It was a sham of a ceremony, borne of his hubris, and she’d played along with him - not because she wanted to, but because she feared for her people. Stripped of her title and rank, having willingly wed the tyrant, she’d hoped her situation would improve - she’d been wrong.
It had taken her more than a month to realize her nefarious husband had been up to no good, but by then it was too late. At some point after taking power, he’d begun surreptitiously slipping her doses of some insidious potion, gradually altering her body and mind. By the time she finally comprehended what was going on, comparing her reflection to an older photo of herself, there was nothing she could do.
The foul elixir she’d been unwittingly consuming had softened her curves and enhanced various portions of her. Where once she’d been a tall, svelte mare, she had become a shapely, whorish parody of herself. Her backside was bigger and fuller than it had ever been, her lips were plump, but her bosoms had ballooned to almost ludicrous proportions.
Nearly as big as a pony’s head, and almost painfully sensitive, her udder-like breasts never failed to draw lustful stares or glances from those around her, both in or outside of the castle. Though they didn’t make it difficult to move about, the added weight and sensation of them jiggling beneath her served as a constant reminder of her purpose and who she belonged to - still, they weren’t the worst facet of her new role.
Without a doubt, the most wicked thing about the infernal potion was just how severely her mind had been affected. Thinking logically was difficult, it was nearly impossible for her to solve complex problems, and for some infuriating reason she found herself bending a knee and blindly obeying her husband. Her new life was, by any reasonable standard, both degrading and humiliating, had it not been for one thing - the carnal joys her betrothed bequeathed upon her.
One of the perilously few things that occupied her mind was the sinful delights Sombra had to offer. She had begrudgingly bedded him on their wedding night, and on several evenings thereafter, but it wasn’t long before she began looking forward to his soft touch, his resonant tone, his heady scent, or his thick, throbbing…
“Whore,” he repeated, shaking her from her stupor, “are you paying attention.”
Lifting her head and peering over at him, gazing into his cruelly alluring eyes, she offered a small nod. “Of course I am, my liege.”
“Then do as I ask and greet your fine subjects,” he hummed, waving to the side.
Looking over and noticing a pair of stallions lingering just outside a shop, she gulped. She was a slatternly mockery of her former self, adorned with makeup and looking as though she belonged on a street corner, but she knew better than to question him. Altering her course, making a beeline towards the group, she forced a smile.
“And how are you fine, young ponies doing this morning?” she demurely asked, glancing to them each in turn.
Not one of the stallions said anything, although she held their rapt attention. She could practically feel their eyes dancing over her, drinking in her exaggerated and hyper-sexualized features, and the sensation sent a thrilled shiver coursing through her. Though she loathed what she’d become, what her King had turned her into, a deep, barely restrained part of her mind basked in the amorous adoration.
“The former Princess asked you a question,” Sombra rumbled, stepping to her side. “Or are you too enchanted by her body to speak?”
“W…we’re,” one stallion stammered, only hesitantly peeking up at her, “we’re fine, Celestia. I hope your morning is going well.”
No sooner had the fretful pony stopped speaking than the umbral King laughed. “Of course she’s doing well, just look at her! She’s wed to the most powerful stallion in all of Equestria, her beauty is beyond reproach, and she’s been freed of the fickle obligations she once had.”
With Sombra standing just ahead of her, she was given a view of just how pleased her husband was with the exchange. His cropped tail and relatively short cloak gave her a perfect view of his backside and the treasures held there. Gazing longingly at his weighty balls, with each succulent orb being larger than her hoof, and the semi-rigid shaft dangling from his groin, her thoughts began to wander.
Every part of the dark sovereign was large, being substantially taller and more heavily muscled than your average pony, but his endowment was particularly massive. Easily double the size of a typical stallion’s, both in length and girth, she’d been intimidated when she’d first seen his turgid length, but it didn’t stay that way for long. The feeling of his weight upon her, of his gargantuan cock stretching her depths and testing the limits of her marehood, had and was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and it hadn’t taken her long to develop a taste for it.
Staring longing at his package, watching his stallionhood steadily grow rigid, she lost track of herself. Stars above, the sight of it was enough to make her marehood wink and ache in anticipation! Licking her lips, wondering if she may find some way to woo him into the bed, after they’d returned to the castle, she only eventually noticed that the conversation and immodest banter had died.
“Darling,” Sombra began, wheeling around and drawing a hoof up her chin, “one of them asked you a question.”
Her mind raced, her knees trembled, and a cold bead of sweat crept down her brow, as his words sank in. Though his treatment of her was, by many standards, demeaning and callous, he wasn’t unfair. So long as she listened to his instructions, followed his directions, and played the part of his doting wife, he wasn’t one to do anything too mortifying - unfortunately for her, she’d already breached his imposed etiquette twice.
Steeling herself, knowing that she had to say something, her smile wavered. “I’m sorry, my King, I was -”
“You were looking at my stallionhood and imagining how incredible it feels when I mount you, weren’t you?” he mused, the nonchalance of his tone standing in stark contrast to the scandalous assertion.
“N…no!” she sputtered, shaking her head in denial and to clear her thoughts. “I was -”
“Then you won’t mind turning around and flagging your tail for me,” he interrupted, lifting and lazily spinning a forehoof. “If you weren’t fantasizing about anything inappropriate, I’m sure you have nothing to worry about,” he continued, looking over at the three petrified stallions, “isn’t that right?”
The trio mutely nodded, doing little to help her plight, yet she did notice something interesting - three somethings, in fact. Each of the small group was in some state of arousal, with their dicks hanging freely or, in the case of the tallest member, standing at full attention. The knowledge that they’d gotten that worked up over her body and her submission to Sombra was both disheartening and arousing, but she’d be lying if the latter wasn’t exponentially more prominent than the former.
“Do I have to repeat myself?” Sombra softly inquired, piquing a brow.
The fact that the King had felt it necessary to ask the question made her blood run cold, while she briskly did as she’d been asked. It was embarrassing to show herself off in public, but she dare not defy her husband; if she did, she had little doubt that she’d be paying for the transgression later. Curtly lifting her tail and flipping it to the side, she closed her eyes and held her breath.
“Woah,” one of the stallions whispered in awe, “look at how wet she is!”
“Indeed,” Sombra murmured, “it is impressive, but not nearly as impressive as this. Whore, present yourself.”
The moment words left his mouth, her muscle memory leapt into action. Splaying and bracing her hind legs, keeping her tail up and out of the way, she lowered her chest to the cobblestone. Months of tending to him had ingrained certain responses, with a great many happening instinctively, and this was no different. Keeping her eyes shut, with her ears swiveled back, she heard the sound of heavy hooffalls moving closer and closer to her head.
“Dearest,” the King sighed, causing her to peek up at him, “I hate to do this, but you know the rules.”
“I didn’t -” she was cut off, as he tenderly pressed a forehoof to her pouting lips.
Casually materializing a long, thick strand of rope from the ether, he looked upward and smirked. Wordlessly following his gaze, wondering what sort of torment he was concocting for her, she noticed a hanging sign not six feet away from them. Though she couldn’t say exactly what he was planning, she felt certain that it wouldn’t be good - after all, he had a seemingly inexhaustible supply of creative and lecherous activities for her.
“Step over here with me - yes, there you go,” he whispered, guiding her below the reinforced horizontal beam suspended above the sidewalk.
Levitating the strand of thick cord into the air, slinging it over the sturdy timber, he magically held the rope above her and sent power surging into his horn. Before she could ask what he was up to, she felt herself pulled from and suspended above the ground. She could have fought back, leveling any number of arcane spells against him, yet there was no point.
Even if she caught him unprepared, she would only have a slim chance of besting him in combat. As things were, being in the middle of town, not only would she almost assuredly be defeated, but the collateral damage of the sorcerous battle would be severe. Swallowing hard, feeling the cord weave around her torso and legs, she prayed he wasn’t about to do what she thought he was going to do.
“Now then,” Sombra announced, turning to the nearby trio, “I believe my dearest wife is in need of a lesson in honesty. If you three can convince her to be truthful about her feelings, I’ll pay you a month’s wages.”
“How?” one asked, after a tense moment’s pause.
“It’s quite simple -” the King replied, looking up at her with a wolfish grin, “you remarked earlier on how wet she is. All I ask is that you help her confess how excited she is.” Trotting over and putting a foreleg around one of the stallion’s shoulders, he leaned in and conspiratorially lowered his voice. “If I might offer a helpful piece of advice, her teats and clit are a particularly opportune place to start…”
Celestia swallowed hard, knowing he’d made himself just loud enough for her to hear. Her fearsome lover had immobilized her on full display, leaving her quite literally hanging like an obscene pinata. Being strung up would have been bad enough in and of itself, had she been alone with her betrothed, but she was anything but.
Slowly but surely, the spectacle of a bound and suspended alicorn drew a crowd. Some faces she recognized, others she did not, yet each and every pony present doubtlessly knew who she was and the stately office she once held. Her cheeks darkened, she tried in vain to look away, and a bead of pearly nectar dribbled from her engorged, slavering marehood.
She was so preoccupied by attempting to ignore the licentious and inquisitive looks of the gathering throng that failed to notice the trio of ponies moving beneath her. Something warm and wet wrapped around one erect nipple, quickly followed by a similar sensation upon her other teat, causing her to squeak out in surprise. Craning her neck to look down and back at herself, her eyes widened.
Two of the young stallions had begun nursing on her breasts, hungrily suckling like a pair of foals, while the third timidly approached her from directly behind. Squirming in place, beset by the pleasure their soft lips and tender tongues afforded, it was all she could do to watch the final pony lean in and bring his face between her thighs. As his hot breath graced her sex, her marehood hungrily clenched upon itself.
As she was quick to discover, the show had only just begun. In the blink of an eye, the final stallion to join drew his tongue between her meaty lower lips. The sensation was ambrosial, especially paired with the blissful feeling having her tits sucked on, and it took a heavy toll on her. Gnawing her lip, doing everything she could not to make a noise, a low, ominous snicker caught her ear.
“Go ahead, admit how amazing it must feel,” Sombra cooed, pressing his muzzle to her ear.
Looking about in a panic, seeing the teeming masses of awed and aroused ponies surrounding her, her heart skipped a beat. If she lied, the King would undoubtedly know and almost assuredly do something to make the situation exponentially worse for her. Biting back her withering modesty, summoning every bit of courage she had, she took a breath.
“It feels good,” she flatly stated, her voice quavering ever so slightly.
Sombra balked slightly and stepped over to fully face, her squinting all the while. “It just feels good?”
Be it from coincidence or just poor timing, the stallion accosting her loins started fixating on her clit. Stifling a whimper, with her eyelids fluttering, it took everything she had not to make a sound - a fact that her husband was all to exploit. As he lovingly kissed her lips and stared into her eyes, he said something that nearly broke her right then and there.
“If you confess your feelings, I may just breed you right here and now,” he cooed.
They’d fucked more times than she could count, both in and out of their bedchamber, yet he’d never once cum inside her. Though the sex with him was amazing, more often than not leading to her climaxing multiple times, she knew there was something more, some greater pleasure he’d yet to afford her - his essence. The mere thought of his rich foal-batter flooding into her womb, sowing the seed of life within her, struck a ruinous blow to her self-control, but he wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot.
“By the way, is this one of your safe days?” he hummed, cocking his head to the side. As she shook her head, his coy smile broadened into a rictus grin.
Shaking her head, with her composure crumbling away, a part of her pined for him to knock her up. She was a shadow of her former self, little more than the unbecoming concubine of the tyrant, and becoming his broodmare would be the next and possibly final step in her gradual transformation. With her pleasure growing stronger with every passing second, he looked back at the trio tormenting her.
“If you’d be so kind as to step back,” he ordered, spurring the three stallions to immediately shy away.
His horn glowed with power, lowering her to the ground. Though the rope was still wound about her frame, hindering her movements, she braced her hind legs and pressed her chest to the ground. He had defeated her in almost every conceivable way, taken what she held most dear, and now he was about to ensure all of her once loyal subjects knew exactly what she’d become.
“So obedient and needy,” he sighed, stepping behind her. “And so eager to give everypony a show of your King siring his foal within you…”
The dirty talk and view of his monstrous cock were nearly complemented by the mass of teeming masses of onlookers surrounding her, pushing her past the point of reason. The inclusion of several dozen spectators was a heady and titillating element, not unlike an exotic spice, and it did nothing to dull her enthusiasm - no, if anything, it served to elevate her lust several times over. Peering over her shoulder, seeing him rear onto his hind legs and step forward, his weight against her hips set her pulse racing.
“Now,” he uttered, draping himself over her while pressing the broad tip of his stallionhood to her entrance, “sing for me…”
As he finished speaking, he drove his hips forward and buried his length within her velvety canal. The sensation of being so completely filled was, like many times before, the embodiment of bliss. Regardless of how many times he’d bedded her, the enormous size of his stallionhood never failed to disappoint. Rocking her waist back, all but hilting herself on his shaft, a loud, guttural groan escaped her.
Though his pace was slow, likely savoring her reaction, it didn’t take him long to fully sheath his cock. Her cervix kissed the tip of his length, her clit winked against his pendulous balls, and her stuffed entrance dribbled juices around his obsidian pillar of flesh, yet those were simply the appetizers for what was to come. Having steadied himself and secured his grasp on her, he withdrew a fraction of his stallionhood and began rutting her in earnest.
In no time at all, utterly beholden to her primal yearnings, she was groaning and mewling out. The pleasure of being mounted by such an impressive stud was enough to cloud her judgement and haze her thoughts, and so she succumbed to her bestial urges. Humping back against him, clenching around his backstrokes while relaxing around his plunges, she did what she could to please him - that was, until he changed the game.
Without any warning whatsoever, something savagely hauled upon and twisted her teats, casting her past the point of no return. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back, and climactic nectar gushed and lewdly squelched around his pistoning length, while she brayed to the heavens like a beast possessed. The foreplay and teasing had pushed her to the brink, but his final act of amorous abuse did her in.
As she reeled from the catastrophic tide of ecstasy, barely able to form a coherent thought, her head was hauled back. The tinge of pain mingled with the pleasure, somehow making the experience all the more intense, nearly making her collapse from his harsh treatment - nearly. With her legs buckling and muscles trembling, forcing herself to remain upright, she noticed his face moving just beside her own.
“Tell them what you want, and I may give it to you,” he breathed, his voice so faint that she may not have heard it at all. “I’ll make you the mother of the most powerful pony this land has ever seen.”
Visions of a possible future flooded her barely coherent mind. Nursing a pair of foals, while positively gravid with a third, she rested beside her loving, unstoppable husband. Though she had walked Equestria for millennia, having experienced more than most ponies could ever dare dream of, she was still a mare - a mare who’d yet achieve a mare’s purpose. The breath hitched in her throat, her eyes drifted over the multitude of bystanders, and she could already feel herself approaching a second climax, as she took a deep breath and gave him what she wanted most.
“Breed me!” she howled, her royal Canterlot voice echoing throughout the capital. “Take me as your broodmare and sire your foals!”
Several members of the crowd looked disgusted, others appeared shocked, and a small number even seemed pleased by her desperate plea, yet it made little difference. The fine ponies of Canterlot had heard her irrefutable request, knowing that their once illustrious and proud Princess was no more - replaced by the perverted mockery of a harlot alicorn he’d forged her into.
Fucking her like a machine, driving her body forward with each and every thrust, she slipped into a frenzy. She no longer cared that everypony could see the depths of depravity she’d sunk to - on the contrary, she wanted them to bear witness to her glorious transformation. Soon enough, if the stars willed it, her glorious King would be walking her through town with a rounded belly and leaking, even larger breasts! Panting and throwing her ass back, slamming her body against his pounding hips, she grew ever closer to peaking a second time.
“Soon - Nnnph - you will give me an heir, and then a second and a third, until I grow weary of you and allow any and all to use your body to vent their sexual frustrations,” he grunted, his stallionhood pulsing and starting to flare.
“Yes!” she shot back, heedless to the gasps around her. “I’ll do it - I’ll do anything for you, my King!”
It didn’t matter what his intentions for her ultimately were, so long as he gave her a purpose that would allow her to sate her lascivious penchants. If he wished for her to be used by the public, so be it - should he want to watch her bred by wild animals, she would do it gladly; in the end, she was merely his plaything, and his corrupting touch, alongside the undeniable, taboo joys he afforded was beyond reproach.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, his furious rutting felt as though it lasted a small eternity, until everything came to an end. With one final, impossibly strong thrust, he drove his stallionhood directly into her womb, secured his grip, and came. Pints of seething, rich seed surged through his throbbing length, filling her deepest depths and marking her as a mother to be, and the influx undid her on a fundamental level.
Her shrill, euphoric wail cut through the heavens, as she was struck with the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. Had her knees not been locked, she would have collapsed to the stones beneath her, but that was not the case. Trembling from hoof to horn, weaving in and out of consciousness, she relished the sensation of becoming the mother of the King’s - her King’s offspring.
The crowd was speechless, watching in mute awe at the spectacle, until the despotic stud pulled away. Hauling his softening length from the alicorn’s cum-slickened canal, Sombra turned to the side and savagely slapped her ass. The blow made her moan, while her marehood involuntarily clenched upon itself, as he surveyed those surrounding them.
“Use her as you see fit,” he declared, “but make sure she’s in my chamber by nightfall.” Strutting through the parting throng, making his way back towards the castle, he paused. “And feel free to cum in her as much as you wish; it’s not like any of your seed could ever hope to impregnate her, not after I’ve claimed her…”
With that final statement, menacingly laughing to himself, he left his wife to her fate. Unable to do more than haul air into her lungs, Celestia watched the citizens close in. She realized where their intentions lie, seeing several dozen rigid stallionhoods excitedly slapping their bearers underbellies, yet she didn’t make a move. Her King had permitted his subjects to use her, and so she’d do what she could to ensure everypony left satisfied.
Shrouded in a cloak, seeing the first of many stallions mount her sister, Luna shook her head and looked away. She loved her sibling dearly, but even she had her limits of what she could endure. It’s not like she’d ever speak a word of such questionable and obscene proclivities to anypony, yet she couldn’t for the life of her understand why Celestia routinely had such nocturnal fantasies. Making a mental note to inform the castle staff to have some fresh linens at the ready, since the elder Princess had undoubtedly drenched hers, she quietly departed from the dream…