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Games Sisters Play (Pt. 1 )
🕑 Added 2017-06-11 10:06:31 +0000 UTCSun had set over the decadent Equestrian skyline, ravishing much of the known world in a cacophony of gorgeous colors that trailed from one end of the horizon to the other. As the lights began to dim within the confines of the Sun Princess’ room, the fireplace in the corner of the room flickered and was set alit by its own accord, painting the pastel-themed room in a lovely hue of gold.
Celestia mumbled to herself as she walked around the place stripping herself of her garments, all the while with her toothbrush still stuck in her muzzle. It had been another long, fruitless day of trade negotiations with the incumbent ruler of the land beyond the seas, giving her a rather unpleasant headache that, even after a delightful dinner (twas not, she was on a diet), had failed to subside. Shambling about like a zombie clad in white lace lingerie, she finally had the semblance to return to her marble-lined bathroom to finish up, lazily stripping the rest of her outfit, before stepping into the shower for a much needed bit of respite. At least Luna didn’t have to deal with all this political garbage, and in great honesty, things hadn’t been so very peachy with the duo of late.
“My job’s more difficult that yours, feh!” Celestia imitated Luna in a most mocked-up tone, before rolling her eyes as she finally slipped into her nightgown, a decidedly conservative pick seeing that it ended just above the knees and didn’t have the translucency Luna so favored, seeing that it was her favorite bit of sleeping attire that had been magically preserved from the early turn of the previous century. She grunted as the hem of her skirt snagged on her large, sumptuous cock, prompting her to adjust it to hide her pride from nopony in particular. “I’ll show you who’s job’s more difficult, you darn brat.” She paused, suddenly very tempted to convert her sister’s hot water supply into a giant tub of floating icebergs, before shaking her head and deciding that, even for her, it was far, far too low a move. She opted to sleep instead, knowing that tomorrow would be a new day, and she would be in better spirits.
A creature of habit at her finest, she would slip into the aging bed from the times where Equestria was known as the Middle Kingdom, and slide under the covers the same way she’d done so every night as a teen. With a yawn and a smile, she nuzzled up to her overstuffed pillows and finally relaxed her entire body, making her turn into jelly in the embrace of her bed.
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Celestia, contradictory to her divine position as Goddess of the Sun and around a hundred or so more titles concocted by her adoring devotees over the ages, was quite the heavy sleeper. There was once upon a time when a battle raged around her, and she was only woken from the pinprick like feeling of a battleaxe to her head after some ungrateful moonpussy-licking pony snuck into the commander’s tent. At least, that was what the palace servants tended to gossip about, seeing that it was among the more challenging tasks to try to wake the Princess so she could raise the sun on time and not send the entire country into a hysterical panic.
Of course, that was all hogwash and the naught, but in the most private of conversations, Celestia had lost count on her fingers of the times she’d been woken by a lover lavishing the godly shaft between her luscious thighs. Her eyes popped open to see the darkened canopy of her mahogany four-post bed, and she let out a soft wheeze to let out the pent-up breath she was subconsiously holding in as an intruder within her heavily guarded sanctuary - she took a second to recognize the sensation - sucked on her cock amid the sounds of lewd slurping. From the amount of warm drool and pre-cum she was feeling in the vacuum-like sensation, said intruder had been working on her for quite some time now. She gasped, before pinching herself on the cheek, to which she heard two sets of low, gruff chuckles from either side of her. It wasn’t a dream...and she was surrounded.
Fear made her blood run cold as she continued to look up at the canopy, her eyes struggling to make sense of it all, her mind awash with thoughts involving hazy memories of the last time she exited and locked up the vault underneath the palace. DID she properly seal the entrance to the room that held a pair of specially designed alicorn-shanking knives designed for an ancient duel, after Luna ‘conveniently’ forgot her bag of chips left within? Did somepony happen to peek at her ludicrously simple passcode of ‘12345?’ She gulped audibly. She opened her mouth, only to whimper as the two figures at her side went back to doing what they were originally at. The front of her nightgown had been slit apart, the fabric left to flop worthlessly on the bed as the two sucked at her luscious breasts, causing her tits to stiffen and harden, becoming all the more sensitive as she writhed and gasped and groaned and moaned on her silk-sheeted bed. Thoughts of self-preservation went out the window as she was ravaged, before she finally had the inkling to look down at the fiendish intruders. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness with time, and a pair of golden, glowing, slitted eyes looked up back at her as their owner went down on her cock, taking it into her throat.
Batponies.
The only ones who actually worked in the Palace were those that served in the Night Guard at Luna’s behest.
*slurp*
With a groan, the one on her cock pulled away and gulped, swallowing the mixture of spit and her delicious cock pre, before letting out a low, satisfied sigh. Her ear flicked slightly, and she knew she was in the company of three males. She opened her mouth to speak, hopeful to get in a snarky comment about how sexually unsatisfactory her sister may have been for her loyal servants, only to moan again before the sensation of a strong, raspy tongue ran along the supple curvature of her sensitive balls, making them bounce as they tightened in her lovely, cream-colored nutsack. He seemed to be enjoying it as well, taking another lavish lick and watching them bob nicely; two big, juicy, mighty balls of a goddess. Just the pre-cum alone was like ambrosia, and the thought of the cream within was almost too unbearable.
She let out a soft, erotic purr. If this was a gift from her sister, then she would gladly accept it as a peace offering. Clearly, her job was indeed the toughest, and Luna had conceded, opting to send her loyal servants to pass on her apologies...and tribute to the elder sister. Celestia’s smug little grin turned into a horrified gawk as she felt hard, unforgiving teeth CHOMP into her nuts, skillfully taking care not to sink those razor sharp canines into the delicate jewels, but biting down with enough force and pressure to make them HURT and keep her pinned by her balls. She froze, with pain flooding her lower body and panic surging through her heart and mind, preventing her from reacting when the two males at her side pulled away from their worshipping of her lovely tits, and then unceremoniously driving one fist each into each one; the hardened, stiff pink nipple serving as a bulls-eye for them.
“AIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” She screeched, before she found herself pinned by one male, while the other moved to straddle her midsection and grab both her breasts, cruelly squeezing and twisting them with little mercy. She bucked and writhed, squealing audibly as her breasts were crushed in the guard’s mighty grip, his arm muscles bulging with effort as he sought to pull them upwards. She didn’t have the time to cast a ward on herself, or the focus, either, leaving her decidedly unprotected and prone to feeling whatever they were dishing out on her. Her horn glowed, only to fizzle out as the one holding her arms down leaned in to gnaw on the bony spire, breaking her focus and sending an electric-like shock of pain through her forehead and down her jaw.
“Auuggh, damn you, cretins, how dare you attack your Princess!” Celestia growled, only to squeal as her aching breasts were released and subjected to massive, brutal open-palmed slaps, leaving red marks across them and leaving an equally red flush on her cheeks. The humiliation was just about as bad as the beating she was being subjected to, making her involuntarily tear up a little as she grit her teeth angrily. “Bastards, the moon whore is sending the three of you on a suicide mission!”
She squeezed her long, luscious legs together, effective clamping down the guard’s head in a brutal head scissors, earning her a satisfying groan from her adversary. They had forgotten they were still in the presence of a goddess, and she would make sure they paid the price for doing so. With a grunt, she hefted the male using nothing but her powerful thighs; the crushing hold more than enough to get him to loosen his maw from her aching nuts...and then she flung him across the room, sending him crashing into a bookshelf filled with Twilight’s friendship lessons.
The Solar honor guards outside the suite yawned; the sound-nullifying ward and layers of thick, ancient wood foundations doing its job very well even as the battle raged inside.
With a powerful buck, she sent the male abusing her breasts flying forwards, where she was merciful enough to forcibly turn her head a little bit to the left so that it failed to impale him through the neck. He gasped sharply, before she heard him gulp audibly.
“You’re welcome, my little pony~” She cooed, before kneeing him in the balls so hard he screamed like a little child who’d dropped his ice cream on the pavement. He went limp, and she used the opportunity to pull her arm free of the other stunned guard, swinging it back around to backhand him across the jaw and sending him crashing off the side of her bed.
That left her alone with the crying male, who was now hissing to himself as he tried not to move to much and cause his bruised balls to swing about more - tough luck -, she promptly shoved him by the chest off her to the side, sending him crashing onto the luxurious carpet on the other side of the bed. It gave her a few, precious seconds to breathe and think, before doing what she did best.
No, it wasn’t the ability to survive seven days of Parliament in one sitting, or deliver a filibuster that essentially starved out everypony in the room into submission. It was, in her earlier years, her warmaking capability that defined her, and her country in the years to come, and the moment she slid from the bed and onto the floor, she would show these little fools what a massive mistake they had made for daring such a dramatic night raid in her part of the palace.
Standing at full height, she was a tad taller than the three of them, and she was certainly stronger as well, even if she didn’t pack all the chiselled muscle these commandos were built out of. She towered over the one she had flung into the bookshelf, more concerned of the compilation of worn scrolls her dear student had sent her over the years than the groaning male below her, before she gasped as a pair of mighty, muscular arms looped around her and trapped her in a full-nelson. The fiend on the ground, having played possum, leaped up and dodged a mighty, brick wall-busting kick from the Princess, before driving his fist into the pit of her lightly toned stomach with all his might, making his clenched knuckles dig in deep and bust her belly to great effect.
“WUNNNMMMGGGFF!” Celestia groaned as air rushed from her lungs, making her bob violently and causing her breasts, cock and balls to bounce about lewdly. She gasped for air, only to choke on it as the second fist crashed into her stomach...then the third, fourth, fifth and sixth, her stomach exploding with pain as she was beaten down upon, making her knees tremble a little as she was forced to take such a violent combo in such a short time. She launched another kick at the cretin, only for him to grab her leg and drive his elbow into her thigh, making her yowl.
“Agggh, you ungrateful little whorses…” Celestia groaned as the duo chuckled at her, the one behind her having the balls to bite her neck roughly, making her moan. “You d-do know I’m going easy on you, right?” She growled, onto to screech as the one in front of her kneed her in the balls, flattening them momentarily and grinding his knee into her crotch.
“Princess Luna mentioned you wouldn’t fight back that hard...seeing that you’re turned on by the whole thing.” He sneered, punching her in the gut again and making her groan.
He was quite handsome, young as well; likely one of the devout, loyal recruits that had proven himself in the rather arduous selection process. Ripped, too; he was very, very easy on the eyes, muscles glistening with sweat and cock bouncing with raw studliness as he carried out his goddess’ commands. Celestia would have certainly enjoyed him, had she not been pestered with the mind-numbing pain she was being subjected to.
Luna, the arrogant little pain-slut, was likely watching the entire debacle through a series of enchanted objects around the room...Celestia didn’t know which they could be, but she’d always guessed it was the plastic pineapple she received for Hearth’s Warming, or the shampoo bottle with contents that never quite seemed to ever finish. Either way, she wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of watching her elder sister be left a mess on the ground, tongue out and utterly devastated by the combination of combat and barely consensual sex.
She opened her mouth, only to be bitch slapped by the overconfident male, before being kicked in the back of her standing knee. She groaned, crashing to the ground, only to be held up by the other male again. She huffed, losing her patience as the batpony dangled his cock above her head, occasionally slapping her across the face with it. Oh, how she wished to bite the fool, but it would been absolutely horrid for employee morale...and, seeing that even the batponies were subject to a government contract, veteran’s pension and all, she held back further...and got herself a mouthful of cock for her divine mercy. She grunted and huffed, cheeks bulging as he moved his hips about, trying to get a nice, comfortable spot where he could ram down into.
Not one to be humiliated so, she pulled her head backwards and out of his cock so skillfully and fast that she managed to smash the back of her head into the fool’s nose behind her, making him yelp as his sensitive snout took a bashing. The hold loosened, and she smiled, before driving a manicured finger right up the sensitive tailhole of the handsome guard towering above her. His smug little grin turned into a look of pathetic terror, before he was promptly shoved onto his back. “Playtime’s over! I need a good night’s rest for a long day tomorrow, so it’s game over for all of you!” She growled, pouncing him after he rolled onto his belly, trying to crawl away.
A big mistake on his part; he’d exposed himself and his most defenceless part of his body, and he would pay the price upon the feeling of the Princess’ heated cock on his violated tailhole. She growled, looping her arm around his neck and putting him into a chokehold the same time she pushed hard with her hips, prying his ass apart with the might and girth of her divine cock, making him all but mewl while his partner looked on in terror. Being pounded by a goddess was something they’d trained for, but Luna could never match Celestia’s might, and she might as well have had been rutting him through the carpet and into the floor of the palace as she thrust into him, making him cry out as he was stretched to within an inch of a trip to the corpsman.
“Huff...huff…” Celestia grunted as the guard behind her rushed in to save his compatriot, prying her hands loose from behind, a feat only made possible from the sweat that had been dripping from their bodies, making it difficult to grasp onto his neck as he writhed about. She was put into a chokehold of her own, tasting her own bitter medicine as two muscular, bulging arms wrapped around her slender throat, choking her even as she railed the poor guard under her, ramming into him with her cock and the power of a raging bull. She didn’t even notice the guard she had ballbusted in the corner getting back up and rushing to join the fray, or the guard behind her trying to take aim and plunge his aching, needy cock into her godly behind.
*CRACK*
The sound of bone on bone echoed through the room as a fist smacked against her jaw, dazing her as she struggled to look up at her assailant. Clearly, he wasn’t pleased with being kneed in the crotch, and before she could sneer at him, her jaw dropped open as her tailhole was stretched with a mighty, throbbing shaft; the eternally tight, divine and marvelous rear being ravaged and violated with mortal cock. The opportunity wasn’t to be wasted, and with relative ease, the cock of the other batpony filled her open mouth and throat….and then the pounding began.
No words needed to be exchanged, save the furious grunts, moans, whimpers and groans. The sound of wet slapping and the lewd squish and squirt of gushing fluids was the most eminent noise in the decadent room. Her nightgown, long ripped to shreds and discarded in the corner, was to be honored for being witness and part of such a vicious, sexually-charged three-on-one battle, and the guards would have been merited for taking on a goddess...but anything beyond that would have been impossible; the indomitable Celestia was no mere slut on the street to be conquered.
“Aaahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!!!” The guard being anally violated by Celestia was the first to go, the sheer act of being dominated and pounded by a goddess a far cry from what he’d been rigorously trained to handle. His cock, sandwiched between his abs and the carpet floor, began to spurt pathetically, creaming the carpet with long, heavy ropes of seed that stained the velvet-red with pearly white. He went limp even as Celestia continued to pound him, anally-raping his tight, soldier-ly tailhole while reverse humping her opponent who’s cock was now effectively trapped in her rear.
It wasn’t him fucking her, it was vice-versa, and she made it very clear from the way she was gripping his cock. The fuck-shaft being rammed down her throat was of no trouble, either, despite the increasing irritation that made her eyes water. The battle of wills was just as difficult as the battle to hold on as, despite all the choking and glurking, the wily Princess was using her tongue to ravage that cock, driving him to the edge and making his eyes roll up to the back of his head as he came violently, squealing as cum gushed from his aching cock tip and down her throat. She swallowed with ease, this being a mare who could down several barrels of cider in record time, and by the time he was done trembling, he fell backwards onto the carpet with a dull thump, spent.
The other male, by now, was simply trying his best to hold on for his dear life as the Princessly pounding began to take it’s toll on him. Minutes passed, and the fool was a frothing mess as he hung limply over the Princess’ back, trembling as he too was brought to a vicious orgasm, unable to enjoy the sweet, sweet honor of being able to pump his seed into the ass of a goddess. He filled her up to the point that the remainder was spurting out from between the tight confines of his cock and her ass, before it went limp and slid free of her. He collapsed on the ground as well, leaving the Princess to finish up her dirty deed, screaming as she came, erupting with the power of a hose as the filled the poor male up with divine cream. The rest exploded from his ass and splattered across the floor multiple times with every jerk of her cock and every gush of her cum. He whimpered on the ground, drooling with his tongue out as the Princess trembled across his back...and he all but moaned loudly when she pulled out of him, her cock finally softening down for the first time since the beginning of the tussle.
With a loud, satisfied sigh, she stood and raised her arms with pride, before shuffling over back to bed and crashing into it so hard it creaked. “Silly...silly boys.” She wheezed. Good goddess, she was out of shape. “Thinking you can take on a goddess. What in the world were you-” She turned, only to see that they were gone, leaving behind naught but sweat and cum stains where the valiant battle had taken place, and the destroyed nightgown. “...thinking…”
Blue fire singed her mane as it exploded in front of her face, making her squeak as she tumbled off the bed, finding herself staring at the ceiling as a scroll levitated in front of her.
“To my dearest sister…” She read, before rolling her eyes. “...I understand that you’d not have a good wake up call in centuries since I was unfortunately away from you during my tenure on the moon.” She blinked, continuing to read. “It would be good to revive our little...habit..of sending a good morning to each other, once in a while...and within reason. I will be awake tomorrow morn, if only to see you sit through your Parliamentary session. With love, Luna.”
Celestia dropped the letter and rubbed her aching ass. “Damn it.”
