Celestia, alicorn demigod and princess of the sun, walked out from the steamy bathroom. Eyes closed, she toweled off her ethereal mane, inexplicably drying it’s non-corporeal, shimmering essence. The dim light of the poorly lit hotel room bathed over her nude form. She was in many senses, a goddess. Her curvaceous body, from neatly pedicured toes to ample, heaving bosoms, was, by many standards, perfect. Alabaster fur covered nearly every inch of her frame, save for a few select places. Sparkling, mauve eyes peered out, inspecting the area, as the princess strode forth. Under normal circumstances, a dingy hotel would be no place to find royalty, yet here she was. Strutting over to the bed, her breasts swaying and pillowy ass jiggling ever so slightly, the alicorn seated herself on the mattress. Laying back, she sighed, one impeccably manicured hand gliding over her massive tits, down her soft abdomen, and to supple mound of flesh that was her marehood. She bit her lip, feeling her fingers graze the tender entrance at her loins, as she began to casually pleasure herself. The action was done with a certain amount of banal blasé, almost as if Celestia were waiting for something, or someone.

After a mere handful of moments, there came a heavy handed knocking at the door, causing the princess to slowly sit up while ceasing her self-service. “It’s open,” she called out, an expectant look on her face as she gazed at the entryway. The door opened and two hulking figures stomped into the room.

The pair of zebra stallions, each nearly a head taller than her, surveyed the area until their eyes rested upon the nude alicorn atop the bed. Each of them wore a pair of jeans and T-Shirt, concealing their figures beneath the baggy clothing. Spying the princess, they bumped fists while grinning widely, clearly pleased with what they’d stumbled across.

“Please,” Celestia began, beckoning them forward with a single moist digit, “your names.”

“Kirare,” answered one, an oversized mohawk atop his head.

“Betel,” responded the other, long black and white streaked dreadlocks hanging over the side of his face and down his back.

“Gentlemen,” the princess cooed, grabbing each stallion by the waist band and pulling one to each side of herself, “have you ever bedded an alicorn?” She looked up at them as they slowly shook their heads’ from side to side. “Well then,” she purred, “I’m humbled that you’d service a lowly princess such as myself.” Tugging each of their pants down to the floor, Celestia’s eyes widened at what she’d revealed. Each of the zebras was packing a long, coal black cock. If she hadn’t known any better, she could have sworn they were twins, equally endowed with nearly a foot of flaccid dong and pair of low hanging, hefty balls. “Oh my,” she whispered, gently stroking their lengths, one in each hand, “such fine specimens.”

Grabbing each of the zebras around the head of their dicks, Celestia lightly tugged them closer. Angling their appendages upward towards her face, she brought her snout to their blunt tips. Giving each a cursory sniff, the princess kissed them each in turn before looking up at them. To her amazement, they were already beginning to disrobe, stripping off their tops before casting them aside. Thick, rippling muscle adorned the pair, and the black stripes upon their white coats, or was it white stripes upon black coats, slid over their chiseled physiques. It nearly brought a tear to her eye, such fine, adonic like stallions, gracing her with their presence. “So,” she muttered, eyes flitting between the pair of massive equines, “who wants to go first?”

Without a word, Kirare shoved his friend to the side, sending Betel toppling over as the other zebra tripped on his pants. “First we gotta do a little somethin'. Do it with all the mares before we blow a load in ‘em,” he chuckled, fishing into his trousers and retrieving a pair of permanent markers. Tossing one to Betel, who sat cursing sotfly on the floor, he held the other aloft. “Lay back, we’re gonna pretty you up,” he continued, uncapping the felt tipped instrument.

Celestia nodded, sprawling onto her back and closing her eyes. It wasn’t long before she felt the two of them begin their work, tracing the markers over her body. The stallions were surprisingly gentle, lifting her arms and legs as they drew along her naked body, carefully flipping her over to complete their endeavor on her backside before concluding. It tickled a little, causing her to giggle as they traced around her nipples, over her plump pussy, and between her supple thighs.

“There,” Betel flatly stated, causing the princess to open her eyes, “go have a look, slut.”

Gracefully, the alicorn rolled to the side of the bed, getting to her feet as she sauntered over to a standing mirror hanging on one side of the room. Celestia held a hand to her mouth, a light gasp escaping her lips as she peered at her reflection. Crudely drawn stripes and derogatory text adorned her body. Words like ‘slut’ and ‘royal cum dumpster’ were scrawled over her chest and thighs. A large arrow was painted on her abdomen, pointing to her crotch, with the phrase ‘foal factory’ written above it. It was lewd, it was terribly inconsiderate and rude, but most of all, it was extremely hot.

“Well boys,” Celestia said, stepping back to the bed, seating herself on its surface before rolling onto her back and splaying her legs, “who wants to put a bun in this oven?” She was sopping wet at this point, feeling a trail nectar leaking from her marehood glide down the cleft of her ass cheeks. The princess was sure, regardless of the zebras’ skill or carnal prowess, that they’d put on one hell of a show. Flexing her pelvic muscles, the alicorn winked at them, giving the pair a look at her rosey red, silken interior as her clit bulged forth enticingly.

Kirare shuffled onto the bed, on his knees, between the alicorn’s thighs. Celestia looked down at the mohawked zebra as he held his member in one hand, teasingly running it across her snatch, its dark flesh standing in stark contrast to her white fur. Unfortunately, she was only able to enjoy the view for a brief moment. Before she knew it, Betel was crept into view, straddling her torso and positioning his length between her tits. The tip of the dreadlocked stallion’s equipment rested just in front of her snout, filling her nostrils with the pungent scent of the male’s sweat. Cupping one breast in each hand, she sandwiched Betel’s prick, massaging its length with her mammaries while she affectionately licked and kissed its head, all the while looking up at him with heavily lidded eyes.

The princess groaned slightly as Kirare penetrate her, his fat cock pressing past her swollen and tender lips to plumb the depths of her sex. Celestia’s reverie was short lived however, as a pair of hands snaked through her mane to grasp the back of her head. Betel, unwilling to be left out, clutched the princess’s hair and pulled her forward, pressing the flared tip of his member past her lips and into her muzzle. Humming gleefully, Celestia obliged, running her tongue over his velvety length while continuing to provide the virile male additional stimulation with her bosoms. The zebras chuckled, content with the alicorn’s ministrations. In tandem, they began to thrust, Betel sloppily making use of the mare’s mouth while Zirare pistoned into her eager cunt.

Taking a deep breath, and relaxing her throat, Celestia allowed the stallion above her to enter her airway. She made sure to be as obscene as possible, audibly gagging and slurping on the onyx appendage, slathering it, and her face, with saliva and the zebra’s pre-cum. Digging her heels into the mattress, the princess lifted her hips, spurning Kirare to fuck her harder. Taking the hint, the stallion ravaging her marehood; grabbed his partner’s legs and scooting forward to allow himself to deep dick the lusty alicorn. Between her juices, and his own leaking prick, the mohawked zebra was soon rutting Celestia with reckless abandon, his stallionhood sliding in and out of her like a well greased piston. The princess constricted her carnal canal, attempting to maximize her partner’s efforts as she continued to fellate Betel.

Truly, if anyone were to observe the scene, they’d be somewhat taken aback. Princess Celestia, the motherly and demure diarch of Equestria, wantonly servicing two stallions in a seedy hotel. Her partners grunting as they used her body like some shameless toy, unwilling or unable to view her as anything but an instrument for their own pleasure. Such a thing would be thought nigh impossible, yet here they were. The alicorn demigod blithely allowing herself to be used by these two zebras.

Feeling Betel’s length begin to throb in her throat, Celestia pulled her head back, allowing the slick member to slip from her maw. Hungrily kissing its fat head, and making sure to run her tongue around his sensitive opening, she stroked it with both hands. Fortunately, the dreadlocked zebra took the hint, cruelly pressing her breasts together as he tit fucked her. “Mark your whore,” the alicorn breathed longingly, awaiting what was to come. She looked up at his sweat streaked features. The first blast of his jizz caught her off guard, causing her to squeak as her face and mane were painted by his hot and sticky spunk. Squeezing his girthy cock, she milked it for all its worth, opening her mouth to catch some meager portion of his seed while she was covered like a pastry strudel. Unceremoniously, Betel hopped off her chest, standing besides the bed as he idly cranked his dick in one hand, watching as his friend continued to plow the mare.

Kirare grunted furiously, his motions losing any semblance of rhythm as his hips became a blur of motion. Pulling the alicorn to him, the zebra hilted himself in her marehood, unleashing a guttural growl as he unloaded a tide of jizz within her. Celestia mewled and writhed, feeling his equipment grind against her cervix as it bathed her insides with potent seed. The stallion stayed for a moment, ensuring that his load was expended within the princess, before pulling out and hopping off the mattress.

“Hands and knees bitch,” Kirare wheezed, slapping one of the mare’s chubby thighs and prompting her to move.

Obediently, the princess did as she was told, rolling to her side before getting on all fours like an animal. The pair of zebras flanked her rump, prying her supple cheeks apart and watching as a deluge of cum leaked from her abused pussy. Of course, Celestia aided with their efforts, bearing down and squeezing out as much as she could, giggling like a filly as the fluid ran down her legs and gushed out of her sex. Without preamble, Betel shoved his friend aside, quickly grabbing the pony by the waist and lining up the tip of his now turgid length with her sex. The alicorn’s wings fluttered, and a throaty moan escaped her lips, as he slammed forward, filling her cunt with his vascular stallionhood. As well lubricated and used as her snatch was, there was virtually no resistance at all, allowing Betel to hilt himself in one savage movement.

Celestia looked down, between her swaying bosoms, as Betel pounded her cunt. The bed shifted slightly, drawing her attention, as Kirare eased himself onto the mattress. Looking back up, the other zebra held his member expectantly, its length coated with her nectar and gobbets of his cum.

“Well?” Kirare began, smearing his stallionhood across her already messy face. “Clean it bitch,” he continued, prodding her mouth and smearing himself on her face.

Closing her eyes, the princess’s jaw opened, her tongue lolling out. Of course, what sort of female would leave such a powerful and impeccably sculpted male in such a filthy state. Sliding forward, and wrapping his fingers around her horn, the mohawked zebra started using the alicorn’s mouth and throat. Celestia’s lips mopped the cocktail of fluids from his length, the flavor of their combined juices dancing over her palate. Salty, savory, sweet, and sour, the taste was exquisite, like a gourmet meal; truly a dish fit for a princess.

Betel continued, grabbing the alicorn’s tail as he rutted her. His waist hammered against her pillowy backside, sending ripples across her cushy posterior and sending her body rocking with each impact. The zebra’s stallionhood plunged deep within the princess with every stroke, his heavy nuts smacking against her winking clit as he brutally fucked her. Every thrust sent her forward, driving more of Kirare’s shaft down Celestia’s gullet.

The mohawked stallion wasn’t taking his job lightly either, humping the alicorn’s face as he pleasured himself. Nonchalantly, the Kirare caressed her throat, feeling it bulge outward with each forward movement. Celestia gagged and sputtered below him, but he was pretty sure she didn’t mind, judging from the prodigious wing boner she was sporting. Grabbing her by the head, he slammed himself home, hilting himself in her muzzle and causing her to convulse slightly. The zebra gulped, a bead of nervous sweat creeping down his temple as he noticed her apparent discomfort. Looking up, he nodded to his friend, signalling the other zebra that they’d better wrap up.

“I hope you’re ready for this litter of zebra foals you slut,” Betel barked, picking up speed as he jackhammered the alicorn’s drooling cunt. With one final buck of his hips, he buried himself in the princess, roaring as he came. His balls retracted, sending wave after wave of sticky seed to her womb. Kirare soon followed suit, wincing and gritting his teeth as he deposited his load into the princess’s stomach. Amazingly, the mare’s abdomen, already containing a copious amount of the zebras’ nut, bloated outward slightly as the pair of stallions contributed to their mate’s stomach and uterus respectively.

Celestia gulped down as much as she could but, try as she might, she just wasn’t able to contain it all. A string of cum went sailing out of her nose and a few strands of the viscous, gooey substance spurted from her lips, dangling from her chin as the tide subsided. As Kirare withdrew, she coughed weakly, catching her breath and heaving air into her oxygen starved lungs. She groaned as Betel pulled out, her marehood left gaping and oozing spunk. Acting quickly, she flipped onto her back, the stallions walking to either side of her to smear her torso with their sticky cocks. Spreading her legs, and holding one in each hand behind her head, she allowed the contents of her snatch to seep forth, pooling over the mattress and dripping to the floor below.

“Well, you two,” the alicorn chuckled, looking between the pair of stallions, “it really seems like you made a royal mess of things.” The trio laughed, leaving Celestia to give an unassuming wink at the camera hovering just in front of her thoroughly used and excessively fluid slick snatch. She waited for a moment, her blissful smile slowly fading to one of derision and outright disgust. “Cut!” she barked, spryly rolling from the bed and getting to her feet.

The two zebras stepped back, giving the princess room. They watched as blazing green energy cascaded over her, revealing what, and who, she really was. The plumage of her wings disappeared, her alabaster fur dissolved away in sorcerous light, and her brilliant mauve eyes were quickly replaced by the piercing cat-like pupils of their queen. Kirare and Betel soon dropped the act, shifting back to their natural changeling forms. They were two of the very few from the hive who hadn’t succumbed to the sickeningly sweet, siren’s song of reformation, preferring to remain ne'er do wells and, in so doing, keeping their original black, chitinous appearances.

As for the queen, even after being foiled time and time again by the pastel equines of the land, she persisted in her efforts of domination. With Thorax, the idiotic doormat of an insect, ruling the changelings, Chrysalis had still attempted to reap sweet revenge upon the ponies which had wronged her, yet even then, she’d failed repeatedly. Refusing to reform, detesting the brightly colored bug moose her followers had become after embracing a life of love and friendship, she did the next best thing, she’d become a porn star. Her talents, as well as her haughty and domineering outlook, lent her immeasurable appeal in the adult film industry. Thus, she bided her time, fucking ponies to get by while plotting her vengeance.

“If you ever gag me on that pathetic fuck stick you call a prick again, I’ll see to it that you’re locked in chastity and made the next star in an actual zebra domination film you lout,” Chrysalis growled, casting a baleful gaze in Kirare’s direction. If there was one thing she hated, besides that detestable Starlight Glimmer and her band of simpering pastel idiots, it was having some nit of a stallion unexpectedly jam their equipment down her throat. It wasn’t like she couldn’t handle it, it’s just that she was the one who controlled the cocks on set, whether she was wielding them or not. “You get all that?” she called out, looking towards the bathroom.

“Y...yes Ma’am,” a stallion stammered from inside the lavatory. Sheepishly, her little pegasus helper appeared, iPon in hand. Though he wasn’t a unicorn, unable to control the remote cameras with magic, he’d had the forethought to program the devices to follow pre-programmed flight patterns, piloting one through the handheld device for close ups and dynamic shots. Chrysalis had asked him the day before to set up the scene and, of course, he’d agreed like an eager puppy. She was, in his eyes, perfect in every way; strong, controlling, drop dead sexy, and most importantly, she was the only villain Equestria had who hadn’t reformed, been vaporized, or disappeared from existence.

“There’s a good boy,” the queen cooed, easing herself back down on the bed and parting her thighs. “Be a Dear and come clean me up,” she snickered, patting her crotch and prompting the pegasus to scamper over. Dutifully, the pony stallion knelt down before her, bringing his face to her leaking groin. Contracting her innards, the changeling matriarch released the mingled spunk of her two partners; her marehood virtually erupting, coating the pegasus’s face in an explosive display. Chrysalis cackled in delight as Spot began fervently lapping at her sex, slurping down the cum and changeling fluids as he dug his tongue into her silken folds. In truth, she had no idea what his name was, opting to simply call him Spot. The name seemed fitting, given his dog-like loyalty and devotion to serving her. Retrieving the iPon from his hands, she reviewed the footage. They’d had three stationary cameras set in the room as well as the remote controlled one. Between the quartet of recordings, the scene was damn near perfect, if she did say so herself, which she did.

“So…” Betel whined, fidgeting nervously, “can I do my thing now?”

“Ugh...Fine,” Chrysalis groaned, extending a leg in the drone’s direction. She watched as he leapt upon it with gusto, kissing her foot while running his tongue around her toes. The queen had met stallion’s like him before, utterly and completely fetishizing something that was, under any normal circumstances, benign. It really didn’t bother her much, seeing as how Betel had performed adequately during their session. With a zealous pegasus eating her marehood, and an over eager changeling worshiping her foot, she reclined, sighing contentedly. Everything was coming together just perfectly.

Some short time ago, Chrysalis had concocted a rather diabolical plan while lounging in her studio trailer. Though the goal of overthrowing Equestria, crowning herself the queen of the land in the process, was a lofty and nigh unattainable pursuit; plotting and executing a ruthless smear campaign against the ruling party was certainly within her reach. She’d known Kirare for some time, seeing as how he worked in the same industry as she, and had met Betel at a public event, the drone unabashedly praising her, as he put it, ‘godly soles and cute little toesies’. Spot, of course, was simply happy to spend any amount of time near her and she was pretty sure the pegasus would follow her through the fires of Tartarus if it came down to it.

“So, what now?” Kirare asked, trying not to outright stare at the pair of stallions as they shamelessly got off while servicing the queen. Her earlier threat, regarding having him star in a zebra fic, was, in fact, counter productive. Though he could, and did, perform with females on a somewhat regular basis, he was far more comfortable on set while disguised as his alter ego; Bug Bite, the effeminate twink who wanted nothing more than to have the biggest tool on set jackhammering his backside. Still, he respected Chrysalis for everything that she was, both on and off the clock.

“Now,” Chrysalis murmured, looking up at the changeling while Spot and Betel lavished her while jacking off, “you and Betel never take the forms of those zebras again. Burn the clothes and come up with an alibi for your evening.” Tapping the pegasus on the head, she drew Spot’s attention, though his muzzle was still firmly pressed against her pussy. “And you, once you’ve blown your cute little load all over the carpet, you’ll be helping me edit this to upload it to Clophub,” she explained.

“You know, if Celestia, the real Celestia, finds out you were behind this, you’re done for,” Kirare commented, a bit anxious about being an accessory to the defamation of the eldest princess in the land. If their plan fell apart, he’d likely get thrown in the slammer with all those big, muscle bound, well hung stallions. On second thought, even if they were caught, maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.

Betel squirmed, moaning around Chrysalis’s big toe as he blew his second load of the day, spraying his changeling spunk over the carpet. The queen may not have known it, but she’d inadvertently stepped on him in the old hive when he was a grub, inadvertently sewing the seeds of podophilia in the young lad which had only grown worse as time passed. Tenderly giving her foot one last kiss, he leaned in close. “Until we meet again,” he reverently whispered to the extremity before standing back up.

Losing patience with the two changeling lackies, Chrysalis waved them away. “Go, just remember that none of this happened because, I assure you, the authorities’ punishment will pale in comparison to what I’ll do to you should you fuck this up,” she growled, causing Betel to swallow nervously and Kirare, the masochistic cad, to bit his lip. Thankfully, they did as they were told, shifting into the forms of nondescript ponies before disappearing out the door and into the night. Looking down between her legs, the queen sighed. Spot, the dear little thing, was still kissing her marehood. Every trace of cum had been removed and, she had to admit, it was sparkling clean and picturesque given how thoroughly used it had recently been. “Spot,” she breathed, drawing the pony’s attention, “you deserve a reward. Stand up.”

The pegasus complied, hopping up to his feet with his equine dong bobbing before her. He still hadn’t gotten off, far too fixated on bathing his mistress’s loins with his tongue. “Yes, m...m...ma’am?” he asked, anxiously wringing his hands.

“You have proven yourself a moderately capable minion, even with your disability of being a pony. As such, I’ll allow you, just this once, to feed me,” Chrysalis formally intoned. “But,” she tutted, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “if anyone, and I mean anyone, hears about this, they’ll never find your body.” Her words, though menacing and cold, caused a bead of pre-cum to form at the end of the pegasus’s stallionhood. Spot nodded emphatically, sputtering incoherently as he promised that he’d sooner die than betray her. “Good,” the queen mused, “now, as for that feeding.”

Chrysalis leaned in, opening her mouth and allowing her serpent-like tongue to loll over her fangs as she encroached upon the presented member. No sooner had her lip grazed the tip, then Spot came. The pegasus’s effeminate whimpering filled her ear as his creamy load flew into her maw, although some of it also spattered over her face and hair. Though she reared back at the unintended insult, it was enough love to keep her going for a while; the meager meal being comparable to a soup and salad course for a regular pony. Chrysalis was, after all, still an unreformed changeling, requiring love to survive, and, unfortunately, contributions from fellow bug-horses didn’t quite cut it. “Well then sport, good try,” she grunted, her deadpan expression perfectly capturing her rather low opinion of his lackluster performance. The queen, finished with her meal, proceeded to the lavatory. “I’m going to shower, start on that editing,” she flippantly called over her shoulder, pulling the bathroom door shut behind her.

It didn’t take Chrysalis long to clean up, scrubbing off the slimy jizz from her obsidian hide as warm water cascaded over her. Even though she’d never admit it, Spot actually did a decent job at cleaning her marehood, his tongue having scraped her insides virtually spotless. Hopping out of the shower, her un-enhanced C-cup tits jiggling slightly as she went, the queen strutted back to the bed. It looked like her faithful assistant was already busy with cobbling together portions from the four recordings. Noticing her approach, the pegasus slid a second laptop in her direction.

“I’ve already set it up to run through a tor server,” the stallion noted, fixated upon his work, “all you have to do is make a few burner accounts for the upload.”

The changeling matriarch set to task, accessing multiple porn sites as well as a handful of the less structured, nefarious forums. It didn’t take her long to set up things on her end, resigning herself to play solitaire while awaiting the finished video. The only sound in the room was that of fingers ticking away at keys. Having lost track of time, and after switching from cards to mahjong, the queen felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking over, the pegasus held out a thumb drive.

“All ready Ma’am,” Spot muttered, offering the USB stick to her.

Snatching it from his hand, Chrysalis jammed it into her laptop, quickly transferring the finalized video. Opening the tab on her browser for Clophub, her finger hovered over the upload button. Taking a breath, she confirmed the action, her smile broadening as the file transfer bar crept towards completion. As soon as the video was life, she uploaded it to a second site, and then a third and fourth, not stopping until it was in nearly a dozen places. She sighed contentedly, leaning back and closing the portable PC. Chrysalis knew it may take some time to gain traction but, once word spread that there was a sex tape of Celestia fucking two random stallions in a hotel, the damage would be done.

“N...now what?” the timid pegasus asked, shutting down his laptop and looking to his mistress for guidance.

“Now, we wait. Go home, rest, and remember to come up with an alibi to cover your ass for where you were this evening,” Chrysalis replied, getting to her feet and retrieving the clothes she’d stashed in the night stand. Adorning herself in the apparel, a simple shirt and skirt, she shifted into the form of an unassuming unicorn mare. “Scrub those before you leave,” she demanded, pointing to the pair of computers before walking to the exit and casually departing.

Spot immediately began doing as he was told, reformatting the laptops and erasing any digital trace of the crime they’d just committed. He’d do anything for her and she knew it. Although he was a little nervous about defacing a princess, he knew that everything would work out in the end. As the data was expunged from the two computers, the pegasus pulled out his phone. Opening Spasm, a popular adult streaming site, he noticed that Crescent Cat 6969 was live. Idly having a clop while watching the midnight blue pegasus game in the nude, he waited. With any luck, Chrysalis’s plan would go off without a hitch...