Royal Romp: Part Three (Where the clop happens)

        >”Can I ask you something, auntie?” You nod, “Have you ever dreamed of what could've been? If things had played out differently?” You don't need to mull it over much.

        “We are no stranger to wishing things were different.”

        >Anon sighs, “Such dreams have been haunting me greatly, and given your power over the dreams of others I must ask...” He pauses, muttering to himself if it was proper to even ask for something from you. You don't speak up though, letting the emperor decide for himself, “Is there a way to forget? To stop dreaming entirely?” You didn't like the sound of that request.

        “You wish to stop dreaming entirely?”

        >The emperor draws circles in the ground as he retorts, “I know it is a strange request, however all that occupies my mind these days are what I have been denied. I would like a silent sleep for once, free of the visions and nightmares that have been plaguing me.”

        “Surely you have some pleasant dreams?”

        >”I do not consider them pleasant dreams, auntie,” He sighs audibly, “One night, that's all I ask. One night to forget everything. No Seleucia, no changelings, no marriage, no Equestria... just a quiet evening under the stars, no longer fearing sleep, if only for a moment,” You can tell from the sound of his voice he wants this, to deny himself the dreaming entirely, even if only for one night.

        “Just one night?”

        >He dips his head, “One night,” In spite of the short run, you found yourself hesitating. It went deeper than just denying dreams, it would also be denying him sleep. He would awake the next morning totally exhausted, as if he didn't sleep at all. However the look on his face broadcast that he didn't care about the consequences of this, he just wanted one peaceful night.

        “Well... we suppose we could comply. However this is a one-time thing!”

        >”I am ready,” He says rather excitedly, “What must be done?” You shuffle your hooves.

        “'Tis is a simple task... just lean forward and close your eyes.”

        >The emperor immediately complies, completely trusting your words. Should you? Really? Ponies have gone insane from lack of sleep. But looking at his eager face now, seeing how much he wanted this himself, you had no other choice. You complied, only to please your nephew. You tapped his horn with yours, and sucked out the essence that granted him the ability to dream... or rest for that matter. But as you pulled away, you didn't see the emperor as you knew him, for that split second, you saw something else entirely.

        >A weeping animal, feral and slobbering, its tear-filled eyes seeping with dark magic. The image quickly dissipates, and you are once again greeted with the sight of the emperor. You decide to keep the image close, but neglect to say anything. If it was prophetic in any regard, then Anon's destructive potential as an enemy to Equestria and the Crystal Empire may yet be realized.

        “Just one night.”

        >Anon opens his eyes, looking confused, “I don't feel any different...” He looks at you, “You're certain you-”

        “Absolutely, against our better judgment we have denied you the ability to dream the next time you sleep.”

        >You see several things on his face. First shock, then a tint of disbelief, then rationalization, trust, and finally glee. He starts chuckling, then a pause, and then he breaks into mirthful laughter, “Hahahaha! Ahahahahaha~! I have been blessed this day!” You really wouldn't call it that at all, a curse was far more appropriate given the ramifications of this going on for more than a day.

        “So what will you do now?”

        >”I don't know,” Anon responds calmly, “I'm really excited, so I'll probably just get wasted so I can fall asleep faster,” That was an interesting response.

        “So... how are you going to get wasted?”

        >The young emperor leans in conspiratorially, “Between you and me, I purchased some... contraband during my visit to Ponyville,” You can't help but raise a brow.

        “Is that so? Who is your source?”

        >”It would be rude to tell. It may not be as strong as the stuff back home, but apparently it's the best you lightweights have,” Was the response, “And I would appreciate it if you would join me, I must thank you for lifting such a burden from me, if only temporarily,” Your face flushes bashfully.

        “'Tis nothing! Y-your gratitude is enough”

        >Anon scoffs, “Nonsense, I must thank you as only a Seleucid can.”

        “Consume copious amounts of alcohol until we pass out?”

        >”Precisely,” You wanted to protest, but seeing him so cheery overrode that desire.

        >And so Anon got you to take him up on his 'get wasted' party/get-together thing. From what you were told, it would be only you two, and a lot of alcohol. You were nervous, you'd never drank before, and the emperor would surely want you to give it a shot.

        >This night could only go horribly wrong.

 

        >”And then she says: 'That's why they call it the bloodworks'!” The emperor starts laughing madly, like his story was the funniest thing in existence.

        “We did not find it so amusing... in fact if anything it was rather morbid. How did this giant scorpion rape the stallion without-”

        >”It didn't use its tail, auntie. The scorpions have this very large-” He pauses to take a swig of hard-cider, “-serrated penis-thing. I call it that because it's not used for copulation, in reality it's an egg tube!” You cock your head, still brutally confused.

        “But how does that integrate with the rest of the story.”

        >Anon snickers, “We didn't know the little bastard was going to be eaten from the inside out until he had a big hole in his gut, and then you have a bunch of ornery little scorpion babies-” You had to interrupt again. This story took an hour to tell, and aside from the very clear 'You had to have been there to get it' you still tried to make sense of it.

        “And somehow this all culminates into a mass menstrual bleeding in a gladiator arena?”

        >The young emperor slaps his thigh in amusement, “Exactly!” You frown.

        “That is disgusting.”

        >”You wouldn't be saying that if you were there...” He pauses, “Oh wait, maybe you would. Mare and all,” He trails off drunkenly. You find yourself fuming as you take another shot of cider.

        “Do you forget we are a mare?!”

        >Anon laughs, “No!” He whines in amusement, “Just I can't really imagine you dealing with such things,” You feel an enraged blush manifesting.

        “You do not think we suffer mare-problems?!”

        >He starts cracking up at the sight of your growing rage, “Okay, okay, if you're going to get this pissy I'll say you're a mare!” You growl.

        “But you still think otherwise!”

        >He gives you a stern look, but it somewhat fails due to his tinted cheeks and lidded eyes, “You can't change how a stallion thinks, all you can do is change what they say and lie about what they think,” That... that was dumb. You should tell him that.

        “That is dumb.”

        >Swig.

        “You are dumb.”

        >Anon laughs as he pours another mug, “Is that a fact? Did you raise an empire from nothing?” You shake your head, “Did you unite pirates and murderers and other ne'er-do-wells under your banner?” Another shake.

        “No.”

        >”Then who are you to question my intellectual integrity?” He takes another drink, “Who are you to call me a dumb?! Not even my worst enemies had the audacity to called me a dumb!” He was starting to slur a little, that was a given considering he had just downed his first barrel not too long ago and was well into his second. You on the other hoof had been using this dinky little shot glass you had lying around from your rebellious days. You pussied out every time you tried to drink alcohol, but for some reason the emperor's company encouraged you to live a little.

        >”Okay let's play a game now,” The young emperor starts only to trail off, lifting himself off the ground and stumbling off to your closet.

        “We do not have any games to speak of emper... emprah.”

        >“AHA!” Anon returns with a board game, Molopony, a gift from Pinkie, “This is the perfect game of stit and wrategy!” A pause, “Wit and Stratego!” He opens the box and produces a plastic bit, “Through this useless plastic currency, I shall conquer this...” He pauses, looking for the board, “Wait a minute.”

        “Where's the board?”

        >The shots were starting to get to you, because you asked that like you were just looking at it. Anon furrows his brow, “Oh damn,” He carelessly flips over the game-box and gives it a good shake, spilling the contents on your floor, “Okay, here it is,” He opens the playing board and clears his throat, “As I was saying, with this plastic-” He gestures to the fake bit airily, “Eh uh thhhhhhing, I shall conquer the board and prove my worth as a-a not dumb!” As he speaks you pick up your favorite playing piece, the wagon. Anon is not amused, “Hey! The wagon is mine!”

        “The wagon belongs to us, we picked it first!”

        >The emperor gives you an angry look, “You're lucky you're a mare, or we would be fighting to first blood right now,” You return the look, only to look away when you start feeling dizzy trying to keep your head still. Anon instead picks out another piece, a dragon. You look at your dinky wagon sadly.

        “We should have got the dragon.”

        >”Okay to make this more interesting I propose a drinking challenge to go along with...” He stares at the board for about a minute, and you decide to speak up.

        “To what?”

        >He stares at you blankly, “Huh? Oh right!” He forces a mug into your hooves, “For every bit of property lost, we must drink a full mug!” He gestures to the prison, “Prison-time warrants two mugs,” You nod in determination.

        “We accept your terms, emprah.”

        >Anon laughs as he dolls out the bits, “You'll be changing your tune soon enough, lightweight,” You find yourself fuming again.

        “Just shut up and roll.”

 

        >Around eighty-seven turns later...

        >You forgot how many mugs you had drunk. Hell half the time you forgot what you were doing, and suddenly Anon was looking pretty delicious.

        >“How did you do that!? I left an entire legion there, how could you possibly-!”

        “Bribery is a powerful weapon, emprah. Surely you understand this.”

        >Anon growls ferociously, ignoring the rather sultry tone your voice had taken up. He quickly downs a mug before speaking, “I should've expected this, leaving the park with such a weak commander...” He trails off as you leave a token force to guard your new territories.

        “May we see the mercenary sheet?”

        >The sheet smacks your face rather forcefully, as you look over what forces are available for hire in the park you peek up at the disdainful emperor, who is already reorganizing his army and slaughtering the forces that fled from you, “This is the price of insulin,” He slurs out.

        “Inso... insult.... insolence.”

        >It took some effort, but you managed to correct him. Anon is far from amused, “I don't need my grammar corrected by some namby pamby pony princess,” He retorts sharply. You huff angrily in response, little bastard deserved losing the park.

        >Early on you were being a more defensive player, and decided to save your cash while the emperor bought all the land early on. Then for some reason the rules changed and you used all your money to buy armies capable of taking Anon's land.

        >Suddenly the young emperor smirks, “I attack your capital,” Your eyes shoot open as you watch the large force mustering outside of your suddenly destroyed walls.

        “H-how did you-?”

        >Anon chuckles darkly, “Sabotage my dear princess, sabotage,” You stare at him, still aghast.

        “But we did not detect-”

        >”My best spies have been working over your capital for several weeks now,” You can only watch as he makes a siege roll and breaks the morale of your troops. Your home is overrun and Anon personally parades you around your city in chains, slaughtering the majority of the population.

        >“Check. Mate.”

        >You sigh in acquiesce.

        “We remember the deal.”

        >You pick up a mug and start drinking the first of ten, as was part of the deal. So devious, you didn't see it coming at all. You were so focused on attacking you ignored every notice of rioting and sabotage you got from your other cities. So devious, so efficient, so patient, so powerful, so... attractive. You set down your second mug, still half-full, eying the emperor's lean body, taking in every muscle and every scar.

        >Anon, utterly oblivious to your checking him out, conquers the rest of the board just for the hell of it, “I must say princess, you are a worthy opponent. It is no wonder mom had so much trouble with you,” His words fly right past your ears, only eliciting a hum from you. His body was... incredible. You could stare at him for hours, looking him over with the same fascination as a schoolyard Filly with her first illicit magazine. He was temptation manifest.

        “May we ask you something, Anon?”

        >Anon groans as he fumbles about with putting everything back into the game box, ignoring your tone of voice, “Hold on I must deal with this petulant... fuck this!” He picks up the game with his magic and tosses it out a nearby window, “Fuckin' game,” He growls out. You take the opportunity to scoot closer to the belligerent stallion.

        “So good...”

        >The young emperor looks at you and raises a brow, his tiff with the board forgotten, “Beg your pardon?” Your face flushes as you scoot a little closer.

        “You.”

        >Anon furrows his brow deeply as you continue to scoot closer, “I still don't follow,” You bring a hoof to his cheek.

        “You are very lonely, emperor. A whole Molopony board and no one to share the spoils with.”

        >Anon sighs, “Yes...” He says quietly, “Very alone,” You both understood the metaphor quite clearly, in spite of the inebriation. You take a moment to shift so your body is pressed firmly against his.

        “You look so sad...”

        >”I suppose I am,” Anon tries to pour another drink, but you force him to set down the mug. He glares at you, rather angry that you denied him his alcohol, but also confused as to why you are suddenly so close to him, “Auntie...” You paused at that, you were his auntie, you really shouldn't be doing this. Instead of Celly, it's you who's taking advantage of him, even if you're wasted too.

        >As you finish that thought your hoof glides up his thigh. So lean, so tight, not a single bit of fat. Those powerful hind-legs would be more than capable of giving you the pounding of a lifetime, he'd leave you limping by the time this was said and done.

        “Oh Faust...”

        >You can feel your belly starting to heat up, your thoughts somehow growing hazier as your hoof continues up the emperor's abdomen and across his chest.

        >Fuck it, or better yet, fuck him. Let's indulge.

        “Emperor~”

        >A princess gleefully submitting to a powerful emperor, truly the stuff of sub fantasies. Could this possibly get any hotter?

        >You loop your forelimbs around his neck and pull him down to you, but he's the one who initiates the kiss. It was tender, sweet, nothing like what two drunk ponies usually do. You are eager to reciprocate, the moral parts of your brain shut down by the booze. His tongue gently makes its way into your mouth, slowly exploring you, the taste of booze in your mouth making him move very deliberately as he tried to collect as much of the taste as possible. You decide to do the same, it was only fair right?

        >You let out a muffled gasp as Anon grips your waist and pulls you closer. His tongue starts having its way with yours, forcing you to move it where he wanted. You feel a hoof snake across your back, gently massaging a very tender place between your wings, forcing them to flare out with an audible *pomf!* You feel your thighs clench instinctively and your back arch as he presses the tender spot harder. As you pulled away things went the proper course. With a mighty shove the drunk stallion forces you onto your back, and the word resistance holds no meaning to you as he pins you, “Auntie,” He growls lowly. You can't help but smile in response.

        “Come, little Anon, auntie has a very special game she wants to play with you.”

        >The young emperor wastes no time in starting to work you over. The opening act was a very rough kiss, once again dominating your mouth, doing as he pleased, and all you could do was let out muffled gasps and massage his chest. As Anon pulls away you risk biting his lip before he withdraws completely, not a gentle bite, a hard bite, enough to draw blood. Much to your surprise he doesn't make a sound or even look surprised, rather incredibly turned on. He lets you lap at the wound until the bleeding ceases before moving on, leaving you the one surprised.

        >He kisses your cheek, then your jawline, and before you knew it he had moved on to your neck. You jump when he gives your tender skin a hard nip, and the pressure he had put on your body to keep you pinned doubles in response. It was like he was choking you, and you were getting even hotter the more you thought about it.

        “Please, harder.”

        >His nips turn into hard bites as he continues down your chest and abdomen, letting you go so he can move even lower.

        “O-oh, Anon~ You're so good to your auntie.”

        >The emperor groans as he continues to feast on your nubile flesh, that in tandem with your own words kickstarting a wetness between your thighs. Your hind-legs start to tremble when he lingers tortuously on your waist.

        “Ahn~ keep going...”

        >Anon happily obliges, continuing to your inner thigh, each bite causing your hips to roll or buck sharply. His actions were so painful, so slow. He was torturing you.

        “We beg of you...”

        >”What will auntie do to convince me?” The young emperor interrupts. You sit up, face flushed deeply, and a quiet pant passing your lips.

        “Th-the same... we will do the same.”

        >Anon raises a brow, “Quite the thought princess, I think I might just have indulge you,” He shifts and rolls onto his back. You don't need him to tell you what to do. You slowly make your way over to his half-erect member, disappointed with its broadcast of dissatisfaction.

        “D-do we not arouse you?”

        >”When you've already had your fair share of mares, you try getting aroused at every little thing,” Was the emperor's retort, not even raising his head to look at you, “You'll have to show some initiative to get me up, auntie,” You nod as you eye your prize.

        “Initiative.”

        >You timidly lift his shaft and open your mouth, finding yourself hesitating when the tip meets your lips, “Wider,” Anon tells you. You try your best to comply, accidentally letting out a cute little 'aah' as your mouth opened as wide as it would allow. As you started taking him in you finally realized that his head was fatter then you imagined. You struggle to eye his cock and see it was now standing at its full height for you. The sight earns a victorious sigh from you. You go about half-way before you stop, unwilling to let your gag-reflex kill the mood, “Is that as far as auntie will go?” The emperor asks. You timidly hum in confirmation, and Anon sighs in response, “Oh well. I guess I'll have to find another way to keep interested,” You pull away to protest, only to yelp instead when he grabs your haunches and pulls your rear on closer to his face.

        “A-anon?”

        >”Move closer,” He orders, “I want to play with you,” You feel your face heat up and squirm in excitement. You shimmy closer to him so he has better access to you, trembling slightly as he cruelly blows cool air against your sex, “Oh auntie, such a lewd little filly. I haven't even touched that spot yet and you look like you wet yourself,” You were about to retort, but a quick lick is all that's required to shut you up. Eager to start his meal he dives right in, forcefully parting your soaked lips with his tongue and slithering inside.

        “Haaah~!”

        >Reciprocation forgotten, all you can do is bask in the pleasure of this sudden invasion. The emperor seems to care little too, neglecting to pull away and remind you of your task. His tongue twists and turns, pulls and pierces, many things you didn't even think a tongue could do. He reduces you to a moaning wreck, making you tremble madly in pleasure for the first time in your life. Your cries do not go unnoticed by Anon, who pulls away to start lapping at your folds, “You come off-” He pauses for a few more hard licks, “-as a virgin, making all those cute little sounds.”

        “W-we, oh... we have not bed a stallion s-since- HAH~!”

        >Rather cruelly the emperor gives your clit a flick with his tongue, “What was that?”

        “Ah, we- oooh, please do not stop!”

        >He starts roughly suckling your little nub like a teat, and as you rest your head on his thigh in an attempt to conserve energy, you remember why you're down there in the first place. Mumbling an apology in-between the croons and moans you pull his neglected member over to your mouth, starting to gently suck him off. Thanks to you it doesn't take long for him to grow back to the proper size though, and as you struggle to keep your mouth as wide as it will go, you wonder how you will take him down there, if at all. You were slightly used, and very neglected. The last time anyone touched you there was when you were still Nightmare Moon, and those mortal stallions never had the stamina to completely satisfy. Perhaps another alicorn would actually give you the satisfaction you deserve.

        >Your millennium of inexperience and neglect shines through though, as your jaw starts to grow sore just as you start a pace. However you do not stop, pushing through the discomfort you start to bob your head faster, feeling his shaft pulse inside your mouth. Your tongue does whatever it can to aid in pleasing your nephew, coiling around him, dragging along his entire length, or simply shifting him around inside your mouth. You feel the emperor pull away to recover his breath, and you can't help but feel glee. You were getting to him, and now you could hear his growls and groans proper.

        >His voice was so guttural, and the way it vibrated through the air made your spine tingle. You try to pick up the pace, eager to hear more of his voice, “Auntie,” He moans in the euphoria, his wings flaring outward and giving a quick, involuntary flap. With that cue you pull away.

        “Are you close, emperor?”

        >Your chastising purr earns a feral look that both completely terrifies and greatly arouses you. His magic lifts you off of him and forces you onto your back, “You are not done,” He growls. In spite of yourself you quiver in excitement as he stands on top of you, his erect cock not even an inch from you, “Keep going,” You readily comply, unwilling to aggravate the drunken stallion any further. You force your sore jaw open once more, letting him slide in with little protest. But this time he's unwilling to let you enforce your oral limits, pushing well toward the back of your throat. Predictably you gag and retch audibly, tears leaving your eyes as he starts moving against you, “Never deny me,” He snarls, his thrusts growing harder. You feel a cocktail of saliva and precum start dribbling from the corners of your mouth as his movements start to grow wild and his cock grow larger as a hot pressure in him builds. He was going to cum, and leave you all hot and bothered.

        >You yelp in surprise and squeeze your eyes shut when he explodes in your mouth, his spunk shooting down your throat and forcing you to swallow every searing drop. You find yourself greatly dismayed as his climax continues, most stallions shrink now, most stallions are done after the first time. You gasp and cough as soon as the emperor pulls himself from your mouth, and you croon as his seed finally pools in your stomach, rendering your belly uncomfortably hot. You look up to the inebriated emperor, anger clear on your face.

        “You came without us.”

        >The emperor chuckles in amusement as he sits down in front of you, “Who said I was done?” You look between his splayed legs, watching him squeeze out the last drops of his spunk. It doesn't take many strokes for him to rise to full-mast, a sight which leaves you pleasantly surprised.

        “H-how are you-”

        >“Still hard?” Anon asks, reading your mind, “I am an alicorn, auntie. Should it come as any surprise that I can cum more than once or twice?” His horn flares to life, gently pulling you into his lap. You let out a hot breath when he starts grinding your neglected pussy with gusto, “Shall we get to the good part now?” You find yourself hesitating as you eye your increasingly inviting bed.

        “Can... can we do it on the bed?”

        >Anon leans down and kisses you, his horn grazing against yours teasingly, “Anything for my lovely auntie,” You blush as you climb off of him. Every time he said auntie, it both bothered you and made you hotter than ever. Your thoughts drift to Celestia as you climb onto the bed, resting your chest against the soft satin sheets and raising your rump into the air.

        “Apologies sister, but we get the first dibs.”

        >The bed shifts as Anon climbs on, giving your dripping sex a lick or two before mounting you, “How long have you been without a stallion, auntie?” You croon as he starts gently prodding you.

        “T-too long!”

        >He leans down and pulls you into a kiss, “Don't worry, I'll be gentle,” You tense when he starts pushing against you, and true to his word he's being quite gentle with you. You whimper, you squirm, you call his name the whole way as he starts sliding in, stretching you to your limit. When his hips meet yours, your spine starts tingling. Here it comes, here he comes, “Spirits you're tight,” The emperor growls out as he starts to withdraw. Every part of you tries to pull him back, and even you let out a sigh of disappointment when he withdraws all but his tip. He pushes back in with the same loving tenderness, making you shiver the whole way.

        “E-emperor, please~”

        >”I know auntie, but I don't want to break you too much,” With each withdrawal his pace grows, and with each thrust you cry out in pleasure. Between his groans Anon would tenderly smother you with sweet kisses, and you try your best to return them. When the emperor lets out a very guttural growl, you brace yourself. His movements become hard, the slapping of your hips sounding throughout your room.

        >You really hoped nobody was around to see the euphoric look on your face. Hell, you didn't even want Anon to see. You bite your blanket, trying to smother the pleased smile that had taken up residence on your lips as the emperor continued to pulverize you. It was more than you imagined, he was better and rougher than the stallions you had when your were Nightmare moon, and to top it all off he was not afraid to treat you roughly. His movements are supplemented by sharp nips and a hoof massaging your tender spot. You wanted to return the favor though, you wanted to play with his body again.

        >Thankfully it seems the emperor read your mind, because he flips you over, his cock still buried deep inside of you. The feeling was quite alien, and you were debating whether or not you wanted to take a tumble again. But when he smothers your body with his, methodically pounding away, you decide you could do that another time. He was still massaging that place on your back, but now that you were face-to-face, kissing passionately, you decide to return the favor. He doesn't seem to realize what you have in mind until your hoof is between his wings. You press against him tenderly, and his movements suffer a quick delay as his whole body tenses and he lets out an incredibly pleased hiss. Between your hot breaths you can't help but let out an amused giggle at how that affected him so. You start massaging the tender spot, feeling him shiver slightly with every push.

        “Does the emperor, hahn~ l-like that?”

        >Anon nuzzles you lovingly as his movements slow down enough for him to savor your touch, “Most definitely,” He purrs. The two of you share another kiss before picking up the pace once more, grinding your hips together vigorously. Your moans pick up in both loudness and frequency, the emperor on top of you growling like a horny beast, “You're so good auntie!” Your hooves slide to the back of his neck as you are forced to brace yourself against his feral onslaught. You could feel the pressure in your loins building, the heat in your belly becoming a raging furnace.

        “Anon! W-we're gonna- g-gonna-!”

        >Anon groans in distaste, “Cum if you want auntie, but I am far from done,” He redoubles his pace, trying to force your orgasm out of you. A cruelty that is not lost on you.

        “Wretched bea- ah, ah, hah, hahn!”

        >The pitch of your voice hits a crescendo, you break down into loud moans and mad shivers, and your pussy clenches down on the Emperor's cock. Anon growls lowly at the sudden squeeze, his pace growing wilder by the second, “M-maybe not!” Anon suddenly says with a laugh. Just as you thought your orgasm was coming to a close you abruptly let out a squeal and an immense feeling of release overtakes you as you lose control of your-

        >”Did I make you squirt, auntie?” The young emperor chuckles as he basks in your rising humiliation. You can feel your nephew's cock becoming all-the-more slick, your thighs growing more soaked than ever, and your sheets getting wetter... you just had them cleaned too, “Don't worry auntie, I think it's cute,” Your face flushes as your... squirting ceases.

        “That does little to reassure us...”

        >Anon gives you a quick kiss, “If it's any consolation, stallions are just as messy. In and out of bed,” He lets out another chuckle before resuming a more methodical pace. That was something you did little to think about, and now that the drunken haze was starting to lift you start to think about how you'll approach the emperor's second orgasm. It was a terribly tempting thought to let him cum inside, but you hadn't prepared, you hadn't cast a charm, hell he wasn't even wearing a condom. Another pleased groan from the emperor makes you speak up.

        “A-anon, we aren't being-”

        >Anon growls lowly as he slows down, “Figure something out then, but I'm not stopping for you,” You were in no condition to “figure something out”. You were exhausted thanks to your orgasm, and you were still under the influence to boot. You hear the emperor growl in distaste as his pace quickens and his movements become wilder, “I'll j-just... pull out before I cum, alright?” He was only bringing it up because he was getting close, hell it felt like he was growing bigger inside of you.

        “We- we wish you could- ooh~ c-come inside!”

        >”I know,” The emperor hisses, “We'll have to rectify that someday,” You pull him into one last kiss as his bucks grow sharper by the second. You part only for him to let out a displeased groan as he pulls himself out and shoots hot strings of searing spunk all-over your abdomen and chest.

        “Mmm, emperor~”

        >He buries his face in the crook of your neck, grinding against you as he looses his last shot, “A-auntie...” He collapses on top of you, panting softly. You gently pet and caress him, “I love you auntie,” You can't suppress a laugh as you close your eyes.

        “We love you too Anon.”

        >He doesn't respond, the booze and the exhaustion taking its toll on him. You aren't far behind, it only takes a minute or two to pass out.

 

        >You awoke with a series of mixed signals. You felt like you had slept like a foal, yet your head throbbed like mad. You felt a large pressure on your chest, but right now your head overrode that. You were wallowing in both a pain and satisfaction you had never felt before.

        >Geez your hips felt sore. Did you slip on a shovel again and throw out your leg or something?

        “Can't remember... anything.”

        >An instinctual croon is drawn out of you when your covers seem to tighten of their own volition. You felt so warm, so safe. Somebody must've tucked you in. You try to open your eyes, expecting your sister or one of the maids, however all you are met with is a painful glare. You grunt in displeasure and shut your eyes, that hurt like a mother-

        “The alcohol.”

        >So this was what a hangover was like. How could ponies possibly drink when they had to wake up to this?

        “Damn you, emperor.”

        >In response your covers let out a loving purr, “I love you too, Firefly,” They respond in a perfect imitation of- your head snaps up and you spot a sleeping stallion on top of you, with a familiar flaming mane.

        >Oh shit.

        “A-anon?!”

        >The covers shift and groan, “I didn't tell you my birth-name, love, how did you-” He cuts off when he opens his eyes and locks them with yours. You stare at him, fearful, and he stares back, utterly horrified. You are both petrified, like a Fluttershy caught in a crowd, “H-hello auntie.”

        “Anon.”

        >The emperor clears his throat, “I see we're both nursing a hangover,” He states plainly. You nod slowly in response, only to yelp as he tries to get off of you, for some reason his movement pull some hair from your belly, “Oh this morning just gets better and better with every second,” He mutters, his white fur masking his paling countenance. You look down, spotting the semen-matted fur on your abdomen, and you feel the blood draining from your face.

        >You tried to say something in an effort to deny the evidence before you, but all that passes your lips is a sharp squeak. You look to the emperor helplessly, who can only stare at his mess, “I pray that is a sign that I pulled out,” Oh you'll pray, you'll pray every day as you wait for the morning sickness, “I apologize for forcing the alcohol, I should've been smarter-”

        “No we should apologize. We have been having some... unbecoming thoughts in regards to you. If we did not, then even if we were under the influence this would not have happened.”

        >”Yet I enabled this,” The emperor counters as he climbs off your bed, “If I did not want to follow old traditions then-” You immediately shush him.

        “If it will satisfy you, then we are both to blame.”

        >Anon sighs, “I suppose that is a sound compromise,” He says halfheartedly. You collect your stained sheets and lay them on the floor before joining your nephew.

        “The both of us should get clean, quickly. The longer we look like we just had sex, the more chance we will get caught.”

        >The emperor dips his head, “Agreed. I will let you use the washroom first, I shall... keep guard, find something to do,” You hesitantly shake your head.

        “N-no. This needs to be quick, we don't want to risk anyone finding out, especially our sister.”

        >”I'm not joining you in a wash,” He retorts.

        “We're not giving you a choice, and it will give us a chance to talk...”

        >A sigh emerges from your nephew, “Fine, but only because this is an urgent matter,” Taking the victory, you lead him to your shower, and after some coaxing manage to convince the emperor to join you. Without wasting time quickly turn a lever and let hot water douse the both of you. The emperor grumbles in protest the whole time, but does not waste any time.

        “I-is there anything on your mind?”

        >You wanted to talk about this mess with him, hear what he had to say. Anon hums like he often does when posed with a query, “So both you and mother have been fostering some desires in regards to me?” Your face flushes as you pour some soap.

        “Not fostering... they are just there, and we have done our best to ignore them.”

        >”Have I done something wrong? Is it simply because I seem vulnerable after learning of what I have lost?” You shake your head as you lather your matted fur.

        “That's not it Anon, they just came to us, even before we knew the truth.”

        >Anon turns to you, raising a brow quizzically, “Do you peek on me too?” Your face matches a ripe apple in vibrance.

        “NO!”

        >The emperor laughs, “Just making sure. Funnily enough, I find myself wishing I could remember last night,” You... had no negative feelings in regards to the memories you'd recovered aside from “INCEST BAD! HURR! STUDIES SHOW- HURR! NATURAL AVOIDANCE HURR!” and you found yourself wishing you could remember how he felt.

        >You could make some new memories with him, then you'd know.

        >No! Bad Luna!

        >”I know this sounds strange, but I like to remember who I've bed,” He laughs nervously, “Never know when you'll wind up sharing sheets again, and I prefer to know what they like,” Your face flushes at the implications.

        “W-would you... not be adverse to...”

        >”I-I-” He blushes, the first time you'd ever seen it yourself, “No, n-not really, no,” And so you both sat, water cascading down the both of you, hesitantly, but indeed considering doing it again. Forbidden fruit is all the sweeter, no?

        “We would n-need-”

        >”I know the spell,” Your nephew replies, cutting you off, “But if you want I could just pull out again... assuming I did the first time,” You swallow a lump that had been developing in your throat since you thought up sharing a shower.

        “If it is not too much trouble-”

        >You lock eyes with him, your face looking rather fearful.

        “-w-would...”

        >You trail off, unable to say it out loud. Anon fails to get the undertone of the whole thing though, “Do you want me to cast the spell or not?” He asks. Your face turns so red you look like your head is about to pop.

        “Y-yes.”

        >You shuffle a hoof nervously as you work up the courage to say what's on your mind.

        “W-we would like it if... you could... if you don't mind-”

        >The emperor stamps his hoof in irritation, making you jump slightly, “Just spit it out already, we're wasting time! Nobody may be the wiser to our relation, but I don't want mother or Twilight hearing about this!” You shut your eyes and take a deep breath.

        ”W-we want you to cum inside!”

        >He stares at you, rather flabbergasted, and you wish you could just crawl under a rock and die after seeing the look on his face. Yet in response, Anon's horn suddenly flares to life before dimming just as quickly, and he grunts in discomfort, “I hate that feeling,” He says, “Always feels like they're about to freeze and fall off,” He motions for you to approach, and nervously you comply, shivering the whole way.

        >”Now we can do this one of two ways,” Anon tells you lowly, “We can treat this like a one-night stand, or we can treat this like something more. I don't know what you want, auntie, but I will do my best to fulfill your desires regardless,” Your heart skips a beat when you hear those words. He'd do anything for you.

        >Do you want something more with him?

        “If we choose the latter, what becomes of our sister?”

        >He sighs, “That is my problem, not yours. Are you against me doing this with her?” Well yes, but this wasn't exactly moral anyway. Plus she wanted him, and taking him for yourself after telling her that it was immoral and disgusting was... there weren't any proper words for the kind of betrayal it was.

        “This is a rather unique situation... and polygamy is not unheard of.”

        >Your nephew chuckles, “Assuming we can wipe Twilight's and Spike's memories, I suppose marriage isn't completely out of the question,” He meant it in jest, but part of you wondered if such a thing was possible.

        “We choose the latter... is that okay?”

        >He gives you a chaste kiss on the nose, “Only if you don't mind me treating you like you're my queen,” You let out a hot sigh as he nips your lip, “Do you want to skip the foreplay?” Your thoughts grow hazy you kiss his lips, then kiss your way across cheek until you reach his ear.

        “We want all of you, emperor, now make us your queen.”

        >He growls lowly as he starts pushing against you, and before long you find your back pressed flush against the granite wall underneath the shower nozzle. The warm water accentuating every detail of his body as your hooves roamed across his back, “Auntie...” He says hungrily between kisses. Your hoof beelines between his wings, and you give the soft spot there a prod. His wings immediately flare out in response, and Anon groans in your mouth. You take advantage of the lull to force your tongue inside his mouth for a change, and he is not displeased with your boldness, however he does not go without a fight.

        >You both find yourselves fighting for dominance, tongues wrestling eagerly, wings flared as you both hunt for your most sensitive areas. Anon then does something you could never expect. You gasp when you feel your horn encased in a magical envelope, stimulating every sensitive nerve within. You struggle to work up the strength to return the favor, but when you do the results are explosive.

        >It was already feeling pretty good before, but your attempts to please him result in an output that sends you a little above and to the left of heaven. Your horns explode with uncontrolled energy, threatening to explode from the massive release. It was like putting your horn to a stereo that had the bass turned up all the way, it was like putting a dildo in a blender, it was like cumming a thousand times at once. In fact Anon falls to the ground and pulls you down with him before you both finally decide to end it. You're both panting madly from the over-stimulation, tongues hanging from your mouths, and you're slobbering all-over his chest.

        “L-let ush do th-that sparingly...”

        >Your legs were left soaked, and judging from the thing poking your rear your nephew was left with a throbbing erection. You grind against him once or twice, garnering his attention.

        “We want it, we want it soo bad~”

        >Anon is still recovering, but nods, “Y-you put it in,” He pants, “I can't even see straight right now,” To punctuate that his horn shoots out a few sparks. You giggle at his disheveled look and raise your hips, letting his erection align itself. Your hoof takes hold of his shaft, holding him straight and true, then you close your eyes and let gravity pull you down onto him. You whimper when he starts his way in, forcing your insides to part to accommodate his girth, you thought you were going to break.

        “H-haah~ A-Anon!”

        >The stallion below you can only groan in response, still struggling to recover from the whole horn thing. You find yourself hissing in both pleasure and a bit of pain before you finally feel his thighs meet yours. You look down to your nephew, who is trying to sit up, ignorant of the hooves that pressed against his chest. You withdraw them so he can actually sit up, and he pulls you into a tight embrace, “Tell me when you want me to move,” He tells you before he starts nipping at you lovingly.

        >You were torn, either let him start moving, or have him bite you for a little longer. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

        >You decide to move, letting the emperor focus on his meal. He pauses his work, rather surprised, but thinks little of it and returns to his task. It felt so wonderful, just gently bouncing in his lap while your body was treated to soft nips. It was one of those tender moments you felt like you could stay in that moment forever. Neither of you made a sound aside from a soft grunt or quiet moan, such a sweet coupling you thought, a far cry from whatever drunken madness you partook in last night.

        “Anon?”

        >A soft hum followed by a harder nip is the response given.

        “C-mmm, can you kiss us?”

        >He chuckles before rising to your level, pulling you into a kiss that was as gentle as your movements. There was something you remembered from last night, something you wanted to try again. You bite his bottom lip, hard. He groans, but all it does is intensify the kiss, adding a copper taste to the mix of saliva. You stifle a moan when he starts moving against you, harder and rougher. You remembered how you felt sore when you woke up, that was because of him. You manage to pull away from the bloody kiss, making sure to lap up any fresh blood before speaking.

        “P-please be gentle, emperor.”

        >The whimpering, foalish tone is enough for him to slow down for you, no hard poundings today. You are left to return to your sweet kisses, letting out muffled sighs and gasps, the soft sound of your wet thighs slapping together. Eventually you lean back, pulling on his neck so he follows you to the shower floor. You close your eyes so the warm water doesn't get in them, letting your nephew pull away from the kiss and return to nipping your neck, ears, any soft, sensitive skin he can find. He stands up and picks you up by your haunches, deepening his movements.

        “You're so good to your auntie, Anon. She doesn't deserve you.”

        >He exhales sharply against your neck and suddenly he bites you hard, it makes you whine in discomfort, and he stops his movements altogether.

        “P-please don't stop, did we say something wrong?”

        >Your nephew doesn't say a word, instead he is totally petrified by something. His teeth are clenched and his eyes wide as saucers, staring at the floor in what looks like utter shock.

        >“You heard her, emperor~” A new voice purrs, “Don't stop on my account,” Your eyes go so wide that if you were sitting up they'd simply fall out. From behind the emperor's rear peaks Celestia, her tongue cutely sticking out. She giggles at the sight of you, “Hello Lulu, looks like you're enjoying yourself!”

        >Okay NOW you wanna crawl under a rock and die.

 

        >You had a mix of various emotions when you saw them with your own eyes. Smug satisfaction, a ripe-green envy, and pure rage. You thought about giving Luna a good smack when you noticed your son's cock buried inside of her, you thought about ripping Anon away so you could have him and leave Luna to wallow in her two-faced lust. But then you thought about it for a little longer, and realized that, hey, this was the perfect chance to rub Luna's nose in the fact she wants some desert stallion.

        >So, being careful not to make a sound, you drew your face into the action and gave the emperor's balls a good lick. He reacted predictably, his body locked up and you could see the base of his shaft twitch. Oh how you were going to have fun.

        >”P-please don't stop, did we say something wrong?” You take that as your cue and peek over from behind Anon.

        “You heard her, emperor~ Don't stop on my account.”

        >You punctuate that with another lick. You can hear Luna's panting hitch, and Anon stops breathing entirely. Cat out of the bag, you reveal yourself to the illicit couple.

        “Hello Lulu, looks like you're enjoying yourself!”

        >Her reaction was quite the spectacle. Her eyes looked like they would pop out if she wasn't on her back, her entire face hits a shade of red so deep it started turning black, and her legs start trembling as she stares at you in horror, “S-sister-”

        “So, when did you decide to fuck my son? Before or after you preached to me?”

        >Her shame replaces all-but the intense blush, “W-we...” Luna visibly shrinks under your gaze, unable to find the courage to answer. You sigh audibly.

        “Okay then, I'll just ask someone else.”

        >Anon yelps as you put his balls into a tight vice.

        “Can you tell momma why you're having sex with auntie?”

        >He shakes his head furiously, and you apply the pressure. He groans loudly and his legs tremble, a horrible pain you could only imagine wracking his body, “L-last night!” You cock a brow.

        “Yes?”

        >”We drank too much a-and-”

        “Did you at least pull out?”

        >Anon nods so fast and so hard you thought his head was going to snap off for a second, “Th-then we talked, a-and since we already did it once we decided to do it again!” Satisfied you release his twins, and he lets out a sigh in relief. You lean over to his ear and whisper oh-so lovingly-

        “Bad boy.”

        >You give his balls a hard slap, and the emperor groans in pain and quite possibly even pleasure. Was he one of those stallions? You decide to try to answer that question, “A-a thousand pardons mmMMM-!” He shuts up as soon as you give him another slap.

        “Do you like that, honey?”

        >He nods shakily.

        “Well then, don't let me keep you from your duties, emperor.”

        >Your son looks terribly confused.

        “Why don't you give Luna her fill and then we can talk about improper fun and frolic.”

        >Still brutally confused, the emperor decides to voice it, “What?” This time you gently fondle him, earning a hot sigh.

        “Finish what you started, momma will be here to help you.”

        >He looks to Luna for guidance, “Auntie?” He asks. She peeks out from behind her hooves, still clearly hot and bothered, then she lets them slide to her chest.

        >”D-do it,” She tells him, to spite you most likely, “We want this,” You can't help but smirk at that, in the end, she was just as depraved... wait that came out wrong. You dismiss your thoughts when Anon starts moving again, the same gentle pace he had before. Luna's soft coos just barely pierce the running water that continues to batter your son.

        >Hey, don't just sit there.

        >You decide to take your own action, to try to... encourage the emperor to finish up with your sister so he can move on to you. You lean down and start licking the base of his shaft, dragging your tongue along his balls, taking them into your mouth and giving them a good suck. This causes Anon's pace to pick up, and you can hear Luna's reluctant joy in her voice, “S-so rough!”

        >She moans deeply when his pace picks up even more thanks to you. You can hear their wet thighs slapping together properly now, overpowering all other sounds. It was getting a little irritating trying to move with him so you could keep licking though. So you decide to mix things up by mounting him. The emperor's movements hitch a little as he feels your body press against his, grinding together vigorously thanks to his movements. You reach down and start to fondle him, so you can remind him he has another mare he has yet to satisfy. You also massage the place between his wings, nip at his ear, and give him the occasional words of encouragement.

        “Ooh look at that face, honey, Auntie really likes it when you're rough with her.”

        >Or

        “It's so fun to watch you, emperor, I can't wait to see how fun it is taking you myself.”

        >He does little to acknowledge you, he's too lost in his movements. He'll shudder sometimes when you push the place between his wings and fondle him just right, but beyond that he's far more interested in Luna's pussy. You give your sister a quick scan, noting that she's far worse off than the emperor. Her face is the picture of “I came” as Anon mercilessly pounds her without mercy or remorse, never once letting up. You could tell she was more than satisfied, now all you needed to do was wait for the emperor.

        >Right on cue Anon makes a guttural sound and Luna suddenly squeals in delight. You can feel your son's spine tingle and his legs tremble slightly. Your own arousal intensifies when you realize that you're next, and you won't be any better off than Lulu. Sure you had toys, but nothing substitutes for the real thing, and alicorn stallions were a complete anomaly, you didn't know how many times he could go in one sitting.

        >You feel some of your own juices run down your leg when you consider the idea of him going forever.

        >He withdraws from Luna, who lets out a disappointed sigh in response, and you can hear a lot of cum slap against the granite floor, “I'll get to you soon enough,” He tells you as you climb off of him. He returns his attention to Luna, rolling onto her onto her back and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She mutters something back with a giggle, and they share a quick kiss.

        >You can see the rather monstrous amount of spunk leaking from her, and to your glee Anon was still rock solid, “Well then,” The emperor growls lustfully between pants, “I think it's time to entertain our guest,” He gives you a look that makes your hind-legs quiver, “Get on her,” He orders you. You actually hesitate before obeying his command, gingerly crawling on top of Luna, who fails to even acknowledge you. He makes a sound of approval, “There's something magical about two mares waiting for you,” He muses aloud, “Both displaying their assets to you without shame, begging you to fill them up,” He regards Luna, “One down,” You feel his eyes drift to you, “One to go.”

        >His sudden attitude change concerned you, but it was obviously in his nature to want to dominate his partners. Unfortunately for some reason you weren't to keen about it, “Do you remember that talk we had? Before dinner?” You nod slowly, recalling his furious blush and his shameful erection, “I think it's time for some revenge,” You feel a fire start in your belly as he gently pushes down, pressing your body flush against Luna's. She lets out a pleased sound, but is more content with resting.

        >Something struck you when you saw his black hooves move to either side of you. They looked just like-

        >Of course they'd look like hers, he's her son. But still you tensed, as if it was Nightmare Moon on top of you, not him. When you feel him prod you, you cry for him to stop. Your mind's growing frantic, and you look back to Anon, whose face is one of concern, “Mom?” He asks, his dominant nature pushed aside, “Is something wrong?”

        “Yes.”

        >Your face flushes at your immediate response, it just came out, you didn't even think about it. You never truly recovered from that night, even after all the talking with Starswirl. You cast a nervous glance at Luna, who is still out of it. You can't tell them, not now.

        >You do your best to stuff your fear for now as you try to come up with an alternative, you still wanted him, to have him take you like he did Luna. That gentle, loving pace that every mare fantasized about at least once in their lives. You manage to come up with a lie, but the only thing that came to mind was shooting yourself in the hoof.

        “I-I need to do something to keep you interested in me. You got Luna twice now, I need to give you something she hasn't.”

        >Your son's confusion serves to drown out the fear, “Okay?” He says, worry fading away. You move your tail upwards a bit more, giving him a good view of your assets.

        “Here, d-do me here.”

        >Anon takes it well, “B-but that's...” He doesn't finish, only staring at your pucker in foalish fascination. Your fear fades away the more you think about the idea, she never touched you there, only he will.

        “Oh? I thought stallions loved fantasizing about doing it here.”

        >The young emperor's confusion does not fade, “I-I didn't know it was a thing mares did. I thought that was just for colt-cuddlers,” He mumbles the last part, but you catch it. Oh this was adorable, he didn't think mares did it here too. What's the use of three holes if you can't use all of them?

        “Would the emperor like to be my first?”

        >That seemed to get him. There was something special stallions felt when it came to getting the first of anything from a mare, “I'll be your first there?” He asks, drawing in closer, and you're suddenly very thankful you clean yourself there, “No other stallion has-”

        “Nope, but you gotta be gentle there, it'll hurt if you don't treat it right.”

        >He's... oh gosh is that drool? Hook, line, and sinker, “H-how do I start?” Suddenly Luna starts stirring.

        >”Perhaps we can be of assistance?” She asks as she worms out from beneath you and joins Anon in appraising your rear, “Unlike our sister, we have had such an experience. Perhaps we could... impart out knowledge?”

        >Anon raises a brow, “Is that a fact? You squeal like a virgin.”

        >Luna giggles, “Nonetheless there was a time when we indulged in such things, a long time ago perhaps, but we have had our share of fun,” She gives you a wry look, “You can start by putting that wonderful tongue of yours to work,” Your son looks taken aback, “Do not worry, your mother is a very uptight mare when it comes to personal hygiene... we would even go as far as saying anal,” You find yourself rolling your eyes.

        >The emperor ignored her pun, instead returning his attention to your back door, “If she is clean, I see little reason to deny her,” Slowly he leans down, putting his hooves on your cheeks next to yours, and gives you a husk lick.

        “H-haaah!”

        >You snap your eyes shut when he licks you again, drawing out another surprised gasp. It tickled, a lot. He left your legs twitching and your spine trembling, much to Luna's audible amusement.

        >”Just keep doing that nephew, and feel free to lick her insides too,” She says, drying herself off with a towel.

        “Wh-where are-Mmmm, you going?”

        >Your sister laughs devilishly, “We are going to get a few things to aid in this little venture of yours,” She leaves you and Anon, soaked and hot, left with only one-another to keep yourselves occupied. You whimper and your hind-legs buckle when his tongue starts prodding you.

        “Oooh, honey~”

        >The emperor suddenly releases you, “I want to see your face,” He says as he uses his magic to flip you onto your back. He then grabs your haunches and yanks you closer to his face, “Now where was I?” He makes you roll your hips forward for better access, then he spreads you once more and starts licking you. Your hind-hooves now free, they start bucking the air wildly, and you squirm in his grip as he continues to somehow track down your most sensitive areas.

        “Oh gosh, right there, honey! Th-that's the spot!”

        >Luna soon returns, carrying with her many items. Lube, beads, a peg. You find a lump forming in your throat when she presents them to Anon, “Here we are, emperor. This will help her take a stallion better.”

        >Anon gently sets you in his lap so he can fumble with the beads in confusion, “Why would I need such devices?” He asks. You take the liberty to roll over and raise your rear, trying to make ready for all the toys that'll get shoved in your ass.

        >The moon alicorn giggles like an imp, “Oh you will find out soon enough,” She says as she collects some lube, “Watch and learn, dear nephew,” The both of you watch as Luna applies some of the lube to the small peg she brought with her, “Now we must apply some to her,” She tells Anon, floating the rest of the icy substance over to you. You shudder terribly when you feel it come into contact with your sensitive flesh.

        >”I imagine this is where the peg comes into play?” The emperor asks.

        >Lulu nods, “Indeed, would you like the honor of working over your mare? Or shall we?” Your face flushes at the idea of Luna doing this to you instead of him.

        >Your son takes the peg from your sister, “I would,” You can hear him suck in an excited breath as he moves closer to you. You fail to suppress a surprised gasp when you feel the peg press firmly against your anus, gently rubbing and prodding it methodically. You can feel yourself parting for him, you can feel the cold rubber tip start its way in. The sensation was entirely new to you, so violating, so cold, it's just a little peg but already you're whining and gasping.

        >”You are certain you have not done this before?” Luna asks, voice filled with amusement as she watches you start squirming, “Your gentleness indicates otherwise.”

        >Anon grunts, “I'm always gentle... at first.”

        >You let out a trembling whimper when he suddenly starts a pace. You can feel your body trying to force the invader out, however the peg stubbornly refuses to so much as budge. It was starting to hurt, but nop0ny seemed to care.

        “A-anon, it's starting to h-hurt...”

        >”That is normal, sister,” Luna tells you, “Nature didn't plan on anything going in there,” You find yourself whining in agreement. It couldn't be helped, you knew this was coming anyway. Suddenly he pulls the peg out, you gasp loudly, and your asshole struggles to recover. Your son doesn't give it any time to do so however, as he returns to licking your abused hole, and you can hear Luna rummaging about with all those 'physical aids' she brought to prepare you.

        “H-honey... o-ooh, your tongue feels so nice~”

        >Understatement of forever, and your voice showed it. Anon lets out a pleased grunt in response, happy to hear he's pleasing you. You try to make the most disappointed sound as possible when he pulls away, “Not yet?” He asks Luna impatiently.

        >”That depends on how much you want her to hate it,” Luna responds.

        >”Can't I just do it now?” You're of his opinion, you want his tongue back.

        >Lulu rolls her eyes at his belligerent enthusiasm, “What say you, sister?” She asks, “After all, it is your ass on the line,” The emperor lets out an unfortunate snicker, but you're swimming in arousal, hardly equipped to criticize yet another pun.

        “N-now, I want it now!”

        >”Such a masochistic filly,” Luna says in amusement, “Well, if that is your desire,” She gestures for Anon to have his fun. You squee' in delight when the emperor tackles you, wasting no time in giving you the wonderful tounging you've become addicted to, “Geez...” Luna mutters.

        “I love you baby, I love you so much~”

        >A deep groan serves as your son's retort, tongue occupied. You can feel yourself accepting his thick tongue far better than the rubber peg. Couldn't he just eat out your ass for an hour to loosen you up? It was a lot nicer than whatever Luna had in store. Speaking of which, you glance at your sister, who is looking quite envious. You offer a knowing smirk, earning a distasteful grunt from Luna, “Auntie...” Anon pants out between licks, “The... the lube...”

        >”Oh fine,” She says, dropping down and peeking her head between the emperor's legs, “Let us prepare you now,” You hear her moan sweetly as she takes the emperor into her mouth.

        “L-Lulu... s-stop hogging- o-oh my... I-I haven't gotten him once yet!”

        >Luna pulls away with an audible pop, “Should have been more discreet with your flirting then,” An audible lick, “We would have been none the wiser to your immoral trysts,” You scoff in retort.

        “Y-yet here you are... ah... s-sucking off your own n-nephew.”

        >A hum emerges from your sister before she pulls away yet again from Anon, and you spot the bottle of lube float by, “At least we lasted a bit longer before succumbing to temptation.”

        >You feel Anon's tongue slither out of you, “Auntie and mother fighting over me,” He chimes in with a chuckle, “The surrealism is not lost on me,” You both start blushing.

        >”Shut up.”

        “Sh-shut up.”

        >You both glare at each other for a moment, “And here I thought we couldn't all get along,” He says with another laugh, “Am I satisfactory, auntie?”

        >Luna retreats from him, a wanting look plastered on her face, “Beyond satisfactory, nephew...”

        >With a gentle dip of his head the emperor sets you down on your back, and you are left to gaze into his hungry eyes. You could still see the hurt he was hiding, the want for affection.

        “Come on, fill me up.”

        >He grips your haunches tightly, pulling you towards his waist. Your spine tingles when you feel the heat radiating from his member, snugly resting against your rear. You flick your tail, managing to brush his tip once or twice. Your son makes a pleased sound, “I will do more than that,” He presses his tip firmly against you, causing your hot breaths to hitch.

        “I wish I did this when you were younger.”

        >”I'm starting to wish I acted on my hormonal desires in my youth,” His grip tightening even more, lubed cock ready for action, he pulls you in. After a quick gasp you hold your breath out of instinct, back arching as his girth starts to painfully force you open, “S-spirits...” He growls, “Th-this is... almost too tight...” He trails off as he squeezes the first agonizing centimeter into you, thankfully Luna's here to coach you.

        >”Relax,” She tells you, “You are only making it worse on yourself,” With a hurried nod you exhale shakily, letting your hooves slide off your chest and onto the ground. The pain reduces itself somewhat, although fire was still fire.

        “O-oh gosh... it's so hot...”

        >You squirm in his hooves as he pushes past where you were trained by the peg and his tongue, filling your deepest parts with an unbearable heat. At the halfway mark you lose control of your lips, letting out every humiliating sound he could've possibly elicit from you. High pitched whines and moans, uncomfortable squirms and pawing at his chest in an effort to get him to somehow be gentler than he already is. You can see it on his face, the picture of concentration, doing his best to suppress the desire to start railing into you. He's reduced you to a whining foal, and it was so hot.

        “H-honey... hah... come here, please.”

        >He stops his advance to lean down to you, and you immediately take the chance to claim his lips. He groans, hooves sliding from your haunches to the small of your back. As his tongue slithers into your open mouth, he manages to get the rest of himself inside, as you can feel his hips against yours. You hope he's feeling good, because right now you feel like your organs just got rearranged. You two sit like that for quite some time, unwilling to move just yet for your sake, “Are you okay?” He asks. You fight back a tear as you respond.

        “Mmmm... I'm fine... honey, but I didn't think it would hurt this bad.”

        >”We can stop-” You shush him with another kiss.

        “I don't want to stop.”

        >Yet another kiss.

        “Break me just like Lulu, make me your queen as well.”

        >The both of you share another passionate bout of slaliva swapping before a mischievous look appears on your son's face. As you pull away he hums thoughtfully, conjuring a familiar set of beads, “Auntie?” You look to Luna, who is clopping furiously as she forces herself to watch the two of you.

        >“Y-yes?” She pants out, neglecting to stop grinding her hoof against her moistened lips.

        >Your son gestures for her to come closer, “Why don't you lay down next to your sister here? It'd be a shame to leave you out of the fun,” You smack him, trying to remind him this was supposed to be a one-on-one time, but it does little to deter him, “Come on.”

        “I don't want her involved, this is our- AH~!”

        >He starts grinding against you roughly for your outburst, “Remember, mother, an emperor is free to do as he pleases,” You croon softly as his movements cease as suddenly as they came, your hips start moving of their own accord to bring back the alien feeling that rocked you to the core.

        >Luna lays down next to you, as per Anon's wishes, and presents herself to him, “Wh-what will you do?” She asks, trying and failing to hide her obvious excitement.

        >You watch as Anon lubes up the beads, “Hah, y-you're about to find out,” He says in a low, sadistic tone. Slowly and stealthily the beads hover over to Luna, ready to give her ass some attention as well, “Squeal if you like it,” Before your younger sister can respond, he's already made his move, prodding her roughly.

        >”N-no... not there~” She whimpers playfully, “Mmmm, nothing is s-supposed to go-” She gasps and jumps a little when the first and smallest bead effortlessly slides in, “Ahn! M-more!” He readily complies, sliding in another bead, much to your lustful chagrin.

        “Oooh, h-honey... stop ignoring me...”

        >Anon pants softly as he starts nuzzling you, “I'm sorry... mother, I didn't mean to leave you out of your own fun,” You whine as he starts gently rolling his hips with yours, sending you into bliss, “I just wanted you to get used to me,” You blush and look away.

        “J-just don't... ah, hah... don't leave me alone...”

        >He kisses your nose, “Never, it's bad luck to split sisters,” You quickly loop your hooves around his neck, pulling him into another tender kiss, all the while Luna lets out gleeful, violated moans.

        “P-please, make love to my ass.”

        >With a growl Anon's hooves find a new home at your waist, “Let me know... let me know if we need to stop, I... don't want to hurt you,” You nod, pushing on his chest, silently asking he move. Your son pulls back slowly, you let out a sound of disappointment, in spite of all the pain, you wanted it. The emperor takes a quick breath before giving a gentle push, and your breaths pick up again. In and out, a gentle, laborious, searing pace.

        >”P-play with her...” Luna trails off as her moans pick back up, “H-her- ah! N-not us!” You hazard a peek at what he's doing to your sibling, spotting what looked like a dildo working her in tandem with the beads.

        >Face flushed, Anon laughs, “Thanks for the tip,” His horn glows, and you can feel a sudden warmth overtake your sex. You suddenly let out a squeal, his magic finding your clit and giving it a good shock of stimulation.

        “O-oh Faust~!”

        >He was vibrating it, you don't know how, you don't care why, you just want him to keep doing it. The attention was drowning out a good bit of the pain, in fact he was starting to move faster. Finally it felt like the lube was doing its job, making his movements smooth and now, painless.

        “Ah, ah, th-that's it- oh, fuck me honey, spread mommy's hot little hole!”

        >A low rumble emerges from the emperor's throat as he pulls you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “M-mother~” He purrs, hot breath gracing your flesh.

        “C-call me mommy, honey- hah! It makes me so hot thinking about it!”

        >He nods shakily, “M-mommy...” He growls/pants, embarrassment laced into his voice. You on the other hoof got the shivers, a fantasy come true. Your hoof gently rubs his chest as you kiss his ear, which flicks at the contact.

        “Do you love doing it with me, honey?”

        >A furious nod.

        “Say it, tell mommy what you love about her...”

        >”I love your ass...” Anon pants madly, “I... I love fucking mommy's ass!” It was so much hotter actually hearing it from him, and from the sounds of things he was getting into it too. His grip had turned into a vice, his movements less coordinated and more feral. Now he was setting a good pace, no longer slow or careful, now it was rough and reckless, just how you wanted it.

        >You hug your son tightly as he continues to rail into you with reckless abandon. You could feel it again, your asshole was on fire, but the pleasure his magic was giving you constantly forced it into the back of your mind, “I love it... too much!” He hisses, giving the skin on your shoulder a quick nip.

        “I'm so happy... you like it, honey!”

        >Luna's voice suddenly picks up, “T-too much!” She whines, “G-going to- hah! Ah! N-not yet-!” Cruelly though, she doesn't get a reprieve from Anon, she squeals as he forces her to cum right there, legs trembling madly, “J-jerk...” She whimpers as she collapses, shivering madly and toys still buried within her. The sight sends a jolt throughout your body, you can see your sister's juices all over the floor, and she looks absolutely humiliated by the fact she came in front of you. Just watching, in tandem with everything your son was doing to your own body, became too much.

        “I-I'm gonna cum! Oh gosh, my son's making me cum~! Ah, ah, hah-!”

        >Your voice is quick to devolve into loud moans,  your hind-legs start bucking madly into the air. You wanted to hold it, you wanted to cum with him, even if there were plenty more chances. However now that it was out in the open, the young emperor wanted you to cum NOW. Everything he was doing to your sex went into overdrive, he'd make you jump every time he bit you, he was doing his best to coax your orgasm out of you. You heard Lulu last night, you could tell he did the same thing to her at least once. Now it was your turn.

        >His bucks suddenly become very sharp, the sound of your skin slapping together filling your ears, it felt like he was getting bigger inside of you, “I-I can barely-” He lets out a low growl, “I c-can't hold it back...” He pants through grit teeth. You pull his head away from your neck.

        “Mmm~ C-cum with me baby, I'll lose- ah, ahn~ l-lose control as soon as you do!”

        >He suddenly kisses you roughly, “I lost it... a long time ago,” He punctuates with a loud groan, and his cock explodes inside of you. The sudden heat filling your ass rips away all control from you, forcing you past your peak. Your entire body falls limp, and Anon's magic fades away as all your juices leak out, soaking his abdomen. Every searing shot of spunk went so deep, and there was so much, you felt bloated, filled to the brim with him.

        >Several minutes pass by of just basking in the afterglow, but eventually the emperor moves, pulling away to admire his work, “That was...” He sucks in another breath, “I don't even have a word for it,” You feel a smile form on your face.

        “Fun?”

        >An amused scoff, “That will do,” He looks at Luna, “Did you enjoy yourself, Auntie?” Your gaze follows his to your sister, disheveled and exhausted, she can only nod.

        “So... when can we do it again?”