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''Sybarite''

How many time passed since that day?

When you were trotting back to your mother's house, groceries on your back.

Those two Royal Guards with ripped muscles and shining armour stopped you in your tracks with a "Royal Decree". You were summoned to Canterlot. ASAP. No questions asked, no finishing what you're done.

... no goodbyes to mom.

"Anonymous!" you heard Her voice...

Anonymous, or Anon when She felt "intimate". It wasn't your real name of course. But over the time, She had forbidden the use of your true name, to further humiliate and dominate you, and your name was now Anon. You had no true name anymore. You forgot it.

She was standing right in front of your room, probably for a while, waiting for you to wake up.

You called her She. She called herself Molestia. Everyone else called Her Celestia. You used to call Her Celestia so long ago too, back when She was a benevolent, motherly princess to all of Equestria.

Then She brought you to Her, and you realized it was a facade, hiding a sick, degenerate individual, only living for the next sexual depravity. Molestia, as She was known. The ponies who knew Molestia were terrified of Her, and Equestria was none the wiser.

And you hated Her of course. And you feared Her even more, so you played along with Her sybarite deviancies.

"Anooooooon!"

There was one small problem...

Molestia was with foal.

Being pregnant did... strange things to mares. Molestia was already insane. How could She possibly become even more insane, you didn't know. A negative cancelled a negative, except in this case.

The worst part? It was your foal.

"The baby has been restless lately, and it made me soooooo fucking wet..."

As if you needed more information, She turned around and lifted Her tail, showing you for the thousand time Her glistening marehood, slightly parted like an obscene flesh flower, crowned by an engorged clitoris.

She loved to flaunt to everyone Her new pregnant form, Her enormous fertile belly filled with babies, and Her bloated breasts, full of milk and now and then leaking their precious white content. She wanted to show the world how much of a slut She had been, that She had sex and gotten knocked up.

"Well don't just stare at it Anon, lick it, bitch!"

Years of conditioning made you obey by instinct. Though you were definitely not fond of Molestia, eating Her out was one of the few things you found enjoyable. She had the decency to maintain Herself clean, and since She got pregnant She smelled good. Very good. Side effects of hormones, maybe? You found yourself lapping greedily at Her folds, trying to drink as much of Her sweet love juices as you could.

"Oh fuck Anon that feels good. Lick my fucking cunt you slut."

Of course not everything was perfect. She always loved to humiliate you. Still, you knew better than to stop licking. At least Her moans of pleasure were a decent reward.

"Anon... I want your cock inside..."

You weren't one to disobey, especially from Molestia. Your cock was already hard anyway, thanks to the moans she made. You carefully rubbed the head of your stallionhood on Her lips, parting them and smearing juices everywhere. Time to do what you did best, pleasing the Princess.

"Quit your fucking teasing, asshole and just put it in already!"

Once again, She ordered and your conditioning kicked in. You slowly thrusted your manhood in Her, parting Her wet flesh open. She let out a loud gasp at the new feeling of satisfied fullness.

And now was time to make Her cum. This wasn't hard in itself, Molestia was fairly sensitive and would orgasm from anything. No, the challenge was keeping up with Her stamina. Thankfully you were doing the penetrating this time.

You built up a rythm, this was the key to good sex after all... when you started to feel warm water running down your inner thighs.

Now Molestia usually had... generous secretions, but this was beyond ridiculous... Until it dawned on you...

Fuck, Her waters had broken.

"Fuck Anon, why did you stop?! I was so freaking close!"

"B... but Princess" you replied, still balls deep inside her vagina "your waters broke!"

"Just... just switch holes dammit! I'm so close!"

You couldn't believe it, She was so morally degenerate She couldn't stop having sex even to bring Her foal into the world. What a sybarite.

You reached between your leg while you raised your hips at the same time, to rub your flare on Molestia's rear. A mix of pre-cum and vaginal secretions coated her plump plot. Molestia licked her lips and moaned at the thought of being fucked in the ass while giving birth. Already her belly was visibly rippled by contractions.

Her ass was gently parted by the head of your cock as it slowly, inch by inch, disappeared inside of her, its entrance eased by the copious amount of juices on your shaft. Molestia moaned in pure bliss, both from the feeling of being parted by a cock and from the contractions slowly bringing her foal into the world.

"Oh yes, fuck this feels so fucking good... Anon, fuck me like the broodmare I am!''

On her orders, you built up a good rythm, slinding in and out of her, faster and faster. You'd feel her backside squeeze on your member at every contraction of hers, and you were very ashamed to say that it felt good, very good.

Molestia would from time to time start pushing, at every contraction, letting out little groans every now and then. A small but constant stream of amniotic fluid trickled out of her marehood, soaking your balls, her legs and the floor underneath. The birth of the foal was imminent.

"A... Anon?"

"Aye?"

"The baby's coming out, I got to push... I can feel the head already..."

''Just... just push, princess.''

She wasn't kidding, already you could feel pressure from the baby's head sliding out of her, and the top of the head was crowning and rubbing on your balls. You finally climaxed, unable to resist anymore. Thick squirts of semen shot up inside Molestia's ass, some sliding out to join the mix of blood, amniotic fluids and vaginal fluids on the floor.

A small tought went to your mother, who was now a grandmother, without even knowing it (and likely never for that matter). How was she since you disappeared?

You now had to take care of the foal. You craddled the little thing's tiny precious head with your hooves, gently guiding it into the world. It was a little earth pony foal, with a cream coat and a blonde mane. It's eyes were closed.

Molestia moaned, in pain or bliss, through the last seconds of her labour. A few pushes and the foal would be free! You gently encouraged her, and you were rewarded with the foal sliding out of her mother, followed by a rush of what you hoped was only amniotic fluid and a thundering moan from Molestia.

You had a feeling however this wasn't done yet...

Molestia laid down on her right side, presenting her heavy bloated crotchboobs to you. Rivulets of white milk flowed out of her nipples, barely visible on her white fur.

''An... Anon... milk... you... just milk me...'' she panted. Poor thing, she must definitely have been tired.

You laid down the foal - a filly, still connected to her mother by the umbilical cord - on one of her breasts. The baby immediately went to suckling, the first meal of her life, while you grabbed the other teat and suckled.

Milk flew into your mouth, incredibly sweet, and memories came back too, of your childhood, in the countryside, with mom, dad, your sisters, your brothers...

''I miss you mom...'' you accidently said, lost in your thought. Instantly you blushed and regretted it, this was only giving ammo to Molestia's sick deviancies.

''I love you too my little Anon... now drink up my milk if you want to get strong...''

Dammit.

The feeding went on for a few minutes, when Molestia's breasts were finally empty. She got up and birth the placenta, with your help of course, and simply let you there with the foal.

''See you tomorrow Anon!''

Considering what kind of wretched being she was, she would never truly be a mother. She was incapable of loving, and the foal she just birthed was only another degenerate sexual experience to her. She'd likely just give it to a wet nurse for her to feed and raise. She hadn't even given it a name.

But you could do better.

The little foal's eyes openned and she cried. Her eyes... were blue, steel blue, a cold yet beautiful hue of blue.

You picked up the baby, holding it close to you, instantly, she calmed down and fell asleep. A little foal, innocent. Perhaps she could give you company, something to look forward to while you were bound to Molestia. Perhaps she'd turn out better than her mother.

''I think Azur would be a good name for you baby...''

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