The prince test


                                            >Story tags: Non-consensual foalcon (mare on colt), sadism, abuse, anal rape, some blood and scat references.


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                                            >Twilight Sparkle waited patiently for the young colt to be delivered to her. She had been looking forward to this month’s *prince test* for a good while now. Especially these days as she often used her servants to edge her for a full day or two before it.

                                            >In pairs she had them attentively lick her holes underneath her writing desk for hours at a time. Whilst the sealing spell she had developed and cast upon her dripping marehood. Ensured that no matter how intensely the young maids sucked on her engorged clit. Or deeply kissed her tailhole. She wouldn’t be able to reach her much needed release. Making the paperwork infront of her into a fun, but frustrating challenge to complete.


                                            >During her years on the throne Twilight had gotten quite well versed in introducing small *rewards* into her otherwise monotonous worklife. And the prince test was just another one of her many immoral pleasures that she had surrounded herself with. A pleasant highlight at the end of each month that Celestia herself had recommended to her before she left. It had helped the former ruler with her own stress relief so she figured it would help Twilight aswell. Knowing how bottled-up she could sometimes get without her attention.

                                            >Specifically the test entailed *intimately assessing* orphaned colts and offering them the chance of becoming nobility if they passed. Bestowing them with a royal title and new home within her castle.

                                            >Unsurprisingly the examination was completely fake and no colt would ever receive any special privileges from her.


                                            >Equally as unsurprising, offering orphans a better life than what they would otherwise ever have. Proved to be quite the motivator. Having catalogues worth of colts to pick and choose from at the end of each month. Albeit it wasn’t unusual for more exotic males to find themselves on her lists. Even though she almost always went with colts. The more noteworthy exception being whenever any dragon hatchlings showed up. If their scales were anywhere close to purple, then they could expect a royal chariot to pick them up mere hours after.


                                            >And so, sitting quietly in one of her older dignitary rooms, Twilight listlessly watched the chamber door infront of her. The slow, passing minutes further teasing her pent-up mind to no end.

                                            >The room itself had been re-purposed many years ago for this singular, recurring event. It had no windows and the dense, stone walls were imbedded with refracting plates that made teleporting out a difficult task. The room also had a set of red curtains on either side of it that travelled all the way up to her improvised throne. The red-covered sides concealing the chests full of sex toys on her right and a large bed on her left.


                                            >Then, just as she was about to lose her composure. A set of barely audible knocks were suddenly heard on the sturdy door.

                                            >”You may enter!” she called out in response. Masking her excitement she reclined back and observed as one of her trusted guards ushered in a blue, pegasus colt into the room.


                                            >And as soon as the colt was led inside. The same guard dutifully closed and barred the door behind him. Leaving him and the alicorn alone until tomorrow morning.

                                            >”Don’t be nervous little one,” Twilight said in a welcoming voice, ”please step forward and tell me your name.”

                                            >With a few jumbled steps the colt walked up to the sitting monarch.

                                            >”I-I’m Sky Trace y-your majesty,” the colt stuttered out. Bowing low just like he’d practised the night before.


                                            >Smiling, Twilight stood up to greet him. And with a gentle wing lifted the colt’s head up. Meeting his pearly green eyes.

                                            >”You have a beautiful name Sky Trace. A fitting name for such a lovely colt.”

                                            >Blushing, the young pegasus broke eye contact. And whilst he was looking away, Twilight took the opportunity to lower herself down infront of him.

                                            >Once at his level she leaned forward and nuzzled warmly against his cheek. Calming his tense figure the same way a caring mother would.


                                            >”And I’m Twilight Sparkle. Perhaps you’ve heard of me before?” she said mirthfully, pulling back a little.

                                            >The strange notion caused Sky Trace to giggle and look up despite his flush.

                                            >”But princess, everypony has heard of you!”

                                            >”Oh really?” Twilight said in mock surprise. “I didn’t think I was all that 'hip' anymore.”

                                            >Hearing this the colt suddenly laughed as he took the absurd statement in. He wasn’t sure how to process what was being said. *”Were princesses even supposed to be hip? Like at all?”* he thought to himself.


                                            >Seeing that the pegasus was finally relaxing, Twilight stood up. From experience she knew it always helped gaining their trust before moving on. Not to mention how much she loved indulging in their cute, disappointed looks as she used them like ragdolls shortly thereafter.


                                            >”Now then, why don’t we take a seat together?”

                                            >”Yeah, sure!”

                                            >”Excellent” she finished, leading the colt a step forward to her throne.


                                            >And as she sat down on her cushioned seat once more, Twilight lifted and brought Sky Trace along with her. Placing him upright on her lap.


                                            >”Are you ready to begin your *evaluation*?” she continued.

                                            >”Yes!” he eagerly nodded back. “But… umm… what exactly do I need to do again?”

                                            >”The test is relatively simple Sky. I’ll be using a special *magical device* on you. In some ways it will be similar to taking a needle shot. So all you need to do is relax and let me do all the work for you. Okay?”


                                            >”Ugh, but I hate taking needles!”

                                            >”I’m sorry, but this is the only way” she told the naive colt. “Or would you rather stop here and go back to the orphanage? I believe there are oth—”

                                            >”No, not that! I’m sorry. Will you please examine me?”

                                            >”Very well. But understand that, once I start. I won’t be able to stop until everything has been *thoroughly checked*. So do you think you can be a brave boy for me? Even if things get a little uncomfortable or scary?”

                                            >”Y-yeah, of course! I’m tougher than I look you know!”

                                            >”I’m sure you are~.”


                                            >As she finished her sentence Twilight brought a firm hoof over to the crease of his neck. And then proceeded to guide him down across her lap. Resting her large foreleg over his withers she held him securely down. Purposefully blocking any sight backwards.

                                            >”Umm… princess? This p-position is kinda embar—"

                                            >”Hush now Sky. We can talk more later once the examination is done. Right now I need to concentrate.”

                                            >”O-okay. Sorry.”


                                            >Now that his smaller frame was where she desired him to be. Twilight ignited her horn and levitated over a small, pink dildo and a bottle of clear lube from one of her many toy chests.

                                            >The dildo was small for an average, adult pony but noticeably big for any underage colt. Its pink colour seemingly faded from its many exploits.


                                            >Twilight hovered the two items discreetly towards the throne, taking them just behind his hindquarters. With the items floating in the air she then directed her magic and snapped the bottle of lube open with a click. Tilting the plastic container she let the viscous substance seep out and freely coat its narrow length.


                                            >And once it was covered by a glossy, wet sheen she floated the slick toy closer to her free hoof. Lowering the no longer needed bottle down onto the stone floor.

                                            >Directly afterwards Twilight enveloped the entirety of his short tail in her magenta aura. Pulling and holding his dock upright in the air. Shamelessly uncovering everything his pert rear had to offer.

                                            >And in doing so her eyes immediately wandered down to his testicles and sheath that pressed gently against her thighs. Needing to supress a snicker as his charming pouch reminded her of the very *focused* slapping she had given to a convict earlier in the week. His disjointed cries still fresh in her mind.


                                            >Sky Trace shuddered from having his tail raised so bluntly. The compromising pose and now his exposed backside made him feel incredibly vulnerable. No longer sure of himself he tried arching his head back. To better see what was happening behind him. Yet his sight was blocked by a large hoof pushing him down.


                                            ”P-princess? Wh-what’s g-going on?” he worriedly asked. The distress clear in his voice.


                                            >Ignoring him Twilight instead grabbed the dripping dildo from the air. Licking her lips she then brought it under the colt’s hiked tail; carefully aligning the tip up with his anus. And without delay she began prodding against his tight exit. Motioning the dildo inside of him.


                                            >”Ahha! Wait, s-stop! That’s my—”

                                            >”Shh, its going to be alright. I’ll be done in a moment. I promise.”


                                            >Squeezing the pointed end of the dildo further inwards. Twilight wrestled it through the creased outer rim of his unwilling tailhole. Quickly sinking half of it inside and causing him significant discomfort.


                                            >”Ufffguhhuuuu noooo! N-not there! Pleeeeaaasee stoooppp!”


                                            >As on cue the colt began trashing fiercely on her lap. Trying to get off with his meagre strength. The adorable sight almost made Twilight laugh as she slightly stiffened her hoof around his frantic form. Then continued sliding the dildo further into his reluctant passage. Enjoying how his little star struggled to accept the invading rod. Clenching and tightening ever so delightfully hard around it.


                                            >”You’re hurrrrttting me! 'Ghhah-ahh'. No m-more! 'Ahhfhahha' T-take it out—t-taake it out—ta-takee it ouuuuuut!” Sky Trace loudly yelled. His insides lurched painfully from the unfamiliar penetration. To him not even his absolute worst stomachache had felt this bad and wrong before.


                                            >Not stopping the princess briefly focused back to the room. Checking to make sure her invisible scrying orb was active and recording. If she wanted to know what *interesting* things her distant peers were doing to others. She knew she had to first share, before she could look. And later she really wished to immerse herself in some of the older orbs with Shining Armor and Flurry Heart.


                                            >Still on her lap and now utterly besides himself. Sky Trace tried pushing the dildo back out from his tailhole instead. Pushing with all of his might his face quickly reddened from the exertion. Grunting and gasping like he was having a difficult bowel movement.

                                            >And every time he pushed too hard, small flatulents escaped out around the buried toy. Deepening his already red hue.


                                            >Unperturbed, Twilight simply held her hoof still on the protruding base. Not letting it slide out she waited until he exhausted himself. Or managed to adjust to the girth in his bottom. Either way she was getting a wonderful view as she warmed him up for the next stage.


                                            >Recognizing that he was getting nowhere with his struggles. Sky Trace, with tears dampening his vision, drove himself backwards in a desperate move. Understanding it would hurt he succeeded in extending his wings open from underneath the alicorns heavy hoof.

                                            >And with the much needed victory he wildly flapped his wings as hard as he could. Hoping to get off and away with a fast surge.


                                            >”Oh? That’s new,” Twilight curiously remarked. Pausing, and with a basic weight spell, added several pounds to his wings and hooves. Making it impossible for his young body to lift them up anymore.

                                            >Once he had been dealt with she sharply tapped on the base of the dildo several times as punishment. Mercilessly ramming the last inch of it in and out of him. Causing him to painfully grimace and jolt with each tap.


                                            >The cruel taps quickly proved to be too much for Sky Trace. Collapsing down on her lap he started crying hysterically for his long-lost mother. Screaming and begging her to save him.


                                            >”Wahhhahhhh-ahhhh! Mammaaaaa! Uwhhahhhh-whaaahhhahh!”


                                            >“There there,” Twilight warmly said as she flicked a switch on the back of the seated toy. Turning the dildo on she made it vibrate strongly in his rectum. “You certainly were a lot braver than most.”


                                            >The pegasus eyes immediately shot open as he felt the powerful vibrations hit deep within him. The strange, foreign sensation caused him to cry even harder than before. His out-of-control emotions together with the weight spell; made everything but bawling and breathing difficult.


                                            >”Waaahhahhaahhh, uhhhhwhahhhhh! Uwahhahhwahhhhhaa!”


                                            >Twilight, feeling her own dampness pool on the cushion below her. Dropped any remaining pretences and swiftly worked the vibrating dildo back and forth from his rear.

                                            >Defiling him she thrusted the toy into his anus as deep as it would go. Almost making it vanish between his cheeks. Before pulling it out with a dirty squelch, and then in again.


                                            >Her marehood ached with uncontrollable lust as she felt his inner walls violently contract around the intrusion. His underage body obviously not ready or developed enough to handle such activities. And whenever she drove the dildo in too far, or too fast. He gagged and winced loudly from the pain. Which in turn only made her force it in harder.


                                            >After a while Sky Trace found himself lying slumpedly across her lap. Tired and dizzy from the hurtful abuse. Slowly his mind started to drift away from the scene. The respite making him feel less heavy and sore somehow.

                                            >And before long he wasn’t even sure where he was anymore. His surroundings darkening, becoming distant and blurry.


                                            >Hearing his crying eventually die down, Twilight after a few minutes, stopped and just held the vibrating dildo inside of him. Switching it from *high* to *max* she let the vibrating base tease directly against his prostate.


                                            >His soft, passive mewls told her that she was hitting the right spot. And as he was no longer moving, she instead caressed him with the same hoof she’d been using to hold him down with. Affectionately stroking his back and wings. Admiring his growing features.


                                            >A minute later and the colt convulsed on her lap. And with a shallow, dry groan ejaculated on her thighs. His small penis never once leaving his sheath.


                                            >Knowing how sensitive he was right now she purposefully lingered the vibrating dildo against his pleasure gland for a moment more. Listening as his cute, ragged breath slowly increased.

                                            >And when Twilight thought he was about orgasm again. She stopped and pulled the—less than pristine—dildo out from his messy hind.


                                            >In a bright flash Twilight then teleported the red and brown streaked toy away. Sending it into a plastic laundry basket located in her bathroom. And by the end of each day she would present the usually full basket to an unlucky servant. Preferring the damp toys to be licked clean rather than rinsed clean. And if the basket of toys weren’t spotless by the following morning. Or if the maid threw up whilst cleaning them. Then they could expect a very bruised hind after her breakfast.


                                            >Getting back to the moment Twilight looked down at the now unmoving colt. Sighing she realized that *replacing herself* with somepony else in his mind, would most likely take up her entire lunchbreak tomorrow. It was her least favourite part of the prince test. Boring but necessary.

                                            >Regardless, the memory alteration could wait until then. As currently there was something else. Something much more pressing that she needed to take care of.


                                            >And so, focusing. She levitated forth a double-sided strap-on harness from one of her many toy chests. The interior shaft already situated in it was perfectly moulded for her marehood. Custom built with numerous complex rune enchantments inscribed into it. The hidden runes could easily make the heavy mass twist and churn wildly within her vagina.

                                            >Whilst the exterior shaft—bobbing and swaying out from the front of the harness—was both flared and bigger, than what the colt had just experienced. Its shape and semi-pliant makeup was more something a budding mare would try to sneak out and buy during her first heat.


                                            >Getting up from her throne, Twilight casually dragged the drooping colt by his mane towards the left curtain. Parting the red drapes open she quickly positioned the colt up onto her bed. Maneuvering two plush pillows over and placing them under his barrel. Pushing his rump upwards.


                                            >With a hungry grin on her muzzle Twilight then hastily fastened the harness around her waist. Needing no foreplay she skilfully seated the faux member inside of her wet snatch. And after clicking and locking the length flush with her sex. Reached for the small end table on her right. Picking up an oily soap stick from a wrapper of four that she had prepared earlier.


                                            >Breaking the soft, slippery stick in two she first rubbed one half onto the shaft protruding out from between her haunches. Smearing and lathering it thickly up, before inserting the other half into the colt’s upturned bottom. Seeing the fragrant stick disappear into his inflamed anus, she knowingly kept her hoof still on his muscle. Blocking his exit as his body would instantly try to reject the harsh, cramp-inducing soap if she didn’t.


                                            >With her magic Twilight then activated the silicone phallus buried in her marehood. Making it come alive before mounting the young pegasus. Straddling his backside she quickly guided the flared head of her strap-on forwards. And with some resistance managed to pry the wide tip inside of his tailhole. Relaxing she then lowered her hips down until they touched his blue coat. Stretching his bleeding ring open in the process. And as she fully hilted inside of him she immediately dispelled the seal covering her starved sex.


                                            >Groaning Sky Trace slowly stirred awake from the new fullness in his rear. Feeling like he urgently needed to use the bathroom like never before in his life. Yet found himself unable to get up.

                                            >Ignoring the drumming within his head for a moment he turned his neck sideways. Looking backwards all he could see was Twilight’s adult form looming over him.

                                            >And for whatever reason, the princess was hurriedly humping and grinding against his flanks. Panting and moaning happily whilst driving him hard into the soft mattress below.

                                            >Then, a second later, all of his dulled senses cleared and came back to him. Upon which he surprised even himself with how high he could scream. Sounding more like a filly, than a colt.