Derpibooru ID number: 1103148
Artist: kevinsano

“Ooh, yes... That’s the stuff.” Twilight lounged in her throne, wings stretched to their full breadth as she sped up her efforts. Nyloned hands roamed every last inch of her foot-long length, thick as her own arm and drooling with potent, virile seed. “Needed this!”

Being a princess was such hard work! Not the act of ruling itself, of course. She could handle policy and meet with diplomats in her sleep. What did need her full attention was her new alicorn biology; constantly horny, always lusting. Since ancient times, Equestria’s princesses had been the kingdom’s last resort in birthing the next generation of ponies, with the equipment and libido to match. They were symbols of fertility and virility both, and Twilight was no exception now that she had ascended. A lesser pony might have already succumbed to her almighty needs, but Twilight Sparkle never allowed herself to slack on her duties! She simply had to... multitask.

Her Agricultural Adviser, a feminine little stallion with hips wider than average mare’s blushed. “Princess Sparkle?” he asked. “Did you hear the figures I relayed you on this year’s harvests? Should I, um...” He shifted uneasily in place, his fat, full-bodied rear jiggling ever so slightly. Oh, she liked that. A blob of thick precum, more than most stallions blew in a single load, oozed to the floor, and she grinned as his face went full scarlet. “Should I r-repeat that?”

“Mm, no, don’t worry.” Twilight’s horn glowed bright, teleporting a spare stocking all the way up from her dresser drawer. She slid it expertly over the royal scepter without missing a beat, leaving a patch of sensitive cockflesh free for her to tease. “A hundred thousand bits in apples, twice that in wheat, and five times that in hay. What about - aah~” She drifted off into blissful silence, the bright purple nylon of her stocking darkening quickly as her hands sped up. “What about next year’s forecasts?”

“I... I...” The poor stallion’s eyes went wide as Twilight’s cock-stocking filled itself like a water balloon, dropping to the floor and squishing with excess. “I seem to have forgotten them, Princess Sparkle,” he squeaked shamefully, covering the bulge in his crotch with his hands. “Forgive me.”

“Not a problem,” Twilight sighed, a smile on her face. This was to be expected. Not all of her advisers were used to the sight of the bountiful Princess of Friendship, and some of them required a little training to acclimate. She shot him a wink, free hand drifting to tease a plump nipple. “Why don’t you tell me all about it... tonight?”