“Pray tell, where is Lieutenant Sunburst?” One of the guards got up and walked over to the small office in the corner, trying to find his c/o. He pulled back and looked at the alicorn, then shook his head.

“Sorry, your majesty. He's not there. His gear is though.”

“I wonder where he could be?”

Pipsqueak awoke to knocking on his front door, looking out the window to see that it was now early evening, meaning they had slept all afternoon. Sliding Scootaloo from her place against his chest and setting her down gently on the mattress, he managed to stand against his desire to ignore his visitor and remain with her as the banging started again.

Slipping back into his t-shirt, he went down stairs and cracked open the door, then slammed it shut in the face of the pony stood outside. “Listen here, colt. We didn't exactly get off on the right foot, but if you don't let me see my daughter, I will force my way in.”

“She's... s-s-s-sleeping. C-c-c-come back l-l-later!”

“Are you scared of me, colt?”

“S-s-scared? Why w-w-w-would I be scared?”

“Just open the fucking door will ya? I'm give you my word I will not harm you.”

“Pip, what's going on?” He looked up and saw Scootaloo standing on the stairs, rubbing her eyes. She gave a yawn and then walked closer. “Who's out there?”

“Scootaloo, please... open the door.” She ignored the shaking of Pip's head, and cracked the door open a little, seeing a pegasus stallion with the same shade of fur as her and a light brown mane staring back at her. “Please... I... just want to talk.” Pip had backed away, and she glared at him as he pulled a sword from it's stand on shelf above the fireplace. He shrugged as he put it back and she opened the door fully, standing to the side.

The stallion entered, glancing at where Pip remained standing. The door was closed and he saw Scootaloo gesturing to the chair and he sat down. She then took hold of Pip's hand and dragged him to the couch, pressing against his side as she studied the stallion. “What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“If... you're really my dad, why didn't you try to find us?”

“I did, I honestly did. I checked Manehatten for two months, but found no sign of you or your mother. I fell into depression, and did some things I'm not proud of. In the end, I was left with two choices, prison or conscription. I went back after my training to the site of the fire...”

“Wait, fire? How old was I?”

“About three.” The earth pony she was next to wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, squeezing gently. “Is it important?”

“I've had nightmares for years every couple of nights. They always had a fire in them.”

“So... you saw it happen. I didn't know you had survived until last night. One of the guards sensed a magical disturbance in the gardens, and we went to investigate. There was a ball of light in the garden, and it zeroed in on me. We tried to stop it, but couldn't. It then dropped into an orange feather. I knew then that you were still alive. Then I got knocked to the floor as Princess Luna punched me.”

The clock on the wall began to chime, and they all looked over, shocked to see how late it was. Scootaloo whispered something into Pip's ear, and he got up with a nod, heading into the kitchen. “Um... dad?” He looked from the doorway back to the mare sat opposite him and smiled. “Would you... like to join us for dinner?”

“I... would love to, Scootaloo. Just... is there anyway we could get your... mother to join us?” She stood up and walked over, locking her gaze with his. She then surprised him as she jumped into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“We can try.”

Sweetie Belle's ass cheeks were no longer white. Some bits had gone dark red where her blood had risen to beneath her skin, and there were two large claw prints, one on each cheek. She tried, she really did, but she couldn't complete the count to twenty, stopping earlier with each try. She tried to clench her legs together as Spike's tongue made another pass around her folds, her moans of pleasure muffled and accompanied with copious amounts of drool.

There was a knock at the door which drew their attention, and the dragon stood, wiping his face on the towel he had placed on the floor. He got up and walked over to the door, cracking it open with only his head showing. On the other side was a guard. “Her Majesty Princess Celestia requests you and your mare's presence in her chambers.”

Spike glanced back over his shoulder at Sweetie Belle, cursing his luck as he turned back to the messenger. “Uh, sure. We'll be up in a bit.”

“She said immediately. And she also said to inform you that the way is clear.” Spike had been all over the castle, he knew every possible hiding spot. The guard who was dressed in Lunar armour went the opposite direction to her bedchambers, and then something struck his mind. Velvet wouldn't be able to open a shop like that without Celestia allowing it. Hold on... that outfit with her cutie mark...

Spike looked back to Sweetie Belle and grinned at her, the mare shaking her head as she worked out what he was thinking. He broke their mutual stare and closed the door, walking towards the bedroom. She couldn't see what he was up to from her current position, but she suddenly found herself able to stand up straight, and heard a mechanical click.

She looked down and saw him unlocking the other padlock on her opposite ankle, and then lifted up her leg. He slid it through the thong and then placed the other one in as well, sliding it up her legs. Sweetie Belle moaned as the cold rubber pressed against her soaking muff, and she looking pleadingly at Spike.

He stood with the bar and padlocks in one claw, grabbing the lead with the other. He then started to walk towards the door. She tried to resist, but had to follow him to keep her balance. Spike stopped for a moment and slipped his jeans and t-shirt on, then stuck his head out into the corridor to check it was clear.

He then threw the door wide open and dragged the moaning mare out, turning in the opposite direction to the guard. Sweetie Belle's moans echoed off the marble walls, getting louder, telling Spike that she was about ready to orgasm from being treated like that in a possibly public place. He knew the route well enough, and it passed through the main entrance hall.

After fifteen minutes of walking, and two of the mare's orgasms, they reached the grand hall, candles in alcoves throwing flickering shadows about. After ensuring they were alone, they walked out across the floor, Sweetie Belle's heels sounding like thunder in the darkness as her feet hit the floor. A light suddenly fell across them, and they stopped moving, turning slowly in the direction.

Behind it was one of the Lunar guards who stared wide eyed at them. Spike pulled the lead and dragged Sweetie Belle closer to him, sending the stallion the silent message that she belonged to him. With a shake of his head, the guard turned around and walked down a side corridor, leaving the unusual couple to carry on.

“Mastppphheppphh... leppph gopphh bacppphh!”

“Go back? We have been summoned by Princess Celestia, there is no going back.”

“Buppphh.... I'mpphh nopphh prespphhentpphpablpphh!”

“On the contrary, you are very presentable. Now stop stalling!” She moaned as his hand struck her flank once more, and they began what could only be a slow ascension of the grand staircase. It took them around thirty minutes, but eventually they stepped onto the landing where the Solar Princess's bedroom was.

The corridor had changed since his last visit, thick black curtains covering the walls, and tall candles lighting the way to the open doors. Walking in, they found the room empty, and Spike scratched his head. The door behind them slammed shut, and he jumped round to find their most gracious host, both his and Sweetie Belle's eyes going wide in shock. (1)

“Thank you for coming, I look forward to the rest of the evening.” Spike decided to start at the top as he gave her a once over. Her mane, whilst still floating ethereally, was in a different style, covering half of her face. Her eyes were framed with black eyeliner and yellow eye shadow, black lipstick on her lips.

There was a frilly black and white choker around her neck, a yellow and white one on each upper arm. Her breasts were both being covered and pushed up by her black and yellow, white frilled corset. Between her legs was a really tiny patch of fabric, the suspenders attached to the waistband holding up her black stockings, and she had a pair of sexy black heeled sandals on.

Spike knelt to the floor and bowed, dragging Sweetie Belle down with him, the drool pooling on the floor from her moaning mouth. “Your majesty, we are here to serve.”

“Are you now?” The was a sultry tone to her voice, and he glanced up to see a sadistic grin on her face, a piece of hemp rope fashioned into a whip now in her hands. “You may rise, Spike.” He did as bid, and Sweetie Belle went to join him, but magic kept her to the floor. “Know your place, slave. I said your master could rise, not you.”

She had never heard the sun princess speak like that to anypony, and it lit a fire between her legs for it to be said to her. She then began moaning as Celestia stepped forward and began to fondle her breasts, moving her hands lower and pressing against the latex over her warm lady garden. “Hmm, very nice. Now you may stand.”

Wobbling to her feet, she glanced at the alicorn and then at the floor in front of her. “Thanpphh yopphh, mispphhtreppphh.”

“Oh, she does know some manners? Good. Spike, remove that object between her legs.” Sweetie Belle felt her juices slide down her inner thighs as Spike removed the thong and stood with it in a claw. “Very nice, now pass it here.” He didn't see any reason to refuse, and he was soon shocked as he witnessed Celestia performing an act he never even thought about, sniffing the underwear and then licking the inside of it. “Mmm, it has been too long since I smelt and tasted the sweet nectar of a mare. Spike, shame on you for being selfish.”

“My apologies, your majesty. I had not known of your interest.” She gave him a smile as she stepped closer to the bound mare, and then pushed Sweetie Belle over the edge as she slipped two fingers into her slit, the mare screaming in pleasure as she had another orgasm and drenched the princess' fingers with her twat water. “Again, I apologise your majesty. Rest assured, she will be punished.”

“She got my hand wet.” She held it up to Spike's mouth, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Well? Clean it!” Needing no second bidding, he eagerly began to suckle her fingers, relishing in the taste of his mare's slut butter. The sight of him doing so caused Sweetie Belle to release further, and she was brought close to Celestia as the elder mare grabbed the lead. “That is twice you have cum without permission from me or your master. Spike, do you have the keys?”

“Of course.”

“Then unlock her wrists.” Not sure why, he did as asked, and then stepped back as Celestia's horn glowed. There was a sudden thud as a large A frame appeared in the room, just behind Sweetie Belle. “I think her legs have been together long enough. You know what to do.” The bound mare began to moan-cry as her legs were spread wide and locked to the bar again, Spike nibbling her clit with his teeth as he did so.

The sound of a chain dropping down bid her look over her shoulder, where Celestia was waiting. Her new mistress threaded the last padlock through one of her cuffs, then the chain, and then her other cuff, clicking it shut. She then reached up and grabbed the other end of the chain, pulling on it a little, causing Sweetie's arms to raise above her back, bending her forward. “Nopphhh, Mistpphhhreppphh, pleapphhh!” (2)

Celestia ignored her, and kept pulling the chain until Sweetie Belle was almost pulled from the floor. She backed away from the frame and approached her bed, wrapping the chain around it and using one of her own locks to secure it. Spike walked around his marefriend and grinned, her tight asshole and dripping gash on display.

His discipline partner walked over, kneeling down in front of her and cupping her breasts in her hands. Sweetie Belle moaned into her gag as her breast were fondled, and then scrunched her eyes shut as Celestia squeezed her nipples. “Oh, you like that then? Well, perhaps you will like these.” She opened her eyes to see a chain in her hand, and on each end was these strange objects. She watched wide eyed as Celestia opened one somehow and it sprung shut. She then felt her nipple pulled out, one of the strange devices hovering over it.

“Nopphh nopphh nopphh nopphh nopphh ARRPPHHHHH!!!!” Celestia had let it shut, the two metal ends creating an immense pressure on her nipple, some tears streaming from her eyes as there was a small amount of pain along with it. Her other nipple was then pulled out in the same way. “Nopphh nopphh pleARRRPPPPPHHHH! (3)

There was a wicked grin on Celestia's muzzle as she stood back up, watching the mare shake. She walked around to the back end of her slave and grabbed her rope, hitting hit soft but firmly across Sweetie Belle's flanks. The room echoed with a scream, the impact causing her to try and move forward, which in turn caused the nipple clamps to jingle about, and send more pain through her nerves. It hurt like fuck... but she loved it.

“Spike, come here.” Celestia knelt on her hands and knees with her muzzle up to the dripping wet slit, blowing hot breath over it and causing the mare to try and move away, getting the same results. The dragon stood next to the couple, but a white hand bid him move behind her, and his eyes widened as Celestia ripped away the small piece of fabric from between her legs, presenting herself to him. “What is she going to do... when you are taking another mare in the same room?”

He glanced up and caught Sweetie Belle's gaze. She knew he was conflicted, wanting to carry on with the activities, but not wanting to do anything that would damage their relationship. Her eyes scrunched up as Celestia grew impatient and shoved her tongue into the young mare's folds, swirling it around. She opened her eyes as she moaned and looked once more to Spike, nodding.

He walked to her front and tilted her head up to him, kissing the tip of her muzzle as they smiled at each other. He leant forward so he could whisper into her ear. “Thank you, I'll be sure to remember this.” He walked back around, slipping out of his jeans and kneeling behind Celestia. He could see she was ready, her own minge glistening in the candlelight. She gave out a loud gasp as he thrust into her, burying himself to his hilt.

He then began to pull back, and thrust forward again, making her moan. Celestia then buried her muzzle into Sweetie Belle's snatch, hands holding onto her hips for stability. For the bound mare it was too much, the idea of their leader and ruler being rutted by her drakefriend as her tongue was inside her. She could feel the moans from the alicorn vibrate through her nether regions.

Her muffled moans echoed throughout the room as she came, her love sauce cascading over Celestia muzzle. This in turn, coupled with Spike's thrusts, pushed her to orgasm, her inner walls clamping down on the dragon cock deep inside her. Having being near the edge all night, Spike felt himself release into the alicorn, whose walls were milking him for all he was worth.

He fell back with a thud, staring in surprise at his still erect cock. Celestia shakily got to her feet, walking to the front of Sweetie Belle. She reached behind her head and undid the strap, pulling the gag out, the mare taking a deep breath as drool dripped from her lower lip. “T-t-t-thank you, M-m-mistress. Could you... p-p-please take these... t-t-things off now?”

Kneeling to the floor, Celestia placed her lips to Sweetie Belle's, pushing her tongue in and sharing the mares own taste with her. She then had a scream into mouth as she removed both clamps at the same time, the feeling to her slave's nipples returning very quickly. She then lifted her hands and massaged the sore spots, bringing some relief. “That was the worst part, the removal. Now then, one last activity, and then you can retire for the night. Would you like that, slave?”

“Y-y-yes mistress, v-v-very much.” Spike had approached from behind, and she gasped as the head of his erection teased her lower lips, Celestia standing back up. Sweetie Belle moaned with pleasure as he thrust into her, but it pushed her head into the waiting crotch in front of her. A hand came up and stopped her from pulling away, and she looked up at her mistress.

“Lick.” She did as told whilst Spike continued to slam against her hips, the mixed taste of his seed and Celestia's bream cream graced her tongue. “Good, make sure to get deep in there.” She began to moan against the fur as she began to reach her peak once more.

“Come on Rumble, come out! Ah promise not to laugh again!”

“NO! I'll find a way out, and then I'm getting out of this!” Applebloom looked up towards the top floor of the barn with a grin on her face. Rumble was hiding up there somewhere, and there was only one way down, but she could see the steps from where she was.

“Aw, come on! Ah won fair an' square! Ya agreed after all!”

“Yeah, ugh...” There was the sound of grunting, and Applebloom snickered as she imagined him trying reach Big Mac's tool shelf. “I may have agreed, but you're stronger than you look! And did you really have to do this again?”

“What, lingerie not yer thing? Ah think ya look pretty good!”

“Almost got it... FUCK! But did you really have to tie me up again! It hurts my wings!”

“Wait... are yer sayin' that yer jus' want to be untied?”

“Um... yeah, I guess.”

“Well... come on down, Ah promise t' let ya out.” She got no reply, but smiled when she heard a thud on the floorboards, making it's way to the steps. The first thing to appear was some heels the same size as Applejack's, but the younger farm mare had brought them that afternoon. They were soon followed by a set of legs in stockings, a limp cock hanging between them.

Rumble's flushed face then came into view, his arms tied behind his back. Applebloom walked over and began to undo the knots, the pegasus flexing his wings and rubbing his arms once they were free. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to his mare, who was regarding him with confusion. “Let me get this straight... yer don't wanna be tied, but yer don't mind mare's clothing?”

“Um... yeah. Guess I should tell you now, huh?” He walked away, sitting on the hay bale still in situ from the previous day's activities. “You remember that best young mare competition that the club had a while ago?”

“Yeah, Scoots was in it. If Ah remember right, she came second, an' wasn't happy about that! The mare that won had these pretty strong and attractive le...” She trailed off as she looked at his feet, slowly lifting her gaze up his body with the mare's image in his mind. “You 'ave gotta be jokin'. Please, tell me yer jokin'! You won that thing?”

“Yeah... Scootaloo was the only real mare in it. I... occasionally enter drag competitions. I've probably got more lingerie than Miss Rarity.” He dropped his gaze to the floor, then glanced out of the corner of his eye as Applebloom sat next to him and pressed against his side, head resting on his shoulder.

“You wanna know something about that day? Just looking at all them... mares, Ah got... a little excited, especially by you. Ah then ran to t' toilets and... relieved mahself.”

“You... fingered yourself... in the club, because of me in drag.”

“Uh... Ah guess Ah did. But now Ah know... yer ain't got anythin' to be worried about. Ah... don't mind.” Rumble suddenly found himself looking at the roof of the barn, before Applebloom straddled his lap and removed her top. “Now then, Ah said Ah don't mind, but if yer don't rut me silly right now, Ah may have to send some pictures to t' Ponyville Express.”

“You took pictures?”

“Not yet, but Ah can easily beat yer at wrestling again and hogtie yer. Now...” She lowered her head and pushed him into a passionate kiss. She kept a hold of his lower lip in her teeth as she pulled away, gripping a little tighter and drawing blood, feeling something poke her in the back. “... that's better. Now start fuckin' me.”

His hands came down and slipped her shorts down, smiling as he found out she wasn't wearing underwear. She slid back and he easily entered her slippery squeeze box. He began thrusting, but a voice from the door made them stop and look over. “Applebloom, what the fuck are ya doing? And why the hay is Rumble wearing that.”

She turned back to the pegasus and smirked. It took him a few minutes to realise what she was thinking, but then shrugged and nodded. Applebloom began to roll her hips as she turned back to her visitor. “Bout time yer got 'ere, Babs. Now come in and close t' door.”

Her cousin, who was too entranced to refuse, did as asked. She walked right over to the bale even as Applebloom started to gasp in pleasure. The farm mare saw the city slicker from the corner of her eye, attempting to remove her shorts, but Babs jumped away. “What the hay are ya doing? I wasn't expecting this!”

“Jus' get yer clothes off!”

“What?”

“Ya 'eard me, strip.” The brown furred earth pony glanced at the stallion, who nodded back at her. Confused, she slid her shorts and panties down her legs, slipping off her t-shirt and unclasping her bra. “Good, now sit on 'is face.”

“What?”

“Trust me, 'e's got a good tongue.” Stepping away from her discarded clothing, leaving just her ankle socks and sneakers on, she spread her legs over his head and began to lower herself slowly down. She suddenly moaned out loud as said tongue flicked against her clit. The two mares looked over the door as another pony entered.

“Applebloom, what are you doin' with yer cuz... an' Rumble? NEVERMIND, AH DON'T WANNNA KNOW!” The door slammed shut as Applejack left, and Applebloom turned to see a rare blush on Babs' cheeks. She lifted her hands and raised her muzzle, locking their eyes.

Babs' went wide as Applebloom pushed forward with hers closed and connected their lips, forcibly pushing her tongue through. She began to moan into her cousin's mouth and rocked her hips as Rumble buried his tongue as far as possible. Jeez, how long is this colt's tongue? And Applebloom... her taste, it's so sweet... Her mind drew a blank as she let her body take over, bringing her hands up and mirroring Applebloom's actions, massaging her cousin's breasts.

Author's Notes:

Oh look, I got carried away again... Guess it's time for the usual pictures, huh?
(1) Mistress Celestia. Come on, and be honest, how many of you got hard or wet just imagining that!!!

(2) This position, for those that want to know, is called the 'Strappado'.
(3) This is what Sweetie Belle had placed on her nipples.

They are called clover clamps, and are designed to grip tighter if the chain is pulled. And take it from me, if they are pulled hard enough that they come off, it hurts like fuck!!! Much more fun when you're not the one wearing them!

And finally, somewhat in the spirit of this story...

A further final. This is me when writing most of this story.