Twilight knew the parade had begun when fanfare erupted from within the stadium. She carefully peered over the windowsill, keeping herself low to avoid being seen – for now, it seemed the caribou were content to let her lay low and she was in no mood to change that.

The reactions from the crowd were next, a distant hubbub that first went silent, then roared anew. At first, all she could hear was cheering, but as the cacophony drew nearer and Twilight recast the hearing enhancement spell, she could hear shocked gasps from the ponies. Finally, the first caribou banner-bearers drew round a corner, and Twilight was able to see the parade for herself.

It began with caribou flanked by the all male royal guards. They were walking in neat ordered ranks that demonstrated clear unity between the two groups. The banners of the caribou were raised high, as well as the flag of Equestria, yet the latter had been vandalized. The Princesses had been covered in crude inkings that left them in collars with poorly drawn phalluses intruding into their faces and backsides. They were in shackles, their wings and horns crossed out. The guards showed no regret as they held the flags up high and passed Twilight by.

Next came a group of collared mares; Twilight recognized a few faces as those who had been hiding with her in the coliseum. The reds led the pack, each wearing a silken leash that was linked to a pony or caribou walking alongside them, as if the newly-collared mares were favored pets. Most kept their heads down, though Twilight spotted one who was walking with a sway to her hips and a cheerful smile upon her face, the mare seemingly unashamed by her nudity.

Behind came the unwilling captures, the black-collared mares walking in rows six abreast. Their arms were pulled behind them and their wrists chained together. For all but the rear row, a chain went from the wrist-cuffs to the collar of the mare directly behind, linking them together. Their ankles were hobbled as well, forcing them to walk with a quick shuffling motion. One in the rear lagged behind, only for the caribou watching the group to graze her in the back with his shock baton. The brief touch wasn't enough to drop her, but her yelp and sudden rush forwards to keep pace showed how painful even minor contact had been.

It was then Twilight realized the mares weren't all simply marching in unison. Bondage alone failed to explain the odd gait of many of the mares; Twilight couldn't seem to puzzle out why until she looked closer. Manes had obscured many foreheads at first, but a closer look showed each was a unicorn mare whose horn had been removed. That didn't explain the awkward shuffle, though… until she looked at one red collar who was passing her by, the same one who'd been smiling before. Unlike her companions, the red’s tail was hiked up high and swaying side to side. Beneath, Twilight saw a glint of reflected light that matched the mares coat in hue. She was confused until the first row of bound mares passed, and she saw another sheen matching the blue of the second mare. Twilight’s hands shot to her mouth to stifle a gasp even as she fell backwards. She thumped her posterior on the floor, while her skirt bunched up, pinching the cleft of her bottom. Each mare had had her shorn horn stuffed into her ass, and Twilight now understood why they were walking oddly, why their faces were flushed; not only were they being forced to display themselves shackled and nude, the improvised dildos were the cherry atop the humiliation sundae.

The earth ponies fared somewhat better. They had been dressed in equine tack. The females marched forwards with blinders preventing them from seeing the crowd, with a thick bit stuffed in their mouth, and with the straps of the tack criss-crossing beneath their breasts, as well as between their legs. Each step was stimulating, like it or not. One earth pony mare suddenly squealed, and from her flushed face and quivering legs, it was obvious she was cumming on the spot. Unlike her lagging companion from earlier, she wasn't firmly shocked. A caribou lightly slapped her on the ass to tell her to get moving.

The pegasi, though, they were the hardest hit. Each was wearing the sheaths indicating plucked wings. The reds seemed fine, but the black-collared mares… some had tear-streaked faces, and many were marching stiffly with oddly rigid posture. One bent forward, then let out a pained moan as the black sheath shifted with movements from the trapped wings beneath. It… oh, merciful Celestia, there must be something painful about it… Yet, the pegasi were still forced to march forward, and the occasional twitch or pained whimper was ignored utterly by their escorts.

The rows of mares soon passed Twilight by, and as the last departed, Twilight found herself breathing heavily. That light tingling from earlier was back, a sort of warm buzz in her groin. She ignored it, watched instead as another line of royal guard came by, each of them carrying collars, leashes, sex toys… laughter, jeers, and winks towards the kneeling mares lining the streets, shouted promises of playtime to come. Twilight's hands once more leapt to her mouth, and she squealed as she spotted a familiar face. Her horn glowed as she focused the the magical amplification spell, and in moments the roar of the crowd dimmed to background noise as the spell shifted to only amplify what she focused upon.

Her friends were being 'honored' by being given spaces all to themselves; just one pony, and the caribou holding her leash to walk her along. Applejack came first, the black collar cinched tight around her neck. She had been bedecked in golden reins and shackles set to display her more prominently. Whereas other ponies had bits in their mouth, AJ's was stuffed with a large ruby-hued apple. The apple was protected by a metal ring-gag to ensure AJ simply couldn't bite through it. The fruit wasn't able to muffle her angry shouts, and she sported numerous fresh bruises. As she watched, Twilight saw Applejack plant her hooves and refuse to move.

The caribou responded with a powerful yank upon her leash, sending her tumbling into the dirt as he started to drag her along. Applejack laid like that for a good dozen feet before she began to try to struggle to her hooves. The caribou halted, allowing everypony to see the bound mare’s thrashing. With her wrists shackled behind her, with her ankles bound in leather hobbles, her clumsy struggles eventually resulted in her captor using her ponytail to drag her to her hooves. Tears welled up in the proud pony's eyes as she began to once more walk forward.

Additional apples were bulging out of her crotch and ass, though unlike the unicorns, Applejack managed to walk as if she barely noticed them. Yet, the glistening on the skin of the fruit showed even she couldn’t stop her body from growing aroused. Like her gag, the fruit remained anchored by gilded leather straps that encircled her belly and thighs, providing a convenient harness for the apples. The tack was further connected to the dressage around her head and breasts, complementing the showier appearance she had been 'gifted' with.

To finish the ensemble, she bore a tail wrap which was cinched tightly round her the base of her blonde tail, forcing it to remain hiked and ensuring continual display of the well-toned muscles of her rear. Though she started to plod forwards yet again, her coat was left covered in dirt, while her ponytail had come undone from the caribou’s crude ‘help’, resulting in her mane becoming unkempt and dirt-laden as well. Even so… Applejack managed to somehow remain proud and defiant in her bonds. She radiated suppressed strength. She was bound, restrained, but not broken.

Twilight's fingers had drifted lower to flick lightly over her abdomen. The tingling had grown stronger. She was horrified, yet at the same time, there was an undeniable erotic element to it all. A small part of her brain wondered what it would be like to be in that parade, and her fingers danced of their own accord as her skirt fell to the floor around her. Her face was flushed, humiliated at what she was doing, yet she couldn't seem to tame her disobedient hand as a soft gasp broke the silence in her hideout.

Twilight forced her gaze free from Applejack to turn towards the next lone pony. Pinkie Pie was… well, arguably even worse-off than Applejack. Twilight recognized that straight-maned, wild-eyed look from a memorable birthday party of years ago, but the resemblance ended there. Pinkie's eyes darted about wildly, and she was clearly muttering to herself, but whatever she was saying was incomprehensible.

Pinkie too was wearing accoutrement… though whereas Applejack's could be seen as some sort of twisted carousel affair, Pinkie was being treated like a dangerous dog. A metal muzzle was wrapped around her face. The muzzle doubled as a ring-gag, and it was Pinkie's flapping tongue that had clued Twilight into her ranting. While Applejack had only needed one handler, Pinkie had three. The first held the leash hooked to her collar; the next was behind her, holding a chain linked to the shackles on her wrists, and the last by a knotted rope that teased Pinkie's nethers with every slight movement of the rope.

It took Twilight a moment to realize Pinkie’s collar was different. It was purple, though she had no idea why. She tried to turn her thoughts to that mystery, but her mind was clouded, her eyes fixated on the perky bouncing breasts of Pinkie Pie. Twilight's fingers began to tease through her panties as moisture beaded between her legs, but a sudden effort of will forced her quivering hand away. She tightly gripped the windowsill and panted as she struggled against the humiliating wave of lust burning within her. She shouldn't find this arousing! It was wrong! And yet…

She squeezed her eyes shut, not willing to look until she was sure Pinkie Pie had passed. She didn't want to look again, knowing who was likely to be next. You owe it to her… Twilight's thoughts were being traitorous. She's your friend. She deserves somepony to know what's happened. One eye squeezed itself open, then the other, and Twilight turned back to the road to look for Fluttershy.

Fluttershy was not where Twilight had expected her to be. She wasn't being forced to walk nude behind a handler. She wasn't busy desperately averting her eyes like Twilight had thought, not shaking and sobbing.

Fluttershy was atop a small parade float. It was a simple affair with small curtains of white cloth on the sides to veil the wood and wheels beneath. The float itself was being pulled by a dozen black-collared mares; each had a harness wrapped around her chest, straps encircling and emphasizing the naked bust. The mares were in six columns of two, while flanking the ponies were a pair of caribou handlers carrying long riding crops. Small welts marred the beauty of several of the mares, a testament to the willingness of their escorts to punish infractions, as one mare who faltered found herself with a stinging bottom and a new zeal for maintaining her pace.

The float itself carried another seated caribou upon a small carved chair. Seated at his left was a large wolf-like dog whose tail lazily wagged as it panted and surveyed the area. To his right, closer to Twilight, Fluttershy lay kneeling upon a plush pillow. The caribou was affectionately scratching her between the ears. His thick fingers stroked through her pink mane while the pegasus trembled nervously. It looked as if he was comforting Fluttershy as she would have comforted a frightened animal.

Most shocking, though, the thing that sent Twilight's stomach into a confused knot of clenched dizziness, Fluttershy's collar was the same maroon of the willing mares Twilight had seen earlier, the same hue that she'd watched Cadance eagerly accept around her neck back in the stadium. Fluttershy's wings had undergone plucking, yet she seemed to be in no pain when the caribou suddenly laughed and let his fingers lightly tweak the glossy sheaths affixed to her back. Fluttershy's squeak came easily to Twilight's magically enhanced ears, but it was equal parts embarrassment and arousal.

What was next, though… any doubts that Twilight had about Fluttershy's acceptance were soon dispelled. It began with a sharp snap of the caribou's fingers. The canine beside him roused. The dog's ears perked attentively as the caribou pointed and commanded, “Shift. Roll. Present.” The canine obeyed quickly, moving to the indicated spot before its master, then rolling onto its back and spreading its legs to expose its - no, his very male anatomy.

“Now, Fluttershy,” the caribou firmly told her. “As you can see, he is already growing excited. And we would not want him to stay pent up like that, would we? It will make him very uncomfortable if he remains eager and isn't pleased.” A deep chuckle came from the caribou as he gave the back of her head a gentle push. “It's just you and him, now. There's no need to think of anybody else, just you and a needy animal. I know you don't want to see your new friend feel sad, do you?” He turned his eyes towards the canine, and added, “Longtooth, Beg!' The dog's ears immediately drooped, his eyes went wide and pleading, and one paw reached plaintively for Fluttershy as a low whine came from the canine's throat.

Fluttershy trembled as her eyes darted wildly around the crowd. She slowly moved forwards off her pillow. The hand upon her head never let up, ensuring each small scoot towards the dog was a one-way trip. As she drew near, the pegasus reached a hand out and began to scritch him beneath the chin. “Oh, you are a good boy, aren't you?” she whispered. “So very big, yet so gentle and warm.” She took a deep breath as she reached his side and knelt there. “And you've been so well-behaved, I don't want to see you deprived of your reward.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, and Twilight suspected only she could hear it. “Okay Fluttershy. You've, uhm, you've done this before. All that's different this time is there's ponies watching you… but the masters said those ponies need to learn how to make the animals happy too! You need to show them how it's done. Without a demonstration, how will they learn?” Her other hand began on his belly, providing a slow rub that set his tail wagging.

Twilight bit her lip so hard it began to ache painfully. She watched in wide-eyed wonderment as Fluttershy's fingers began to slowly circle the canine's furred sheath, then dipped downwards and trace the outline of his furry sac. Her hand came back up, and her fingers split into a V that traced itself along the sheath once more and then down the excited flesh that had stiffened from her teasing. “Good boy,” Fluttershy murmured as her hand changed position, soon encircling the stiff member and lightly working its way up and down his length. Longtooth's tongue rolled out as he eagerly panted, and the pony's first hand continued to scritch him beneath the chin. Fluttershy's timidity faded as she lost herself in caring for the animal below. Her hand worked faster now, pumping itself up and down the length of the dog.

Twilight took a glance at the crowd; the reactions were what she'd expected, most mares in stunned silence, and most males with a look of smug enjoyment on her face. There were occasional ponies though, even black collars, that she… squirming in the same way she herself was. Her hand found its way down to rub over her panties again. It's okay this time… she told herself. Fluttershy wants this. I'm only seeing something she's already done in secret. She's sharing this, I'm… only enjoying the show. The words rang hollow in her head, but her fingers felt so good as they kneaded her wet panties against the tingling warmth of her puffy sex. The panties grew so damp as to be partially transparent, though nopony was there to see; Twilight's pleasures were for her alone.

She watched, her breath coming in sensual grunts as Fluttershy leaned forward. Fluttershy’s tongue flicked outwards, suddenly rasping over that glistening red cock, and then Fluttershy smoothly lifted the shaft, guiding it into her mouth. Lewd sucking noises flowed into Twilight's eager ears, feeding her voyeuristic lust as Fluttershy pleasured the beast below. Fluttershy moved to all fours to be more comfortable. She slowly bobbed her head back and forth, and her tail rose upwards as she too grew aroused, showing Twilight and the crowd the gleaming excitement coating her labia. Fluttershy’s trembling body testified that she too was enjoying things almost as much as the dog beneath her.

Twilight felt her sex clench in need, and her hand finally pulled her panties away so she could slide fingers into her eager, warm cunt. Her muscles squeezed the teasing digits. She gasped in acute desire, and then angled her fingers up to lightly graze her throbbing clit. Her eyes remained riveted upon her friend, Twilight masturbating until Fluttershy's float wheeled past, and Twilight let out a disappointed groan as she pulled her head back inside. Twilight gasped in relief when she realized she'd been completely exposed if anypony had looked, but it appeared as if her lust hadn't accidentally betrayed her.

She took a few moments to compose herself, to pull hand away from her dripping sex, to bring herself back to her center. By the time she was ready to peek again, the tempo of the crowd had changed. Whispers were spreading from pony to pony, and heads were rapidly turning to look in the distance.

It began with the former guardsmares. They had been stripped of their proper armor, yet they did not walk nude. Twilight first noticed the black collars that were wrapped around the throat of each and every mare; not one of these ponies had been taken willingly. Like the earlier procession, their arms were shackled behind them, but though they wore golden cuffs around their ankles, there were no chains attached, at least for now. Golden corsets were wrapped around the chest of each, rising to a tapered point that cupped their bared breasts, while beneath they wore crotchless golden plate that was designed to draw attention to their exposed vaginas. Each wore a matching tail wrap that kept the tail high and out of the way.

Finally, the mares had been placed in tack; bits in mouth and bridles that wrapped around heads and shoulders were linked to long traces that connected to the float behind. The harnesses allowed the mares to pull as they walked, and in seven columns of seven mares each, they steadily marched forward to draw a large float forwards. And upon it...Twilight’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks, and it took the roar of the crowd to snap her out of her sudden daze.

Twilight stared at Cadance first. Cadance was closer, and Twilight couldn't yet bring herself to turn her eyes towards the other side. Her former foalsitter was on all fours atop a plump pink pillow that glimmered wetly with reflected sunlight. Cadance’s legs were spread, and Shining Armor was behind her wantonly pumping away while she moaned whorishly at every thrust of his cock.

Twilight gulped. Here were her foalsitter and her brother, openly fucking in public. Shining grit his teeth, and his hips surged forward, and then he groaned and shuddered atop Cadance. His movements changed from firm thrusts to shuddering jerks while Cadance collapsed on the pillow, and a blissful moan flowed from her throat. Soon, Shining pulled himself free, and more fluids dripped onto the pillows as he lounged backwards in a chair. He then glanced to a pegasus stallion sitting nearby, and gestured towards his wife in open invitation. The stallion's reply was a lustful grin as he moved behind Cadance and unbuckled his pants, then slid them downwards while the former Princess swished her hips and beckoned to him. Lust and ecstasy were in equal measure upon her face, and Cadance shoved her dripping cunt back the instant he had freed himself, impaling herself on his firming cock and then grinding away as she began to groan hungrily once more.

Twilight's fingers had approached her throbbing nethers once again, but she had managed to regain some semblance of control, and thus only lightly teased herself as she watched the stallion roughly rut Cadance. Twilight couldn't lie to herself. Watching her former foalsitter being used like the whore she'd clearly become was a sinful delight.

But it was not to last. The other noises eventually forced Twilight's attention to the other mare upon the float. She stopped midway and looked at the small throne where Dainn, the caribou leader, lounged. He appeared almost bored as he cast his gaze about the crowd. His hand was idly toying with a pearly white horn, occasionally tapping it against the wood of the chair as if it were a foal's toy.

Twilight's stomach clenched. The final occupant of the float was who Twilight didn’t want to see. Even the faint movement of her head required to focus upon Princess Celestia was extraordinarily difficult for Twilight, and her throat grew tight as she fought for inner control. Like Cadance, Celestia was on all fours, though unlike Cadance, the solar princess was being held down. Her black collar was attached to a pair of chains. The first bound her to a ring on the surface of the float, while the second to a metal band wrapped around her tail to ensure both head and tail were held up and at attention. Her wrists were shackled to the surface, and her abdomen was supported by a stool that ensured she simply didn't collapse on the float.

Twilight heard a small whimper, and realized it came from her throat; how could she not, seeing Celestia so laid low? The Princess's hooves were forced wide by a spreader bar around her knees that left her unable to protect her wet sex.

Wait… wet​? Twilight was disbelieving, but her magically enhanced eyes did not lie. Moisture beaded the floor beneath the mare, so that even if Twilight could not yet see Celestia's backside directly, it was clear she was damp. Further, when Twilight turned to look at Celestia's face, she saw that the Princess was disheveled, sweaty, panting, clearly heavily aroused. The Princess was grimacing, fighting it, but a moan still forced itself past her lips and her hips arched upwards, presenting that winking sex to the assorted ponies around her: the male members of the Royal Guard.

“I think she's ready now,” the cold voice of Dainn drawled out. “How are you enjoying that toy in your backside, Princess? I imagine it is like being in estrus, only… magnified. Feel free to take your reward, guards. After so many years of service, you deserve it. And, oh, prepare her wings, as well.”

Her wings? Twilight focused for the first time on Celestia's back, and realized the Princess's wings were pulled outwards, small clamps keeping them stretched taut. She watched as one guard casually stepped to the Princess's side, then knelt down, grasped one of her long primary feathers, and gave it a firm tug, plucking it free and holding it up for the crowd to behold. The males in the audience roared with approval as the guard turned and dropped the feather into a box beside the Princess.

A second guard moved to her other side, and together they began to pluck feather after feather from Celestia's wings, but they did so slowly; each was carefully yanked free, held up for inspection, and then dropped into the box.

Celestia's degradation only began there. Just after the first feather was plucked away, a half-naked guard knelt behind her, then hungrily thrust himself into her cunt. “I have wanted this ever since I enlisted, Celestia. Perhaps had you not been such a bitch, things could have been different. Then again, I suppose you're still a bitch, just one in her proper place.” He went silent as he hissed in pleasure and began to powerfully fuck the Princess. His hips slammed into her rear, and Celestia groaned in unwanted relief, the pleasure of the act painted upon her face as her body betrayed her. She bit the exhalation short, stifling it halfway as eyes shut themselves and she drew a ragged breath.

The guard's rut did not last long. Celestia's cunt was clearly ecstasy for him, as while the stallion atop Cadance was still grinding away, the guard stiffened, and Celestia did as well. There was a silvery glow from beneath her tail, and then the Princess let out a whorish squeal as she trembled beneath him. The two guards attending to her wings impassively continued plucking the spasming appendages, but Celestia didn't seem to notice. She simply collapsed against the support stool and sucked in great breaths of air while fluids spattered the ground beneath her, leaving her knees sticky from the small puddle forming beneath her.

In moments, a second guard moved into place, and the float by now had drawn level with Twilight. She was able to clearly see Celestia's sweat-soaked body, see patches of bare flesh where feathers had been plucked away, see the second guard thrust into the Princess. She watched as Celestia groaned and ground into the cock within her before she was able to seize control of her traitorous body and do her best to hold still.

It was too much for Twilight. Her fingers curled and plunged in and out of her sopping sex; the floor beneath her was wet, her thighs were slick with her juices dribbling free, and a heated pressure in her pussy demanded relief. Her eyes were locked on the Princess, unblinking as she watched her mentor get taken again and again as the float rolled on; several of the guards were masturbating to ensure they could cum quickly once they took the Princess, to ensure the puddle of cum below Celestia grew steadily larger.

It came without warning – a sudden seizure that left Twilight's fingers stiff and unresponsive as the walls of her pussy squeezed tight, pulling and massaging while her burning clit blanked her brain, numbing her to anything but the sight before her. She bit back a shriek as some small shard of consciousness that remained kept her from betraying her location even as she betrayed her mentor by wantonly masturbating to her being defiled by her traitorous guards.

Twilight collapsed on the floor, and the world went dim for several seconds until the torrent of bliss slowed, the undulating waves of pleasure fading to a manageable buzz of relief. Small spasms still shook her sex as she drew her fingers free, and her cheeks grew hot with shame as the full measure of what she had done hit her. She dragged her panties quickly up, then grabbed her skirt in her magic and wrapped it around her waist, yet even as she did, the cold wetness clinging to her thighs served as a reminder of her indiscretion.

She carefully wiped her fingers on the floor, though the sweet scent of her juices still clung to them, tickling her nose as she dared to peek out once more. The float had moved on, and Twilight glanced to a window ahead, then concentrated, vanishing in a pop of teleportation magic and reappearing in formerly distant room. She glanced around to make sure it was deserted, then looked out the window once more. Shining Armor's spell was still active; she couldn't lose sight of him, even if it meant watching every minute of Celestia being used as a fuckdoll by her eager guards.

Several of the guards who had already gone had begun masturbating once more. Instead of taking her, however, they began to stain her body with their seed, leaving sticky patches of cum across the Princess's coat. The guardsmares steadily pulled the float forwards, and Twilight was forced to teleport again and again as they drew ever-closer to the castle.

Finally, the parade came to a halt with Celestia's float right at the stairs to enter the palace. Twilight had squirreled herself in the boughs of a thickly-leaved tree to conceal herself from prying eyes. The last feather on Celestia's wings was plucked away, and the guards removed the clamps, letting the Princess's naked wings finally retreat to her back where they quickly stretched and folded as she worked out the aching pressure of having them kept cramped for so long.

“I do hope you're enjoying that, Celestia,” Dainn drawled. “As you won't be stretching them anytime soon. Sheathe her.” One caribou stepped forth, and grabbed Celestia's left wing. Black plastic, identical to the sheaths on Cadance's back, save for color and larger size, was drawn over her wing, and then the second piece fitted against it, sealing the left wing within. The second sheath was similarly fitted over her right wing, and then the caribou drew out a multi-colored rod, black at the base and then an interweaving spiral of purple, blue, white, and pink to a silver gem held at the far end. It was passed over the sheaths, and Celestia stiffened as her eyes went wide. Her teeth gritted and she hissed as Dainn opened his mouth once more.

“Unpleasant, is it not? Agonizing, I would dare say. But it doesn't have to stay this way, cunt. All you need to do is crawl your way into the palace. Not walk, but crawl. The longer you take, the longer the agony continues. Once you obey, your discomfort will be appropriately lessened. So long as you are well-behaved, the worst of it will be stiff wings that crave stretching yet remained confined. Disobey, and... well, this is far from the rod’s highest setting.”

The shackles around Celestia were removed, and the Princess stretched her arms and legs, but did not attempt to stand. A guard proceeded to hook a leash around the collar, then gave it a firm tug. “Heel, cunt,” he demanded. “Crawl.”

Celestia held out for a short time, up until Dainn spoke again. “You know, if you insist on being recalcitrant, several of your former guardsmares were pegasi, no? You can either begin crawling now, or we shall see if you enjoy watching them experience the same pain you are.”

Celestia waited several more grueling seconds as her eyes turned to the mares still shackled to the float. One hand lifted, moved forwards, and then a knee, another hand, Celestia beginning to crawl till she was alongside the guard holding her leash. She went down a ramp, and towards the stairs… but Twilight saw no more, for she realized that Shining Armor was breaking off from the group.

Her brother was hurrying towards the a servant's entrance, one Twilight was long familiar with. This was the quickest route to the guard captain's quarters. Twilight took one last long look at Celestia. Her mentor was naked, cum-soaked, crawling like a dog up the stairs to her palace. Tears filled Twilight’s eyes, and then she vanished for the final time, teleporting to her brother's quarters to await his arrival.

Oh, Celestia, I am sorry… Twilight thought as the tears were joined by muted sobs, but the mare was all too aware of the slowly drying sticky proof of betrayal still staining her thighs.

Author's Notes:

First, apologies on the delay! Life has a way of eating up one's time, even when all that remains to be done is editing.

Second, thank you to Twipet for serving as an editor for the chapter; you gave a bunch of valuable input!

Beyond that, I do not have much to say on this chapter. I suspect the Fluttershy segment will be the most controversial. Of course, the story itself is controversial, and rightly should be; this material is meant to be disturbing, because it is something so depraved in substance.