Chapter One

A delicate field of white laced through the air, descending over Canterlot in a silent parade. From her balcony, Celestia watched the snow glisten in the fading light of her sunset. A deep breath and peaceful release were the harbinger of the smile growing onto her face.

Mid-winter was never her favorite time of year, but she had to admit the beauty of it was still captivating at times. It was almost enough to ignore the temperature tumbling down along with the snow.

“How is she doing?”

She looked over her shoulder with a smile, seeing Luna standing in the doorway to the balcony. Wordlessly, she nodded her head to one side, angling it down towards the ground below. Luna walked up beside her and peered over the railing.

Far below, in the middle of the castle garden, she was attending to her own version of court. Dozens of ponies gathered around, waiting for their opportunity to speak and be heard by one of Equestria’s newest celebrities—Princess Chrysalis of the Equestria, Queen of the Changelings.

“I don’t trust her,” Luna sneered.

Turning with a slight laugh, Celestia nodded. “Good. That means the only surprise you should get is a pleasant one.”

“I think you are being too kind, allowing her to do this. It undermines you.” Luna took a step backwards and turned to head back inside their chamber.

“I think you mean us,” Celestia corrected, following Luna inside.

“No, I meant you.” she shook her head, casting aside the few specks of winter clinging to her mane and coat. “She isn’t looking to humiliate me.”

“Oh, ho ho ho,” Celestia chuckled again. “You underestimate her still. I don’t believe we will ever fully understand her schemes and plans.”

“Only because you continue to let her do it!” Luna snapped.

Celestia raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t aware I was offending you by…what was I doing again?”

“Do not be coy, Tia. The more rope you give that monster, the better the chance she will bind us all in some trap.” Luna turned to her, eyes glowing in the dimming light.

It had been over a year now, but Celestia was still growing accustomed to seeing those eyes and not feeling fear. Dragon’s eyes. Black slits in fields of teal, indicating a predator. She couldn’t help but smile at them now.

“Luna, I am not being coy. Nor am I being foolish. We have discussed this many times. Chrysalis is now a Princess of Equestria, and as such she is entitled to respect. She is also indebted to perform a myriad of tasks for the betterment of all—both pony and changeling.” She stepped over to her wife and nuzzled her on the neck. “And besides, the only way we will truly know her loyalty is if we give her the rope and the opportunity.”

Luna lifted her head up and draped it over her sister’s neck. Their ethereal manes intermingled, creating an aurora effect between them.

“I am not angry with you, Tia. I am angry I got us into this situation,” she sighed.

Gently, Celestia pulled back, looking Luna directly in the eye once more. “Never blame yourself. Equestria was in crisis, and you were the only one able to act. You made the right decision.”

She snorted her reply and shook her head. “That is much easier for you to say. It was not your action that brought this upon us. I have a constant reminder of what I did living with us.”

“Really?” A dim glow surrounded the golden metal horn protruding from Celestia’s forehead. “I have no idea what it is like to have such a thing.”

“You are mocking me?” Luna growled.

“No, my love, I am merely stating how we all paid a price from Coldheart’s invasion, and we must all live with the consequences. You are not alone.”

“Hmmph!” Luna walked over to the balcony, staring out towards the setting sun. “At least your horn doesn’t threaten to overtake Equestria.”

“No, but you do that. All the time, actually,” Celestia replied with another chuckle.

Looking back over her shoulder, Luna grinned at her with sharp fangs. “Well, you can’t take all of the darkness out of me, now can you?”

“Nor would I wish to, Luna. I love you for who you are. Nightmare and all.”

“Good.” One side of her mouth curled up into a sneer. “I have to raise the moon, and then attended to my night court. You will be keeping an eye on her?”

“Only casually. She is on her own for the most part,” Celestia answered.

“I wish Cadance was still here,” Luna grumbled. “She knows the threat involved.”

“The return of the Crystal Kingdom required us to take action, Luna, and there is no pony more qualified than her to lead them into a new era.”

“Oh, I understand,” Luna answered, “I just don’t like it.”

“It certainly seemed to make Cadance happy to put some distance between her and Chrysalis,” Celestia laughed.

Luna nodded slowly. “I will be back later. I hope you will be awake.”

Raising an eyebrow, a grin grew on Celestia’s face. “If that implies what I think it does, I’ll make it a point to stay up.”

“I love you,” Luna said as she leapt from the balcony, unfurling her wings and taking flight to the peak of Canterlot Castle.

Walking back onto the balcony, Celestia followed her sister’s flight until she disappeared behind another tower.

“And I love you, Luna.”

Snow fell around her. She followed a single flake down past her balcony as it traveled towards the dark green figure on the grounds below.

**********

“Who’s next?”

Her voice droned, buzzing like a copy of itself playing just out of sync. She stood in the garden, a dark weed in a field of pristine snow, attending to a line of ponies growing steadily longer each week.

“A mister Drawloom, Your Highness.” She stifled a wince at those words. A queen should never be addressed as a princess, despite her current situation. Glancing over at the unicorn beside her, she nodded. So far, she was impressed with this pony. Not once had he questioned his position as her aide, and he was quick to understand her own unique needs and desires. “Shall I send him over?”

“Yes, Dapifer, please do.”

With a single gesture, Dapifer called forth an older stallion with a blue coat and a purple mane. He nodded repeatedly as he approached Chrysalis.

“Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you.”

She forced a smile at him. “You are very welcome. How may the royal line of Equestria assist you today?”

The stallion continued to nod. “Thank you, thank you. I have, have been petitioning the princesses—Celestia and Luna—for some time. Petitioning them for some time, yes. You see, I have been manufacturing my hoof-stitched rugs for many, many years now, and they have never once given me the right of exclusivity on my product. All I ask is no other pony, griffin, or otherwise creature living in Equestria or beyond, be able to duplicate my work without the harshest of penalties. Harsh penalties. Can you help me, Your Highness?”

Dapifer looked to the princess, and watched her eye twitch slightly. He suppressed a laugh—and a smile—as she struggled to maintain her composure.

“Thank you, dear…Drawloom, I believe, for coming to me with this matter,” Chrysalis stood straight—neck high, head bent, wings and tail in relaxed positions—smiling thin enough to not expose her fangs to these small ponies. “As a changeling, I understand what it means to be looked upon as something not unique. And I, of all beings, understand what having your own unique skills and talents means, despite outside perceptions. Now that you have brought this matter to me here, in this open court where all may be heard equally, I can bring this matter to the attention of my fellow princesses, and press upon them to bring a satisfactory resolution to the matter.” She turned to her aide once more. “Dapifer, be sure to get this pony’s information so he may be contacted at a later date.”

“Of course, Princess Chrysalis,” Dapifer motioned for Drawloom to follow.

“Oh princess!” Drawloom shouted as he was being escorted away, “I should probably get you samples of my work so you can show them to the others. I would hate for them to get my original work confused with the impostor items floating around Canterlot.”

“Yes, of course,” she droned. “Dapifer will handle all of that.” She glanced down at her shadow stretching far across the field and smiled inwardly. Her wings came to life with a buzz, lifting her into the air where she hovered high enough for all to see. “I am afraid that with the setting of the sun, this common court must also retire. I will do my best to convince Celestia to let the sun linger a while longer tomorrow so I may speak with more of you, but for today, we have come to an end.”

Guards stepped forward, positioning themselves between Chrysalis and the ponies gathered to speak with her. In a very calm and orderly manner, the crowd dispersed, heading back to their lives. Chrysalis turned and walked casually—but at a reasonable pace—towards the castle proper. With every step her pace increased slightly until she finally burst through the door and into the warm halls of Canterlot Castle. Immediately she sprinted for the hearth awaiting her beyond the door.

“Curse them!” she spat. “Why must those damned weather ponies subject us to this ridiculous climate.”

She stepped close the fire, feeling the heat penetrate her carapace and bring some sensation back to her body. Bending her joints back and forth slowly, she closed her eyes and soaked in the warmth. Her lungs filled more easily and tension fled from her body. Her legs curled under her as she lay down quietly.

“Princess?” Dapifer’s voice shocked her back to the moment, with no idea how much time had passed.

“Yes, aide?” she slowly turned to look at him.

“You really should be more careful, Princess. You know how the cold affects changelings.” He walked over towards her, levitating a mug of steaming liquid. “And yes, I do realize you don’t get much pleasure from it, but this tea will help to warm you.”

“How kind of you,” she took the mug from him, drawing it to her in a green glow of her own power. “And how do you feel things went today?”

“Well, Your Highness, it entirely depends upon the goal intended. You met with a total of seventy-one ponies, the most yet, but of those ponies, only a dozen or so had any real matters needing any attention from the court. Most of the others were simply seeking attention or complaints regarding previous claims.”

He was a fairly young pony for his standing, perhaps a few years younger than Twilight Sparkle and her collection of bothersome pests. Tall and lean, he sported a blue-green coat and bright green mane, with sharp eyes matching his mane. He showed no particular talent for magic, but his skill at organization was exceptional.

She couldn’t wait to replace him with one of her own changelings.

“Yes, that last pony seemed particularly colorful,” Chrysalis droned. “I have a feeling he has been through this once or twice before.”

“Often, in fact. He has seen both of the other princesses on several occasions, dating back to before Princess Luna’s return, in fact,” he chuckled. “I expect you will see him several more times. Assuming you continue this, at least.”

She raised an eye at him. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing, Princess. I just know this is not optimal weather for you or your kind,” he stated.

“And why do you think I continue to go out in this weather?” she brought the tea up to her lips and sipped the warm, dry liquid. Dry. She could think of it no other way, as all it did was make her thirsty for something satiating.

“It isn’t my place to judge such things, Your Highness,” he answered.

“Nonsense. I asked you to tell me, so you will. Right now.” She sat up straight, resting the tea on the side of the hearth, her eyes fixated on his.

“Very well,” he straightened himself, trying desperately to reach two-thirds of her size. “You seek approval. You know you are not welcome in Canterlot—or Equestria for that matter—and are trying to find some means to correct that, for whatever purpose you have in mind. I would like to think it was to understand the ponies you now live with openly, but I fear it is simply a means to an end. Perhaps for food, or even as a prelude to another invasion as you worm your way into our society.”

Her eyes opened wide as her chin lowered slightly.

“I will have my resignation on your desk in the morning, Princess,” he nodded as he turned away.

“Whatever for?” she said with a smile. “It’s nice to have a pony who is so direct with me. Most of the time they are too worried about stepping on the hoof of the changeling and causing a scene. I like it when ponies don’t try to hide things from me. They should never do things they aren’t particularly good at.”

He turned back to her. “You wish to keep my services?”

“Absolutely. I insist upon it, actually.” Her lip curled up into a sneer.

“You do understand that I am loyal to Equestria, and if I feel you are doing anything to harm it, I will report you immediately to the princesses.” He stood still, calmly facing her.

“Which is exactly what I want. With you as my watchdog, my actions will seem so much more believable, don’t you think?”

He stood there quietly in reflection.

“Very well. I accept your terms.” He stepped gingerly towards her once again.

“Excellent.” She levitated the tea up once again, resting the warm cup against her cheek. “We have never really taken time to talk to each other, Dapifer. On an informal basis, I mean.”

“I try to keep work and personal life separate, Your Highness.” His chin was high and his shoulders square.

“Well, then let’s talk about your professional life. Do you want to better yourself, Dapifer?” she asked.

“I serve Equestria,” he answered immediately.

“That isn’t what I asked,” she replied. “I don’t question your loyalty—you’ve made that abundantly clear, in fact—I just want to understand your ambition. You seem rather young to be in your current position, and I wonder if you got it through your own achievement or through…connections.”

His face drew in and his eyes narrowed. “Thank you, Your Highness, but everything I have achieved in my life I did though my own means. I do not, nor will I ever, ride on the tail of another pony to get a position.”

Her mouth opened into a wide smile, and her long, forked tongue slithered out of her mouth and drew around her lips before drawing back inside.

“Well then, Dapifer, let’s talk about how you might be able to further your career…”

**********

Rushing down the hall, he bumped into three stallions, two mares, a pedestal holding a memorial shield given to the castle by visiting dignitaries from some foreign land (he really didn’t know which one), and even a wall he forgot wasn’t actually a doorway, it just painted to look like one at a glance—to him, anyway.

The sad part was it was the third time this week.

His breath was ragged as he finally made the correct turn and came spilling into the Throne Room, hooves doing their very best to stay under him the whole time.

“You are late.” Her voice was dark and cold, with a visage to match. Looming high above him, staring down from both an imposing position and status, she kept her head held high, even as she parted her lips slightly to reveal teeth like pearly shards of glass. “Again.”

He kept thinking he should feel scared or something, and wondered briefly why he didn’t.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I promise it won’t happen again, Your Highness. I promise!”

“You said that the last three times, Regnant Troth,” Luna replied with a heavy sigh. “My tolerance is wearing extremely thin.”

“I know! I know! I was just…” The actual days events went through his mind. Eating. Playing cards at the hall. Eating. Standing outside the trotting track to watch the mares—while doing his best to not be creepy. Reading comics. Thinking about the mares he watched at the trotting track—and REALLY trying to not be creepy. Eating while cursing himself for being so creepy. Realizing he was late. Running here. Yeah, none of those really worked. “I had important business of state to deal with.”

“What was it?” she replied quickly.

He stared straight at her. Unmoving and eyes unblinking. “I’m sorry?”

“What was this important task? The one so dire it caused you to be late to duty yet again.” Her voice was calm and level, with no edge or threat to it at all.

Now he was scared.

“I…It’s really…” He took a deep breath. “I’m not at liberty to say.” He paused. “Your Highness.”

Her eyes turned a colder shade of teal. “You are not at liberty to tell me? Luna, Princess of Equestria and co-ruler of the Empire. You cannot tell…me?” She licked her upper lip once.

“Uh, no ma’am.” He smiled—as hard as he could possibly manage.

“Regnant Troth, you do understand why you still have this position, don’t you?” Luna asked.

He swallowed once. “Because of my undying devotion to the crown?”

She shook her head and brought her left hoof up to push aside her helmet and rub her forehead. “Because we are so short-hooved thanks to Coldheart’s invasion that we cannot afford to send any pony away right now. Every single willing mare or stallion is being taken in and trained, and since you have been on staff for over four years—four years!—you have a position of some importance at the moment.” She leaned her head down to look at him more closely. “Remember those three words: At. The. Moment.”

He nodded slowly. “At the moment. Understood, Your Highness.”

“Nonetheless, if you continue along this path, I will still see fit to relieve you of duty, is that clear?” Luna stated bluntly.

“Yes, Your Highness.” His voice was soft and uncertain.

“That is not the tone of one of my personal guard,” she growled.

“Yes, Your Highness!” He raised up and spoke clearly, staring forward and not at the princess.

“Better,” she purred. “Now, it is time to begin court. Open the doors.”

A quick salute and he stepped forward to open the large set of double doors leading to the public chamber outside the Throne Room. As usual, there was a much smaller contingent of ponies gathered there, and most of them were here to deal with the less savory aspects of life in Equestria. Things more fitting of a Princess of the Night than the shining Princess of the Sun representing everything bright and cheerful in the land.

They filed in, passing by his station and moving to the official queue to meet with Luna and her personal advisor—a mare named Tenebrous Quill, who he never did like. She was always a little too…stiff. The other members of the Night Guard were okay with her, but she never did feel right to him. It wasn’t his place to judge, though.

He stood at his post, watching every pony enter, searching for anything dangerous they might be carrying. He was the first line of defense. The visual line. He was also the first test for any of them. Most of them stared, they couldn’t help it. It was the lingering stares that set off notices. Not that he wasn’t used to stares.

Bat-Pony. He heard that term thousands of times over the years. Hated it each time. Seemed like an insult. A derogatory term used by people who judged him and his brethren simply by their looks. Technically, his people were the Chollima, but most didn’t use that name—or even ask about it. They just assumed Bat-Pony was the right term and used it openly.

Of course, Earth Pony wasn’t much better in his mind, so he tried to never say that, either. The most upsetting aspect was the fact he never bothered to ask any Earth Pony what they wanted or should be called. He felt like such a hypocrite. So, he just tried to use simpler terms for everypony. What’s wrong with just…pony? Seemed to make sense to him.

He glanced out the door, taking in a quick measure of how long things should take tonight. The line had grown. It went down the hall and around the corner. It never did that. He shifted to one side, hoping the new perspective would change the laws of physics and make the line shorter somehow. It didn’t.

“What the hay…?” He stepped out of the room, walking down the hall slightly, searching for the end of the queue. It currently stretched down to the end of the hallway, and was growing as pony after pony were lining up, still. “Oookay…”

He turned and walked back to his post, giving all of the ponies a once-over as he made his way back. Glancing up at Luna on the throne, she was talking to the first pair of ponies for the evening, and it was obvious she had no idea what was happening. His right hoof lifted up slightly, considering getting the princess’s attention, but dropped back to the ground almost instantly.

He licked his lips, and shot a quick burst of air out between his teeth, making a very faint whistling sound. Eyes locked on Tenebrous Quill, he did it again, waiting for her to glance his way. She heard him. He knew she heard him. She was way too uptight to not notice something like a guard whistling, but he had no idea if she was going to be too immalleable to even glance his way or not.

So far, it was a not.

“Gran banble, frantal bar uchet…” He mumbled so tightly no one could understand him if they tried. He wasn’t sure he understood himself, actually.

With a clenched jaw and wrenched face, he shot another quick burst through his teeth. This time, the whistle was piercingly loud.

Everyone in the room turned to look at him—including Tenebrous and Princess Luna. He smiled weakly and laughed nervously. Desperately, he locked eyes with Tenebrous and motioned his head towards the doorway and the line extending beyond.

After leaning over and saying something to Luna—who immediately went back to talking with the pair of ponies at the base of the throne—Tenebrous marched quickly and deliberately towards Regnant Troth.

“Hey,” he began as she got in soft vocal range. “Sorry about that, I just wanted—“

“You’re relieved.” She gestured out the door with her muzzle. “You will get a new assignment tomorrow.”

“No! No, no! I wasn’t trying to be—“

“Didn’t you hear me?” Cold grey eyes stared at him, no mirth or joy apparent at all. She walked up beside him, eyes never wavering.

“Would you just shut up and look out there!” He growled under his breath as he jabbed a hoof towards the line.

She leaned out with a huff, letting her gaze travel past him. Then she took a step to the side and craned her neck out a little further, her eyes narrowing. A dozen more steps carried her out into the hall with him staying at his post and watching. Finally, she turned and trotted back to him.

“Where did all of these ponies come from?”

His eyes bugged out as he shook his head quickly. “You think I have any idea? Why do you think I tried to get your attention? I thought you needed to know about this.”

Her nostrils flared out as she huffed out a frustrated breath. “You’re thinking too much. Return to your post.”

She walked up the throne ramp and leaned over to Luna, who raised up her head, looking down past the doors at the line extending out of sight. And then she did something Regnant Troth never expected: she smiled.

Regnant Troth raised both eyebrows, turned back to the line, and let out a long sigh.

“Looks like it’s gonna be a long night…”

* * * * * * *

The paper floated effortlessly in the air before her, surrounded by the golden glow of her magic. The smile on her face was equally effortless, brought about by the words lying on the scroll as she read them aloud.

“…so I want to thank both you and Luna for giving Shining Armor and I this opportunity. The Crystal Empire has been a challenge thus far, but we are finding a home here, and are grateful to be near ponies who are more…agreeable with us. We hope you and Luna are not having any undo difficulties of your own. Your Niece, Mi Amore Cadenza, Princess of the Crystal Empire.”

If anything, her smile was bigger as she gently rerolled and lowered the scroll to her desk, setting it beside the regalia she removed a short while before. Magic gripped the quill on the corner of the desk and lifted it up, bringing it to her mouth and tapping it against her lower lip as she contemplated her response.

Her considerations were broken by the sound of her bedchamber door slamming open.

“Unbelievable!” Luna proclaimed as she stepped into the room. “I do not know what has brought out so many ponies this evening, but the court is overwhelmed with petitioners. They line up well beyond the end of the hallway and the line seems to be constant! It is quite infuriating.”

Celestia lowered the quill back into place as she turned towards her wife. “And hello to you, Luna,” she chuckled.

“Hello,” Luna snorted as she stomped across the room.

“Well, at least you got through it. You are back in the comfort of your own room once more and can relax.” Celestia moved over to kiss her, only to be frozen in her tracks by the frigid gaze of Luna’s teal eyes. “You did finish, didn’t you?”

“I just told you they were lined up well beyond the end of the hallway,” she growled.

“What? What are you doing here? You’ve got to go back. Those ponies may need urgent attention.” Celestia took two steps towards the door, only to be stopped by a strong grip on her hindquarters. She turned her head back to see her sister strongly grasping onto her.

“I am on a break. I needed to do something to let off a little…excess frustration…before I exploded.” Her fangs glinted under her lips. “I will go back as soon as I feel…satisfied.”

Celestia lowered her gaze slightly, her cheeks turning a faint rose in color. It was nice to feel so desired. “Luna, you are insatiable.”

A growl rose from Luna’s throat as her lip curled up.

“Mistress! I of course meant Mistress Luna!” Celestia blurted out. Her eyes flashed up for a scant second, and then back down to the ground. “Forgive me!”

She waited for a response, standing there unmoving. Every second that passed became longer as Celestia lingered on the possible outcome. Her hooves shifted slightly, but she wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or arousal.

“Well?” Luna finally asked.

Celestia waited for more, but only silence filled the room. Her eyes shifted over towards Luna, still maintaining her focus on the floor. “Mistress?”

“You beg for forgiveness, yet you are still standing?”

Her eyes shot wide as her knees hit the ground, lowering her head down instantly. “Forgive me!” she almost shouted.

A hoof brushed against and through Celestia’s mane, filtering through the nigh-ethereal nature of it and grasping onto the substance beneath. The soft touch turned harsh as Luna’s hoof yanked Celestia’s head to the side.

“You hesitated. Do you not want to be my pet any longer? Do you no longer desire my touch?” Luna spit at her.

“Yes, Mistress! Of course, Mistress! I—“

“Roll over!” Luna threw her hoof away, tossing Celestia’s mane to the side as she cut off her sentence. After a moment, Celestia lurched to the side and rolled her body over, coming up once again onto her knees.

“Are you that stupid?” Luna stood over her, snickering. “I suppose I should know the answer already, but sometimes you can amaze me, slut.” She kicked Celestia in the side. “Roll over onto your back! Is that clear enough!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Celestia lurched again, this time shifting her weight until she lay on her back, legs curled up above her. Both her mane and tail spilled out onto the floor, creating a kaleidoscope around Luna’s hooves.

The dark princess chuckled, staring down at the prone mare beneath her.

“I have a special task for you tonight, pet.” Luna’s voice was cold. “I do hope you are grateful for what I am going to give you.”

“I-I am always grateful for any of your gifts, Mistress,” Celestia whimpered, her eyes focused down towards her belly.

“Really? Well, you should look up, then.”

Slowly, Celestia brought her head back, her eyes rolling up to see what waited above her. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw it.

Swaying back and forth between Luna’s legs was something unusual. She was accustomed to Luna using her magic to transform her clitoris into a penis, but the massive thing hanging between her legs now was…frightening. Almost twice anything she had ever seen from her before.

“Mistress, you…” she couldn’t finish her thought.

“Impressive, no?” Luna laughed.

“Y-yes, very, but Mistress, I’m not sure even I could—“

“Are you questioning me? Are you?!” Luna shouted.

“No, Mistress!” Celestia answered. “I-I trust you.”

“Yes. Yes, as well you should, pet,” Luna stepped forward, bringing the head of her phallus directly above Celestia’s head, swinging to and fro. “You need to remember you are a primordial goddess, after all. You are immortal, and have survived things no other pony in all of Equestria could hope to overcome.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she gulped back, eyes hypnotically following the motion of the cock over her. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“Lick it!” Luna growled.

Celestia raised her head, pivoting it up on the point of her golden horn, as her tongue lashed out and slathered across the head of Luna’s massive member, glazing it with a thick coat of saliva. A deep, primal moan echoed through Luna’s barrel. Taking that as a message, Celestia continued to assault the weapon, driving the tip of her tongue across the head and pulling back with a tangy taste of pre-cum she ran over her lips.

“Tell me, slut,” Luna began, “how long do you think you can hold your breath?”

“M-mistress?” Celestia whimpered.

“We’re about to test that out, I was just curious what you thought.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never measured it,” she answered. “It’s a very long time, but…”

“Oh, I do hope it is long enough. I guess we will find out.” Her voice turned sharper suddenly. “Open your mouth!”

Celestia’s jaw fell slack, her tongue extending out to provide a softer passage for what she knew was coming. The head of Luna’s cock pressed against Celestia’s tongue, pushing it and rubbing it firmly, adding even more slick slime to both the tongue and her dick. Her jaw stretched back slightly as Luna pressed the first edge of her cock into Celestia’s mouth, letting it rest there.

“Don’t just lay there, slut. Suck!” Luna spat.

Lips closed down around it, and Celestia was in shock at the thickness of the thing in her mouth. She barely had any room to move her tongue at all, but did her best to swirl it around the head as she applied a gentle suction.

“Mmmmm,” Luna cooed, “you are an excellent slut, aren’t you? I should reward such an excellent slut.”

The tingle of magic filled the air, and Celestia felt something forming and pressing against the inner portion of her thigh, and then moving towards her body. It passed over her dripping sex, lingering there for a moment. Closing her eyes, Celestia moaned against the flesh in her mouth. The magical thing between her legs parted her lips slightly, and then pulled away. She felt it slide to her tailhole.

“What is this? This hole of yours?” Luna asked, pulling her cock out of Celestia’s mouth.

“I-it’s yours, Mistress.”

“Of course it is. Everything on you is mine. I want specifics,” Luna’s voice was razored velvet.

“It is only for you. It is yours and yours alone,” Celestia answered.

Luna slapped Celestia across the face with her dick, the weight of the organ causing an audible smack. “You are not answering me, slut! Tell me what hole that is!”

“It-it’s my tailhole,” Celestia mumbled.

“Your what?” Luna thrust her dick against Celestia’s face again.

“My…my ass, Mistress,” she said quickly.

“What?”

“My asshole! It’s my asshole!” Celestia said.

“Yes,” Luna let her dick rub gently against Celestia’s lips. “Yes, it is. And here is what is going to happen. I am going to push my magnificent cock down your throat, and at the same time, I am going to shove this lovely bit of magic up that tight little asshole of yours. My goal is to get them to touch each other somewhere around the middle of your body.”

Celestia gasped, but she didn’t have time to volcalize anything as her mouth was suddenly filled with Luna’s dick. There was no soft, subtle prodding, but rather a continual forceful pressure as the massive length worked its way to the back of her mouth and pressed against her throat. She felt a gag tense up and lurch against the dick—doing nothing to halt Luna’s thrust.

Which is the exact moment the pressure against her tailhole pushed inside. The girth of this unseen intruder was nothing compared to the massive monster in her mouth, but its unrelenting invasion still caused her pause. Both ends of her were being harshly violated at the same moment.

And by the sun, she was loving every second of it.

Juices spilled out of her pussy, coating her asshole and the tendril worming its way inside. Deep phlegm coughed up and coated Luna’s dick as the dark mare began to pound in and out, forcing her way further down Celestia’s throat with every thrust.

Air became a challenge, as Luna was barely pulling out far enough to allow any breath passage past her own flesh—and that space seemed to be decreasing. Celestia could feel mucus leaking from her nose, dripping down her muzzle as her body rebelled against Luna’s intrusion.

“Now we find out, slut. We find out how long mighty Celestia can go without air while she is being used as a filthy little cum bucket,” Luna hissed as she leaned her hips fully forward.

Celestia’s eyes became pools of white, barely broken by the dot of color in their center as drool and phlegm ran out of her mouth and down her cheek. Tears streamed down, joining the mixture of fluid beginning to pool under her head as Luna unrelentingly drove her dick down deeper and deeper.

“I can feel my dick down at the base of your throat, slut. I cannot wait to fill your belly with my seed,” her voice was an animalistic rasp.

The thrusting in her rear passage was nearly the equal of the one on her throat. Harder and faster the magical construct drove into her, spreading her hole wider than it had ever been before. A scream formed somewhere deep inside Celestia, but found no avenue of escape, so it internalized into a series of spasms, jolting her body around the two assailing phallus fighting against each other as she came. Her cum squirted out, covering whatever magical form was inside her ass, and certainly leaving a massive amount on the floor beneath.

“Ah yes!” Luna growled. “You are a filthy slut, aren’t you? Let me give you a sweet reward!”

She thrust her hips down, bottoming out inside Celestia’s throat. The weight of Luna’s body pressed against Celestia’s jaw, and she could smell the dripping wetness of her sister’s pussy. The sun princess’ eyes fluttered, her body completely ravaged by this primal assault. And then, Luna came. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out, filling Celestia’s stomach. She could feel the spunk passing through Luna’s shaft as it went over her tongue and down her throat, emptying somewhere deep inside her, again and again. Eventually, the cum ceased, and Luna slowly pulled herself free. Celestia’s head fell to the side, impacting the floor with an audible thud.

She lay there, panting and exhausted, while Luna stepped back away from her slowly.

“Thank you,” Luna said softly. “I truly needed that.”

Celestia didn’t have the strength to speak, but she smiled back at her sister.

“Now, I expect you to clean up the mess you made. Lick up every drop of drool and cum you put on our floor. If you don’t, I will notice, and I will not be happy.” She bent down and kissed Celestia on the cheek. “And I wish I could stay and watch, but I have to return to the waiting ponies.” She walked easily to the door. “After all, somepony has to run this country.”

Luna laughed as she shut the door behind her, leaving Celestia alone.

A few minutes later, slowly and carefully, Celestia brought herself back up to her knees, where she rested for a moment.

“Whoa,” she said. “That…was…intense.” She blinked a few times, filling her lungs with rich, deep breaths of air. Glancing down, she saw the pool of her own saliva in front of her, and then a glance back revealed the puddle of her own cum. With a smile growing on her face, she bent down and began to lick it up off the floor.

* * * * * * *

Luna trotted down the hallway with a lilt in her step. The smile on her face traveled from ear to ear as she thought about the time spent with Celestia. The intensity of the moment. The power she held over her.

Ahead of her, she could hear the sound of the night court in full activity. Ponies argued. Ponies begged. Ponies led their own dreary little lives, begging their princess for a better future.

Princess Luna stepped into a deep shadow in the hallway—and Princess Chrysalis stepped out the other side of it, the smile on her face larger than ever. She slowly walked up to stare into the Throne Room. Luna sat there, a frustrated look on her face as she dealt with the huge number of ponies on this unusual evening.

“Princess,” Dapifer announced himself as he approached. “I hope everything went well in your meeting with Princess Celestia.”

“Yes,” she droned. “Yes, I would say it went absolutely perfect. We had a very spirited exchange, actually, but I feel we both left feeling quite satisfied with the results.”

The pony stood there for a moment, staring at the changeling. His eyes narrowed slightly. “You swear to me that you did nothing to endanger Equestria.”

“Dapifer, please, I have only the best interest of everypony at heart.” She stared at the dark princess resting on the throne. Her tongue slid over her lips. “Both Celestia and I want the very same thing, in fact.”

…to be continued.