“Big Macintosh?” Applejack blurted out, “What the hay are ya doin here at this time'a hour!?”

“Darling, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost!” Rarity said, more concerned on the appalled look on Big Mac's Face.

“I, uh,” Big Mac began, his voice shaky and hesitant. “I need to talk to Twilight... right now.”

“What is it Big Mac?” Twilight asked, gently pushing Applejack out of the way as she approached him.

“It's about yer Princess Celestia, I think something's really wrong with her.”

“Princess Celestia!?” Twilight gasped. “Why? I mean, how do you know this?”

“She was just at the plantation house, came in through the window I think while I was asleep and-”

“Woah there, hold on now,” Applejack intervened. “Why would she come to our house, in the middle of the night, and through our window?”

“That's what ah'm tryin to figure out!” He claimed. “But, when she woke me up, it felt like it wasn't really her. I mean, it was her, but... somethin's wrong with her, like up in the noggin.”

“How could you tell? What did she do, what did she say?” Twilight questioned, eager to find out about the princess with the thought now coming up that she might be stricken with some sort of horrible mental illness.

“Well, she was, uh...” Big Mac blushed in embarrassment, not all too sure himself of what exactly she was doing or going to do.

“Well c'mon, out with it,” Applejack said, now more interested than ever. “We wanna know what's goin on with the princess!”

“Um, well... she was on my bed, on top of me...” his blush increased, and the other 3 ponies began to notice this. “And she asked me where you were, Twilight.”

“Me?” Twilight asked, very confused. “What does she want with me?”

“She said somethin about... feelin ya or somethin. I'm not too sure, but she did't seem real healthy to me, so when she asked me where ya'll were, I couldn't think of anywhere else to say except... um...”

“What, what did you tell them!?” Twilight asked, now very concerned. Applejack and Rarity, however, had partially caught on to the main focus of Big Mac's words, and exchanged glances to one another.

“I told'er you would be at Sugar Cube corner... I wasn't really thinkin girls, I'm sorry...”

“Well if Celestia went to Pinkie Pie's place,” Applejack thought aloud, “then she'll just point her in this direction I'm sure.”

“Well, there's one more thing,” Big Mac confessed. “Right after I told'er, she and I saw Rainbow Dash peekin through the window, and then suddenly just flew after her. I dunno what happened after that, so I decided to come here and make sure ya'll were safe.”

“She flew after Rainbow?” Twilight questioned, already incredibly confused. “But, if she's looking for me, why didn't you just tell her where I was?”

“I told ya, I don't think she's exactly straight in the noggin. She was acting weird and, not just herself... ya gotta believe me.”

“I believe ya big brother,” Applejack said, taking a step forward. She had known her brother all her life, and knew that he wasn't anything close to the type of pony that would be able to hold a lie, especially about something as big as this. “So what do you think we should do?”

“Wait,” Twilight spoke up, just as Big Macintosh was about to say something else. “If Celestia came looking for me, then wouldn't the first place for her to go be...” She suddenly sprung her head up, hey eyes growing wide as she gasped loudly. “Spike! Oh no, we gotta go see if he's okay!”

“You're right Twilight,” Rarity said. “We can't just leave the little deary all alone like this, we should go check to see if he's okay, and then I think we should go to Pinkie Pie's and see if she's alright. Then we should go off to try to find Rainbow Dash... oh I hope she's not in any trouble.”

“Alright then, lets go get our stuff girls,” Applejack said. “We gotta go and... wait, everypony get inside, quick!” Her voice was suddenly hushed, waving everyone inside quickly. Without question they all filed in and hurriedly closed the door. After a few seconds there was a loud thud on the roof, followed by the noise of hoofsteps around the first floor roof.

“Applejack, is that Princess Celestia you saw up there?” Rarity whispered through the darkness.

“Yeah, now everypony keep quiet...”

The hoofsteps moved around, and they soon heard them traveling inside the boutique, now presumably up in their bedroom. It was very obvious now that Celestia was searching for them, and though the question of why still remained, what Big Mac had told them assured that it would be best to seek other sources of information before personally confronting the princess.

“She's gonna find us down here...” Big Mac muttered, his voice softly shivering in fear.

“Y-you girls go on ahead...” Rarity said, her voice also stricken with a bit of fright. “I'l see if I can distract her long enough for you to get away...”

“B-but Rarity!” Twilight protested with a raised whisper. “What if something really is wrong with the princess, what if she does something really bad to you?”

“I'll be fine deary, don't worry about me... now go, all of you! Before she finds out we're down here.”

“Are ya sure about this Rar'?” Applejack asked, her voice worried.

“No, I'm not...” She confessed. “But I have to do something, now get going, c'mon!” She quickly used her hooves and her magic to rapidly push the three other ponies out of the door and lock it behind them, as if forcing the decision right there and then. Big Macintosh, Applejack, and Twilight Sparkle all exchanged glances one more time before quickly trotting off towards Sugar Cube Corner.

Rarity turned around and looked up at the ceiling, hearing the hoofsteps now reaching the door towards the stairs. She didn't have much time, so she quickly trotted over towards her work desk and began magically floating out several pieces of thread, ribbons, fabric, and an assortment of gowns she had previously made. Looking through them, she wondered if she could perhaps distract Celestia with perhaps some sort of fashion-related performance of some sort, and possibly even find out what was wrong with her at the same time. This, however, turned out not to be the case as she heard a voice from the opposite side of the room behind her.

“Why hello my faithful subject...”

Applejack, Twilight, and Big Mac all ran as fast as they could towards sugarcube corner, eager to see if Pinkie Pie was alright. As they approached they saw nothing out of the ordinary, and were preparing to head inside when a light sobbing caught their attention. They turned their heads down the street in the direction they were heading, and Twilight shined some light with her horn to reveal a very distressed Pinkie Pie, her mane and tail now drooping down to the ground and her head hung low with tears lightly dripping to the ground as she slowly walked towards her home.

“Pinkie Pie!” Twilight called out to her friend. Had she not said anything, Pinkie probably would not have even noticed them.

“Oh mah stars...” Applejack muttered as she ran up beside her pink friend. “Pinkie Pie, are you all right? What's wrong?” The only response was a gently raised head and a pitiful look in her teary eyes, an apparent sadness and discomfort overwhelming her. Twilight rushed up beside her, as Applejack put a hoof around her, now leading her to the door of her home.

“C'mon now, we better get you inside, and then you can tell us what happened to ya...” As they walked, Applejack glanced at Big Mac, who returned with a sort of 'I'm sorry, but it's true' sort of message coming from his expression. The four ponies quietly filed into the building, heading up to the second floor and gently setting Pinkie Pie in her bed. The three other ponies were crushed, they had never seen their most overjoyed and completely happy-go-lucky friend in such a sorrowful state. As they grouped around her, Twilight took the initiative to ask her what happened.

“It, it was, just...” Pinkie finally said after a minute of sobbing. “Did... did I do something wrong? Did I m-make somepony angry...?”

“What happened sugarcube?” Applejack asked. “What got your apples all down in a pit?”

“I, I dunno... I thought I was following Dashie but...” Pinkie began to cry loudly, remembering every moment of her ordeal. After another minute, she was able to stomach a few more words. “I got to her house but, it was Celestia there...” Applejack and Twilight gasped lightly, their suspicion now confirmed, while Big Mac simply lowered his head. “I thought she wanted to invite me to a party but, but... I dunno, she just... touched me... and it didn't feel like any sort of party to me...”

“W-where did she touch you Pinkie?” Twilight asked. Pinkie Pie's eyes watered more, but she slowly lowered a hoof down between her haunches, now breaking down into tears again. The others cringed, now realizing the full magnitude of what is going on.

“Wait, what about Rainbow Dash?” Applejack asked, speaking up after a few seconds. “Is she okay?” Pinkie lowered her head and shrugged lightly, not knowing herself where Dash even was. The others looked at each other nervously, not sure of what to do next.

“We need to get Pinkie Pie out to Fluttershy's cottage,” Big Mac said. “She may be able to help her get better.”

“That's good thinkin big brother... but what about Rarity? We just left her with Celestia!”

“I hate to admit it...” Big Mac said, looking at her sister and her friends with discomfort. “But we need all the time we can get to get some help. Let's just hope for now she can at least occupy her for a while...”

Applejack gasped loudly and was about to object, but Twilight suddenly raised her hoof in front of her. She looked at Applejack straight in the eye, assuring her it was their only logical option. Applejack took a step back and lowered her head in defeat.

“C'mon guys,” Twilight said eventually. “Let's get Pinkie Pie to the cottage, then we should see if we can't figure out what to do with Celestia.”

“G-gently, please!” Rarity gasped, her restraints tightening.

“Oh, what's that? Harder you say? My pleasure!” Celestia said, whipping rarity's rear with the towel again.

Rarity was tied up, her own ribbons being used as rope while she stayed sprawled out in an embarrassing pose. She was bent over with her back legs on the floor, her rump stuck out and upwards higher than normal while her front legs were pulled behind her back and up into the air, the ribbons holding them attached to the ceiling. Her rump was not bleeding, but was covered with several streaks of red marks left from the constant whipping caused by Rarity's best and most authentic luxury towel.

Celestia was in front of her, her hooves draped over her shoulders and down her back to the sides of her flank while she occasionally dipped her head down for a few light licks and maybe even a suck of Rarity's horn. Her horn was glowing with magic that was being used on the towel which would whip rarity's rear again on command. Occasionally, Celestia's tentacle-like hair would slither down her sides and begin stroking itself along her chest and stomach, then glide their way down in between her haunches and lightly apply pressure while making tight swirls against her coat. After that, they would gently glide up her body again while stroking against her neck and cheeks before returning back down to repeat the motion again.

Rarity squirmed and grunted loudly, the feeling on her flank tingling with pain yet the sensation from her horn broadcasting waves of pleasure across her body. She tried her best to resist, but it did not take long for the first moan to escape from her lips. The feeling of pain and pleasure combining in her body made her mind scramble, unable to process anything except the sensations forcing their way through it. She moaned again as Celestia began to suck on her horn once more. Magic lightly began seeping from her horn, Rarity quickly losing control of even her most basic functions. Her legs also began to shake, first her rear legs and then her front, quivering while in mid-air while her body was sweating profusely. The towel whipped her again, and instead of a pain-induced grunt she moaned once more, unable to differentiate the pain from being anything other than pleasure anymore.

It was as if the actions most negative towards her were now turning into some of the most exciting things ever. Her legs forced apart and into one place, though discomforting at first, seemed to provide a clean passage for her body to feel the full force of the satisfying waves passing through her. Her rear, which though being whipped roughly, provided a sort of counterbalance in the first part of the devious concoction now reacting inside her. The feeling of her horn brought the second, adding the most thrilling and wonderful feeling she had ever been faced with and pushing it through her body. When they met in the center, her insides seemed to explode with an uncontrollably pleasurable hotness that streamed through her blood to every part of her being. It was so maddening, but at the same time it was all so good!

“M-my word... Celestia...” Rarity choked out, barely able to say anything let alone make intellectual sense of the situation.

She was quickly hushed when a large glob of Celestia's hair swirled in front of her and probed itself into her mouth, sliding in deep and down towards her throat. At the same time Celestia began to move her hooves down lower, now sliding them under her and between her haunches, stroking in a firm and rhythmic fashion as she began to suck on the horn once more in the same rhythm. This continued for several minutes, before Rarity finally found herself losing consciousness and blacking out from the overwhelming sensations boiling up and then exploding over and over inside of her.

After giving a final hearty moan and finally passing out in her restraints, Celestia gently undid the knots and lowered her to the ground, letting her lay as a hot, sweaty mess on the floor. Celestia had to admit, she was surprised the elegant, marshmallow-like one lasted as long as she did, but still she did not satisfy her hunger fully. Five places down, one more to go...

“You mean... this has happened before?” Luna asked, dumbfounded by what the Captain of the Royal Guards was telling her.

“Yes, it has. A secret such as this, however, is only known to the most trustworthy subjects under Celestia, me being one of them. Though it hasn't happened in hundreds of years, Celestia made sure that a small number of ponies were informed through the generations so that they could help solve the crisis should it arise again.”

“I see...” Luna said, looking down and thinking briefly. After a moment she raised her head towards the Guard Captain again, a worried twinkle in her eye. “So what happens next? What will Celestia do now that her... um, what was it?”

“Through the years, the few of us who know came to call her 'Molestia' as some sort of a side joke, so that's what we go with now.”

“Ah, yes, well... what will Molestia do now that she is free?”

“According to the previous incident, she will go out and seek those closest to her and try to get as much sexual pleasure out from them as possible. Once finished, she will then proceed to go out and molest nearly anyone and everyone she can, even going as far at one point in ordering some guards to aid her.”

“That's... that's terrible! How do we stop her?”

“The only way we can get her back to normal is if we seal the part of her that's responsible for this back into the furthest depths of her mind. However, we need a Unicorn pony adept in spells that deal with illusions, mental mechanics with magic, and also sealing spells in order to pull it off.”

“Alright, I think maybe I should go down and try to find a spell book with the right spell...”

“That won't be necessary ma'am, we already have an agent with the abilities needed for the task. She was recruited by one of Canterlot's greatest magical minds several months ago, and has already proven herself very skilled in many of the diverse fields of magic.”

“O-oh! Well, that's great! Where can we find this mare?”

“Well, at this time of night she's most likely asleep, so we'll have to wake her up. However, she has made it painfully clear in the past not to uh...” The Guard Captain paused momentarily, clearing his throat as if preparing to recite something he was taught – forcefully by the sound of it – some time in the past. “She doesn't particularly enjoy others disturbing her Great and Powerful slumber...”

End Part 4

Author Note: What a tweest!