Twilight took a deep breath, and let it go. "Obey your Empress," she pronounced carefully and clearly. A tingle flashed through her body, raising goosebumps on her arms, as she watched Celestia's eyes glaze over, and the divine ruler of Equestria dropped smoothly to her knees.

"This slave obeys," Celestia pronounced in tones of divine calm.

For a long moment, there was complete silence as Twilight stared at Celestia. This wasn't a trick, this time. This was real. She was hers. Completely hers. With a few words, the Princess could be altered into anything. Twilight's chest felt tight, her breathing shallow, as the sense of power overwhelmed her. Celestia deserved punishment, too. She'd manipulated Twilight from the start, lying, endangering other ponies to get what she wanted, and that was before the game she'd played with Twilight's heart and mind.

Stop. Stop. Safety first.

"Celestia, you will remember all memories that have been hidden from you, and return any of your memories that have been modified to their original form. Tell me if there are any means for you to free yourself from my control. Tell me if there is anything you have kept from me which you believe I should know now, or would wish to know now."

"I have made no preparations to free myself of the charm. I considered it motivation to win, and a reasonable punishment if I lost. I have been studying you to ensure that no external force was behind your use of the charm. I have been hiding a vault of weapons and artefacts that have the capacity to damage or endanger large areas of Equestria."

Twilight blinked at the last. "You mean the Vault containing the Elements of Harmony?"

"No. There is another. The main vault is a distraction."

Well, she was going to have to have a look at that. But she was getting distracted. "What did you feel when you discovered I had enthralled Luna?"

"I was angry, yet impressed. She belongs to me. No one is permitted to alter that."

Much the same as Twilight felt. "Is that why you didn't accept my offer to submit to me?"

Celestia nodded slightly, as she droned her monotone answer. "Yes, but not the only reason. I am responsible for my ponies. I cannot willingly relinquish the duty to protect them."

"What do you now feel about my ownership of Luna? Outside the trance, I mean."

"I cannot fight you. If she cannot be mine alone, I wish for my sister and I to serve you together."

Twilight paused, then nodded. Her hand fell to her side, and she carefully took out a tiny scroll, marked simply 'Celestia'. Unrolling it, she focused on the small, cramped writing, and began to read. "All commands I have given you are ended. Here are your new orders. You know that you belong to me. You want to obey my commands. Obeying my commands is arousing. You find it very easy not to be jealous of the other ponies I own. You will not say 'awaken' without my direct and immediate command. You will not use any variant of the charm without my direct and immediate command. You will not seek to deceive me. If you find any loopholes in the orders I have given you that allow you to act against me, you will report them to me instead of using them. If I am placed into a focused state without my full and informed consent, you will recast the charm upon me, order me to be free of any orders given under the charm, and release me from the spell."

Celestia repeated the commands, as Twilight listened intently for any evidence of misunderstanding. Finally, Twilight added softly, "While you are charmed, you will refer to me as 'Empress'. You will remember everything that I have just told you. I am satisfied."

Celestia's eyes flickered. If Twilight hadn't been watching for the transition, she might have missed it. As it was, Celestia maintained her pose for a moment, taking in her surroundings, before she slowly rose to her feet. An ambiguous smile curved her lips. "Empress. Your title is ambitious, Twilight. I wonder what your plans are."

Twilight blushed abruptly. "I - I'm not trying to set up a new Empire or anything. I don't want to be in charge like that. Just of a few special ponies I care about."

"You will find that you are in charge 'like that', Empress. You are a Princess, now. With all the power, longevity, rights and responsibilities that come with it." Celestia's tone was gently amused.

"You really don't have to keep calling me Empress."

"Would you prefer Master? Or my Lady?" The elder alicorn infused the words with a deliberate husky desire, mischief dancing in her pink eyes.

"Celestia."

"I'm sure I can think of something to call you."

"Empress is fine!" Whatever Celestia was working her way up to, Twilight didn't want to let her get there. Besides. It really was wonderfully arousing to her for Celestia to address her that way, even if she didn't want to admit it. "But it's not because I think of myself as some kind of crazy overlord. It's from a book."

"The Empress of the Veiled Isles. Oh, don't look like that. I was keeping an eye on you, and you weren't very good at hiding it."

A wave of heat swept over Twilight as she felt every part of her body try to blush at once. "You knew about that?" she asked in a small voice. "You've... read it?"

The divine ruler of the sun smirked.

A sudden premonition hit Twilight, and her mouth fell open. In appalled tones, she breathed, "You didn't."

"I did," Celestia replied calmly. "Miss Snowfeather never existed. I could hardly publish without using a pen name."

"You wrote the dungeon scene."

"Which one? Though yes, all of them."

"You wrote the scene in the guard tower. The one with the three colts, and the off duty guard captain, and the.. the mess..."

"I had it acted out."

Twilight stared at the Princess. Celestia gazed back, a small smile on her lips. A small breeze curled over the balcony, ruffling her white feathers, before settling back to stillness. Her colourful mane drifted slowly through the air.

Finally, Twilight's eyes focused again. "The... the captain, that was... you?" she croaked.

Smiling, Celestia shook her head. "No. I could never do that with my little ponies, it would ruin their image of me, and that matters to them a great deal. It makes them feel safe. No, I placed together ponies I thought would have the best chance of getting a little carried away, made sure plentiful drink was conveniently to hand, and waited to see what would happen. I was sat behind the mirror. The one with the gold carvings."

"That she is, is, pushed up against while he-"

"Your memory of my book is excellent, Twilight. Though perhaps only to be expected when you have read it so many times. Yes. I had an exceptional view."

Twilight turned to look over the balcony, running her hand through her mane as she tried to fit this revelation into her head. Celestia had written... had written all that? All the special scenes, that had been so special, so exciting... and she'd known Twilight was reading it? "When did you find out? That I had a copy."

"Years ago, Empress. I was quite flattered by the intensity of your interest."

"You're enjoying this," Twilight accused her, glancing back at the Princess.

An irrepressible smile curved Celestia's lips. "Of course I am. It appears I've made my own undoing. Oh, dear."

Twilight's mouth opened and closed soundlessly, before she asked plaintively, "Did you really not prepare for what happened if you lost?"

"I considered sending out two ponies with the charm, each to wait for an unpredictable time, then to charm others, teach them how to cast it, and send them back here to reawaken me. It would be impossible to know who was coming. I considered having myself charmed to look in a secret place some time from now, where I would have planted a message to myself. I even considered charming your parents or brother to charm you, when you did not expect it."

Twilight's expression froze at that suggestion, but Celestia shook her head.

"I did none of these. I considered the risk of teaching the charm to ponies that might fall into the hands of others, let alone the charm that was tuned to affect myself, as far too great a risk. Especially when I did not believe you could win. As for using your family against you, I was ashamed to have even thought of it. I would not do such a thing."

Looking abashed, Twilight shook her head. "I am sorry about that, Princess. Celestia. I couldn't think of anything else that might take you off guard." A small, wry smile touched her lips. "I changed the charm, to make it compatible with the ritual energy transformation. If there's one lesson that I have learned very thoroughly, it's that we're better when we work together."

"You learnt your lessons well, Twilight. Including the ones from my literature."

Twilight gazed at Celestia, her purple eyes narrowed. It was ludicrous to ask, but she simply had to put the thought to rest. "Princess - did you intend this? All of this, from the very start? Even letting me have the Empress book?"

"From the start? No. Though that isn't to say I don't leave things lying around to see what happens. You had the potential to go a very long way, and if things played out perfectly, it wouldn't hurt if you developed certain hobbies." Celestia's playful expression drained away, and she added seriously, "I did not intend anypony to ever find that charm, Twilight. That wasn't part of any kind of game."

Twilight gaped. "You - you - even then, you were not just trying to manipulate me into ascending as an immortal Princess, you were thinking about the kind of sex we'd have afterwards? Are you serious?"

Celestia shrugged a bare shoulder, with a look of mock modesty.

Giggling with disbelief, the young alicorn shook her head. "You really are serious. The hubris! Celestia, do you have any idea how much punishment you deserve for this? It could take years!"

Celestia gazed down at her, a distinct challenge in her voice. "Well, Twilight, I've never had anyone to punish me for my hubris. No one had the right. I've never been punished. Not once. So if you are going to do it, Empress, you had better start."

A slow, creeping flush of arousal tingled through Twilight's body as she met Celestia's pink eyes. "You never stop underestimating me, do you, Princess?"

Laugher and music rang down the hallway, bringing life to the eerie quiet of the castle. Stuttering gramophone waltz echoed from the gilt laden walls and ornate pillars, the staccato crack of party poppers punctuating the tune. The emotions carried in the mingled, overlapping voices were discernable, even if the words weren't: giddy relief, happiness, a half-disbelieving celebration.

Twilight drifted towards the sound as if her body were lighter than air, her wings (she had wings) extended, and gently drifting back and forth with each step. She was filled with a trembling delight, feeling giddy on her feet. Her chest felt tight, her nipples standing out sharply against her borrowed dress, and she was incredibly aware of the way her enhanced chest swayed with each step, unrestrained by underwear. Her transformed body was so strange and wonderful that she kept losing her train of thought, distracted over and over by the differences in the way she moved and felt.

She had won, more completely than she'd dreamed possible. She had absolute control of both Princesses, and she just couldn't wait to play with them both together. The sun and moon rose and fell at her command. She was the avatar of magic. She could feel the fresh power bubbling within her, replenishing the reservoirs she'd drained with the titanic, transformative act that had conquered Celestia. She felt drunk with power, enthralled with the possibilities.

In the room ahead, her closest friends, who also happened to be her retinue of slaves, were celebrating that victory. It was high time she joined them. The tall, arched doors ahead of her stood ajar, and she slipped around them, into the noisy chamber beyond. For a moment, nopony noticed her, and she simply grinned at the sight.

Pinkie was cartwheeling across the floor in a blur of pink-on-pink, Rainbow Dash and Applejack gamely trying the same feat with mixed success. Zecora was caught in the moment of laughing, her hand to her mouth, while Fluttershy had cornered Rarity and was talking to her earnestly. Trixie was stood off to one side, her arms crossed and her nose lifted, as though above absolutely everypony present. Twilight couldn't quite suppress a smile. She'd have to make sure Trixie felt included until the others came to forgive her for the trouble she'd caused.

Pinkie tumbled to her feet in an eruption of mysterious confetti, and as she threw her arms into the air exultantly, her eyes met Twilight's. Immediately, she let out a high pitched squeal of delight.

"Master!"

Dashing across the room, she threw herself at Twilight, almost knocking her off her feet, and clung tightly. "Hey, hey, hey, did you do it, is it all done, why did that take so long, is it all finished, are you going to have a party with us, you should have a party with us!"

Giggling aloud, Twilight tried unsuccessfully to pry Pinkie off her. "Pinkie! I need to breathe to answer you!"

"Aww, are you sure?" Pinkie fluttered her eyelashes, before letting go with a pout.

Twilight looked up from her to see that the others were gathering around her in a loose semi-circle, each smiling warmly at her. The sight filled her with warmth, a simple, pure happiness that swelled in her heart and almost brought tears to her eyes. "I love you, all of you," she said sincerely. An irrepressible smile on her lips, she added with glee, "We won!"

An instant cheer rang out, and several celebratory balloons floated up to the ceiling where they bumped gently against the enchanted chandelier. Breaking their self-imposed distance, her friends crowded around her, hugging her tightly one after another. Applejack kissed her square on the lips, and not to be outdone, Rainbow grabbed Twilight's ass. Giggling, Twilight waved them back, slightly overwhelmed. "Okay, okay! I've got some good news for you all."

Fluttershy's head nuzzled against Twilight's hand as the pale yellow pony dropped to hands and knees, and rubbed against her legs. Smiling down at her, Twilight stroked her affectionately, before looking up at the ponies around her. "I had a long talk with Celestia. I know I took a little while, but I had to be completely sure that we were all safe, and that it was over. Even better, I found out that she kept all the special costumes that she confiscated, and you can have all of them back!"

Another babble of excited voices, though Trixie pouted heavily, looking rather left out of the celebration. Reaching out to her, Twilight curled her fingers under the showpony's chin and tickled her there. "It's okay Trixie, I'll have something wonderful and pretty made for you. You too, Zecora, you're going to look incredible!"

Zecora took on a lovestruck smile, her cheeks going pink, and she murmured, "My body is yours to dress how you will, though I hope to be clothed by clever Rarity's skill."

"Darling, it would be my utter delight to create something for you! Oh, your stripes, your curves, so bold, so sensual! You will be the most magnificent mare in Canterlot when I have finished with you. If my Lady desires it, I can even create something fitting for Trixie. I wouldn't want her to shame you with her tawdry carnival outfit."

"Tawdry! The glorious, sensuous, incomparably sexual Trixie is far more lovely than any backwoods clothes mangler could ever appreciate or understand."

Twilight tried not to smile. Oh, dear. Trixie was not endearing herself. "Girls, please. No fighting. I wasn't finished."

Trixie immediately dropped to one knee before Twilight and stretched out her hands before her. "Mistress, please forgive the slutty and submissive Trixie for allowing herself to be distracted from listening to your perfect voice by one of your boorish lesser pets." She glanced up at Rarity, a smug smile on her lips.

Rarity coloured, drawing herself up, before she curtseyed deeply before Twilight. "Oh no, forgive me, my Lady, I understand that your wonderfully generous rehabilitation of this criminal isn't nearly complete yet, and she can't be expected to show the grace that normal ponies would."

It was getting harder and harder not to laugh. Twilight caught Zecora's eye and saw the merriment reflected there, then noticed Rainbow's mouth opening and cut her off before she could add to the spat. "Hush," she said calmly, and tickled Fluttershy behind her ears before stepping to one side of the doors. With a gesture of her horn, the needle of the gramophone lifted from the record, and a velvety quiet fell.

"I'm sure you're all eager to have your lovely outfits again, so you can dress up properly for me. Let me take care of that." Raising her hand above her head, a sharp, breathless thrill racing through her, Twilight snapped her fingers. The click echoed unnaturally loudly in the sudden silence.

A squeaking, metallic sound came from the hallway.

Twilight's smile slowly grew wider. Her violet eyes flicked back and forth from the ponies around her, who seemed frozen by the sound, by the sudden air of anticipation. Moment by moment, the squeaking grew louder, audibly approaching. Finally, with a gesture of Twilight's horn, the double doors swung inwards.

Celestia stepped into the room.

The first thing that the eye was drawn to were her breasts. Her elegant sundress had been roughly tugged down, and her massive white tits were on full display, swaying with each step she took. Each heavy mound was capped with a light pink nipple, sharply erect. Celestia's arms were bound behind her, held together by black leather bands around her wrists and elbows, the pose forcing out her breasts even further for all to see. Matching leather binders pinned her wings against her back.

Celestia's soft lips were parted around a bright red ball gag, dampness flecking her chin as she couldn't entirely suppress her drool around it. Her cheeks were flushed deep pink, her eyelids lowered. A wide leather collar was wrapped around her slender neck, with prominent D-rings at front and back. A chain led back from her collar to a long clothes rack, which she was towing behind her. Her bare feet were soundless on the stone, but the small castor wheels of the clothes rack gave a final squeak as she towed it through the doors, then came to a stop.

Absolute silence fell. Everypony seemed frozen to the spot, not daring to move, or speak, or even breathe. Only Twilight and Celestia herself were exempt.

Finally, a very small, very sincere whimper of lust escaped Rainbow Dash's lips, and she whispered, "Princess Celestia...?"

Twilight stepped forward, pushing the double doors closed with a careless brush of her hand, before moving to Celestia's side. Gazing back at the stunned, wide-eyed ponies, she couldn't hide a growing smile of intense satisfaction, a thrumming jolt of sexual lust shooting up her spine as she met each staring, disbelieving gaze.

Still, the most arousing thing of all was the hazy, glazed look of lust and disbelief in Celestia's hidden eyes.

Lifting her hand to caress Celestia's cheek, Twilight encouraged her, "Well, Princess? Answer Rainbow Dash."

Celestia's eyelids lowered a little more, the flush of her cheeks darkening even further. "Yff, Rrrnnbww Dfff," she groaned into her gag. A droplet of drool slid free of her lips and struck her cleavage.

Another silence, filled with ponies not daring to say a word. Dark blushes marked each of the enslaved ponies staring with terrified awe at the scene. It was left to Rarity to finally clear her throat, and ask in a voice little louder than a whisper, "My Lady - Twilight - is the Princess... unhappy with this situation?"

"I'm glad that you asked, Rarity. I know you care that my slaves are happy, and aren't unwilling." Raising her voice a little, she continued, "You all understand that the most recent command overwrites previous commands. Princess, you will stamp your foot once for no, twice for yes, and you will answer all of my questions with total honesty. Do you understand?"

Celestia nodded quickly, her right foot striking the floor twice.

"Now, Princess. Did you willingly agree to me enslaving you?" Twilight asked the question with a playful trill in her voice.

Stamp, stamp.

"Did I warn you that I would humiliate and use you for my pleasure, Princess?"

Stamp, stamp. Each quick movement of Celestia's leg sent tremors through her exposed breasts, making them sway.

Hot, molten arousal simmered in Twilight's body, her cunt molten beneath her delicate dress. Moving closer, she leaned up to gaze into Celestia's eyes. Her voice came softly, seductively. "Are you turned on by what I'm doing to you, Princess?"

Celestia's eyes squeezed shut, and for a moment, she stayed still.

"I'm waiting for my answer, Princess." There was only one answer Celestia could give, and it was delicious to watch.

The white alicorn's bare foot slapped against the ground. Once, twice.

Twilight's lips curved into a wicked smile, and she reached out to twist Celestia's stiff nipple. Immediately, the elder pony moaned loudly into her gag, head tilting back and her back arching. A soft gasp escaped several of the ponies watching, eyes wide as they watched the untouchable Ruler of the Sun pushing her bared breasts into Twilight's hand. Not one of them seemed able to move or speak, or even to look away.

"I love Princess Celestia," Twilight said lightly into the hush. Her eyes turned to Celestia, and she repeated more fondly, "You are the most incredible pony, Princess. You're my teacher, and my friend, and so much besides. I would never do this if I made you unhappy. I want to spend a lot of time with you, now that we're together."

Perhaps only Celestia understood the true significance of those last words. A different look entered her pink eyes, a soulful look of deep affection, even love. Her head tilted towards Twilight's, and she nuzzled her colourful mane against that of her former student.

Twilight's heart fluttered, unable to keep down the giddy happiness that Celestia's tenderness stirred in her. For a moment she balanced perfectly between tender love and playful cruelty, the two strands mingling into a warm, affectionate sadism that shined so purely within her, she felt like she might glow in the dark.

Her hand slid up Celestia's cheek with profound affection, before she abruptly smacked Celestia's bare breasts twice, with a one-two back and forth of her hand. "You also took over my mind, made me have sex with Cheerilee, and Vinyl, and Nurse Redheart, and that time you made me strip naked and praise you. Not to mention Diorite and Chert. I do intend to put you through a lot of punishment, Princess."

Celestia groaned into her gag, nodding slowly. A tiny, almost imperceptible shiver ran though her body, and her restrained wings fluffed outwards a little, as much as the straps would allow.

Twilight glanced back at her silent audience. Pinkie's eyes were wide, her mouth open, while Applejack beside her was roughly pressing her knuckles against her own pussy through her clothes, and didn't seem to realise she was doing it. Rainbow Dash's wings were jerkily fluttering. Teasingly, Twilight leant towards her a little and breathed, "Rainbow, you're very shy all of a sudden. That's not like you."

Singled out, Rainbow swallowed, her back straightening. Her eyes flicked from Twilight to Celestia, then back to Twilight again, and she visibly fought not to stammer as she asked, "Can I... touch her?"

Rainbow had hesitated over whether to ask the question of Celestia, or of Twilight. That wouldn't do at all. Gently but firmly, Twilight told her, "I own Celestia now, Rainbow. If you want to touch her, or do anything to her, you will ask me."

"Uhh... right." Rainbow glanced nervously at Celestia again, and stayed where she was.

Twilight beckoned her with a single finger. "Come here, Rainbow." Her smile widened as she watched the slim, athletic tomboy slowly approach, and she reached out to caress the side of Rainbow's face. Gently turning her to face Celestia, she said in a playfully soothing voice, "I understand that being in front of Celestia is intimidating. Don't worry. Tell her, 'I'm going to play with your tits'. It's important to be very clear in your intentions."

Quite clearly, telling Celestia that was not going to make this any less intimidating for Rainbow. She hesitated several times, as she jerkily pushed the words out. "Sure. Sure. I'm gonna - play with - your - tits. Princess." Rainbow swallowed.

Twilight's hand slid up Celestia's thigh, caressing her through the dress, and feeling the subtle shiver run though her body. "It's okay, Rainbow. Go ahead." There was something perfect in the shakily nervous expression on Rainbow's face as she slowly reached up towards Celestia's bared chest, something that delighted Twilight to witness.

Rainbow's pale blue hand settled on the heavy curve of Celestia's breast, covering her stiff nipple. A disbelieving, shaky whimper escaped Rainbow, and she murmured mostly to herself, "She's warm..." Her pink eyes flicked up to Celestia's, as if expecting judgement, or terrible punishment, or instant annihilation, but the divine pony's eyes remained lidded, barely open, focused on Twilight.

"That's right. Don't worry, Rainbow. Touch her. Squeeze her, if you'd like." Twilight's tone was gentle, soothing, a pleasant smile on her lips.

"R-right. Sure." Rainbow Dash's other hand tentatively rose to settle on Celestia's chest, and slowly, as if unable to fully believe it was happening, she began to squeeze and knead. For a moment, there was absolute quiet, underscored by the rapid breathing of ponies unable to move or speak for fear of interrupting.

The hush was broken by a long, low moan. Celestia's eyes closed fully, the pink of her cheeks darkening. Rainbow looked up at her, and whispered, "Oh, fuck¸ that is so hot." With slowly growing confidence, she began squeezing the elder pony's breasts together, their softness overflowing her hands, and pinched her nipples between her fingers. Each firm touch pulled a soft groan from Celestia's lips, and Rainbow seemed to forget her audience, even Twilight, fully absorbed in the sensation of the demigoddess under her hands.

Twilight's smile was distinctly wicked. Celestia's eyes were half open, glazed with unfamiliar arousal, and Twilight met her gaze, thinking as loudly as she could, This is just the beginning. Without looking away, she said lightly, "Rainbow? That's enough."

Rainbow's hands jerked away as if Celestia's body was suddenly red hot, her pale blue face flushed and her wings fully spread. Trying to regain her composure, Rainbow replied with a poor attempt at breeziness, "Oh, sure. Got to give somepony else a turn. Sure."

"Go and take your outfit off the rack. I want you dressed up as my sex slave, Rainbow." The words felt so good. Speaking them in front of Celestia gave Twilight an entirely new thrill, one all the more potent the more casually she spoke.

"Right! Yes, Ma'am." Rainbow saluted instinctively, and darted towards the dangling black uniform, a mockery of the Wonderbolt costume. Without hesitation, she began yanking off her clothes to get changed.

Twilight turned back to the watching ponies, and she couldn't suppress the spark of delight as each inhaled sharply at the mere touch of her gaze. "Now, then. Who shall go next?" she wondered aloud. Even as she spoke the words, she'd already made her decision.

"Rarity. Step forward."

Rarity swallowed, nodding jerkily. Moving to stand before Celestia, her eyes flicked rapidly back and forth between her ruler and her Mistress, replying with a tremor in her voice, "Yes, my Lady. What should I do?"

"I think there's something you want to know, and you don't know you want to know it." Twilight giggled to herself at the expression of confusion on Rarity's face. "Come and stand in front of Celestia, Rarity. That's right. Closer. Closer."

Meekly obedient to Twilight's whim, Rarity tiptoed over to stand in front of Celestia, standing at arm's reach away. With each encouragement, Rarity shifted a step closer, until she was almost touching the elder pony. Each breath Celestia took made her bared breasts rise and fall, directly in front of Rarity's face, giving her nowhere else to look. The dressmaker seemed paralysed by the sight, biting her lower lip without seeming to notice.

"What am I... learning?" she finally murmured, unable to look away.

A wicked smile curved Twilight's lips, and she reached out to wrap her fingers around Celestia's tail, a soft, yet tangible billow of pastel colours. With a silent count to three, she pulled firmly.

"Mmmmrhh!" Celestia gasped into her gag, a sound of surprise mingling with a long moan. Her body arched, thrusting out her chest, burying Rarity's face between her breasts.

A startled squeak escaped Rarity, and she was frozen where she stood for a moment before she instinctively began to pull back. Twilight's hand caught her, and held her still. "Stay where you are, Rarity. Breathe deeply. You're learning what Princess Celestia's body smells like. Feel her skin on yours. Breathe."

Rarity's shoulders slowly relaxed, and she murmured, "Yes, my Lady," into Celestia's body. She leaned forward again, and her hands came to rest on the other pony's waist. Her breathing steadied, deep and slow.

Twilight smoothed her hand up and down Celestia's tail, giving the tall alicorn a look of approval as she meekly posed with her back arched, letting Rarity fully appreciate her cleavage. "Tell me, Rarity," Twilight murmured.

Even with her voice muffled, her far-away, floaty tone came across clearly. "The Princess smells... divine, my Lady. Her skin smells of dew drops and jasmine, and warmth. The scent of a mare," she murmured with a note of distant surprise. "There is something warm and living to her scent, all her own. Just as nopony smells quite like you."

"Tell me about her skin."

"It's... heavenly. So smooth, like silk, but so warm..." Rarity nuzzled her cheek against Celestia's breast, sighing deeply. "She is flawless..."

"How does she taste, Rarity? Try her."

Rarity lifted her head slowly, her pale cheeks crimson. As though in a trance, her pink tongue slid out of her mouth, and she slowly licked a straight line up the centre of Celestia's cleavage. Her soft lips laid a trail of kisses across the alicorn's chest, swirling her tongue against her skin each time until her mouth closed over one jutting pink nipple and lapped at it. A longing, half disbelieving moan escaped her.

Reaching out to take hold of her intricately coiffured mane, Twilight gently and irresistibly pulled Rarity's head back. Yielding to the pressure, Rarity gasped, her dazed blue eyes turning towards Twilight. Abruptly, awareness seemed to sink home, and a brilliant flush darkened her cheeks.

"Go and get dressed in your veils, Rarity," Twilight told her affectionately. Asking her for the exact details of what Celestia tasted like could wait.

"I... I... y-yes, my Lady. I will." Rarity bobbed in a curtsey, then again to Celestia, then escaped to where Rainbow Dash stood, proudly decked out in her black Wonderbolt uniform, with her breasts, ass and sex exposed by the daring cut-outs.

Grinning to herself as she heard Rainbow begin to tease Rarity in an undertone, Twilight looked over the remaining five ponies. Which came next? Trixie puffed herself up, and Zecora merely smiled. Pinkie seemed to be alternating between bouncing with excitement and freezing to the spot wide-eyed, Fluttershy seemed to be somehow hiding behind herself, and Applejack was gazing at Twilight with a half-smile on her lips, even if her eyes did keep glancing to the tied up alicorn behind her.

Twilight's gaze fell to the coil of Applejack's lasso at her side. Yes.

"Applejack. Step forward, please."

Applejack's back straightened immediately, and she swallowed. "Yes, Ma'am! Right away, Ma'am!" Stepping forward, she momentarily met Celestia's lust-fogged eyes, then looked away quickly only to find herself staring at her bare breasts. She jerked to her left to look straight at Twilight, the safer choice.

The little pantomime of awkwardness was profoundly adorable, and yet, Twilight couldn't possibly let her get away with choosing the safe option. "Don't worry, Applejack," Twilight told her soothingly. "You can look at Celestia's body. Watch."

Stepping up against Celestia's side, Twilight reached up and seized a handful of her soft, white breast, overflowing her fingers as they sank into the yielding flesh. A shuddering groan escaped her captive, repeated a moment later, louder, as Twilight squeezed one hard, pink nipple. "Celestia's tits belong to me, now. I can do whatever I like to them."

Applejack's eyes were wide, and she didn't seem able to tear herself away from the sight. "In Celestia's name... Ma'am, are you sure?"

"Completely sure. Celestia's enjoying being shown off like this - aren't you?"

Her eyes glazed and distant, dampness slowly spreading from the crotch of her sundress, Celestia took a moment to seem to hear Twilight, before her bare foot stamped twice on the flagstones.

"There. Celestia needs to be put on display for me, and Applejack, you're going to help me. You're going to take your rope, and you're going to bind Celestia's tits for me, okay?"

It was hard to tell whether Applejack thought those were the very best or the very worst words she'd ever heard, but it was definitely one of the two. With a kind of ecstatic dread, she breathed, "Ah'll do whatever you order, Ma'am," and stepped forward. Uncoiling her lasso, she undid the noose knot with absentminded precision, doubling the rope over and taking hold of the centre. "Can you - make her, uh, kneel? She's kind've tall."

"Of course, Applejack." Twilight's voice shifted to a harder tone, with the thrum of command. "Celestia. Get on your knees."

"Yff, Mmmfffrrrrsss," Celestia mumbled compliantly into the gag filling her mouth, and slowly sank to her knees. The clothes rack rolled a little closer with a squeak as her leash tugged on it.

Applejack took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, then stepped forward with a determinedly matter-of-fact expression on her face. Her body pressed up against Celestia's bare breasts as she reached around her, pinning the rope there with one hand. Guiding the ends around Celestia's body beneath her breasts, Applejack's warm fingers couldn't help but brush and slide against the Princess's bare tits, and a little shudder ran through the farm pony as she pretended to be fully focused on the rope.

Winding bands around Celestia's body above and below her breasts, Applejack guided the rope back down her cleavage, forming an intricate winding pattern over the centre of her chest. As the rope inexorably tightened, Celestia's breasts were slowly squeezed, pushed out more tautly. The divine pony moaned over and over into her gag, showing off her sincere appreciation. Coils of rope wrapped around the base of each outthrust breast, then looped over the Princess's shoulder to tie in a neat knot at the back.

Stepping back, red-faced, Applejack took in the Princess's body with mingled pride, arousal, and slight dread. Her hand slid up to squeeze her own breast through her shirt, and she breathed shakily, "She's all done, Ma'am. Wrapped up like a present f'r you."

Each beat of Twilight's heart made her tinglingly stiff nipples ache with excitement. Slowly and deliberately, glancing at her captive audience, she chose to slide one strap off her shoulder and tug her borrowed dress down a little, baring a single breast. Her hand settled on her own chest and squeezed. Her other hand curled into a fist at her side as pleasure pulsed through her body, her nails pressing against her palm.

"I love the way she looks, Applejack. She's just delightful. I should dress you like this every day, shouldn't I Princess?" Twilight gave Celestia a challenging look, cocking her head as the other pony simply stood where she was, panting slowly as a thin string of drool slid down her chin to fall and strike her bound tits. "Celestia. Say thank you nicely to Applejack for tying up your breasts."

Applejack sucked in a breath as Celestia's glazed eyes focused, turning towards her. Leaning forward, Celestia groaned a few muffled sounds into her gag, seeming to try to sincerely communicate, and shuddering with humiliated arousal when she found she couldn't.

"Rarity. Dress Applejack in her slutty slave outfit, please." Twilight couldn't help the flare of lust that shot through her as she saw Applejack's face colour in embarrassment, the farm pony giving a shaky nod of acknowledgement as Rarity - now wearing her cloud of purple veils that hid and revealed her smooth white skin as she walked - guided her back to the rack where Rainbow stood.

"So, who're you going to set on her next, Twi?" Rainbow asked the question with feigned casualness, seemingly trying to make up for her stammering hesitation earlier.

"Rainbow, come here and stroke my feathers," Twilight told her. "I'd very much like to have you pay attention to my new body, okay?"

"Sure! I am amazing at stroking wings to make you feel good. If I wasn't such an incredible flier, I'd call it my best talent." Projecting smugness, she slipped over to Twilight's side and wasted no time in gently urging Twilight's wings to fully unfold, teasing her with little strokes and touches.

Twilight groaned deeply as her wings trembled, seemingly without her intervention. That was a new feeling, and a nice one... but she was letting herself get distracted. Who was going to be used to toy with the Princess next?

"Fluttershy," Twilight decided aloud.

"M-me? Do you, uhm, need me, for something?" Fluttershy squeaked the words, contorting her body to try to hide behind Pinkie Pie.

"Don't worry. It's going to be fine." Beckoning Fluttershy over, Twilight watched her slowly and hesitantly approaching, as though waiting every moment for the excuse to flee. Lifting a hand to tell Rainbow to stop, Twilight stepped forward and gathered Fluttershy into her arms. A little tremor shivered through the other pony as Twilight held her close, kissing her on top of her head.

Speaking softly, Twilight murmured, "It's okay. Remember, you're my pet. You're not afraid while you're being my good girl. You're not afraid while we play together, and you're not afraid of Celestia. Everything's fine."

The tension tangibly melted out of Fluttershy as Twilight spoke, her tensed shoulders relaxing, and she looked up at her owner with puppy-like adoration. "Thank you, so much. You make me feel so safe... I do feel so much better now. What should I do?" Her ass swayed gently, swishing her tail back and forth.

Twilight placed her hands on Fluttershy's shoulders and turned her towards the kneeling Princess. "Kiss her. I know Celestia is wearing a gag. That doesn't matter. Kiss her, until I tell you to stop."

Smiling bashfully, Fluttershy nodded. "Okay, Twilight."

Celestia's head lifted slightly as Fluttershy approached, leaning up in anticipation. Twilight stepped back to Rainbow and spread her wings, releasing a long, soft sigh as the other pony's dextrous fingers went back to work smoothing and teasing her feathers.

Fluttershy gently placed both hands either side of the divine pony's face. For a moment she simply gazed into her eyes, her fingers tenderly smoothing Celestia's cheeks, before her mouth descended. The gentle pony hummed softly with delight as her lips parted around the crimson ball of the gag, kissing Celestia with sincere enjoyment. Pulling back just a little, her tongue twisted over the slick ball, before she renewed her kiss with the enslaved Princess. Little moans escaped Fluttershy's lips, a soft, "Mh... mhh... mhh..." that she seemed unaware of.

Mouth hanging open slightly, Twilight watched the deeply sensual kiss, so fascinated watching their lips move against each other that she didn't fully notice that Rainbow had slipped a hand around her and begun massaging her bared breast. Fluttershy's ass had begun to squirm back and forth, betraying her growing arousal, and the sight of her huge, heaving tits swelling against Celestia's heavy, tied-up breasts through her simple jumper was entrancing to watch. Both ponies were groaning into each other's mouths now, and the temptation to push things further ached within her.

Twilight resisted the urge, finally ordering in a low, soft voice, "Fluttershy. Go get stripped and leashed, puppy." Other ponies had yet to take their turn.

Wobbling unsteadily as she broke away, Fluttershy turned her flushed face towards Twilight, before nodding obediently. Wriggling her ass, she barked affirmatively, then dropped to all fours and crawled to Rarity's feet.

Applejack stood beside the veiled fashionista, fully suited up now. She stood taller in her knee high boots, her body wrapped slickly with glistening black material. The corset squeezed her tightly, baring her stomach through a heart-shaped cut-out, and exposing her forced-out tits. Elbow-length gloves completed the look, decorated with jingling padlocks. She stood stiffly at attention, her ripe nipples jutting stiffly and a distant, glazed look of arousal on her face as she gazed at Twilight, plainly aching for orders.

Twilight's breath caught in her throat at the sight. "Applejack. Come and help Rainbow touch me. Rainbow, would you please show her how to touch my wings?"

"Yes, Ma'am." Applejack's words smouldered with submissive lust, and she crossed the floor in three quick strides, breasts bouncing with every step.

Twilight's eyes closed in bliss as the two ponies began stroking her back and wings, Rainbow teasing and guiding Applejack in a low voice. Rarity was buckling Fluttershy's collar around her neck, the cute, shy pony already half naked and desperately struggling out of her clothes so her nipples could be clamped with little chiming bells. Celestia swayed slowly where she knelt, her heavy tits - easily the equal of any pony Twilight knew, save for Fluttershy - raised and presented by the ropes that coiled tightly around them. How delicious those hard pink nipples were going to look when she'd pierced them with some nice heavy rings... Celestia's sundress was so wet that it was sticking to her thighs, half-translucent with her dripping juices, and a thin string of saliva traced a line from her tits up to her parted lips, the stark crimson of the ball gag punctuating the black strap that wrapped around her head.

It was too much, oh, it was too much... it didn't matter what she'd had to risk, what she'd had to endure, this was worth it, this was more than worth it. Before this had all began, even her guiltiest fantasies hadn't quite reached this level of depravity, and there was so much more to come. Including the three remaining ponies, each increasingly desperate for their turn.

They each had seemed to decide that they were meant to stay silent until Twilight called them forward, but that didn't stop Trixie leaning forward and pressing both hands to her chest, in silent entreaty. She was clearly desperate for a chance to touch Celestia's bound nudity, almost panting with need.

Twilight smiled to herself. Then Trixie would have to wait a little longer. Zecora, on the other hand, gazed at Twilight with serene tranquillity, waiting her chance to serve her Mistress in any way Twilight desired. That kind of calm loyalty deserved something special. She'd go last. Twilight knew just what to have her do. That left Pinkie, mutely bouncing up and down on the spot, her big blue eyes expressing her delight at the whole situation. Yes.

"Pinkie, it's your turn, now."

"Yaaay! It's my turn, it's my turn! Thank you, Master! What should I do? Should I tickle her? Can I tickle her? Is that what it's my turn to do? Ooh! Is she going to be the dinner table, like you said? Well, I said it, but you didn't say I couldn't have a Princess dinner, so can I? Huh? Please?" Pinkie hopped forward and looked into Twilight's eye from an inch away, with a huge, earnest smile.

Unable to help herself, Twilight broke into laughter, which quickly faded into a lengthy groan of pleasure as Rainbow and Applejack gently stroked her feathers across their bare skin, lightly tugging at her wings. "Mmmm. No, Pinkie, no dinner table yet. Maybe later." It would be delicious to make Celestia their dining table, even if she couldn't be able to hold enough food for all of them. Maybe if she added Luna. Yes. She could have Luna and Celestia on their hands and knees, ass to ass, a double ended toy buried in each of them, gags in their mouths. She saw herself using the humiliated sisters to dine on, eating off their backs. Oh, yes.

"Definitely, later," she sighed in a tone that ached with arousal. Placing a hand on Pinkie's chest, she gently added, "But not now. Go and stand in front of the Princess. Celestia, on your feet."

Snapping out of what seemed to be a distant daze, Celestia pushed herself forward, then carefully gathered her legs under her, her wings flexing instinctively against their bonds to try to help. Her eyelids fluttered as she straightened her back, the ropes straining and digging into her soft skin.

Reaching past Pinkie, Twilight took one of Celestia's pink nipples between finger and thumb, rolling it slightly, with a faint smile on her lips. "You should try to reply to me when I tell you what to do, Princess. Please try harder." She pinched, squeezing firmly, before letting go.

Celestia groaned into her gag, mumbling, "Srrry, Mmmrrrss."

"Dang," Applejack murmured, her eyes on the submissive alicorn's reddened nipple. "That's a sight I never thought I'd see."

"You and me both," Rainbow answered with fervent sincerity.

"Pinkie? I want you to lift Celestia's dress, and play with her ass."

Pinkie squealed in delight, singing out, "Yes, Master!" Skipping forward, she told Celestia, "Oh, we're going to have so much fun, Princess! You look like you're having fun right now. Do you like feeling like this? I've been finding so many new things I like!"

Lifting the white folds of Celestia's sundress to bunch around her waist, Pinkie's hands slid up and down Celestia's thighs, tracing over her golden sunbursts. She cooed happily, "Such pretty, tiny white underwear. It looks really nice! Ooooh, your cutie marks are so warm! Are they warmer than the rest of you? I think they are, but maybe that's just because they're the sun, and the sun is warm, right? It's my favourite. I mean, I love the night sky too, totally, but I like being in the sunshine."

Twilight sighed happily, leaning back into her adoring slaves, a smile rising to her lips. Shaking her head with a soft giggle, she murmured, "Oh, Pinkie. How can anyone take anything seriously around you?"

"Reckon you kept her corked up quiet too long, Ma'am," chipped in Applejack from behind her.

"Mmm. I think you're right," Twilight agreed, nodding.

Pinkie sank down onto her knees and nuzzled her cheek against Celestia's thigh, reaching around her to smooth her hands over the Princess's flawless curves. Tracing the edges of the small triangle of pure white fabric that scarcely covered the valley of her ass, Pinkie gripped with both hands, and began to knead. Her voice sank a notch lower, and she murmured, "Oooh, that's so nice. You're so smooth. You are warm. It's nice. You have the best ass, Princess."

Pinkie's stream of chatter had actually made Celestia smile, even around the gag in her mouth, but as her dress was pulled up, and her body firmly handled without her consent, the distant look of hazy arousal crept back into her eyes. Her body quivered a little with each squeeze of Pinkie's hands, a faint pink flush marking her cheeks.

"Celestia. Push your ass back into Pinkie's hands. Rub against her."

Nodding slowly, the Princess murmured her compliance into her saliva-slick gag, and began to sway, grinding her hips against Pinkie's hands. Pinkie giggled happily and crawled around to behind the Princess, kissing and licking her smooth skin as she kneaded firmly.

"Do you like Pinkie touching you?" Twilight asked the gagged alicorn rhetorically. "I'm enjoying myself, I really am. I can't have my slaves being too afraid to relax around you, and you do need to get used to being played with like a toy. Oh, that little gasp was so cute! Pinkie, see if you can make her do that again."

"Shhhrrr, Mfftrrr," came Pinkie's muffled but enthusiastic response, redoubling the assault of her hands and mouth.

Celestia jerked slightly a second time as the other pony's warm pink tongue caressed her ass. A sharp inhalation lifted her bound breasts, and she froze for a moment before she shakily began grinding back against Pinkie once more, obedient to her orders.

"Oh, that's just delicious," murmured Twilight, sighing languidly as Applejack's hand replaced Rainbow's hand on her bare breast, while the pegasus tugged down Twilight's dress a little more to bare the other. "I could chain you to a wall, and give all my toys instructions to touch you however they wanted. All these years, Princess, watching in secret, but never being involved, never being touched. I really think I have to help you make up for lost time."

"Mistress! Hasn't she waited long enough? When is it the sensual and slutty Trixie's turn to fondle a Princess?"

Twilight turned her head towards Trixie, unable to stop herself grinning at the outburst. "I never said I was going to let all of you touch Princess Celestia."

Trixie gaped, shocked and outraged. "Mistress! How could you! How could you possibly leave Trixie out? Hasn't she been the single best pony you have ever owned? Didn't she single-handedly enable you to emerge victorious over the Princess? Hasn't she-"

"Silence, Trixie."

The show pony's mouth shut with a snap, and Twilight continued more gently, a playful smile curling about her lips, "Of course you've done very well helping me, Trixie. Pinkie, release Celestia and go get changed into your pretty blue costume, okay?"

Pinkie pulled back, sucking in a deep breath, then pouting. "Awww, Master! Okaaay." Planting a quick parting kiss on the smooth white curve of Celestia's ass, she bounced to her feet and skipped over to the clothes rack, where Rarity and Fluttershy waited.

The yellow pegasus was fully naked now, save for her collar and the bells on her nipples, and she panted happily as Rarity stroked her pink mane. Nodding at Twilight, Rarity leant down and told Fluttershy, "There, your Mistress is ready for you to come over now. Off you go, dearest."

"Rff!" Fluttershy barked, pausing to give Rarity's hand a thankful lick before she romped across the floor, bells jingling with each sway of her bare breasts. She skittered past Celestia to screech to a stop at Twilight's feet, panting loudly. Planting her ass on the floor, she rubbed her head against Twilight's legs with joyful, unselfconscious happiness.

"Oh, Fluttershy," Twilight sighed happily. Bending slowly, so as not to dislodge the warm hands caressing her body, she stroked her pet's pink mane fondly. Glancing up at Trixie, she added, "Trixie, I want you to go and play with Celestia's lovely breasts, okay? Use your mouth."

Trixie's eyes sparkled. "Oh, Mistress! Trixie is going to get to taste - she means, yes, the slutty and submissive Trixie deserves this reward. Watch as she brings the Princess to trembling with the mere touch of her talented mouth!"

Striding forward, her shoes clicking on the floor, Trixie stopped in front of Celestia, and hesitated. Her eyes met the Princess's, and a sudden, uncharacteristic look of uncertainty crossed her face. "She is allowed," she told Celestia, shoring up her wavering confidence, before her hand raised slowly. Hesitating again, her fingers trembled, an inch away from the surface of the Princess's thrust-out breast, before she nerved herself enough to suddenly grip and squeeze.

Celestia's expression, despite the damp ball gag forcibly parting her lips, was somehow challenging. Her back straightened a little, and the clothes trolley squeaked as it rolled forward another inch.

Trixie's tail twitched nervously, her voice rising. "Are you trying to suggest Trixie isn't worthy of handling you? The slutty and sensual fucktoy Trixie helped develop the counter-charm rune! She charmed Misty Morning into drawing the ritual circle, right under your nose!"

Celestia shifted her shoulders slowly, her breasts shifting slightly under their bondage, and raised her eyebrows slightly as she gazed at Trixie. Perhaps only Celestia, under the depraved and humiliating conditions she was in, could manage to convey polite, dismissive interest.

"How dare you dismiss Trixie!" demanded the showpony indignantly, and grabbed hold of Celestia's breasts with both hands. Without further hesitation, she lowered her head and begin sucking and biting Celestia's left nipple, teasing and tormenting the stiff pink nub with defiant roughness.

"Mmmhmm..." sighed Celestia into her gag, nodding slowly, her shoulders relaxing as she leant into Trixie's mouth. Small, quick gasps escaped her lips with each nip of Trixie's teeth.

Twilight giggled to herself, though very quietly, so as not to disturb the scene. Even under her current constrained circumstances, the Princess still knew how to manipulate ponies into acting the way she wanted. Especially a walking ball of ego like Trixie. Still... it was hot, seeing Trixie get rough with Celestia. Trixie's blue cheeks were flushed red, half arousal, half anger, and she lapped and licked with furious intensity. Celestia's white skin glistened wetly with saliva, small bites marking her smooth breasts, and by the way her hips bucked slowly, it was clear that she enjoyed the abuse.

Good. Because there was just one mare left, and Twilight knew exactly what she was going to do.

"Trixie. Trixie!"

It took a moment for Trixie to register Twilight's words, and a few seconds longer before she mumbled, as if hoping not to be heard, "...yes? Mistress?"

"That's enough, Trixie. Go and stand with Rarity, and undress. Until you have a lovely outfit of your own, you'll just have to be nude."

Whining in protest, Trixie gave a last, hurried nip with her teeth before she reluctantly pulled away and sighed. "Oh, if you insist, Mistress, the obedient and perfectly pleasing Trixie obeys."

"I may be able to do something with her costume, my Lady, if you'll allow," Rarity interjected.

"That's fine, Rarity. Applejack, Rainbow - sit at my sides, with Fluttershy. You too, Pinkie."

"Sure, Master!" Pinkie bounced over gleefully, her breasts bouncing against the thin blue straps of her impossibly skimpy outfit, and dropped to her knees beside Fluttershy. Applejack and Rainbow each echoed their obedience in slightly disappointed tones, and settled to their knees in poses that were invitingly, blatantly sexual, legs parted wide to show off their bare cunts, chests thrust out.

Twilight took a deep breath. As much as she'd been enjoying their attentions, she wanted to be able to pay her full attention to what was about to happen. "Zecora. Step forward."

The zebra, radiating complete calm, moved to stand between Twilight and Celestia. With unruffled composure, she said demurely to Twilight, "It is your body with which I would prefer to play, but command your slave, and I shall obey."

"Zecora, face Celestia, please." Twilight paused. She had to get this exactly right; to give her motivation without souring the mood. "You see, you were right, I did mess things up pretty badly. But Celestia messed things up too. She really should have been more observant, when I got away with all the things I did. She really shouldn't have given into temptation.

"She's been a bad pony, and what she needs, more than anything... is to be punished." Twilight infused the word with a sensual purr, coaxing Zecora towards the reaction she wanted from the zebra. "I want you to smack her tits, and tell her off. Okay?"

For a moment, it seemed almost as though Zecora hadn't heard the question. She simply gazed into Celestia's eyes, her head tilting slightly, the stripes making her face hard to read. Finally, she murmured, "Twilight speaks the truth, pony Princess. If she deserves to be chastised, you deserve no less."

Almost too quickly to see, Zecora's hand flicked through the air and landed hard on Celestia's outthrust breast, the white skin rapidly growing pink in the shape of her handprint.

Celestia's eyes rolled back with a muffled grunt, and she muttered something unintelligible into her gag. Her hips shifted with a little jerk, and Celestia arched her back further against the tight rope binding.

"You enjoy the hard touch of her hand on your curves? You shall receive the punishment you richly deserve!" Zecora's words were a complex mixture of anger and arousal, and she straightened up to stare at Celestia before backhanding her firmly across her breasts. The crack of skin on skin rang from the walls.

"Don't stop, Zecora. I believe Princess Celestia has a lot of things that she deserves to be spanked for." Twilight murmured huskily. She'd never seen anyone stand before the Princess with such a complete lack of fear or deference, and Zecora showed no trace of the instinctive intimidation that the others had all seemed to feel.

With a steady, measured pace, the flat of Zecora's hand cracked against Celestia's bare tits over and over, sending seismic ripples through the Princess's heavy breasts. Each fresh blow darkened the white skin to a blushing pink-red, the handprints overlapping until they blurred together. Celestia's knees trembled beneath her, her sundress bunched up around her waist, shuddering with each blow. The red gag muffled her moans, her eyes rolled up, and her pure white panties clung wetly to her body, soaked through.

Twilight's slaves were awed to silence by the sight, as thoroughly as they had been when Celestia first entered, neither daring to move nor speak. Even Trixie, now dressed only in a scanty set of lace underwear, was kneeling with the others, her tongue silenced by the almost-blasphemy of seeing Celestia beaten, and seemingly loving every second of her abuse.

Twilight stepped forward slowly, almost tiptoeing, as she moved up behind Zecora.

The zebra was panting loudly, her eyes wild, seemingly no longer conscious of her audience. She started slightly as Twilight's body pressed against her back, before letting her arms drop loosely to her sides. "...Mistress. Do you wish me to undress?" she asked after a moment.

"I want to know how you feel, Zecora. Tell me," Twilight coaxed. The arousal simmering in her slim body was almost unbearable, and she couldn't stop herself rocking her hips against Zecora's firm ass.

Zecora's eyelids flickered, sliding half closed, and a longing groan escaped her as she pushed back against her Mistress. "Seeing you control others is something I truly enjoy, and now I witness the Princess made into your toy. Now she moans with every blow, and so my lust does ever grow."

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment as a pulse of arousal rushed through her, Twilight leant up and breathed into Zecora's ear, "Celestia's mind is completely under my control. I can make her humiliate herself however I want. "

Zecora shuddered at Twilight's words, a hoarse moan quivering deep in her throat. "Mistress, please, force me to my knees!"

"Not yet, Zecora. Later." Twilight flicked Zecora's ear with her tongue, then lowered herself from her tip toes and stepped beside the zebra, to face Celestia. "Go back to spanking Celestia's breasts, please. Princess? Can you hear me?"

"Yss, mmmffrsss... mmmhh!" Celestia groaned thickly as Zecora's hand cracked against her silky skin once again.

"That's good. I want you to understand what I'm about to do, Princess." Twilight slid down onto one knee before Celestia and ran her small hands up and down the Princess's inner thighs, giving Zecora room to carry on spanking her bared breasts. "I'm going to make you cum. Right here, in front of all my ponies."

Several quiet gasps came from behind her, and the subtle sounds of rhythmic movement as at least one pony gave in to the urge to touch themselves. Twilight smiled, but didn't take her eyes off Celestia's face, barely visible over the heaving curves of her bound tits. "Breathe deeply, Princess," Twilight said softly, and reached out slowly.

The feel of Celestia's silken thighs under her fingers drove a spike of trembling wonder though Twilight, goosebumps shivering up her body. A little gasp fell from the Princess's lips above, and Twilight heard herself echo it. Her voice became softer, more intimate, speaking to Celestia alone despite the watching slaves, and the rhythmic crack-crack of Zecora's hand against the Princess's breasts.

"You're wet, Celestia. I can feel the wetness of your pussy trickling down your thighs, from your sodden panties. You've always stayed one step above the ponies around you, but now you can't. Now you're down here, with us. You're just a horny mare. A mare that's all mine."

Her slim fingers slid higher, and pressed firmly against Celestia's translucent panties. Every tiny detail was outlined in Twilight's vision with unnatural clarity, burning indelibly into her memory. Celestia's panties were subtly patterned, delicate ridges and whorls of lace sliding under Twilight's fingers as she explored them. The Princess's body heat burned through the thin, damp cloth.

"Oh... oh, Princess. You're so soft. You're so soft..." Twilight murmured to herself, lost in exploring the feeling of the tender folds beneath the delicate panties. Hooking her fingers under the edges of the cloth, little by little, she eased it down, revealing the flushed-pink skin beneath. Twilight bit her lip.

"Princess..." she whispered. Every other thought flew out of her mind, every other intention dissolved. She leant forward, light-headed, and nuzzled her lips up and down the perfect sex before her, breathing in the scent of Celestia's arousal. Unable to stop herself, and not wanting to, Twilight's tongue slid out, and to the sound of another slap from above, began to eagerly lap up and down her slit.

"Trrrllllhhh!" Celestia cried into her saliva-slick gag, her pink eyes wild and desperate, unfocused. Her hips began to buck jerkily up and down against Twilight's face, and her rumpled sundress began to slide down to cover Twilight's head.

Zecora seized it and tugged it back up, tucking some of the trailing frills into the rough belt of material bunched around Celestia's waist, chiding, "You have no decency, so shall have no privacy."

Twilight didn't even notice the fabric slipping over her head, entirely consumed by lapping and licking her divine mentor's pussy. Celestia's perfect ass filled her hands, and Twilight began smacking them and kneading them roughly, pulling on her tail, utterly lost in the sheer splendour of the other mare's pure body.

Distantly, Twilight was aware that Celestia's throaty moans were rising faster and faster, approaching an inevitable crescendo, and all at once, realisation of where she was and what she was doing flooded over her. For a moment she stopped licking altogether. She was going to make Celestia cum. Slave Celestia was going to cum for her.

Shuddering, Twilight thrust herself closer, her tongue delving into the Princess's slick, hot cunt, and began lapping for all she was worth. Cum for me, cum for me! she demanded silently, her own body almost too hot to endure. Her heart pounded, her nipples aching, and she swayed in perfect time with the instinctive thrusts of Celestia's hips. A sharp gasp sounded above her, ropes creaking as the Princess sucked in a deep breath.

Everything slowed as Celestia's eyes squeezed shut, goosebumps dimpling her bare arms. "Hhhffff..." she groaned shakily into the gag, a small, anticipatory sound, before a much louder gasp of pleasure escaped her. Her mane billowed back and forth, as though caught in a storm, and Celestia's back arched as she gave voice to a throaty, ringing cry of release that filled the chamber with overlapping resonances. She stumbled slightly, and Zecora swept in to grip the much taller mare's body, helping hold her up.

Breathing heavily, her tongue coated with Celestia's wetness, Twilight gave her mentor's pussy a few quick flicks of her tongue, just to hear the jerky whimpers the Princess made with each one. Finally, she pulled back and looked up at Celestia's bound body, supported by Zecora's strong arms. "That was... amazing..." she murmured. Zecora moved to one side, giving Twilight room as she rose to her feet.

"I hope you liked that," Twilight said softly. She meant it to come out as gently taunting, but the words slipped out laden with true sincerity. This impossibly beautiful creature was all hers, and that was wonderful, exciting, thrilling, but she also felt a deep and profound tenderness to the one pony that had taught her more than any other.

Celestia's eyes slid closed, and she nodded, her cheeks flushed bright pink. She seemed shocked into a distant place, her breaths steadying out, slow and deep. Zecora gently released the Princess, as she seemed more able to stay on her feet, and stepped back to give the two of them room.

Glancing over her shoulder, Twilight pointed to a wide, soft chair. "Bring that to me," she commanded, and carefully reached up to unfasten the chain that bound Celestia to the now-empty clothes rack. Applejack's knot gave her a little more trouble before she identified the right end to pull to release it, but then the intricate rope bondage came loose under her fingers. For an instant, she considered calling Applejack to help her remove it, but no. This was a moment for her and Celestia alone.

With patient care, she unwound the rope from the Princess's soft, rounded breasts, revealing corded indentations in her skin that traced the path of the rope. The tight binders pinning Celestia's arms together came undone, buckle by buckle, and the divine pony murmured a sound of relief as her arms fell limply to her sides. Removing the black binders from her wings, Twilight set them down on the floor, then hesitated. Each piece of bondage she removed seemed to restore a little of the Princess's commanding presence, even if Celestia was still mostly naked, mute, her eyes closed and her dress bunched around her waist. The gag was the last thing that let Twilight feel unquestioningly dominant over her.

She unbuckled it anyway, easing it out of Celestia's mouth carefully. The strap had left plainly visible indents around Celestia's soft lips, like a memory, and Twilight shivered as she gazed at them. She absently handed the dripping ball gag to one of the ponies near her without looking around, murmuring absently, "Take care of this," before she took Celestia's hand.

"I'm going to have you sit down now, Princess," Twilight told her softly. With a swift tug, she freed the tangled folds of Celestia's sun dress, letting the skirt fall down to cloak her damp thighs and exposed cunt, before leading her over and guiding her into the chair.

Celestia followed Twilight's direction without resistance, barely reacting to her dress sliding back down her long legs, and settled into the chair. She leaned back and breathed a deep sigh, before her eyes finally opened.

Twilight found herself frozen by the Princess's gaze. She'd never seen an expression quite like that on her face before, tenderness and fondness, but tempered with something more ambiguous, more wistful.

"Thank you, Twilight," Celestia said softly.

"Was it everything that you... hoped for?" The question fell from Twilight's lips without her conscious intervention.

"Not yet. But oh, it was a start. It's been a very long time since I was touched like that. Everyone has always been a little scared, other than the ponies I used the charm upon, and you are, too. But with time, you will forget those lingering fears and grow truly masterful with me." Celestia's smile widened, and she added lightly, "You may also wish to end your command that I be completely truthful."

Twilight nodded jerkily, a hot flush of embarrassment making her ears burn, cheeks crimson. "I - I think that's best. That order is lifted. Actually, every order I've given you since you entered this room is ended." She didn't think there were any other orders she'd given in the last few minutes that she needed to cancel, but it was best to be safe.

Celestia nodded, and replied smoothly, "Thank you, Empress." Her gaze shifted to the half-naked ponies standing around her, and as one, they shifted nervously.

"I enjoyed each of your contributions to Twilight's game. Thank you." She nodded graciously to the hesitant, awkward medley of meek thanks in return, and went on, "Twilight. If I may dress, it would be best if I return to overseeing the castle. Ponies will be returning now that the evacuation is lifted, and they will want to see I am safe. They will also want to see you, in time. Rumour is spreading as we speak."

Swallowing, Twilight hurriedly agreed, "Of course, Princess. Do as you see fit."

"You may also wish to remove my slave collar. While I address my little ponies, at least. Or do you consider them yours? They are, after all, your responsibility now."

It occurred to Twilight that Celestia was taunting her. The Princess was sitting half naked, her thighs still slick with her own juices, the rope marks still livid against her milky breasts, a slave collar buckled firmly about her throat, and she was taunting Twilight as though she was the one in control. Of course, she was doing that to make Twilight angry, which would push Twilight past her renewed nervousness. Though it did also serve to remind her of the weight of the burden she'd taken on by enslaving Celestia, which reminded her in turn of Celestia's offer to give up and turn control over to her once more.

Twilight knew all of this, and it didn't stop it working. She was reminded of Celestia's offer, she was less nervous, more angry, and Celestia knew full well every thought passing through Twilight's head. The elder alicorn's calm smile was infuriating.

Stepping forward, Twilight hooked a finger into the ring dangling from the front of Celestia's collar and tugged her head forward. Her voice was level. "You know, Princess, you're going to have to stop manipulating me."

"Make me." Celestia's eyes were challenging, her smile growing wider by the moment. "You can command anything of me, Twilight. Though that would be the easy way out. Like ordering me to give you the answer to a test."

And just like that, Twilight could no longer order her to stop. "How did I never notice how infuriating you are, Celestia?"

"You could always gag me again. Though then you would have to deal with the castle clean up yourself. I'm sure there are many questions your new subjects cannot wait to ask you."

Twilight didn't know whether to laugh or spank her again. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed Celestia soundly, giggling into the Princess's lips, before she pulled back enough to undo her collar. "Go, Celestia. Before I change my mind."

"Whatever you say. Empress." Celestia rose from the chair, flicking her billowing mane, and strolled out of the room without troubling to pull up her dress.

The door shut behind her with a soft thud.

Things were quiet for a long moment.

Applejack broke the silence, with a breathed, "I didn't dream that, right? Y'all saw that. All that."

"Did I ever! The Princess has the squoshiest ass!" Pinkie declared brightly, bouncing on the spot. The slim blue straps over her nipples slid to one side as her breasts jiggled, barely holding on to her curves.

"I, uh, don't reckon that's a word, Pinkie."

"How about a word for the hottest thing, and also the scariest thing ever? Terrorboner?" Rainbow asked, shaking her head.

Rarity nodded in agreement, ignoring the indelicacy of the term as she gazed slack-lipped into her own memory.

"Woof."

"I would not object to giving more sensual pain, if you decide the Princess should be punished again," Zecora remarked in tones of amused satisfaction.

"Why didn't Trixie get to spank the Princess? The slutty and sensual Trixie has been spanked enough times that she deserves to do some spanking of her own!"

The renewed chatter of her slaves washed over Twilight as she sank into the chair Celestia had just vacated. She definitely needed a minute to recover after that. Then, perhaps, she could see how many of her slaves she could get to pleasure her at the same time...

A flicker of dark blue pulled her thoughts from the logistics of the problem. At the far end of the room, a small servant's door was fractionally ajar, and she'd caught a glimpse of movement there. Luna. Of course, Luna, where had Luna been all this time?

Pushing herself out of the chair, she said distractedly, "Everypony, stay here and relax. Have a nice time. I won't be long."

Trixie barred her path. Taking a step backwards, away from the others, she hissed, "Mistress? Can the slutty and submissive Trixie please have a word?"

"Quickly, Trixie. What is it?" Twilight looked over at the door again. She was almost sure Luna had been there, but if Twilight waited too long, it might be hard to find her again.

"Surely, Mistress, if you're going somewhere, then your loyal and obedient slut Trixie should be at your side! Trixie deserves to be with you more than anypony, especially now that Princess Spank-Me is no longer a threat to your absolute control of all ponies everywhere."

Twilight blinked, then shook her head. Princess Spank-Me? "I need to make sure everything is secure, Trixie. Stay here with the others until I get back."

Trixie's lips pressed together. "Of course the submissive and slutty Trixie is only too happy to obey your every whim, Mistress, but are you sure she can't come with you?"

This time, Twilight picked up on the faint note of pleading underlying Trixie's voice, and took a longer look at the showpony. She was standing a little awkwardly, and now it occurred to Twilight, she had moved a little out of earshot of the rest of the harem. Of course. The others didn't like her very much - not entirely unfairly, under the circumstances - and she must be feeling very alone.

Twilight's voice softened. "I need to go and find Princess Luna, and I think she might find it harder to talk to me if I'm not alone. I'll come back for you, don't worry. For now - sit over there for a moment, please."

Nodding, with a look of disappointment on her face, Trixie sighed heavily, "Oh, these ponies and their tender feelings. Fine, Mistress, the glorious Trixie will waste her deliciously sensual talents sitting around until you return."

Sighing, Twilight watched her go. There were tensions in the harem now, ones she was going to have to resolve. It had been so easy to forget that just because Twilight was happy to own her, it didn't mean that Trixie would feel welcome when confronted by the others. Turning back towards the knot of happily chatting ponies, Twilight caught Applejack's eye, and beckoned.

Without even stopping to finish her sentence, Applejack broke off and trotted over to Twilight's side, making sure to take high steps along the way that made her warm orange breasts bounce heavily. "What c'n I do for you, Ma'am? Ah'm ready'n eager to obey!"

Oh, Celestia, that tight outfit of glistening black really looked incredible on Applejack's muscled body. Her braided mane, her out-thrust breasts, her eager declaration of obedience... a hot shiver flashed through Twilight. But no, Applejack was for later. For now, she had other needs. "Applejack, I want you to try to make Trixie part of the celebration, make her feel welcome."

From the shift in Applejack's expression, those were not the orders she'd been hoping for. "Aw, Ma'am, c'mon now. Is that rilly what you want out've me right now?"

"She worked so hard for me that she almost passed out, Applejack. I know she's not a good pony, but she's being good for me, and she contributed a lot to us all being here like this." Twilight sighed. "I can see her getting upset because she feels so left out, like none of you like her. I don't want to leave her here like that."

"Well, she's not wrong." Despite the words, Applejack's expression softened as she looked over to the showmare, who sat with her chin resting on her hand, looking into the distance. "Alright, Ma'am, lemme take care of her. If'n she doesn't shoot off that big mouth of hers too much, we might all get along."

"Thank you. I feel a lot better knowing you'll help her feel at home. That's what Apples do best, isn't it?"

"Aw, shucks, now you've rilly gone and done it. She'll be fine, don't you worry. You go do whatever you need to."

Twilight's hand slid down Applejack's cheek, and she breathed, "I love you. You look amazing. I'll see you soon."

A look of transcendent happiness lit up the farmpony's face, and she murmured, "Love you, Ma'am. See you soon."

Lingering a moment longer, Twilight watched Applejack cross the floor towards Trixie, before she nodded to herself and turned away.

Luna could be anywhere by now, having possibly just watched the entire scene between Twilight, her harem, and Celestia. Of course Luna wouldn't have had a problem with anything she'd just seen. It was completely fine. For certain.

Twilight moved faster.

Author's Notes:

The logistics of Twilight's harem are getting out of hand. The sensible thing to do is to recognise that, and refrain from adding anypony else, ever.

Twilight is getting less and less sensible.

Proofing by the every speedy and vigilant Setokaiva!