Twilight stood frozen to the spot, too shocked to move.

Admittedly, she wasn't really dressed to entertain the Ambassador from the Dragon Lands. A tiny thong split the rounded curves of her ass, parting around her sex to put it fully on display. A shelf bra raised and squeezed her breasts together, while showing off their curves and the ripe tautness of her nipples. The spidery complexity of her power-conversion tattoo marked the exposed curves with delicate black lines. Matching fishnet stockings and elbow-length gloves completed the picture of a walking fetish dream, her makeup dark around the eyes, and her lips coated in glossy red.

Behind her, Princess Luna was shackled naked and blindfolded to a crimson steel cross, her full breasts and firm thighs decorated with reddened marks, and her cunt glistening with the slick proof of her orgasm. Trixie half-hid behind a stout bedpost, just as naked, a thick toy still buried in her pussy, looking as though she didn't know whether to hurl a spell at the intruding dragon or simply run away.

Then again, the Ambassador wasn't exactly dressed for a formal occasion either. The tall, slender figure of Princess Ember was completely exposed, rich with obvious arousal. Her crest was a deep and vibrant blue, her nipples crinkled into tight, rigid points, and the softer skin around her sex was gleaming with wetness. Her tail lashed fitfully across the ground as she looked back at Twilight with a mixture of defiance, shame and embarrassment.

"I've abused your hospitality. I understand," Ember said in a tone that struggled to retain dignified poise. She lifted her chin. Her wings flared and settled against her back once more. "State your terms."

Luna jerked hard against her restraints at the sound of Ember's voice, an inarticulate whine of horror and humiliation escaping her lips. The metal groaned, chains chiming as they snapped impossibly taut.

With a vast effort of will, Twilight suppressed her panic to a level that she could function with. She needed to think.

Ember had seen everything; it was impossible to hide it. The only way that she could be persuaded to forget was via the charm. Ember was a Princess of the Dragons, and Twilight had no idea how resilient she might be to the mental compulsion - it might not even work; not without tuning the spell to Ember specifically. Pouring sufficiently huge amounts of power into the casting might overcome that need for tuning, but she'd never proved the concept and this wasn't the time to experiment.

Luna could at least cast the charm, but she'd need to be charmed herself and the protections preventing her from remembering or using the spell undone. If Twilight herself cast it, Luna could help fuel the casting via Twilight's energy conversion tattoo, but Twilight couldn't cast it safely anyway. Besides, what if Dragon Lord Torch found out his daughter had been magically enslaved? There would be war.

It was incredibly hard to persuade herself that the charm wasn't the tool to solve this. That the charm wasn't the answer to every problem. But there had to be other options.

Meanwhile, she'd been silent too long. She had to do something.

Her voice was remarkably steady. "Princess Ember. Close your eyes."

The dragon looked directly at Twilight, and for just a moment, there was a flash of nervous stubbornness on her face. Then, hesitantly, she closed them. "Uh. If you say so," she said awkwardly.

Twilight released a silent sigh of relief. Turning around and leaning up on tiptoes, she tugged the blindfold off Luna's head, and mindful of the fact that she didn't know how sensitive Ember's hearing was, placed a finger to her lips. Her mind whirled, frantically trying to figure out what to do next.

Fact one. Ember had been caught spying. If she was the kind of dragon that roared and bellowed around the place, she wouldn't have been embarrassed, but that obviously wasn't the case. She was trying to be diplomatic, and act as a proper representative of her people. If given a reasonable means to apologise, some kind of concession on her part, that would likely go over better than simply trying to pretend it hadn't happened.

Luna's flowing mane actually managed to look a little dishevelled, and the distress on her face was evident, but she held her silence as Twilight unbuckled the straps. Quiet, unavoidable groans escaped her lips as she flexed her stiff arms and legs, and her luminous eyes pleaded for Twilight to know what to do. Trixie tiptoed over to the two of them, her own panicked look no less eloquent for her silence.

Fact two. Ember had seen some things she really, really, shouldn't have. She'd seen her physically abusing Luna and Trixie, saying and doing things that were so crushingly embarrassing that Twilight could barely resist hiding in her own wardrobe and never coming out. Luna was plainly horrified at having been seen, and Trixie was hardly happy about it either. It was very, very important that Ember never speak of this.

There was only so long Twilight could keep Ember in the dark before it began to look like weakness. Speaking abruptly and clearly, she directed her words towards the naked dragon. "You were very rude to sneak into my rooms and spy on me, Ember. Luna and Trixie aren't happy. I'd like you to say sorry."

Ember's talons tangled around themselves. Clearly she wasn't used to being at this much of a disadvantage, and wasn't quite sure how to handle it. "...I apologise." Her eyes flicked open, then shut quickly again as she saw Twilight gazing steadily at her.

Fact three. Ember had obviously been playing with herself, while watching them. The dragon seemed almost as humiliated by her discovery as they were, even if she wasn't trying to hide her body. Whether she'd been getting off on the voyeurism, the domination or simply witnessing their sex play, Twilight didn't know.

"Luna, Trixie, get into my bed." That would let them cover themselves, and gain some relief from being so exposed in front of a stranger. Without saying a word, Trixie's lingering resentment of Luna quite forgotten, the two of them disappeared under the blankets together with unseemly haste.

Fact four. Ember sincerely believed she'd been caught, and that Twilight had known she was there all along. That was important. Ember thought Twilight was in control of the situation, and that was the single advantage that she, Twilight, had.

Carefully, painfully conscious of how exposed she was, Twilight straightened her back and forced herself not to cringe in embarrassment. No Princess lesson would have covered this eventuality. She was on her own.

In a level, calm tone like a schoolteacher speaking to someone that was about to be in trouble, Twilight told Ember, "Come here and stand in front of the cross."

As Twilight had hoped, Ember looked distinctly nervous at the demand. She opened her eyes, and walked over to stand before the tall 'X', her blue scales contrasting pleasingly with the crimson metal. "Uh. ...why?" she asked carefully.

"I'm asking the questions," the outer shell of Twilight told her with unperturbed calm, while inner Twilight gibbered in panic. "Ember, why did you leave your room, sneak into the private passages of the castle and spy on us?"

"Hey, I wasn't expecting any of this!" Ember replied quickly, gesturing up and down at the cross behind her, then over to the bed where Luna and Trixie were huddling together. "I didn't think anyone would be here!"

"Okay. I believe you." Twilight's gaze caught the gleam of the silver capped riding crop on the ground. On the one hand, picking up a weapon in front of a naked Ambassador was probably on the list of things that you didn't do. On the other hand, 'letting this happen' was also on the list of things you didn't do. The crop levitated into her hand, still slick with Luna's wetness, and Ember's eyes flicked down to it with a hint of nervousness. Twilight tapped it against her palm.

"So you weren't coming to watch Luna, Trixie and I make love. You were still spying on me, and I don't think you came here by accident. What did you hope to find out?"

Ember hesitated. "Look, you're claiming to embody the whole realm of magic, okay? That's a pretty big deal. I want to know more about what you want, and what you're gonna do with it. So yeah, I came to find out."

Twilight maintained her level stare, doing her best not to show her reaction. Actually.. no, maybe it was time to show her reaction. Her shoulders relaxed a little, and she replied wryly, "That makes a lot of sense, actually."

"It does?" Ember blinked at Twilight, seeming confused by the sudden capacity to see her point of view.

"It does. I keep underestimating how much it matters that I've become an alicorn, not just to me, but to everypony. I think it's going to take a while to sink in."

Some of the tension leaked out of Ember as Twilight began speaking to her more like they had at dinner, and her wings settled against her back. She was therefore all the more startled when Twilight's crop flicked up and pointed at her accusingly.

"Still, that doesn't make it okay to spy on me. Now you've seen things that were private."

"It's not like I'd tell anyone," Ember said hastily, holding up her hands palm outwards.

"Do you remember what I said when you fell out of the passage?" Oh, no, what was she saying, what was she going to do? She couldn't really punish Ember, could she? She was an ambassador! The very worst that ever happened to ambassadors was that they were asked to leave, wasn't it?

A distracted, abstract part of Twilight noticed Ember's throat move in a nervous swallow. "You said something about punishment," Ember replied in a low tone. There was something going on behind Ember's expression that Twilight couldn't fully understand, some mix of shame and offended pride and curiosity that was defeating her best efforts to pick apart.

"Yes. I did." Twilight took a slow step closer to Ember, crop gripped in both her hands. She couldn't forget for a moment that Ember was the representative of her people. What happened now would shape Ember's view of all ponykind. A small, strange part of her was oddly excited by the extremity of the stakes.

Ember's eyes widened as Twilight leaned in, the crop held horizontally between them, separating them. The half-naked pony spoke softly. "Princess Ember, of course I wouldn't punish an ambassador from the Dragon Lands. We have too much at stake to let this come between us. I want to get to know your people, and I hope you want to get to know ours, too. We could teach each other so much. So, as the Ambassador, there will be no consequences. Nopony ever needs to be told what happened here."

Ember's lips worked soundlessly for a second, her red eyes flicking away to one side, then moving back to meet Twilight's gaze. "Okay. That's gracious of you. I'll continue my visit, and we can talk. I guess there are some things I'm curious about that I can ask you, tomorrow."

Twilight stepped back, letting Ember past. The dragon walked on tiptoes, looking directly at the entrance to the secret passage and not letting her gaze stray anywhere near the nude ponies huddling in the lavish bed. She was on the verge of stepping off the soft rugs onto the bare stone of the passageway when Twilight's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Ember."

The dragon didn't turn around, but her wings fluffed out warily at the iron note in Twilight's voice. "Yes?"

"That was the Princess of Magic speaking to the Ambassador from Dragon Lord Torch. Officially, we don't ever have to think about this ever again. As Twilight, though, I want you to know something."

Ember's wings hitched slightly higher. "What's that?"

Twilight tensed. She didn't have to do this. She'd already defused the situation; even though Luna and Trixie were horribly embarrassed, they could all just do their best to pretend it hadn't happened. That was diplomacy.

"I'm not finished with you. You, Ember, deserve to be punished for your bad behaviour. So leave, as the Ambassador. Or shut the door, come back here, and take what's coming to you. I won't ever ask you again."

Twilight could barely believe the words passing her lips. A surface part of her was caught in horrified panic that she could have even contemplated saying such a thing to someone uncharmed, let alone a Princess from a powerful land. But deeper down, a hard, sleek determination possessed her. Ember had intruded on something that wasn't hers. If she wanted to be part of Twilight's world, then fine. She would be.

If she didn't walk out of the room.

Ember stood stiffly by the secret door, her wings half-furled. She was almost completely motionless, only the lashing of her tail giving any hint to her thoughts. Silence reigned, so quiet that Twilight held her breath.

Finally, Ember reached out and gripped the edge of the door. Facing into the secret passage, she spoke. "Look-" she began, then stalled, and said nothing for a moment longer. "Look. I might have walked in- I was spying on you. Fine. That doesn't mean- look."

"Do you understand what you saw?" Twilight asked, her tone level and calm.

Ember snorted, shaking her head once. "No, not at all. Ponies, doing that? That's not anything I can understand."

"You wanted to learn about me. That's why you're here, in my bedroom."

"...yeah," the dragon conceded slowly, almost reluctantly, her talons tightening on the edge of the door.

Arching her back and thrusting out her chest, Twilight planted her left hand on her hip. "Shut the door and come here, Ember. If you want to learn, I will teach you."

Ember's tail flicked again. Then, very slowly and carefully, she stepped back, and pushed the door closed. It clicked into place, the seams vanishing amongst the decorative curls and panels, leaving her facing a wall that she didn't know how to open.

Twilight's teeth caught at her lower lip, a sharp, intoxicating triumph flashing through her like a rush of fever, as Ember turned to face her.

"I don't get it," the dragon said slowly. She took a step forward, then another. "You were insulting them. Putting them down. You had Luna chained to that cross thing, and you were hitting her. But you talked like you were proud of them, and they obviously adore you. I don't get what's going on here."

Twilight approached her with slow purposefulness, as though a sharp movement might scare her off. Circling around her slightly as she closed in, Twilight made certain Ember's back was to the bed. Better that she didn't look at Luna or Trixie; they obviously weren't sure what was happening, even if they understood that Twilight didn't want them to interrupt, and the last thing Twilight wanted was for Ember to pick up on their nervousness.

Confidence. Control.

"This will be your punishment, Ember. A lesson. A lesson in just what my ponies feel for me, and how we connect. You will learn what you wanted to know about me. You can leave at any time; but as long as you stay, you will listen. You will learn. And you will follow my instructions."

Ember swallowed. She stood rigidly, her cheeks flushed, her crest a royal blue, vibrant in the lamplight. For a moment, it seemed that she would protest, but the words died without being spoken. "Okay. As long as I decide when I'm done."

Twilight met Ember's red-eyed gaze. "That's the first lesson. You aren't in control, but you can always make it stop. If Luna had asked me to stop, I would have. I'd have held her, and made sure she was feeling okay. Her feelings are very important. So are Trixie's. So are yours."

A baffled look crossed Ember's face. "I still don't get it. You had her chained up, and you were beating her, but you'd let her go if she said so? Why would anyone agree to that to start with?"

"Luna loves me," Twilight said simply. "She trusts me. Giving up control to me is an experience that makes her feel things intensely. She believes that I'll guide her to feel things that she will enjoy, and I'll enjoy. It's very important to her to want to please me."

By the puzzled frown on Ember's face, she couldn't picture that at all. "No offence, but I don't love you. I don't really want to make you happy, either. How are you going to make me understand what they feel?"

That was a really good question. What they needed was intimacy.

"Close your eyes," Twilight said softly. With less hesitation than before, Ember did so, still frowning faintly. Stepping forward, Twilight let the very tips of her nipples brush against the dragon's own chest. "Breathe steadily for me. That's it. Just relax, and breathe. Very good. You can feel the warmth of my body, can't you? Is it nice?"

There was a look of concentration on Ember's face now, her tail settling from a fitful lashing to stillness. After a moment, she murmured, "...yeah, I guess so."

"I'm going to move a little closer now, okay? Just relax. Keep breathing steadily." All of Twilight's attention was focused on the dragon before her, taking in the way she inhaled and exhaled, the little unconscious movements of her tail and her fingers. It was a strange, quiet coming together. Twilight's heart beat rapidly in her chest as she gently pressed her breasts against Ember's, her stocking-clad thigh brushing the other woman's.

"You don't have to talk to me like I'm scared of you or anything," muttered Ember, turning her head slightly away, her eyes still closed.

Ignoring Ember's protest, Twilight leant her head forward, maintaining her soft tone. "I'd like you to breathe in my scent. Just feel my warmth, and my breathing against you, and take in everything about me." She was working purely by instinct, letting what felt natural guide her words. The female dragon was very still, but she didn't pull away.

"...your mane smells like lilacs," mumbled Ember after a moment. "Noticed it earlier. You smell like flowers, and sweat, and... pony, I guess, and yeah. Lilac."

"Is that a nice scent?" Twilight asked gently. Ember's skin was hot against hers, smoother than she'd expected, and she felt a pleasant tingle in her stomach as their breasts stroked against each other with each little movement. It was so strange to be so close to this dragon, this stranger, without the safety of the charm.

"...I guess," Ember replied slowly. "Yeah."

"It's okay. Do you believe me, when I told you that you could leave anytime you liked? That you could walk away if anything happened that was too much?"

Ember's eyes opened slightly, then closed again. There was just a hint of defensiveness in her voice as she replied, "Yeah. I believe that."

"That's fine. That's good," Twilight soothed. "I'm going to ask you to say some things, some true things. They don't have to be true forever. Just true for today, just for while you're with me right now. Okay?"

A faint, puzzled expression touched Ember's face, then smoothed away again. Relaxing against Twilight, her weight shifting slightly to rest against the pony, she murmured again, "Okay."

"I feel safe," Twilight said gently. "Can you say that for me? Can you say it, and mean it?"

"...I feel safe," Ember echoed, nodding slowly. After a brief pause, she said again, more quietly, "I feel safe."

"That's right," Twilight breathed. "You're safe. Nothing bad will happen. I'm going to touch your back, now. It's okay. Relax." Her hand rose from her side, gently settling on Ember's side. There was a subtle patterning to the skin beneath her fingers, and she traced it with her fingertips, working her way around to the centre of Ember's back.

Despite her insistence that she didn't need any reassurance, Ember's breathing caught slightly, then settled again. "That's nice," she finally murmured. Her head tilted downwards, and her shoulders relaxed as she visibly grew accustomed to Twilight's touch.

"Are you comfortable?" Twilight asked softly.

"...yeah."

"Then I'd like you to say, 'I trust you', please. Remember, you're not talking about always. Just for tonight. Just for here. Can you believe it for me?"

Ember nodded slowly. Quietly, but clearly, she murmured, "I trust you."

Twilight breathed in deeply, and let it go, a tingle of warmth glowing in her chest. Very softly, she said, "Open your eyes, please."

Wordlessly, Ember obeyed, her red eyes gazing into Twilight's searchingly. Twilight gazed back, letting herself relax, her eyes full of warmth and affection.

"I'd like you to say it again."

"...I trust you," Ember said quietly, her breathing slow and steady.

Twilight's hand slid gently up Ember's back, stroking the ridge of spines between her folded wings. A note of quiet steel entered her voice. "I'm going to give you some commands, Ember. It might make you nervous, but you can do it. I believe in you."

Ember nodded again, still gazing into Twilight's eyes. "I can do it," she replied softly.

Moving slowly, Twilight lifted her free hand to Ember's lips, stroking along the side of her muzzle. "You'll do as I desire, Ember."

Ember's muzzle parted slightly at the caress, a hint of a blush rising on her aqua cheeks."...yes. I'll do what you want."

"Remember this is a lesson, Ember. I want you to embrace what you feel. Take it into yourself, and really feel it." Tense, and trying not to let it ruffle the air of total confidence she sought to project, Twilight watched Ember's face closely. This was the turning point. She'd stop here, or not at all. Twilight paused, then said with inexorable firmness, "You will obey me, Ember. Say so."

Ember's lips twitched, and for a moment, she said nothing. Her eyes flickered to one side, but were drawn back by Twilight's gaze and captured once more. A touch of hoarseness in her voice, her tail flicking across the floor, she replied slowly, "Okay. I'll... obey you. For tonight."

"Yes. All of this is just for tonight. You trust me. You'll obey me. Again, please."

"I trust you," Ember said, with quiet sincerity. "I'll obey you."

Twilight heard a soft gasp from behind Ember, but didn't want to look away from the dragon's face to find out which of the two ponies sheltering in her bed had released it. Straightening, she arched her back, pushing her chest against Ember more firmly. This was the moment. Now she had to be strong.

"Ember. Put your hands behind your back. Arch your back, and spread your feet. Just say, 'Yes, Twilight', and comply."

Ember hesitated for an instant. Then, slowly, she moved her arms back and crossed her wrists behind her, her taloned feet sliding apart. "Yes, Twilight," she murmured, in a somewhat subdued tone.

Obedience achieved. Now what she needed was a reward. Caressing the side of Ember's face, Twilight said warmly, "That's very good, Ember. That's right. It feels good to please me." Not giving Ember time to react aloud to that, where she might try for an instinctive denial, she let her lecturing tone touch her voice lightly, and went on, "This pose is a very open one. Your hands are moved out of the way, so I can touch you anywhere I want to. Your boobs are pushed out towards me, to show your body off the best way, and your legs are spread nice and wide so I can touch your pussy. It shows a lot of trust. It's nice to be shown off for me. You're very beautiful, Ember, with the wonderful colour of your scales. You're proud."

Nodding slowly, Ember looked down at herself before meeting Twilight's gaze again. "I'm proud. I'm proud you think I'm beautiful. That feels good," she said, with frankness that seemed to take herself by surprise.

Setting her crop aside on the edge of the bed, Twilight ran both hands up Ember's sides. Feeling the subtle grooves and ridges of the dragon's scales under her fingers, her heart hammered in her chest with the precarious joy and lust and terror of dominating the other woman through nothing but force of will. Moving inwards, her fingertips slid over the smoother curves of Ember's chest, and she gently circled the deep blue nipples with her nails. "I'm going to play with your tits now, Ember. Your body is mine to play with, tonight," she told Ember firmly.

Ember stiffened as Twilight's hands moved up her body, but maintained her pose as ordered. Her cheeks grew redder, and her eyelids fluttered at the tender, teasing touch of her nipples. A low, almost disbelieving groan escaped her lips. "...yeah. Okay."

"That's very good, Ember," Twilight told her. "But I'd like you to say 'Yes, Twilight', okay?" Her slim fingers pinched Ember's nipples firmly, feeling them grow harder under her teasing touch. "Try again, please."

"Hng!" yelped Ember at the pinch, her wings flaring open. Her jaws worked, before she found her voice and replied in a low tone, "Yes, Twilight."

"Very good," Twilight murmured again, approvingly. Her touches grew firmer, more assertive, kneading more roughly. "It feels good. I'm being rough with you, I'm making you stand still, at attention, and it feels good. You feel my approval. You want that. It feels good to know that I'm happy with you, that I'm proud of you. That you are obeying. It feels good to obey."

Almost without seeming fully aware she was doing it, Ember had begun to nod along with Twilight's words, low groans escaping her. "This is... crazy. I can't be letting a pony do this to me..." she breathed, her eyes half closed, but seemingly unable to look away from Twilight's face.

Twilight twisted Ember's nipple, wrenching a gasp from the dragon, and let her free hand run down the other woman's stomach to graze her inner thighs. "It feels good to obey me, Ember. I'd like you to say so." She leant closer, her body pressing against the dragon's once more. Her face inches away from Embers, she let her voice harden, and ordered in an uncompromising tone, "Say it now."

"It feels good to obey!" gasped Ember, and her slit pupils widened in shock as she heard the echoes of her own words.

"Yes. It does," Twilight told her firmly, her hand moving up to teasingly caress Ember's damp sex, and scattering whatever thoughts the dragon might have tried to speak aloud next. "That's what I want you to understand, more than anything. I care about the ponies I control. I feel warmth, and tenderness, and closeness..." Her finger pressed against Ember's slick folds, and she felt the other woman's hips jerk in helpless reflex. "...and it feels good to make them obey. It feels so, so good."

Face flushed, her cheeks red, crest a vivid blue, Ember panted, "It - that does feel -"

"I want you to know something," Twilight interrupted her with calm firmness. "I feel very close to you. I feel good at being near you. But there's something more, too." Tilting her head upwards, Twilight breathed into Ember's ear, "I feel so horny, Ember. This is turning me on, so badly. Do you feel how hard my nipples are, pressing against you? Do you feel how hot my skin is? This feels so good. I want to make you obey me, Ember. Just for tonight, I want you to be my eager, obedient sex toy."

"Just for tonight," Ember agreed huskily, as if the words were a mantra that excused anything - everything - she was doing. Her hips shifted from side to side, pushing against Twilight's fingers, and she shivered, her wings trembling. "I get it. A bit. It feels - really good to know I'm turning you on. I want to."

"Obey," Twilight told her softly, her finger sliding into Ember's welcoming pussy and becoming coated with her wetness. Her hand began moving back and forth, curling her finger within the other woman, and with each thrust into her, repeating again, "Obey. Obey. Obey."

"Fuck," breathed Ember, her arms tensing, hands clasping each other more tightly behind her back. "I'll obey. Obey Twilight." She broke off with a gasp, her head tilting back, and another full-body shudder wracked her.

"It feels good to obey," Twilight purred, slowly rubbing her chest up and down against Ember's captive body.

"Feels good," Ember panted, "to obey." The claws of her large feet sank into the rug deeply, piercing through to the stone beneath.

"Yes, it does. That's right. That's right," Twilight encouraged her, letting her caresses grow rougher. Grinding the palm of her hand against Ember's clit, the same way she liked to pleasure herself, she slid a second finger into the yielding woman's heated cunt. She rode atop a giddy rush of power and triumph, letting it overwhelm any hint of hesitation or uncertainty. It was working! She could hardly believe it, but it was working; Ember was feeling the connection, obeying her orders, and the hornier she got, the more compliant she'd be.

She needed draconic dominance signals. Twilight didn't know for sure, but she could guess. Covering the wings, so they couldn't fly. Pinning them down. Biting the neck, probably. With the older dragons, a grip on the neck would stop their own head turning around to defend themselves. "Mm, yes. That's it," she murmured aloud, and angled her head to one side. Her soft, smooth lips moved against Ember's neck, and she felt, with an electric thrill, the sudden flare of tension in the dragon's body. Baring her teeth, Twilight bit down roughly.

A high-pitched, feminine cry escaped Ember's lips, and her clasped hands lost their grip, her arms falling limp by her sides. Her back arched, pushing her breasts against Twilight, and she panted raggedly, whimpering with each movement of the dominant pony's fingers within her. "O-oh, oh fuck, oh, oh fuck," she gasped.

"You're mine," Twilight breathed into Ember's neck. Nothing else existed in that moment. Only the thrill, the hunger, of dominating another. Her body felt as though it was burning, perspiration slicking her skin, a molten wetness between her legs that begged to be touched. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, electric sparks striking through them with every movement of their bodies against each other. A fire burnt within her, her bites becoming rougher and rougher as she felt Ember melt into her hands.

She had been foolish to wonder what Ember had found so erotic. It was power. Now Twilight held the dragon in the palm of her hand, Ember's body a puppet jerking with each movement of Twilight's fingers. The dragon was so hot, so tense, gasping and shuddering in a way that signalled her impending release. It would be so easy to push her over that edge.

And yet... it wouldn't be wise to let Ember cum so quickly. That might let her head clear - she might even leave - and she hadn't experienced nearly enough yet. Ember had to feel herself give in, had to understand what drove a proud, magnificent mare like Luna to surrender her body to another. "Not yet," Twilight breathed aloud, her fingers stilling within Ember. "It's not time for you to cum yet. I'm going to make you beg, Ember. You'll beg me for permission, and when I finally let you, you're going to cum harder than you've ever cum before."

"Don't-" gasped Ember, reaching up to grasp Twilight's wrist with one hand. Her eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and a sheen of faint iridescence glimmered on her delicate scales. Her crest quivered with the subtle jerks running through her body. "You can't," she pleaded.

"I can't?" asked Twilight quietly, her gaze spearing Ember. The tone of warning could have been play-acting, but somehow, it wasn't. At that moment, with that hungry, cruel dominance hammering inside her chest in rhythm with her heartbeat, the flare of danger radiating from her was entirely sincere. Ember swallowed, her grip on Twilight's wrist weakening.

Twilight's gaze flicked to the bed, behind the captive dragon. Her two slaves had the blankets drawn up to their shoulders, giving them some kind of modesty after all Ember had seen. Trixie was watching with wide, disbelieving eyes, her lips parted. Behind her, Luna was spooning the smaller pony, one bare arm lying atop the blanket, her expression more uncertain. It was more than time to draw them back in.

"Luna, I'd like you to come here, please," Twilight told her, her measured words hard and purposeful. "You will stand behind this dragon, and take hold of her wrists. Grip them firmly. I don't want her to be able to move."

Nodding quickly, Luna drew back the blanket, climbing over Trixie, then pulled the covers over the younger pony once more. "As you desire, my Mistress. I shall obey," she replied, her voice soft but clear. She seemed to have recovered her poise, naked and straight-backed as she stepped forward. Her soft, rounded breasts grazed Ember's back as she placed her hands gently on the dragon's upper arms. "I shall be restraining thee, as Twilight wills."

Ember twisted her head around to catch a glimpse of Luna, distracted a little from her trance-like state of lustful desperation by the sudden intrusion of another pony. Her body tensed, but she made no effort to resist as Luna drew her arms behind her, and gripped her wrists. Her mouth opened and closed, before she finally asked huskily, "Is this really okay?"

Reaching up with her free hand to cup Ember's delicately scaled cheek, Twilight held her gaze, her own voice low. "You're safe, Ember. You're safe to relax, and feel everything that's happening. That's another secret. You don't have to decide what to do next. You don't have to worry about how to touch me, or what I might want. I'll tell you what I want. I'll show you how to please me. All you have to do is do what I tell you to."

Ember's breathing slowly steadied, and a little of the tension went out of her arm muscles. In a whisper, she replied, "I do... feel like I want to trust you. I don't know how you did that. I just..." she trailed off, taking another deep breath, and letting it go. "Please... touch me some more. Show me what you want."

"I will," Twilight murmured. Her lips met Ember's, kissing along the side of her muzzle, and exploring the strangeness of her elongated face. Gently, slowly, Twilight's fingers began sliding in and out of Ember again, rubbing over her slick, wet sex. "You're so pretty," Twilight breathed into Ember's mouth. "So strange. I wasn't expecting you to be like this. So curved." Kissing down her captive's neck, Twilight tenderly licked Ember's nipples one after the other, before beginning to suck on them.

"Mmnnnh..." groaned Ember, gently tugging against Luna's iron grip on her wrists. Her eyes flickered half-closed, and she mumbled, "It's the second stage... I'll be like this for, for a while, but one day, I'll be too big to walk on two legs, and I'll... third stage, it all flattens out, and all fours..." Her voice trailed off, clearly unable to focus or even think straight. Her hips bucked jerkily, tail swaying from side to side, mostly held up by the naked pony holding her arms.

Even in the depths of her arousal, Twilight couldn't help but be fascinated by Ember's words. How must it be, knowing that as you grew up, you'd not just grow larger, but your body would change entirely like that? She wanted to know more. Later. Withdrawing her fingers from Ember's cunt, Twilight reached up and touched them to Ember's lips.

"Lick them, Ember. Taste them. Do as you are commanded."

"Yes, Twilight," Ember gasped, her cheeks crimson. Her pointed tongue curled around Twilight's fingers obediently, licking them clean with urgent devotion.

"Trixie, come here." Without even looking, Twilight sensed Trixie jerk in surprise, before she wriggled out of the bed, and nervously approached. Her pale blue mane was mussed, and her sex toy had been discreetly abandoned somewhere in the bedsheets, leaving her shaven sex bare.

Swallowing, her eyes flicking towards Ember, Trixie drew herself up. Visibly donning the air of self-confidence she always sought to project, she lifted her head and asked with a semblance of normality, "How may the slutty and submissive Trixie serve you, Mistress?"

Stepping to one side, Twilight beckoned Trixie to stand in front of Ember. The shorter pony did as she was bid, trying to maintain her self-assured pose, though her cheeks grew red and her gaze flicked awkwardly downwards. Withdrawing her fingers from Ember's lips, Twilight said softly, "I want you to know about these ponies, Ember. Trixie is my pupil. She helps me with my research. She's my slave, too. I'm so, so proud of her. When I needed her help, she worked for days and weeks, pushing herself to the limits of her endurance night after night. She's smart. She's determined."

Twilight laughed softly, and stroked her hand through Trixie's mane. "She's kind of arrogant, and she's not very good at being polite to other ponies. But I'm so, so proud of her. And that's how she is, as my slave. She gives herself to me completely, and she'd do anything to please me. Even if it scares her. She trusts that I care, that I'd help her do what I command of her, if she needs that help. I'm very proud of her as my slave, too. Trixie is a good pony."

Trixie's eyes glistened wetly as she looked up at Twilight, all trace of awkwardness or embarrassment erased by the utter, absolute worship radiating from her. "Yes, yes Mistress... I am! I'll do anything, I promise, I just want - Trixie wants to stay at your side always!" she poured out in a rush.

Ember's red eyes lingered on Trixie, then slowly shifted over to Twilight. Dizzy and breathless, her cheeks still flushed, she panted, "...why are you telling me this?"

"Because I promised to teach you. I really want you to understand," Twilight replied. "What Trixie does for me is more than just do as I command. She works with me, and tells me when I'm wrong, and helps me. But when it comes to being intimate like this, she gives herself over completely, and obeys without hesitation. It couldn't be like that all the time, it wouldn't work. But it's not like she becomes a whole different person when she's my fucktoy, either. The bond between us is the same."

Licking her lips to moisten them, Ember searched Trixie's face. "I don't... you want this?"

"Yes," breathed Trixie, with absolute sincerity. "More than anything."

Touching Trixie's cheek, Twilight flicked her gaze downwards. Her voice quiet and firm, she commanded, "Trixie, I'd like you to kneel down and lick Ember's pussy. If you feel her getting close, back off a little. Don't let her cum."

"Anything you command, Mistress!" Dropping to her knees with unseemly haste, Trixie pushed her head between Ember's legs and immediately began licking, intent on showing her eagerness to obey. Ember gasped sharply, her head rocking back and her arms tensing against Luna's iron grip.

Twilight stepped behind Trixie, straddling the naked pony and pinning her head between them. Caressing Ember's breast as the dragon began to writhe against Trixie's tongue, she went on, "Luna is one of the most noble, kind, magnificent ponies that have ever lived." Her gaze flicked up to meet Luna's eyes for a moment, and she added in a softer tone, "And I love her. Being with her is an honour."

"But you... you were calling her all of those things..." Ember gasped, her head tilting back as she bucked against Trixie's tongue. Her hands clenched, and she had a distracted, breathy tone to her voice. "You were insulting her, weren't you...?"

"Yes," agreed Twilight frankly, "I was. Not because I wanted to hurt her, though. Because... it's sexy, to talk like that. To say terrible things. To tell her that she's an obedient sex toy, a fuckable cunt that I can use any way I want." A smile spreading across her lips, delighting in the sounds of Trixie's urgent lapping at Ember's cunt and the tremors visibly wracking the dragon's body, she leant forward and breathed, "It's sexy to say that you'll obey. That you'll do anything I want. That your tits, and ass, and cunt, and mouth are all mine, to do whatever I want to. That you're my slut now, my pliant fuckdoll. That you can't refuse me anything. Hot. Wet. Obedient. Desperate. You need to cum, so, so badly, it's driving you crazy..."

Ember's jaw clenched, and she emitted a strangled whimper, shaking her head in a tiny, futile gesture of denial.

Twilight's thighs squeezed together, her bare, exposed sex glistening with excitement. There was something almost painfully erotic about Ember's struggle not to quite give in, the fight for the last little scrap of her dignity. Trixie had settled into a steady rhythm, lapping devotedly at the dragon's cunt, and Twilight could feel Trixie's mane nuzzling against her bare thighs with each movement, tickling pleasantly. Luna's lips were curved in a serene smile of purposeful obedience, deep, slow breaths crushing her breasts against Ember's back and wings, her grip unfaltering on her captive's wrists.

Twilight's gaze flicked down to Ember's tail, as a sudden image flashed into the forefront of her mind, and her cheeks reddened in sudden embarrassment that owed nothing to her extravagantly revealing outfit, nor the squirming, moaning women around her.

She couldn't.

She wouldn't know what to do, for one thing. And it was... dirty. She'd read descriptions, in a couple of her profoundly shameful books that featured such things, but she'd never really...

But all the same, the image, the memory, wouldn't go away. Luna on her knees, her large, soft lips pursed into a pout, parted around an imagined shaft as she bobbed her head slowly up and down between Twilight's legs, recreating that long-ago blowjob she'd given Celestia's strap-on. Oh, Celestia, it had been so hot watching the beautiful, dignified Princess of the Moon lovingly playing out sucking on that perfect white shaft.

Breathing quickly, her heart racing, Twilight stepped back, careful not to disturb Trixie where she knelt. Ember's head snapped up, shaking from side to side slightly.

"Don't - don't go," Ember pleaded with a sharp gasp.

"I won't. I'm not going anywhere. I just want to try this," Twilight breathed, meeting Ember's eyes for a moment before looking down at the dragon's tail once more. She felt frozen in place, captivated by the thought of what she was about to do. Then, slowly and smoothly, as if her body wasn't fully under her control, she slid down into a crouch beside Trixie, and reached out to capture Ember's tail with both hands.

It was firm, surprisingly strong, but Ember didn't try to resist as Twilight drew it towards her. Running both hands up towards the end of it, Twilight gripped it just behind the broad, leaf-like tip, and brought it to her lips. Slowly, looking up at Ember's face, Twilight began softly licking it.

The result was immediate. "Gnnngh!" groaned Ember deep in her throat, her tail twitching in Twilight's hands, her hips bucking sharply against Trixie's face. "Oh, fff- my tail, too?" she gasped, her arms tensing against Luna's grip.

Twilight giggled, her confidence growing rapidly. Shuffling forward a little more, she pressed Ember's tail between her breasts, lapping at the tip like a lollipop. "Does that feel nice?"

"Nice? You're sucking on my tail while I'm being eaten out and you ask if it feels nice - gnnh!"

Not waiting for Ember to finish replying, Twilight parted her lips widely, and slid the end of the dragon's tail into her mouth. "Mmmmh," she hummed around it, her tongue flicking and stroking, as she eased the flared tip fully between her lips and let them purse around the comparatively slim shaft. Her shoulder rubbed against Trixie's, and she noticed the showpony's attention flicking towards her longingly before focusing on her task once more.

Pulling her head back, Twilight let Ember's tail slide out from between her lips, glistening damply with her saliva. "I've never done anything like that before," Twilight explained, looking up at Ember. "I've never been with anyone that had a tail like yours before." She giggled, her cheeks red. "I haven't done that with a stallion, either."

Ember whimpered in response, shivering. She tried to say something, but couldn't seem to get the words to come.

"You are really, really cute," Twilight told her, her grin widening. Pushing herself to her feet, she kept hold of Ember's tail, moving closer. With one hand, she carefully guided the broad tip between her own legs, letting the flattened tip brush up and down against her own sex. "Oooh," Twilight gasped at the alien sensation, all the more intense for how badly she'd needed to be touched herself. "Oh, that's nice..."

Leaning up against Ember's side to get as much slack as possible with her tail, Twilight kissed the corner of the dragon's mouth. Her voice husky with arousal, she asked teasingly, "Are you still going to tell me that you're not horny, desperate... so desperate to cum that you'd do anything for me...?"

"Please!" Ember burst out, writhing in Luna's grip. "Please, please, stop teasing me and just let me cum already!"

With alarming suddenness, Twilight's free hand shot out and gripped Ember by the throat, squeezing. Her gaze bored into Ember, and in a voice like iron, she demanded, "Call me Mistress."

"Mistress! Please! Please, please Mistress, let me cum! Stop teasing me and just - just let me cum!" Ember gasped, her crimson eyes wide and slightly glazed.

"You're my dragon bitch," Twilight growled. She was beyond thinking or planning; driven by instinct and lust and hunger to dominate. Her hand tightened, making Ember struggle raggedly to breathe.

"Yes, Mistress! Your bitch!" The words were frantic, any pretence of dignity or reluctance burnt away by the molten arousal coursing through Ember's body.

"Trixie! Make her cum," Twilight ordered, grinding the tip of Ember's tail more firmly up and down her own cunt. Her skin was tingling, her head swimming. All of the layers of thought and self-analysis had been stripped back, leaving her bare, experiencing and feeling everything with a raw intensity that made her knees weak.

Pulling back, her mane mussed and her lips and chin shiny with Ember's juices, Trixie panted, "Yes, Mistress! Your obedient slut obeys!" Burying her face between the dragon's thighs once more, her whole body quivered as she thrust her tongue into Ember's cunt.

A low, guttural snarl escaped Ember as Twilight's grip on her throat eased. Sucking in a deep breath, she let it out again in a heavy moan, grinding her cunt harder against Trixie's face. Her tail twitched and jerked in Twilight's hand, and her wings, pinned against her back by Luna's body, struggled to unfurl. Her vertical pupils wide, driven beyond all rational words, Ember exploded into orgasm, thrashing against the iron restraint of Luna's hands.

"Yes! Yes, Ember, yes," panted Twilight, feeling the dragon's tail trying to pull away and shoving it all the more firmly against her own cunt. Seeing the other woman give in to her orgasm felt like Twilight didn't have to hold herself back anymore, and she shifted her grip to Ember's shoulder for support as she gave in to a rush of pleasure that blew out her thoughts like a candle flame, leaving her gasping raggedly in its aftermath.

Slumped, held up by Luna's strong arms, Ember shook her head slowly. "Fuck," she murmured to no one in particular.

Sitting back on her heels, Trixie looked up at Twilight with a yearning expression on her face, licking her lips. "The sensual and slutty Trixie did as you commanded, Mistress," she declared, obviously craving her owner's praise.

"You did very well, Trixie," Twilight managed, resting one hand atop Trixie's mane. Looking up at Luna's face, Twilight took in her smile and responded with one of her own. "You too, Luna. You were perfect. You can let her go now; but carefully, please. I don't want her to fall."

"As is thy wish," murmured Luna demurely, letting go of one of Ember's wrists, then steadying the dragon by squeezing her shoulder as she released the other. "Are you alright, Ember?"

"I'm okay," managed Ember, straightening up . "I'm okay." Shaking her head in disbelief, she met Twilight's eyes and a darker red flush grew across her cheeks. "Look-"

Twilight pre-empted her. Wrapping her arms around the dragon, she held Ember close against her, their breasts pressed together. "You were wonderful, Ember. Thank you for giving up control, so I could show you what it means to me. It's warm. It's intimate. It's kind of cruel at times, but a fun kind of cruel, that knows when to stop. That was really, really hot," she finished with an embarrassed smile, conscious that Ember's tail still gleamed with the wetness of her sex and her saliva.

"...yeah," agreed Ember. "It was. I just - that wasn't what I expected from you. I just don't get you ponies at all."

Leaning back a little to see Ember's face, Twilight hesitated, then asked, "So it didn't help at all, in understanding?" Beside her, Trixie pushed herself off the floor, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, and Luna moved to squeeze Trixie's shoulder, smiling reassuringly at the younger pony.

"I guess... yeah. It did, actually. It doesn't feel like it looks. I mean, you had me by the throat. That's, like, lay down and give up or die, in Dragonspeak. But it didn't feel like that. It felt... I don't know what it felt. Good," she added, half to herself.

"Ember," Luna said, her tone a little formal. She stood at Trixie's side, tall, naked and magnificent, her ever-shifting mane and tail flowing through the air. "I was embarrassed, to have been seen whilst I gave myself over to Twilight. Thank you for agreeing to do the same. You did not have to remain, but now that I have witnessed thee in her hands, I do not feel ashamed of what you have seen."

"Sorry," replied Ember awkwardly. "I really didn't mean to. I was trying to find out what's going on with Twilight, but - like I said, that wasn't what I was expecting." She took a deep breath, and straightened her back, stepping back towards the blank wall where the hidden door lay. "Okay. So. Thanks for - that. Gave me a lot to think about. You can open the door, now."

"You really don't have to leave," Twilight told her earnestly. Glancing at Trixie, she reached out to the powder blue unicorn and hugged her with one arm, drawing Trixie against her side. The showpony clung to her tightly, resting her head on Twilight's shoulder, and Twilight stroked her head affectionately, looking back at Ember. "What we did, it wasn't just - that, and it's over. Closeness is important afterwards, too. So that you feel... well, cared about. Won't you stay? The bed is big enough for all of us."

"You've never shared a bed with a dragon," Ember pointed out. Still, she hesitated, staring at the wall that concealed the secret passage. Her wings hitched up a little, and her tail flicked once. "That's something that you actually want?" she asked more slowly.

"Well - yes. What we did, it's not just... if there wasn't a connection, it wouldn't work. It's one of the most intimate things I can imagine doing. Of course I wouldn't do it with somepony I didn't like."

"You wouldn't chain up someone you didn't like, beat them with a stick and call them names," Ember replied wryly.

Twilight flushed, glancing at the crop lying on the bed. "...that's how it is," she agreed softly. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel like you can't leave. I'll open the door, now. But thank you, for staying. That was really special."

"It was something else," agreed Ember after a moment's pause. She looked awkward, turning back towards them, but holding herself in a slightly stiff pose. "Look... you don't have to open the door. If I'm trying to find out more about you, I'll find out more if I stay, right?"

"Of course you will." Twilight smiled, a rush of relief making her giddy. She really wasn't ready for this to be over, and it was so strange that it wasn't even up to her whether Ember stayed or left.

"She snores," Luna contributed calmly.

Twilight turned to stare at her with a look of disbelief. "Luna!"

"Is it not important that Ember knows everything before she decides? Twilight snores, and strikes me across the face with her wings when she rolls around. You would have to tolerate this." A smile touched her blue lips.

"I - I do not snore! Trixie! Do I snore?"

"The submissive and slutty Trixie has never heard you snore, Mistress!" replied Trixie loyally, lifting her head from Twilight's shoulder. Then she winced, and despite herself, leant forward to whisper into Twilight's ear, "Trixie is a lying liar who needs to have her ass smacked, Mistress!"

A crimson blush rose on Twilight's cheeks as she stared at Trixie, who was already guiltily shifting her weight from side to side to lessen the charm-inflicted itching and tingling.

"Indeed you do," confirmed Luna. Despite the lingering embarrassed flush of pink on her deep blue cheeks, her tone was gently playful. "So you see, Ember, these are the trials which you must overcome."

Ember looked at Luna for a moment, her red eyes searching the Princess's face. Then, subtly, her shoulders relaxed and her wings settled against her back. "Well, I was ready to take some risks when I came here."

With a small, grave smile, Luna mimed rolling over in her sleep and throwing out one arm, smacking someone across the face. "You may regret not bringing your armour."

"I guess I'll just push you in the way."

Twilight watched the exchange, open-mouthed and indignant. Clearly, she couldn't trust either of the royal sisters. This was - this was unfair!

"Mistress," Trixie whined in an undertone, pushing against her. "Will you please smack Trixie's ass? She was being good!"

"...yes! Yes, you were," Twilight admitted, reaching down to carefully swat Trixie's ass lightly. After an instant or two of further squirming, Twilight drew back her hand and gave a harder smack.

"Thank you, Mistress!" Trixie whispered, clinging to Twilight harder.

Ember took a deep breath and turned to Twilight and Trixie, nodding. "Alright. I'll stay. Like you said, all that was just for tonight, and it's still tonight, so... sure."

Wrapping an arm around Trixie's smooth back and stroking up and down, feeling the other mare's pale blue mane tickling pleasantly against the back of her hand, Twilight smiled at Ember. "I'm glad. We're not really finished. There's so much more to it than... well, having sex."

Ember gave Twilight a look of flat disbelief. "After all that, after everything I heard you say to these two, did you just start blushing just by saying 'having sex'?" The dragon turned an imploring look on Luna. "She's not for real, is she?"

"Completely and sincerely," Luna replied.

Well, if she wasn't blushing before, Twilight certainly was now. "I -it's different! When everyone's being intimate, it's - it's just different."

"For the sake of my scales. Luna, say 'fucking', will you?" Ember demanded.

"Fucking." Luna managed to invest the word with an odd dignity, as befitted a noble Princess stark naked in her Mistress's bedroom/sex dungeon.

Ember turned, and pointed a talon. "You, Trixie, let's hear it."

"The submissive and slutty Trixie is always ready for fucking, if her perfect, wonderful Mistress wants to fuck her brains out," Trixie replied proudly, nuzzling her head against Twilight's shoulder.

Arching a brow, Ember gave Twilight a sideways look. "Okay, your go. See if you can stop blushing first."

Sensing control of the moment slipping away from her, Twilight straightened her back and looked straight at Ember. Her voice clear, she replied firmly, "Fucking. If I was to use the word in a sentence, it would be, 'I caught Ember spying and gave her a good fucking'." Her lips curved into a smile and she shook her head. "I'm sorry. That makes it sound really one-sided, and like it was a punishment, and it wasn't, really. I'm really glad you decided to stay, and try this with me. With us. It was very special."

Ember gave Twilight a quizzical, amused look, putting her head on one side. "I really can't figure you out. I thought you ponies were all prudes, covering up all the time, afraid of being naked. But look at you. You are so much more exposed than if you weren't wearing anything."

Twilight grimly fought back the rising flush of embarrassment overtaking her. Okay, so now that Ember pointed it out, she was the only one left with any clothes on, and they were incredibly, obscenely revealing. "Well, I should - undress, if I'm getting into bed, anyway. Trixie, a little room, please."

Reluctantly, Trixie unwound herself from Twilight, her tail swishing with a flash of nervousness as she was fully exposed to Ember again. "Anything you say, Mistress. Gaze upon the magnificence that is Trixie's nakedness! Are you not blessed to witness the nudity of a pony such as she?" Planting a hand on the rise of her breast, she fanned her fingers apart to frame her nipple, then squeezed. "Are not her breasts perfectly shaped? Is not the curve of her ass divine?"

"No," replied Ember, grinning. "But they're not bad. Don't feel bad, you're not even my species."

"That didn't bother you when you were fingering yourself watching Trixie and her Mistress," Trixie retorted. "Weren't you too busy playing with your cunt to run away when Mistress caught you?"

This time it was Ember's turn to colour red across the cheeks. "Okay, look-"

"Ember." Twilight spoke calmly, in a tone of authority. "Come here, please."

Distracted, Ember turned to Twilight, and stepped closer. "Yeah? Oh. Uh, right. Still this evening. Yes, Twilight?" At the reminder that their game might not be entirely over, the dragon straightened her back, and focused on Twilight's face. A subtle tension entered her body once more, a readiness to move.

"Kneel down, Ember. I want you to remove my panties."

Nodding quickly, Ember paused, then crouched down in front of Twilight. The tiny thong was right before her eyes, the front of it split into two straps that framed the pony's glistening sex without concealing anything at all. Her voice dropped a little, lower and more husky. "Yes, Twilight." Sliding her hands up Twilight's thighs, over the fishnets, she carefully slid her fingers between the fabric and the domme's smooth skin. Little by little, she began tugging down Twilight's panties.

"But - the submissive slut Trixie should be the one to strip you," began Trixie, frowning in protest, before Luna's hand settled on her shoulder.

Drawing Trixie to face her, the Princess murmured softly, "Trust thy Mistress, Trixie. Our Mistress. She has good reasons for all that she does."

Oh, if only that were true... Twilight's hands tensed by her sides, and her eyelids fluttered as her panties were so delicately peeled off her. She could feel the warm breath of the other woman against her tender, tingling sex. Her voice slightly shivery, she breathed, "The fishnets, too."

"Yes, Twilight." Ember nodded once, then lowered her head, eyes narrowed in concentration upon her task as she eased down Twilight's left stocking. The claws that tipped her fingers scratched gently at the soft purple skin, and as she slid the top of the stocking down, she leaned closer to lick the cutie mark emblazoned across Twilight's thigh. "I guess this is cute," she murmured.

Shifting her balance, Twilight let Ember slide the high heel off her foot, then the stocking too, pleasantly distracted by the brush of the dragon's hot tongue on her skin. Placing her bare foot against the floor, she thrust out her other leg, in an unspoken instruction for Ember to finish the job. Luna and Trixie moved in either side of her, and after a glance from Luna for permission, they each slid the elbow-length gloves off her arms.

"Please, let Trixie help with your makeup," the showpony said softly, and without waiting for permission, her horn lit. An odd tingling touched Twilight's face, and a delicate haze drifted away, gathering into a small, reddish-brown cloud that Trixie floated into a tissue.

Instinctively, Twilight touched her lips, and felt the slight tackiness of her lipstick gone. "That's... a really useful spell, actually. I'd like you to teach me it."

With a beaming smile, Trixie nodded twice. "Of course! The Great and Powerful Trixie knows many intricate spells of great power. She would be glad to share her specialised knowledge with you. One day, you might be as good at stage magic as her. Maybe with a lot of work."

Twilight giggled, shaking her head. Stroking Ember's crest as the dragon looked up at her questioningly, she commanded softly, "Come and undo my bra. Then we can all get into bed together. It'll be nice."

Reaching up, Ember wrapped her arms around the pony's slim body, and unfastened the catch. Kissing the skin between Twilight's breasts where the intricate tracery of the rune tattoo patterned the skin, she let the bra fall into her hands, and laid it aside. "Didn't think you were the type for body art, either," Ember said as she gathered her legs under her and stood up. "But it's not just body art, right?"

"It's not," confessed Twilight. "It's kind of a long story." One she had no intention of telling. "But it's kind of pretty, now that I've got used to it a little bit."

Turning around, and finding that she put a little wriggle into the way her ass moved to swish her tail enticingly - being desired was really, really nice, it was a wonderful feeling - she climbed onto the bed and lay down in the centre. The sheets were cool and soft, and she wriggled happily as she made herself comfortable against the pillows. Smiling at the three of them, she said, "I think it's only fair that Ember gets to lay on one side of me, since she won't get to very often."

Which implied this would happen again, at least once.

"Trixie, you shall lay upon the other side of our Mistress," Luna declared, squeezing Trixie's shoulder.

Blinking, Trixie looked up at her. "You do not want to fight Trixie for the place beside Mistress? -a fight which, of course, the Great and Powerful Trixie would win!" she added quickly.

"I shall soon need to step outside, to raise the moon aloft. I will return, afterwards, but I would rather not disturb thee when I do so."

"...oh. Yes. That... makes sense." Trixie's smile was glassy. "You have to... the moon."

Disregarded by the two, Ember crawled onto the bed, settling next to Twilight. Glancing back at Luna, an odd, preoccupied look touched her face for a moment.

Twilight turned her hand upwards to squeeze Ember's fingers. Pitching her voice low, she murmured, "I couldn't quite believe it when I first lay with Luna. A pony that can raise and lower the moon, in bed with me."

"That's not something we tend to talk about. Dragons, I mean. I knew, but - it's different hearing her talk about it," Ember replied quietly. "So matter of fact, you know?" Belatedly, it seemed to occur to her that she was talking to another alicorn, and her lips pressed together, her jaw tightening slightly.

"I understand, I really do." Twilight squeezed Ember's fingers again, then turned her head to smile at Trixie as the showpony slid into the bed beside her. "Hey. Please make yourself comfortable."

"The adoring and worshipful Trixie is always comfortable in your presence, Mistress!" Grabbing Twilight's other arm, she pulled it against her chest and hugged it tightly.

Luna stepped up to the foot of the bed. Draping a delicate, midnight blue robe around her naked body, she regarded the three lying there with a small smile. "Mistress, I shall return anon, once the Moon is full, and I have satisfied myself that all is well in the realm of the dreamers this night. Ember, I hope to speak with you tomorrow. Trixie, it would be a favour to me if you would keep our Mistress warm in my absence."

"...well. Yes, of course, Trixie will do a wonderful job. She is the best slave, after all."

Tugging the blanket over the three of them, Twilight gazed at Luna with a warm smile. "Please don't take too long, Luna."

"I shall return as swiftly as my duty allows." Luna bowed deeply, and left the room. The door clicked softly shut behind her.

Twilight focused on the lamps, and one by one, a delicate sheen of magic flowed over each. The light began to dim - then flared and flickered as her erratic magic escaped at the edges of her control. Wincing, her cheeks hot with sudden embarrassment, Twilight glanced at Ember to see if she'd noticed. Obviously, she had.

"Trixie, could you turn down the lamps, please," Twilight managed in a level voice, resisting the urge to bury her head under the pillows.

"Of course, Mistress. Watch her delicate control as the subtle and refined Trixie effortlessly complies!"

"...thank you, Trixie."

Closing her eyes, Twilight sank back into the soft pillows, and through her eyelids, she sensed the light smoothly dimming to nothing. She concentrated on the feeling of the two very different bodies pressing up against her, her hand gently wandering down the curve of Ember's tail. It shifted gently under her hand, and Ember drew slightly closer, pulling the blanket more closely around them.

Twilight's thoughts drifted as she relaxed. She'd actually been caught, and instead of using the charm, she'd kept her head, and talked things out like a reasonable, non-tyrannical adult, and somehow ended up having sex with a dragon princess anyway. That was better. She absolutely, positively didn't regret not using the charm in any way. She could have sex with somepony without turning them into a blank-eyed puppet first, and this was the proof.

Sure, she still wanted to use the charm on her. But that wasn't the point.

Ember was probably still awake. Would she be used to a soft bed, or blankets? Dragons had to have some furniture, at least when they were younger, it wasn't like they all grew up in caves on piles of gold. Or, at least, that didn't sound very likely. That was something she could ask Ember tomorrow. There were so many things she wanted to ask Ember tomorrow.

In the dimness, Twilight listened to Ember's breathing, trying to work out whether she was still awake, or just staying still. Twilight was still trying to work out whether to say something or not when, in spite of her own expectations, she fell asleep.

Applejack looked around herself at a ring of determined faces, nodded, and adjusted the lie of her hat. "So we're agreed, then. Ah've been working mah butt off, getting ahead of work on the farm to make time for her, and Ah, for one, am pretty much done waiting for her to pull her head out of the clouds and get her stripy tail back here. No offence meant, Zecora."

"I take no offence, you have said nothing wrong. I, too, have been kept waiting far too long." Zecora spoke calmly, but Applejack was well aware that of all of them, she had been through the worst, left waiting and hoping for Twilight to remember their relationship for months. There was a certain intentness about the set of her expression.

"I don't believe she has been taking responsibility," added Rarity primly. "It is her doing that each of us have ended up in this highly unusual arrangement. If she doesn't give us sufficient attention, we should go and take it."

"You're right!" burst out Pinkie, folding her arms crossly. "She hasn't asked me to arrange a sex party for weeks. I'm going to take off my clothes and sit on her head."

Rainbow sniggered. "That'd get my attention. I still owe her a lightning bolt up the ass for turning me into a maid."

"Which you agreed to, and enjoyed, darling," Rarity contributed calmly.

A bright red blush instantly lit up Rainbow's cheeks, accompanied by an instinctive protest of, "Did not! I mean, I agreed to it, but she's good at talking you into things."

"You were squirming the entire time when you told us about it, we all noticed."

"You okay coming with us, Fluttershy?" Applejack broke in, before Rarity needled Rainbow any further. "I know you're missing her, but you've got all your animal friends to look after."

"Well... it is important to look after your friends and pets," said Fluttershy softly, looking down and to the side. "But that's why I need to make sure Twilight doesn't neglect her... puppy," she finished with a warm blush of her own.

"Raight. If she's not taking the initiative around here, we'll darn well go and do it for her." Applejack nodded decisively. "Tomorrow, we hit Canterlot."

Author's Notes:

For the next few days, every so often, Ember is going to stop as bits of this evening flash across her mind, and mutter, "What."

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Proof reading by Djmill