"Have you allowed Rainbow Dash to remember what you did to her?"

Twilight shook her head. "No, not this time. I told her about it. But I really like the feeling when you know that no pony will know what happened, other than you. So I want her to know that it will happen that way, sometimes."

"Do you intend to do the same to me, Empress?" Celestia raised her pale brows with polite interest.

"Of course. You did it to me, didn't you?"

"You remembered everything. You simply didn't notice that it was unusual."

"That was mean, you know."

"You have your desires, Empress, and I have mine."

The two of them sat out on the great sweep of Celestia's balcony, on delicately intricate chairs of white-painted wrought iron. A small table sat between them, a teapot and a pair of steaming cups resting atop it. In the distance, a fat orange-red sun sank slowly behind the hills.

Twilight sipped from her cup. Her white dress was pinned back into a presentable shape, one that at least approximated her figure. By contrast, Celestia's dress was comprised of lustrous grey silk, shimmering with subtle reflections as she moved, and fitted her curves perfectly. A slit down one thigh exposed a wedge of one sunburst.

"I'm worrying a little about Luna. And Spike. And Cadence's reaction, really. I haven't told my parents, either, and I don't know if Cadence told Shining Armor yet."

"Take your worries one at a time. What about Luna, Twilight?"

Looking out across the horizon, Twilight felt the rising evening breeze ruffle her feathers, spreading out her mane behind her. "I'm worried that she's only going to perform with you because she wants to prove that she's just as good a slave as you are. I kind of want to play with her charmed, too, and I'm not sure if asking her that will make her unhappy. She's been touched by your charm, then mine, then yours again. I can understand if she wouldn't want it again, even for fun."

"That may be how she feels, Twilight. Be patient with her, and gentle. I'd like her to serve you with me, but I want her to be happy most of all."

"Are you pretending to be happier than you are about anything, Celestia?" Twilight spoke with seeming casualness, despite the weight of the question. For a moment, she considered enforcing truthfulness, then let the thought go. If she used the charm every time she wanted to talk about feelings, she wouldn't deserve to be told the truth anyway.

Celestia paused, her cup halfway to her lips, and gazed towards the setting sun. After just long enough for Twilight to begin to worry, she answered, "No, Empress. I am full of joy that you ascended, and I'm more than willing to be your sex toy for as long as you want me to. I haven't had sex in a very long time. That's something I'm eager for you to change." She paused. "If I had won, I would have had your undivided attention. I would have liked that. But losing your ascension isn't a price worth paying for it."

"Does it bother you? That I have so many ponies that I want to be mine. Sometimes, I feel like I'm being really selfish. Sometimes, I want to just go out and charm so many more. Vinyl. Spitfire. Lightning Dust. Cheerilee. Misty Morning. Diorite. You're kind of responsible for a lot of those, you know."

"I know. You left off Nurse Redheart. Did she not appeal to you?"

A startlingly vivid image flashed before Twilight's eyes, the neat, disciplined nurse wearing an impossibly tight, low-cut white coat, one wine-coloured breast spilling free. Crimson lipstick tracing authoritative lips. Redheart's delicate, assured touch. A distinct flare of arousal rushed through Twilight's body, her chest momentarily feeling tight.

Celestia smiled to herself. "I see that she did."

"...mmh. She did. She's kind of on the list too. I just - if I listed everypony I really wanted to sleep with, I'd look like the worst pony that ever lived. It's just... ­knowing­ that I could have any of them. All of them. Make them into anything I want." Twilight's eyes squeezed closed. "That's why I need to keep hold of my self-control."

"Of course, if you'd lost, you wouldn't have to worry about such things," Celestia pointed out lightly. She brought her steaming cup to her lips, and drank. "If you had become my personal sex slave, as well as continuing your studies as my apprentice, I intended to motivate you in all sorts of new ways. For every test you passed, a new pony to play with. Guilt-free, consequence-free sex. There are questions of morals, but those questions would be mine to fret over. If you'd agreed to surrender when I asked, you would even have had all your closest friends as your personal toys as well. How pleasant that might have been."

Twilight's eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to persuade me to change my mind?"

"Of course not. You're having so much fun with your new status, I wouldn't dream of taking it away from you." Celestia's smile was serenity itself.

"You - you're taunting me," Twilight accused. "Every time I speak to you, it doesn't seem to matter what it's about, you still find a way to do it."

"Does your slave not please you, my Empress?" Spoken in Celestia's calm, soft tones, the words should have been submissive, yielding. Instead, some trick of her expression and intonation made them playfully insolent.

"Celestia," Twilight warned, putting down her teacup.

"Your slave is very sorry if you aren't totally satisfied with your control of her mind and body. If she doesn't please you, then maybe you need to do something about it." A definite smirk lurked at the corners of Celestia's smile.

Throwing up her hands, Twilight turned back to the railing. Celestia was impossible. Wonderful, and beautiful, and Twilight couldn't ignore the swell of desire and love for her mentor that made her one of the most precious ponies in all the world, but so infuriating! If she kept this up, maybe she'd have Celestia banish herself to the moon for a few days!

Then, as a slow smile spread itself across Twilight's lips, she thought of something better.

"Celestia? You're right. I do need to do something about you." Glancing over her shoulder, Twilight met her gaze, and declared firmly, "Obey your Empress."

Early morning sun filled Celestia's bedroom with golden light, pouring warmly over the gently rumpled sheets of her massive bed. A clear glass dome directly overhead framed pink clouds and the deepening blue sky between spidery struts of gold.

Twilight leant on one elbow, watching the divine pony sleep.

There was something deeply intimate about seeing Celestia so unguarded, her face relaxed. In some ways, she was more exposed than when she'd been nude and bound before Twilight and her harem. Celestia was naked now, too; Twilight had been delighted to discover her mentor slept in the nude, and had chosen to follow suit. Waking up to command the enthralled demigoddess to raise the sun (what) had made it harder for Twilight to go back to sleep, and so she'd been lying beside the warm shape of her enslaved Princess for a while.

It was easy to want the still, quiet morning to never end, but Celestia had slept long enough. It was time to let her wake up, and for the real fun to begin. Carefully gripping Celestia's shoulder, Twilight shook her gently, then let go.

A low mumble of protest escaped Celestia's lips, and then her eyes slowly slid open.

She went from prone to sitting upright in an instant, staring at the rising sun, before looking around the room with evident confusion for a moment. Her gaze passed over Twilight without pausing, without registering.

A little tingle of smug delight danced in Twilight's heart. Reaching out, she gently placed a finger over one of Celestia's pink nipples, and pushed it down. It popped up again as she released it, stiffening slightly, and still, Celestia didn't react.

The Princess of the Sun drummed her fingers on the bed as she gazed into the red-orange orb. Her voice low and matter-of-fact, she murmured, "I see. How considerate of you."

Pushing the sheet aside, Celestia rose to her feet. Her expansive breasts shifted with the movement, mane and tail billowing around her, broad white wings stretching out and folding neatly against her back.

For a moment, Twilight forgot about everything other than the sight of her. Celestia was glorious. Magnificently, incandescently beautiful. It was enough to throw humility into the heart of anypony.

"I know you're here, you know," Celestia remarked.

Twilight blinked, drawn from her rapt appreciation. Celestia couldn't know she was there. She hastily tugged herself free of the silky sheets, quelling her instinctive urge to hide, and naked, she slowly approached the Princess. Celestia's eyes looked anywhere but directly at her, sliding past without registering anything.

Her hand rising to cover her mouth, Twilight giggled. "Do you like things this way around, Celestia?" On a sudden impulse, she drew back her hand, and lightly slapped Celestia's face.

Even though her head was knocked to one side, Celestia didn't seem to notice. Straightening, she stared through Twilight again as she surveyed the room, then pressed her lips together and moved towards the wardrobe.

Twilight's lips curved into a wicked smile of anticipation as her divine slave opened the wardrobe's carved wooden door, and touched one of the elegant dresses within.

Immediately, to Celestia's visible shock, her hand pulled back by itself, and her mouth recited, "Horny fucktoys do not deserve clothes for normal ponies." The instant the compulsion released her voice, she looked around fruitlessly once more, and began firmly, "Twilight-"

The first word was as far as she got. Immediately, she interrupted herself again, announcing, "Fucktoys do not get to address their Empress by name. This is my only warning."

Twilight giggled aloud with delight. Celestia was incredible at always seeming calm and in control, but each new little surprise fractured her air of tranquillity a little more.

Celestia's lips pressed together, thinning slightly, and she reached out towards the dress again. Her hand stopped an inch from touching the fabric, as if it radiated a force field. "Hm," she murmured, glancing around the room again.

Stepping forward, Twilight raised her arms over her head, and began energetically waving them up and down. "I'm right here! Right here, Princess!" Her breasts bounced with each hop, almost unbalancing her, and Twilight's wings flared to help her stay up. "Oh, Princess," Twilight added, patting Celestia's ass patronisingly, "it's not your fault that you're not very observant."

Frowning in thought, Celestia picked up a poker from the fireplace, and bent down. Stretching out one arm beneath the hanging dresses, she reached up with the poker. Prodding the hanger, she watched the dress as it slid halfway off, then, with a second prod, slipped free entirely and landed in her hand.

With a murmur of satisfaction, Celestia stood up with the dress in hand. Then, with a look of visible surprise, she hung it back on the hangar, and declared, "I am not as clever as I think I am."

Before she had even finished speaking the imposed words, Celestia crossed her arms beneath her prodigious breasts in a show of restrained irritation. "I see. How very prepared of you."

"That's right, Princess. I am very prepared. I'm certainly prepared for what you always do when you're feeling stressed," Twilight told the unheeding pony.

Moving to the door, Celestia pressed one ear to it, then eased it open. No pony in sight, neither maid, nor guard. Padding naked into the next room, a small, intimate chamber, she headed directly for the large cabinet against the wall. Twilight followed a step behind her as Celestia exerted her magic to unlock the various wards, and slid the door panel back.

There should have been an old, well-loved kettle sat on the shelf, ready for the familiar ceremony of filling, heating and brewing, as it had been for countless years. Instead, a wide-bottomed black dildo sat prominently in its place.

Celestia picked it up, and without pausing, slid the tip into her mouth. Her full pink lips parted around it, stretching into a whorish 'O' as she pushed it deeper and deeper, before beginning to pump it back and forth. An abstract, faintly puzzled frown touched her face, as though distantly aware there was a wrong note with the scene, but unable to put a finger on it.

"Oh, gosh, that's so hot..." murmured Twilight reverentially. Unafraid of being caught, she strolled up to stand naked before Celestia, dark purple nipples jutting stiffly. Lazily letting the back of her hand slide across her own chest, breathing a little quicker, she leaned in to hear the soft, wet sounds of the dildo plunging in and out of her mentor's mouth. "You look so wonderfully slutty," she breathed, unable to look away. "Oh, Princess, I had no idea you could take such a big cock so deep into your mouth. You must have practised. But," and her voice became a little firmer as she spoke the keywords, "aren't you forgetting something?"

A look of realisation dawned on Celestia's face, and she slowly slid the dildo out of her mouth. "Tsh. I almost forgot the milk." Picking up a small jug sitting on the side, she nestled the dildo between her bare breasts and poured a thin stream of clear lubricating oil over it. Rolling the shaft to make sure it was thoroughly coated, Celestia put down the jug and crossed to the small table. Parting her thighs, she bent over it, ass in the air and heavy breasts mashed against the glass, and rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down her exposed cunt. With barely a moment's pause, she thrust the toy into herself.

"Mmmh!" moaned Celestia as the shaft filled her cunt, resting her cheek on the cool glass. "At least you've, mmmh, allowed me to enjoy my, hmmg, tea..."

"Oh, yes, Princess. I want you to enjoy your tea. I want you to show me just how happy it makes you," purred Twilight. Wrapping her hand around the flowing mass of Celestia's tail, she gripped tightly, then pulled firmly.

"Ahhhnnng!" gasped Celestia. "It's particularly, mmmhh, good this morning. Even if I do have to, hhnnn, drink it naked. Ahhh!"

"That's right, Princess. Fuck yourself. Fuck your royal cunt until you can barely stand," Twilight breathed. Bending down, she kissed the broad white curve of Celestia's ass, sliding her hand over the other quivering cheek. Her free hand rubbed slowly up and down her own pussy as she moaned, "Oh, Celestia, you taste so good. That's my good slave. You're doing so well. Oh, my stars, I want you so badly."

Circling the table, Twilight drank in the sight of the divine pony's breasts flattened against the glass, rigid nipples standing out pinkly against her white skin, and whimpered, "Oh, Princess. I wish I'd brought a camera. I'm going to have to do that next time. I want to capture this for ever. But that's okay. Here. Let me give you something nice for your mouth to do."

Bending over, Twilight sank into a crouch, her legs spread widely to give herself room to keep playing with her increasingly soaked cunt. Roughly rubbing her breasts up and down against Celestia's face, she finally took hold of one and guided her stiff nipple into Celestia's mouth. Without seeming to know what she was doing, the Princess began to suck, gently brushing the tender point with her warm tongue.

"Oh, fuck! That feels so nice! You, hmm, you have no idea that you're fucking your perfect pussy over a table, and sucking my tits, and it's so good, feels so good to control your mind and make you my fucktoy, and oh, oh fuck, that's nice, my fingers in my cunt feel so good, you're doing so well."

"Mmmmgh!" moaned Celestia into Twilight's breast, her pink eyes glazed with lust, staring off to one side as her mind refused to let her register what was happening. The table rocked under her, a sheen of perspiration on her white skin as she fucked herself with unrestrained urgency. Her breathing quick, her legs shivering, it was obvious that she was getting close to her orgasm. Sharp little gasps forced their way out of her, getting closer and closer together.

Regretfully, Twilight pulled away from Celestia's mouth, and stood back. She wanted a perfect view of Celestia's face. Her fingers slid in and out of her flushed pussy, and her free hand replaced the other mare's mouth, tweaking and twisting her nipple. "Come on, you're nearly there, you can do it..." she coaxed huskily, her body livid with arousal and electric anticipation.

Celestia slammed the shaft into herself roughly, her full ass bucking against the air. "This is - so good today," she panted. A shuddering moan filled the air as she rose to the very edge of her release. And, in that moment, triggered by her imminent release, a buried command activated.

As Twilight stared with hungry, cruel delight, an abrupt flare of realisation lit Celestia's eyes.

"-what? What am I - oooohh! Ohhmmgghh!" Obeying her orders to the letter, the Princess realised what she was doing exactly too late to stop the orgasm breaking over her like a tidal wave. She cried out into the smeared glass, grinding her stiff nipples beneath her, too enthralled by lust to stop fucking herself through the long moment of her noisy release. Only as the last wracking shivers ran their course did her hand drop from the sex toy buried in her cunt, and she spoke with a trace of hoarseness.

"I'm becoming impressed. I see that you've had me show you some of the items in my collection. How thoughtful of you to pick one of my favourites. I'm sure my kettle is somewhere safe." Celestia planted a hand on the table, and began to push herself upright.

On a sudden impulse, Twilight firmly shoved her back down again, pinning her to the table with gentle pressure on her back. Celestia didn't react, seeming to not have noticed that she'd stopped moving. "You have no idea what's happening to you, Princess. I could do some very terrible things. You're a bad Princess, tempting me like this. What would Cadence say?"

Gripping the dildo, Twilight drew it halfway out, then idly slid it back and forth a little, fascinated by watching it disappear into the divine pony she respected more than anyone in the world. The room swayed dizzily around her, the young alicorn drunk with giddy delight, and barely able to believe the power she now held. A loud crack rang out as her hand struck Celestia's ass, and still, Celestia remained motionless where she lay, staring around the room fruitlessly for some evidence Twilight was there.

"You're so much fun. I should do this every day." Sighing happily, Twilight stepped back, taking her hand from Celestia's back.

Freed of the pressure that she couldn't consciously register was there, the divine pony slowly rose to her feet, easing the dildo out of herself. "Hff! You aren't going to make me clean this with my mouth? Really, Twilight, I'm surprised at you." Without pause, she continued, "Unworthy slut was warned about speaking her Empress's name, and now she is punished." An unmistakable look of shock flashed across Celestia's face as she carried on talking, looking around as if the words could be coming from somewhere other than her own mouth.

"Unworthy slut sees you've embraced your role as Empress-" Celestia began, then paused. "Unworthy slut's name is unworthy slut. Unworthy slut. Unworthy slut. Unworthy slut!"

Twilight broke into helpless laughter. "I'm sorry, Princess, I didn't quite hear that. Would you like to say that again?"

"Unworthy slut-" Celestia began again, then cut herself off and narrowed her eyes. After an instant's thought, she spoke more slowly. "Hopefully, you're enjoying this, Empress. What other surprises might lie in store?"

Well, seeing as she had asked. Skipping over to the outer chamber door, Twilight softly knocked on it twice. Barely had she stepped back when the double doors rang with the sound of harder, more authoritative knocking.

A familiar female voice rang out. "Princess Celestia, divinity! I am entering with your breakfast!"

The look of alarm that flashed over Celestia's face was priceless. Raising her voice, she began firmly, "Wait where you stand. Unworthy sl-mfff!" Clamping her hand over her own mouth, Celestia hesitated a moment, before nodding. "Enter in one minute. Leave the tray in this room, then return to your post."

Celestia did learn fast. Twilight mentally awarded her a point, crossing over to the doorway to Celestia's bedroom. As the divine pony glanced back at the outer chamber door, Twilight pulled the inner door closed, and held the handle still. What a simply fascinating experiment; would the Princess be able to force the door open without registering the presence of another, or be unable to disturb Twilight's hand?

Crossing hurriedly to the bedchamber door, only the tiniest flicker of reaction touched Celestia's face as she took in the fact that it was suddenly and mysteriously shut. Her hand closed awkwardly around the handle, avoiding Twilight's grip, and tried to push it down with surprising force.

"Oh, no, I don't think so, Princess. You have to stay for breakfast!" Twilight panted in a breathy giggle, shoving upwards with both hands.

"Empress," Celestia protested through her nearly-closed lips as she struggled with the door.

The outer door rattled, and began to open. Celestia's pink eyes widened, and she threw herself behind a low red couch, crouching as low to the ground as possible. Peering out, a distinct look of panic flashed across her face and a golden glow of magic coated the dildo still sitting on the table. The sex toy shot across the room as though fired from a cannon, landing in Celestia's hand. She ducked her head, trying to peer under the couch's legs to catch a glimpse of the pony entering.

Dropping naked onto the couch, Twilight waved lazily as the door opened fully, admitting an armoured unicorn. She was blue, curvy, clad in the armour of one of Celestia's guards. As far as the mesmerised pony was concerned, she was one of Celestia's guards, and always had been. Grinning widely, Twilight called out, "Hi, Trixie!"

Oblivious to the unheard greeting, Trixie marched into the room and neatly laid down a silver tray on the glass table, frowning slightly at the smeared marks left by Celestia's soft body. Looking around the room with a faint frown, Trixie called, "Princess? I've left your breakfast as you asked. Was there anything else you wanted?"

Celestia crouched lower. No sign of recognition touched her face as she carefully peered around the furniture to take in the brainwashed pseudo-guard.

"She wants you to go away, Trixie. But she can't tell you that while she's hiding behind this couch. Let's make this a little more fun. Trixie, command: get a bit suspicious."

A frown touched Trixie's face. "...Princess? Are you alright?" Her hand moved to her belt, gripping the golden rod on her hip. It was a very natural reaction for a guard, and one that made Twilight nod approvingly.

"You have a very good imagination, Trixie. So, Princess. What are you going to do now? This isn't a big room, and she's going to spot you eventually." Half turning, Twilight reached over the back of the couch and patted Celestia's head with playfully patronising care.

"Princess...?" Trixie asked, a warning note of growing alarm in her voice. Moving to the bedroom door, she added, "I'm sorry, your Highness, but I must check you're alright." Pausing a second longer for a response, and hearing nothing, she turned the handle, and pushed the door open.

A small choke of indignation came from behind the couch. Twilight could just about hear Celestia mutter under her breath, "Empress, unworthy slut truly appreciates all the little touches you're putting into this."

"I love you too, Princess. Oh dear, Trixie, there's no one in the bedroom! What now? Do you think it's time to call for some more guards?"

The armoured pony stood in the doorway indecisively, then nodded. "Okay, that's enough." She took a deep breath, cupping her hands around her mouth.

"Be quiet!" hissed Celestia loudly, abandoning stealth.

Trixie spun towards the couch, her eyes sliding off to one side as they avoided focusing on Twilight's naked body. "Princess! Is that you? What's going on, should I call the guard?"

"Stay where you are."

Trixie slammed to a halt immediately, angling her head awkwardly to try to peer under the couch.

"Unwor-mmmf, mmhhf! -stand up straight and stop trying to do that. You are dismissed."

"...Princess, are you hiding behind a piece of furniture from me? Is something wrong? I really feel I should make sure you're okay," Trixie said with awkward formality.

"Un-mmmff mmmfff - everything is fine. Please leave, and do not discuss this with anypony."

Twilight giggled aloud. "Oh dear, Princess. I'm docking your point for trying to say 'I' twice. You really should have learned by now."

"...yes, Princess." Trixie bowed formally to the couch, provoking another explosion of laughter from Twilight, then slipped out of the outer chamber door. The door shut behind her with a soft click.

Celestia rose from her entirely inadequate hiding place, dildo in hand, and walked over to her bedroom door. It opened and closed easily under her hand. Celestia's nose twitched with annoyance, and she threw the dildo through the door before shutting it firmly. Sitting herself down at her small table, she picked apart her salad with her fingers, before she spoke again.

"You know, Empress, if unworthy slut was playing this game, unworthy slut would be lying across the very couch her plaything had been hiding behind, enjoying the show." In a lightning movement of her hand, she seized the pitcher of ice-water on her tray, and tossed the contents over the crimson couch.

"Aaaiiiieee!" screeched Twilight as the freezing water cascaded over her naked body, ice cubes bouncing off her bare skin. Panting for breath, she hugged herself, shivering violently, rigid with shock.

Celestia gave the couch a level look, then added, "If you are here, Empress, the least you could do is fetch unworthy slut another drink. You did make unworthy slut waste the last one."

Struggling off the couch, Twilight flapped her wet wings, speechless with indignation. "You - you're the worst!" she spluttered, at a loss for a stronger condemnation. Celestia calmly began eating her salad, humming a pleasant little tune beneath her breath that could only be designed to annoy, and Twilight stared at the tranquil little smile on the Princess's lips for a moment before crossing to the table in three quick strides.

"Command: take everything off the tray, and give it to me," she demanded.

Without seeming to notice she was doing it, Celestia picked up her bowl, and the smaller one beside it, setting them down on the table itself. Sliding the tray out, she laid it in Twilight's hands without looking up, still eating with her other hand.

Twilight swished it through the air, testing the heft of it, and nodded with satisfaction. "Celestia, command: stand up, and bend over while you eat. Thrust your ass out."

Celestia's chair slid back as she stood up, without looking up from her bowl of salad. With her legs straight, she bent slowly forward, heavy breasts dangling beneath her, rounded ass on full display. Her gossamer tail billowed, hiding and revealing the valley of her ass and the hint of her bared pussy gleaming between her legs.

Twilight circled the naked alicorn, her annoyance cooling as she drank in the incredible sight of Celestia presenting her ass and pussy for abuse, without the slightest idea she was doing so. Gathering the flowing tail up in one hand, Twilight smoothed the silver tray across her ass cheeks, saying with more composure, "That was very naughty, Princess. Now I'm going to have to punish you for your impertinence. Command: on your tiptoes."

Watching hungrily as the Princess pushed her ass higher, Twilight purred, "Mmm. That's it. I'd tell you to brace yourself, but you wouldn't hear me anyway, would you? Never mind, Celestia. Let me give you a message in a way you'll really appreciate."

The tray descended, striking Celestia's vulnerable ass with a flat thwack that rang dully. The Princess gasped, momentarily losing the thread of the irritating little tune she was humming, before resuming it as if nothing had happened. Her milk-white skin immediately began to redden in a long rectangle.

"Mmm. Beautiful." Gripping Celestia's tail, Twilight tugged on it firmly, just to hear another unconscious whimper. "Just as I thought. If you're not allowed to register I'm here, you can't tell your ass suddenly hurts either. Not consciously, anyway. ...let's fix that. Celestia, command: on the fifth blow, you're going to realise the position you're in, and feel all the sensations of the spanking I've just given you, okay? You've had one so far. Now, let's count."

The tray thwacked into Celestia's glorious ass, causing seismic ripples through the tender flesh. "Two. You have the most perfect ass for punishment, Princess. You go pink so easily, and the way you quiver... I think I want to see that again."

"Mmmhff!" Celestia groaned, her head snapping back as the tray impacted her for the third time, before leaning forward again to take another bite of salad. Her hand shook as her body absorbed another blow, jostling a slice of tomato free, and she bent lower to pick it up from the table.

It was hard to know whether to stare at Celestia's swaying tits, or reddened, thrust-out ass. Twilight paused, drinking in her body, before finally breathing, "I am the luckiest pony in all Equestria. Are you ready to appreciate your punishment, Celestia? No? That's a terrible shame, but you understand - I have to maintain discipline. This is for your own good." Flipping the tray over to expose a clean expanse of shining silver metal, Twilight raised the tray, savouring the moment, then brought it down hard.

"Aaaahhh!" yelped Celestia, her whole body jerking forward. The bowl of salad thudded to the floor, scattering green leaves everywhere, and the table rocked dangerously under her before she recovered her balance. Reaching back slowly, Celestia rubbed her stinging ass, then carefully straightened up and stood upright. Her pink nipples stood out stiffly, and her breasts heaved with her suddenly panting breath. Wetness gleamed between her soft thighs as she breathed, "You spanked unworthy slut."

Oh, sweet Celestia, that body! Seizing hold of one of the Princess's full, white breasts and squeezing roughly, Twilight panted, "Yes, I did. I bent you over and treated you like a naughty filly. Are you going to behave now, unworthy slut?"

Gazing to the left of Twilight's head, Celestia slowly smiled. "Judging by the way unworthy slut's ass is tingling, you were quite cross. So unworthy slut did catch you with the ice water. Really, Empress. You should try harder to be less predictable. Never mind. Unworthy slut is certain that you'll dry off soon enough, and no pony saw your mistake. You'll do better in future."

Twilight became aware that her mouth was hanging open, and closed it. Celestia was naked, her ass was bright red, and she was completely under Twilight's control. Twilight held every last card, and Celestia was her helpless plaything. She wasn't allowed to be smug! Pointing an accusatory finger at Celestia's face, Twilight opened her mouth to pour out her indignation, then paused, took a deep breath, and lowered her hand.

"You're very clever, Celestia. I'm very interested to see how you deal with your next challenge," Twilight told her in more measured tones. Hefting the Princess's breast, she flicked the rigid nipple firmly with her index finger, then let go. "So. A guard is standing outside your door. You're naked. The longer you talk to your ponies, the more likely 'unworthy slut' is to make an appearance, and if you try the public corridors, somepony is going to see you. So what are you going to do? Command: feel what I just did to your nipple."

"Mhff!" Celestia's hand shot up to cover her left breast, pressing against her soft skin. Glancing around, her pink eyes flickering past Twilight without registering her, she murmured with a smile, "You don't have to become tetchy, Empress."

"You are the most annoying pony in all the world, Celestia. Do you know that?" Crossing her arms beneath her breasts, Twilight stepped to one side. "But I'm still the one having fun. Your move, Princess."

Absently rubbing a hand over her chest, Celestia looked around the room for a moment or two longer, before addressing the air. "Are you going to keep unworthy slut here much longer, Empress? There's so much for you to do to prepare for your coronation." Crossing to a book-laden shelf, Celestia selected one, and settled into a chair. "Unworthy slut, on the other hand, is happy not to have to carry out any royal duties for today. No doubt you will have taken care of it."

"Oh really? That's your plan. Well, Princess, let's see what I can do to make you less comfortable." Twilight strolled across the room to the outer doors, and pulled one inwards slightly. Leaving it ajar, she called softly through the gap, "Command: scene two."

The click of high heels sounded outside the door.

Celestia's eyes flicked towards the doorway, her body jerking upright as she saw the doors were ajar. Before she had time to do more than that, the door was pushed open.

Rainbow Dash walked in. But not Rainbow as Twilight had ever seen her before. This Rainbow tottered on black high heels, fishnet stockings leading the eye up her lean legs to the tiny frilly black skirt she wore. A white apron lay over a close-fitting black blouse, with short, puffy sleeves. Her arms were encased in white, elbow length gloves, and she held a long-handled feather duster in one hand. A small black cap sat atop her neatly combed mane, completing the look.

Her eyes widened as she caught sight of Celestia, who froze in turn. Rainbow's lips parted, and she gasped in a thick imitation of a Prench accent, "Why - Princess! Whatever are you doing naked here? I am so sorry. I will go."

"You should stay," said Celestia quickly, holding the book in front of her bare sex. An instant later, a look of abject confusion crossed her face.

Rainbow hesitated. "Princess, should I not return later? You are clearly - busy."

Nodding her agreement, Celestia replied, "You are here to punish this unworthy slut." Her hand clapped over her own mouth, and she looked around, slightly wild-eyed.

Twilight giggled aloud. "You haven't figured it out yet? Every time you try to talk, you're only going to make things worse. You don't want this strange maid, who you vaguely recognise but don't remember, to see what a total disgrace you are."

"I - what? Princess, I - is this a command?"

"Yes, it is. Unworthy slut orders you to smack unworthy slut's fat tits, and- mmmmh, mhhhm, mmggh." Celestia tried to stop the words coming out, holding on until her mouth stopped moving. Finally, with all the dignity she could salvage, Celestia lowered her hand to her lap.

"Command: resume."

"-smack unworthy slut's fat tits, and fuck unworthy slut's wet pussy with your duster," Celestia finished, before she could stop herself. A deep pink blush coloured her cheeks, and she stared at Rainbow.

Twilight strolled around Rainbow, reaching under her skirt to grab a handful of her ass. "Mm! You're so toned, Rainbow, it's obvious you train hard. I really need to compliment you when you're in your own mind. Though maybe I should let you spend a little time as a cute maid with me. You could be one of a whole maid harem, how about that?" Twilight's gaze flicked back to Celestia's face, and she grinned to herself. "Well, Princess, you really ought to have had your bright idea by now. If everything you say turns out backwards, you should say the opposite of what you mean. Right?"

"Unworthy slut would very much like it if you stayed here, punished unworthy slut's depraved body roughly, then told everypony," Celestia tried.

"Oh dear, that didn't work either. I did tell you that every time you opened your mouth, it would get worse. It's not my fault that you didn't listen." Twilight paused. As pedantic as she was, she couldn't really let that slide, and corrected herself, "Well, it is my fault that you're not listening to me, actually. Never mind. That's enough hesitation, too. Rainbow, command: you can accept her offer, now."

"Ah. Well - if that is your sincere command, my Princess..." Rainbow's accented voice trailed off, and she stepped closer. Reaching out hesitantly, she let the back of her gloved hand trail down the side of Celestia's chest.

Celestia froze in place, catching a corner of her soft lip between her teeth. Her pupils widened as Rainbow's fingers curled around one stiff nipple, and tugged gently.

In a preoccupied voice, Rainbow murmured, "You're very warm, my Princess. I cannot say I have not wondered what it might be like to be touch you. Though..." She hesitated, and looked up into Celestia's face. Her chest began to rise and fall more quickly beneath her formal black blouse as she tried to hold the Princess's gaze. "You speak disgracefully, my Princess."

Nodding mutely, a growing flush of arousal on her cheeks, Celestia released a soft groan of agreement.

"I had always pictured that you would be stern and commanding, or... or seductive, but you have thrown yourself at my mercy, have you not, Princess? My mercy, the mercy of a mere maid in your service." Rainbow paused, then added in a voice that twanged with nerves at her own daring, "But then, a maid is still superior to an unworthy slut, is she not?"

Celestia's eyelids flickered, and a hot pant escaping her parted lips. "...much better than unworthy slut," she replied softly. Her growing arousal and surrender to the situation was plain in her body language; the book slipped from her fingers, and her legs spread wide to expose her bare, glistening pussy.

"That's it, Princess," whispered Twilight. "You know that you have no choice. You know I've made all of this happen to you. Now you're going to get punished. A maid that you don't know is going to beat you, and you're going to be her whore in heat." The glow of Twilight's magic spread smoothly over a small chair, and it levitated over to settle to the ground behind her. Twilight sank back into it without even looking around, her fingers working up and down her soaked pussy with eager abandon.

Rainbow's slim fingers curled under Celestia's full breast, lifting it, weighing her in her palm. "Was I mistaken? I had thought that I saw a Princess when I came in. If you are not a Princess, I am happy to be corrected."

"...there isn't a Princess here," Celestia murmured, her gaze sliding to one side.

"Then what there is, is somepony else, masquerading as a Princess. Is that not so?" Slowly growing confidence underlay Rainbow's voice, and she squeezed, digging her fingers into Celestia's soft chest.

"Mmmhh...! Unworthy slut is the only pony here," Celestia agreed breathily, her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with desire. The delicate scent of her arousal floated around her, chest rising and falling with her sharp, quick breaths.

"Not the only pony here. Do you not count me? Do I matter so little?"

"Not at all! Unworthy slut cares very much for all the ponies that work in the castle-"

"Do you remember my name, unworthy pony?" Rainbow interrupted.

Celestia's eyes widened, and for just an instant, Twilight saw a moment of unadulterated panic there. "Unworthy slut... your name is..."

"You have no idea!" Rainbow drew back her hand, and smacked Celestia's white breast firmly, the crack of skin on skin loud. Sudden silence followed, and a look of total panic flashed onto Rainbow's face. "Ah- Princess, I am so sorry, I was carried away, I hope that you-"

"Unworthy slut deserves to be beaten! Punish unworthy slut's tits!" Celestia dropped to her knees in front of Rainbow, panting raggedly. Her hands swept under her chest, lifting and presenting her breasts to the maid standing over her.

"Sweet divinity..." breathed Rainbow, before a wild look entered her eyes. She began roughly smacking Celestia's breasts, artlessly rough, handprints overlapping each other. She rapidly began to pant aloud with the exertion, small whimpers escaping her lips. "You are a total and utter disgrace! Is that what you need to hear? A Princess should be pure, above reproach, and instead I find that I am in the employ of a most craven, slutty pony who cares only for the pleasure of her wet pussy!"

Twilight's fingers stilled for a moment, a flash of concern briefly overtaking the fiery lust smouldering in her bared cunt. If Celestia took Rainbow's rebuke the wrong way, if it reminded her too sharply of the expectations on her, Twilight might have to shut down the scene quickly.

Celestia didn't hesitate. "Yes, yes, punish unworthy slut, unworthy slut is naked, and horny, and deserves this..." she panted, shivering with the electric arousal crackling through her.

"Turn around, you total and utter disgrace! If I am to soil my perfect duster with your juices, I shall at least do it properly." Rainbow's voice cracked with mingled nervousness and desperate lust, and one hand slid under her frilly skirt to roughly rub up and down her panties. Suddenly impatient with her elbow-length gloves, she nipped the top of each with her teeth, one after the other, and pulled her hands free.

Wide eyed, Celestia gazed up at Rainbow, blocked from recognising her, and seeing only one of her faithful maids, now standing in judgement over her. For a long moment, she stayed where she sat, quivering slightly, before the last of her resistance collapsed all at once. Dropping onto her hands and knees, she spun around and thrust her ass into the air, reaching back to grab her flowing tail and pull it aside. "Look at unworthy slut's bare ass," she groaned, "see how wet unworthy slut is."

"Why - Princess! You are so pink... are these spank marks?" Rainbow was shocked from her almost obsessive appreciation of Celestia's nudity, tracing the overlapping traces of the impact marks with a fingertip, before a hard look entered her eyes. "You utter disgrace! I am not even the first to punish your fat ass today? How many of your maids have had their way with you? How many guards have fucked your pussy, rammed their cocks into your mouth and sprayed their cum across your ass, Princess? You are truly the whore of Canterlot!"

"That's... completely true, unworthy slut is used over and over, punished, filled with stallion cocks and big, thick strap ons, unworthy slut is such a fucking disgrace, do anything you want!"

"Mmmhhff!" Twilight bucked roughly against her frantically moving fingers as she saw the look on Celestia's face, a glazed look of molten arousal and helpless realisation. "You tried to tell her that wasn't true? Oh, Princess. Minus another point. Minus ten. You're failing. And because you're failing, because you can't control your slutty pussy, you're going to get fucked now."

Tugging the duster from her uniform, Rainbow flourished it, then reversed it, gripping the shaft near the point where the feathers sprouted forth. The smooth tip of the black wooden handle traced up Celestia's inner thighs, then settled against her glistening cunt. "You don't deserve to be fucked by me, whore Princess. But as you have been fucked by everypony else, it would be a waste to ignore your wet hole."

Grinding her massive breasts against the rugs beneath her, Celestia bucked her hips jerkily, begging in an urgent whine, "Fuck unworthy slut's hole, do it, fill unworthy slut with your shaft, please, please do it now!"

Rainbow's small chest rose and fell rapidly as she stood frozen, her eyes screwed shut and her nipples jutting rigidly against her black blouse, before she finally gave a shaky little nod. "Yes," she whispered to herself, "I will." The tip of her duster handle glistened as she rubbed it firmly against Celestia's wet pussy, then slid into the divine pony without resistance.

Twilight's ragged gasp drowned out Celestia's moan. "Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, I can't believe what I'm doing to you, I can't - I can't cum yet, I have to - have to wait. We're not done, oh Princess, we're not done, I can't yet..." Wrenching her hands away from her body with a supreme effort of will, her hips bucked desperately against nothing, thighs grinding together. Her fingers dug into the arms of the chair as she held on, barely managing to stamp down the orgasm that threatened to break over her like a tidal wave.

If she came too soon, she knew, she'd start worrying about whether she was going too far, feeling guilty, maybe even call the whole thing off early. That was not going to happen. "You've done nothing but dare me to really show you what I'm capable of, Princess. Now you're naked on the floor, ass in the air and a duster handle jammed up your cunt, begging a stranger you don't even know to fuck your brains out." Eyes wild, rocking her hips in an urge she couldn't quell, Twilight panted, "I win. I'm not even done yet, and I win."

"Fuck unworthy slut's cunt harder! Unworthy slut needs to be punished!" Celestia moaned deliriously, writhing against the floor. Her slim, elegant fingers clawed roughly at the rug, her body shaking and coated in sweat. Beads of wetness rolled down her quivering thighs, mane and tail billowing to one side.

"Yes! You must be punished hard, unworthy whore Princess! You have made me think that you were better than me for all this time, and you were a total and complete slut all along! For years I have cleaned up for you, tidied your things, mopped your floors, and you have been lounging around in bed having your guards take turns fucking your fat ass. You are a disgrace! Are you not ashamed? Tell me!" Rainbow Dash's pseudo-Prench accent grew thicker with each word as she clawed at her maid's outfit with her free hand, tugging down her skirt and frantically fingering her pussy. The silk panties stretched over her fingers, soaked and translucent.

"Y-yes, yes, unworthy slut is so ashamed, so ashamed of what a horny bitch unworthy slut has become, her shame is - is dripping down her thighs, and covering your duster, and-" Celestia broke off, her eyes rolling up as a violent shudder ran through her. A throaty howl of pleasure broke from her full lips, ebbing and rising with her heaving breaths. Rainbow's shuddering cry joined Celestia's as the pegasus was triggered into her own orgasm by the sight, losing her grip on the duster and grabbing a handful of the Princess's soft ass to stay upright.

It was all Twilight could do not to cum with the two of them, her nails digging into the chair as she clung on. "So close, so close, so close," she hissed, rocking back and forth. Her nipples stood out stiffly, aching to be touched, but even that much stimulation might send her over the edge. Sweat matted her mane to her forehead.

Rainbow shakily took a step back from Celestia, tugging her rumpled skirt straight. Her pink eyes wide, she looked at the Princess's slumped body with a nervous disbelief, and croaked, "Ah, Princess? Are you alright?"

"Mmmhh," groaned Celestia from the floor, her breath catching as she tried to sit up and the duster shifted within her. "Yes, unworthy slut is... yes. Fine. You can... take your duster, now."

"Ah - yes, Princess. Of course." Rainbow carefully took hold of the feathery end of the duster and pulled gently, provoking a fresh groan from Celestia as the dripping shaft slid free. Rainbow held it by the feathers, not seeming to quite know what to do with it.

Swallowing, Twilight let go of the chair arms, taking deep, calming breaths. "Rainbow," she said in a hoarse voice, "command. Offer to keep this a secret."

As Celestia sat back on her heels and tried to gather some semblance of dignity, Rainbow circled around to stand in front of her, eyes on the floor. "Um. Princess? As I have not heard that you are one to indulge in these activities, I must ask - would you prefer that I keep this a secret?"

Celestia's mouth opened, then she hesitated, and closed it again. Looking up into Rainbow's eyes, she carefully nodded.

"Ah. Yes. Then I will not breathe a word of this. I apologise if I have been too forward."

Shaking her head, Celestia pushed herself to her feet, rising to tower over the smaller mare. Her hand smoothed over Rainbow's cheek, and she smiled approvingly at her.

Looking slightly reassured, Rainbow curtseyed deeply. "Am I dismissed from your presence, my Princess?" At Celestia's nod, she backed towards the doors. Still, as she turned to leave, she paused, and spoke without turning around. "My Princess? Your Empress wishes you to know that you will see her in her chambers. Excuse me."

The door shut behind her.

For a moment, Celestia gazed after the vanished maid, her cheeks flushed pink, before she turned to glance around the room. One hand rose to settle on the curve of her breast, and squeezed. "Are you enjoying your unworthy slut's humiliation, Empress? Unworthy slut wonders if that's all you had to offer. It would be a shame if you'd run out of imagination now. Though you were kind enough to leave unworthy slut an invitation."

Moving back into the bedroom, Celestia reached up, and touched a few seemingly random spots high on one pillar. A narrow section of the wall pulled back, and slid aside. The Princess vanished into it without hesitation.

Darting over to the double doors, Twilight pushed them open an inch and called, "Command: go to scene four!" before pelting back into the bedroom just in time to dive into the secret passageway before it closed.

Twilight rubbed one breast absently as she set off down the narrow passageway, muttering, "Ow. Running naked with these things is harder than I remember." Celestia hadn't gotten far, walking slowly with a subtly cautious air. Twilight padded barefoot after her, one naked alicorn following on the heels of the other, as they crept through the dimly lit corridor.

"I am giving you a chance, you know," Twilight remarked conversationally to Celestia's back. Reaching out, she idly caressed the other pony's snow white wings, gently ruffling the feathers with her fingertips. "All you have to do is take a different route, take one of these side passages, and figure out a different way to get to my room. But I don't think you're going to. I think you're going to walk right past that corridor - like that - and that staircase - like that - and that means you get to play another game."

The corridor took a sharp turn to the left, curving with the outer castle wall. Celestia rounded the corner with brisk steps, then stopped cold. A depraved mockery of a maids outfit hung from a hook in the corridor ceiling. The lace-edged skirt was so short that the slightest movement would reveal the ass or pussy of the one wearing it. The top was as tight as a corset around the waist, and where the bodice should be were merely two tall triangles of lace edging, designed to let her heavy tits fall free through them. A neat little apron was tied around the waist, and a small maid's hat sat loosely atop the collar. The entire outfit was lavishly servile, designed to show off the wearer as a submissive sex object. Glistening black high heels sat on the ground beneath it, a pair of fishnet stockings neatly bundled atop them.

"...really," Celestia murmured. She stared at the outfit, with something like hunger in her eyes. Her breathing quickened. Her hand hesitated, then caressed the line of lace along the edge of the corset. "This is clothing I am allowed to touch, it seems. That is... very pretty, Empress."

Naturally, Celestia would think so. It belonged to her, even if she couldn't remember that right now. As part of the preparations, Twilight had told her to go and fetch a humiliating outfit to wear, and the Princess had been very cooperative. It was going to be quite exciting to find out what other outfits the Princess owned.

Reaching up to the hook, Celestia carefully lifted the dress free, cradling it in her arms. Behind it, pinned to the wall, was a square piece of parchment that read simply, 'Maids only beyond this point'.

"It appears that unworthy slut has no choice," Celestia said with calm composure. Cradling the dress against her nude body with one arm, she picked up the fishnet tights. Bending forward, she worked one foot into them, her generous ass jutting out towards her unseen Mistress, and quivering gently with her movements.

"Oh, Celestia. That's just not fair," breathed Twilight. Drawn forward a few steps almost without realising, she couldn't resist smoothing her hands over those soft cheeks, gently squeezing and kneading their broad curves. A firm slap cracked against Celestia's skin, reddening a fading handprint. "You make me so horny, oh my gosh..."

Celestia murmured a low sound without realising, fully occupied working the tights up her legs without tearing them. At the top, the netting parted front and back, mimicking a thong. A single black strap sank into the valley of her ass, lending definition to it, and at the front, a slit bared the subtly pink lips of her pussy. Sliding the skirt up her thighs into place immediately revealed how totally inadequate it was on her body, doing more to present and accentuate than to cover.

Her breathing heavy and rapid, Celestia tucked the cap into her waistband and pulled the top over her head, adjusting her heavy breasts to fall loose through each triangle of lace. Reaching behind herself, she pulled firmly on the ribbons, tightening the corset around her stomach and unnecessarily forcing her chest even further out. Bending again, she flashed her cunt between her legs as she slid her feet into the high heels, and finally straightened to place the maid's cap in her hair. Her breasts swayed as she turned towards the way she'd come, large pink nipples hard as rocks, and a rich blush heating her cheeks. A shivery desire rode her words, as she breathed, "You're an incredible pervert, Empress."

Twilight pressed urgently against Celestia, wrapping her arms around her. An unstoppable lust burned in her slender body, and she pressed her mouth to the Princess's neck, biting and kissing with desperate need. "You're the pervert, I'm just showing you how nice it feels to be my pervert. Oh, oh Princess, oh Celestia, oh fuck..."

It took almost everything she had to wrench herself away. Celestia would have just stood there, in her depraved maid's outfit, unable to move or understand that anything was happening while Twilight gave in and came, and came, grinding naked against the pony she respected most in the world. But that wasn't the plan. Not yet. Not yet.

"Command; stay there!" Twilight gasped, and pressed her hands against the smooth stone wall, lowering her head and resolutely not looking at Celestia. With strained patience and her self control creaking under the load, she counted to ten. When that didn't help, she went on to twenty, then thirty. The raging fire in her body tapered just a little, just enough to walk without immediately cumming.

Finally, she straightened. Celestia was still standing where she'd left her, looking around vaguely as she sought to justify to herself why she was staying still for no reason. "Command: end last command," Twilight managed more evenly.

Breaking into motion, Celestia strode off down the hall. She wore the tall heels with the ease of long practice, and the shoes clicked loudly against the stone. Her heavy breasts swayed from side to side with every step, and Celestia absently smoothed her pristine white apron without seeming to notice the movement. She was unspeakably desirable, and it took all of Twilight's concentration to pull her attention away from the Princess's ass, hidden and revealed under the skimpy skirt with the billowing of her ethereal tail.

Distracted by her raging desire, Twilight almost bumped into Celestia's back as the Princess came to another abrupt stop. Peering around her, a wicked grin spread across Twilight's face as she gazed at the sign pinned to the wall ahead. It read simply, 'You may not pass.' Anticipating Celestia's reaction, Twilight took a step backwards.

The Princess frowned at the note, then reached out to touch it. As with her clothes earlier, Celestia's fingers simply stopped an inch from the parchment, and an abortive step forward found that she couldn't walk past it either. With a faint frown, Celestia turned to go back the way she'd come, only to find another note pinned to the side of a wooden beam overhead, only visible now that she'd walked under it. It read simply, 'One way forward' and immediately, Celestia found she was just as powerless to touch or defy it.

"No way forward, no way back. Oh, but there is a secret door out of your passageway here," purred Twilight. "It's a pity that somepony has carelessly put furniture in the way of the eyeholes. I guess you'll just have to risk it."

Celestia was rapidly coming to a similar conclusion, sliding aside a small bronze bar to find the subtle pinholes that should have let her see what was in the room outside were blocked and dark. She looked around the seemingly-empty tunnel once more, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. "So you've trapped unworthy slut. No escape. You're going to humiliate unworthy slut all over again, and there's nothing unworthy slut can do about it." A tremor of shivery arousal rode her tone.

Casually, delighting in the thrill of absolute power it gave her, Twilight slapped Celestia across the chest. "That's right, Princess. You're my toy, and I want you to know it. Now, please open the door. It wouldn't do to keep the ambassador waiting."

Looking down at herself, Celestia tugged her tiny skirt down a little, then inadequately tried covering her bare breasts with her hands. She caught her soft lower lip between her teeth, then gave up trying to cover her chest and carefully, listening intently, triggered the latch. A plain wooden panel swung out a few inches, on silent hinges.

Silence, from outside.

Easing herself forward into the tiny gap, Celestia leant her head forward with painstaking care, trying to see around the door without properly opening it. Obviously, despite knowing it was a trap, she was incredibly intent on remaining unseen in her humiliating fetish outfit.

Twilight planted her hand flat on the door panel, and paused. "You know, Princess, it would be really terrible if I lost my balance. If I pushed hard on this panel, it could swing all the way open all at once, and - oops!"

The panel flew open, with a musical crash as something glassy was knocked to the floor. Celestia was left frozen in the open doorway, rigid with shock and completely exposed to the three ponies twisting abruptly towards the noise.

Start with the two dressed as guards; nearest was Rainbow Dash, now in archaic silver armour that looked oddly appropriate on her, with a wine-coloured cloak that featured wing slits. She'd already taken several quick steps across the room towards the noise, before the full vision that was Celestia had struck home, leaving her staring, mouth wide open. By the door, Trixie stood, also now clad in a slightly different design of silver armour that only fit her approximately. She'd moved sharply towards the large chair, where a third mare sat.

Zecora was dressed almost normally, in a brown tunic, belted at the waist, sandals strapped to her feet and up her toned calves. The heavy golden necklaces hanging around her neck were new, though, and she wore a far grander blue cloak than Rainbow's. Still, the biggest difference was in the look on her face. There was a firm, arrogant authority there that didn't match her personality at all.

A hard edge rode her voice. "Who is this disgrace that bursts in so violently? How dare you violate my sacred privacy!"

For possibly the first time, Twilight saw Celestia lock up in complete panic. Hurriedly covering her chest as best she could with her hands, she shook her head slightly. Hissing from the side of her mouth, the Princess whispered, "Empress! You cannot have charmed the Zebra Ambassador!"

Zecora's eyes flashed impatiently. "Guard, seize her. Let me see this saboteur."

"Your grace," Celestia began, "this is an unfortunate misunderstanding." Before she could get much further, Rainbow seized her arm and yanked her forward to stand before Zecora, pulling her hand off her breast with the motion.

Leaning forward, Zecora drank in the half-naked Princess, her eyes flashing hungrily. "Spies would not be so degradingly displayed. Celestia has sent me a concubine maid. I'd thank her, if you weren't such a clumsy fool. Now you are under my rule."

"Unworthy slut is-!" Celestia began to protest, then closed her mouth. Her breathing quickened, a crimson flush of humiliation colouring her cheeks.

Twilight strolled over to stand beside Zecora's chair, watching with interest as Celestia's pink eyes searched the room. "Yes, unworthy slut is Princess Celestia. I don't think you're going to be able to convey that. Do you have any other ideas? I am very interested."

Glancing at the armoured figure of Rainbow, who was still gripping her arm firmly and trying not to stare too obviously at the intruder's lavish bared breast, Celestia gathered her composure. "Apologies, for the breaking of the vase, Ambassador," she said with a semblance of normality.

"Words are said with ease," said Zecora dismissively. "I am not appeased. You will be punished for this affront." Beckoning Trixie with a flick of her finger, she added sharply, "Guard. Bare your cunt."

Trixie bowed her head once, advancing to stand before Rainbow's captive. "Yes, my Lady," she replied in a clear, steady voice, a flare of blue magic peeling the leg armour off her body in pieces. Clad only in her silver breastplate and armoured boots, Trixie spread her feet widely, exposing her freshly-shaven cunt and sky-blue thighs.

Celestia's eyes flicked from Zecora to Trixie and back again, unresisting as Rainbow gripped her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. A low sound escaped her barely parted lips.

Twilight's voice rang out. "Command: everypony, freeze."

Sudden, complete silence descended as the four mares locked in place, the only movement the slow rise and fall of shallow breaths. Twilight looked from one rigid pony to another, giddy with hot, sensual delight. Turning to Zecora, she smoothed her fingers over the zebra's slightly parted lips.

"You're mean like this, Zecora. I think it's kind of cute," Twilight purred. "How could Celestia have guessed that the new ambassador was such a sadistic pervert? And you, Trixie. I wonder if you're getting off on having your lady make you punish somepony in front of her? If you were really her guards, you'd be zebras, but no pony here is allowed to notice petty details like that." Twilight's fingers slid along Trixie's bare cunt, caressing the smooth, soft warmth of her bare sex. "Mm. You do feel nice like this. There's something very cute about having you half-undressed in armour."

Turning around, Twilight gazed into Celestia's face, and breathed a long, slow sigh of satisfaction. "And look at you, Princess. Arms pulled back, these, mm, beautiful, squeezable tits on full display, frozen just at the exact moment when you know you're going to be used and punished, and you don't want to fight it anymore. You get off on being punished, don't you."

Reaching up, Twilight parted Celestia's soft lips, and gently slid a finger back and forth between them. A violent shudder of desire wracked Twilight's body. "Oh, gosh. You make me so horny, Princess," she gasped. Pulling her hand away, she stepped back quickly, grabbing the arm of Zecora's chair to stop herself reaching down to stroke her own cunt. Voice a little strained, she demanded, "Command: resume!"

Zecora smiled cruelly, capturing one of Celestia's jutting nipples between finger and thumb. Squeezing firmly, she purred, "You must be prove yourself worthy to apologise, don't you agree? Guard, put this concubine on her knees."

Maintaining her grip on the Princess's wrists with one hand, Rainbow grabbed Celestia's shoulder, and shoved hard. For an instant, she strained against the Princess, unmoving as a rock, before the tall mare folded smoothly to her knees, thighs spreading. The tiny skirt rode up, exposing her perfect ass, and the gleaming, bared slit between her thighs. Lips parted, Celestia looked up at the zebra towering over her, her breathing rapid and shallow.

"Unworthy slut understands perfectly. Unworthy slut is dressed disgracefully, entered without your permission, even broke a vase. Unworthy slut must be punished. Unworthy slut must prove she is very, very sorry for intruding..."

Arms trapped behind her by Rainbow's grip, Celestia leaned forward towards the half-naked guard, her heavy breasts dangling beneath her, and brought her soft lips to Trixie's bare sex. Leaning a little closer, Celestia let her eyes slide closed, and she began to kiss up and down her pussy, with tender, submissive care. Her pink tongue slid out, and she began lapping at the mare's folds.

Trixie's hand settled atop Celestia's head, gently urging the captive Princess to keep going. Short, quick little moans escaped her as Celestia's licking grew more urgent, a growing flush darkening her blue cheeks. "That's good, that's very nice... Mmmh. Oh, do that again, suck just there..." she murmured, seeming to have forgotten her audience, stroking a hand through the Princess's billowing mane.

Zecora watched the two with cool amusement, crossing her arms under her breasts as she watched the kneeling mare devotedly licking out her guard. "Guard. Though I see you are occupied, when you are free, I wish to know whether she deserves to apologise to me."

"I-! Yes, my Lady, I - haah! I am sorry. This maid is apologising, hnnng, apologising with great - great sincerity to me, and I must agree that she is talented enough, mmmh, to make a full and proper apology to you, for - for her trespass!" Trixie gasped out the words, rhythmically humping Celestia's face, quivering with arousal. "Do you wish me to, to continue testing her worthiness, my Lady?" Unabashed eagerness rode her words.

Zecora stood up, and snapped her fingers. "Half-naked disgrace. Here is your place," she declared imperiously, and lifted the bottom of her long tunic. She wore nothing beneath, her bared sex framed by the darker grey of curling stripes. Spreading her cunt with two fingers, she beckoned.

Celestia lifted her head immediately at the peremptory words, twisting around to face Zecora without hesitation. Nodding her compliance, she panted, "Yes, ambassador, unworthy slut understands," and leaned forward against Rainbow's iron grip on her arms, struggling to reach the zebra's heated slit with her tongue.

Snorting once, Zecora jerked her head imperiously at Rainbow. "Release this pliant slut, to pleasure me as best she can. You will take her place, and finish what she began."

Rainbow's eyes flashed to Trixie, who nodded urgently in return and parted her blue thighs a little wider. Returning her gaze to Zecora, Rainbow replied smartly, "At your command, my Lady," and let Celestia go.

Immediately, the Princess dropped to all fours, crawling forward to push her mouth more forcefully against Zecora's slit. Wasting no time on delicate kisses this time, she began lapping urgently at the zebra's pussy. Behind her, Trixie let out a sharp gasp as her fellow guard dropped to one knee and began putting her considerable talents in pussy licking to use.

"That was very kind of you, Zecora. It wouldn't do for Trixie not to cum at all in this little game. That just wouldn't be fair." Twilight leaned up and leisurely ran her tongue up Zecora's cheek, catching the other mare's ear between her teeth and nipping gently. "I really like seeing you walk around with no underwear. I love knowing I could just tug up your tunic... and expose you. I love seeing the bumps of those big rings decorating your gorgeous nipples. When I pierce Luna and Celestia, I'm going to have to chain all three of you together, and we're going to have such fun."

Pressing herself against Zecora's side, Twilight wrapped one arm around her and squeezed her right breast firmly through her brown tunic, adding a fresh groan to the rhythmic purr of pleasure being coaxed out of the zebra by the Princess's tongue. "Oh, yes, that's right, Zecora. Keep holding onto her head like that, make her lick you out," Twilight moaned, reaching down with her free hand to help press Celestia's head between Zecora's legs.

The Princess's eyes were glazed over with focused lust, seeing and caring for nothing except the mare she was pleasuring. She looked incredible, the always-controlled, dignified pony panting out her shuddering pleasure, one hand alternately kneading her own swaying tits and roughly stroking between her legs as she desperately moaned into Zecora's body.

It was all too much. A haze of telekinetic magic flared around Twilight's horn, focused on her own pussy. Shuddering and gasping, Twilight helplessly bucked her hips back and forth, rocking urgently against Zecora's side as her pleasure rose dizzyingly within her. With a wrenching effort, Twilight managed to make herself stop before she went over the edge, clinging to the shuddering zebra like a rock in a storm. She had to end this scene before she completely lost control! Raggedly, she called out, "Command! Everypony cum, right now! Cum!"

Her voice was answered by an overlapping, many voiced cry of release, a deafening crescendo of ecstasy. Celestia desperately ground the palm of her hand against her clit, her mouth buried between Zecora's legs, as the zebra yanked at her colourful, flowing mane. Trixie staggered, barely holding onto Rainbow, who shuddered in a completely unexpected orgasm of her own that left her clasping Trixie's leg for support.

Twilight concentrated on breathing steadily, trying not to move as the dangerous fires within her body roared and surged, trying to make that final leap to consume her. Bit by bit, little by little, she pushed them down again, sucking in great gulps of air. By the time her eyes focused again, Celestia was drawing away from Zecora's body, a dazed look on her face and her mouth and chin shiny with the zebra's juices.

"May... may unworthy slut be excused," panted Celestia, looking up at Zecora.

"I am finished with you, indeed. Resume seeking Twilight; you may proceed," Zecora declared with a dismissive wave of her hand.

The sign! Leaving Celestia's side, Twilight hurried back through the door to the secret passage, which still stood ajar, and snatched the sign from the wall which had blocked Celestia's progress. Releasing it, it levitated in a haze of magic to sit out of sight atop a roof beam.

Seconds later, Celestia stepped into the passage, and closed the wall panel behind her. Her mane was mussed, her fetishised outfit slightly askew, and her hips wobbled slightly with each step in her tall black heels. Dampness streaked her thighs. She glanced up, and saw the sign had vanished. With a certain admiration in her voice, she murmured, "Empress, you truly should not have used that spell on an ambassador and her guards. Unworthy slut trusts you will have covered your tracks very thoroughly." She took a deep breath, her magnificent breasts rising and falling. "Oh, Empress... the things you're making unworthy slut do..."

Twilight took hold of Celestia's flowing tail, and gently smoothed her hand down it. "Silly pony. Of course I wouldn't charm an ambassador. Which you'd have worked out the moment you stepped into the room, if I hadn't told you that you know for a fact that Zecora is the ambassador from her people." Patting Celestia's ass with playful condescension, Twilight added, "I know it's not fair. I'll let you realise later."

Completely unaware of what Twilight was doing, Celestia straightened her maid cap, and set off down the passageway. Addressing the air, she remarked with a touch of yearning, "Has unworthy slut earned the privilege of seeing you, Empress?" Humour crept into her melodious voice, and she added, "You have exposed unworthy slut to a guard, a maid, and even an ambassador. Will unworthy slut be placed at the mercy of a cook, perhaps? One to beat unworthy slut's ass with a whisk, and make cake puns?"

For a moment, Twilight found herself regretting that she hadn't thought of that. On the other hand, she'd put her trio of slaves through quite enough costume changes for now. "That's a very sweet idea, Celestia. I might save it for later. But it's time for the grand finale, and I can't have my cake and eat it!" She caught herself giggling slightly manically, and shook her head. Skipping ahead of Celestia, delighting in the scandalous feeling of her complete nudity, she accompanied the charmed Princess towards their final destination: Twilight's own bedroom.

Pausing at the exit from the secret passage, Celestia placed her hand against the latch and murmured with wry resignation, "Naturally, the eye holes will have been sealed."

They had. In fact, Twilight had sealed them as soon as she'd found out the secret door was there, and they were going to stay sealed. There was such a thing as privacy. "Now, now. No peeking, my Princess," Twilight said with gentle playfulness.

"...you are so cruel to your slave," murmured Celestia, a wry smile on her lips. Placing her hand on the latch, she quietly triggered it, and carefully pushed inwards. A finely balanced section of stone blocks swung open soundlessly, opening up a small gap before coming abruptly to a stop against a heavy piece of furniture that hadn't been there yesterday.

"You are endlessly prepared, Empress. Or should unworthy slut go back to calling you Twilight?" Celestia paused, one hand against the stones, then smiled to herself when nothing immediately happened. "Perhaps not endlessly prepared." Moving into the gap, Celestia released an unladylike grunt as she squeezed through, and stepped out into the room. She stopped dead.

Twilight grinned to herself, and pushed through the gap after her. Leaning up to speak into Celestia's unheeding ear, she said brightly, "Guard, maid, ambassador, Princess. I thought that was obvious."

Luna sat in a broad chair, dressed in her customary blue tunic, a book resting open in her hands. The opening of the door had clearly caught her attention, even half-hidden behind a stout dresser. In pleasant, calm tones, she greeted Celestia, "Hello, sister. Art thou here to see Twilight?"

Celestia stood motionless a moment longer, hands catching the edge of her skirt and tugging the miniscule garment down a little lower in a futile attempt at making it more modest. "...you don't find anything... unusual in the way unworthy slut is dressed?" she asked carefully, then flinched as the degrading words slipped out despite herself.

Luna blinked, setting down the book on the arm of her chair. "I don't recognise it. Is it new?"

Celestia's lips parted, then closed again. Hesitating, she took a step closer, and lifted her hands to cup her bare breasts. Her pink nipples peeked between her fingers. "Is there nothing you find unusual here, sister?" she asked, and this time, there was a hint of arousal in her voice.

"Not at all. I confess, I am not certain what it is that you wish to make clear to me," replied Luna with the faintest touch of a frown.

"Nothing at all, sister. Unworthy slut was confused for a moment, that's all." Celestia's eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile stole across her lips. Taking hold of her skirt with one hand, she lifted one edge, just enough to glimpse her still-glistening pussy. "Do you like unworthy slut's skirt? It might be a little daring."

"It is up to thee to decide whether thy clothes suit you, none other. But the lace edging is very fetching," Luna replied with a warm smile. "Will you wear it to the day court?"

"Unworthy slut doubts it. Though, given the way unworthy slut's day is going..." Celestia murmured, half to herself. Her heels clacked against the flagstones as she approached Luna's chair, and bent forward. Focusing on her sister's face, searching for the first sign of awkwardness or hesitation, she took Luna's hand in hers, guided it to the milky slope of one bare breast, and pressed it there.

"This is perfectly normal. Of course. Would you mind kneading here?" she asked, in a voice that shivered with arousal.

"If you would like, sister," Luna replied mildly. Her dark blue fingers sank into Celestia's breast a little as she began to squeeze and knead, her palm rubbing against the delicate pink nipple. Celestia's eyes closed, and she pushed herself gently into her sister's hand.

Luna's eyes flicked to Twilight.

"Don't look at me," Twilight coaxed with a purr of arousal. "Keeping looking at her. You're doing a wonderful job, Luna. Just keep acting like everything is normal, and tell her about the key."

Colouring slightly, the blush hard to detect on her dark blue cheeks, Luna immediately looked back to Celestia's body. Continuing to knead and squeeze her sister's breast, she added, "If thou wert hoping to see Twilight, she wishes you to know that you must insert the key into the lock."

Breathing fast, her lips slightly parted, it took a moment before Celestia's eyes opened. "The key? What key would that be?" she asked breathily.

"It is there, behind thee." Luna pointed past Celestia with her free hand, and Celestia drew back from Luna's touch, turning.

Half-hidden from immediate sight by an adjacent hanging, a pure white dildo was mounted to the wall, jutting out horizontally. Celestia stared at it for a moment, before slowly, step by step, approaching. Her fingers ran smoothly down the length of the shaft, coming away slick with lubricating cream. "Oh, Empress. You are cruel today," she murmured to herself.

"Now now, Celestia, no stalling. You know exactly how you're meant to finish your adventure for the day. I even provided you an audience. Wasn't that nice of me?" Twilight said teasingly, rubbing a hand up and down over her own breast. All of a sudden, she noticed Luna's eyes had flicked to her again, and Twilight felt a hot blush rising on her cheeks. Maybe she had gotten a little too used to no pony being able to consciously hear her.

It didn't stop her touching herself, though. Not for an instant.

"Unworthy slut hasn't given you nearly enough credit," Celestia finally murmured, her fingers sliding along the toy once again. Turning around to face Luna, a fresh flush of crimson humiliation coloured her cheeks, and she added throatily, "Will you be watching unworthy slut use the key?"

"Yes, I shall. I was told that I would find it most instructive," replied Luna, with a serene calm that would have done Celestia herself credit.

"Then... please watch closely, sister, dearest," Celestia breathed, slowly bending at the waist. Her skirt rode up, exposing her glistening sex, and her heavy breasts dangled beneath her as she assumed the position to fuck the toy, colourful tail held high. Eyes half closed, her pink tongue sliding along her full lips, she slowly pushed backwards against the shaft. She paused, squirming a little as the toy pressed against her, then gasped loudly as a further push back slid the tip smoothly into her heated cunt.

"That's it, Celestia. All the way down," Twilight coaxed. Her hips swayed as she approached, thighs sliding against each other, her fingers restlessly caressing her bare sex. A sharp little thrill shot through her as she paused by Luna's side, sharing her view of her sister. "Keep watching her, Luna. Isn't she beautiful when she's like this? She's so... honest, so sincere, in her feelings."

Luna nodded her understanding, breathing quicker and body tensing as she watched Celestia groan and whimper, unable to reply aloud or even look away from the sight before her.

Moving steadily, Celestia eased herself back until her perfect ass kissed the smooth stones of the wall, and the shaft lay fully buried within her. "Hnng! Unworthy slut is... filled," she gasped, her glazed eyes searching the room for Twilight, and sliding past her without registering.

"Oh, Celestia, you're not finished, and you know it." Twilight bent down and leant towards Luna, easing her billowing mane of darkness and stars out of the way with one hand. Baring the slender column of her neck, Twilight began to kiss and bite gently, groaning into her divine slave's dark skin even as her eyes lingered on her sister's pale body.

The Princess of the Moon froze at the brush of Twilight's lips on her skin, trying not to react. A little tremor in her voice, she asked with a semblance of normality, "Art thou having difficulty, sister?"

"No, unworthy slut is - fine," Celestia managed, planting her hands on her knees for support. With a deep breath, she pulled forward, then shoved herself back, her ass slapping against the stone. Her bare breasts swayed under her as she began to slide up and down the length of the glistening shaft, dazed groans falling from her lips.

"Oh, Celestia, that's so pretty..." panted Twilight. Lifting her head, she commanded urgently, "Ask her, now. Do it, Luna. Obey me." Her hot tongue flicked out and ran up the curve of Luna's ear.

A short, sharp whimper escaped Luna's lips, drawing Celestia's gaze. Breathing quicker, Luna asked in the most normal tone she could manage, "Sister. Would it trouble thee if I were to touch myself whilst you are occupied with the key?"

The very idea wrenched a fresh groan from Celestia, and she slammed herself back against the shaft harder. "Please! That's the normal thing to do in this situation, isn't it? Please do!" she all but begged, twitching her tail higher and seizing one swaying breast roughly.

"That is - very gracious of you," Luna replied, her words broken by a sharp inhalation. Undoing the top of the neat, formal leggings that she wore, she tugged them down without fully removing them, exposing lacy black panties that clung to her body. Sliding her fingers into them, she began, a little hesitantly at first, to stroke herself.

"That's very good, Luna. That's right. Keep touching yourself for me. You're doing so well," Twilight breathed huskily. "I'm right here. This is good." Her body felt flushed, feverish, incredibly hot under her own fingers. Every moan from her lips was met by a louder cry from Celestia, urgently, desperately slamming back and forth against the shaft buried within her, and Luna was watching it all. She could barely believe something so perverse was really happening, that she had made it happen.

Lifting her hands to her chest, Twilight twisted her dark purple nipples firmly, biting back a louder cry. "Luna, I'd like it very much if you undid your tunic, and let me see you touch your chest. Would you do that, please?" she panted.

Nodding quickly, Luna pulled her hand from her panties, and with trembling fingers, undid her formal tunic. Her eyes slid sideways, only to snap back to Celestia as she caught Twilight's gaze, and she pulled her tunic wide to bare her generous breasts, displayed and half-revealed by a lacy bra that let her stiff nipples show through.

Celestia gasped, moaning thickly as she gazed up at Luna. "Oh, yes, yes, let unworthy slut see you play with your tits, sister, it's so pretty watching your fingers move under your panties as you watch unworthy slut fuck herself like this..."

Oh, it was too good, it was too good! Twilight grabbed Luna's thigh with both hands, and swung herself onto the Princess's lap, straddling one leg and facing forwards. Grinding back and forth, her dripping cunt spreading her juices across Luna's dark skin, she kneaded her tits roughly, feeling Luna's body shudder beneath her. Oh, spirits, she was so close now! She didn't have to deny herself anymore, this was it, she was almost at the moment-!

"Watch her, Luna - she's almost ready to cum, do you see, she's almost ready, get ready with the keywords, get ready!" she hissed urgently, watching Celestia's quivering body slam back against the unmoving shaft, her face a mask of abandonment and ecstasy.

"Sister! Empress! Unworthy slut is going to-!"

"Now, Luna!" Twilight demanded.

"I'm not charmed!" Luna cried out, her voice shaking. "I saw everything!"

Celestia's head jerked up in shock, her mouth falling open, and for the first time since she'd woken up, looked straight into Twilight's eyes. "You!" she managed, then cried out as her orgasm overtook her, her eyes rolling back. A wavering cry of pleasure piercing the air.

"Yes!" cried Twilight triumphantly, then snapped into a rigid arch as her long-delayed orgasm broke over her with the all-devouring force of a tidal wave. Her mind broke apart, tiny fragments adrift on the surging, booming tide, and she was only dimly aware of the ecstatic wails of pleasure each fresh throb of her body wrenched forth.

Warm arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly as the consuming pleasure finally ebbed, leaving her barely able to move. Luna's face looked down at her, filled with a complex mixture of love, tenderness and caring. The soft, solid warmth of the Princess's body was all around her. Billows of Luna's star-filled mane caressed Twilight's face.

Twilight stirred, reaching up to stroke Luna's cheek with trembling fingertips. "You were perfect. Thank you," Twilight whispered. Slowly pushing herself into a sitting position, she beheld Celestia, hands on knees, still fixed to the wall by the shaft buried in her, sucking in great, heaving breaths.

Slipping off Luna's lap with a final grateful smile at her, Twilight carefully stepped over to Celestia. Sinking to her knees before the Princess of the Sun, bring their faces to the same level, Twilight gently took Celestia's head in her hands and gazed deeply into her mentor's eyes. "I win," she said simply.

Celestia gazed back, her cheeks flushed red, her eyes filled with overwhelming love and acceptance. "Yes, you do. I concede completely. My Empress." Tilting her head, her soft mouth met Twilight's, kissing her deeply.

Twilight leant closer, caressing Celestia's cheek, kissing her open mouthed. It seemed to go on forever, and when they finally parted, Twilight rested one hand on the floor to keep her balance. "You... are a very good kisser," she managed.

"It must be natural talent," teased Celestia. Looking up at Luna, her cheeks abruptly darkened again, and she carefully eased forward, little by little, until the shaft slipped free of her. Straightening slowly, she straightened her scandalous outfit as best she could. "...hello, Luna," she murmured.

Luna rose from her chair, tugging up her leggings with an awkward smile on her face. "Do not... don't be too embarrassed. If thou had seen me, when Twilight had her way with me... she offered to let me see you sincerely enjoying what she did to thee. I hope that when it is my turn to be toyed with, I will be as true to my feelings as thou wert."

Celestia nodded once, a small smile on her lips despite her lingering air of embarrassment, and stepped forward to hug the other alicorn tightly.

Thank goodness. Twilight gazed at them warmly for a moment, content just to see the two embracing, before she stepped forward and gently stroked her hands down their wings. "I love you. Both of you," she said softly. "I hope that you had fun, Celestia. I hope you're both happy."

Almost before she knew what was happening, the two taller alicorns enfolded her into their embrace. Celestia's bare breasts pressed against her from one side, while Luna's chest, still held in a delicate lace bra, pushed against her from another, and their wings folded around her, completely enclosing her in warmth.

"Indeed, my Mistress, I am happy," said Luna softly. "It was just as thou promised. I do not feel as embarrassed as once I did."

"You were most cruel, Empress. I can't wait to see what you do the next time," Celestia replied with affectionate playfulness. "Though you really should show a little more restraint in the ponies you charm."

"Oh! Yes." Twilight paused, marshalling the right words, then asked, "Celestia, who have you seen today?"

Celestia's lips parted, a look of surprise momentarily touching her face, before she focused on Twilight again. "...there is no Zebra Ambassador here. I knew that." A smile breaking out across her face, she added teasingly, "You made Rainbow Dash a Prench maid? Do you believe she will forgive you for the accent, Empress?"

"Um. Well... they're released from the charm, now they're finished playing their parts, and I did tell them beforehand what I was going to do. Roughly. I might have... added in a few details, when I was giving out orders. It'll be fine!" Twilight nodded twice. Definitely fine. "We're all going to have lunch together soon! Breakfast-lunch, maybe. It's still early. But I've got a little time until then, so-"

An emphatic knock rang out from the suite door, followed by several more. Through the thick wood, the words "A Prench maid?" could be made out, followed immediately by, "Why was the Slutty and Sensual Trixie not the sexy maid? A guard, Mistress?"

Celestia and Luna looked at each other, then stepped back in unison, withdrawing their wings. Twilight was left in the middle of the floor, looking at them both as they sat on the end of the bed, side by side. "Um. Princesses...?"

In one voice, they replied, "It's for you."

Author's Notes:

It's Princess Celestia month!

Proofed by the excellent Setokaiva.