It was yet another nightly party hosted by Celestia, who decided that the catering would be from a somewhat different source than usual. The catering was being provided by a small farm known as Sweet Apple Acres, whom most of the Canterlot elite were not familiar with. Many admitted the food was top notch, if a bit limited in what was provided. Applejack didn’t like how the party goers were giving her looks of disappointment, her best formal attire was much better looking and more practical than the outfits most of the party goers seemed to be sporting.

Applejack’s earthy green dress, which also had her distinctive three red apple mark on the chest, looked rather simplistic to most high fashion minded ponies. It had apple red trim around the joints and hem, her mark on the chest area, and the collar had an earthy brown that was a shade that perfectly complimented her orange fur. After politely excusing herself she made her way outside, once out in the open air of the night she gripped the cool railing with her hands and breathed in air that was clearly less stuffy than the inside of the complex she had just been in. She had a complete lack of jewelry, in fact, she had no accessories for herself or her attire. Applejack didn’t own such things, nor did she have any intention towards owning them.

Applejack made her way into the another part of the outer recesses. Little did she know that within the rafters she was passing under was the mare of night time herself, Princess Luna. Just outside the rafters that she had passed under Applejack saw a strange sight, a tall, sleek purple dragon with green spines in a white tuxedo emblazoned with a green flame mark (which happened to hold an emblem of Luna’s moon, something Applejack didn’t know at this juncture, but soon come to learn). Applejack stepped up beside him, not entirely sure why it was she was drawn to do such an act, and let out a heavy sigh.

“Not enjoying the party, I see,” said the dragon in a slightly deep voice that had an air of genuine concern to it, and a hint of attraction.

“Ah’m jus’ tha caterer,” said Applejack with an air of defeat to her voice, “these sort o’ fancy parties jus’ don’t feel right ta me. Tha only reason Ah’m doin’ this sorta thing is to better support mah family.”

“Care to tell me about it,” said the dragon, “I’ve been told I’m an excellent listener, and secret keeper.”

“Mah family farm, Sweet Apple Acres, used ta be a go-to place fer most apple based products, mah grandmother an’ parents even expanded tha orchards a bit back in tha day with some o’ tha surplus they got from generous ponies,” she gave a weary sigh, “but now et seems every week or so Granny Smith slips further and further inta senility, she has her good days, but et seems most days she’s not altogether like she should bae; mah elder brother, Big Macintosh, isn’t tha best business pony, he’s good wid bits, but is taa eager ta please customers durin’ sales; mah little sister, Apple Bloom, isn’t quite ready ta take over anythang jus’ yet, Ah can see how much promise she has, but she’s too young ta take on tha responsibilities that she will soon learn are expected o’ ‘er; an’ ta top it all off, Ah’m goin’ out an doin’ so much these days Ah’m practically runnin’ mahself ragged. Ah jus’ want mah family ta be well taken care of, but Ah’m already tired o’ bein’ tha main reason fer it all. Ah jus’ want ta take a break, but Ah know if Ah do we might end up losin’ tha place we all grew up. Ah want an out, but not at the expense of those Ah care abou’ an' fer.”

“What’s your typical annual income?”

“Twenty-thousand bits, et’s jus’ barely enough ta cover all our needs, when et’s all dealt with we ain’t got enough ta spend on improvin’ things aroun’ tha farm, that’s why we’re havin’ trouble wid.”

“I’ll see what I can do, granted it might not be much, but I’m sure just a little bit can go a long way. Just out of curiosity, how much are you being paid for your services?”

“Fifty-thousand bits, this will go a decent way towards makin’ things better fer us on tha farm, mostly through the purchasin’ o’ a couple new pieces o' better equipment. Thanks, fer tha offer, even ‘f et doesn’t go all tha’ far.” With that the orange mare took her leave.

After a few minutes Spike took his leave as well, unknown to either Luna had been listening in the whole time, “Well now,” said Luna to herself, “I think I just found something new to work towards,” she licked her lips, “he can be so oblivious sometimes, this is going to be fun.”

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It was a few days later and Spike was walking through the halls of the castle. He always wondered why this kept happening. He heard the sound of pleasure-pain as he came up on the door and gave a sigh, this always seemed to happen. He carefully opened the door to the sight of a completely naked lavender unicorn mare spanking the flank of an equally naked powder blue mare on the bed. Spike rolled his eyes and made a mentally took a note about telling Celestia and Luna who had won today’s bet.

“Twilight, Trixie,” said Spike, the activity of the two mares didn’t stop, “you both have schedules to keep. Trixie needs to be at the theater in a couple of hours, so morning fun time is over so she can wash up and get ready to go. Besides, Twilight, you have a seminar on magic to be giving at the school, you know which one so don’t try to play dumb, in four hours, so go wash up and make yourselves socially presentable for the audience you are going to see.”

“Oh, and we were just getting to the fun part! What a buzzkill,” said Twilight, the two finally stopped their morning...activity, both turning their torsos to present their almost twin CC-cup breasts, “can I at least wear some short shorts and a shirt that shows my midriff?”

“Nope, that was vetoed by Celestia days ago, she said since it is an official act you have to look professional for the magic part,” said Spike. Twilight made a pouty face as she headed to her bathroom to wash up and Trixie tossed on her bathrobe and left the room. Spike gave an exasperated sigh as he left the room, why did those two have to be so difficult? Next was his morning inspection of Luna’s area of the castle, just because Luna had nightly duties didn’t mean that she didn’t need looking in on during the daylight hours.

Of course, given the relationship, Spike and Luna had this was typically one of the highlights of his morning routine, not that he’d admit it to anyone other than Luna. When he walked into her room the curtains that were so thick that when they were closed made the room seem like it was shrouded in a dark dusk had been closed, unsurprising when you remembered Luna usually didn’t like seeing sunlight before noon, were completely closed. Spike stepped in with caution, Luna wasn’t above surprising him at all hours of day or night. His caution meant he caught the sound of the door being closed and locked through magic. Spike gave a little smirk, it seemed Luna was feeling a little frisky this morning.

Celestia was always frisky, but her ability to form the kind of intimate connection Spike had with Luna was lacking. Celestia was almost always about having a brilliantly good time for as quickly and long as possible, never bothering to actually take the time to consider the limits of her partners past their staying power in the bedroom. Celestia had many failings but they were kept behind closed doors, and usually screamed to those she was most intimate with in the throes of sex while being stimulated.

Spike had the ability to see in the dark and in low light with little to no hindrance on account of the fact it was property all dragons possessed. What he saw waiting for him on the bed was a completely naked Luna, her impressive L-cup breasts staring at him with intent to be played with. Luna seemed to be missing her penis this time around, a feature of the Alicorns is that they have both male and female genitals in proportions that tend to outshine those of the opposite sex’s hopes, which likely meant Luna wished for Spike to be the one entering her during intercourse. Spike’s twin rods could easily make even the most well-endowed stallion feel inadequate, and sometimes did. It wasn’t just the fact that all male dragons had two, which in and of itself would make several stallions feel threatened, but also the fact that the length and girth usually tended to be beyond what many a stallion could hope to pull off, even with potions and spells designed to specifically enlarge their members. While Celestia, whom he saw as something of a mother, tended to use his members as a measuring stick against her other partners, it was Luna that had found ways to get the most pleasure out them for both him and herself.

“Are you sure you want to do this now? My princess,” said Spike, “we’ll have more time to...play once I’m done with my morning duties.”

“Just giving you a view of what you’re in for later,” said Luna in a sultry, sensually scintillating voice. Spike could already feel himself getting hard.

“Do you really want to get my twin swords up before I see Celestia?”

Luna gave him the most adorable pout before saying, “No, I don’t want there to be implications regarding our ‘special’ time and my sister.”

Spike gave a bow and said, “Very well. What was the bet you made regarding Twilight and Trixie for this morning?”

“I said they would likely be eating each other out this morning, Tia said something about them fondling each other.”

Spike reached into one of the pockets of his forest green outfit and opened up a sheet of parchment and moved his claw down to the current date on the chart, “I took the time to record your claims, and hers, and that does indeed seem to be what you and her said. Do you remember who else threw their hat in the ring for this one?”

Luna gave a smirk, “You said something about them slapping each other, if memory serves right.”

“That is correct, Shining still wants no part in these little favor bets you and Celestia have, I join in from time to time. I’m sorry to say you did not win the bet,” Luna gave a pout, “but neither did Celestia,” Luna’s pout turned into a smirk. “Now, I’m off to Celestia’s area. Since you’re already up, put on something and head down to the breakfast table so you can hear the full results. I should have a free afternoon today, if that still holds then we can have some ‘private fun’ without Celestia.”

“Sounds good, and I could use a snack before a quick power nap.”

“Just make sure what you’re wearing at the table is something that is publically acceptable, we don’t need a repeat of that adult entertainment fiasco.”

Luna gave a giggle, “Show up to one meal in lingerie and the whole town goes bonkers.”

“Yes, well we were having a few meals with a small army of magazine representatives. Just be thankful we managed to keep Celestia from making it into those pieces of entertainment.”

Luna shuddered at the memory, “I’ll be down in one of my semi-opaque sleep gowns.”

“That’s better, I hope. Now, I need to look in on Celestia. And we both know what she’s like when you visit her at this time.”

Luna rolled her eyes, “Don’t let her force you into anything too uncomfortable.”

“Always, the only one allowed to do anything like that to me is you, Luna, and there is no way I would ever think otherwise.”

Spike made his way through Celestia’s chambers and came to her room’s door. As expected, there were no guards posted at the door while the chamber halls were practically littered with them. When Spike entered the room he found a fully awake Celestia, completely naked and pleasuring herself with a dildo modeled on Spike’s features, her M-cup breasts bouncing about as she played with the sex toy.

“You’re going to ruin it for the next stallion you have ‘private time’ with if you keep that up.”

“Well, at least I can enjoy the real thing now,” said Celestia with a lusty purr to her usual voice.

“Sorry, nope,” said Spike. Celestia instantly recognized this as her failing to win a bet she had previously made, because if she had won Spike would have made a casual joke in the form of asking how she wanted him.

“I’ll throw on my morning attire that’s intended to be seen in public, you can tell us all the score over breakfast. I take it, Luna will be joining for the meal.” Spike just nodded once, he also knew that the attire she was referring to was a dark green semi-opaque nightgown emblazoned with her mark.

“Alright, so here’s the score,” said Spike as everyone was around the table in ‘socially acceptable attire’, Spike looked between everyone at the table. Shining Armor was having his usual morning fruit salad and dark roasted coffee, and dressed in his usual casual military garb; Twilight was in a form fitting business suit that showed very little of her assets off, much to her dismay, and was having a stack of a dozen butter and blueberry syrup drowned pancakes with dark roasted coffee, some habits are shared between siblings, with cream in it; Trixie was having a vegetable egg white omelette with a mug of rich mocha coffee; Celestia was having her usual Sunshine Morning special, a random morning meal created by the Head Chef of the same name of the special to keep Celestia’s doctrine of early mornings a little spontaneous, and large glass of extra pulpy orange juice; Luna’s meal looked more akin to a light snack with being a plate of caramel drizzled apple slices and chocolate dipped strawberries with a moderate glass of Cranberry-Blueberry juice. Spike’s meal was bit more odd, he himself was bit of a culinary connoisseur that liked to indulge in experiments when he could, so instead his meal consisted of a generous plate of various gemstones and a large orange smoothie sprinkled with citrine flakes. “Celestia made a bet to Luna last night about the morning ‘activity’ Twilight and Trixie would be performing when it came time for my morning check today. As per usual, when offered to take part Shining Armor declined in the most polite manner possible. Trixie and Twilight never got back when asked if they wanted in on the action, so they weren’t added to the pool. I decided to take them up on the offer, on account of feeling a need to spice up the night at the time. Celestia, predictably, said Trixie would be eating off Twilight; Luna said Trixie would be tied to the wall for ‘punishment’ reasons; and I said one or both of them would be spanking their partner. The score is, Celestia and Luna 0 and Spike 1. That means you have to adhere to my demand to clear up the debt, and if you try to wriggle out of it the ‘punishment’ will increase in severity regarding how badly you defy the demand and how often you try to avoid it.”

“So, what will we be doing?” Luna inquired, with a grin.

“Celestia must dress modestly during all hours of the day and night,” this resulted in a groan from Celestia, “for five days, starting with her leaving this table or completion of breakfast.” This resulted in another groan from the Solar monarch, especially since she had a full schedule that day and couldn’t put on an outfit to potentially make visitors feel uneasy, “Although,” added Spike, “if she’s an extra good mare I might just perform one request of hers after the time limit is up,” this resulted in a grin from Celestia.

“And what of me?” Luna Inquired.

“For the next three days Luna is to play messenger for the entire city,” this resulted in a groan from the lunar alicorn, she had forgotten how seemingly innocent and genuinely malicious Spike’s debts to others could be at the same time.”

“And if I’m an extra good filly I get a special reward as well,” said Luna, knowing full well she didn’t need to phrase it as a question.

“That is correct,” said Spike, “and now it’s time for Twilight and Trixie to get moving or they’ll be late for their appointments today.” Both unicorn mares gave a groan of agitation simultaneously. “If you want I can always put you through a dare to spice things up.” This produced a much more frenzied response from the unicorn mares to leave the table and make sure they were publicly presentable.

“And they say my dares are terrifying,” joked Celestia.

“And you have work to get to,” said Spike, “and Luna has to get ready to execute her ‘obligation’, I’ve already made arrangements with the city’s postal service. Luna will be pegasus mare under the name Nightly Duty, I’ll be joining you on the trip down to the central office. Also, orientation and training won’t be counted the purposes of the bet.”

Luna gave the dragon deadpan glare, and in a playful tone said, “Just because you’re few centuries old doesn’t mean you’ll be able to get at whatever you want.”

“Of course not,” Spike playfully snarked back, “that’s what winning bets is for.”