“Where are we, exactly?”

”One of the access tunnels to a power conduit. Now quiet down.” She peeked through a door, leading Celestia in a wider room, but the alicorn lost her quickly. Celestia wandered, lost in the maze of machinery.

“Lieia?” She eventually found herself near a table.

“Lieia!” After a moment, she felt a pair of soft arms caress her hips, moving up and down her skin.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this…” Lieia’s low, gentle voice made Celestia’s heart race like nothing else. Celestia knew full well what her lover intended to do and she spread her hindlegs wider apart, hefting her forelegs and chest on the table, raising her rump a tad higher.

“Aren’t you an eager one, Cel?” Lieia chuckled, kneeling down, pressing her lips to Celestia’s flank, feeling the mare stir and received a faceful of Celestia’s tail for her efforts as it whisked from side to side impatiently. Well, that was a bit of distraction. She grabbed the tail, tugging on it gently. The response from Celestia was a bit unexpected, to be honest. The flustered alicorn moaned loudly, her wings flaring for a moment.

“Oh… Lieiaaah… Take me. Right here. Right now.”

“Well, well, well, someone’s worked up.” Lieia chuckled devilishly, leaning in to give a lick, just outside of Celestia's moistening nethers.

“L-Lieia… Don’t tease me like t-that…” Celestia whimpered pleadingly, eliciting a low chuckle from the woman behind her.

“Oh, but I will… I want to have some fun, too.” She turned her attention to Celestia’s thighs and she felt shivers of pleasure running through the needy mare’s body.

“T-this is j-just the worst f-form of torture! Hhh-aah!” Celestia cried out, legs quivering.

Okay, enough of that.

She grabbed Celestia’s rump with both hands, holding her in place firmly. Celestia moaned, breath heavy, looking at Lieia pleadingly, the ardent gaze telling that she was ready, eager and willing for everything Lieia had in mind for her. She leaned closer to Celestia’s dripping slit, the musky scent of her arousal clogging her nostrils. She lifted the tail out of her way, seeing the drip turn to a staccato trickle. The sight of Celestia’s lower lips, so ready for her they were almost parting on their own accord almost blew her mind. There was no turning back now.

She started with a long, slow lick, dragging her tongue all the way from bottom to top. She instantly felt the juices on her tongue, but couldn’t readily discern the taste. Her action did have an effect on Celestia, though. The aroused mare bucked slightly, giving a satisfied moan, gasping heavily.

“More…”

Yeah, okay, that was a bit scary. But, duty calls. She licked again, dragging her tongue to right side, left side, doing anything that made Celestia’s legs kick, spurred on by her lustful moans. The alicorn’s wings were fully unfurled, stiff as stone.

Celestia could barely think lucidly, debilitated as she was by Lieia’s tonguework. And she kept praying Lieia would not stop.

Just then, she felt Lieia slip two of her fingers inside her drooling marehood, also thrusting her tongue in as deep as possible.

That sort of did it for Celestia. Her breath caught in her throat for a few moments, head thrashing about weakly, overwhelmed by the assault on her senses. Then she regained her voice, but all she could do was scream out her pleasure. She felt Lieia’s tongue rub against her clit, sending spasms of ecstasy down her spine. Nothing measured up to that feeling. She wasn’t even sure where Lieia had learnt these things, but that was irrelevant at the moment, seeing as what she did made her want to buck and squirm and cum like a burst water pipe. Lieia’s left hand kept tugging at her tail occasionally, with each tug being an unexpected shock of pleasure to Celestia.

Okay, she knew it now. Cinnamon. Celestia tasted like cinnamon. Yep, that was definitely it. But that wasn’t important. It was time to make Celestia cum. Lieia dove in ravenously, her tongue thrashing about through her sex, those crafty fingers of hers spreading the sensitive folds apart; that luxuriously rough tongue driving Celestia up the proverbial wall.

Lieia only got a small warning when Celestia reached her climax, but she acted nonetheless, flipping Celestia on her back and pushing her fully on the table, resuming her tonguework with renewed ferocity.

“Gnnh-aah! Lieia! I-I’m going t-to cum!” Celestia managed to wail before she came.

Well, this was quite something. Did Celestia carry a hidden fountain around? The thick, heavy squirts of her cum completely drenched Lieia’s face, even though she greedily lapped up as much as she could, Celestia’s screams the only thing she heard.

All Celestia could do was pant and try to regain her breath. Her orgasm had taken a lot out of the mare. “You know, when I woke up this morning, I didn’t realise giving oral to you would be my priority, Cel. But I guess priorities change.” Celestia’s love juices were dripping from her face, and her tongue flicked in and out between her lips to lick up the occasional stray strand of the liquids. Celestia could only moan breathlessly, her wings twitching occasionally, splayed out across the table. Lieia chuckled softly, examining the large puddle on the floor. She felt pity for the poor bastard who’d have to clean that up. She also needed a towel.

“Oh-h-h-h-h, Lieia… That was beyond compare… Where did you learn something like that…?”

“You’d be surprised to know that there are books on the subject. I bought a couple of ‘em.”

“Did you, now…?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I am certainly glad you did. Ahhh… I’ve never been so exhausted before.” She stirred weakly.

“I guess even your stamina has its limits, Cel.” Slowly, Celestia rolled over on her stomach, trying to climb down from the table. She wasn’t all that successful at doing so. Her legs gave out below her, but luckily, Lieia managed to grab her.

“Whoa. Easy there.” She wrapped her arms around Celestia’s limp body, letting the exhausted mare settle her head on her shoulder. She carried Celestia back to the tram.

“Where… where are we going now?”

“To my bedroom, of course.”

“And how do you intend to sneak me past? I’m not exactly at my best right now.”

“Well, it just so happens that we’re taking a tram that goes all the way to my bedroom, no stops in between.” Celestia chuckled at that.

“You have an answer for everything, no?”

“Maybe.” She more felt than heard Celestia’s contended sigh, the low breath that escaped her.

“It has been too long, Lieia. Far too long.”

“Totally. I’m half tempted to just put you on that table again and have my way with you.”

“I could use a bit of a rest first, my love.” The doors hissed as they opened, and Lieia set Celestia down on the floor gently. The tram took off a moment later.

Celestia flopped down on the large bed, giggling quietly.

“You get some sleep, Cel. I’ll be back in a while.”

“Oh, surely it is nothing important.” Celestia muttered playfully, rolling around the bed like a cat.

“No can do, Celly. Herdunt Guard is arriving with reinforcements soon. I have to be there to greet them. Don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as possible.” They shared a brief kiss.

Though somewhat pompous, Ortan Lavari was a good man, a reliable soldier. He could see more to others than they let on. He was to be the liaison officer between the Rebels and Herdunt Guard. He was somewhat impatient to meet with the Rebel Queen. She truly had divided the Coalition.  The Rebels wished to burn the Vasari from existence, to reclaim what was theirs and make the alien invaders pay for their transgressions, while the Loyalists, those who stuck with Denaros, claimed that they needed to secure their current holdings in order to organize and strike back. Two completely incompatible ideals and leaders. A descendant of a famous leader and a respected man who held Coalition together. And they were itching to attack each other.

“If you can send us another fleet, I can deploy some of our Vasari squadrons to the front. Even with all the defectors, their numbers are still somewhat scarce.” Lieia muttered, examining the map of galaxy, the fleet locations and planetary defences of her territories.

“Tell you what, my Queen, if you can loan us credits, I’ll do my utmost to send two fleets instead of one. Do we have a deal?”

“I’d say so. How many credits do you need?”

“Twelve million. We need to do an overhaul on our capital ships.” It actually was eleven million and something, but it was easier to deal in whole numbers.

“A rather steep sum, wouldn’t you say so?” Ortan grinned sheepishly.

“Yes, I know. We sort of missed out last refit.” Lieia smiled at him reassuringly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll send some of my engineers to help with the refit.” She shook his hand.

“You are wise and generous, Queen Grisova.”

“Naaah. I’m not much of a queen. I try, though.” Lieia chuckled lazily, pulling out a pair of cigars from her pocket, tossing one to Ortan.

“To our eternal cooperation, my Queen.” He lit his cigar, leaning back in his chair, puffing contentedly on the smoke factory wedged between his teeth.

“I hear that.”

When the officer of Herdunt Guard left, his meeting with the Rebel Queen had left a lasting impression on him. Despite her outward appearance, he knew there was reliability and determination to her, and in spades at that. But there was a deep, underlying pain to her affable friendliness, like a sliver of darkness driven through her soul. Yes, he was getting a bit too analysing, but it was his ability to look past others’ exteriors that had helped him foster good relationships with other people.

“Celestia? Where are you?” Lieia asked the seemingly empty room.

“Under the blanket.” She got a slightly muffled response. All she could see from Celestia was her horn.

“Why’re you hiding?”

“It’s a surprise.” Celestia answered coyly.

“Well, can I see it, whatever it is?”

“Sure.” Lieia watched, with surprise as a number of pale fingers wrapped around the blanket, pulling it down some, revealing a shyly smiling woman.

“Surprise.”

“Celestia? How’d you pull this off?” The mare-turned-woman waggled her eyebrows at her, the magenta eyes glinting mischievously.

“Magic.”

“For serious? Where’d you learn to do this?”

“It’s actually the same spell I cast upon you back in Canterlot, but a little different.” She examined a stray lock of her multi-coloured hair that was billowing over her shoulders.

“Then why do you still have your horn?”

“Without it I cannot channel any magic, so it would be foolish of me to remove it as well.”

“Makes sense.” Lieia shrugged simply.

“I’m sure you’ll find the rest of me attractive.”

“No, it’s okay. A bit unexpected is all.”

“Then how about you get in the bed with me?” Celestia threw the blanket aside, sitting up slowly, giving Lieia a good view of her body. Her skin was a pale white, with a slight violet tone to it. A luscious pair of breasts adorned her chest. Her slender waist gave way to wide, round hips that had each a long, shapely leg attached to it. Even her cutie mark was present, a stylised sun logo on each hip. Simply put, she was hot enough to put anyone’s dick in a wheelchair.

“Sorry. Torsan Militants are arriving soon with a freight fleet.” Celestia looked at her flatly, trying not to appear frustrated. She failed.

“Are you serious?”

“Nope. I just need to have a shower.” Celestia tsk’ed sourly.

“You do enjoy needling me so. Why is that?”

“Life’s boring otherwise! We all have our guilty pleasures, right? For example, you crave cakes.” Celestia tsk’ed again.

“And you, Lieia, have a weakness for… what, exactly?” The woman’s mirth faded away.

“You. You’re the big chink in my armour, Cel.” She smiled sadly, before closing the bathroom doors behind her. Predictably enough, music started rumbling from there, with Lieia’s muffled voice soon joining in.

Never again will I be dishonored

And never again will I be reminded

We're living within the world of the jaded

They killed inspiration

It's my obligation

To never again, allow this to happen

Where do I begin?

The choices are endless

Denying the sin

My art, my redemption

I carry the torch of my fathers before me

The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away

There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice

To change myself, I'd rather die

Though they'll not understand

I will make the greatest sacrifice

You can't predict where the outcome lies

You'll never take me alive

I’m alive

I’m alive

I'm alive...

Celestia sat on the bed, contemplating what Lieia had said, but was constantly distracted by her lover’s singing.

Heh. Singing. She’d certainly make Lieia sing later.

She stood up, still a bit mistrustful of her legs. How humans managed without four legs was a mystery to her. She wandered over to the closed door, opening it, receiving a cloud of steam in her face. She slipped inside, heading for the shower. She stopped in front of the fogged-up pane of glass, seeing Lieia’s vague shape move around on the other side.

“Are you just going to stand there forever? There’s enough room in here for both of us.” Without waiting for an answer, Lieia slid the door open, pulling Celestia inside, pressing the startled mare-turned-woman close to her, tongue already dancing inside her mouth. Celestia felt Lieia’s wet body press her against the wall and a small moan escaped her. This was definitely different. Then again, she was an open-minded mare and liked to try new things. And Lieia was definitely showing her new things. Her right hand was slowly making its way downwards, teasing Celestia’s thigh. Her other arm was massaging one of her breasts, and she gasped, the sensation completely alien to her. Lieia then pulled back, turning Celestia around, her hands sliding across her wet, voluptuous body. Celestia felt Lieia’s lips on her neck, kissing the pale skin fervently. Celestia could feel her arousal soar and she steadied herself, placing her arms against the glass pane, feeling her lover’s hands caress her.

“Haa-aaah!” She cried out, feeling the proverbial dam inside her burst, her legs giving out, the debilitating wave of pleasure washing over her.

Celestia pulled the shirt over her head, shaking her head. Lieia eyed her appreciatively, letting her eyes feast on Celestia’s well-endowed chest, more or less undressing her mentally.

“It would seem you like this form, Lieia.” The pale-skinned woman wiggled her hips, slipping in the panties and Lieia licked her lips at seeing the fabric stretch and curve around Celestia’s hips.

“That I do, Celly. I’d say you’ve done a bang-up job with that spell. I just want to eat you up with ice cream and chocolate.” Celestia fought briefly with the pants, also given to her by Lieia. The piece of clothing proved slightly difficult to get in, making her jump about on the spot for a moment.

“Well? How do I look, Lieia?”

“Sexy.”

“Is that your answer to everything?”

“Nope. My answer to everything is to blow it sky high.”

“Ah. Figures.”

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