When Commander Hurricane kicked the door in, Clover the Clever was the first to wake up.

“Uh, this isn't as bad as it looks!” he said, mostly by reflex.

Incidentally enough, Clover was right. Finally sated after her epic debauch, Celestia sprawled out on a pile of cushions, nude and slumbering. The large swells of Celestia's chest rose up and down with each dozing breath, in a sight near hypnotic to watch. Princess Platinum nestled in against the amazonian demigoddess' side, likewise happily asleep. The rest of the unicorn court were arrayed throughout the throne room, curled up together in happy pairs or trios. Warm afternoon sunlight poured in through the open windows, giving the whole tableau the air of a fine painting, rather than the aftermath of a days-long orgy.

Celestia's snoring, however, was something that could never be captured in any portrait.

“Seize her!” Commander Hurricane pointed her sword at the sleeping Celestia.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Luna noted, quite calm despite the number of spears pointed at her.

Undaunted, four of Hurricane's bravest sky-knights strode past the waking, blushing unicorn court, bearing down on Celestia. Commander Hurricane herself grabbed Princess Platinum around the waist and yanked her away from Celestia's side (much to the unicorn Princess' shock and dismay).

“Huhwha?” Celestia blinked sleep from her eyes, just in time to see the pegasus quartet bear down on her. The shine of polished steel made Celestia's eyes go wide, and she immediately sprang to her hooves, propelling herself upward with a stroke of her mighty wings, faster than the sky-knights could follow.

Celestia grabbed the closest pegasus by his wrist and twisted, forcing him to drop his sword. Celestia caught the falling blade with her free hand, just in time to parry a thrust from the second sky-knight, then hurled the pegasus in her grip out the open window. She kicked the third sky knight in the chest hard enough to make him reel into the fourth, all in the span of a few heartbeats.

The second sky-knight proved both his skill and his bravery; he parried five strokes of Celestia's sword before she disarmed him. This done, she shoved him aside, and leveled her stolen sword at Commander Hurricane. “Don't worry, Princess! I'll save you!”

Commander Hurricane blinked. “What are you talking about? I'm the one saving her! From you!”

“If I needed a rescuing from either of you, I'd say so.” Princess Platinum's horn glowed, and she soon blinked out of Commander Hurricane's grasp, reappearing on the other side of the room. Despite her nudity, she still stood proud and commanding, as a proper sovereign would. “Now! If you brutes would stop trying to carve each other up, would someone politely explain to me just what in blazes is going on?”

“That's what I want to know!” Commander Hurricane said. “You invite some crazy barbarian into your court, let her kidnap you for days, and now she's ... uh ... ” The pegasus' cheeks flushed pink, as if she was now only realizing that both her opponent and the pony she'd come to save were stark naked. She sputtered, then went with the first word that came to mind. “Deflowered you!”

“Trust me, that's the one thing I didn't do to her.”

“Celestia.” Princess Platinum snapped.

“So, just throwing this out there, but why don't we try talking this out?” Clover used his telekinesis to pick up a pillow and hold it over his lap in a vain attempt at modesty. “Maybe have a nice conversation with less swords and more, uh ... clothing?”

“Personally, I'm fine like this.” Celestia said, but at least lowered the weapon.

“Of course you are, sister.”

After a little more wrangling and cajoling from both Luna and Clover the Clever, everypony in the throne room set aside their weapons. The lower-level guards and functionaries were shooed to elsewhere in the castle, leaving just a meeting between the two alicorns, Commander Hurricane, Princess Platinum, and Chancellor Puddinghead (who had been lurking at the rear of Commander Hurricane's group of guards, but finally stepped forward once it was clear that nopony was going to get stabbed), and their respective advisers.

Princess Platinum snapped her fingers, and her serving staff soon brought out a long, low-set table, and as well as a sumptuous afternoon tea. More servants draped a lush silk robe over her shoulders, though Princess Platinum didn't bother closing it too tightly. “Not like they haven't gotten an eyeful already.” She noted. Another fine robe was offered to Celestia, but she didn't bother.

And so, over dark tea and powdered pastry, Clover the Clever tried to avoid a diplomatic incident. Again. He laid out his account of recent events, highlighting Celestia's heroism while downplaying her hedonism.

“So you see, uh-- Princess Platinum was just showing her gratitude towards Celestia, for defeating the Efreet and freeing her people. Myself included.”

Private Posey and Smart Cookie nodded in agreement with their friend.

“She never showed me that kind of gratitude.” Commander Hurricane said.

“Not jealous, are you?” Celestia said, grinning. She glanced between Platinum and Hurricane. “Wait, are you two--”

“We are allies. Totally. Not like I'd ever fool around with a unicorn even if she smells nice and has great hair and--” Commander Hurricane paused. “Uh. Like I said, allies. And I don't even know how long that's going to last, with Princess Platinum laying on her back like a common--”

Princess Platinum coolly glared at the pegasus. “Choose your next words very carefully, Commander.”

Celestia, meanwhile, rolled her eyes. “I never knew a pegasus could be such a prude, Hurricane. You sound like an angry father trying to make an 'honest woman' out of his daughter by forcing her to get married. You might as well be pointing a pitchfork at me.”

“Actually, that's ... not a bad idea.” Clover rubbed at his chin.

“Pitchforks?” Commander Hurricane spoke up.

“I mean, it's ... unorthodox, but offering one's hand in marriage to somepony who's done a great service in to the kingdom is within the realm of tradition. Would that make this more ... respectable, Commander?”

“I ... uh, maybe?” Commander Hurricane said.

“Mmm. I suppose there's a certain elegance to the solution.” Princess Platinum bit her lower lip as she stole a surreptitious glance at the amazon sitting beside her. “Better Celestia than some title-hungry duke or baron.”

“Objection!” Chancellor Puddinghead said through a mouthful of pastry. “If Miss Wavy-Hair over there is strong enough to wreck up the Efreet, that means the unicorns will be more powerful than the other two tribes, and they'll start pushing us around!”

Celestia blinked. “I'd never do that.”

“You just beat up Hurricane's favorite guards!”

“They started it!” Celestia said.

“Say whatever you want, but I'm claiming the blue one for the Earth Ponies!”

“Excuse me?” Luna's eyes began to glow.

“That doesn't help! There's only two of them!” Commander Hurricane scooted away from Luna, just in case. “You might as well just have us all marry Celestia!”

“That's it! You can all marry Celestia! Problem solved!” Clover the Clever said.

And with that, every pony in the room turned to look at him.

He swallowed, and continued. “I mean, think about it. Celestia and her sister are pretty unique, in that they share traits from all the tribes. A unicorn's horn. A pegasus' wings. An earth pony's--” Clover wrenched his eyes away from Celestia's chest. “--stamina. So, uh, technically, a unicorn could marry the unicorn part of her, and the pegasus and earth ponies would do likewise, making it ... technically legal. Not to mention a powerful symbol of pony unity.”

Celestia blinked. “Wait. Three ponies? At the same time?”

“You handled more than that last night, darling.” Princess Platinum said with a wry smirk.

“Hah! Got me there.” Celestia said, then reached over to pull Princess Platinum into her lap in what was becoming a familiar gesture. Platinum giggled girlishly, then met Celestia's lips in a long and lengthy kiss.

“I think I like this plan.” Chancellor Puddinghead very deliberately put down her tea, and then started unbuttoning the front of her tunic.

Commander Hurricane, meanwhile, blushed even redder, and cleared her throat. “A true leader would never give an order she wouldn't follow herself. I therefore volunteer for this duty.”

“I bet you do.” Celestia broke her kiss with Platinum, then beckoned Puddinghead and Hurricane closer with a crook of her finger. The chancellor cheered, springing out of her ruffled garments to reveal her bouncy, well-fed form. Her breasts nearly rivaled Celestia's in size, though on a far rounder, softer body than Celestia's amazonian one. Puddinghead practically dove into Celestia's chest, making deliriously happy 'mmf!' noises with her lips.

“We'll leave you to your ... negotiations, sister.” Luna stood up. She cleared her throat, deliberately, and soon enough Clover, Posey, and Smart Cookie all filed out of the throne room behind her, leaving the leaders of the three tribes to quaint themselves with their new spouse.

Hurricane moved a bit slower-- perhaps the only time she'd moved slow in her whole life. “This is for the honor of the kingdom.” She said, more to herself than anything.

“Of course it is.” Platinum slid herself away from Celestia and stood, her silken robe cascading from her shoulders as she did so. She locked eyes with Hurricane, then reached up to gently remove the pegasus' crested helmet. “Now, why don't we get you a little more comfortable?”

Celestia ran her fingers through Puddinghead's frizzed hair, and watched Platinum slowly but surely undo the buckles to the commander's armor. Piece by piece, Platinum undid Hurricane's armor to reveal the toned body beneath. Where Puddinghead's body was pleasingly rounded, and Platinum's a study in refined beauty, Hurricane was the pegasus ideal. She was a figure of lean, taut muscle, softening only around her perky breasts and tight bottom.

When Platinum kissed her, Hurricane melted, all of her martial formality slipping away. The princess took the commander by the hand, and gently brought her over to the other two ponies. Celestia reached out and pulled them down onto the pile of cushions, then spent the next few wonderful minutes simply caressing and kissing the three ponies around her. Celestia closed her eyes and basked in her other senses. She savored the smell of Platinum's flowery perfume, the texture of Hurricane's stiff feathers, the taste of Puddinghead's thick nipple. Each new sensation stoked the heat between Celestia's legs, which in turn sent delicious tingles through the rest of her body. Soon, she had all three of the other ponies on their backs, side by side, legs entwined together, with Hurricane in the middle. Celestia took a moment to admire the sight of the pegasus' swelling lower lips-- and then dove in, curling her tongue between Hurricane's pussy lips. The commander's squeal cut off as Platinum kissed her again, and Celestia smiled.

With a playful swish of her tail, Celestia got to work, lavishing Hurricane's pussy with much-needed attention. She didn't ignore her other lovers, either, running a hand over each of them respectively. With Hurricane's toned thighs blocking her view, it took Celestia some comedic groping before her fingers found Puddinghead's soaking pussy, then Platinum's. She wasted no time, sliding a long, deft digit into each of them. Celestia dragged the pad of her fingertip over hot, slick flesh, seeking out the places that made her lovers moan the loudest. Again, Celestia closed her eyes, her entire world shrinking down to the three writhing ponies in front of her.

Celestia couldn't tell which of them came first-- and she didn't care, either. Instead, she pressed on with relentless determination, making sure that each of her lovers was lovingly, thoroughly satisfied. Hurricane grit her teeth when her climax hit, while Puddinghead just burst into bubbly, gasping laughter. Platinum just sighed and smiled.

Finally, Celestia leaned back, taking a break to breathe and rub at the bottom of her muzzle. She refreshed herself with a gulp of now-cold tea-- only to blink as Puddinghead sat up with a wild (well, wilder) look in her eyes.

“Something wrong?” Celestia managed.

“You haven't had your turn yet!” Puddinghead rolled to hands and knees, then started prowling towards Celestia, tail flagged high and swaying tits hanging low.

“Mmm. She is right.” Platinum slithered up the length of Celestia's leg and planted a kiss on her outer thigh.

“Never give an order you wouldn't follow yourself.” Commander Hurricane slid behind Celestia and ran her fingers over the other woman's wings.

Celestia prided herself on her strength, on the many foes she had bested in her journeys. But the three ponies overpowered her in moments, subduing the mighty amazon with a barrage of tender kisses. Platinum settled in between Celestia's spread thighs and dragged her tongue up the length of her pussy, seeking out the swelling nub of her clit. Celestia gasped-- which only made the princess perk her ears and start lavishing more attention on her. As she suckled at Celestia's fleshy bud, Platinum slid a hand to the amazon's pussy and eased two fingers into her.

Meanwhile, Puddinghead climbed over Platinum, again focusing on Celestia's heavy tits. She suckled at Celestia's stiff nipples wetly, eagerly, all the while looking up at Celestia's face with adoring blue eyes.

Meanwhile, blunt, teasing teeth nibbled their way up from the base of Celestia's wings to the nape of her neck, as Hurricane teased her from behind. Celestia shuddered, and Hurricane just laughed. “Not so tough now, are you?” The pegasus said. She reached over Celestia's shoulder to touch her muzzle, then press her two middle fingers into Celestia's mouth. The amazon groaned again, suckling at those fingers until Hurricane took them away. “Let's see how you handle this.”

With that, Hurricane reached down, hiking Celestia's tail up with one hand. She slipped the other between Celestia's round cheeks, tracing the spit-slicked digit around her tailhole for a teasing moment before she pushed it in, eliciting another gasp from the warrior woman. Celestia spread her legs and rolled her hips, eagerly offering herself to her lovers' fingers and tongues.

She panted out her pleasure, feeling her pleasure build more and more, until she came-- not for the first time that day, and certainly not for the last. Shaking, gasping, Celestia grabbed hold of Puddinghead with both hands, pressing her to her chest as she rode out a messy orgasm on Platinum's face. Sweat beading on her white coat, Celestia moaned again, and then even her mighty strength gave out as she collapsed onto the pile of cushions in the middle of the throne room. The other ponies soon followed, draping their warm, soft bodies over Celestia's, and the unlikely quartet soon dozed off to a much-needed sleep.

When the sun set, Celestia was the first to wake up.

She craned her head up to look at the trio of naked, exhausted ponies draped over her. While it was difficult to slip out of the cage of arms and legs around her, Celestia had plenty of practice in slipping away from slumbering lovers without waking them. On silent hooves, she crept across the throne room, collecting her sword from where it lay in a forgotten corner. For the first time in days, she put on clothing-- not of any sense of modesty, but rather so the dark silk of the robe might hide her ivory-white coat in the darkness. As an afterthought, Celestia grabbed a handful of honeyed pastries and stuffed them into one of the robe's pockets. Thusly equipped, she made for the window and clambered out into the open air beyond. She stretched out her wings, gliding quietly to the ground below.

No sooner had Celestia touched her hooves to the ground, a hooded figure stepped out of the shadow cast by the castle wall. “Going somewhere, sister?”

“There you are, Luna.” Celestia smiled. “Now c'mon-- if we fly hard, I think we can make it to the Everfree border by dawn--”

“Before we go, I'd like to ask a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Have you noticed that since we arrived, half the unicorn court is wearing considerably ... less?”

Celestia paused, briefly thinking of wispy silk that barely hid the tantalizingly soft bodies beneath. “I just thought it was convenient.”

“They're imitating you. Sister, you're fashionable.” Luna said. “Seems that ever since you slew the Efreet, ponies have looked up to you. You're a role model, of sorts.”

“What? Me? Why?”

“Indeed. You're a brash, reckless hedonist--”

“Thanks Luna.”

“--but you still have a good heart.” Luna said. “You're also generous, selfless, and quick to laugh-- among other traits. There's more good to be done than just slaying monsters, whether you know it or not. But if you leave like this, skulking away like some kind of shameful thief ... Platinum and Hurricane and Puddinghead will denounce you as an usurper and a rake. And after that they'll start bickering again. And while they argue, ponies will suffer.”

“You honestly think that a one night stand will start a civil war?”

Luna shrugged. “I don't know if I'd go that far. But I'd rather not find out. Besides, from everything I saw, you seemed to ... enjoy yourself. Why leave now?”

“Starswirl seemed to enjoy training us, but that didn't stop him from leaving.” Celestia's voice hitched.

“So that's it.”

“Don't give me that look.” Celestia wiped budding tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. “I mean-- we spent all this time, all these years searching for him, but now he's just ... gone. He left us, Luna, like we don't even matter. If we stay here ... “

“If we stay here, we can help a lot of ponies. And not just by slaying monsters. And Starswirl always taught us to help other ponies whenever possible, did he not?”

“Damn it, you're right.” Celestia sniffled again.

“Think about it. Not only would you set a ... mostly positive example for the common pony, but you might even distract those three long enough for their subordinates to get on with the actual business of running the kingdom.”

“You're joking.”

“Mostly.” Luna reached out and patted her sister softly on the bicep. “But I know that, deep down, you just want to help others, even if it's in an ...unorthodox way. So can we stay? Please?”

Celestia sniffled again, then pulled her sister into a warm, sisterly hug. “Fine. We'll stay. But there better be some monsters to fight before long.”

“Something tells me that won't be a problem.” Luna said with a sly laugh.

“And one more thing-- if I'm supposed to get married to the three tribal leaders, shouldn't I have a fancy title too?”

“I suppose that could be arranged.” Luna said. “Is there anything that you would prefer?”

“Princess Celestia has a certain ring to it, don't you think?”