Author's Notes:

—Takes place shortly after CRISIS: New World Order - Chapter 9—

Worth mentioning that the sequel story takes place twenty years after the original.

Bluebolt and Sweet Symphony Artwork

Aculeata tilted her head, then smiled politely. “Ah, forgive me, I didn't mean to assume. There is a great deal of love in the air nearby and I have yet to pinpoint its source.” She laughed briefly. “Whoever it is, their love for one another is quite potent, as they can barely contain it to themselves.”

It was particularly late that night at the Goldridge Checkpoint building, and Sweet Symphony was just a touch exhausted. Day after day of marching, climbing, and running through snow-covered fields, rain-drenched mountains, and deep, dark caverns and ruins had left her sweaty and tired. She was desperate for a good night’s sleep in a soft, warm bed in a safe, warm house.

First, though, she had the chance to take a much-needed bath to clean the days-old sweat, dirt, and grime off of her. Since there were so many others who needed a turn she’d volunteered to go last; apart from Weaver, who as a stallion had a separate bathroom, hers was the lowest social rank as far as she could tell, so it was only proper manners in her eyes. Nopony else would've agreed with that assessment but it was the truth: Flurry Heart and Bluebolt were royalty, Apple Bloom was Bluebolt's aunt, and Rarity was technically an aristocrat or nobility, given her role of political advisor to Twilight Sparkle.

Symphony was just a guard. Personal guard to Princess Bluebolt, sure, but a guard nonetheless.

To be honest, she’d have rather saved the time to share a bath with Bluebolt. The Princess would’ve argued with the others that it would save time for two ponies to share a bath, but Symphony knew that’d be a lie in their case. They’d be focused on more than just getting clean, after all. Bluebolt knew that. Symphony knew that. Everypony knew that.

So, once her solo bath was taken and she’d gotten herself all clean, neat, and smelling like a rose instead of a locker room, she made her way down the hall towards her and Bluebolt’s room, one towel around her mane—only her horn poking out—and another around her flanks. Nopony else would be awake at the moment that would see her or comment on what she was or wasn't wearing, and she wouldn’t care if they did.

She opened the door—it wasn’t locked—without so much as a knock, and turned on the light.

“Enjoy your bath?” Bluebolt asked.

Symphony smirked as she looked over at her fillyfriend, who was resting there on her stomach on their bed with one hoof under her chin, a come hither look in her eyes. She knew that she herself was eager to spend some intimate time with Bluebolt again after so many days traveling with the others and unable to enjoy one another like they usually did, but this was still a surprise.

“Yup,” Symphony replied as she finished drying off her mane, taking the towel and setting it in the laundry hamper near the door. “I don’t need to tell you how good it feels to scrub a week’s worth of dirt and filth off. I feel like a new mare. Sono rinato—I am reborn.”

“I’d much rather have scrubbed it all off you myself,” Bluebolt cooed, biting her lip and giving her wings a little flap. “Have I ever told you you look hot in just a towel?”

“Quite a lot, pecha.” She looked Bluebolt over and grinned, knowing full well what BLuebolt wanted. “So… I figured we were gonna get a good night’s sleep for once and save this for tomorrow night. Guess you can’t wait, huh?”

Bluebolt shook her head. “Nope. I was doing just fine until we saw Aculeata transform earlier, but that was too much for me to handle. I’m horny as hell, songbird.”

“Yeah… yeah, me too,” Symphony admitted. “I wasn’t expecting to run into any changelings, especially not one that hot. I’ve got that pert ass of hers burned into my brain,” she added, motioning with her hooves the exact shape of the changeling queen's luscious rear-end when she demonstrated one of her pony form. "I mean, damn. Thicker than my mom's lasagna."

“Right?”

Symphony stripped off the other towel and tossed it into the hamper as well, then crawled into bed with her princess and set her cheek and hooves on top of Bluebolt’s firm butt, gently rubbing her hooves on it. “Still… I’d rather have your gorgeous ass any day of the week.” She kissed said gorgeous ass. "Mwah, delizioso."

Bluebolt giggled. “Thanks.”

“You’re sure you wanna do this now, though? Maybe it’d be better to wait until we’re rested up and have more energy? I mean, we could always wake up a little early, have a little… breakfast in bed?” She punctuated that last remark by gently licking the base of Bluebolt’s left wing.

That earned a shudder from the pegasus. “Mmph, I thought about it, but… I need you tonight. Like, right now. Especially if you keep that up.”

Symphony smiled and pulled Bluebolt in for a kiss. She’d never complain about kissing Bluebolt, never ever, but it was much nicer kissing her after they’d both brushed their teeth. She wasn’t self-conscious about that sort of thing at all, but she knew Bluebolt was. Bluebolt was self-conscious about a lot of things, really, and constantly worried about whether she was living up to her mother's expectations.

It was just part of their upbringing. Bluebolt was born into royalty and raised to be heir to the throne of Hope’s Point; Symphony, despite being born into a rich, well-connected family, was passionate about swords and combat and had always considered herself incapable of being the high-class sort of mare that her sister was, or that she’d been expected to be when she was just a filly.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re sure you want this now, then?” Symphony asked as she pinned Bluebolt beneath her.

“Yes, I do,” Bluebolt said, kissing Symphony’s chin. “I do, I do, I do.”

Symphony smiled, and directed her attention over to one of their bags near the dresser, one of the bags they hadn’t taken with them on their trek through the wilderness. She fished out of it a black, faux leather collar, which she affixed around Bluebolt's neck. The collar had a little gold tag on it, which read: Property of Sweet Symphony.

“As you command, Princess,” the unicorn purred.

Symphony kissed Bluebolt again, roughly this time, shoving her tongue into Bluebolt’s mouth and claiming it for herself. Bluebolt moaned into the kiss, the sort of deep, primal kiss they hadn’t shared in weeks, and wrapped her hooves around the back of Symphony’s head.

The kiss didn’t last long, though, and Symphony broke it off rather abruptly, leaving Bluebolt gasping for air.

Moving up the bed, Symphony then straddled Bluebolt’s face and brusquely shoved her pussy into her fillyfriend’s muzzle. “Go on then. Get started.”

Bluebolt nodded and without argument darted her tongue out to lick Symphony’s folds.

This was how things were between them. In public, Bluebolt was the Princess of Hope’s Point, destined to be their Queen, a leader of ponies with all the confidence, determination, and fire in her heart that they wanted and needed in a ruler. She was meant to take charge of every situation, to give orders to those beneath her, to command the attention, respect, and love of everypony who followed her. She bowed to nopony.

And Symphony, of course, was meant to be her shield and her sword, to protect her from any threat physical or otherwise, to advise her, to support her, and to be her eyes and ears when the situation called for it. She’d sworn an oath to be her knight in shining armor, her golden protector, her loyal guard dog, and she knew she was meant to follow any command her Princess gave her. Her oath was such that even Bluebolt’s mother Queen Blackburn herself couldn’t command her without Bluebolt’s permission.

Behind closed doors, though, when they were being intimate, the situation was entirely the opposite. Symphony was in charge without question, and Bluebolt was willing—very willing—to do whatever the unicorn wanted. She submitted herself to her fillyfriend’s every whim and desire, no matter how depraved it might be. Symphony could talk down to her, degrade her if she wanted to, and no hole was off-limits.

It was great.

Ironically, this was Symphony following Bluebolt’s orders, because the princess wanted things this way. She wanted to completely give up control to Symphony when they were in their most private, because it allowed her to relieve all of the pressure and stress of having to be a leader the rest of the time. She'd said it was the only time she was allowed to be… her.

Now, Bluebolt was not a natural when it came to eating pussy, seeing as she and Symphony had only ever had sex with one another. But Symphony was, true to her namesake, a maestro that directed her charge to hit all the right notes, and subsequently make her hit all the right notes. Over the past few years, Bluebolt had progressed from a sloppy amateur to a practiced professional, one who served an exclusive client and served her well.

So, as Bluebolt’s tongue darted in and out of Symphony’s slit, lips suckling on her outer folds and clit, the young unicorn slowly bumped and grinded her hips against her lover’s muzzle, letting out groans and hisses of approval.

But she, too, was a generous lover, and did not let herself enjoy the experience alone. With her horn aglow, she used her magic to tease Bluebolt’s teats, pulling and twisting them roughly enough to cause pleasure, not pain. After all, Bluebolt wanted more than just being subservient to Symphony in the bedroom; everypony back home coddled and pampered her, and she wanted quite the opposite from Symphony, who was happy to oblige.

Symphony’s magical field then shifted down to tweak Bluebolt’s clit, earning a sudden jump from her fillyfriend. “You like that?” she cooed, placed her hooves behind Bluebolt’s head to push her muzzle harder against her crotch.

Bluebolt groaned and nodded her head.

Another tweak from Symphony earned another jump and groan from Bluebolt.

“That’s right you do. You love it, you little slut.” Symphony growled in pleasure and bucked against Bluebolt’s mouth again. “But let’s add a little something to it, huh?”

Symphony used her magic to fish out of their bag a short, silver vibrator. She left it off for now and brought it over to her lover’s slit, earning a surprised hiss; the cold metal had surely been a shock.

Symphony slipped the device up and down along Bluebolt’s pussy without actually inserting it, just teasing for now. The princess whimpered every time that the vibrator just brushed against her entrance; Symphony would just barely push it inside only to withdraw it a second later.

Then, Symphony turned it on, and continued teasing Bluebolt with it.

“Anh~” Bluebolt groaned, pulling herself away from Symphony’s pussy. “Mistress, please~!”

“Huh? Did I hear something?” Symphony teased, pushing her crotch back against Bluebolt’s muzzle while simultaneously pressing the vibrator’s tip against Bluebolt’s clit.

“Mmph~!” Bluebolt replied, unable to get any words out with a mouthful of her fillyfriend’s slit.

“Well, it must’ve been the wind, then.” Symphony smirked and looked down at the pleading look in Bluebolt’s eyes. “Mmm… I love it when you look at me like that. You want this bad, don’t you?”

Bluebolt nodded, wincing when Symphony used her magic to twist her teats again.

“Yeah, I bet you do. 'Cause you're nothing more than a thirsty little slut. If it weren't for me, you'd be spreading your legs to any stallion you could find, wouldn't you?”

Bluebolt groaned and nodded.

"Then say it."

Bluebolt paused. "Mmmfmf?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Symphony snickered and got off of Bluebolt’s face so that her fillyfriend could breathe. She didn't relent with the vibrator or using her magic on Bluebolt's teats. "Go on. Say it."

"I'm a... thirsty little slut..." Bluebolt whimpered.

"And?" Symphony pressed, twisting a teat roughly.

"...and... if it wasn't for you, I'd spread my legs for any stallion I could find." The princess twitched in excitement. "Anh~ What did I do wrong?"

Symphony had teased the vibrator just inside her fillyfriend's pussy folds. "Nothing. I want to hear what you'd let those stallions do to you."

"I... I'd... let them use me! Like a whore!"

Symphony pulled on Bluebolt's clit with her magic. "You'd let them stuff your little royal pussy full of filthy, unwashed cock? One guy after another?"

"Yes!"

Another pull, harder this time. "You'd let them pump you full of their dirty, smelly cum until your womb was so full it could burst?"

"Yes!"

This time, she twisted. "You'd taint your family's legacy by getting knocked up by a bunch of total strangers?"

Bluebolt didn't respond immediately, just whimpered in excitement. From the way she was shaking, Symphony could tell she was about to cum.

So, Symphony shoved the vibrator up to its base into Bluebolt's pussy.

"Yyyessss~"

Symphony's eyes flashed with delight, her mouth curling in a devilish grin as Bluebolt came. The princess looked like a totally different mare when she was convulsing with pleasure, as though possessed by some sort of deranged beast. Gone was the straight-backed, fiery spirit of royalty, replaced by the unadulterated feral lust of a bitch in heat.

While Bluebolt rode out her orgasm, Symphony lifted herself the rest of the way off her fillyfriend's muzzle then leaned back against the bed’s headboard, propping herself up with some pillows. Then, once Bluebolt could breathe properly, Symphony tapped her hoof on the bed between her spread legs.

“Come on, then,” she cooed. "That's a good girl."

Bluebolt crawled over to Symphony and hungrily buried her tongue in the unicorn’s slit again, looking up at her fillyfriend’s approving face. Symphony meanwhile continued to stimulate Bluebolt’s slit with the vibrator, gently pressing the tip inside her, but not deep enough to really quench the craving that she knew the princess was feeling right now.

"Yeah, that's nice," Symphony cooed, rubbing the back of Bluebolt's head like she was a cat. She then set a hoof under Bluebolt’s chin and pulled her away from her pussy. “Up here, slut. Now.”

Bluebolt did as she was asked, crawling up the bed to come face-to-face with Symphony. The kiss they shared was rough and purposefully sloppy, tongue’s lashing against each other in open air and inside mouths in equal proportions, each time with Symphony’s taking complete control.

At the same time, Symphony brought the vibrator up and placed it between the two of them, bucking herself upwards and wrapping her hind legs around Bluebolt’s waist to keep them locked together. She ignored the sudden rush of cool metal—warmer now that it was slick with Bluebolt’s juices—brushing her slit, then cranked up the intensity.

Bluebolt broke from the kiss to howl in pleasure, bucking against Symphony in turn.

Symphony then tapped her horn with a hoof. “Ahem?”

Bluebolt licked her lips and nodded, leaning up to take Symphony’s horn in her mouth. Now, while Bluebolt had needed coaching on how to please a mare with her tongue, she turned out to be a natural at hornjobs. Symphony hissed as Bluebolt’s tongue dug itself into every little groove along its length, brushing her teeth gently against the tip. Symphony had been looking forward to this, in particular, for days.

But the unicorn was more than capable of keeping her attention spread out—her magic, too—despite the sexual excitement she was feeling. Years of training to fight with two weapons gave her the focus she needed in combat, and if she could apply it to the bedroom too, well, that was just a bonus.

She managed to keep the vibrator between her and her lover, though she slowed its movements a great deal. That was because her magic was busy fishing something else out of their bag of toys.

In this case, it was a good-sized strap-on. The toy was made of black silicone rubber, covered with artificial veins, and included a realistic medial ring and even a flared tip. The harness was equipped with a vibrator attachment on the inside so that its wearer—always Symphony, natch—could turn it on to stimulate herself as well. It had cost Symphony an entire month’s salary to buy it; she hadn’t told Bluebolt about it until she whipped it out as a surprise for their anniversary two months ago.

Bluebolt loved it. It wasn’t particularly big—Symphony had no idea what qualified as “big” anyway—but it was big enough to drive the pegasus wild.

Symphony brusquely shoved her fillyfriend off of her, but not hard enough to push her all the way over and onto the bed. No, she wanted to maintain this position for what came next. She made Bluebolt watch in eager anticipation as she strapped the new equipment to herself, setting the silver vibrator aside for now.

The princess seemed to lack any sort of control at the moment, perhaps because Symphony had teased her too much, or perhaps because she was desperate after going so many days without release. She immediately leapt on Symphony and tried to shove the rubber cock inside her on her own without so much as a word.

Symphony was having none of that, and used her magic and her hooves to catch Bluebolt and keep her from doing so. “Ah ah ah, what do you think you’re doing, slut?” she asked, giving her best look of disappointment to her fillyfriend.

“Mistress, c’mon, stop teasing me already,” Bluebolt whimpered as she wrapped Symphony in a hug.

“Teasing? Oh, you mean like… this?”

She pressed the tip of her false phallus right up against Bluebolt’s entrance. The pegasus tried as hard as she could to shove herself down, but Symphony was too strong both physically and magically for that to happen.

“Mistress, please!” Bluebolt cried.

The unicorn slapped Bluebolt's ass. “Please what?”

“I want it! Please~”

Symphony leaned up and nibbled Bluebolt’s ear, hard. “Tell me what you want. Use your words. ”

Bluebolt groaned. “I want… I want you to… to put it in me.”

“Nope. Not good enough,” Symphony tutted, drawing the tip back about half an inch so that Bluebolt wouldn’t even be able to feel it.

“No! C’mooon. Please, Mistress, let me have it!”

“Tell me what you want, slut, or you’re not getting anything.”

“I want you to fuck me!” Bluebolt whimpered, struggling in Symphony’s grip. “Please! Fuck my slutty pussy!”

Symphony smirked and slapped Bluebolt’s pert ass again, harder than before. “That’s a good girl.”

Without warning, she let Bluebolt out of her grip and thrust upward, burying the strap-on into Bluebolt up to just past the medial ring in one swift motion.

Bluebolt’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she let out a throaty groan as her tongue rolled out of her mouth; Symphony knew her beloved had just cum, and cum hard. Even if she couldn’t feel Bluebolt’s pussy clenching tightly on the rubber cock, she could see Bluebolt’s body twitching and slick juices practically pouring down the shaft.

Times like these made Symphony wish she’d been born a colt, so she could feel her fillyfriend’s pleasure all the better as she clenched around her cock, so that she could be the one filling her with cum, so that she could be the one giving her a foal. They'd probably have at least two by now, actually.

Symphony gave Bluebolt only a brief moment to shudder out the remainder of her orgasm before she gripped Bluebolt’s ass tight and thrust in the rest of the way. She turned on the vibrator feature of the strap-on, shuddering as her clit was hit with the sudden sensation, but not ceasing her thrusts one bit.

“Yes~!” Bluebolt cried out. “Yes yes yes~!”

Symphony loved it when Bluebolt got loud, which wasn’t very often unless she was getting fucked particularly well, which just meant that the princess had been craving this more than Symphony had thought.

But this was nothing. Symphony knew just how to get Bluebolt to get really loud. Wake-up-the-neighbors loud.

With a subtle grasp of her magic, she managed to find the discarded vibrator from earlier. While one field of magic kept it steady—and off, for now, so that it wasn’t moving—another hiked up Bluebolt’s tail to give easy access to her tight little butthole. She didn’t say a word as she carefully positioned the silver toy just right, and lifted Bluebolt up enough so that the strap-on’s medial ring was barely inside her.

Then she shoved Bluebolt down onto the rubber cock at the same time that she pushed the vibrator into her ass all the way up to the base.

Bluebolt threw her head back and let out a guttural groan of pleasure. “Ffffuck~”

“You like that, slut?” Symphony said, looking up at her fillyfriend’s sweat-drenched face. "You like it up the ass, don't you?

Bluebolt could hardly keep her tongue in her mouth, and she was starting to drool. She could only manage a tiny nod.

Damn that’s hot, Symphony thought, biting her lip. “How about this?” she said with a grin as she turned the vibrator on.

Bluebolt quivered in Symphony’s grip like jello, sinking down onto her fillyfriend as if all life had just suddenly drained out of her.

Symphony took that as a sign to continue, and lifted Bluebolt’s body up and down on her rubber cock with a firm, machine-like pace. The little vibrator rubbing her own clit, combined with the weight of her fillyfriend shoving the harness against her entire crotch, was driving her wild. She wouldn’t last much longer at this rate, but Bluebolt wouldn’t either.

With a grunt, Symphony used her magic to stimulate herself a little further as well, pulling on her own teats to try and keep up with Bluebolt’s impending third orgasm.

And, just as Bluebolt let out another howl of pleasure and started twitching again, her orgasm rocking her body, Symphony allowed herself to burst as well. She shoved her rubber cock in up to the hilt and let out a groan of her own, bucking her hips against her lover as her own orgasm flowed through her.

The pair rode out their climax together, twitching and panting all the while.

When Symphony was able to breathe again, she first turned off the vibrator in her lover’s butt, then she brought a hoof up to Bluebolt’s chin and looked her in the eye. “How was that, pecha?” she asked with a soft, tender tone as she gently removed Bluebolt's collar; they were done, now, so things were back to normal between them.

Bluebolt shuddered. “Amazing… you’re amazing, songbird…”

“Satisfied?”

“Very. That part about tainting the family legacy? Dynamite. Wow.”

“Yeah, I thought you'd like that.” Symphony smiled and touched her nose to Bluebolt’s. “You’re so beautiful right now…”

“Mmm… you’re not so bad yourself…” Bluebolt whispered, bringing her lips to Symphony’s.

Just then, the door swung open, and Apple Bloom tumbled into the room, her face bright red.

The three mares just stared at one another for a moment as they registered the situation, which Symphony realized must have been absolutely embarrassing for Bluebolt, given the position she was in: wings splayed out, face flushed, tail hiked up with a vibrator up her ass—though Bluebolt was so surprised that she squeezed it out—and a rubber strap-on hilted into her pussy and dripping with marecum.

Wow, that’s gotta be quite an eyeful, Symphony thought. Ooh... next time I'll remember to bring a camera.

Apple Bloom spoke first, barely able to do so she was so tongue-tied. “Oh gosh, I’m so, so sor—”

“GET OUT!” Bluebolt shouted, grabbing a pillow from underneath Symphony to throw at Bloom. “GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!”

“Right, right!” Bloom sputtered as she got to her hooves and stumbled towards the door, taking a pillow to the face for her trouble. “Sorry! I didn’t mean ta—”

“JUST GET OUT!”

While Bloom was shutting the door, she and Symphony locked eyes for just a brief instant. Symphony winked, and she was sure that Bloom turned just a little bit redder.

Bluebolt, growling like an angry dog, then turned her attention to Symphony. “You forgot to lock the door!”

Symphony huffed and shook her head. “Yeah… that’s my bad, big time. Huge security oversight on my part,” she said, berating herself. “Merda, what the hell is wrong with me to get me so distracted? I’m not usually forgetful like that…”

Bluebolt sighed and nuzzled Symphony’s neck. “It’s alright, songbird. It’s alright. We’re safe here, I’m just… embarrassed, is all. Bloom just saw, like… all the goods. The full package. I mean, I know I said I wanted to get to know my extended family better, but that wasn’t what I meant.” She paused, eyes wide. "Oh shit, do you think she heard all the stuff we were saying too? Ugh, how do I explain that?"

Symphony flattened her ears. “I’m so sorry, Princess. I don’t have any excuses for it, I just—”

Bluebolt put a hoof to Symphony’s lips. “Hey. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Not at you. Bloom’s the nosy one, spying outside our door like that,” she said, loud enough so that if Bloom was still there, she’d hear it. “I’m gonna give her a stern talking to tomorrow, let her know there’s a thing called ‘knocking’, first of all, and second of all, that our room is off limits after dinnertime.”

Symphony paused, then kissed Bluebolt’s hoof. “Thanks, pecha. I’m still sorry your aunt—”

“Cousin,” Bluebolt corrected with a little heat in her tone, obviously still upset.

“Your cousin barged in on us like that. I mean… yeah, I’d be pretty embarrassed too if Jewel walked in on us banging. I mean… she’d probably get a kick out of it, knowing her, but—”

“Not the point.” Bluebolt finally lifted herself off of Symphony’s fake phallus with a low groan; with a grin, the unicorn helped her pegasus fillyfriend take the vibrator out of her butt. “Damn… that really killed the mood…”

“Yeah… it did.” Symphony pulled the princess in for a hug. “C’mon, pecha… let’s get some sleep, huh? Mood’s ruined, might as well make the most of what time we’ve got.”

Bluebolt yawned, nodded, and curled up in Symphony’s embrace. “Yeah… probably for the best…”

As Bluebolt drifted off, Symphony glanced at the door briefly, locking it with her magic, and wondering just what in the hell possessed Apple Bloom to spy on the couple’s late-night love-making. Whatever it was, Symphony was gonna get to the bottom of it.