The hidden woman watched the scene continue on with eyes held painfully wide, fearful that even the smallest sound would reveal her place in the darkness that only barely concealed her presence. Never in a thousand lifetimes had she thought that the situation could be this bad.

She has them all, Luna thought, the frenetic belief ringing every alarm her mind possessed. She has them all and they’re too brainwashed to even be able to realize it. The whole scenario was something out of a nightmare that not even her hellscape of an imagination could conceive of. The entirety of the Element Bearers were under Chrysalis’ direct control, wills erased and bent to her every bidding; a massive invasion force of Changelings beneath the city streets, primed to disperse across the kingdom and initiate a mass assault. And with Changelings, there was always the horrifying possibility that this might not actually be all of them- there could be countless more out roaming the streets right now, or even already within the Day Court and preparing to strike Celestia down. Luna’s efforts had borne fruit, but they might have arrived too late.

The brilliant Princess of the Night had caused a stir when she had disappeared from the public eye, an utter absence of presence that had left even her own soldiers amiss as to the reason why. Were it not for the wise words of her captains, there might have been a panic. But the sudden withdrawal from view had been no accident; under the request of a dear friend, Luna had taken the mantle of predator, stalking through the deep places of the world with a singular goal in mind. Under the mountains had she roamed, beneath the city streets of her kingdom, through the depths of abandoned forests and wastes that had long been left to the nameless things that gnawed at the world- always ever on, in search of one simple person. Luna had simply hoped that the trail she was following had been wrong; not to Canterlot, not the place right that was right underneath her very nose.

Yet here she now was, eyes locked onto her prey and fearing that her long hunt was already in vain.

“Sweet Fluttershy,” Chrysalis purred, her voice velvety soft as she cradled her victim within her arms, “I know Rainbow invited me to join she, Twilight, and Rarity in a little frolic in the bedroom… but I do believe Applejack and Pinkie were rather enjoying themselves in the lounge.”

Even from her concealed position, Luna could perceive the shift in the once-demure woman’s attitude, a transformation from the romantic to the sultry. “That’s lovely for them. Were you wanting to join in?”

“And you along with me. I’d very much like to see you plucking Applejack’s petals.”

Fluttershy gave an excited giggle at the prospect. “She does look very yummy tonight. I hope she’ll be OK with us dropping in.”

“She certainly will be, if you’re there to tempt her,” the foul queen said. “I’ll bring us something special from my office for the four of us to enjoy after. Will you go on ahead of me?”

Fluttershy leaned up and granted her captor one last kiss, almost seemingly willing in the gesture with her sweetness. “Don’t keep us waiting,” she called, walking down the hall before excitement seemed to overcome her and sending her into a hurried stride.

Luna’s heart pitied the poor girl; out of all of the Bearers, she must have been in Chrysalis’ thrall the longest. Hardly a thought given to anything but her jailer’s wishes, incapable of freeing herself from the deep depths of this prison. How good it would be to set her free, to see them all released from the foul clutches of this insectoid hellspawn! As Chrysalis strode off to wherever her office lay sequestered, not once did the moonlight princess allow her to fall out of sight, nor out of reach. As easy as it would be to simply drop from her concealed position amongst the pipes and vents that hung from the rafters, she knew it would be best to see this done quietly. If she killed Chrysalis in a more private setting behind locked doors, Luna would be afforded far more time to escape- something she would likely need, judging by the numerous moving pieces that had separated themselves from one another. Fluttershy on the move, Pinkie and Applejack elsewhere, and the other three Bearers somewhere in the bowels of the hideous Changeling Queen’s private quarters. Even if Chrysalis’ death was to avoid detection for a good length of time, Luna knew she would still have little leeway. The girls would be confused, a loss of memory as to how they had come to be here- and not one of them could be see roaming free of the queen’s clutches.

A quick dive into the vents and Luna slithered with the stealth of a panther to a position above Chrysalis’ office, watching as the gruesome hag began to grope through a menagerie of dusted bottles that marked a cabinet along the wall, perusing through for something particular to suit her wicked fancy. Just what were in those vials, Luna could only fear to wonder. Poisons? Some sort of sick love potion? Sleeping draughts? The answer didn’t really matter; the warrior princess would ensure that nothing within could ever hope to harm another innocent soul again. Slowly, with more silence than even the grave, the powerful princess unlatched the grate on the vent beneath her and slid it aside, one last breath taken before she slipped out and took position behind her prey.

Chrysalis never suspected a thing, the entirety of her focus set solely on the contents of her nightmarish cabinet of toxins before at last settling a hand about the neck of one particularly luscious-looking bottle and making to set it atop her desk-

Luna’s knife came forth from its sheath, the smoothness of the blade reflecting the bright gleam of light from above and delivering a small prism to the corner of the wicked queen’s eye.

Both women froze; Luna felt her blood turn to ice, wondering how on earth she had managed such a catastrophic blunder. Chrysalis knew she was here, and there wasn’t a moment left to lose. If she managed to teleport away-!

The Changeling Queen reacted before the Princess of the Night had raised the tip of her blade, a snap of those fingers cracking like a whip across the silent air-

Luna drove the knifeblade forward towards Chrysalis’ back, a hand diving for the snapped hand so as to keep a grip on her flighty prey. Not now, after all this time hunting, would she let this foul demon of the underworld escape her clutches! Even as Chrysalis writhed against her, tried to keep herself away from the tip of that murdering weapon, still Luna would not relinquish even a single inch of ground. She just needed to get the filthy creature to the ground, one single moment of an advantage and the deed would be done-

A swift cut across fabric and the Changeling’s clothing was torn, the back of a dress cut through and turned to stitches. A bare miss of flesh that would have elicited a cry of pain, perhaps a momentary stagger-!

“No!” A coiled whip of bright light wrapped about Luna’s wrist, crackling with energy that broke the deadly hunt from the forefront of the warrior’s mind and turning her horror into a near-panicked frenzy. A new combatant, one that would assuredly tip the scales in Chrysalis’ favor-

“Twilight!” Luna stood as one of stone as she followed the sizzling rope of ethereal light to its source, the bright-lavender of magic thrown from the young woman’s palm and set about the moonlit woman’s knifehand. “Stand down NOW-”

“She’s not going to harm you!”

“Bullshit-” Her spare hand was raised to strike out, push this half-naked, hypnotized woman back-

The momentary distraction was all Chrysalis had required to survive the attempted assassination, and subsequently gain a permanent victory. Before Twilight’s protests could ring through the air and prevent it, a charged palm came upon the back of Luna’s head and made impact; the font of might made its impact known immediately, shooting across the mighty woman’s body and setting her senses to incapacitation. Eyes rolled back, limbs went limp, tension fell to nothingness as Luna was cast into unconsciousness and fell to the ground.

“No, wait- oh, dammit!” Twilight cried, scrambling to come between princess and earth so as to prevent further harm. “That was a horrible idea, why did you do that?”

“Forget that- are you hurt?” Chrysalis demanded.

“Why did you knock her out, now she’ll definitely think you’re trying to invade again!” Twilight, not injured in the slightest yet hopping mad, was staring at her beloved queen with no small measure of displeasure.

“She was going to attack you!” Chrysalis could hardly believe this was even a conversation at all; what else was she supposed to do to prevent harm befalling this cherished mind?

“Then just restrain her! Don’t go and…” Twilight looked ready to continue on in her diatribe, but seemed to think better of it and let her words while away in the form of a hissed sigh. “She’s not hurt, is she?”

Chrysalis was slow to soother her wracked emotions. An assassination attempt, and then an attempt to harm one of her beloveds was no small matter; the warrior prowess she normally possessed in battle had been left absent by the suddenness of the incident and she found herself strangely trembling. “S-she… no. Just unconscious. I doubt she will even awaken with a headache.”

“At least that.” Twilight gave a dreary groan and took temporary residence in the palms of her hands, most definitely not dressed for the occasion and left reeling by the vicious unraveling of events. “Oh, this is so bad.”

“She can’t be allowed to leave. Not without being convinced of the truth,” Chrysalis said, promptly beseeching the aid of her shocked companion. “Please tell me you have an idea of what we can do.”

“I do… but you’re going to have to be patient with me.”

“And that is because..?”

“Because it might take a bit before things gets fun.”

The first moments of her awakening were unpleasant. From what Luna could recall, there was no alcohol that could have gifted her with such a headache and she’d stolen from her sister’s private stores more than once. Her body was so sore that it could almost be a marvel to behold if she didn’t have to feel any of it, and the slow return of her senses to functioning form wasn’t something she was exactly pleased with. Vision was slow to lose its blur, the sensation of touch on her skin registered very little, and she wasn’t actually all that sure of where she was.

Maybe I’m dead. Oh gods, that would be a relief. Anything had to be better than this.

“Oh, thank goodness- she’s awake!” The ringing voice that called to somewhere she couldn’t see was like the sound of a massive bell that crashed beside her ears, the unforgiving vibrations of noise rocking her brain and setting out pulsewaves of pain across her skull. She just wanted silence, for just a few moments…

“Ow…”

“Luna, you’re alright! Are- what’s hurt?” A little more cognition returned to her, the voice now recognized as belonging to Twilight. Maybe the pressure that was on her wrist belonged to that pleasant young woman as well.

“Everything,” Luna whispered, the loudest she could manage without inflicting pain upon herself.

“I knew it.” Twilight’s tone was flat and furious. “And here she’d promised that- you promised me you weren’t going to hurt her!”

“I didn’t hurt her!” another person said hotly, beautifully adorned in dark-green and standing across from Twilight in what seemed to be a battle of personalities. “I kept my word, she never felt a thing.”

“Then why is she complaining of a headache?” The demand was bold, and immediately met by a cascade of silence, only the huff and sounds of shamefaced laughter absent to respond to the moment. Luna’s mind did not yet recognize to whom Twilight was speaking, but she wanted to say that it wasn’t anyone trustworthy- or safe to be near.

“… I didn’t do it on purpose,” said the newcomer meekly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry, for goodness’ sake,” Twilight chided. “Chrissy, I know you didn’t mean to, but still.”

“Yes, yes,” said the other woman hurriedly. “I’ll ask Fluttershy to bring a distillation that will dispel the physical ailments, I promise. And Princess Luna… though you did try to kill me, I apologize for the discomfort you likely are now enduring.”

Then she remembered; a flash of a knife, a coil of rope like lightning, a shattering across the back of her head as though pottery had been taken to her. The other person speaking was Chrysalis.

Pain be damned. Luna lunged from the place where she sat and tried to reach out for that miserable throat and see it properly crushed between her hands, only to immediately find that they had been bound along with her entire body, a chair tied to her form and keeping her from movement. Not even an ounce of her magic could seep through, her binds woven with the indelible fibers that only another great magic-user could conjure; Twilight had forged these, and the likelihood that Luna would manage to burn these away was minimal at best.

“Shit.”

“Those binds could be only a temporary issue if you’re willing to listen to me,” Chrysalis began, coming a bit closer and forcing the captured princess to focus upon her. “Know this: I have no interest in harming you whatsoever, and I have no desire to keep you here against your will. But until I know for certain that you are not a threat to my children, I can’t let you walk free. Do not deny a mother the right to protect those she brought into the world.”

So even this serpent wanted to safeguard their own bloodline. Would Luna acquiesce to such a demand? Her answer came swift, a formed ball of spittle flying fast and striking Chrysalis across the cheek, the warrior princess defiant even in her chains. At first, there was not even the slightest reaction to her outburst, dead silence shared between captor and victim. Then Chrysalis wiped away the physical insult from her cheek with a solitary finger- and then sucked the digit dry. “I’m kinkier than you,” she said flatly.

Luna felt her stomach flip, an instinctive reaction that only brought displeasure. She wasn’t supposed to think that was hot.

“Now, unless you want me to suck you dry, I’m hoping that you will let me speak as to the reasons behind your current captivity,” the dark queen continued. “No one here in this place wishes for violence, and I pray that the same can be said for you. I am not your enemy, nor you mine.”

“Oh piss off!” Luna snarled, stressing her binds though she knew it to be futile; any ounce of defiance that she could summon came strong. “The only reason you’re alive is because you’ve already brainwashed the most powerful people in the kingdom-”

“Brainwashed?” The challenging tone now came from Twilight who stared down at Luna with displeasure. “Luna, do you actually think I’m not here of my own will? That I’d really be that stupid?”

Stupid? No. Brainwashed? The thought wasn’t far from her mind at all. “Of course she’s fooled you! What good is brainwashing if you don’t believe in your own free will?”

“This is going about as I expected,” Twilight sighed. “Chrissy.”

“Yes, Twilight?”

“Where was I all of last week?”

“At home. You’d gone back to reorganize the library, or at least that’s what you told me,” Chrysalis answered.

“And what have I been doing this weekend?”

“You were teaching nature conservation to the group that chose to live in the villages outside Vanhoover. And -I’m sorry if I get this wrong- dendrology as well? Was that what you called it?”

“No, you got it right. The study of trees,” Twilight said, then turning back to Luna. “We’ve been trying to teach an assortment of new trades depending on where they’re heading to in the next few months. It’s not enough to just look after themselves, we thought it best that they’re able to benefit those around them, too. You know… contribute.”

Luna stared at Twilight in stark horror, the deadly weight of this new betrayal unlike anything she’d suspected. After all those years of devoted loyalty to princess and kingdom, Luna would never have imagined that such a steadfast spirit would so easily be seduced to wickedness. “You’re helping them invade,” she breathed.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, did you listen to a word I said?” Twilight asked, even her patience beginning to run thin. “No, I am not.”

“You’ve turned against my sister- against me!”

“No, I haven’t. Luna, I promise I’m on everyone’s side here,” the young princess insisted. “Chrysalis isn’t evil, nor are her children. I’ve been doing my best to help the children learn a good semblance of normality, and that’s all.”

“Then why are you here? And dress like that!” Twilight’s gown wasn’t exactly her usual attire, the heavy blackness of the ballgown giving her a much more potent allure to coincide with a dark formality. It was too elegant, and just a little too sultry, for the moonlit warrior to believe her words.

Chrysalis peered at Twilight from behind, and then grinned. “I like her butt,” she said simply. “And so do the girls.”

“Oh, it’s nice to know I’m only wanted for my looks,” Twilight remarked drily, though she allowed a small grin to grace her lips. “I feel so valued, thank you.”

“And for your splendid mind, of course,” Chrysalis added, leaning in to close the gap between she and her willing victim. “May I never be without it…”

Luna squeezed her eyes shut as she recognized what was about to occur. She didn’t want to see such an act of betrayal intensified, not this mockery of her imprisonment that came at the hands of one she’d once called friend. She could hear the kiss come to its fullness and she tried so hard not to wince- and then for some reason she wasn’t quite sure of, allowed her eyes to open just a slit and caught full view of Twilight and Chrysalis’ embrace, an obviously romantic gesture as the smaller woman swooned in the foul queen’s arms.

Chrysalis, perhaps sensing an audience, opened her eyes and caught sight of Luna’s unbidden yet probing gaze. And so she gave her a wink.

Luna huffed and forced her eyes back to an intense blackness that sparked lights and pinwheels in the darkness. She hadn’t meant to do it.

“Umm… sorry,” Twilight said as the sweetened kiss ended, face somewhat flushed from the sudden loss of control to her desires. “It’s a habit, didn’t mean t- Luna, will you let me make sense of all of this for you?”

“Why her? Why the Bearers?” Luna challenged of Chrysalis, ignoring her once-friend’s willing aid. “You chose them for a reason. Explain this to me!”

Chrysalis opened her mouth to speak and then just as promptly sealed her lips, forced to ponder the question with more mental fortitude than she had perhaps expected. “That- hmm.” The query seemed to genuinely stump her. “I… and it’s not reached out to anyone else but the Ladies… I do not know. Fluttershy was the first, then Rarity- after that, it seemed to happen just naturally. Twilight, did you ever have a hypothesis?”

Twilight gave a short, nervous giggle. “Well, as far as I can assess, it was because we all, well, harbored some level of feelings for one another. And since we never did anything about it, they just festered. Until we met you, of course, and then they seemed to take root. And I guess as each one of us came to you, the more we all became intertwined- with Chrysalis at the center.”

“And thank heaven for it,” Chrysalis sighed, her expression now dreamy as recollection of warmth and feeling seemed to consume her. “I’ve never actually felt so good in my entire existence. They’re all gorgeous, Luna, and I get to share love with them whenever we wish. It’s just as fun to see the girls share it between themselves as it is to partake, and I just-” Chrysalis affectionate words simply fell away into a wispy sigh. “Life is perfect.”

Luna wasn’t at all sure she’d actually heard it right; the scenario was believable, but the persons involved was a little less so. “Twilight, are you in a harem?” And deep in the back of her conscious thought came a small whine of protest: Why didn’t I make one for myself already? I had one before.

“I prefer different terminology to describe the current situation. A polyamorous relationship would likely do it more justice,” Twilight replied briskly.

“So a harem.”

The young woman glowered at the dry remark. “Are we just going to be difficult all day, then? You don’t have to be tied up if you’ll just play fair.”

“I’m going to get out of here,” Luna assured her, “whether you help me or not. And when I do, I’m going to raze this nest to the ground.”

“You see, that sort of thing isn’t helping you,” Chrysalis remarked. “I have no quarrel with you, but you keep threatening to murder my children. Of course I’m not going to let you go.”

“Luna, I get that you’re mad, but please understand no one here is going to let you commit genocide.” Twilight added. “Just… please. Try to understand. Doesn’t Chrysalis deserve a chance to prove herself, like you did?”

The point was fair, but perhaps not welcome. Luna resisted the message with her best efforts and determined herself not to look at any of her captors. It is a genuine point, though. I hate to say that it might be worth considering.

“It is late. What more words that could be said will have to wait until morning,” Chrysalis declared. “Now, I do not plan to keep you bound to that chair for the rest of the night- hospitality would rather forbid it. But to say that I let you go free would still be foolhardy.”

“So please, do all of us a favor,” Twilight said as her hands set to Luna’s binds, “don’t start a fight. It’s late, I’m tired, and I had to leave Rainbow and Rarity hanging. Tonight has been a nuisance enough.”

Luna found herself caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure that overcoming even one of them was feasible when she would have to somehow outmatch the other simultaneously. Twilight was a monstrous force to be reckoned with, and Chrysalis had displayed her battle prowess once already; this wasn’t a battle she thought she could win. With little else to do than comply, Luna was led from her place of imprisonment and out into the halls of the nest, she doing her best to take in as much of her surroundings as possible. The place was definitely an old munitions warehouse, converted into what looked like a nightclub. Comfortable, with plenty of room below that likely had been altered with a nest in mind. Just what were they up to here, if not imminent attack?

“Chrissy!” The soft sound of Fluttershy’s voice came to her ears and Luna turned to see the sweet-faced maiden making her way toward them, seemingly concerned about something. “I was hoping I’d catch you first- is everything alright?”

“Both Twilight and I are unharmed,” the darkened queen promised her, a hand reaching out to greet the young woman. “Luna, I hope, will be able to say the same come morning.”

“If you’re taking her to one of the guest lounges, Rarity just finished preparing the Magnolia Lounge for her,” she offered. “I think everything should be ready.”

“That is wonderful to hear, thank you for letting me know.”

“Oh, just thank Rarity. It was her idea,” Fluttershy said before turning to Luna and giving a small bow. “I’m sorry you have to visit like this for right now. I promise it’ll all make more sense in the morning when we can show you what’s been happening here.”

Luna cared not for the young woman’s words, but instead studied every ounce of expression her features portrayed. A trace of the unusual, the static and dazed that so often spoke to hypnosis or control- not an ounce of it to be seen, only adding to the strangeness of the whole scenario. Why, of all places were they choosing to be here- and with Chrysalis, of all people?

“These shall be your quarters for the night,” Chrysalis announced as they came to a door bearing the sigil of a flower. “Twilight, if you would do the honors?”

Luna bit back her displeasure as she watched the powerful enchantress perform her marvels, knowing just what kind of seal had been placed upon the room within. Escape in the dead of night had just been taken from her. For now, she would have to wait out and see just what Chrysalis was really up to.

“We’ll have a long day tomorrow, Luna,” Twilight told her. “Please, get some rest.”

She was surrounded, and no other options were afford to her. Luna forsook her rebellious nature and took the path of compliance, striding through the door and into her temporary dwellings. Rather than the dingy quarters she had expected, the room seemed rather comfortably furnished. A luxurious bed that sat against the wall, a nightstand bearing a pitcher of water beside it. A table bearing a tray of food sat not far away, and the lighting within the place was homey and soothing. It wasn’t what she’d expected at all- nor had she expected the elegantly dressed woman that stood there in the center of the room awaiting her.

“Princess Luna! It’s wonderful to see you again,” Rarity declared, striding towards the captured warrior with an elegance that only a great lady of court could hope to rival. “My apologies for the circumstances in our meeting, of course, but still. I hope you find everything to your liking!”

Luna gave something of a start at the sight of the beautifully dressed fashionista, trying to ignore her loveliness and the warmth with which she greeted her. Multiple apologies for her capture, a private room fully furnished, and a lady to greet her and see to her needs. It was as though the situation kept finding ways to be even more bizarre. “What are you doing here?”

“I am the Lady of the House, you see. All guests, decorum, and hospitality fall under my responsibility,” Rarity explained. “And so since you are our latest guest, my current responsibility is you! Please, let me know if there’s anything you need to make your quarters more comfortable.”

“Some malt whiskey?” Luna replied drily.

To her great surprise, Rarity promptly nodded in response. “I do believe we just received a fresh stock earlier today,” she said. “Do you have preference for rye or buckwheat?”

Luna knew her preferences, but the fact that they were to be satisfied wasn’t what she’d expected. “Uh- rye. Wait, you get liquor delivered here?”

“It is a nightclub, darling,” Rarity answered. “Perhaps not open to the general public at the moment, but one all the same. I’ll bring it for you right away.”

Luna’s stay felt more like the visit of a diplomat than as a prisoner of war. Fine quarters, dutiful attendance by a beautiful woman, and even her favorite liquor. How was she supposed to view this? They can’t actually be telling the truth, can they? Before Rarity could pass her by, a pair of arms reached out and took the elegant woman captive, holding her fast where she stood. “What is really going on here?” The moonlight princess demanded. “Chrysalis- is she a threat?”

Rarity didn’t seem to want to answer, her mind focusing more on Luna’s physical form than anything she had to say. “Ooh,” a breathy sound escaping her lips as her hands delicately traced along toned muscle. “Darling, you… my, you do look after yourself.”

Luna wanted to be distracted by that; whether it be how she was dressed or Rarity’s great beauty that was taking her attentions didn’t seem to matter. But she forced herself to remain focused and gather what information she can. “Why are the Changelings here? What are they planning to do?”

Rarity looked perfectly keen on continuing her admiration of Luna’s figure, her eyes moving away from the fitter functions to more feminine, sensuous delights. “I… we’re hoping they’ll be able to simply have a normal life,” she said faintly. “Little nests and loves of their own. Families, if they wish it. Luna, I just- may I?”

The continued adoration this splendid woman was intent on gracing upon her was difficult to resist; the impulse to allow something extremely stupid was almost impossible for Luna to ignore, her self-control eroding somewhat as she felt that desire of physical worship to increase a little more. “Just for a moment,” she said, unable to bite the words back that so easily flew from her lips.

Rarity glowed at the permissions, her hands weaving across Luna’s body freely as they assess and caressed everything that tickled her fancy; a tone stomach was given the proper time for praise, a rather luscious pair of breasts were given gentle strokes- and even a knead for added measure. Try as the now-worshipped woman might, Rarity didn’t seem at all interested in stopping and Luna felt no inclination to make her do so.

When was the last time I was praised like this? Luna wondered. Gods, was it before I was banished? Why haven’t I tried to get a new harem assembled, come to think of it. Rarity’s continued self-indulgence wasn’t at all disagreeable to endure, and was doing a number on the warrior princess’ psyche. She rather felt like making sure it continued.

Rarity at last released herself from Luna’s grasp, a step back as she allowed her eyes to give one last glowing review. “Well, darling,” she said, her desire so obvious it may as well have been reverence. “I’ll have one of the attendants bring you your drinks in just a moment. Have a good night!”

It wasn’t a surprise to the gorgeous seamstress to find Chrysalis waiting for her outside the door, Rarity sealing the door back closed and allowing herself a moment to breathe. She hadn’t meant to treat herself for so long a time, but it had been impossible to resist the temptation. Luna’s physique reminded her of Rainbow’s, but possessing a more sultry appearance than her vibrant lover’s streamlined figure. And maybe a little wilder, too.

“You seem occupied,” Chrysalis noted, her own visage echoing that of her lover’s as their loving unity bound them to similar thought and mind. “Is there something you wish to tell me?”

“She is so sexy,” Rarity gasped, falling further into the depths of her sensuous longings now that she had been given the chance to do so. “Oh please, darling, tell me you wish for her to join the girls.”

“It’s all a matter of convincing her,” Chrysalis replied. “First, that I mean no harm to her or her kingdom. If she believes that… hopefully she’ll believe I want her, too.”

“I need to see her and Rainbow together,” Rarity said, allowing her fantasies to go into overdrive. A companion in her lusts was a delight to her spirit, inhibition was dropped to the wayside as she dreamed of a new heart with which she could share. “Oh good heavens, those two making love- they’d shake this places to pieces. I’d never see anything like it.”

“Well, then,” Chrysalis purred happily, “I’d say we have a goal to reach. Don’t you?”

Rarity smiled, eagerly awaiting the end result of her lover’s masteries. “Shall I tell Rainbow you want her to join in on the fun?”

“And with no reservation. Let’s see just how wild the Princess of the Night can be.”

Luna awoke slowly, though it did not take long for her slumbering senses to awaken and take heed of some manner of commotion nearby. There was movement- human movement, if she had to take a guess. But why was she registering movement and motion anywhere around her? Her bedchambers were rather secluded- come to think of it, she wasn’t at all sure that anyone but Celestia and her guard captain knew where her bedchambers even were. What the hell was going on?

An eye cracked open and took in her surroundings registering both walls, ceiling, and scenery as something unfamiliar. Oh. Yeah. That whole imprisonment and captivity thing that was somehow rather comfortable. And of course Chrysalis had a harem of hot women while she was relegated to the realms of public decency, life just wasn’t fair. Why hadn’t she just gone ahead and made one privately? Like she needed her sister’s permission or anything-

“Oh, forget this,” the sleep-deprived Princess grumbled, burdened down by rest and all its comforts that came upon her bones. She’d slept in a bed for the first time in ages, and that was the reason for her strange emotions that had come with her awakening. But as to the noise… she turned her head to the side and saw that she did indeed have company: a lone woman was swiftly running through a great number of push-ups with ease, a routine that seemed so fluid even with such marvelous speed.

That person was Rainbow Dash, Luna soon realized. And she was completely naked.

Perhaps the change in breathing had alerted her, or that unconscious sensation of eyes gazing upon flesh. Rainbow took heed and turned to face her solitary companion and realized that she was no longer alone in the realms of consciousness. “Oh hey, you’re up!” Rainbow called, bringing her vicious workout to a halt. “Morning! Looked like you were racking up Z’s something hard, guess it’s been a while since you slept this good.”

That was the truth, but Luna was too confused as to the nudity of her current companion. Not that she minded; though about as flat as a surfboard, Rainbow’s toned and fit figure was something to admire. But was that what she wanted to think about this early? I mean, a little, yeah. Shit, when was the last time I had girls to awaken me every morning?

“Rainbow?”

“Yes, your Princess-ship?” Rainbow asked coyly, perhaps knowing full well what was coming next.

Luna sighed, forcing herself to be a little reasonable. “Why are you naked?

Rainbow surveyed the room and gave a shrug. “… Why aren’t you naked? You were alone.”

“Apparently not!”

“I came in like ten minutes ago, hold your horses,” Rainbow replied. “Come on, it’s almost noon. You’ve been sleeping like a rock and I bet you’re gonna want something to eat.”

That answered none of Luna’s questions, but such things were difficult to combat when one side treated them as a non-issue. With a groan that spoke to her ragged weariness, Luna gave a stretch and rose from her bed. “Where is Rarity? Didn’t she say guests were her responsibility?”

Rainbow sighed. “They’re sure as hell supposed to be,” she answered. “But- she and the others are a little busy teaching today, and since I just keep the girls safe, I’m here with you. Besides,” she added with a grin, “Rarity said you had great tits. Figured I’d have to see for myself.”

No filter, and absolutely no qualm with giving voice to her desires. Luna was both surprised and unsurprised that Rainbow of all people had no problem speaking her mind. “And you think that is appropriate to say because..?”

“Cause you were checking out Rarity yesterday. At least you’ve got good taste,” Rainbow answered. “Come on, I’m supposed to escort you to your meal, and I’m starving too. Why don’t you hurry and get a shower so we can get moving?”

“Why don’t you turn around and let me spank that ass, if we’re going to give orders around here?” Luna challenged. Not one accustomed to being told what to do, the idea of Rainbow controlling her schedule rather galled her.

To her surprise, Rainbow shrugged and simply turned about, fully flashing herself and all assets that came with her form without a moment’s hesitation. “Feel free to enjoy the view. I know a few girls who do already,” came the prismatic woman’s reply.

Luna found herself smirking, instinctual reaction rather than any level of good sense. A quick shake of her head threw those thoughts away and she tried to remember what was up next for her captivity. “You mentioned a shower?” She rather wondered if Rainbow would demand to join her- or maybe hoped.

“Towel’s on the rack already, and clean clothes are in the dresser,” Rainbow said, turning around and not showing an ounce of shame. “Rarity thought of everything last night. I swear she’s uncanny.”

“Very well, then,” Luna said, striding towards the nearby bathroom before pausing at the threshold. “Are you joining me, or something?”

Rainbow smirked. “Want me to?”

Luna wasn’t sure she wanted to honestly answer that question just yet. “Sure.” Oh damn you.

Rainbow’s grin split and grew wide, eyes alight with eager excitement. “OK, then,” she said, promptly coming to Luna’s side and preparing for a relaxing start to the morning. “I probably need it, anyway. I never smell good after a workout.”

The shower was a rather pleasant experience, Luna eventually realized. The comfort of warm water to purify her skin was nice enough, but the comfort of company within it was something she hadn’t realized that she could miss. Her younger days were often full of attendants and concubines- a period of life that felt more akin to memory. But with Rainbow there, eyeing her hungrily with every lather, the elder days felt a little less long ago than before. Luna didn’t mind all that much that the prismatic athlete’s gaze continued to look upon her, unabashed even when caught in the act. Though the spacious shower gave them ample room for personal space and Rainbow kept her distance, Luna didn’t mind the occasional bump. Fresh, soaked skin of a powerful woman against her own- and Rainbow keen on contact…

“Come on,” Rainbow said, departing from the shower and giving her vibrant spectrum of hair a quick shake. “I think they should be getting done fairly soon, and I’m starving. You coming?”

Luna fell into old habits as she reacted to the question, giving Rainbow Dash a quick spank on the bottom and replying, “Bring your Princess to the feast!” It was only right after that she realized what she’d just done: a loss of control, and a little too much self-indulgence.

Rainbow, however, didn’t seem to mind. “Oh damn,” she said in a voice tinged by laughter. “Never had it the other way around! Kinda nice.” She eyed Luna keenly, pausing there as her naked form still remained dripping wet. “So are we heading out, or waiting a little bit?”

Luna knew exactly which she preferred. But she went to her awaiting meal instead.

“Greetings, Princess,” Chrysalis declared as Luna entered the dining hall floor, the proud queen seated at the prime table with Rarity by her side, Twilight sorting through a veritable mountain of papers and preparing for departure back to the private lounges. “I trust you slept well? Rarity has a knack for a guest’s preferences.”

The tone with which she greeted Luna was polite, formal; the lack of hostility that Chrysalis dealt with her continued to keep the princess off her guard and wondering what was really going on behind the scenes. Were they hiding something sinister?

“I hope Rainbow Dash did not cause you any trouble when you awoke,” Rarity added, offering a seat to her beloved as the (unfortunately) now-clothed athlete came to join them.

“Hey, I’m a great hostess!” Rainbow countered, giving the seamstress a teasing poke to the arm. “Just because I’m not you doesn’t mean I’m a moron.”

“Where are the others?” Luna asked, slow to take the offered seat amidst such potentially dangerous persons. She certainly felt outnumbered- though perhaps not threatened.

“Twilight’s work with our second-tier group has just concluded,” Chrysalis answered. “Pinkie Pie is typically occupied with overseeing the kitchens and all culinary activities, more so today due to her latest class of students.”

“And Fluttershy?” She wanted to know specific locations, even if they were a lie. The moment she had a chance to send word and see them rescued… if they’re comfortable with being a harem like this, why change that?

“She and dear Applejack are at Sweet Apple Acres for the afternoon,” Rarity said. “The orchards need pruning, and some degree of pest control. The agricultural classes tend to be a boon to morale, you see.”

“Classes.” Luna felt perplexed by the third mention of such a thing in so short a time, mystified as to their true meaning. “About what?”

“For my children,” Chrysalis explained. “A means of replacing our skills in subterfuge- and thievery. A metamorphosis into something new; the more they learn of being people, of truly interacting and working alongside others… the more we hope a new normality will take hold.”

“To what end?” Luna challenged. “Replacement? Invasion?”

Chrysalis shook her head. “Life. Peace. Genuine love, if they can manage it. Those choices are up to them, but we wish to see them given skills that can be used away from here.”

“To… build new nests?” Luna asked, doubt beginning to weave its way into her assumptions. Chrysalis was answering swiftly, a difficult thing to do if these were lies made up on the fly; what sort of transformation had overtaken the Changeling Queen?

“In a sense, perhaps,” the queen replied. “But not how this place was designed. For them, it will be a new way of life. They will be progenitors of a new species, born from the ashes of the Changelings.”

“So… what are you, then?”

Chrysalis pondered the question, perhaps struggling with a proper answer that would define an entire race in the mind of one of the mightiest women on earth. “I… hope that we’re just people,” she said at last, unable to find anything else to say. “The same as anyone else.”

Luna wasn’t quite yet sure what to believe, but she found herself being swayed by what seemed like genuine sincerity on Chrysalis’ part. Acting more as a concerned parent than a regent, invested in making a better future for her children… if it were an act, it was a very good one. “I want to see some of what you’ve done,” she remarked. If this entire conversation was merely further deception, she at least would find out soon enough.

“We can drop in on Applejack and Fluttershy after the meal, if you’d like,” the darkened royal replied. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you looking in.”

“Who is your chef?”

“Pinkie Pie- or at least, Pinkie will have overseen this meal,” Rarity said, eyeing the kitchen doors which seemed to just barely hide a flurry of activity. “They’ve been coming along wonderfully, this group has been quite adept at the culinary arts. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Luna wanted to give a response in return but found her voice swallowed by a crashing sound that was the kitchen doors being flung open with force; out before a parade of dining trays sprung a frizz-haired woman who seemed to shine with vibrancy, Pinkie Pie declaring to the inhabitants of the dining hall, “Who’s hungry for some home cooking?”

Luna wanted to keep her suspicions intact, but again found them battered by the new sensation of finely crafted food wafting towards her. The scent was intoxicating, especially after months out on the lam where only rations were there to sustain her. This high-class meal that came towards her, in the arms of lovely serving girls, was painfully enticing.

Pinkie led her entourage of student chefs over to the awaiting table, motioning for them to lay down plates of food that would tempt palates to satisfaction. With a small hop and a smile on her face, the bright-haired woman came into the awaiting lap of Chrysalis and took the queen in her arms, the overt familiarity seemingly a thing of consistency between the two. “Hi,” she said sweetly, giving her body a shake and letting the rather thin dress she wore be pushed to a strain. “Hungry, babe?”

“Hmm… for the meal, or for you?” Chrysalis asked, giving her lover’s bottom a quick knead.

“Right now? Lunch- but tonight…” With a lack of shame that could only be admired, Pinkie ensnared Chrysalis’ lips in a passionate, sloppy kiss that consumed the attention of all those seated as queen and lover allowed themselves a sweet, sultry moment. Rarity eyed Chrysalis’ weaving hands with a longing to feel them on her own skin; Rainbow simply zeroed in on Pinkie’s thighs, and all the delicacies that lay between them.

Luna found herself struggling. Shock at the open sensuality displayed by the two women, and the blatant desire at her fellow spectators was something she hadn’t seen before. Though if she were honest with herself, the reason being was that anytime she’d ever been in a similar scenario was when she’d been in Chrysalis’ place. Adored by a bevy of beautiful women, united in a hunger for one another-

Chrysalis opened her eyes and again caught the moonlit princess gawking at her blatant acts of sapphic affection; her long tongue still tangled with that of Pinkie’s own succulent morsel, she gave a sharp wink.

Luna scowled and forced herself to turn away, forced down by the shame of discovery and burden of memory. It’s not fair.

“Just tease all of us, why don’t you?” Rainbow remarked as queen and consort at last relinquished their bonds of love. “Jeez, Pinkie. Play fair.”

Pinkie smiled, set aglow by the outpouring of affection that came in from every direction. “You can always join in anytime, Dashie,” she teased. “You know you never need to ask if I’m in the mood.”

“Ladies, perhaps this is not table conversation?” Rarity remarked, even though her gaze continued to linger on Chrysalis’ delectable form. “After all, we have a guest- and we’ve our own chambers for such intimate conversations…”

There looked to be a willing protest from both chef and athlete, but Chrysalis’ resigning sigh overtook them all. “The Lady of the House has spoken,” she said. “Another time, perhaps. Tonight, if possible. But for now-” She raised her glass to Luna, who still remained distracted by a grievous internal conflict. “To peace between peoples.”

Luna forced herself to meet the gesture with a raised glass of her own, wondering why heaven had decided she needed to be mocked today.

Her day went by in a strange mixture of turmoil, confusion, and a delight that should have been utter disappointment. The meal was splendid, Pinkie’s continued care for the development of the kitchen staff producing magnificent results that Luna found herself struggling to compare. Perhaps not since her younger days could she find something quite as good, and so she simply decided to be grateful that such fare was put before her now. Though still somewhat distrustful, she continued to watch the banter and friendly chatter between Chrysalis and her many loves, senses primed to catch even the slightest falsity or hint of deception. The princess’ more combative side found only disappointment rather than any real sign of malice- her more personal thoughts continued to fall deeper into envy.

As promised, Chrysalis’ guiding hand took them away from the nightclub and to the sunlit rows of trees that made up Sweet Apple Acres, the orchard brimming with life as scores of the queen’s children scurried to and fro on some errand or activity. Some tended to the trees themselves as though a nursing mother with an infant child, and others took to the branches and leaves above in the acts of harvesting and pruning. A larger group, concentrated about the teaching duo of Applejack and Fluttershy, were listening intently to each word with an attentiveness that seemed almost fanatical.

“They seem almost obsessed,” Luna whispered into Chrysalis’ ear, watching as every eye remained fixed on the two women even as their queen and mother approached them. “What on earth have they done to make your drones so fascinated?”

“Genuine affection. My ladies have treated them with a grace they’ve come to cherish,” Chrysalis said warmly, her gaze softened as she watched her children trail after the duo like lovesick puppies. “If you think this is fanatical, you should see them with Pinkie Pie. I think they like her more than they ever did me.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent amidst the rows of trees, whether it be in silence or in the company of Chrysalis’ warm-natured beauties, Applejack and Fluttershy the definition of courtesy in deference to Luna- and much to the warrior princess’ chagrin, lovingly romantic when turning to Chrysalis. As if the Changeling Queen somehow knew of Luna’s past, all her youthful romps and debaucheries that had once been delight to her soul, now turned against her and used as a means of mockery. Of course she has the most beautiful women in the kingdom as her girlfriends, Luna thought. Dammit, I should’ve just told decorum to go to hell and had myself some fun already.

“Applejack?” When they had taken some time to rest beneath the sheltering leaves of a much older apple tree, Luna found herself needing to inquire of the young blonde.

“Something wrong, Your Highness?” Applejack asked.

It probably wasn’t an appropriate thing to ask, but she had to know. “Do- did you want to be with Chrysalis? Purposefully, like you weren’t seduced or suckered in?”

Applejack held back a rather bashful smile, saying, “I… well, I was- I guess seduced is the right word. But it was a lot of fun. And it was something safe.”

Not the definition she’d expected. “Safe?”

“Chrissy helped me out with something,” the farmgirl continued. “A way to help me… erm, fantasize. And the other girls kinda just- kept making it better.”

Luna knew she really shouldn’t ask this one. “How so?”

Applejack blushed, but was unable to prevent the smile. “I- I love Twi’s butt. For one example.”

Luna forced herself only to give a nod. So unfair.

The return to the nightclub was suffering no matter which way the moonlight princess looked at it. Surrounded by beautiful women on every side, all of them eagerly affectionate with one another and all under the beck and call of another royal woman who seemed to be almost flaunting it. The dinner was another prime feast, but more difficult to enjoy; Luna could only watch and stew in her misery as the love nest seemed to overflow, every touch and caress that was shared between Chrysalis and her Ladies permeating the air like a perfume. Six- well, seven lovely women in total, and each gracing one another with an affection that was totally their own: Pinkie’s was physical and sensuous, Rainbow’s was brash and blatant, Applejack was quiet and intimate, Twilight displayed hers with spoken words more often than not, Rarity was romantic and tender, Fluttershy was sweet and sultry- and there at the center of it was Chrysalis, that same static loveliness with each of them.

Luna saw it all and hungered for what she’d been too late to claim for herself. She rather wanted to scream.

“Feeling like turning in early, huh?” Rainbow asked as Luna requested to be led back to her room. “Yeah, don’t blame you. A lot to take in, I’m betting.”

“To an extreme,” Luna said. “I have a great deal to think over.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Rainbow’s cheeky answer stirring some alarm bells. “Man, I bet it’s hard to watch us all together and not be a little jealous. And you’re seeing us in public!”

“Beg pardon?”

Rainbow grinned, eyes misting over with thoughts of lust and sexual satisfaction. “Oh yeah. Like, in private? Pinkie’s a freak in the sheets, girl’s the only one who can give me a run for her money. And Twilight- shit, she’s so fun to be with, you just cannot give her enough. Always begging for more, like being a princess upped her ante or something! And Applejack-!”

“I see,” Luna said, trying to hold her composure for a little longer and not put Rainbow to the immediate test. It could have been bearable if she hadn’t opened the door to her room and found Rarity already within, seemingly waiting for them both.

“Princess Luna! I trust you’ll be wanting a shower before turning in?” The elegant lady inquired, adorned in only a skimpy bathrobe that made Luna’s stomach turn. “Or would a more proper cleansing be suited to your tastes?”

Don’t do this to me. “A… cleansing?”

Rarity smiled, perhaps a little too sweetly. “Only if you don’t mind.”

Luna soon discovered that she did indeed mind, as a cleansing meant Rarity and Rainbow both were in the shower with her and cleaning her from head to toe. Their sopping wet bodies gleamed so brightly, Rainbow’s bronzed figure a perfect contrast to the flawless beauty that Rarity possessed. Curves met perfectly with seamless lines, lush breasts occasionally pressing against a flat chest; it was all a magnificent show, and Luna only felt tortured by it. They weren’t hers, and she hadn’t been invited in.

“I think she’s staring, Rainbow,” Rarity said in a stage whisper as they dried themselves off. “Goodness, her physique does remind me of you.”

“Hmmm… I can see it. You think she can fuck like me?” Rainbow replied.

“Ooh, Rainbow! Shame on you, that’s bedroom talk!” She gave her fellow Lady a swat that was blatantly playful, those jeweled eyes dazzling and eager for further teasing.

“Then I guess I need to take you to bed, don’t I?” Rainbow said, overwhelming Rarity with a kiss and proceeding to take the still-naked woman in her arms. “Oh- sorry, Luna, see you in the morning!” Without another word the lustful pair departed, a trail of giggles in their wake and leaving Luna absolutely squirming-

A part of her mind broke. She would make sure the morning was at least an interesting one.

Luna hated mornings. Being a Princess of the Night made such a thing easy to believe even in normal circumstances, but there was more to it than simple night and day. Mornings were the beginnings of preliminary action, the ceremonial tasks that demanded completion for the waking hours to truly begin. Morning meant routines, necessities- nothing of the things that one truly wished to do.

And this morning was no exception to the rule. She couldn’t keep track of how many times she’d awoken through the night with a stomach knotted by anticipation- no, hunger. Every so often the need would drive her to action and find herself checking to see if the locks on the door had been unlatched, always left unsatisfied. And, just as she had suspected, the seal Twilight had cast on the room itself remained impenetrable. Luna was not going anywhere unless she was kept under supervision. It’s exactly what I’d do, if I were them, she thought ruefully. Can’t say I’m not impressed.

Luna would be the first to admit her patience was not anywhere close to legendary; the more headstrong, emotive sister had always struggled with the waiting game. But this was unfair. They were deliberately keeping her waiting longer, forcing herself to remain in isolation when all she wanted was to get out. Surely they hadn’t made her wait this long before, right? This was intentional, a fasting of presence that was meant to antagonize. They were mocking her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Rainbow Dash and Rarity finally slipped through the door and came to seek out the moonlight warrior, both bearing the appearance of ones who enjoyed a long, exuberant night. Luna scowled; they had gone and enjoyed themselves together last night- and they wanted her to know it!

“Mmph… good morning, darling!” Rarity said as she entered, taking a moment to stretch herself and flaunt her fully ravished figure that was only just hidden beneath a flimsy nightgown. “My apologies for us not arriving sooner, we’ve had something of a late start ourselves. I hope you understand.”

“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t hear her last night. We just about shook the walls,” Rainbow commented, promptly receiving rolled eyes from the luxurious woman beside her.

Oh for heaven’s sake. “Is Chrysalis able to receive guests?” Luna inquired.

Rarity and Rainbow exchanged a look. “I… believe she would be,” Rarity answered slowly. “She said that there was some work that required her attentions in her office early this morning, I haven’t spoken to her since.”

“Take me to her.”

“Uh, she might actually be really busy,” Rainbow countered, though the denial in her voice rang a little too hollow for Luna to believe it. “You sure you’re not OK with waiting just a bit or-”

“Patience isn’t my virtue. I do need to talk to her, and sooner is better than later.” Luna couldn’t stand being locked in this room for another second, poked and prodded like a rat in a cage. “She and I have things to discuss.”

Rainbow turned to her beloved, the lead hostess and primary voice in the conversation. “Then we… shall go see if she can take visitors,” Rarity said, a small bite of the lip as though trying to hold back a smile. “Do you wish to change or prepare yourself at all, or just as is?”

“Now, please.” Damn, I hope that didn’t sound desperate.

“Very well, then. Please, follow me.” With a turn that was more a flourish, Rarity strode back towards the door with Luna just behind, Rainbow following after, guarding and examining the rear.

When they arrived at the door to Chrysalis’ study, Rarity paused outside and gave a knock. “Chrissy? Darling?” she called. “Are you busy in there?”

A moment of silence, though Luna’s heightened sense of hearing noted the shuffling of papers somewhere within. “Only somewhat, I’m almost finished,” came Chrysalis’ response. “Is something the matter?”

“Luna was wanting to speak with you. Do you have a moment?”

“Yes, of course. Send her in.”

Luna strode through the now-open door and surveyed her once-opponent that now sat beside a rugged wood desk, a pile of papers and folders there atop its face and set aside as the elegant queen turned her attentions to her guest.

“For a princess who bears the moon as her emblem, you’re up rather early,” Chrysalis remarked. “And I don’t sense hostility in you… I’m curious, what’s on your mind?”

Luna decided to forgo formality and just get to the point. “I want in,” she said.

Chrysalis eyed her. “I’m sorry?”

“The harem. The girls. I want in, I want them too,” Luna pushed.

“They’re not a harem, they’re just my-”

“Fine! Poly, girlfriends, concubines- whatever. I don’t care, they’re hot, and I want to be in bed with all of them at once,” Luna cut through. “Just let me in, we’ll share, whatever works.”

Chrysalis remained still where she sat, seemingly still confused by the suddenness of the outburst. “And… me and my children, as for us..?”

“You’re fine. Obviously not gonna hurt anybody, you haven’t brainwashed anyone- just let me fuck already!” Luna felt herself seething, spirit positively frothing as she thought of the bevy of women who were all too desirable to resist.

Chrysalis pondered the thought for a time. And then-

“No.”

Luna deflated faster than a popped balloon. “Excuse me?”

“No,” Chrysalis echoed. “You see, I’m not the sharing kind, and I can’t just speak for all the girls at once. That’s not how it works.”

“Oh come on! I’ve been without a harem for over a millennium, why do I have to settle for monogamy when you don’t?!” Luna snarled. “It’s not my fault you just happened to choose the most beautiful women in the world, why can’t I join in? I’m not taking them from you!”

“I just can’t speak for all of them at once. Yes, it’s polyamorous- but there’s some level of exclusivity in there,” Chrysalis replied. “I love those ladies. It’s more than just their loveliness that binds me to them.”

“Oh please just let me join in,” Luna said, reduced to begging far more quickly than her pride could have anticipated. “I am desperate for those girls, I will do anything to just have a taste!”

Chrysalis paused. “Do anything, you say?”

Luna knew that look, the subtle gleam in one’s eye when interest was piqued. “What’s the offer?”

Chrysalis let her gaze fall across the fullness of Luna’s form, a slow examination from top to bottom. “I might just share-”

“Oh thank god-”

“If you’re willing to share with me.”

Luna wasn’t sure she’d heard that from Chrysalis of all people. “I’m sorry?”

Chrysalis smiled and gave a luxurious sigh, unzipping her dress to let a magnificent pair of breasts spill forth and consume the fullness of the night princess’ attention, shifting her focus from multiple to singular in only a momentary span. “I hope you weren’t thinking of keeping yourself away from me, you know,” the sumptuous queen remarked. “I’d hate to think we couldn’t be friends- or so much more.”

“Chrys- are you really offering yourself to me?” Luna tried force her gaze to meet that of the blessed queen, but found herself continuously returning to those wondrous bosoms. Would it improper if she licked her lips?

“Like I said: I’m not the sharing kind,” Chrysalis said. “But if you want… I’d love to have you with me. A lover, a dear and beautiful companion, our bodies soaked and ravished by one another?”

Luna felt her mouth turn dry, her powerful form quivering with wild thoughts of anticipation. “And… umm- and your ladies? How do they fit in with- with me and you?”

“Rarity’s been fantasizing about you and Rainbow together. Right from the beginning,” Chrysalis purred. “But I think you and I sound even better… how about we prove it?”

Luna reached out and took Chrysalis by the arm, the two women interlocked and clearly ready for a most pleasurable struggle. “I hope you don’t want to take me to bed,” she said.

“Something better in mind?”

“Oh yes.”

The dining hall floor was bereft of lively activity as the morning began to pass by, only a few staffers cleaning up the crumbs and stains of early meals before turning to further tasks for the day. Dimly lit with only spare beams of brightness across the walls, the place still held to the sleepy quiet of a day that had not yet truly begun, the only real source of life to be found within coming from a secluded table in the back corner, a group of lovely young women deep in a hushed conversation.

“She wanted to see Chrissy already?” Twilight mused. “I figured she might hold out longer, I’m rather surprised.”

“It was the first thing she asked for when we dropped in to see her,” Rarity said, a small gleam of excitement within her eyes. “I think she’ll seek out Rainbow or myself first, truthfully.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because who could resist me?” Rainbow drawled, altogether confident in her favoritism. “I mean, it’s not like any of you can.”

“I dunno,” Applejack said, a remarkable interjection for one who’d been so quiet in such conversations. “She might think outside the box. You know?”

Curious eyes turned towards the oft-silent farmgirl, so much attention making her begin to squirm beneath the weight. “Applejack?”

The lovely blonde avoided eyesight. “I didn’t say anything. Forget it.”

Rarity’s puzzlement soon turned to mischievous delight. “Applejack, darling, are- well good heavens!”

The darkened room suddenly came alive as stagelights flashed to fullest life, illuminating the quiet hall and rousing the attentions of the few souls present, all the more so as the stage revealed the presence of life upon its brow, two forms entwined by the hand and stepping forth from the shadows; Chrysalis, still dressed in her morning gown and beautiful body alive with anticipation, and Luna- very obviously, most definitely naked.

Every pair of eye there could do little but gawk, the mismatched pair demanding all attention and focus by mere presence alone, curiosity ignited and left to wonder at what was to transpire before them. To the girls, Chrysalis’ concealed form was comfort and warmth, a romantic affection giving strength to pleasurable memory of what lay beneath soft fabric. But Luna-! Not an ounce of her hidden behind a veil but laid bare from tip to toe, that beautiful form that had been hardened by the wilds now gracing their eyes. As tall as Chrysalis she stood, fair skin that sought out only moonlight a beautiful contrast to the potency of strength that lay beneath, her physique more than a match for Rainbow’s sleek athleticism. Power rather than fleetness dwelled in her, and a luscious pair of breasts laid bare like a bow over wrapping. Dark hair that always shone now sparkled like a sea of stars beneath strong limelight, this last mark of beauty upon the blessed princess and transforming her into something so utterly decadent.

“You ladies ready for a show?” Luna called, her voice booming across the stunned dining hall and echoing throughout the depths of the nightclub. The sound set stomach to rumbling, hearts to aching; all who heard it fell under her spell, the blatant desire within too potent to resist. This was to be something different.

Without another word, Luna turned to her partner and took her hands to Chrysalis’ gown, undoing the zipper and pulling downward, the contents of the sumptuous queen’s chest spilling out and taking center stage. Keeping herself concealed just behind, Luna continued freeing the eager woman from her entrapments piece by piece, each new exposure of flesh sending those present into further depths of shock; a dress pulled down and thrown aside to let her form breathe freely, thigh-high socks sliding off smooth legs and tossed out towards those on the hall floor. There stood Chrysalis before them, utterly naked and not an ounce hidden away from view.

Luna caressed that lavish figure, holding to her from behind as her hands wove their way across Chrysalis’ bare skin. Beautiful breasts that demanded attention received them, forceful kneads of bosom that soon became a consuming act of sensuous worship; Luna did not wish to leave them, reveling in the feel of such mounds within her grasp as kneads took on a wild rhythm. She squeezed, she pinched, she tweaked- all because she could not resist the temptation. Chrysalis’ beautiful, wondrous breasts were there in her hands and she loved it-

A small sigh of pleasure, escaping the darkened royal’s lips and streaming out into the air, shook the princess’ attention. Chrysalis was enjoying the act, the attention; why not give her something worth making noise over? While one hand remained in its place, the other dove down between thighs and found a silken, slickened snatch- and there her fingers dove! A swift, deep slice in between before surfacing, just a teasing as they came upwards and found a pair of awaiting tongues to seek out the honeyed flavor, both Chrysalis and Luna uniting in their thirst as slavering mouths sought to devour.

So deep were they in their actions that no attention was given to the growing crowd that sought them out, every eye fixated upon the playful pair and unable to look elsewhere. Chrysalis' Ladies delighted in the act, this sultry temptation a new adventure that enticed them- but to the denizens of the nest, their hunger was of a more voracious kind. Love being made before them, not in hints or wafts that could often be compared to scraps. No theft of love, no concealment of it, but love in full. Full, mighty, and overwhelming! The scent of it overloaded senses, the sound more beautiful than a symphony- and the sight all-consuming. They were rapturous, delirious, drunk on the sight of it, and the fun had only just begun.

A sound of fingers snapping echoed through the roaring crowd; a marvelous chaise lounge sprung forth from the ether and materialized on the stage, its purpose clear in an instant as the slavering pair fell atop it and continued their bout of play. Luna’s dominance in the matter came to a short halt as Chrysalis lay across her body, unrelenting in their entanglement of tongues that spilled over in their frolic. Mouths could not drink of one another deep enough, saliva mingling deeply and becoming thickened bands that bound them together; hands roamed wild and free across naked flesh, seeking perfect places for pinching and squeezing; bodies moved and writhed like the tide, pressing hard and loose against each other in a motion that was becoming swiftly incensed. Two mighty powers were bound together in a potent, marvelous display of sapphic action, and the sensation of so many eyes upon them only turned them all the more ravenous. So wound together by their lusts were they that no thought of cessation could cross a single mind; all that could come was more.

The cheer that came from the enthralled crowd became a deafening roar; Chrysalis, keeping Luna pinned against the chaise, wound herself about atop that powerful body until her lovely visage disappeared between toned thighs, clenching herself in place and promptly setting to work. The public act of love was met by a gasp on Luna’s end- and then she too ensnared Chrysalis’ lower body in her grasps, locking in and taking to awaiting folds with a fervor that could easily be described as violent.

After only a short time, the crowd was left reeling as Chrysalis suddenly seemed to struggle, body already trembling as Luna’s wild devourings began to overwhelm. Just how talented was the Princess of the Night that she could push their queen to the edge so swiftly? The thought was unthinkable- and oh so delicious! Yet somehow, even as that longing tongue continued its lapping across and through an eager sex, Chrysalis found her self-control and held on to the act of dominance that had set her atop. Subtlety and tenderness be damned, she would ravish!

Luna, ever-hardy princess of roaming wildlands, was not one to be satisfied with the small things. What restraint that Chrysalis would give to another was unnecessary here, she pulling at labia with the ferocity of a predator. Oh, how she loved this! More than her tongue and her lips could be put to use here, all of her body able to dive into this act of lovemaking. Luna wanted it rough, wild, unrestrained- so she’d give it just like that! Chrysalis poured herself into the act wherever she could, nibbling and biting, licking and kissing those juicy petals of female form with a deep and voracious hunger. She wanted to hear Luna scream, hear her roar-!

A sudden tremble and she knew what was to come- but not yet, not yet! Chrysalis took that first tremor and used its energy to charge her own efforts, diving so deep within Luna that she lost all thought of the outside world, knowing only those splendid folds until they rocked as though beset by a great earthquake. Even Luna’s hardened will could be eroded, time of absence and the queen’s skillfulness working their magic and sending her to ecstasy. Their beautiful duel of lusts could at last be made sweet, and so she held back no more and let herself feel the fullness of Luna’s efforts, a union of cries becoming a soft, heavenly sigh.

Away from the crowd of spectators that rejoiced in their queen’s conquering, hidden in the back of a once-darkened hall, came smaller sounds of happiness and desire, sweeter and gentler than the wild acts of lovemaking that had transpired before their eyes. Away flitted two of them, Rainbow and Fluttershy heading down the hallway towards more private quarters where they could disappear, each bound to the other and excited to spend their moments of love together. More eager -and far less subtle- were the entangled pair of Pinkie Pie and Rarity, the two unable to resist the urge in light of such public affection. Atop her marvelous lover did Pinkie sit, pulling down Rarity’s dress and taking plying hands to supple breasts as the two began to kiss in a wild display, tongues openly lathering their praises upon one another as their own act of love began- complete with their own spectator in Twilight, who simply decided to enjoy the show and plunged her hands down in between her legs, eagerly urging her lovers on.

Atop the stage, Chrysalis and Luna took a moment of reprieve, reclaiming lost breath and energy that had been expended into the ether. Luna’s mind was in raptures, memories of the recent and the long-forgotten blending together as sensations and feelings of former days returned in full. Too long had it been since she’d undertaken such an act; the feeling of so many eyes upon her, the utter loss of restraint and control… to call it heaven would simple not be enough.

“And here I thought you were made of sterner stuff,” came Chrysalis silken voice, a teasing tremor within it that matched the playfulness of her smile. “Princess Luna, I haven’t worn you out, have I?”

“Not even close!” Luna fired back, her body brimming with vigor. “I wanna wreck this place, turn it inside out- can we keep this going?”

“Until we make the walls shake,” Chrysalis said. “Now, why don’t you- oh!”

Luna took pause as she felt a firmer, yet softer touch against her face, a roughness of skin that gently caressed her skin as hands wove their way to her long hair; a quick look above and she saw the shining brightness of blonde hair, Applejack standing above her and looking uncertain even in the midst of her boldness.

“Sorry, Princess,” Applejack stammered, though not relenting in her tender embrace. “I just- is it alright if I-”

Luna reached out in an instant and pulled the tentative woman into a ferocious kiss, suckling on the stunned woman’s tongue so fiercely that she left the poor farmgirl gasping for air. “Sit on my face,” Luna commanded, “and make me drown.”

The morning had not gone yet, and there were many hours before the sun would even begin to rise once more. The day was going to be a long one.

So much for shortening the chapters. Damn it all.

Keep reading, I guess.