Reading Instructions:

It is highly recommended that this story be viewed in its intended, randomized format available in the previous chapter of this compilation. That said, to meet Fimfiction guidelines, it is presented here in text format. The scenes have been arranged aleatorically as is, but are better enjoyed with the intended 'per session' randomization

The bedroom is fit for a princess.

The walls are draped in frilly-looking decorations: multi-coloured weaves of fabric that hang down to the floor and give the appearance of butterfly-stolen silk. A four-poster bed is the centerpiece of the room, laden with fancy imported sheets and griffon-down pillows.

Princess Celestia sits at a wooden desk on the far side of the room. She’s hunched over the desk, staring at a piece of paper as though she’s expecting the words to appear of their own accord.

She sighs.

“Come now, Celestia; why the long face?”

Celestia spins around instantly. When her room is used to quiet and peace, that voice does not belong.

“Discord,” she says. Her tone still drips with ichor even after these many months.

“The one and only. I trust I wasn’t disturbing anything... though, I must say that glowering at that poor piece of paper doesn’t seem like the most enjoyable way to spend an evening.” Discord elongates his syllables in odd places, stretching them out like he’s fitting each one in his mouth before letting it loose. He hovers in the air, the lower half of his body on the side of the wall outside of Celestia’s room, his perpetually amused face and upper body poking inside.

Celestia glares at him, but reminds herself after a moment that she doesn’t need the full weight of her fury now. Things are supposed to be different.

“I would appreciate it if you would knock before entering, Discord,” she says.

Discord’s mouth turns up so much at the sides that it’s a wonder his smile doesn’t stretch past the corners of his head.

“Duly noted,” he says. His lower body extricates itself from the wall and enters the room proper. He floats lazily through the air, poking at the odd decoration with an outstretched finger.

“What is it you want, Discord? I’m in the middle of something,” Celestia says.

“I can see that,” Discord says. He stops and turns towards Celestia before lowering himself to the ground. “I suppose I’d hoped to catch you not in the middle of something... or at least not in the middle of something so rivetingly exciting.”

Celestia raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

“I don’t suppose you can pull yourself away from your ever-important work to spend a few minutes with little old me?” Discord asks.

“You may have a minute of my time. Is it something important?”

“Isn’t it always?” Discord pushes himself off from the ground and floats over to Celestia’s side, dragging his finger through the air as he grows closer to her face. The tip of his claw just misses the underside of Celestia’s chin, and she meets it with an uneasy eye.

“I was just thinking that you and I haven’t really spent any quality time together in ages. It’s been... what, at least two, three millennia?”

Celestia’s expression stays sour. “What do you mean?” she asks.

Discord rolls his eyes. “Come now, Celestia. Surely you don’t need me to spell it out for you. Look into your dictionary of subtlety. Haven’t you missed our time together, after all these years?”

Celestia turns abruptly and walks to the door of her bedroom. The door opens with a flash from her horn and she points past it with her hoof.

“Out,” she says.

“Oh, now really, I’m offended. Surely I wasn’t that bad?”

“This isn’t something I wish to discuss, Discord. That part of our past is long behind us.”

“Hmm, yes, it is, isn’t it?” Discord floats again, this time landing on his back on Celestia’s canopy bed. He supports his head with an arm bent at the elbow, and a rose appears suddenly in his teeth.

“Surely you must have some fond memories of our erstwhile trysts. That time in the Crystal Kingdom, with the carved fountain and the light that hit us from every angle; wasn’t it beautiful, Celestia?”

“Discord...”

But her horn shimmers, and the door closes again..

“You’re very pretty when you’re agitated, Celestia. I know you hate to hear it, but it’s true.”

Celestia doesn’t speak, but she turns her head further towards the bed, staring right into Discord’s face as he smiles at her.

“Think of it as a bit of relaxation, if nothing else. I don’t simply expect to float in here and pull you from your meticulous royal work for a night of unbridled passion—”

Celestia blinks, and suddenly Discord is missing from his place on the bed.

She feels something on her neck—the prickle of a claw touching her fur, and a face leaning close to her ear.

“Oh, who am I kidding? That’s exactly what I plan to do.”

Before Celestia can react, she’s on the bed, and the pillows at the head of the meticulously folded blankets bounce up as her body-weight rocks the mattress. She spins herself about as soon as she lands, but Discord is gone already, and then beside her, smiling.

“Discord...” she says again, her tone edged with warning.

“Now now, Celestia. You must surely know me well enough to know that I would never expect such a beautiful prize without doing something to deserve it.”

“I would not believe that for a second, Discord. Wouldn’t cheating be more your style?”

Discord holds a hand to his chest with a shocked expression.

“Cheating? Moi? You wound me, Celestia. I may enjoy bending the rules from time to time, but this is different. This is a game between the two of us, is it not? And you know when it comes to ‘us’ that I always play fair.”

Discord moves his hand from his chest and extends it towards Celestia.

Celestia eyes him for a moment before she raises her hoof. She places it in Discord’s claw with a nervous motion. He wraps his fingers around Celestia’s hoof and shakes.

“Wonderful! I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I do intend to hold you to that, Discord.”

For the first time, Celestia’s glower has softened into a smirk. Discord grins back at her.

“Ah, there’s the Princess I know. Yes, yes I’m sure you do.”

With the softening of her expression, Celestia’s posture relaxes as well. Still on her back, her limbs become less stiff, and she lets her legs rest on the bed, showing her soft, white stomach. A hint of blush creeps onto her cheeks as she realizes how exposed she is.

But Discord shakes his head.

“Ah, dear Celestia... as much as I might want to take you like this, it would be simply unbecoming as a beginning to the night. I said I would make this worthwhile, and I plan to adhere to that.”

Celestia blinks and Discord is gone again. She swivels her head in either direction looking for him.

He appears behind her, and his mouth is next to her ear again.

“Remember... with a little chaos, everything is much more interesting.”

Prance. The streets awash with wafting smoke and freshly opened bakeries, the city sidewalks lined with tiny round tables and the well-dressed ponies sitting at them.

Celestia y est, et Discord de l’autre côté. Celestia wears un pull à col roulé rayé blanc et noir et un béret enjoué, while Discord est vêtu d’un chapeau haut allongé et d’une mince moustache frisée qui s’enroule inégalement sur son côté droit. A cup of coffee sits in front of each of them, and a tray of pastries and baked goods in the center of the table.

Celestia prend une petite gorgée de son café and eyes the tray.

Discord raises an eyebrow at her.

“ Ah, Celestia, ma délicate fleur du matin, sûrement vous devez chercher à m’amuser en prétendant que vous puissiez être un match pour l’élongation biblique de notre sélection de pâtisseries.” Discord reaches to the center of the table and grabs a scone, curved like the shell of a sea-mollusk, or an organ with a natural bend.

Celestia smirks and lowers her coffee cup. Her horn glows and a giant croissant lifts off the platter, hovering in the air above her drink.

“ Discord, mon labyrinthe ambulant, mon coffre à jouets d’enfants toujours pas rangé … à présent, vous devez comprendre que le seule amusement que je vise à t’accorder est de mon propre gré. ”

Discord watches as, horn still glowing, Celestia floats the croissant over to her cup, tilts it upright, and dips the tip into her coffee for a few seconds. When she pulls the pastry out, la tête feuilletée est gorgée de torréfié foncé sucré, et elle relâche quelques gouttes dans la tasse, avec une ou deux qui s’échappent sur la nappe.

“Ça a l’aire délicieux, non ?” Celestia raises the croissant to her mouth. The end is still swollen, and she aims it squarely forward as she opens her mouth, distending her jaw until the tip of the giant thing can fit between her teeth. Au début, juste un tout petit peu entre à l’intérieur, but her horn glows further still, and more of the croissant moves, slowly disappearing. The flaky crust slides past Celestia’s lips and she closes her eyes. Elle fait un bruit autour de la pâtisserie artisanale dans sa bouche qui sonne comme un murmure de contentement sans équivoque.

Discord la regarde fixement.  Several ponies from nearby tables stop to watch as Celestia tilts her head back. Seul un quart du croissant est visible. A tiny fleck of pastry falls onto Celestia’s turtleneck as the last bit slips over her tongue and vanishes into her mouth and presumably down her throat.

Celestia licks her lips and swallows. Elle se penche vers l’avant avec une certaine lueur dans ses yeux

Behind Discord, not but three blocks away, ten construction ponies wipe the beads of sweat from their brows. The tower they have been constructing for weeks, un monument colossale pour Prance, has received the final piece of its composition, et son érection peut finalement être considéré

Her first one. When she was too young to know what it had meant and it had only been an intangible bliss that her body had told her was right.

She was watching it. She had lived it a moment ago, putting her all into it, the first and most strenuous time no matter how much she practiced. They had told her she’d be fine, and she was, but nothing in the world could have convinced her of it.

Her first sun.

She watched it peak on the horizon, and it felt right.

Before she’d known what it meant to touch herself there, her hoof had been downward like it had a mind of its own. Like it was the sun cresting between valley of her marehood. She gasped the first time, wordlessly, because it had only ever been a place, and now it was a thing, and a moment, and nothing had ever felt more amazing.

She touched herself as she watched the flames flicker on the distance orb she had risen. She touched herself as she watched the ground blossom into life underneath her star of day. She touched herself as she watched the raising of everything that she had set into motion.

She was wet for the first time. It was strange, but she ignored it because it felt right. She found the button above her slit and gasped for real when she touched it, and that had been her focus then, and her hoof had rubbed frantically as the last part of the sun’s circle came into view. Touched. She had touched herself like someone desperate, suddenly needing whatever was approaching, as the land underneath needed the sun.

As the last tendril of daylight snaked its way over the distance mountains, the world woke up, and Celestia came for the first time. Her legs shook and gave out, and she fell to the ground, never tearing her eyes from it, the sight, the sun, that was hers now, and her life as a Princess with it.

And being a Princess meant being a mare, even if that meant

Discord and Celestia sit next to each other on a bluff in the moonlight, a hill on a giant cliff-face overlooking what seems to be all of Equestria.

“The moon is lovely tonight, isn’t it?” Discord asks. He wraps an arm around Celestia’s shoulders and pulls her closer.

Celestia looks up at the sky. She stares into the face of the moon and lets the light soak into her eyes.

“It is,” she says. “Luna has outdone herself tonight.”

“Yes, she certainly has.” Discord sounds distracted.

Celestia doesn’t speak, but she watches Discord until he turns his head.

“I’ve always thought there was something special about the relationship between you two. Two halves of the same whole. Each of you has what the other doesn’t. In a way, you complete each other.”

“Yes, I suppose we do. But, as much as we are different, we are also alike.”

“Mhm, I imagine so. You know, I’ve always thought Luna was a bit of a looker as well, though her derrière isn’t nearly as nice as yours.”

Celestia’s mouth falls open and she shoves Discord in the chest as hard as she can manage. Discord grins at her.

“Discord! I would thank you not to discuss my sister that way.”

“Really? Come now, Celestia... don’t tell me you haven’t compared yourself at least once. That’s what sisters do, isn’t it?”

“Not in that fashion, Discord.” Celestia’s tone is cold, but it doesn’t feel completely frozen. There’s something in the edge of her voice, almost like a star sparkling overhead.

“Well, I’m sure she must have. Luna’s always struck me as the more ‘exciting’ one. I wonder what she’d say to a roll in the moon-grass after you and I are finished...”

Celestia shoves again, but this time her hoof passes right through Discord’s chest into nothing.

“Enough! If you don’t want to spend the rest of the evening by yourself, you’ll change your line of questioning immediately.”

“You’ve really never thought about this?” Discord asks. He pulls his arm away from Celestia’s shoulders and spins around her once before sitting cross-legged just on the edge of the cliff. “You haven’t ever given her a once over? Weighing up your differences in a more tangible fashion? As I said before, I think you’ve got the leg up when it comes to posteriors, but there is something to be said for Luna’s shape. The girl looks like she has a bit more cushion on her.”

“I’ve never thought about that.” Celestia turns away, directing her glare to the moon-grass on the cliff beneath her. But Discord shifts and appears there too, and Celestia doesn’t bother to look away.

“You’ve never thought, when you were in a hot bath with only your thoughts and your hooves to occupy your time, how nice it might be to have another pony who really fit your shape to spend time with you? Somepony who might know what it feels like to have such lovely wings and such a wonderful horn to play with? Or how much she might have grown an appetite for playing with them, in all her seclusion?”

“Discord, please, that’s enough...”

Discord’s hand finds Celestia’s chin and holds it in place, and Celestia is forced to stare open-eyed at Discord as he leans closer.

“You’ve never thought about how it’s your job as a big sister to guide your little sister into the real world? You’ve never thought about how much fun it might be to teach her the way you’ve always dreamed about teaching certain other ponies?”

Celestia blushes, but Discord continues unhindered..

“Surely you can imagine it now. Just close your eyes and think for a minute. About Luna. About how beautiful she is. Her wings grace her back just so, don’t they?”

Despite Discord’s hand on her chin and the cloying tone of his voice, Celestia’s eyes fall closed of their own accord. Just like that, the image of Luna appears behind her eyelids, facing away, smiling, unaware of Celestia’s watching from behind.

Her imaginary gaze drifts downward onto the back-most part of Luna’s hindlegs where her cutie-mark creeps over.

Discord’s claw touches the tip of Celestia’s tongue as it peeks out from between her teeth.

“I suppose you can’t be blamed; we have your rear to stare at all day, of course, but whose do you have to stare at?”

Celestia opens her eyes and finds Discord there, smiling at her in the moonlight.

“Discord...”

“Shhh. Close your eyes again. I want you to imagine something more for me.”

Celestia closes her eyes, and her mind is a blank canvas.

“Picture yourself lying alone. In bed. The sheets are warm, the night is cold but not too cold, and you’re just settling in to go to sleep. But... a stray thought catches you before you can drift off. Not of anything in particular, but enough to switch something on. Like a heat between your legs. Making your wings get stiff in that way they do. So, before you try to fall asleep, you decide it’s time to give yourself some much needed attention. You start by trailing your hoof down your chest and stomach...”

Celestia keeps her eyes closed, but she holds a hoof up and pushes forward in quiet protest. Her hoof meets only the air, and settles on her stomach when it returns.

“Discord...”

“Shh. Still imagining... you begin to enjoy yourself. Nothing racey, not just yet, but savouring the closeness of your hoof to where you really want it to be, maybe teasing, touching, getting yourself excited—when, who should walk into your bedroom but your dear sweet sister, Princess Luna. And... she looks flushed too. Excited. Her wings are stiff, you can see. And when she turns nervously at the door, you get a perfect view of her decadently shaped backside.”

“Nnnh...” Celestia lets out a noise against her better judgement. In the same stead, her hoof creeps lower, between her legs, resting just above the place where the heat is coming.

“You and Luna share a gaze for a second until she speaks. ‘I had a bad dream, sister Celestia. Can I spend the night with you?’” Discord imitates Luna’s voice perfectly, and the image in Celestia’s mind intensifies. “And of course, what big sister could say no to that? So you let her crawl under the sheets with you, and turn out the light in an effort to pretend you were about to go to sleep. But you don’t feel tired. You still feel hot, and excited, and now you feel it more, because you can tell it’s coming from Luna too. Her body is so close to yours, and she presses back against you so you can feel her wings brushing against your chest, light feathers and stiff muscles showing exactly what she’s thinking.”

“Mmmm...” Celestia’s hoof begins to move. She tries to pretend she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she can feel Discord’s stare on her, and it only makes her brush brighter and move faster. Her mind is still focused on the scene behind her eyes.

“Then, without either of you saying anything, you move together. Your hooves find the place they were before you shared a bed, and you begin to move in tandem, both of you in a different way but at once the same. Your bodies jostle the bed as you move, your legs twitch against each other, and the heat between you adds to the fire burning up inside you. More than anything, you feel something in the air—a sort of electricity brewing a tension between your touch that makes you press into each other, wings, chest, hooves, legs, and finally grinding forward and backward on each other like you’re both looking for the same thing and only inches away from asking for it.”

“Mhm!” Celestia throws herself forward onto all fours and holds herself up with one foreleg, her other still working between her legs, sending tiny cascades of clear droplets onto the moon-grass as she imagines her sister there next to her, rocking in the same way she is, touching herself under the same moonlight, only inches away.

“Then, while you’re both in your own worlds, suddenly, something pulls you. The tension between you snaps like an elastic band and you’re pulled together, closer, and Luna turns to face you. She turns so you can feel her foreleg, bumping as you move, and her nose against yours, the softness of her breath on your fur and the whimper of her voice in the air as she touches herself the same way you are. And the two of you open your eyes.”

Celestia does. She opens her eyes.

Luna is there, smiling at her with a ragged look, like exhaustion.

“And the two of you lean forward and kiss,” Luna says.

Celestia tastes her sister’s mouth. She leans forward into Luna’s lips, hungry, panting, her hoof between her legs, moaning a stream of empty, desperate syllables into her sister's night-black mouth.

“Mmmm!” Celestia moans, alabaster hoof blurring in the moonlight. Luna is more reserved, but still present, still hot. Her wings flare out on her back and her body shudders as Celestia kisses her, breaking the circle of their lips every few seconds to dive in again, panting with fresh breath each time, and moving, still moving her hoof.

As Celestia leans forward into the kiss, stronger than each time before, she feels the tip of her horn touch her sister’s.

Without a word, she

She knew she shouldn’t have been watching. Beyond the fact that it was quite rude to spy on somepony while they were bathing, this was her mother.

But she had to see.

The bathing pool shimmered as Aurora stepped into it. The second her hoof touched the water, a great yellow light spread through it, flickering and changing between gold and silver every few seconds before settling back to its natural colourlessness, then lit only by the persistent glow of Aurora’s body.

Celestia’s mother sighed as she submerged herself in the steaming pool. She closed her eyes and let her shimmering multilcoloured mane fall to her shoulders and then into the water.

Celestia watched. She bit her tongue to still the sound of her breathing as she felt her body tingle.

Her hoof moved downward.

She knew this was even worse. Watching her mother was one thing, and at least something she could pass off as a wanton curiousity if caught or questions. But this was something altogether different.

In Celestia’s mind it was more-or-less the same, or motivated by the same desire. She was curious, she assured herself. Surely there could be no harm in watching.

She couldn’t ignore the ache of her body as she watched, though.

Her mother was beautiful. A stature so perfect, like a statuesque edifice of perfection carved into the shape of an alicorn. Her wings were so majestic. Her mane was so bright. Her coat was so soft...

Celestia held back a gasp as she snapped her mouth closed and felt the sensitive button at the top of her marehood. She shouldn’t be doing this, she knew. But that only made the tingle of her touch more intense.

She watched as her mother lowered her head into the water and pulled it back with her mane soaking wet, a rainbow of glowing prismatic strands now hanging low past her shoulders.

Her mother looked so good with her hair down. Celestia bit her lip and rubbed harder.

She watched as her mother leaned back in the bathing pool and let herself float on her back, spreading her legs into the warm water and sighing again as every part of her soaked.

Celestia stared through the water, between her mother's legs.

Her hoof became a blur as she watched. Her mother there, so beautiful, the utmost perfection. One day she would be like her mother, sublime in beauty and poise, the picture of physical aspiration for everypony to admire, so blessed in appearance that she could drive a stallion or mare mad just from a glimpse of her exposed body.

Celestia stared intently at her mother’s underside. She imagined that she could be close to her, sharing in the relaxing caress of hot spring-water and drifting close on her own back until her body touched her mother’s, and they both turned, smiling and reaching out to touch each other. To touch her mother’s hooves, her wings, to run a hoof along her soft, svelte stomach until she reached the delicate folds of her marehood and then to touch her there and hear the tiny moan to be eked from her lips—

Celestia shut her eyes and bit down on her tongue. She tried to keep silent, but a squeak made it past her lips as she came. Her hoof became slick as she clenched her legs, squeezing her foreleg between them and inhaling through her nose as she came, imagining the softness of her mother’s lips, body, coat, caress, everything.

Aurora made a soft splashing sound as she turned onto her side, resting with her eyes off in the distance as she reoriented herself in the pool. Turning on her side in Celestia’s direction—

Celestia’s horn glowed not seconds after her spasms stopped and she promptly disappeared, leaving only the faintest trace of moisture on the stone where she had stood as evidence she had ever been there.

As Auora’s eyes found the spot where her daughter had been moments ago, she smiled and closed her eyes.

“Always at that age,” she said to herself, and dunked her head into the

In the halls of Canterlot Castle, the walls are lined with decoration. Stained glass windows: images of saintly Equestrian presence hewn by master craftsponies—and also tapestries; some with a story, and all the more with beauty.

Celestia and Discord walk in the center of the hall between two of the great banners, red fabric on one side, and violet on the other. Discord’s mouth is twisted up in a smile.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Celestia? I daresay I still feel like you haven’t quite loosened up yet.” Discord stops and leans on the nearby violet tapestry , letting his hand vanish through it and rest against the wall to keep him upright.

Celestia stops and turns with a wrinkled nose.“Your definition of ‘fun’ is one often at odds with mine, Discord,” she says.

“But I thought this was something we both shared!” Discord pulls his arm away and stands up straight, leaving his hand on the wall behind the tapestry. “Surely you can’t tell me that when you agreed to spend the evening with me that you were expecting me to have to drag you every step of the way .”

Celestia’s eyes drift to the side. Her mouth scrunches up.

“I...”

“Won’t you live a little, Celestia? For all the ponies in the halls around you? They lived, and some of them did a not-so-good job of it if they’re hanging up here. That one looks like he stabbed a dragon in the toe. Iron Hoof the Iron-Headed, we’ll call him.”

Celestia stares at the ground with Discord in front of her. His smile is as big and pleading as he can manage. He leans in close and lifts Celestia’s head up with with his remaining hand.

“Please?” he asks with great, wide eyes.

Celestia looks away from him with her head held in place.

“I... not here, Discord. This is a special place. I feel like...”

“Yes?”

“I feel like I’m being watched,” Celestia says, and pulls her head away. “Watched by the sacred ponies that are on our every side.”

Discord throws his hand up in the air, and its brother jumps from the wall to join it, resealing itself on Discord’s wrist.

“So let them watch! These old dead ponies haven’t seen any action in who-knows-how-long. One would think they might enjoy the show. Give them a waggle of that fantastic rump of yours.”

Celestia tries to look away again, but she blushes. Discord’s eye twinkles.

“Aha! I knew it! I knew you weren’t dead inside. What was it I said? Do you like me leering at you that way? Talking about your magnificent backside and all the things you should be doing with it?”

Celestia doesn’t shake her head, but she keeps her gaze averted.

“Or...” Discord says. “Or, is it possible you enjoy the idea of being watched? You actually like the thought of all these prim and proper legends of yore watching their Princess, their great descendant, shame herself in their presence by presenting herself like a wanton one-night mare needing to be filled?”

Celestia’s face turns a red that contrasts brilliantly with the alabaster of her coat.

Discord sidles up to her with his eyebrows arched. He lets his hand rest of the small of her back, right above her tail. Celestia shudders as Discord's fingers tap against the top of her rear.

“Oh, Celestia. That is it, isn’t it? You’re a naughty girl, and you want all these old ponies to watch, don’t you?”

“No...” Celestia says. But the stutter of her tongue betrays her.

“Show them.”

Discord moves his hand up Celestia’s tail, running his fingers through the aurora colour of her hair.

“I...”

“Why don’t you start by bending forward a bit more?”

Celestia looks as though she means to walk away for a moment, but she collapses her stance just as quickly. After a few seconds, her legs slide away, and her body goes lower, arching her back and pointing her ass right at the crimson tapestry on the nearby wall.

“Do you like them watching, Celestia?” Discord asks. He runs his hand back down Celestia’s tail and lets it rest on her rump. His fingers squeeze the well-shaped cushion of Celestia's butt, and she shivers, her head facing the ground.

“Yes,” she says. Her voice wobbles, but she sounds sure of herself.

“But everypony can see how brazen you’re being...” Discord says with a cluck of his tongue for punctuation.

Celestia raises her head suddenly and stares Discord straight in the eye. With his hand still on her rump, Celestia shoves herself backwards, and Discord is treated to a handful of royal ass before his hand his forced down further, right between Celestia’s legs.

His fingers are instantly soaked.

“Let them watch,” Celestia says. Discord smiles at her.

“Do you hear, everypony?” Celestia asks to the decorated hall. The stained glass windows and historical banners give her no response but for a slight wave as the ambient pressure in the hall dips.

“Look how your Princess presents herself so blatantly. Look how she drips onto your sacred floor, eager to commit the foulest of debauchery in your presence.”

Discord’s eyebrows peak at the word ‘drips’, and he runs his finger between Celestia’s legs, prompting a fresh coat of slickness to leak from Celestia’s slit and for Celestia to groan as it does.

“Watch your Princess beg with her body to be taken and violated and used so everypony can see.”

Discord slides his hand forward again and Celestia gasps, throwing her head down to her chest for a moment before managing to pull it up.

“See how badly your Princess... wants it...” Celestia grinds herself back onto Discord’s hand, and he rewards her by slipping the tips of his fingers inside, taking care not to poke or pry with the the spiky talon protrusions. Celestia shudders and grunts in the same motion, her voice is so low it sounds almost unlike her, like a fearsome monster of some kind has possessed her body.

“There’s the Celestia I remember,” Discord says. He shoves his hand further forward and is met by a backwards thrust from Celestia, as well as a tightening of her tunnel as her lips clench around his fingers.

“Fuck,” Celestia says. It’s a meaningless word that says everything she needs to say. She can feel the eyes of millenia on her. Every one of her ancestors—her parents, her grandparents, the ponies that were birthed to creation when the world was born, that fought great wars in the stead of Equestria, that conquered nations and internal strife and all things before to bring her here, to power today, so she could stand before them like a desperate whore and let herself leak like a faucet all over the pristine floor of their conquest.

Discord's fingers bottom out inside Celestia’s pussy once or twice before he withdraws his hand. His fingers drip, and he raises them to his mouth, taking a brief taste before lowering his hand.

“Well, now that we’ve found the real you,” Discord says, sidling closer to Celestia and giving her a pat on the butt, “why don’t we have some fun and

Celestia was naughty.

She knew the guard was watching her. She watched him dart between dark corners as he followed her, hiding his breath every time he crept into a hidden nook he thought nopony knew was there. But of course, Celestia was the Princess, and she knew the ins and outs of every inch of the castle.

She knew the guard was touching himself on the other side of the door. She’d caught glimpses of his erection as he attempted to avoid detection, and each time she’d felt a tingle run through her body knowing he was so hard just from watching her. From ogling her, essentially—staring at her behind as it bobbed back and forth, walking down the royal corridors en route to her room. She made him that hard.

On one hoof, she had considered stopping and scolding him for lusting after royalty in such a fashion. Princesses were to be admired, not wanted in that way.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She liked the feeling of being wanted. Even as the guard was on the other side of her bedroom door, peering at her through the crack that she should have had mended ages ago, she had never felt more alive.

She wanted more.

The bed was the natural place. A good enough view from the door, and enough room to lie out just so, with her wings spread and her legs doing the same, tilting up on her back to put her royal rump and soft, desperate-for-attention marehood next to it.

She heard a groan through the door and imagined the guard holding back his load at the sight in front of him. Good, yes. She wanted to commend him, but that would break the guise of the game she was playing.

So she touched herself. It wasn’t hard. She could have pretended the guard wasn’t there, but that would have made things less fun. She wanted to know he was there—to know that on the other side of her royal chambers, one of her guards was furiously clopping to the site of his Princess caressing her pussy, putting on a show just for him, moaning and sticking her tongue out and shaking her ass at him in plain sight as she frigged herself.

Celestia couldn’t help it. She was loud. She made noise, when she almost never made noise. ‘Ohhh.’ A simple sound, but one she couldn't hold back. She waited a second, then heard the guard echo it. The return only spurred her on more.

Before she knew it, she had her eyes open and was staring, staring right at the door. It was too much of a give, would ruin everything, she knew, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to stare right into that guard’s face as he came—as she, his Princess came, and he did the same, and she imagined the big hot sticky gobs of spunk he could be coating her in, stinging her body with the heat of his climax, groaning and milking himself and Celestia’s body collapsing in orgasm as he did so and sharing something so wonderful and so awful with somepony watching her—

“—fuck!”

Celestia heard the sound from the other side of the door and knew the guard was there, that he couldn’t hold back any longer. Suddenly, no longer could she. She came, and for the first time ever, she sprayed, squirting a stream of clear liquid up onto herself, narrowly missing her own mouth.

She listened, hoping against hope in the throes of her own orgasm, gasping and grunting as she did, that she would hear a match.

She swore she could hear a thump. Some quiet groans and a series of thumps. Or splats.

Like he was cumming right there, shooting onto the wood of Celestia’s bedchamber door.

Celestia closed her eyes and tapped her clit, and came again. She came until she heard the patter of semen on her door stop, and then remembered to breathe.

She counted to twenty to give the guard time to get away, then woke up and went to her door.

It didn’t seem right to be wasteful, after

“Princess!”

“Twilight!”

Both of them will cry out. They will cry names, names that they have said so much before and only now meant.

The wine will course through both of them. Celestia will need less than Twilight, but both of them will have the taste of red still on their lips as at first they kiss, and then kiss more, and finally fall to the bed in a tumble of wings and bodies snaked around each other as the heat of their skin threatens to light the canopy ablaze.

Celestia will bury her mouth in Twilight and bring the first moans, and Twilight will be aghast and unsure and so overwhelmed by pleasure that her first two orgasms will take her completely by surprise. When her body is covered in sweat and shaking from pleasure, she will see the Princess’s slit waving in plain view of her face, and will take her first step in a new lesson and extend her tongue, and Celestia will moan like she’s forgotten how to speak but needs to summarize the whole of her want in a single syllable stretched out through time.

Celestia will lap at Twilight’s slit again, and shiver when the high-pitched squeaks of pleasure reach her lower lips. And Twilight will touch gingerly with her tongue, and then more emphatically, because she will have Celestia as guidance, and will do what feels good to her, and she will find the bump she knows feels so good, and get Celestia to grind backwards, pressing her buttcheeks into Twilight’s face, and Twilight will moan even louder and savour burying herself in her dear Princess.

And they will continue, tasting each other and edging closer, Twilight more and more ahead of schedule until Celestia pauses and sits, and lets Twilight struggle for air between laps of Celestia’s cunt, and loves every minute of it, until she feels close too, and announces it.

“Does my... number one student... want her teacher’s... girlcum... all over her face?” And Celestia will be a different mare when she is drunk, and finally free to live with Twilight what she’s always wanted.

“Yes, Princess!” Twilight will say. “Me too, I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, Twilight. Cum for your Princess.”

“Ahhhh!”

And both will dive away into pleasure, soaking each other’s mouths and forgetting to breathe until muscles have unclenched and everything has passed by, all but the opportunity for a new door that has opened into endless possibilities that both have seen and wanted, but never stepped

Solaris* is hurting. He’s felt an ache inside himself ever since that first touch, and now it’s gone from a want to a need. What’s more, Eris is dancing in front of him like a playful temptress, waving her lithe body in the air with eyelash flickers and ‘come hither’ fingers. Saying yes, please, inside, but pulling away every time Solaris attempts to step closer.

“Eris,” Solaris says. The name is an anguish breathed on dying lips. Dying for want of her, please. “Please,” he says. Solaris lurches forward, erection sticking straight out from his belly like a clumsy scepter.

Eris watches the body of the Prince in the air for a moment, staggering forward in search of penetration. She lets the Prince get close, so close as she lies in a supine position in the air, fully presented, tiny, eminently fuckable slit that looks oh-so-soft...

And then away. Solaris could feel the tip just there, just prodding at the edge of heat and wet and almost inside. This is unending agony. He howls like a war has been declared.

“Please!” he says again.

Eris grins. "You sound like you really need it,” she says.

“Yes, I do. Please, a thousand times please, just let me inside...” Solaris thrusts again, and once more Eris bobs backwards in the air.

“Well,” she says, “do you promise that you won’t cum right away? I wanna at least have a little fun.”

“Yes, please, I promise, I swear I’ll last as long as you want, just, please, please...” Another thrust.

This time, Solaris stops. He’s held in mid-motion by an invisible hand, and Eris is the one holding it with her real hand, a lion’s paw grafted onto the side of her slender form.

“Really promise?” she asks. Her voice is soft and sultry and she sticks out her bottom lip in a pout.

Solaris groans. His dick twitches and flings a glob of precum onto the floor.

“I promise! Please!”

Eris seems to consider for a moment. She holds a finger to her mouth.

“Well...”

The hold breaks. Solaris falls forward.

He doesn’t even need to align himself. His cock is guided true to its target, and in an instant he goes from empty air to full, velvet-slick flesh, the insides of a trickster goddess wetter and hotter than the rest of the world has to offer.

Solaris doesn’t make a sound. His mouth falls open in a wordless combination between a scream and a groan.

Eris smiles and sucks in a breath through her teeth.

“Oooh, so big. Be gentle with me...”

Solaris nods absentmindedly and is already halfway out. Thrust. He doesn’t waste any time. The first bottoming out is ecstasy, even the shudder of Eris’ soft draconequus body. It’s perfect. Every facet together is perfect, but together they’re an intoxicating mix of exotic parts, each one of them more enticing than the last. Solaris wants to rub each horn and feel each wing and claw and paw and the touch of every hand softly against his chest as he buries himself inside the achingly tight hole in front of—

“You promised,” Eris reminds, tracing a single, long clawed finger along the side of Solaris’ neck.

Solaris opens his eyes and nods. He thrusts again and grunts. His balls feel full.

“I know,” he says. Thrust. Thrust.

Eris grins and giggles as Solaris pounds away like a stallion possessed.

“Just don’t have too much fun. There’s lots more to do.” Eris looks up at the ceiling with an absent look in her eyes.

“After this, maybe we can

That’s it. One last thrust and he bottoms out, and she can feel him all the way inside.

Her clench is her warning, and a sound in her throat like a strangled profanity choked out by the tidal wave of her ecstasy.

She feels him twitch. She clenches harder.

She’s

“Fuck me,” she says. She shoves her haunches back towards him and grunts in the process, pressing the soft cushion of her backside into his crotch.

“My word,” Discord says. He looks to Celestia, then down to her ass, then back up to her face again as though he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “It’s not like you to be so forward—”

Celestia growls and shoves herself backwards. Discord moves with her in the process, and the suddenness of the shove makes him lose his footing. In a rare moment of unpreparedness, he meets the floor on his back, and makes an exaggerated oof as a bit of air is knocked from his lungs.

Celestia is on him in an instant. She bares her teeth like she’s possessed and grinds herself on Discord’s body, pinning his arms to the floor with her hooves and sliding herself over his stomach and pelvis.

“No more playing,” she says with the hint of a snarl in her voice. “Enough waiting. Enough pretending. We both want this, and I’m tired of acting otherwise.”

“Celestia—”

Discord begins to speak, but Celestia silences him with her mouth. She kisses him emphatically, forcing his eyes closed as she pushes her tongue into his mouth. She moans into him and continues grinding, blushing  red like she’s in heat. Her horn flickers with sparks at the tip and her wings flare out from her back.

As she kisses the draconequus underneath her, Celestia positions her flank and slides downwards. Her target hits dead center and Discord slides inside her.

She moans louder for a moment before pulling her face away, leaving Discord panting.

“Now fuck me,” she says. She raises her hips for a moment and stares into Discord’s eyes, like she’s daring him something.

Discord moves his mouth to make a sound, but Celestia lowers herself in an instant, taking the whole of Discord's cock inside. Discord groans in a way very unlike himself. His eyes close.

“I want you to fuck me like I’m not a Princess,” Celestia says and raises herself up again before slamming back down. Her cunt makes a loud, wet smack against Discord’s crotch as she buries him home. “I want you to fuck me like I’m a desperate, filthy pony in need of relief.” Smack. “Or not a pony at all. Like I’m an animal.”

Celestia stops with the tip of Discord’s cock inside her, and he opens his eyes, finding a brief respite in Celestia’s sudden insistence.

He’s allowed a second of reprieve before he feels Celestia move again—but he moves with her. His body stands of its own accord, puzzling, until he notices the glow of Celestia’s horn, pulling him upright, and then pulling him forward as Celestia positions herself, standing on all fours and spreading her hindlegs wide to give him perfect access to her love-hole. Discord tries to take initiative, but Celestia forces him back with a violent shove, guiding him inside her dripping hole in the same motion. Discord’s back meets stone, and Celestia pins him there, growling as she gyrates her ass on his dick.

“Come on then,” she says. She looks back at Discord with a fire in her eyes. “Fuck me properly. Get on with it.”

Discord hesitates for a moment. Celestia shoves back against him again, and his lack of choice becomes apparent.

So he fucks her.

His thrusts are entrenched in trepidation more than Celestia’s motions—she continues to grind herself backwards, smooshing her supple, well-toned royal buttcheeks onto Discord’s body and squeezing him as he bottoms out inside her pussy. Where normally Discord would seem perfectly composed in almost any situation, here, at last, he appears in over his head.

His eyes dart back and forth as the steady smack smack smack of Celestia’s booty onto his rod drives him closer to an unprepared finish line. He makes once or twice to pause, but Celestia pays him no attention. She keeps thrusting, taking over for Discord when his motion stills, riding him like a mare in the desperate clutch of seasonal hormones, needing so badly to be grabbed and taken and filled with cock and the payload thereafter.

Discord’s eyes twitch as the rest of him does.

He can’t stop. He can’t ask her to stop, because that would mean giving in. But Celestia is tight, so tight, and dripping all over him, all over the floor, splattering sprinkles of her aroused moisture everywhere with each backward shake of her hips, and there’s nothing on her mind but continuing.

Discord looks around as though searching for a distraction. He finds the well decorated castle walls and sunlight streaming in through a nearby window, but neither provides him with respite.

As he’s dragged over the precipice of his proximity, his wings flutter, so like a frantic filly’s might as they’re guided to the euphoria of their first time.

This is not Discord’s first time, but the turning of the tables makes him feel as young as he ever has.

He cums without warning. Celestia doesn’t still herself for a second—as Discord twitches and empties himself, Celestia’s body is a blur, thrusting backwards onto Discord’s shuddering prick over and over again. Shot after shot of creamy spunk sprays inside her, so much that it begins to drip, mingling with the wetness of her arousal and dripping obscenely on the floor, the perfect mixture of hot sex from both parties.

Discord groans and grips Celestia’s rump. He squeezes her cheeks as he cums, Celestia’s pussy massaging his rod for every drop of jizz that he can manage, and more still when his posture finally goes slack and his cock ceases its twitching.

Celestia grinds herself back one final time, rubbing herself in circles to make sure every inch of her insides are coated with Discord’s cum. Finally, she lets him go, and Discord slumps to the floor. He lets out a long, exhausted breath and closes his eyes, tilting his head up to the ceiling.

The steady sound of fluid leaking from Celestia’s pussy makes a noise like a trickling fountain as she turns around, making the castle floor in dire need of a cleaning.

As she looks over the shuddering form of the draconequus she’s just ravaged, her eyes flicker again.

He’s still hard.

Before he can catch his breath, Discord feels two hooves on his chest, pressing hard and pulling him upright. He opens his eyes to watch Celestia smirking at him, her horn shimmering to help as she pulls Discord to his feet.

“Can’t we take just a short breather—”

Celestia plugs his mouth with her tongue. She flaps her wings, still standing out from her back, stiff and powerful. The air around her shakes and she pulls away from the kiss with a strand of saliva hanging from her lips.

“Not yet,” she says. “Not until

The grass is as bright as a fresh-green carpet waving in the summer breeze. At the head of a meadow, a giant centuries-old tree, or even older, stretches its branches into the horizon.

Underneath, at the base of its roots, a filly with a white coat and pink mane leans against the trunk of the tree and sighs. She closes her eyes and tilts her head up, basking in the sunlight of the idyllic summer sky. Her posture is regal despite her relaxed state. She splays her sizable wings out against the brown bark, and the horn atop her head spirals into a perfect point that aims towards the sun, as though wishing it to come even closer.

A cool wind wafts against her cheek. She smells the scent of fresh flowers born from the earth, every petal’s fragrance lifted into the air and carried throughout the world. She opens her eyes.

There is a flower underneath her nose: a pink carnation, perhaps, or an equally playful light-red blossom.

The boy holding the flower smiles at her. He’s a mix of pieces and species, and he looks mischievous in his short stature.

“Discord!” the filly says. She moves to throw a hoof at him, to bat him away, but stays herself, instead moving her foreleg gently to the flower. Discord’s free hand meets her hoof and guides her to the flower’s stem, holding her there.

“I brought this for you,” he says, his voice playful and brimming with youth.

Celestia looks at the flower, then back up to the boy. She blinks slowly and realizes she’s beginning to blush.

“T-thank you,” she stammers,  her tongue feeling too big for her mouth.

“Think of it as but a tiny piece of the beauty you grace the world with each day.”

Celestia’s face glows almost bright enough to match her mane. She smiles and lowers her head. Discord clenches his claw tighter around her hoof, and a sigh escapes from Celestia’s lips like she can’t hold it back.

“Thank you,” she says again.

She lifts the flower, moving her foreleg in tandem with the boy’s arm. She watches the pink petals of the flower as they come closer, then closes her eyes as the center of the blossom touches the tip of her nose. She inhales deeply, soaking in the scent of the senses-laden pollen.

She feels a tickling sensation on her nose and opens her eyes.

A flash of yellow and black ekes into her vision past her nose before she hears the buzzing of wings. The bee raises its behind, its stinger poised for delivery.

Discord shrugs and releases his hand.

The bee

Even the air of the room is soaked with sweat. The bedsheets are so tangled as to be unrecognizable, flung haphazardly in different directions from the bed and scattered on the floor or various furniture throughout. The pillows are discarded in the same fashion; the only thing that remains on the bed are the two bodies lying next to each other, one an alicorn, the other a draconequus.

Celestia and Discord are both panting, lying with their heads pointing in opposite directions.

Celestia’s mane looks wrung out, as though it’s been held under a steady stream like a fountain of perspiration. Her feathers are frayed at the tips, and her wings are wedged limply between her back and the bed like they’re too tired to flap ever again. Her horn shimmers at the tip, and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she sucks in great mouthfuls of air.

Discord is slightly more composed, but he looks similarly exhausted. His various assemblies of appendages woven together from different species all look equally fatigued, and while he doesn’t seem as outright on the edge of collapse as Celestia does, he’s a far stretch from his usual playful demeanour. His eyes are closed, unlike Celestia’s, and the look on his face says he could go for a very long nap.

He speaks first amidst the panting.

“Well,” he says, “how was that? Not disappointing, I hope?”

Celestia takes in a deep breath, grins, and shakes her head. “Not in the slightest,” she says. Her voice beams with an indeterminable youthfulness.

Discord grins back at her. “I dare say I had a bit of fun myself,” he says

“I would hope so,” Celestia says. She sits up on the bed and turns to Discord, raising a hoof to brush her damp, low-hanging mane away from her eyes. A bit of it flickers to life, but quickly falls back to its subdued state as she tucks it behind her ear.

The bed creaks slightly as Discord sits up as well. His tiny wings flutter on his back as he adjusts his posture, arching his spine until he hears it crack. He relaxes and sits with a hunched over posture, leaning towards Celestia as he turns to her, cross-legged.

The pair stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, neither of them saying anything. Celestia still breathes loud enough to hear, but Discord is silent. His chest rises and falls as Celestia’s does, the two of them inhaling and exhaling together, looking at each other unblinking as seconds tick away on an invisible clock.

Somewhere, a barely audible minute hand passes an unspecified number.

“Well,” Discord says with a conclusory air in his voice, “I suppose I should let you get back to... whatever it is you were doing.” He sounds almost disappointed as he raises himself up from the bed and drifts towards the door. The lock clicks as it slides and Discord pulls the door open.

“Feel free to drop by if you’re ever in the mood for—”

Click. The lock turns back, followed in short order by the door slamming shut. Discord withdraws his hand and turns around.

On the center of the bed, Celestia is standing on all fours. Her mane bristles with colour again, waving about her head like a set of lights in the sky. As Discord watches, the glow of her horn vanishes and is replaced by a smirk turning up the corners of her mouth.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Discord,” she says. “But right now....”

Celestia scrapes one of her forelegs on the mattress bereft of sheets, like she’s a bull about to charge.

“Well... the night isn’t over just yet.”