Payback

Throughout the day, all you could think about was how you were gonna get back at Trollestia for all the crap she put you and the castle through. While dealing with traps and pranks, of course.

As you came out of the shower that morning, your clothes, along with the extra, were gone, and so you had to sneak through the castle, ass naked, in order to get them back. And you had no idea where they were, and that made you do a lot of wandering.

Later, after finding your clothes in the early afternoon, missing breakfast, you barely made it to lunch. As you ordered your meal, purposely your favorite food, and sat down to eat in the dining hall, Philomena, Trollestia's Phoenix, thought it would be funny to swoop in and take your chocolate bar from your tray, so you hopped up and chased her, leading to you falling into someone else's food and you having to go wash off again.

Then, in the evening, when you were walking around in the gardens, minding your own, motherfucking business, a barrage of taunts made you blindly rush into the garden's maze which was heavily booby-trapped with pranks and traps of all kinds, taking you to where you were now, after washing off again, of course.

Just thinking about the past pranks aggravates you to no end. What makes you even angrier is the mask she puts on whenever she's interacting with anypony outside of the castle. Whenever she's on royal duties or any official business, she acts as if she's never played a single prank in her life! Not even Twilight knows!

And to make matters worse, you can't tell anypony outside the castle! Not even Luna can tell anypony. One doesn't simply walk up to a pony and tell them Princess Celestia is a trolling, racist bitch who doesn't know when to stop pissing people off. They'd think you're crazy and likely go tell the princess on you, and when that happens...

You shake your head and sigh at the thought as you're on your way to the royal bathroom. Every day, you have to wash, dry, and groom the hag, no matter how much it irks you. To have her literally in the palm of your hand and not being able to do anything about it. One time, when you refused to wash a uh... certain area of her, she pretended to drown, calling out for her guards. You, knowing life and limb was on the line, begged her to stop, and just in time too. Every time you think of that memory is a grim reminder of the control she has over you.

As you near the double doors leading to Trollestia's bathroom, you have a small sense of relief. This was about the only time of the whole day, save for sleep, that no pranks or traps would be sprung. Trollestia was on the other side, waiting to be washed, dried, and much to your relief, not to prank you. You give a quick feel in your pocket for the ring Luna gave you. It was still there, so straightening up, you push the double doors open to meet Trollestia.

The alicorn was already resting in the large bath, humming a tune to herself, her hoofshoes, tiara, and necklace all resting on the shelf. The echo of your footsteps in the quiet room alerts her to your presence as she opens her eyes to see you walking over to the loofah and cleaning supplies. Smiling to herself, she leaned up, standing on all fours in the water as you walked over to her, soap and loofah in hand. No words were spoken in the ordeal. No need since this was a daily routine. You know exactly what you had to do and how to do it.

Standing next to the tub, you began to lather the loofah with the soap before you got to work, cleaning the troll.

No matter how much you didn't want to admit it, no matter how much it ate away at you to say it, no matter how much of a pain Trollestia is in your life, you couldn't deny the fact that she was still one effing beautiful mare. Her glistening body showed off her voluptuous curves as your hand and the loofah glided over her smooth back. Her hair, now turned mortal than ethereal, hung down to each side before you pulled them back to run a comb through the length. Celestia closed her eyes, leaning her head back, obviously enjoying her treatment. She loved the feeling of each digit of your hand as you glided it down her back and through her hair. The loofah wasn't far behind, washing places you'd prefer not to touch, like her flank and hind legs.

Once you were done with her back, Celestia rolled over on her back so her soft underbelly was exposed for you to wash. You started with her underbelly and moved down from there. Part of the routine involved washing her marehood; something you hated because she'd always get you to 'scrub good'. You wouldn't mind at all if it was somepony other than this troll, but she calls the shots. As you came in between her royal marehood, a smirk grew on her face. You rolled your eyes as you neared her slit, but just before you were about to actually begin, she told you to stop.

"What? Why?" you asked confused, making her smirk only grow.

"Forget the loofah. Use your hand." she instructed. You gave her an incredulous look as she began to giggle. "What? You mad?" she asked before bursting out in laughter. You just stared at her, angered and insulted until her straightened up in a instant, her face changing to a sly smirk. "Do I have to call the guards?" she pressured, slowly leaning her head back, her mouth open for a call. Your blood ran cold as she took in air to fuel her scream for help, so without further ado, much to your displeasure, your hand met Celestia's- I mean Trollestia's marehood. The alicorn threw her head back and gave a soft moan, replacing the scream as you rubbed around her mound, relief washing over your being.

Hearing that moan, a realization suddenly hits you. You're not cleaning her anymore, you're pleasuring her! You're pleasuring the very alicorn you swore you hated with a passion, and frankly, you kind of enjoyed it. She must've caught onto your realization as well since she worked up the will to tell you to use your fingers. The look she gave you as she said that was a mesmerizing stare with her bright, ruby-colored eyes. Come to think of it, when she wasn't pranking and laughing at you, she did have beautiful eyes.

As your middle and index finger entered her, Trollestia took a deep inhale of shear pleasure. For an alicorn, she was incredibly tight, you barely being able to just slide in two fingers, even given the moisture from herself and the water. As you think more and more about it, you feel yourself beginning to sport a tent in your pants. It actually pulled on your pants to the point you're reminded of the ring in your pocket.

Should you just place it on her now? Should you wait? If you can keep her from calling out for help, she'd be at your mercy, but once you have her, what will you do?

Before you could ponder further, you were snapped out of your state of mind at her voice.

"Faster." She breathed. As she said that, you could hear the lust in her voice. You were already fingering her anyway, so why not? Tightening your muscles in your arm, you began to finger her rapidly, a similar maneuver you would do when you're mashing a button in a controller. Celestia hooked her hooves around the lip of the tub as pleasure exploded from her nether regions.  Her hind legs began kicking involuntarily at the overpowering feeling, splashing water on you. Through the pleasure and splashing, however, she still had to laugh at your misfortune. That only spurred you to go faster in attempt to shut her up, and it worked as she stopped laughing and went back to moans and the occasional scream each time you hit her sweet spot.

You began to feel her nearing her climax, so, even given the fact that you felt your arm would fall off, you began fingering her as fast and as hard as you could. Tia thrashed about, almost kicking you as her ecstasy overpowered her senses. You begin to confuse yourself between Trollestia and Molestia every second you spend fingering this beautiful wretch. Thinking about it, if this was really Molestia, the white version with the solid pink mane and tail, you'd probably be bucking this mare day in and day out until your package shriveled from overuse. Can that even happen?

You'll think about it later. Right now, you've got a mare to pleasure. The look in those ruby red eyes told you that she was on the verge, and one last thrust with your hand, she was sent over the edge. Celestia erupted like a volcano, her body arching above the water, her juices erupting out of her mound, soaking your hand as you pulled out, flexing your fingers, which felt dead by now.

Once Trollestia calmed down and relaxed back into the water, she looked up at you with an actual sincere smile.

"Thank you, *Your name goes here*. That was... exquisite. I just might not try to prank you tomorrow." Tia said, her voice still breathy, the fatigue catching up with her. Now that you weren't expecting, but you know better than to get your hopes up.

"Look forward to it." you put simply as you pickup the towel you use to dry her off from the massive closet. She then climbed out of the tub, wet and satisfied, and walked over to you.

"You don't have to worry about drying me off this time. I think you've earned a break. At least this time." she said as she passed you, bumping her flank against your still sported tent in your pants, making you give a small grunt as she walked away, swaying her flanks, knowing you were watching as she opened the door and took her leave.

With her gone, you were left alone in the bathroom, wondering what the hell just happened.

XXXXX

You were on your way back to your room, in a content mood.

Your hands were in your pockets, and you were whistling a tune to yourself as you walked the hallways. Being the late evening, Luna was awake, and when she saw you, she trotted up to you.

"Have you sister in her place?" Luna asked, guessing that was what got you in such a content mood. But instead, you curtly shook your head.

"I still don't know what to do to get the message across. That's the big thing, but I don't want to hurt her since well... she's your sister." you explain.

"I thank you for the thought that you put into this predicament, but you must think of something if we are to rid her of this childish behavior. I do not know how much longer I can stand her." Luna said.

"Me too, but what do I do? I take the brunt of her bullcrap." you point out. Luna put a hoof to a chin to ponder. In truth, she already knew exactly what'll get the message across to Tia, but how to get you to do it, she still doesn't know. You're not one to hurt unless seriously provoked. That's how you lasted so long under Trollestia's behavior. But the question she's trying to figure out is what will push you to that level?

"I will have to think about this. In the mean time, keep the ring safe. Since it's close to you, Celestia should not be able to find it. I will talk to you in the morning. Sleep well." and with that, you two headed your separate ways. As you rounded the corner to your room, Luna trotted with haste to her own room.

'I know what I must do. I must provoke him into a rage that will make him put Tia in her place. But the question is... what can anger him to that extent?' Luna asked herself as she trotted through the darkened evening hallways.