Rarity Does Canterlot

While Rarity was coming back to reality, she felt an odd tugging sensation at her hooves. She pulled them and found that she seemed to be shackled somewhere. Panicked, she opened her eyes and jerked all the hoof-cuffs, hoping to get free. Her struggle was to no avail, as she saw she was in some sort of dungeon, probably under the castle, and surmised she was strapped on her back to a surprisingly comfortable bed for a dungeon, or at least a well-covered table.

“Greetings, Little Miss Rarity,” called out a familiar voice, “glad you are back here to join us back in the world of the living. It seems we had very similar plans for tonight.”

Rarity turned to the noise and saw that its speaker was none other than the alicorn who busted her, well, dare she think of it in that way, one-mare (and several stallion) orgy. Her mouth moved as she tried to combine her hate for be- ing called “Little Miss,” shock at being in a dungeon, hon- our at talking to the princess, and fear from being caught in such a compromising position.

Celestia continued, “So, you do realise it is illegal to distract the royal guards from their duty, even if you were busy mating with them, my little pony?”

Rarity, still flabbergasted at the situation and how she somehow ended up in it, started to respond with some variant of “um, no?” when she instead panicked and let out, “I’m sorry, princess, please don’t banish me or lock me in a dungeon for the rest of my days. I did not know what washed over me. They were just there, so handsome in uniform and so well-endowed.” The designer contin- ued, her voice continuing to gain in pitch until she ended up in a whimper, “I was so busy working that I forgot to give time to myself. Even when I did, all the stallions in Ponyville were either boorish colts or were taken. I just came here to resolve my frustrations away from the ponies who might spread rumour about me being a floozy.”

“Well, then. I can forgive you, if that is what you want. I, too, am a mare, after all.” Celestia leaned in to nuzzle Rarity before continuing, “However, I strongly recommend you do not seek forgiveness just yet. I believe I have a most valuable lesson to teach you. If I forgive you now, I shall have get back to work and deal with matters I would rather my sister solve,” she said in her voice usually re- served for when Twilight did something stupid out of mis- placed fear of the princess’ wrath, thus necessitating the princess’ intervention. As she finished her statements, she turned around so her hind legs were straddling Rarity’s. “Now,” she continued in a much softer voice, “might I suggest you start by pleasing the royal plot,” as she backed her- self over Rarity until her quarters were over the unicorn’s neck.

Rarity knew nothing about pleasing mares, in spite of deeply repressed memories of experimenting with Miss Cheerilee after an over-the-top game of Truth-or-Dare ended and the two bored and curious fillies did what they thought they heard one of the dares be about combined with one of the stories told by an older filly. Rarity did conclude that she was probably to use her tongue and lips since her hooves were out of commission, but other than that, she had no idea. The unicorn considered calling it quits and begging for forgiveness right then and there, but an audience with a princess, even if it was in a guarded dungeon with the princess asking her to do unusual things while restrained, was still a private party with a princess. At very least, she would have bragging rights on lots of Canterlot types. She nervously watched as the princess bent her knees lower, and lower, and lower while her tail went higher and higher.

The princess took her time lowering herself, making sure to enjoy the unicorn’s breath on her loins. Each breath made the princess want to just give in and buckle her knees. However, she knew not to frighten her prisoner and that the slow build-up would make it even better, so she slowly lowered herself, fighting her mating instinct.

Rarity watched as each breath of hers made the princess’ plot glisten. The lower it got, the faster the uni- corn’s heart beat out of excitement, fear, nervousness, and a strange sense of arousal. Rarity could clearly smell the meadow-like secretions from the princess, the scent washing her fear and making her want to taste the princess’ privates. The captive unicorn reached up her head to inhale the royal scent and let it fill her lungs when her nose made contact, sending a shiver through Celestia.

The princess continues to push back until Rarity’s head only had an inch or two of room from when it was pushed against the pillow until her nose was buried as far as it could go into the princess. At this point, the unicorn ventured to taste whatever substance was giving off such a delightful scent.

The princess moaned and pushed until the unicorn was both against the pillow and had her snout inside the princess’ folds. The princess enjoyed the tongue and wiggled her bottom around so that the trapped unicorn rubbed against all her sensitive folds and clitoris. This pleasuring was quickly brought to an end when she heard the chains tying the hoofcuffs to the bed rattle as the panicked unicorn tried to escape. Celestia stood up fully while Rarity gasped for air.

Realising her mistake, the princess turned around and approached her captive, “I am truly sorry. You were doing such a good job, I had forgotten you also need to breathe,” Celestia apologised while leaning close to Rarity. She then kissed the panicked unicorn on the cheek, then the neck, then licked her nose and got a good taste of her own fluids.

Now incredibly aroused, Celstia asked, “After that incident, do you wish to continue your punishment? I under- stand and will forgive you fully if you choose to be released now. If you choose to continue, I will remain standing and let the guards levitate you into position to make sure you can breathe.”

Rarity seriously considered dropping out of the palace, but something about the princess overrode her logic centres, “Princess, I will finish my punishment. Even though all I wanted was to be pounded senseless by a stallion of two, this is different and I want to spent the time here with you.”

Celestia then kissed the pony on the lips, inserting her tongue into her captive’s mouth, getting her own taste off Rarity’s tongue. Feeling her wings stretch out to the maximum, she went in again and licked the rest of her juices off Rarity’s muzzle and the stray bits that got into her mane. From this amorous position, Celestia could no longer hold in her desire for something more.

“Guards!” The Princess of the Day exclaimed, sending Rarity into a fit of worry if she had done something wrong and was to be banished, “Attend to my wings!” Rarity was relieved and continued to kiss the princess back, still in shock at how nice it was to be physically intimate with another mare.

A second and third pair of guards entered from nowhere and began in their well-trained operation. One pair of guards was making sure the prisoner was at a good height for pleasing the princess and ensuring both ponies remembered to breathe, one pair attended the base of the wings with massage, and the third delicately licked and teased the royal feathers. Even under the heavy ceremonial horse armour, the guards were all visibly aroused.

The ponies continued to make out, while the princess gently stroked her captive. Eventually, Celestia turned herself around and straddled Rarity once more, this time having her guards bring the unicorn up to meet the princess. The princess felt herself produce a few drops of wetness that ran down her leg and anxiously waited for the guards toMMMMM...as they brought up the prisoner to the correct altitude, Celestia moaned. The feeling of Rarity’s tongue against her most intimate folds was too much to resist. The guards attending to her extremities brought Celestia to an incredible state of arousal. The change of pace from two stallions inhibiting her ability to gallop to the gentle sensations of tongue in her folds and gentle touching and licking her wings proved far more exciting than anticipated. Celestia found her rear legs buckle in orgasm and Rarity felt a few drips hit her and blood rush into her head as the guards lowered her so that she would not be crushed.

When Celestia had regained her composure and her orgasm shivers stopped, she stood up fully and walked away from Rarity so she could be free to turn around. She then straddled Rarity again to face her and rubbed her neck against Rarity’s. Pleasuring the princess had brought her some slow arousal that she did not notice, but having the princess treat her like this brought it all out in full force that was expressed in the impassioned response to Celestia’s gentle kiss.

After Rarity had calmed enough to break the kiss, Celestia noted, “Yes. I am up to standard today, like usual.” She continued, “Rarity, you have fully earned your forgive- ness. GUARDS! RELEASE HER!”

Rarity moved her hooves up above her head, then slowly back down and rolled to her side as she slowly got back onto her hooves. Celistia continued, “You are free to leave now. However, you are also perfectly welcome to stay. If you choose to stay, we will move to an environment more comfortable for both of us.”

Rarity’s logic told her to gallop out of Canterlot as fast as possible. However, her sentimental side noted that even as a captive in the dungeon, Celestia treated her as nicely as stallions who hoped to get into bed with her did, and the princess did not stop being so respectful even once her fun might have had to stop. Pushing her over the edge to ignore her logic for a second time was the wonderful feeling she got from being neck-to-neck with the princess and a gut feeling that there was more of that if she agreed to stay. Rarity got very close to Celestia’s side and started to use her magic to wrap herself under Celestia’s wing when she found herself in a room she recognised as the place her friends and the princess had crashed after the Grand Galloping Gala.