Celestia's Honorary Mares

Chapter 1

The Trip

Sometime in January 2012

Kristina Vox's life was crashing and burning before her eyes. She was facing the devastating fallout from a divorce with her husband of only 4 months, the A-list teen hearththrob Dude Doucherson, after he had discovered her sordid affair with Schubert Gay, the director of her latest film, Transformpires 2. Transformpires 2 was Kristina's greatest leading role yet, a 300 million dollar blockbuster film about sparkling vampire robots who hide in plain sight by disguising themselves as everyday ordinary werewolves, but she can only fall in love with and date one of them to save the earth from the all-ching, a mysterious cube that turns everything into shitty Hasbro merchandise.

Kristina got the lead role, and Schubert Gay got his blowjob, it was win-win. But her new husband Dude Doucherson was not happy with that business decision. A swirling torrent of other bad decisions and skipped paperwork over the past year would leave her without any settlement, and completely bankrupt. Kristina was in deep debt, and her rehab clinic wouldn't stop calling her. She sat on a bench outside Warnyourmother Studios. Director Guillotino Del Cornhol had just taken her to see him in his office, and had just broken the news that her contract was broken and someone else had been chosen for the lead role in what was to be her next biggest film, Little Bo Peep: Frakenstein Huntress. She was now out of a job.

She dug through her purse in agitation and grabbed her flask, downing a gulp of burning amber fuck-it juice. She sealed and put it back, then slowly looked at her bottle of pills at the bottom of her purse. She began to think dark thoughts to herself, fondling the pill bottle, when suddenly she heard an odd clopping sound coming towards her from down the sidewalk. She shut her purse and looked around, and saw a strange visitor approaching her. It was a horse. Or, it was like a horse, at least, but not a horse-like horse which sane, rational humans were comfortably familiar with, but a half-adorable, half terrifying mutant horse, with monstrous eyes, a rounded forehead, and a tiny nose, features which were bizarrely and uncannily infantile and humanlike, an alien life form.

'Oh God. It's one of those freaky anime horses from the other side of that opened up rift world of alien life I briefly something heard about on the news.' She thought. Was it one of those things, possibly? She wracked her brain trying to remember the details of that forever world-changing event that had constantly been on the news she never bothered watching.
'Nah... that can't be right... this must be a lingering hallucination from Whitney Houston's hotel room party the other night. That lady's gotta slow down, she's not gonna last much longer at that rate'. she reasoned to herself.

The hallucination came closer, eyeing her with a warm smile on his cute wittle face. He wasn't just passing by.

This quadrupedal bratz doll-eyed marshmallow-fleshed unicorn wore a cloak that shimmered like stardust, and had light pastel orange skin, with a light greenish-blue mane.

'Aww, he's so adorable! I didn't already just take one of these pills, did I?" Kristina wondered to herself, trying to remember as she picked up and rattled the bottle against her ear.

The thin then spoke to her, startling her a bit.
"Welcome, friend. I come bearing good news. Your life is about to change. You have been chosen to come with me to the land of Equestria."

"Hey, I already paid you guys my dues this month! Wait... which trendy celebrity religious cult are you from again?", she asked him, trying to act casual, in case he really was just a nutty human and she was only hallucinating him to be a talking cartoon horse.

"Come, Kristina Vox of Hollywood. The royal court of the star Queens awaits you. Here, grab my hoof.", said the cute little toy horsie-in-a-blanket, lifting his hoof up to her.

"Eew, I'm not gonna touch your hoof, you were just walking barefoot down Hollywood boulevard! There's gotta be hobo DNA all over you!", Kristina said, reeling away from him.

The unicorn rolled his eyes.

"Very well then." the horse said listlessly, pulling out a strange device from a pocket in his cloak.

It looked like some sort of dodecahedron covered in tiny horns. Kristina stoop up and backed away, but the thing began to let out a high pitched whistling noise, like air escaping from a pinched baloon, but reverberating like a helicopter, and suddenly her surroundings, the bench, the concrete sidewalk, all turned to glass and became formless and dark.
She fell backwards, disoriented, and flew through a tunnel of light and sound, a vortex of blocked youtube videos, 404'd threads, and uninspired digital art, accompanied by a cacophanous racket of squeaky, obnoxious voices remixed into dubstep rhythms. It was like getting sucked down a black hole of autism. She clasped her ears and shut her eyes tight, when she suddenly landed on cool grass.

She righted herself and stumbled to her feet, picking up her purse. She was in the spacious courtyard garden of a shimmering castle under a pale blue sky. She looked around, but the orange cloaked horse wasn't around. There were others, random women, all around her, also getting up, shaking themselves off, reeling with shock, trying to reorient themselves after also apparently falling down through some disorienting ride. Several had been there a bit longer than a few seconds and seemed to be wandering aimlessly around, taking in the scenery. All of them women, for some reason. Aside from the small crowd of women, Kristina saw more freaky colored cartoon horse things. They stood about silently against stone walls around the perimeter of the courtyard. These horsies wore brassy and silvery plate armor, and held pikes in the air, and didn't move much, mainly just looked forward unblinkingly, but a couple's eyes moved past them as they went by.

A woman in a deep blue reporter's overcoat and skirt stood about ten feet away. She was holding a microphone with a number '5' on it, and was just standing there looking around just like her.
“Funny all this, isn't it?”, she said rather casually, glancing back at her. She had a strong southern English accent, not that Kristina knew specifically it was southern English.

"Where are we?", Kristina asked bewilderedly.

"Yes, a very pressing question right now, I think we're all wondering that. Just an educated guess from what I know as a reporter on some recent world events, I'd say we're right in the capitol of those bonkers horse aliens from that television program that got all mixed up with our reality through that interdimensional rift.", she said.

"Goddamnit.", Kristina swore. “What the fuck?!”, she broke down, grinding her hands around in her dark hair. "How did we get here?", she squealed.

"Your guess is as good as mine! One second I'm doing an everday report on the lack of proper needlebanks in Soho, report's a wrap, when this bloody talking pink horse with freaky eyes comes up to me in a wierd cloak, shakes my hand, says some rubbish about a 'questra' or something, suddenly, here."

"Oh, yeah. I was hoping that wasn't real. Mine was orange.", Kirsten said, her heart sinking. Was this all real after all?

“Hey...” The reporter said, “aren't you... Kristina Vox! Impossible! It's an honor to meet you! Marissa Pilkington, Channel 5 Edmonton.” the pretty red-haired woman said, habitually holding up a microphone with one hand and shaking her hand with the other.
“I never thought I'd meet someone like you... somewhere like, this...” She suddenly looked down at her mic, and around herself.
“Well not much use in this for now, I guess.” she looked around, and just stuck the microphone in her coat pocket.

“What do we—BWMHH...” she belched a little, “What do we do now?”, Kristina asked.

Marissa shrugged. “Just go with it, I guess.” she said.

Some of the women were beginning to walk towards the castle. Instead of more of the ominous armored sentinel horses, towards the front of the courtyard there was a female horse thing with a dark grey coat and a white mane with red and gold highlights, waving them all towards her. Kristina cringed at her color scheme.

"Welcome, guests! Please, everyone, make your way to the castle and you will be further directed in the grand royal hall.", the clash-colored mare said enthusiastically.

They followed her direction and passed through a couple more courtyards until they came towards the massive facade of what was clearly a grand hall entrance, a huge, impressive front wall with vast wooden double doors which opened as they approached, flanked by a few female horses who had joined their group to direct them.

“So, why are we here?”, Kristina asked the mare nearest to her.

“You're here to serve, and be served.”, she said with a smile.

“But I didn't sign up for anything like this!”

“Oh you didn't have to.”, she curtly responded. “You're all perfect enough for the task, the Star Queens assigned you for it!”

In the grand entrance chamber of the magnificently inordinate castle they gathered, what seemed like close to a hundred women, gathered more tightly together, Kristina and Marissa looked around themselves at their gathering, all fairly young, and, all, very beautiful.

They waited a few moments, facing a grand staircase.

A delicate, beautiful white horse, wearing a golden crown and bulky neckpiece approached, soon followed by a deep night blue horse, they stood together at the first dais of the staircase. Their hair, having the color schemes of tacky easter decorations, shimmered and glowed like plasma. Kristina noticed they had both wings and horns too. She shook herself, trying to stay caught up with the stream of continuing mindfuck assaulting her every passing minute.

The white horse spoke.

"Welcome, beloved guests of our Queendom! I am Queen Celestia--”
“--And I am Queen Luna.” the dark horse said.
“You have all been summoned here to heed the call of a great distress in our world. For you see, our kind, our race, our very world, is at great risk of decline and extinction. Six months ago, a rift was opened up, forever changing our world and yours, and creating a connection between our two worlds that-- “

Kristina's attention drifted in an out, her buzz from the flask she took a swig from was really catching up to her now. From then on out she missed most of Celestia and Luna's speech.

“--for our own women are now leaving us in pursuit of your men. So now, you all must fullfill a duty of great importance and devotion. You are all given new lives to serve as stewards of our people, as--"

Kristina wasn't forming any sense from the speech, only hearing key phrases like "great sacrifices" and "pleasing your master” and “giving into your stallion's every need”.

'Ah great. Another Kabbalah sermon. Why do I always somehow end up at these things after a major bender?', Kristina thought, huffing air up into her bangs, hearing nothing of the words from the two horses that all of the other women were now beginning to react to very emotionally to, holding their hands to their mouths in shock.

“OH, JUST PASS OUT THE E-METERS ALREADY SO WE CAN GO HOME EARLY, I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY!”, Kristina yelled out, heckling the two queens of Equestria in a drunken stupor. The other women gasped and looked at her, then back at the princesses in terror. Marissa grabbed Kristina by the shoulders and pushed her down a bit so her head was hidden in the crowd.
“What are you doing?Are you drunk?!”she hissed.
Kristina grinned and nodded back at Marissa from under her arms. HhhhYeeeeeaaaaah.” she snickered.
The room had fallen deathly silent. The qeens had briefly paused, and turned their heads toward Kristina's spot in the crowd, expressions unchanging. The sister queens exchanged a quick smirk between each other and continued on with their speech.

"Your lives are now to begin again anew, you are to be re-foaled this day. Worry not now of any painful burden from Earth, for your old life is but a fading memory. All of your troubles, cares, worries and stresses are gone from you. You now have only one responsibility in life-- to live a life of unending, limitless pleasure, to give it unyieldingly to your stallion masters, and, yes, to recieve it, and welcome it.", Celestia said conclusively.

Along with Kristina's oblivious drunken heckling, the room erupted into a crescendo of women wailing and screaming in protest. The crowd of them, 72 in all now began to realize their true fate, some huddled down and wept, some pulled at their hair in maddening anguish, many pointed fingers and raised fists threateningly towards the Queens, yelling in fearful defiance.

“YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!”

“WE HAVE RIGHTS! WE'RE AMERICANS!”

“OUR COUNTRY WILL COME FOR US! THEY'LL KICK YOUR FAT HORSESE'S ASSES!”

“I'M FROM CANADA, BUT THEY'LL HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT THIS TOO, YOU KNOW!”

“I'M FROM NORTH KOREA, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAVING ME!”

“SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEENNNCE!!!!!!!”

“I don't understand...”, the white horse queen said in a bristling tone. “ Why are so many of you unhappy with this? I hoof-picked each and every one of you, all 72 of you, yes, partly because of your great beauty, but also because nearly all of you were at luck's end. We saw your emotions. You were already unhappy! With everything about your lives! You thought about killing yourselves even! This is a second chance for you... All of you! Equestria needs you, I have called on you to serve it, it is a chance for you all to rejuvinate a zest to life which you had all but lost. Why, many of you were on the brink of suicide when my agents found you, If you had not been taken here, you might have ended it already! I may have saved your lives this day. THINK. ABOUT. THAT. She said, the last three words echoing across the grand hall in silence.
Kristina looked about herself with embarrassment, not that everyone around her knew just what she had been doing on that bench, but that calling-out directed at them all made her feel ashamed. She looked around hoping no one suspected of her, but all the other women were also looking about themselves the same way, with that same insecure look. Marissa even was looking down at the floor. What was going on in their lives? What were all of these women around her hiding? Were they all like her?

"...Very well Now, it is time for us to freshen up after your long journeys here. Come come, let's discard of those shabby old world clothing on your backs, and change into some more traditional garb, after all, you're Equestrians now! When in Canterlot, do as the... Canterlo--... as ponies from Canterlot do!", the white horse queen declared, stomping her hoof twice.

Magical plasmid energy flow out of the horns of the two queens, which formed a swirling pink and blue cloud which washed over the entire crowd of women. Screams, and shrieks erupted from throughtout their crowd, as the magical energy surrounding them began to tug at their clothes, and against their fighting and holding down their shirts and pants and skirts and dresses, it effortlessly disrobed them.
Kristina's shirt stetched out and began to pull upwards, when she tried to hold it to her front by her arms a split formed up the back of the shirt, and it slipped by the sleeves off her arms. Ditto for her jeans. She was lifted a foot off the ground, and they too both slipped right off the ends of her feet. She yelped as her purse too was yanked from her hands. Marissa, now half-naked, along with everyone else in the room, tried in vain to hold onto her Channel 5 microphone, but it too slipped away. Kristina felt her bra unclip and her purple panties slipping down, and off her feet. A sea of women's clothes sailed into the air and "swam" about in a great cloud above their heads. When dropped back to the ground, all stark naked, they all tried in vain to jump up and catch them, some flew and dangled only just above their reach. Kristina scowled over at Celestia and Luna and saw them snickering as they flexed their magical energy to raise and lower bits of clothing while they jumped at it, they were playing keep-away with them. The storm of clothes elongated and soared like a flock of birds down a lofty hallway.
The women now all stood together naked as jaybirds, feebly trying to hide themselves with their arms, blushing like tomatoes and avoiding eye contact with each other.

"As you can all see,” said the queens, “we ponies don't exactly dress too heavily, and now, neither shall you. Don't be embarrassed. You have nothing to hide here, and nor do we. Embrace your new freedom! And get ready for tonights' activities, for tonight, you girls will be born again as our new honarary mares!”