Luna floated along in the halls, keeping her form in it's gaseous shape and ducking into corners whenever guards peeked in her directions. Certain that she was hidden, she floated above Lord Rust, high in the rafters as he strode confidently through the castle.

As Luna solidified her upper torso to open a window pane, Lord Rust burst through the courtyard door, beaming like a man who just won the "Most Sexy Stallion of the Year" award. His every step radiated sexual confidence, his stride strong and masculine, his chiselled looks making mares stop and stare as he strode with unfaltering strength to his one desire.

Celestia.

Every Mare who watched him go by stopped and stared at him as he walked past at speed, and Lord Rust could not help but notice that fact. He swelled with pride as the mares grew flustered as they stared at him, and his handsome face, and smiled as they tried to get glances at him as he walked past.

Which is probably why he didn't hear Luna gasp as her boobs got stuck in the window.

"Gods above, not yet again," Luna groaned, "Easy to forget next to sister, but I am not of a weak bosom." Turning to look at Lord Rust, she stopped.

Turing beet red with embarrassment, Luna took in the servants and guards staring at her. It was right about now that Luna realised that her top had slid town slightly, the neckline showing much more of her soft curves than usual. To make matters worse the pressure on them was pushing them up against the straining fabric, making them appear even larger.

Shying away from the hungry eyes staring down her blouse, and feeling as if her cheeks were on fire, Luna ducked back into the rafters before turning into her old gaseous form and chasing after Lord Rust.

***

Celestia perked her ears at the knocking at her door. She put aside her wineglass and got up from her magnificent four poster bed to answer the door, brushing aside the thin gossamer curtains as she stepped onto the thick white carpet, wriggling bare hooves and delighting in the sensation. Hitching up her dress to cover a bit more and straightening the fabric on her arms, Celestia opened the door to reveal a bright eyed and twinkling Lord Rust.

"Your Highness," smiled Lord Rust, "May I come in?"

Celestia raised an immaculate brow, "Lord Rust, might I tell you that it would be considered very inappropriate for you to enter my room? By yourself? While I am relaxing...?"

"To be frank, your Grace," Lord rust smiled, "I don't particularly care."

"Well then," Celestia smiled, leaning on the door, "Come on in, by all means..."

As the door clicked closed, Luna drifted down out of the rafters and solidified, straightening her blouse and putting her ear near the door to listen.

***

Celestia lay back on the bed, leaning against the pillows and stretching out her legs, "Now then, Lord Rust," she said, raising her leg and letting the white fur of her toned white leg slip through the slit on her dress, "Would you mind telling me what this is all about?"

Lord Rust's eyes traced the curve of Celestia's supple calf and thighs, watching as the soft muscle bunched softly under her immaculate coat, the leg shifting slightly to let the cloth slip from her leg in the right way to keep her modesty, while letting Lord Rust stare directly at her exposed leg.

"W-Well," Lord Rust swallowed, "I have often had certain desires, you see..."

"Do go on," Celestia purred, stretching languidly and breathing deeply, letting the light glint off the soft fur on her arms, the long and shapely limbs stretching high while her expansive breasts, each nearly twice the size of her head, slowly heaved with her deep, relaxing breaths; wings splayed with an impressive wingspan, feathers so soft and inviting, more than enough to wrap him in their warm, loving embrace.

"I... I do say," Lord Rust murmured, "You are... astonishingly beautiful, and you always seem to know everything, and-and you make me feel so safe... that nothing can go wrong..." He fidgeted as he watched Celestia's bountiful form stretch again, Celestia arcing her back and pushing her chest out, straining the cloth of her dress against her stomach, showing off it's soft, gentle contours that bled into motherly hips; her breasts pushing against the fabric which held them. For a moment, Lord Rust thought, and hoped, that the dress might break.

"Oh Celestia! I cannot hold it!" Lord Rush threw himself at Celestia's feet, "I want to feel your buns against my skin, to roll myself forwards and knead your dough under my hands, I want to put my loaf into your oven and cook it hot! Please! It's too much!"

Celestia paused, and for a moment Lord Rust feared that he had said the wrong thing. Celestia gently raised herself up, her hooves gently placing themselves in front of Lord rust, the sheer majesty of Celestia almost blotting out the light behind her, except for the light behind her which formed a halo as Celestia ruffled her wings.

"Lord Rust," she said, "If that is what you wanted, I am only so happy to oblige. Please follow me."

***

Luna quickly blew apart into her smoky form and rocketed up into the rafters and Celestia opened the doors, Leading out Lord Rust, who looked rather flustered and was constantly reaching under his collar with a finger.

Celestia padded off, the clopping of her hooves echoing as she led Lord Rust down the stairs towards the kitchens.

***

The kitchens were a bustling place, full of smoke and fire as wooden stoves blazed and pans sisiled. Water boiled, oil and butter melting in their pans. Through it all, the head chef Ramsey strode and yelled, his Scottish accent bellowing across work stations where hapless ponies chopped, sliced, and diced. His woollen coat seemed impervious to the most ferocious of heats, and his curved horns did not impede his frightening hearing, nor obstruct his steely glint as he glared out across his kitchens, intent on finding any weaknesses in his world.

Begrudgingly, Ramsey might admit that he did not technically own the kitchens. He would admit that, yes, on the deeds, it was Celestia who owned them, and now there was a second princess whose signature was on the deeds. But to Ramsey, these were inconsequestial details in his mad little world of pans, pots, and little morons, who WERE CONSTANTLY FOUCKING OUP ON HIS FOUCKING WATCH IN 'IS FOUCKING KITCHEN!

"WHAT THE FOUCK DO Y' MEAN THIS IS SOUP!" Ramsey bellowed, "IT'S FOUCKING PISS IS WHAT IT ES! YELLOW FOUCKING PISS! AH'VE SEEN SOUP WITH MORE TEXTURE COME OUT OF ME ARSE AAFT'R A HOT FOUCKING CURRY HOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DO IT PROPERLY!"

"Chef Ramsey?" Celestia slipped into the kitchen, Lord Rust in tow, "I do apologise, but do you have a spare workstation, Lord Rust here has been over come with a desire to ah, hold my buns and knead my dough. He also wants to bake his loaf in my oven, so plenty of water, flour and yeast may be needed."

Ramsey blinked... "Ah... uh... wheel..."

"It is my kitchen, is it not?" Celestia asked, smiling sweetly.

"Wheel, t'chnically, yers..." Ramsey blinked, while all around, the kitchen hands forgot what they were doing to stare at Celestia and Lord Rust, who was standing agog. Images of him bending Celestia over a table and pounding into her with enough force to echo throughout a kitchen even over this racket kept going over and over in his mind. And what of the flour and the water? Did Celestia want to make dough and... oh gods yes, have Lord Rust pound into her and hard and fast as he could, the loud slaps of flesh on flesh echoing around the kitchens, Celestia moaning and groaning in pleasure while Celestia put her hands into the mixture, mixing it with the sheer force of their lust, breasts scraping across and... milk, of course, he'd use Celestia as a dairy cow, squirting out milk from her breasts into the dish if needed, maybe taking a suckle here and there, filling his belly with goodness... taking and giving...

"So don't worry, he'll be out of your hair," Celestia beamed, "Of course, there are things I must attend to, so I need you to look after him for me."

Chief Ramsey put on a strained smile, "Ah, O' coarse Celestia, Ahm more than 'appy to look aft'r 'im f'yeh."

Celestia smiled, and walked out of the kitchen, while Ramsey reached under a counter and took out a beer. Popping the cap off with the tip of his horn, he passed it to Lord Rust, "Weeel, y'know what th'say," he smiled sadly,"Eets beeter to 'aved loved an lost than to av never loved at all."

***

Cadence watched as Celestia, with slumped shoulders, walked out of the kitchens. Cadence quickly slipped inside before the door could shut, blinking in the intense heat of the kitchens, and the dozens of chefs working away in an industrial line. She was quite fond of what they made, and she had long since thought of them as extremely talented. These chefs, she well know, could take twigs, some weeds, things you couldn't get a dog to eat, some river water, and a few amphibians, and take these ugly and disgusting things and cook... no... create something that would make even the most jaded and cruel vicious cunt of a food critic break down in tears and do anything, anything just to get one more measly mouthful of perfection.

Of course, liking the results doesn't mean that you want to see it made, and on seeing what they did to the salmon swore that she would never touch the saumon poêlé farci aux œufs de poisson non fécondés ever again. And forget the chaussures en cuir bouilli mariné dans la boue.

It was enough to make you sick.

Cadence quickly strode to Lord Rust, using her massive pregnant gut as a sort of battering ram to push the kitchen hands aside as she walked. There was only a few short moments before she was out of time, and they had to use the third pony.

Taking a seat opposite the morose Lord Rust, who was sipping at his beer bottle, Cadence caned back against the table. "Lord Rust," she said, "what went wrong?"

Lord Rust fidgeted, "I admit, Princess Celestia's beauty struck me hard, I was so overcome by her grace and grandeur,"

"And her huge tits." Cadence smiled. Lord rust stared at Cadence, making her fidget a bit, "Well it's true," she said, "I may be married to Shining, and yes, I'm faithful, but I've always been able to appreciate the fairer sex, and she has amazing breasts. I'm pretty big myself at an F cup, and I'm jealous." Cadence cupped her breasts to show them off, the soft flesh sagging around her fingers as she hefted them up.

"Well," said Rust, swallowing hard, "Your husband is extremely lucky to have a wife such as you, of that I can be sure."

"You're telling me," Cadence leered, "I once managed to convince a maid to come along. I tied up Shining and made him watch as we played. By the end of it, he was straining out of the ropes and his dick was leaking a river."

"Your Grace," gasped Rust, "I don't think that's appropriate talk!"

"Fuck you, I'm pregnant." Cadence snorted, "So, what happened?"

Lord Rust leaned in closely, "I begged her to let me rut her like an animal," he admitted, "I begged her to take me. I acted like some rutting beast, and I think I offended her with my crassness. Since I used baking as an innuendo, I think she used it poetically to punish me."

"Hm." said Cadence, "I'll keep that in mind."

Author's Note

Good god, am I going to turn this into out and out porn!?

Yes. Yes I am.