Celestia laid out on her on her stomach in her bed, reading an adult novel done by the ever so famous A.K. Yearling, maker of the Daring Do series, legs kicking in time to an unseen rhythm. She wore a clear white night gown, her breasts squished into the fabric of her sheets, her wings folded neatly into her back. Traveling down, she wore a pair of rainbow panties to cover herself. She paused in her reading to suck on a straw. A small glass hovered nearby captured in a golden glow, the glass held one of her hand-made smoothies. Hey, she may have countless servants and maids to wait on her hand and hoof, but she liked to make her own things once in a while.

She soon swallowed and returned to her reading. She flushed a little when she read the paragraph.

Bartholomew lovingly kissed the naked, bound, gagged, and blindfolded mare that was his mare friend on the nose. She moaned as she looked toward the area where the kiss had come from. Bartholomew chuckled lightly as he kneaded her warm breasts making her squirm in delight.

“Are you sure you're ready, Katie?” The stallion asked.

The only answer he got was a nod of her head and her tail raising to show her soaking marehood. Bartholomew gave a sly grin and quickly dove in with his tongue. The muffled squeal of shock and delight echoed in his head as he eagerly lapped her, his tongue going in deep into her pussy...

Celestia shuddered in delight as the image entered her mind. Her wings stiffly shot out and locked into place, throbbing in time with her heartbeat. She bit her lower lip as her nipples became rock hard and the wanting of a lover's touch filled her every fiber.

So engrossed with her thoughts, she failed to see a strand of brown rope emerge from underneath her bed and flying over her still slow kicking legs. The rope began to wound itself into a large loop.

The loop was now large enough to encompass the lower part of her lean legs. The remaining strand of the rope coiled around the loop making it become rope leg cuffs, still loose. The rope, controlled by magic, sat waiting. Waiting to meet the tempo the legs were setting. The rope cuffs got their chance when Celestia paused again to take a sip. They dropped down onto her legs, stopping just after the feet met the ankles and tightened.

Celestia's eyes went wide at a foreign feeling around her legs. She swiveled back and gasped in shock at the sight of rope around her legs.

“What the? Discord. This is not funny!” Celestia hollered.

Strangely, the spirit didn't appear in her room. She waited a few moments before she slapped her head as she remembered that she had warded her room to prevent Discord from peeping on her. While she was distracted with her thoughts, a small platinum ring shot out from under her pillow and attached itself to her horn, suppressing her alicorn and unicorn magics. The Princess felt her magic become suppressed and gasped in shock. She turned to one of her mirrors and saw the ring.

She attempted to get rid of the suppressor ring, class five she saw, when her hands were stopped by several more coils of ropes. She watched in growing fear as the ropes bound her hands and arms behind her back, her wings, now calmed down, bound to her back, and the rest of her legs. Getting her wits back, she opened her mouth to call out for her guards...and got a large red ball wedged into her teeth. There was a soft 'snap' as the straps that connected to the ball clicked shut, trapping her mouth. She gave out a muffled yelp and began to struggle in her bondage.

She rolled all over the bed, trying to break the ropes around her arms, kicked her legs to break them in case it was one of her more perverted fanboys, and screamed through her ball-gag. She was awarded with slow clapping coming from the foot of her bed.

“A very exquisite performance, Celestia, most exquisite.” A voice, tinged with amusement and demonic power, said.

The Solar di-arch turned her head down and her eyes widened at the sight of The Overlord. She got up into a sitting position and glared at the dark lord.

“Hvmrlhrd, rmlmhfm mm thnf Hmnfthnt!” She growled out through her gag making the Overlord chuckle.

“Release you? And miss this opportunity to bond with you again? I think not.”

Celestia growled behind her gag and fought to get the ropes off of her again. All this did was provide a free show of her breasts bouncing for the Overlord. As he watched, The Overlord shed his helmet, armor, and Thraldom mail revealing his body to Celestia once more.

She ceased her struggles and looked him over, flushed red from the fight with the ropes or if she was blushing like a school filly at the sight no one could tell. The Overlord was still the same as he was Centuries ago; muscles that look modest to a fair body builder but Celestia knew that they could shatter mountains and make volcanoes erupt with a swing of whatever weapon he was using. Her throat became dry seeing the baby blue eyes and almost white hair with the chiseled, clean shaven face of a youth. She watched as the Overlord came over, sat down on her bed, and brought her onto his lap. She resumed her struggles once more as he touched her face. He leaned in as he breathed in her mane.

“Ah...the dew of an early morning...the smell of the spring and summer flowers. You always knew how to make your mane like it is Celestia.”

The response he got was a headbutt. However, he easily caught her by the chin and laugh jovially. She growled as he scratched her chin much like a cat.

“Hvmrlhrd, hntnm mm hr fh hmlp mm, Hm wnll...wnll...” Celestia started, but trailed off as he began to kiss, lick and softly bite her neck along with massaging her body, legs, and wings.

Her growls of rage, loathing and frustration turned to mews of content, pleasure, and calmness as he continued his works, her joints being worked on by a former love once more. Oh, handmaids could do this, but with a lover, even a former, it was so much more special.

She moaned as he rubbed her stomach, playing with her bellybutton lightly, making her giggle. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he undid the knot holding her nightie in place and pushed it back, revealing her large boobs to the room and her hardened nipples to him.

He took one of them in his right hand, weighing it like a grocer would weigh a watermelon. She shuddered as her breast was softly played with, his thumb kneading the nipple. She whimpered at the teasing lick he had done on the nape of her neck. She watched him lean her back on to the bed, trailed kisses and licks down until he hit her right breast. He looked up at her with a look in his eyes that made Celestia tingle around her marehood.

She threw her head back and let out a loud moan as the Overlord took the nipple in his mouth and rubbed it with his tongue, the electrical shocks on her nerves making her weak in the knees, grateful that she was at least laying on the bed. She bucked when the Overlord bit the nipple lightly, making more shocks of pleasure set her nerves alight with passion. Soon, she was back up and in his lap, his right hand fondling her breasts, his mouth licking her jawbone, and his left hand traveling lower...lower...lower, into her panties. Her eyes flew open as she felt him feel her slit with a finger. He rubbed the clit in between his index and thumb, playing with it.

It was all too much; the kisses, the licks, the fondling, and now, the playing of her pussy.

“Mhhnf...” Celestia moaned out loud as she came right onto the Overlord's hand.

He withdrew it from her underwear and brought it up to her eye level. She felt the gag fall away, leaving her panting, her tongue lolling out. She licked her lips as the overlord present his finger to her, and she eagerly began to suckle on it.
The Overlord looked Celestia in the eye as she sucked his finger off.

“You are still as beautiful as the day we first met, Tia.” He said softly, love and care in his voice. “So tell me...who do you belong to?”

Celestia paused in her sucking and replied.

“You, master. I belong to you.” She said airily as she grind her hips against his, wanting more.

“How do you want me?”

She restrained her moan of frustration; he wanted that from her.

“I want you in all your wild, un-tameable, EVIL, glory Lord!” She said barely above a whisper, but far from shouting.

The Overlord's smile was bigger, shark-like as the ball-gag was reapplied to Celestia's mouth.

“Where do you want me?” He asked, touching her gagged mouth. “Here?”

Celestia shook her head, whining in the back of her throat. The Overlord paid no attention to it as he traveled down to both of her breasts.

“Here?”

Again, she shook her head, her whines getting louder with want and need. He once again ignored the whine as he traveled down to her butt.

“Perhaps here out on the balcony. I'm sure your subjects would be happy to see you get fucked in the ass, helpless to stop me from taking you.” He said with a dark chuckle.

That statement alone made Celestia's mind go spinning into dangerous waters. Her subjects seeing her getting ass-fucked by a dark tyrant. It made her cum again, thinking of their derision, screaming in shock, heads shaking in disgust as she wantonly moaned out to the Overlord as she was taken. She was brought back from dreaming by another chuckle.

“Well, seems you got excited at the thought of your subjects watching. So...here then?”

As much as she wanted to show herself off, she shook her head. She whined louder as she tried to thrust herself onto him, but the grip he had on her was too strong. She watched as the Overlord's hand traveled in front to her throbbing sex hidden by her panties.

“Or perhaps here is where you want it.”

Celesita grind herself against the finger, shaking her ass on the fabric containing the...well, stallionhood wouldn't quite fit the Overlord given that he wasn't a full-blooded stallion but it had the same function. He laughed at the actions of the diarch as he vanished them with magic, making them reappear some ways away in a clothes hamper. She watched as he put her bound legs onto his broad shoulder and moaned lustfully as the Overlord leaned his face down and licked the outside. She so badly wanted to kick her legs to get him to move, but the binds were too strong. He continued to tease the outside, making her writhe in anticipation and growl through her gag.

“Plmhfm, mhftmr, fhgg mm fnlln!”

The Overlord stopped his minstrations, looked up at Celestia's face, opened his mouth, and...

“GOOD EARLY MORNING, CANTERLOT!”

Celestia looked at the Overlord in confusion.

“Hhh?!?” She asked before she got the feeling of floating upward.

OVMLP

Celestia's eyes flew open as she sat up in her...

“Bed? Then...it...he...I...a dream?” She sputtered out before another voice cut through.

“THIS IS DJ PON-3 WITH YOUR EARLY MORNING HOUR OF DUBSTEP! SO LET'S STA-*Kzzt*” The radio shouted out. Sadly, it's life was cut off by blast of solar magic from a very pissed off, not to mention VERY horny, Princess.

“DJ PON-3, PRAY THAT THEE NEVER MEETS US, LEST WE SENDTH THEE HURTLING INTO THE SUN FOR DENYING US THE PLEASURE OF OUR MASTER, THE OVERLORD!” Celestia roared, the runes that silenced her room from the hustle and bustle of Canterlot straining to contain the rage-induced voice of the Princess.

OVMLP

Somewhere in Canterlot, at Radio Station 101.3, an alabaster unicorn mare, with electric blue hair and purple shades, paused in her shouting into a mike as a cold wave passed over her spine.

Alright...either some goose walked over my grave, or I pissed off someone who was about to have the best orgasm of their life. Vinyl Scratch AKA DJ Pon-3 thought as she resumed her work, albeit with more a sedated pace.

OVMLP

Celestia, after raising the sun, sat in her bed, brooding about the lost fantasy she had just left. She was sooo close! Just one more moment was all she needed, but no. No, she was denied that.

She was still huffy when there was urgent knocking at her door. With a polite, but tense, 'Come in,' the door opened. In came a very shaky mail stallion who simply brought the creme colored envelope before he left in a hurry. Celestia, still lamenting over the sexual dream, opened the letter and glanced it over.

Immediately, her mind dropped the dream as she read the words. She gasped in shock as she dropped it before summoning her guards.

Prance needed their help.

Author's Note

Okay...i don't know what to say on this one so I'll explain a bit. I started with the bottom part with Celestia in her throne room getting the message, then i thought to myself 'Hey, why not explore the mind of a 5,000 year old goddess still in the prime of her life?' Obviously, i don't know what i was thinking. Should've just kept going with the previous one, but sadly, i deleted it so now we're stuck with what i got.

Please leave a comment. And don't hate me for this chapter.