The room is empty, save for a single ornate mirror hanging on the wall. Celestia pauses at the mirror for a moment, taking in the sight of her own face and majestic pastel coloured mane flowing behind her of its own accord. Everything about her is the picture of regality – her form and figure, as well as the stature of her poise. The ground beneath her bows at her presence, and she swears that looking into her own eyes in the mirror that she can almost make out an ethereal crowd in the distance, cheering and saluting her as she stands.
That simply wouldn’t do, of course.
Before the waiting can take a further toll on her imagination, Celestia hears the door open. It clicks quietly as it closes, and Celestia turns to meet the entrant. Her smile is warm, but formal as Luna nods her hello.
“Luna, my sister. Are things… I mean, how are you?” Celestia fumbles her words in an unusual display of awkwardness. Luna simply rolls her eyes and blows a puff of air through one side of her mouth in obvious disdain.
“We see no need for your paltry display of supposed restraint, sister. Everything has been taken care of.”
Celestia breathes a sigh of relief, dipping her head before smiling brightly at her sister again. “Wonderful, wonderful. I do hope the preparations haven’t been too much of a bother?”
“Certainly not. We are no common pony-“ Celestia smirks at the word choice, but remains silent. “-and we have taken the utmost pains to ensure thy directions are carried out fully.”
Celestia tips her head in thanks, still grinning. “You know Luna, you really must take care to work on the formality of your speech. Talking like that will win you no fans among average ponies.” Celestia’s voice is edged somewhere between a laugh and a taunt, and Luna responds with another sharp exhale, this time through her nose.
“We require no assistance on this matter from you, sister. You have your… methods, and we have our own.”
“Come now Luna, surely you can take a joke,” Celestia says, leaning close to her sister’s brilliant black and blue coat and giving her a playful nudge in the side. Luna continues to glower, her eyes narrowing in disdain. She opts to ignore the jibe completely.
“Your participants are waiting in the next room, sister. They have been prepared to your specifications.”
Celestia can barely contain her excitement, and a glimmer of her widening eyes gives away her enthusiasm. “Wonderful,” she says, already making her way to the door. “I shall see you again soon then, Luna?”
“Not until your ‘ritual’ is complete, sister.”
“Of course, of course. Thank you again, Luna. I am truly grateful for your assistance.”
Briefly, Luna’s face cracks into a small smile. “Of course, sister. We are always happy to help… do take care to enjoy yourself.”
“Oh, you know these public relations affairs,” Celestia says, her mane waving around her head as she turns her head with a sly grin. “they can be such a dreadful bore sometimes.” The two sisters share a moment of silence before Luna nods and turns away, leaving Celestia free to make her exit. With a glow from her ornate horn, the door opens, and she steps through, closing it deftly behind her.
The second room is dark.
“Hello?” she asks. “Is anypony there?”
As though on cue, the lightbulb overhead flickers into life. Its flare is dim and yellowed, though it does serve sufficiently to illuminate the two ponies staring at Celestia from what a moment ago had been complete darkness. A table sits between her and the two strangers, and a cloth or tarp is covering the surface at quite a height, making apparent its concealment of – something. Celestia eyes the unseeable banquet for a moment before turning her attention to the ponies. Both of them have brown fur. One is much darker, a shade like oak or polished wood, while the other is much lighter, more like a faded cream or milky hot chocolate. The cream-coloured one has a sprig of spiky reddish-brown hair atop his head, jutting out haphazardly from his horn. The other pony has a similarly unkempt hairstyle, a circle of dark black around his head. Instead of a horn, a pair of dark brown wings are on his back, stretching idly as he eyes the princess.
A moment of silence passes, none of the parties involved uttering a word. The pegasus is the first to broach the quiet.
“So you’re the goods, huh?”
Celestia’s mouth contorts in shock. The cream-coloured unicorn gives his companion an eye, but says nothing, and the pegasus takes this chance to step around the table. His hooves echo in the small room as they land against the hard floor with a sound like stones banging together. Celestia watches him intently, her lips pursed as the burly looking figure circles the table and walk towards her slowly. He pauses a foot away, eying her up and down. Celestia clears her throat, closing her eyes as she does so before opening them with a small ‘ahem’.
“Yes, it is I, Princess Celestia, here for our scheduled appointment.” Celestia notices the unicorn shift his eyes to his friend again at the mention of the word ‘Princess’. Still, he says nothing, and the dark-toned pegasus grins as he chuckles to himself.
“Princess?” he says. He speaks with an accent, sounding like a pony from Manehattan, or at least one of the neighbouring areas. He steps towards Celestia, making her recoil as the proximity increases until his face is just an inch from hers. He looks into her eyes for a moment. Celestia notices now that, despite her stature being twice that of a normal pony, both the pegasus and the unicorn manage to rival her frame – the unicorn in a lanky and gangly limbed fashion elevating his height, and the pegasus by looking as though his body has been upsized by half its original measurements.
“Princess?” he asks again, pulling his face back and chuckling before leaning forward again. “Not today you ain’t.” His hoof flies forward before Celestia can react, and her face turns with the force of the blow as it collides with her cheek.
Celestia turns to face the pegasus. Instead of shock, her look is relatively composed, though she raises a hoof to her tender cheek as she speaks, her eyes brimming with composed contempt, as well as the hint of tears. “I beg your pardon? I am your Princess, and I will not stand for any such treatment-“ she loses her words as the force of the stallion’s shove sends her reeling, fumbling over her well-toned elegant limbs as her momentum sends her towards the wall.
“Didn’t say nothin’ bout’ no Princess. Said our ‘entertainment’ was here, by which I took to mean, some pretty filly was here to bend over and keep her mouth shut like a good little whore.” The way the pegasus speaks is enough to ring church bells in distressed protest from more than a mile away, and despite herself Celestia finds her mouth hanging agape. She’s shocked… and perhaps a little impressed. She spares a glance sideways at the unicorn who is still standing in the corner awkwardly before attempting her defiance.
“Sir, I’m afraid you are quite mistaken. I am a Princess, of the utmost regal royalty, and I demand to be treated with resp-mmmf?” Celestia’s eyes widen in shock as the pegasus grabs her roughly, locking his forelegs around her body and pulling her forward. The last of her words is drowned in the pegasus’ mouth as he pulls her into a kiss. She feels her eyes water at the taste, like a mixture of whiskey and salt. Maybe a brown paper bag thrown in for texture. The stallion’s face is rough and stubbly, and it rubs against her perfectly groomed coat as he presses his tongue into Celestia’s mouth insistently. His hooves trace their way clumsily along her back and wings as the kiss goes on, the tickle of the half-shaved beard against her lips and slimy tongue going on for what seems like minutes. Eventually, the abrupt gesture breaks. From the corner, the unicorn makes his first move, which is to sigh in some approximation of relief. Not once during the kiss had he noticed Celestia’s horn flare, and that was his insurance. He finally makes his way around the table to join his companion. Celestia licks her lips as the second pony approached. She tastes liquor and unwashed facial hair. Her hind legs shake ever so slightly.
“That’s quite enough! If you do not discontinue your brash behaviour I will be forced to enforce the consequences.” Celestia’s voice is shrill and commanding, but the pegasus ignores her, grabbing her two forelegs with his own and dragging her towards the table. With a small grunt, he thrusts her forward, sending her regal frame into solid collision with the wooden frame. Celestia lets out a small ‘oof’ as her body impacts the furniture – not too rough, but enough to hurt noticeably. Her face lands in the plastic texture of the table-covering, and she smiles ever so slightly before yelling back at the pair. Her hooves do not move.
“This is your last warning,” she cautions.
“Never met a whore who talked so fancy. You gonna shut up so’s we can get down to business?”
“I am not a common harlot, sir! You are speaking to a Princess-“
Celestia’s voice breaks into a cry as the pegasus throttles her again, landing his hoof squarely on the side of her face. Behind her, Celestia can feel movement, and the pressure in the air of another body nearby. She tries to turn her head, but finds her movement stymied by the weight of a muscular presence pressed onto the back of her neck. He face is planted firmly on the table, and she can’t move it an inch. She moves her body from side to side feebly, but the pain on her neck keeps her in place.
“Do you want a first go, or should we trade?”
“I, uh… I wanna… do the thing… first.” The unicorn’s voice sounds exactly the way someone might expect. Frail and wormy. As he speaks, his cheeks blush ever so slightly, and he reaches a hoof up to adjust his glasses.
“Yeesh. Figures the way the small ones are always into the most messed up stuff. Well, get over here, you can hold her and have your fun, and I’ll go have mine.” The colt lifts his hooves from the back of Celestia’s neck, and for a moment she manages to arch her head back up. The weight is quickly replaced by the unicorn’s substantially less muscular forelegs – but the pressure returns just as soon, even fiercer this time. Celestia can feel the colt pressing down onto her, hard, and the pressing of her windpipe against the table makes it hard to breathe. She gasps for several breaths through her restricted air ways as the two ponies trade places.
“Hey hey hey, watch it with that! Rules, man!” the Pegasus yells, making his way to Celestia’s backside. The unicorn shifts his eyes nervously for a second before relieving some of the pressure on his hooves, and Celestia inhales sharply afterwards, filling her lungs with air where it had previously been diminished.
“You got to hit her…” he says with a quiet voice.
“Yeah, but there’s a difference… mostly being that she likes that.” The pegasus smiles and delivers a firm smack to Celestia’s backside, right on her cutie mark. Celestia’s body rocks back in response, and the colt grins to himself. “So, if you’re gonna do it, then do it. She got the whole thing ready.”
Still blushing furiously, the unicorn lifts away a section of the table covering to reveal – food. A whole day’s, week’s worth of food. Most of it is confectionary – a pile of deserts, heavily frosted cake, donuts, sugar-coated cupcakes and muffins – but directly in front of Celestia’s face in the center of the table, is a giant mound of fried food. Hay fries and daisy burgers burst forth in a sudden delivery of fast-food aroma, previously concealed by the tarp. Celestia licks her lips again, still tasting a hint of liquor. She eyes the white frosted cake in particular.
“Hungry?” the unicorn asks.
“A Princess…” Celestia grunts as she feels the pegasus’ hooves on her flank, tracing along her cutie mark and down her sides. “…a princess must not partake of such… common foods…” Celestia struggles against the hooves on her neck for a minute. Her horn, though a brilliant white, remains matte and dull in the faded yellow of the nearly burnt-out lightbulb overhead. The only movement from her wings is a twitch as the pegasus kneads them roughtly, pressing the flats of his feet into the base of her beautiful feathers.
“You-Mmmnh-“ Celestia opens her mouth to protest again, but finds it filled before she can do so. The taste of grease soaked hay fries washes over her palate, and she finds herself having to swallow rapidly before another load of fries is shovelled into her mouth. Just a taste of the crispy morsels makes her feel greasy – she can practically feel her majestic figure falling apart. As he feeds the Princess fries, the unicorn smiles creepishly, adjusting his glasses with a hoof before returning it to Celestia’s neck. His magic does a fine job of levitating the fries for him. The pegasus, taking in the sight, chuckles to himself, noting his partner’s more evident enthusiasm.
“You really enjoy that stuff, huh?” he asks rhetorically, still running his workmanlike hooves along Celestia’s backside. Every so often he gives a firm smack to her rump, making it jiggle at the impact. Each slap draws a gasp from Celestia, now through her mouthfuls of food, and her body moves in response, arching her back slightly away from the mild pain.
“Hey, looks like she enjoys it to… what a crazy slut!” the pegasus conjectures in his Neigh York accent. His discovery is apparent as he withdraws his hoof from between the Princess’s legs, now soaking wet. Celestia moans into her mouthful of daisy burger, chewing the morsel before another one replaces it – this time a rich, frosting coated cupcake. The moaning continues as she devours the treat, covering her lips in a patch of mis-placed icing. The unicorn grins madly. His erection is at full size, jutting out obscenely from his body and almost poking into Celestia’s leg from just inches away.
The pegasus, meanwhile, is sporting his own sizable member. It bobs with his motion as he lowers his head to Celestia’s hindquarters, giving them an experimental sniff and light lick. The taste of Celestia’s fur is like morning dew and fine perfume, and though it’s stereotypically pleasant, the colt makes a gagging sound.
“I hate when they wear perfume. It just makes them feel cheaper than they already are. You think you’re fancy because you wear a bottle of that crap from Prance?” he asks the Princess who is still too busy with cupcake after cupcake being shoveled into her mouth. Her ability to continue eating is matched only by the unicorn’s enthusiasm. Not waiting for an answer, the pegasus licks the Princess again, sliding his tongue along the cheeks of her delectable ass before slathering it between them, lapping at her exposed asshole. Celestia moans again, louder, this time into a slab of chocolate cake. One of her hooves has been dragged from the table, and the pegasus can see her foreleg moving up and down in a steady motion. The hungry look in his friend’s eyes means that he’s behind schedule.
“Alright, alright,” the pegasus mutters mostly to himself before giving one final lick of Celestia’s asshole. Deciding to waste no further time, he raises his forelegs off the ground and presses them onto Celestia’s back, bringing himself closer to the regal body in full presentation. His erection lines itself up almost immediately, and the deluge of moisture against his head tell him that despite her protests, the Princess must indeed be enjoying herself. Whores don’t get gentle, he reminds himself, and then jams himself all the way in, bottoming out his entire length in Celestia’s soaking pussy, which clenches around his shaft immediately. Celestia moans so loud at the penetration that she spews a mouthful of cake onto the table. The unicorn groans along with her as her foreleg moves rapidly, her hoof stroking up and down his sizable length beneath the table.
“Real tight… for a whore,” the pegasus grunts, pulling himself back before slamming forward again, no consideration to Celestia’s accommodation. The motion of his thrusts quickly makes Celestia’s body jostle against the table, and she braces herself with her forelegs to avoid shifting forward. The unicorn pulls her back slightly, shoving the table forward with his magic, and guides Celestia’s head downward as he raises himself onto his hind legs. Celestia’s mouth is still full of cake as she finds her lips pressed against the unicorn’s eager, swollen erection. With little recourse, she parts her mouth, and almost chokes as the unicorn shoves her head downward abruptly. The size of his cock causes her to gag as it presses against the back of her throat.
Between thrusts, the pegasus delivers the occasional slap to Celestia’s flank. The slams of his hoof on Celestia’s skin makes her arch into his hips even more, which manages to draw a contented grunt as the pegasus continues to pound Celestia from behind. His dick feels like it’s wrapped in a warm, wet vice, and each time he thrusts Celestia’s walls clench around him. He’s fucked mares in heat less receptive than this.
Celestia tries her best to deliver a proper blowjob through the mouthful of cake, but the unicorn does most of the work, grasping her head between his hooves and bobbing it up and down. Each motion sends a tiny bit of cake dribbling out of Celestia’s mouth and on to the unicorn’s dick, and it’s not long before the whole thing is coated in slippery chocolate, which Celestia traces with her tongue as her head is forced up and down. As she gags on the unicorn’s cock, making exaggerated choking noises as the head touches the back of her throat, Celestia reaches forward with one of her hooves underneath the unicorn’s shaft, toying with his balls with a gentleness normally impossible for a hoof. The unicorn groans, and Celestia can feel his cock twitch as she plays with his hanging testicles.
“Mnngh… mnngh…” Celestia moans, her mouth full of cock and cake.
“Hey, no cumming yet,” warns the pegasus, still slamming his hips into Celestia’s sculpturesque behind. The brilliant cutie mark on her flank’s fur jostles with every movement, and her rump twitches when the pegasus bottoms out, the full length of his cock plunging inside her. “Still gotta switch it up,” he continues, gritting his teeth as he continues to fuck the goddess underneath him. The warning is partly for himself – Celestia’s pussy feels good enough to make him cum any second, and that would be far from getting his figurative ‘money’s worth’. After a few more thrusts, he decides it’s time to finish out the evening.
“Come on, I know you want a piece of this… let me have her mouth for a bit.” The pegasus withdraws his dick with a plop, and a stream of Celestia’s moist arousal continues to pour out of her body, soaking the floor beneath her. She gasps for air as her mouth is momentarily let go while the two ponies change places again. Still, she makes no effort to move. Her hips are grinding back and forth despite the absence of a cock inside her, and her eyes are shut as she moans to herself quietly.
“Hey, whore, let’s see how good you can suck,” says the pegasus, grabbing Celestia’s head and forcing it down onto his shaft still dripping with her pussy juices. Celestia moans as the shaft enters her mouth, and she slobbers on it lasciviously, covering the whole length in a coat of eager drool. Meanwhile, she feels the unicorn pushing at her from behind, his cock still sticky with cake frosting. The tip presses against her entrance, gaping and wet, and her body shudders. But the unicorn pauses for a moment before withdrawing his cock, just an inch. When he places it back, the head is aimed higher, pressing against Celestia’s asshole.
“Mmmmmmnh!” She groans long and loud onto the pegasus’ cock as the unicorn pushes forward slowly, driving the first two inches of his lengthy erection inside her.
“Oh shit, careful back there! If you make her cum I ain’t gonna last much longer either.”
The unicorn continues his motion unabashed, slowly sliding the length of his chocolate coated shaft inside Celestia’s ass. The lube of her spit and the icing is more than enough, and soon the unicorn finds himself bottomed out completely, his body pressing into Celestia’s ass cheeks as his cock twitches inside her. Apparently not content for a standstill, Celestia begins grinding her flank back, pressing herself into the unicorn as hard as possible as she gyrates her hips in a circle, moaning and savouring the cock in her ass. This proves to be sufficiently convincing, and the unicorn pulls back, leaving half his length buried before thrusting again. Celestia moans again onto the pegasus’ cock, and his head lolls back as Celestia pulls her mouth off his dick for a moment, slobbering all over it with copious amounts of saliva before returning to the blowjob proper. His cock is soaked, dripping with Celestia’s spit, and as he fucks her face, again the monarch raises a hoof to pay attention to the pair of balls in front of her, tapping and tickling them a she makes depraved gulping noises while rocking her head back and forward. All the while, the unicorn continues to thrust into her ass, rubbing his hooves along her back and the base of her wings as he does so.
The two ponies can sense each others’ closeness. The unicorn’s length feels like it’s in a tight inviting furnace, and he would have been pressed to last more than a few minutes in Celestia’s ass even without the precursory blowjob. The pegasus is slamming his cock into Celestia’s mouth without abandon, feeling a tingle go up his body every time the alicorn chokes on the base of his dick.
Celestia’s mouth is covered in grease and cake frosting. The royal composure she held upon entering the room is completely abandoned. Much to the pegasus’ contentment, she’s moaning like a whore on his dick while his partner hammers away at her luscious backside, delivering a slap to her sculpted cheeks with every other thrust. The pegasus’ dick is covered in chocolate icing and a flood of Celestia’s saliva. She’s drooling on his cock like a filly at the candy store. His eyes take in the site of the ‘princess’ slobbering on his rod, and the sight is enough to cement the velocity of his approaching climax. With one last thrust into Celestia’s mouth, he pulls out and aims his dick at the princess’s cake-covered face, and groans as his orgasm hits. His cock pumps a load of sticky white goo onto Celestia’s face, and she hungrily laps it up, her tongue hanging from her mouth obscenely as she twists her neck in an attempt to catch the full extent of the sizable delivery. The spurts come rapidly, and Celestia doesn’t manage to get them all. The strands she doesn’t catch spray across her nose and chin, as well as the outsides of her mouth, mingling with the white cupcake icing and grease from the hay fries and daisy burgers. Her entire royal visage is coated in a mix of semen and junk-food decadence.
The unicorn can feel the princess’s excitement as she devours the sticky strands of cum. Her ass clenching around his cock is indication enough, as well as enough to drive him over the edge as well. “Cumming…” he murmurs quietly before pulling out. His cock is slick with lubrication spread from Celestia’s leaking pussy, as well as the frosting from his earlier blowjob. His balls tighten as he deliver his own stream of white sticky goo, painting a track of several lines alone Celestia’s backside, which she arches towards him as he cums. The two colts covering in her semen is enough to send her over the edge, and her back legs shudder as the two payloads coat her face and ass-cheeks, pooling in her fur with the mix of food and sweat. Finally, as both the stallions finish, Celestia collapses forward, falling onto her forelegs and panting heavily. The pegasus shakes himself off with a final grunt, flinging a small drop of cum onto Celestia’s forehead.
“Good job, real good,” he groans, wiping a hoof across his forehead. “Definitely a money’s worth, I’d imagine.” The unicorn is behind the Princess, admiring her as she lies on the ground, breathing loudly. He takes a minute to admire her completely debased form, a royal body lying on the ground of a dingy room covered in semen and evidence of her own depravity. He pays special attention to the strands of cum and icing on her face, as well as the pool of his own climax on the small of her back. His cock drips a strand of left-over excitement onto the floor as it twitches, still half-hard. The pegasus gives him a glare from beside the Princess.
“Hey, enough. One run’s all we get,” he says, his voice loud with warning. The unicorn blushes and tips his head, though his cock still grows a little harder. The pegasus ignores him, leaning in close to Celestia’s face, slick with sugar and sticky white fluid.
“’preciate it, your majesty,” he whispers into her ear. Celestia manages the faintest smile with a raise of her head before it falls back to the ground. A dribble of semen drips obscenely down over one of her eyelids. Without another word, the pegasus tilts his head to the side, and the unicorn makes his way to his partner’s side. The two of them exit out a door behind the table on the other side of the room. After the click of the lock sliding into place, the only thing left in the room is the table covered in food, and Celestia lying on the ground beside it, moaning softly as she recovers from the aftermath of the encounter. After a minute or two, she hears a door open, this time behind her. The sound of hoofsteps signals the approach of another pony.
“We trust everything was to your liking, dear sister?”
Celestia gives a sound between a moan and a sigh as she nods her head. Her forelegs shake as she struggles to right herself, raising herself off the ground uneasily. She takes a moment to run a hoof along her face, drawing it through the mosaic of cum and foodstuffs. Luna averts her eyes, blushing, as Celestia takes the hoof into her mouth, sucking the collection of goop off noisily. The slurping echoes through the small room for several seconds before she withdraws her hoof with a satisfied ‘ah’.
“We suggest you clean up perhaps a bit faster than that, Celestia. Your ‘official’ meeting takes place in just fifteen minutes.”
Celestia blinks as though waking from a daze, and turns to her sister, smiling through the sticky white mask. Again, Luna blushes brightly, though she attempts to keep her gaze forward.
“Yes, of course Luna…” Celestia says, her voice breathy and still heated with traces of excitement. Luna lowers her eyes, and notices the stream of liquid from between Celestia’s legs to the floor. “Thank you again… I will be ready to go momentarily, if you’ll just give me a moment?”
Luna nods, taking the first opportunity to remove herself from the room. She leans her head back in before closing the door.
“Sister…” she begins, and then sighs, the words coming with some difficulty. “We… we really must express again, we do not understand your… desire for this event.”
“And I do not expect you to, Luna,” Celestia rejoinders, grinning with her face covered in sticky whiteness. “Though, I do believe if you were to give it a shot, you’d much prefer this particular brand of ‘public relations’ to a stuffy speech given to a crowd of boring delegates. If you wanted to, we could see about working out something…”
Luna’s face reddens profusely as her eyes drift away from her sister’s face again. As she locks her eyes on the ground, a drop of cum falls from Celestia’s chin, landing on the floor only a foot away from Luna’s feet.
“That is not necessary!” she blurts, louder than necessary. Celestia simply smiles.
“We… I will leave you to clean up,” Luna says, spitting her words out quickly. She turns and slams the door behind her with a burst of magic. Celestia can barely hold back a laugh. She sighs in amusement and turns to the table. Levitating the metal plate that had served as a holding tray for the giant serving of hay fries, she sees her face in the shining substitute mirror. Her hind legs clench together involuntarily as she gets a look at herself, face dripping with disgusting food and the ‘payment’ from her partners. With another sigh, this one disappointed, she levitates a cloth from further down the table and wipes herself clean, collecting the debased conglomeration of ‘facial cream’. She does the same along her back and flank, her horn glowing with magic as she removes the parts the cloth can’t catch. Technically, with her magic she has no need of a real cleanup… but, she reminds herself as she wipes a particularly impressive string of semen from her rump: whores don’t use magic to clean themselves up. Her legs clench again.
After cleansing the cloth with magic, she wipes up the insides of her legs, as well as her still throbbing marehood. Her body shudders as the cloth touches against the hot flesh before she reluctantly pulls it away. She looks in the mirror to examine her handiwork. Everything seems to be in order. Her face is the picture of royalty, groomed and perfectly composed. Except… one tiny dab of cum, just on the side of her cheek. She raises the cloth again, but pauses just before the soft fabric touches against her fur.
Wouldn’t it be fun, perhaps, to leave it there, and see if anyone at the assembly notices? The thought makes her shiver. Before she can lower the cloth, she presses it between her legs again, soaking up the sudden onset of moisture. It hovers in the air for a moment before she returns it to the table. She smiles into the mirror, unable to pull her eyes away from the subtle dab of off white on her fur.
She really was right the first time… public relations were only boring if you let them be.
