Celestia's Harem

Celestia’s Harem
Part 3: The Burglers

“S-so why is it called ‘Celestia’s Harem’?” Twilight groaned while all three stallions rubbed on her. “I mean, shouldn’t you guys be the ‘Royal Harem’, since all the princesses come here?” The purple mare had visited for the second time after a three-week absence. Yakyakistan ambassadors were very, very volatile and had left the poor thing frazzled to her wits end. Lucky for Twilight she had the Room of Requirement for a peaceful respite; The softly-lit library of laying pillows and ancient books, populated by stallions that wanted nothing more than to please her.

“Well,” Caramel Column said while he massaged one of her ankles, “Celestia began this little group around 600 post-Nightmare Moon. At the time, she was the only Princess. Only recently was Cadence raised to the rank, Luna returned, and you ascended.”

“Cadence came here?!” Twilight gasped, looking over her shoulder.

“Lay still, now,” Feather Fall coaxed, for he was on her back preening the royal wings.

“Only for a very small span of time,” nodded Caramel. “When she’d come of age and before she met her husband, Prince Consort Shining Armor, there was a… what, six month gap?” he checked his fellows, who nodded. “She was always very timid in bedroom affairs, though. She mostly came here for friendly company and to be read to.”

“Ohh,” Twilight tried very hard not to imagine her formal foalsitter… partaking. But then again here she was so she couldn’t talk. “She liked to be read to? Really?” she asked. Each stallion nodded, smiling fondly at the memory. The pink alicorn had loved their voices and liked to endlessly listen to them read anything: novels, magazines, they even teased her with lewd literature once.

With Mountain Blood massaging her front legs and Caramel Column on her rear ones, Twilight seemed to have a stallion on every side of her. The male attention, in her heart of hearts, made her giggly and happy. Sure, she could’ve stayed in Ponyville and gone to the spa with Rarity, or made an appointment with Bulk Biceps for a chiropractic once-over… but this was even better. She smiled despite herself, which made all three stallions exchange pleased glances. “So, even with all four Princesses being around now, the name just kind of stuck,” Mountain Blood shrugged. “I dun care either way, to be honest, call us whatever you want. We’re here to make ya happy.” He smiled lopsidedly. Twilight’s cheeks pinkened a little when he waggled an eyebrow at her.

“I think I’ve figured out that you guys aren’t spells or golems or anything,” she said a little awkwardly. “So… what do you guys do when you’re not here?”

The boys exchanged glances. “Erm, that bit’s a little personal.” Caramel cocked his head a little uncomfortably. Twilight winced. Had she just broken an unwritten rule, asking about their personal lives? “Just as whatever happens in this room we’re sworn to silence, we’re allowed to keep our own lives private. Celestia came across each of us by chance, but that’s sort of where we draw the line. Don’t want to mix work and home, y’know?” he said.

“Ohh,” Twilight’s ears turned back, embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” There was a long, thought-provoking silence between them.

The boys kept catching each other’s eyes, back and forth. Finally it was Feather Fall who spoke, “Erh-herm, I don’t mind bragging I suppose.” His feminine smile returned. “I am a dancer, from Cloudsdale. Proper theatre, mind you, not… exotic.” His fellows chuckled a little, and Twilight’s mind wondered what he might look like in a leather vest with a riding crop in his teeth. Next it occurred to her she had the very real power to make that happen. She went hot in the face, and filed the thought away for later without saying anything.

Not about to outdone by a pretty-boy, Mountain Blood spoke next. “I work construction, here and there. Mostly big things,” he put in. “Bridges, foundations, stuff like that.”

“And, well, you already know my family opens and runs libraries all across Equestria.” Caramel Column said. Some of the awkwardness had lifted, but the purple mare could tell they wouldn’t be sharing any more than that. “Our lives out there and our lives in this room are very different, so both are kept from each other. For everypony’s privacy and safety.”

Twilight smiled a little. “I-I understand.” She nodded. “Before I was an alicorn Princess, I was just a scholar. Princess Celestia hoof-picked me at my entrance exams to be her protégé.” She went through the long and intricate history that followed her from filly-hood to her ascension. After a time the boys shifted into a rather comfy triangle, pressed in plush around her. Somehow, through all the trials and complaints and triumphs she told them… she felt better. She’d never really sat down and spoken about how much madness there really was flying around in her life.

“No wonder Cellie brought you to us so fast!” Mountain Blood said, sitting his stubbled chin on her exposed belly while she was laying on her back. “Your life fucking sucks! Monsters and gods and mayhem at every turn!”

“My life doesn’t fucking suck!” Twilight said angrily, then her hooves jumped to her mouth. The harem burst into laughter, throwing their heads back. The purple mare’s face went as red as an apple, and she hid her head under her arms, groaning to herself. Mountain Blood shifted, and the sand-paper of his stubble brushed her belly. She giggled, shifting.

“Wuh oh,” Mountain Blood said, rubbing his chin on her again, just below the ribs. She giggle-squirmed again. “What have we here…?” a grin was rising on every stallion’s face. He held her hips, then scrub-a-scrub-a-scrubbed his face on her belly. Twilight squealed with laughter, squirming hard back and forth. “Oh this is precious, meh heh heh heh!” he signaled to his fellows. Instantly the other two stallions got menacing looks on their faces. They held her down.

“No! No no no no no eeeieaaahh-!” Twilight’s body was wracked with laughter while feather, stubble and nibbling lips found her every ticklish spot. Her wings flailed wildly while they struggled against her massive alicorn strength. “No! No more! I can’t! I cannn’t!” she shrieked, red-faced and derp-eyed while they mercilessly tickled her.

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Wuh-pssh! Luna let out a little yelp, heaving against her bonds and squirming about. “Talk!” Mountain Blood demanded. “Tell us the combination and we’ll let you off easy!” To one side sat a waist-high metal safe, shining brightly. None of them had been able to get it open yet. Dressed in black-and-white-striped shirts with banner masks, all three of the harem menaced Luna.

“Neigh! I shall never tell!” she said, flushed and aroused and sweaty. “It would mean my career as a royal… bank teller!” Luna decided her job was at the moment.

Wuh-pssh! Feather Fall struck her hiney again with the riding crop. Spitting it out, he menaced the curve of her hips with the bendy plastic thing. “We have ways of making you talk…” he said, bright doe eyes masked under the darkness of his robber mask.

“Neigh! Not my virtue!” Luna cried as they took her front knees out from under her. This left her head down, rump up, and in a rather compromised position.

“Meh-heh-heh!” Mountain Blood reared up behind her, exposed member throbbing dangerously. “Last chance, miss fancy bank teller!” he said, gripping her shapely hips between his massive earth pony hooves. “Tell us how to open the safe!”

Caramel leaned with an ear against the safe, turning the dial back and forth. But thus far the combination had eluded him. Thusly their helpless hostage. “Bend her over the table, Bloodborn!” he snapped at last, losing his patience (“Bloodborn” was Mountain Blood’s criminal name). “We don’t have time for this! The Royal Guard could be here any minute!”

“I thought you hit the silent alarm off!” Feather Weight said, lifting a hoof in a panic.

“Guess I’ll hafta work fast,” Mountain Blood menaced with his ripple muscles. Luna shrieked, exhilarated, as she was thrown over her bank-teller’s desk. Papers, quill, ink, and other things clattered to the floor. “I know exactly how to make. You. Talk.” He husked in her ear. Luna quivered in anticipation of the rough mounting.

All three stallions released her, having hoof-cuffed her to the desk, then sat on the other side. Luna looked up, panting in a cloud of hormones. “What? What is it?” she said. There was silence, and smug grins.

“Tell us the combination.” Feather Fall said, lifting one side of his banner mask to smile at her.

“Neigh! You’ll never torment it out of me!” Luna said with a dramatic toss of her mane.

“Tell us the combination… or we won’t fuck you silly.” Mountain Blood added.

Luna gaped at them in horror.

Those.

Clever.

Bastards.

“I… I…” she groaned, pent up and already drenched between her thighs from all the build-up and foreplay. “You’re cheating!” she bleated, pulling on the hoof-cuffs. She couldn’t free herself without destroying the desk, and she liked the props she always brought for the harem to play with. “Cheaters!” she said, pointing an accusing hoof at them. They all three sat their on their haunches, smiling at her. “We demand thee come hence and have thy filthy way with us!” Nopony moved. “…please?” she tried.

“The combination.” Caramel smirked, gesturing.

Luna moaned, wanting and achy. “…Seven, twenty-five, seventy-four,” she finally murmured, laying her cheek on the cool wood of the desk with a needy huff.

Caramel turned on his butt and leaned, turning the dial this way and that. One, two, three steel bars moved to one side. He turned the wheel seven times. “Fancy!” he said, pulling the heavy door open. Inside was a massive jar of imported, sealed, gourmet jawbreaker candies. “Ooooh!” he said, reaching in and taking it. Turning, he showed his fellows the loot. Both other stallions grinned, having won the game this time.

“Now, where were we?” Mountain Blood said, at last taking his place and rearing up behind Luna. She gave a great, belting cry when he mounted her. The small vase of flowers on the desk danced, danced, then tumped over. Caramel’s magic seized it before it shattered on the carpet, watching the vicious sex with a cool eye. Luna clung to the desk, gritting her teeth happily. Whimpering under Mountain’s virility, she had to focus her efforts to open her eyes and spy the other two stallions struggling to get the jar of candies open. She smirked despite herself. She’d put a seven-point seal on it. They wouldn’t be eating any of those without her say-so, after she’d had her fun. Hee hee!

End of Part 3