Celestia's Harem

Celestia’s Harem
Part 6: Castle Friendship

“Here it is,” Caramel Column said. “Castle Friendship!” he gestured.

The three harem stallions looked up at the massive, crystalline structure. They admired the tree-like base, it’s sweeping towers, and the magic star at it’s tippy-top. “Holy shit this thing is fuckin’ ugly,” Mountain Blood said in disgust. His fellows groaned, rolling their eyes. “Well look at it! It doesn’t match the town, it’s shaped like a fuckin’ tree, and the reflective surfaces could cause fires during the summer!” he pointed to the front lawn which, sure enough, had a couple of brown spots from the sunlight being reflected from the castle to the ground. “Who’s bright idea was this?! They’ll need to replace this grass with marble before somepony gets laser-focused like an ant under a magnifying--!”

Caramel Column shoved a hoof rudely into Mountain Blood’s mouth. “Well thankfully we work in the elegant castle in Canterlot, huhm?” he said a little forcefully. Feather Fall chuckled a little, adjusting his saddlebags. “Anyway, why don’t we check the place out? There’s no telling what we might learn about Princess Twilight here.”

“That yellow mare earlier said the ground floor was being made into a public library, I guess we can just go in,” the feminine stallion wondered aloud, flexing his wings a little for comfort. Shoulder to shoulder, the three of them ventured to the big double doors. Pushing one open, they peeked inside.

Sure enough, there were ponies milling about every which way. Furniture ponies were arguing about a layout of shelving, messengers were galloping about and crates with ‘fragile’ on the sides were being brought in. An elderly mare wandered by with a glass case on her back, a particularly ancient looking tome on the display pegs inside. Twilight Sparkle did indeed have a thing for books, it seemed.

“Yes, yes, put that one over there!” Princess Twilight, garbed in her tiara and nothing more, was orchestrating from atop a winding staircase. The boys quickly ducked behind a column so they wouldn’t be spotted. “I don’t want anything from outside our own century exposed to direct sunlight on the shelving! Books are friends, not firewood!” she giggled.

Spike the dragon stood next to her, a large map unrolled in his claws. On it was a mathematically pleasing library layout, taking into account every room on the ground floor of the palace as a section. “Do we even have a basement, Twilight? I know we’re not gonna have an archive anytime soon, but it seems a little early to be planning for one. And do we wanna chance digging into Castle Friendship’s roots? It’s a crystal tree, but it’s still a tree!” he said, gesturing to the side notes.

“I told Mayor Mare that we would take all of the town’s records more than a decade old and store them here, in a cool dark place.” Twilight said. “We’ll find a way to dig out a cellar or two, and ward it with a spell to stop moisture.”

“Wow Twilight, you thought of everything!” Spike smiled. “I bet they’re gonna love getting rid of a few filing cabinets, huh?”

“Yeah,” Twilight smiled. “I’ve always wanted to design my own library! Eee!” Twilight squee’d a little, rearing up and flailing her front hooves a bit.

“She’s adorable,” Mountain Blood said from their hiding place.

“And in her element, I see,” Caramel said, impressed at all the ponies milling about. “She’s got a serious collection, too!”

“Hey Twilight!” an orange mare sporting a stetson came up the red carpet.

“Applejack!” Twilight said, cantering down the spiral staircase and to the main floor. “Glad you came. Did you find anything?” she said eagerly, looking at Applejack’s bulging saddlebags.

“Sure did, sugarcube!” Applejack popped open her pack, revealing an armload of Applebloom’s old foal books. “Up in the attic gatherin’ dust, just like I figured. I also figure they’ll get more love here in the little foal’s section than in storage, righ’?”

“That’s right! I’ve got plans for a foal’s and young reader’s section right here!” She gestured for Spike, who held up the map for Applejack to see. The farming mare’s eyes glazed over all the facts and figures, but she nodded like she’d seen what Twilight meant.

“Wow,” Feather Fall said, smiling in admiration. “Just a couple of years as Princess and her first major project is to open a library in her own home. How kind!” The other two nodded in agreement. “So, she’s busy so the coast is clear. Where do we go from here?” he asked his fellows.

“You can tell a lot about a mare by the contents of her saddlebags, but I don’t think Princess Twilight keeps them on hoof.” Caramel said softly, scratching his chin.

“Hey look, the Forbidden Section! I bet we could learn somethin’ in there!” Mountain Blood said with interest. The other two leaned to see. Sure enough, one of the rooms had been closed off with a little keep out sign. When they were sure nopony was looking, they approached to check it out. The windows were glazed, so they couldn’t see inside. “Hrm…” Mountain Blood tried the knob, but it was, of course, locked.

“Who does Twilight love most?” the door whispered at them.

“Beg your pardon?!” Caramel gasped.

“Who does Twilight love most?” the door whispered again.

“Is that… is that a password lock?” Feather Fall asked. “Princess Celestia uses those on some of her silver cabinets, in the west wing of the palace. You know, the ones that are only for special occasions?” He poked the area around the knob, which in fact had no keyhole.

“You know what that room’s got that I bet our purple little princess didn’t think of?” Mountain Blood grinned at the shape he could see beyond the glazed glass. His fellows cocked their heads. “A window.” He pointed with a hoof. All three of them nodded, making their way to the exit when they were sure Twilight wasn’t looking.

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“Stop wiggling!” Caramel complained in a harsh whisper. “You’re heavy as it is!”

“Stop fuckin’ wavin’ me around!” Mountain Blood growled at the tingling spell wrapping around his body. Feather Fall had gone up and opened the window, sliding one of his pinions in the crack to lift the latch. Diving inside and making sure nopony was around, he gestured quickly. Mountain Blood hovered, shrouded under Caramel’s spell, up into the window. When he was safely on his hooves, Caramel levitated in as well. Mountain hummed the Job:Unpossible theme until Feather knocked the back of his head with a hoof.

They looked around with wild interest. They could hear ponies beyond the door, but they’d made it inside. There were a few meager bookshelves, a massive laying pillow, some blankets, and a tea set. The floor was plush carpet, and a full-length mirror sat on wooden feet in the corner.

“Hmm,” Mountain Blood leaned with interest, expecting every single book to be a dirty romance novel. Picking up the first one, he saw the title was The Forbidden Art of Democracy. The next was Mood Wings. The one after that was An In-Depth Study of Horn Physiology.

Caramel walked carefully among the stacks that covered every wall. “Oh my,” he said softly. “I’m pretty sure most of the books in here are either illegal, out of print, or banned.”

“Looks like our Princess has a naughty streak in her,” Feather Fall whispered, picking up a volume himself. A Case Study of Plague Spread, Suffering, and Populace Inoculation. He quickly put it back, shuddering. “What is all this?” he whispered, looking around in awe.

“Maybe she’s locking up certain books to keep the public safe?” Caramel said. “There are certain books that should be safe-guarded and aren’t easily destroyed. Necromancy, black magic and such.”

“But she didn’t even lock the window!” Mountain Blood said, looking at a book under glass. Was… was that leather binding?! Eeeeew! Some cow had lost its skin to make that book happen! The cracks and the blotches on it almost looked like a face. Disgusting!

“She’s still organizing the library, and talking about taking in a bunch of the town’s records for safe-keeping. What would you bet she’ll have a vault for these when the time comes?” Caramel said. “Lack of window lock aside, that is.” He shook his head at their poor Princess’ lack of security. “I’ve half a mind to ward the window when we leave, but she would know my magical signature.” He sighed.

“Mom, Dad, Shiny and Spike,” Twilight’s voice was suddenly at the door. All three of them froze in place. A complex series of locks and cogs built on the ethereal plane began to turn, undo, and unchain themselves. Princess Twilight's password lock was opening!

“Uhm, uhm… closet!” Feather Fall said, gesturing quickly. All three stallions piled inside, pulling it to until it was only cracked open. They put their eyes up to the sliver of light so they could see out.

“Whew, what a day!” Princess Twilight said, hovering a book to a waiting shelf. (The spine read Beef and You, A Griffin's Cookbook.)

“And it ain’t even over yet!” A new mare came in, rainbow in the mane, closing the door behind her. “Rawr-awr!” she said, grinning wide and running a wing from Twilight’s withers down her back.

Twilight giggle-jumped, almost to the window. “I-I could’ve sworn I closed this. Don’t want the rain getting in or something. She was red-cheeked when the other mare crossed the room to press up against her. “So affectionate today, Rainbow Dash!” she giggled.

“Maybe!” Rainbow said. All three stallion’s blanched. “Or maybe I’m just horny in the middle of the day!” she nipped Twilight’s neck, making her shriek and giggle. The purple mare’s horn lit, warding the door for sound and closing the window. “So how ‘bout it?” Rainbow said with a dominant chuckle, pressing her up against one of the bookshelves. “You been delegating all day I think you deserve some pampering.”

“I-if that’s what you wanna call i–MEEP!” Rainbow put her head under Twilight’s barrel and flipped her onto her back, onto the laying pillow, then buried her muzzle between Twilight’s back legs. The purple mare’s shriek of happy, sexual distress pierced the air. Her wings went wide, her back legs propped on Rainbow’s shoulders. She bit into one of her front hooves to stifle herself, whimpering loudly.

All three stallions gaped. Mountain Blood propped himself over Feather Fall to get a better view. Caramel leaned back and forth, trying to see at all. Neither mare heard their shuffling, in the throes of passion. Mountain cocked his head one way, then the other, watching the two mares go at it. He didn’t know that could bend that way! Wait-wait, was she gonna--- ohhh ye-heh-es she was! A great big grin plastered itself over his face while he learned all about pegasus mare-on-mare playtime.

Feather Fall’s eyes grew huge when Mountain’s massive earth pony cock made itself known between his thighs. Not that he hadn’t seen it before, being in a harem and all, but jeez! Flushed, ears splayed to either side, he tried not to move and… ‘agitate’ it.

“Oh Rainbow!” Twilight cried, back arching. “Yes! H’YES! H'YEEES!”

All three of them watched with eyebrows up in their bangs. Caramel felt like he should’ve been taking notes or something. Even as a well-read stallion, Rainbow was certainly teaching him a thing or two. The closet itself was heating up with the smell of hormones and sweat.

After a time, Twilight was on top. The stallion’s exchanged glances. Did she actually have a dominant bone in her body? “Hehe, how about that?” Rainbow panted, her muzzle askew with moisture and… other things.

Twilight smiled in a flushed, half-drunken sort of way. They only saw the tip of her tongue before she settled over Rainbow Dash's lips in a filthy kiss. Her hips certainly knew the motions! Rainbow clung to her desperately as they ground against each other, gritting her teeth and then taking a mouthful of the scruff of her neck. Shrieking spoke of skill, for soon the sky blue Pegasus had limpened to pant.

They held each other, and there was silence.

It would be three hours of napping, awkward clean-up and a bit of brushing before Rainbow Dash and Twilight left the room. Both of them looked a little frazzled, but otherwise very, very happy. When the door was securely locked and the hoof-steps had faded, all three of the harem members burst from the closet like a pent-up orgasm.

“When does Luna come next?!” Mountain demanded, throbbing cock bouncing about as he galloped to a waiting water jug.

Caramel feverishly went through his saddlebags. “She’s not coming today, that’s why we made the trip!” he said, gasping in a haze of hormones. Feather Fall just whimpered loudly, his wings still stuck in their upward position. “Her next appointment is tomorrow!”

“Fuck that!” Mountain Blood slammed the closet door, taking out his recall bell. Celestia had given them all bells to reach the Room of Requirement on their own. He rang it, then flung the door open again. The Room of Requirement was beyond, instead of the closet they’d been in. “Let’s call her down right now!” they piled into the room, all three sweating and horny. “Feather I don’t care what Luna says this time, we’re ALL tapping that!” Mountain swore, hauling his two fellows through the doorway. “All at the same time if we gotta!”

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Luna looked up from a sidewalk-and-fountain commission contract for the third section of Canterlot’s park. One of the servant bells was furiously ringing back and forth, then broke off of its line and rolled across the floor. She tilted her head, slowly setting her quill down. “I wonder what’s happened?” she said, letting one of her guards pick it up. “I must make for the Princess Wing, please excuse me, gentlecolts.” she said, smiling a bit. “Those bells are only for strict emergencies in certain parts of the castle. Tah!” she waved and was away, happy to be of help to her subjects.

“I wish she’d take a day off now and then. She works so much, the poor thing,” said one of the guards when she was gone.

“Yeah, but that’s why she’s the princess. She knows how to handle all the hard problems,” said the other.

End of Part 6