Chapter 3

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A loud knocking on wood aroused Sigrid from her sleep. She was lying curled up next to Ciymon.

Groaning as she noticed the early hour, she carefully extracted herself from the bed, put on her collar and moved through the , for a better term, house, and opened the door to find a Pegasus guard standing there.

The moment his eyes fell on her his expression soured. “I have a message for your sons, cunt,” he said flatly, giving every indication that he was annoyed he couldn’t just bend her over right now due to the golden collar around her neck.

Sigird just folded her arms, staring sternly back at him. “My boys are asleep, and you’ve no chance of waking them up at this hour. The sun exploding wouldn’t be enough to wake them before they’re usual wake-up time. Give me the message and I’ll pass it on.”

The guard’s eyes just narrowed. “Watch your mouth, bitch, or I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”her own eyes narrowed, Sigrid stood firmly as the guard glared at her. “I’m the best Healer in this castle, and you fucking know it, you misogynistic ass. Keep talking like that to me, and I might just not be as gentle when giving you care as I do the other residents around here. Or have you forgotten that, despite my gender, I still outrank you?”

The snarl she got in response was as satisfying an answer as she’d hoped to get.

The Pegasus glared at her for several more moments, before standing at attention. “Your sons’ will, from this day onwards, be guarding the chamber they were assigned to today eighteen hours a day.”

Sigrid cocked an eyebrow. “And just why are they being moved to that post?”

The Pegasus just snorted in reply. “I don’t know, and I don’t care. Order comes from Duneyrr himself. They’re to report at 1000 hours til 2200 hours on the weekdays and 2100 hours til 0900 hours on weekends.”

With that, the Pegasus left, leaving Sigird feeling very confused.

She closed the door, going over what she’d just been told.

Her sons had been given what sounded like a permanent post, something she’d been hoping they could find for several years now, instead of bouncing from one duty to another.

This was technically good news, but...

She leaned against the door, her arms folded. Something was off here. The boys had explained what they’d done today during dinner, saying that, aside from feeling like the room had been watching them, it hadn’t seemed that imported.

Sure, she knew with disgust that it was the room Duneyrr kept all the horns of the unicorn mares he’d had in his control over the many years, and that said horns were affixed to the ceiling, most likely for his own sick pleasure, but Duneyrr had never given the impression the room was that important.

In fact, since that Earth Pony had disappeared from the castle, no one had set hoof in that room, only guarded it.

This caused her to wonder. Was there something more about that room that Duneyrr was hiding? What secret could be held within an empty room?

Sighing as she resigned herself to knowing once again something was out of her reach due to having to live under that bastard unicorn, she went back to hers and Ciymon’s room to get a bit more rest. She’d tell Rutt and Tuke about their new positions later, during breakfast.

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Celestia couldn’t help but smile to herself as a chair, more accurately a stool, materialised in the air in the middle of the room.

When she had heard the guards were asleep, she had put a plan she had been formulating all throughout the day into affect.

After much trial and error, she had managed to create an object out of thin air.

Normally, even Alicorns did not have the abilities to just make something out of nothing, magic had its limits. At least, it did to the mortal plain.

In her current state, however, Celestia had access to powers she had not been in use of in her physical body, including the ability to reach into the energies of the universe at create something from nothing.

However, even now she was limited in what she could create. She had made several attempts and managed only to create small objects. Anything bigger than something the size of her throne was too much and would snap back at her.

She was disappointed neither of the guards who had taken over after the two moose left had been dumb enough to try peaking inside her chamber, so that she could test her abilities on them.

This being the case though, they had not bothered to question any of the sounds they heard coming from within the room they guarded, probably thinking they’d be better off not knowing what their supposed king was keeping in what seemed an empty room.

“You hear how the prince went off last night at the bar?” one of the guard’s, a ram, asked, clearly speaking to the other guard.

Said guard was a griffon, who snorted, sounding bored. “Tell me about it. My brother was there and he said the prince got so drunk he almost mistook Hatchet for a female and tried to fuck him to relieve some anger.”

The ram chuckled. “That’s what he gets for having such a feminine-like body.”

“Hey, it’s not his fault,” the griffon snarled. “He was the third of triplets from the same egg. Our brother and sister have always felt bad about it. They blame themselves for taking too much nutrients from him during development, as if they could’ve prevented that.”

Celestia was listening with interest. The griffon’s tone was different than she’d expected.

Quickly using her new way of seeing the world, she saw a good aura for the griffon. It wasn’t as pure as the two moose, but it was still a good one.

The ram laughed, a hearted sound filled with no malice. “Ah, ya know I’m just teasin’ ya, Fling Feather. Yer brother’s good in my book, yer sister too.”

Celestia scowled at the last part, though looking at the ram’s aura, saw nothing to suggest the thoughts most of those posted to guard her chamber would have.

She pondered this. Were these two good males as well? Could she put her faith in them as she was planning to with the moose, should they ever come to guard her again?

The sound of footsteps coming toward the hall caused the conversation to end and Celestia to look to see who was coming.

Two female griffons walked towards them, both tensing slightly when they looked to the side Celestia knew Fling Feather was standing on.

Both girls walked up to the males and presented a tray with their breakfast, Celestia noting the meat of Fling’s tray.

The trays were taken, then she heard at least one set aside.

Celestia inwardly groaned. She knew what was coming next. The guards always put the tray aside to have their way with the females.

“Care for some relief, Flash?” Fling asked, clearly speaking to one of the females.

Celestia frowned, sensing an uneasiness, but not fear, before she heard the griffon named Flash sigh. “Okay,” she mumbled, her voice light for a griffon, making Celestia think of Cadance if her voice were a bit gruffer. “Just don’t come inside, alright. I’m in my time and the last thing I need it you knocking me up.”

Celestia heard a confirmation grunt, before a moan came from Fling’s side.

Celestia was expecting just to hear what would come, one of the few instances of concessional sex she had to experience whilst stuck in here, but was shocked when the griffon female was suddenly positioned so that she was in line of the open doorway, facing the other side of the hall.

She heard the ram groan in annoyance. “Really? You’re gonna do that right here with me standing here? Dude, your fetish for needing to be seen as you fuck your own kind is creepy.”

Whatever Fling’s reply was, Celestia didn’t hear it over the loud moan Flash released as she seemed to be lifted up for a moment, giving Celestia a good view of the male griffon’s throbbing shaft, before Flash’s body came down on it, right to the hilt in one go.

Celestia would have blushed if she had a blood to go to cheeks.

For several minutes to the two griffons went at it like that, Flash bouncing up and down at Fling thrust inside her.

Then, to Celestia’s utter shock, the griffoness was turned to face the doorway, before being pushed inside, falling to the floor on her chest, Fling still buried deep within her.

“Harder!” Flash cried as Fling pulled back for another thrust, her face flushed red. “Fuck me harder, you bastard!”

Fling seemed only too happy to oblige the order, lifting one of Flash’s legs up and over his shoulder, before continuing to piston into the female as she screamed in ecstasy.

Over the sounds of slapping flesh and sexual moans/screams, Celestia could hear the ram talking angrily, annoyed at not getting any action she guessed.

Suddenly, she realized something. Both griffons were in the room, a room she had been making sure Duneyrr would think no male could enter without being harmed.

Her first instinct was to cause slight pain to encourage the two to leave, but found herself being held back.

Morally, she had been given no reason to harm this male. His aura was not the black, tainted filth most she’d seen here had and it was holding back her ability to harm him.

However, if she could get them to finish quickly, maybe that would work. If they wrapped up their little sex time, they’d leave.

Using her new powers, she pressured to the two, trying to speed up the process.

“Oh, yes!” Flash cried, catching Celestia off-gaurd. That was not what she’d expected to hear. “Fuck me, Fling. Fuck me harder! Harder!”

“Aww, shit!” Fling cried, his thrust so fast they were almost blurs now, his face contorted. “F-Flash... I’m close! I-I go-gotta pull out!”

“NO!” the female shouted, catching all three of them off-guard, especially when she manoeuvred so that her legs were wrapped around the male griffon’s body. “I can’t let you! I know what I said, but I’m so close and I just want to feel you inside me! Cum inside, you hear me! I want to feel you hot steaming cum flooding my pussy!”

Fling seemed very surprised by this, but suddenly seemed to let his instincts take control, pushing the young female back down and increasing the speeds of his thrusts even more.

“Yes! Yes!” Flash cried, a drunken-like smile on her face as her breast bounced with each thrust. “Almost there! Almost there!”

“I can’t—AH!” Fling was cut off as he thrust hard one final time and remained in place.

“YES!” Flash screamed, her eyes rolling up as her tongue lolled out of her mouth, Celestia seeing her vaginal muscles tightening around the throbbing shaft within her as she came right after the male holding her.

Celestia was not only trying to recover from what she had just seen, but her new sight allowed her to see something happening. Whilst she could not see inside the female griffon’s body, she was able to see something glowing within her.

There were two, one inside her and one moving into her in thick bursts. When they collided there was another glow, before only it remained.

Fling had just gotten this female pregnant, who didn’t seem to be bothered despite her disgruntlement about it beforehand.

For several long minutes the two griffons lay on the floor, panting heavily, before finally getting up and walking out, Flash stumbling a bit as she went to join her fellow female, who’d been waiting at the other end of the hall this whole time.

With that, the two guards returned to their posts, acting as if nothing had happened.

Celestia couldn’t help noticing a change to Fling’s aura. It had gone a bit pink. What this meant, she was unsure, having no real knowledge of what colours of aura meant aside from she’d already gathered since becoming as she was now.

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Celestia was pulled from the stupor the previous scene had placed her in when she heard an angry grunt.

“Are you serious?” the ram’s voice, whom Celestia now realized she still didn’t know the name of.

“Yeah, eh?” Celestia recognized Rutt’s voice, sounding a little anxious. “King’s orders.”

The ram growled. “He’s assigning us to just stand here, every day! I work my ass off for years to try rising in the ranks, and he goes and pulls this shit?!”

Fling Feather sighed, moving in line of the doorway as he placed a hand on the ram’s shoulder. “Fleece, it ain’t that bad. At least we’re not expected to do much.”

Fleece seemed to bat the hand away, growling again. “I am not going to spend the rest of my life guarding this room! Duneyrr thinks he can do whatever he likes with these two idiots, but I’m not standing for this!”

Before either of the three could respond, Fleece hurried off down the hall, most likely to make huge complaints.

From what she’d learned of the pony she detested sharing the same bloodline with, Duneyrr would not take kindly to a guard like Fleece acting up, which would, if the ram was lucky, land him permanently watching over her chamber.

“Have fun, you two,” Fling Feather said, nodding to the moose before heading down the hall and beyond Celestia’s line of sight, save his aura, which she was able to track until it moved too far off.

“Yeah,” Tuke sighed, moving into place on the left, while Rutt to the right. “Fun.”

If she had hands, Celestia would have rubbed them together eagerly. Now was the time to put her plan into motion.

She had very quickly learned she could not speak directly with anyone, having thrown several insults at the first set of guards she’d gotten and them not even glancing in the room to see who’d spoken.

However, she had another idea with which to communicate with the two moose.

There was a flash that caused the two moose to jump, before glancing down to the doorway floor. Sitting where there had been nothing a moment ago, there no sat a chess set, reminiscent of the ones she and Luna would play back when they’d been younger, before Nightmare Moon.

She would have grinned eagerly if she’d had a physical mouth.

But, that grin soon slipped when the two moose bent down, picking up a piece each, looking at them in confusion.

“What’s this thing, eh?” Tuke asked, holding a bishop piece between his forefinger and thumb.

“Dunno, eh?” Rutt replied, glancing into the room with an eyebrow raised. “Where’d it come from, anyway, eh?”

Celestia inwardly groaned. From the utter confusion in their auras it was obvious they didn’t know it was a chessboard, which also meant they had no idea how to play chess.

She pondered for several more moments, during which time the two moose continued to examine the chess pieces with confusion, questioning where they could have come from and what they were for.

An idea came to Celestia, making her wish she could click her fingers as it popped into her thoughts.

Summoning her magic again, the chessboard and pieces glowed with a white light, causing the two moose to cry out in alarm and back up.

When the light faded, in place of the chessboard was a game of checkers. Surely they knew how to play checkers...

Nope.

The two moose looked on with more confusion and the identical chips on the board.

This kept up for a while, Celestia circling between game after game, trying to find something that the moose would understand and know how to play; they didn’t even know how to play Snakes and Ladders.

Finally, about half an hour after circling through every activity she could think of, Celestia finished with tic-tack-toe.

At once recognition appeared in the males’ eyes as they looked down at the tic-tack-toe markings, their eyes widening when a circle appeared in the top middle space.

“Tic-tack-toe, eh?” Rutt said, leaning down and taking a small penicil Celestia had manifested so that the moose could play. “Been a while, eh?”

Tuke just frowned in confusion at the room. “But where it an’ all those other things come from, eh? They, like, just appeared and disappeared. What’s going on, eh?”

Rutt shrugged, marking an X in the top-right corner which was followed by a circle appearing just below the X, cutting it off. “Dunno, eh? But if we can play this while working, that’s a pretty good deal, eh?”

Tuke seemed to think about it for a moment, during which Rutt made another X, this one in the centre square, which was promptly followed by the bottom-right square gaining a circle.

Rutt frowned, before drawing an X in the middle-right corner to cut off the circles, having seen a spot for three.

A circle appeared in the bottom-middle square, making another line in need of just one more circle for three.

However, there was only one square left and Rutt filled that in with an X, leaving the game at a tie.

Celestia would smile if she had lips. This might just work.

She made the Xs and Os vanish, leaving the squares empty for another round.

“Cool,” Tuke said, joining his brother, taking the marker. “Me next.”

Author's Note

First off, Happy Nightmare Night, everypony.

Second, ARGH! THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG TO FINISH!

Seriously, i've been working on this chapter for over two weeks. Man, am i glad to finally have gotten it out of the way.

Technically i finished it yesterday, but our internet was done, so i couldn't post it

Also, sorry about the clop scene in this one. In all honesty, I first decided to just put it in their as filler, but i think i can work the now impregnated griffoness into the story more, give Fling Feather a reason to leave the castle, ya know.

Also, MAN am i happy to finally be able to start on the interactions between Celestia and the moose. Finally the story can really get moving to where it's meant to go.

Well, i'll be trying to get the next chapter out today, but with my luck i won't be done with it til much later.

Anyway, hope this was an okay chapter and, til next time, later everypony and have a fun Nightmare Night