Behind Barn Doors

Chapters

Like Old Times (Celestia & Luna)
A Bond Reborn (Twilight & Spike)
Gambling (Celestia & Cadence)

Like Old Times (Celestia & Luna)

As Canterlot bustled with the sound of high society and commerce, Luna looked down from her tower at her people. After years of tense relations between the princess and the people had finally calmed down, Luna realized that the people still viewed her as less than Celestia. Everything was constantly being judged, from her political abilities to her magic, to even baser matters such as her figure and rumors of how well they are in bed.

Of course, this irked Luna. How could she compare herself to her sister, who has had a thousand years to strengthen relations between herself and her people, not to mention keep up to date on speech patterns and technological advancements within their country? The contest was not fair according to her, and she needed to catch up to the standing of Celestia if she would ever be able to win the hearts of her citizens.

As Luna gazed down at the city, Celestia, who happened to be walking by Luna's room, peeked her head inside. She frowned at seeing her sister sequestered away from the city, knowing full well that Luna wanted to be seen as equal to her. She had begun tutoring Luna on what she had missed during her banishment, but was ultimately drawn away due to the needs of her country. She had tried to make time for Luna whenever she could, but those times were few and far between. As Luna shifted her stance on the railing, Celestia began to have a different thought process at the sight before her.

Her little sister, whom no one could argue was unattractive, was bent over the railing, her rear end sticking outward. Being later in the day, Luna had switched from her regal outfit to something more comfortable, which consisted of gray sweatpants and a dark t-shirt. Standing at six foot three, with slightly pale skin, Luna had kept a well maintained figure throughout her absence, but had grown a little pudgy around the sides, as well as matured as a woman. Her rear had grown from a petite little bubble to a rounder handful, a rear that jiggled quite a lot when Luna jogged. Her hips had expanded as well, giving her a slightly more hourglass figure then before, but wold still classify as 'slim'. Breasts, which were once 34C, had grown to a more than acceptable 36 double D. Needless to say, her new figure had most males hiding their tents of shame, and some females hiding their jealousy.

Without making a sound, Celestia managed to slip inside her sisters' room, gaining her the element of surprise. As she made her way across the room, she picked up a large book from Luna's desk, tightly holding it in her grasp. Celestia stood behind Luna, readying her arms for the impending blow.

Luna only heard the rush of wind before a large smack was delivered to her rear, the loud smack being heard from down on the streets below. The smack startled Luna, jumping up with a loud yelp escaping her lips. Her hands shot to her bottom, attempting to sooth the pain with gentle rubbing. Luna had her eyes shut from the pain, but opened them when she heard the mischievous giggling of her older sister behind her. Luna turned to face Celestia, a frown plastered on her face. At that moment, Luna took a moment to quickly analyze her sister.

Men had been enamored and women have been jealous with Celestia for centuries. Towering above most people at six foot nine, with beautifully tanned skin, many classified Celestia as 'Amazonian'. Her perfect hourglass figure, though slightly more bottom-heavy, had been the envy of many people throughout the years. Her chest, an impressive 38 triple D, sent men and women alike into fits. The crown jewel, though, would be her rear end. What could only be described as 'way more than necessary cushion for the pushin', her rear would be the center of attention whenever she walked away, or knocked something over when turning.

One could easily lose their hand, or head, within the giant cheeks. A slap to them would be the equivalent of startling a gentle pool of water, for once Celestia put motion to her back, there would be no stopping it.

Needless to say, Celestia's ass was legendary.

Luna also noted that Celestia had changed from her regal gown to something more befitting of a princess at rest. Black yoga pants that did nothing to compress her sister's gigantic ass, as well as a stylish red track top, the front open to reveal a plain white tank top. Luna could see that her sister was spilling out of the tank top, but kept that part to herself. After Celestia's giggling ceased, Luna leaned back over the railing, with Celestia joining her.

"We always used to pull stuff like that," Celestia said, remembering times past. Times when the two sisters would run around the palace stark naked in an effort to make the guards faint. Times when Luna would pull the back of Celestia's dress up during an important assembly, or Celestia would pull Luna's pants downward. Simpler times.

"Twas fun. I miss those times," Luna said, sadness dripping in her voice. Celestia looked to her sister, the same mischievous grin still present. "Well, sugar tits, who said they have to be over? We're royalty, but that doesn't mean we can't screw around when nobody's looking," Celestia said, earning a blush from Luna at the name. "So... What? We just start greeting each other with spankings and pantsings?" Luna asked, not realizing that Celestia had moved behind her sister.

"We could, only if you wanted to, little sister," Celestia said, the soothing tone of her voice setting Luna at ease. "I... think I would like that." Luna said, bending over and exposing the thin line of underwear from her sweatpants, giving her sister the perfect opportunity to strike. "I'm glad to hear that, Luna. Say... Do you remember that other prank we used to greet each other with?" The smirk prevalent in her voice. Luna, ever the innocent, was unprepared for what was to come. "No, what?"

Famous last words. Celestia's hands shot forth, gripping the thin line of fabric. Luna realized what was happening, but was powerless to stop it. The burning sensation of fabric grinding in her rear made her wince, while Celestia only felt a savage pleasure from tugging on her sister's underwear.

Celestia was surprised at Luna's choice in undergarments as well. Sky blue boy shorts, ripe for the pulling. Celestia felt the manic smile on her face only grow wider, as Luna began thrashing wildly in an attempt to escape. Celestia, not wanting her sister to evade this prank so easily, used her hidden strength to lift her sister up, her feet now hanging a clear foot away from the floor. Luna could only thrash in agony at the feeling of dangling by her undergarments, also feeling her face heat up in embarrassment at the torture.

"Wedgie!" Shouted Celestia, enjoying the feeling of hoisting her sister up by her panties. She bounced Luna by her underwear, each time earning a grunt of pain from her younger sister. Finally, after a few minutes of tugging and pulling, Celestia dropped Luna back to the ground. Luna, now back on solid ground, began readjusting her underwear which was so rudely hoisted up. She felt Celestia smack her rear again, more gently than last time. "Like old times, sister. We can stop this at anytime if you are ever uncomfortable, Luna," Celestia said, turning to head back into the room.

Luna whirled around, the palm of her hand aimed straight at Celestia's rear. As it connected, the sheer force sent Celestia a few steps forward, a gasp escaping her. The sound of the smack rang in both princesses' ears, one which Luna savored. As Celestia rubbed her bottom, Luna rushed toward her, hand at the ready. Before Celestia could react, Luna grabbed the waistband of her sister's yoga pants, giving them a sharp yank downward.

Celestia, realizing that her pants were now around her ankles, blushed deeply knowing that her younger sister saw her in only her underwear. Luna was surprised to see a bright red thong, with a single heart shaped design on the crotch of the lingerie. Celestia felt the cool air on her rear end, which the very sight of almost made Luna faint. What Luna was not expecting when pantsing her sister, however, was the lipstick-kiss tattoo so prominently displayed on Celestia's right cheek.

Luna giggled at the hilarious tattoo, though Celestia only wanted her pants in their proper place. As Celestia bent over to retrieve her pants, Luna stuck her foot out to stop her sister. Celestia, pull as she might, was unable to remove the foot of her sister from her pants. Celestia stood, and addressed her sister. "Alright, Lulu, you got me. Can I have my pants back now?" She asked, a slight smile coming to her face. Luna, who had been enjoying the sight before her, was in no position for this to end. "Depends. What are you willing to do for them?" Luna asked, a smirk on her face as she did so.

Celestia shrugged, unsure of what she could possibly offer her sister. "I guess... Whatever you want?" She asked with hope in her voice. Luna, who decided to take pity on her sister, removed her foot from Celestia's pants. "I will spare you, Celestia... This time." As Celestia bent over to pull up her pants, Luna delivered one final smack to her sister's rear, this time making Celestia wince. Luna began walking out of her room as Celestia secured her pants. Celestia followed after her, the two now walking down a hallway.

As they did, Celestia reached down to grab Luna's rear end, the soft flesh giving in her hand, making Luna jump slightly. Looking to Celestia, Luna returned the gesture, her hand quickly being enveloped in the mass of flesh. "Just like old times, sister. Just like old times." Luna said, giving a squeeze to Celestia's rear, earning a squeal from her older sister.

With that, the two walked deeper into the palace, sisterly bond strengthened.

A Bond Reborn (Twilight & Spike)

For as long as Twilight could remember, Spike had been her best friend. From the time she had hatched him during her entrance exam for Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, they had been nearly inseparable. Even after she had concluded yet another adventure, she would always be able to return back to find Spike diligently organizing books or cleaning the library. Their relationship had been that of a brother and sister, both caring and nurturing the other, yet never ceasing to irritate the other when the opportunity arose.

That is, until recently.

Over the years, Spike had grown more distant from Twilight. His attitude changed from a care-free young boy to a quiet, often malice-filled young man. Instead of greeting most people with a smile, Spike ventured from his home more often than not with his hands in fists and a grimace on his face. He never appeared happy anymore, and that worried Twilight. She wanted her younger 'brother' to be happy, as most siblings want for their others. Of course, whenever she attempted to talk to Spike about what troubled him, he shut her out, claiming that he was just in a bad mood that day.

Despite the changes in his attitude, Spike's physical appearance had also changed. Gone was the young boy, now replaced by a young man standing at eye level with Twilight. Where Twilight stood at five feet and ten inches, Spike stood a single inch above her, a fact which he had been more than proud of. Also noticeable with his form was the subtle addition of muscle, not toned to the point of a bodybuilder, but enough to give Spike a little shape around his arms and chest.

Twilight just wanted her baby brother back. She grew tired of silent breakfasts in the morning, grunts in response to a question she had, as well as an overall sense of cynicism radiating off of the young man. Short response, a hair trigger, short fuse. Spike had all of the qualities of a grouchy old man.

In short, she wanted her brother to stop acting like such a dick.

To accomplish that, though, was easier said than done. First, she would have to discover what troubled Spike. Could it be the harsh changes from boyhood to manhood, or something of a more... Primal nature? She was unsure. What Twilight was sure of, however, was that this matter required research.

Why is everyone so cheery all of the time?

This question had plagued Spike for the past month. Everywhere he went, people had smiles on their faces, greeting him with a friendly wave. Everyone, including his own 'sister', was always in an overly-happy mood, expecting him to pretend to be also. The worst culprit of this, however, was Pinkie Pie. Any day that Spike went without seeing the pink menace, he was a happy dragon.

That did nothing to hide him from his own sister, however. Normally, the library was a quiet, peaceful residence where Spike could unwind. All of this changed, however, whenever Twilight would come home either by herself or with one of those idiots she calls friends. Spike would be fine if it was Fluttershy or Rarity, but if it happened to be Applejack or that blowhard Rainbow Dash, he would silently curse his luck at having to tolerate their company.

The conundrum that Spike faced, however, was that though he enjoyed the serenity of the library when Twilight was away, there was also the overwhelming sense of loneliness that accompanied the isolation. True, Spike did socialize with the Cutie Mark Crusaders or other people his age, and even some older or younger than him, but Twilight's company, though how much he loathed it sometimes, was irreplaceable.

Yet... There was another reason Spike wanted Twilight around.

Since growing older, Spike had begun to notice his sister in a different way. Twilight, having grown in certain ways as well, now garnered more attention the more she matured. Her chest measured in at a modest 32C, completing the 'slim with curves' look that Twilight had always wanted. The majority of the weight she gained, though, went straight to her rear end, which made her more prone to knocking things over when turning too quickly.

They were still considered siblings, and Spike would never taint that bond, but he could not help how she made him feel on certain occasions. Spike, after much observation, concluded that it was not mainly Twilight's body or personality that attracted him, though they did play a role. What did attract Spike to Twilight, however, was the actions or small events that seemed to plague Twilight on a daily basis.

For reasons unknown, Twilight had been silently agreed upon by her friends to be the friend whom the others would greet in the most lewd ways imaginable. On more than one occasion, Spike had witnessed Twilight have her shirt pulled up revealing her bra, or lack of, her pants pulled down exposing her legs and underwear, her nipples being twisted resulting in a high-pitched squeak of surprise, and brutal spankings. On a certain occasion, which they agreed to never talk about again, Spike watched as Rainbow Dash marched straight up to Twilight, stick her right hand down the front of Twilight's pants, and grab her by the crotch. Only after the blood drained from Twilight's face did Rainbow remove her hand, taking a generous whiff of the scent as she did so.

That had been a good day.

After that, the group of friends decided to expand their horizons from Twilight to the rest of the group. Now, the friends greeted each other in what one could argue as 'sexual assault, but it's between friends so it's okay' ways. Spike silently thanked whatever deity existed for that. What Spike was unsure of, however, was what the reactions of the group would be if he joined in on their ritualistic greeting styles. Whether they scolded him, disowned him, or outright slapped him, Spike wanted to join in on the fun, if only to have an excuse to feel his sister's friends.

With the thoughts of his sister and his friends on his mind, Spike busied himself around the library, cleaning bookshelves, sweeping, and other menial tasks. He was content doing so, until he noticed Twilight coming down the stairs. After a long night of research, Twilight had slept in until the late afternoon, Spike silently noting that the clock read 3 PM. Spike watched his sister slowly descend the stairs, and was quick to make another observation.

Twilight, in her sleep-induced stupor, had forgone clothes covering her undergarments. Twilight walked down in nothing but a plain blue sports bra along with a pair of lighter blue hotshorts. Spike had never known his sister to walk around one step above being naked, but he was in no position to begin arguing. As he watched, he compared his own clothing choice to that of (or lack of) Twilight's. Blue jeans, T-shirt, and a gray hoodie, which was the norm for him.

Once Twilight had made her way down the stairs, she walked into the kitchen, more than likely attempting to make a pot of coffee. As she walked past him, however, Spike noted the bright red printing on the rear of her briefs.

Huh. Didn't know she owned a pair like that.

As Twilight disappeared into the kitchen, Spike was left with the mental image of her. That mental image quickly doubled from her to Fluttershy, then from them to the rest of her group, then to any other woman Spike had ever found sexually attractive. Before long, Spike became aware of the bulge in his pants, followed by his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. Refocusing his efforts on his work, a thought came to mind.

Well, if there was ever a time to try and greet her like her friends do, her being in underwear would be a good start, I guess.

With that, Spike set down the book he had been holding and began walking toward the kitchen. As he entered, he was just in time to see Twilight bent over reaching for something. Spike stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight before him. Twilight's rear nearly pushed Spike to the edge, almost forcing him to run forth and deliver a hardy smack.

Spike was patient, though. He knew an opportune moment would arise, but now was not it. Instead, he settled for watching Twilight's rear jiggle with every slight movement she made. Spike leaned against the doorframe, a smirk clear on his face. Whether Twilight knew he was watching her or not, he was unsure. At the moment, though, he did not care.

After a moment, Twilight stood up, a packet of sugar in her hand. She opened the packet and poured it into the cup of coffee she made for herself. As she turned to sit at the table, she saw Spike standing in the doorway. She smiled, though that action took some effort.

"Good morning, Spike. How are you?" She asked, walking toward the table. Spike, who had forced himself to stop staring, bore his now common blank stare of the morning, signaling that he was in a less-than-pleasant mood, as was the usual. He walked toward the pot of coffee, reaching into a cupboard to pull out a mug as he did. Mug in hand, he poured himself a full cup.

"I'm alright. How are you, Twilight?" He asked, walking to the table. He tried his best not to stare, focusing instead on the table itself. Twilight sipped on her coffee, looking to Spike. "I'm alright, I suppose. It was a late night studying, as usual," She set the mug down on the table, her thumb idly running across it. "I just feel like I'm forgetting something. Something important," She said.

Spike, with a chuckle, looked to Twilight. "I can think of a few things you might have forgotten," He said. Twilight snapped her head in the boy's direction, a worried look on her face. "What? What do you think it is?" She asked, leaning forward onto the table. Spike smiled, and sipped his coffee. As he set it down, he looked right at Twilight. "Your clothes?" He said, giggling at the look on Twilight's face.

Twilight froze. Remembering how she had discarded most of her clothes the night before due to her room growing rather hot, she was aghast to realize that she had waltzed down into the main room in only her undergarments. Faster than Spike could blink, Twilight's hands shot across her chest and crotch, face turning red as she did. Spike laughed, enjoying watching his sister panic in embarrassment. After a moment, Twilight stood from the table, and turned to leave.

Now or never.

Before she moved out of arm's reach from Spike, she felt a hard swat across her rear end, making her jolt in surprise. Her embarrassment turned to confusion, then to anger. She whirled around, facing Spike with a glare that could melt steel. "WHAT was that?" She asked, her tone less than pleasant. Spike, who had anticipated this type of reception, leaned back in his chair, smiling. "That's me saying I don't care if you walk around in your underwear. Just don't be surprised if I decide to mess with you."

Twilight was at a loss for words. On one hand, she secretly enjoyed the feeling of not having to worry about clothes, silently dreaming of the day when she could move about the library in her undergarments. On the other, she was more than familiar with how her friends greeted her, and was unsure of whether or not she would be alright with her brother doing the same.

In the end, she decided that one more to the list was not going to kill her. "Alright, I can live with you screwing with me like that. Just not in front of other people, ok?" She asked. Spike nodded, slowly leaning forward in his chair. "Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to get done," She said. As she turned to leave once more, Spike leaned across the table, grabbing the waistband of Twilight's underwear. Before she could react, Spike released the waistband, enjoying the sound of the *snap* against Twilight's back.

Twilight yelped in surprise, stopping mid step. She looked back to Spike, who had a devious grin on his face. Twilight blushed, but smiled as she readjusted her panties. As she left, Spike called after her. "Nice panties, by the way!" He shouted. "Shut up!" Twilight shouted back. Spike leaned back in his chair, smirking.

This is going to be fun.

All throughout the day, Spike had worked on his chores. The only thing that changed, though, were the in between sessions of toying with Twilight. Such activities included:

Spanking Twilight as she was bent over with one of the thickest tomes in the library.
Rushing forward to twist her nipples as she stretched, resulting in a very flustered Twilight.
'Accidentally' dropping ice cubes down the back and front of her panties.
And, of course, giving her a wedgie whenever he could.

Of course, Twilight did not mind. She had never seen Spike as happy as he was when they were playing like this, and that fact alone led her to tolerate the pranks. Of course, Twilight gave as good as she got. More often then not, Twilight would return the favor of whatever prank Spike played on her within a ten minute period. Though a small portion of her inner self scolded her for behaving in such a way, the savage side of Twilight enjoyed hearing Spike beg to be let go when she hoisted him by his boxer briefs.

As the day winded down, though, the pranks became more subtle. Spike slipping his hand onto the chair where Twilight was about to sit, grabbing a handful of flesh as Twilight just laughed and shoved his hand away, Twilight using her magic to pull Spike's pants zipper down. Throughout all of it, though, Twilight and Spike laughed, enjoying the feeling of bonding in such odd ways.

What Twilight was unaware of, though, was Spike's plan to end their working day. Twilight, who remained in her undergarments throughout the day, had had her panties tugged enough times to stretch the fabric out to a decent amount. Spike had waited till the sun had set and Twilight had closed the library to strike.

As Twilight sat at her desk filling out paperwork, Spike grabbed a spare rope from the basement and held it in hand. Silently, he crept behind Twilight, careful to make sure that he did not make a sound. At that moment, Twilight stretched her arms out, clutching them together to stretch her back. As she did, the feeling of her arms being bound made her eyes pop open, frantically looking behind herself to see her attacker.

Spike quickly tied her hands together, and hoisted her up by her armpits. "Spike!? What are you doing?!" She asked, panic in her voice. Her question fell on deaf ears as Spike dragged her over to the coat hooks at the entrance of the library. "Spike, this may be going too far! Please do-YOW!" She yelped, as Spike delivered a hard spank to her bottom. Once they reached the coat hooks, Spike grabbed the back of Twilight's underwear, yanking them up past the coat hooks.

Spike let go of Twilight, who fell a short distance before being caught be her own underwear. The pain in her bottom made her wince, hoping that either Spike would have mercy on her, or they would rip quickly. Her arms fell in front of her, her entire body slouching forward. Spike chuckled at the sight before him, enjoying seeing his sister in such a compromising position. Twilight groaned in pain, "Uuugggh... Alright, Spike, very funny. Now get me down," She said, looking to Spike with a pleading look.

Spike only rotated her so her rear end was sticking outward, and delivered another hard swat against her bottom, watching her flesh ripple at the impact. "Don't think so, Twilight. See you in the morning," He said, a wicked grin on his face. With those words, Spike began walking away from Twilight, heading up the stairs to his room.

Twilight was shocked. How could her own brother leave her like this? She yelled after him, "Spike! If you don't get me down right now, I'm going to get you back so hard!" Her voice echoed in the empty library. As the sound of a door clicking reacher her ears, Twilight let out a long sigh, preparing herself for a long night.

"I'm going to get him back so good," She said to herself, the pain ever present in the night.

Gambling (Celestia & Cadence)

For a millenium, Lake Silver has always been reserved for the Royal Sisters as their personal vacation spot. The vast waters, surrounded by tall oak trees and clear blue water that met soft grass at the beach line, was located high in the mountainous regions north of Canterlot. Near the vast expanse of water sits a pleasant cottage, which could easily hold more than twenty people, is reserved specifically for members of the Royal Family, as well as friends and loved ones. Down a short dirt path lies a storage unit, filled with boats, jet-skis, and many other forms of transportation or fun.

The main attraction of the lake, though, is an antique frigate named War Hammer, that is visible from above the tree line, located near the edge of the water, supported by several struts, with a plaque on the the hull commemorating its service. Passed down for generations within the Royal Family, Celestia decided that the War Hammer had seen enough action at sea, and had the ship retired to Lake Silver, serving as a monument to a bygone era.

The lake, though few outside of the Royal Family have been there, is considered to be one of the most beautiful, serene, and gorgeous areas in all of Equestria.

That is, until the Royal Sisters show up in a rowdy mood.

If any of the surrounding environment had the capability of speech, they would tell tales of riotous parties, composing of over five hundred guests, orgies, and many other unspeakable sexual acts. Within the past one hundred years, though, the lake as well as the Sisters have matured with age, thus not disturbing the tranquility of the area.

That may change with the Sisters' next visit, though. Celestia and Luna have returned to their old pranking roots, which may throw the lake into chaos. Adding to that, Celestia has decided to bring along Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, or Cadence. Cadence has been blissfully unaware of her Aunts' transition to more unrefined humor, though she is able to accommodate for such. Unbeknownst to Celestia or Luna, Cadence had grown up in the environment of sibling rivalry, along with all of the usual pranks that accompanied such a childhood.

Needless to say, this will be one weekend that Celestia, Luna, and Cadence will never forget.

Celestia stepped off of the carriage, the afternoon sun enveloping her face, escalating her sense of joy. Dressed in a short green dress decorated with palm trees that fluttered in the mountain breeze, with a yellow two piece bikini with a violet border, that barely held the assets they were meant to contain underneath, she was ready to enjoy a weekend with her sister and niece. She surveyed the location for which some many other family events took place, and smirked to herself at the memories of the parties which also occurred.

Luna stepped out next, wearing a knee length midnight blue beach dress with a white border near the bottom, along with a white sunhat, and a large pair of black aviator sunglasses. Underneath her dress, she wore a simple one-piece navy blue swimsuit, which she had personally picked out, if only to hide the slight pudge which built up around her side.

Last out of the carriage stepped Cadence, a beautiful woman standing at six foot one with blemish-free fair skin. Her chest, which kept more than one guard awake at night, measured in at 30G, which only complimented her slim figure. Though as it was with most of the Royal Family, the dominant trait among women was a larger rear end. Many considered Shining Armor to be a lucky man, of only to saddle up next to a bottom that jiggled when moving too quickly, yet also held firmness when clenched. She wore a red and black sun dress, with a a bright blue bikini underneath.

The three women stood on the path, looking at the cottage. Cadence had not been around during the riotous parties, but she had heard plenty of stories. Celestia dropped her purse, and raised both of her arms in the air.

"I missed this place! When was the last time we were here, Lulu? Do you remember?" Celestia said, looking to her younger sister with a beaming smile on her face. Luna was a tad less excited, though, yet she was still happy to visit her old vacation spot.

"It has been awhile, Tia. My guess is before my absence." She said, walking toward the cottage with a small smile on her face. As Luna walked past her, Celestia gave Luna's rear end a smack, eliciting a yelp and jump from the younger sister. Luna looked back to Celestia, a smirk on her face. After Celestia watched Luna walk away, she turned back to Cadence. "So, Cadence, ready for some fun?" She asked, leaning forward toward her niece.

"Absolutely, Auntie Tia. I've always wanted to come here." Cadence said, beginning to walk toward the cottage. Celestia picked up her purse, and fell in line beside Cadence.

Celestia sighed, "Aaah, I missed coming here. I was so excited when Lulu suggested we come back here for vacation. See that ship over there?" Celestia pointed to the frigate, which Cadence had spotted when arriving. "Lulu and I's great-great-great grandfather had that ship built, supposedly to be the most deadly on the sea," She said, Cadence nodding along with the words.

Celestia laughed. "I remember, one summer, Lulu and I came up here with our parents. I hung Luna by the bowsprit, (that's the wooden pole at the front), and left her there for at least an hour! She was begging to be let down! Ahahahahaaaa... Good times." Celestia said, which earned a nervous glance from Cadence. Celestia noticed this, and grew a devious smirk on her face. She put her arm on Cadence's shoulder, and leaned in.

"Don't worry about that, though. That will only happen if you mess with me," She whispered, followed by a hard pinch to Cadence's bottom. Cadence jumped, but quickly regained her demeanor. She smirked, and turned to look at her aunt. "You know, Auntie, you should watch yourself. I'm not a pretty sight when I'm angry," She smirked. Celestia smiled, but was caught off guard when she felt the back of her dress lifted up, followed by her bikini bottom being pulled downward, ending with a hard smack on her bottom.

She gasped, hands fluttering in an attempt to right herself. Cadence giggled at the sight of her Aunt's large bottom jiggling at the impact, and ran off, laughing as she did. "Nice tattoo, Sun-butt!" She yelled back, taking off toward the cottage. Celestia pulled her bikini back in its' proper place, and fixed her sundress. She smirked, eyeing her niece's rear end.

"Oh, I am going to have fun with you," She whispered to herself.

The sun had begun setting over the tree-line, the air of the mountain growing significantly chillier. Though they had experienced colder, the Royal Trio had set up a campfire near the water to enjoy the sunset. Around the fire, they laughed at the days events, which mainly consisted of back and forth pranking between Celestia and Cadence. What they did not realize, however, was that Luna had secretly been recording the entirety of their little prank war, but she was not quick to divulge that.

"That would be for the internet to savor, once I'm back," she thought to herself.

After a short story of how Celestia had trapped Cadence in a tire and delivered a spanking which left Cadence's bottom red, the trio laughed until their sides hurt. After they finished, only the crackling of the fire permeated the silence. "I'm really glad that we decided to do this. I miss this kind of fun," Celestia said, leaning forward to take a marshmallow that had been roasting over the fire. "Same here, sister. I missed watching you get spanked," Luna said with a smirk.

For that remark, Celestia reached over and twisted Luna's nipple, earning a squeak from the younger woman. As Celestia leaned back into her chair, Cadence spoke. "I'm having fun, too. I like this kind of familial bonding," She said, a smile on her face. She laughed. "I have to say, I think we can safely agree that I am the best at this kind of pranking."

Celestia froze. She turned to Cadence with a dark grin on her face. "Is that so?" She said, her voice dipping an octave. Cadence eyed her aunt wearily, unaware of the beast which she had unwittingly unleashed. Celestia leaned back in her chair. "Well, I have an idea: Cadence and I will race around the lake on the jet-skis, and the loser..." Her hand waved nonchalantly in the air. She leaned closer to Luna, proceeding to whisper into her ear. Luna's face grew shocked. "Tia! That is horrible," She leaned away from Celestia. "I love it," Luna smirked.

Cadence was nervous. Luna stood on top of her chair, looking down at her sister and niece. "Well, it looks like we have a bet on our hands: Celestia and Cadence will race one lap around the lake, the loser of which will endure a rather humiliating victory lap of the winner. Depending on who wins, will have a great time watching. Are these terms fair?" Luna asked. Celestia nodded, though Cadence was hesitant. She spoke up, "Wait, what's the victory lap?" She asked.

Celestia looked to Cadence. "Cadence, I assure you, if you lose, (which you will), it won't be that bad. If you win, just enjoy my suffering. Don't worry about it," She finished with a grin. Cadence knew that her aunt would not go easy on her, and despite not knowing what the loser would have to bear, she was excited for it. "Alright, I'm in. Dawn, tomorrow morning," She said.

With that, Celestia and Cadence shook hands, sealing their fate.

As the afternoon sun beat down on her forehead, Cadence stood on the dock near War Hammer. She had been blindfolded, which did nothing to quell her fears. As the sound of footsteps drew closer, Cadence felt a hard swat across her rear end, followed by Luna laughing. "Lighten up, Cadence. You won! The only reason we had to blindfold you was to keep the punishment a surprise," She said, smiling as she did. Cadence shook her head. "I know, I just don't want Auntie Tia to be too badly embarrassed. Maybe a little, but not too much," She said.

Luna giggled at her niece's good heart. "Well, it is only the three of us here, so you can rest easy knowing that this won't go too far," She said. Cadence shrugged, sighing. "I know, but I feel like I didn't earn my victory. Granted, Aunty Tia pulled on my bikini a lot, but I did steal her top." She giggled. "Couldn't have been easy to see with those gigantic tits of hers bouncing everywhere." Luna laughed as well, before sliding up to her niece, grabbing Cadence's chest and spanking her once more. "Regardless, you did win. Would you like to see what Tia had in mind?" Luna said. Cadence grew anxious. "I guess," She said nervously. With that, Luna removed the blindfold, and what Cadence saw shocked her.

Replacing the mermaid figurehead of the War Hammer was a gagged Celestia. Her legs were tied to the hull of the ship, while her arms were tied outward, exposing her magnificent chest. The only clothing that Celestia was wearing, however, was an incredibly stretched pair of granny panties, which happened to be wrapped around a small metal ball that acted as an anchor for the panties. The ball was about ten feet from Celestia's rear end, which was more than enough to give her an atomic wedgie if one so desired. Celestia, for her part, was blushing hard enough for her entire face to turn red.

An interesting fact that Cadence noted was that apparently when Celestia blushed hard enough, her rear end would blush as well. Either that, or she had been given quite a spanking before being tied up. Luna walked Cadence closer to the tied up monarch, gesturing her hand at Celestia. "I call it: 'The Figurehead Wedgie'. What do you think, Cadence? Quite an upgrade from the last one," She leaned over, giving Celestia's right breast a gentle squeeze. "The rules dictated that you are permitted one lap around the lake with Celestia as your figurehead. Cold waters mixed with nudity and a gorgeous wedgie will equal a hilariously flustered Celestia, would you not agree?" Luna finished.

Cadence, though her kind nature felt sympathy for another human being to be held in such a humiliating position, was blurred away by the savage joy of seeing her aunt, who so many people held in high regard, be reduced to a nude, living piece of art. Cadence leaned close to Celestia, giving her rear a harsh smack, enjoying the whimpers of her aunt and the jiggling flesh of her rear.

Cadence turned to Luna. "This will do. One lap," She turned to walk away, but was stopped by Luna's hand on her shoulder. "Also, if you look at the ram and other parts, I have taken the liberty of setting up several of those technological 'Go-Pro' cameras. That should provide us with a lovely video when this is all over," Luna smirked. Cadence smiled, and climbed aboard the ship. "Alright! Auntie Luna, ready?" She yelled. Luna nodded, smirking. "Right! Auntie Tia, ready?" Cadence yelled once more. Celestia was muffled by the black gag in her mouth.

"Alright! Let's head out to sea!" Cadence yelled, as the ship splashed into the water.

As the ship docked, Cadence ran to the dock, Luna closely behind her. As Luna quickly gathered the Go-Pro cameras, Cadence approached her now dripping wet, highly embarrassed aunt. Her rainbow hair, which normally shimmered in a non-existent breeze, now hung limply in front of her face. The panties which she was forced to wear, which Cadence noted upon further inspection that on the back was written 'WIDE LOAD', had held on through the short journey.

Celestia was panting, shivering from her body being exposed to the cold waters. Cadence leaned toward her aunt. "What did I tell you, Auntie? Don't mess with me," She said. Celestia rolled her eyes at the remark, which Cadence met with a sharp twist of her nipple, making Celestia jump. Luna returned a moment later with the Go-Pros in hand, running toward the cottage. She returned a moment later with a professional camera, along with a tripod.

Luna set the camera on the tripod a short distance from the front of the ship. Fiddling with the camera, before a red light began beeping on the front, Luna ran forward to the ship. "To commemorate how hilarious this was! Group picture!" She yelled. Celestia's eyes grew wide, shaking her head to indicate that she would burn the camera and her sister if she could. Luna ran beside Cadence, a wide smile on her face.

Before the flash went off for the picture, Luna reached behind Cadence, yanking her bikini bottom up. Cadence, quick to react, reached over to pull Luna's top downward, exposing her left breast.

Celestia, well, was in no position to argue.

As the flash went off, the Royal Trio knew this would be one weekend they would never forget.

Weeks after their retreat to Lake Silver, three pieces of evidence remain from their trip, the only damning pieces of evidence that told tales of a perverted retreat.

First was three framed pictures, sitting atop the desks of Cadence, Celestia and Luna. The picture showed the exposed breast of Luna, the leader of the Crystal Empire being given a wedgie, and the sun monarch herself tied to the front of a frigate, her chest completely exposed.

Second, and the Royal Sisters are still arguing about this issue, is a viral video circulating the EquestrianNet. The video shows Celestia's journey as a figurehead, complete with bared ass and bouncing breasts in the lake waters. Luna swears that she never uploaded the video, but that did not stop a certain God of Chaos from doing so.

The third, though protected from the public eye, was the destroyed yellow bikini bottom of Celestia, hanging in the office of Cadence. The swimwear, measuring at two and a half feet when fully bared across a wall, stood as a testament that Celestia was as human as the rest of them. A crystal plaque hung below the destroyed swimwear.

Even a Sun Goddess Can Get Wedgies.

Cadence smiled every time she looked at it.