(Futa, Slight Futa on Male, excessive cum, very light male on male, very light sounding, threat of chestity.)

In the city of Canterlot, Redlight walks the streets, head hung low with hands in his pockets. His hoofsteps echo throughout the empty street, the reviews of his latest flick repeating in his head.

‘We’ve seen this before, just like the ‘plumber and his client’ scenario! When are we going to see something new?’

‘Never thought I’d say this, but this fur flick is so old hat it’s getting me soft!’

‘It is arousing, but I could easily find one of his older movies that’s just like this.’

“Damn it all.” he whispers to himself. It started happening a year ago; he released his 12th movie to rave reviews. At the Equestrian Adult Entertainment Awards, he won best group sex scene. But then… then he lost it. The next film he released was good, but not anywhere near his last one, and each film got worse and worse… and finally, he stopped trying. He hobbled something together to try and save his career. A storyline so simple no one could hate it.

Turns out simplicity isn't always the best.

‘This is embarrassing, and even worse, disappointing!’ he recalls hearing. It was the harshest review he had received over the film. ‘It's been done before and better! If this is all this once great director can make, he should just stick to single scene, twelve to twenty minute quick flicks. Not give us a reused smut story and call it grade-A erotica! Keep this crap on Smuthut where it belongs!’

The words still stung at him… and hearing the come from a good friend made it even worse. Their friendship almost ending, of course, when he called him about the review, drunk… very drunk... and loud.

“Why the hell did I do that?” Redlight asks himself. “I mean it's not like he was wrong. One of the biggest piles of crap I've ever made.”

He continues his walk, hoof steps still echoing across the near vacant street, face still wearing that look of melancholy, when he sees out of the corner of his eye, a poster. On the poster is a depiction of a grand ball, the princesses presiding over the crowd of party ponies, and underneath it, it reads ‘Come one, come all, to an open invitation Throne Room Party at the luxurious Canterlot Palace!’.

He stares at the picture for a moment, whistling at the well dressed princesses, and shrugs. “Ah, Fuck it. I’ve got nothing better to do.”

But, unbeknownst to Red at the time, he's going to have very much to do, very, very soon.

Earlier that day...

In the castle sitting on a mountainside high above Canterlot, long before Red took his walk, three princesses sat in their throne room silently, until one let out a deafening cry.

“I’m so booooored!” shouted princess Luna, slumping limply across her throne, her muscled, plump body straining against her royal gown.

“We’re all bored, sister.” Celestia said, leaning back in her chair. Her massive breasts compressed as the front of the gown pulled back into them. “The problem is there doesn’t seem to be anything we can do about it... any suggestions?"

“Not really… unless...” Twilight said pondered. “Do we ever have any other parties at the castle besides the Gala?”

Celestia pondered herself for a moment, her bosom squished around her arm as hand scratched chin. “No, I don’t think we do. Our schedule is usually busier than this.”

Luna's hand shot up, sending a wiggle through firm, gigantic teats. “What about those parties that we have with various ambassadors?”

“Luna, we've talked about this,” said a face-palming Celestia “a tea party is not an actual party.”

Luna smirked at her sister. “But it's called a tea ‘party’ tho…”

Celestia glared at her. “Luna, I'm really not in the mood. Don't do this to me right now!”

Luna's smirk turned to a grin. “Hi ‘really not in the mood’ I'm Luna!”

Celestia stood to bonk her sister in the head as said blue alicorn giggled madly. Thankfully, Twilight was able to place herself between the two.

“Alright, alright that's enough,” she chuckled. “Look, why don't we have a throne room party? Just us and whoever shows up, all having a good time?”

The two princesses looked at one another and exchanged nods. “Sounds good to us.” Said Celestia.

“Good, I’ll round up some of the fastest pegasi and have them spread some fliers around Ponyville, Canterlot, and wherever else I can think to send them.”

As Twilight rounded up pegasus, Luna and Celestia prepared, turning the throne room into a luxurious ballroom. By that night, it would be filled with ponies, dragons, gryphons, and whoever or whatever else decided to show up.

Red had been to the annual Grand Galloping Gala. Seen the golden and glass statues atop tables littered with expensive, high quality foods. This most certainly was not that. The windows of the throne room flash with constantly changing neon lights while windows vibrate in sync with a heavy electronic base. The same effect can be seen around the rest of the castle, windows all vibrating and flashing, painted by shadows of dancing party goers whose bodies all move and sway to the beat.

‘Guess the throne room wasn’t big enough, huh?’ he thinks to himself.

Redlight continues forward, only to be stopped by two guards for a quick body search. In the midst of his public groping, one of the guards recognizes the disgraced pornographer, grabbing his fellow guard by the shoulder to alert him of the red unicorn's identity.

The guards exchange several odd glances before standing, the black coated pegasus stallion looking down on the smaller red unicorn with an obvious hunger. "We regret to inform you that, upon identifying you, me and my friend here would like to bring you to a back room for a-"

"If you're gonna take me in the back to fuck me, just say it!" says Red. He came for a party, no over complication. The stallion snorts, reaching around to squeeze Red's reasonably perked rump.

Red wasn't a young stallion by any means, but he knew how to stay in shape. Time at the gym had given him a good body, with musculature just pronounced enough to be visible. Daily jogging, however, had given him quite the... 'baseball bottom' as it were.

The silver coated earth pony palms the other cheek, whispering to Red. "We both wasted good bits on that trash you called porn. Could have seen something better on DirtyCoat. So the way I see it, we could either tell everypony in there who you are, or you could help us make a better movie out back?"

Red sighs, not wanting to deal with a mixture of prudes disgusted by his presence and customers disappointed in his product. Plus he does want something to take his mind off of current events, and these studs are gorgeous. So, grabbing the dark one's codpiece to signal his affirmation, the two guards smile and lead him into the back room while two other guards take their place. Within less than a minute, Red is bent over with pants around his knees, the black pegasus's large, speckled cock plundering his tail hole while his silver friend drove deep into Red's throat.

"I heard you were a slut around big ones," huffs the silver coated stud "but I didn't know you'd be this good!"

His black coated friend is silent, but obviously into it as much as him. Pumping hard into Red's perky butt as it grips him like a vice, huffing as he saws into the smaller stallions practiced hole. He makes sure to be courteous though, reaching around to jerk Red's engorged cock.

After fifteen minutes of fucking and sucking, two synced neighs and a loud, gurgled whinny signal the three ponies finish. Red exits a few minutes later, two satisfied stallions exiting behind him, each giving his rear a complimentary swat. One of them muttering as they part ways. “Damn… he should make that his new refund policy."

When he finally makes it inside, his ears are immediately hit with a heavy techno track; a remixed tune from an old childhood movie. He walks further in, head bobbing to the beat, and soon he’s shuffling past pony after pony, some waving around glow sticks, others dancing like madponies with their strait jackets undone.

He makes his way up a flight of stairs, seeing some dragons, a few gryphons, and dozens of ponies before he finally gets to the throne room. On the throne, the three princesses sit elegantly, presiding over the events, answering questions at times, getting on the dance floor at others. It's always nice to see the princesses cut loose every now and then. They deserve to have some fun given the fact that their jobs usually involve the fate of the entire nation.

“Well color me pink and call me a pussy! Red old boy, how ya been!”

Red turns around to greet a tall, bulky, sky blue coated unicorn stallion with a red mane. His eyes are steely silver, and his curled into a pearly-white grin, all of this complemented by what Red knew was an old fashioned corset for a cutie mark.

“Vintage Burlesque! How are you doing you old son of a bitch?!” shouts Redlight. He engulfs Vintage in a tight hug, the buffer unicorn lifting him off the ground a little bit. Vintage was a famous fur flick director, much like Red, hailing from Trottingham in Braytain. His special talent, as showcased by his cutie mark, was making kinky porn with an overlay of class; the fine wine of BDSM if you will. If your film, drawing, or piece of fiction is more blatant smut than actual erotica, he'll tell you so.

“Oh you know,” Vin replies, “been in the dragon lands looking for new talent. Got this voluptuous little number called Rathia Irontail on speed dial for additions, what about you?”

“Did you see the reviews for my last film?”

“Ah yes, such a shame. If I may ask, what exactly happened during the whole... creative process?”

“You mean other than the whole creative process being shit?” Redlight asks him.

“By the Gods… it was that bad?”

“Well you see, I really wouldn't know that, considering I was drunk, hungover, or just plain uninterested during the whole ordeal.”

“What?!” asks Vintage, nearly dropping his drink. He leans in close to whisper, not wanting her majesty to hear. “What in Celestia's white carpet were you thinking?!”

“I wasn't thinking; I was panicked and thought my career was dying.” says Redlight, visibly sunken in on himself. “I figured if I released some good old fashioned smut, it might buy me some time until that creative spark came back.”

“Has it?”

“Tsk… have I released any films?”

“Ah… well, if you ever wanted to learn how to draw porn…”

Red furrows his brow at the old perv. “You draw now?”

“Oh yes! Whenever I'm not making another movie, I'm releasing another folio. Here,” Vintage pulls out his spellphone. “take a gander at my website.”

They look over Vintage’s art while the party jumps and moves around them. Meanwhile, two princesses begin to stir on their thrones.

“Tia?”

“Yes, Twi?” Celestia says.

“You having fun?”

“Yeah, but… “

“But?”

Celestia leans over to Twilight, “You remember us getting kinda close on the dance floor?”

Twilight looks Celestia up and down, visibly confused. “Yeeeaaaah?”

Celestia doesn't say anything, but smirks as she points down into her lap. Twilight follows her finger and freezes when her eyes land on a growing bulge. She looks up blushing, only to see a smiling Celestia.

Celestia runs a hand slowly up Twilight's arm, “My solar comet wants to play.”

“Still can't believe that's one of the things you call your penis.” chuckles Twilight, a flush already rising on her cheeks.

Celestia laughs, eyeing her student's ascended alicorn bust hungrily. “Right now it’s either that or my royal scepter… and the comet one's funnier.”

“Hehehe, stop it!” Twilight laughs, prat punching Celestia's arm. “You're gonna make me laugh!”

“Good,” says Celestia, bringing her face closer to Twilight’s to take in her scent. “Your laugh turns me on.”

As Twilight starts to giggle, Celestia presses her lips to the snickering lips, kissing the laughing mare full on, softly at first, and making sure to set up a perception field so no one sees. Her arms wrap around Twilight, stroking up and down her folded wings with light, featherweight touches. Twilight mirrors her actions almost automatically, finding those feathers she knew to be most sensitive. As giggles turn to moans, Twilight opens her mouth to welcome Celestia’s tongue, wrestling with it for control… and almost winning. When she feels her wings start to extend, she pushes herself away from Celestia, a thin ribbon of saliva keeping them connected for just a moment longer.

“Sorry Tia,” she says, taking out a cloth to dab at her sullied lipstick. “don't want to pop a wing boner in front of our subjects.”

Celestia smiles, the expression soft but with a lust lying just beneath the surface. “And what if I want you to?”

Twilight’s eye twitches, and it takes everything not to pounce Tia right then and there and strip her of her clothing. “Just… just tell me how you want to do this!”

“Well first,” says a smirking Celestia as her hand moves to gently fondle a lavender sweater pillow. “whip it out.”

Twilight’s face reddens and her eyes widen, the first few drops of wetness dampening her panties. “Um… don't know if that's a good idea.”

Celestia forces a small 'eep' from Twilight’s lips when she tweaks an erect nipple through the soft dress fabric. “Even if it means I'll give you a Teli?”

Twilight let's out a small gasp, shivering as she remembers the last time she felt Tia’s golden aura wrap around her. How it seemed to worm its way into every little wrinkle and bump of her enflamed flesh, leaving no part of her most hidden feature without pleasure. With little hesitation and a glow of her horn, a bulge appears in her skirt, almost as big as Celestia's.

The sun princess glares at it, small drops of drool dripping from her grin. “And I thought I was excited!”

“Hurry up!” says Twilight, her unleashed appendage starting to strain the fabric, the softness teasing the sensitive head.

“There's a tower that's right next to this building, with a good amount of windows and a great view of Canterlot. It's right there.” Celestia says, pointing out of a window at the tower in question.

Twilight smiles at Celestia, gently rubbing her nose against hers. “Any one of these party goers could see us.”

Celestia runs a hand across Twilight’s throbbing bulge, a pleased hum escaping the lavender alicorn's lips.“That's the point my little lovely.”

Twilight can't contain herself any longer… and neither can Celestia. Within seconds, a single teleport takes the two into the tower, tearing off clothes and passionately kissing one another. Their kiss is unrestrained, sloppy, their togues slurping at each other, licking around mouths and chins. Twilight loses count of how many times Celestia nibbles at her mouth and face. Both massive pairs of breasts press and push together, the larger white overtaking the perkier lavender, allowing the nipples to caress one another, almost as if the teats were kissing passionately. Sending sparks of pleasure along each mare’s chest and up their spines. Their wings are fully erect now, allowing their hands to explore every joint, curve and feather as horns produce tiny sparks, gently grinding into one another.

However, the two mares stop for a moment as pleasure blooms from their groins. The both look down a chuckle at the now fully hard marecocks frotting against one another, Twilight’s head-to-head with Tia’s mammoth, made visibly more giant on her slightly smaller frame.

“You wanna go first?” Twilight asks, resting her head against Tia’s.

“No, you can go. Besides,” Twilight’s cock lights up in a golden aura, making her gasp as a wave of soft, slithering pressure invades every spot on her usually hidden phallus. “I promised you something.”

Twilight’s eyes flutter, and she kisses her teacher again, trailing affectionate, hickie making, love bites lower and lower. Celestia watches her descent and groans as she feels Twilight’s lips wrap around the head her prize. At the same time, Twilight moans around Celestia’s meaty futahood as she feels that heavenly golden aura stroke her own twitching girth.

Meanwhile, a blue alicorn and one of her guards sits atop a nearby rooftop to, watching one Princess go down on the other. Armed with nothing but socks, lube, and the glow of their horns as they vehemently stroke each other.

“G-Gods, my princess! I never knew socks could be serve such a... ah… lewd purpose!”

“I know r_ ah shit_ r-right?! Hng! Grip me harder!”

Red continues to enjoy the party inside. Chatting with old friends. Meeting a few new faces. He even finds a griffon he had worked with named Veronica Redtail, or ‘Thundering Mountains’ in her films. But, despite all these pleasantries… he’s still sour.

He embarrassed two stars. Wasted their time and money on a two-bit project so lazily made it could almost pass as armature. He let down so many ponies. Hell, more than ponies. He’s a wash up now, and there’s almost nothing that could fix things. The only thing that could make him feel worse would be if-

“Well… this is awkward.” says somepony to his immediate right.

Rolling his eyes, he turns to see a face that he’d hoped to avoid for at least another two weeks. An earth stallion whose coat is red with patches of black, mane a sunset orange, and cutie mark that of a pony of undetermined gender in the throes of orgasm with a magnifying glass over them.

Critical Ecstasy. His harshest critic and, most likely, former best friend.

Before Critical can say anything, Redlight turns away, walking outside onto the nearby balcony. Critical follows him out with a sigh. Chances are, they were about to have words.

Red steps out onto the throne room balcony, opened for party goers to have easier access to fresh air. The door behind him opens again and hooves click against the title behind him. Critical leans up against the banister besides his defected friend, always on the verge of saying something, but never really being able to spit it out.

There they stand, quiet, minutes passing like hours. The muffled beat of the party barely breaking the awkward silence.

Finally, after an eternity of dead air, somepony talks.

“Look Red, I know the review sounded a little... harsh. But I know you! I know how much better you can-”

“You did your job.”

Critical looks up at Red. “Um… what?”

“Look, I’m not gonna guilt trip you about doing something you’re supposed to do. Plus I uh… re-watched the film… sweet Luna it was bad.

Critical has to be hearing things. Is… is Red actually…? “Wait, you agree with me that the movie is shit?!”

Red chuckles. “Um, yeah! The premise; a hot little pegasus number and her twin, femboi of a brother getting into ‘sticky’ situations at the Wonderbolt Academy? Total rip off of ‘Birds of Poon!’. Same premise, but a brother/sister team sent to learn about griffon culture instead of the Wonderbolt Academy.”

Crit snaps his fingers. “I knew you got that idea from somewhere!”

“Yeah, but the only three scenes I could seem to come up with were ‘one on one sex’, ‘gang bang’, and ‘occasional wincest’.”

“I actually thought those scenes were some of the best. The two actors who portrayed the brother and sister were excellent!”

Red scoffs, taking a breath and exhaling slow. “Two hunks’a gold in a river of shit.”

The two stallions laugh at the well timed wit, and Red pulls an Earl Grey teagarette and lights it with his horn. As he exhales the great-tasting smoke, watching it glow in the city lights with wonderful neon hues, he sees what this is… the end.

He pictures the headlines on all the porno news blogs in his mind. “Porn starlet burns out!” or “Big name star retires after massive Flop!” his career ending with a minuscule whimper as opposed to death by elaborate snu snu; his dream death.

He looks out onto Canterlot, her streets gleaming with a mixture of wagon lights and street lamps. “Well, it was a fun ride.”

A voice, braytish in accent calls from behind the two. “Who said the ride was over?”

Red and Critical turn around to greet Vintage trotting onto the balcony to join them, Critical pulling him into a tight hug, having not seen him in ages. He pulls a Peach teagarette from his coat pocket and lights with his horn, giving it a quick puff.

Red sighs, still staring out over the glowing city. “Thanks for the encouragement, but you don't shit your pants in the middle of a high school cafeteria and expect to be popular the next day.”

“But it wasn't even that bad! Surely you can think of something to gain your popularity back!”

Red laughs. “Like what? I can’t draw and I'm pretty sure nobody sane is gonna risk their career working with me.”

Critical starts to give his two cents… until something catches his eye. He sees it in a tower adjacent to the throne room; what appears to be two figures in its left side window. He narrows his eyes... are those princesses? One is standing, and one's on her… oh… OH!.

Critical steps back on shaking hooves, still watching the… event, while trying to rouse his friends attention. “Guys?”

“What about Jessy Lightningride? She loved working with you before!”

The one on her knees… her head is… oh lords. “Guys?!”

“Yes, before… when I made good fur flicks!”

She… how much is she even taking? “GUYS?!”

Both stallions shoot an annoyed glare over at Critical. “What?!”

Critical, hand shaking, points to the tower. “The fuck is that?”

They follow his finger with narrow eyes when they come across the two figures… and remain silent for a full minute when they find what he’s pointing to. Just to be sure they’re seeing correctly, Red casts a sort of magnifying glass spell; a telescope-like portal they can all look through… their eyes aren’t deceiving them.

In the window, lying very bare for anyone to see, are Princesses Twilight and Celestia… doing the nasty. Twilight is on her knees, gagging, choking, spitting up on Celestia’s enormous member. Rolling as much of her heavy balls as she can in with her fingers. Meanwhile, Twilight’s own mare-meat is wrapped in her teacher’s golden magical aura, gently massaging and stroking Twilight while her mouth and throat gurgle around stiff flesh. Celestia looks down at Twi from time to time, thrusting harder when she sees those fiery purple eyes. Twilight's giving her a glare that just drips, “Feed me”. To top things off, every time Celestia meets Twilight's choking slobs with her thrusts, her marvelous, jiggly ass quakes with the impact.

Critical tilts his head, slack-jawed and wide-eyed at the sight. “I… um… what?”

“Nope! Not real!” nervously laughs Vintage, shakily lighting another teagarette after dropping his last one. ”It's an illusion! Somepony’s pranking us!”

Red just stares on as the two argue, too transfixed on the two princesses’ hot, and just barely private rutting. “There… there are no words…”

“Bullshit!” Critical laughs. “You and Red would have been able to sense that, and it would have shown up funny on his magnifying spell.”

Vintage scratches his chin. “Then perhaps a mirage?“

Red watches their expressions; eyes flaming with passion for one another. The movements of their sweat covered bodies, how the collide over and over, heavy drops flinging off of them. How the matted fur of Celestia’s crotch and Twilight's muzzle cling to each other for every brief moment they make contact, leaving bits of fine hair in the other ponies coat.

Critical slaps his own forehead.“Yes; because a hallucinations are always perfectly detailed.”

“Well… we could be drunk right now.”

He could already imagine the smell of sweaty, unrestrained, passionate sex that must have taken over the room by now; absolutely divine.

Critical tilts his head at Vintage. “One, how much alcohol would you need? Two, your breath smells like you had maybe two or three fuzzy navels, and you’d have to have a shit ton of those to get anywhere..

“Oh don’t you dare talk shit about fuzzy navels! Sodding things are Discord's wet dreams in drink form!”

As the two continue to argue, Red steps in front of them and gazes upon the scene of absolute debauchery taking place before the group. Using his hands as a mock screen, he frames it all, adding music in his head and a backstory. But something is missing; a key ingredient that is needed to bring the whole thing together… and then he realizes.

He kept the princesses in.

That’s it; the proverbial cherry on top. On top of every other beautiful aspect of it, it was all so scandalous! In fact, ditch the music and the story. These two heavenly, ascended beings just casually fucking, lowering themselves to our level, giving into base desires... that would be more than enough. It would be flawless.

His two friends continue their pointless argument, but Red? Red thinks of all the possibilities. All the newfound recognition he would get overnight for pulling off such a big project!

All the reviews.

He gazes upon the two Princesses’ passion, a sex scene that you could only ever dream of, and finally finds a word to describe what he’s watching…

“... Perfect“

Celestia takes a whiff of the air around her, not wanting to waste any of that sweet musk they’ve produced. A mixture of perfumes they had worn for the party with the musky sweat of their matted, ever so slightly dripping fur. A salty sweet scent that enters your nostrils like a fine mist and then slithers up your nose and settles on her tongue.

She can barely keep her eyes off of Twilight, save throwing her head back from time to time. She always did love it when Twilight traced around her medial ring, getting it nice and wet. She pulls and ruffles Twilight’s hair as she stuffs herself on her cock, scratching behind her ears to send sparks of pleasure from her head down through her spine. Below them, Celestial can feel every vein and bump of Twilight’s glorious alicorn cock in her mind, nudging and rubbing every single part of it with that heavenly soft golden aura.

“Gods Twilight.” the porcelain white goddess huffs. “I swear… it was just yesterday that I was weakening your gag reflex.”

Twilight slides off her member with a wet pop, giving the head a quick suckle before letting go. “Lesson one; control is key.” Twilight strokes the spit soaked tool, twisting her hand around it as she pumps. “After all, nothing like feeling somepony make their throat ripple on your cock, right?”

“Mmmm, yes… “ she glares down at Twilight, eyes glinting with a predatory intent. “Speaking of which.”

Twilight feels Celestia's powerful hand grab the back of her head and instinctively opens wide. Celestia brings her down hard as she thrusts up, sending her entire musky length down Twilight’s throat, holding most of it there with only small, slow thrusts. Coating her oral passage with the tangy sweet taste of her lust warmed cock. She sighs a strained “Fuuuuuck!” biting her lip as she gazes back down into Twilight's eyes, her own narrowed and desperate for more. Tears trail down Twilight’s cheeks along with a mixture of spit, pre, and snot that drips out of her nostrils as her throat is stretched and ravaged. Celestia can feel the spittle from her students gag reflex coating her cock before it dribbles down her balls along with her marehoods juices.

Twilight herself isn't just gagging, but full on choking on Celestia’s mammoth member. Her vision is hazy, her senses dominated by the presence of Celestia's hungness, and her eyes roll back at the exquisite feeling of her mentor filling almost every inch of her throat. She does what she was taught, controlling how hard she chokes, how much she spits up, how her throat ripples around Celestia. All to please her teacher; to get that warm, creamy meal she so desperately craves.

Twi’s own cock twitches as large beads of pre rolls down the underside of her shaft, quickly lathered along her shaft in tune with Celestia's golden strokes. She can feel her steaming inner thighs and the back of her swollen balls drip with mare nectar, and it takes everything in her not to spill her load at Celestia’s hooves right then and there… but she endures. Besides; Celestia did get her into denial. Celestia groans, thrusting in and out of Twilight's maw like a cockmare possesed, making sure she has just slightly less than enough air to breath.

She pulls back to let her cock warmer suck in a few lungfuls before slamming back, hilting her and keeping her like that. “Good Gods mare! Am I that good of a mentor?”

Instead of stopping again, Twilight opts for telepathy. “I’m sorry, mommy. I'm just so hungry! And your cock taste so good!”

Celestia's snorts undignified, thrust hard into Twilight’s throat, forcing another ‘glurk’ from the used lavender royal. “Oh don't you start with that 'mommy' nonsense! You know that's a weakness!”

Twilight smiles around Celestia's cock, glaring up at her with red, watery eyes, “Hai, Sensei.”

“Oh you b-bitch!”

Celestia takes Twilight’s abuse for a time, holding herself back from the brink of orgasm as she feels her student's tongue get into every nook and cranny possible in order to please her Princess. Smirking defiantly, however, she remembers what her magic is doing to a certain purple alicorn’s love muscle. She enhances the stroking motion of the golden aura, amping it up to a faster pace, a rolling motion to the underside of her shaft, a gripping, pressured rotation around the head, and finally, a second aura cradling her taut sack. But the cherry on top is a bead of magic that pushes down into the entrance of Twilight’s urethra and buzzes, sending waves of vibrating pleasure down the inside of Twilight's shaft. Twilight’s closed eyes scrunch up and her sucking becomes erratic for a moment as she let's out a choking groan that pleasantly vibrates the other alicorn's shaft.

“Kimochi?” a devilishly grinning Celestia asks. Twilight doesn't bother looking up, but playfully flips Celestia the bird, and the bigger alicorn giggles in response.

“ Well maybe these are just extra strength.” says Vintage. He takes another sip from one of the fuzzy navels.

“Nah.” says Critical. “I can drink half a bottle of draconian ale and only get tipsy. This stuff is nothing to me.”

Vintage raises his brow at Critical. “Draconian ale? How the hell do ya do that?”

“You ever spent your entire career watching shitty porno flicks?”

Vintage shivers. “Point taken.”

Red isn't just staring at this point, but doing a review of his own, closely observing every single detail. “Twilight could get a lot of work with a head game that strong, and the ass on Celestia! Get those two in a scene together, and bam! Instant millions!”

“You'd rule the whole damn industry.” Red absently states.

Both ponies stare at him. “What?”

“You'd rule the whole Equestrian porn industry if you could get those two in a film together!” Red doesn’t look away from the two dickmares, drooling a little at their romp.

Vintage almost drops his drink, while Critical does a spit take.

“Are you mad?!” Vintage asks, visibly confused. “Do you have any idea how much of a political shitstorm that would be?!”

“He's right.” Critical adds, still coughing. “You'd have every pony of authority calling for the princesses to leave the throne… and your execution!.”

Red sighs, bringing his attention back to the scene behind them “I know, I know! But just think of it; you'd be the first director to get actual princesses; the first to have access to the royal Chambers as a shooting area; hell, you'd be the first to get alicorn stars!”

Vintage grins. “Wouldn't that make them aliporn stars?” Both Red and Critical glare at him, and his grin fades “... I'm sorry.”

“Look,” says Crit. “even if you were to just… ask them, you really think they wouldn't throw your ass out of the castle and ban you from it for life for asking some shit like that?”

“I agree!” Blurts out Vintage. “It would be like putting your career and popularity on its knees and shooting it in the back of the head.”

“Alright! I get it!” groans Red. “It's just a hypothetical guys. I mean damn I'm not just going to walk up to a princess and ask her-”

“Ask me what?”

All three a stallions freeze, Critical’s fuzzy navel falling to the floor to join Vin’s as his grip all but disappears. Redlight looks to both of them, each nodding to confirm his fears.

All three of them heard the same voice in their heads… the voice of Princess Celestia.

“Hey Twi?” asks the thrusting princess as her student downs her mareness. Twilight didn't answer verbally, but looked up at Celestia once more with lidded, lust drunk eyes, as if to say “ Yeeees?”.

Celestia grins down at her, petting across her bangs as she admires the oral skills she oh-so-admired in her little protege. “There's three stallions on a nearby balcony, and we’ve been… entertaining them for quite some time now.”

Twilight sucks hard for a moment, gasping around Celestia's meat with wide eyes, and damn does it feel good. She tries to act panicked, and worried for a moment, really she does... but the way her own member twitched in Celestia's magic grasp betray her almost immediately.

Celestia licks her lips, and thrusts in her throat, forcing a half-groan-half-gag type of sound from Twilight’s thoroughly reshaped throat. “Thought you'd like the sound of that. I already have a telepathic link with them… wanna put on a show?”

Twilight nods enthusiastically, resuming her dedicated blowjob in the process.

“Splendid!” Growls Celestia. “Now, let's change things up a bit… “

The voice is soft but… playful. Like an experienced cougar cornering a young virgin at her favorite bar.

In other words, not the voice you should ever her coming from a princess's mouth… or mind, in this case. “Ask me what, my loyal, peeping subject?”

Redlight didn't know what to do, frightened even more from the fact that Celestia had one of the most sultry ‘I’m gonna fuck you’ voices he’d ever heard. He’s already committed an act of voyeurism, but if he actually asks the Princess of the Sun herself to do porn, plus have her discover the erection she gave him, he could end up on the moon… and probably with his dick in a cage. He looks to Critical and Vintage with a look that screams ‘HELP ME!’.

“Um_ uh_ w-we were just wondering why two princesses were ah…” Critical stammers.

“Were having relations in front of an open window!” Vintage panics.

“Yeah!” Red adds. “We were just, uh, surprised to see two dignified beings such as yourselves-”

“And you didn't avert your eyes when you realized what we were doing... why?” Celestia asks in the best tyrannical tone she can muster. She always did like playing with her food… in more ways than one.

Vintage and Critical try to answer, but fail to come up with anything believable. When all hope seems lost, and a one way ticket to the moon seems inevitable, Red blurts out “We found your expression of eroticism so beautiful that we couldn't look away!”

Vintage and Critical stare at him with narrowed eyes, Critical mouthing “You corny bastard.”

“Hmmm… how sweet.” they hear Celestia say, and each of them breaths a sigh of relief. “Well since you're all so interested in what we're doing… would you like a closer look?”

Everything goes quiet, even the part behind them seeming muffled by the sheer weight of what was just said. ”... wat?”

Before they even realize it, they are each engulfed . There is darkness for a half a second, and then their vision begins to return. They are greeted with an orange haze that slowly focuses, turning eventually into a well lit room… specifically, it’s ceiling. It takes them a moment to recognize the room, but when they do… they look down.

“Hello gentlestalions!” says Celestia, verbally instead of telepathically now. “I do hope you're enjoying the view.” They look down past the busty princess to see the also busty Princess Twilight looking up at them, smiling around the thick cock in her mouth. She’s slightly altered her position from what they saw from the balcony; now she's sitting back slightly, allowing anyone standing (or in this case floating) over her to see her face, while instead of just a blowjob, Celestia's ivory trumpet is now sliding in between Twilight’s big, sit straining, soft looking tits, with whatever pony meat that escapes them getting sucked into Twilight’s hungry maw.

All three stallions remain silent, unable to think of anything else except the two demigodessess doing the nasty right below them.

Celestia was balls deep in a warm mixture of Twilight’s breasts and mouth, moaning and gasping as Twilight worked the rest of her shaft, using all of the skills Celestia taught her to bring her teacher closer to that inevitable, sloppy climax. Twilight isn't just targeting Celestia’s knob though. One hand cradles as much of the hefty balls as they can, while three fingers on the other dig into Celestia's flower.

“Hehe, please don't mind Twilight’s sloppiness.” says Celestia. “She always has been greedy for teacher.”

They are left to gaze in silent wonder at the scene before them; giant white teardrops bouncing wildly as the Princess of Magic happily slurps along a thick, turgid length of slightly veiny pony flesh. Twilight takes the massive cock out of her mouth and licks up and down the sides as it passes, tongue wrapping around its length from underneath and circling the head. A constant wet clapping can be heard with each thrust, massive balls slap against Twilight’s underbust.

“They sound enormous! Listen to that impact!” Vintage cries, holding out his hands to cradle the air suggestively.

“Well I do have yet to meet a pony who can hold all of them in their hands.” Celestia replies, smirk on her face. Her voice makes all three of them quiver. Red figures that, due to the Amazonian height and frame of the princess, normal balls for her body would have the be the size of just slightly above grapefruits… so what would count as big balls to her?

Vintage can’t take much more, and tries to reach into his pants for a little fun of his own.

That is, until the very magic holding him in the air snatches the straying hand away.

“From one peeping tom to another,” Says Celestia… wait, did she just- “when you get caught, you lose your right to do that.” She looks up at him, a motherly yet domineering look twinkling in her eyes. “Now, are you going to be a good boy… or do I have to cage you?”

Vintage gulps, unable to keep his eyes from drifting to the bountiful cleavage below Celestia’s face. “Hmmm… that doesn’t sound too bad…”

Twilight takes her mouth away from it’s sloppy work for just a moment. “Oooooh I like him!”

Celestia laughs, patting her head. “As do I, my little shaft gobbler.”

She goes back to work, wetting Celestia just a bit more. “So slurp you all schlurp enjoying the sluurrrchp show?” asks Twilight in between sucks.

All three of them, still in a state of awe and intense arousal, answer together. “Absolutely!”

Twilight bounces her breasts together, smooshing them every time Celestia jolts her mighty spear in between them. “Good because… oh yes, just like that! Gods it feels so good in between them_ you're gonna love this ending!”

Tia looks down at Twilight. “You're close, then?”

“Yeah!” says Twilight, spitting down in between her girls, the sound of soaked fur on fur getting wetter. “Feels like you are too! Mmmm, such a nice throb.”

Celestia tries to say something, but moans again as Twilight takes the head into her mouth, gently tonging the entrance at the tip, straining to keep her balls from exploding then and there. “V-very well… mmmmoh Gods you’re so good! Where do you want it?”

Twilight stops her adamant licking and suckling, smiling at her teacher as she nuzzles the pulsating head of her cock. “Maybe I don’t want it anywhere!” she growls. “Maybe I want you to hold it! Until your balls ache… till your cock-GAHUUGH!”

Every other word catches in her throat as the aura surrounding her cock tightens to a near painful degree, Celestia’s fiery gaze stripping her of her playful defiance.

With a lust laced laugh at her teacher’s eagerness, Twilight releases her head and stands up slowly, licking along her stomach and breasts as she does, kissing her mentor to share the tangy, salty/sweet taste of cock she's been plastering her tongue with. Celestia, realizing exactly what’s rubbing against her cock, starts to stroke and rub Twilight’s shaft with her hands as well as her tantalizing teli. Twilight follows suit, both princesses separating so they can push each other over the edge with a combination of vigorous frottage, hand/magic chicken choking, and a bit of the old dirty talk.

“You wanna cum on my breasts, don't you?” Celestia asks, her voice a sensuous whisper that sends sharp twinges of bliss up her student’s spine. As she does, the already massive sets of privates grow, swelling upwards into one another's cleavage.

Twilight’s eyes are half lidded, constantly threatening to roll back into her head as she struggles to keep her head up. “Yes… you cum on mine… oh gawds!”

“You wanna feel our loads splashing into each other? Covering each other?”

“Yes! Oh please yes!”

“Well my student,” Celestia says, aura fondling Twilight’s heated, heavy balls “how about you show off that big beautiful brain of yours… tell us about all the steps leading to a penile ejaculation?” Twilight smiles with glee; Celestia knows how she likes to go over the mechanics of sex during the act. And with an audience? Perfect!

“First,” Twilight moans, back arching “is the erection! A signal is sent down from the brain to your _ play with the head a bit_ your penis, causing arteries to expand to allow blood to race in at fifty times its normal speed! Veins in the penis close to make sure it stays erect, the scrotum pulls toward the body, muscles throughout the body increase in tension… you can finger the hole a bit.”

“Good, Twilight. Very good.” Celestia says, sticking a finger into the entrance of Twilight’s quivering cumslit. “What's next?”

“P-Plateau!” Twilight blurts out. “It can last from thirty seconds to two minutes!”

Celestia grips her shaft tightly while rubbing her own shaft and scrotum against her’s. Twilight shivering in her grip. “Let's hope you last long enough…”

“Hng!” Twilight has to struggle not to blow her load, unable to talk in full sentences. “Muscle tension increases even more… haan_ nng_ pelvic movements become_ hoooh_ involuntary and take over... heart rate increases to between 150 and 175 beats per minute! Uuugh_ p-play with the balls!”

“You're so needy today… I like it.” Celestia sends one hand down to fondle them while the other one works on her shaft along with her pressed together tits. “Next phase, my little fountain.”

“Orgasm h-has two phases; emission and ejaculation. Ahn! Emission, semen gets deposited at the top of the urethra.” No sooner than she speaks, globs of pre leak from the tip. She’s right on the verge… right where Celestia wants her.

“And then?” Celestia asks, gripping Twilight’s balls tightly.

“Ejactulation… occurs in rapid-fire contractions… of the… I'm cumming!”

Twilight’s orgasm finally arrives; thick, heavy spurts erupting from her shaft a splashing against Celestia's white fur. The massive, hand overflowing breasts are quickly coated with Twilight’s seed, and a few of the more powerful spurts find their way onto Celestia's face and into her mouth. The sensation of Twilight’s semen covering her, and the wetness of Twilight’s ejaculating penis rubbing against her own, finally sets Celestia off.

“Very good Twilight… now it's teacher’s turn.”

Celestia's eyes roll back, cock pulsating as the first shot hits Twilight directly in the face, plastering her from chin to forehead. Her cock pulses gently as she squirts; graceful, but voluminous. Twilight opens her mouth, letting the next few spurts land on her tongue and rolling it about in her mouth. Red and his friends watch in amazement as each Princess gets covered in the other's spunk, matting their fur with it a globs start to start to drip downward, hanging of of their chins, breasts, and arms in thick strands, making their wings stick and matt together. Even the ethereal hair of Princess Celestia is getting violated, her usually flowing mane weight down by the clinging seed of Twilight’s heavy ejaculations… not that Twilight’s own hair isn’t getting liberally plastered by Celestia's torrent.

“She has better aim than Twilight.” Critical observes.

“Yes.” says Vintage, rubbing his chin. “But Twilight seems to have more volume.”

Red chimes in. “Vin has a point. Just look at Celestia's mane.”

Eventually, their orgasms die down, the two princesses falling over onto the floor, still holding their cum drenched bodies together.

“Final phase?” Celestia asks.

Twilight gives her a warm smile and a creamy nuzzle. “Resolution and Refraction; relaxation of muscles, feeling of drowsiness, and a refractory period.”

“Mmmm… That's my girl.”

They kiss one more time, sharing each other's spent loads as they do… or at least what stays in their mouths. When they finally separate, thick ropes still connecting them, they look up towards their ethereal guests with eyes smoldering. The sexiest looks any of the three have ever seen.

“Hope you enjoyed.” chirps Twilight.

Celestia's horn starts to glow, the look in her eyes a fine line between pleasant regalness… and insatiable hunger. “Be seeing you all very soon.” With their goodbyes, Celestia's horn flashes and the three stallions find themselves back on that balcony.

Celestia turns to Twilight, Grabbing her liberally frosted breasts. “Now, where do we go from here?”

Twilight smirks devilishly, reaching down to grab the taller mare’s thick thigh. “How about… up your ‘dirt road’?”

“Ooooooh! Kinky!”

The two start to go at it again, Twilight bending Celestia over and applying some natural saliva based lubricant to her rearmost entrance. But on that same nearby rooftop with the blue alicorn and her guard, the two have… changed things up a bit. The muscular guard watches the two princesses play with one another, bent over, as a sock manipulated by a blue glow sliding up and down his member. But as he’s watching, he grunts and gasps and shivers his previously untouched anal walls are stretched, the intruder large and thick, stiff and warm.

The guard faces the ground, eyes shut tightly as his passage trembles, only further massaging his Princess. “C-Careful my princess, it's my first time! AH!”

“If we do not provide thee with some roughness, yee will never be properly adapted to being taken analy!” says Luna, thrusting into him hard and feeling his whole body quake as he mews in a mix of pain and pleasure. When she’s good and hilted, she leans over, placing her fist on either side of his subdued body, her Twins pressed into the back of his scalp. He had already trained to take her with toys, and she had teased him to the point of madness in his dreams, so pounding away his virginity was going to be a sintch. But, right before her hips began to pile drive away at him, she looks down at the smaller stallion, and growls.

“Now hush thy lips, and take our divine rod like a true stallion!”

Luna loves many things. Two of which are watching her sister in the act (and joining in at times) and the other was breaking virginal stallion rears.

If the pleasured howls spilling forth from both the tower and the rooftop are any indication, she’s having quite the night.

The three stallions just stood there, unable to really say anything for a good long while. There were so many questions shooting through their heads; Did that just actually happen? If so why were the Princesses so… into it? Have they always been massive perverts or is this something relatively new they're trying out? Were Luna or Cadence like this? Were they worse?!

All of these questions, however, didn't really matter to any of them at the moment. What did were two things; one was the official, mandatory royal summons that Redlight now held in his hands. Along the bottom of it, written in cursive, was a message; “So you can tell me what you actually wanted to ask me about ;). XOXO- Tia.”

The second thing… how tight their pants are.

“Bathroom?” asks Redlight.

“Yes!”

“Yup!”

After a good ten minutes of holding up three bathroom stalls, the three of leave satisfied. Of course, their relaxation fades when they remember the royal meeting they have scheduled. Critical is the most vocal about his dislike for their predicament.

“What the hell are we going to do?!” he shouts, pacing while fingers pull his mane. “I mean, we better come up with a good lie or something, or else we're fucked!”

“The only way they'd be fooled is if we were changelings.” Vin adds, looking out over the city with a vacant, gloomy stare. “Even then, it took Chrysalis months of preparation.”

“Well then… I… oh shi-… what the hell are we gonna do?!”

“Will both of you just stop?!” Red screams at both of them. Both stallions fall silent, panic and dread running through their veins like a venom.

“Look, we’ll come up with something when we actually sit with them. For now, let's head home and get some rest. And hey; if we don't get locked in a dungeon tomorrow, drinks are on me.”

The three exchange goodbyes and head home. Red puts in some earbuds and turn on some soft music to ease his mind. As he slumps back in his seat on the taxi ride back to his place, he thinks to himself ‘At least it can't get any worse.’

He was wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

As soon as he had woken up this morning, he noticed a notification on his spellphone; two new emails.. He had hoped that they would be from other producers or actors willing to work with him, but was surprised to find that the first one was from the two pegasi he had star in his latest films. And of course… they were asking about money.

Red had paid them what was, essentially, an entry fee. The rest would come later after it's been taken out of the profit gained from the film. But since the film bombed, a whole new set of problems presented themselves. He has two angry pegasi asking where their money was, and the second email made everything that much more shit. It was from the company that helped him produce his latest failure: The Pink Saddle.

Their specialty, as advertised on numerous adult websites, was everything feminine and submissive; from women, to girly femcults, to T-mares, and dickmares, futaneighries. As long as they would take varying amounts of dick, or dawn some leathers and a whip and give a sissy the business, or have a ball gag shoved in their mouths and get ridden by some muscular chick with a corset and a studded paddle, you could find them at The Pink Saddle. He had hoped that by some grave streak of luck that they would have another project for him. But no... they wanted their money too.

Both groups gave him two months to come up with the money, or else they'd go public about him ‘stealing their services’ or some shit like that. This would essentially blacklist him, make it so that no other high quality erotic film starlets would work with him ever again.

But finally, to really make this the shittiest possible day, he was currently sitting in a dining area of Canterlot Castle. Soon, he would try and lie to two goddesses in the hope that they would believe him and drop this whole issue… but he knew they wouldn't. He knew exactly how this would end.

“I think I know what to tell them!” says Crit with a snap of his fingers.

Oh yeah, he dragged his friends into this, too. Swell.

“So you want to go first then?” Vin asks.

“Yeah. Just play along and we might get through this. You on board Red?”

Their voices may as well have been a butterfly in a thunderstorm. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Alright, so here's the plan; we-”

“All rise for their Royal Highnesses!” shouts a guard from the other end of the room.

Red and his friend scramble to their feet to show respect to their matriarchs as they step through the, the guard saluting them both. Surprisingly, Twilight’s not present for these proceedings; instead, Luna accompanies her sister to the table. As they walk, the three stallions are left speechless by the sight of them.

Celestia is like a fertility goddess of sorts; soft and round in all of the right places, with huge fleshy breasts that scream to be fondled and threaten, from their shape and size, to swallow your hand into an embrace of flesh. Her lower body is just as good if not better than her upper body, with long, thick legs that end in soft, sturdy hooves, and of course, she sports massive childbearing hips and an ass that resembles two giant, rounded, somewhat firm marshmallows. She doesn't look weak though, her amazonian stature letting onlookers know just how much muscle must be packed underneath that squishy outer layer.

Her sister, on the other hand, is much easier to gauge the strength of. While similar to her sister in terms of curvature, she is much more well defined in terms of muscle. While her breasts are smaller that her sister’s, hips, her hips and bottom are almost bigger… which is saying something. Instead of an outer layer of chud, her body’s muscles are surround by a thin layer of jiggle and her muscles look soft and malleable, but every powerful step reveals the power hiding under the deceptive, curvy body. In short; if you had to fight one, might not wanna pick Luna.

Red’s train of thought on the two princesses’ body types is cut off when they finally take a seat in front of them. Two servants pour them cups of tea, then depart with the guards so the room is left completely to the princesses and their fidgeting guests.

Celestia takes her first sip, and addresses them with a soft smile. “Now… what did you want to ask me?”

Critical, as planned, pipes up first. “First of all, I would like to tell you how sorry we are that we intruded on you and Princess Twilight last night!”

Celestia scoffs, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh no! No apology needed. It was rather fun having an audience for Twi and myself!”

“By the Gods sister.” Luna sighs, rubbing her forehead. “I understand letting the guards watch every once in awhile, but subjects?”

“What? It's all in good fun. Besides,” Celestia looks at the, a knowing, almost victorious smirk “nopony would believe them if they said anything.”

“In any case,” Critical continues. “we just wanted to apologize for intruding.”

“Fair enough.” says Luna. Her facial expression remains.... still. Not emotionless but... emotionally vague. “Now about what you wanted to ask my sister.”

“Yes Crit.” Vintage adds. “Let's get this out already.”

‘They're not gonna buy whatever you're selling.’ Red thinks to himself. He knows the look on their faces… they smelt minotaur shit they moment they sat down.

“To put it in short terms; me and my friends, Red and Vin, would like to know whether or not you've ever considered modeling!”

Red and Celestia roll their eyes, they same thought shared between them. ‘Fucking seriously?'
“Really?” asks Luna.

Critical scratches the back of his head, “Well, yeah! I mean, you look just absolutely divine, no pun intended, and I'm sure you'd have no shortage of job offers. Plus-”

“Stop.” says Luna. Critical's mouth snaps shut.

“You see, I would believe that,” Luna says, taking another sip of tea. In all Red’s years, he had never seen somepony make drinking tea look so… intimidating. “If I hadn’t done background checks on all of you last night.”

Red chuckles to himself, while Vintage and Critical go stiff as boards.

“Well um… despite our uh, ‘credentials’,” Vintage stammers. “we thought that maybe you could-”

Celestia interrupts him. “And despite your credentials, you could've asked me this last night. I was already letting you into my bedchambers. Why would I be offended by modeling?”

“Um… Well, you see… “ Vintage tries to say.

Luna cuts him off again, audibly irritated. “Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to waste the valuable time that we've decided to spend on you by telling us blatant lies?”

“I agree with my sister. I, however, find it doubly offensive that you would think me and my co-rulers so easily offended that we couldn't even handle the concept of modeling.”

Crit chimes back in, attempting to save the conversation. “No, no, no your majesties! That's… um… Not what we're trying to say!”

“Then stop wasting our time.” Luna says slowly, her eyes almost glowing. “and tell the tru-”

“I wanted to ask you if you'd like to be in an erotic film.”

Vintage chokes on a swig of tea as Critical freezes up completely, cheeks turning pink as he stares at Redlight in awe. Redlight himself just lights another Earl Gray and takes a puff.

Luna dips her head and raises an eyebrow, staring right at the red pony. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” Red chuckles. “after a bit of thought I just said ‘ah fuck it’.”

“Why?” Celestia asks, leaning back in her chair.

“Well I'm gonna be broke in a minute thanks to how bad my last film bombed. Plus I'm gonna get blacklisted in a couple mo-”

“No, no. Why did you want to ask us that?” Celestia corrects herself.

“Oh… well… look, I’ve seen a lot of people fuck in my day. Hell, I’ve seen a lot of people make filthy, nasty love to each other. Porn star couples, y’know? But what you and Twilight did last night? Pardon my Prench your highnesses, but…” He leans in, pointing the teagarette at Celestia. “That. Was. Fuckin’. Beautiful!“

Celestia and Luna are speechless; this pony has just asked two of the ruling Princesses of Equestria if they wanted to star in pornograghy. He also managed to give a somewhat sound reason for it other than ‘because you have great tits’.

Red continues. “The movements, the orgasms, the dirty talk! Not to mention creative dialogue like having Twilight talk about the process of orgasms! Now that’s creativity if I’ve ever seen it!”

Luna shoots big sister a playful smirk. “You still make her do that?”

“What can I say?” Celestia replies, returning the look. “It's hot to me.”

“But the best part is, not only are you princesses, but you're not actors. Every moan, thrust, slap, tickle, nibble, bite; it's all real, legitimate affection. And that usually makes for some of the absolute best erotic films.”

Celestia and Luna just stare at him for a moment, their faces not expressing rage or offense, but more so, surprise. Celestia shakes herself out of the daze, and asks. “Do you mind if me and my sister converse telepathically.”

Vintage and Critical are paralyzed with fear at this point, getting ready for their long trip to the moon. Red nods to the princesses, watching as they close their eyes, horns glowing.

“We're so banished.” says Critical.

“Oh most definitely.” Vintage agrees.

Redlight takes another puff of his teagarette, patting them both on the shoulders. “Look on the bright side boys. They could always send us to a dungeon instead of the moon.”

Meanwhile, in the shared mindscape of two princesses.

'Are you sure about this Tia?'

‘Well it won't be the first time we've done it. Plus, it could be a lot of fun.’

‘But the last time we did such a thing was so long ago. Times are different.’

‘They're not that different. Do you know how many people the pink one has bedded over in Ponyville?’

‘Too many to count, if her dreams are anything to go by.’

‘Exactly. If they can handle the Element of Laughter using her body to make people happy, they should hand us just fine.’

‘What about how people react to us? Have you considered that?’

‘Have you considered the fact that neither of us would probably even care?’

‘Ugh… fine Tia.'

‘Great! Now all we need is a name… '

The two sisters awake from their trance, finding Red and his friends still sitting there, waiting for their judgment.

“Look,” says Red. “me and my friends don't wanna sit here for twenty-four hours, so if you're gonna banish-”

“E.E.D: Erotic Endeavors Development... LLC” says Luna.

Red tilts his head. “What?”

Celestia grins at him and his friends. “That's the name of the show we’re making.”

Author's Note

One, comments are highly appreciated.

Two, if any body has a chart of breast sizes, penis sizes, hip sizes, and pointers on how to describe those, I would also really Appreciate that as well.

Three, the information on the process of orgasms is from .

Yeah, bet you didn't expect Citation in a clop fic huh? We're gettin' scholarly up in this bitch! *puts on monocle and top hat*