Plunder

Princess Luna hovered above the wild terrain and peered down at the rocky crag below her, its flanks shrouded in gnarled trees and dense shrubs. The wispy echoes of her sister's dreams had led her to this lonely place, and she was sure Celestia must be somewhere in the area.

It had been a week since both the Princess of the Sun and her prized student had disappeared from Canterlot without explanation. Luna had chosen to keep the matter quiet—the city was still recovering from the changeling invasion a month prior, and the ponies scarcely needed fresh cause to panic. Her own worries were slightly mollified by the knowledge that wherever she was, Celestia was still raising and lowering the sun on schedule. And of course, the traces of Celestia's dreams Luna had sought out.

Celestia was not being burdened with the nightmares a pony in danger would have. To the contrary, they were embarrassing, frilly pink dreams. When Luna had tried to enter one directly, she had found her presence made no impression on the dreamer. Celestia had ignored her, instead fussing at the frippery of her dress—a wedding dress, Luna noted with incredulity—before turning to face the dream's groom, Twilight Sparkle, who was dressed in a rather stylish tuxedo. In the dream, Luna noted Twilight was particularly tall and broad of shoulder. Moreover, she sported a beard just like Starswirl's, the sight of which left Luna with a distinctly lowered opinion of her sister's tastes.

So whatever had happened, it did not seem Celestia was feeling an imminent threat to her life.

Had Celestia and Twilight eloped?

No, even then Celestia would not have left without telling Luna, at the very least. And Luna was troubled that she had been unable to make contact in Celestia's dream. Something was wrong, but the nature of the situation was unclear.

And so, Luna had quietly sent the Wonderbolts by day, and her batponies by night, to search the land for signs of her sister and Twilight. And, because she herself found she could not stand to sit idly in Canterlot, she had turned the everyday duties of rule over to Celestia's staff and Princess Cadance. When ponies asked about the matter, Cadance had come up with the explanation that Celestia wanted her to have more experience in rulership, and was quietly sitting behind the scenes observing how she handled herself.

This freed Luna to search in her own way. The geography of the dream realms did not map onto the geography of the waking world in any meaningful way. Yet even so, Luna struggled to find Celestia's location, seeking traces of her dreams across the physical world like a bloodhound tracking a fading scent.

And it had led her here, to this lonely tor set in the rugged wilderness on the border of Equestria.

She dropped to the ground, brushing through the trees. The leaves were tinged with gold in the afternoon light. She closed her eyes and cast about for some hint of Celestia's dreams, but there was nothing. Her sister was likely awake at this hour. As certain as Luna was that she had fixed upon the right place, she had not caught a trace of her sister's dreams since the previous evening.

Down here the forest closed her in, the shadows of the trees crowding about her. The ground was a soft carpet of rotting leaves that settled atop the scattered branches of fallen boughs. They snapped beneath her hooves like brittle bones. She made her way through the gloom tentatively, wondering which way to go.

Before long, chance or instinct brought her to a faint trail. She followed it as it wound along a tiny streamlet. Though the forest had an oppressive atmosphere, the water smelled clean. She drank deeply, surprised to realize how thirsty she had become.

To be sensible, she should return to Canterlot and bring a detachment of her batponies to search the area. But having come this far, she was reluctant to leave without something beyond the fuzzy certainty that this was the right place.

Restored by her drink, she followed the trail further, until it suddenly opened out into a clearing at the foot of the stony ridge she had first spotted. She stood at the edge of the clearing, carefully checking for any other creatures. The ferns licked at her legs, caught by a vagrant breeze.

Her gaze traced the course of the streamlet as it crossed the clearing and disappeared into a rent in the rocky crag across the way from her. Cautiously she approached.

The water chuckled and whispered as it made its way into the cave. She peered in. It was a large enough passage for her to enter—if she dared. Was it possible Celestia was somewhere inside?

She made up her mind to explore then. Within a few steps darkness wrapped around her, and soon the sounds of the forest outside were swallowed up in the muffling walls of stone. The water slid coolly around her hooves, and she stepped carefully lest she slip on the wet rock.

She made to illuminate the cave with her horn, but she noticed a faint glow that rose from patches of moss on the walls and ceiling. As she ventured deeper, the moss became more frequent, and the light it provided grew stronger.

And then the watercourse cut its way into a passage to the right, far too small for her to follow, while the main tunnel twisted left.

Here the mosses were luxuriantly thick across the upper parts of the passageway, bathing the rock in a soft yellow light. They seemed to counter the musty scent of deep rock as well, bringing a mild but unexpectedly pleasant scent to the air. Luna followed along, growing increasingly determined to see if this all led somewhere. A few times the way widened out into larger caverns, and at one point it split, leaving Luna to choose the path that seemed to lead upward. A few times the path narrowed so closely that Luna fancied the rock clutching at her flanks as she moved. She feared reaching a dead end, and lacking the space to turn around, having to back her way through these twists and turns. The silence of deep underground muffled her steps, interrupted only by the occasional sound of a waterdrop from somewhere unseen.

But soon the narrow passages were behind her. Ahead the passage opened into a low-roofed chamber. Its floor seemed almost a carefully tended garden of fungi, from low violet spheres to tall stalked mushrooms of a bright orange hue. Strangely enough, the only thing the chamber lacked was the ubiquitous glowing moss.

This was hardly a problem, however, for one entire wall of the chamber was absent, opening to overlook a much larger cavern that was bright with the glowing mosses. The light spilled in to the chamber, providing a soft illumination of the myriad fungi.

For a moment, Luna admired the various colorful species, but a soft sound from somewhere within the larger cavern caught her attention. She pricked her ears toward it and made her way to the overlook. It almost sounded like a soft moan...?

Luna stood at the edge of the dropoff and looked down into the cavern. The walls were densely covered in the glowing moss, and the floor gently rolled with soft beds of another variety, evidently intended for comfort.

And there, amid it all, lay Celestia, splayed upon her back, her hind legs lewdly spread. Twilight Sparkle lay in her embrace, back to Celestia's belly, legs similarly spread. From where she stood, Luna could see everything. The wet pink shaft of Celestia's cock thrust into the glistening purple lips of Twilight's pussy. Their groins were matted with juices, and Twilight's tail lay like a waterfall down Celestia's thigh. Celestia's pussy was dripping steadily down across the pucker of her anus, and the dock of her tail was lathered with the wetness. Her hips moved in a slow rhythm, but there were quivers deep in her muscles that made the nearness of her orgasm plain. Twilight gave another moan. Her tongue hung from her mouth drunkenly, and she pressed her head into Celestia's chest, while her forelegs wrapped around Celestia's own as the larger mare steadied her in place. Celestia's own face was slick with a sheen of perspiration, and her eyes were tightly closed as she focused on the raw pleasure she was feeling.

Twilight stretched out one hind leg, reaching, quivering. She rolled her hips, trying to bring Celestia even deeper into her.

They were fucking. She'd found them. They were fucking. That explained Celestia's frilly pink dreams. They were fucking.

Eyes transfixed at the sight, Luna stared in shock.

Celestia gave a long, low groan and clutched Twilight to her. She flexed her haunches, and her balls bounced with each thrust. Twilight panted, and cooed soft little cries of delight.

Luna felt herself flush in embarrassment to be witnessing such a sight. And yet she also felt a deep, shameful throb of arousal.

Celestia buried her nose in Twilight's mane. “Twilight,” she groaned, and her breath bellowed in her chest. Her hips shivered and twisted, straining to press even closer, even deeper into Twilight. Luna saw her cock twitch then. A thick pulse of semen rippled visibly up the shaft until it passed beyond the lips of Twilight's pussy. Twilight threw her head back and howled in ecstasy, and Luna saw her pussy suddenly drizzle and then spray the liquids of her own orgasm. They splashed across her and Celestia's legs in a messy shower. Celestia snorted at the sensation, and then her cock pulsed again, shooting more of her sperm deep into the unicorn. As they writhed against each other Celestia's cock twitched again and again, until a jet of her sperm squirted suddenly from Twilight's overfilled pussy and spilled back down her cock, rolling a milky trail down her balls to dribble onto her thigh.

“What a lovely couple,” a silken voice whispered into Luna's ear.

Adrenaline shot through Luna's veins, and she jumped back from the creature that had silently crept up beside her.

Its sleek form and long limbs bespoke alicorn grace, but its filmy insect wings and twisted horn made mockery of such beings.

“Queen Chrysalis,” Luna hissed.

“They'll be back at it before long,” Chrysalis said. “They are quite devoted to one another. It's almost uncanny. I can flood the cavern with Twilight Sparkles, and Celestia will have the most debauched of orgies, but in the end she always ends up with the real one. And vice versa—Twilight may frolic with a field of Celestia's, but she always finds her way to the true one's semen.” Almost as an afterthought, she sketched the faintest bow to Luna. “Princess Luna, my pleasure to meet you.”

“It would not have been your pleasure had we met in Canterlot,” Luna snarled.

“Alas, my changelings apparently detained you then.”

“Since the minions did not survive meeting me, the queen had best be careful,” Luna shot back.

Chrysalis raised her eyebrow. In a scandalized tone, she said “You are my guest! You are all my guests! I would not dream of fighting with you.”

Luna scowled, and glanced toward the cavern. Celestia and Twilight were catching their breath, still in their obscene embrace, a look of bliss on both their faces. Luna pawed the ground angrily. “Just what is going on here?”

“True alicorns are such marvelous beasts, are they not?” Chrysalis mused. “Their essence is an amalgamation of all three pony races, but as if that degree of perfection were not enough to satisfy them, in spite of their feminine physiques, they are also blessed to possess both genders.” Chrysalis smiled. “But then, you would know all about that.”

With a sudden flick of her head, Chrysalis scraped her horn across Luna's own. An intangible force rippled across Luna's coat—the sensation of a spell forcibly disrupted. For an instant she didn't understand what had happened, and braced herself for combat. But then she realized it had only been the modest illusion spell she and her sister used to conceal... well... the matter Chrysalis had just brought up. Luna's sheath and testicles were plainly exposed now, though here in Chrysalis' stronghold it hardly mattered.

Though it wasn't just her sheath on display after all, Luna realized. The sight of her sister's lovemaking had left her sporting an undeniable erection.

Chrysalis smirked, plainly staring at the thick, dark meat of Luna's cock.

Luna brought up her hind hoof, trying in vain to conceal her stiffness behind it, but then she stomped down in a flash of anger. “What of our nature?” she said defiantly. “What does it matter?”

Chrysalis sidled up to her. “Oh, don't be offended, Princess. I admire your kind. Changelings are capable of making similar arrangements, after all.” She slipped a hoof between Luna's thighs, and softly caressed Luna's balls. “It seems you are not smaller than your sister in all respects.”

Luna aimed a kick at her, but Chrysalis danced away easily. “Those things feel positively brimming with tribute,” Chrysalis said.

Luna frowned. “Tribute? Are you mad? We defeated you. We owe you no tribute!”

Chrysalis waved a hoof airily. “A modest setback. We still have the power to vex your land no end, as well you know.”

“After what you have done, you will get not one bit from our treasury, I promise you that!”

Chrysalis burst into laughter. “My dear Princess, the only treasury I desire to plunder is the one you carry slung between your lovely thighs.”

Luna stared at her in confusion. “Wh... what?”

Chrysalis looked at her in disbelief. “Really? Did your sister tell none of you ponies? How rich!”

“Explain yourself, creature!”

Chrysalis rolled her eyes. “I demand your alicorn sperm so that I may hybridize my eggs into a new, greater breed of changeling. In return, so long as you pay your annual tribute, I shall neither invade nor infiltrate Equestria, notwithstanding all your excess unneeded love that you don't know what to do with.”

Luna stared at her in astonishment.

“Oh come now,” Chrysalis said. “What is unreasonable in any of that?”

“I will have none of this,” Luna said. “I have come to recover my sister and Twilight Sparkle, nothing more.”

Chrysalis sighed. “You'd get them much sooner if you helped, you know. That unicorn manages to get most of the tribute for herself. I am running out of patience.”

Luna looked down into the cavern once more, biting her lip in thought. How exactly was she going to extricate the two of them, especially if Chrysalis tried to stop her? Her gaze settled on the two of them. Celestia lay on her side now, spooning Twilight. She was still barely aware of her surroundings, her eyes only open to slits.

Luna froze, staring more sharply. She was certain she could see a green glimmer of enchantment in Celestia's eyes.

She spun on Chrysalis angrily. “What have you done to her? I can sense a glamor upon her!”

Chrysalis shrugged. “It's nothing. A little post-cocoon suggestion to draw her here, that's all. Hardly anything. And then a smidgen on top to keep her at ease. That's being kindly! And of course changeling pheromones to enhance her desire, which scarcely bears mentioning. I have aphrodisiac perfumes—and stronger liquors, though I've not troubled to serve them up—that keep those two in a happy, eager haze.”

Luna stomped her hoof. “That's it. We are leaving. If you try to stop us, I shall tear this place down around you!”

Chrysalis turned away and sighed. “You ponies,” she said. “You could have had such an enjoyable sojourn. I have been nothing but accommodating, and yet you still behave like this. Well, so be it.”

With that, she spun back to Luna with startling speed. Luna didn't even have time to see the strange fungal puffball carried in Chrysalis' magic before it was in her face, spraying its spores up her nose. She managed to sneeze once before darkness came crushing down onto her consciousness.