Taking the Sun II: Day in the Sun

Celestia adjusted the clasp at her throat.

The Princess of the Sun considered the words of the junior maid who had so recently disciplined her, just as she recalled her strikes. Among Dilly Dally’s desires had been to appreciate her sovereign’s nakedness, and yet, Celestia had a stubborn habit for seeing to her own dress and accessories. It hadn’t always been that way, but the crown princess couldn’t recall just when she had adopted the practice. All she knew was that at some point in history, she had begun to put a gradually larger focus upon cutting a ‘proper’ image.

She didn’t have to ask herself why. Though she had tried, Celestia could find no others that were suitable to share her secret desires with during the years when her sister was still locked away on the moon. Without Luna, the crown princess was left to hide inside herself, until she had constructed a barrier so thick around her reign that even a handmaiden to assist her in the bath or with her dressing gown was out of the question.

Now, Luna had returned to set her sister free, and Celestia’s nervous heart was pumping with excitement.

“Not yet, Sister,” Celestia whispered to herself in the sitting room of her private chambers. “Even on this day, I must acknowledge the people first.”

Celestia inspected herself in the ovoid mirror before her. A white dress to symbolise, of all things, purity, draped over her shoulders and slipped down her frame, terminating modestly around the ankle. It was simple and without flare to better relate her to the common man, its bodice cut just above the valley of her breasts to preserve her womanly image. Upon her feet were soft slippers of supple burgundy leather, their color matching the crushed velvet cloak that swirled about her frame. The cloak was anchored at the neck by a golden brooch of office that shined with the same luster as her simple crown, and the loose belt of interlocking golden rings that sat lopsided upon her hips. The cut of her dress was far too low to support a bra, and Celestia appreciated the irony of an otherwise chaste garment with such suggestive undertones. The ensemble was powerful in its simplicity, and it sent a clear message to foreign dignitaries that she was a woman, and she was sovereign. The person so clad was not to be trifled with.

Princess Celestia felt oddly out of place in the usually familiar outfit.

With a soft tap across her spacious great room, Celestia parted the heavy curtains and stepped out upon the balcony. Even before the din came to her ears, she knew what to expect. The city was in festival to celebrate her birthday, and the only thing that outnumbered the throng of citizens waiting eagerly below for her address was the sheer number of banners depicting her personal seal, that seemed to fly from every window as far as Celestia could see. Her eyes half-closed by the adjustment to her own orb in the sky, Celestia put on her brightest smile, cast a quick spell to amplify her voice, and stood upon the parapet, hands on the railing, to deliver her birthday speech.

“Citizens of Canterlot, and those loyal subjects who have traveled the length and breadth of Equestria to be here with me today,” Celestia began, “I would like to take this opportunity to offer my most sincere and personal appreciation for your efforts. Every year, further back even than I can remember, you have all been unceasing in your determination to honor me in ways that I do not deserve. On this day as all those in the past, I stand humbled before you.”

Celestia paused to allow the crowd to cheer. Amidst the din a familiar voice came to her from behind the curtains from whence she had emerged. Its melody stiffened her back, but she held to decorum and did not meet it.

“You do not stand humbled before them yet, Sister,” the voice cooed, “but you will.”

Celestia drew in a breath and continued.

“Let it be known, beloved citizens of Equestria, that this day has not, nor ever will be, just for me. As I walk among you through the streets of our fair capital city, I will be as you are, and this day will be for us all.”

That was Luna’s cue. Like the shadow cast by an albatross she emerged from the darkness, looming behind her prey and placing her hands upon her sister’s shoulders to draw in close.

“You will not be as they are,” Luna whispered. “You will be beneath them. A city of rulers, with but a single subject to answer to them. You.

Well experienced in the ways of royal decorum, Celestia kept her smile, speaking only out of the corner of her mouth as she waved to the roaring crowd.

“Luna, I must address the citizens...now is not the time…”

Luna slipped her arms under her sister’s and began, of all things, to knead Celestia’s unsupported breasts. “On the contrary, dear sister. It is the perfect time. Clearly you do not understand how real this all is yet. It is time you were made to.” One of Luna’s hands slipped into the bodice of Celestia’s dress, where the Moon began to pinch at a nipple. “It is not my time of day. Surely you could resist me if you truly wanted to.”

Standing awkwardly with an extra pair of arms under her own, Celestia attempted to continue her speech. “I...I will be as you are...th-this day will be for us all…”

“You already said that part,” Luna cooed, drawing her tongue up the nape of her sister’s neck.

“I...we...th-this shall be a day of--” Celestia abruptly bit her lip to avoid injecting her address with a lewd sigh. She could not avoid a gasp however, when Luna stretched the low-cut fabric at her chest and fed each of Celestia’s bouncy orbs through, exposing them to hundreds of pairs of feasting eyes. “L-Luna…”

“Look at them,” Luna whispered. “Hundreds, nay, perhaps a thousand or more commoners, many of whom have never spoken to you, and thus likely see you as an unreachable goddess. Every pair of eyes old enough to understand with a clear view of but one of your secrets. It will not be the last you share with them today. Look at how they cheer. They do not gasp. They are not shocked. They do not look away. What does that tell you about their inner desires?”

Celestia could not answer. “M-my fellow citiz--zzngh...ah…”

Luna pinched. Celestia jumped. The Moon traced Celestia’s ear with her tongue. “Cry out, Pet. Cry out with the amplification spell still upon you. Let them all hear how much you enjoy performing for them, and Mistress will reward you.”

“...f-fellow...Eq-Equest...o-ohh...hahh…”

Luna felt her spine tingle with excitement of her own as her sister’s gasps began to fill the air. “Good pet. As promised, your reward.” Luna summoned her magic, and Celestia gasped again as she felt the weight of her soft purple collar close about her ivory throat. With a snap of Luna’s fingers, the collar replaced Celestia’s golden brooch of office - the regal ornament and the crushed velvet cloak it secured falling away. Luna fingered the collar, tugging at its ring and jangling the tag that bore her mark.

“Your reward is twofold,” Luna explained, “each part intended to bring my dear sister’s long-ingrained voyeuristic desires to life. Now you are showing them your status as a pet. Soon you will show them more.

Celestia’s hands returned to the railing, this time for support. She arched her neck, giving the cheering crowd a good view of her other badge of office, denoting her as owned property. She felt the tingle of magic around her thighs, followed by the silken swishing of her panties as they began to slide down her legs.

“Down,” Luna ordered, elaborating on her command by pressing her palm between Celestia’s shoulder blades and giving a not-so-subtle push. Celestia bent forward until she was nearly doubled over the railing, her dress now off her shoulders and her royal breasts dangling towards the crowd. A simple tap at her rump was enough to engender the automatic response of lifting one leg, then the other, to set her undergarments free. “You fail at your duties, Sister. You are not addressing your public.”

“I-I am honored,” Celestia whimpered to the crowd, “To st-stand before you all this way...laid bare and transparent in the s-seat of government…”

Luna chuckled. “Well veiled, Sister.”

An image of Celestia’s own lavender panties, suspended in midair by magic, floated into the Sun’s view. There was a slight stain at the crotch, and Luna made certain Celestia could see it.

“You know,” Luna mused, “the spell was completed this morning. It is always possible that a citizen or two showed up late and thus remains unaffected. I wonder what will become of your pretty panties if we do this.”

Before Celestia could utter another word, a spark of magic sent her unmentionables on a slingshot trajectory off the balcony, where she watched helplessly as they fluttered down and vanished into the crowd.

“If an ensorcelled citizen finds them, they will be enjoyed for today,” Luna explained, “but that citizen will dispose of them subconsciously and by tomorrow will not recall their presence. A child will merely not see them at all. But what if an unenchanted Equestrian chances upon them? They do bear the embroidery of your great seal at the waist, after all.

Celestia’s next words were choked away by the pleasure of her sister’s mental image. She didn’t complain as she felt her dress being hiked up to the small of her back, but the artificial sensation probing at her netherlips gave her pause. “N-no necklace, Mistress…?”

Luna laughed again, her hands moving to take firm grip at Celestia’s hips. “The entire city heard that, Pet. How quickly you acclimate. But if you are referring to the enchanted trinket that brings about the penis I have bred you with time and again, I remind you that today is all about your pleasure, as you pleasure others with a fine performance.” On the cusp of her words Luna thrust forward suddenly, her strapped-on phallus burying itself easily into Celestia’s already damp channel. “Revel in your submission, sweet princess.”

Celestia didn’t even notice the pain from digging her fingernails into the hard railing. She fought to summon words for her public, but the magically-enhanced cry she emitted ripped instead at the very banners hung in tall towers and shop windows for her benefit. Luna gave her sister no quarter, pounding her relentlessly on the balcony at whatever pace the Moon happened to enjoy at any given moment. Celestia hung over the railing, her image of the people below congealing into a turbulent sea of well-wishers and cat-callers. With nowhere to go save down, Celestia could do nothing but bare her passionate expression to the public and accept her sister’s pistoning hips.

“Speak,” Luna ordered as she thrust away. “They are waiting for the remainder of your address.”

“I...m-my…” Celestia let the words bleed out of her in the only way they could. “I-It pleases m-me to be among you...b-beneath you...t-to sh-share my private moments with youuohh…”

“We love seeing your sexy boobs!” A voice from below called.

“Fuck that slut hard, Princess Luna!” Another voice shouted.

“Y-yes, th-thank you m-my friends,” Celestia moaned. “I-it pleases me to...ohh...sh-show you m-my...s-sexy b-booonnghh!!”

To a chorus of merry, lewd shouts from her subjects, Princess Celestia finally lost herself to the piercing sensations of the toy her sister had designed to fit her contours perfectly. It spread her without forgiveness; stimulating every part of her core as it pistoned in and out. Unfettered by stimulation, her sister roughly slammed Celestia against the railing, sending her sweet channel into uncontrolled spasms as her cry of climax rent the air, spreading to all corners of the city. Impaled upon her sister’s toy, she slumped against the railing and fought for both her footing and her words when Luna finally pulled out.

“Th-thank you for attending t-today’s celebration, c-citizens of Equestria...m-may this day find you in high spirits…”

Princess Luna stepped back towards the curtains. “They will, Sister. Of that I have no doubt.” Luna raised one hand and snapped her fingers, a magic spark rising from them. “Finish your duties in attire better suited to your station.”

Celestia felt a warm glow wash over her. In seconds her stately outfit evaporated around her, exposing every inch of the Sun’s ironically pale flesh to the kiss of the fresh outdoor air.

“You should really get out in the sun more,” Luna smiled.

Naked from head to toe save for the curious dichotomy of crown and collar, Princess Celestia concluded her speech, hopping in place once or twice to favor the crowd with an appreciative bounce.