Taking the Sun II: Day in the Sun

Princess Celestia stepped into her bedchamber to the fading cheers of her adoring public. The carpet tickled the soles of her bare feet, but it was the lightness in her heart that was truly responsible for the spring in her heels. She brushed her foot over a fuzzy patch of shag, purposefully tickling herself again until she hemorrhaged a giggle. There was something about being made to experience the sensation--any sensation at the behest of her mistress, that made her want to do it to herself on purpose.

Celestia paused before the mirror to observe the changes since she had gone out on the balcony. Her sister’s collar and tag were securely at her throat, and aside from the tiara nestled in the pastel sea atop her head, she was dressed only in the embrace of nature. She twirled once, her freed bustline bouncing a little bit with every movement.

“I recall a certain princess who has told me on more than one occasion that she never liked that outfit anyway.”

It was not necessary for Celestia to turn towards the voice in order to identify it. She continued to admire herself in the mirror, fascinated by the idea of wearing her collar in broad daylight. “It was...powerful and intimidating. Made for a princess. Not...not for me.”

Luna patted the couch she was sitting on. “You were born in too high a station, dear sister. Your desire to be less than you are runs deep. Heel.”

Celestia swept into the center of her sitting room and came down in a fluid motion upon her knees, on the floor before her sister. Luna had dispensed with the strap-on toy, but what stood in its place was enough to elicit a stare from her pet below. The Princess of the Night was clad in closed robes that bore a pure whiteness identifying them as Celestia’s, but this particular specimen had been altered to depict Luna’s moon eclipsing the sun at its every instance. The trim and sash of the gown had also been replaced with satin in hues of midnight blue that shimmered in time with Luna’s starry locks. Luna noticed her sister’s surprise, smirked, and reached down to scratch Celestia behind the ear like a dog.

“Do not attempt to insist to me that it does not excite you, when I take representations of your stateliness and make them my own.”

Celestia leaned into the scratching. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes...it does excite me,” Celestia admitted. “Very much so.”

“Good,” Luna replied. “I expect as much honesty and directness from you as you will experience from your public this day, Sister.”

Casually Luna reached for a sturdy leather leash that sat coiled on an end table, and began to unravel it. It matched the purple of Celestia’s collar exactly, and when Luna snapped it in place, it looked very much at home. “As you recently promised our citizens, you will be taking a walk among them today. It is proper that you greet them more personally.”

Celestia arched her neck to facilitate attaching the leash to her ring. “Dressed like this, Mistress?”

“Not entirely,” Luna replied. She lifted a handbell from the table and flicked her wrist, sending a loud ding through the chamber. Celestia watched as the main door was suddenly filled with the merry, diminutive countenance of Dilly Dally.

“Greetings, Your Highness!” Dally announced eagerly, and then nodding at Celestia said, “Hi there slut! Are you being a good girl?”

“Y-yes Ma’am.”

“I just loved how the princess fucked you silly on the balcony like that just now! You take to being put in your place really well.”

Celestia felt her cheeks glowing. “Yes Ma’am!”

Luna nodded approvingly at the banter between her servants. “Dilly Dally, retrieve the box in my sister’s hall closet and bring it here.”

Dally assented and hopped to the task. A moment later she returned, her widely-spread arms bearing a large, unwieldy box. Dally could barely see overtop the large bow that accented the box’s giftwrap, but Celestia noticed the maid was struggling only with size, not weight. Looking just as perplexed as the nude princess, Dilly Dally sat the box down on the floor next to the birthday girl.

“Oh my Your Highness, is this a birthday gift for your pet?”

“Indeed, yes.” Luna folded one leg over the other and sat back, stroking the arm of the couch as though enthroning herself upon it. Her other hand absently petted Celestia, who had come up tall on her knees to accommodate her Mistress’s relaxed posture.

Dally looked positively giddy. “May I open it for her? She’s just a pet after all, it might be too much for her to handle.”

Luna shook her head. “Pet, open your gift.”

Celestia took the command as permission to leave her mistress’s heel. She placed her hands on the bow and began to pull, only to be yanked back hard as Luna gave a firm tug on her leash.

“You are a pet,” Luna corrected. “Behave accordingly.”

Celestia faltered. She could feel the eager eyes of the young maid on her, and though she knew what her mistress wanted her to do, she had never before done it outside of Luna’s eyes only. With but a moment’s hesitation, Celestia sunk to all fours, pointed her rump at the maid, and began to fiddle with her bow using only her teeth.

Luna noticed Dilly Dally’s attention, which was on Celestia’s backside. “Know that on this day, all are invited to appreciate my pet’s body, save that I say otherwise. And certainly, you do not require my sister’s permission to explore her form as you please.”

Dilly Dally began to stroke Celestia’s rump and thighs - even going as far as to test the princess’s opening with a few sharp pumps from her fingers, which elicited a series of small gasps. “She has a lovely body, and look how aroused she already is. I know a whole bunch of palace staff who would love to play with her!”

Luna waved the comment off. “There will be time for that later. Pet, show us the next gift your owner has favored you with.”

Celestia was fiddling with a sea of decorative red tissue paper in a way that was reminiscent of bobbing for apples. She came up with an oblong object in her mouth, which she dropped into Luna’s waiting palm like an offering. Well aware of what it was already, Luna merely held it out for both her pet and her servant to see.

The object reminded Celestia of the many vibrating toys Luna, and later Twilight, often used upon her. They were stored in a box under her bed without a magical lock - Celestia was expected not to disturb them without permission from either of her mistresses. The new object resembled them in the sense that it was constructed of a pink gel-like material that was slightly translucent, such that in the light Celestia could see silhouettes of tiny clockwork gears within. But this object was pinched nearly flat in the middle and bent upon itself, creating a ‘u’ shape with independent gear systems at either end. Both ends had a spiral shape to them - one with larger, blunted nubs, while the other sported smaller, precision feelers.

Celestia was no virgin, and she deduced almost instantly what the device was intended to do with its unique shape. Sheer amazement caused her to break her station and speak. “I...I’ve never seen one like that before. D-do both ends…?”

“Why, yes,” Luna grinned, “yes they do. And the reason you have not observed one before is that they are difficult to construct.” Luna turned the device over in her hand as she explained. “Imagine how much of a shore it is to create a diminutive skeleton of gears in one of these devices that is also enduring enough to stand up to its intended use. Can you imagine what goes into generating two such systems, independent of one another, in the same such object?”

Celestia marveled, her eyes following the movement of the toy. “What did you have to go through to get this…?”

“Wow,” Dilly Dally interrupted. “It has two vibrating ends? Even one end on one of those things is really expensive, if you can find somebody who will go through the trouble to build one at all! And you can’t even use the crankless ones unless you have magic!”

Celestia glanced at Dally. “How do you--”

Dilly Dally giggled and freely interrupted her sovereign. “Oh Pet, don’t be silly. What’s good enough for princesses is good enough for the rest of us. I am a girl, after all!” She suddenly smacked Celestia’s rump, eliciting a jump. “Can I stuff your slut with it, Your Highness? Can I??”

“There’s more to it than that, my eager servant.” Luna pointed, and two sets of eyes followed the gesture back to the unnecessarily large gift box. Therein, disturbed by Celestia’s rooting and lying among the tissue paper, was a length of rope, pre-tied in several places to suggest some specific use.

Dally brightened even further. “Oh! A harness! May I secure her too, Your Highness?”

Celestia didn’t bother asking how Dilly Dally had knowledge of rope bondage or how to go about applying it. The Sun had made far too many inaccurate assumptions about a maid who only acted chaste because it was her job to. Celestia wondered just how many other citizens she had misjudged, simple for their adherence to propriety in her presence.

Luna nodded her assent to the maid’s request. With little thought for Celestia’s comfort, Dally jerked her to her feet and bent her over a nearby chair. Lifting the princess’s leg slightly, Dally touched the cool tips of the new toy to Celestia’s porcelain flesh and lined them up. Celestia was used to insertion well enough that she knew to relax her muscles, but she let out a grunt as she felt each of her entrances being stretched at the same time.

“Hahh…” Celestia panted, arching her back. “B...both at once…”

Luna sat and quietly appreciated the scene before her. She levitated a glass of wine she had poured earlier over and treated herself to the sourness of the nectar within while Dilly Dally worked. A maid, bedecked in the frilly uniform of her office, bending and straightening a naked princess as she pleased in order to bind her. Dilly Dally took her time of it; indulging in her desire to grope Celestia’s thighs, hips, waist, and breasts as she went. Celestia was turned to face her sister as Dally secured the rope between her legs and began to bring the Sun’s arms back for binding. The naked, blushing elder sister gave her junior a wordless, knowing smile and patiently waited for the maid to finish with her.

Celestia stood in the center of her own sitting room at her full, willowy height. Her elegant crown still mingled with the floating forest of color atop her head, but it presided over a woman whose status was far below that of even the handmaidens who attended her. With her arms bound tightly behind her back, Celestia could do nothing to hide the obvious arousal evidenced by the tight nipples capping her breasts. On the contrary, she went so far as to push out her chest, presenting her excitement to her sister with a mousey smile.

The ropes that bound the Princess of the Sun wound twice around either thigh like the coils of a serpent, isolating each leg as they wormed between them to hold her birthday present in place. From there they coiled around her hips and up her back, wrapping up her crossed wrists and running in two bands above and below her bosom. At her neck remained the collar that marked Celestia as her sister’s, its attached leash dangling between the Sun’s ample breasts.

“Excellent.”

Luna rose from her seat and nonchalantly took up her sister’s leash, nodding to the patiently waiting maid who seemed quite pleased with herself. “You have done well, Dilly Dally. Be certain to speak with the rest of the staff concerning the softness of my pet’s body, and encourage them to turn out for a proper viewing.”

With a merry click of her heels, Dilly Dally moved to the door. In passing Celestia, she paused to draw the princess into a soft kiss, which she held for half a minute before drawing her lips to Celestia’s ear, her voice at a whisper. “You’re a lot lovelier than just your body too, Pet. Mmm…”

Luna allowed the exchange with a wry grin, waited for the maid to finally take her leave, and yanked firmly on Celestia’s leash, directing her to fall in. “We’re going for our walk now, Pet. Be good, and you will be rewarded through your new toy.”

Celestia scurried to keep her sister’s pace. “Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”

* * * * *

It had never quite occurred to Princess Celestia just how little time she spent without posh slippers, until she encountered the curious sensation of her bare heels on smooth cobblestones. Unused to anything but plush carpeting or bathroom tile touching the soles of her feet, she took a certain quiet joy from the feel of being exposed in the real, organic world all around her. A gentle breeze that wafted between the common buildings at street level swirled about her; kissing every inch of her body as it explored her form, ran a little shiver up her unprotected spine, and moved on. Celestia had but a moment to enjoy it, until her sister tugged her down a crowded Canterlot street.

Luna never gave her sister more than a cursory moment to interact with each well-wisher. The treatment made Celestia feel that much more subservient - every gesture, word of thanks, or pleasant bow of her head was the property of Princess Luna, and the Sun had to take care to execute them in the time she was allotted. Luna periodically activated the vibrators inside her sister, either to keep her on her toes or simply ensure a proper sexual response to any random groping Celestia might receive.

The pair paused briefly when rounding a corner, where they encountered an elderly couple out for a walk.

“Oh my,” an old lady creaked. “How nice that it’s your birthday, Your Highness. Our nation prays you have a thousand more to complement the thousand before.”

Celestia thanked the couple without depravity, watched them depart, and turned to her sister.

“They...did not notice?”

Luna nodded and continued to pull her sister along. “As I explained before, the spell frees inhibition, but it does not plant seeds.”

Celestia tried to look back once. “Is it because of their age?”

“Only the young are excluded by age. Were I to surmise, I would say those two are a loving couple, forsaking even thoughts of all others. Thus, their minds parsed a benign scene.”

Celestia had but a moment to ponder this before a sharp slap to her backside jarred her back to reality. A young man with a palace guard recruit’s haircut and a sultry ladyfriend on his arm passed slowly by.

“I always thought you had a really fine ass, bitch,” the guard commented, “About time we all got to see it!”

The guard’s companion, a young lady dressed like a harlot, cupped Celestia’s chin just to bring her eyes to attention.

“She’d make a great dancer at the club I work at, don’tcha think?”

Celestia offered a short bow, “O-oh yes, I’m sure I would. And thank you for noticing Ma’am, Sir!”

The couple continued on their way, laughing raucously. Luna smirked.

“Enjoy this too much, Pet, and you shall set a new precedent for yourself that I’ll not soon forget.”

The Moon led the Sun along until the pair threaded across a number of side streets that opened into a modest courtyard. Framed with statues of Canterlot dignitaries long forgotten to the annals of time, it was an area that only the princesses could recall as ever having held any true significance in a smaller Canterlot of days gone by. Greater sites had since been constructed, and only a few citizens could ever be found milling about this grassy circle and small copse of trees, encircled by the courtyard’s round stone perimeter.

Celestia glanced aimlessly about the area. She was about to ask why she had been led here, but both her eyes and her thoughts stopped dead when a certain sight befell them. There, casually dangling one leg from a low stone wall she sat upon, was the unmistakable form and loose raspberry locks of Celestia’s student-turned-mistress, Twilight Sparkle. Twilight was clad in a snowy white sundress that Celestia recognized from her own wardrobe, complete with a daffodil yellow, wide-rimmed bonnet and matching sandals. The bust line of the dress was a bit large on her, which caused either one or the other of the spaghetti straps to hang low on Twilight’s shoulder depending upon which way she leaned. Twilight hugged the knee of the leg she had up on the stone wall to her chest while the other dangled, giving Celestia a clear view of her student’s supple thighs beneath. The Sun barely even noticed the magical activation of her toy again, and she was soon staring at Twilight with obvious lust.

Twilight met Celestia’s gaze, but much to the Sun’s chagrin, her student’s jaw dropped. By the time Luna had dragged Celestia close, Twilight’s lips were already flapping.

“Y-your High--I mean Princess Celestia?? What in Equestria are you doing out in public like that??”

Celestia’s eyes widened, warning bells popping out of sleep mode and clanging in her head. With the buzzing of the toy dulling her edge, Celestia could think of no response but to look around for a shrub to dive behind. The hold on her leash was tight, and thus the naked princess could do nothing but bounce and jiggle, eventually darting behind her sister like a shy child. Celestia stooped so only her eyes were peering from over her sister’s shoulder and hissed a frantic whisper in Luna’s ear.

“H-how does she know? Why is the spell not working on her??”

“Most curious,” Luna commented calmly. “Perhaps she has no true desire for you, and is seeing her own mirage of normalcy?”

Celestia wilted. “She...she doesn’t? But...but I thought, all those times…”

Twilight tried in vain to keep up her shocked expression, but her scholar’s need to clarify got the better of her. “Actually, if that were true, I wouldn’t be shocked because my brain wouldn’t be registering the fact that you’re walking around naked with a collar and a rope harness on, being led on a leash by your sister.”

Celestia blinked. “Then...you can...but how?”

Twilight hopped off the wall, looking smug. “Who do you think cast the spell in the first place?”

Celestia’s silence prompted her sister to corroborate. “It is true. The idea was mine, but I could not have deployed it on such a massive scale without soliciting the assistance of your most talented progeny, Sister. The research and preparation alone took nearly a fortnight.”

Twilight patted her thigh. “Come, Pet. Say hello!”

Relief washed over Celestia with such force that she came out from behind her sister and shot down to her knees, nuzzling her own dress that was draped over Twilight’s thigh with her cheek.

“I was so worried, Mistress…”

Twilight reached down to ruffle Celestia’s hair. “Aww, you were so cute when you thought I didn’t care.” She looked to Luna. “How’s our little pet taking to her special day? I know you wanted some private time with her. Sisters and all that.”

Luna merely nodded at the naked, bound, adoring sun princess. “See for yourself. I trust you enjoyed her address this morning as well?”

“Absolutely delicious,” Twilight smiled. “But you’re having all the fun so far.” She glanced down at Celestia. “And you should therefore be doing a better job of greeting your mistress.”

The toy inside Celestia, which had been buzzing along at a lazy, controllable pace, suddenly fell silent. As Luna magically handed off control of the device to Twilight, it reactivated with twice the force. Celestia attempted to resist the change by gritting her teeth against it, but she was already aroused, and soon its squirming about in both her holes elicited a stammered moan. Twilight calmly sat again on the wall and reached down to fondle one of Celestia’s breasts.

“None of that,” Twilight decreed. “Show me how it makes you feel with everybody out here watching you.” To punctuate her command, Twilight nabbed one of her mentor’s nipples and gave it a rough pinch.

“Nghh…!”

“Better,” Twilight approved. She moved her hand to take Celestia under the chin, forcing the princess to look up and make eye contact. “No more trying to fight it. When your toy or your mistresses make you want to cry out, do it. Loudly, every time, so you can be heard.”

“Y-yes...ngh...Mistress…”

With Celestia as a captive audience, Twilight fingered the onyx and silver chain that ran gracefully around her supple neck to somewhere under her dress. she made a show of dipping her fingers between the valley of her breasts, and withdrew from there a certain familiar pendant in the shape of a disc, bearing Twilight’s mark over a holographic background.

“Now,” Twilight insisted, “greet me correctly.”

Celestia knew the special properties of Twilight’s enchanted accessory all too well. The dress had obscured it, but nuzzling closer revealed the bulge in the panties of Celestia’s student. It pushed back at the Sun, demanding to be set free. Celestia went for her prize eagerly, biting at the white cloth of her own dress to yank it out of the way in lieu of using her bound hands.

Luna was standing by with her sister’s leash, watching her beloved pet play. “My, such a needy frenzy she is in. I see her new toy is having just the right effect.” Luna knelt and openly placed her hand between Celestia’s legs. “Don’t give her too much, Twilight Sparkle. She has duties to perform yet this day and we don’t want her achieving too much satisfaction before they are complete.”

Celestia emitted a whine when she felt the toy’s pace relaxing. The slight loss of intensity left her wanting, and the moment Twilight helped her lift the dress out of the way, Celestia found herself pushing at her student’s cyan panties, tasting the cotton with her tongue.

Twilight ruffled Celestia’s hair again and shimmed the panties down with a spark of magic. “I told you she’d love this.”

The moment Twilight’s pulsing spire bounced free from its cotton prison, Celestia greeted it with deep, long strokes from her tongue, as though it were a delicacy beyond compare. Twilight shivered.

“I believe it was I who approached you about this day,” Luna corrected. Still in a crouch, she came up beside her sister to stroke her between the shoulder blades, as Celestia enveloped Twilight’s tip. “Our little slut has taken to her obedience so well, we ought to consider such activities more often.”

Twilight sighed as the warm wetness of her mentor’s cheeks slid down her length. “Mm, I don’t know that cooking up a spell this massive is going to work ‘more often’, though.”

“Ah, but that is the beauty of it,” Luna replied. She placed her hand on the back of Celestia’s head as the Sun was drawing back, and pushed her down to the hilt again. “After today, imagine the fun we will have encouraging our pet to bring other willing parties into our little game. A certain junior maid, for example, has taken a shining to our pet.” She held Celestia’s head tightly, mashing her sister’s nose into Twilight’s stomach and forcing her to ration her breaths. “You’ve already thought about inviting her to hold your leash while you pleasure her under our supervision, haven’t you Pet?”

“M-mhhmm…” Celestia muttered. Luna let her breathe, but as soon as she did so, Twilight took over and pushed her back down to where Celestia could get another deep whiff of her student’s scent.

“And I bet you love how we’re having a nice conversation about you like you’re not even here, while you behave,” Twilight added.

“Mmmhmmm…”

Celestia held onto her pacified moan longer this time. When set free again, her tongue jumped and danced for her younger mistress, conforming to each curve of Twilight’s shaft and tracing each pulsing vein from base to tip. She slipped up further, forming a tight seal with her lips around Twilight’s flare to take hard draws from it.

“Mm,” Twilight propped herself up on one arm and twirled some pastel locks around her finger. “O-our student learns f-fast...whew…”

Luna reached back to fiddle with the dual-ended toy inside her sister. “Now, now, let us not inflate her ego too much. She must remember her place, after all.” She slipped her finger between the middle of the toy and Celestia’s perineum, tugging on it such that humming protrusions receded. Celestia’s rump tightened, and Luna clicked her tongue. “Tsk. Pet, give.”

Celestia, her mouth fully involved with her former student, could only squeak out a muffled whine. She relented, allowing the buttplug and its twin knobby end to escape together. Luna nodded.

“Good, but slow. First we will address the good.” Luna pulled the toy back until it was nearly evacuated, and then roughly slapped it back in. The two gel-like appendages invaded Celestia again, spreading both her holes as they buzzed more joy into her. The Sun moaned as best she could, her body rocking along with the pumping of her lips and the pleasure waves below. Luna slipped the device back in place and pulled the securing rope over it. Then, she raked her sister with fingernails from the small of her back to the base of her neck, Luna’s hand finally coming to rest on the back of Celestia’s head.

“Mnngh...ngh…”

“And now,” Luna said gravely, “we address the slow.”

This time, Luna did not spare her sister the proverbial whip. Without warning she shoved hard, forcing Celestia back down to Twilight’s hilt with no thought for the Sun’s comfort. Celestia choked as the penis in her mouth expanded to take over her airway, throbbing inside her and commanding all of her attention.

“Hold her,” Luna ordered, despite leaving Celestia with no means of escape anyway. “Show your appreciation for the beloved mistress in your mouth and hold her there.”

Celestia fought against her gags but managed to calm her thrashing, lest she lose face before her owners. She closed her eyes and soothed her mind with the delicious sounds of passing well-wishers, who were still offering myriad lewd birthday congratulations whenever they passed by. She knew their eyes were on her. And Luna’s eyes. And those of her own student. Soon, the crown princess was burying her nose again into Twilight’s soft tummy, nursing from the engorged organ in her mouth with proper respect.

“Nnn,” Twilight muttered, “she’s such an eager to please little cocksucker. She deserves a special day like this, to just be herself.”

“Eager to please, yet undisciplined,” Luna countered, loosening her grip just enough to allow Celestia some air while she milked. “She only thinks she has been taught her place. There is more to come this day, do not forget.”

Twilight arched her neck and bit her lip, allowing the rays of the sun to bathe her upturned face under her bonnet. Celestia’s bobbing had increased in intensity, and the warm wetness enveloping nerves Twilight could barely control anyway for their unfamiliarity was catapulting pleasure into the young mistress’s mind. She brought her hand down firmly on Celestia’s head, holding her in place and taking over the strokes by thrusting up with her hips.

“Ahh...I h-haven’t, d-don’t worry...nhh...but I th-think she needs a drink...ahh...don’t you…?”

“That and more,” Luna agreed. The moon princess shortened her sister’s leash and held it up like a show dog lead, while stroking Celestia’s back appraisingly. She nodded pleasantly at the next small group of passersby, and invited them to watch. “Your sovereign is indeed enjoying her day. Look how she grovels before her student, bound and filled with pleasure devices.”

“What an adorable slut!” A woman said.

“Boy I’d sure like to fuck her,” a man commented as he reached out to enjoy a grope. “Think I could have a turn sometime, Your Highness?”

Luna waved the spectators back a bit. “Perhaps in time. For now, enjoy the show your princess puts on for you all.” Luna reared her arm back and tanned her sister’s rump with a stinging slap. “Perform for your subjects, Pet!”

Celestia gave full vent to her moaning as she had been told to earlier, sending pleasant vibrations through Twilight’s shaft in the process. She swirled around the gift inside her, increasing her pace until wet slapping sounds emitted from the joining. Twilight’s grip had gone slack, with control of the pace going back to her pet.

“Ngh...ahh…” Twilight stammered, her limbs straightening and her body stiffening. The need to release was threatening to boil over, and Twilight Sparkle saw no reason to deny it. With the last bit of muscle strength she could control, Twilight wrenched dominance back from her mentor by grabbing Celestia’s head and ramming her hips firmly into it, choking the sun princess anew. There was a pause, and Twilight began to pump rope upon rope of warm, sticky seed down Celestia’s throat. To her credit, the Sun never gagged nor complained.

Luna raised a brow, “Save some for her markings, dear.”

“Uh...uh-huh…” Twilight rode the wave of sweet release as it undulated through her. The magic that created her organ also ensured the volume of seed would equal that of someone who had been storing it up for weeks, every time. When she was satisfied with filling her mentor from the inside, Twilight pulled out and kept Celestia’s face still, panting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose with gooey white semen. “Ngh...good pet...f-forgot how much stress I built up working on that spell…”

Twilight’s quivering grip slackened and Celestia drew close, allowing the last spurt to coat her forehead and stiffen a few wavy hairs in her luscious mane as she looked up at her mistress. “Yes Mistress...I only wish there could be more…”

“There will be,” Luna interjected. “But first, Pet, you have another duty to your public.” Luna stood, yanking Celestia to her feet, and took a moment to appreciate the drying seed markings on her pet’s perfect skin. The Moon then took control of the toy inside her sister, deactivated it, and yanked it out with a wet pop. She spared a moment to show it off to the public. “This tiny device helps to keep your princess behaving properly. Would you like to see her favorite way to keep it clean?”

The crowd clapped, and the toy levitated over until it was inches from Celestia at eye level, each protrusion pointing commandingly at her. Celestia leaned forward and gently kissed each nub, favoring them both with an affectionate lick as well. Finally she swallowed one, and then the other in turn, sucking her scent and juices from them to the approving murmurs of the crowd.

Luna allowed her sister to perform her lewd sideshow act for a full minute before levitating the toy away. She dried it off with Celestia’s own hair, before dropping it in a pouch at her waist.

“You’re a really lovely whore!” The assemblage praised. “Perform for us again soon!”

Celestia bowed her head to allow the dispersing subjects to pat her in lieu of shaking hands. “Yes, yes, thank you Ma’am, Sir...oh--!” There was a yank at her neck again, and she returned her attention to Luna.

“Come, Pet. You have other duties to perform, and a further lesson to learn.”

Celestia fell in. “Am I to wash up, Mistress?”

Twilight was on her feet now, making no effort to stop the last dribblings of her seed from noticeably staining Celestia’s dress from the inside out. Noticing Celestia’s glance down there, she smiled. “Next time we all spend time together, you can wear my mark on your dress just like this.”

“O-of course, Mistress!”

Twilight slipped her hands behind her head and under her hair to unclasp the necklace that would banish the special plaything between her legs. “And no,” she said firmly, “you will not wash up. You should be grateful I was willing to mark you with some of what you were given.”

Celestia bowed her head, genuinely embarrassed. “Yes Mistress. Forgive me. Thank you for your trouble.”

Twilight looked on approvingly. “Better.” Then she turned to Luna. “Anyway, I’ll catch up with you later, right?”

Luna nodded, and the pair shared a mischievous grin whose nature was lost on the crown princess. Twilight slapped Celestia’s rump once more, waved a cheery goodbye, and motored off.

Celestia watched her go with some dismay. “Does she not wish to join us? Where are we headed next?”

“I am surprised you do not remember, Sister. However, since you do not, you will be told when it is necessary for you to know. Now come along.”

Luna began walking back to the palace proper, showing her naked and bound sister off to the populace as she went. The gleeful spring in Celestia’s step was hard to keep down, but it provided a healthy bounce that her mistress approved of.