Taking the Sun II: Day in the Sun

Princess Celestia’s suspicions remained in the dark, and her reason was soothed further by the sensation of cool polished palace floors and the tickle of plush carpeting under her bare feet again. She thought perhaps that she might be able to determine her sister’s intent if she simply put her mind to it - Luna herself had made it clear that divining her plan for the remainder of the day should not have been difficult. Instead Celestia banished all such thoughts and smiled cheerfully at each guard and attendant she passed, greeting them with excessive politeness. It was so easy to just let herself go - to allow her mind to dull and her sensibilities to sink into the role her sister and student had lovingly laid out for her.

The day Celestia had travelled excitedly through was the type of fantasy she assumed would be forever locked away in her imagination. Instead her mistresses had given it true form; turning it into a reality that had gone so far past Celestia’s wildest imagination that she was starting to become greedy about it. She was the crown princess, after all. Had she insisted Luna and Twilight end this before it had begun, they would have had little choice but to capitulate. But Celestia had allowed it to come to fruition, accepting the excuse that her subjects would not be the worse for wear. After a thousand years of being everybody’s prim and proper perfect princess, could one day of indulgence truly be of harm?

Luna didn’t chastise her sister for occasionally slowing their pace. She knew Celestia was only doing it so she could feel the tug of the leash that controlled her, and her little sister was happy to oblige. It was Celestia’s day, after all.

The palace halls widened, and Princess Celestia soon found the route so familiar that she could no longer gain blissful ignorance of their destination by blanking her mind. She let out a soft gasp.

“The...throne room?”

“As I said, Sister,” Luna replied, “I am surprised you could not deduce this on your own. Is it not by your own decree that you always still hold court on your birthday?” Luna sniffed. “The result of some altruistic platitudes about always being in the service of your people.”

Celestia hesitated before the grand double doors, which lay open and manned by guards at such rigid attention, she could not be certain if the spell was altering their perceptions or if they were simply that well disciplined. Beyond she could see the lavish receiving carpet that led to twin thrones, the room lined on either side with waiting guards in ceremonial dress that was so crisp, the afternoon light from the windows and skylights glinted off of their armor and cast spectrums of rainbow color in patches on the walls.

“I had thought...you would have cancelled it today…”

Luna tugged, and soon the two princesses were crossing the threshold. The Moon laughed dismissively. “Why would I do that? It is your day court after all, not mine. You may be my property, but it would not do to deny the people that ‘service’ you always claim to be in for them, now would it?”

Celestia was no less bound and nude, but she suddenly felt that much more exposed in the chamber she was used to ruling from. “N-no...of course not, Mistress…”

Luna led her sister to the foot of the dais that supported the thrones, bade her to stop, and came up behind the Sun, whispering in her ear.

“You are not used to looking up at them, are you. Think how much more intimidating they must be for you, without so much as clothing to protect your secrets. You will hold court, but you are no less my pet, and no more capable of handling yourself without your mistress’s guidance as any other debased little brothel slut. thus, I will be here with you, every step of the way.”

Celestia shivered and momentarily closed her eyes. “Mnn, yes Mistress...thank you for helping me, Mistress…”

With the expressions and the intentions of the guards still unreadable, Celestia accepted a gesture to be still and wait for her sister to climb the dais first. Luna stood above the room, resplendent in the modified robes of state that had once been her sister’s - tailored to depict the eclipse of the sun and trimmed in midnight blue to match her night. Even the feel of the garment was not the same with the way Luna carried herself in it; the white portions of the robe seemingly cowed into moving with her. Luna paused to survey the room, pleased in some small way with her ‘triumph,’ and then in a flourish undid her sash to cast the entire robe away.

Beneath the trappings of state, Luna’s garb was enough to make her mousey sister gasp yet again. Luna’s already ample cleavage had been enhanced by the application of a royal purple corset, bound tightly by black laces as it traced the outline of her bust down to her waist. Nearly all of the remaining outfit was black as well, consisting of a lacy garter-belt that held up form-fitting fishnet stockings, each capped at her feet by a heeled boot with buckles halfway up the calf that Celestia had previously mistaken for slippers.

With the robes gone, only a single article of clothing on the night princess’s body aside from her corset was not black. Celestia’s eyes trailed down her sister’s body, freezing when they fell upon the simple, gleaming white pair of panties that bore the emblem of the sun. Celestia was not so vain a ruler to demand her mark be embroidered upon all her underwear, but it was a sign of personal pride for the royal tailor that she had acquiesced to. Now, her secret undergarments were not only exposed to the entire throne room, but imprisoned under layers of sensual, midnight black. There had been no need to alter them like the robes had been - they sent enough of a messages simply being where they were.

Luna enthroned herself on Celestia’s slightly higher seat. She didn’t even need to gesture, as the act of sitting was enough for Celestia to lower herself to her knees before the dais. Luna chuckled and waggled a finger at her elder.

“Rise, Pet. Approach your princess and your mistress. I allow you to be up here with me.”

Celestia felt a boost of energy take her. Without the use or balance of her arms she scrambled clumsily to her feet, scampered up the stairs, and paused before taking a step towards Luna’s lower throne, which lay empty save for the discarded robe. Celestia made as if to sit, but an unseen force, guided by Luna’s magic, whacked her behind so hard she jumped back to her feet and let out an embarrassing squeal that echoed in the large hall.

“That is a place where royalty sits,” Luna admonished as she nabbed Celestia’s cheek in the grip of her magic and forced her to turn. “You are a pet, beneath the station of the lowliest servant or pauper. Furthermore, you are beholden to me, and as I said, you require my direction in all things.” Luna patted her lap, “Now sit in your proper place, little whore.”

Celestia eyed her sister’s lap, scanned the room, and swallowed. “I...there…?”

Luna flared with annoyance. Her magic fired up again, smacking her pet anew. “Sit, Pet. Now.”

Celestia rushed to obey, the instinct not to trifle with her mistress taking over. The moment she had swung her leg over her sister’s hips, Luna placed her hands on the Sun’s waist and guided her down. Luna’s hands snaked up quickly, reaching around to stroke at the bare princess tummy that was now facing the room.

“Spread your legs,” Luna ordered.

Celestia obeyed. Her slick sex gave away all her feelings, and she jumped when Luna began drawing two fingers over her puffy, wet opening.

“You cannot even take care of the call of your body,” Luna purred. “You need help with that too, don’t you.”

The statement was not a inquiry, and Celestia swallowed before acquiescing to it. “Y-yes...yes mistress, please…”

“Even in your own throne room, at court, you want to be mine?”

Celestia shut her eyes and let the words flow.

“...yes, Mistress…”

Luna’s other hand ran along Celestia’s opposite side, fondling the ropes that bound her until it cupped one breast and began to pinch the tight nipple there. As Celestia gasped, Luna blew on her sister’s hair, pushing Dilly Dally’s braid and the maid’s handkerchief that bound it out over Celestia’s shoulder for all to see.

“Good pet. Mistress approves, and as a reward, you will answer my question.” Luna let the words sink in, enjoying the squirming in her lap as they did. “What do you really want, right now? What would make this situation just perfect?”

Celestia was allowed a moment to collect her thoughts. It was an effort, given the rebellion going on inside her that was demanding she evaporate into a delicious, gooey mist. She hung on that analogy until it occurred to her that there was no reason for any of it to be a battle. The wanton lust banging at the gates of her reason, on this of all days, had no need to be held in check. She arched her back, pushing out her chest for whomever might enter as the sounds of the entrance guards conversing with the first court visitors of the day came to her ears.

With a wordless smile, Celestia gave herself over to her carnal want. With no suppressor ring on her finger, she was able to search the palace with a simple scrying spell and locate her target in mere seconds without having to move from her sister’s lap. When she found it, she summoned a swell of power, popped her ears from the pressure it brought on, and pulled the target object through a teleportation aura to exactly where she wanted it.

Luna felt an unexpected tingling sensation that gave her pause. She glanced down, and in a shimmer of her sister’s sunny magic, a necklace that was nearly identical to the enchanted one Twilight had worn earlier materialized around her neck. Constructed of the same polished onyx and jet with silver settings, the only difference in Luna’s personal version of the accessory was that the holographic pattern on the pendant bore her mark. The power embedded in the device activated the moment it was secure, throwing the night princess off and causing her to grunt as holographic clouds began to race across the pendant’s image. Celestia scooted forward and tugged on the familiar panties Luna wore with her magic, slipping them halfway down Luna’s thighs to make room for the male organ that was already materializing. The submissive sun princess couldn’t help just one mischievous smile, as she watched Luna’s shaft come to life already at full, throbbing attention.

“I knew you were enjoying this too,” Celestia giggled.

“I do not recall insinuating otherwise at any point,” Luna muttered.

Celestia blushed and turned her eyes forward again. “I know, but...it’s nice to see it out in the open.”

Luna instinctively touched her new foreskin to the cleft of Celestia’s rump and began to lightly hump at her. “This is what you desire? To tease your sister?”

Celestia shook her head and twisted her body sufficiently to brush a few fingertips of one bound hand over Luna’s tapered head. “Your pleasure is mine, Mistress. I would be a poor pet if I didn’t put my mistress first, so...I...wish only to be taken and made yours...before the court…”

Luna smiled, warmth taking the cunning out of the gesture. She nabbed Celestia’s hips and straightened her, before reaching up to stroke the Sun’s bobbing hair. “You are an imperfect, fallible pet. But you are learning, and Mistress is pleased with you. You cast a spell without my permission, but your heart was in the right place. You still require correction however, and as a proper slut, that shall come to you in the form of a good, public rutting.”

Luna lifted, and Celestia helped by raising her body up. With a firm grip on her pet’s hips, Princess Luna guided her sister’s wet opening to her waiting tip. Luna teased the Sun for a moment with her probing head, gathering up lubrication from Celestia’s slit before slowly pulling her down. Celestia gasped and tried to hurry the process, but Luna held her back so she could appreciate the gradual disappearance of her spire into her elder sister’s depths. Celestia shut her eyes tightly and whimpered, envisioning the same process as she indulged in the sensation of her sister’s invading sex, spreading her channel out inch-by-delicious inch to accommodate.

“O-ohh…”

“Shh,” Luna cooed, “It is far too late to turn back now. They can all see you. Let it happen.”

It was not necessary to convince Celestia any further, but the words alone brought about another luscious rumble from deep inside her. She gripped the invader lovingly, welcoming her sister inside until Luna’s tip firmly kissed Celestia’s cervix, laying claim to her deepest place. Both princesses shared a communal moan, broken up only by the words of a guard.

“Court will begin now, Celestia.” The man made a point of addressing the sovereign by her given name, and informing her of acts that would occur outside of her control. Celestia nodded weakly.

“Sh-show...show them i-in...please…”

Celestia’s senses had dulled to the point that she could glean little of her appearance of her visitors until they got close. Suffice to say, both men were dressed in the matter of well-off vendors, somewhere at the upper echelons of the social ladder bordering on aristocracy. The twin vermillion baldrics they wore bore the label of a local business, suggesting they were likely partner entrepreneurs.

One man offered a sweeping bow. “Your Highness! How nice to see you guiding your pet through her paces with such an appropriately rough hand today.”

Luna did not reply, save to lightly swat her sister’s backside, prompting Celestia to answer instead.

“Y-yes! Thank for n-noticing how my mistress treats me, S-sir!”

The other man smiled and nodded approvingly. “And so attentive she is to her betters, too. Surely her training is coming along well.”

Celestia’s bobbing intensified. “Ngh...h-how...how may I serve you both today…?”

“If you weren’t busy with your owner, I could certainly think up some good ways!” The first man said with no hesitation. Rather than being offended by the comment, Celestia smiled encouragingly and waited to be told the answer to her question.

The second man removed his wide-brimmed hat and held it to his chest as he thoughtfully stroked his handlebar mustache. He spoke as though the conversation were quite casual. “Well you see slut, after your lewd display to the public this morning, my associate and I began to think about the best way to generate revenue through exploiting you.”

“Indeed,” the partner agreed, “but there seems to be some disagreement over the best way to go about it.”

“Y-you...you don’t, ahh...s-say…”

“And we thought, who better to help us with this exploitation than the depraved bitch who’s clearly begging for it to happen anyway?”

Rhythmic squishing noises came to Celestia’s ears. “O-of course, ngh, yes...q-quite logical...Sir…”

“Right then,” the hatless man spoke. “I suggested we sell tickets to your next public display. Who wouldn’t want to enjoy watching our princess fuck the living daylights out of her pet before a crowd like that?”

“Bah,” the other man cut in. “What good would a ticket do when everyone in the city was watching this morning anyway, and could just as easily watch next time?”

“Because we own a shop with a tall tower right nearby!” The first man insisted. “We wouldn’t be selling tickets to see this pretty bitch get nailed at all, we’d be selling them for the best seats in the house! Granted no tower in town is as tall as the spires of the palace, but ours is still the tallest that’s anywhere near that balcony!”

The other man waved his hands gregariously. “I still feel my idea will be more lucrative in the long run. Listen here now, just listen here. I say we take pictures of the princess’s pet in action and use them to make souvenirs! Postcards, wall-hangings, custom leashes and collars for dogs...why we could even put her on mugs! Wake up every morning to sip your favorite brew from the lovely flower of our favorite whore!”

Luna washed her panting breaths over Celestia’s ear, and leaned in to whisper under the din of the bickering pair. “Remember that this spell took weeks to craft, Pet. All of which they speak shall be gone from their minds tomorrow, including any ‘evidence’ they may choose to record.”

Celestia’s own panting deepened. She struggled against her bonds, wishing that she could fondle her own breasts right then and there. Luna took the cue and brought both her hands up to do it for her sister. Celestia leaned back and let loose another moan loud enough to draw the attention of both men.

“Oh? Did you have something to say, Slut?”

“Looks to me as though she’s getting even more wet just thinking about pictures of her spreading to all corners of Equestria.”

“Or it could be that she’s excited about having so many eyes that much closer to her the next time she performs!”

Celestia ground her hips into her sister, rolling them against her in waves. “Y-you just...ohh...c-came up with the answer yourselves...j-just now…”

The men looked confused. Celestia elaborated without being prompted, freed by the spell over them to make any claims she desired.

“I-it...pleases me to p-put on a good show f-for you all...nghahh...i-it would be good to include th-those subjects who cannot be here today...and to have my mistress’s pet on display in their homes...y-you should pool your ideas and exploit me twofold...ahnn…”

Mutual lightbulbs appeared before the heads of both partners. “Of course!” One cried, “that’s simply brilliant!”

The other nodded his head at the dais. “Thank you for your ingenuity, Princess Luna. Tell us, will your pet be performing on the balcony again today?”

Luna was sweating, but in contrast to her pet was quite calm. “Not today, my subjects.”

With heads for business that would not be easily deterred, neither man remained crestfallen for long. The one with the hat went through a pack strapped to his back and soon game up with a colorful box that was unmistakably a camera.

“Would you mind then, Your Highness, if we snapped a few shots of your pet now? We could spread them around town a bit and see what kind of interest they generate!”

Luna gripped her sister’s hips again and rammed them down, stretching Celestia’s insides as she slammed hard into her. “What do you say to them taking pictures, Pet?”

Celestia’s mind whited out - for an instant, she was nothing but a stiff toy for her mistress’s pleasure. Passion that had been welling up collected in her brain, directing her words.

“Y-yes! Please! S-spread them all o-over, so everyone can see what a g-good pet I am!” Th-thank youuuoohh!”

The vendors obliged, and Celestia closed her eyes to bask in the flashing fireworks display behind her eyelids that flared every time the camera captured her. The images may be gone the next day, but for now Celestia could revel in reducing her own reputation to fit the role her loving sister had crafted for her. She gyrated her body, rolling her hips again and throwing her head back to tousle her hair and make a good show. The cries came to her naturally, and as climax erupted within, it was as though she believed she could imprint her shrill squeals on the very walls for posterity. Luna pushed her forward slightly, and had it not been for her sister’s hands roughly kneading her breasts, Celestia’s lack of arm control might have sent her spilling off the entire dais.

“Let us have them record your breeding as well, bitch,” Luna rumbled. With that, she drilled her sister with abandon upon Celestia’s own throne, photographs snapping away, until the need for Luna to empty herself became too much to bear. With a great cry, the Princess of the Night ranmmed her sister to the core, holding herself in the ideal breeding position as she flooded Celestia’s womb with another unchecked gift of thick semen.

Luna’s muscles slackened, and she had to pull Celestia against her to keep the Sun from falling. In no position to talk, Celestia cooed against her sister’s breast like a child while Luna filled the heads of the two entrepreneurs with all manner of encouragement to copy and circulate the photos, before finally sending the pair on their way. As the men departed, Luna spied a short line of other subjects with matters of their own to bring to court at the gates. She cast a glance at her sister.

Celestia was a hot, panting mess with the dreamy look of a freshly deflowered young lady a hundredth her age. It was glaringly obvious that she was in no condition to receive another subject. Luna huffed and twirled her sister’s maid-braid around her finger, the Sun looking on with abject adoration on her face as Luna made a decision.

“It seems that I will have take further matters into my own hands.”

Luna removed her enchanted necklace, and the pair mutually felt the sensation of her throbbing shaft vanishing from within Celestia’s channel. With a wave of her magic, Luna returned her sister’s panties to their prison beneath her own black lace, leaving only her pet’s secrets exposed. She then repositioned Celestia to a cozier snuggling position, where the Sun could use Luna’s breast as a pillow without having to contort herself. Allowing her sister a brief respite, Luna handled the next two court matters - both petty disputes with participants who could not ‘see’ what was really going on.

As the second group dispersed, Luna caught snippets of lewd conversation concerning her sister’s performance on the balcony from those few subjects still waiting to be seen. Clearly they harbored designs on Celestia, and Luna knew the time was therefore right. She held up one hand and signalled the gate guards for a ten-minute recess.

When the main doors were closed, Luna turned her attention to the remaining guards. Each man, resplendent in his parade armor, stood erect and silent, despite the bulges Luna could clearly see in a few pairs of uniform trousers. She found herself developing a new appreciation for the discipline of solar guards, for not a single man among them had so much as grunted since court began, despite the obvious fact that a few had lewd thoughts on their minds. Luna had chosen not to chastise them during court for the few times they had broken decorum to glance at the throne. Celestia’s fantasies were quite voyeuristic, after all.

With their captain off to tend the gates, not a single guard present in the throne room held an officer’s rank, with one or two handling themselves as though they were less than a year out of basic training. It was customary to place a tiny smattering of recruits in with the palace guard for a shift here and there, to give them a measure of on the job experience.

Luna grinned. The deployment could not have been timed better.

“You there,” Luna addressed the nearest guard, “face me.”

The guard did as double-take to ensure she was talking about him, and then turned to face the dais uncertainly. It was irregular for grunt-level guards to be spoken to directly during court, and Luna’s gruff manner was quite unfamiliar to this man, who had barely so much as met the night princess before.

“Your Highness?”

Luna knew the magic would encourage the man’s honestly, but given it would not utterly compel him, she softened her approach. She indicated the sun princess. “I require your...opinion. If this were laying upon you, what would you do with it?”

The man tilted his head. “Your pet? She’s quite lovely, Your Highness. If I had some time alone with her, I’d probably bend her over the balcony railing again and knock her up myself. She’d look even better with a swollen tummy.”

Luna noted the ease with which the guard replied. Despite his prior uncertainty, he was presenting the lewd commentary as though it were commonplace. Luna nodded and pointed to the base of the dais. “Approach and remain there.”

The young guard obeyed. Luna systematically tested every guard with a similarly ambiguous question. Those who gave mundane, chaste answers were dismissed to other assignments or put on birthday-celebration patrol duty. Those who clearly harbored a willingness to defile their princess were made to stand with the first man. When only the two princesses and the milling guards remained, Luna inspected the group and made a face.

“Only three?” She observed rhetorically. “Devotion to a spouse or lover I can understand, but it seems my sister’s defenders take the virtual of a pure heart to an entirely different level.” She shrugged. “Ah, no matter. The fewer there are, the fewer my pet with have to remember to approach when this is all over. Perhaps we will do this at night sometime, and test my own guards the same way.”

Luna rolled her eyes to Celestia, who was hovering just above peaceful sleep. Luna’s expression darkened, and she reached around to rake Celestia’s back with her nails. “The time for rest is at an end, Pet. Mistress requires you.”

Celestia lazily arched her back into the scratch like a cat. She wriggled about in her bonds like a fish on a dry deck, but managed to push herself up. Luna paused to enjoy the clenching of Celestia’s trim tummy, that pushed out her breasts all the more as she writhed. The Moon reached out to idly fondle one of them as she spoke.

“Take your station at my side.”

Celestia slipped off her sister’s lap and moved towards the lower throne, but a hard smack on her rump that echoed throughout the chamber stung her backside.

“Know your place!” Luna barked, repeating the blow such that Celestia’s fair skin reddened, and the Sun winced. “Is that place for you?”

Celestia bowed her head. “...no, Mistress.”

“Explain. Loudly so that you can be heard by the guards.”

Celestia turned to the guards and made eye contact. “I am my mistress’s property, below the station of all her subjects, and this seat is not a proper place for me.”

Luna was mollified by her sister’s eloquently crafted response. She steepled her fingers. “Try again. This time look for your proper place, Pet.”

Celestia considered for only a moment, and finally lowered herself to her knees beside her own throne.

“Correct,” Luna stated simply. She then addressed the young guards. “Your rank suggests that none of you have been with us for long. It is likely my sister has not shown you any proper recognition for your service.” She nodded at Celestia. “Take her and make her do so. I will complete the task she is not equal to.”

This time the guards showed no uncertainty. As Luna nodded towards the gate to signal the next court visitors, one guard grabbed Celestia’s arm and yanked her from the dais, causing her to stumble down the steps. A second guard broke her fall by safely catching her, only to spin her around and present her to the others to feast their eyes upon. Luna noticed the three bulges surrounding her sister, grinned, and whispered a contraception spell just before the approaching courtiers pulled her away to engage in pleasant conversation, most of which was centered around her pet’s recent public performances.

Celestia couldn’t help her bewilderment. Being cast about like a toy by her sister during their ‘play’ was one thing, but being manhandled by a trio of her own guards was positively foreign. In all her years, she had never truly considered being at the mercy of heavy, masculine hands on her slighter frame. She was the Princess of the Sun, immortal and powerful to the point that being accosted by anyone at all was simply inconceivable. Even as they groped her she could have laid the three guards out with a mere gesture, but there was one deeply rooted truth to the situation that the Sun could not deny.

Princess Celestia could have stopped them. But she didn’t want to.

The Sun quickly found herself on her knees, at eye level with three prominent bulges. To their credit, the virile and eager guards all waited; sending instead a silent directive to their former sovereign as to what they expected from her next. Celestia attempted to reach for the nearest fly, but a moment of struggling reminded her that her arms were still securely bound, and she would not escape this situation with mere manual pleasure. She had never before thought to be grateful for the quality of the zippers in royal guard trousers until she began working one with her teeth. It slipped down without a snag and she rooted about within, filling her pert nostrils with the young guard’s scent until his stiff erection sprang forth to bap her between the eyes in greeting. She welcomed it into the fresh air of the throne room for the first time by nuzzling it affectionately with her cheek, and then providing it with a firm lick from base to tip, flicking thrice over the guard’s sensitive foreskin. Celestia was rewarded with another twitch and bap, this time upon her forehead.

Pet Celestia paid her respects to each junior guard in this way, until three curved spires had her surrounded in all directions. Without hands to keep them occupied, she was required to hop to a spirited pace, enveloping each throbbing tip and milking each shaft for but a moment before moving to the next one. The effect was unintended teasing, and the guards exacted penance for it by prodding her cheeks and hair, matting her in places with bulbs of their pre-seed. One eventually took initiative over the others and placed his hands on Celestia’s head, holding her still as he inserted himself to the hilt. He held himself there but a moment, pulling out only long enough to make it clear that Celestia was to take a breath before he pacified her again.

“Ngh…” The guard muttered, “Not a bad fuck. She’d be a great one for that whorehouse over on fifth street.”

Another guard, who was painting Celestia’s cheek again, replied. “How would you know? You ain’t even fucked her yet!”

“I haven’t had a blowjob in a while. I’m enjoying it!”

“Yeah you do that.” The guard paused to remove his tip from the scene, and Celestia waited patiently while still milking the one in her mouth. “Hey Sully, you want this whore’s pussy or her ass?”

The third guard lowered to his knees and began to openly grope Celestia’s left breast. “You had the pussy last time we brought one to share. This one’s so low that she’s free, but that don’t change that it’s still my turn.” The guard flicked his fingers over a taut nipple and drew close to Celestia’s ear. “How about it, Babe? You wanna feel my cock in you, right? Your boobs don’t lie. Your mistress ain’t really ‘forcing’ you, is she? You wanna fuck us so bad, you’d be crawling in our bunks at the barracks waking us up if we were there right now, yeah?”

“Mm…mmhmm…” Celestia assented, eyes forward and focused on her meal as it slipped in and out.

The kneeling guard slapped Celestia’s rump roughly. “Pull offa that thing and tell me how much you want me to fuck you without a condom.”

Celestia obeyed, but she continued to nuzzle the penis that had been in her mouth to show her willingness to welcome it back again. “P-please take me, Sir...fill me with your unprotected seed, I want it so much…” The standing guard silenced her again by reinserting himself, bringing the Sun again down to his hilt.

“That’s a good bitch.”

Celestia didn’t know which of them had said that, but it hardly mattered. There was a rustling of clothes, and soon they were all on her, exploring every inch with their hands and bulbous cockheads. The one in her mouth came down to his knees, lowering her head even as she felt her body being lifted so another man could slide under her. From his new position, the guard that had made her speak was biting her neck, leaving hickeys that would last several days as both his hands began to explore her maidenly bosom. Celestia couldn’t account for the third man, but that changed as soon as she felt the tip of a penis glistening over both her holes at the same time.

It was all Celestia could do to keep from crying out as they pierced her. She arched her back for her invaders, pushing out her rump and moaning only softly against the penis in her mouth, offering him the pleasant vibrations from the sound. The guards continued to speak of her mediocre prowess - how she had potential, but could benefit from time as a proper streetwalker. In her mind she envisioned being bought and sold by commoners until she felt two sets of hands direction her penetration - one upon her hips and the other on her thighs. She rolled into the man below her, as the one at her backside matched the depth of his penetration.

“Mmmf…”

Celestia caught snippets of conversation from court. The issues were minor, and she felt her blush deepen when she recognized most of the casual conversation had to do with taking pictures of her or borrowing her for social events. Luna even agreed to allow representatives from different cities to parade her sister all over the country, knowing that every promise would be forgotten on the morrow.

Princess Celestia’s heart skipped a beat - if there had been heart-shaped pupils in her eyes to denote a love potion, nobody would have thought her actions any different. She undulated her hips, gripping her beloved invaders through both holes and slapping her rump in time with their thrusts until the wet noises were loud enough to be heard out in the hall. Grunts that matched the pulsing within her told the Sun that her lovers were close. She bathed them in her wet affection as she tightened the seal of her lips to encourage the one who owned her words. He took over the thrusting again, holding her still and obliging her to caress every wild stroke that he gifted her with. He was the first to offer Celestia her reward, which he sent down her throat in long, salty bursts after jamming himself in far enough to tickle her uvula. The Sun did not gag, as was her training at the hands of her mistresses.

Celestia felt them seed her rump next. The guard at her backside dug his fingers into her yielding hips and rammed her hard, heedless of resistance. She winced, but such was her degradation that she relaxed her rump and let him all the way in, to fill her cavity with slippery semen and stake his claim.

When her mouth and rump were finally set free, the retreating guards helped themselves to the rest of the show. Like a common whore, Celestia rode the man beneath her, shamelessly crying out as he brought her to a rolling climax and then one more, her mind losing track of where one ended and another began. He wasn’t as girthy or as long as Luna’s magically-summoned counterpart, but Celestia reveled in opening herself to him anyway; showing that she was truly at the mercy of the lowliest among her own guard to bring her to blissful release. She heard one of them whisper a command, and with her eyes turned to the ceiling, she obeyed by declaring to them each time he made her boil over into orgasm. After rocking her no less than four times, the guard finally tightened his vice grip on her thighs and held her at the deepest point of penetration.

For the first time in all her memories, Celestia’s womb received the seed of a man who was neither royal, noble, nor even bore a name Celestia knew. He exploded his pent-up load inside her, creating a memory that would linger with his princess for ages to come.

Celestia fell gratefully into the arms of the lowly guard. He wrapped her in a hug, and she melted into him such that the bejeweled tiara upon her head made them look like a dirty couple engaged in roleplay. She remained there as the second and third guards each lifted her chin and inserted themselves into her for cleaning - a trained response that she was happy to provide. They took their time of it, catching their breath and enjoying the afterglow until Luna dismissed the day’s last courtier. At the Moon’s behest, the guards then hauled Celestia to her feet, sweaty and leaking, to bring her before her mistress.

Luna rose, beckoning her pet to step up the dais only far enough to pet her head. “Did you enjoy my property, gentlemen?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Been wantin’ to do that forever.”

“Can we fuck her again sometime, Your Highness?”

“Perhahps,” Luna grinned in reply, remembering the forgetfulness veil. “Perhaps.” She gazed down at her pet, who returned the look with an adoring gaze.

Celestia’s sensual reverie was broken by the sound of tapping footsteps that were too light for a guard. A familiar voice accompanied them, and Celestia turned to find Twilight Sparkle there at the main gates. Without her enchanted necklace, she was otherwise dressed as before in one of Celestia’s sun dresses, but her bonnet was suspiciously absent.

“Did I miss anything good?”

Luna invited the three guards to remain, and replied wryly as they went about cleaning themselves up. “I suspect you missed nothing Twilight Sparkle, considering your skill with scrying. Found some private place to enjoy the show, I suspect?”

Twilight grinned. “Nope! Or rather I found a place, but there was nothing private about it. The folks at the bistros all along the market district sure enjoyed a show with their lunch!”

Celestia let out a coo, and Twilight’s attention turned to her. She stepped lightly across the throne room and past Celestia up the dais, reaching down to ruffle the Sun’s hair. “Do you like that thought, Pet? That the whole market district got to enjoy watching you be driven crazy by three of your own guards? You should have heard how many of them wished they were doing you too. Even some of the ladies wanted you!”

Celestia smiled sheepishly and squirmed her approval. “I thought that you just didn’t want to come with us…”

“Twilight was on reconnaissance it seems,” Luna surmised.

Princess Celestia, who ought to have ended all this the moment it started, only grinned demurely. She watched Luna step over to her own throne this time and sit, leaving the highest perch vacant.

“Oh,” Twilight said suddenly. “I’ll take that.”

Celestia’s student reached in and simply plucked her mentor’s crown right off her head. She then threaded it through her own violet locks, adjusted it a few times, and relaxed on Celestia’s throne. “What do you think? Looks a lot prettier on me, wouldn’t you say?”

Celestia feasted her eyes on the dreamy image of her student usurping her. “Yes...yes Mistress. Much more beautiful and proper.”

Twilight lounged, lazily lifting her fingers to summon a magic glow. “And I got you something that will be pretty and appropriate on you, too!”

Celestia watched as an outfit appeared floating before her. It was maid’s garb, but the only thing it had in common with anything a palace maid would ever don is that it was black and white. The skirt was divided in the front straight up to the belly, and it was cut so low that it seemed intended to only support the breasts, not cover them. It came with a frilly comb for the hair and a pair of fishnet stockings, and was studded throughout by small metal rings to conveniently yank the wearer about.

The Sun swallowed. “M-Mistress, you’re too kind. It’s marvelous.”

Twilight flicked her wrist, and Celestia felt her rope harness vanish in just enough time to grab the dress as it was tossed at her. She took her time slipping into it, and much as Celestia suspected, found that the ensemble left each breast and her womanhood totally exposed. When it was in place, she twirled around freely, the skirt billowing and her leash whipping along with the jiggle in her chest.

“Princess Luna,” Twilight began, “I got pretty wet watching our pet be taken by the guards. Do you think my stained panties are her fault?”

“Indubitably,” Luna replied.

Twilight snapped her fingers. Before her materialized the panties she had been wearing all day, coated in her scent and stained in all the most arousing places. She gestured, and the panties floated over to Celestia, who knew to open her mouth as they wadded themselves up and slipped past her lips, gagging her soundly. “That’s better. Now we can celebrate!”

Twilight clapped her hands like a princess, and several kitchen staff wheeled in a glorious cake of pink and white, trimmed with pastel accents that matched Celestia’s hair. It was constructed of three tall tiers, and just barely outmatched Celestia in height from atop its cart. The servants quickly departed without doing anything else, leaving Celestia with a look of confusion. Twilight handled the question she knew her mentor was harboring.

“Why should a kitchen staffer do your job, Pet? It’s your birthday, isn’t it? Don’t you owe it to your mistresses to spend it in our service?”

Celestia bowed sweetly and murmured against her gag. With an enthusiasm to rival young Dilly Dally, she daintily moved to the cart and organized plates for the two princesses plus the three guards. The only servant in the roomful of her superiors, Celestia did not prepare a slice for herself; instead going about the manual task of carving the cake without using magic. The guards and princesses enjoyed separate conversations while their maid politely served them their after-sex treats, bowing with each service and accepting another few slaps on the rump as she went.

Twilight levitated her plate to eye level and examined it. “I think we should get our pet some proper maid training. Look at how jagged this is. A princess like me expects perfection.”

Luna spoke between bites. “When this is all over, we’ll bring Dilly Dally into the fold as our pet’s handler and trainer. I’m sure the young kitten will be pleased with that. What’s more, I get to introduce a new player to our little game all over again, as you were once introduced.”

Twilight had a wry smile on her face, but she couldn’t help but raise a brow at the sincere tone behind Luna’s words. “All that talk…” she mused, “...we’re not really going to share her, are we?”

Luna couldn’t help a playful grin. “Does the idea of some commoner playing with your beloved mentor bother you, Twilight Sparkle?”

Twilight blew on a wayward tress of her locks and huffed. “...maybe.”

Luna chuckled. “You wear your heart on your sleeve as much as my sister does. Do not fear. I have no more intention of sharing our pet with the populace as we discussed before this began. A princess learns to value sincerity over honesty however - in other words, if you act like you believe in your words, so will others. Had you going, did I not?” She didn’t wait for Twilight to reply. “You can’t tell me that just the thought of that one little maid doesn’t excite you on some level.”

Twilight only blushed in reply. She turned her head to find Maid-Celestia patiently waiting for her next orders. “Oh, I guess it’s time for your dessert to, huh Pet? Well, you get to earn yours.” Twilight flared her magic simply because it was easier, and blinked her sundress back to Celestia’s closet without so much as getting up. Lounging naked upon her mentor’s throne with a slice of cake, Twilight spread her legs and patted her lap.

“Heel, Pet. Come and get your treat.”

Celestia was huddled before her student and her own throne in a flash. Like a good pet she dared not alter the outfit that was chosen for her, thus she could do little but turn a shameful, helpless gaze up to her new ruler.

Twilight giggled. “I just wanted to see you make that face. It’s so adorable.” In another pulse of magic Celestia’s panty gag was gone, freeing her to eagerly press her lips to Twilight’s already aroused sex.

Twilight set her plate aside and cooed as she sat back. “Mmh, I could get used to this.”

“Mayhaps we can do it again sometime,” Luna said, pointing poignantly at nothing with her fork. “Provided such a spell can be recreated.”

Twilight considered the proposal. “Not anytime soon. It’s not good for a person’s mind to have their perceptions altered by magic so often. Plus the more times we do it, the more chance a loose end will get missed.”

Luna nodded. “Indeed. Our pet will have many new friends to service in the meantime. But you surprise me with your willingness to enchant them all on this scale, Twilight Sparkle.”

Twilight smiled warmly. She stroked Celestia’s hair with great affection as the new maid did her duty, toying with Dilly Dally’s braid that had been left in the Sun’s hair. “Everyone will be fine...and I’d do anything to make our pet happy.”

Luna mimicked Twilight’s smile. “As would I. Happy birthday, my elder sister.”

“Mmhh,” Celestia grunted as she buried her tongue inside her beloved student. The day was one that may or may not ever come again, but the promise of its legacy and the many nights to come was enough to renew the Sun’s vigor. She traced the walls of her lover and flicked over Twilight’s button before plunging in for a second sweet treat.

Twilight squirmed. “Ngh...definitely won’t ever get tired of this…”

Luna grinned. “Scratch behind her ears. When she’s on her haunches like that she practically purrs.”

The princesses continued their banter until their plates were empty, Twilight occasionally touching Celestia’s head to slow her pace. The ‘current’ Princess of the Sun wanted a lingering warmth between her legs and saw no need to rush things. The situation might have remained that way all afternoon, had the gates not suddenly parted without warning from the guards. The attention of the entire room was drawn to the entrance, save for that of the immortal maid, who stayed true still to her task.

Bedecked in the finery of a traveling princess, none other than the sovereign of the Crystal Empire crossed the threshold of Canterlot Palace’s great hall. Her bouncing, colorful curls framed her porcelain face with a typically bright glow, and in one hand Cadance carried a gift bag done up in the marks and colors of the most regal Crown Princess Celestia.

“Celestia! Luna!” Cadance babbled cheerfully. “I hope you don’t mind me asking the guards not to announce me, but I wanted it to be a surprise and I’m so happy to see you both! The city is done up so beautifully today - it’s just so heartwarming to know how Equestria loves its crown princess so! Happy birthday, and--”

Whatever was in the gift box intended for Celestia thankfully made no shattering sound when it fell from Cadance’s grasp. Cadance halted as it rooted to the spot by the icy north of her lands, her thoughts and words screeching off the tracks as the breakman in her head yanked on them. A half-eaten cake and three royal guards standing about nonchalantly were set before a backdrop of Princess Luna in a corset, Cadance’s sister-in-law in her birthday suit with a crown atop her head, and the lady of the hour on her knees, wearing a collar and a maid uniform that left nothing to the imagination while performing an act that was most certainly not standard procedure for a day at court.

Twilight stared. Luna coughed lightly. Celestia enjoyed her dessert.

“Wha...you...this...what in...th-throne room…” Cadance babbled, as if about to shatter like the substance her homeland was named for.

“This, um,” Twilight attempted, “this isn’t...well okay it is, but…”

Luna seemed uncertain, but Twilight’s reaction told her that the response from Princess Cadance was not a ruse, as it had been when Twilight had done it in the round courtyard earlier. Subconsciously the Moon fished about for her cloak and draped it over herself. “Princess Cadance, I shall explain of course...Princess Cadance…?”

Cadance neither moved nor spoke, even when Luna lifted up a plate with her magic and waved it in front of the newcomer.

“Twilight Sparkle,” Luna ahemed. “Precisely how probable do you believe it is that Princess Cadance was in our fair city at the time the spell was cast?”

Twilight shook her head like a robot. “...not...very probable at all.”

Luna cleared her throat again. “Do you suppose she does the same thing with your brother? Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, after all.”

“I...have no idea.”

Celestia slowed, and her eyes filled with concern. Luna reached over to put her hand on her sister’s head to keep her from turning it. She stroked it soothingly. “This is not your concern, Pet. Trust in your Mistresses.” She then pushed her sister’s nose back into Twilight’s crotch. “My,” Luna grinned. “It is shaping up to be a remarkable day. Truly remarkable indeed. Judging by the fact that your sister-in-law has chosen not to flee, Twilight Sparkle...perhaps we will be sharing our beloved pet just a little bit, after all..”

The birthday banners above Canterlot palace swayed lazily in the late afternoon breeze. In all her days both prior and hence, Princess Luna’s statement was one with which her sister found that she could never disagree.