A Night on the Leash

Music thumped through the walls of the corridor, quick and insistent, barely muffled by the dark door ahead. It was barely quieter than the pounding of Lotus's heart in her ears. She gripped the chain leash with both hands tightly, trying to control her own nervousness as she ran through their precautions in her head.

Celestia had a non-verbal emergency signal. Two quick stamps, and they'd get her out of there. That didn't excuse the two of them from watching her closely for signs of distress, but it helped. Another emergency signal that they hadn't shared with the Princess was a sharp whistle from either of them; one of the staff ponies was standing by to kill the lights on the whole dance floor, and they'd hustle Celestia out. She had to feel like she could be exposed at any moment, but her well-being was the first and highest principle that Lotus and Aloe had to adhere to; if it ever seemed things were going bad, she'd be out and safe before she knew it.

The club knew that she was an important pony, so they'd helped arrange the necessary precautions - it wasn't the first time they'd needed such contingencies. If any of the staff ever guessed that this wasn't just any noble or celebrity, but the Princess... well, they knew better than to voice that kind of guess aloud.

Aloe tugged gently on her leash; the twins each had a length of chain connected to Celestia's collar. The blindfolded, gagged mare stepped closer obediently. Her glorious tits were on full display, heavy and full, the whiteness of her skin all the more stark against the liquidly black bodysuit that covered her like a second skin. Her ass and cunt were bared, to be touched and groped and used, but her distinctive tail was enclosed in a narrow leathery cylinder that kept twitching upwards as she lifted it instinctively. Her wrists were bound together behind her, rendering her hands useless. Other than her breasts, ass and cunt, not an inch of skin was on display, her face rendered anonymous by the full hood and mask that coated it. Black, rubbery strips dangled down her back from the back of the hood, giving her a imitation mane to pull and yank on. The sunbursts painted on her thighs looked even more bright against the blackness of the suit.

"It's time. Deep breath," Lotus instructed Celestia. The handle turned under her hand, and a thunderous wash of music and light flooded the narrow corridor. No turning back, now. With her sister by her side and her head held high, Lotus stepped out into the main dance floor, drawing their slave after them.

Ponies danced and gyrated everywhere, mirrors and smoke making the dance floor feel even more packed than it really was. There was an incredible array of dancers, from those intricately clad in fetish wear to those nearly naked, mares and stallions alike, grinding and rubbing together to the beat. The trio had emerged from an unobtrusive side-door, and no pony had yet noticed their arrival.

Definitely too late for second thoughts. Lotus took a tight hold of her courage, nodded at Aloe, and gestured over the heads of the crowd at the topless mare waiting at the edge of the stage. The green haired pony nodded back, and stepped up to the centre of the raised platform. A spotlight snapped on, outlining her, and the music faded to a momentary hush. Raising her voice, she called out brightly, "Good evening, everypony! Are you all having a fun time?"

A chorus of cheers rang out, dancers pausing to wave their hands in the air enthusiastically. Lotus glanced down at the floor, and tugged gently on Celestia's leash to draw her a half-step forward, onto the taped mark on the floor.

"You know me, I'm Bubble Berry," the mare went on brightly, twisting her hips to the side to show off the purple bubbles marking her thighs under the comically tiny skirt she wore, "and I'm your hostess tonight here at the Bolt Hole. As always, we're giving out free water and protectives, so if you're getting too hot in any sense, just let us know and we'll help!" She gave a salacious wink, clasping her hands together and capturing her breasts between her arms. "We have a special guest this evening, under the tender loving care of those wonderful twins that are always ready to help work out your kinks, so please welcome, all the way from Canterlot Castle, Princess Celestia!"

A second spotlight snapped on, drenching Celestia and her twin owners in light. A wave of laughter and applause swept the crowd, with a scattering of catcalls. 'She raises more than just the sun!' 'Looks like she's ready to moon us!'

Celestia was frozen to the spot, completely rigid, her breath whistling harshly through the nostril holes of the mask as she hyperventilated in terror. Lotus drew closer, and hissed, "It's okay! No pony will believe it's really you!" Turning back to the crowd, Lotus grabbed one of the Princess's outthrust breasts and called out loudly, "We're here to show you what it looks like when royalty really serves commoners! Seriously, though, if the Princess ever hears about this, she'll toss us in a dungeon so deep it'll take a year just for us to finish bouncing down the steps, so let's keep this costume on the low, okay?"

Another wave of laughter ran through the crowd. Bubble Berry gestured and the secondary spotlight flipped off, then she made a couple more quick announcements before bowing away from the stage, letting the music rise to its former level.

Lotus's hammering heart slowed just a little as the dimness returned, and both she and Aloe flanked Celestia, stroking their hands up and down her latex-clad sides and murmuring soothing words. "It's fine. It's exciting. A whole crowd of ponies, looking at you, looking at your body. They can see you're a slut, a fuckdoll for your owners. That's good. This is what you want. You want everypony to see what a depraved, eager cunt you are."

Little by little, Celestia's quick, short breaths slowed, growing softer and deeper. Her chest rose and fell steadily under Lotus's hand, and she finally murmured a soft, low, "Mmm," of agreement.

Peripherally aware of a current of movement towards them through the swaying, gyrating ponies, Lotus wasn't particularly surprised when a tall, pale blue unicorn mare emerged into the little bubble of space around them, drawing a grey stallion on a chain after her. The stallion wore nothing more than his small loincloth and collar, exposing chiselled muscles, and Lotus was fairly sure he was a guard at the palace.

Probably better not to let Celestia know that right away.

"My my," the mare purred throatily. "What a wonderful specimen you've found. A pegasus, with curves like these? Where have you been keeping her?"

"All to ourselves," Lotus replied playfully. Celestia's curves were pretty exceptional to start with, and for a pegasus, she'd be outstanding. Maybe they should have hidden her wings instead. "Are you eyeing her up for a catwalk, Silver Star?"

The slender mare was both a model, and a manager of other models. With a click of her tongue, she visibly assessed Celestia's body, then gestured in a circular motion. "Have her turn around, would you darlings?"

Aloe took the initiative, tugging on her leash. Celestia pivoted obediently, even arching her back a little to push out her ass. Her tightly bound wings flexed against their bands. Silver Star took a pace to the left, humming thoughtfully under her breath, then reached out towards Celestia and gave Lotus a brief questioning look.

"Go ahead and touch her," Lotus confirmed. "She's a cheap whore, and she's been paid to show off her ass and cunt tonight."

"Cheap, hm?" Silver spread her hands over Celestia's bare ass, kneading firmly, then smacked one cheek firmly and watched it jiggle. "I can see why a white pegasus with curves made you think of the Princess, but honestly, her ass is far too large for royalty. Or the catwalk, for that matter. Apparently, even a cheap whore can afford too many cakes."

Lotus giggled aloud as Celestia's masked head rose, with just a hint of indignation in her body language. "Same thing with her tits, don't you think?" she encouraged Silver Star. "She'd explode your outfits. I think she looks better showing them off for touching and fucking, our well-trained slut."

Silver Star gripped Celestia's hip and pulled, urging the Princess to turn around again. "Better suited for fucking," she agreed. Her smoke-grey eyes flicked to the muscled stallion standing tautly at her side, and her voice dropped into a croon. "You'd like to put your rough hands all over her, wouldn't you? It's not as though you'll ever get to touch me."

His barrel chest rose and fell with a deep breath, before he replied quietly, "I would, Mistress."

Lotus cocked her head curiously, idly running her fingers up Celestia's inner thigh to tease her pale skin where the cut-out exposed her cunt. "You're not letting him touch you?"

Silver Star tossed her head with an arrogant smile. "I chain him down before I ride him. He is learning restraint. A brute like him doesn't know how to handle a mare of my elegant stature. But he'd be quite suited to handling your curvy slut. If I may?"

Aloe wrapped her arms around Celestia's left arm, hugging it against her lace-clad body, and kissed the taller mare's upper arm. "A little bit," she agreed playfully. "Just hands, though. She's already been thoroughly fucked this evening."

A wordless groan came from the Princess's facemask, muffled by her gag. A faint pink blush coloured the upper slopes of her chest, and Lotus giggled with delight. "Oh, she's embarrassed! That's so cute. Go ahead, Silver."

"Well?" Silver Star purred at him. "You must be mad with frustration, working at the Castle, seeing Princess Celestia so far off and untouchable. Don't you want to fuck her?"

He stiffened, and his jaw tightened as he stood a little straighter. "I would never be crude about my Princess," he replied in the same even tone as before.

"Is that so? Because this seems to disagree." Silver Star's hand shot under his loincloth, and gripped. The outline of her hand visibly moved back and forth beneath the dangling cloth that so barely preserved his dignity.

The stallion gasped, swallowing aloud.

"Answering back to your Mistress," Silver Star chided him. "Lying. How unacceptable. Now-" her hand moved lower, gripping firmly, and he froze. "Let me hear the truth. Do you fantasise about Princess Celestia?"

Tensed, he said nothing for a moment. Then, as Lotus saw Silver Star's arm tense with a harder grip, he gasped, "Yes! Yes, Mistress!"

"Yes. All of you do, I'm certain." Her hand moved up and began stroking up and down once more. "Confess what you fantasise about."

"Y-yes, Mistress," he groaned shakily. "Sometimes, when I'm on duty, I-"

"Not to me." Silver Star gripped his chin with her free hand and turned his head towards Celestia. "To her. Forget that she's a fat-assed pegasus whore. Confess to Princess Celestia."

"I couldn't!" he blurted. Then, immediately, a little shame-faced, he contradicted himself, "I - yes, Mistress." Taking a deep breath, he faced the disguised Princess and addressed her, never looking up at her masked face. "I - when guarding you, Princess, I think about-" he swallowed, "-think about you ordering the other guards away. You beckon me. Peel my armour off. You - suck my cock. Rub it with your perfect breasts. Telling me that I am - am your possession, and I must follow all of your orders. Then you get on all fours, and hike up your dress, and order me to - fuck you senseless."

Lotus could barely contain her gleeful delight. Could Celestia recognise the guard by his voice alone? Just how well did she know all of her guards? Certainly not as well as this stallion wanted. And my, how mistaken he was, casting her as the dominatrix... "Not jealous, Silver?" Lotus asked playfully.

"Hardly," the haughty mare snorted. "I own his cock. When I push him down on the bed and strap his wrists to the posts, it isn't her name he cries out, I promise you. Besides, if one of the royal sisters was going to get kinky, it'd be Princess Luna. That is a mare that even I'd consider subbing for."

A muffled giggle of amusement drew Lotus's eye; Aloe was snickering behind her hand. Recovering her composure, the pink pony said earnestly, "If I ever had the chance, I think I'd really enjoy getting to know Princess Luna better. She's very pretty. Though if I had to choose between them, it would be Princess Celestia."

Silver Star laughed, nodding at the slave tethered between them. "I did get that impression. I'd love to see my pet brute fuck your cheap whore's tits sometime."

"Well, maybe we can arrange something sometime," said Lotus coyly. "But don't walk away without letting him handle them at least. He can be as rough as he likes."

"Mm. I actually felt his cock twitch when you said that," Silver Star replied approvingly, withdrawing her hand from beneath his loin cloth. "Go on, brute. Go play with 'Celestia's' breasts. If you get shy in front of an audience, I'll whip you, so show some enthusiasm."

The nameless stallion groaned deeply, nodding his head. Stepping forward, to the limit of the slack on his chain, he replied in a low tone, "As you command, my Mistress. I obey." Broad, lightly calloused hands slid over Celestia's proud, jutting breasts, gathering their soft, full curves into his palms, then began to knead with rough firmness. His eyes closed for a moment as his fingers found their way to her nipples and twisted them. "She has fantastic tits, Mistress. Thank you for ordering me to touch them."

"Not a moan, not a single sound," Lotus told the masked pony gleefully, enjoying Celestia's struggles not to whimper aloud. She could feel the divine mare trembling under her hand with the effort of keeping still and quiet, and with a cruel smile, she slid her hand further down, over the prominent curve of Celestia's ass and between her legs. "Mmm. You're so wet down here," she purred, "you're dripping on my fingers. I know you just love being touched by strangers."

"Not just stallions?" came a voice from beside her. A pair of mares had emerged from the dancing crowd, each dressed in cut-down versions of uniforms a filly might wear to school, though the fabric was stiff and glossily shiny. One of them, pale purple with a curly blonde mane, was smiling brightly at her, though her gaze kept flicking to the bound pony. "Hi, nice to meet you," she added cheerily, curtseying neatly with her tiny skirt and flashing her bare pussy. "After the announcement - that was cute - we just had to come and see her. It's not like we have visits from 'Princess Celestia' every day," she added dryly, making finger quotes, "and when we got close, I was just - oh, my, doesn't she have the most suckable nipples?"

"She does. Like, totally," agreed the other mare.

Nodding her agreement, Lotus glanced at Aloe slyly. "I think they're right, don't you? We should let them find out for sure, though."

"But we don't want to stop Silver Star's stallion from touching her either," Aloe replied brightly. "Would he like to play with her ass instead, Silver?"

It turned out that he would. His firm hands worked over her ass, squeezing and kneading, as the two mares fastened themselves on Celestia's stiff nipples, playing with her breasts with their hands. The Princess herself squirmed helplessly, her hips bucking against the stallion's hands, trying to grind her cunt against something, anything, to relieve the arousal she was being tormented by. Lotus gleefully made it worse, sliding her arm between her latex-coated body and the mares nursing on her to gently rake her nails over Celestia's slick, puffy folds.

Each desperate, muffled whine was music to Lotus's ears. She and Aloe graciously allowed the ponies sucking, smacking and groping Celestia to change places a few times, letting a few more intrigued ponies fondle and touch her. Yes, Lotus agreed with them, Princess Celestia would probably be very cross if she ever found out what was being done in her name. No, they hadn't used any enchantment magic to inflate their slave's curves, it was all natural - a natural-born prostitute, wasn't she? Yes, it was a cute costume, but it wasn't that realistic, she agreed, the whore they'd dressed up wouldn't even be able to squeeze her wide ass into the throne if she tried. Lotus tended to giggle a lot, finding herself enjoying showing off Celestia far more than she'd imagined.

All the abuse being heaped on Celestia was clearly driving her crazy too, her legs weak, unable to contain her wordless, strangled whines. She came explosively over her guard's hand when Silver Star allowed him to caress the bound, gagged slave's cunt, wetness dripping down her thighs and coating his fingers with her fragrant juices, then came again all over the face of a cute, self-effacing mare called Daisy after the twins generously - and after a little good-natured pleading from Daisy - allowed her to lick Celestia out right there on the dance floor. It was only when the Princess swayed dizzily, her breathing loud through the mask's nostril holes, that they waved away the other ponies eagerly awaiting a turn, and guided her to a seat near the front of the chamber, to one side of the stage.

Moving in front of Celestia to block immediate sight of her, Aloe carefully unfastened the gag while Lotus released her bound wrists, and placed a glass of water in the Princess's gloved hands. Surprising Lotus, Aloe leaned down and kissed their captive on the lips through the oval opening in the mask, before asking softly, "Are you okay? Are you too hot?"

The masked pony nodded slowly, easing the glass to her lips and drinking in a series of small swallows until the water was entirely gone. Her tongue flickering over her lips, she replied softly, her voice almost lost under the noise of the music, "Yes, Ma'am. I feel... so enthralled, so obedient. It felt like I was touched forever..." she shivered pleasantly, and while her eyes were hidden beneath the blindfold, Lotus was certain they were glazed in recollection. When her voice came back, it was filled with yearning. "Command me. Punish me, use me... please."

Lotus's eyes flicked towards the stage. The post was there, ready, in case they wanted to use it. With Celestia's discreetly appropriated funds behind them, the Bolt Hole had been more than willing to oblige the 'special guest' the twins had promised would attend with them, in all sorts of ways. All they had to do now was be willing to take the risk. If they didn't, Celestia would never know any different. But then, if they let themselves be scared off giving her the most powerful experience they could, they'd have failed her, wouldn't they?

Plucking the glass from Celestia's hand, Lotus set it aside. "Rise. Not a word," she said with iron firmness. "Not a word from now on until we let you. Not a sound." Aloe's gaze met her own, and her sister glanced out over the busy dance floor before nodding her wordless agreement.

Together, they pulled Celestia forward by the twin chains fastened to her collar. The blindfolded mare stumbled as her foot collided with the first step, her arms jerking outwards in an attempt to balance, but she managed the remainder of the shallow steps upwards without complaint. She'd never seen the room, and couldn't know that she was climbing onto the stage, in full view of the whole dance floor.

In the dim, flickering strobe light, Lotus guided Celestia to stand with her back to the pole, facing the audience. A soft command, and the Princess raised her hands over her head, gasping in quiet surprise as they were bound to the post behind her. The pose forced her to arch her back, thrusting out her chest beautifully. Aloe crouched, pushing Celestia's legs further apart as she buckled her ankles to a broad spreader bar. The Royal Princess, the avatar of the sun, was spread wide for all to see, helpless, utterly at the mercy of any who wanted to use her body.

Of course, that wasn't enough. She had to know how exposed she was, beyond all possible doubt. Lotus idly twisted one of those perfect pink nipples, tugging a short, sharp gasp from the captive mare, and nodded at Aloe. Her sister rose up on her tiptoes, and gripped the side of Celestia's blindfold in readiness.

She must have felt the subtle tug at her mask; Celestia's breathing got faster and shallower, almost whimpering. But she still had no idea what was to come.

Lotus gestured. Bright light flooded over them from above, casting hard shadows and highlights across the bound, glossily coated body of their captive slave. "Hey everypony! I'd like to ask you a quick question!" she called loudly.

Silence spread outwards like a ripple in a pond as the music was faded down, all eyes turning to the mare bound to the pole. Which was when Aloe pulled hard on the blindfold. The pop-release studs came loose one after the other in a staccato flurry, and suddenly Celestia was confronted with an entire dance floor of ponies, all gazing at her with avid curiosity, faces bright with hungry fascination. The chains rattled as she instinctively tried to cover her naked breasts and bared cunt, achieving nothing at all.

Lotus's voice rang out into the quiet, drowning the captive mare's gasp. "Who'd like to see Princess Celestia get her fat tits spanked?" A roar of approval filled the chamber, a rich mix of cheers and shouted lewd comments. Grinning, Lotus stepped back beside Celestia, and with a flourish, Aloe raised her bare hand before bringing it down firmly on the Princess's bounteous chest. A sharp gasp escaped the helpless mare as the crack of skin on skin rang out, followed by a little whimper that only Lotus heard.

The bright spotlight exaggerated the shape of the Princess's body, her proud breasts highlighted by clear white light and contrasting, deep black shadows. The light sparkled off her all-encompassing latex, highlights shifting like the light dancing on rippling water with each little movement of her body. Despite the command to remain silent on the stage, she whimpered again as Aloe left a striking pink handprint across the tender white skin on display, and under the shadows of her mask, her eyes were wide.

Leaning up on her toes, Lotus moved partially behind Celestia, making sure she didn't obstruct the crowd's view. Her arm snaked around Celestia's flank, and slowly, soothingly, her gloved hand began stroking up and down the Princess's inner thighs. As Aloe built a forceful rhythm, every slap sending the captive mare's breasts bouncing, Lotus whispered into her ear. "Sssh. It's okay, beautiful slut. You can do this, my pretty pony. Just keep breathing, nice and deeply, in... and out. That's it. So brave. Good whore. No pony can see your eyes from down there, they're not going to recognise you, but look... look at all these ponies who are so fascinated by you. They're watching you perform for your owners, such an obedient, depraved bitch..."

Her questing fingers found the edge of the cut-out that bared Celestia's sex and stroked the mare's bare skin tenderly, feeling the contrast between silken white skin and the delicate latticework of her own fishnet gloves under her fingertips. "They don't want to see you hurt, my beautiful pony, they want to see you show off all the punishment you can take, they want to see you gladly and willingly give yourself into our hands... I'm so proud," Lotus whispered, aching sincerity seeping into the final words. She looked up into the other mare's masked face.

Just for a moment, Celestia looked away from the hungrily attentive crowd and down at Lotus, and the diminutive spa pony caught a glistening sheen of dampness in the Princess's eyes. Then, purposefully, Celestia lifted her head, chin high, and arched her back against the post, thrusting out her reddened chest.

"...that's so good," Lotus whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Take everything we have to give you. You're on stage, chained up in front of all these ponies, our cheap slut on display, and your tender skin is being smacked and smacked until it's crimson, and you're taking all of it. You're our perfect whore, so beautiful, so depraved, you've cum so many times you can't think straight anymore..." Her fingers, without her consciously intending it, had found their way to the Princess's glistening cunt, and found the elder mare dripping wet, heat radiating from her skin. Her fingertips played up and down Celestia's delicate folds, stroking and gently scratching with her nails in time with Aloe's brutal spanking, feeling the way those shapely hips kept thrusting against her hand.

She didn't want it to ever end.

Aloe had the crowd counting along with her now, each cracking blow of her hand echoed by a score of voices. It sounded as though she was building to a triumphant conclusion, playing to their audience as she showed off the way their captive's milk-white body reddened under the sting of her hand. Lotus's delicate, expert fingers danced over Celestia's tender pussy, teasing and tormenting her clit, whispering in her ear, never letting their gorgeous slave forget for an instant the audience to her degradation.

By the time Aloe finished, the final blow wrenching a jerky gasp from Celestia's lips, the Princess was shuddering with the intensity of her feelings. She barely seemed to notice as Lotus clipped her blindfold back into place, nearly collapsing into the smaller pony's arms as she was released from the pole. The spotlight went out, the music rose, and together, Aloe and Lotus gently guided her off the stage.

There was a kind of trust that went beyond believing in somepony, even beyond having total faith in them. Lotus was certain that if she really wanted to, Celestia could pull a mask over her true feelings in an instant; stand tall, speak calmly, seem completely untroubled by the punishment her tender body had received. Even seem unruffled by her nudity, despite her audience. If she'd chosen to, Celestia could have brazened out Aloe's spanking without showing a single hint of discomfort. She had fought terrible creatures in the past, suffering far worse than she'd experienced in this one night.

Instead, she'd lowered her defences completely. She'd let every moment of the experience in, even when it hurt, even when it overwhelmed her, because she had faith in the two of them. She trusted them enough to let them see her at her most vulnerable, without trying to hide behind her practised masks.

That was something truly precious.