A Night on the Leash

Ponies swirled through the room, dancing and grinding against each other, but thankfully, they held their distance from the trio as the moved around the perimeter of the dance floor, giving the enslaved mare time to recover from her lavish abuse on stage. Lotus flashed an appreciative smile as she saw Silver Star intercept an enthusiastic young mare who seemed to be making a beeline towards them, drawing her into a conversation.

Looking out into the thronged dance floor, Lotus didn't notice the neatly uniformed stallion in the garb of the Bolt Hole's official staff approaching Aloe until he'd handed over the folded note he bore. Keeping her hand reassuringly on Celestia's shoulder, Lotus leaned over to see what the scrap of parchment said, and scented a familiar perfume wafting from it. Oh.

Even before her sister spoke, Lotus's eyes had flicked towards the long mirror that was set into one wall of the dance floor, meeting the unseen gaze behind it.

"It's Lady Rose," Aloe said softly, "she'd like to see us."

"I didn't know she was going to be here this evening," Lotus replied uncertainly, glancing away from the mirror at Aloe.

"I didn't either. But... we could let her see how well trained our pretty pony is, don't you think?" Aloe's blue eyes shifted from Celestia to the mirror, as Lotus's had, then back to the enslaved mare. The colourful lights of the dance floor painted Aloe's face in a dozen different flickering colours, making it harder to read her expression, but to Lotus, who knew her better than anypony, she seemed shyly excited by the opportunity.

Lotus hesitated. She was proud of Celestia, ever so proud - she was sure that the Lady would be ever-so impressed with her. And it would be in a separate room, which made it less risky for Celestia to be played with; they'd taken enough risks for one night already. It was just that she personally didn't want to hand over Celestia's reins, even for a moment.

Aloe crouched by Celestia's side, and explained softly into her ear, "We have an invitation from Lady Rose. She's a really special mare, a wonderful dominatrix. She comes here now and then to hold court in her private room, and only ponies she's really impressed by get invited to come and see her. She's asked to see us before," she added with a trace of satisfaction, "more than once. I'm thinking of showing off your training to her."

A wordless shiver ran through the half-naked mare, and her soft lips parted before she breathed in a low, soft tone that was almost a groan of pleasure, "Anything... you desire..."

You should be thinking of her needs, not yours, Lotus chastised herself. Shaking her head to clear it, she agreed aloud, "Let's. I want to see what she thinks of our pretty pony bitch, don't you?" and watched Aloe's face light up in delight.

Wrapping the chain of the leash around her gloved hand, Lotus tugged Celestia to her feet. Aloe took up the slack with her own chain, and the two of them led the blindfolded Princess across the dance floor towards the far wall, waving to the other dancers as they passed into a narrow corridor. A small door banged closed behind them, cutting off the light and music of the main floor like a switch had been thrown. Even the air was stiller, less filled with the scent of arousal.

The change in environment seemed to confuse Celestia, and Lotus took her hand as they led her around a corner into a little alcove. A tall male blocked their path, standing guard outside the anonymous black door behind him. Aloe held up the note from Lady Rose, and the brawny, muscled stallion in the club's colours nodded his wordless understanding. Knocking once on the door with the back of his knuckles, he stepped aside and made room for them to enter.

The door opened under Aloe's hand.

Beyond the unassuming doorway lay the court of Lady Rose. One wall was mostly taken up with the back of the two-way mirror that dominated the dance floor, flashing, swirling lights flickering through it. Without the sound to accompany it, it seemed dreamily unreal. The rest of the room was scattered with pillows and low benches, though a rack of crops and paddles next to the manacles set into the wall left no doubt of what kind of pleasures ponies were to expect within.

In the centre of the back wall, posed lounging atop a circular mound of cushions, lay the mare herself. Her skin was a soft pink under the dim golden lights, her mane and tail a vivid purple. A long red rose was emblazoned upon each thigh, the thorns as prominent as the petals, and a long horn swept the air as she turned her head. Straps over her shoulders held a pair of latex wings against her back, giving the tall domme the appearance of an alicorn.

On most ponies, trying to look like an alicorn - even as a costume - would look silly. On her, it looked regal. Her accented voice purred through the air, rich with humour.

"So good to see you again, Aloe, Lotus, my dears. And who is this costumed morsel?"

Princess Celestia could barely think.

For as long as she could remember, she'd been careful to carry herself with grace and dignity in front of her ponies. Her personal desires were something she couldn't afford to indulge in, and they'd been pushed aside for so long she'd all but forgotten they had ever even existed. She was the perfect diplomat, ruler, protector. She couldn't afford to be anything else.

Now every hint of her centuries-thick armour had been torn asunder, leaving her far more naked than mere absence of clothing could ever achieve. Her skin was almost painfully sensitive to the touch, every caress drawing white-hot trails across her body. Her mind was filled with smouldering heat that obliterated all thought, seasoned with flickering images of hungry faces gazing at her naked body, of thick, beautiful cocks beneath her hands. Sensations. Her breasts - her tits - tingled and stung with the after-effects of Aloe's spanking. Feverish phantom sensations played over her body, replaying the feeling of being fucked from both ends.

After more than a millennia of self-control, she was utterly at the command of another, and she was overwhelmed with the freedom of it. There was nothing in the world she couldn't do, if she was commanded to do it. She'd cum over and over, and was still hungry for more. She ached for orders, to feel herself helplessly obey. Nothing else mattered.

Then, like a shock of cold water, she heard Cadance's voice.

She was putting on a thick Prench accent, but it was definitely her. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be in the Crystal Empire! She-

A small hand smacked firmly across her bare ass, jolting Celestia out of her thoughts. Another stroked over her bare cunt - she was exposed, she was exposed in front of Cadance - and her eyelids fluttered behind her blindfold. A shudder ran through her, stiffening her nipples, goosebumps rising beneath her slick suit. She'd missed what they were saying, she suddenly realised, and focused on the words.

"-must be a little hot under there, don't you agree?" Cadance's voice purred. "I have a water bowl, for pets like her."

There was a giggle - Aloe - and Celestia gasped as she felt a sharp downward pull on her collar. Before her sluggish thoughts could even catch up, she'd folded obediently to her knees, then onto all fours as another gentle tug forward corrected her posture into something more animal. She was so exposed. Her tail twitched under the binding, trying to raise higher all by itself.

"There's a bowl of water in front of you," came Lotus's voice, clear and firm. "It's perfect for a mindless animal like you. Drink."

Celestia felt her whole body resonate with Lotus's voice, her mind clouding with mist once more. The thought of disobeying was unthinkable. Dipping her head, her nose bumped the edge of the bowl, then she began to lap at the water like a dog. Hands slid over her ass, raised into the air, squeezing and kneading. She was being shown off in front of Cadance, and she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't. The trembling heat of her nethers was conquering her, eroding her moment of clarity like the tide erasing a message in the sand. She was hot, so hot.

"You can touch her, if you like," she heard Aloe say above her. "She's a depraved, horny slut, and she's cum over and over all night. She just can't get enough of being fucked and used by strangers. She was whimpering and moaning the whole time she was on stage, while I spanked those gorgeous tits of hers. She'd love it if you abused her too."

A shudder wracked Celestia's body, her face flushing crimson with shame beneath the mask. Her treacherous body didn't seem to be listening to her anymore, taken over by the commands of her twin Mistresses; she was a thing that obeyed, helplessly, longing for every word that fell from their lips. A sharp yank on her rubbery fake mane pulled her up into a kneeling position, her back arching, and before her sluggish, clouded mind could even register the movement, delicate, expert hands were playing over her breasts.

She knew the touch of Aloe and Lotus; by now, she could have told which one of them was caressing her by touch alone. This wasn't either of them.

Cadance was feeling her tits. She was, nnngh, she was playing with her nipples.

Smaller fingers began toying with her cunt, and she had to bite her lip to cage the moan that wanted to escape. It was impossible to fight it; not when she needed it so badly. All she had the strength for was choking back the gasps of pleasure, desperate not to give Cadance any more clues to her true identity.

"May I?" Cadance's voice asked coyly above her, and Lotus's voice answered, proud and satisfied. "Slavebitch. Show the Lady Rose how well I've trained your tongue. Silly cunt wasn't nearly good enough at licking pussy when we first took her on. I've fixed that. Plenty of practice." Lotus giggled aloud, the sound robbed of innocence by the husky note in her voice.

But - but that was Cadance. She couldn't lick her out. Celestia hesitated.

Lotus obviously noticed. She sank down beside Celestia, and the royal pony shivered as her Mistress spoke directly into her ear. "Shy, little pony? The cum of strangers is dripping from your naughty cunt. So many ponies groping, squeezing, licking, fucking you... open your mouth, slave. Stick out your tongue." A firm hand gripped the back of Celestia's blindfolded head, and pushed her mouth into the warm, slick softness of another mare's tender sex. "Now lick."

Celestia could no more resist the breathy words than water could run uphill. Her tongue slid out, and she was lapping, licking Cadance's cunt, drinking in her unique taste and scent for the first time. Even as a distant, unheeded part of herself was mortified beyond all comprehension, her heart swelled with joy that she was obeying her commands. It was better that she couldn't resist. She was a good slave. A good slave...

In a slow, far-off way, she became aware that her inner thoughts were echoing words that Cadance was speaking. "...you're a dirty, naughty slut, but a very good slave. Mmm, that's nice. What a talented tongue they've trained you to have..." The other Princess's voice grew more commanding, and she groaned, "Lick my cunt, yes. Obey. Obedient slave slut, yes..."

Dizzy with arousal, Celestia nuzzled her face against Cadance's cunt, nipping gently at her clit with her teeth, her tongue twisting and lapping against the tender wet heat of the other mare's sex. Lost in the moment, her own hips squirming back and forth, wetness dripping down her latex-clad thighs, she forgot all restraint. A low, husky whisper escaped her lips, and though muffled by Cadance's body, it hung in the air.

"Yesss..."

Then, guiltily, she froze as she heard herself.

Lounging in her nest of pillows, hand firmly pressing the enslaved mare's head between her thighs, Cadance was having a simply wonderful evening.

A couple of select ponies had come and gone - make that cum and gone - from her little sanctum earlier, a pair both delightful and delicious. They'd kept her occupied for some time, far too focused on what and who she was doing to pay much attention to the dance floor. But then, as she'd relaxed among the padded cushions afterwards, she'd seen Lotus and Aloe leading a submissive up onto the stage. They weren't the first that evening to put on a stage show for the ponies thronging the dance floor, but they were always worth watching.

The two sisters were simply wonderful together, with very skilful hands, and she'd made a point of inviting them back to see her a couple of times after her initial experience dominating the two of them. They were sweet, willing, experienced, and thankfully, they had no idea who she was - they'd never even seen her out of costume. Any pony that knew her well enough to look past the 'fake wings', mane dye and painted on cutie mark were never invited into her private room, no matter how tempting they might seem. And so, the presence of the twins on stage, and with a slave of their own, was enough to draw her attention.

Then she'd seen who their slave was dressed up as, and her fingers had strayed over her cunt, rubbing and stroking slowly. A fake Celestia, bound and being punished... there was a sinful thrill to the idea of seeing the Solar Princess, a mare Cadance had always seen as a dear friend and mentor, being abused and shown off like that. She watched avidly, pumping two fingers in and out of herself with hungry delight, and once the show regretfully came to an end, she couldn't invite them in fast enough. It was quite an effort of will to restrain herself, and greet them in the languid, unhurried mannerisms of the Lady Rose persona when they entered.

Close-up, their slave - the fake Princess - was even more impressive. They'd done a wonderful job on the costume and stilts, and as for the body beneath... the sisters must know a very talented unicorn to have given their pegasus a set of curves like that for the evening. If she hadn't known better, it could have actually been Celestia that humiliated herself on the floor at the sisters' command, masked face buried in the dog bowl.

Yes, treating her as a dumb animal had sent a pleasant thrill up Cadance's spine, but that was merely foreplay. There were far better uses for her tongue than lapping water. And if none of them could understand just how much 'Lady Rose' was enjoying the subjugation of the costumed slave, so much the better. Though it did prompt an insistent little thought at the back of her mind: how in the world was she going to face Celestia, when she'd recently been fucking a pony in a slutty Princess costume and wishing it really was her mentor?

She'd just have to manage. This was far too good to turn down.

Cadance's eyelids slid half-closed as she urged the submissive mare between her legs to greater efforts, sighing with delight. It felt so good. The mare wasn't that experienced - or at least, she wasn't as experienced with her tongue as some of the ponies Cadance had slept with, though that was a tremendously high bar to clear - but she made up for it with her tangible enthusiasm and determination to please. Winding her fingers into the leathery strips that formed an ersatz mane on the mare's all-encompassing hood, Cadance yanked hard, momentarily jerking the slave's mouth off her sex.

And with a shuddery moan, the hooded pony gasped a single word. "Yesss..."

Cadance froze, even as the other mare went rigid at the same instant. Her eyes snapped fully open, searching the latex-clad pony with a sudden intensity. The wings were compressed by the wing bands, making it hard to judge their true size, but they could be bigger than they'd at first seemed, now that she looked carefully. The fake horn was easily large enough to hide a real one within, even an impressively long one, and while those breasts seemed disproportionately massive, the suit did a lot to exaggerate them, both pushing them out and separating them from the body with the contract between soft, silky whiteness and gleaming black. But all of that was irrelevant, because despite her incredulity, she knew that voice far too well to persuade herself she'd misheard.

No matter how certain she'd been that this couldn't be Celestia, it was.

A subtle tremor shivered beneath Cadance's words as the Princess of the Sun overcame her own moment of paralysis and began licking her out again, but she managed to make her voice sound relatively normal, only just remembering to put on the Prench accent. "She is a treasure," she murmured, trying not to show the way her heart was beating frantically. Caressing the masked pony's head, she went on with enforced feigned casualness, "I'd like to remove her blindfold. I want to see the look in her eyes as this depraved slut eats my cunt."

"Of course," Aloe responded at once. Flicking her hand across Celestia's upturned ass with a soft crack of skin on skin, she added playfully, "I'm very glad you're enjoying her, Lady Rose. I hope she's reflecting well on us."

"Oh, she is, she is..." murmured Cadance, a breathy, distracted note in her voice as she turned her attention back to the mare between her legs. Oh, the softness of that tongue, the urgency in her licking... she had to have heard. She had to know what was coming next. Cadance's whole body was alight with arousal with the anticipation of that moment, her skin radiating heat, her hips squirming and bucking against Celestia's mouth all by themselves. Her breath caught, nipples standing out with urgent stiffness from the slopes of her breasts.

Holding back her orgasm with every ounce of willpower, she reached down with her free hand and gripped the edge of the slave's blindfold. She yanked, sharply, and with a rapid pop-pop-pop, the push studs opened. The blindfold came away in her hand, and beneath it - yes, yes, those familiar pink eyes, unfocused, glazed with lust, reflexively rising to meet Cadance's own even as her mouth continued urgently worshipping the dominant mare's tender cunt-

Cadance's orgasm tore free of her control, exploding behind her eyes like black fireworks. A sharp, wordless cry of pleasure broke from her lips, her body coated with perspiration and glistening in the dim light. Celestia's lips and chin were smeared with her juices, Cadance painting the submissive mare's face with her arousal as she roughly ground Celestia's face against her. "Yes, yes, yes," she panted in a breathy whisper, unable to stop herself physically trembling as the enormity of what she'd done struck home.

Breathily heavily, the overwhelming thunder of her orgasm slowly subsiding, Cadance couldn't help but meet Celestia's eyes once more. She knew that the other mare had to see the recognition in her eyes; had to know Cadance knew who she was. Even through the mask, it was obvious from the look on Celestia's face that she wasn't fooled by Cadance's disguise either.

There was a moment of quiet, a little oasis of silence that briefly stranded both of them, neither sure what to say. Then, Lotus broke the sudden hush.

"Lady Rose graced you with her orgasm, you cheap whore. Get down full length against the ground and bow your head, so she can see how really grateful you are that she let a dirty slut like you even touch her."

The change in Celestia's expression was immediate. A wave of blank, shivery compliance visibly washed over her, softening her features and lending a distant, glazed look to her eyes once more. Without hesitation, she sank to the floor, prostrating herself before the mare she'd once called her protégé, and whined a long, low note of pleading and surrender. Her bare ass twitched from side to side as her body reacted to the rich humiliation no doubt flooding her.

Oh, but she was so beautifully trained... Cadance let her gaze rise to take in Lotus, who stood panting with pleasure, lips parted, then to Aloe, who was pressed up against her sister's back, reaching around to finger her with lazy lack of urgency. Obviously, Celestia had trusted the two of them enough to give them the secret of her true identity, and they'd in turn trained her as their fucktoy. The way that Celestia reacted to Lotus's voice... it actually made Cadance feel a little jealous of the intensity of it. While she'd enjoyed what they could do as submissives, she'd definitely underestimated the talents of the two as dommes.

In which case, it would be rude of her not to test out the full extent of the training they'd imparted.

Her perfect red lips parted. "What size of strap-on is she accustomed to?"

Aloe giggled at the question, twisting her sister's stiff nipples and prompting a low groan from Lotus's lips. "She's doing really well at getting used to being fucked by big, fat cocks, Lady Rose. We've got her up to a gauge five so far, but I think we can get her to seven in a couple of months."

"I have a five," Cadance replied, calm satisfaction in her accented words. "Is she practised with rough treatment?"

"Oh, she loves rough treatment," Aloe confirmed gleefully. As she bent her head to kiss and bite the curve of her sister's shoulder, Lotus continued for her, "Our slave gets so wet when she's being abused and degraded. I could make her cum just by pulling on her mane. And she's taken so many cocks inside her this evening, she's nice and well-fucked and definitely ready for more."

Cadance reached down and lightly slapped Celestia's masked face, unable to suppress a shiver of delight when she saw the elder mare's pupils widen into deep, dark pools of dazed bliss. "Is that true, slut? Do you get off on being abused and beaten while you're fucked?"

There wasn't enough of Celestia's mind in any normal state to even try to lie. Her lips parted, taking great, trembling breaths, the Solar Princess nodded her shameful confession, hips squirming back and forth as her thighs rubbed together. "Mmmhh..." she groaned in wordless agreement, despite obviously knowing what that would mean.

Despite knowing exactly what Cadance was about to do to her.

Cadance gestured with the tip of her horn, pushing herself out of the nest of cushions and standing to her full, impressive height. A cupboard opened by itself in a pale blue glow, and a thick pink dildo floated out of a rack where several lay, along with a net of white straps. Cadance couldn't help a surge of proud satisfaction as she felt all of their eyes on her, drinking in her perfectly proportioned breasts with their blushing purple-pink nipples, and her glistening, beautiful cunt as the straps delicately fastened themselves around her waist with the care of an intangible lover. The thick pink dildo nestled in the centre of the straps, mounted over her gleaming sex, and a flare of sensual hunger flashed through her as she felt the weight of it settle against her hips.

"Stand up and face away from me, slave," she ordered Celestia brusquely. "Bend over and grip your ankles - I will have you present your cunt to me. If you can even bend that far. You deserve a brutal fucking. You had better be grateful it will be delivered by one as lovely as I."

She wasn't a cruel pony. Her sadistic streak was much more than just taking pleasure in hurting others; it was a hot, intimate thing, something that could only exist when shared with another pony. It was seeing the widening of their eyes and hearing the husky need creep into their moans and gasps as she abused and beat them, every little reaction that betrayed a need for more, even as they weren't sure they could keep taking it. It was guiding them to a place of emotional ecstasy they could never reach on their own.

She saw the shiver of need run through her mentor at the depraved, degrading words hurled at her, and dark wings unfolded within Cadance, stirring that delicious hunger to hurt the enslaved mare at her feet. "Now," Cadance snapped, yanking on the mask's fake mane to jerk Celestia's head back.

"Nnnh!" Celestia whimpered, trying to nod against Cadance's grip. Trying to get her legs under her, the usually graceful pony stumbled to her feet, frozen for a moment before the other alicorn until a swift slap to her bare breast shocked her into motion again. Twisting around, she bent over, parting her legs and bending down to grip her ankles. She was impossibly vulnerable, her cunt on full display, glistening with her shimmering wetness and radiating heat. Small jerky movements of her hips betrayed the desperation of a body no longer under its owner's control, trying to push back against the strap-on that remained tauntingly out of reach.

Cadance's hand slid over Celestia's bare ass, her thumb stroking down to run teasingly along the other pony's slit. The enslaved mare whimpered again, ready and eager for anything Cadance could deliver.

It was pure instinct that made the domme glance at Lotus first. Her sister was still teasing her, toying with her, but there was the smallest shade of reluctance on the blue pony's face. Cadance briefly chided herself - it wouldn't do to forget that as glorious as this scene was, Celestia wasn't her slave. Speaking softly and smoothly, pouring her faked accent over her words like honey, Cadance purred, "Lotus, my darling. Will you command this submissive slut to accept my cock? I know she wants to put on a show for the both of you. I'm very impressed with all you've achieved with her."

As soon as she spoke, she knew she'd done the right thing. The hint of tension in Lotus's shoulders faded, and the young mare let herself relax against her sister, her eyes turning towards Celestia. "You've fucked a lot of strangers tonight, my eager bitch slave," Lotus breathed, a hint of possessive pride in her voice, "but you'd better make sure Lady Rose is completely satisfied with the way you yield your cunt to her. Fuck her."

Celestia's eyelids fluttered, long, delicate lashes sweeping the air. She opened her mouth to dreamily reply, only to catch herself at the last moment, and murmured instead, "Mmmhmm." There was a musical note of longing in the gentle affirmative, and she wiggled her feet a little further apart, presenting herself fully to Cadance. Her musk perfumed the air.

Lotus nodded, a shiver of pleasure visibly running through her as Aloe tweaked her nipple. "Lady Rose? You have my permission. Fuck her senseless."

Cadance bowed her head slightly towards Lotus and Aloe, an irrepressible smile spreading across her lips as she straightened. "I appreciate your generosity." With lightning speed, Cadance seized Celestia's latex-coated hips, her fingers indenting the slippery material as she gripped hard, and shoved her pink rubber cock directly into the submissive alicorn in one hard thrust.

A high, fluttering whimper broke from Celestia's lips, and she would have fallen forward but for Cadance's iron grip. "Hnnng!" she gasped wordlessly, knees weakening under her. Another, sharper gasp escaped her as Cadance's hand let go of one hip to crack roughly across her bare ass, reddening the skin.

"Knees straight, you fat-assed bitch," Cadance insulted her, her red-painted lips shaping each word with loving delight. "I know exactly what you are." She did. Both of them knew that."You're an easily-fuckable whore, led around on a leash from cock to cunt, needing a Mistress to tame you to stop you just fucking everypony you meet."

Her words were briefly interrupted as Celestia pushed back eagerly, grinding the base of the dildo against Cadance's cunt, and the domme moaned aloud before doubling down on the roughness of her spanking. Her palm was beginning to sting, but she barely felt it, lost in the delight of spanking Celestia - she was spanking Celestia, fucking her, that perfect ass jiggling with every blow, every thrust, carpeted with red and pink handprints - and the base of the sextoy was grinding deliciously against her own sex with every thrust. Her own cheeks were blushing hot and red, pants of pleasure escaping her. The insulting nametag dangling from Celestia's collar danced with every thrust, catching broken flickers of light.

She was fucking Celestia.

"Yes, yes, you depraved whore," she hissed, "take my cock you brainless cum bucket. This is where you belong, bent over, tits swaying, fucked by anypony that wants your drooling cunt. You love being abused. You've wanted this for so long." Releasing Celestia's hips, Cadance pressed her body to the other pony's bending over her to grab handfuls of those ripe, dangling tits. They overflowed her hands, even bigger than they'd seemed all those times she'd taken in Celestia's cleavage in idle, wistful appreciation. "Oh, these are fucking perfect," she breathed aloud, and only just stopped herself from adding aloud, even better than I always dreamed they'd be.

Hot ecstasy broke up her thoughts over and over, wiping them away with surge after surge of pleasure as she roughly pulled the other mare back against her hips. Wetness was running down her thighs, and her skin felt red hot, gleaming with perspiration. Stuttering, flickering lights danced through the two-way mirror, colouring and overwhelming the dim lamps within her private chamber, lending the whole experience a kaleidoscopic, unreal air. The moans and gasps of Lotus and Aloe as they touched each other only added to the musky hunger in the air.

She wanted, badly, to hear Celestia's voice, agreeing, submitting, surrendering, but she'd obviously been ordered to keep silent. It didn't matter. She knew who she was fucking, and Celestia knew who was fucking her, and centuries of careful self-restraint were being smashed to pieces and she was melting with heat, she was dizzy and delirious, and Celestia's reddened ass kept slapping against her thighs, and the air was full of cries of pleasure and she was cumming, and cumming, her own high-pitched wail of release joining the others...

She hung onto Celestia, holding her tightly to help keep her own balance as her head swum and the room momentarily danced in time with the flickering of the disco lights. Slowly, little by little, her head cleared and she straightened up, her body still tingling with the aftermath of her explosive, all-consuming orgasm. Her glistening, perfectly crimson lips parted, and she released a long, soft sigh of satiated pleasure. "That was... mmmh."

Shaking her head slightly to clear it, she slowly pulled back, prompting a whimper from the abused mare as the pink dildo slipped free of her. Gathering her wits, Cadance pulled herself together and said in a clearer, more casual tone, "That was... acceptable, slut. Now come here and clean up the mess you've made all over my cock."

Dazed, barely seeming to hear, Celestia slowly collapsed to her knees, her eyes unfocused and distant. After a moment, the command seemed to register, and she shuffled around to face Cadance, breathing heavily beneath her clinging mask. Reaching up with one hand to grip the shaft bobbing in front of her, she wobbled, and had to steady herself before she reached up again. Wrapping her slim fingers around the base, she leaned up slightly and began lapping at the tip of it, like a kitten drinking milk.

Cadance watched her with a tingling delight. There really was a special beauty to seeing a pony fucked so senseless they barely knew which way was up. Though that didn't excuse her tardiness in carrying out the order...

Her hands settled on Celestia's masked head, caressing the smooth latex and the dangling strips of the false mane. "No. Not nearly quick or desperate enough. It seems I'll have to show you the right way to do it. Open your mouth." Barely giving the submissive pony's lips time to part, Cadance pulled her forward sharply, thrusting her hips to ram the shaft deeply into her mentor's waiting mouth.

In a long life, full of pleasure and excitement, Cadance had never seen something so perfectly erotic as the Solar Princess, coated in black, her tits, ass and leaking cunt on full display, groaning with dazed, incoherent surrender as she was roughly face-fucked by Cadance's own dildo. Even satiated as she was, hot sparks flew up and down her spine at the sight.

"Suck it! Lick up the mess you made, you depraved whore!" she gasped breathily, her Prench accent slipping a little. Somewhere at the back of her mind was the thought that perhaps this was the only time she'd ever get to do this, that this one encounter was the first and last opportunity to use Celestia's body in a way that exceeded her wildest dreams, and so she drank in every detail with vivid, hallucinatory intensity. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled their mingled musk, and her ears rang with the quick, urgent sound of Celestia slurping desperately at the shaft roughly fucking her mouth.

Finally, with a rough shove, Cadance pushed Celestia back onto her heels, pulling the saliva-slick dildo from between her lips. Breathing heavily, her breasts heaving, Cadance's gaze locked for a long moment with those dazed, wide eyes gazing blankly from beneath the mask. Then, finally, Cadance turned her head towards Lotus and Aloe, and pulled herself together, mastering the storm of emotions swirling within her.

Lotus was still resting against her sister, her delicate underwear rumpled and her bra cups tugged askew to bare her nipples to Aloe's questing fingers. Speaking in measured, approving tones, as if lightly amused, Cadance addressed them, "You've trained a wonderful whore. I'm grateful to you for bringing her to me - after all, it isn't every night that you get to fuck Princess Celestia." An ambiguous smile tugged at her lips. "I'd like it very much if you brought her here again."

Please, oh please, bring her here again.

Aloe was making it very hard to think, and she was doing it on purpose. Lotus was melting with heat, her black underwear in total disarray, dizzy with arousal from watching Lady Rose fuck Celestia senseless. She could barely gather her wits enough to reply, "I'm glad you enjoyed our slave, Lady Rose." After a moment, it occurred to her to add, "It was really something to watch you."

"It really was," giggled Aloe over her shoulder. With a last little caress, her pink fingers withdrew from Lotus's underwear, prompting one last little shudder through the blue mare. Her twin had always known just how to drive her crazy, and when she'd tensed up at the prospect of Lady Rose ordering their (her) slave around, Aloe had decided to... ease that tension. Biting her ear, easing down her panties, tugging her bra loose...

Lotus sighed a heated breath, before shaking her head to clear it. Uncoiling the leash from her wrist, she stepped over to Celestia's side and bent down, clipping the end to the thick ring at the centre of her collar. Gently stroking a hand over Celestia's bound wings, she spoke softly into the mask's earpiece. "Are you okay?"

The Princess's eyes turned up towards her, and - bound to silence, still - she nodded gently. Tilting her head, she nuzzled Lotus's hand, kissing the backs of her fingers. Very quietly, she murmured, "Mmmm."

"That's good," Lotus said softly. "That's very good. We're both very proud of you." I'm so proud of you. Lifting her head, she addressed Lady Rose, who was watching with calm interest, and added, "Thank you, Lady Rose. Would you please excuse us?"

"Of course. Good eve, Lotus, Aloe. It was a pleasure to explore your work." The tall mare moved back to her pile of cushions, settling into them in a graceful recline.

"Thank you very much for having us," Aloe said sincerely, bowing her head slightly to the seated pony, before she placed her hand on Celestia's shoulder and squeezed gently. Lotus tugged on her leash, urging their slave to her feet, and in moments, the door had shut behind them and they were in the dimly lit corridors once more.

Mindful of the other ponies that traversed the halls here and there, Lotus stayed quiet as they walked, guiding Celestia back to a small room lit by a single lamp. The coats and cloak they'd abandoned in the gloryhole room were laid out neatly on a low couch, waiting for them.

The door closed behind them, sealing off the outside world.

Lotus released a long breath, her shoulders slumping in relaxation. She turned, her gaze flickering over Celestia assessingly. The divine mare was breathing deeply, what was visible of her skin coloured by a faint pink flush. She was standing straight, but that seemed to be through determination to fulfil every demand made of her; underneath that posed, attentive posture was more than a trace of exhaustion. She really was trying her very best.

Lotus's heart ached with pride and adoration for this wonderful, beautiful mare that had come through so much, and was still so determined to be a good pony for her owners. Her voice, when it came, was very soft. As though speaking to a small, frightened animal, she murmured, "Sssh. It's okay now. You can relax. You're all done for the night."

Aloe didn't need Lotus's glance; she was already moving to undo the back of Celestia's facemask. Lotus stepped up to stand before the tall figure of the Princess, and reached up to gently, carefully ease the mask free, loosening it carefully before sliding it up and off the long spire of her horn. As the built-in horn ring came loose, releasing Celestia's magic, Lotus felt a subtle shiver run through the pony under her hands. The Princess's face was flushed and a little sweaty, her mane in disarray as it billowed out of the tight confinement.

"There. That's better," Lotus said softly, leaning up to give Celestia a quick little kiss that just brushed her lips. "You did so well. You were a wonderful sextoy, you made all those ponies so happy. They loved seeing you being punished and fucked, you took all those cocks and toys... you were a wonderful slave."

"You were so brave," agreed Aloe, unzipping the back of the suit and sliding the bands off Celestia's wings. "You were fantastic on stage, with all those ponies watching as I punished your tits. They'll never, ever forget the way you looked up there." Peeling the latex down, she revealed the two bits they'd given her earlier, pressed against her skin, and flashing Celestia a smile, she dropped them into her hand. With some firm tugs, Aloe managed to get the rumpled suit to peel down over the swell of their slave's hips.

Lotus bent down to help, taking Celestia's hand to help the tall mare keep her balance as they worked the suit off each leg. The Princess wobbled on her feet, naked but for the collar around her throat. Despite herself, a raw sincerity leaked into Lotus's voice as she said gently, "You were the most beautiful mare in the whole place."

There was much more she wanted to say, and always would be. But for now, that was enough. Folding the empty suit and slipping it carefully into an anonymous black travel bag, the two of them spread talcum powder over their hands and gently stroked it over the Princess's skin, soothing away any irritation from the latex. Finally, dusting the remaining powder from her hands, Lotus looked up at Celestia. Feeling like something special and precious was coming to an end, she glanced away and murmured, "You can talk now."

"...thank you," Celestia replied, barely louder than a whisper. She accepted the cloak that Aloe handed her, and wrapped its billowing folds around her body, cloaking her nudity from sight. Tugging the hood into place, her face was barely visible in the dim light.

"The coach will be waiting for us," Aloe offered. "We'll take you back to the spa, and you can have a drink of water. Maybe some tea?"

"I would like that," Celestia said quietly. Gentle as her tone was, it was also touched by the effortless authority that came so easily to her. The evening was definitely over.

Shrugging into her own coat and straightening her underwear before doing it up, Lotus took a deep breath to steady herself, and opened the door. Stepping out into the corridor, she turned to the right, and began making her way along it, in the direction of the back exit.

A hand touched her shoulder, stopping her.

She turned.

Celestia gazed down at her from within the shadows of her concealing hood. The elder mare paused a moment, then spoke. "I can't express how much this means to me. You've given me something I never thought I'd feel. Such freedom. You've literally made my dreams come true." A smile touched her lips. "Thank you, my Mistress. From the bottom of my heart."

Lotus swallowed, her eyes wide. Celestia had never called her that before. The sincerity that crackled between them couldn't be faked, couldn't be doubted. She was special to Celestia. She was.

The elder mare turned, and addressed Aloe. "Thank you, Mistress. You've both done so much for me. I am more grateful than you can ever know."

Aloe seemed half-hypnotised by the intensity in Celestia's eyes. "Will you - will you want to come back to us again, Princess?"

A small, soft laugh escaped Celestia's hood. "I couldn't stay away if I tried. Take care of me. Please."
The Princess's hands reached out, and took one of Aloe's, one of Lotus's. The blue mare felt her heart swell in her chest until it was fit to burst. "We will. We will. I promise."