A Night on the Leash

by Wintermist

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Profanity, Princess Celestia, Anthro, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Other, Romance, Spa Ponies
Length: 23160

At the hands of Lotus and Aloe, Celestia had been shocked to find herself enthralled by the joys of submission. Now, after much training, the two are finally ready to risk bringing Celestia's most depraved - and public - fantasies to life...

On a previous visit to the spa, Celestia had found her horizons expanded in ways she never dreamed of as Lotus and Aloe introduced her to the joys of submission. Now, after many sessions and much training, the two are finally ready to risk bringing Celestia's most depraved - and public - fantasies to life...

Fic commissioned by DbzOrDie.

This fic features: bondage, spitroasting, strap-ons, humiliation, incest, glory holes and public play.

Published 2017-12-14 19:30:12 UTC
Last updated 2017-12-14 19:30:12 UTC

On Her Knees in the Waiting Room

The front reception of the Canterlot Spa was deserted; a small, neat room with a tall, leafy fern in one corner, and a broad reception desk facing the door. A deep blue pony sat behind it, flicking a pen back and forth between her fingers, occasionally opening and then closing the appointments book that sat in front of her. She wore a neat white spa uniform that flattered her modest breasts, a small white cap on her deep mauve mane. The clock on the wall ticked with agonising slowness as it measured the remaining minutes before six pm.

Lotus had never been quite so nervous in her entire life.

That wasn't quite true; she had been as nervous once before. That would have been the first time she and Aloe had jointly come to the conclusion that Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria, embodiment of the sun, secretly craved to be sexually dominated, and that the only way to really get her to relax meant giving her exactly what she most desired. That had been terrifying. But, amazingly, they'd been right. The resulting sex had been all the more incredible for the risk they'd taken.

Celestia had come back to them again and again since then for her special appointments, and over time, Lotus's terror of making a misstep had faded to the point where she could almost relax as she and her twin chained the divine pony to a spanking bench and alternately flogged and fucked her. Dominating Celestia was the most powerful experience of her life. It was no doubt the same for Aloe, too.

Now it was time to push Celestia's boundaries again. All the arrangements had been made. All they had to do was go through with it.

The doorbell chimed. Lotus jerked upright in her chair, startled out of her thoughts.

Celestia stepped into the room, letting the door swing closed behind her. As always, everything else in her presence became a barely noticeable background. She was a tall mare, her skin milk white, her mane and tail flowing out behind her in an unfelt breeze. Her arms were slender, her fingers delicate. She filled an elegant grey dress to capacity, her breasts jutting out before her, her ass lightly squeezed by the small skirt into perfect shape. It ended halfway down one thigh, cut at an upwards angle. Her small feet were cradled by modest white heels, adding an inch and a half to her already impressive height. Her pink eyes sparkled as they caught the light.

She was breathtaking, every single time Lotus saw her. The sight never failed to trigger a surge of worshipful adoration in the younger mare.

She was also early. A sudden spasm of dread clutched at Lotus's chest. Was she about to cancel on them? Had her nerves gotten the better of her, driven her to decide that her fantasies should remain nothing more than fevered dreams?

Clearing her throat, Lotus asked in carefully professional tones, "Good afternoon, Princess. It's always an honour to have you here. May I ask what we can do for you today?"

Celestia stepped up to the desk, gazing down at Lotus. Her voice, as ever, was filled with gentle dignity and authority. "Hello, Lotus. I'd like you to strip me of my authority and use me like the cum-hungry bitch I am, please." She paused, then added lightly, "As long as it isn't an imposition on your time."

The rush of relief was intoxicating. Lotus leant back in her chair, savouring the echo of Celestia's words, before she spoke in a calmer, more measured voice. "You're early. We're still taking bookings for the next twelve minutes. Besides, you're asking Aloe and I to take on work outside of Spa hours. I hope a lowly cheap whore like you has the means to pay for our attention."

Celestia shivered visibly at the insult, her eyes half-closing. "I don't... actually have any coin of my own with me. I haven't whored my body to you enough," she replied softly. "Perhaps there's something else I can... give you?"

Lotus let her gaze play over the Princess with possessive familiarity. "If you expect me to enter a business arrangement with you, you'd better show me the merchandise."

Celestia nodded meekly. "Would you like to take me to a back room?"

"Weren't you listening? I have to stay at the desk. So pull down the top, lift your skirt and let me see your slutty body. Right here," Lotus commanded. It was a risk, but a small one. With Celestia's back to the door and her expansive folded wings, she could tug her dress into place if anypony happened to pick that exact moment to come in. As far as Lotus was concerned, it was more than worth the risk... and a small taste of the public humiliation that was to come.

Swallowing, Celestia glanced back at the door, and spread her wings a little to give cover to what she was doing. "As you wish," she whispered, and pulled down the bodice of her smoke-grey dress. Her heavy breasts spilled forth, contained in a delicate bra of white lace that wasn't nearly opaque enough to hide her stiffening pink nipples from the spa pony's hungry eyes. Reaching down, she pulled up the bottom of her dress, lifting it just high enough to glimpse the matching panties that hugged her broad hips. "Is this... merchandise acceptable?"

Oh, it was, it was... "No," replied Lotus firmly. "What does a cheap slut like you think she's doing wearing underwear? A whore like you is bare, ready to be fucked and used at all times. Give me your bra, right now."

There was a small tremor in Celestia's voice as she replied softly, "As you command." Reaching behind herself, she unclipped the bra, letting it fall loose, then tugged the straps down her arms and worked her way out of them without disturbing her dress. Her magnificent breasts on full display, she leant forward and laid her lacy bra in Lotus's hand, the fabric still warm from her body.

Lotus held Celestia's eyes as she lifted the bra to her face and inhaled the scent of the Princess's body, before pulling open a drawer and dropping the bra into it. "This is mine now," she said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "You won't be needing to cover those fat tits again tonight. Now give me your panties."

With a low groan, her cheeks growing pink, Celestia nodded once more. "Of... of course. I do not deserve underwear. It isn't for sluts like myself." Sliding her hands under her dress, she hooked her fingers into her panties, and tugged them smoothly down her long legs. Stepping out of them carefully, she straightened once more with the slightly damp lace crumpled in her hand.

The bell over the door chimed as it was pushed open.

Lotus's eyes met Celestia's, her heart suddenly hammering in her chest. The Princess jerked upright, yanking the bodice of her dress up and the bottom of her skirt down again, then seemed about to stuff her crumpled panties into her cleavage and out of sight. That would work. It also wasn't nearly degrading enough. "Put them in your mouth and step aside," Lotus hissed, then leaned to the right to see around Celestia.

A pink pony with a gentle blonde mane stood in the doorway, staring at Celestia's back in a kind of terrified, awe-filled stasis.

"Hello," Lotus greeted her, doing her best to keep her voice level and professional.

"I... was coming to make an appointment," the pony stammered. "I just - is that - I didn't mean to interrupt!"

Celestia had hesitated, with a briefly incredulous look on her face, but then bowed her head slightly and lowered her eyes. Her cheeks hot with shame, she lifted one hand to her mouth and parted her lips widely, pushing in the loosely folded fabric as surreptitiously as she could manage. Unfortunately for her, she simply couldn't fit all of it inside, and the end of the rolled fabric was clearly visible between her parted lips. She couldn't possibly let anypony see her like that; her depravity so exposed, her nipples jutting against the silky grey fabric of her dress.

Lotus glanced up at her, then smiled. "The Princess and I were just talking about a treatment programme for later, but she wouldn't begrudge me the time to book you in. In fact, I'm sure she'd insist you do what you came here to do."

Keeping her head turned away from the mare behind her, Celestia nodded quickly and stepped a little further to one side. "Mm-hmm," she replied, as clearly as she could through her mouthful of cotton and lace.

"O-oh! Well, if you're sure, your Majesty..." replied the pink mare timidly. "I was wondering if you had anything Wednesday afternoon?"

Lotus opened the appointments book, picking up her pen. "I do, yes", she replied with easy professionalism, relaxing from her fever-pitch of nervousness and beginning to enjoy the look of mingled excitement and terror on Celestia's face. "How does two thirty sound? It's Rosemary, isn't it?"

"Oh, um. Yes. That's right. That would be lovely, thank you. I'll just - I'll leave you to your conversation. So sorry to have intruded." Rosemary took a step backwards towards the door, then added in a rush, "It's such an honour to meet you, your Majesty!" Tugging the door open, with a second jangle of bells, she escaped into the street.

Lotus watched her go, then flicked her gaze back to Celestia. She had to act quickly, to stop the reminder of Celestia's role from bringing the Princess out of the moment. "You did very well for a silly fucktoy slut," she told her approvingly, even as a little song of terror gibbered at the back of her mind at the way she was insulting Princess Celestia. "I certainly hope you're enjoying the taste of your wet cunt. You can take your panties out of your mouth now and give them to me; you won't need them again. You're going to be bare and on display for everypony for the rest of the night."

Celestia's eyes closed, and she breathed out a soft sigh as her shoulders relaxed. Then, without further prompting, she bent forward over Lotus's desk, her breasts nearly falling out of her top, her areola showing, and dropped her panties before the dominant mare. Her pink tongue flickered over her lips, and she replied softly, huskily, "Thank you for praising your fucktoy slut, ma'am."

Picking up Celestia’s panties, Lotus fingered the damp lace, then dropped them into her drawer with the bra. Pushing back her chair, she stood up, and her gaze flicked to the elegant desk before her; the space for her legs was quite deep, and it was sealed from view from the front by the carved facade.

Could she?

"Celestia," Lotus said slowly, "You're going to be a bother standing there. Our customers will be thrown off by seeing you, and they may not even come in to make bookings at all. And it's not like a cheap whore like you can compensate us for the loss. Fortunately, I know just where you can wait." Hiking the bottom of her uniform up, gazing into the Princess's gaze the entire time, she wriggled her pink panties down her slender legs. With a short gesture, she indicated underneath the desk. "Get in your proper place and do something useful with that mouth of yours."

Swallowing, the Princess nodded meekly. "If my tongue between your legs wouldn't inconvenience you." Circling around the desk, she dropped to her knees without even stopping to check if anypony was watching, and crawled into the dark space. She had to bend herself double, her legs splayed out and her wings furled tightly, but she managed to fit herself in. Lifting her head, she closed her eyes, and added softly, "I am ready to please any cock or cunt that is presented to me, Ma'am."

"You had better be," Lotus purred, and sat back down, pulling her chair up to the desk. She shivered as she felt Celestia's gossamer mane stroking her thighs, and parted her legs, letting her outfit ride up to bare her pussy. Instantly, she felt a warm, soft tongue tracing up her thighs, seeking out the heat between her legs. Oh, fuck, she was so wet already. Biting the corner of her lip, Lotus released a breathy pant of arousal.

Ding.

A pale brown stallion pushed open the door, looking around briefly as if he expected to see something else, then approached the desk. "Uh, excuse me for asking, but... did you have, y'know, somepony special in here? Like, a special client?"

Celestia's tongue ran up and down Lotus's cunt, teasing and stroking lovingly. Lotus tried not to tense too obviously, gripping the arm of her chair hard as she replied politely, "I couldn't say anything about our clients. We protect their right to privacy. We do offer introductory packages if you'd be interested, though?"

Trying not to squirm too obviously as her slave nudged her thighs wider and lapped more urgently, holding on rigidly to her professional smile, Lotus dealt with the stallion with impeccable courtesy, though courtesy that stopped short of offering to show him inside the spa, or indeed do anything that involved standing up. Before he'd even left, another mare entered, wanting to change her appointment due in three days for one later the following week, and all Lotus could do was greet her and deal with her queries while desperately trying not to grunt or moan as Celestia's tongue was joined by her fingers.

By the time the latter mare had left with a cheery farewell, Lotus's smile was definitely a little strained. Letting herself collapse back in her chair, her head lolled back and she moaned, "Oh, oh, you slutty disgrace, you were tormenting me so nicely. No, don't stop. This is exactly where you should be. An anonymous hot mouth, ready to pleasure anypony and every pony that fills your mouth. You love the taste of my cunt, you love pleasing me..."

Through the haze of pleasure, she registered that the clock showed a minute past six, thank goodness. No more clients. Aloe would be back any moment, and then the evening could really begin. Reaching under the desk with her left hand, she seized a handful of Celestia's mane and urged her face harder against her pussy. "You're a slut, my slut, that's so good, I feel so close, I'm going to cum all over your pretty face," she groaned. The bell chimed again, and she lifted her head lazily, ready to tease Aloe for all that she'd missed.

Princess Luna stepped through the doorway, having to duck her head slightly to ensure her long horn cleared the threshold. She was a magnificent mare, deep blue, with a thrusting cleavage that filled out the star-laden gown that clung to her body, sparkling in the light. Her mane surrounded her like a nebula.

Lotus jerked upright with a gasp of surprise, her hand tightening on Celestia's mane. "P-Princess Luna!" she stammered, and felt the distinct thud as Celestia tried to lift her head suddenly and collided with the underside of the desk.

"Good afternoon," Luna said, in a polite tone that nonetheless filled the room with its resonance. "I would like to make an appointment, if that is possible."

"Yes! Definitely possible!" Lotus squeaked. Her heart hammering in her chest, for a moment she let go of Celestia's mane. This wasn't the time to take chances. But then, despite her surge of nervous terror at being caught, she rebelled against caution. When else in all the world would she have the chance to be eaten out by Princess Celestia, right in front of Princess Luna? Seizing the hidden Princess by the hair, she pulled hard, forcing her mouth back against Lotus's cunt.

A small squeak of surprised protest came from beneath the desk. Lotus's smile didn't flicker as she yanked Celestia's mane hard again, and in response, she felt the divine pony's tongue begin exploring her cunt once more. Her hips squirmed restlessly.

Luna glanced down, puzzled. "Did I hear something?"

"Just the wheels on my chair, Princess. They squeak a little," Lotus lied immediately. Flipping her dark blue appointment book open with her right hand, forcing Luna's sister against her bare cunt with the other, she added professionally, "Would you like an evening slot? We can stay a little later, and you can be assured of no other customers coming or going during your visit." Of course, that didn't mean Lotus wouldn't end up cumming during her visits. She clamped down hard on the urge to begin giggling.

"Is that the manner in which my sister visits your establishment? I have witnessed how much more relaxed she seems to be after having come here, and become impressed. I would like to try your services myself."

It took every ounce of willpower Lotus had not to moan aloud. Celestia's tongue felt so, so good, and here was Luna, innocently suggesting she should be treated the same way, strapped down, fucked, used as their personal whore... Lotus's lips parted soundlessly, and it took her a moment to find her voice again. Her cheeks burnt, and she knew she must be blushing hotly.

"Y-yes, that's right. We would be very glad to give you an appointment at your convenience, your Highness. My sister and I will do all we can to make your visit enjoyable and relaxing."

Luna nodded. "Then I shall look forward to your expert care. Would Tuesday at six suffice? I shall wake up early for it."

"That would be - wonderful, Princess! And if you find you'd like to have regular appointments, we can work out later opening hours for you." She couldn't cum, she couldn't cum, not with Luna standing right there, there was no way she could hide it! Lotus's jaw tensed as she gritted her teeth behind her pleasant smile.

"Then I shall see you Tuesday at the close of your regular hours. I look forward to it, Lotus." Luna smiled, no doubt pleased with herself for knowing Lotus's name without having to ask, and turned towards the door.

Celestia's fingers pinched Lotus's clit, sending a jolt through her that nearly pushed her over the edge. "Hng!" the blue mare gasped, maintaining her posture with terrified determination as Luna glanced back, a slightly puzzled look on her face. Lotus gripped her chair arm hard enough to make it creak in protest, holding back her orgasm with every fibre of determination in her body. Hot flushes pulsed through her, a hint of perspiration touching her forehead as she waited for Luna to ask the obvious question. It didn't come; Luna gave a slightly puzzled smile and a small wave farewell, then disappeared through the door with a soft chime of bells.

Not yet, not yet, she told herself desperately. She had to be certain Luna was gone. Count to five, and then she could give in. "O-one," she managed aloud. "Two. Thr-"

Celestia pinched her clit again.

A primal cry broke from Lotus's lips as she jerked and shuddered, holding onto her fistful of Celestia's mane like an anchor as she rode the Princess's wet-smeared face through a crashing orgasm. When the hot electricity finally died back, it left her collapsed back in her seat, mane tangled, breathing heavily. "Okay," she managed weakly, "that was good. That was very good."

Shifting forward, pushing Lotus's chair back a little, Celestia's head emerged from the shadows beneath the desk, flushed pink as she, too, panted for breath. Her lips and chin smeared with Lotus's feminine juices, she rested her head in Lotus's lap and said softly, "Thank you for using my mouth the way I deserve to be used, Ma'am."

"You stayed focused on pleasuring the cunt in front of you," replied Lotus approvingly. "Even when-" she could hardly believe it had happened! "-when Luna walked in. You kept eating me out and let me do the talking. That was perfect."

A blush coloured the royal pony's alabaster cheeks. "I may have remarked on the good care I was receiving here," she murmured, glancing to one side.

"I wonder if she might want the same kind of special treatment?" Lotus teased Celestia, and couldn't help but grin at the Princess's look of shock. "She'd look so pretty, stripped, that perfect blue body chained to a wall, clamps on her nipples, ready to get fucked senseless... we could make you watch. We could fuck both of you side by side, sisters on sisters, wouldn't that be nice?"

The bell chimed, interrupting her. Lotus pulled a face; she really had to lock the front door, if she could ever, ever persuade herself to stand up and remove the Princess's head from her lap when she deeply and truly desired nothing more than to stay like this, stroking Celestia's mane, forever. Fortunately, it was Aloe, and she flipped the sign to closed behind her, shooting the bolt across.

"I got held up!" Aloe exclaimed, lifting a little bag in mute explanation. "Do you think she's coming? ...oh." Approaching the desk as she talked, she'd obviously gotten close enough to see the multi-hued splendour of Celestia's mane spilling over Lotus's bare thighs. "Oh, I see. Hello, um, Princess."

Turning her head and pushing Lotus's chair a little further back as she crawled out from beneath the desk, Celestia looked up at Aloe and greeted her demurely, "Good evening, Ma'am. I was being used as a cheap slut to pleasure my betters." Her grey dress was mussed, her pink areola showing at the edge of her bodice.

"Well then, you could look more like a cheap slut. That makeup is far too subtle. We need to get you all painted up so the first thing a stallion thinks about when he sees your mouth is fucking it," Aloe said playfully, beckoning Celestia up.

Lotus rose from her chair and pushed it slightly towards Aloe with a grin. "She can sit here while you work on her."

"Mm, that's a good height. Now let's get you out of this dress," Aloe cooed at the Princess.

Stepping back, Lotus watched as Celestia compliantly sat down, and submitted to Aloe's array of makeup brushes and lipstick. There was a distinct nervousness about the Princess, even though she hid it well. Her bare nipples were gently taut, and she smiled as Aloe painted her lips cherry red, but Lotus could see the way Celestia's fingers toyed with each other in her lap, and there was a faint jerkiness to her breathing.

She was nervous, even frightened, of what she was about to do. So was Lotus for that matter; they were about to take an awful risk, all three of them, and if their secret got out, life would never be the same for any of them.

If it had been down to Lotus, just Lotus, then she would have wanted to keep Celestia just for herself. But this wasn't about what she wanted. This was about the fantasies that the mare in front of her had nursed for so long without ever really acknowledging, or even fully understanding, what she desired. Fulfilling those fantasies, safely, and giving her space to experience the things she'd never dared do before - that was the dominant's duty.

Stepping lightly, Lotus circled around Celestia, and rested her hands on the other mare's bare shoulders. Rubbing gently, she kneaded the tense muscles with professional care. "There, that's better. Relax, whore Princess. It's going to be a wonderful experience. You're going to please so many cocks. You're going to show off your body like the shameless slut you were always meant to be. We'll take good care of you. You can trust us."

Celestia sighed, her hands settling loosely against her thighs, and murmured a sound of wordless agreement.

Lotus hesitated. But if Celestia hadn't had sex with stallions in a long time, she had to ask... "Princess? Are you taking anything to prevent pregnancy?" She felt the answer immediately; Celestia's body stiffened under her hands with involuntary surprise.

Aloe drew back slightly, lifting her brush and giving Celestia room to reply in an undertone, "I had not... thought to. It is rare for alicorns to become pregnant, even if they were to do such things a great deal. But..."

Nodding, Lotus crossed the room and opened a small drawer. Removing a small section of root from beside several others, she turned back to lay it in Celestia's hands. "Chew this for a minute, then spit out the pulp. It should protect you from anything like that for a couple of days."

Celestia looked up at Lotus, her eyes wide. Aloe had already surrounded them with pink and blue, making them seem larger, her lashes longer, and she seemed somehow more vulnerable than ever as she said softly, "Thank you, very much. I should have thought of such precautions. Thank you for taking care of me."

Lotus couldn't help herself; her heart trembled in her chest with feelings for the beautiful, incredible mare before her, naked and exposed and offering her complete trust. "We'll take care of you. Don't worry."

Aloe picked up a small bowl and laid it in Celestia's lap while the divine pony chewed the root, ready to catch the pulp when she was done. It wasn't the first time they'd made the offer of a contraceptive to a skittish mare before an exciting evening out. "It's okay, Princess," she agreed, "We've thought a lot about how to keep you safe tonight. Otherwise, we wouldn't be getting ready to parade your bare tits and cunt around in front of a crowd of strangers!"

A subtle shiver ran through Celestia, and she nodded, bending low to spit out the remains of the root. Lifting her head, she breathed, "It's what I deserve. I want to be... humiliated and used, Ma'am. I want to be fucked."

"You will be," Lotus told her confidently. Stepping in front of Celestia as Aloe removed the bowl, she held up a broad black collar, the heavy chromed buckle and dangling D-ring gleaming in the light. A tag dangled from the front-mounted ring, the word 'Cuntslave' emblazoned on it in large, clear letters.

Celestia inhaled quickly, then nodded once more, reaching up to lift her mane away from her neck. Surrendering one end of the collar to Aloe, Lotus guided it around their slave's neck, pulling the strap through the buckle and securing it firmly. Oh, how she wanted Celestia to wear it forever! But even one night was heaven. One night was more than she could have ever imagined, not so long ago.

"You're our bitch now, cuntslave," Lotus told the Princess firmly, unable to quell the surge of nervous excitement that tingled through her body.

"Our bitch until we take the collar off again," Aloe added.

"So be good. Or else."

"Y-yes. I'll be good. I promise," Celestia replied huskily. "I promise to be your good cuntslave. Because..." she inhaled, and let it go, her eyelids fluttering, "because it makes my cunt so wet to be ordered around and used by you. I'm enslaved by my cunt."

Lotus's fingernails dug into her palm as another shudder of arousal rocked her. "Come with us. We're getting dressed, and then - then it's time to go."

Welcome to the Bolt Hole

The back of the spa was unlit, as were the backs of the shops nearby. Only the gleam of distant lamps on the main streets gave any texture to the shadows. The clatter of iron-shod wheels on cobbles broke the quiet; a two-wheeled carriage navigated its way down an alley and pulled up outside the spa's rear entrance, pulled by two silent stallions in dark, nondescript clothes. A shuttered coach lamp released only a few hints of light at the edges of the frame.

The door opened, and a trio of ponies emerged. Two wore expensive looking coats that covered their bodies, exposing only their high-heeled boots and fingerless fishnet gloves. The third wore a cloak, large, black, and all-encompassing, hunching in a way that made it hard to determine their height. The two gloved mares helped the third into the coach, before disappearing inside themselves.

Without a word exchanged, without a glance back, the stallions between the stocks broke into motion once more. The coach moved off smoothly, rolling along the dimly lit lane towards the busy streets beyond.

Within, the coach was richly filled with dark woods and crimson cushions, roomy enough for six. Dark glass in the windows ensured that those within would not be seen, even when the lights outside became brighter. Celestia sat on the floor by the twins, breathing deeply, her magnificent chest rising and falling steadily beneath the thin black cloth.

Lotus smoothed back the Princess's hood and began stroking her colourful mane with small movements of her fingers. It'd help soothe the skittish mare, she hoped, but it was as much for herself as for Celestia. Her own nerves needed soothing too; the risk they were taking was real. Beside her, Aloe began stroking their slave's mane too, murmuring little soothing sounds. Lotus concentrated on keeping her breathing steady, running through their preparations in her mind. Everything had to be perfect.

It barely seemed like any time at all had passed when the coach drew to a halt, and a discreet knock on the door signalled that they'd reached their destination.

"Hood up, slut," Lotus told Celestia in a whisper. "We don't want anyone seeing just who's visiting Equestria's number one pit of depravity tonight."

Biting her lip, Celestia obeyed.

The door opened, and Aloe led the way out into the darkness. It was almost indistinguishable from the back of the spa, in many ways; lightless walls stretched down an unlit lane. Deep, inky shadows pooled everywhere, with only a hint of starlight to leaven the gloom.

This was it. Lotus took her heart in her hands, and stepped up to the small, unobtrusive door the coach had stopped beside. She knocked a quick pattern, two, one, five, and in response, the door creaked inwards. Dim red light spilled out. Without a word, she led Celestia's cloaked figure past the silent stallion behind the door, and into a narrow, T-shaped corridor. Numerous doors led off it, sacks of straw nailed to their backs to deaden any sound from within.

Her heartbeat thumping in her ears, Lotus approached a door half-way down the corridor, marked with a small sigil of a ball and chain, and slipped a key into the lock. The narrow door opened, revealing a chamber barely wider than the door was, dimly lit with a red lantern. The walls were studded with hatches, mostly at about waist height, and a couple of odd, padded stools were stacked in a small alcove next to the door.

Aloe closed the door behind them, and slid the bolts home. Grinning delightedly, she whispered, "This is it! You're going to get your first taste of a stranger's cock in your mouth, right here. The rooms on either side have doors from the front, and there are horny stallions just waiting for some cheap slut to open a hatch so they can cum down her throat."

"What are you doing still dressed?" Lotus demanded, her voice no less commanding for being kept to a hushed murmur. "Oh, I know... you're going to fill your mouth with a big, thick cock, and you want to be paid first. Because you're a whore. A filthy slut that offers her cunt to anypony with a couple of bits to spare. Here. Take them."

Casually, Lotus drew her hand from her coat pocket and tossed a couple of bits to the ground. They gleamed in the red light.

Celestia made an odd whine at the sight, shuddering, her pink eyes wide, then yanked off her cloak with frantic haste and threw herself naked to the ground, seizing the coins with both hands. Cradling them in her palm, she gasped throatily, "I'm - I'm a whore, and I will suck as much cock as you want for these two bits. I'm so, so cheap. I'll humiliate myself any way you want me to, for just - just a bit or two." The makeup Aloe had applied to her was thick, giving her a slutty, desperate look, and Lotus couldn't look away from the glisten of the dim lamplight across her full, crimson lips as her tongue flickered over them.

"That's very good, my pretty prostitute Princess," Aloe cooed. She glanced at her sister, then shrugged out of her coat, letting the elegant garment fall to the ground around her ankles. She wore knee-length boots in pure white, matched by the colour of her fishnet tights and tiny thong. A wide belt encircled her stomach, buckled over a tight corset that lifted and cupped her breasts. The edges of her areola showed above it, every movement of her toned body teasing the moment that her breasts fell free. Elbow length fishnet gloves completed the look, the stark white vivid against her warm pink skin.

Lotus tossed her own coat atop Aloe's, revealing an identical outfit in pure midnight black, and ran her gloved hands slowly over her own body as Celestia's gaze was drawn to her. "That's right," she murmured archly. "We're perfect, sensual goddesses. And you're our craven worshipper, our meek little slut."

"...yes, Ma'am," the divine pony whispered. "I am nothing before you."

"Come here, slave," Aloe beckoned Celestia, drawing her towards the nearest wall-mounted hatch. "You can put your coins on the floor right here, where you can reach them, but you don't have any pockets and you're going to need your hands to pleasure the stallion you're about to suck off. Kneel up - that's it."

Lotus circled around Celestia as the kneeling pony crawled obediently up to the wall, breasts swaying, and settled beside her. Placing one hand on the hatch and the other on Celestia's back between her wings, she breathed, "Are you ready to get your face fucked, slut? Are you ready to be a cheap hole for a stranger's cock?"

"Yesss," hissed Celestia in a strange, breathy whisper. "Yes, so ready, I'm ready..."

"Not a word once I open it. You don't want him recognising your voice, now do you?"

Celestia's face flushed an even deeper crimson, nodding mutely in acquiescence.

Lotus gripped the handle, and slid the hatch cover down. It was equally dark the other side of the wall, only a few hints of crimson light leaking between the thin strips of black cloth that dangled over the hole to block any inadvertent glimpse of the ponies involved. Almost instantly, a thick, hard shaft was rammed through the hole, dark grey, the tip dripping with pre-cum.

This was the moment of truth. Now Celestia's fantasies were made viscerally real; could she go through with them? Lotus watched anxiously as the divine pony stared, transfixed, at the cock before her, her pink eyes wide, making no move to touch it. Her bared breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples rigid, and her breath came in a quick series of escalating pants.

Clearly, she needed some encouragement.

Grabbing the back of Celestia's head, Lotus firmly shoved her forward, rubbing her ruler's face along the length of the stallion's cock. "Suck him," she breathed in an intense whisper.

A quick gasp escaped the Princess, a smear of precum glistening on her powdered cheek. "Mm," she murmured, a soft, small sound of assent, and reached up tentatively with both hands. Moving with delicate care, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the stallion's impressive shaft. A low male groan came from beyond the curtain, and Celestia swallowed, her cheeks flushing pinker in response.

"Use your mouth and your hands," Lotus insisted softly. Aloe, clearly deciding on her own kind of motivation, crouched down behind Celestia and wrapped her hands around the elder mare, capturing her full breasts with both hands and beginning to knead firmly. Her small fingers indented the royal pony's soft skin, pink against white. Celestia groaned, her eyelids flickering.

"Sounds like there's more than one of you over there," grunted a male voice through the wall. "If you want to share, I'm not complaining."

Lotus's gaze met Celestia's. Almost without conscious volition, the spa pony crawled forward, pressing her side to the wall and leaning up to the open hatch. Her lips parted, and her tongue flicked out, drawing a cool line along the side of his velvety cock. Like a pupil learning from a master, the Princess turned her head to face Lotus, and licked a matching line along the other side of the shaft.

Oh, fuck yes. Lotus felt a hot tremble run through her body, and reached up to curl her fingers over the top of Celestia's. Gently encouraging the Princess to begin stroking up and down the stallion's length, she moved her head around and captured the tip of his cock, letting it stretch her small mouth. Sucking gently, she let her head bob back and forth in a slow, teasing motion, her tongue swirling over the shaft filling her mouth with male musk. "Mmm... mmmh..." she groaned, reaching down with her free hand to stroke her own cunt.

For a moment, she forgot what she was doing, and simply lost herself in the pleasure of sucking on the stallion's cock. She'd always loved that feeling of a hot, hard shaft parting her lips, hearing the thick male moans on the far side of the wall. She didn't even know his name, but she'd pleased this particular stallion more than once, and had asked especially for him to be present for Celestia's first time.

Pulling her head back, Lotus sighed with pleasure, the stallion's shaft glistening wetly with her saliva. Breathing deeply, she nodded at Celestia beckoningly, a perverse part of her hungry for the sight of the pure, beautiful mare with her mouth full of cock. "Do it," she whispered.

Celestia leaned forward slowly, her lips quivering as they parted. Slowly, softly, her mouth closed over the tip of the stallion's impressive cock, smudging a hint of her lipstick down the smooth length of him as she guided him deeper into her mouth. A deep, soft moan escaped her, her cheeks growing hotter pink, and echoing Lotus, she began to tease and stroke her own cunt with her free hand.

"Fuck yes, suck my cock," growled the stallion hungrily. His hips began to move back and forth, leisurely fucking his ruler's mouth without any idea of the true identity of the mare subserviently sucking on him like a lollipop. "You like a mouthful of dick, don't you slut," he groaned.

Aloe chose that exact moment to firmly pinch Celestia's firm pink nipples. The divine pony gasped, the sound a mixture of protest and arousal, then her eyes rolled up as she fingered herself more roughly. Two fingers slid in and out of her spread pussy, glistening with her own wetness, her body shivering with lust.

Digging her nails into the palm of her hand, Lotus whimpered with desire. She was watching the Princess, naked on her knees, sucking and worshipping an anonymous stallion's dick, and it was because of her. She'd made this happen. It felt incredible; the sensation of power was thrillingly intense, an electric sharpness in her chest that made it hard to fully take a breath. Her hand covering Celestia's fingers, she urged the other mare to rub the stranger's cock faster and more roughly, leaning in to kiss whatever exposed grey skin she could find.

Letting the stallions's shaft slip from her lips, Celestia turned her head and thrust out her tongue, bathing his cock with it as her lips sought Lotus's. The younger mare's heart skipped a beat, freezing for an instant before she began kissing back with desperate need around the shaft. The Princess was kissing her! It felt so intimate, so perfect, she barely registered that she - that they - were stroking him quicker and quicker.

His orgasm caught them both off guard, too distracted with sensation to fully notice the signs. All at once, his cock jerked, and as Celestia pulled back in surprise, several jerky shots of cum splattered across her face, striking her cheek and lips, dripping down to splatter across Aloe's hands and her own massive cleavage. The Princess gasped in wordless need, her fingers buried deep within her cunt and twisting back and forth as her trembling free hand touched her own cheek and felt the gooey slickness of the thick cum painting her face.

"You're a mess," Lotus whispered huskily. "Bad slut. Bad slut. Now we have to clean you up." Turning her head, she kissed the end of the stallion's flared cock, lapping the wetness from the tip. By the time he withdrew, letting the black fabric fall back into place and blocking sight between the two rooms, Aloe was already licking the cum splatters off Celestia's outthrust breasts.

With a little whine of protest, Lotus crouched beside her sister and leaned up a little higher. Her heart accelerated as she kissed across the Princess's cheeks, her tongue caressing the older mare's impossibly smooth skin, before finally taking those beautiful, pouting lips with her own mouth. The excuse that she was just licking up the mess quickly fell away; she kissed Celestia hungrily, her head spinning as she felt her slave responding eagerly, urgently. Their tongues danced, filling Lotus with a feverish dizziness. This was what she wanted so badly, to use and own and connect to Celestia on every level, to be special to this pony that was so perfect and magnificent.

She lost herself. It took Aloe's whisper in her ear to draw her back to reality. "Our slut has another cock to please," her sister breathed softly.

Panting heavily, Lotus drew back. An unfamiliar stallion's cock had been thrust through the open hatch, taking the place of the last, this one thick and deep red. Swallowing, her own hand raking over her body to tease her achingly stiff nipples and feel the wetness of her panties, she watched Aloe seize Celestia by the mane and turn her head towards the new shaft.

"You made a mistake, and let the last stallion make a mess everywhere," Aloe chided gently. "This time, you're going to take his cock in your mouth, and you're not allowed to cum until he's fired his cum down your throat, like a good cum-whore deserves. Now take your fingers out of your cunt and open wide."

Celestia parted her lips to reply, then glanced at the wall again and simply nodded. Her whorish makeup was smudged from rubbing against the first stallion's cock and the cum she'd received over her face, cheeks flushed, eyes fever-bright with desperate arousal. Chest heaving, she removed her fingers from her cunt and opened her mouth wide.

With calm firmness, Aloe gripped the back of Celestia's head with both hands and shoved her towards the wall, ramming her mouth over the stallion's impatient cock. The divine pony gagged briefly as it filled her mouth, stretching her red-painted lips around its girth, before lifting her body a little and angling her head to take it deeper. Frequent training on the twin's strap-ons had prepared her wonderfully for the sensation of a real stallion's cock filling up her throat.

Lotus really needed something to fill up her cunt; desperate for anything that she could roughly fuck herself with. Bent forward, her blue breasts having fallen free from the precarious grip of her corset, she was urgently fingering herself as she watched her sister roughly force Celestia to take the stranger's thick cock ever-deeper down her throat. "That's hot," she whispered to herself. "That's so hot..."

Aloe met Lotus's eyes. There was a flash of understanding between them, a flicker of a glance, a faint nod - then Aloe released Celestia and dropped to her knees behind the crouching mare. Without ceremony, she thrust her tongue deeply into the Princess's cunt, parting her thighs with both hands. In smooth concert with her sister, Lotus stepped forward and seized a handful of Celestia's colourful, flowing mane as Aloe released it.

Still roughly playing with herself, Lotus panted breathily into the other mare's ear, "Aloe is going to make sure your slick cunt is kept nice and dripping while you show this nice stallion what your royal mouth is really meant for. So if you want her to bring you off - if you ever want to cum again - suck his cock like you were born for it."

Celestia whimpered, trying to nod despite the shaft buried in her throat. Her head bobbed back and forth with urgent desperation, drool running down her lower lip and jerky little gasps escaping her each time she pulled back far enough to take a breath. One hand was braced against the wall, supporting herself, as she jerked his cock with the other, hips grinding back and forth against Aloe's devoted licking. The Princess's expression was rapt with almost drunken fascination, her cheeks crimson, struggling to breathe but beyond caring.

It was too much for Lotus. Her orgasm exploded within her, blanking her mind and stealing her speech, leaving her groaning incoherently and humping her own hand. Shuddering with aftershocks, she seized Celestia's horn with her wet fingers and urged the divine pony deeper down the shaft. Yanking the other pony's head back and forth by the horn and mane, she felt Celestia surrender to her completely, becoming a passive doll. Lotus felt shudders tremble through the other pony as Celestia's deepest instincts cried out for air, but with a cruel smile, Lotus forced her down more deeply on the stallion's cock. Her free hand touched the bulge in the Princess's smooth throat, and to her dark delight, she felt it pulse under her fingers as the stallion pumped shot after shot of sticky cum into their obedient whore.

She waited until she was certain every last drop had been milked from the stallion's cock. Then, and only then, did she pull Celestia's head back to let her breathe.

Cum dripped from Celestia's lips as she coughed, her body swaying dizzily. A deep, masculine grunt came from the far side of the wall, and the dripping crimson cock was withdrawn, trailing a string of sticky, glistening fluid that momentarily kept it linked to Celestia's mouth. Lotus slid up the hatch cover, closing the opening as Aloe pulled back from pleasuring the Princess and kneeled up, helping steady their naked slave.

"You did good," Lotus soothed Celestia, leaning in to kiss away some of the sticky cum flecking the Princess's soft lips. "You were a wonderful horny fuckdoll. You did so good at taking a real cock so nice and deep, and he gave you all his cum to reward you. You're a real whore now, slutty Princess. You'll never know whose big, fat cocks fucked your mouth for a whole two bits."

Bending forward, nodding shakily, Celestia gathered up the two shining coins she'd left on the floor where she knelt, squeezing them tightly in her hand. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm a horny, slutty fuckdoll. There's nothing I won't do if you tell me to, Ma'am. I'm your personal cheap whore. I should be," she swallowed, then continued in a lower, huskier tone, "trained to be your bitch any time you want me."

Aloe crouched on the other side of the Princess, smoothing back the gently pastel coloured mane and stroking away the tangles caused by the thrashing around of her head. "You've had plenty of training so far," she observed. "Still, I think we should make certain you offer up your whore cunt in just the right way. Lotus?"

"I've got it right here," Lotus replied lovingly, rising and taking down one of the wide, gently curved stools. Moving into the narrowest part of the room, she set it down between a pair of hatches. Straps dangled from loops set into the walls. "Here, Princess slut. Push your ass up against the hatch and bend over."

"As you command, Ma'am," the Princess replied softly.

Lotus breathed in a quick, shivery breath. The aristocratic note in Celestia's quiet words made humiliating her all the more enjoyable. She wasn't just nobility, she was royalty. And she was Lotus's bitch. Grabbing Celestia's hips, she shoved the Princess's ass up against the cool metal of the hatch, only a thin, sliding plate between her and the eager cocks of the stallions waiting on the other side of the wall. With a hand on her back, Lotus pushed her down over the waist-high stool, the curved, padded surface taking her weight.

The Princess was left bent over at the waist, cunt and ass ready to be offered to whoever waited on the other side of the hatch. Her head was almost against the other wall, another hatch waiting before her mouth.

"Perfect," Lotus breathed.

"Nearly perfect," Aloe corrected.

"You're so right," her sister agreed.

The twins moved around Celestia with brisk efficiency. Aloe bound their slave's calves and thighs to the wall behind her, making it impossible for her to pull away from the hatch, while Lotus wrapped a strap over her back that pinned her wings in place, then cuffed her hands together. "You're trapped," the blue mare breathed as she slid a nullifier ring onto Celestia's horn. Gripping the long, magic infused spire, she yanked Celestia's head up, and went on lovingly, "You're ready to be fucked from both ends. You're a hot set of holes, wet and dripping, ready for any stallion that feels like dumping their cum in a lowly cunt like you."

Lowering her head, Lotus breathed directly into Celestia's ear, "Or any mare that wants to strap a nice, thick cock between her legs and fuck your royal brains out." Even knowing that Celestia wanted to be an anonymous fucktoy for whatever stallions would have her tonight, Lotus simply couldn't stop herself from reminding the Princess that she was quite capable of ramming her as full as any male.

A distinct shudder ran through the captive mare, bound and strapped in place, completely unable to escape from the fate about to befall her. Her full, wetly gleaming lips parted hungrily. "Yes..." she whispered, "I'm ready, anypony that wants me, fuck me, you can fuck me anytime you want, anywhere you want, any hole, I'm ready..."

"She's ready," echoed Lotus more clearly to Aloe. Taking hold of the hatch handle, she watched her sister take hold of the one opposite, then together, they opened the hatches to reveal twin openings, delicately covered by thin strands of black cloth, with a dim red glow beyond.

The waiting stallions must have been almost mad with anticipation. There was no hesitation; Lotus watched as a thick, milk-white cock was thrust through the hole, striking Celestia in the face. The enslaved Princess groaned throatily as the stallion behind her rammed into her dripping cunt, nuzzling her face against the one presented to her and smearing glistening trails of precum across her elegant, aristocratic features, before opening her mouth wide and managing to lift her head just enough to capture the tip of it. The white male pulled back enough to let her get it properly into her mouth, then thrust forward again.

This time, his aim was true. Guided by Celestia's soft lips, he plunged deep into the hotness of her mouth, a visible bulge showing in the smooth column of her throat. The Princess made a small, muffled choking sound, her hands tightening into fists and relaxing again. Her back tried to arch against the straps, wings straining, and her eyes rolled back as she helplessly surrendered to the rough urgency of the cocks possessing her from both ends.

"This is what all your subjects want," breathed Lotus into Celestia's ear, her voice pitched low and for the Princess alone. Reaching under her, the blue mare fondled the other pony's dangling tits with a possessive roughness. "Deep down, they want to fuck you. They want to fill you up with their hot, hard cocks, or force your royal face into their wet cunts and make you lick until you can't think of anything else. All those hungry eyes, all those straining cocks and dripping cunts, all for you. Fantasising about the Royal Princess being their personal cumslave, passing you around at parties, making you crawl on the floor and whimper like a dumb animal. Making you do tricks to earn another mouthful of delicious cum. Clever bitch. Roll over. Fetch."

Shudders ran through the Princess's body, desperate whines escaping her every time the fat cock fucking her throat pulled back far enough to let her breathe. Her naked body glistened with sweat, shimmering under the dim red lights, highlights catching the curve of her back, her dangling tits, the edge of her face, like an abstract painting of desire. All at once, she squealed loudly, and as Lotus looked back towards the other hatch, she caught sight of one dripping, drooling cock withdrawing, only to be instantly replaced by another. Aloe's hand rose and fell steadily, spanking Celestia's ass red while she held up the Princess's ethereal tail with the other, making it easier for the second stallion to get on with fucking the divine pony's brains out.

"All that cum dripping out of your abused cunt," whispered Lotus intensely. "You love it. You need it. Cumming and cumming inside you, stallion after stallion coating you in it, filling you. You're a cheap whore, Celestia, a filthy slut that doesn't know who's even fucked you because you don't care. You'll never look a stallion in the face again without wondering if his fat cock has been inside you, if you've sucked him off like the desperate bitch you are or given up your royal cunt for him to abuse any way he wants."

Crouching beside Celestia, Lotus leaned in to drag her pink tongue over the Princess's cheek, drawing a trail of wetness up to her ear and biting lightly. Celestia jerked and writhed against the grip of the straps, her eyelashes fluttering. Her eyes were wide, desperate, unseeing, betraying an animal mindlessness, and a muffled squeal forced its way out of her mouth despite the cock stretching her lips wide.

Aloe giggled. "That's right, cum your brains out," she encouraged the shuddering Princess. "Cover his cock in your cum. I love seeing you like this. I can't believe I ever doubted that this was what you really wanted." Her hand rose and fell smoothly, coating Celestia's ass with pink-red handprints.

Curling her fingers around Celestia's throat feather-lightly, Lotus felt the moment that the stallion's cock swelled and began pumping yet more cum into the Princess. The stallion held there for a moment longer, as if making a point, before pulling back. Celestia coughed raggedly, cum dripping from her shiny lips, then shakily raised her head to lick his cock clean, her glazed eyes squeezing closed as the stallion behind her fucked her more and more roughly. Aloe's cry of delight and approval signalled the Princess's already abused pussy was receiving another load.

Leaning forward, Lotus managed to kiss the side of the white stallion's cock as it slipped back out of sight, the fabric strips falling back into place, then she kissed the corner of Celestia's mouth. "You did so well," she murmured approvingly, carefully sliding the metal cover up to cover the hole. Stroking Celestia's mane, she waited for Aloe to signal that the other stallion had withdrawn, whispering small , degrading words of approval into the Princess's ear and listening to her heavy, panting breaths. Only then did she straighten up and address her sister.

"Our pretty slut did wonderfully, don't you think?" Lotus told Aloe with a smile, her fingers still caressing Celestia's mane and behind her ears.

"Mm, she did," Aloe agreed. "That's why I've got a treat for her. Unstrap her from the wall, please."

With a curious tilt of her head, Lotus bent down and unfastened the binders around Celestia's wrists and upper arms, letting the limbs dangle limply. Aloe undid the bands pinning the Princess's thighs and ankles against the other wall, then released a catch under the stool. With a firm push, she turned the captive mare to face into the room, still bound to the stool by the strap over her back and wings. "Would you like a treat, slutty Princess?" Aloe asked brightly.

Celestia's eyes slowly focused, and she looked up at Aloe. Her voice low and throaty, she murmured, "Anything you ... think I deserve."

"You definitely deserve this," Aloe responded playfully. Circling around Celestia, she stroked two fingers over the other mare's well-fucked pussy, then pushed two fingers into her. Ignoring the small whimper that escaped Celestia's lips, she worked her fingers around, then withdrew them glistening wetly. A couple of quick strides, and she was holding them in front of the Princess's mouth. "Cum from two stallions - and yours, too, you naughty, messy slut," she said with gentle teasing. "You earned all this cum, so you should get to taste it."

"Not that she hasn't tasted plenty of cum already," purred Lotus, gently dragging her fingernails over her own tingling, sensitised pussy. She was always so sensitive after she'd just orgasmed. Her breath quickened as she watched Celestia slavishly lick the mess from Aloe's slim fingers. She'd half-wondered if the Princess would end up baulking at the last moment, suddenly finding that fulfilling her fantasies could be much scarier than having them, but Celestia hadn't faltered once.

Which meant that they could move on to the big risks.

"Okay. Let's get her cleaned up," Lotus said decisively, moving to a cupboard against the blank end wall and opening it to reveal a coiled showerhead and several clean, fluffy towels. It was the work of a few moments to position her over a drain grating in the floor and rinse her off, rubbing her dry with playful vigour.

Celestia submitted to their ministrations meekly, her eyes lowered, but a small smile of happy contentment curved her red-painted lips. As Aloe hung up the wet towels on the narrow rails mounted inside the cupboard door, the Princess murmured softly, "Thank you. Thank you both for looking after me."

Lotus's heart thumped in her chest, momentarily robbed of the words to respond. She couldn't imagine the last time the Princess had allowed herself to be vulnerable enough to be looked after. Her eyes met Aloe's pleadingly, and thankfully, her twin understood, responding on behalf of them both.

"It makes us very happy," Aloe replied warmly. "You're a wonderful slave, Princess. We're both so honoured to share this time with you. If this is as much as you're ready for, then we're ready to take you back to the spa, now. But, on the other hand, if you're still ready for more..." she trailed off coyly, catching her lower lip between her teeth.

"If you're ready for more, we had something made for you, specially," Lotus went on. Moving to beside Aloe, she tugged a black pack from the lowest shelf of the cupboard and turned with it in both hands. "It's a special suit, just for you. So everypony can see you for what you are."

Aloe unfastened the buckles and opened the pack, tugging out a long, liquidly glistening bodysuit in black, then holding it up against her body, showing off the obvious cut-outs for the wearer's breasts, pussy and ass. A built-in hood and face mask dangled loosely, with a over-long horn flopping to one side.

Lotus gestured to the limp legs of the suit, where small metal rods were attached to roughly where the ankles would be. "So, this suit is meant to make you look like somepony pretending to be you. The feet are built to look like stilts - a normal pony wouldn't be as tall as you - the horn is way too big, so no pony will realise you really do have a horn inside it, and there are sunbursts on the thighs, but they're too far down."

"We did that on purpose," chipped in Aloe.

"So as far as anypony can tell, you're a white pegasus with some really big tits and a nice smackable ass," Lotus went on, trying not to let the nervousness she was feeling enter her voice. "You shouldn't try to talk of course, your voice is really recognisable, so there's a gag we can fasten across your mouth, and a blindfold too. So... that's it. We can take you out on the dance floor, and let everypony see you, and they won't know it's really you. We'll keep you on a chain, so even if you can't see, you'll always know we're right there, and you can't get lost. So... do you want to do this?"

The Princess was silent for a moment, and Lotus watched her gaze dance back and forth over the suit. A subtle shiver ran through her, though whether it was arousal or nervousness, the blue mare couldn't tell. Lowering her eyes, she said with a certain calm certainty, "You command me. I will obey."

The twins exchanged looks.

"We're taking you to be shown off," said Lotus firmly. "Let's get you dressed."

A Princess Exposed

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.

Kiss From a Rose

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."

The End of Masks

Cadance didn't usually ask for a formal appointment with Princess Celestia.

The two of them were close; had been close for a long time. Simply turning up at her private apartments was something she was long in the habit of doing, though she'd admittedly done it rather less since she'd ascended to the throne of the Crystal Empire. The duties and demands of her position kept her in the north most of the time.

Still. After what she'd seen, what they'd done together, she wanted to give Celestia time to prepare herself. So she'd made the request, and then waited patiently for it to be granted, even though each passing minute seemed to take as long as an hour. Cadance didn't have the faintest idea, as she was finally shown into the Solar Princess's chambers, whether Celestia would simply act like nothing had happened.

She herself wasn't sure what she'd do if that was how Celestia chose to deal with it. Maybe just meeting at the Bolt Hole sometimes would be enough. But...

The polite, professional guard showed Cadance through the regular reception rooms, out to a chamber on the outer flank of the castle. Broad windows drenched the room in light, glowing warmly on the small white table, and the two chairs that waited beside it. A single rose rested on the tabletop, still bearing its thorns.

So. They weren't pretending it hadn't happened, then.

She sat.

The guard disappeared soundlessly. Again, time stretched as silence settled. Cadance lightly stroked the rose's petals, feeling their softness under her fingertips.

It wasn't a sound that alerted her that she was no longer alone. It was a change in the air, a different feeling. Without turning her head, Cadance said softly, "I didn't know that you wanted those kind of things."

In her peripheral vision, she saw Celestia settle into the chair opposite her. "I didn't," the other mare replied. "Not until the sisters drew it out of me, and showed it to me." A small smile quirked her lips. "I still have a lot to learn. A lot of training to go through. It's been... wonderful, learning something new about myself after all these years. Something so powerful, and intense." She paused, formulating the right words, then added, "You haven't mentioned to me your visits to that place, either."

Cadance heard the question within the statement. "Shining knows," she replied. "It's something that we talked about when we began dating. I love him, very much, and no pony could ever replace him, he knows that. I know that's true for him, too. We both get a little jealous, sometimes, when the other has a new lover that they're paying attention to, but he's my husband, and I'm his wife. That won't change. All relationships take work, but we're very happy together."

There was a gently contrite tone in Celestia's voice. "I'm sorry, Cadance. I didn't mean to pry."

Reaching across the small, round table, Cadance took Celestia's hand. "I would have been saddened if you didn't. I don't want you to feel there are things you can't ask me."

Celestia squeezed Cadance's hand in return, and a wry amusement entered her voice. "I should thank you for inspiring the two of them. Aloe told me that the idea for my disguise came from having seen you, a regular pony imitating an alicorn."

Cadance giggled. "I really didn't recognise you at first. The disguise wasn't that perfect, but I just couldn't believe you'd actually - do all of that. I really thought they'd fed some horny pegasus enough magic to give her a set of boobs and ass big enough to..."

She trailed off, and coloured slightly as Celestia gave her an amused look. "Big enough to?"

"Make an impression," Cadance substituted, playfully. "And the thought of fucking a pony that was even pretending to be you was... pretty stimulating."

"You never said anything about that, either."

"Well... now I've made my interest clearer..." Cadance leaned forward, and her voice sank to an intimate whisper. "You've taught me an awful lot over the years, Celestia. I could teach you some things in return..."

Celestia placed a finger against Cadance's lips, a faint pink blush colouring her alabaster cheeks. "That would be up to my Mistresses. They gave me all of this. I owe them my complete loyalty and obedience. At least when it comes to this." The pink deepened towards red, and she added more teasingly, "You could say that they own my sex."

The tiniest bit disappointed, but not particularly surprised, Cadance nodded in acknowledgement. "They care about you very much. I wouldn't try to interfere with the bond between you. But I do hope they'll come back to me with you, so we can do more... together. Under their guidance. Because what I felt of you, what I did to you..." Her eyes closed for a moment, as a shiver of recollection raced through her. Huskiness tinged her voice as she finished, "I would like more of that. I want more."

Leaning close, their fingers intertwined, Celestia's tone was throatily teasing. "You could always come back to the spa with me, as yourself. They've kept my visits a secret... there's no reason they couldn't do the same for you. And then, who knows what they might order me to do..."

Nipples stiff against the delicate fabric of her dress, a hot breathlessness rising into her chest, Cadance whispered, "Gladly. If that's what it takes before I can grind your pretty face into my cunt until you beg for mercy."

"They have done a wonderful job in training me to be a submissive cunt licker," breathed Celestia into Cadance's ear. "I'm sure something can be arranged."

The impulse rose too fast to be denied. Cadance turned her head and met Celestia's soft lips with her own, and before she knew it they were kissing hungrily, urgently, open mouthed. She couldn't help but groan in pleasure, tingling with passionate delight. She was breathless when the elder mare broke away, a look in Celestia's sparkling eyes which promised things that made her heart thump within her chest.

Soft, full lips shaping each word with sensual invitation, the older mare murmured, "I have a spa appointment at six. If you'd like to come."

"Nothing in this world could keep me away."

Author's Note

This piece took some time to write, and it came from conversations between DbzOrDie and I over what would happen next after the original commission, Relaxing Celestia. I wanted to see the next big step in their relationship as Dommes and sub, exploring the risks and rewards of showing off your slave to others, the sensuality and emotion of it.

I'm very happy to have spent the time to get to grips with it.