Celestia watched for signs of trouble as her royal carriage moved across the desert plains.

Recently, Thorax, the Changeling King, had been disturbed by reports of a splinter faction of changelings who refused to abandon their old ways, feeding on love by force, instead of sharing and embracing it. He passed that information—and his unease—on to Princess Celestia.

Celestia, choosing to be proactive instead of reactive for once, set out to find these renegade changelings and bring them to Thorax for a stern talking to, in the hope he could convince them to repent, mend their ways, and make the transition. Or, failing that, at least lock them up someplace where they couldn't harm anybody.

Sensing the steeds pulling her carriage were tiring, Celestia ordered her carriage to stop.

"Let's make camp here," Celestia said.

"By your leave, Princess." The carriage driver signaled the horses to stop.

Celestia and her company left the cabin. The guards she brought with her as backup began setting up a camp, with a tent, fire, and a few pots and pans. They had enough provisions to last a few days, but no more.

Celestia looked toward the horizon, as if watching the sun that she commanded would give her a flash of insight into where the changelings were hiding.

Where could they be? she thought. The land beyond the Changeling Kingdom was a barren waste, arid, dry, with few rock formations or other enclaves to hide in. There wasn't even a cactus big enough to reasonably hide behind.

"Something on your mind, Princess?" Flare asked. He was one of the two elite guards Celestia had brought with her. The other’s name was Sol.

"Just thinking," Celestia answered, joining the others who were warming themselves by the fire.

"It'll be dark soon," Celestia said, watching the flickering flames. "We'll need to send out a watch. We should take shifts in pairs so someone can report back if the changelings overtake them."

"Can't you just keep the sun up for a little longer?" asked Sol.

"I cannot throw the entire day and night cycle out of balance just because it's an inconvenience to us. There are still farmers farming, sleepers sleeping, and others who run their schedules by the sun. Besides, if the sun did stay out past its time, sooner or later Luna would just brute-force it down before she went off to find me and scold me for shirking my duties."

"Fine," Sol said with a groan.

"We'll take the first shift," Flare said, volunteering with his companion. Sol’s expression suggested he didn't agree to volunteering, but he resigned himself and went along with it.

"We'll send a search party if you're not back in thirty minutes," Celestia said.

Flare and Sol nodded gravely, then left.

"Are you sure it's wise to split us up like this?" the carriage driver asked. "There are so few of us, and if something should attack us, like timberwolves—"

"No need to worry," Celestia said. "I've already contacted Thorax and the Royal Guard. Reinforcements will be out shortly. Unfortunately, Thorax's subjects have given themselves to peace so much, some of them have forgotten how to fight. Perhaps his brother was on to something..."

The cart driver didn't know what to say to that, and was silent as Celestia stared into the flames, contemplating the nature of violence.

Soon, one of the guards returned... and only one. Flare was beaten, bruised, and out of breath.

Celestia stood at attention. “What happened?”

"Princess... the renegades... they ambushed us," Flare said. "We-we couldn't fight back. I just barely got away. They took-they took my partner."

"Where are they?" Celestia asked. "Where are they hiding?"

"Just this way, over the rocks," Flare answered, pointing. "Here, I'll take you to them."

"Stay here," Celestia ordered the cart driver when she saw him getting up. "If neither of us return, someone has to go back to Canterlot to report what happened."

"Of course, Princess," the cart driver nodded.

Celestia followed Flare, trekking through the desert over to a pile of sandy boulders. A pile large enough for an encampment of rebel changelings, for sure. It was set in a circular motion, in a way clearly not natural. It was plain the changelings had set them up that way.

"In here," Flare said, gesturing to let Celestia go first.

Celestia entered inside the circle, between two medium rocks placed together as if meant to be a crude door.

Once inside, she scanned the area, trying to find traces of the changelings.

"Changelings!" Celestia said. "I know you are clinging to old ways of your traditions, but that's all in the past now! You have a new future waiting for you! Thorax is a good king, and he will welcome you with open arms and teach you how to love, if only you'll let him! If not..."

Celestia clenched her fists.

"Stand up, and face my wrath. That is my ultimatum to you."

Celestia waited. And waited.

No changelings came. Either they weren't here, or they weren't going to take her challenge, which was something Celestia hadn't prepared for.

"Where are they?"

Celestia felt a magic blast hit her in the back of her head, sending her staggering, her breasts bouncing up and down in her robe.

"Right here."

Celestia turned to see Flare with a black horn glowing green from his head. He flexed his hands, and his disguise faded away, showing a feminine changeling, with all of the old hallmarks: green eyes, holes in her legs, and greenish black skin.

"You," Celestia said, righting herself. "You were one of them. But how...?"

"Please," the Changeling said. "Did you REALLY think one changeling couldn't handle two of your men? How weak do you think we are?"

"Weak enough, without friendship," Celestia said. "Without love."

"These are not necessary things," the Changeling said. "Consider the cactus. Growing in the desert, how much love do you think it gets?"

The Changeling blasted Celestia again, and Celestia felt an oncoming headache. Celestia touched the tip of her horn and brought a spark of magic down into her head to ease the pain.

The changeling hit her again.

"I don't know who you are or where you came from, but you're not getting me or my sisters."

"Ha! You've made a mistake, then. I am Princess Celestia, raiser of the sun, and I have come—"

Celestia was hit by another blast, this one stronger and enough to send her staggering backwards.

She wasn't used to a pragmatic opponent like this. Even Discord, when he was evil, would have let her finish talking before striking back at her.

Celestia fired a ray back, but the changeling dodged, using their wings to fly off deftly to the side.

"I was saying, I am Princess Celestia, lady of the—"

The changeling's magic struck her in the gut, and Celestia lurched.

"You'll be nothing more than my servant, soon. So I'd advise you to forget whatever you are now."

"You presume much," Celestia said, raising her hands and preparing a greater spell from her horn. "I am not so easily defeated."

The changeling double-tapped her before Celestia could get her shot off. The blasts hit Celestia once in the legs and once in the head, throwing her to her knees and worsening her increasingly painful headache.

"Agh..." Celestia rubbed at her temples to massage her headache. She began preparing another curative spell, but the changeling shot her in the hand before she could connect the healing energies.

The changeling walked over to her, kicked her in the gut, knocking her over, then placed a foot on Celestia's wrist, waiting until the healing magic in Celestia's hand petered out.

"It would not seem so," the changeling said, as she kept Celestia pinned down.

Celestia struggled, flexing her wrists, but the Changeling only drove her feet in deeper.

“Stop struggling,” the changeling said, taking a hoof and stomping on Celestia’s chest, knocking the wind out of her.

“I’ve been looking so long for a source of affection to feed on—something to nourish me,” the changeling said. “Those two guards of yours were alright at first, but as I started drawing on their memories, they spoke so warmly of you… they said you were a kind, caring Princess with so much love in your heart, and, well… being in this desert so long with only cactus to eat from, one starts to work up an appetite.”

“I will not give you my love,” Celestia said. “Unless you agree to see King Thorax.”

“Who’s Thorax? And who said anything about giving?” The changeling hunched over Celestia. “I’m going to take it.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way—AGH!” Celestia’s attempt to reason with the changeling was interrupted by the changeling blasting her in the forehead again, worsening the headache pain.

“I’m afraid it does, ‘princess’,” The changeling said. “Changelings don’t accept gifts, or even loans. We only take.”

“Things are different now!” Celestia protested. “You don’t have to take love! You can get it freely, if you would just—ow!” Another bolt. Another increase in headache pain.

“Submit,” the changeling growled.

“Never,” Celestia snapped, saying it with more confidence than she felt. The headache was getting incredibly painful now.

The changeling sighed. “Fine. It seem I need to bring out the big guns for this.” She waved a hand over her chest, and in a burst of green flame, a pair of large breasts appeared, bobbing and swaying.

Celestia raised an eyebrow, but kept quiet.

The changeling grabbed and played with her breasts, kneading them and squeezing them, squishing them, creases appearing in them as she pressed her fingers into them firmly. Milk began to leak out of her nipples, dripping onto Celestia’s chest.

The changeling lurched over. She got down on her knees, driving them into Celestia’s stomach, and grabbed Celestia’s wrists to keep her pinned.

“Open wide,” the changeling said with a smirk.

“No,” Celestia insisted, even as the changeling’s tits dangled tantalizingly in front of her face. ...wait, had she always been this turned on by boobs?

“Come on~!” The changeling sang. “You know you want a taste.”

“On the contrary, I’m rather quite sure I don’t.”

The changeling growled. She blasted Celestia’s head again, and Celestia groaned.

“What were you saying?” the changeling asked. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“I … I want a taste,” Celestia said.

“That’s better,” the changeling said. She lowered her nipple into Celestia’s waiting mouth, and Celestia sucked obediently, if a tad listlessly and lovelessly.

“Oh, I realize it will seem at odd first, but trust me, you’ll learn to love it!” the changeling said.

Celestia could feel the heat from the warm milk as it began to fill up her mouth. She tried her best not to swallow, but eventually her mouth filled up, and she couldn’t hold it back anymore as it overflowed and spilled out from her lips.

She swallowed, the milk going down with a large gulp which the changeling was happy to hear.

Celestia felt her faculties weakening, and her resolve slipping.

Obeying mistress isn’t so bad… Celestia thought. No, what am I thinking? Fight it!

Celestia struggled, but the changeling kept her arms pinned. As a punishment for her attempt at resisting, the changeling pushed her tit further into Celestia’s mouth, and used her magic to squeeze her free nipple, squirting milk into Celestia’s eye.

Celestia blinked several times until the milk drained out of her socket. She was not pleased with this.

Seeing a chance to make her escape, Celestia raised a leg and kicked the changeling in the back. The changeling was knocked loose, and her grip on Celestia’s arms slipped.

Her hands now free, Celestia reached up and grabbed the changeling by the hips, pushing her aside and throwing her off.

She got to her feet, and quickly dug her heel into the changeling’s back, making her ear dirty and keeping her pinned. The tables had turned.

Making the most of the moment— since there was no telling how quickly the changeling would counterattack, or how they would do it—Celestia worked to apply her healing magic to herself. She managed to get a dose in, but her headache was still throbbing, and a treacherous, mutinous voice in her head told her it would go away if she would drink more milk.

"Gah," Celestia stumbled, wobbling back and forth.

The changeling reached up, grabbing Celestia's ankles, and pulled Celestia off her. Celestia stumbled, but regained her footing before she could fall.

The changeling fired another blast at her head, and Celestia wondered why she didn't make any effort to dodge it.

Because ... because submission feels good, Celestia thought. Because obedience is pleasure. No, no! It's because that no-good Changeling has weakened my mind and caught me off-guard! Agh!

Celestia tried to focus another spell, but it was so difficult to concentrate. Her vision was blurring around the edges from tears. It was especially difficult because of the changeling's distracting, beautiful, thick tits swaying back and forth, spilling milk. Milk that would help cure Celestia's headache if she drank, a voice in her head whispered.

"No!" Celestia insisted.

"Yes!" the changeling shouted, hitting Celestia again. This time Celestia did fall over.

"You're going to obey me now, you persistent little brat!" the changeling cursed, marching over to Celestia. She straddled her ankles around Celestia's stomach, then sat down, forcing her ass onto Celestia's face.

"Kiss my ass! Literally!" the changeling commanded.

Celestia's hands shot up and held tense for a moment as Celestia resisted, at first. But she succumbed and brought her hands over the changeling's squishy ass-cheeks and kissed them.

"Yes, Mistress," Celestia said muffled. "Your ass is so beautiful and soft."

"Go on," the changeling said. "And?"

"...and ugly," Celestia scowled, getting some will back.

"Why, you little…! Let's see how nasty you feel like being after some of this," the changeling took her hand and poked a hole in Celestia's vestments with her claw. With easier access below now free to her, the changeling stuck her fingers into Celestia's snatch, rubbing up and down.

Celestia moaned, her will ebbing away.

"You like that?" the changeling asked as she rubbed her ass on Celestia's face and her finger into Celestia's snatch. "You like having part of me on every part of you?"

"Yes, yes, I like it!" Celestia answered, giving the changeling's left cheek a long slurp with her tongue.

"Good." The changeling increased her finger-rubbing to a furious pace, working Celestia to the point Celestia came a little.

The changeling pulled out her wet, cum-soaked finger, observing the puddle she made around Celestia's crotch with pride, then stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked the cum, making a contented noise as she did, the kind a caffeine addict makes at their first cup of the day.

"Because if you liked that, you're going to absolutely love what I have planned for you next," the changeling said.

The changeling got up, adjusted herself, and then fell on Celestia, giving Celestia a deep kiss, sticking her tongue deep inside Celestia's mouth.

Celestia kissed back, her ability to resist reduced to almost nil by now. Her tongue was blocked by the changeling's at first, but she eventually overcame it and managed to push the changeling's tongue back so she could stick her tongue in the changeling's mouth. Celestia reached up and cupped the changeling's cheeks, moaning with delight as they kissed passionately like the caring, truly-in-love enamored partners she knew they weren't.

Celestia felt warm heat around her vagina that wasn't coming from her, followed by a bump. Glancing down, she saw flames swirling around the changeling's crotch, and once she saw the pitch-black cock appear on the changeling, she freaked out a little and broke the kiss.

"What are you doing?" Celestia asked, her eyes flicking back and forth in color between their natural purple and a corrupted green.

"Loving you, obviously," the changeling said. "Or rather, feeding on your love for me. The love you're going to have for me, certainly."

"I'm not going to love—I'm not... I... I love…? No, I—" Celestia rambled, losing her train of thought as the changeling penetrated her, putting her cock into Celestia's slit.

"I love you, Mistress," Celestia babbled drowsily.

"Just you wait," the changeling said. "You're going to love me even more. I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" Celestia curled her fingers in anticipation.

"Yes, a surprise," the changeling answered. "Just watch, listen, and feel my cum."

With virtually no effort at all, the changeling's cock discharged a wad of goopy semen into Celestia's snatch, as if it had come pre-loaded and already on the brink of climax.

Feeling the changeling's goopy cum inside her felt wonderful to Celestia. It was a relaxant, making her tense, overworked muscles feel more at ease, a welcome relief after all the fighting she'd been doing. One's body needs stress relief after an intense workout like the one the changeling had given her.

"Yessh," Celestia slurred. "I love you, Mistressh. Sho' much."

"That's what I like to hear," the changeling said, working and pumping her cock into Celestia's vagina.

"Unfortunately, that trick only works once per session, so if you want more, we'll have to do it manually. But don't worry. There's plenty more cum where that came from for you. That is, if you want it..." The changeling teased, as if she might stop thrusting if Celestia didn't reply in the affirmative.

"I want it!" Celestia shouted, thrashing and almost launching herself up before the changeling put a hand on her chest and gently pushed her back down. "I want your cum, Mistress! I want sho much of your cum insift—insign—inside me!"

"Well, you can certainly have it," the changeling said, already able to feel her cock beginning to throb once more. "The question is, Celestia, how much do you love your Mistress?"

"I love her thissh much!" Celestia said, making a heart with her fingers.

"Enough to let you feed you her milk?"

"Yessh, of course!" Celestia answered cheerily, her eyes turning green and staying that way.

The changeling adjusted herself, raising her body up over Celestia and lowering her swinging tits toward Celestia's mouth while still thrusting her shaft into Celestia's snatch. The changeling set a hand on the ground next to Celestia's head to steady herself, and pushed herself up and down as if she was doing jumping jacks.

Celestia sucked on one nipple with gusto, the slurping noise reminiscent of drinking a slushie through a straw.

Celestia and her mistress each moaned lightly; Celestia from the sweet, headache and pain-relieving milk, and the changeling from the way her cock was twitching and filling up with cum.

"Hey, Celestia," the changeling said. "Guess what?"

"What?" Celestia asked, unlatching from the nipple for just a brief moment.

"I am—" the changeling adjusted herself, pulling to the side and giving Celestia access to the other nipple, which the changeling pinched and caused a squirt of milk to splash onto Celestia's face. "—about to cum inside so much and make you my dedicated sex servant. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes," Celestia answered, sweeping her mouth with her tongue to pick up the milk. "That sounds... so nice." A small voice went off in her head shouting that it wasn't nice, but she couldn't understand why it would feel that way. It would be nice to be a servant, with no mind of her own, no responsibility to burden, no worries to stress about. And how could she say no to drink more of her beloved Mistress's milk and cum?"

"Aah! Ooh!" Celestia shivered and moaned as the cum came hard, fast, and messy. It gushed out, splattering over both their crotches, though Celestia's snatch absorbed the majority of it. Celestia responded in kind by cumming herself, though not anywhere near the seemingly liter's worth the changeling's cock had spurted.

"Now with that taken care of..." the changeling said, getting up while her cock dripped a string of gloopy semen onto Celestia's navel. "...why don't we—"

"Oh, Mistress, please!" Celestia begged, putting her hands together. "Please give me more of your cum. I want to treat you right. I want to treat you with the respect you deserve!"

"Uh, okay," the changeling said. She glanced quickly at the sky. It would be getting dark soon, and while she didn’t know if Celestia had any reinforcements who might be coming to back her up, if they were, they’d be on alert by now. "Let's do this quick, though."

"I promise I'll be super-duper quick," Celestia said with a smile. She shimmed out of the top of her robe, letting her tits hang out. "Put your cock between my boobies, Mistress!"

The changeling smiled, liking where this was going. "Well, if you insist ..."

She got down on her knees and placed her cock right between Celestia's jugs. Celestia giggled, amused by the sight of the penis head still leaking cum right in front of her face. She stuck her tongue out to lick the cum off, but her tongue was a few inches shy of being able to reach it, much to Celestia's irritation.

Thus, Celestia pressed her boobs down hard, shaking them up and down, meaning to make that cock spurt and give her tongue more of that cum by any means necessary.

"You like my cock, don't you?" the changeling asked with a smile. "You want it. You love it. You need it."

"I need it!" Celestia repeated. "I need it inside me so badly, Mistress."

"Well, good thing for you I'm a changeling. Open wide."

Celestia opened wide, and green fire appeared on the Changeling's cock as she shapeshifted into an ever bigger cock that she shoved straight into Celestia's mouth. Celestia sucked it eagerly, still rubbing its length with her boobies, and all she wanted was for it to cum and fill her up.

The changeling slid its cock back and forth, enhancing the stimulation, and with Celestia's feverish sucking, the changeling was letting out cum into Celestia's mouth. Slow, steady drops, at first, before letting out a decently sized load that dripped out over Celestia's chin, mixing with the remnants of milk there, and Celestia did her damndest to swallow every bit of it.

"So good," Celestia moaned. "More, more!"

“I can certainly give you that,” the changeling said sharply, standing up with her cock bouncing up and down. She stroked her own length, pinching her fingers around the base of her member, pushing it down with a finger to aim at Celestia. Celestia watched raptly as the fingers went up and down that gorgeous cock she craved so much, waiting for the moment when it would finally fire.

And soon enough, it did. The head swelled as it shot a load all over Celestia’s face, getting into her hair, her eyes, onto her nose and into her waiting mouth. The sticky stuff looked like webbing between her lips.

Celestia closed her mouth and swallowed, each second of the hot spunk going down her throat like she was living the purest fantasy of a paradise that didn’t exist, where the only thing she had to do was swallow cum. No stress, no worries, just cocks, cum, and her mouth between them.

She moaned, gargling the cum as she did, and her snatch dripped out some more cum of her own.

“You want more?” the changeling teased.

“Yes!” Celestia answered. “More, more! Never enough!”

The changeling put a hand to her mouth coquettishly. She squatted, inserting her cock into Celestia’s vagina.

“You remember when I said I could only do my special trick once?” the changeling asked. She snapped her fingers, and Celestia tensed up as a load of hot cum went straight down her snatch, making her tense up in surprise before relaxing in pleasure.

“I lied.” The changeling pulled her cock out again, letting it drip onto Celestia’s lap some more.
Celestia’s vagina leaked a little more. Then it began to feel funny.

“Mm,” Celestia moaned, lifting her head up. She blinked, then wiped the cum out of her eye with her palm to clear her vision, and proceeded to lick her palm clean.

“Oh, Mistress, it feels so good to have you cum inside me,” Celestia said.

“Does it?” the changeling asked. “Well, you know what would be even better?”

“What?”

“Getting filled up with multiple cocks, at the same time,” the changeling answered. She turned her head and whistled. “Come on out, boys!”

Flare and Sol appeared from behind some cacti, staring at Celestia and the changeling with blank expressions on their faces. Their armor was broken, and they were nursing a few bruises and scrapes. But they were entranced, just as Celestia was, so minor wounds made no difference to them.

“Come here,” the changeling said to all of them. She grabbed Celestia by the hips and put Celestia onto her feet. Celestia wobbled, but the Changeling righted.

“I said come here!” the changeling said, gesturing at the guards to hurry up, which they were quick to obey.

The changeling flexed her fingers, and with her magic she knocked off the guards’ codpieces and tore through their underwear.

“Now, boys, would you be so kind as to help me give her majesty one last performance before we go home?”

Flare and Sol looked at each other with concern.

The changeling sighed. Clearly she was going to have do a little more work on them. She waved her hand, her magic grabbing and squeezing their cocks, giving them a little twist as she worked them up.

Flare and Sol moaned and panted, falling onto each other to give the other support as their thoughts were overwritten and replaced with nothing but ideas about cumming, about cumming a lot, about who they would cum into. their cocks leaked a little, dripping precum onto the dirt.

“Come here, come here,” the changeling commanded, and the guards finally did so.

“Here,” the changeling said, pointing to underneath Celestia. “You take that side, and you go over there.” She gestured to the front of Celestia.

The guards took their positions, one standing in front of Celestia, the other rolling and tucking underneath her feet.

“Mistress, I don’t understand what we’re supposed to be doing,” Celestia said.

“You’ll get the hang of it.” The changeling grabbed Celestia by the arms and twirled her around, whipping Celestia over so that she was leaning over Flare on the ground, with Sol in front of her now in prime position to put his cock in her mouth.

“Ready?” the changeling asked, then inserted her cock into Celestia’s ass before Celestia replied.

“Now, you two,” the changeling said, pointing to them.

Flare on the ground pushed himself up, adopting a position like doing an exercise and inserting his cock into Celestia’s snatch, while the other pressed his member past her lips.

Celestia gave a confused moan. She began sucking on the cock in her mouth, thinking to herself that it didn’t taste as good as the changeling’s, but cum was cum just the same, wasn’t it?

The changeling began pumping, as did Sol, Celestia vaguely remembered his name being. Celestia’s body rocked back and forth, being swayed by the motions of the changeling and guards who were thrusting her.

Celestia’s body reacted with a passion she didn’t think it could do. While she clamped her mouth on the cock there and sucked as hard as she could, she’d never before experienced her snatch and her asshole clenching as tight as they did quite as much as they did now. It was almost like they were separate entities with a thirst for cum independent of her own.

Celestia moaned, giving off muffled pleas for them all to cum inside, to please cum inside. Please don’t hold out, I’ll be a good girl, she wanted to say.

“I think she’s ready, boys,” the changeling said. “What do you two think?”

“Not yet,” Flare said, relishing in the sensation of the Princess’s snatch tightening and clamping down on his shaft.

“More, more!” Sol shouted as he continued to pump Celestia’s mouth. “Guh!” Despite his wishes, he couldn’t hold it in. With all the practice Celestia had with the changeling lately, he didn’t stand a chance.

Jizz flowed out out Celestia’s mouth like a fountain, and the Changeling cooed softly at the loud moans Celestia made as she gulped it down.

“Music to my ears,” the changeling said. “Okay, you—” she said to the other guard, “—let’s do you and me at the same time, okay?”

“Yes, Mistress!” the guard answered, thrusting hard into Celestia.

“One, two, …three!” the changeling raised her hands into the air, moaning with satisfaction as her cock twitched and spurted into Celestia’s ass, reinforcing her hold over the princess.

Flare’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as he had a mind-blowing climax, his cock shooting ropes of semen upward and making Celestia look whiter than she usually was.

“Ooh!” Celestia shouted, cumming herself, which fell onto the Flar’es cock and mingled with his own semen, making it clump together on his dick like a fine gooey mess.

The changeling separated herself from Celestia, then shoved her aside and went down on the Flare’’s member, sucking the cocktail of masculine and feminine juices with delight.

“Mm!” the changeling said as she pried herself off and wiped her mouth. “Truly a confectionary for the ages! Now…” she glanced at the sky. “It will be getting dark soon, so why don’t you three come with me and I’ll get you accommodated to your new home?

“Come along, all of you,” the changeling continued. “You all need some rest, and you have a lot of love you’re going to have to give if we’re going to feed the rest of the pack.”

Celestia and the guards followed their mistress out of the alcove, to be taken away to the other changelings, where they would be put to work giving all of their ‘love.’

Author's Note

So, yeah, this was a commission of basically the same thing twice, of Celestia getting dominated with mind control.

Had to do a little more revising with this one than normal, as I threw in a few things the commissioner asked to be taken out.

Hope you like it, and if you really like it, maybe go to my user page and consider commissioning me?