Author's Note

A Royal Ritual
Written by Seraphem, edited by Javarod and Shrinky Frod

Contains: Incest, Futa on Female, Public Sex, Gangbang.

A Royal Ritual

Below the soaring spire of the clocktower that towers over the first and largest Clocktower Society location many secrets are kept. This should come as no surprise given that the existence of the site, or even the Society in general, is a secret to nearly anypony that is not a member. But even within the realms of those who seek to openly revel in debasement and debauchery without fear of judgement, there are things that it is felt must be kept hidden.

One of these things that is kept hidden is that within the sprawling caverns that make up Clocktower Equestria East there exists an entire, thriving hive of changelings. Even for those ponies that would be able to accept the ‘perversions’ that the society seeks to remove the stigma from, knowing they were fostering a large group of the creatures that once nearly conquered the capitol right in the very heart of Equestria could very likely be too much to convince them of the Society’s worth and rightness.

Hence why none outside of Society members know about it. Even then, very few ever seem to fully consider all the ramifications of this fact, ever really seem to truly think over all it could mean and just what it is an entire hive of changelings might do when not engaging in ‘play’. It is a fact they know, but rarely ever know.

While few give thought to the Hive itself, nearly every member has a good familiarity with many of the perks having it around gives them: from the magic to create some of the most elaborate, powerful, and stable transformation potions possible; to multiple means of detecting infiltration by those Hives that seek a parasitical, rather than symbiotic, relationship with ponies. But by far the most well known service, and the one thing most members think of whenever they think about the presence of changelings in the Society at all, is the Changeling Brothel.

Society members receive a chance to live out otherwise impossible fantasies, while the changelings get to harvest a nearly unlimited amount of love, or at least lust, which is close enough.

While this arrangement has existed since time immemorial, the Brothel has undergone many changes over the years as current interests waxed and waned. The most recent change of note is the expansion being done, an entire separate wing having been added on in just the last few years. This section caters to the increasing number of guests that come seeking a specific type of fun. While it has no official name, the most common unofficial ones tend to be some version of ‘The Princess Palace’.

Though the recent surge in requests for royal delights is fairly new, and likely in large part due to the much larger selection of royalty to fantasize about than ever before, the Brothel has always been very accommodating for those seeking such forbidden fruits. Nowhere is this more evident than in an annual event that has been held for longer than any living pony can remember.

On the same day every year, a crowd gathers in the plaza in front of the Brothel bright and early. Approximately an hour after sunrise, a squad of guards, usually a mix of Royal and Tower, drag a bound, hobbled, and utterly naked (unless you count a black collar) white alicorn out of the building and secure her to a holding rack in the center of the plaza. At that point the crowd is let loose, free to use the helpless mare for their pleasure however they see fit until well past midnight. Barring the occasional break to clean her up a little and allow her food and a bit of rest, of course.

Nopony is long under any illusions of what is going on, that this might actually be the real Princess Celestia. The most commonly shared belief is the mare being violated all day long is in truth the Firehive Queen, the leader of the hive and mother to the vast majority of its changelings. That the annual ritual is her gathering a massive supply of freely given love and lust to help prepare for laying a fresh clutch of eggs. An idea that does have more validity then many of them would guess.

Even the briefest thought would make one doubt this could be the true Celestia. Though all are aware that she knows of, and enthusiastically supports, the Society, they also know she has never been known to actively participate in it. The obvious reason would be a lack of interest in the activities that entails, but most consider it an open secret that the real reason is political. That if her doing so were ever made public it would create a massive scandal and draw much unwanted attention to the Society, and so their beloved Princess denies her own desires to protect them.

Besides, if this were the real Princess, why would it be taking place outside of a place explicitly for indulging in fantasies with those able to take any form you desire? For those that have enough presence of mind to notice, an even bigger clue is left in plain sight of the reality of things. The padlock dangling from her collar that usually bares the sign of whoever owns the sub is in this case a Firehive Badge, a token all Changelings in the Society wear out of courtesy to let potential partners know what they are despite what disguises they might take.

Still, there are those few now and then for whom even that is not enough proof, who still think this might all be an elaborate scheme to allow Celestia to have some fun while keeping any potential scandal in check. None of them have yet to continue expressing this idea past the final piece of evidence proving this is in fact just a Changeling impersonating the Princess.

Every year while this is going on, Celestia has quite clearly, undeniably, and one might even be tempted to say almost conspicuously been somewhere else: Overseeing parades in her honor; attending baking or flower growing competitions as a special judge; meeting school classes that have done something outstanding and notable; touring hospitals to meet and spread a little personal sunshine to those within, especially the foals; nearly every minute of the day is accounted for in very public venues with dozens, if not hundreds, of ponies all around who love and adore her at all times.

This years festivities started off just like all others. The crowd had begun gathering before dawn, ponies, griffons, diamond dogs, even a few dragons all hoping to get a good spot near the front of the pack. By the time the broad doors to the brothel open the crowd has grown larger than the plaza can hold. They milled around, holding polite conversation or simply waiting patiently, the low buzz dying out as the first guards come into view.

The assembled creatures press forward, those in the back trying to find a way to see over the crowd, trying to get an idea on what was in store this time. Every year things are changed in some way, what bonds are used to restrain her, what position she’s placed in, what little extra goodies might be left behind for them to use. This year the ‘Princess’ is led forth in chains. Heavy looking manacles are clamped around each pastern with chains binding all four together. She’s being led by a set of reins attached to a bridle rather than a leash on her collar, and attached to the straps encircling her head is a ring gag that is already in place, holding her mouth wide open.

Her wings are bound in delicate looking straps around and across the joints that are made to give enough mobility to allow a pegasus, or in this case alicorn, to use their wings to please their master, while keeping it restricted enough to prevent flying or being able to use the wings to attempt to strike back. A golden ring sits at the base of horn and her ethereal tail is somehow constrained within a dock strap, held up to fully expose her marehood and tailhole, while at the very tip rests a crystal bell.

The four guards march their charge silently to the platform in the center of the plaza and get to work securing her. She is forced on top of a raised plinth of what looks like solid stone, but a close look would show the top of it was quite comfortably padded and shaped to be immensely comfortable, while still ingeniously disguised to look like it wasn’t. Her forelegs are chained to the plinth while her rear ones are secured to rings driven into the platform far enough apart to force her to spread wide. The reins are secured to a ring driven into the stone base of the pillar, keeping her from lifting her head higher than would be needed.

Once in place, one of the guards flipped a lever and with a creaking, grinding sound of machinery in motion the center of the platform descended. It sank downwards till it stopped with a jerk, leaving the bound alicorn’s body at a near perfect height to be used by a more average sized pony.

Before stepping back to assume their posts at the corners of the platform, where guards would remain for the entire day, one of them pulled a collection of black markers out from under her armor and left them hanging off a nearby hook.

Once everything was secured, the now helpless and ready to be used like a common slut alicorn twitched her tail once, a single silvery bell chime ringing out as she made clear her readiness and consent for this to begin.

The throng pressed forward, each eager to be the first to climb up to the platform and vent their lust on one of the most sought after and beautiful bodies in all of Equestria. Just as the first hooves were landing on the steps leading up a massive wind kicked up, blowing out from the platform with enough strength to make everyone pause.

“YOU SHALL CEASE THIS AT ONCE!”

A voice thundered over them, causing nearly every ear to flatten down against a head. Before the echoes of the shout had died down, a dark blur slammed down onto the stage hard enough to send tremors through the ground.

The Princess of the Night rose from up out of the dust cloud that her landing had kicked up. She stood tall, her wings spread out and quivering with tension as she began to pace around the edge of the platform. “FIE! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS! HAVE PONIES SO FORGOTTEN THE BASIC TENETS OF RESPECT FOR THOSE WHO GUIDE AND PROTECT THEM?”

She glared at the assembled mass of creatures as she circled the form of her sister. Her voice had lost a bit of its thunderous quality, but was still loud enough to be heard clearly by all there. Those at the very front quelled under the assault of her powerful voice and disapproving glare, while further back a current of unease started to spread, uncertainty of what was going on. Did Luna take offense to this? Was she going to put a stop to this? Why now?

Only those few at the head of the pack, or at least those that were actually looking up at the apparently incensed alicorn rather than cowering before her wrath, were able to see the way her lips turned up in a small grin, or see the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“TO HOLD ONE SUCH AS THIS,” her wing dipped down towards the bound mare, who was looking at the other alicorn with a clear expression of curiosity, “BOUND FOR THE USE OF ALL LIKE SOME COMMON HARLOT AND NOT OBSERVE THE MOST BASIC COURTESIES ONE WOULD EXPECT? FOR SHAME ON YOU ALL!”

She moved behind ‘Celestia’, turning from the crowd to let her eyes roam over the presented rump. A few ponies on that side of the platform blinked and rubbed their eyes as they thought they saw a patch of shadow moving and swirling underneath of Luna’s belly.

“Guard! Raise this mare back up.” The guard at the controls hesitated only a moment before obeying the royal command. The bound alicorn rose from its depression slowly, Luna watching over her the whole time, till calling out “Stop!” before the sunken area had been raised more than a little past halfway. A height that some few noticed left Celestia at a more convenient height for a pony the size of Luna to mount.

Luna nodded in satisfaction before turning back to address the crowd. “A PRINCESS OF EQUESTRIA SHOULD NOT BE TREATED IN SUCH A WAY!” By now, the grin on her muzzle had grown wide enough for all to see. “HOWEVER, IF THIS IS IN FACT NAUGHT BUT SOME COMMON HARLOT, IT SHOULD BE TREATED LIKE ONE.” Luna turned back towards her ‘sister’, one hoof reaching out to slide across her, soft, plump rear end. “FEAR NOT CITIZENS, FOR WE SHALL TAKE IT UPON OURSELVES TO DETERMINE WHICH IT IS THAT STANDS BEFORE YOU, PRINCESS OR WHORE!”

The shadows that a few had thought they’d noticed writhing underneath the night princess grew larger, now undeniable and drawing the eyes of everyone that could see. They contracted, seeming to begin to take a solid shape till with a flash of what could only be described as ‘unlight’ it solidified. Where once a tumultuous patch of shadow resided, now hung a truly impressive stallionhood.

Those that could see it gasped, an excited buzz spreading through the crowd as more and more noticed or were informed of this turn of events; a sense of anticipation growing once more as everyone there prepared for an unexpected show.

The royal cock pulsed and throbbed, steadily growing larger, firmer every second as Luna continued to run a hoof over Celestia’s ass. It grew out from a pair of massive, almost inflated looking balls that swayed as Luna moved. The base of the shaft a midnight blue, black mottling spread across its length, growing more prevalent until the entire head of a shaft that would make near any stallion envious was pure, pitch black.

The crowd pushed closer, every creature eager to see what was going on. The aura of confused dread at what had seemed to be Luna stopping the tradition from happening this year, instantly changing to eager anticipation of this new twist.

The chatter and murmurs of the crowd died out as a heavy ‘slap’ echoed out across the plaza from Luna’s hoof striking her sister’s plump rear, her grin turning almost predatory as she watched the ample flesh sway and jiggle. “Such a perfect rump, almost begging to be groped and pounded.”

The smaller alicorn reared back and mounted her sister, stepping close enough for the nearly fully grown shaft to slide between Celestia’s legs. “I can already feel how heated your marehood is slave. Are you eager to have everypony watch as I claim you?”

The bound alicorn’s response was a weak moan, that could have been anything from denial to encouragement. Luna ran a hoof through her flowing mane “Now now, you can do better than that, if you really are naught but a common harlot, ready to be used by any who wish.” She drew her hips back, her cock’s length grinding across her sister’s slit, coming away glistening with the moisture already coating the sensitive folds.

Celestia cried out loud, the gag keeping it wordless and indistinct, but clearly one of a mare enjoying her treatment and eager for more this time. “As I thought, it seems thou truly are nothing more than a needy slut.” Luna’s cock popped out from between Tia’s legs, springing into place and aimed directly at the now winking marehood. The dominate sister brought her hips back down, pressing the broad head of her fully rigid cock to those damp folds and holding it there.

The audience, nearly to a being, held their breath as they waited to see if Luna would actually go through with it, fully commit to such an open and public act of depravity as rutting her own sister like this. Even if only in effigy, as nearly no one in the crowd could believe this would really happen if this was the real Celestia. But for all they could use logic to tell themselves this, few if any cared when given such a sight to behold.

The collective gasp nearly drowned out the low, throaty moan Luna made as she finally began to push into the waiting, eager passage, her cock forcing the folds apart easily as she began to sink inch after massive inch into the public slut. “Tartarus are you tight. ‘Tis what happens when thou receives a good rutting but once a year? Or are you always such a perfect cock-sleeve?”

‘Celestia’s’ reply was another loud moan, her whole body shuddered as she was violated by her sister, clearly enjoying this. Her eyes shut as she hung her head as far as her bonds would allow, letting the other alicorn do as she wished.

Over and over Luna’s cock was driven into the bound alicorn. The entire hall was quite enough for the wet ‘shlick’ of the slut’s cunt being pounded, and the heavy ‘slap’ of Luna’s balls slamming into her cockslut to echo out over the crowd.

Throughout the crowd, ponies were reacting to the incestous display. Hard cocks and wet marehoods on full display as hooves sought out both. Near the edges, doms and subs began to pair off, adding their own growing moans to rising chorus that was starting to drown out the sounds of the debased actions being performed on stage. Even the guards, who usually stood silent watch over the proceedings unless somepony needed to be escorted away, were openly enjoying the show, their cocks throbbing hard under them, even if they maintend enough professional composure to not tend to their obvious need.

Luna cried out louder than ever, a long, shuddering whiny that blended in with the growing sounds of the burgining orgy around her. She slammed down hard enough to rock her ‘sister’, leaning over her back, one foreleg reaching out to wrap around her shoulder. “By Epona! Such a perfect… ahhhhh!... cock-sleeve. Go on whore, show them all what thou art! We can feel thy tension, feel thy need. Give in little whore, accept thou art naught but a pleasure slave for others to sate themselves upon!”

Luna’s forehoof squeezed tighter, pulling the white mare backwards, giving the darker alicorn more leverage to begin slamming her cock into the dripping cunt of her sister even harder then before. Within seconds ‘Celestia’ threw her head back, a long, inarticulate cry bursting out of her throat and through the gag. Her whole body shook with pleasure, her wings flaring out to the extent her bindings would allow.

“That is it slut, cum, cum for me! Show all the little ponies what thou truly are. Show them how much you love being impaled on our cock!” The filled slut’s cries only got louder as the shudders running along her body grew strong enough to rattle her chains.

Luna grunted, her rapid pounding slowing down, become steady, hard bucks as her swollen balls drew up in preparation of unleashing their load. “Close, We art close! Dost thou want it? Want our seed inside of thee? Wish us to breed you like a true brood-slut?”

Cries from the throng around the stage grew even louder as Luna’s words pushed a number of ponies past their own limits. By this point nearly every creature in the plaza was either pleasuring themselves, or had found a partner or two to share with, save for an iron willed few, or the ones closest to the stage, who were focused on being able to get their relief from the public slut soon.

“Eeeesss! Eeeesss! Oooo eh!” The first words ‘Celestia’ had tried to say since being brought out. Even though being distorted by the gag holding her mouth wide open, it was clear what she was trying to say.

“Good… good slut. Now, accept… thy… REWARD!” The force of the Royal Canterlot Voice sent the nearest ponies stumbling backwards as Luna slammed down into her ‘sister’, the bulge in the mare’s stomach unmistakable at this point. With a long, whinnying cry, Luna came, those closest able to see the base of her cock pulse as each powerful rush of cum erupted into the waiting whore’s womb. Torrents of royal jizz filled the incestous slut, enough to round out her already generous stomach slightly as with each powerful shot Luna’s engorged balls seemed to shrink.

As she neared the end of her orgasm, the Princess pulled back, letting a thick rope of cum splatter over the most lusted after rear in Equestria. Sliding her cock between the plump ass cheeks she milked the last of her climax out, heavy shots of seed splattering across ‘Celestia’s’ back, some getting caught in her ethereal tail.

Once finally sated, Luna dismounted the filled mare, her legs shaking slightly as she took a few cautious steps back, looking over her work, at the cum spackled ass and leaking marehood of what appeared to be her sister.

A wide grin still on her muzzle she moved around to the mare’s front, one hoof grabbing her horn and pulling the ring-gagged muzzle down to meet Luna’s fluid covered cock. “Clean it like a good little slut.”

The ponies nearest the stage moved closer, a few moving to the first step leading up to the platform. Only a mix of fear and respect for the Princess of the Night kept them from breaking and rushing to relieve their own pent up needs on the offered body of the Princess of the Sun. A ‘Princess’ that didn’t hesitate in the slightest before letting a long, broad tongue slide out through her gag and starting to almost eagerly lap at the cock coated with incestous fluids.

Luna let her clean off the bulk of the still rigid shaft before stepping back, letting the bound mare’s head go limp as she moved to the edge of the stage to address the waiting crowd. “WE HAVE MADE OUR ASSESSMENT MY SUBJECTS!” She pointed a hoof back at her ‘sister’. “‘TIS NO PRINCESS BEFORE YOU, MERELY A COMMON SLUT IN NEED OF USE. SATE YOUR PLEASURES UPON HER BODY AS YOU WILL, ‘TIS ALL THAT ONE SUCH AS HER IS GOOD FOR!”

She turned back to the mare she was about to allow a horde of horny ponies to descend on; her lips quirked up in a mischievous smile as she spied the markers hanging from a post. Taking one in her magic she uncapped it, and in big, thick letters wrote LUNA’S SLUT across the ample ass cheeks, finishing up by scoring a single tally mark directly in the center of the mare’s cutie mark.

She stalked over to the white mare’s head, running a wing gently down her neck once before looking back at the nearly lust-maddened ponies edging closer and closer, waiting only for Luna to get out of the way before descending on their prize for the day.

Luna spread her wings, ready to take off. A moment before taking to the air and leaving the bound mare that none truly believed was in fact her sister to her fate, she whispered in her ear, three words too soft for any but the two of them to hear.

“Happy birthday, Celestia.”