The Royal Jewels.

Deep in a dark and dank dungeon long forgotten to the ravages of time, a lavender unicorn, her horn alight with a spell, tread carefully, for these ancient halls contained nefarious traps. After dodging and ducking her way through swinging blades and flying poisoned darts, she came upon what she had been searching for.

The long lost royal treasury of the royal pony sisters, buried deep beneath the castle of the two sisters. Before the studious mare, towering all the way to the high vaulted ceiling, a grand stone door, engraved with depictions of Celestia and Luna. The Princesses of the sun and the moon,

But here they wore another title. The sisters of fertility. With their mighty scepters wielded proudly. Long forgotten titles of the sister’s past lives. Long ago when they were younger, much more careless than they are today.

The princesses had thought all records of this part of their history had been forgotten. Erased. But Twilight had found a clue in her research. A hint. A flicker of truth hidden in a small scroll she found in a restricted section of the Canterlot archives.

She found a genealogical chart. Only the one. It had traced several thousand ponies directly to Celestia and Luna, ponies who, once Twilight had done some more digging, nearly all had successful bloodlines to this day. And after months of research, she was confused as to how the sisters were mothers and fathers countless times.

But now just beyond the doors Twilight stood before, where her answers to the grand lineage of more than seventy percent of modern Equestria.

Twilight tried to push the doors open with her magic, but she felt a gentle feedback. There was a charm locking the doors closed. She sat, pondering the charm she detected, she reached out again with her magenta aura, feeling and learning the nature of the ancient charm.

She binked. “It can’t be...”

She looked over the door again, around the trim, etched with beautiful detail, were the steps to a dance. A silly dance. A dance she had learned herself when she was just a filly.

Twilight stood up, taking a deep breath. She looked behind herself to make sure there was nopony else in the dungeon. It was silly, of course she was alone. But the thought of being seen still embarrassed her deeply.

The lavender unicorn then began the dance, while singing the magic words, not given anywhere on the door or in any of the historical texts that had lead her to this discovery.

“Sunshine, sunshine, ladybugs awake! Clap your hooves, do a little shake!” AS she finished her foalhood dance, she ended up with her head down, and her hind end raised to the door. Looking over her shoulder, she heard a chime. The magic on the door had accepted the password, and the doors begin to slowly open on their own.

She spun back around and clapped her hooves in excitement. “I can’t believe I did it… I wonder if Cadence knew about our dance...”

Once the doors were fully opened, our studious adventurer took cautious steps into the chamber within. Truly these were the most valuable treasures the sisters had possessed and locked away where they would be forever safe.

It looked like an ordinary basement. Stacks of crates, each filled to the brim with knickknacks and folk art. What else would be the treasures guarded by the multi-millennium old guardians of Equestria? Twilight was beside herself as she rummaged through box after box, careful to not harm any of the precious foal’s toys or stacks of foal's drawings, photographs of ponies, some the same ponies at radically different ages, and scrap books overflowing with memories.

Eventually, after a day (she estimated) reorganizing the entire room, she found what she had been seeking. A sturdy simple wooden chest, no fancy carvings or depictions, just a plain wooden box with a lock on the front. She tried to pick the lock with her handy dandy magic, but the lock refused to respond. She thought for a moment, before she went over to a box full of keys she organized, keys to locks long lost to time. Possibly to houses the sisters once lived in, or their friends who have passed once resided in.

Twilight spent the next day (or so she estimated, no sunlight down here after all) trying every key in the box. Finally exhausted of thousands of keys, except for one, she smiled to herself.

“This has to be it.”

She tried to pick up the key with her magic, but her magic simply fizzled out. She grumbled to herself in slight irritation. No magic, made sense since the chest was magic proofed too.

She reached down, plucked the dusty key up with her teeth, gagged at the taste of metal on her tongue. How did earth ponies and pegasi do this regularly? She then put the key into the lock, turned her head, and with a click, the chest lid cracked open. Using her nose, she pushed the lid up all the way until the hinges stopped, a little wider than ninety degrees.

She gasped, for before her were the most precious treasures of forgotten history. A matching set of Alicorn jewels. Two sets of massive testicles and sheathes, one white, one dark blue. Resting within the box on a soft silky pillow. The base of the organs glowed with powerful portal spells, the cause of their misplacement.

Twilight reached into the box with her hooves, first gently petting the massive fertile orbs, each the size of a small watermelon. Then her hooves traced the soft silky saggy scrotums, feeling the warmth and beating of the princesses’s hearts keeping the assets lively this whole time they had been neglected. She licked her lips, just gazing upon the royal jewels had begun having an effect on her marehood. She could feel herself growing warm and damp under her tail.

She carefully lifted Celestia’s organs first, hugged them gently, she then sniffed at the opening of the sheath, where the mighty pink scepter lie dormant. The powerful male pheromones nearly overwhelming her conscious thoughts. Shaking her head, she carefully set the heavy meaty balls into the saddle bag on her left hip.

She followed with a similar ritual-like awe as she lifted Luna’s equally heavy genitals. Giving them a hug and sniff before she carefully moved them to her right side saddle bag. She closed the box as she stood up, removed the key and set the key back into the box of keys, gently with reverence. Then she danced giddily to herself as she made her way out the door, the doors swinging shut on their own as the librarian left. Soon to dodge and avoid the various traps on her way back out.

Luna suddenly sat up in bed, she looked to her clock, it was midday, way past her bedtime. Then she felt what had awoken her. She looked down at her sheets, moving them aside to stare at her bare belly just above her moist marehood, between her large teats, the familiar sensations she hadn't felt in centuries. Her jewels were moving. She quickly threw her blankets off of her bed entirely and made a mad dash for the door. Startling the poor guards as her doors slammed open and tumbled off the hinges. The guards sighed, watching the mad princess run off to who knows where, they picked the doors up and used the repair spells they had been taught when given the honor of being the personal guards of the moon princess when she slept.

Neither could figure out exactly what they were being punished for, but they dared not to ask, less they be promoted to interpersonal guards. Those guys always returned to the barracks with limps and would hug each other as they cried themselves to sleep.

Luna slammed her way into the throne room, ignoring the startled and annoyed cries of the patrons that were waiting in lines to speak with Celestia as she knocked the doors off of their hinges.

“Sister! Do you feel it?”

A slightly rosy faced Celestia sat upon her sun themed throne, nervously shifting her hind quarters as her magic repaired the doors. “Yes Lulu. Please do not shout, you’re scaring them.” She gestured to the cowering nobles.

Luna bowed her head to the always skittish ponies. “We do apologise.” Turning back to her sister, she approached Celestia before sitting beside her sister on her own night themed throne. “Sister, we are worried. Who do you think could have found them?” She pointed vaguely at her lower torso while her hooves mimed groping a large pair of orbs.

Celestia’s magic quickly stopped her sister’s suggestive hoof gestures. “I do not know… but there are only two ponies currently alive I know for sure know the secret password I put on the door after your banishment.”

“A secret password?”

“Indeed.” Both monarch wince simultaneously. “Although I’m starting to regret listening to the mason who insisted on all the ‘safeguards’”

“Who ever has our… you know…” Celestia’s magic stopped her sister’s groping motions again. “Could at least be more gentle with their transport.”

"Agreed, Lulu." Celestia suppressed another wince at the rough treatment her sensitive organs were subjected to.

Twilight narrowly dodged another swinging ceiling ax and leaped into a dodgeroll to avoid the spinning saws of doom as she ran as fast as she could to outrun the massive boulders, before she leaped and tumbled to a stop just outside the dungeon as the boulder slammed into the doorway, blocking the entrance.

She laid on her back, atop the squishy jewels in her saddle bags, catching her breath, she looked up at all the ancient books lining the library in the abandoned castle, then watched as a grinding noise was heard as the bookcase moved back into place, hiding the boulder obstructed door and clicked shut with a finality. Even knowing where the seams were, she was impressed with how hard they were to spot without knowing where they were, she never would have found the secret door without the historical documents on the wild traps the princesses were apparently fond of.

A day later, after making a pit stop in ponyville to have a shower to wash off all the dungeon dust and catch some shuteye, Twilight stepped off of the train in the Canterlot’s grand central station. Her saddle bags kept secured to her body as the items held within were immeasurably valuable. Plus it would be a shame to come all this way with her gifts for the princesses and somehow lost them on the way.

Having finally arrived at the castle, Twilight would normally just walk right in, as she’s well known as the personal student of Princess Celestia by the guards and staff. But she felt like surprising her, so she filled out the required forms and waited in line with all the other patrons who wanted to have a moment of the princess’s time to speak about various matters. The subjects ponies brought to Celestia ranged from important political talk, businesses and shops, and even casual keeping up with the daily lives of her little ponies. She loved all her little ponies equally after all.

Soon, after only an hour or so, Twilight was next in line, waiting idly outside. The doors were closed, so the princess and the pony or ponies who have come to talk, could have a little privacy while they spoke. Soon the door opened and Twilight was lead into the throne room by Celestia’s assistant. Celestia was looking over the form of Twilight’s patronage, she quirked an eyebrow and looked up at Twilight, her eyes went wide.

“Twilight? You know you could have just walked in, right?”

Twilight hid her smirk, seeing Celestia’s flustered state that only ponies who know her personally would be able to detect. “I know, but I wanted to surprise you and your sister with a gift.”

Celestia blinked, slightly confused. “A gift? Surely you know such things are unnecessary?”

“Oh, I know, but I really wanted to give you these gifts, just to show you my appreciation.”

Celestia perked up a little “Well then, would you like to give them to me now?”

Twilight shook her head. “No, I think it would be better if Luna was here too, and we had total privacy.”

Celestia could clearly tell Twilight was up to something. Remembering the sensations from yesterday and today, Celestia’s mind was a flurry of wonder and worry if Twilight had anything interesting planned that involved her ‘gifts’. “Well, Twilight, if you feel so strongly about it, you can sit beside me and wait while I finish up day court.”

“I think I’ll do just that. It has been a while since I watched you work.” Twilight then casually hopped up onto the dais the throne sits on and she sat down next to the thrones.

Celestia was now all too aware of what was in Twilight’s saddle bags as she felt the jostling first hoof of her organs concealed within and Twilight’s body heat radiating through her saddlebags. With a calming breath Celestia resumed her court, calling for her assistant to bring in the next pony. Hours seemed to crawl by as Celestia’s mind strayed further and further into depraved memories that involved her time as the mother of Equestria. Some of those memories morphing to replace countless mares she’s bedded in the distant past with images of Twilight impaled on her shaft.

Celestia suddenly shook her head to dispel the filthy thoughts, the stallion before her paused mid spiel. “Uh, no? But without the extra funds the orphans are surely going to suffer as the funding runs dry this year...”

Celestia froze up. She hadn't caught a word the stallion had said since he entered the room. “No no, not that, of course I’ll help...” She glanced at her assistant, the mare subtly nodded. “...raise the funding to the orphanage.” Her assistant nodded again. She breathed a sigh of relief when the stallion resumed his speech, thankfully her assistant was taking notes for her to go over later.

Evening had arrived, the last patron had left, Celestia slumped back on her throne, letting out a relieved sigh as her sun was approaching the horizon. Her assistant packed up her notes and trot out of the room to do paperwork. ”So Twilight… care to show me what you have in the bag?”

Twilight put on her most innocent smile. “Not until Luna is here, although it would probably be best that before I show you what I have were we to go someplace more private… like your bedroom, perhaps?”

Celestia nodded as she stood up, stretched out like a cat, making Twilight wince at the sound of so many joints popping like bubble wrap. “I suppose if the gift you brought really is as special as you’ve implied it to be I guess we should make haste.”

With that, she dismissed her guards of their shift as she trotted out of the throne room and down the hall. Twilight’s legs quickly scrambled to catch up and trot alongside the sun goddess causing the precious cargo to be jostled about, making Celestia walk wobbly for a moment from the distracting sensations. Twilight caught on and tried to steady her gait, thus allowing Celestia to walk with her majestic stride. Celestia smirked inwardly as she watched from the corner of her eye, Twilight happily trot beside her as she did for so many years during her tutelage. Twilight was initially confused as to why they were heading in the wrong direction, then she mentally facehooved as she realized Celestia wasn’t leading her to her own bedroom, but to her sister’s.

Having arrived at the door of Luna’s bedroom, Twilight suddenly got cold hooves. She has never been in Luna’s room. Luna forbid anypony from entering, beside her sister and her interpersonal guards course. Without making a sound, Celestia held up a hoof made a shushing gesture before she quietly opened the double doors and crept up to the sleeping princess’s bed. She looked back at the frozen Twilight and motioned her forward, using her magic to close and lock Luna’s door once the timid unicorn was through the threshold. Celestia then took care in removing her sister’s bed covers, revealing the majestic mare of the night, curled up with a teddy bear and sucking on her hoof.

Twilight had to stuff a hoof in her own mouth to suppress a daww and giggles. Twilight then had to suppress squealing when Celestia’s magic suddenly enveloped her, removed her saddle bags, and then floated her over to the sleeping form of Luna, being careful not to wake her sister, she replaced Luna’s teddy bear with a nervously shaking Twilight. The lavender unicorn tensed up as she tried to hold as still as possible. Her eyes wide as she tried to look out the corner of her eye at a mirthful Celestia as the alicorn crept out of Twilight’s field of view and began removing her regalia, placing them on a dresser in the far corner of the room where they would be least likely to befall collateral damage from the proceeding events.

Twilight lie as still as possible in Luna’s snuggling grasp. She could only hear Luna’s breaths wash over her ears and faint noises as Celestia moved around the room out of her view. Celestia was beside herself with joy as she sat on the floor next to the bed, and carefully floated Twilight’s saddle bags over to herself.