The veil of civility lifted from the woman entering her personal gym like a weight from her back. Coincidentally, she was here to work on that exact muscle group. Her secretary, Raven Inkwell, flipped the page on her steno notebook and continued her continuous reports. “And after that,” she said, stepping into the locker room, with only one locker. “You have an opening for the Honorhall Orphanage in Oldtown. Security will be patrolling in plainclothes, so you have nothing to worry about. Then it should be dinnertime, and Princess Markys of Marecedon has declared she would enjoy your company, and I have several restaurant suggestions, should the castle be somehow not to your liking. After...”

Celestia began undressing, her flowing summer dress coming off in a pile. She threw it into the locker and, in her underwear, began to pull her athletic wear out of her bag. It was rude, but she stopped listening as she discarded her sturdy bra, something she did not mind amongst current company. She stood and let her skin just breathe in the cool air, a rejuvenating break from the endless meetings and planning. The ruler was never surprised when the meeting to plan the meetings this year was postponed due to poor planning.

She lifted her E cups, smirking to the MILF in the mirror. She flexed, looking through the gap between her strong, bronzed thighs, her hourglass figure, her almost flat stomach, oh so close to her goal. She could not wait to eat ice cream again. The princess gazed through the triangle made where her toned arm met her hip. The sweet girl with her long black hair done up in a bun, matching her smart glasses and slim, professional blouse and skirt looked up in the reflection to meet her gaze.

“Princess?” she said, drawing the dreamy monarch to the present. “We don’t have time to self-admire in the schedule. In precisely thirty-two minutes, princess Cadenza will be by for her weekly princess mentoring.”

“You don’t have to remind me of that,” she said, her breath warm through her glossy lips. Celestia bent and stepped into her compression shorts, feeling sexy as they hugged her round ass, the lycra biting into her thick thighs in that juicy way. Next was her compression top, a nice, soft, elastic sports bra. It, too, sank into her flesh, squishing her heavy breasts to her torso. “I’ve been looking forward to this mentoring session, Raven. I think little Candy is ready.”

“For…” Raven asked, eyes dipping to those round globes clad in black peeking through the sides of Celestia’s mutilated t-shirt as it fell over her compression top.

Celestia filled her palm with her daily vitamins and supplements, knocking them back with her pre-workout with practiced ease. “Ah, the show, Raven. You know the one.”

“T-twelve in… but princess, isn’t… she…” that pale face grew flushed, and Celestia thought about how much cuter little Raven was because of her normal properness.

“Blood?” Celestia answered. “No. She’s not born of alicorn blood, she’s an ascended. Not many know that, keep it that way,” Celestia said matter-of-factly, starting out into the brightly lit weight room and disclosing a quasi state secret as if it were plain as the sun rising in the East. She entered her little castle gym and plucked up the remote by the treadmill. Heavy, fast paced music blared from the speakers, and Celestia drank deep, finishing her fruity pre-workout. “Mmm, little Candy ass,” she mused, watermelon candy flavored BCAA’s, creatine, and caffeine getting her body all tingly. “She’ll be great,” she said, staring to Raven as she lifted her heel to her butt, stretching her leg. “I know you remember your premiere.”

“It was just a year ago,” Raven whispered, chewing her cute little bottom lip. This placed her favorite assistant at nineteen as of a month prior. Celestia remembered well how those soft lips felt. She shifted legs and bounced on her toes, her boobs following and jiggling. Celestia sat in the air, squatting deep, her back showing perfect form and strong muscles. She launched herself up high and grabbed the pull up bar on the exterior of the squat rack, hauling her thick body up. She hissed an exhale as she cleared her chin, then kept going, shoving her way higher, managing a muscleup, eyes devouring the slut in the mirror powering her body up. She held it, shaking, staring at her large breasts, her glistening bronze skin, all supported on her locked arms, the rest of her body hanging down. She wished she had time for a warmup, she’d feel this in her triceps tomorrow.

She dropped with a heavy thud on her sneakers and turned to look at Raven, still standing there, soft legs in pantyhose pressed tightly together at the knee. That pencil skirt was causing a stir in the pent up princess. ”Thanks to your research I’m pumping twice as many ropes,” Celestia purred, speaking casually still, the prim and proper Raven going red, her inner fire a coal waiting for jet fuel, the princess knew so, so well. She kept nudging the barrel of petrol closer. “We better go through the checklist, just to make sure I’m at peak performance.”

“Yes, princess,” she muttered, flipping to the last page of her well worn notebook. “Pygeum.”

“Check.” She began empty bar squats, getting her legs ready, feeling her magical panties dig into her pussy.

“L-Argathane.”

“Ah, check,” she said, standing and throwing the barbell onto the rack with a clank, finishing her pre.

“Zinc.”

“Fucking check,” she laughed, adding forty-five on each side, groaning as she thought about that girl.

“Celery.”

“Salad was all celery bits, and it’s starting to get old,” she mused, going deep and launching up five times, looking at her hips with proud lust. “Can’t we sub that out for something else?”

“I haven’t found anything that would… increase volume in bulk. Oh, would you like a fill-up?”

Celestia nodded, standing to add another pair of plates, the tablet computer in her mirror telling the princess that today was the day to squat three-hundred-fifteen pounds. She was excited for the new personal best. She took a long drink of water, keeping up with her moderately excessive hydration schedule. Another five to warm up, she was feeling ready.

“Pineapple.”

“Mmm, I forgot pineapple,” she grunted, huffing as she got her blood pumping, standing and adding another set of plates, the three on either side looking imposing. She paused to drink in the sight of her body holding this weight with the bar on her shoulders, not neck, her legs feeling so powerful.

“I’ll have some brought to the mentoring session.” Raven came close behind, hands hovering close, the girl trained very well to spot her princess when she needed it.

“Very good,” Celestia grunted, legs wobbling as she pushed, pushed, pushed! “Ah! Fuck, yes!” she hissed, going again, her second rep smooth and deep, like the first. She sang her grunts, feeling so hot, her skin growing wet with sweat, her perfect skin glistening bronze. She dug her hips down and launched back up, tongue coming out of her hot mouth for a moment as she sucked a breath. Celestia drank in the woman powering through her heavy workout in the mirror, moaning richly as she set her bar down, ticking off the new PB on the screen. “Mm, Raven, when’s Candy’s eighteenth birthday?” she asked, panting hard, pulling up a picture of the little princess in her cheerleader outfit on that wall mounted screen. Cadence insisted on going to high school for a year after she got her powers, Celestia never fully understood why. A boy, perhaps? Either way, it was fantastic PR, and Celestia applauded her for that alone.

Raven checked another pocket book and answered. “May twenty-third, princess.”

“So long away,” she pouted, smiling and redoing her set of five, thighs and buns on fire, hurting so good! She panted, sighing, marking the calendar on the screen with a great big blue heart. “You know we’ll have to shoot a very special episode in ten days, Raven.”

* * *

After Celestia rinsed off and magically fluffed her long pink, blue, and teal hair, she exited the sun-baked west wing for the cooler halls in the north. Her heels clicked, her second dress of the day more playful and light than her ankle-hiding garment from the morning. The hem showed a slight glimpse of cleavage. The snug contours of the bright yellow cotton hugged her well-supported breasts, the real eye-catcher were the round curve under her globes. Her hips were bare on the sides as her dress came open, held together by golden clasps and hanging ribbons down her sides, down to mid thigh on her right side, dangling past the knee on her left. She had to walk with her heels close together as well as sit carefully.

The princess matched the decor of the castle, or more accurately, it matched her. Every color complimented her summer, and she loved to dress up. A short, petite teen looked up as the tall wooden door swung open at precisely three-thirty. Her face brightened like the room as Celestia stepped in, purse first.

“Princess!” she sang, smiling wide, flashing rainbow braces on her perfectly white teeth.

“Cadence,” Celestia returned, smiling down to her and opening her arms for a hug from her favorite niece. She normally leaned away chastely and gently put her hand on the girl’s back, but today, she greeted Cadence like she did her boyfriends: weight on the balls of her feet, pulling herself into her chest first, letting Cadence’s collarbone support those healthy, warm breasts. “I’ve been looking forward to this meeting,” she said, failing to hide her ulterior motives in her tone.

The girl came away from the hug and fixed her bright pink and yellow hair, blushing, batting those long eyelash- oh were those fake? Celestia smirked, knowing a promiscuous little teen girl when she saw one. The makeup wasn’t perfect, smeared at the corner of her mouth. Celestia glanced at her dress and made sure she hadn’t gotten a stain. Little Candy was kissing boys. “Thanks, princess, I was, too. I,” she paused, sitting back down, patting her short plaid school uniform skirt.

She’d have to wear that, oh yes…

High windows with semi transparent curtains lit the room. A bright tea green wallpaper matched pale white and gold gilded furniture, making this her favorite little meeting place.

“I wanted to talk about something specific, this time,” Cadence said deliberately as her magic poured a cup of tea from the fine china.

“Anything you’d like,” Celestia said, sitting, carefully on the soft chair opposite Cadence. “This time is just for you and me.” She couldn’t wait for the twenty-third, Cadence needed to be ravaged NOW!

As the nearly legal teen took a breath to collect her thoughts, Celestia anticipated some trivial and silly thing girls worry about: boys, homework, parents, whatever. She was distracted by the way that inhale swelled her smart little blazer. “It’s about Shining Armor.”

Typical. “What about the boy? I adore his little sister, she’s a proper prodigy, without all the better-than-you attitude.” Hot dad, too, real suave professor type.

“Oh I LOVE Twilight! She’s fantastic, I, um, we agree.” She giggled, oh it was so adorable! “But you know I’m going steady with him,” she said, looking down and away, pulling her long bangs from her eyes. Those would look splendid… Celestia bottled her thoughts, put that bottle in a treasure chest, and cast it off the side of the ship. She pushed her thighs together. “I, um… you promise this won’t leave the room?” she asked and sipped her tea.

“I swear, Cadence. You can trust me.”

Celestia impressed herself with her motherly tone, sometimes. “I… I kinda… kissed another boy from another school.”

The older princess sat up and kept her face straight. She couldn’t care less, honestly, well, not entirely. She loved that little Twilight, she truly did, and Cadence was like another daughter. Shining Armor, then, was like another member of her family, the one made in these young women. However, though there was no marriage yet, he was most similar to a brother-in-law, and of course, he didn’t share all of his siblings or teen crush’s intelligence or grace, respectfully. He rather lacked them, in fact. As Celestia let the silence brew, she struggled to find much positive. Still, it was a good match, and he’d make an able prince, most likely. Well, he was a little simple, not that tall, the list went on. At last, she got her wits to the topic at hand. “This other boy, was it a drunken fling, or is he courting you under Shiny’s nose?”

“Drunken?” Cadence spat, shocked. “I’m only seventeen, princess, I can’t-”

“I may be a lame grownup, but I know what happens during teenage years. You have urges, you want to find out what makes you unique, your identity. You want to explore and fight and learn, it’s perfectly natural… I’d say required, to some degree,” she added with a laugh, pausing for a sip of warm tea. “Oh, but don’t let me make light of your concerns, Can-Cadence,” she said coughing, hoping her slip of the tongue would be excused by an errant drop down the wrong pipe. She added another sip of tea for good measure. “I’m a woman, I just might know what you’re feeling,” she added, leaning forward to touch the teen’s bare knee, the soft skin between her high sock and her skirt. “And I was a false eyelash batting teen once upon a time.”

Cadence cracked a smile, yet it did nothing to cool her. The younger lady swallowed, eyes wet. She was obviously broken up inside. “But I betrayed him, princess-”

“You did what you did,” she whispered, taking that hand with the nails, painted with smiley faces and rainbows. It was something she remembered pre-teen Cadence liking. She was perhaps regressing, or perhaps just having fun. It was a minor detail and she chose to ignore it and focus on the softness of her skin. “Have you talked with Shiny?” she asked, using Candy’s pet name for him.

She shook her head, sniffing. “I still don’t know if I want to… but when I kissed Megalo-”

Princess Markys’ son! The prince was a bachelor from a far off land, exotic, tan, with a stubble that aged him, and taller, too. She knew exactly what Candy saw in that boy.

“It was just, it reminded me of me and Shiny’s first kiss. I felt SPARKS! I felt butterflies, I haven't felt that way with Shiny in a long time. Princess, and, and something- something else, I,” she took a deep breath through her mouth. “It was like it was suddenly a hundred degrees, I, I-I didn’t, I couldn’t not, he touched… my legs, and went higher, he touched… me there.” Cadence was barely breathing, on the verge, but she still had a watery smile. Oh, the bliss of adolescence… a little heavy petting was fresh and hot and exciting. Celestia wished she were so tame herself, momentarily feeling guilt for her plans in store for the little virgin before her. She was a virgin, she hoped, yet she had her doubts. Tall, dark, and handsome may have stormed the gates before her knight in shining armor was finished getting ready.

“Has Shiny?” she asked in that low way that usually came with a nudge from an elbow.

“No! He says he’s nervous, we should wait til marriage.” Cadence swallowed. “But we’re not married. We don’t HAVE to be, either.”

“To have sex?” Celestia asked plainly.

“That’s not what I was saying!” Cadence blurted, spilling her tea. She set the cup down and wiped her hands on a kerchief with a higher thread count than most people’s sheets. “I was saying, Shining and I, we don’t have to wed, right? Not just yet. I can still choose. Right?”

Celestia sighed. Silly teen hormones were trying hard to spoil her plans. “You’re right,” she said sweetly, hiding her frustration. Cadence had a choice. She had the choice to marry Shiny by her own will, or Celestia would make it happen through… more nefarious means. Marrying that uncultured, dirty Marecedonian would be like a poodle marrying a bulldog. He was handsome in the way a dirt covered soldier, or a grease-coated mechanic is handsome. The muscular, vile properties were enticing, oh she knew, but she wanted to keep Equestria Equestrian, for now. She didn’t want to muddy the politics of her own nation with pressure from the in-laws.

“You’ve got a lot to consider. And you’re seventeen, Cadence,” she said, hoping to appeal to her, knowing those rebellious seeds were growing. “You’ve got these chemicals flooding you called hormones, I’ve got them, too. I want these pleasures from handsome men, believe it or not, little lady. And if I said the unwed yet to be ruler princess of Equestria was a virgin, well, I might as well as tell you the sun sets because the world turns and not by magic!” she laughed.

Cadence smiled meekly, perhaps Celestia was getting through to her. Perhaps Cadence was feigning acceptance. “This boy, he’s just a fling, a snack. You’ve felt what pleasures the flesh can bring,” she purred. “And it’s so sweet. But even more sweet is love, you know, that thing you’re kind of all about?” Celestia said, drawing out a bemoaned laugh from the teen. “You’re suffering from that disease called being human. I am, too. But let’s be strong, together, and keep our eyes on the prize, and keep true. It’s a tall order, I know, and all I can do is beg you to keep with Shining Armor. He’s a goof sometimes, but he’s a sweet boy, and you two have real chemistry, real love, and such a bright future!”

Candy sniffed and looked up. “So… am I really supposed to swallow his, you know, stuff?” she asked, blushing. “That’s what Megalo said. Good girls swallow.”

“Oh, boy. Oh, Cadence, ah, that’s,” she smiled, blushing at the sudden question out of left field. Part of her wanted to answer honestly and say ‘duh, you dumb slut’, but the princess took a sip and gathered her thoughts.

May twenty-third, just a week and a few days, that’s all she had to do. She almost jumped from her chair when the servant knocked and entered, carrying a tray of fresh pineapple. Celestia skipped the fork and plucked a large chunk up in her fingertips, popping it right in her glossy lips. She savored the sugary fruit, knowing Candy would figure out why she ate so much soon enough.

Cadence smiled and accepted another cup of tea poured for her; Celestia waved the servant over and whispered that she’d like hers ‘Lyrish’.

* * *

Celestia winced and massaged her tricep, sore and aching. “Why did you let me go for a muscleup to warm up again, Raven? I was so sore last week!” Celestia asked, sitting on the shower bench, her assistant in her bathing suit next to the princess in her birthday suit.

“Because you’ve not had an orgasm in ten days, your highness, you and I know you get testy,” Raven said, ticking off her checklist on a waterproof notepad, her glasses folded and hanging from her bikini top. “I don’t need to remind you that it’s a far cry from your usual three to six ejaculations a day. But I will.”

The princess lifted her aching testicles, hanging low in her sack, large as honeycrisp apples and heavy enough to be worthy of vanity. “Oooh, they’re so sore from disuse, but my muscles get sore when I work out. I’ve wondered why that is for so long. Do you know?”

Raven scribbled on the next page, then flipped back and folded the previous page diagonally in half, marking its completion. “I’ve written a note to ask a reproductive health expert at my next opportunity. Cadence seemed troubled upon arrival to the castle today, Princess,” the expert of efficient conversation said, pulling her long hair from her face.

Celestia stood, wincing as her thighs wobbled, a new new record set today at the squat rack. She circled around and laid her heavy breasts on Raven’s shoulders, a surefire way to get her blushing. That redness deepened when Celestia’s uncut, erect cock slipped up her back in the valley of her spine, dragging from her secret tattoo above that pert little butt to those shoulder blades. “What do you think is on her mind?” she asked, hips gliding up and down, tracing the curve of Raven’s spine with her throbbing cock. “Your attention to detail is so useful.” Celestia casually ran a finger along the cusp of one of Raven’s young, perky breasts.

The assistant swallowed above the dull crash of a duo of hot showers around them. “Oh… Her makeup wasn’t smeared like last week. In fact, it looked even more flashy,” she said, shivering, eyes looking back over her shoulder.

“You look so sexy with your hair down. Keep it in that bun, it makes it better when you do let it hang, Raven.”

“Perhaps she was trying to impress that young prince? You know Markys hasn’t left for home yet. He’s bound to be around, perhaps hunting to steal the mate from the alpha from under his nose, like sharks or lions are known to do.”

Celestia stood, nostrils flaring. She knew her compatriot in the leadership of nations had extended her visit, citing an interest in the local flavor of a town called Ponyville. Could that young stud be SPOILING her harvest, merely one night before reaping time?! “That little prick-”

“His shoe size indicates it is far from little, your highness.”

“VERY ASTUTE OF YOU, RAVEN!” Celestia barked, storming off. She left her assistant to turn off the showers while she angrily dried off, her long, veiny cock dripping more than showerheads. Celestia chugged her protein and supplements in the nude, then opened the mini fridge in the wing of the little personal gym, devouring a long stalk of Celery. As she chewed, her magic dried and dressed her, today in a slim dress that looked vacuum-sucked to her narrow waist and wide hips, her panties magically hiding her secret. She even showed a cameltoe when her right thigh was lifted and showing off her panties, the fabric so snug.

Raven caught up to the princess walking towards the door, that snug dress keeping her steps short. She looked at her hip and saw the split only came mid thigh. “Raven,” she said, and the world's best assistant, her hair in a bun, makeup smartly applied, glasses clean and square on her face, got to work rapidly cutting and hemming the side so the split reached just below her panty line. Celestia lifted her knee, and the pink fabric slipped free over her tanned skin, her long, strong leg coming out to play. “Oh, you’re a blessing,” she said, smiling, genuinely happy. But the tension was still there, right next to the fire in her heart. “Come, Candy’s waiting for us.”

* * *

Raven had them arriving on time, as always. “Princess!” Cadence cried, looking perky as ever in her school uniform. They hugged, and this time, Cadence hugged back, her C cups pushing into the bottom of Celestia’s strong E cupped bra. “Are you going on a date tonight?” she asked, giggling. “Or are you just trying to turn heads today?”

“You have to remind the people that you’re gorgeous once in a while,” Celestia shot with a cocky smirk. She sat, draping that long, bare leg over the other, acres of skin showing. “But you have to be coy, smart, and ‘safe for work’. This is a fine line you’ll learn to strut, if you haven’t already picked up some of the basics, like a little extra makeup, for example.”

Raven stepped away, fanning herself as she disappeared through the high door. Cadence threw her ponytail over her shoulder, batting her false eyelashes, eyelids sparkling like her lips. In addition, her tie was loose, the first button of her blouse undone under her blazer. “I’m practicing for the big day,” she said, a playful tone in her voice.

“Is that so?” the princess asked, her thigh flexing, showing her strength. It wasn’t fully intentional. She picked a piece of pineapple out of the bowl, laid out for her this time. “Do tell me what’s on your agenda, little miss seventeen,” Celestia said, gulping loudly

“Not tomorrow!” she chirped, giggling like a little girl. “Oooh, I made up my mind. I know, you said Shiny’s what I need in life, buuuut,”

Oh no.

“Megalo used his extra day here to ask me on a date! A secret one, tomorrow night, after the ceremony. Oh, I shouldn’t tell you, but I need to tell someone and all the girls at school talk too much. Should I do it? After the ceremony, of course.”

Celestia couldn’t help but grin. The teen in her screamed ‘YES!’ just because she was in a congruous situation, one thousand some years ago. The Raven Inkwell in her knew her schedule simply wouldn’t allow Cadence to be double booked like that. Celestia was ready for this. Any distraction would fail. She had an ace up her non-existent sleeve.

Celestia swallowed her second chunk and wiped her fingers on a kerchief. “Well, part of me cries yes because it’s naughty and cute. No, really,” she laughed, leaning in, her breasts hanging heavy in her dress. “But I’m afraid I have to steal you tomorrow evening. It’s a very well kept secret, but you must come with me tomorrow. I cannot share the details, but it is quite related to your coming of age.” Celestia’s voice dripped with savage, domineering intent. She couldn’t keep the boiling blood out of her tone. “There’s much more to being a princess than tea parties and castles, Cadence.”

The younger woman gulped, her face flushed. “What do y-you mean?” she asked, sinking into herself just the slightest bit, betraying her near perfect posture.

The bronzed marble column of a leg came over her knee, then down to lie parallel with her other thigh. Celestia shifted forward in her seat, oh it was so hard not to taste the birthday cake before the big day! “Don’t you worry, little Cadence,” she breathed, her lips coming near to the teen’s. She stared down at her, big gleaming magenta eyes staring down to those little violets.

Celestia sat back and laughed gaily, pulling the thundercloud of tension from the air, or trying to. Her heart was racing. She was a flinch from ruining everything. Even hidden by her magic little panties, she could feel her organ throbbing, flexing with need, sore despite the lack of exercise, or as Raven was finding out now, because of it.

Cadence took a little bit of pineapple on a fork and ate it, chewing slowly, still shifting in her seat nervously. She swallowed, a sound and sight Celestia savored like a drug. “So, princess,” she said meekly. “After this, will I be able to go on my date?”

“I won’t keep you,” she answered dishonestly, giving a giggle. “You must be petrified. Don’t worry, Cadence,” she said, laying a friendly, and she hoped sisterly, hand on the younger woman, who was beaming up behind eyelashes that looked heavy to haul around. “My aunt put me through this little ritual when I was your age. It’s nothing, really, think of it like a little bonding time between us!”

* * *

The ceremony was torture. Raven and her crack team kept the festivities organized, regal, and, well, festive. The grand ballroom was host to the highest order of get togethers, and a princess’ coronation was hard to top. The hor d'oeuvres, champagne, music, ice sculptures, entertainment, and attire reflected the formality of the occasion.

Procession after procession of young man came to give Cadence their name and smile, the boldest, and somehow most pathetic, suitors kissing the known to be taken woman a kiss on her glove. Celestia was hiding white knuckles in her own sparkling gloves, always standing near her beautiful protege. Princess Mi Amore Cadenza was soberly and gracefully keeping up with the mingling, never failing to attract a crowd with her bright, metal-glinted smile. Celestia couldn’t help but fall behind. She was rather distracted, imagining tonight, sipping wine instead of enjoying it like she usually did at these often dreadful ballets of high society.

The usual perverted and rudest geriatrics, nobility and economic juggernauts who populated high society, were the most eager to meet the agonizingly beautiful teen, now officially the princess of love. This was despite the fact she flaunted her handsome hanger-on, the young Cadet Shining Armor. And then he had to go on and muck it up with his adorably traditional, one knee proposal. It stole the evening, and Celestia loathed the distraction. She smiled, shedding a real tear despite herself at the sight. Her heart fluttered, not stone after all, with joy, pure elation at the young woman’s squealing, jumping acceptance. The two embraced, and there weren’t a still pair of hands in the ballroom. She did not see princess Markys, yet her horndog son was sparsely about. The sly teen was like a circling hawk.

Damn Shining Armor, that little prick. They’d be married soon enough, but tonight…

Tonight, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza had a film set with which to grace her presence.

Author's Note

I hate author's notes, but here I am explaining that "Lyrish" is my attempt to incorporate a horse pun for Irish. Ya know, Irish Coffee? Oh come on, it's funny.