Inside the Princesses' Royal Chambers

Big thank you to Art Inspired for editing/revision suggestions. Also a very subtle shout-out to YukoAsho's fic Dream a Little Dream. WARNING: I said this fic would get freakier and it begins now! Proceed with caution.

Chapter 3: Initiation Day

Bluestreak wandered the halls of the Palace, once again carrying out his castle patrol, but this time boredom was the least of his worries. He had a lot on his mind, and his thoughts kept returning to the previous day. After Luna left, Bluestreak had waited on her floor for several hours. Eventually, Celestia had come in to Luna's chamber and greeted him with a smile and a kiss. She seemed genuinely happy to see him there chained to the floor, and remarked that Luna informed her of how his night had been. She was so pleased by his willingness to give in to Luna's punishment, that she had prepared a meal for him herself. It was a wonderful meal of fresh flowers, fruits, and grains but he was still obliged to eat it on the floor. She had also given him water to drink, but had put it in a small bowl which was also set on the floor. Celestia then said, “Whenever you eat your meal in our presence, you must do so on the floor to show respect, and your hooves may not be used.” He used his mouth to scoop food from the plate and slurped his water from the bowl.

He and Celestia had chatted during the meal as though they were old friends, and the word 'slave' was rarely uttered. Celestia had talked about her sun-raising duties, guards whom she favored or disliked, and some of the habits of her sister that irked her. Bluestreak mostly listened, but did ask a few questions about some of the other guards, the Princesses' hobbies, and the like. He still referred to Celestia as master or mistress, but the conversation was free and cordial.

At the conclusion of his meal, Celestia had unchained Bluestreak from the floor, removed his collar, and told him how his daily schedule would proceed. Twice a week, on Tuesday and Thursday, he was to work a 6-hour shift on patrol. His evenings on those nights were his, as well as the first Saturday of every month. He could chat and mingle with whomever he chose, but he was strictly forbidden to discuss his slave duties with anyone who was not part of the Princesses' inner circle. Doing so would result in punishment so severe that Celestia dare not even begin to describe what would happen. Needless to say, there would be no satisfactory 'conclusion' involved. All other days were to be spent in the company of the Princesses or the other slaves. She had then let Bluestreak leave, informing him that he was to meet her at the end of his Thursday patrol in her chambers. She would then explain to him the daily life he would be expected to follow. He was scheduled to end his patrol at 5:00pm, and as the minutes crept closer, Bluestreak got excited. He was eager to learn all he could about his new position. Bluestreak was a bit surprised by his own enthusiasm. Not two days ago he was shocked to hear Celestia refer to him as a slave, and now he already considered himself an obedient servant to the Princesses.

He ascended the winding staircase, and trotted down the hall to Celestia's chamber door. The earth pony he had relieved from duty the previous night was again standing watch by her door. He immediately smiled as Bluestreak drew near.

“Hey, you're that new kid, Bluestreak right?,” the earth pony bellowed, his voice deep and commanding. “My name's Emerald Fields; it's good to meet you.” He extended his hoof and Bluestreak did the same. Emerald Fields was a handsome colt with a forest green coat and a yellow mane and tail with grey streaks running through. His yellow eyes complimented his colors and he had a naval warship for a cutie mark.

“Thank you Emerald, it's good to meet you too.” Bluestreak said. He noticed that Emerald's eyes seemed to be scanning every inch of his body. “Uh, what are you looking at Emerald?”

“You, obviously; and I like what I see. That Royal Armor is very becoming on you.” Emerald then looked directly into Bluestreak's eyes with a slightly sultry look that made Bluestreak a little uneasy. Emerald continued, smiling suggestively, “So I hear you had a pretty wild night with Luna.”

Bluestreak was surprised, “What, you know? Are you one of the Princesses' slaves too?”

Emerald looked puzzled. “Slave? What are you talking about?”

Bluestreak's eyes went wide. “Oh shit, I mean, uh... I didn't mean that, I was just wondering...”

“I'm just kidding, Blue!” Emerald cut him off, laughing. “Of course I'm a slave, how else would I know about you and Luna? Word travels fast amongst our little circle of friends.”

“Yeah, so I've heard.” Bluestreak said, relieved.

“Well, I suppose you're here to meet Celestia and get acquainted with your new lifestyle. It's a crazy one, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. My day's done so I'm heading out.” He gave Bluestreak a big smile and then turned toward the stairs at the end of the hall. Without looking back, he remarked, “I'll see you again Bluestreak at Initiation Day. Damn, it's gonna be good!”

Bluestreak watched him as he walked toward the stairs, surprised to find his eyes wandering towards Emerald's plot. He immediately snapped out of it, turned toward Celestia's chamber door and knocked.

“Come in,” said a sweet voice from inside the chamber. Bluestreak opened the door and saw Celestia reclining on her bed, a book levitating in front of her.

“Bluestreak, I'm glad you've arrived.” Celestia said, beaming a huge smile.

“Thank you master. I've come to learn about the expectations of my position.”

“Yes, I know. I informed you of that fact the last time we spoke, you silly boy.” Celestia levitated the book down onto the bed. “Come over here and give me a big hug.” Bluestreak gasped for a moment as he was lifted off the floor by Celestia's magic and carried over to her bed. She set him down right next to her and wrapped her hooves around him. “Bluestreak, you and I are going to have so much fun together!” She removed one of her hooves from around his neck and moved it down across his body. Bluestreak's eyes opened wide as he felt her hoof reach under him and squeeze his balls.

“Yes mistress, that's the part I'm most looking forward to,” Bluestreak said with a goofy grin, hoping such a comment wouldn't elicit a negative response. He was still a little unsure about how to speak to the Princesses, feeling that his slave status left him little room to be too forward.

“Oh, I've heard that before,” Celestia said, removing her hooves from the embrace. “Remember, you're just one of many who service my sister and me. That doesn't mean that you're not special though. Each one of our slaves has been carefully chosen, and I'm delighted that you've accepted the position. Now then, let's get started. We shall begin our journey by introducing you to the dungeon.”

Bluestreak was a tad worried by the mention of that word, but said nothing. Celestia got off the bed and went to the far side of the room. She used her magic to reveal a panel in the wall that slid away. “Follow me, and watch your step,” she said. “If you like, you may stare at my ass as we descend, but don't let it distract you.”

Bluestreak chuckled at the Princesses words, but she seemed not to notice or care. He followed behind the Princess as they passed through the wall panel which revealed a winding, descending spiral staircase. The steps were wide and not too steep which allowed for relatively easy movement. This was good, because they seemed to travel down these stairs for a very long time. As they continued, Bluestreak asked, “Mistress, have any of your chosen slaves ever just run away during their off-days or free time?”

“Yes, it has happened, just once. As is customary, Luna always gives our slaves one last chance to back out. If the slaves choose to remain with us, then they are bound to us as our slave, and must do as we say. For the pony who ran away, after initially accepting our offer, well... we took care of the situation.”

“You mean, did you kill him?” Bluestreak asked.

“No, we didn't kill him,” Celestia said, laughing. “We just tracked him down, brought him back to the castle and did whatever we felt was necessary to rehabilitate him. That particular guard is actually here in the castle now, although he does not mingle with the rest of the slaves. You may meet him someday. Time will tell. For the most part, defection is rarely a problem. Once our chosen learn the benefits of being a slave, they realize that the occasional slight discomfort is worth the price of admission.”

They continued the rest of the way down the stairs in silence. Bluestreak stared forward at the Princess' plot, feeling no shame, getting a few brief glimpses at her pussy as her long tail swayed back and forth. He found himself getting hard and looked away, knowing this was not the time for such thoughts. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they found themselves in a small, dark room with stone walls. Celestia's horn glowed brightly, allowing them to see. The room was unadorned and there was a large metal door at the end. Bluestreak could hear some faint noises beyond the door. The Princess turned toward Bluestreak.

“What you are about to see is the dungeon where you will be spending much of your days. You will still be able to live and work in your regular castle bedroom during your free days, but the room ahead is where you will spend the majority of your time as a slave. The entrance we are taking now is the one that I traditionally use when visiting with our slaves. You will not be allowed access to this path unless I am with you. Luna has a staircase of her own that connects to her chamber as well. There is another main staircase that connects to the castle proper that I will show you later, and that is where you will traditionally enter. If you are familiar with the janitor's closet in sub-level B, then you already know where the entrance to the dungeon will be.”

Celestia turned back around and used her magic to open the heavy steel door. As it swung open, Bluestreak stepped though, and he was utterly amazed at what he saw. The “dungeon” was anything but. The room he now stood in was incredibly vast, opulent, and filled with other guards. Chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, and the walls were adorned with pictures of the Princesses and other framed photos of various locales around the Palace and the city of Canterlot. The door they had come through was in a far back corner of the room. To Bluestreak's right were numerous tables and chairs, and beyond those was a massive stage with red curtains that extended over 30 feet high to an area above. Above the stage was a huge sign that read, “For Slaves Who Submit, the Best is Their Gift.” To the left of the stage was a long bar, with several barponies dispensing drinks to guards. There were plush couches along every wall and even a few pool tables in an alcove near the bar. There was a great din in the room as slaves were coming and going, smiling, talking. Some were seated at various tables drinking, chatting loudly, playing poker, and making a general ruckus. Every other pony seemed to be smiling and enjoying themselves. A few of them were still wearing their Palace regalia, but most had already removed their armor. Bluestreak noticed too that every last one of them was wearing a collar. As he scanned the room he saw something else that surprised him; of the 30 or so ponies in the room, there were at least a dozen mares.

Bluestreak couldn't believe his eyes. “You mean... this is the life of a slave? Just hanging out with friends, drinking, playing poker, doing whatever? This is awesome!”

Some of the ponies in the room had noticed when Celestia emerged from her special access door, and had waved at her, smiling. Others shouted hello to her from across the room, all of them addressing her as mistress or master. As Bluestreak looked around, he saw Emerald Fields sitting at the bar talking to a barpony and Silver Spear in the alcove lining up his shot at a pool table. Bluestreak looked back at Celestia who was smiling at him.

“You see, Bluestreak, the life of a slave is not only submission to your masters. You will be given plenty of time to enjoy other aspects of life. Follow me now, and I will show you to your new room.”

Bluestreak followed behind the Princess down a corridor that led from this main room. The hall was wide and there were many doors on either side. They continued down to the very last side door on the left. Just a few feet farther at the very end of the hall, a large, imposing metal door could be seen, securely locked. Bluestreak was hoping the Princess would say something about that door, but when she didn't, he decided not to press the issue. He could always just ask one of the other slaves.

As she opened the door, Celestia said, “These are the rooms for our slaves, and this one will be your room. You are free to come and go as you please, but we ask that on days when you are not patrolling, you spend your time here or in the main dungeon as opposed to your traditional castle bedroom.” Bluestreak's new room was not as nice as his main castle bedroom, but not bad either. The walls were made of grey stone, and there was a beautiful black and grey patterned rug covering most of the floor. The bed was of a decent size, and a small bathroom connected to the room at the far corner. On the wall above the bed were portraits of Luna and Celestia. The biggest difference between his main bedroom and this one were the vast array of hooks at various points on the walls and ceilings. There were also no windows in this room or the dungeon, but this was to be expected as he knew they were well below ground. Perched on a dresser next to the bed was a slave collar with his own name stitched into the front. As Bluestreak scanned the room, Celestia continued, “You may, at some point, have to share this room with another slave, but for now it is yours. What do you think Bluestreak? Are you pleased?”

Bluestreak didn't know where to begin. He was simply amazed at all of this. He had been expecting some kind of dark, imposing dungeon with various instruments of torture, and instead he was basically getting a whole new place to hang out with a bunch of other ponies whom he was excited to meet.

“I'm so very excited, mistress, and I can't wait to meet the other ponies! Honestly, I was expecting something a little less... well, comfortable I guess.”

“You will find Bluestreak, that the life of a slave is not an easy one. Therefore, we try to give our slaves ways to enjoy themselves, when not working directly for us. They are tight-knit community down here, and our slaves always look out for each other.” Celestia moved toward the dresser next to the bed and began using her magic. “Now then, let's get you fitted with the proper attire. Please remove your royal regalia.” Bluestreak did so, setting his armor on a long table that was sitting next to the dresser. Celestia then levitated the collar off the dresser and placed it around his neck, sealing the back clasp. “If you ever need help removing your collar before your regular castle guard duties, you may ask me or Luna if we are around, or any of the other unicorn ponies. They can be a bit fidgety at times without the use of magic. And you must always be wearing it when you are in the dungeon.” Celestia took a step back and admired her slave with a smile upon her face that seemed to radiate warmth and contentment. “Welcome to our circle Bluestreak, it is truly a pleasure to have you as one of our chosen!”

Bluestreak had never felt so proud to wear a collar in his life, let alone a slave collar. “Mistress, I'm so very shocked, excited, overjoyed! I hardly know where to begin! I'm just so very glad I accepted the offer to join you and your sister as one of your slaves.”

“As we knew you would be!” Celestia answered, still beaming. “Before we get settled here or discuss anything further, would you like to lick my pussy, Bluestreak?”

The question surprised Bluestreak. “Uh, yeah sure, that'd be...”

“WRONG SLAVE!” Celestia screamed at him, clearly using her Royal Canterlot Voice. She slapped him lightly across the face, but with her hoofshoes on, it still stung a little. Bluestreak winced. “Your second lesson has begun! We will never offer you the choice of pleasing us! We will tell you when to please us, and we will also tell our slaves when we have chosen to please them!” Celestia's demeanor instantly changed back into the smiling figure from just moments ago. “Now Bluestreak, as you know, today is Thursday evening, which means tomorrow night is the Royal Initiation Day for our new slaves. You are the only candidate this year, so the evening will be all about you!”

Bluestreak gulped, and felt a slight tinge of anxiety in the pit of his stomach. “That's... wonderful mistress!”

Celestia continued, “As is tradition, our new slaves must spend the evening before the ceremony in their room. They will not be allowed to mingle or meet with the other slaves until after the Initiation ceremony. To make sure you stay here you will be chained to the wall as you were in Luna's room. Learning to be patient is a valuable part of your training.” Celestia levitated a chain out of the dresser, attached one end to his collar and the other to a hook next to the dresser. “Luna will bring you your meals here while you wait here for the ceremony. It will start tomorrow sharply at 9pm, so you have a good 27 hours or so to remain in your room. If you become bored, you will find some reading material in the dressers. I will take my leave now, and look forward to seeing you tomorrow evening.” Bluestreak was thinking about what he might say before parting, but was interrupted when Celestia then leaned forward and kissed him. Bluestreak felt her tongue begin to extend, so he followed suit. Their tongues continued to play and probe for a minute before Celestia pulled away. She stared at him for moment, smiling again before saying, “You're going to have so much fun my little slave! Goodbye Bluestreak.”

“Goodbye mistress. I'm looking forward to the ceremony.”

Celestia didn't respond, but simply turned around and walked out of the room. Whereas Bluestreak had been excited, he now felt somewhat morose, considering the imminent possibly of having to wait in this room for a full 27 hours. Bluestreak tested the length of the chain. It was much longer than any previous, and did allow access to the bathroom if needed. He could even reach the bedroom door, but he could not have gone through it. He put his ear to the door and listened. He could just faintly hear the din of other ponies down the hall in the dungeon. Just for good measure, he tested the door handle and found that Celestia had locked it. He looked around the room, pondering what to do. He went to the dresser and looked in to view the reading material the Princess had mentioned. There were several magazines and a couple of books, mostly clop related. He sifted through the material, thinking about getting himself off as maybe a good way to pass some time. He grabbed a copy of Mares in Heat Monthly and plopped down on the bed. He shifted onto his back to so he could have easier access to his cock.

As he scanned the pages with one hoof, he began to massage himself with the other. His dick began to poke out, so he lubed up his hoof with a little spit and began to rub his cock with it. He was particularly impressed with this month's issue. The covermare was a hot little yellow unicorn with a fiery red mane and tail. Her royal blue eyes stared out towards the reader as she used her hooves to play with her clit. Other photos showed the mare using her magic to insert a dildo into her pussy. There was another pictorial showing three Pegusus ponies licking each other's pussies while resting on a cloudbed. Bluestreak continued to massage his cock, hoping to make the pleasure last, knowing boredom would likely set in once he was done. Bluestreak was really getting into the pictures; so much so that he didn't hear the lock on the door was being undone. As Luna walked into the room, she gasped as she saw Bluestreak.

“Agh! Slave, are you pleasuring yourself?!” Luna exclaimed.

Bluestreak immediately threw the material down and turned to the side, trying to hide his now very-hard dick. “Oh shit! Uh, Luna, I didn't know you were going to be coming so soon!”

Luna's expression immediately turned to one of rage. She walked over to Bluestreak and grabbed his dick between her hooves, yanking it up hard causing him to scream in pain. “How do you address me, you pathetic little shit?!”

“I'm sorry, mistress! Please! I'm sorry!” Bluestreak said, doing his best to suppress his urge to push Luna's hooves off his cock.

Luna held his dick tight for a few seconds more before letting go. “That's better slave. You must never forget how to address your masters.”

Bluestreak immediately curled into a fetal position and began to gingerly rub his cock with his hooves. He whimpered as he tried to massage away the pain in his rigid member. The anger in Luna's eyes subsided and she spoke, “Another lesson for you slave, NO slave is to EVER pleasure themselves unless instructed to do so by Celestia or myself! If I catch you doing that again, the penalty will be severe and not particularly pleasurable. Do you understand you worthless fucking glob of santorum?”

“Oh, yes mistress. Please forgive me. I'll not let such a mistake happen again!” Bluestreak stammered.

“Very good slave.” Luna glanced down at Bluestreak as he stroked his member, still wincing from the hard tug she had given it. She continued to stare, finding herself somewhat transfixed by Bluestreak's hooves massaging his dick. She approached the side of the bed and sat down next to it, never taking her eyes off his dick. Bluestreak looked up to see the Princess staring ahead at his cock. He suddenly felt very foolish and exposed, but these emotions vanished in seconds as Luna moved her head forward with her eyes closed and put her mouth down onto Bluestreak's cock. The pain began to disappear as Luna's saliva started to coat his dick. She moved her head up and down on his dick, already made hard from the massage he had given himself. He began to moan in pleasure as the Princess made slobbering sounds while she continued to suck his rigid prick, moving her tongue around, sliding it up and down. In what he considered a bold move, Bluestreak reached his right hoof forward and put it on the top of Luna's head, pressing down on it slightly. Luna made no effort to stop him so, he pushed her head down a little harder while arching his hips upward, feeding Luna's hungry mouth the entire length of his member. Luna gagged for just a second but never removed her mouth. As she continued to feed herself on Bluestreak's cock, he moved his hoof down her head and began to massage her flowing mane. It felt like silk, so soft and heavenly, truly unlike the manes of all other mares; and it even made his hoof tingle slightly, only increasing his sexual desire. He focused on the moment, staring down at Luna with a goofy smile on his face, reveling in the knowledge that the Princess of the Night was not only slobbering all over his dick, but was also allowing him to lovingly caress her magical mane.

Bluestreak used his other free hoof to brace himself on the bed, and began to get his hips into the action, moving them upward in a steady rhythm. As he did this, Luna moved her head down as far as she could manage onto his dick and held it there. In this way, Bluestreak was face-fucking the Princess, her mouth acting as a sloppy, wet receptacle for him to drain his cock. He continued his thrusting, using his own leverage to move his cock forward and back inside her mouth. He moved his head back and closed his eyes, still using his free hoof to massage her incredibly amazing, impossibly flowing mane. As he moved his hips forward and back, he could feel his sexual energy getting close to exploding. His balls began to move upwards, churning, preparing themselves for the inevitable eruption that would fill Luna's mouth full of cum.

“Oh Mistress,” Bluestreak moaned. “The way you accept my cock so hungrily is truly fantastic! I'm going to be cumming soon, my Master!”

Even before he had finished speaking, Luna moved her head off his cock. She gazed at into his eyes and smiled. Bluestreak stared back anxiously, waiting for her to lower her head again.

“I hope your cock feels better now slave,” Luna said in a very serious tone.

Bluestreak's mouth was agape, and his cock was covered in royal slobber, just waiting to burst. “But, uh, Mistress, aren't you going to... you know, help me finish?”

“Of course not, my silly little slave! That's just a taste of what awaits you tomorrow night at your Royal Initiation! You're not allowed to experience true pleasure until the big night!” Luna sounded positively giddy with excitement. “And you better not finish yourself off either; as I already explained that's grounds for serious punishment.” Luna flashed a huge smile and then her expression changed to one of surprise. “Oh I almost forgot! I came in here to bring you your evening meal!”

Getting a meal was little comfort to Bluestreak, given the state of his blueballs. His dick continued to stand at attention, throbbing, just waiting for something to give it a chance to finally be at ease. But no such pleasure was to come. Instead, Luna just floated a plate of food and bowl of water out of the hallway and onto the floor of his room.

“Please Mistress!” Bluestreak pleaded, shifting his weight on the bed. “My dick is so close to blowing that it almost hurts!”

“Yes, but its a good hurt slave, not like the bad hurt I put on it earlier. Just focus your mind on nonsexual things, and eventually your dick will slacken with ease.”

Bluestreak was aghast, and he knew his face showed it. Clearly she has no idea of the pain caused by a serious case of blueballs he thought. But since there was nothing he could do, Bluestreak did his best to not focus on the pain of his imminent, yet unforthcoming dick explosion, and looked down at his meal sitting on the floor. He realized that there was no way out of his predicament, so he gave up trying to convince Luna to help him. He gingerly moved off the bed, careful not to bump his engorged cock on the side of the bed. He couldn't even sit on the floor given the size and pressure built up in his groin, so he began to eat his meal the way he had the night before, with his back legs up, his ass high into the air. He smiled at Luna, trying to look happy about his meal. He bent down, using only his mouth to eat the fruit and grains that greeted his nose, slurping his water occasionally.

Luna walked over to him, and patted his head with a hoof. “Look at my little baby. Such a good boy, eating his meal in the proper way.” She began rubbing his ears with her hooves, even using her pet voice with him. “Good boy, yes you are, such a good little slave. Yes you are, yes you are! Luna's good little slave eating his meal like a dog, slurping his water, eating off his plate with just his mouth just like a little puppy dog! Oh you, such a good slave, yes you are! Let mommy Luna hear her little slave pant like a little puppy doggy. Let Luna hear you be her little puppy.”

Bluestreak acquiesced. He began to pant like a dog while sipping his water. He stuck out his tongue while eating and continued to pant between bites.

“Oh good puppy! Little puppy doggy slave likes his meal from his mommy, yes he does. Oh, such a good puppy! Yes you are, yes you are!”

Bluestreak found that he didn't really mind this silly little roleplay. He continued to act the part, panting while not chewing, even whining occasionally. He even found himself barking a little bit. When he was finished with his meal, Luna walked him like a dog around his room as far as the chain would allow. Bluestreak walked on his haunches as a way to be lower, more like a real pet dog; the carpet helping to prevent any pain in his knees. “Good boy,” she said. “My little puppy dog, eating his whole meal, showing his mommy that he loves her like good puppy dogs do. Such a good boy! Who's a good boy? Who's a big puppy who loves his mommy?”

Bluestreak looked up, barking as he did so. He nuzzled his face on her legs and continued to pant. She petted his head as he did this and he moaned in pleasure. He barked softly, loving the feeling of being so close to the Princess, relishing his role in her game. Luna continued to walk him for a few minutes more before telling her little puppy to lie down on the floor. “It's time for sleepy time, little puppy. Mommy has to go now but she'll back in the morning to feed puppy a breakfast meal. How does that sound? Do you like that? Yeah? Is little puppy looking forward to seeing mommy tomorrow?”

Bluestreak barked his approval, smiling and panting, fully enveloped in the mindset of the Princess' pet dog. He walked around in circles several times before finally curling up on the floor. Luna patted his head. “Good puppy! You rest now and mommy Luna will be back tomorrow to see you again. Such a good little puppy mommy has! Such a good puppy. Good night little puppy. Mommy will see you tomorrow!”

Bluestreak smiled and closed his eyes, barking softly as Luna left the room. He realized that he did feel quite tired, despite the fact that it couldn't be that late in the evening. He had plenty of time to kill anyway, so a nap wasn't such a bad idea. As his mind began to wander, he realized that his little puppy play with Luna had made him forget all about his blueballs. His dick was at ease and calm, despite never having erupted. His mind began to fill with thoughts of what might happen the next evening. His life as a slave was going to be official, and he couldn't wait to get it started.

* * * * *

Bluestreak woke after some hours, hearing noises in the hall. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, forgetting for a moment why he had fallen asleep on the floor. He stretched his legs out, craned his neck, and arched his back, groaning loudly as he did so. He then walked toward the door and put his ear up to it. He could hear some doors opening and closing and also other ponies talking in the hallway. He could not make out what the voices were saying, but he was sure he heard his name uttered at least once. Well, it makes sense he thought. I am probably going to be the main attraction tonight, or is it tomorrow?

Without a clock or windows in his room, Bluestreak had lost all sense of time. He tried to think of ways to kill the time. He hoped that the constant waiting required of slaves would gave way to a little more action of some kind following the Initiation ceremony. He did some light calisthenics for a while, then paced around his room examining every crevice. With so much time still to go, he felt he would eventually be very familiar with every single inch of it. Later, he opened the dresser again, peering at the reading material more carefully this time. Besides the few copies of Mares in Heat Monthly, there were also a couple Stallions at Play, as well as several books; Daring Do and the Tentacle Monster, Pegasus Wives' Diaries, The Earth Pony Way, and even a copy of Studies of Pony Sexual Behavior: The Science Behind the Seduction, written by one of the more eminent authors of the day, Twilight Sparkle. He picked this one up and flipped open the cover, reading the book's introduction.

The esteemed Twilight Sparkle completed her landmark studies in pony sexual behavior after viewing and studying countless hours of ponies at play. The author freely admits that she grew up as a naive young mare, thinking little about sex until introduced to the topic by certain close friends. She found her interest piqued after viewing the dreams of her supposedly “innocent” friends after creating a special magically-powered amulet. After discovering that ponies of all walks of life can harbor deep sexual secrets, she set out to complete a landmark study of the subject. This book is the culmination of several years of in-depth interviews of over 2,000 ponies, combined with a vast array of “visual” study, which the author assures us was necessary to truly discover how ponies act behind closed doors. To date, this volume is the most complete, if not the only, documentation of pony sexual behavior. What you read in these pages will be shocking to some, while others may find it entirely banal. Either way, reading this book will certainly open up your eyes to how ponies of all walks of life have chosen to enjoy their sexual escapades.

Bluestreak set the book back down in the dresser, thinking it may be good reading for another time. Why is everything clop related if I'm not allowed to hoof off? he wondered.

The hours passed slowly as Bluestreak walked, read, took naps, did whatever to keep the time moving. Luna eventually returned with his breakfast meal, treating him as her puppy as she had the night before. Bluestreak never broke character, actually relishing the fun little role play sessions he could have with his master. Luna did the same for his lunch and dinner meals, always placing his food on the floor, with Bluestreak using just his mouth to eat and drink, barking and panting happily while doing so. As day slipped into evening, Bluestreak grew progressively more excited; anxious as well. The ceremony would be happening soon, and he had no idea what to expect. Luna had mentioned nothing about it while playing with her puppy during mealtime.

Finally, Bluestreak knew the hour was at hand when a hoof knocked a few times on his door, and a soft, billowy voice called from behind, “My adorable little slave Bluestreak, are you ready for the evening to begin?” It was Celestia. She unlocked his door and stepped in. Bluestreak was standing in the middle of his room, not sure what to do, if anything. As his eyes met the Princess' he was amazed at how beautiful she looked. She was wearing her royal regalia as usual, but she had also donned an incredible flowing white dress that made her look absolutely stunning. Her countenance seemed even more radiant than ever, and her very presence exuded intense sexuality. Just gazing upon her made Bluestreak's dick awaken.

“Mistress, you look so beautiful tonight!” Celestia stepped forward and gave Bluestreak a big hug; he returned the embrace, holding tight for a minute or more.

“Thank you Bluestreak. This was my formal attire for the Initiation ceremony for our traditional royal guards. The ceremony was very proper, and in many ways very dry. There was chamber music, royal gossip, speeches by esteemed guests; the kinds of things that are nice occasionally but get very old after so many years. It's the second ceremony of the night, for our special guards that my sister and I really enjoy.” Celestia flashed a seductive smile at Bluestreak. “It's going to be a night to remember Bluestreak. I just hope you're ready.”

“Ready as ever Mistress, just tell me what to do.”

“Such a good slave, eagerly awaiting his instructions!” Celestia said, beaming. “Now then, let me get your clothes ready; we need you to be the best-looking pony in the house when meeting your new circle of friends.” She magically opened the bottom drawer of his dresser, which Bluestreak had noticed earlier was locked during his intense room examination.

Bluestreak certainly was going to be the best looking pony, and in a very literal sense. He stood quietly in his room as Celestia magically dressed him up, first detaching the chain from his collar. She fitted a beautiful red saddle to his midsection that slid over his wings and kept them at his sides. She then attached a harness to his head which had blinders beside his eyes and a bit that fit into his mouth. Attached to this was a set of strong leather ropes that the rider could use to guide the pony, slapping his back if necessary. Celestia then fitted him with new red hoofshoes to wear and a hood of short red feathers that attached to the top of his head and flowed down over his mane. She finally replaced his usual black collar with a bright red one that had the word BITCH stitched into it. Bluestreak wasn't sure how to feel, although silly was certainly the first thing that came to his mind. Celestia also withdrew a riding crop from the drawer, and hovered it around Bluestreak. As a test of the crop, she gave him several hard whacks to his flanks that made Bluestreak squirm just a little.

“Now you truly look like a new initiate, my beautiful little slave! Since you're the only new slave this year, you're sure to get plenty of personal attention. Are you ready to make your grand entrance?”

“Yeth mithtreth,” mumbled Bluestreak, who had some difficulty speaking due to the bit in his mouth. Bluestreak was now feeling very nervous about appearing in front of others dressed as he was. But he also suspected that they had endured much the same treatment, a thought which set his mind at ease just a bit.

“Excellent, then let's get started straightaway!” Celestia levitated herself up and onto the saddle on Bluestreak's back. The princess was larger than most standard ponies so Bluestreak heaved a little when she settled herself into the saddle.

“Oh, let me help you out a little.” Celestia cast some sort of spell on herself that lightened her weight on Bluestreak, making it easier to breathe and also to walk with the Princess on his back. “Just a few simple rules first: you must only speak when spoken to and you must never, NEVER complain, whine, or moan about anything that occurs during the ceremony. You are expected to thank whomever whenever anypony does whatever. Is this understood, my slave?”

“Yeth mithreth.”

“Good. Then let's get going, shall we?” Celestia magically opened Bluestreak's room door and used the hovering crop to give Bluestreak an incredibly hard whack on the ass that made him fall forward just a little. Bluestreak winced, but tried hard not to show it, mindful of the night's rules. “Onward slave, your new friends await!”

Bluestreak trotted forward and out the door, feeling very self-conscious in his new pony clothes with the Princess riding on his back. With every few steps forward, Celestia would magically use the riding crop to spank his ass, alternating between cheeks each time. At the end of the long hallway, he could already see some other slaves peeking around the corner and cheering. As he drew nearer, he could hear a great din of noise as ponies were talking, clapping, hooting and hollering. As he walked forward into the main dungeon room, Celestia guided him to his right and had him parade around the room in circles several times. Occasionally, he would feel a hoof slap his flank as he trotted by. Ponies everywhere were standing around watching him as he was paraded around the room with Celestia on his back. The Princess waved to the ponies around the room while still giving him solid whacks with the riding crop. Bluestreak looked around as best he could with the blinders in his way and saw Silver Spear smiling at him from among the crowd. Eventually, Celestia guided Bluestreak toward the main stage. Princess Luna was on the stage with a big grin, cheering as Bluestreak trotted up the small set of stairs to the middle of the stage. The stage lights then came on overhead shining down brightly upon Bluestreak. Celestia gave him another hard whack with the crop and had him turn to face the crowd of ponies.

“Mares and gentlecolts,” Celestia said in her loudest and proudest voice, “With great exuberance, I present to you the 45th member of our wonderful harem of obedient slaves, Bluestreak!” The crowd of ponies roared with thunderous applause and loud cheers as Bluestreak simply looked around, dumbfounded by all the excitement. “So now slaves, have yourselves a drink, be merry and enjoy the night! Our newest initiate will be here on stage for any and all of you to enjoy at your leisure! Let the festivities begin!” With that pronouncement, the stage lights were shut off, the chandeliers dimmed, and a spinning ball overhead began refracting laser lights into all corners of the room. A DJ with a grand setup over by the bar began spinning records and the whole room became a loud thumping party. The bar became crowded with slaves and the barponies were hurrying to keep up. Some ponies were dancing, others were talking or yelling, and most were drinking heavily.

While all this was going on, Bluestreak just stood on the stage wondering what he was supposed to be doing. That answer came quickly as Luna went behind the bright red curtains and returned levitating a stock that was set upon the middle of the stage. Celestia got off Bluestreak's back and helped her sister, laying the riding crop down by Bluestreak's back legs. Most ponies in the room were too busy partying to even notice what was happening onstage. Bluestreak assumed that they probably already knew what was happening; it had likely happened to them at some point as well. The stock was set so that Bluestreak's left side would be facing toward the room. Celestia gave Bluestreak a hard whack on his flank which nudged him forward. The stock had a clear area to set one hooves and head, so Bluestreak reluctantly stepped forward and placed his head upon the middle section and his hooves up as well. The holes were lined with soft leather to prevent any chafing. Luna then levitated the top half of the stock down upon Bluestreak, effectively locking his head and fore hooves in place. He was stuck there for as long as the Princesses decided was necessary.

Luna stepped up to him and spoke loudly so Bluestreak could hear her above the booming music. “It's going to be a long wonderful night Bluestreak! Just hang in there, the best part of the night for you comes after the party is over! You'll need your mouth free too, so we'll take this bit out now.” Luna unhinged the bit from the rest of the pony gear and tossed it aside. She then gave him a kiss on his forehead before heading off stage to join a large group of ponies dancing on the floor. Celestia ambled down the stage stairs and began to dance with the rest of the ponies as well. Despite his blinders, Bluestreak was able to tilt his head enough to see the Princesses dancing with their slaves. Damn! For a couple of proper Princesses, they really know how to get down, he thought. Celestia could move her hooves in ways barely thought possible, and she could really shake her plot to the thumping beats. Luna was just as talented, performing some breakdancing moves as the crowd looked on. She even broke out her patented moonwalk as the crowd thunderously screamed their approval. Bluestreak just stood there, attached to the stock, feeling like he was missing out on all the fun.

As Bluestreak stood upon the stage, he heard a figure clamber up the stairs behind him. “Hey buddy, how's it going up here on the stocks?!” Silver Spear yelled to be heard above the music. Silver Spear walked around to his front so that Bluestreak could see him.

“It's alright I guess.” Bluestreak shouted back. “I was kinda hoping I could join the fun!”

“That comes later bro. For a while you gotta be the bitch tonight. Your collar even says so!” Silver Spear laughed, then shot Bluestreak a sly gaze. “Remember that introduction I promised you? I got a mare here who loves to see a man in a compromising position!” As he said this, Bluestreak heard another pony come up from behind him. He heard the pony stop next to his side, so that he couldn't get a look. The pony leaned forward and spoke into his ear.

“Hey big boy? How's your wing feeling these days?” Bluestreak's eyes went wide. He recognized that voice. It was Sunshine Goldenrod.

“Oh shit! I can't believe you're seeing me like this! And you're a nurse, not even a guard!” Bluestreak felt silly and stupid and elated all at the same time.

Sunshine spoke into his ear again, but did not come around to the front. “Don't worry, you big silly boy. We've all been through situations just like this. As for my nurse status, there are a few of us here who aren't officially guards, but managed to capture the eyes of the Princesses anyway.” The mare leaned in closer and continued. “You seem so very worried slave, let me help you release some tension. You're gonna need it in a few moments anyway. I've brought a friend with me who I think would like to get to know you a little better as well.”

“You mean Silver Spear?” Bluestreak asked.

“It's not me Bluestreak!” Silver Spear shouted over the music. “I'll be seeing you later. Right now, there's another pony who would like to introduce himself. But I think you two have already met!” Silver Spear's eyes looked past Bluestreak to another pony who must have been standing behind him. “His name's Emerald Fields! I'll let you two get acquainted! Later Blue!” Silver Spear turned and started dancing to the music as he left the stage, joining the group down below.

Bluestreak was still stuck looking forward, but could feel the presence of the two ponies behind him. If Emerald Fields was there, he wasn't talking. His presence was confirmed when he felt two hooves rest on his back, and a poke pushing against his ass. He immediately started getting nervous, feeling very exposed on this stage in front of dozens of other ponies. He felt Sunshine sidle below him and take a quick flick of her tongue across the tip of his dick. That was all it took for his member to begin standing at attention. Sunshine took another few flicks with her tongue and then reached her hooves up and started stoking him gently. As she did this, Bluestreak felt the other set of hooves start to massage his cutie marks. After just a few moments of this pleasure, his dick was fully erect. That was Sunshine's cue to get her mouth on his cock and start sucking away. The poke was still resting on his ass, but he barely noticed it as Sunshine started her masterful blowjob. Bluestreak felt his eyes half-close as he reveled purely in the sense of touch, unable to see what was actually happening.

I've been dreaming about fucking around with this mare since we met and here I am getting blown by her, and I didn't even have to try! he thought, as a huge grin spread across his face. As Sunshine continued to suck away, suddenly the poke at his ass became more intense. The poke then disappeared and he felt some spit coat his asshole and a hoof moving around his crack, spreading the spit around and pushing just a bit inside. The hooves then pressed hard against his flanks, and Bluestreak felt a dick push forward, just enough to squeeze inside of his ass.

Bluestreak gasped. “Ah, ah, okay, ouch... ouch!” Emerald's dick popped out and Bluestreak felt more spit being applied. Then just a second later, the dick pushed against his asshole again, pushed... pushed... and finally slid inside. Bluestreak gasped again, but it was noticeably more comfortable this second time around. He moaned softly as he felt the dick slowly sliding into his plot inch by inch. Finally, Emerald's dick had slid all the way in to the hilt, and Bluestreak could feel a set of balls rubbing at the base of his own cock. Sunshine continued to suck away, slobbering all over his cock, getting it nice and slick. The dick in Bluestreak's ass rested there motionless for a moment, before sliding out nearly all the way, then plunging right back in. What had been somewhat painful at first, now turned into intense pleasure as Emerald began fucking Bluestreak slowly, building into a more steady, but not rough rhythm. Emerald leaned forward and Bluestreak could feel his weight pressing down on his saddle. Emerald reached his hooves forward and wrapped them around Bluestreak's midsection as he fucked him.

Despite the intense pleasure, Bluestreak was still concerned about the great crowd to his left below the stage. He leaned his head to the side, trying to see past the blinders, just enough to peer out at the edge of crowd. A few ponies near the stage were looking on intently, but most weren't even watching, too focused on drinking and dancing to even bother looking his way. He suddenly realized then that he didn't care. He didn't give a shit. He was getting his dick sucked and his ass fucked and he didn't care if every pony in the world was watching. He shut his eyes and began focusing only on the sensations. Emerald alternated his fucking between long solid thrusts to the base of his dick, to a steadier fucking that mimicked the beat of the loud thumping music. Bluestreak loved it all. He reminded himself then that he was feeling a real dick in his ass for the first time in his life, and he loved it. There was no pain, just incredible pleasure, made all the more intense by the fact that his own dick was getting pleasured as well by the nurse whom he had been fantasizing about for the past week. Sunshine continued her masterful sucking, sometimes coming all the way off his dick, only to lick up and down the outside before plunging her face back on.

Every now and then, Emerald Fields would pull all the way out of Bluestreak's ass, only to reenter moments later. Emerald groaned as he continued to fuck Bluestreak, picking up his pace a little, slapping his balls against Bluestreak's plot with every thrust. Bluestreak just stood there and took it happily; that goofy grin still on his face, loving the fact that he had discovered a new source of sexual pleasure within himself that he had never known until becoming a slave. After another few minutes of pounding, Emerald suddenly plunged very deep and moaned loudly. Bluestreak could feel Emerald's dick start to spasm, and then hot shots of cum shoot into his plot as Emerald's dick emptied itself, nestled tightly in his ass to the hilt. Bluestreak could feel Emerald's cock throb with each shot of cum, a warm and soothing sensation inside his body. After a minute or so of the hot spurts, Emerald pulled out slowly and then rubbed the head of his dick on Bluestreak's asshole for a moment. As he was doing this, Bluestreak could feel himself getting ready to burst into Sunshine's Goldenrod's mouth, but it was at that very moment that she moved her lips off and stood up next to him. He was immediately disappointed. She went around to the front of Bluestreak, so that he could gaze upon her for the first time. She looked incredibly hot, all dolled up for the ceremony with heels and stockings, and her black collar made her truly look slutty.

Sunshine yelled over the music, “Your dick is fantastic Bluestreak! Damn, I love sucking off a nice big meaty cock like yours! We're going to have to get better acquainted sometime soon! For now though, you gotta save your orgasm! I can't let you cum yet!” She gave him a big kiss on the lips, before turning, winking and then walking off the stage. Bluestreak stared at her fantastic plot as the golden mare walked away, her yellow and black tail swaying back and forth with the sultry swing of her flanks. Bluestreak couldn't wait until the day he could tap that ass. And with an introduction like that, he figured it couldn't be too far away. Bluestreak's dick was still very hard, begging for release, but he guessed that his moment to finally explode was still a long way off.

Emerald Fields next walked around to the front of Bluestreak, flashed him a big grin, and gave him a kiss as well. Bluestreak was a little startled, but with everything he'd experienced in the last few days, a kiss from a stallion was hardly surprising at all. “Now,” said Emerald authoritatively. “How bout you get me cleaned up?”

“What? Gross Emerald! I don't wanna...” Bluestreak's words were cut off when Emerald shoved his dick into Bluestreak's mouth.

“Clean it off slave, just like I asked. I don't want to have to tell Celestia that you were whining about an order.” Emerald stared down at Bluestreak as he basically face-fucked him. Bluestreak's head was held in place, so there was nowhere he could move it to get away from Emerald's semi-erect dick. Emerald pumped it into his mouth a few more times before withdrawing and then slapping it on Bluestreak's face a few times. Bluestreak gagged a little and then spit on the floor. “You ARE an obedient slave Bluestreak! I'll have to let you return the favor sometime!” Emerald then turned around to the crowd of ponies still dancing and drinking. Bluestreak could tell that a few more had walked over to the stage and were staring up at him. Emerald yelled, “Okay, you crazy stallions! I got him loosened up pretty good so y'all have at it!”

A couple more slave ponies, clearly buzzed from the alcohol, stumbled onto the stage. A unicorn pony went behind Bluestreak and used his magic to levitate the riding crop and slap his ass with it. He climbed aboard Bluestreak's saddle and yelled “Yeehaw!” as another drunk slave pony walked up to the front of Bluestreak and promptly shoved his dick right into Bluestreak's mouth. Princess Luna took a break from her dancing to climb onstage and watch the festivities. She was clearly getting a little inebriated as well and let out a loud belch.

“Oh, excuse me!” the Princess said, giggling. She then half-turned, half-stumbled toward the pony whose dick was in Bluestreak's mouth and began assaulting his face with her tongue. A few more ponies trotted onto the stage, watching the show. One bent down close to the floor to suck on Bluestreak's semi-erect schlong while another sidled up behind and slowly shoved his dick deep into Bluestreak's ass. Celestia then joined the party on stage and walked up to the slave who was riding on Bluestreak's saddle. She began kissing the pony and massaging his dick with her hooves, causing him to lean back and rest his hooves just above Bluestreak's tail. Celestia then bent down and Bluestreak could hear her slobbering loudly on the pony's cock as he moaned. The pony fucking Bluestreak grabbed his tail and wrapped his hooves around it, yanking it from time to time as he pumped Bluestreak's plot. Every so often he would bring a hard slap down on his flank. Bluestreak was so stimulated he could barely think.

Bluestreak closed his eyes and just went with it, loving every moment, focusing on every sensation, giving in fully to the experience. He was being used as a cumslut by a ballroom full of crazy slave ponies, and he couldn't be more excited. He was getting sucked off, face-fucked, ass-fucked, and being ridden by a crazy slave whose dick was being sucked by Her Royal Highness. This combination continued for a few minutes more before the pony who had his dick in Bluestreak's mouth unloaded several shots of cum into Bluestreak's throat. Before the pony had even finished spurting, he had pulled out of Bluestreak's mouth, shooting one last load onto his face. Bluestreak had no chance to clean it off with his tongue before another dick had already replaced the first. Bluestreak felt the pony fucking his ass give a hard yank to his tail before he blew his load as well. He could feel the hot shots of cum coat the lining of his ass, before the slave pulled his dick all the way out. He felt some of the jizz leak out and begin dribbling down his legs. Princess Luna broke off the kiss with the first pony and started making out with the one who had replaced him, and who was now pumping Bluestreak's throat. In the distance of his blurred mind, Bluestreak heard the pony who was riding him scream out in pleasure, presumably shooting his load into Celestia's mouth. Celestia made some slurping noises and then walked around to the front of Bluestreak, grabbed her sister, tearing her away from the slave pony, and started making out with her fiercely. As he glanced upward, with a dick still in his mouth, Bluestreak could see the two royal sisters tongue kissing, little trails of cum falling out the sides of their mouths as they did so. Just as he himself was getting ready to explode, the pony sucking his dick stopped doing so, took up position behind him and quickly shoved his dick in to the base. He fucked Bluestreak hard, slapping his balls on Bluestreak's flank with every thrust. As this was happening, the pony face-fucking Bluestreak blew his load into his throat, the warm spurts of cum filling the inside of Bluestreak's mouth. He could barely swallow any more so he let it just dribble out of his mouth onto his chin. Celestia and Luna saw this, and as the slave pony moved back the two Princesses leaned over and began licking every inch of Bluestreak's face, slurping the cum off him and swirling it around their mouths before going back to each other with passionate kissing. The pony who had been riding Bluestreak jumped off the saddle and was quickly replaced by another.

As Bluestreak opened his half-lidded eyes (and when there wasn't a pony dick directly in front of him) he could see that the sex party atmosphere had moved on to include others besides himself. On the stage alone there were two other groups of stallions going at it with each other, and even a couple mares had joined in the fun, getting fucked hard by some of the other slaves. Bluestreak's body was getting worn out from the nonstop barrage of dick and cum, but there seemed to be no end to the orgy. He would usually have only a minute or two of rest before another dick would be coming at him, either towards his mouth, or filling up his plot. He had become a living sex toy, and the other slaves had no regard for how they were treating him. As exhausting as it was, Bluestreak realized that he was happy to be able to help his fellow slaves get their rocks off, even if it was at the expense of his own lack of orgasm.

The orgy continued for another two hours or so before Bluestreak could handle no more. His throat was raw from having swallowed so much cum and his face was covered in shots of jizz. His ass was incredibly sore from having so many dicks shoved into it in such a small space of time. Just when he thought he couldn't handle any more, he felt the top half of the stocks being levitated up. He immediately collapsed to the stage floor panting heavily, eyes closed. He just laid there crumpled on the stage for several minutes before half-opening his eyes to look around. Now free from the stocks, he was able to just barely lift up his head and gaze around the room. There were slave ponies everywhere in various states of disarray. Several slaves had already passed out on the stage; others were lying on the dungeon floor. Some were making out on the various couches around the room, while others were stumbling towards the bar, ridiculously hounding the barponies for yet another drink. The only pony in the room who still seemed to be actively fucking was the DJ, who was relentlessly pounding a mare bent over his table, her screams of pleasure the only real noise to be heard outside of the still-thumping records. Luna and Celestia were lying on a couch, wrapped in each others arms. Bluestreak started to stand, but his legs immediately gave out. He collapsed again, and his mind went dark.

* * * * *

When Bluestreak came to hours later, he found himself splayed out on a couch in the dungeon, his pony gear disheveled. He tried to get up but immediately fell to the floor, his body still sore from the punishment it had received. The room was still dim, but the music had stopped. There were a few ponies milling about, cleaning up what looked to be a disaster area. There were still a good number of ponies passed out or asleep, although most of them had been moved to the couches. Bluestreak pulled himself off the floor, and removed the blinders from his eyes, went over the bar, and plopped down on a stool. Empty bottles and knocked-over glasses were everywhere and a sticky film of alcohol covered the length of the bar. A barpony was behind the counter cleaning off an immense pile of dirty mugs and shot glasses. Bluestreak had a throbbing headache and thought a good stiff drink might help out. After all, he was one of the few ponies who hadn't had a drink all night.

The barpony looked up as he approached. “Well hey, there. Our newest initiate has returned to the land of the living! That was quite a show you put on up there, Bluestreak. How does it feel to be an official part of the group?” the barpony asked.

“Great, I suppose. But damn, I'm sore.”

The barpony chuckled. “Well, I know how that feels. We've all spent our time in the stocks before. Some of us handled it better than others. I'd say your performance was one of the best of the last few years. Plus, the fact that you were the only initiate means you got a little more attention than you might have otherwise. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes please! A shot of your best whiskey if possible. And I'll follow that up with your hoppiest beer.” Bluestreak said. “And by the way, what time is it?”

“It's just past 5:00 am. You hit the floor about 2:00. Celestia found you, washed up your face, and carried you over to the couch. Technically, the party doesn't end until dawn, so there's still an hour or so to live it up. But it looks like you're about the only one with any life left. Most of the other ponies succumbed to the drink before they could make it to the morning.” The pony set the whiskey shot down in front Bluestreak who downed it without hesitation. The beer came a moment later and Bluestreak took a nice long swig.

“Whoa, my! That is one hoppy beer! Fantastic!” Bluestreak exclaimed.

“That's our Quadruple IPA. Best damn beer bits can buy and brewed right here in Canterlot.” The barpony resumed his cleaning of the glasses, before getting out a rag and wiping off the bar. He continued, “You know, you might want to head back to your room soon. I think you may have a guest in there waiting for you.” Bluestreak's ears perked up at that, and he quickly downed the rest of the beer.

“What do I owe you?” Bluestreak asked.

“Are you kidding? This is an open bar kid. The Princesses' slaves never pay for their drinks here.” The barpony smiled. “Now get out of here and go meet your friend.”

Bluestreak smiled back and slid off the stool, stumbling awkwardly but managing to stay on his feet. His head was still throbbing but the drinks had helped a little. He walked down the long dormitory-style hallway to his room, the last one on the left and pushed the door open. He was expecting to see one of the Princesses inside, but instead he saw Sunshine Goldenrod reclining on his bed, flipping through an issue of Stallions at Play. She flashed him a huge smile as he entered the room.

“Well, well,” she said, tossing the magazine aside. “I haven't seen an initiate take an evening in the stocks so willingly in years! You were fantastic up there!”

“Thanks,” Bluestreak said sheepishly. “It was a little more than I was expecting, but overall I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would. Can't say I'd want to go through it again though. I'm surprised you're still awake.”

“Well, I thought you might like to see a friendly face after waking up from your fuck-induced stupor,” Sunshine said with genuine enthusiasm in her voice. “Why don't you get that pony gear off and rest here next to me for a while?”

Bluestreak removed the saddle, the feathered headdress, and the red hoof shoes and fell onto the bed next to Sunshine. She had removed her heels and stockings and her hooves were clad in purple striped socks. Bluestreak laid there for a moment and took several deep breaths, working the kinks out of his back. He turned his head to Sunshine. “You know Miss Goldenrod, I didn't know you even knew who I was until just a few hours ago, and yet here you are, lying on my bed, having stayed awake for hours just to greet me. And I come to find that you're a slave for the Princesses too, just like me.”

“Please, call me Sunshine. And... well, I'm hardly just like you. I've been with this group for several years now and I'm obviously not a guard. I've always thought you were the sexiest recruit from the new batch of guards this year. When you walked into the hospital with your injured rotator muscle, I was super excited to work with you. Not that I was excited about your injured wing of course, but you know what I mean.”

Bluestreak couldn't help but smile as she spoke. She looked so cute telling him her little story.

Sunshine continued, “As I worked on your wing, in the back of my mind I was secretly hoping that the Princesses' would choose you to join our group. In fact,” she said, flashing him a sexy smile, “Silver Spear and I may have had something to do with your getting chosen.”

“Really?” Bluestreak asked, surprised.

“Well, like I said, I thought you were sexy from the first time I saw you, and I knew you were friends with Silver Spear. Since he's an overseer, I knew he would have some pull in the Princesses' decisions, so I had him talk to them on your behalf. Originally, they were considering not choosing any slaves from this year's group of guards, but I think his little chat with them changed their minds.” She hesitated for just a moment. “Anyway, the truth is I was really hoping you'd be chosen as a slave, because I knew it would be difficult to get close to you if I couldn't share this side of my life with you. I mean, that is, if you would also like to get close to me.”

“Wow,” Bluestreak said. “Well, yeah. Yeah, I'd like to get to know you better. I had no idea you felt this way.” He stared up at the ceiling pondering this new information. After a moment, he turned back to Sunshine. “So... how did you get to be a slave? Are you the only slave who isn't one of the royal guards?”

“No, there are a few of us, but that's a story for another day. I'd rather not talk about that right now.” They lay on the bed for a moment in silence, before Sunshine spoke again. “And if I remember right, you're the only pony in our whole circle of friends who hasn't yet cum tonight.”

Bluestreak laughed for just a moment, and turned his head toward Sunshine. “Yeah I suppose you're right,” he said with a big grin on his face.

Sunshine shot him back her sexiest bedroom-eyes look and said softly, “Well then, maybe we should change that.”

“Well that sounds like a damn good plan,” Bluestreak replied, excited. “You don't think the Princesses would mind?”

“I already talked to Celestia. It won't be a problem.” Sunshine leaned over and kissed him, an intense, long kiss with just the right amount of tongue. Despite all the sex he'd had that day, Bluestreak realized that this was his first real kiss he'd had that evening. Bluestreak pulled Sunshine close to his body and hugged her with his hooves. The feel of her socks on his skin was subtly arousing. As they continued to kiss for a few minutes more, Sunshine Goldenrod pulled herself up on top of Bluestreak. When they broke the kiss, Sunshine gazed deep into Bluestreak's eyes. He looked back, admiring the bright blue of her eyes; how it created a wonderful contrast to her golden fur and yellow and black mane. She spoke, “You've been working hard all night. Now it's your turn to rest, so just lay back on the bed and let me get to work.”

Sunshine smiled again and leaned forward, kissing him again as she slid her body down over his. She could feel Bluestreak getting hard again, his dick working upward and rubbing against her back. Bluestreak's wings began to spread wide, finally free from the constricting saddle. Sunshine lifted her backside up and tilted her ass a little until her delicate lips were just above the tip of his cock. She pulled away from the kiss, and stared directly into Bluestreak's eyes as she lowered herself onto his cock, slowly working her way down his length until she was sitting completely on his cock. She broke their stare, arching her head back and moaning passionately. Bluestreak brought his hooves up and rubbed her flanks, massaging the area around her caduceus cutie mark. Sunshine began to move her hips up and down on his stiff dick, moaning softly as she did so. Bluestreak laid his head back on the bed pillows and stared up at the lovely mare who had waited for hours just to have a chance to sit on his dick. He decided to help her out a little by thrusting his hips up and down to match her movements. Bluestreak could feel Sunshine's warmth surround his cock as she continued to bob up and down. As Sunshine brought her head forward again their eyes met. Both ponies just stared at each other for minutes, gazing into the eyes of the other while the steady fucking continued. Bluestreak felt his heart melt as he stared back at this incredible mare. He realized at that moment that this was the most passionate sex he had in years, maybe ever. He could feel Sunshine tighten her grip around his manhood, and he could see in her face that she was on the verge of climax. Bluestreak thrusted his hips up hard and felt Sunshine's body tense up. She let out a small scream as she came, squeezing his dick tightly with her pussy. As she did so, Bluestreak lost all control and released his own climax into her. He grit his teeth as he felt his cock shoot waves of cum into her body. His orgasm was intensely powerful, having been unable to release it all night.

As his mind slowly regained focus, Bluestreak could feel a noticeable wetness around his legs as the two ponies lay there, both panting and sighing from the incredible release. After another minute, Sunshine pulled up and off of Bluestreak's dick, sliding her body to the side, and resting one fore leg across his chest. The ponies laid there in sweaty silence for a few minutes before Sunshine finally spoke. “We should do this again sometime,” she said softly, with a post-orgasm smile on her face.

“Definitely,” was all Bluestreak could come up with in his muddled mental state. He then asked, “So... can we get close to each other and still fulfill our role as slaves for the Princesses?”

“Of course,” Sunshine answered slowly, still recovering from her climax. “The Princesses are always happy to see couples together as slaves. It usually makes them docile, more willing to follow orders. I think they'd be thrilled to hear that you and I are... together. That is, if you want to be together.”

Bluestreak closed his eyes, but found himself unable to stop smiling. “I think I'd like that,” he said. The two ponies were then quiet, both feeling exhausted from the evening itself and their subsequent time together. They fell asleep on the bed, their hooves entwined, each thinking of the other as their minds began to drift.