The Corps of Fillies

Life was bliss. Things within the Corps of Fillies could not have been better, and for the first time, public opinion had shifted in its favor. Normally, the group of young ponies that Celestia called her own were shafted in the words and deeds of everypony else. Even though they held a special place of honor, a large part of the Equestrian population was staunchly against them. Not that they didn’t have reason to be, for seeing their fillies marched off into the ambiguous and sexually charged atmosphere was rather disheartening. For some, it was a great accomplishment for their daughters to be invited to the Corps. But for others, it was terrifying. Even the promise of unfettered access to their fillies did nothing to temper their rage.

That was, until Twilight became Corps Captain. She revolutionized the Corps’ public image, and thoroughly swabbed it clean of any link to discordance and disrespect. She emphasized the honorable aspects of it. She would trot up to older ponies on the street and engage them in a public survey of sorts. She’d introduce herself as the Captain, and then ask them a few questions regarding their opinion of the Corps. If they answered positively, she went on her way. But if they answered negatively, she would try her best to change their minds. Sometimes, she failed, but for the most part, she succeeded. A tiny part of Equestria still wavered on their decision, but a large mass of those who had doubted had been converted.

One time, she had met a young mother who was weeping at the thought of her small filly being drafted into the Corps. Her heart ached for this mare, whose tears formed small waterfalls. Twilight sympathized with her, and sat down next to her, introducing herself and explaining just why her filly had been assimilated.

“You have to consider this a great honor,” Twilight said, “for not every filly is looked upon with such favor by Her Majesty.”

“An honor?!” The mother asked in bewilderment, “the very idea of the Princess having sex with my daughter makes me sick! This isn’t an honor, it’s a damn travesty!”

Twilight forced herself not to react negatively. “It’s not a travesty, it’s a sign of hope and love. Princess Celestia wanted your daughter in the Corps, and each filly gets special attention. Why, the Princess knows all of us by name!”

“She knows you by name, maybe,” the mare lashed out, “but she’ll never know my little filly.”

“Yes, she will,” Twilight said, “I just know it! Please, tell me…when was your daughter inducted?”

“Two years ago,” the mare said, “she was in your ceremony, Twilight. She’s written to me and told me that Celestia hasn’t called for her in weeks. It makes me wonder if she’s failed the Princess somehow, or if she’s made a mockery of herself. I’m just so worried about her!”

“It’s okay,” Twilight said, “I promise I’ll look into it when I return to the castle. Tell me, what’s your daughter’s name?”

The mare sniffed. “Rarity. Her name’s Rarity. She’s a bright white pony, with beautiful blue eyes, and a flowing purple mane. She also has the tendency to speak in an oddly accented voice and use the term ‘darling’ a lot. Oh, and she’s into fashion…a lot.”

Twilight furrowed her brow as she listened to the mother’s description. She knew this pony from somewhere, but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. She remembered that Cream had brought a filly into their room once, and they’d had a threesome, but she couldn’t place the third pony. It created such a stir within her mind that it was all she could think about. She became lost within her own self, and she could only mutter a farewell and robotically repeat her promise to look into the matter.

She managed to get back to the castle somehow, and trotted right to her room. The fillies under her command looked at their leader with a mixture of concern and fright. They had never seen her so worried or upset about something. She had gritted her teeth together, and the look in her purple eyes was one of odd obsession. Her mind had become set on something, but what it was, nopony could deduce. Even her friends couldn’t figure her new psyche out, and Cream approached her as soon as she entered their new room. It had been cleaned thoroughly after the orgy, but Twilight seemed to drag some type of guilt in and mess it up all over again.

“Okay, time to talk,” Cream said as she sat on their bed next to her, “what’s going on? I mean, you’ve got friends, the Captaincy, the greatest education anypony could ask for, all the sex you could want…what’s got you shaking to the point of insanity?”

“I met somepony today…”

“Twilight, you have a coltfriend.”

“Not that kind of ‘met somepony!’” Twilight thundered, but then reeled herself in when she saw her best friend shrink away. “Oh, I’m sorry, Cream, but it’s not like that. I met someone today who has a filly in the Corps, and they’re really upset about it.”

“Oh? Who’s the filly?”

“Her name’s Rarity…”

“Rarity?!” Cream asked with her eyes lighting up, “you mean the filly we fucked that one time?!”

“I knew it!” Twilight said, happy that her mystery had been solved, “I knew I’d had sex with that filly. Now, we just need to find her. I need to reassure her mother that she’s okay, and that Celestia isn’t displeased with her.”

“That’ll be easy,” Cream said, “she’s always in the crafting area, working on designs for her latest outfits. I think she’s working on a new line of panties for the Corps…”

“Let’s go, then!” Twilight exclaimed, “we haven’t a moment to spare!”

The Captain and her best friend made their way into the Corps Crafting Area. They were met with all the different sights, sounds, and smells of ponies busily working with their hooves. There were fillies painting, drawing, coloring, gluing, writing, and doing all sorts of various crafty activities. In one corner lay supplies for those ponies interested in art, while in another lay items for dramatic roles and different plays. A third corner held different writing implements, while a fourth was home to sewing machines and fabric. This was where Twilight and Cream found the white filly that they had shared that special evening with a few weeks before.

“Hey, Rarity!” Cream squeaked as they bounced up to her, “what’s up?”

“Cream! Twilight! DARLINGS!” Rarity exclaimed as she pulled them into a hug, “I’m so delighted to see you!”

“It’s great to see you too, Rarity,” Twilight said, “how is everything?”

“Oh, it’s just wondrous, sweetness,” Rarity responded, “I mean, my clothes are going over like a house of fire, and a lot of fillies are coming to me for fashion advice. I’m working on my latest line of panties for the Corps, and I’ve got some tops that will be perfect for the upcoming Spring!”

“It sounds as if you’ve found a niche,” Twilight said, “but…I ran into your mother out in town today, and she said that you’re having some issues with the Princess…”

Rarity’s look turned sour, and then sad. It became obvious that there were problems, and that she wanted desperately for somepony to wave a magic wand and solve them. Unfortunately, no amount of magic spells could ever solve a friendship problem. Twilight knew that it was up to her and Cream to help this poor filly find a resolution and the peace that she deserved. After all, the Corps was built on these things.

“Yes, darling, I am,” Rarity said, “and I’m so happy you’re here. I’ve been meaning to see you about them.”

“Well, if you don’t mind speaking here, I’m listening.”

Rarity sighed. “When I first came into the castle, I was very warmly welcomed by everypony. I had my bath with Celestia, and it was the most beautifully sensual thing I’d ever experienced. She did things to my nether regions, and it felt so good that I didn’t want it to end. But, alas, such things must conclude, and she promised to call me when she needed me.

For the first year or so, I was a regular in the Princess’s bed, and we enjoyed each other. My sexual style is…Avant-Garde. It’s tricky, and I’m never really tied down to one aesthetic, but I was always able to pleasure the Princess. Some nights, I would lick her vagina, other nights, she’d use me as a toilet, and still other nights she’d introduce a strap-on and pound me until I fell unconscious from the pleasure. It’s not weird, it’s just the style I was trained in.

But then, one night a few months back, I went for my scheduled fucking, and they told me that she already had enough ponies to please her for that evening. I was sad, but I accepted it. She even sent me a personal note stating that she’d call for me soon, and that she couldn’t wait to have sex with me again. But…there’s been no gentle command to come and please her. Have I failed her? Is there something I can do? I mean, sleeping with my roommate is fun and all, but…I miss her.”

“I can imagine,” Cream said, “I mean, I don’t know what I’d do if she didn’t schedule me for months on end.”

Twilight, on the other hoof, remained silent and deep in thought. It just wasn’t like the Princess not to fairly schedule somepony. She wondered if anyone else was having the same trouble, and she decided to do something about it. She would gather a group of ponies who felt shelved or shunned, and then they would all go and speak with Celestia about it. That should do it, she told herself, because nopony deserves to be ignored. We’ll fix this problem…I guarantee it.