The Corps of Fillies

Twilight trotted down the hall towards her room feeling completely content. She had just finished her daily rounds and checked in on every filly. It seemed that morale within the Corps had skyrocketed in the few months that she had been Captain. Everypony was genuinely happy, but the best news was that Princess Celestia was happy as well. She had told Twilight the night before all about the new fillies that she had been mating with, and how much she enjoyed their company. Their names were so satisfyingly familiar to Twilight’s ears, for they were the same friends she had made during the aforementioned group session. It seemed that her advice, and the ensuing threesome she had with Cream and Pinkie, had gone over very well.

“Applejack and Starlight have turned into beautiful little partners,” Celestia had gushed, “and Rarity is settling into one particular aspect of her style brilliantly. Pinkie doesn’t bring three tons of toys with her anymore, and Fluttershy has actually made it to the bed once! I’m so proud of her! I still haven’t properly rutted her yet, but we’re making progress! Then there’s Rainbow Dash…”

“What about her, my mistress? I’m curious to know how everything’s going.”

“She’s still so aggressive and quick, Twilight,” Celestia said, “though I will admit, she’s gotten a lot better. But there’s this arrogance about her that I don’t like. Could you speak with her again?”

“Of course,” Twilight responded, “now, shall we continue?”

Celestia giggled. “You take the lead…”

Twilight suddenly remembered that she’d promised her beloved mistress that she’d speak with Dash on the subject, so she veered sharply away from her path and headed into the common area. She cocked her head around the noisy room, trying to find her Cyan friend among the hundreds of fillies who inhabited it on a regular basis. Some played games, and others snacked on some of the best food in Equestria. Still others were scheduling sexual encounters, and comparing their undergarments. It had become something of a competition among the Corps members to see who had the sexiest panties.

Twilight smiled as she watched her platonic and sexual sisters go about their business. She loved every aspect of the Corps, and the way it brought ponies together and created lifelong friendships. Her mother still kept in contact with a lot of her Corps friends, and sometimes she would share her husband with them. But Twilight knew where she came from, and she also understood that her father would never impregnate another mare unless directly ordered to by her mother. Their sexual relationship was one of respect, love, and mutual cheating. Swinging was common in her home, and she remembered hearing the desperate moans of an orgy as a young filly.

She snapped back into her search for Dash the moment that a cute blue rump trotted across the room about thirty feet (or hooves, as they measure in Equestria) in front of her. She went to call out to her friend, but was suddenly stopped by an orange flank in her face. The intruder turned and batted a pair of sparkling blue eyes in Twilight’s direction, and the Captain smirked.

“Hello, Star Blaze,” she said to the ex-Captain, whom she had never been on friendly terms with, “it’s good to see you.”

“Oh, spare me your flattery,” Star spat, “I’m looking for a good time, and I think I found it.”

“A good time? Perhaps you should go speak with the sluttier fillies. I take sex seriously.”

“Look around you, Twilight,” Star growled, “we’re ALL sluts.”

“Yes, but at least I wear my title with decency. You, on the other hoof, use it to denigrate and degrade your sisters.”

“My sexual style is not for you to judge!” Star snapped.

“As your Captain, I’d advise you not to speak with me in such a manner,” Twilight warned. “Remember, I have the authority to kick you out of the Corps.”

Star gritted her teeth together, but remained intact emotionally. She had ulterior motives for being there, but she didn’t want to reveal them just yet. First, she needed to get Twilight away from all the other fillies. Only then would things fall into place, and her plan receive the correct push. Her directions were guided by her mind, and her new masters. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong in so many ponies’ eyes, but it needed to happen. It’s for the good of my destiny, she told herself, and the destiny of every filly in the Corps.

“Forgive me, my Captain,” she forced out, “I didn’t mean to speak with you in such a manner. Please, allow me to make it up to you sexually.”

“Will you take it seriously?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Will you allow me to dominate you?”

“Yes…ma’am.”

“Good,” Twilight said, “it seems your punishment has been duly accepted. I’ll forget your insubordinate tone in exchange for a good Pounding session.”

“One condition, Twilight,” Star said, “you get to choose the style, but I get to choose the location.”

Twilight huffed in exasperation. She and Star had never seen eye to eye on anything, and a great deal of jealous tension existed between them. She knew of Star’s everlasting envy, and of her desire to take the Captaincy once again. But Twilight could never allow such a thing to occur. Celestia had appointed her the leader of the Corps, and she had a duty to uphold to her fellow filly. But, at the same time, she wished to be a fair Captain, and Star’s little deal seemed harmless enough. She just hated the rebellious nature with which it was proposed.

“Fine,” she said, “where would you like to be rutted?”

“Ooo…rutted,” Star said, batting her eyes once again, “I like that. I want to do it in my new room.”

“Alright…” Twilight said cautiously, “…but one false move, and you’ll be in for hell, get me?”

“I get every single word,” Star said.

There was a sleaziness to her tone that Twilight didn’t appreciate, but she had already agreed to everything. So she turned and followed the former leader through the halls and into an area of the castle known as “The Hell Zone.” It was named this because all of the most violent and sexually deviant fillies lived there. Whips and chains reverberated throughout the halls as the roommates took out everything on each other. Love and light did not exist here, and these Corps members were very rarely called upon to please Celestia. If they were, it was with a group of ten able bodied guards in the room.

The halls smelled terrible, as if blood and bodily fluids constantly leaked out from underneath the doorways and mixed with raw sewage. Twilight had to hold her breath as she followed the orange rump in front of her, and she suddenly wondered if Star had devious intentions. Only the vilest of members called The Hell Zone home, and she would not have been placed there if she were nice and painted pictures of daisies and sunflowers as a hobby. The Captain felt her nerves begin clenching together, but forced herself to remain calm. She was a strong, mature, and confident filly. Plus, Star had promised to allow her to be dominant. But if she’s a liar, Twilight thought, then her word is no good…

They arrived in front of a rickety wooden door, and Star fumbled for the key. After finally fishing it out, she opened the portal and the two entered. Twilight looked around at all of the sharp and violent implements of sexual debauchery and evil that adorned the walls. Her mouth shook as she saw dried blood on the floor next to a contraption that featured three dildos, two whips, and a large hook.

“What the hell do you DO in here?” She asked.

“Whatever I want,” Star sneered.

“Not tonight,” Twilight said, regaining her confidence quickly, “now, drop your panties and crouch on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.”

“Not so, Captain Twilight,” a new, decidedly masculine voice growled, “it’s time for yours…”

Twilight turned as a new figure emerged from the shadows. It had an all-too familiar look, with orange eyes that blazed and coated the room in a film of evil. His smile held jagged teeth, and his mane was as black as night. His horn was as sharp as a knife, and his voice held contempt, lust, and utter hatred for the Captain.

“What the hell are YOU doing here, Ghost Wind?!” Twilight asked in a panic as her composure quickly abandoned her.

“Why, my new friend Star let me out of prison, of course,” the stallion responded, “and now it’s time for me to finally take my revenge!”