The Corps of Fillies

After the ceremony was completed, the fillies all bade farewell to their families and trotted into an adjoining room. Their belongings were hauled in by castle staff, who made a great deal about how heavy some of the suitcases were. When asked about it, the fillies who had packed those things stated that they had brought everything that they had ever cared about. All of their possessions and livelihoods were crammed into those bags. They didn’t want to leave any stone unturned when it came to moving into the castle, so they had made careful and precise plans.

As for Twilight, she only had one light bag of clothes to wear on formal occasions. After all, ponies were typically undressed, and she figured that the case would be the same here. It was only normal for ponies to go around without clothes on, so long as their privates were substantially covered by their tails. There were laws against showing such things in public, and Twilight had always known to follow them. She deduced that, since Celestia had created the exposure laws, they would be applied here.

A trumpet broke the small pony from her reverie, and she bowed with her fellow Corps members as Celestia herself took the stage in front of them. Two guards posted themselves beside her, waiting and watching. They would jump on any filly who was out of line and punish them. The group had been warned extensively that they were not to speak until Celestia finished, and that the punishment for breaking the rule would be ten days in the dungeon. Of course, the sexually charged fillies all wondered if that time would be filled with domination from their mistress, but when they asked, the answer was negative.

“Hello, everypony!” The princess greeted kindly.

“Hello, Princess Celestia!” The group responded.

“You know, I love it when Cloudsdale declares such beauty to attach itself to our Equestrian sky. It allows the sun to shine down absolutely perfectly, and it radiates all of you. You are now considered part of the Canterlot Castle family. Everything in this house is yours, so feel free to explore. I won’t mind. I do encourage you to visit the three libraries upstairs, and fill your small minds with the knowledge it provides. It will do you well when you begin school this fall. Now, then, on to much more important matters. You are here to be my sexual, romantic, and platonic family. As with any family, there are rules that must be observed and obeyed. These are enforced by the Corps Guard, led by Captain Bayonet Charge, here.”

The princess waved her hoof, and a sturdy stallion stepped forward. His green eyes flashed like fire, and his mane was bright orange. He had a dusty coat overlaying a muscular frame. He wiggled his nose a bit, and nodded at the fillies. His wordless gesture told them a thousand times more than any speech could have. They all instantly respected him, and would be sure to follow these rules no matter what. Nopony wanted a run in with him.

“Oh, come now, Bayonet,” Celestia said, “you’re scaring the fillies!”

“My apologies, Your Highness,” Bayonet said. His voice was gruff, yet also carried a fatherly aspect to it. Twilight instantly felt safe around him, and part of her was very thankful that he would be defending them. True, he was physically imposing, but his vocal tone seemed to betray a love and true care for every filly standing there.

“Thank you,” Celestia said as Bayonet returned to his post beside a guard, “now, then, these rules are not extensive. They are not very strict, either. They are simply meant to ensure that you have the best time possible. The Corps of Fillies is supposed to be an enjoyable experience, and we have spared no expense to accomplish this objective. All we ask is that you remember these three rules:

Rule number one, your safety is paramount to your enjoyment here. If somepony does something that you see as unsafe or hurtful, please report it to either Captain Bayonet or myself, and we will investigate. If someone is found to be at fault, they shall be duly and fairly punished under Corps policy.

Rule number two, we have a small dress code that we’d like you to follow. Whenever you’re in the common area or the Corps area, you’ll be dressed as you are now. You may wear whichever small top and panties you wish, but you must remain in them until you’re asked to mate or you return to your room. To contrast this, whenever we’re in public, or you’re in my school, you’ll wear the basic Corps uniform. It’s comparable to any military garb, but a little more comfortable and sexually appealing. When you wear this, you are presenting yourselves as symbols of our shared love and devotion, so do so proudly. Do not be embarrassed of your position within the Corps.

Rule number three, sex should be had and enjoyed between every filly here. It is a tantamount part of this operation. Your assigned roommates will be sexual partners to you. However, we do ask that you acquire consent before mating. Rape is NOT ALLOWED. If you find yourself in a compromising position with another Corps member, please report it. That filly will be expelled from the Corps and punished under Equestrian law.

Now, then, does anypony have any questions?”

The fillies stood silent for a moment, drinking in everything their new mistress had told them. The dress code was an interesting aspect, as they thought that they would have to be undressed while in their area of the castle. But the idea that Celestia would be mentally disrobing them all the while caused more than a few bodies to begin quivering. Twilight was no exception, as she stared into the leader’s beautiful pink eyes. They looked kind and compassionate, with small zaps of lust sneaking their way in every now and then. I wonder what it will be like to have sex with her, she pondered to herself.

Suddenly, a hoof shot up. “Excuse me, Princess?”

“Yes?”

“Some of us have coltfriends outside the castle. Is it okay if we have them visit sometimes?”

A gasp was heard in the room. Surely, Celestia wouldn’t allow such a thing! They were part of an elite group, not to be tied down by extracurricular romantic aspirations. It was unheard of for a member of The Filly Corps to have a coltfriend, nor was it possible. After all, they had been trained by their parents and families in the art of pleasing a mare. They all held their breath and waited for the bright white princess to respond. To their surprise, she descended from the stage and trotted over to the inquirer. Each clop of her hooves seemed to reverberate thirty times over, and every filly thought that their fellow member was going to get thrown out.

But, much to their shock, she smiled at the filly, and kissed her cheek. “Yes, my little filly,” she said, “I welcome all romance into my home. Of course, your duties will not allow you to go out with them outside the castle. However, within this sanctuary, I want love to blossom. If that is with your young coltfriends, then they are more than welcome to stay here. You’ll just have to fill out a small card explaining their name and granting them clearance into the Corps area.”

Her tone was warm and nowhere near condescending or harsh. She was actually pleased that the filly had asked such a daring question. It showed that she had spunk and was unwilling to allow any barriers to come between her and her beloved. Truthfully, the ruler admired it, and she couldn’t wait to get to know the cream colored filly better. Her deep brown eyes were curious, and Celestia knew that she was scanning her body. Her smile widened, and as she turned to return to the stage, she flicked her tail to one side, giving the filly a small peek at what was to come.

“Alright,” Celestia said as she turned to face everyone again, “let’s get you all settled in!”

“Next!” The grey mare called as the line of fillies continued filing through. It was time for them to locate their roommates and determine just what kind of sexual style they had been trained in. Each new member had been educated in a certain way of making love, and it would be a journey of sexual bliss and discovery for everyone. They would be learning new techniques and new methods and then getting to try them out during their scheduled sex with the princess.

Twilight was more than excited to begin her time in the Corps, and she eagerly stepped up to the desk. She flashed a smile at the registrar, who promptly smiled back. She offered a hoof, and Twilight shook it. Her small body shook with anticipation, and she couldn’t wait to meet the pony that she would be rooming with. She just knew that they would become friends and deeply devoted sexual partners.

“Name, please?” The mare asked.

“Twilight Sparkle,” Twilight said proudly.

“Well…” The mare said, “…it seems we have the offspring of sexual royalty in the Corps this year! Your mother is Twilight Velvet, right?”

“Yep…er…yes, ma’am,” Twilight said, blushing deeply.

“Well, we’re honored to help pass on your family’s legacy. Now, then, what’s your sexual style?”

“Mommy trained me in the art of pounding,” Twilight said, “she said it was the only true way to please the Princess.”

Again, the mare smiled. “There is no one way to please Her Majesty. She loves it all, just as she loves you all. But, pounding is an amazing sexual art. The faster the body goes, the more friction is involved, and the more pleasure is distributed. Let’s see…I’m gonna pair you up with…Creamsicle!”

She pointed into the group, and Twilight noticed the cream colored filly from earlier. Her heart sank, as she knew that the filly had a coltfriend. Perhaps their friendship and sexual bliss wouldn’t be as lasting or deep as she had hoped. But she knew that she had to try, and so she trotted over to her new roommate. She took a deep breath and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Hi!” She said, “I’m Twilight Sparkle!”

“Oh, hello!” The filly said kindly, “I’m Creamsicle!”

“The registrar said that I’m your new roommate!”

“Wonderful!” Cream said, wrapping Twilight up in a hug, “it’ll be so much fun to have somepony to sleep with!”

“Yeah, it will,” Twilight responded, “but…don’t you have a coltfriend?”

Cream smiled, knowing that Twilight had reference to the question she had posed earlier. “No, I don’t, I was just asking that for a friend of mine. She’s too shy to say much, but she has an amazing body!”

“Have you fucked her?” Twilight asked, blushing at her own bluntness. It was appropriate to ask such a question, considering the sexual openness of the room. She heard bits and pieces of lovemaking information being spread throughout the fillies as they met and got to know their new roommates.

“Yep!” Cream said, “and she was fantastic. But we can talk about that later. Right now, we need to get to our room! I have something…fairly huge to ask you.”

Twilight’s curiosity was peaked and her heart soared. Her plans to attach herself to this filly were back on track. The train carrying her future began groaning along the tracks once again, and this time, she felt it pick up steam. Her heart pounded as she trotted along behind Cream, admiring her new roommate’s rump. She involuntarily drooled a little bit as they got to room 302, where Cream unlocked the door and let them both inside.