The Corps of Fillies

The months went steadily along, and before anypony knew it, school had begun. The fillies all looked immaculate in their militarily inspired uniforms, marching into their classes in an orderly and wonderfully precise fashion. Their teachers were in awe of the amount of knowledge that they had gathered during their first six months in the Corps. They knew that their students had been in bed with Celestia, but they hadn’t realized that they had also shared many private educational moments with their mistress. All the fillies were making excellent marks, and Celestia sent word that she was incredibly pleased with their performance.

But trouble brewed within the castle itself. Berry Juice had done the dutiful and wise thing and reported her rape to the superiors. Ghost was promptly ejected from his spot on the guard, arrested, and charged severely. Everyone who witnessed his arrest said that it was the strangest thing they’d ever seen, for he did not kick and scream as other arrestees did. Rather, he gave a small speech as he was being taken away, referring to himself as a “martyr” for some grandiose, and possibly fake, cause. Either way, Berry’s tormentor had been found out, and there was a great deal of rejoicing among the Corps members. They could now live and sleep in peace.

One day, about a week after the arrest, Creamsicle came barging into she and Twilight’s room and hurled herself on the bed. Her tears were many and very bitter. She seemed to be madly upset with herself about something, though Twilight could not make out just what. The purple pony got up from her desk and trotted over to where she was. She gently lay beside her and pulled her into an embrace, stretching her hooves to where she knew Cream liked them. They had become so used to each other, that they had each memorized the way that the other one liked to be held.

“Sh…” Twilight said, brushing her hoof through Cream’s soft mane, “…it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, Twilight!” Cream sobbed, “I just can’t do it!”

“What can’t you do?”

“I can’t please her! I knew it! I told you this would happen! For six months now, I’ve been trying to please her, and I just can’t!”

Twilight nuzzled her friend and nestled her closer. Cream tried to push off and return to weeping, but her friend wouldn’t allow it. Twilight played with Cream’s top and attempted to introduce some soft gentleness into the situation, but the tan filly refused it. She continued to wail into a pillow, and Twilight realized that her approach might have been completely wrong. She sighed, got up, and promptly jerked the covers out from underneath Cream.

“Hey!” The filly squeaked, “what the hell was that for?!”

“I have tried…” Twilight said, ignoring the question, “…to teach you to have confidence in yourself, and that you will please Celestia. But your behavior right now is not indicative or reflective of actually taking my words to heart! You, Cream, just have to believe that it will happen when it happens.”

“But you please her all the time!” Cream wailed, “she’s constantly sending you little notes and trinkets of appreciation. What do I get? Nothing. Just a simple, ‘you tried your best,’ from her at the end of EVERY FUCKING SESSION!”

“Calm down, Cream!” Twilight thundered as lightning flashed in her eyes.

The tan filly immediately quieted, fearful of what was to come should she push the envelope. Her friend and roommate seemed to calm as well, softly coming back over and wrapping her in a hug. They didn’t say anything to each other, but just sat there in a rather beautiful reverence. They nuzzled each other gently, and Cream felt a little bit better. Still, though, she was dreadfully embarrassed of the fact that she had not been able to give Celestia an orgasm yet.

It wasn’t that she didn’t try. She was always very careful to find the Princess’s most erogenous areas and stimulate them thoroughly. But no matter how much she licked, it seemed that her style just wasn’t conducive to the time they were allotted. To be more blunt, Slow Passion was…too slow. Cream knew it, but it was the only style she had been trained in, and she was nervous about asking Twilight to teach her the art of Pounding. She always thought sex should be about softness and beauty, not violence.

As they sat there, a knock suddenly came at their door. When Celestia’s voice sang through the wooden slats, both fillies immediately snapped to attention. Twilight invited her inside, and the door flung open to reveal their mistress. She was dressed in a rather sexy yellow top with panties to match, and both Twilight and Cream involuntarily began hyperventilating. The Princess narrowed her pink eyes to intensely irresistible slits and trotted in, closing the door behind her.

“Cream,” she said, “I’m here to see you, especially.”

“Oh, Princess!” Cream said, as she threw herself at Celestia’s hooves, “I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to give you an orgasm! Please, do whatever you think is necessary! If I need to be tossed in the dungeon, I’ll go!”

“Tossed in the dungeon?! Now, whatever gave you that idea, my dear?”

“Well…er…I just assumed that…”

The kind look in Celestia’s eyes reassured Cream that she was in no trouble whatsoever, so the tan filly backed up to stand next to Twilight. She was more than a little mortified at her outburst, and the strings of fragility that held up her heard were close to snapping. Her blush was very noticeable, and the Princess trotted over and put a hoof to her face.

“Your blush is incredibly adorable,” she said, “as are you, my precious Cream.”

Cream’s eyes went wide, as she had not expected to be praised over something. After all, she had done nothing but disappoint the Princess ever since she’d arrived. From the moment she had entered the bath, all the way down to this, she felt she’d been nothing but a gigantic failure. But the Princess’s gentle gaze and sweet vocal strains spoke otherwise, and Cream felt her heart leap three times as high as it ever had before.

“You mean…I’m not a disappointment?”

“Of course not,” Celestia said, “you would have to do something to violate Corps rules in horrific fashion for me to ever be disappointed in you. Cream, I love our sessions. They’re just so…traditional. Twilight may pound me into oblivion, and other fillies may have their styles, but there’s something so utterly unique about the way we mate. Yes, it’s true that I haven’t had an orgasm during one of them, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy them. Every beautiful and smooth lick you make speaks volumes, Cream. You’re a loving and kind pony, and some stallion’s gonna be very lucky one day.

But I know how much it means to you, so I decided to make a special trip here. Cream, I want you to feel that you’ve pleased me, so…I want you to give me an orgasm. I don’t care how long it takes, and I don’t care what you have to do. You can shove a huge toy up my ass, or you can tenderly kiss and lick me. The choice is yours.”

Cream’s face broke into a smile as Celestia removed her clothes and lay on her back. She spread her back legs so that both Cream and Twilight could get a good view of her vagina. Then, she closed her eyes, and waited for something to happen.