The Corps of Fillies

by TheCloppyComedian

Rating: mature
Tags: Non-consensual, Princess Celestia, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Profanity, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Main 6, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish
Length: 33064

Twilight's adventures as a young member of Celestia's honored harem...

A young Twilight joins The Corps of Fillies, whose job is to please Princess Celestia. This is done through a manner of friendship, love, duty, education, and sex...LOTS of sex. Now, the small purple filly must learn to live with other ponies, have sex with strangers, and find friends among her fellow Corps members.

Enjoy!

This story contains: an obviously large dose of foalcon, filly on mare, mare on filly, filly on filly, stallion on filly, and colt on filly sex, strap-ons and other various toys, BDSM, tender mating, consensual foal sex, one non-con scene necessary for the advancement of the story, lots of cum, wing jobs, and other sexual implements too numerous to mention here. Also, kissing, cuddling, and hoof holding.

Published 2020-03-04 12:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-03-24 12:31:48 UTC

Twilight's Proudest Day

Twilight marched in at the head of a column of her own age. This was one of the proudest days of her life. Her parents and brother stood at the end of the large crowd that dotted the Grand Hall of the Canterlot Castle. Love filled the air, and the warmth was tangible. Everypony looked at the group of fillies that stood in straight rows, with six fillies to a row. Six rows constituted the group of thirty-six. Princess Celestia was somewhat obsessed, both with fillies and with the number, so she had ordered them to be arranged in such a manner.

They were dressed in a royal top that cropped itself short of their midsection, and bright blue panties covered each rump. Each undergarment was completely exposed, and carried the royal seal of the great ruler. They had been ordered to have their underwear in the open for the day, because it was a time of sexual celebration. Each one of them knew their task in Celestia’s court, and they had trained and prepared extensively for it. Normally, they would have these types of clothes covered by a skirt that wound around their tail and drooped towards the floor. But not on this day.

Twilight felt incredibly sexy standing there. She felt the eyes of her fellow pony boring holes into her backside, and she loved every second of it. She thought about wiggling herself to try and garner some more attention, but then she remembered where she was and what she was doing. The idea that she would become a trusted confidante and mate of the princess was very exciting, and extremely noble. The filly squirmed a bit, but then forced herself to remain still. I’m not gonna embarrass my family, she told herself, after all, Mommy was a member, too!

She remembered the history that her mother, Twilight Velvet, had taught her. The Corps of Fillies had been formed 300 years before this ceremony, when Princess Celestia officially came out as a filly lover. Her revelation had been met with mixed results, to say the least. Rumors flew about the country, and it took a lot of military action just to quell the uprisings that followed. Some said that Celestia was nothing more than a common street whore, out to foalnap their children and force them into sexual slavery. Others remarked that their leader was violent and would kill fillies if they refused to mate with her.

To stop all the stories and save her reputation, Celestia officially announced that she was starting a very special group. She called it The Corps of Fillies, and they would serve as sexual, romantic, and platonic friends of the princess. In exchange for their cooperation and service, they would have access to the best schools and recreation in Equestria. The Princess herself would educate each of her young lovers, and then send them off into the world when they could no longer satisfy her sexually. Everyone agreed that this seemed suitable, and so preparations had been made for the first inductions into The Corps.

Celestia chose a filly by the name of Flower Fragrance to help begin The Corps. Over a three-week period, Flower was put through a series of tests designed to examine her physical, sexual, and mental acumen. She would be told to run a mile, then she would be given a written exam proctored by Celestia herself, followed by an admittedly glorious sexual session on the very desk that she had been tested at. Over this period, Celestia fell madly in love with Flower, and she declared that The Corps would be a resounding success.

More and more fillies were drafted into the organization. If a family received a letter bearing The Corps’ logo and motto, then they were to send their fillies to the Canterlot Castle immediately. Once there, they would be put through tests of their own, although these changed over time. For example, they would run an obstacle course, get quizzed in various subjects, and masturbate heavily. They would do all of this in front of three judges, who had strict criteria from Celestia on which fillies to accept and which to refuse. If a filly got accepted, it was considered a great honor, and the family would move up in social status. If a filly got rejected, it was considered a disgrace, and the family might suffer for it.

Celestia noticed this and was distressed by it. After all, she loved her fillies, and their families, and wanted to do right by them. So, she declared that anypony found terrorizing or denigrating a family whose filly had been refused was to be put into prison. She also decreed that all families who had been turned down would be summoned to dinner with her at a predetermined time. Once there, she would have their filly sit close to her, and treat her as if she were her own daughter. Slowly, but surely, the idea that acceptance and rejection correlated to one’s social status was wiped out, and it simply became a royal honor to be asked to join The Corps.

Now, Twilight quivered with anticipation as Celestia trotted out amidst a flurry of trumpets and fanfare. Immediately, all 36 fillies bowed to their new mistress, and she bowed back. She gave them a look of love and complete gratification, one which they were happy to receive. It was almost like the sun itself had come down to greet them, and they all basked in its light. Celestia’s pink eyes glinted, and Twilight couldn’t wait to get the chance to know her better. Having sex with her would be an incredible experience, but the idea that she would be so close to royalty thrilled her. Her vagina became involuntarily wet at the thought, and she instinctively reached for it. But then she remembered the ceremony, and that they were not allowed to masturbate until they were settled in their quarters.

“Friends, guests, my fellow ponies…and you thirty-six distinguished fillies,” Celestia said as the crowd quieted, “today is a special day. I like to avoid the term ‘momentous’ when describing days like this, because frankly, it’s overused. But today, I cannot avoid it. It is truly a momentous occasion, because this is the 300th Corps of Fillies induction!”

The crowd applauded thunderously, and cameras snapped photos of the fillies. Some blushed at having their picture taken in such an exposed way, but they looked back to Celestia and immediately felt comfortable. It seemed that the kind, gentle, and benevolent ruler had that effect on ponies. Celestia waited for the applause to die and then continued:

“These 36 have been culled from a field of thousands from around our great nation. As you know, I ask only the best of our young ponies to serve me, and these are of that group. I am very proud to welcome them to my home, and to be able to learn all about them. They shall be more than my concubines. They shall be my friends, my confidantes, and, someday, some might even become close advisors to me. They shall serve me sexually, romantically, socially, and physically. My friends, please give ear and a round of applause to the 300th Corps of Fillies!”

A great whooping and hollering resounded throughout the room, as a group of guards stepped forward and placed a small blue band around the fillies’ right foreleg. This signified their place in the palace and in the eyes of their new mistress. For Twilight, her journey was finally beginning. She had dreamt of this moment ever since her family received a letter stating that she was qualified to join the Corps. She knew that she would do her best to please the Princess, and that she would stop at nothing to honor her family.

I’ve planned for this day for months, she told herself, now I must be willing to share my body, heart, and soul with Celestia. Everything is perfect…and I’m ready for this. Mommy, Daddy, Shining Armor, I promise I’ll do all in my power to continue our legacy in the Corps. I won’t disappoint you.

Rules and Roommates

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.

Cream's Confidence

Twilight was a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of their room. A large, four-poster bed lay directly in the middle by the back wall. It dwarfed the fillies, and held a beautiful purple privacy curtain. Twilight instantly blushed as she thought of the many future moments she would spend in bed with Creamsicle, and knew that the drapery would come in handy. She also noticed the two impeccably built dressers that cast their shadows on each side of the bed. Three drawers populated the framework, and she began mentally organizing her clothes, books, and other belongings.

The floor was made out of the purest wood, polished to a sharp glimmer. The fillies could almost use it as a mirror. That is, if there weren’t already two of the most beautiful speculums accosting their eyes from both directions. The two fillies softly broke from each other and went to examine themselves. Twilight made various sexual poses, trying to imagine which one might please Celestia the most. Creamsicle simply stared at her reflection and attempted to convince herself that she was in a room with another filly and both were dressed very skimpily.

“So,” Twilight said as she satisfied herself with a pose, “what did you wanna ask me?”

“Um…uh…” Cream began as she suddenly turned beet red, “I don’t think that it’s…proper.”

Twilight trotted over and hugged her roommate. “This is the Corps of Fillies,” she said, “we do a lot of things that some ponies might consider improper. But it’s okay to speak of it here. After all, we are behind closed doors. Now, please, ask me. I’ll answer any question you might have!”

She smiled at Cream, trying to get her more into the Corps spirit. She knew that she wanted to become best friends with this filly, and the only way that would happen would be if Cream opened up to her. They would be having sex very soon, and Twilight wanted to get better acquainted with her. She hoped that the question was a carnal one, and her heart thudded out of her chest as she stared into Cream’s beautiful eyes.

“Well,” Cream said, “…did you want this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you want to be a member of the Corps?”

Twilight was a bit taken back by the question, and her heart stopped beating so quickly. But she quickly gathered herself and nodded. “Of course I wanted to be in the Corps! My Mom was one of Celestia’s favorite fillies, and it’s an honor to get to continue my family’s legacy. The Corps has a special place in my heart, and it always has. A lot of fillies from my bloodline have graced Celestia’s bed, and I want to do the same. From the moment I could masturbate properly, my mother taught me to love and respect Celestia. Now, I get to help please her! It’s so amazing!”

Twilight nearly did a little dance at the thought. She had heard legends of the Princess’s prowess in bed, and she desperately wanted to test it herself. Her body began quivering once again as a mental image of a certain photo flashed in her mind. It was one of the many pictures taken of Celestia in a sexual pose, sent out to the future Corps members for them to masturbate to. It had been so much fun getting to see Celestia’s vagina and anus in the picture, but getting to actually touch them would be a dream come true.

“I didn’t want this,” Cream said quietly.

Twilight stopped short. “Um…say that again, please?”

“I said, I didn’t want this,” Cream said more firmly.

“But…it’s the Corps of Fillies. Everypony our age from here to Vanhoover wants to join! You get to be with the Princess, you get to live in the castle, and you get the best education anywhere in Equestria! We’ll be set for life by the time we get out of here!”

“Yeah, in 15 years!” Cream cried as tears began to fall, “I miss my home, and my parents! I miss my friends! I miss everything about my old life! I never asked to be Celestia’s concubine!”

“SH!” Twilight said harshly, holding a hoof to Cream’s face, “we are NOT concubines! We’re specially chosen ponies in a program designed to help us succeed.”

“Yeah, as long as we fuck Celestia’s brains out!” Cream exclaimed as her sorrow turned to rage, “it’s so unfair! I don’t wanna have sex with the Princess! I wanna find my own colt, get married, and have sex with him!”

“Cream, calm down!” Twilight said, “you can’t be serious, you’re just speaking emotionally. There’s something else there that’s bothering you, but you aren’t telling me.”

“Fuck you, Twilight!” Cream spat, “I just wanna go home! I’m sick of this place, and I’m sick of this Corps, and I’m sick of you!”

Twilight ground her teeth together. How dare this filly insult her after knowing her for such a short time?! She was about to unleash hell on her roommate when her mother’s quiet final advice came into her mind: many fillies are scared and confused when they first arrive, but having a great roommate will help calm them. If she should turn on you, simply nuzzle up to her and show her you care.

So Twilight let her own anger die and cuddled up to the raging filly. She could feel the heat radiating off of Cream’s small body. Her ears twitched and her tail was lashing back and forth. Her own teeth gnashed together in a somewhat frightening manner. But Twilight held her own, and continued her display of affection. Just as her mother had told her, Cream’s anger soon began to melt, and she was left a blubbering mass of fur in Twilight’s embrace.

“I’m so sorry, Twilight!” Cream whispered through her sobs, “I’m just so frightened of this place! I’ll never be able to please her! I’m just a small town filly!”

Twilight smiled. She had finally broken through to Cream’s real reason for weeping so much. She was simply afraid that, during her first sexual session with the Princess, she might be found inadequate and get tossed from the Corps. The purple pony bent her head around her new friend and cooed softly into her ear. She allowed her warmth to play with Cream, and the lightly tan filly responded by kissing Twilight’s neck softly.

“Listen to me,” Twilight said gently, “you’ll do plenty that will please Celestia. I guarantee it!”

“You do?” Cream asked as she pulled back, wiping some tears away.

“Yes, I do,” Twilight said through a smile, “and now, I wanna show you why. Come over here.”

Twilight led Cream over to one of the mirrors, and asked her what she saw. When Cream responded that she saw herself, Twilight asked her to pull her panties down. Cream’s lips shook a bit, but she nodded and removed her undergarment, revealing a bright pink flower and all of the fun holes that went with it. Twilight smiled and gingerly touched the tip of Cream’s clit, earning a shudder from her new friend.

“This right here is a vagina and anus,” Twilight said matter-of-factly, “and that’s all. Just a vagina and a rump hole. It’s simply where you go to the bathroom, and where sexual activity is initiated.”

“I know, I know!” Cream said impatiently, and then added, “it’s just…a pussy and asshole.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Twilight said.

“Huh? But you just said that was all that it was!”

“No, Cream,” Twilight said, “that’s only a part of what it is. From your private parts, I can trace my hoof to your nipples, followed by a trip up your stomach and chest, and to your heart. Then, I can head up your neck, leaving little kisses like this…”

Twilight proceeded to plant small lip marks on Cream’s neck, reveling in the soft sighs of pleasure from her roommate. She then kissed her cheek, and worked her way around to the front, where she and Cream’s tongues finally met. Even though they had only known each other a short while, the kiss seemed destined. Even though neither filly saw themselves as being attracted to the same gender, this just felt right.

When they broke for air, Twilight smiled. “See? It’s not just about your vagina or your rump hole, or the panties you wear, or…any of that. It’s about YOU. You need to have confidence in yourself. My mom said that Celestia loves it when a pony knows that they can please her, and they proceed to do so. The Princess goes on a nationwide search for the best fillies to induct into the Corps, and she must have seen something in you!”

“But I’m the first filly from my family to ever be in the Corps,” Cream said, “what if I mess up? I’ll shame them forever!”

“No, you won’t!” Twilight said, “you’re misinterpreting the Princess’s personality. She’s a kind, sweet, and benevolent soul. You would have to EGREGIOUSLY break the rules for her to expel you. She’s also very patient. My mother said that her first sex session with the Princess was terrible, but that she got coached along by Celestia. Before she knew it, she was having six-hour long sexual masterpieces with the Princess. Don’t be afraid of failing the very first time. Hell, I might fail the first time. Who knows?”

Cream sighed. “I just want to make my family proud of me…”

“They will be,” Twilight said, pulling Cream closer, “I promise you that.”

Testing A New Style

As the two fillies broke apart, Twilight suddenly felt a large amount of sexual attraction to her roommate. She wanted to explore her body. She felt as some intrepid spelunker, willing to dive to the depths of the caverns and crevices standing in front of her. If it meant the pleasurable advancement of their relationship, it was well worth the attempt. She remembered the words her mother had spoken regarding these first few moments, and how they often turned sexual in a moment. Her mother told her that it was very easy to hear the other fillies mating and experiencing each other and how much of a stimulant it was.

Now, it was her turn, and she narrowed her purple eyes. “So, Cream,” she said, licking the other filly’s ear affectionately, “you haven’t told me about the style of sex you were trained in.”

Cream immediately backed away and blushed deeply, so Twilight wondered if she had gone too far, too fast. It certainly wasn’t easy for a filly to commit to having sex with somepony they had only known for nearly an hour. Twilight thought that she might have inadvertently tossed a stumbling block onto their road to friendship, and she regretted it very much. She gently moved forward and gathered Cream into another hug.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “was I too direct?”

Cream shook her head. “No, you weren’t,” she said softly, “I just…I’m embarrassed of my style.”

“Oh? Why?”

“It’s just so…boring!”

Cream’s squeak caused Twilight to stifle a giggle. So, her new roommate also felt that her sexual leaning was inadequate. It seemed that there was yet another lesson in personal confidence to be taught, and Twilight was more than happy to be the instructor. She bent her head back and looked deep into Cream’s eyes before bringing their lips together for another wildly beautiful kiss. She knocked on the door to Cream’s digestive system with her tongue, and the filly opened it. They moaned into each other, reveling in the feeling, before finally breaking apart for air.

“That certainly wasn’t boring,” Twilight said with a lustful smirk.

“Well, no…” Cream said, “…but when you hear what my style is, you’ll probably laugh at me.”

“I promise, I won’t,” Twilight said, raising a hoof, “on my honor as a Corps Member. Now, then, what’s your style?”

“…Soft Passion…” Cream muttered under her breath.

“What was that?”

“…Soft Passion…” Cream said a little louder.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Twilight said, “what did you say?”

“Ugh! I said, ‘Soft Passion!’” Cream exclaimed, before quickly throwing her hoof over her mouth. She was concerned that one of the fillies passing by their door might have heard her humiliating confession. She remembered reading that her style was particularly loved by ponies who were desperate in their sexual lives. It was most common among older ponies, and those who were virgins and experiencing their first pleasurable moments. Her blush became deeper as she recognized that Twilight’s style would be far greater and more exciting than hers.

“I’m sorry, Twilight,” she said, “I know it’s not very enticing.”

“Are you kidding?!” Twilight asked rhetorically, “Soft Passion is one of the great traditional styles! I’ve always wanted to learn it!”

“You…you have?!”

“Yes, and now I have the chance to! I remember reading about how Whispering Field, the first filly to be awarded the Equestrian Bronze Medal, used it to pleasure Celestia. I know it may not be as violent or physical as other styles, but you should be pleased with it! I mean…it’s incredible!”

“Alright,” Cream said, pleasantly surprised at how much Twilight was enamored with her style.

“So…how does it go?”

“Wait…you wanna fuck right now?”

Twilight nodded eagerly, and turned around. Since she still had her panties on, she wanted to make good use of them. The blue fabric tinged her purple fur with a sexuality that was so thunderously vibrant, it nearly knocked Cream off her hooves. Twilight wiggled her rump suggestively, trying to stimulate her new friend’s eyes. Since this was their first time, she wanted to ensure that it was as fun and sexy as possible.

“Now for some fun…” She said in a slight growl as she removed her top, revealing her furry chest. She noticed Cream’s eyes begin to widen and her tongue involuntarily wiped its way around her mouth. Her pearly white teeth came together in a smile, and she crept ever so slightly forward. She suddenly saw Twilight as a prize to be won, and she wanted very much to win this little game that the purple filly had started.

Cream removed her top as well, and the young pony stood there in her natural form. Twilight thought she had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her purple eyes narrowed once again, and she stepped up to face her. Their lips met once again, only this time their tongues danced right from the beginning. The tango was being performed, and Twilight was leading. But then she remembered that this was Cream’s time, so she submitted and allowed her new friend to bury her tongue deep in her maw. When they broke apart for air, Twilight turned and showed her rump to Cream.

“Care to…pull my panties off?”

Cream didn’t need to be asked twice. Her heart was beating so fast, she thought that The Friendship Express had staked claim to a new station there. Her blood pumped throughout her body quicker than it ever had before. She stepped forward and put her hoofs on either side of Twilight’s rear, then gently pulled the blue fabric away, revealing an amazing array of sexual treats. Twilight’s nude vagina stared Cream straight in the face, and its smell was intoxicating. The fragrance was one that no flower Cream knew could match.

“Alright,” she said as she attempted to stop her voice from shaking, “lay on the bed with your back legs spread.”

Twilight nodded and obeyed, gently nestling into a particularly soft spot in the comforter. She sighed happily before spreading her back legs, showing herself off to her partner. Cream had to force herself not to be too rough, for that was not the goal of Soft Passion. This particular style’s objective was a full body experience for both partners, and Cream was happy to begin her journey with Twilight. She tenderly kissed up the inside of both legs before arriving at the small hole in Twilight’s rump.

“A…are you okay with me…licking your…anus?”

“I’m cool with whatever you wanna do, Cream,” Twilight cooed, “you just do what you need to do.”

Cream smiled and gently began teasing around the hole. Twilight’s groans were magnificent, and Cream knew that it was her job to make it last for as long as she could. Her licks were slow, painfully slow, and Twilight began squirming a bit. She just wished that Cream would stick her damned tongue inside already! But Cream was an expert in her craft, and knew enough to make Twilight wait patiently. Forcing sexual gratification was never the right thing to do. It was all about the balance between the partners, and she expected Twilight to do the same to her.

A few minutes of painstakingly slow playfulness soon resulted in pleasure beyond Twilight’s wildest fantasies. She hadn’t realized it but Cream’s teasing had all been for a measured reason. Her body had built itself up and now, the moment that Cream began to tenderly lick inside her anus, the greatest feeling in the world shot up and down her spine. She cried out and didn’t care who heard. Her screams were genuine, and her passion for her new friend and roommate was unending.

“LICK ME, YOU WHORE!” Twilight shrieked as fields of wondrous feelings made themselves known throughout her being, “PLEASE, MY BELOVED CREAMSICLE! DON’T STOP!”

Cream smiled to herself and her confidence shot through the roof. She was actually doing it! She was pleasing somepony else! She remembered having sex with her mother, but she was never actually able to enact anything. She had always been on the receiving end. But, this? This was heaven. Her licks never increased speed, gently dragging themselves over Twilight’s most precious and vulnerable body parts. She loved the screaming that accompanied it, and mentally prepared herself for what was to come.

She gently removed her tongue, leaving a whimpering Twilight drenched in rivers of her own sweat. She smelled incredible, and Cream was careful to lick the insides of her thighs, tantalizing her to the point of explosion. Her breaths were rapid and Cream could hear her small heart beat faster and faster. She loved every single second of this, and she wasn’t about to let up. She gently drew circles around the tender vulva and clitoris splayed in front of her, and then suddenly grabbed Twilight’s lower half with her hooves.

“Now for the fun part!” She growled.

She dove right into Twilight’s sensitive area, earning a glass shattering screech from her partner. It was beauty incarnate, and Cream wanted to lick every last drop of nectar that emerged from its hiding spot. One of her hooves worked its way down and began to slowly masturbate as she licked, wanting nothing more than to make her Twilight happy. The fillies groaned, moaned, screamed, and cursed as they went along. They were in a sexual wonderland, where they were the only population and their cares were nonexistent.

Cream felt better than she ever had before, as she enticed Twilight further and further down the road to orgasm. Twilight, for her part, screamed and shrieked and ended up putting her hooves behind Cream’s head. She gently pressed her friend forward, enhancing her efforts and throwing her into a new dimension of pleasure. Lightning seemed to zap the two with every lick, drawing out more and more of their overt sexuality, love, and lust.

Finally, Twilight couldn’t take it anymore, and with a howl that reached the very sun above, she expelled every last drop of beautiful silvery liquid that she could. She leaned up and noticed that Cream was very close to her own release, and she decided to help. Tired though she was, she managed to haul herself onto her stomach and reach down with a hoof. Cream buried her face into Twilight’s flank as she felt the gorgeous sensation of somepony else touching her privates. She didn’t last much longer, and squealed into Twilight’s body as she finally felt a two- ton weight of sexual tension lifted off of her body.

With their first session complete, the two collapsed and cuddled close in the bed. They didn’t need to say anything. Their smiles and tired eyes showed their effort, and they found that it caused them to be bound together forever. Even after they grew up, left the Corps, and formed families of their own, they would always remember this day. With beautiful thoughts coloring the canvas of their minds, they fell asleep, happy in the idea that they could never be broken.

A Bath with The Princess

One of the first rites of passage in The Corps of Fillies was to bathe with Celestia. It represented a lot, namely the focus on individual attention for each young pony. It also gave the fillies a chance to introduce themselves on a personal level, and behold Celestia’s private parts for the very first time. While it was not considered an official initiation, all of the great fillies had begun their path through the Corps with a bubbly and splendid experience in the tub. Legends were told of Celestia’s sexual encounters in the water, and Twilight and Cream couldn’t wait to engage her at will.

The day after their wildly amazing session, Twilight awoke to find herself in the exact same spot that she had been when her violent orgasm occurred. She smiled as she cradled Cream close to her chest, feeling the other filly’s fur and trying her best not to take advantage of her. She was so beautiful and so innocent, and Twilight swore to always keep her safe. She seemed timid, but when they got into bed the previous evening, Twilight experienced her in a whole different way. The beauty and passion shared between the two seemed to warm the bed, and Twilight bent down and gave Cream a small kiss on the head.

“Cream?” She asked softly.

Cream groaned and rolled over, nuzzling her head deeper into Twilight’s chest. Her fur was absolutely perfect, and Twilight reveled in the feeling. She was as warm as her own mother had been. As she continued to gaze down lovingly at her new friend and roommate, Cream suddenly opened her eyes. The beautiful brown orbs lifted themselves and accosted Twilight in an absolutely amazing fashion. Cream smiled and slowly got to a seated position, turning her head so she might address her friend.

“Did we really lick each other like that?” She asked.

Twilight nodded, narrowing her eyes in the process. “We did, Cream,” she said with a lustful tinge, “and…I’d like to do it again.”

“Not now,” Cream said as she yawned, “I’m exhausted. Plus, we have to get ready for our bath with Celestia.”

All notions of sleeping with Cream a second time melted away as Twilight was reminded of their nightly excursion. Their first foray into being intimate with the Princess took top priority, and the purple pony suddenly jumped from their bed. She trotted over to her chest of drawers and frantically began looking through her clothes. She knew that the rules of the bath required a filly to strip as Celestia watched, and she wanted to ensure that her bathing suit was sexy enough.

“Nervous?” Cream asked.

“A little bit, yeah,” Twilight said.

“Oh, come now,” Cream stated, jumping down and making her way to stand next to her fellow filly, “you’re the one that told me to have confidence in yourself, and after last night…I must say, my self-esteem is practically booming!”

“That’s great, Cream,” Twilight said as she continued her search, “but I have to live up to my mother’s status in Celestia’s eyes, and I want to get off on the right hoof. I’d like to make a great first impression on her. Now, tell me, does this look okay?”

The young pony threw on a small yellow top with matching bottoms, and modeled the outfit for Cream. She made a number of sexually suggestive poses, causing her roommate’s heart to become quite a factory of thuds. Her mouth fell open as she beheld Twilight’s amazing body, nestled comfortably in the skimpiest swimwear she had ever seen. Not even the fashionable ponies of Manehattan would have worn something so daring, yet so…mysterious.

“Twilight, I have never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now.”

Twilight chuckled at Cream’s bluntness, and then sat back and spread her legs. She moved her bottoms to one side, allowing Cream to get a great look at her jewel. Cream dove in, licking to her heart’s content. Twilight moaned as Cream did her work. The same electricity from the previous night shot up and down her spine, and she soon became drenched with her own fluids. She reached down and began playing with her nipples, begging them to become harder and harder.

“Oh…Cream…I thought…you said…you didn’t want to!” Twilight gasped.

“I changed my mind,” Cream said, lapping up all of Twilight’s amazing liquid, “I mean, when you offer me your vagina, how the hell can I refuse?”

Cream continued until Twilight let out a deep moan and released herself. The tan filly enjoyed every volley of delicious cum that poured forth from the flower in front of her. There was something almost scientific about the way that Twilight could control her orgasms, and she wanted more and more of it. One thing was for sure, if anypony tried to play a game of sexual denial with her, she would get the better of them. She was in complete charge of her body, something that Cream admired very much.

“By the way, the swimsuit is fucking amazing,” Cream said as she crawled over Twilight’s chest and kissed her, “it makes you look…so utterly irresistible.”

“I figured that,” Twilight said, laughing, “but now I have to prepare myself for my bath with Celestia. If you’ll excuse me, I need to masturbate a bit…”

Twilight was led to the bathing chamber by Celestia’s closest confidante and assistant, Diamond Shine. A former member of the Corps herself, Diamond had chosen to remain as a sexual and physical partner to the Princess. It seemed that, when the fillies had been selected to join the organization, Diamond had been a rather vital part of the process. Her judgment of one’s sexuality was legendary, and she could pick up on Twilight’s overtness.

She suddenly stopped and turned to sniff the confused filly. Twilight didn’t say anything, but allowed Diamond complete access to whatever she needed. The white mare smiled and patted Twilight’s head, leaving her even more confused. All that accompanied the touch was a small giggle, and lustful blue eyes scanning her body. She knew Diamond was undressing her mentally, and she loved it. She wondered if she would ever get to sleep with her, considering the legends told.

“Alright, here we are,” Diamond said kindly, opening a large wooden door and letting Twilight see the bathtub for the first time. Of course, it wasn’t a tub so much as a swimming pool, and it was made of the finest marble. Beautiful fountains bedecked the sides and middle, consistently spraying liquid into the pool and resupplying it. There were amazing, solid gold plates on all four walls, and each one was engraved with what appeared to be a name.

“Those are the Walls of Fillies,” Diamond explained, reading Twilight’s expression like a book, “and they are among the most treasured possessions of the Princess. Each one bears the name of a filly that she began pleasuring in this very tub, and did not stop until they left the Corps. Your mother’s name is in a very prominent place, Twilight, because she was always Celestia’s favorite.”

She suddenly turned and beckoned Twilight closer. The purple filly knew that it was time for her to shed the bathrobe she had been assigned and let Diamond inspect and approve her swimsuit. There were protocols and standards of sexuality required of the fillies, and Twilight hoped with all her heart that hers would meet them. She let Diamond do whatever she needed to, and the white mare stood back with a nod.

“I’m pleased to see your sexual forethought,” she said, “it reminds me of Twilight Velvet. Now, then, I need to check your vagina and anus and ensure that they are in the proper condition for mating.”

Twilight nodded, and crouched onto her stomach, sticking her rump high in the air. She felt her bottoms get pulled aside via magic and Diamond’s eyes bore into her body. Every single aspect was tested, including her clitoris and vulva. Diamond would softly rub Twilight, and listen for a moan or grunt of pleasure. This being achieved, she moved on to the next pleasurable body part.

When Twilight passed with flying colors, Diamond pulled her bottoms back into place. She then trotted around to the front of the filly and began kissing her heavily. Twilight lost herself in the older mare’s amazing lips, trying desperately to reenact her time with Cream from the night before. She knew it was a formality for her to be kissed in such a way, but she didn’t expect four more naked mares to appear out of nowhere. They, too, began touching and feeling her, and her small body became beautifully entangled in the vines of happiness.

“Alright,” Diamond said, “enough. It’s time for this filly to meet her mistress. Everypony out, for we mustn’t disturb what’s about to happen.”

Diamond and the four mares cleared the room faster than Twilight could comprehend, and a door suddenly opened on the far end of the pool. She thought she saw a white light and heard an angelic choir as the ruler of all Equestria finally appeared. Her flowing mane and gorgeous eyes spoke love and kindness to the filly, and Twilight instantly became more comfortable around her. She noticed that her mistress was wearing a robe of her own, but she quickly shed it, revealing a beautiful red fashion statement.

“So…” Celestia said, trotting around the pool and standing in front of Twilight, “…you’re Twilight Velvet’s daughter.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Twilight said as she went to her submissive position, “and I am willing to please you. Please, Your Highness, do what thou wilt with me.”

Celestia smiled at the perfect recitation of the Creed of Fillies, and she gently entered the water. Every single droplet felt wonderful on her fur. Her breathing was steady and measured, though a beautiful filly stood behind her, and she showed absolutely no signs of awkwardness. Twilight admired every single curve of her gorgeous body, and wanted very much to see the legendary jewel nestled between Celestia’s hind legs.

“Please, my darling,” Celestia said in the traditional way, “enter this journey with me.”

So Twilight got in the tub and swam over to her mistress. She knew it was her job to be completely obedient, so she didn’t try anything for herself. Rather, she felt a beautiful hoof begin stroking through her mane. Celestia then administered small kisses to her forehead, and each one was like a small bomb of absolute love and affection. She noticed the large smile that adorned her ruler’s face, and she wondered if it was her time to strip.

“Your Majesty,” she said, “please…would you like me to take my swimsuit off now?”

Celestia nodded. “Yes, dear, but it won’t be you who takes your suit off. It shall be me.”

Twilight bowed in humble respect and allowed Celestia to take control of the situation. She felt her top coming off, leaving her furry chest exposed to the comfort of the water. She let out an involuntary moan as Celestia kissed down her chest, around her nipples, and right to her panties. The soaked garments played beautifully with Twilight’s vagina, and she mentally begged her mistress to remove them.

I need to show you everything, she thought, please…I want to show you. My vagina was built for moments like this, and I need to expose it. I wanna be naked. I NEED to be naked!

Her mind whirled with lust as Celestia’s teeth grabbed both sides of her bottoms, gently dragging them off and revealing her pussy and rump hole. It was a glorious experience for the filly, who had always enjoyed showing off her most vulnerable of body parts. Celestia’s head broke back over the surface of the water, and she gave Twilight the most tender of kisses.

“So, my little one,” Celestia said, “what do you believe makes you sexually different from everypony else?”

“Well,” Twilight said, “I believe that I started at the right time. My parents taught me about sex thoroughly, and told me that I should never be ashamed of my private area.”

“That’s true,” Celestia said lovingly, “the vagina and anus are the most important parts when it comes to sex. But, everyone says that…I want to know what makes you stand out.”

“I think it’s in my style, Your Highness.”

Celestia smiled. “I take it you were trained in the art of Pounding?”

“Yes, Princess,” Twilight said as she felt her mistress pull her close.

“It was the style your mother used,” Celestia said as she gently began to rub Twilight’s pussy with a hoof, “and it’s one of my personal favorites. The violence involved can transition into sheer beauty, if one is willing to allow it. Now, then, my sweet, darling filly. Would you like to see my vagina?”

“Oh, yes, please!” Twilight said quickly, and then doubled back, “I…I mean, if it’s alright with you.”

“It’s always alright,” Celestia said, before turning around and pulling off her own swimsuit. Her naked vagina had been exposed, and Twilight immediately wanted it. It cast a spell on her, locking her into its fragrance and beauty. She knew from that moment on that she would do anything to please her new mistress, and that included submission.

Anything, my beloved Princess…anything you want, I’ll do. If you wanna beat me, I’ll do it. If you wanna tie me to the bed, I’ll do it. No matter how “taboo” it might seem, I’ll fully commit myself to it, because I want you…to love me like you did my mother.

“So, my Twilight, how is it?” Celestia asked.

“It’s the most beautiful sight these eyes have ever beheld,” Twilight said, “and I’ll do anything to please it. My Princess…I’m yours.”

The Sins of The Guard

Author's Note

Hey, everyone! Sorry for the lack of a chapter yesterday, but my work schedule's kinda gone crazy this week. That, and I've been sick for a few days. But now I'm back, and I hope y'all enjoy this installment!

The Sins of The Guard

The Corps of Fillies were comprised of the most sexually, physically, and mentally talented young ponies in the land, hoof chosen by Celestia herself. They were special to her, and as such, had to be protected by some of the most trusted soldiers in the Castle Garrison. These elite operatives made up The Corps Guard, led by Captain Bayonet Charge. Their task was to ensure the safety and happiness of every single member of the Corps. In return for their service, their pay was raised and the single stallions were each allowed one night per month to try and convince a filly to mate with them. Other than that, the Corps members were strictly off limits.

But some ponies just couldn’t help themselves. They would keep secret pictures of the fillies in order to relieve some of their sexual tension. Sometimes, their one night would be a complete failure, and they would return to their private rooms in shame and exhaustion. The fillies just wouldn’t respond, not when they had Princess Celestia as a mate. A few guards found this to be an unfair proposition, but kept their mouths shut, as they knew exactly what fate awaited those who revolted against the Corps.

One guard had a different mindset. He, too, found these rules imposed against them to be very much restrictive. He masturbated day in and day out to one picture, and imagined what it would be like to make love to this filly. He truly cared for her, and he would follow her around in secrecy, trying desperately to ensure her protection. Their creed stated that they would treat all the fillies equally, but he had taken out a completely different thought process regarding this particular pony: Berry Juice.

She was one of the youngest fillies in the Corps that year, but she was beautiful nonetheless. She was a deep shade of blue, with bright aqua eyes and an amazing purple mane. Her body was sleek, and her small Pegasi wings were the perfect size. They would flutter about whenever she was happy about something, and her as of yet unknown stalker would get very excited about this. He would involuntarily let trails of saliva fall from his mouth as he watched her.

As the fillies got settled in and spent their first few weeks in an almost constant state of mating, he got to watch her perform on multiple occasions. Once, he had been put on duty in the cafeteria area, and she and two other fillies had given each other cunnilingus. The rest of the Corps looked on and hollered and cheered as they licked at each other, and he had to stop himself from publically divulging his love for this small filly. She was truly amazing to watch, and getting to see her explore her own sexuality more and more was a true privilege.

He gradually became obsessed with her, and one day, he decided to make a move on her. Somehow, he would corner her and force her back to his room where he would sleep with her. He knew it was risky. Being found out would cost him his job, his status, and more importantly, his life. Execution was the only sentence that Celestia would afford him for violating the rules so egregiously. Yes, it was a humongous chance, but he was a gambler in his spare time, and he hardly ever lost. Betting his life on one magical night with the filly he loved seemed to be worth it.

So, that evening, he ensured that he was on guard in the hallway where her room was. As the scantily clad fillies came down the carpeted floor after finishing a rather scrumptious dinner, he spotted her. To his delight, she was all alone. Even better, she looked terribly depressed. The moment was perfect, and the sleazy pony slunk over to her. His eyes scanned her body, mentally planning for just where he would touch her when the time was right. Patience, he told himself, it will happen when it happens.

“Why, Ms. Berry Juice, you’re all alone,” he said in a voice filled with fake concern, “whatever’s the matter?”

“Oh, Mr. Ghost Wind,” she said, recognizing the guard, “nothing. I just…might have lost one of my friends.”

“Oh, that’s so sad!” Ghost responded, “I just can’t believe that somepony wouldn’t want to be friends with you.”

“I know!” Berry said hotly, “I mean, I think I’m a friendly filly…at least, I try to be.”

Ghost smirked. He knew that he had this small filly directly in his grasp. He felt like one of the ponies at the many “bob for apples” events that took place in the town. He had his sights set on this beautifully shiny specimen, and now he just had to chomp down, no matter how badly it might hurt. He snickered to himself, before bending his head down and whispering…

“Why don’t we go back to my place and talk about it?”

Berry gave him an odd look. She knew that the rules forbade fillies from going to a guard’s room unless it was their monthly time. But something about this guard struck a chord with her. Perhaps it was the way his green eyes bounced against the moonlight, or perhaps it was his apparent sincerity. Maybe he did wish to help her. She weighed the pros and cons of her choice mentally before finally nodding.

“Okay,” she said, “but if you try anything funny-“

“Don’t worry, little one,” he said, “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything but making you happy…”

When they returned to Ghost’s room, Berry found it unpleasantly dark. Not a whimper of light invaded the place, and she saw it as a creepy sign of a doomful future. Ominous was an understatement, and she truly felt suffocated by the encroaching blackness. She shivered a bit, until she felt a friendly hoof on her shoulder. Ghost was right behind her, and that made her both nervous and comfortable. On the one hoof, he was just like his namesake, swooping around like wisps of wind in the night. But on the other, he seemed to care for her completely.

“Allow me to shed some light…” He said before lighting a few candles in the room. Their sweet fragrance played with Berry’s nostrils, and soon enough, she was completely enveloped in the scent. She loved it, and wished that she might just stay there sniffing the air forever. It’s heavenly, she thought, certainly better than those disgusting incense burners my roommate has!

The light was dim, but enough to where she could make out the small room. There was a bed in one corner, and some frightening art covered the walls. She couldn’t quite make out the monstrous creatures in each picture, but she knew that they were all forcing themselves upon a small filly like her. This ratcheted up her nerves until she was a quaking mess, and she turned and noticed Ghost just standing there watching.

“You like my gallery?” He asked.

She shook her head. “W…w…why are…those…m-m-m-m-m-monsters…raping…those…fillies?”

He trotted over to her, and began brushing his hoof through her mane gently. “Because they deserve it,” he told her, “each of these paintings represents the end of all things. Eventually, every single little filly must be raped.”

Now she was really frightened, and knew exactly where this was going. All thoughts of him genuinely caring for her had been obliterated. She tried her hardest to get away, but he grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. He even dared to use his magic to draw his sword on her, pointing it at her neck and silently warning her that she would be killed if she attempted to escape again. Her teeth chattered and her eyes went wide and bloodshot.

“Please!” She cried, “please, no! It’s not right! This isn’t right! I’m a servant of Her Majesty, Princess Celestia, and you shall not do this to me!”

“Yes,” he said, “I know you’re a servant of that bitch. That’s the problem. You should be serving ME!”

With those cruel words, he magically brought a strong rope over to the bed and tied her to the post with her back legs spread. She began to weep, but a strong hoof to the cheek silenced her. She shook as he did his evil work, mentally begging for Celestia or Captain Bayonet or somepony to come and save her. But nopony ever showed up, and thus she was fed to his ravenous hunger. His satisfaction was all that mattered to himself, and he was willing to go to any disgusting lengths to get it.

He ripped off her top and panties, revealing her bright pink flower in all its glory. He had seen it before, sure, but this time, it was all his. He dove in and began violently licking and suckling at it, reveling in every single scream that came from her small throat. She managed to rebelliously spit on him a bit, but that just caused her more trouble as his heavy hoof came crashing down on her head once again. She cried out in pain, causing Ghost to become even more stimulated.

He got up from his spot and crawled over her, purposefully dragging his penis along her entire body. When he arrived at her head, he took his sword and dug out two small chunks of fur, leaving tiny creeks of blood dripping down her cheeks. He followed that up by shoving his member deep down her throat, causing her to choke. He loved every single muffled squeal and labored breath that she took. He was in complete control of her, which is exactly how this evil pony wanted it.

“Mm…yes,” he said, “…every one of you must be raped. Every single one of you who’ve given your pathetic little lives over to serve our worthless Princess, instead of the guards who protect you. We are the ones you owe your very lives to, and yet we’re more restricted than you are! It’s bullshit! That leader of ours is the reason that this Corps is going down the fucking toilet every single day! You fillies are given an education and love and all the food you can eat, along with all the sex you can handle. But, us? We’re given a lump of the driest fucking bread and a glass of fucking water for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, not to mention only one night a month to mate with you fillies, and even then we’re mostly ignored!

This is just the first step in changing things around here. Soon, you’ll all bow to us! Every single one of you will be made to know our names, and the Corps of Fillies will turn into an organization that actually lives up to its creed. We will sexualize every single worthless filly and then toss you out on the street to fend for yourselves. You’ll be sucking more dicks and licking more pussies than you know, and none of it will be…” here, he retched in a dramatic fashion, “…loving and caring. Now, be a good girl, and choke on my penis!”

He slammed himself so far down her throat that she nearly fell unconscious. But she fought to stay awake, and she memorized every last detail of her captor. She would be reporting him the very next day. She didn’t know to just whom she would do so, but she would. This kind of reprehensible behavior should never go unpunished. She would allow him to do as he pleased and get himself into deeper trouble, and then recount everything to her superiors.

He pulled his dick out of her throat, leaving her gasping for air. He gently stabbed her shoulder with his sword, leaving another flesh wound and another tiny trickle of blood. He then drew his dick back down her chest and stomach, making a stop at her small breasts, before absolutely slamming into her vagina. She screamed in pain as she felt him go all the way in and begin battering her very cervix. His movements were ruthless and he showed her absolutely no mercy. She squealed and cried and begged and pled for him to stop, but he didn’t. He kept delivering his manifesto as he raped her, searching more and more for her pleasurable spots.

“I’m sorry you had to be the first of my victims, my love,” he told her, “for I truly do care for you. I have for a long time, now.”

“No, you don’t, you bastard!” She growled angrily, “you care about one thing, and that’s your own dick!”

He silently bent over and began slamming into her with the force of a hurricane. Her screams would shatter glass, but the soundproof room shed absolutely no light to the outside world on what was happening in that bed. He went so hard that the wooden slats under the mattress were on the verge of snapping. For four hours, this cycle continued, until Berry had been, quite literally, fucked into a deep sleep. Her small body had released twenty-three orgasms, and the entirety of the experience had exhausted her. A revolting mixture of blood, her liquid, and his semen pooled around her nether regions.

Ghost stepped back and admired his handiwork. He knew that this was only the beginning of the revolution that he wanted to spearhead. True, a lot of this was a result of his obsession and love for this particular filly, but he wanted it to be an example. He wanted to be reported on, and if he were to be sent to his doom, he would be considered a martyr for all the sexually frustrated guards.

“Tonight, my beloved Berry, you’ve helped launch the movement,” he said, “now it’s up to me to find ponies who are willing to embrace it.”

A Special Visitor

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.

Pleasing Celestia

Cream was a little bit nervous about trying again so soon after failing. Her mind doubted her abilities, and she felt trapped within her own box. Her training had been rather lackluster, as her parents didn’t know a lot about sexual styles, and had simply selected one for her at random. This hodgepodge method had led to her becoming increasingly concerned about her own stamina and capabilities in the bedroom. Her parents had constantly reassured her that she was successful, but she still felt lacking. Especially now, when she had failed to give the Princess the pleasure that was required of her.

But the benevolent leader had given her yet another chance to do so, and this time, there was no scheduling limit. Normally, her style took so long and was so intently focused on slowly pleasuring a singular object, that their time just ran out. When the bell rang, she knew that it was time to leave, and she normally did so with tears rolling down her face. All she wanted was for Celestia to be proud of her and view her as being on the same level as the other fillies. Now was another opportunity to prove that she could, and she swore to herself that she would not falter.

She gingerly moved forward and began to trace small patterns up Celestia’s inner thighs with her tongue and hooves. She remembered that her style hinged on using both of these bodily features to extract pleasure out of her partner. It was a slow, laborious process, but one that drew the most beautiful moans from Celestia. The Princess groaned and grunted with pleasure as Cream continued her absolutely delightful work. She softly sighed and gently encouraged the small filly in her attempt.

“That’s it, my little Cream,” the Princess moaned, “you’re doing great. Just keep going, and don’t think about anything else.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Cream responded obediently.

Her small pink tongue finally found its way across Celestia’s vagina, eliciting even deeper moans from above. It was an absolutely angelic pussy, with a nub to rival nopony else’s. Cream remembered her mother’s vagina, which was beautiful in its own right, but nothing like this. This was Celestia’s most treasured jewel, and Cream had been given the keys to its care. She knew she needed to use them wisely, and she did. Her licks were slow and painfully precise, attacking just the right spots where she knew Celestia needed it.

As the beautiful scene unfolded on the bed, Twilight managed to tear herself away long enough to remove her own clothes and trot up behind Cream. She softly began nuzzling her roommate, silently asking her if it was okay to go further. When Cream gingerly removed her panties and stuck her small rump into the air, Twilight knew what to do. It was considered a universal signal for sex within the Corps, and Twilight took full advantage of it. She had to restrain herself from pounding away in her usual method, and instead, gently mounted Cream. Her thrusts were gentle, guiding her own pussy in a beautiful display of love and affection.

There were no loud screams or curses shared between the three partners, only the joy of knowing that they were together. Every time a sensitive body part brushed up against another, it would be accompanied by an absolutely sublime moan or a soft and gentle sigh. Love filled the room, and its aroma was absolutely intoxicating. They soon found themselves, quite literally, drunk on each other. The addiction was absolute, and there was no return. Their moans grew in volume as they began intensifying their movements, but they never got anywhere near the realm of rough and tumble sex.

Twilight moved herself back and forth between Cream’s anus and vagina, wanting to ensure that her best friend got the pleasure she deserved. Cream’s groans were outstanding, comparable to any of the legendary fillies from the Corps’ magnificent history. Twilight slowly bent forward and nibbled on one of her ears, earning a small squeak of happiness. Then she nuzzled at Cream’s cheek, gently kissing and playing with her friend as their privates continued to happily accost each other. She never said a word, but allowed the natural strength of their friendship to be a catalyst for beauty.

Meanwhile, Cream’s licks increased in volume, leading to more moans from Celestia. Cream also moved lower, gently tonguing at the Princess’s soft rump hole. The idea that Celestia’s bodily waste flowed from that hole was a fairly large stimulant for the young pony, and she licked a little harder. While she wasn’t into some of the feces related sex that other fillies were, she loved the thought of being dirty with the Princess. Her small body pulsed with electricity as her tongue continued its work. Not even her mother would have thought that she’d ever lick somewhere so utterly disgusting, yet so perfectly beautiful.

The combination of Twilight’s gentle thrusting, Cream’s beautiful oral stimulation, and Celestia’s absolutely perfect moans created a symphony of sexual gratification. Each pony felt very close to the other two, and that was just the way they wanted it. It became apparent that love was driving this session, instead of the wild lust that normally pervaded Celestia’s bedroom. It thickened the air with its beautiful fragility, meant to be broken and sealed by the orgasms which were about to take place. It somehow registered with the three that this would be a singular occurrence, with the normal lusty sex replacing it straight after the last scream had bounced off the ceiling. They needed to make this count.

Twilight bent over and whispered to Cream that she was ready to release, and Cream nodded. The tan filly prepared herself to, once again, receive her best friend’s cum. Twilight began thrusting a little bit harder, and moaning deeper, wanting so desperately to share this amazing moment with Cream. Pleasure like she’d never known before shot through her system, and her eyes became wide. She suddenly grabbed the nape of Cream’s neck in her teeth and squealed into her friend’s fur. Volley after volley of beautiful liquid was discharged from the purple filly’s vagina, and she collapsed on top of Cream.

From her new vantage point, she had a perfect view of the moment that Cream had been waiting her whole life for. Her licks were absolutely perfect, switching back and forth between Celestia’s vagina and anus. Then, she got wise and lifted a hoof to pleasure the Princess’s sensitive rump hole while her tongue continued on her pussy. This combination of stimulants was just too much for Celestia, and she finally released herself all over the tan filly’s face. Drops of cum dripped their way beneath her eyes, and Twilight was right there to kiss her and clean her.

The world’s biggest smile enveloped her cheeks, and she nearly began crying tears of joy. She had finally done it. She had pleased Celestia! Her thrill was overwhelming, and she leapt up on top of Celestia and threw her hooves around her. Celestia was thrilled as well, and she gently pushed Cream away from her so that she might kiss her. Their lips met in an amazing show of love, and their tongues danced together genuinely. Thoughts of their next session flowed through their minds, knowing that, if this was any indication, it would be completely unforgettable.

The Corps Captain

Within the ranks of the Corps, there lay a certain insignia. This symbol was of a bright white Alicorn, with lightning firing from its wings and a tail and mane made of pure fire. The eyes were glassy, much like the bountiful reflection of the sea, and its look was fierce and proud. Its hooves looked extra sharp, in dutiful recognition of its ability to destroy any enemy of the Corps. It also had a decidedly sexual flair, with its tail moved aside to reveal a bright red ruby where the private area would have been. This depiction was only sewn onto one uniform, and only worn by one filly: The Corps Captain.

This position was highly pursued by everyone in the Corps, and they all knew the requirements for obtaining it. The filly who was Captain was also known as Celestia’s Favorite Filly. It was generally somepony that had been inducted a few years before, and knew Celestia well. Their sexual sessions were said to be completely harmonious and synchronized, and even their hearts were said to beat on the same level. In other words, this was as close to being Celestia’s actual mate as any of the fillies ever got. So, it was understandable that many of them craved the position, but only Celestia decided who would end up wearing that symbol.

At the moment, the high honor had been bestowed upon a young and ambitious Unicorn named Star Blaze. Her namesake was rather well descriptive of her physical attributes, as it looked as if she were burning some times. Her mane was a beautiful shade of silver, and almost crystalline in appearance. Her body was sleek, and her cutie mark was of a falling star scorching the atmosphere. Her personality was just as fiery and outspoken, although she tempered this with a marked focus on friendship and attempting to know all the fillies under her leadership.

She had also established many sexual relationships with some of the Corps members. She would alternate between sleeping with them, and sleeping with Celestia. She considered herself something of a bridge between the beauteous experience of the Princess, and the sweet and innocent naiveté of her charges. She was very well versed in her sexual art of domination, and she was more than willing to introduce some younger filly to it. They would always grow wide-eyed and a little nervous at the sight of some of the contraptions in her room (which she lived in alone), but she would sweetly coax them into one and then allow things to flow naturally.

One night, she decided to allow three of the smaller fillies into her self-contained dungeon of debauchery. She wore one of her best leather outfits, complete with a very dark pair of satin panties. Hooks ran from the drawstrings up her stomach until they connected to the top part of the outfit. It embellished every single wondrous curve and beautiful aspect of her orange coat. Her blue eyes spat out burning desire with every single pulse of her lustrous heart, and at the sound of urgent knocking, turned into small flamethrowers. She sneered sexily, and trotted over to the door, opening it and allowing her victims entrance.

“Welcome, my little fillies,” she said in a sleazy, yet very alluring voice, “I trust you’ve had a pleasant evening so far?”

She was making reference to the fact that all three had been treated to dinner by a “mysterious benefactor.” They all figured it was her, but they went along with the idea. They loved the idea that she was toying with them, and they drooled when they saw her in this outfit. Their hearts began beating quickly, and their panties became wet as their excitement mounted. One of them, River Stream, began using a small hoof to masturbate. But this was quickly struck down as Star smacked the small pony.

“You’re a naughty filly, River,” she cooed as she slunk around behind the light blue filly, “mm…and you have such beautiful green eyes. It’s a pity I had to hit you, but you broke one of the rules of my dungeon.”

“Please, Star,” River said, “I didn’t even know there were rules!”

“Oh, there are always rules when you play a game,” Star sneered, “and it just so happens that I am the inventor, commissioner, and referee of this particular contest.”

“What kind of contest?” The second filly, Apple Tart, asked.

Star smiled in a creepy, yet appealing fashion. “The kind where everypony wins. But you get to win only when I SAY you can.”

Now things were getting interesting, and all three fillies crammed together, each vying for a spot close to their Captain. Their tails all twitched in anticipation, leaving small fibers strewn across the floor. Their smiles betrayed nerves of steel, for normally, ponies would not be so keen to play this certain game of pain, pleasure, and humiliation. Then again, not every filly was like these three. They had been hoof chosen by Star in order to test out one of her new inventions.

“Let’s see…River Flow, how about we start with you?”

“Okay!” The small blue filly squeaked cutely.

“I’m gonna need you to strip, and then straddle on this machine for me.”

River was a bit shocked at the bluntness with which the request was made, but she took her small outfit off and then threw herself over a rather large plastic pole that was laying on its side. It was jutting out from the wall, and seemed to have all kinds of toys plastered on top of it. There were dildos of all sizes, and a strange, black object that none of the three had ever seen before. It was much larger than any of the other toys, and its surface was dominated by an odd pink implement resembling their very own snatches.

“You can take this penis,” Star instructed, pointing at a rather large specimen.

River gulped, but did as she was told. She had heard stories that, when a filly disobeyed while in the dungeon’s claws, Star would unleash absolute hell upon them. She would force them into another machine that sucked the milk out of their nipples, while simultaneously pleasuring them. River had wondered just how bad that could be, so she asked one of the alleged victims. The horror that swept over the filly’s face had been enough of an answer. It was apparently all a matter of complete orgasm denial, and the forcing of sexual fetishes that might not have been all that appealing.

So the blue filly obeyed and slowly pressed herself down, feeling the tip and shaft slowly enter her. Star strictly warned her not to start riding until she told her to, so River just sat there. Pleasure shot through every bit of her being, and it reminded her of when her daddy had fucked her. She had to force herself not to begin bouncing up and down. Oh, but I want to! She shrieked internally, it feels so good inside me! It’s tearing me in half, and I want it to! I need it to! OH! FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA, I NEED THIS!

She looked and noticed that her three friends, Apple Tart and Orange Blossom, had been straddled on dicks of their own. Then, Star stepped back and seemed to admire her handiwork. River realized that each of the fillies had been placed in a strategic location, so that they might ride their penises while giving each other’s anuses a good licking. Before she knew it, Star screamed at them to begin, and they slowly started to move. In just a few moments, the room was filled with their howls and squeals of ecstasy…

Punishment!

Author's Note

Hey, everyone!

Just a little warning that this chapter is VERY intense, but I promise that there's a reason for the intensity.

That being said, I hope y'all enjoy it!

Punishment!

The fillies rode their respective faux stallion parts for what seemed like hours. Every passing second brought a new sense of pleasure to their small minds. The fact that Star Blazer was watching and silently analyzing their movements only served to stimulate them further. Flames seemed to shoot from each pussy as it made contact with its target. Their moans were as loud as they’d ever been, and each one seemed more intense than the last. It became difficult to control themselves, and soon they were calling down curses on Celestia herself.

Star watched the proceedings with a rather devious little smirk. Nopony had any idea of her true intentions, and that was just the way she wanted it. Sure, rumors of her dungeon and the many sins committed there had spread throughout the Corps, but she always deferred them. She was the filly equivalent of a cockroach, surviving through a bombardment of nuclear style questioning. She’d even been taken to task by Celestia, but had managed to convince her that she was on the up and up.

Yes…bounce my playthings, she thought to herself, bounce until I tell you to cum!

The idea of control was her main stimulant. She had always felt that she should be in charge, and dominate other fillies and mares. She had been part of the Corps induction ceremonies five years prior to this, and from day one, she had taken advantage of every opportunity to hurt, dominate, or otherwise humiliate other fillies. The truth was, she hated them, and had taken the Captaincy in order to further her own selfish ambitions. She loved being the bad girl, and she would never apologize for anything she had ever done.

She noticed that River Flow was dangerously close to an orgasm, and she mentally urged the smaller filly to do so. It would break one of the cardinal rules of her dungeon: only she could tell her toys when to release themselves. To her, they were as worthless as any plastic doll, only these were alive. She loved playing with live victims. Her smirk deepened as River got closer and closer to her climax, and then, with a scream that could shatter glass, finally achieved it. The filly sat glued to her dildo, panting and enjoying the afterglow that such a release provides.

“Oh, you bad girl!” Star suddenly screamed at her, “you came! That’s a bad filly, do you hear me?! BAD FILLY!”

River was shocked out of her reverie, and suddenly feared for her very life. She begged Star for forgiveness and mercy, but the Captain showed none. Instead, she dragged poor River off into another room to be tortured. She threw River to the ground and began to remove her dominatrix outfit.

“You’re a bad bitch!” Star said firmly, “and you deserve every ounce of punishment that’s coming your way! Now, take it!”

With those words, Star planted her now-naked pussy onto River’s face and started grinding excessively. She took pleasure in the fact that the blue filly was in her complete control. Even her breathing was under her authoritative hoof. She rocked back and forth, allowing the filly to taste the sweet relief of fresh air and then suffocating her once again. River responded well to the punishment, obeying the commands of her Captain and licking away at her vagina and anus.

“Mm…that tongue feels so good!” Star shouted, “but I’m just getting started with you. On your hooves, whore!”

She got off and allowed River to stand up. The poor filly wobbled a bit, but stood her ground against the onslaught. She seemed a bit rebellious, which Star loved. That would make it all the sweeter when she beat her to a pulp. She grinned devilishly as she used her magic to float over a whip and a paddle. She then forced River to crouch on her front hooves and lift her tail.

“Beg me for it,” she commanded.

“Please, mistress!” River cried, “please give it to me! I’ve been so bad…though I don’t really know how…but all the same, please beat me!”

Star bent over and licked the quivering filly behind the ears, before using a hoof to administer some small slaps. They were rapid fire and seemed to taunt River, who continued to shake heavily. Star also kissed her cheek, but it wasn’t anywhere near the loving pecks that River was used to receiving from her roommate and from Celestia. They were mean spirited, haughty kisses. She knew that something terrible was coming, so she braced herself.

Star said nothing, but began to whip the poor filly. Each new lash from the beaten leather earned a new scream of pain from its victim. Blood began to flow from the gashes, and the demented Captain loved every second of it. Soon enough, the filly’s rump and flank were bright red, and Star Blazer’s eyes grew wide. She shocked herself with just how much devastation she was wreaking upon her charge, but she didn’t care. The filly had to learn her lesson.

Then, Star abruptly stopped and took to paddling the filly’s flanks and shoulders. The screaming didn’t stop, and Star seemed to feast on the vocalizations. Her fragmented mind was so far gone, that the pain of others meant nothing to her anymore. She laughed and shrieked crazily as she continued to torture her toy, wanting to drain every last drop of happiness and innocence from her.

Then, she bent over and whispered in River’s ear. “Are you a bad bitch?”

“YES!” River screamed as the pain became too much to bear, “I’M BAD! I’LL SAY WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST PLEASE, LET ME GO!”

“Oh, bad little bitches don’t get to go anywhere,” Star taunted, “bad little bitches have to stay here and take everything that’s coming to them!”

With those words, Star ceased her paddling and hooked up some electric cords to River’s sensitive nipples. They were long, stretching all the way to a box where they connected via small jacks. This cartridge was then plugged directly into the wall, ensuring that the castle’s electric grid contributed to Star’s sexual, painful game. It was something nopony should ever do to anypony else, but she didn’t care. Within her fortress, she was Queen, Master, and God, and she could do as she pleased.

“I’m your complete lord and master,” she told the now violently shaking River, “and you WILL OBEY ME!”

She then used her magic to flip the switch and electrify the cables. River howled in pain as she felt volt after volt shoot through her small body. Her life flashed before her eyes, and she was intensely concerned that the Captain would end up killing her. She begged Star to stop, but her pleas only made the crazed filly turn the voltage up. While she was being shocked, Star had also managed to put on a large strap-on.

“You take this fucking dick!” Star spat angrily.

She then plowed deep into River’s asshole, drawing out an ear piercing shriek from her toy. The combination of pain and pleasure was very satisfactory to the evil filly, and she rode her charge to submission. Poor River just couldn’t fight back or scream anymore, and so she gave herself up. She just lay there, doing her best not to fall unconscious as the electricity and the giant faux penis pulsated throughout her body. But she found the act of staying awake to be quite cumbersome, and she soon fainted dead away.

When this happened, Star pulled out and whipped the unconscious filly for her “insolence and ingratitude.” Then, the evil Unicorn used her magic to dump River back into the main room, where she was beaten once again. Having no more use for her, Star then drug her out into the hallway and made a gigantically fake scene about having “discovered” an unconscious Corps member. When the guards came to investigate, they found River and immediately hustled her away to the infirmary.

Good riddance to a bad bitch, Star thought viciously as River was carried off, she should’ve followed my rules. Too bad. Soon, EVERYONE will follow my rules…

Love in the Library

The two ponies stood in silence for a while. The moment they were sharing was absolutely beautiful, and neither one wanted to tempt the hoof of fate. If they broke apart now, they might never again be able to experience such a peaceful encounter. It was almost devastatingly peaceful, as if some great tragedy were about to befall the two and these were their final seconds together. The silence was heavy, and it weighed greatly upon the hearts of the participants. But at the same time, they understood its cumbersome prospects, and this concept of love was not lost to their hearts.

But, as with everything in life, even that serene moment needed to close. So, Celestia gently backed away from Twilight and removed her robe, revealing her beauty in the sharply pale moonlight. Twilight was taken aback by her mistress, even though she had seen her nudity many times over. But this time was completely different. Normally, there would be candlelight and the soft, gentle streams of the trickling water feature that danced to its own acapella rhythm. At the head of the entire scene would stand Celestia, ready for the pleasurable exchange ahead.

Now, in the soft glow of the white orb above, she looked vulnerable. Twilight appreciated her beauty, yet became frightened for her very existence. She thought that Celestia might just decide to wisp away on the next whirl of the wind, dancing and singing her way into oblivion. Like some fairy from the old pony tales Twilight read when she was very young, Celestia might discard her feathers for some dew and gossamer and then fly away into the unknown. Twilight quivered with fear at the thought of losing her precious mistress, but then calmed when she realized that her theories were rather asinine.

“I take it…you wish to mate?” She asked gently.

She could just barely make out a smile and a nod, and so she began her work. She softly stepped forward and met the Princess. The partners kissed deeply, allowing their tongues to explore as they needed to. Twilight had never felt such a pulsating love from any kiss, and she decided to try and deepen it. She pressed forward slightly, and to her surprise, Celestia acquiesced and lay on her back. Twilight knew that the Princess was always dominant, except for the nights when she slept with her favorite fillies. This was a sign to her, and she pulled back from the kiss and smiled genuinely.

“I’m humbled, Your Majesty,” she said with gratitude.

“Twilight, my beloved young pony,” Celestia responded, “I always knew you’d follow in your dear mother’s hoof steps one day, which is why I’m going to appoint you as the new Captain of the Corps.”

Twilight’s mouth fell open in shock. Her? Captain? She could barely keep her own mind straight, let alone the entire Corps! She began shaking her head, but then saw the look in Celestia’s beautiful eyes. They glinted with honesty, kindness, and the purest forms of friendship. She felt loved by Celestia, and thoroughly appreciated. It was an absolute honor to be appointed to such a position, and obedience to her mistress was critical.

So, she bowed in loyalty and respect. “Thank you for your kindness, Princess,” she said, “I promise I’ll do my best in the position.”

“You can start by rutting me,” Celestia said as the familiar tone of lust reappeared in her voice, “and don’t you dare hold back.”

Twilight smirked as she and Celestia swapped roles for this session. She became the mistress, and the Princess became her plaything. But unlike Star Blazer, she wanted her submissive slave to enjoy everything that was coming. Within her style of pounding lay a lot of violence, but also a lot of love and pleasure. She wanted Celestia to experience every single aspect of it, because the Princess was normally the one administering the pleasure. Now, she got to receive it, and Twilight couldn’t have been happier in her newfound position on top of Celestia.

“Alright, my little toy,” she growled, “you’d better take it like a good filly!”

“Yes!” Celestia cried, “I’m your filly! Please, fuck me, Twilight!”

Twilight dared to smack Celestia in the face, but the Princess held out her chin for another blow. The purple filly’s hits were just hard enough to cause pain, but light enough so that it was an enjoyable experience. Celestia cried out with every slap, stimulating Twilight to absolute perfection. The filly felt as if she were on top of the very world, benefitting from some collective sexual energy that flowed from both of them. Her hits were many and varied, and she knew exactly which spots were the most sensitive. She targeted them ruthlessly, loving every single pained, yet pleasurable, cry that the white mare emitted.

“I love your smacks, my mistress,” Celestia cooed, “please, when do I get to get rutted?”

“Mm…my little filly wants her rutting,” Twilight purred right back as she got down and brushed her belly against Celestia’s, “but first, I think you need a feeding.”

Celestia’s eyes grew wide with excitement, but she knew better than to move. Within this particular style, it was considered disrespectful for the slave to do anything that the mistress did not explicitly tell them to do. So, she lay there with her pink eyes narrowed to slits, waiting for the inevitable. Her patience was admirable, as Twilight slowly slid her way up her body, moving her beautiful nipples closer and closer. They tantalized Celestia’s furry chest, leaving the ruler panting and desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, Twilight stuck her crotch in Celestia’s face. Being that these were two ponies, Twilight’s nipples were so wonderfully close to the jewel that rested between her haunches. Celestia was able to latch on and begin gulping down the warm, delicious milk that emanated from her new favorite filly. Twilight groaned as Celestia’s teeth bit down and her lips created the sucking motion so typical of this sexual style. She felt a beautiful connection with the Princess, and she didn’t want it to end. She wished that she could keep producing milk forever.

But alas, the stream soon dried, and Celestia drank her fill. Then, Twilight removed her crotch and bent down to kiss her. The two mares once again allowed their tongues to explore, and Celestia even managed to share some milk with Twilight. The purple filly was amazed at just how amazing her white and warm expulsion tasted. It was just the right amount of sweet. Then, she went back to Celestia’s special area and began to torture her plaything. But, unlike Star, it was an amazing torture. Celestia’s howls of pleasure were many, and she didn’t care who heard them. Simply put, were they to be walked in upon, the stallion or mare would just chalk it up to the Corps and then leave.

“OH, YES!” The princess screamed, “LICK ME, MY MISTRESS! LICK ME!”

“Mm…my filly likes these licks, doesn’t she?”

“YES! OH, YES, MY TWILIGHT! MM! OH! MORE! MORE! MORE!”

Twilight began to drag her tongue over Celestia’s vagina in an even faster motion. She became very excited when the jewel began winking at her, signaling that it was time to actually mate. She quickly disseminated the rest of her licking, and then mounted Celestia, looking deep into the older mare’s eyes. She smirked, reared her rump back, and then began to violently thrust at the ruler. Her eyes clouded over with lust, and she became wildly reckless with her pounding. It was controlled, yet so uncontrollable. Both mares were now screaming for all they were worth

“YES! POUND ME! RUT ME! FUCK ME! OH, FOR MY OWN SAKE, YES!” Celestia howled.

“OH, YEAH!” Twilight screamed as her own pleasure took ahold of her mind, “THAT’S IT, YOU BITCH! OH, YES! OH! OH! OH, FUCKING HELL, I LOVE YOU, CELESTIA!”

“I LOVE YOU TOO, TWILIGHT!” Celestia shrieked, “PLEASE, MY DARLING! OH! RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE, YOU WHORE! RIGHT THERE!”

“YEAH, I’M A WHORE! I’M A DIRTY LITTLE FILLY WHORE, AND YOU’RE MY DOUBLE!”

“YES! YES! I’M A WHORE, TOO!”

The cycle of screaming, insults, and cursing went on for a few more moments until both ponies felt the sweet release of an orgasm coming on. Twilight thought about denying Celestia, but then remembered that she had just been given a position of influence and importance. She didn’t want to mess up her new friendship just now. So, she decided to give Celestia the best orgasm she’d ever had. The filly ramped up her rump, thrusting in and out with such frequency, she might as well have tried to move the very earth beneath them.

Suddenly, Celestia’s eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a glass piercing scream of utter ecstasy. Rivers of liquid poured forth from her glistening pussy, and Twilight bent down and lapped them up eagerly. She then commanded Celestia to open her mouth, and the still obedient Princess gladly did so. Twilight spread her crotch over the ruler’s head, and she masturbated to her heart’s content. Celestia even added a swipe or two of her gloriously soft tongue, and Twilight just couldn’t take anymore. She unloaded her own stream directly into Celestia’s maw, and the Princess happily swallowed it.

With their mating complete, they quickly returned to their normal roles, and Celestia allowed Twilight to cuddle deep into her chest. In a way, the Princess felt like Twilight’s mother, and mentally promised that she would always be there to protect her. The rise and fall of Twilight’s small flanks was a sight to behold, and the white mare bent over and offered a small kiss to her cheek. She then bent her head around the filly, and the two fell fast asleep in the afterglow of their amazing session.

The New Captain's Orgy

When Princess Celestia made the announcement that Star was going to be dethroned as Captain, there was a great deal of private rejoicing among the Corps members. No longer would they be subjected to the torturous dealings of her dungeon, and they could all sleep peacefully. Sometimes, she would manipulate guards into bringing different fillies in on trumped up charges, just so she could dominate and humiliate them. But now, the threat was nullified, and everyone could return to their normal lives.

The replacement was received with grand praise. Twilight had become something of a fixture among her fellow members, and they all looked up to her. Admiration was the order of the day. Every single filly within the Corps wanted to be best friends with Twilight. She possessed all of the qualities that a good Corps Captain needed. She was well known for the deep care and love she showed to every filly, but especially to her roommate. Cream was treated so well by Twilight, that some fillies swore that they were actually in love. But, as it stood, they were simply best friends with a lot of rather extreme benefits.

They had managed to acquire coltfriends, and they shared them liberally with each other. Foursomes were had, and the happy couples were thrilled with their lifestyle. It afforded so much exploration and pleasure, that sometimes, they found that they forgot just whom it was they were dating. But penises and vaginas very often met in dances of desire and beauty, and everypony was satisfied. It was not very often that there was a night in which someone was sleeping with someone else in that room. It became known as “The Swinger’s Room,” and many fillies would bring their colts over.

But now that Twilight was Captain, she would be moving into Star’s old residence. It was a three-room palatial suite, coated with the most beautiful gems and diamonds in the land. The bed was even bigger than the one in her old room, and she took her time setting it up. After all, she would be mating even more now that she was in her important position. Her sexual exploits with Celestia would double at the least, and she knew that it was her job to help keep the different fillies happy. She was practically obliged to have sex whenever asked to.

Then, in an unprecedented announcement, Celestia told her that Cream could move into the suite with her. The two friends were absolutely giddy with excitement, and profusely thanked the Princess for her kind thoughtfulness. Cream packed up everything in a whirlwind of anticipation and quickly found her way into Twilight’s room, and once again, her bed. They threw a massively wild party for everypony to celebrate Twilight’s ascension to this important role, and the sex flowed as freely as the cider.

Twilight found herself in between colts, with one penis buried deep in her mouth, and another deep in her nether regions. She also had an unknown filly, who was practically intoxicated by all of the sexual aromas and stimulants in the air, using her as a personal toilet. Her stream of urine caused the new Captain’s fur to become sticky, but Twilight didn’t mind. She loved it, and the fact that two colts she didn’t know were rutting her created even more stimulation.

She howled and squealed with muffled delight, for the one colt’s dick was rather large, and the other was pumping his in and out of her. She didn’t care if he came, for she had set up a magic spell that blocked any incoming sperm. He thrusted in and out to his heart’s content, groaning and moaning about how beautiful she was. She popped the other colt out of her mouth long enough to bend upwards and give him a kiss, before commanding him to continue with his debauchery. He grinned wildly and pushed himself further up her small body, trying desperately to locate her anus. Once there, he plowed into her, earning a screech of delight in the process.

But Twilight couldn’t talk, as her mouth was still busy blowing the hell out of the other colt. She sucked up and down, gingerly moving her tongue around his shaft, and understanding her own sexual expertise in ways that she had never known before. He was crying out with pleasure as she did her work, constantly proclaiming how amazing and gentle she was. She teased him perfectly, bringing him to the very brink of climax and then gently letting him settle down. Then, she would begin the cycle anew.

Her mind was awash with pleasure, both from the dick in her mouth and the dick in her asshole, and she almost didn’t recognize a small tongue begin softly scrubbing away at her vagina. But then she unlatched herself from her blowjob, looked down, and saw Cream’s small face, buried where it almost always was. She smiled and went back to her work, happy in the knowledge that her best friend was pleasuring her.

This is the greatest night of my life! She thought as she sucked, two colts and a filly? Does it get any better than this?!

She soon received an answer as she looked to the side and saw her own coltfriend, Muddy Mane, busily banging away at a filly that she did not know. She was extremely stimulated by his mutually accepted cheating, and decided to try and race him. They caught each other’s eyes and nodded, before Twilight began to blow faster than she ever had before. Her colt partner yelped and shouted with absolute ecstasy as his penis began throbbing more and more. The faster she went, the better he felt, and the idea that her mouth was on his dirtiest of body parts was sheer joy.

“Faster, please, Twilight!” He groaned, “you’re doing so well, baby filly!”

“Mm…do you like that?” She asked.

“Yes!”

“Well, then, you’ll love this!”

She buried him deep into her throat, earning a small screech of happiness. He just couldn’t hold himself while he was that deep, and he groaned and climaxed. His urethra pumped out volleys of fresh cum deep into her gullet, and she swallowed the load entirely. She reveled in its sweet taste, and gently removed his length from her mouth, leaving small kisses along his extra sensitive tip.

She looked over and noticed that Muddy had already caused the filly he was fucking to enjoy her release, and she became upset that she hadn’t beaten him. But then she smiled and got on her back, eyeing her lover and pulling the colt that was in her anus down for a kiss. He pumped even faster, and the two screamed and moaned with delight. Cream, who was nearly crushed by his backside, slowly slithered her way upwards and began kissing Twilight heavily.

Twilight couldn’t handle all of the amazing feelings, and blasted the colt’s cock with a heavy dose of her liquids. She smiled and panted a bit, loving her own release, before realizing that he was still buried deep inside her. To her delight, he didn’t stop, continuing to pound away at her delicate rump hole. Her screams were beautiful, and his groans matched her perfectly. Their vocalizations ramped up a notch when Muddy trotted over, commanded Cream to crouch, and began to fuck her severely while Twilight watched.

All four ponies moaned, screamed, and cursed as they pleased each other. Nothing could stop them. The orgy around them fell away, and they suddenly felt very connected with each other. Twilight bent a hoof forward and wrapped it around the colt’s shaft, rubbing up and down and attempting to coax his warm foal making fluid out. She gave a nasty look to her coltfriend, who returned it and went back to his cuckolding ways. His penis bounced in and out of Cream’s soft pussy, earning many different screams from the filly. He had made love to her before, and knew exactly which spots she enjoyed.

The foursome floated on a cloud of pleasure, soaring above the moaning group around them, and thoroughly acquainting themselves with just what it meant to have sex. It felt at once completely meaningless, and yet, oh, so meaningful. Their bodies were intertwined, as were their voices, and at some point, they became one heaving mass of sexual energy, sweat, and various bodily fluids. Twilight involuntarily peed onto her colt’s cock, causing him to pound her even more violently. Muddy had a monstrous orgasm, launching his own seed deep into Cream’s womb. A quick magic blast from Twilight ensured that her friend wouldn’t get pregnant, and Muddy slowly pulled out of her. It was a beautifully agonizing process and Cream suddenly felt very empty inside.

The cheating coltfriend then turned his attention to the filly he loved most, and quickly stuck his penis into her face. She knew what to do, and, with the other colt nearing orgasm, quickly began administering a blowjob. She felt like a slut and that was just how she wanted it. Cream came over and began kissing her coltfriend, stimulating her to the absolute height of pleasure. She screamed and released herself all over the other colt, who promptly groaned and shot volleys of his own cum deep into her anus.

Her blowjob worked to perfection, as she managed to coax a second orgasm out of her own coltfriend. She then bent up and began softly tonguing Cream’s own butthole, cleaning it our thoroughly and earning a lot of squeals from above. She felt Cream’s anatomy involuntarily clench, and then release, accompanied by one of the most beautiful moans she had ever heard. Cream’s liquid sprayed out from underneath her, and all four ponies collapsed on top of each other.

The orgy was still in full swing, with moaning and grunting ponies all around. But those four could rest easy now. The idle penis or vagina no longer excited them. They had experienced everything they needed to, and the party had ceased. What was better, they had done it in front of everypony else, and that was the greatest reward of all.

A Fashionista's Problem

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.

Sexual Therapy, Part One

True to her word, Twilight did gather a group of disgruntled Corps members. She had disseminated a flyer asking if anypony else felt that they had been ignored and disheveled in the weekly mating schedule. She was surprised to receive any replies at all, let alone six of them. Even more surprising was the fact that they’d all been in her induction ceremony. Those six fillies met with her and Cream in their chambers, and the discussion began in earnest. Each of them had their own concerns, and Twilight took the time to address each of them. She earned a lot of respect, and made six new friends in the process.

Two of them were Pegasi fillies from Cloudsdale. One was a light blue color with a striking rainbow mane. She was quick on her hooves, masterful in the air, but even more rapid in bed. Apparently, she was something of a speed demon, wanting nothing more than to go faster and push the envelope. She had brought that philosophy into Celestia’s bed, and it had not done her any good. Sex with Celestia was a slow, agonizing, beautiful, and laborious process, meant to extract every last drop of pleasure from a filly. Since this filly, aptly named Rainbow Dash, was so obsessed with her own rapidity, it had drawn up a barrier between her and the Princess.

“Perhaps you should try categorizing your speed and your sensuality in your own head,” Twilight suggested, “sleeping with the Princess is an amazing experience, and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly.”

“I know!” Dash said impatiently, “but she’s just too slow for me. I like to get in, pound my partner, and then get out.”

“But that’s not what making love is about, Rainbow,” Cream said, “it’s all about the atmosphere and driving your partner to a complete understanding of your own body and mind.”

Dash sat back and grumbled a bit, but said nothing more. This worried Twilight, as she felt that the Pegasus didn’t understand her role within the Corps. Dissention within the ranks could prove to be devastating, and Twilight wanted to ensure that she had the Pegasi’s friendship. So, she stepped forward and kissed her in a show of both affection and domination. Her tongue buried itself deep into Dash’s throat, reminding her of who was boss, and who was her friend.

“I don’t want this beginning on the wrong hoof, Dash,” Twilight said, “I wanna be your friend.”

“I wanna be your friend too, Twilight,” Dash responded, “it’s just…I can’t help but go fast. I am the embodiment of speed, and I need to live up to that.”

“We’ll work on it,” Twilight said, “I think a couple sessions with Cream should help. I’ll speak with Celestia about rescheduling you. Now, then, who’s next?”

A timid yellow Pegasus raised her hoof, and Twilight trotted over to her. She began to rub her mane, and she admired her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled at her and asked her name. When the Pegasus responded that her name was Fluttershy, Twilight bent her head down and nuzzled her a bit. She wanted Fluttershy to see that this was an open forum, and that she didn’t need to be nervous about speaking on sensitive and sexual topics.

“Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong?” Twilight asked.

“Well, I guess…I’m just too shy!” Flutter suddenly blurted, “I mean, I tried to do everything the Princess wanted, but I would end up shrinking away from her. I’m just…worthless!”

The poor pony began weeping, and Twilight pulled her into a hug. “Come now, Fluttershy,” she said, “you are not worthless. No filly in my Corps should ever feel that way. There’s always something out there where you can find your worth.”

“You don’t understand, Twilight,” Fluttershy said, “I couldn’t even make it through the door! I would look at the Princess, and she’s so beautiful and amazing and I…I just knew I couldn’t do it. She would disrobe, and I’d be standing there with my heart pounding out of my chest, and my hooves would become glued to the floor!”

“Why’s that?”

“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT HER LOOKING AT MY PUSSY!”

Twilight was shocked at the outburst. Not because it wasn’t warranted, nor because it was some sign of weakness, but because it came from the filly that it came from. Of course, she had only known Fluttershy for a matter of moments, but it was still a surprise. This timid little Pegasus had managed to raise her voice, and it seemed that the small scream had done wonders for her. She suddenly opened up and gushed like a fountain, revealing that she’d been nervous about showing off her jewel ever since she’d received the letter stating she’d been drafted.

“I mean, it’s called a private part for a reason, Twilight,” Fluttershy said through chattering teeth, “I just don’t want anypony looking at it. It’s my vagina. Why should I have to show it to someone if I don’t want to?”

Twilight smiled. “I know exactly what you’re going through, Flutter, because a lot of fillies get nervous about showing off their jewels.”

“Jewels?”

“Yes!” Twilight exclaimed, “that is how you must think of your pussy. It’s a jewel, hewn from your body for the purpose of excitement and love. Celestia wouldn’t have chosen you to be a part of this Corps if she didn’t think you were beautiful and enticing. That, alone, should drive you to want to show it off. I know it’s nerve wracking, but we’ve all done it. Now, it’s your turn. So, as your Captain, I’m ordering you to remove your panties.”

“WHAT?!”

Twilight was a little perturbed by the filly’s second outburst, but stood her ground staunchly. She knew that what she was doing would only build Fluttershy’s confidence. When it came to sexual matters, getting over the first hump was always the path to success. Fluttershy would never be able to enter Celestia’s chambers unless she was willing to show off what she had. Frankly, it was shocking that she’d lasted so long within the Corps. But Celestia must have seen something in her, and it was up to Twilight to figure out what it was.

“You heard me,” Twilight said firmly, “take off your panties.”

Fluttershy’s mouth quivered, but she lifted her front hooves to her hips and slowly pulled off her undergarment. Her eyes were shut tight, and Twilight could read the fear in her face. She gently moved around the shaking Pegasus and subtly moved her fluffy tail to one side. She smiled as she beheld the reward for her command, glistening and bright. She narrowed her eyes to slits and gingerly swiped her tongue over the puffy lips in front of her. Fluttershy squeaked cutely at the sensation, and then turned her head to look at Twilight.

“Wha…what was that?”

“Just a little incentive. Listen, Fluttershy, you have an absolutely beautiful little vagina. You need to show it off and be proud of it! I’m not saying you need to have Dash levels of arrogance, but you at least need to know what other fillies and ponies think of you. I mean, you have a real showstopper back here.”

“But…it’s just like yours, Twilight. I mean, we’re all mares, therefore we all have pussies.”

Twilight trotted back around and looked Fluttershy square in the face. “Listen, Fluttershy. Every vagina is different, which is what makes them so special. Some are puffy, and some are flat. Some gush liquid, and others just let out little tantalizing creeks. The point is, each pussy is representative of the filly that bears it, and yours is absolutely amazing! I just tasted it, and it’s sweeter than honey straight from the comb. It’s your vagina, made to bring you love and pleasure. Own that, Fluttershy. Now, then, I want everypony here to come take a gander at Flutter’s jewel.”

The fillies all clamored and raced to see the timid Pegasi’s exposed box. They all gulped when they saw just what Twilight was referring to, and some of them involuntarily began to masturbate. Rarity, in particular, rubbed away at her own nub and felt it harden inside her panties. “Oh, Fluttershy, what a pussy!” She exclaimed, “I’d like to experience it myself sometime.”

“Yeah!” An orange country pony, Applejack, said, “yer vagina’s purtier than apples on apple buckin’ day!”

“It really is a sight to behold,” A third filly, Starlight Glimmer, mentioned, “and a sight to fuck!”

“Now, now, calm down, everypony,” Twilight said gently, “I know we all love gawking at Fluttershy’s cunt, but we have more problems to attend to. But Flutter, I don’t want to see those panties back on your body until the end of our session, alright?”

“Um…uh…”

“Alright…?”

Fluttershy gulped. “Yes, Captain,” she said obediently.

“Good filly,” Twilight said in satisfaction, “you’ll see. It’ll do wonders for your sexual confidence. I believe in you, Fluttershy. Now, it’s time for you to believe in yourself.”

Sexual Therapy, Part Two

“Now, then, Applejack and Starlight Glimmer,” Twilight continued as she trotted across the room to where the two fillies sat, “you both have the same issue, or at least, that’s what you told me.”

“Yeah,” Applejack said, “apparently, we were just too dadgum rough fer the Princess to handle.”

Starlight sniggered a bit, but Twilight bopped her on the nose and reminded her to take everything seriously. They were here to discuss important matters, and the Captain demanded maturity, sensitivity, and decency from everypony. Sexuality was paramount to their success in the Corps. The least Starlight could do was sit and listen, and then, when it was her turn to speak, explain her problem and listen to the solution Twilight offered.

“No, you weren’t too rough for her,” Twilight said, “you simply forgot your place. We have a totem pole in the Corps, and the enjoyment of every filly is based on their placement there. You simply dashed a few rungs too far up the ladder too quickly.”

“Whaddaya mean?” Starlight asked, cocking her head to one side cutely.

Twilight smiled as it seemed the small bop on the nose had done its job. “I mean that, when we first start in the Corps, we are sexual peons to the Princess. We must allow ourselves to get used to her, and allow her to get used to us. We can’t just go into her chambers and unleash our own style on her. She’s not that kind of pony.”

“Well, then, what kind of pony is she?” A pink filly, Pinkie Pie, asked.

“She’s a graceful, beautiful, and very sensitive mare,” Twilight explained, “and we must fall into those same niches in order to properly mate with her. Applejack and Starlight each have the same style: Humiliation. Their job is to embarrass and completely denigrate their partner down to the size of the average pea, and then they fuck them senseless. That’s all fine, and it’s one of the more exciting styles I’ve ever witnessed. But putting it into practice the moment you lay down with the Princess is pushing the envelope way too far.”

“But I thought the Princess wanted us to use our styles with her,” said a very confused Applejack.

“She does,” Twilight responded, “but only after she gets used to you. Remember, she doesn’t know you, so you must allow her to do whatever she wishes with you for the first few sessions. Then, you can implement your own personal style and flair when she asks you to. From what a guard told me, Applejack, you attempted to diaper her and treat her like a foal on the very first night!”

Applejack blushed as the memory passed through her mind. Since her parents had died, her brother had been responsible for all her sexual training. He would put diapers on her and command her to use them while showing her his penis. She’d get so excited by the sight of her brother’s stallionhood, that she’d involuntarily piss herself. He would get stimulated by the smell of her waste, rip off the diaper, and absolutely rip her small pussy in half. She loved every second of it, and she’d squeal and cry as he fucked her. He’d even dared to put some of his foal making liquid deep into her womb. Thankfully, she was still too young to be impregnated.

“Yeah,” she said, “I guess I did push things a little too far for their own good. But I was only trying to show her what I could do!”

“You have to practice patience with Celestia,” Twilight said, “she’s not gonna want to be humiliated on her first time!”

“Wait a minute…” Starlight, who had also tried to diaper Celestia, put in, “isn’t your style Pounding?”

“Yeah…”

“…and doesn’t that involve humiliation?”

Twilight smiled. “It does, but I didn’t try to humiliate or embarrass Celestia on our first night together. In fact, I’ve only just begun to be dominant in our relationship. There were times where she would diaper me, and force me to trot around the room and call her ‘mommy.’ Then, as a reward, she would magically give herself a dick and fuck me. It was gorgeously embarrassing, and I loved every minute of it. I accepted that I was nothing more than a sexual dust mite in her eyes, and once I embraced that, I learned how to enjoy more in depth sex with her.”

“So…what yer a-sayin’,” Applejack ventured, “is that we need to learn our place?”

“Exactly,” Twilight said, “and when you do, you’ll find that being humiliated is just as much fun as administering it. Now, then, let’s turn to Pinkie Pie.”

“Oh! Oh! Me! Me!” Pinkie squealed in delight.

Twilight stifled a giggle. The pink mare was well known throughout the Corps for her party planning abilities, amazing array of sexual toys, and an affinity for shoving rocks into her vagina and anus. She claimed that it was insanely pleasurable to do so, but there were a lot of doubters. Still, though, everypony had a different method of sexual release, and Pinkie’s was certainly very unique. Twilight had learned that the filly had grown up on a rock farm, and had been taught these techniques by her parents.

“Pinkie,” Twilight said, “your style is Toying, right?”

“Yep-a-doodle!” The energetic filly announced, “I LOVE my toys, and I want Princess Celestia to love them, too!”

“How long has it been since you’ve fucked the Princess?”

“A few months,” Pinkie said as her ears drooped, “and I miss her. I remember once, she let me shove this HUMONGOUS dildo straight up her rump!”

Twilight smiled. “There’s your problem,” she said, “you rely too much on your toys. I know it’s your style, and it’s a lot of fun, but you need to trust in your own body to give Celestia pleasure. Try riding her pussy-to-pussy. It’s a great way to relax in bed, and relieve some of the tension between you and her. Trust me. There’ve been times where she’s gotten angry with me, and I had to resort to grinding away at her. It’s a slow process, but it’s one where beauty and love are the main focus.”

“I mean…I guess I could,” Pinkie said flatly, “but I just LOVE toying with another mare’s vagina!”

“I know,” Twilight said, “toys can make sex spicy and interesting. But at the same time, you have to be willing to listen to what Celestia wants. She may not want to have a humongous fake dick shoved into her asshole. Pardon my crassness, but my point remains.”

“I guess,” Pinkie said, “I still don’t know if I can fuck without them, though.”

“Come back by here tonight,” Twilight said, “you and I and Cream can have a threesome, and we’ll show you exactly how everything works. But, there’s one catch: no toys. If I catch one dildo, strap-on, or sybian in your possession, then it’s off.”

“Yeah,” Cream agreed, “I like that idea. A ‘toyless’ all-filly threesome. Twilight and I can give you some pointers, and show you what it’s like to just use your hooves, tongue, and pussy.”

Pinkie looked at the ground, then looked back up and nodded softly. She was unsure of the whole thing, but agreed to it nonetheless. It was exciting to get to learn new sexual lessons, especially from the Captain and her roommate, yet she would definitely miss her toys. She’d always been taught that a great method of sexual care was to shove various objects into her bodily orifices. She figured that other mares must enjoy it as well, but now she was rethinking that theory.

I suppose I can do it, she said, but it’s gonna be so weird without my toys!

“Right, that takes care of every filly,” Twilight said, “except for the original reason we called this meeting. Rarity, please come here.”

The beautiful white filly got up and trotted over to Twilight. The Captain immediately kissed her, and the two wound their tongues around each other in a dance of love and affection. Twilight broke the kiss and smiled at her. “All you need to do is find confidence in one aspect of your Avant-Garde style. You’re doing too much at once. Find a niche and stick in it. Celestia likes that.”

“Stick in it, darling?”

“Yep!” Twilight responded.

“I’m not sure I can…”

“Of course you can!” Twilight exclaimed cheerfully, “if you do that, then she won’t be able to resist you. I mean, you’re so beautiful! Those bright blue eyes, flowing mane, and sleek body are a knockout combination. I’m fairly sure you have an equally amazing jewel resting under those gorgeous panties.”

“I am pretty proud of my vagina,” Rarity admitted, blushing as she did so, “it’s gotten me through a hell of a lot of sex.”

“Good,” Twilight said, “now if you can use it in a proper way instead of manhandling your style and bouncing back and forth from method to method, I believe you’ll please Celestia.”

With those words, Twilight thanked the fillies for coming and sent them off to try and understand what she’d taught them. She also reminded Pinkie to return for a threesome that evening, and even gave her a small spanking just to convince her. The ever excitable party lover squealed in delight when Twilight’s hoof met her rump, and she trotted off happily.

Twilight and Cream watched them go, knowing they had made new friends and sexual partners. Cream gave Twilight a small kiss on the cheek and her eyes danced with happiness. She didn’t say anything, but Twilight knew that she was looking forward to their sexual escape with the pink filly. If they had any say in the matter, she and all the fillies they had helped, would be back in action in no time.

Star Blaze's Deal

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!”

The Sins of the Filly

“I will have my revenge…!”

“Revenge…!”

“Revenge…!”

Twilight snapped awake from her reverie to find herself in one of the castle dungeons. All she remembered before falling into unconsciousness was Ghost Wind swearing revenge on her, and then Star Blaze forcing a towel over her nose. She now knew that chloroform had been soaked into the threads, and then used to slip her into a forced slumber. She gritted her teeth a bit as she looked around her new surroundings. What she saw wasn’t quite shocking, yet it was ominously violent.

Her top and panties had been removed, and were now hanging on a wall opposite her. They seemed to taunt her, being so tantalizingly close, and yet so far away. The steel chains that gripped all four of her hooves bound her to the stone wall, and the silvery table that she had been lain upon was cold to her naked fur. She shivered a bit, and then suddenly winced as a splitting headache shot through her cranium. Her cortex felt as if it had been set ablaze, and then paddled endlessly with three or four of Celestia’s choice punishment toys.

“Ugh…” She groaned.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” a sharply feminine, yet sultrily lustful voice sounded, “now we may proceed with your true destiny.”

Twilight’s head was swimming, and she thought she saw stars. She was frightened of blacking out once again. But she managed to shake away the sensation and look up at her captors. She immediately recognized Star Blaze and Ghost Wind, but there was a third pony there. It was a full grown mare, with a coat that glinted sharply against the small smattering of light that pierced into the prison. Her eyes were almost fully black, with tiny irises of the most vile orange. Her body was sleek, and reminded Twilight a lot of Celestia, and her mane and tail were made of pure fire.

Then, with a gasp, she remembered her mistress’s story, and how she had removed all of the darkest parts of her personality into one apparition. This was Day Breaker, the pony of evil, and the greatest threat Equestria had ever faced. Suddenly, the pain in Twilight’s head sank to the bottom of her priority list. She had to get out of there, and warn Celestia of Day’s arrival. But she couldn’t move. She attempted to use her magic to break her bonds, but it was useless.

Day cackled. “Did you really think that your pathetic little filly magic would be enough to break the shackles that I CREATED?! Those are special chains, Twilight Sparkle. They cannot be broken by anything. No magic, no Earth Pony implement, and no amount of Pegasi thunder could ever shake those bindings! I made them, I rule them, therefore, I rule you!”

“You’ll never rule me!” Twilight spat, “I belong to Princess Celestia! I’m the Captain of her beloved Corps, and you’ll never be superior to her!”

Day yawned sarcastically. “Oh, such boring speeches,” she said, “Star, my dear, I don’t know how you put up with this monotonous young mare.”

“It was tough, my goddess,” Star said, “but it was definitely worth it. Biding my time, and waiting for her to collapse into a false sense of security. Then, I simply…picked her off.”

Star, Day, and Ghost joined in a fiercely triumphant cackle. It frightened Twilight, but she shook the fear away. She had to remain strong, for her sake, Cream’s sake, the Corps’ sake, and Celestia’s sake. She knew that everypony back in the Corps wing was counting on her to push through this, even though they probably had no idea of her predicament. She squirmed, knowing that rape was coming, and mentally begging some supernatural force to make it quick.

Then, she suddenly decided to become tougher than she ever had before. She would turn this entire terrible situation on its ear. She would enjoy whatever they did to her, no matter how much pain it caused her. She would scream and squeal in delight. Hopefully, they don’t see that I’m bluffing, she told herself, and if they do, then we’ll just wing it.

“I can take whatever you assholes throw at me!” She shouted in defiance.

“Oooo…such a naughty little filly,” Day said, “using a word like that. I don’t appreciate naughty fillies. I think you need a good, sound SPANKING!”

With that, the evil mare used her magic to lift a nearby whip and crack it on the floor. Twilight jumped at the sound, but managed to control her shivering. She ground her teeth once again and prepared for the lashes to begin. When they came, the pain was almost unbearable. Blood quickly flowed, and the vicious pony laughed at every lash. She enjoyed doling out this kind of torture, as she found that it helped her own constitution. She would bend over and kiss Twilight in a showing of malice that left the purple filly’s lips burning. Then, she’d go right back to beating her.

“Goddess?” Star asked the pony that she’d worshipped ever since she could remember.

“What is it, Star? Can’t you see I’m busy unleashing hell?”

“Yes, oh my beloved and beautiful sun,” Star said as she fell to her stomach in a grandiose show of respect and admiration, “but I was just going to request that I be allowed one little lash…”

“YOU KNOW I DEAL IN PUNISHMENT!” Day Breaker roared.

“Yes, my goddess!” Star squeaked, “and I praise thee for thy punishments! But, I wanna hurt Twilight, too!”

Day growled a bit, but then took on a rather disgusting plastic motherly aura. She wound herself around the filly, kissed her, and then began playing with her vagina. Star moaned and thanked Day endlessly for the pleasure. Then Day smiled and began to beat her. Once again, Star thanked her and told her that she deserved every last strike.

“YES, MY GODDESS!” She screamed, “HIT ME! HURT ME! ABUSE ME!”

“Mm…you’re learning,” Day Breaker said lustily, “and now that you’ve been taught your lesson, I shall allow you to finish Twilight’s whipping.”

“THANK YOU, MY BELOVED SUN!” Star shrieked as she grabbed the whip with her magic and turned to Twilight. “AS FOR YOU, YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF ABSOLUTE PONY SHIT, TAKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The whips came harder and faster than ever, and Twilight felt like screaming. But no amount of pain would ever stop her from forging her way through this hell and returning to her heavenly Corps. Flames might shoot around her, but she would not give up. She took everything Celestia had taught her about deferring pain within a sexual frame and put it to good use. Soon enough, she found that her bluff had turned true, and the pain was minimal…even pleasurable.

“Is that all you’ve got, bitch?!” She spat at Star, “I can take more…LOTS more.”

“Very well,” came the response, not from Star, but from Day Breaker, “let’s see just how well your body does when faced with three dicks.”

Suddenly, Twilight felt Ghost Wind’s ample penis in her face. She smiled and complimented him on its size, playing her bluff to the extreme. She began to submissively suck on it, enjoying every last second of it. She was thoroughly stimulated by his length, and then she popped herself out and bent upwards to lick and suckle his balls. He groaned and moaned at it, and then she felt two more dicks brush her sensitive areas. She managed to crane her neck and behold that the two offending mares had strapped plastic penises to their midsections.

“Ghost,” Day said, “if you wouldn’t mind jamming that member of yours down this bitch’s throat, I think we can take care of the rest.”

“As you wish, goddess,” said the evil guard, and he leapt around Twilight and mounted her chest. He began thrusting violently in and out of her throat, and she felt Day and Star begin penetrating her. She screamed and howled, but they were all muffled due to the blockage in her mouth. The strange thing was that they were shrieks of absolute pleasure. Her bluff had become incredibly enjoyable, and she hated it. She didn’t want to enjoy this!

“Ah,” Day said as she pounded away at Twilight’s vagina, “there’s nothing better than submitting and breeding a tiny foal, I always say.”

She bent forward and licked at Ghost Wind’s neck, stimulating him into further cramming himself into Twilight’s mouth. Meanwhile, Star had situated herself underneath Twilight and had begun to shove her own strap-on deep into the Captain’s anus. Twilight managed to pop Ghost out of her mouth and question the ex-Captain on just why she was committing such a crime.

“Because Ghost and I worship the holy Day Breaker,” Star said as she continued to rut Twilight, “and if she asks me to do something, I do it without question. She wishes to rule Equestria, and frankly, she’d be a million times better than that goody-two-horseshoes pain in the ass we call a mistress. It’s time for change, Twilight, and you can either progress with us or get raped by us. The choice is yours.”

“You’re an evil, dirty, dastardly little filly, and you’ll be punished for your sin!”

“My sin?” Star asked as she bit Twilight’s shoulder, drawing blood and a squeal of pain, “my actions are of the utmost purity, because I’ve been cleansed by my goddess. I was baptized in her fire, and I drank of the blood of ages. I read the texts, and I beheld Her Majesty’s beautiful pussy and suckled from her life giving lactation. You, Twilight, are the true sinner. The Corps is a worthless organization, dedicated to defeating the truth!”

“The truth?!” Twilight asked, “The Corps defends the truth!”

“You’re all sluts!” Day Breaker suddenly roared, “and it was thanks to me that the filly currently rutting your ass discovered that she could be more than a slut! She could be a slut with purpose! I offer purpose to fillies, colts, stallions, and mares alike, Twilight! My…ahem…originator doesn’t do any of that! She simply fucks you and leaves you! Tell me, Captain, do you truly feel that Celestia loves you?”

Twilight shut her eyes deeply as she saw Ghost turn away from her to be blown by his goddess. Her sucks were violent, and he howled in pain and pleasure as her teeth grazed his sensitive shaft. She called him many derogatory terms, and the purple filly couldn’t stand it anymore. She knew that Celestia truly did love her, along with all the other fillies in the Corps. They weren’t sluts, they had purpose, and it was a damn sight more than this cretin could offer them.

“Yes,” she said simply.

“What was that?” Day asked as she removed her mouth from her submissive stallion.

“I am loved by the Princess,” Twilight said louder, “and she’ll always love me, and every other filly that is a member of her beloved Corps! We have a purpose, to become the best fillies we can! We aren’t just mindless sluts in the service of some pony pornographic film studio! We have more heart, courage, and thoughtfulness than that. I may be a sexual servant, but I’m NOT A SLAVE!”

“HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME?!” Day shrieked, “YOU’LL PAY, YOU WHORE! YOU’LL PAY!”

“I’LL NEVER BOW TO YOU!” Twilight shouted back, “YOU THINK ONLY OF YOURSELF, BUT I’M NOT LIKE YOU! YOU CAN RAPE, BEAT, AND KILL ME! YOU COULD FLING ME INTO THE SEA, AND I STILL WOULD NEVER BOW!”

“Such reckless courage, my goddess,” Star commented as she got out from underneath Twilight, “shall I make her pay?”

Day’s anger was absolute, and she bent down and began to fuck Twilight with deadly precision and an even deadlier hatred. Star and Ghost backed away from the scene in fright as the two ponies screamed and cursed at each other. Pleasure, pain, and loathing flooded their minds as they got closer and closer to climax. When they did, they screeched their hatred before collapsing in exhaustion.

“You’ll never know what true love is, Day Breaker,” Twilight growled, “now…release me.”

“Not on your fucking life, bitch,” Day responded, “we’ll keep you here. You’ll be ours forever!”

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” A new voice responded.

Day Breaker suddenly went absolutely pale with fear. She turned back and began shaking as a new presence entered the room, along with a MASS of fillies. This new pony wore a crown of pure gold, and her rainbow mane flooded the room with its light. Her look was fierce and defiantly protective, and the fillies standing astride her carried the same visage. Day Breaker gulped as she looked at the pony who had given her life, and had regretted it ever since.

“C…C…Celestia!”

The End of the Corps?

Day Breaker suddenly stopped shuddering and began laughing. Her cackles filled the room like a vicious flood, topping the levee of hearts and breaking forth into a torrent of evil. Her eyes blazed with even more voraciousness than before, and her tongue seemed to be serpentine in nature. It lashed back and forth, waggling and wiggling with every spitting word that came from her disgusting maw. Her voice seemed to grow in its hellish ability, turning even more into its stereotypical, yet terrifyingly evil, witchery. The white horn that jutted from her scalp glowed bright orange. Her mane added on flame after flame until it was a veritable inferno.

“I’m shocked you found me,” she snarled at Celestia, “you never were any good at finding things…”

“I didn’t have to find you,” Celestia snapped back.

“…and just what do you mean by that?”

“One of my most trusted fillies, Creamsicle, became concerned when her roommate, Twilight, didn’t return after leaving to search for one of her fellow Corps members. She became curious and investigated the disappearance. She told me that she followed you all the way here, and then saw you begin raping my beloved Captain. She hurried back and found me, and we have amassed the ENTIRE CORPS to stand against you! You shall be defeated! There’s no question about that!”

Once again, Day’s laughter filled the room. The highest of pitches enveloped everypony, and some had to force themselves to remain united against her. The thought of breaking away and returning to their life of luxury, lavishness, and lasciviousness was tempting. But then they remembered just who they supported, and who they loved so very dearly. They stood their ground bravely, each one determined to remain to the bitter end. Celestia noticed these things, and silently praised each of her beloved fillies.

“Do you really think your pathetic group of putrid pony sluts can stop me?” Day asked with biting hatred.

“They are not sluts, Day Breaker!” Celestia thundered back, “they are my companions! You know that!”

“YOU FUCK THEM ON A NIGHTLY BASIS!” Day Breaker erupted as fire shot forth from her jaws, “HOW THE HELL DOES THAT MAKE THEM ANYTHING BUT SLUTS?!”

Celestia remained unflinching in the face of the massive heat that emanated in front of her. “Every time I make love to one of these fillies, it brings both of us a great deal of passion, amazement, and joy. That’s what keeps them out of the ‘slut’ category. Sluts have sex with other ponies for no reason. But we have a reason for our consistent rutting. It’s called a bond, Day Breaker, and it’s something you’ve never experienced.”

“Because you programmed me to be filled with all the darkness you used to have!”

“Yes, it’s true,” Celestia responded sadly, “I did create you to impart every last ounce of the evil selfishness that used to reign supreme in my heart. What I didn’t expect was your vanishing, and then falling in love with that monster, Discord.”

Day laughed again. “Discord? You actually thought I truly loved that incompetent idiot? I killed him the moment I had the chance to!”

“Killed him?! But he was immortal!”

Day smirked. “Far from it, in fact. He was just another extradimensional crony being used to undermine my own power. I’ve dispatched of a few of those morons in my time. They think that by ‘worshipping’ me and ‘loving’ me, they will get a smattering of power in my new regime. To their own fatality, they are mistaken…”

Celestia gritted her teeth. It was true that, sometimes, creatures from other dimensions would arrive in Equestria and attempt to take it over. She would battle them, win, and throw them into prison. But she had never, ever thought of killing them. It went against her benevolent and merciful nature. She was peace personified, and the balance between love and hate was held in her hooves. She could never even think of throwing it out of whack because she had some vindictive vendetta against an enemy. The old Celestia, maybe. But this new Celestia was a better pony.

“I hated Discord,” Day Breaker went on, “but I sucked his dick and liked it for a few months, biding my time until our coup was established.”

“Your coup was never established!”

“No, it wasn’t,” Day snarled, “and it was all his fault! That douchebag didn’t know a mountain from a grain of sand! He was a complete and utter moron! I thought I could carry everything by myself, but I couldn’t! So, after our humiliating retreat into the northern mountains, I simply…chopped off his penis.”

Celestia retched a bit, but held her ground. “You…did…what?”

“I chopped off his penis!” Day roared. “I blew him one last time to give him hope, and then I just tore it off with my magic. While he was on the ground in blistering pain, I drove my horn through his heart. Then, I cast a lethal spell on him. He died instantly.”

Celestia shook with rage. Nopony, not even Discord, deserved a fate as terrible as that. Her mind ran through apocalyptic scenarios, imagining what would happen if Day got her hands on the ponies of Equestria. She didn’t even want to think of what the consequences would be. She saw little foals bloodied and broken in the streets, ponies screaming for their lives, and death ruling supreme. She saw Day Breaker and her henchponies raping the innocent and slaughtering those who tried to put up a fight. The evil was almost unbearable, and the ruler nearly fainted. But she shook her head, and stood her ground once again.

“Day Breaker!” She roared as she spread her wings in a beautiful show of dominance. She also switched to her Royal Canterlot Voice, and returned to referring to herself in the plural. “WE HATH TRIED THEE IN THE COURTS OF OUR HEART, AND FOUND THEE WANTING. THY LACK OF COMPASSION AND THY LACK OF MERCY HATH BOUND THEE TO EVIL FOREVER. THEREFORE, WE HEREBY SENTENCE THEE TO BE SLAIN!”

Day laughed. “You can’t kill me, Celestia…or did you forget about the spell that you cast that created me in the first place?!”

“WE HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN THE SPELL, DAY BREAKER,” Celestia thundered as her eyes shone bright white and her rainbow mane sparkled more than ever, “AND WE ARE WELL WILLING TO GIVE UP OURSELVES FOR THE GOOD OF EQUESTRIA!”

“What do you mean, Princess?!” One of the fillies asked.

“Oh, shut up, you little peon!” Day Breaker screamed, “you dumb fillies don’t know anything about true magic. The spell that Celestia cast that created me and all the evil that’s been wrought inside me links me to her forever. If I die…she dies!”

The fillies all gasped, and some began crying. They couldn’t imagine life without their beloved mistress. It would seem like a black hole of nothingness, buried deep inside an abyss from which they could never even hope to escape. Things became bleaker than they ever had before, as they all realized everything that was riding on this moment. They now understood what Celestia was fighting for: the very future of their Corps and of Equestria.

Celestia's Story

Twilight trotted down the carpeted hallway towards Celestia’s bedroom for her scheduled mating. In the two years that she had been a member of the Corps, she had managed to learn her way through the castle like nopony else. Other fillies would look to her as a guide, and she would happily lead them. The Princess had taken notice of this, and had appointed her the official “Royal Filly Helper.” Her responsibility was to assist the newer inductees with whatever they needed, and she reported directly to Star Blazer.

She felt that she had matured during her time, and she and Cream had grown closer than ever. They were best friends, and held a great deal of lust and respect for each other. Their sexual sessions were legendary among the other fillies, who would gather in small groups and whisper about it. The stories had even managed to redirect themselves outside the castle walls, and Twilight would hear older ponies muttering while she was in town. They called her “The Apparition,” because it was said that she could swoop in, fuck somepony, and then swoop out again.

A misnomer? She asked herself as she knocked on Celestia’s door, perhaps…but there’s no doubt that ponies are recognizing me. I’m not sure how I feel about that…

Soft hoofsteps answered her knock, and Celestia slowly pried open the portal. She was dressed in her customary robe, which would quickly be discharged in favor of her nudity. She narrowed her eyes and gave Twilight a beautiful smile. Then, she bent down and offered the traditional kiss to her forehead, signaling that it was time to begin their session. Twilight bowed in respect and obeisance, and quickly removed her top and panties, leaving her exposed in the hallway.

“I’m ready, my mistress,” she said, “do with me what thou wilt.”

Celestia nodded, but then quickly pulled the surprised filly inside. Normally, sex would begin with a small exchange of kisses and licks at the door. Then, they would gradually move their way to Celestia’s bed. Everything was symbolic, and the slow and agonizing journey from the doorway over to the fluffy comforter represented the small march that the Corps made every day. Filly fucking was not exactly the most popular of sexual interests within the kingdom, but Celestia ensured that the Corps was held up as a respectable and decent organization. Styles were learned, and honor was embedded within every member. Having sex with the Princess was considered a great and very humble achievement, and one had to remember the rules while in her presence.

But this night, something was different. Twilight had mated with Celestia hundreds of times before, only this time carried a decidedly unappealing aesthetic. The great white mare didn’t slowly disrobe as she was normally wont to do, but rather, pulled Twilight into another room. After lowering a lever on the wall, a secret door opened and the two ponies made their way into a long and winding passageway. Celestia seemed awfully quiet as they trotted along, and Twilight’s bright and curious young mind just couldn’t take it.

“You’re…um…silent, my Princess,” she said, “if you don’t mind my asking, is anything wrong?”

“All shall be revealed in due time, my beloved Twilight,” Celestia responded cryptically.

Twilight was very confused, and her curiosity burned hotter than it ever had before. Her mind seemed to be scorched within its own questions. She had so many of them that she was frightened of bursting at the seams, but she kept her composure. The allotment of grey matter between her ears seemed to overflow with a thirst for knowledge. She attempted to appease it by mentally reciting facts and figures she had learned in geometry class. After all, the fillies were going to be tested the next day.

The height of an isosceles triangle can be found by figuring out the square root of side “b” squared minus one-fourth times side “a” squared, she thought, and then the area is half of side “a” times the height, and then you take the-

“We’re here,” Celestia said, abruptly cutting into the young filly’s thoughts.

Twilight shook away the cobwebs as her mistress and friend pulled another lever, revealing a massive library. The purple filly, who self-identified as a nerd, felt as if she had died the death of wonder and been transported into a Valhalla of literature such that had never been seen before. There were books on every single subject known to ponydom. There were tomes about history, arithmetic, love, loss, hatred, psychology, cooking, and absolutely everything in between. There was even a rather large buckball almanac, which Twilight made a mental note of. She was a rather large sports fan as well, and she loved looking at statistics.

But they weren’t there to browse, and Celestia led Twilight over to a small table next to a giant window. The moon streamed in from the sky, and Twilight noticed that Celestia looked very mournful when looking at the white orb. Then she remembered the stories about Nightmare Moon, and she wondered if the horrific pony and her mistress shared some connection. But she shook the thought away and decided to ask later. Celestia was opening a certain bookmarked reference, and she pointed to the page with her hoof.

“Twilight, I’ve brought you to my private library this evening to show you something that I have waited a long time to show you.”

“What do you mean, Princess?” The still confused filly asked.

“You’re growing up,” Celestia said, “and this means that you need to be told the truth about your mother, an old enemy of mine, and the very structural nature of the Corps.”

“My Mom?” Twilight asked, “what about her?”

Celestia gently guided Twilight’s eyes over to the book, where she began to read as Celestia told the story…

“When I was a young ruler, I thought I had everything. I was the biggest pony in Equestria, and I knew it. I would use my ideas and knowledge to exact revenge on my enemies, and put my rivals to absolute shame. I was arrogant, vicious, and haughty…and I paid dearly for those sins, Twilight. Star Swirl the Bearded, my mentor, came to me and told me how disappointed he was in my ruling ability. He threatened to swipe my crown and my position unless I changed. But I laughed at him and threw him in prison for daring to speak against me.

Before he was hauled away, he placed a curse on me and my descendants. He told me that, for the rest of my life and my time as ruler, I would be accosted by terrible tragedies. Once again, I laughed and just shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t believe in silly curses! I believed in myself and my magic, and that was it. I became even more selfish and corrupt, and even went so far as to banish my own sister to the moon, even though she was only trying to help me.

Then, one day, I discovered something that’s now very precious to me: innocence. It happened while I was out on one of my many public appearances, and saw a small filly playing at her mother’s hooves. She was so beautiful and sweet, and it reminded me of the ponies in my care. I realized that I was playing God with other ponies, and I needed to stop. I had marked out a path of blood and regret for Equestria, and I had to change my ways. I was Equestria’s greatest enemy, and I swore to myself that I would defeat my own evil.

When I returned to the castle, I cast a spell on myself to remove the darkness from within, and it came out as a vicious, fire obsessed monster that I called Day Breaker. I allowed her to rape me as punishment for my sins, and then she just vanished into thin air. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep for three weeks. When I awoke, chaos reigned supreme in my kingdom. Day Breaker had met and fell in love with the Spirit of Disharmony, Discord. The evil couple had staged a coup against me, and were slaughtering ponies mercilessly.

I realized that Star Swirl’s words had come to pass, and that I never should have cast that spell on myself. I rushed outside and found death and sickness all around me. I felt so helpless, that I stood in the Canterlot square and wept bitterly for hours. But then, something came over me, and I knew I had to try and fix the mess I had helped to create. So, I observed the Elements of Harmony for the first time, and used them to banish Day Breaker and Discord to the farthest ends of our world.

I put together a council that helped me to rebuild Equestria, and soon, our nation was thriving. Instead of ruling with an iron hoof, I looked to my friends to help me. The Elements became our guide, and we used them to fight away all of the evildoers who sought to besiege our country with harm. Of course, I’ve never been a perfect pony, even with the removal of Day Breaker. But I will say that my friends helped me to be better than I ever was before.

Things went well for hundreds of years, and I discovered my own love for fillies. I just could not go a day without thinking of your sweet smiles and bright, wondrous eyes. You know the story of the Corps, but I created it and structured it in such a way so that you could all experience it to the fullest extent. It’s a powerful organization, Twilight, but also one that teaches love, peace, and friendship to others. The sexual nature is a catalyst for all these things…”

Twilight’s mouth had fallen open, both from reading the book and hearing Celestia’s story. She just wondered what her mother had to do with all this. She knew that her beloved matriarch had been the Captain of the Corps, and she also knew that Celestia harbored a special love for her and her family. But not one mention had been made throughout the explanation, and her curiosity engulfed her mind.

“Please, Princess,” she asked, “what about my Mommy?”

Celestia smiled. “I’m getting to that. See, your mother was the first filly that I ever had to really rely on to help run the Corps. Sure, there had been Captains before her, but their job was to ensure sexual gratification. Nowadays, the Captain holds so many more responsibilities. She has to see to it that every filly is obedient, happy, and healthy. She holds their very futures in her hooves, and that’s why…I’m dissatisfied with Star Blazer.”

“WHAT?!” Twilight couldn’t help but squeak.

“Calm yourself, my little filly,” Celestia warned.

“I’m so sorry for my outburst, Princess, but…Star’s a great Captain!”

Celestia looked at the carpet, and then back to Twilight. “She WAS a great Captain, but I fear that her mind has been corrupted.”

“Corrupted?”

“Yes,” Celestia said, “I have found traces of Discord’s chaotic magic within her dwelling, and the acrid stench of Day Breaker’s ever flaming mane resides there. I’m afraid that she has had a run-in with the evildoers, and now seeks to kill me and set up her own regime.”

“Princess…”

Celestia pulled Twilight into a hug, and the purple filly nuzzled her chest. She kissed her mistress from shoulder to shoulder, stifling giggles at how the fur tickled her lips. She then looked up and saw tears dripping down Celestia’s face. She knew that her friend felt completely betrayed by somepony she trusted so deeply, and that the very future of both the Corps and Equestria was at stake.

I’ve gotta do something, she thought, I’ve just got to!

The Final Chapter...and The Beginning of Something New

“Your life is mine to revoke!” Celestia raged, “I created you, and I can destroy you as well! I don’t care if I have to die in the process, I will defend my fillies!”

Day Breaker smirked and trotted over to her creator. Her eyes narrowed to slits, and there was a palpable sense of dread in her mannerisms. Her sharp teeth came together in the air next to Celestia’s throat, almost taunting the white princess. Day smelled blood, and she knew exactly what to do with it. It was a win-win situation, as far as she was concerned. If she died, Celestia would die as well, and hundreds of fillies would be left deliciously devastated. If she lived, Day lived, and her threat to Equestria would be constant. Nopony would be able to sleep at night!

Then, she saw one of the smaller fillies looking around nervously. Her smile became wider as she left Celestia’s presence and seemed to glide over to this particular young pony. The filly began quivering as soon as Day accosted her, and she nearly fainted. She noted that Ghost Wind stood to one side of the room, and that made her shivers even more violent. She knew him all too well, and was not exactly thrilled to see his mistress standing in front of her. In fact, she figured that the evil pony had ordered her earlier forced submission.

“Why, it’s little Berry Juice!” Day exclaimed with faux delight, “how wonderful to see you, little one. My pet, Ghost Wind, has told me so much about you…and about how you screamed with his dick in your little pussy. In fact, I’d like to see your jewel. May I?

“NO!” Berry squeaked, but continued shivering.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Day said, shaking her head, “such defiance. Didn’t your Mommy teach you to respect your elders?”

“Not when they’re trying to hurt me!” Berry exclaimed.

Day shrugged her shoulders sarcastically, before attacking the filly. She forced the squealing mass of fur onto her back and attempted to rip the panties off her rump. Celestia and The Corps charged, but found themselves blocked by a wall of pure fire. Day looked back from her side of the flaming fence and roared with laughter. “I guess you’re not as powerful as you thought, my creator!” She howled, “now, see what happens to a pony who dares to defy the greatest goddess in all the land!”

The Corps members could only watch helplessly as Berry was raped yet again. Day Breaker showed absolutely no mercy, pounding away at the poor filly until she was bleeding. There was no pleasure for the victim, only a terrifying sense of pain and heat. Day even used her powers over fire to burn Berry’s rump, shoulders, and back. The little pony howled in agony as she felt the searing flames scorch her body again and again. Even Star and Ghost, who were intensely loyal to the evil one, had to look away. Perhaps their consciences were finally beginning to break through the stone barriers they had set up against them.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Day Breaker cackled as she continued rutting the poor Corps member, “THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I AM DEFIED! PONIES GET HURT, AND EQUESTRIA PAYS A SIGNIFICANT PRICE! I SHALL NEVER BE STOPPED, FOR I AM DAY BREAKER, AND I RULE THIS WORLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“HELP ME, PRINCESS!” Berry screamed, “PLEASE, HELP ME!”

Celestia’s breath was rapid, and she tried to break through the wall of fire. But her magic simply bounced off, and it was much too hot to get closer than she already was. She bowed her head, knowing what needed to be done, but trying to convince herself that it was the correct decision. Then she heard Berry’s awful screams of pain and torture and instantly realized that it was the right path. It would lead to her own dark demise, but it would save Berry’s life. She breathed deeply and balanced herself mentally. She became at peace with the decision, and knew that it would all be over very soon.

“Creamsicle!” She barked at the filly, “come here, now!”

“Yes, my mistress?” Cream asked as she trotted over, frightened a bit by the Princess’s tone.

“Listen to me, my beloved filly,” Celestia said, “I need you to do something that will save, not only Berry, but all of Equestria as well.”

“What’s that?”

“I need you to kill me.”

Cream’s mouth dropped to the floor and for a moment she thought she’d misheard the ruler. But then she saw the serious look inside the great mare’s eyes, and knew that her prayers of deafness had been answered in the negative. She just couldn’t do something so utterly severe and wrong! Celestia was their mistress, their teacher, their best friend! She even thought of her as a second mother, considering the issues she’d had with her own. They mated and made love to each other in beautiful displays of passion and devotion!

“I…can’t!” She managed to squeak out, “I’m…I…I just can’t!”

“You have to!” Celestia ordered firmly, “it’s the only way Berry will be saved! If I die, Day Breaker will fade away.”

“But…but…but…”

“None of that, Cream! You’ve never disobeyed me, and you’ve been a loyal filly. I need you to show that loyalty to your Corps sister, Berry. Please, just run me through and make it quick.”

“But…I don’t have a horn, Princess!”

“Here,” Celestia said, magically creating a spear for the Earth Pony filly, “now, pick this up and run it directly into my chest. I’ve cancelled out my longevity magic, so the typical shield around my heart has been erased. Please, do it for Berry…the Corps…and Equestria.”

Cream looked at the spear, then back up at her mistress. Suddenly, every time she’d ever made love with her passed before her eyes. She saw the beautiful things they had done, and the tenderness with which she’d been treated. She remembered back to her very first bath with Celestia, and the way that the white mare had complimented her body and her beauty. Time after time, benevolence and kindness had been shown to her, and now that same pony was asking her to commit murder…or at the very least, assisted suicide.

“I…I love you, Princess!” She cried, “I can’t kill you! I can’t hurt somepony I care for so deeply!”

Celestia bent over and kissed the filly on the cheek. “Listen, my little one. Berry Juice is behind that wall of flame being tortured. The only method for her escape is my death. Day Breaker must be destroyed, and you must be the one to destroy her.”

“But…it’s…I…”

Cream gritted her teeth together, wept tears of bitterness and sadness, and slowly picked up the spear. Celestia nodded and closed her eyes, awaiting death’s loving embrace. She would die knowing that everypony else would be safe. Suddenly, she felt a cold metal tip on her chest, and then a searing pain as it plunged into her heart. Her mind buzzed as the pain melted away, replaced by a horrifying shortness of breath. She saw blackness in front of her, and took the hoof steps into death’s doorway. She managed to whisper into Cream’s ear what to do with the Corps and her title.

“Cream…my sister, Luna, will be released from the moon in three weeks…I want you all to serve her as dutifully as you’ve served me.”

“But, Princess…we don’t know if she’s a filly lover!”

“She is…” Celestia said, coughing up blood, “…she was one long before I ever was. Please, serve her. Make her happy, and no matter what…long…live…the…Corps.”

With those words, Celestia breathed her last and died in Cream’s loving embrace. The filly wept bitterly over the corpse, and every filly there held each other in an attempt at mass comfort. But it was so difficult. The ultimate tragedy had befallen them. They then heard a great screaming as Day Breaker vanished into the air, never to be heard from again. Equestria, the Corps, and little Berry had been saved…but at what cost? Where did they go from here? Where could they go from here? The little fillies felt lost within their own home, and it seemed like it would take the entire millennia to recover. It was a great victory, but one met with mourning and sorrow. They didn’t know if they would ever be the same again.