Compliance is Sorcery!

by AcidPanic

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Human, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Starlight Glimmer, Porn, Fetish, Spike, Profanity, Non-consensual
Length: 63191

The big day is fast approaching, and Star is conducting her final rounds, checking in on each of her friends to make sure that everything is perfect, and having a little fun as she goes.

Its all been leading up to this.

From the moment she came to Ponyville Starlight Glimmer had set her plan in motion, and with a little persuading she has managed to "convince" her friends to help as well. With 'the big day' fast approaching, she embarks on one final series of checks, making sure everything is perfect for when her ultimate goal is finally fulfilled.

(Shameful hypno-smut follows)
Contains (in order of appearance): Sluttification, Exhibitionism, Pain Play, Nasty Insults, Freezing, Bondage, LOTS of Unawareness, LOTS of post-hypnotic triggers, and more in future chapters)

Published 2020-04-19 00:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-29 21:47:51 UTC

Catering ✓

Starlight Glimmer’s morning began in an unusual way… or at least unusual for her. For one thing, she woke up alone, the sole occupant of her enormous canopy bed, the almost criminally soft cashmere sheets just slightly cooler for her lack of companionship.

The peculiarity persisted as she made her way to the kitchen, where she was left to prepare her own breakfast, an activity to which she still had not fully adjusted. Toast and oatmeal were all that she was willing to put together, a far cry from the obscene decadence that had waited for her virtually every morning only a month prior.

The thought drew her eyes lower; she wasn’t quite the thin, slip of a thing she had been when she moved into the castle with Twilight. Her curves were a little fuller, her chest a little heavier, for most of her life there wasn’t a gram of fat on her, but now there was just enough for her to take notice. Perhaps she had been spoiling herself a bit too much, or rather allowing other people to spoil her, but there was plenty of time to fix that later.

Dressing herself was a similarly lonely experience, easily done with magic, but far less fun without anyone else to help do it by hand. A pair of jeans and a tank-top were all she needed for the day, even years removed from running her town she had never really outgrown an affinity for simplicity when it came to her wardrobe.

She didn’t need anything fancy, after all, the big day wasn’t until tomorrow.

As she moved to the door thought over her mental checklist one last time, keenly aware of the stops she had to make as she did her rounds one final time. From a nearby table she retrieved a pale blue pendant, admiring it in the light briefly and feeling a sense of warmth at having it in her hand.

She never left home without it.

The doorknob turned, the crisp morning air drew her into the bright, sunny morning, and so she was off.

Starlight’s first stop was the bakery, her foot having barely crossed the threshold of the entrance before a pink streak of light leapt in front of her, stopping so abruptly that she seemed almost to freeze in mid air.

“♫Goooooooood morning Starlight! ♫”

Pinkie Pie was instantly stood before her, and in that moment she found herself held in deep blue eyes that shimmered with joyous energy, starring up at her in a way that felt truly irresistible.

“♪Good morning Pinkie! ♪” She responded in kind, long since having accepted the infectiousness of the woman’s unbridled enthusiasm. “I see someone has gotten to work bright and early today.”

“Well of course silly! the big day’s only a couple’a days away!” There was a tiny little hop that accompanied her statement, along with a bit of a jiggle, excitement getting the better of her as it so often did. “But you already knew that didn’t you? Miss big important party planner!”

Starlight chuckled, the title still feeling a bit unnatural when spoken aloud. “I promise this is the only time you’ll need to call me that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, everything’s been going so perfectly, I think you might have a real talent for it!”

“Only because I had such wonderful people to help me.” As she spoke Starlight became increasingly aware of their surroundings, not only of the delightful sugared scent that hung heavily in the air, but also the endlessly varied confections that were its root cause. The cakes, the pies, the little tarts, everything looked phenomenal, and then of course, there was the baker applying their finishing touches.

Spike was hunched over a table at the opposite end of the room, looking absolutely captivated as he laid a trail of frosting along the edge of bright pink cake. There was an unnatural degree of focus about him, broken briefly by his acknowledgment of Star with a weak wave of the hand before returning to the task in front of him.

“Everything looks exquisite Pinkie; I knew I could count on you.” The pink haired woman beamed up at her, that wide heart melting smile that Star had dearly come to appreciate in the time since they had met. It was true that she had infinite confidence in her, even if she hadn’t had the tools to ensure it, but those didn’t hurt either. “Will everything be ready by tomorrow?”

“You betch’a! I made extra-double sure that every last treat and sweet is ready to eat a whole day early.” That was it, the last bit of good news that Starlight needed to hear, confirmation that everything would be in perfect order for her, and an excuse to have a little bit of fun.

“Do you think we could have a quick look around? I’d love have a last look at all your hard work.”

“Mhmmmm I get it.” She winked. “I think somebody is just looking to get a bit of a taste before the big day.”

There was more than a little truth to her statement, far more so than the ebullient woman could possibly realise.

“Being around all this amazing stuff all day, I almost can’t help myself sometimes!”

Star eyed the party planner up and down a moment before she turned to take the lead. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Pinkie’s body really was a marvel, far too short for something that contained such a bottomless pool of energy. More to Star’s interest however was the question of how she managed to stay so rail thin despite the endless amounts of sweets and candy she ate. The explanation Star had settled upon was that all those calories chose to make their home in her large, perky breasts and her similarly robust and inviting ass, a fact for which Star was endlessly grateful.

“What’s it been like? Working with Spike the last little while I mean?”

“Super fun! He’s a great cook, and its been awesome getting to spend so much time with him.”

“I knew you two would work well together…”

It was nice to hear. Star’s little houseboy was gone every morning before she woke up and back late enough that she barely ever saw him outside of these few visits. It was heartening to know he was getting along well, she felt a bit ashamed having not inquired sooner, but she too had had quite a bit on her mind.

Besides, she had made more or less certain that they would work perfectly together.

“I especially like your little uniforms.”

The matched outfits would probably have been a dead giveaway at any other time, but the sweltering heat of a bakery operating at full tilt was excuse enough for some less…conventional work clothes, and of course the pair embraced the opportunity, as Star knew they would.

There was an enormous V-shaped slash at the top of Pinkie’s t-shirt, extending down her chest and providing a wide-open window to her spectacular assets, her short stature offering a perfect vantage point for anyone who happened by. The shorts were likely similarly… inappropriate, considering they were cut well above their pockets, but it was worth the risk to get a look at her silky-smooth thighs.

Meanwhile, all these qualities were reflected in Spike, his slender young body no less tightly packed into clothes the mirror image of Pinkie’s. The same excess of light, creamy skin on show, minus the aggressive curves, but just as cute for his more than slight femininity.

Pinkie looked down, evincing a rare sign of self awareness, as if noticing for the first time that she was more uncovered than not.

“I guess we might be a little under dressed.”

“Does that ever get distracting?”

The little baker looked up at her, a questioning expression on a face that almost never lacked for surety.

“Wha’d’you mean?”

Star leaned low, matching Pinkie’s eye line and adopting a hushed tone.

“You know what I mean, alone all day, dressed like that, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed him.”

“O – of course not!” She protested; her voice filled with the closest thing to ‘offended’ that she could likely manage. “Spike is like a little brother to me, I-.“

In that moment Star began her game, exerting just a tiny bit of magical energy, shaping her aura into a point little bigger than pin prick and putting pressure on the back of Pinkie’s neck.

“- Can barely go an hour without thinking about his cute little face buried between my legs!”

That was all it took. As easy as resetting a watch but far more satisfying, her own personal ‘slut switch’ built right into her friend’s body. The spot was miniscule, so tiny it would be impossible to be used by anyone unaware of it, but for Star it was only a thought away.

The wait had been maddening, each visit had brought with it renewed temptation, more and more difficult to resist. Yet now things were different, now that they were so close to finished there seemed to be little risk in enjoying herself, just a bit.

“I’m surprised you’ve gotten so much done.”

“Its not easy.” The ‘new’ Pinkie Pie confided; her voice having become something of a low growl. “Sometimes I catch a glimpse of his adorable little cock in those shorts and its all I can think about for the rest of the day.”

As they got closer to the opposite end of the room, the ephemeral instrument dissipated, and with it, the sybaritic woman with whom she had been speaking, leaving Star to snicker to herself at the commentary Pinkie had forgotten the moment the magic disappeared.

“Hey Pinkie, morning Star.” It was a moment to notice they were there, still taken with the simple act of applying trim to the little pastry below. “Here to check in on us?”

“I think she just came by to try some samples.” Pinkie interjected, a mischievous smile on her lips.

“That sounds more like something you would do Pinkie.” Spike replied with obvious suspicion.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve had my fill.” Careful not to miss a beat, Star formed the same tiny implement. “Of food.” She finished with a wink before returning to obliviousness.

“To be honest, I’m just here to get a last look at all of your hard work.” Star intoned.

“W – Well I’m just here to help, Pinkie’s done most of the important stuff.”

Pinkie threw an arm over his shoulder drawing the pair close together. Between their clothes and their height, they really did almost look like the siblings Pinkie saw them as. Spike’s slight reptilian features, the pointed ears and slick green hair were the only things that could be said to giveaway their distinct origins.

“That’s not true at all, he’s been my perfect little helper!”

With a modicum of focus, Star watched as the look of camaraderie morphed into something much more mischievous. Soon Pinkie’s tongue emerged from between her lips and before Spike had even an inclination of what was happening it had pressed itself against his cheek, taking up an errant dab of frosting as his expression changed from quizzical to awkward to ruby red.

Spike recoiled as soon as the sheer oddity of what was happening took hold. “Wh – What are you doing!?”

“I decided I wanted another taste after all.” She responded, just as Starlight relieved the tiny pressure on the back of her neck and the sultry expression melted back to the usual wide-eyed innocence to which her face was accustomed. “What’cha lookin’ at Spike?”

The question was a bizarre one considering barely a millimetre separated the pair, but to the newly oblivious Pinkie it likely felt natural. “I’m – I’m not – I don’t -.”

“I think he might just be a bit nervous to show off all his hard work.” Star interjected, eliciting a look of total confusion from Spike at her nonchalance.

“Spike, you’ve been ah-may-zing! You don’t need to worry about anything!” She took him by the wrist, pulling him ahead. “C’mon let’s give her one last grand tour.”

A reluctant looking Spike soon took the lead, but not before Star pressed on one final time, followed quickly by a loud yelp as Pinkie’s hand took an extended grope of their guide’s tight little ass. In an instant he spun on his heel to face them, but the woman who had taken hold of him was already gone, replaced by one with a sinless smile and an exaggerated wave.

“These-.” He said as they came to the next closest table, an uneasy timbre to his voice as his eyes rested on Pinkie Pie. “These are some of the cupcakes we made for the celebration.”

“They’re super-terrific Star! They melt in your mouth and turn your tongue purple!”

Star couldn’t help but smile at such a delightful little addition, and marvel at the extra effort that must have gone into each and every thing around them.

“I like the little patterns.” Each one of the tiny pastries depicted a different corner of the night sky, beautifully unique constellations, no doubt the result of agonisingly careful work.

She had… incentivised Spike’s concentration of course, but even still his work was remarkable. He most definitely deserved a reward, and he would get it, but only after she had her own bit of fun.

“Well, I did my best, I’m glad you like-.”

“He came up with his own special blend for batter all on his own! Its probably the yummiest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“It seems like you’ve done a great job Spike, I just wish I could try one.”

“I think we might be able to help with that.” From under the table Spike retrieved a tray, set with a series of near identical treats, all showing signs of the same meticulous detail as those they were meant to imitate.

“Pinkie insisted we make extras.”

The small silver tray was soon laid upon the table, with Spike passing a cupcake first to Star, and then, with a slight air of hesitance, to Pinkie Pie. Star, never one to miss pass up an opportunity, once again formed a tiny pin at the nape of her friends’ neck and watched as she reacted in exactly the way her puppeteer had hoped.

The now unrestrained woman snatched at Spikes wrist before he had a chance to withdraw, her tongue coiling around a slender outstretched finger before he seemed to fully grasp what was happening. A pair of plump, pink plips began to draw their way down to its base, her eyes clearly trained on those of her subject, watching him like a hawk as she slowly pulled back.

“You did a wonderful job with these Spike.” Star felt her own chest tighten, remembering first hand what it was like to be in Spike’s position. It was amazing what could be done when that excess of energy was put to good use. The paralyzing feeling of seeing those crystal blue eyes stare up at you with desperate hunger. “I bet they taste almost as sweet as you do.”

Finally, she drew back, leaving one final kiss with his finger tip, everything about her leaving the impression that she was within a hairs breadth of throwing herself over the table at him at any moment.

Then, suddenly, she didn’t.

“What was that?!”

“What was what?”

He turned to Star, looking desperate for any sort of validation, but all he would get from her was an indifferent shrug, leaving him to look down and contemplate his now immaculately polished finger.

Pinkie would’ve hated to be left out of the ‘joke’, but she seemed distracted enough as her teeth sank into the sumptuous snack she now held, Star watching bemused as Spike warily did the same.

It was only as she herself took her first taste that she was swept away from the little game she was playing, her focus torn away from her friends and towards that tiny piece of heaven that rested upon her tongue.

“Star! Lookie lookie!” Her reverie was broken by the triumphant return of Pinkie’s tongue, not to coil around the still perturbed looking boy sat across from them, but instead merely to demonstrate that, just as she promised, it was now dyed a dark shade of purple.

Star couldn’t help but laugh as Pinkies eyes crossed, focused intently as the tip of her tongue met the tip of her nose.

“I don’t suppose you have any other extras lying around here somewhere?”

“One second.”

Spike began to move across the room towards another table, with Pinkie taking the brief interruption to put hands on the couple remaining cupcakes, devouring them with a clear sense of relish.

It was only after their little helper had moved aside that Star realised exactly how high into the sky the sun had risen. Star knew that if she was going to complete her schedule, she would need to wrap up fairly soon.

Spike made his way back to the pair, a new tray in one hand and a saucière in the other. Upon the tray were yet more evidence of the baker’s spectacular talents and efforts. Three plates, each with beautifully arranged fruit tarts set equidistant from one another dotted the silver serving piece, the first of which was placed directly in front of Star, delivered perfectly on her left.

There was something comforting and familiar about having Spike serve her again. Fond memories of him dressed in a pressed-white apron and nothing else flickered to life as he drizzled a thin pink glaze over the assorted fruit.

She looked forward to once again having him at her beck and call, but for now, she needed to be elsewhere, and so she set about adding the final touches to her little check in.

While it was fun watching Pinkie Pie whipsaw between cock-starved slut and her sugary sweet self, there was a point only a few centimetres above her initial target that was useful for encouraging a more lasting shift in composition.

This time the aura appeared one vertebra higher, accompanied by a result akin to an electric shock. It was only there for a fraction of a second, but that was all it took, from here out Starlight knew she could simply watch and enjoy.

Spike made his way over to Pinkie laying the same tiny fruit tart before her and beginning to paint it with the same rose coloured glaze, only to have his efforts stymied almost immediately by when Pinkie twitched. Well ‘twitched’ was of course the wrong word, the movement could scarcely have looked more blatant, with Pinkie practically shoulder-checking the serving dish from his hands.

Nonetheless, it seemed to have the desired effect, as moments later the diminutive party planner was a sticky, gooey mess, the bright pink liquid dripping down the entire upper half of her body.

“Oh my gosh! Pinkie I’m so sorry!”

Pinkie Pie, now somehow even sweeter, was quick to run a finger along the top of her chest, skimming the thick liquid and taking a long, slow taste.

“Don’t worry about it Spike, that’s why we made extra right?”

The high pitch of perpetual excitement had disappeared almost entirely from her voice, replaced by a low smouldering tone that made her intentions obvious to anyone who could hear.

The thin white t-shirt she wore was rapidly changing colour, turning light pink and becoming translucent, to say nothing of the long gash in its upper section where Pinkie’s enormous tits were painted, bright and shimmering in the morning light.

“I – I’ll go get something to clean this up.”

“Don’t worry about it Spike you’ve already done so much to help out, I can take care of it.”

She stretched as she spoke, arching her back and thrusting her chest outward, as close to Spike’s bright red face as she could manage. The sheer effort with which she seemed to exert herself gave the impression her breasts would pop out of their confinement entirely were it not now glued so tightly onto her skin.

“Besides, I think I need to go get changed…unless you think we can finish everything with me all sweet and sticky like this.”

She transitioned to a new position, arms crossed under her chest, her massively overtaxed bra plainly visible through the now brightly coloured fabric.

“No – no it’s fine, go get changed, I’ll just wait with Star.”

“Okie Dokie!” With that she began to bounce her way to the stairs. “Be right back, don’t have too much fun without me.” She intoned before disappearing up the steps, leaving a visibly flustered Spike alone with Star.

“D’you think Pinkie is acting a bit…Strangely?” He asked when it seemed certain that their third member was fully out of earshot.

“Pinkie Pie? Acting Strangely? Perish the thought.” The words dripped with sarcasm and condescension, savouring these last few moments of doubt before her intentions became completely obvious.

“You know what I mean, she seems a bit… different, right?”

Out of the corner of her eye Star saw Pinkie arrive at the base of the stairs with something in hand, careful not to smile too widely as gestured for Star to keep quiet while slinking her way into the kitchen.

“Oh, you know her, its probably just a prank we’re not getting.”

“She’s being a bit more…affectionate than I’m used to.”

He had no idea.

It was hard not to think back on the joys of testing and fine tuning her triggers, discovering firsthand that it was somehow possible for her to be even less inhibited than she already was. Still, seeing was believing, and before working out all of the kinks it wasn’t uncommon for a girls night out to end with a certain well-endowed party planner having bedded half the population of a distant bar, and more than willing to take on the other half as well.

She really was irresistible, everybody liked her, from the moment she met someone she could draw them into her own little world where fun was all that mattered. All Star had to do was tweak exactly what ‘fun’ was to her, and everybody she met seemed to follow along.

“Maybe she’s just excited.” Star finally offered, stalling for just a little bit longer.

“Maybe…”

“Guess Who!” A pair of over eager hands wrapped themselves over Spike’s eyes, leaving him temporarily blind, but of course, Starlight could see everything.

Pinkie had returned from the kitchen, with her final attempt at allure reflecting the same overwhelming energy she put into all of her activities. The practical flats that had served her well in pacing back and forth across the bakery had been replaced with a pair of sapphire blue spikes that propped her up to just below average height. Those were of course the only things left to which the term ‘wore’ could apply.

The skimpy t-shirt and miniscule shorts had been replaced with nothing but a head of whipped cream, spread lightly along either massive breast, the no doubt frigid topping leaving her perky pink nipples peaking out like the cherries on top. A liberal coating of the same icy-white froth was similarly applied just a bit lower, covering the area just above her immaculately smooth lap.

“I hope you have a sweet tooth.”

Spike turned as soon as he was able, eyes becoming wide as saucers the moment he saw Pinkie in her entirety.

“I – I think I need to -.”

Sensing his last bit of hesitance, Starlight was already beside him, having drawn the sapphire pendant out from her pocket and flasheing it before his eyes, stopping him dead in his tracks. The tiny gem on a string brought with it a whole host of memories, the simple trinket had been where all her plans had begun. It was hard to believe all that she had accomplished with the gentle swinging of the little bauble, how it had accompanied her as she bent and twisted her friends towards her desires.

Spike’s reaction, the grinding halt of the entirety of his being, was one that was hard earned, but every one of her friends had been similarly conditioned. A variety of triggers were in place to gently, and not so gently give them direction, but the crystal was still the key that allowed her to tinker under the hood.

It was only a moment later that Star realised Pinkie had been caught up in her little stopping tactic as well, holding just as stock still and frozen as was the object of her attention.

“You never cease to impress Spike.” She murmured to herself. “I leave you with a bit of freedom for just a little while, and you immediately prove why its so fun to taking it away.”

Walking past Spike, Star moved towards Pinkie, making a big show of leaning inward and pinching her cheeks, knowing full well that her audience was utterly vacant.

“I mean who could resist something so sweet?”

Returning to Spike her hand began to slither downward. “But then you didn’t really resist, did you?” As her fingers began to stroke gingerly between his legs, meeting none of the resistance Pinkie had mere minutes earlier. “You know you can’t hide anything from me, don’t you?”

“I know Miss Star.”

Star had missed hearing that.

“Why don’t you undress for me then Spike?”

“Yes, Miss Star.”

Spike complied with a sort of clockwork efficiency, removing the tiny shorts and the trunks beneath in a singular motion, then wriggling out of the shirt with the same dispassionate focus, leaving Star the chance to admire the work of art that stood directly in front of her.

‘Art’ really was the word, having lived with him in the castle for such a long time she was given every opportunity to sculpt him into to exactly what she wished him to be. There wasn’t a single hair below his eyebrows, his skin unblemished, his physique lean and vaguely muscular, but still delightfully delicate, and his adorable little cock stood at perfect attention, undermining whatever protest he had once offered.

“Its been hard not having you around the castle y’know.” She traced a long line up his body watching with delight as he responded with a tiny shiver, exactly as programmed. “But you have done an exquisite job as Pinkie’s little helper.”

“Thank you, Miss Star.”

Starlight took her leave, but just for a moment, dipping into the kitchen and grabbing the first mechanical timer she laid eyes on, before returning to the room to find the pair exactly as they had been left.

With a twist of her wrist she set the ticker, the dial stopping just a hair over sixty-five minutes.

“Listen very carefully Spike.” Just speaking the phrase caused him to perk up, his slit pupils taking on slightly more clarity, his pointed ears twitching to attention.

“You live to bring pleasure to others, to do as you are told, don’t you?”

“Yes Miss Star.”

That part was true even before she had gotten her hands on him. He had been a perfect submissive if ever there was one, taking to obedience like a duck to water, perpetually eager to please and finding pleasure in the simple act of being used and being useful.

“Listen to the ticking for me.” She said, holding it up to his ear. “With each tick I want you to feel something growing inside of you, something different from who you are.”

Star began to circle around him, allowing the time piece to suspend itself in mid air to join the pendant as she moulded the malleable clay of her subject’s mind into something novel and entertaining.

“With each second that passes I want you to feel more and more like the powerful dragon you are destined to be. You are going to feel strong, you are going to feel aggressive, you are going to feel like you can take anything you want, because you can.”

She left him for just a moment, allowing the new thoughts and impulses to swim in his mind.

“And you Pinkie, you’re going to let him, because all you want, all you ever want, is to be fucked and sucked.”

“Mmmmmm.”

“To be used by anyone, anywhere.”

“Yessssss.”

“Because it feels so good.”

“Yesssssssss.”

“Because its so. Much. Fun.”

Star took a step back to admire her work, practically feeling the heat radiating off of her subjects, the edible arrangement that Pinkie wore having begun to melt and dribble its way down her luscious body.

“Wonderful!” She purred, looking over at the still floating timer. “You’ve both got an hour to work with, and when the timer goes off you’ll stop, clean yourselves up, forget all about you’re little bit of fun, and finish the baking, understood?”

“Yes Miss Star.”

“Mhmmmmm.”

“Perfect!” She clapped. “Then let’s have at it.”

It was a moment before life returned to the pair, before the dimness of their eyes turned to something brighter, but once it did, the show began

The pair practically threw themselves at one another, beginning with an aggressively passionate kiss, their bodies bound together in one long embrace, with Spike suddenly wearing almost as much sugar as Pinkie.

Soon, however, the real fun began, as the pair melted to the floor, Pinkie lying on her back, legs spread wide, while Spike’s face buried itself between them with no shortage of enthusiasm.

“How is he Pinkie?”

“Mmmmhe’sSPEC-TACULAR!”

Star knew firsthand that was true, this was as close to his natural habitat as he could come. She knew exactly what that little forked tongue of his was up to, could almost feel his lips upon her as he kissed his way up and down her thighs, leaving pock marks where sweet cream had been.

He worked his way up to her chest and began to suck, one hand pawing and massaging an enormous mound while the other drifted between her legs and explored the dampness that his mouth had left, guided by what Star had come to believe was a preternatural talent for service and pleasure. Pinkie writhed and gasped on the floor, clearly content to let her companion do as he wished, and enjoying every second of it, yet, as the tick-tick-tick of the timer wore on, something began to change.

His movements became less subtle, his touch a little less gentle, each passing second brining yet more evidence of Star’s tampering, until, all at once, it became undeniable.

He propped himself up on his knees, separating himself from his lover, but only briefly. Star watching as his tongue flicked over his lips, savouring the sweet taste of his soon to be conquest and the sweets that had come from her. His fingers dug their way into her soft, supply thighs, and with a single savage moriton, the harmless looking boy flipped the short-stack onto her front.

It was a forcefulness she had never seen in him before, and Pinkie seemed to thrill to the ‘new’ Spike taking charge. His arm reached out from over her back and forced her face to the floor, and as Star moved to the front, setting herself down on her haunches she saw a look of utter rapture, a wide, contorted smile on her lips as her cheek was pressed into the ground, her eyes beaming with animal lust.

“Does it feel good? Being used like this?”

“It – It always feels good Star!”

The ticking continued, the same steady rhythm, barely audible to Star as Spike laid a single powerful slap on Pinkie’s now upturned rear, but she knew that for Spike, it may as well have been the only sound in the world.

“Higher.” He growled, and without a moments hesitation, the candy coated slut complied, her perfect, round tits now mashed against the cold tile of the floor, a low sort of jabbering moan her only sign of ascent.

“You love this Pinkie.” Star purred as Spike made one powerful thrust into his more than receptive host, a light ripple passing through her body as a pair of hands clawed their way into her inviting hips.

“I love this.”

One hand freed itself from the soft meat of her thighs, grabbing onto a tangle of messy, pink hair, and yanking backward, bringing the woman partially upright with a jagged, jerky motion, breasts now hanging beneath her, smeared with what was left of her makeshift lingerie.

“This is the most fun you can possibly have.”

“YES!”

On a whim Star reached out, cupping Pinkie’s face within her hands as long slow thrusts from behind began to rock her forward. Her thumbs wormed their way in between her captive’s lips, stretching them outward into the widest, most mocking smile they could manage.

“I missed seeing you smile like this.”

“Gigigigi.” She gurgled in response, the unintelligible babbling becoming proof positive that pleasure was now all that remained on her mind. The part of her that had been buried as she worked, the part Star had laid within her had no doubt been starved for this sort of attention. Luckily, in only a couple days she would never want for it again.

Star released her grip as the rocking accelerated, the pace becoming more and more feral. The arc of Pinkie’s back looked dreadfully uncomfortable as Spike’s grip on her new ‘leash’ began to tighten, but her face made it clear she didn’t mind. The sound of his continued indulgence in his perfectly pliant toy filled the room as Star rose to full height, running a hand through an enraptured Spike’s hair as she moved to the door.

Her hand met the metal of the doorknob, and she took one last look at the work being done.

“Have fun you two.” She called to the unhearing pair.

The door shut, the lock clicked shut and she was off to see her next little helper

Author's Note

Obedience is Magic?! Never heard of it! (sweats nervously)

This was done as a request for the lovely Superfun which quickly spiraled out of control, so I'm thankful for the patience that went with the obscenely long writing time.

My goal is to put out one a week since they're all mostly written, so (hopefully) see you again next Saturday

And yes, obviously I'm ~~stealing~~ drawing quite a bit of inspiration from the really quite excellent (and tragically unfinished) Obedience is Magic by WindySpirals. The goal was just to put something together with the same basic spirit, but minus all the depth and character that made it so wonderful, hopefully I don't offend anyone with my bargain bin version of a hypno-classic.

Outfits ✓

Starlight next found herself on the doorstep of the boutique, knocking gently on the immaculately polished stained glass. It was only a few moments before Rarity’s distorted silhouette presented itself through the prismatic surface, her impossibly light footsteps, even in heels, allowing her to appear seemingly out of thin air.

“Why Starlight, what a surprise, to what do I owe the pleasure?” There was a knowing lilt to her voice, as well as a hint of sarcasm. The last few weeks of preparation had continuously pitted Rarity’s fondness for Starlight with her desire to be allowed to work alone in peace. With so much to do Star had mostly indulged the fashion queen, leaving her to her own devices while Star coordinated the innumerable other issues that demanded her attention. Now, however, almost everything was in place, and Rarity’s vacation from scrutiny would have to come to an end.

“Y'know, I was just in the neighbourhood and thought I might drop by for a visit.”

“I’m so glad to hear that Darling, because for a second there I thought you might be coming by to check in on me.”

Rarity turned and welcomed Starlight into her workshop, adding an extra little wiggle to her stride as she moved aside but barely sparing the sudden flourish a thought.

“Of course not Rare, I know that Equestria’s foremost fashion designer is far too skilled to need someone looking over her shoulder.”

A satisfied smirk crested across Rarity’s ruby red lips, a twinkle in her eye at the knowledge that perhaps she had finally gotten through to her, achieved some semblance of recognition for her talents.

“But since you brought it up…”

Or perhaps not.

“I’m just here to make sure everything’s going alright, after all, there’s only two days left.”

“Honestly Darling, you’re almost as bad as Twilight! All this worry can wreak havoc on your complexion you know.”

Starlight strode further into the studio, a somewhat unfamiliar surrounding in recent weeks. She had been inside for her own fitting, as had the others, but beyond that the fashionista had put the whole workshop on lockdown. Star approached the table nearest to the foyer while Rarity trailed closely behind, the imperceptible click of her heels carrying her forward with the poise befitting the fashion model she so closely resembled.

“I just want to make sure everything is absolutely perfect.” She was barely stood by the table a moment before Rarity had sidled up beside her, pulling out a chair for her friend to rest upon. The move registered as strange, but just for a moment, before remembering the importance of playing the perfect hostess, even as they sparred.

Starlight reached a hand upward from her seat, a brief, gentle brush of it across Rarity’s cheek. “Thank you Darling.” She purred. The touch lasted only an instant, but in that moment Rarity felt her legs turn to jelly and her train of thought disappear into the distance. It was only a few seconds later, that she realised her interlocutor was looking up at her expectantly, and that she was supposed to be indignant.

“A - As if I would ever produce anything even slightly less than perfect?” She responded, hoping against hope that the long awkward pause had existed only in her head. “The way you micromanage you’d almost think it was your coronation you were planning.”

“Then you won’t mind if I go up stairs and have a look at all your hard work?”

Starlight hadn’t budged a centimetre, Rarity knew they were just playing roles at this point, that Starlight was more goading than asking. Their conflict was so familiar it may as well have been scripted, and both women knew well what the next line would be.

“You will do no such thing! If you think there’s even a chance that you’ll get to see my masterworks before their debut you’re out of your mind.”

Starlight’s being oddly…affectionate, and her own strange reaction aside, she would not allow anyone to ruin the grand reveal, not even the woman tasked with organising the entire affair.

“I understand completely.” Starlight lied.

The definitive tone to Rarity’s voice was nothing short of adorable, she had missed moments like this more than anything. Her friend being so stalwart, so completely unaware, so convinced of the fact that her will was anything other than a thin façade, erected solely for the amusement it brought her to tear it down.

“It sounds like you have everything under control, and I assume it’ll be ready a day early like we planned?”

“Naturally Darling, I am a professional after all, I had everything taken care of ages ago.”

“Well then, I have a few free minutes, so why don’t we just talk instead?”

Rarity’s eyes darted toward the stairs, a tic which Star picked up on as soon as it occurred.

“Unless you’re busy with something?”

Rarity looked to Starlight, doing her best to suppress a pensiveness within her, keenly aware of the mage's endless tenacity. Still, a break would do her some good, and it had been quite a while since they had the chance to catch up. Besides, she knew Starlight wasn’t getting past her.

“I suppose I could take a few minutes to relax…” She turned to the kitchen and with a flicker of pale blue aura ignited the tea kettle to her side. “I’ll be back in just a moment.”

Rarity gave her one last look before ascending the stairs, returning moments later and taking a seat at the table opposite Starlight, the kettle following suite accompanied by a pair of porcelain cups.

“So how have you been keeping? Considering all the extra work you’ve had.”

“I’d hardly call it work, I cleared my schedule to make sure I had all the time in the world to prepare everything.” She said, taking a sip from her cup. “Its almost been like a vacation for me.”

“Really? So what have you been doing today? Besides work I mean.”

“Oh, the usual, I took Sweetie Belle to school, did some shopping, some cooking.”

Starlight gave her a look that threw Rarity slightly off balance. A quirk of her eyebrow, a smirk on her lips, she looked as if she was waiting for more, as if she knew something… but that was impossible, there was no way that she -.

Suddenly Rarity felt Starlight’s hands on hers, the smirk having graduated into a coy grin, her eyes still staring into Rarity’s own as if she could see into her soul.

“I want you to be crystal clear with me Rarity.”

Rarity felt Starlight’s thumbs run tenderly along each finger on her free hand, but she continued to stare into Starlight’s eyes unable to break away for even a moment. There was a tingle traveling up her arms with each touch to her digits, like the strings of a piano, a slight vibration moving up through her arm and into the deepest parts of herself, sending a gentle numbness along her nerves, until her whole body was silent, and all she could see were those deep, purple eyes.

“Can you do that for me Rarity? Can you be crystal clear?”

“I will always be crystal clear with you Starlight.” She murmured, barely aware of what she was saying.

Starlight clapped her hands together rousing Rarity back to awareness. “Excellent! I’m glad to hear it!”

Rarity blinked several times, feeling for all the world like she had lost the plot. “I… I’m sorry Darling I think I may have lost my train of thought for a moment, what were you saying?”

“I was asking what it was you were keeping secret from me up stairs.”

“Right, of course, Twilight is up in my room, I’ve been making some last-minute alterations to her dress.”

A tremor of excitement ran its way through Starlight, she had no idea Twilight was nearby, the thought that she might return a day early hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“Why didn’t she tell anyone?”

“She still has some things that need to be taken care of, if everyone knew she was here she would be delayed getting back.”

There the briefest moment of consideration paid to walking away then and there. To toy with Rarity, to holdup Twilight, both would be rather selfish of her… but that moment faded quickly. She would be quick…ish, a bit of fun, and a chance to see Twilight a a day early, one more petty indulgence she had more than earned.

“Tell me more about how you spent your morning today.” She pressed, having given up on self control. A few minutes spent on idle fun could hardly cause harm.

“Well first I took Sweetie Belle to school.” Rarity looked across the table at Starlight’s smiling face, seeing genuine interest shimmer in her eyes, it was sometimes easy to forget that for all their differences she was still a truly caring person. “And of course, when I got there, I made sure that a few of her friends could see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.”

Starlight let the statement hang in the air for a moment, savouring Rarity’s earnestness while trying her best not to laugh or smile too widely, taking a long sip from her own cup to extend the pause.

“I see, tell me more.”

“Button Mash dropped his lunch box on his way inside and I stopped to help him pick up his things.”

“My, how nice of you.”

“He could see right down my shirt the entire time.” A tingle ran up her spine as she said it, the memory all the more pleasurable for its recency. “I caught him peeking, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me”

There were easier ways to get the information from Rarity. Star had experimented with having her simply drone on mindlessly, or prying them from her, fully aware and painfully embarrassed, but suggestions like this were always more fun. As far as she was concerned it was just a little extra spice, a simple way to enjoy each others company to the fullest, they were still friends, just better ones that one of them realised.

“By the time I was done he couldn’t even look me in the eye, he did his best to hide it, but I could tell how excited he was.”

“I bet he told all his friends about it the moment he got to school.” Rarity practically choked on the mouthful of tea, her hand reaching directly for the nearest napkin while her face went from pale white to salmon pink. “Excuse me. I – I hadn’t thought of that.”

Starlight often wondered what it was like in Rarity’s head when they spoke like this. She had told her she would discuss anything and everything as casually as she would the weather, no matter how private or embarrassing. It had been a wonderful way to bond, every little secret she had, from which of the groups brothers she most fancied, to the origin of that accent of hers, all she needed to do was ask.

Still, her favourite part would always be listening to the prim, proper, and ever so refined Rarity discuss the days debauchery in that oh so polished way of hers, ‘The temperature was a balmy 15 degrees, the sky was the most delightful shade of pastel blue and I watched Mr. Cake nearly walk himself into a fountain as I spread my legs for him on a park bench.’

Still, Star was itching to make better use of their brief time together, and to take a trip up those stairs, and so she moved on to the next step.

Starlight held up a single finger between them and watched Rarity’s eyes take hold of it. Their focus was anchored to instantly, a response seared into her at a level so deep it was practically instinctual. That much was obvious as she moved it back and forth, the ocean blue orbs opposite her following perfectly, making clear that she had taken the bait.

Rarity for her part had fallen silent, the rest of her story was queued in her mind, but all of the sudden it, and everything else had stopped. Like a sudden traffic jam every thought in her head was stalled in limbo, her vision fixated upon the tip of Star’s finger while the rest of the world faded away.

“Starlight Glimmer is sitting right in front of you, don’t think about it.”

The words never really reached the listener, still captivated by the presence of her opposite’s fingertip, they went right past her, into the deepest reaches of her mind. Once planted they set to work, informing every thought that waited fixed and frozen for their signal to begin again.

Starlight rose to her feet, making her way around the table, her friend still starring straight ahead, beyond the empty chair, as if seeing through the very walls that surrounded them and into the street outside.

“What happened after that?”

Rarity felt a hand brush aside her long ringlets of purple hair, followed by a pair of lips intermittently kissing and sucking their way down her neck, faint traces of lipstick marking their way down her lily-white skin. ‘Don’t think about it.’

“I walked Sweetie Belle to class, she says she’s too old for it…”

“But you didn’t do it for her did you?” Starlight had begun pulling Rarity’s top down over her shoulders, the straps confining her arms, pressing her round perky breasts together, her hand adopting a new, awkward posture to raise her teacup to her lips. ‘Don’t think about it.’

“No” she sighed, now feeling a pair of hands groping at her chest, a heady tingle spreading out across her body. “When I bent over to hug her goodbye, I heard some of the boys whispering.”

“You wore that micro skirt I picked out for you, didn’t you?”

“Yessssss.”

“What do you think they saw?”

“Everythinggggg.”

“It felt good didn’t it? To have their eyes on you?” There was a hand between her legs now, just brushing up against her was enough to leave her panties drenched, she had already needed to change her skirt once today, at this rate she would need to do the laundry a day early.

“It’s a lot easier than fashion isn’t it? When you want attention all you need to do is show off that sweet little body of yours.”

Starlight knew that if she had been allowed to, Rarity would have already cum by now, but there were very strict conditions set within that pretty little head of hers, she could only climax when she had permission, or…

“What happened next?”

“I excused myself to the washroom to-.”

“To rub yourself raw?” Fingers plunged into her, a shock of pleasure rode all throughout Rarity’s body, a wave trying desperately to crest but always stopping just short. The teacup finally fell from her hands, she felt the warm liquid spill across her chest, running down along her body, the faint sound of a magic aura offering relief rather than the sound of shattering china.

There was a time when a mistake like this would be cause for worry, when the pliant state of her subjects mind was fragile, and the stakes far higher. Now, however, her control was near absolute, nothing would distract her unless she allowed it.

“Aren’t you naughty, masturbating in a school bathroom like a horny teenager, and to the thought of your sister’s friends no less.”

“I – I can’t help it.”

“Do you feel guilty humiliating your sister like that?”

“Yesssss… but it just – it just feels so good! And knowing that when they talk to her, they’re thinking of me…”

“So, after you edged in the washroom and then-.”

“I did more than edge.”

For the first time since they began, Starlight’s fingers ceased their exploration.

“You know you can only cum when-.”

“When someone else is in the room to watch or to listen.” Rarity quickly finished, the thought, having become more than familiar with the peculiarity that so often prevented her from finding release.

Starlight fingers resumed their ministrations, once again building towards a healthy momentum.

“Really? Someone was very naughty, who was in the washroom with you?”

“Ah – Ap – Applebloom.”

Star paused once more, this time more out of surprise than displeasure, but Rarity was keen to keep the feeling going, her hips rolling as best they could, grinding against the fingers and the chair like a dog in heat, even as the rest of her retained some semblance of normalcy.

“Sounds like someone had quite the busy morning.”

Rarity felt the faint tingle of magic between her legs, beginning small but slowly expanding within her, replacing the fingers that had abandoned her just moments earlier, but this was better. She hadn’t felt this in longer than she cared to admit, this wasn’t edging, this wasn’t fingering, she was finally, finally, being fucked.

There was a long guttural groan from her as the ephemeral construct worked its way as deeply as it could, even as her mind pushed aside any notion of what was happening, her body was far more honest. Like a string wound far too tightly, the slightest provocation sent violent vibrations thrumming all throughout her.

Her skin was slick with sweat, her fingers were now digging into the table like the claws of a wild animal, and her whole body convulsed with every magical thrust, each one leaving her lungs breathless and her stomach tight.

“I – I sat in the stall, and – and – and I masturbated until I came, and then I did it again, a – and again, I di – I didn’t stop until after the bell rang, ah – an – and when I left the stall she was – she was there!”

“Do you think she knows?”

“Ahhh I know she does!” Rarity was speaking into the table now, her face buried into the flat surface as her hips rolled forward and back in time with their invisible companion, Starlight’s hands still toying with her rigid pink nipples from behind. “She’s bEEN THere every - eVERy time I’ve gone, FUH - for the last - last ThREE WEEks, I think she might even hAVe a bit of a crush.”

“Do you think her sister knows?”

“OhHhH that would be EVEn hotter! AppLEJAck can barely even STUH-string a sentence together when sEX is involved.”

Starlight snickered to herself, Applejack wasn’t nearly as repressed as Rarity thought, but she would learn that herself soon enough.

“Every time she l-looked at me, she’d KNOW I was some kind of PervERt, that I was turning her sister into one TOO!”

“After… After that I cUH - came straight home, but the walk here is alWAYS the best p-part, all those eyes on me, staring at me, imagining all the th-things I’ve done, OHHH, it’s just too much.”

Starlight couldn’t help but imagine it, the image of Rarity making her way home, thighs slick with arousal, hair disheveled, and skin covered in sweat from her time spent in the stall. Stopping to discuss the matters of the day with the locals in the neighbourhood while reeking of sex arousal and selflove, she would need to accompany her one day, just to see for herself how much of a depraved little deviant she had managed to make.

“Well haven’t you been a busy girl while I’ve been away, I bet you want to cum just thinking about it, would you like me to make that happen?”

“Duh - Don’t BE silly Darling hOW could you make me cum?”

Starlight had almost forgotten that despite all her theatrics, to Rarity they were still having a pleasant conversation about the days events. At last Starlight released her grip on Rarity, the magic phallus that had spent the past few minutes similarly disappearing followed swiftly by an unconscious but pathetic whimper on the part of its recipient.

“Right, how foolish of me.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate the offer of course.” She said in between slow ragged breaths. “I’ve found myself having rather torrid dreams involving you almost every night, and whenever I masturbate you seem to pop into my mind unprovoked.”

“What an odd state of affairs…” She smirked to herself, returning to the place where the illusory double with which Rarity was engaged in conversation sat.

Rarity opposite her, now a sweaty, horny mess, a sight that Starlight had dearly missed in their time apart. She looked for all the world as if she would explode at the slightest touch.

Rarity deserved a reward, without Starlight’s intervention Rarity had taken every suggestion to heart, she was genuinely impressed at how far she’d taken things, and so, out came the pendant.

Despite the fact that to her waking mind, Starlight was totally invisible her eyes lurched immediately away from the empty space and towards the shiny blue rock on the end of Starlight’s string.

“Rarity?”

“Yes Starlight?”

“Stand.”

Rarity shot out of her chair at the word, a noticeable jiggle to her unbound chest as she took position, hands at her side and back rigid.

“I’m going to give you some new instructions, you will follow them without thinking and to the best of your ability, do you understand?”

“I understand, Starlight.”

“Excellent, you’re horny aren’t you Rarity?”

“Very…”

“Then here’s what you’re going to do: When the pendant goes away, you’re going to realise that you desperately need…” Starlight looked over the table for a moment, searching for anything of use. “A new pen!” She said, picking one up and tossing it across the room.

“It will be the most important thing in the world for you to go to the stationary store and buy a brand-new pen. Right. This. Second.”

“I need a new pen…” The banality of the statement was in stark contrast to the breathy, desperate tone of voice in which it was spoken.

“And the moment you lay hands on that pen you’re going to realise that you have a desperate, irresistible urge to fuck yourself with it.”

Rarity’s tongue wound its way along her lips, an aching hunger taking root deep in the recesses of her mind.

“Fuck myself…”

“So you’ll find a quiet corner where no one can see you and you’ll do it, you’ll try to keep yourself under control, to keep your voice down, but you’ll fail, and as soon as your ready, you have my permission to cum as hard and as often as you can.”

Rarity’s thighs clamped together, a shiver of anticipation winding its way through her entire body, even as her eyes remained immovably fixed on the deep, mesmerising blue of Starlight’s makeshift pendulum.

Starlight suspended the gem in mid air with a simple application of her aura. It would be easier to redress Rarity with magic but she always preferred to do so by hand. A simple dishrag floated over and into her hand, which she used to dutifully wipe the tea from her chest.

Pulling her top back in place afforded ample time to tease and stroke the perfectly maintained skin it was meant to cover; the whole affair made all the hotter by the doll-like lack of resistance offered. Dressing her at all almost felt like a waste, perhaps the day would come when she could proudly parade her conquests through the streets like this, but that would need to wait.

“And when you’ve finally cum your little empty brain out…” she purred gently returning the straps of her top to their original position, taking ample time to lay hands on her prize’s perfectly sculpted breasts. “You’re going lick it clean, and then you’ll walk up to the counter with it and buy it, do you understand?”

“I understand Starlight.”

A few final touches were all it took, mussing about with her hair just enough to make it look presentable, adjusting her skirt so that it was just a little less scandalous.

“And naturally, you won’t remember anything of our little talk.” She said with a peck on her cheek.

“No Starlight.” Came the final absent-minded reply as the pendant disappeared back into Starlight’s pocket.

It took Rarity just a second to come back to reality, the spark of life slowly returning to life within her eyes.

“I’m so sorry you have to go Rarity .” She said with feigned remorse, leading the still groggy fashion designer towards the conclusion she knew she would reach.

“I.. Yes, I simply must get a new pen, I’m so sorry to leave suddenly like this.”

“I understand Rare, believe me, I understand.”

Rarity had collected her things with hardly a moments notice, purse in hand and a few quick strides taking her to the door.

“You’ll lock up when you finish your tea wont you?”

“Of course.”

“And you promise you won’t go to see Twilight?”

“I promise.”

She eyed her suspiciously, but only for a moment, before long she was out the door and Starlight was already making her way towards the stairs.

There was a mild thud as Starlight found herself colliding with the hard wood of Rarity’s bedroom door, followed by muted cursing under her breath as a flicker of magic undid the lock from the outside.

“I can’t believe she even locked the door, I mean where’s the trus-.”

Twilight turned from her perch at the windowsill, a book the size of her head levitating itself down to the floor as Star stood frozen midway through the entrance.

“Star?!”

Starlight watched Twilight rise to her feet, bathed in the light of the midday sun, lending her lightly tanned skin an angelic glow.

“You’re not supposed to-.”

“You look beautiful…” Starlight blurted out without really thinking. “I – I mean you look more – you always look – just -.”

Twilight smiled awkwardly, crossing the distance between them and embracing her dear friend. “I know what you mean Star, Rarity never ceases to amaze me.” She separated, doing a little spin in place, the long white gown trimmed in gold flowing after her, the purples and pinks that matched her mark mixing and mingling in waves up and down the ensemble.

"I hope everyone else reacts the same way you did." It couldn't possibly have looked more perfect. Particular preferences for how it should look may have somehow found their way into Rarity's subconscious, but seeing how she had run with them was truly breathtaking.

“How’d you know I was up here?” The question suddenly shaking Star from her moment of spellbound adoration.

“I – I just came to check on the outfits, I didn’t even know you were up here.” It was the best lie she could manage. Even with advance knowledge she was unprepared, a flurry of emotions shorting out her usual knack for duplicity.

“I’m surprised you managed to get past her at all, she wrestled Dash to the ground the last time she tried to see any of her work early…Where is Rarity anyway?”

“Oh she’s – she’s off getting some last-minute supplies” Star stammered, still keenly studying every last detail of the otherworldly beauty that stood mere metres away.

“Again?” A faint sigh escaped Twilight’s lips a dejected timbre to her voice. “She’s been so patient these last weeks, cancelling commissions and working right up until the last minute just for me…”

For the first time since laying eyes on her, Star managed to pry her vision from Twilight, looking around the room and seeing an outfit meant for every one of their friends, each upon a mannequin matching their proportions save for three to one side, far larger than the others and left bare.

It’s true that leaving something so important to the last minute wasn’t like Rarity, but Star hadn’t really given it much thought.

“This is the third time she’s needed to remake this dress y'know? She had it done weeks ago, but -.”

“You’ve been growing?” Once again Star found herself without a filter, the layers upon layers and preparation and misdirection vanishing in the princesses’ presence.

Twilight felt a knot tie in her stomach, equal parts embarrassment, and shame. “Is it that obvious?”

It was.

When they had met Star and Twilight were just about equal in height, almost identical in figure and proportion, but in the time since the differences had grown more pronounced. The soon to be ruler of Equestria was head and shoulders above her now, her curves and proportions befitting those of the goddess she was becoming, she often looked like an entirely different person, but times like these reminded Star that she was still the same person inside.

“Its not that obvious.” She forced out after brief hesitation.

Twilight gave an anemic chuckle. “You’re such a bad liar, I bet you’re just as burnt out as she is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Star, I left you all alone! To plan everything! All so I could wander off on my own.” There was genuine sadness in her voice, regret that stabbed at Starlight’s heart like a knife.

“What’s the GDP of Manehatten?”

“One and a half trillion bits.” She responded without thinking.

“And if I were to ask what our number one import from Saddle Arabia was, you’d say…”

“That they export two-point-four million reams of fine silk to Equestria every year.”

The enormous tome that sat on the floor once again came to life, launched into Starlight’s hands before being passed back to its owner.

“How many of these things have you read and memorised in the time since you’ve been gone?”

A familiar, sheepish look crept along Twilight’s face, a familiar expression that even her enhanced stature and status couldn’t hide.

“We’ve been working hard, but so have you, learning every last detail it takes to run a kingdom.”

"I just don't want to let anyone down."

"You won't Twilight, you could never let m- your friends down, we all know you'll be the best ruler Equestria's ever had."

A thin smile grew along her face, a small one, but still more than enough bring butterflies to her stomach.

"I should get going before Rarity comes back."

"That's probably best, I'll make sure to keep your little visit a secret."

Star was at the door, hand to the knob, heart aflutter.

"I'm lucky to have a friend like you Star."

She opened the door, and began to slide her way back into the hall. "I feel the same way Twilight."

'friend'

There were so many things she wanted to do, to say. The door was right there, nothing would could stop her if she just gave in to temptation. But she had waited this long, one more day wouldn’t hurt. She focused her energy upon herself, the butterflies in her stomach replaced by the tingling that accompanied teleportation.

She shut her eyes as energy flowed through her, and in a blinding flash of light, vanished from the spot.

Author's Note

Ok, technically I'm a little late posting this but in my defense...Hollow Knight is a really good game.

We're at the halfway point in this short little thing I'm making, hopefully I haven't lost too many people along the way, see you next week (fingers crossed).

Decorations ✓ (Part 1)

Starlight’s final stop for the day was the royal palace in Canterlot, her arrival preceded by a blinding flash of blue light as she materialized from thin air into the throne room. When last she had been by the entire space had been cleared of anything not bolted to the floor. The sole occupants had been the twin seats of power at the enormous room’s rear, reserved for the highest authorities in all the land since time immemorial, looming over the open court.

As her eyes readjusted to the sudden change in surroundings, she was glad to find the room was no longer the barren waste that she had left. It wasn’t quite as festive as she had hoped, in fact the job looked to be only half done, but the colourful streamers, the growing presence of balloons, it was all a marked improvement, and she knew whom she had to thank.

Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy were suspended in mid air, the former bored out of her mind, and struggling to put in even the barest effort, while the latter agonised over the placement of every scrap of confetti lest she make a mistake. Meanwhile, an earthbound Applejack, stood towards a colossal stained-glass window, inflating balloons with an understandable lack of enthusiasm.

There was good reason for the dearth of interest among the trio. Each had already done their fair share of the preparations, whether it was ensuring perfect weather for the big day, sourcing the raw materials for the food from various farms, or convincing animals to provide entertainment.

Decorating was, by comparison, something to which none of them were especially well suited.

It was the kind of thing the palace staff could have handled, had Star not assigned them elsewhere. Still, from the moment she had laid eyes upon the half-finished work, gears had already begun to turn in her head. Seeing Twilight had caught her off guard, but served only to redouble her resolve. Everything would be ready, everything would be perfect, all that was needed was a bit of motivation.

Star’s first priority was privacy, or at least the illusion of it. Creeping her way over to Applejack’s end of the room, she aimed to take advantage of the collective ignorance of her sudden arrival in the cavernous expanse.

As she approached, the monolith of a woman seemed to only grow in stature. Tall, tan, and beyond well built, she could be quite the imposing figure, but Star felt little in the way of fear or apprehension, only anticipation.

The surreptitious mage took one brief second to admire the sculpted form, packed neatly into an unassuming pair of jeans and tank top before perching herself upon her toes. A brief tap on the shoulder saw the woman’s head swing to the right, a cascade of golden-blonde hair whipping in the opposite direction, as she looked briefly for someone who wasn’t there. When her attention shifted in the opposite direction she found Star waiting for her, index finger already outstretched.

“Star what’re y-.”

“Stop!” the phrase was accompanied by the briefest tap on at her forehead’s centre, a minuscule gesture, but one that sent reverberations all throughout its recipient.

At once, the question at the fore of her mind ceased, half finished and idle as she took heed of Star’s instruction. The entire world around her followed suit, coming to a sudden halt, and with it, her own body as well, every powerful muscle tensing to hold a position that was utterly unnatural and unexpected, until the sole remaining sign of life was the slow placid sound of her breathing.

Star looked up at her handiwork, hand passing back in forth in front of rigid green portals, once filled with light but now entirely dim and unmoving. It wasn’t the most inconspicuous way to leave her, staring off into space and rooted to the ground. Still, the only people who could notice would soon be too busy to care, and Star already felt herself growing bolder as she was reminded of the unqualified power she had over her friends.

A ginger hand laid itself upon her statue’s cheek, gently shifting its face from side to side. “Don’t go anywhere.” She quipped, becoming immediately glad that no one was around to hear it. “I’ll be back for you shortly.”

A bit of additional confidence now in her strut, Star returned to the room’s centre, looking up at the listless pair. Her tongue ran a brief circuit over her lips, taking one last moment to enjoy the view from her convenient vantage point.

The sight of Flutterhy’s wide hips and Dash’s tight little body, both inviting even when glimpsed from a distance, left her with little choice but to make her presence known.

“Shy! Dash! How’s it going up there?”

The former practically leapt out of her skin at the sudden inquiry, taking a moment to catch her breath, but the latter was quick to make her feelings clear, evincing not even a moment's surprise. “It SUCKSSSSSSSSS, could you have possibly picked a more borrrrrrrring job for us?”

The duo soon joined her at ground level, one falling from great height and stopping millimetres from the earth in an exaggerated display of aerial expertise. “I didn’t think it was going that badly…” Fluttershy offered, floating downward in a far more measured descent.

Now on even footing, Star had an even better chance to appreciate the fine details of the profoundly opposite pair. On one end of the spectrum was Dash, her wiry, athletic physique trying and failing to fill a tracksuit sized for a teenager. At the other end was Fluttershy, who despite her best efforts seemed to loom over both of them. More than a bit on the chubby side, what was no doubt supposed to be a loose-fitting hoodie did little to hide the well-rounded curve of her tummy, exceeded only by those of her even more voluminous chest.

“Are you serious?! Its torture up there!” Dash moaned, turning to Star. “That’s why you’re here right? To give us a hand?”

“I-is that why you came by? Are we not doing a good enough job?”

“Relax! Both of you! everything is fine.”

Dash looked her up and down, unconvinced by her nonchalance.

“Y’know at this rate we probably won’t be ready early like you asked.”

Star hardly gave a thought to the comment, having already begun to devise a solution to the problem even as it was presented to her.

“Unless of course someone has finally decided to just magic this whole thing done.”

“I told you it doesn’t work like that, even with magic I’d still need to figure out where to put everything, and – and – aw screw it!”

Star turned to Fluttershy, and in a near perfect recreation of her encounter with Applejack mere moments earlier, pressed a finger to the tip of her button nose.

“Bunny boop!”

Fluttershy staggered slightly, taken off guard and off balance by the sudden intrusion into her personal space. She was, however, not the only one affected, as Dash too began to feel the effects of Star’s sudden bout of alliteration. The feeling was hazy at first, but soon the opposite, as if seeing clearly after an extended bout in a fog as fragments of memories and dormant impulses began to come to the fore.

“Tell me Dash, what do you think of the way Fluttershy hangs streamers?”

The question, innocuous, if a little weird, left something to stir within Rainbow Dash. In the blink of an eye the woman stood before her had changed, not visibly, but she could feel that something was different. For all their lives Dash had seen Fluttershy as something fragile, something to be protected, but now…

“I think if this fat-titted cow worked faster we’d have been done ages ago.”

The venomous response was spoken with a smile, her tone more taunting than aggrieved. The sight of Fluttershy’s cheeks changing from light tan to pink only fed a stirring instinct within the athlete. A weight seemed to be falling off of her, inhibition and restraint melting away as desires long tamped down upon took centre stage.

“Dash!” Star interjected, her tone dripping with disingenuousness. “That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“But its true isn’t it?” It felt so easy to just go with it, to not spare a thought for what she was saying as toxin filled her every word. Things she would never have allowed herself to say before now seemed beyond natural, feeling almost akin to a compulsion. “Tell her Shy.” She insisted.

“I – I’m the reason we’re not done yet…” Butterflies took flight in her stomach at the admission, even as she stared at the ground, she could feel disapproving eyes upon her, and with them, a strange sense of warmth rapidly beginning to spread.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“A- And I’m a fat titted cow.” She finished, the gentle heat now an inferno.

Both Dash and Star drew closer to her, while Fluttershy herself remained rooted to the spot. “Oh really?” Star asked, neck craned upward to get a proper look at the woman’s avoidant expression. “What other secrets do you think she’s hiding Dash?”

“Well I wouldn’t exactly call it a secret…” Dash mused, taking a strand of long pink hair and running it between her fingers. “But it turns out that one of our friends is quite the little masochist.”

“You don’t say?”

Dash took flight, matching her height to that of their conversation’s topic. “Apparently she actually likes being told that she’s useless.” The animal keeper trembled as Dash hissed into her ear, eyes still fixed low, unwilling to meet her oldest friends predatory gaze. “She likes to play all innocent, but deep down all she ever thinks about is having her slutty body abused.”

“Goodness! Whatever would we with such a person?”

“I don’t know Star, tell us Fluttershy, what do you think good friends should do when they learn that they’re in the company of a filthy, masochistic little pervert?”

“They…” Before she could answer Dash took hold of her face, fingers pressing inward on her cheeks and forcing her to meet the eyes of those she was addressing.

“Try that again.”

“They should punish her.” She whispered, a humiliating little tingle sparking to life between her legs. Beyond that simple sensation though, there was another, one gripping her heart even as it pounded in her chest with anticipation.

“Are you sure Shy? You trust us to punish you the way you deserve?”

Trust.

That was what Fluttershy felt more than anything. Trust that behind every venomous word there was affection, that when all was said and done they cared, that with what was to come they knew exactly what she could take and what she couldn’t.

“I trust you.”

“You trust us to what?” Star inquired, drawing closer with a hand already within her pocket.

“I trust you to punish this worthless slut like she deserves.”

A smile broke across Dash’s face, one almost too wide for her to manage, but just as quickly as it formed, it vanished as Star, for the third time that day made use of her tiny blue crystal, placing it between the pair in a motion that was, after such a prolonged absence, once again feeling routine.

“One quick thing to take care of.” She whispered, anxious to get things rolling. “For the time being, I want both of you to put Applejack out of your minds completely.”

There was a murmur of ascent between them. "As far as either of you are concerned we have absolute privacy here, and freedom to do whatever comes naturally to you."

"And of course..." She began, technically still addressing the pair, but her attention now firmly upon Fluttershy. "When asked a direct question, you will speak only the truth to me."

The laying of precaution on top of precaution was a maddening process, particularly as every fibre of her being screamed for her to simply go wild, but it was all necessary.

Fluttershy’s particular preferences made it so.

Still, she seemed plenty warmed up now, and even dazed as she was Dash was clearly almost as eager as Star to escalate. The pendant disappeared from between them, and in the spare moment Star once again put her finger to Fluttershy’s nose.

“Tiger Tap!” She purred, leaving a moment for the pair to recalibrate.

Once again, a great weight fell from them, like heavy chains clattering to the floor as long suppressed desires bubbled to the surface anew.

Dash took the lead, as was her nature. A raptorial gleam in her eye and a ravenous grin on her lips.

“Strip Slut.” She commanded, the order finding no resistance from its recipient as delicate hands trembling in anticipation gripped the hoodie’s zipper.

The descent was slow at first, the sound of metal teeth coming apart proving no distraction as Fluttershy’s audience remained enraptured with her little show, the feeling of their eyes on her bringing renewed warmth even as cold air overtook her.

As the zipper drew lower gravity began to assist, the zip-up practically opening itself as a pair of mammoth breasts drove it downward, soon hanging out through the new aperture to the delight of grateful observers.

Shy next moved for her pants, but impatience had already overtaken Dash.

“What do we have here?” The first thing to draw Dash’s attention from the supple bounty unveiled for her was conspicuous by its near total absence. A thin trail of lacy black fabric was slung over Fluttershy’s neck and wrapped around the upper half of her torso. The fact that such gossamer fabric could never hope to support the weight of its wearer’s tits was offset somewhat by the lack of cups to provide any support in the first place.

“This is pretty slutty underwear, even for you.” Dash proffered, as greedy hands laid claim to whatever bit of soft flesh they could mange to hold. “You don’t even bother to keep your udders covered up?”

“I… like the way it feels – on my skin.”

“We can tell.” Star interjected, running a thumb along one of Fluttershy’s hardened nubs. “I bet I can guess what this is for.” A slow, gentle twist of a tiny metallic stud brought a whimper to Fluttershy’s lips while Dash busied herself toying and hefting with what she clearly regarded as her personal property.

“Maybe we should have a peek and see if the bottoms match the top.”

“You read my mind Star.”

Of course, Star already knew the answer, the best part of all Fluttershy’s little flourishes was that she had hardly needed to do anything. The scandalous bits of fabric that were presently sinking into pillowy skin had been sitting at the back of her closet for years, the piercings, an adventurous bit of fantasy Shy had been holding onto since she was a teenager.

All that was needed was a little push in the right direction.

She didn’t always know Star was there to help of course. Much like Dash she spent most days unaware, constrained by inhibition. Until moments ago she would have been of the impression that her underwear was the same bland beige affair that it had always been. To her, the little metal stud which Star continued to absent mindedly twist hadn’t even existed a few minutes prior, much less the memory of cumming from the sensation of its addition.

“Just as I suspected.”

“They Match?” Star asked, fingers releasing their grip on Shy’s reddened nipple to the sound of meek sigh of relief.

“They sure do.”

Star fell to her haunches, eager get a look, and true to form, the bottoms were exactly as scandalous as the tops, crotchless lacy scraps of silk to match the cupless ‘bra’ above. With a near childish sense of delight Dash ran a lone finger along the length of Shy’s sopping wet slit, letting out a giddy chuckle as the mass of flesh that were her thighs quivered and shook at the slightest provocation.

“Did you cum just from that little touch‽”

Fluttershy said nothing, but her silence and slickened thighs were more than enough of an answer.

“She’s even worse than we thought.” Star mused. “Tell me Dash, do you remember the trick I taught you for punishing naughty girls?” A nail traced its way along the length of Dash’s neck, bringing with it a fresh batch of suppressed knowledge.

“I remember.” She responded, her gentle monotone failing to disguise the tremor of excitement in her voice.

Dash’s finger stretched upward in front of Fluttershy’s eyes, a surge of power and lust rushing through her at the sight of the vulnerable expression that had etched itself upon her soon-to-be victim's face.

“Candle.”

The finger immediately drew downward, closer and closer to Fluttershy’s titanic tits, the effect already becoming apparent. An odd exhibition began to ensue, as the chubby woman’s teeth clenched, her smooth, light brown skin suddenly beginning to dampen with sweat. To the observers Dash did little more than poke her, but to Fluttershy a tiny invisible flame had begun to lick at her breast, the heat building with every passing second, driving her up the wall.

“How ya feelin’ Shy?”

“Huh - Hot.” She huffed, breaths coming in shorter and shorter bursts. “SO hot!”

Dash smirked. “Do you want me to stop?”

“NO! Don’t stop!”

Despite the protest Dash retracted the finger to the sound of a mewling whimper on Fluttershy’s part.

“That almost sounded like an order.”

Shy felt her blood turn to ice. “No! no I -.”

“Should a dirty little whore who walks the streets in underwear that barely covers her giant lewd tits really be giving me orders?”

“I’m sorry! So sorry!” Dash stood amused just slightly back, Fluttershy clearly conflicted, leaning inward ever so slightly, well-padded body dripping, desperate for her touch.

“If you really want me to punish you properly, you’ll have to prove you deserve it.”

“I – I’ll do anything.”

Dash savoured the moment, as did Star, the frantic lilt to her voice, the needy look on her face.

“Beg me.”

“Please Dash!” There was hardly a moment before Shy complied, the request coming perfectly naturally to her in her current state.

“I dunno…”

“I need to be taught a lesson, please do me the honour of punishing my unworthy tits!"

Without warning Dash jammed a finger into the giving flesh, watching it sink in with sadistic pleasure.

Fluttershy lurched forward, panting like one of her animals in heat, her body sensitive and raw as the flame that existed only in her mind seared her skin.

Star, for her part, had lost her patience with being idle, having circled around behind without either of the deeply engaged pair taking notice. A wisp of blue magic wrapped itself around her hand, glowing brightly then fading.

The hand slithered downward, forcing open Fluttershy’s legs and digging in before she could even react.

“C-CUH-COLD!”

Fluttershy felt fingers frigid as ice suddenly intruding within her, legs buckling as Star’s free hand began to dig into the plush folds of her side.

Of all Star’s friends Fluttershy had invited perhaps the greatest creativity. The perpetual contradiction, the need to hurt but not harm gave Star the opportunity to explore avenues of magic she had never even considered. Flames that never burned, needles that left no marks, coming up with them was almost as much as using them…almost.

It was hard to believe that people like Fluttershy and Dash could live without magic. Once she knew that the friends were such a perfectly matched set… well it would have been cruel not to share her gifts with them. A brief romp through Fluttershy’s head and suddenly Dash could do anything Star could, at least as far as she was concerned.

“Dear oh dear, look at the mess you've made you little trollop.”

Star’s still frigid hand returned from betwixt her fatted thighs, now dripping with proof of the spell’s efficacy. It took a bit of a stretch to get her hand in front of Fluttershy, particularly as she continued to shiver and shake, Dash’s own efforts still plowing climax after climax through her and meeting no resistance.

“What are you going to do about it?” She asked, fingertips glistening right before the masochist's eyes.

“Puh – Please allow me to lick it clean for you miss.”

The fingers forced their way between Fluttershy’s lips without ceremony, a tongue waiting to greet them, lapping up the sweet taste of her own depravity with no shortage of enthusiasm.

“That’s a good little pervert.”

The long, desperate licking and sucking was interrupted briefly as Dash put her own tongue to good use. While her left hand continued to paw at Shy’s left side, the invisible heat melting through any remaining resolve or dignity, her tongue drew a long slow path along the right mound of flesh.

The sensation alone would have been enough to elicit a reaction, but just as with her finger, Fluttershy felt the warm trail of saliva morph into hot wax on her skin, leaving her to gag on the intrusive appendages as she tried to manage the excess of attention.

“Whose better Fluttershy? Me or her?”

Fluttershy half gurgled a response, unintelligible to either listener. She wasn’t one to pick favourites anyway, and between the radiating waves of pain in pleasure, pulsing through her in all directions it would have been an impossible choice regardless.

“A better question-.” Star interjected. “Is ‘are you ready to take this one step further?’”

“Please.” She croaked as Star retrieved her fingers from between her lips, taking time to smear the sticky mess that remained on the taller woman’s face.

She took a step back, feeling the significant weight of her host falter without support, falling to her knees with simpering shutter and an adorable jiggle. Dash, however, had yet to give up her claim, having not even relinquished her grip on the ever fascinating mound to which she was attached.

“Dash.” Hearing her name drew a sliver of attention away from her fun, but that was all Star needed. “Rainbow. Crash.”

What followed the nonsensical order was a strange little spectacle, beginning with a series of uneven blinks, soon followed by magenta eyes rolling into the back of her head. Hands that had gripped their prey so tightly that red prints had appeared beneath them fell to her side limp, her mouth hanging open, quietly murmuring incoherently as following even a single train of thought became totally impossible.

A little shiver passed over Fluttershy at the sight of her friend, so self assured and dominant, rendered catatonic with little more than a couple of words, eyes lingering on her even as Star moved her aside as easily as one would a piece of furniture.

“How do you feel?” Star asked, after parking a still quietly burbling Dash to one side. The answer may have been obvious by the slick, shiny trail still present between the mass of her thighs, or by the rapid, rippling rise and fall of her chest, but as Star fell to her knees to meet Fluttershy, she knew she had to ask.

“Wonderful.” She breathed, a hand beginning to stroke a reddened and sore nipple, the other running gently along the tender slope of her belly where streaks of Dash’s saliva were still plainly visible.

“You sure you can handle a bit more?”

An inviting smile formed along Fluttershy’s face, instantly allaying any trepidation Star might have felt.

“Please, continue to punish this shameful slut the way she deserves.”

Star ran a comforting hand along the back of her neck, followed by a delicate kiss on her forehead, likely the last thing that would happen for quite a while that could be considered gentle.

“As you wish, my little deviant.”

Taking a still silently babbling Dash by the wrist and drawing her back into position, Star reached out one final time.

“Dragon Dab.”

With that, the final remnants of restraint that afflicted either woman were lifted. Fluttershy felt immediately renewed, freer and more herself than she could remember.

Dash was similarly unencumbered, feeling totally unrestricted, keen to enjoy her friend to the fullest, her mind flooding with affection even as it raced to douse her every spoken word with caustic venom.

A hand reached out with lightning speed, paired with a single spoken word.

"Furnace."

Followed shortly after by a crushing force on one of Fluttershy’s massive tits. The woman squealed while Dash drew closer, her other hand digging deeply into her partner’s gut.

“You should be thanking us for taking the time to correct your behaviour.”

For Dash, dominance and affection were practically synonymous with one another. There was nothing more intimate for her than the opportunity to impose her will on another, to lay claim to living property.

To be trusted to do as she saw fit, to have her loyalty reciprocated by someone who accepted all that she had to offer, there was nothing better.

Watching Fluttershy squirm under her abuse only made Dash hungrier for more. As her left hand gripped ever tighter, she felt herself growing almost as excited as her victim, increasingly eager to treat herself to similar satisfaction.

Star stood back, now content merely to enjoy the show and offer encouragement.

“She’s right Fluttershy.” She called as Dash’s grip only continued to tighten, rippling waves of intense heat thrumming all throughout Fluttershy’s body. “Without us you’d never know how much of a depraved little freak you really are.”

“Thank you for showing me how much of a perverted little whore I am, thank you for punishing me!”

Dash's opposite hand reached out, followed by a similarly curt statement informing its new purpose.

"Pins and needles!"

In stark contrast to her right's ever tightening grip, her left took a much gentler tack. Her palm resting gently upon Fluttershy's belly, tracing gentle circles upon its surface, but forcing a reaction just as adorably strained.

Each delicate circuit brought with it the feeling of innumerable tiny pricks along Fluttershy's skin, merely skimming along the surface so long as Dash was subtle, but when she wasn't...

"EEEEYaahhHHaaaH!"

A little extra force was all it took to plow yet another climax into her perpetually yielding form.

“You squeal like a pig!” she hissed, The wiry athlete taking an enormous mass of supple flesh in either hand, waiting a moment to savour the reaction as Fluttershy flinched, her body feeling, in the moment, like it was pressed against the engine of a locomotive. “Have tits like a cow!” The smaller woman crushed the huge weight in her hands, digging her fingers in as deeply as she could, the shock of the sudden pressure and the overwhelming heat sending paroxysms of torment and pleasure throughout Fluttershy’s entire body as she was pulled closer towards the floor. “And an ass like a fucking caribou.”

Dash only released her vice like grip once Fluttershy was fully situated on her hands and knees, arms wobbling as though they were made of jelly, hardly able to keep control. Despite a marked difference in size, in that moment Fluttershy saw Dash loom over her, starring down in contempt at the mess of a person she had made.

“I think we’ve been going about this all wrong, you don’t need to be punished, you need to be trained.”

Dash circled around to Fluttershy’s side, leaving only Star in view, a rapturous look to her face as she watched the shy young woman continue to be brutalized and demeaned. Off to her side there was the sound of a zipper being undone, with Star’s face lighting up while Fluttershy continued to tremble.

“If you’re going to look and act like one of your little meat animals…” She heard as a sudden, though modest influx of weight appeared on the small of her back, first perched upright, but then leaning forward spreading over as much of the length of her body as it could manage. “Then that’s exactly how you’ll have to be treated.”

Thin but muscled arms wrapped around her, reaching low and taking time to fidget with with the pair of enormous weights hanging from the vegan's frame near to the floor. Once again the intolerable heat sent an exquisite wave of pain throughout her body, soon complimented by the familiar sensation of sharp, invisible implements digging into skin.

From behind, a row of teeth began to drive themselves into her shoulder, a thin trail of markings forming shortly after, as if to formally brand her.

When the teeth and hands vanished, they were soon replaced by Dash’s raspy voice, offering assurance she had no intention of relenting.

“A filthy animal like you isn’t good for anything on her own…” Dash once again propped herself upright on the pathetic beast upon which she now rested, slowly begging to roll her hips along the soft, giving perch at the small of her back. “I guess it’ll be on me to turn you into something halfway useful.”

Back and forth, back and forth Fluttershy felt the tiny weight shift, the feeling of another’s arousal beginning to drip along her skin, another quick shudder of pleasure drawing her to near collapse as she felt herself being used as little more than a grinding post.

“We’ll start with something even you can handle.” A hand reached forward, a thin finger hooking its way into Flutterhy’s mouth, the feeling of searing heat and the light stretch of skin as her neck craned backward. “I’m gonna ride your fat ass all through this hall, do you think you can manage that?”

There was a garbbled bit of response, doubtless confirmation, though none could say exactly what was said.

“Maybe if you can manage that I can try teaching you how to decorate, or at least let you back up on your hind legs”

The echoing crack of skin upon skin filled the room, a ripple traveling up from Flutterhy’s freshly reddened ass up through her entire body as it rigidly lurched forward.

“Get a move on you lazy sow.”

There was a quivering first ‘step’ as Fluttershy put one hand before the other, feeling Dash continue to roll along her back, knees pressing inward at her sides to further drive home her displeasure. The significant weight of Fluttershy’s thighs began to shift but before a full ‘step’ was made she felt the increasingly familiar sensation of Dash’s flat palm on her ass.

“Faster!”

The strikes couldn't possibly be more unhelpful, but both knew it. It hardly mattered whether the hand that struck her was imbued with searing flames or the tips of pins, because either way a climax followed the moment of contact.

As Star watched, bemused as the pair began their circuit around the enormous hall, she could do little other than smile. Slow uneven progress gradually turned to consistent momentum as Dash's tight, toned little body ground itself along her lumbering steed. A clear steady rhythm becoming apparent, each step being met with one wicked swing of Dash’s toned arm, reminding her not to stop.

The reminders were likely necessary, as puddles formed beneath Fluttershy with each even momentary stop, her collapse into exquisite pain and pleasure forestalled only by the promise that more awaited her if she kept forward progress.

Star turned away as they went, content to let the pair enjoy each other's company. They would be a while getting around the hall, in part, she guessed, because they were enjoying themselves too much to do it quickly.

As she looked over at Applejack, the sound of taunts and punishment still reverberating through the air, her eyes settled upon the solid mass of a woman she had left, bathed in the glow of the falling sun.

"We're gonna be here all night if you don't pick up the pace!" Star didn't bother to turn as the taunt was followed by a particularly rapid series of loud cracks and joyous whimpers, simply smirking instead.

Her day was almost at an end, but as she moved closer to the pane of glass she knew she had one final thing to take care of.

Author's Note

Hope all of my Canadian readers had a

HAPPY CANADA DAY!

ah, to be in Fluttershy's position...
BDSM is a common request, and one I have yet to really explore, so I figured I'd take a run at it from a slightly different angle.

The long space between chapters is due in large part to the implosion of my laptop, long hang time for a replacement, and total loss of momentum that so often fucks with my process, but hopefully i've gotten past that.

The storys gotten *slightly* longer, but im committed to keeping this thing contained... see you soon <3

Decorations ✓ (Part 2)

Leaving Dash and Fluttershy to their fun, Star returned to Applejack, as fixed in place as when she had been left, her stagnant body now bathed in the iridescent glow of the stained-glass window that stood behind her.

Since the moment of Star’s arrival, ideas both old and new had been jockeying for position in her mind’s eye, the winged women now behind her proving a perfect distraction while they sorted themselves.

The decorations would be finished, that was a given. The challenge now was to find the way that ensured everyone had as much fun as possible while reaching that goal, and as Star gazed upon Applejack, still and unmoving, she hoped that she had her solution.

It would involve a little extra ‘work’ of course, her time with Applejack was always as performative as it was pleasurable, but if she could manage it would be well worth it.

It was only that ‘if’’ that gave her pause.

Had she known the day would turn out like this she would have come better prepared. As it stood, she would be adapting an idea only half finished, the finer points destined to be adlibbed rather than meticulously planned. It wasn’t how she had imagined her first try at this, but it would have to do. Improvisation had never quite been within her comfort zone, but if she had learned nothing else in the last few hours, it was the joys of spontaneity.

Stretching upward, a thumb swept gently across lightly freckled cheeks, wiping away twin trails of tears that had formed underneath uncomprehending eyes in her absence. They weren’t tears of sadness, emotion of any kind at all was well beyond the blonde at this point, as was, it seemed, the simple act of blinking.

The same hand now ran itself along the profound definition of Applejack’s side, savouring the odd intimacy of the juncture, their game only just beginning. Fishing itself underneath one of the straps that held the tight, white tank top in place, a finger pulled it taught, stretching the fabric upward and wiping away an errant strand of drool, making its way down from lips frozen mid syllable.

Her pendant had come to life again, the act, after such a prolonged absence, becoming so natural that it was all but second nature, suspending itself in midair above both of them where Star’s arms could hardly hope to reach.

“Fluttershy and Dash are gone, you and I are alone in this room.” The mention of their names drew her attention towards the hall’s end, where one, still bestrode atop the other, had a hand buried between sopping wet thighs that wobbled their way forward. “Your eyes might see them, your ears might hear them, you might even feel their touch on your skin, but until I say otherwise, they simply will not exist, understood?”

The hypnotist could see the frozen farmer’s attempt to offer confirmation, a slight twitch in her jaw as conflicting compulsions stumbled over one another. Even her eyes moved only in jerky, awkward fits as they fought over whether to remain locked on the crystal or anchored in place, proof positive of the stubborn singlemindedness that made her such a perfect subject.

“That’s because for all its strength your body is just a slave.” She cooed, walking a slow circle around her fingers drawing lines along the stiff woman’s rigid form. “The mind wills and the flesh merely obeys, and when I speak to you in this instant my voice, and your mind are one and the same…”

The words changed as they left her lips, no longer external, they now emanated from within, ‘thought’ not in Star’s cheery soprano but in Applejack’s own, more restrained alto.

“That’s why, if I told you that your legs were as soft as jelly-.” There was a thump, the monolithic figure, now a heap on the ground. “Exactly.”

Kneeling down the mage laid her hand atop Applejack’s thigh, snickering to herself as she looked upon the farmer’s face, fixed in that same half-finished expression, arms rigid in place even as her lower half lay entirely without purpose.

“All that strength, gone in an instant, all because a little voice in your head said that it was so.” The hand worked its way upward, groping in vain for anything that wasn’t totally solid.

“That voice will remain with you for the rest of the day Applejack, whispering deep and far away, in a place that only your body can hear. It’ll tell you something that, no matter what you remember, or what you think, that deep down, your body knows is absolutely true: ‘you’re weak’.”

There was a token effort made to lift the rancher by hand, the realisation that such a task was utterly impossible coming shortly afterward. Magic made propping up the half-limp woman far easier, the pale cascade taking hold of individual limbs, rearranging her like a marionette until she matched Star’s memory of how she had stood.

“Every second you’ll feel a little bit more of your strength slip away, any reminder, no matter how brief that you are weak will draw you down further, until eventually, there is nothing left.”

Gentle applications made the final, tiny adjustments. A little touch here tilted her subject’s head, a tap there spread her legs shoulder width apart. “Oh! And your legs are solid again.” She offered, feeling the weight of a body totally unsupported fade away without notice.

Drawing the hem of the tank top up just slightly Star made for one final adjustment, her thumb pressed into Applejack’s bellybutton for just a few seconds, watching her face for a telltale twinge that followed shortly after.

One last minute was left to consideration, to making sure that everything was more or less where it was supposed to be, save the pair of women continuing to complete a circuit of the room in the most bizarre fashion imaginable.

The perfectionist in her demanded that everything be just so, particularly now. The irony was not lost on her, that Applejack of all people was the highest maintenance among her friends. If Shy invited the greatest creativity, then AJ required the greatest commitment, but it was a responsibility Star bore gladly.

Satisfied with everything else however, Star was on her toes, hand reaching up as high as she could manage…

“Start.”

“ou doin’ here?”

A wave of unease crashed over Applejack as the sentence passed from her lips. A stiffness from her arms to her jaw and everything in between, her shadow seeming to lurch under her feet.

“You okay?”

It took some time before Applejack had an answer, the whole world settling into place before her eyes.

“Yah… y’just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Sorry about that.” She replied, her voice vibrant. “I just need your help finding Rainbow Dash.”

“She’s right over-.” An arm like a tree trunk stretched outward, pointing up to the ceiling squarely at open, empty, air. “That’s weird… I could’a swore…”

Applejacks head turned, scanning the room for any sign of either of the women with whom she was supposed to be working.

“Where in tarnation are they‽”

In truth, both Fluttershy and Dash were closer than Applejack could imagine, passing one another by like ships in thick fog. The athlete for whom the cowgirl searched sat only metres away, perched on top of an absolutely haggard Fluttershy, a long stretch of pink hair clutched in one hand like the reins of a horse, while the other remained buried between her steed’s legs.

“How many people have you let stretch out this fat cunt of yours‽ I can almost fit my entire hand inside!”

An especially violent yank on the makeshift riding aid left the chubby woman collapsed, red-faced, ragged and flat on the floor, or as flat as her most well-rounded parts would allow.

“They must’ve wandered off.” Star offered, increasingly sure that their paths would cross again soon enough. “I guess I’ll just need to wait.”

For a few seconds the probing green eyes lingered, following the long slick trail that ran half the room’s perimeter. Arriving at its source they stared vacantly, ‘watching’ as she began raising herself up on wobbly appendages, even as her equestrienne continued to demoralise and tease her pliant body with every free second.

“Is it anythin’ I kin’ help with?”

A smirk was quickly supressed.

Even without a script, leading Applejack on was easy, easier still when she was like this. Admittedly, leading her on was an art in which Star was well practiced, but it was fun all the same. “No, no, it’s really the kind of thing only Dash could help with.”

Applejack’s eye twitched. “What kinda’ thing would that be?”

“Well, you see that big, heavy table over there?”

In the far corner, an impressive slab of marble stood on a single, ornately carved post with infinitely complex designs etched into the pale white surface. A giddy thrill ran up Star’s spine looking at it, more art installation than furniture, the briefest thought spared for the incomparable opulence of it, of how it would feel to know once and for all that it was her own.

Applejack, on the other hand, saw only a table and merely nodded.

“I need it to be wayyyyyyyy over there, in the centre of the room.”

“Y’can’t just magic it over there?” The blonde queried.

“The stone it’s carved from is a bit weird, it doesn’t play well with magic.” A flagrant lie on Star’s part, but Applejack had little inclination to question someone like her on the ins and outs of how magic worked. “And I don’t know if you can tell, but I’m not exactly equipped to move it by hand.”

A bit of embarrassment flared to life as an arm as thin as a branch tried in vain to flex, finding that even with effort the faintest trace of muscle failed to appear. “So, I guess I’ll just need to wait for Dash to get back to help me.”

A heat formed just behind Applejack’s face in an instant, a familiar feeling, a sort of faint pressure building at the back of her neck. “Y’can’t think of anyone else who might be able ta’ help?”

The magus merely looked up at her, offering a quizzical expression, finding it irresistible to see the frustration that she could cause with a simple quirk of an eyebrow.

“Not anyone else‽”

Star just stared at her, stifling a giggle, doing her best to come across as genuinely in the dark, while Applejack felt more and more like a kettle about to boil over.

“ME!” The farmer finally blurted out. “I kin’ do it! I’m way stronger’n Dash!”

“Oh Applejack, Dash is a professional athlete, I don’t think its fair to compare you to her.”

“She’s a professional show-off!” Applejack spat. “Anythin’ she could do, I kin’ do just as well!”

Hands now on her hips, heart racing in her chest, Applejack glared down at Star, indignation rapidly giving way to frustration. To be underestimated was unpleasant, to be underestimated compared to Dash was maddening.

“I dunno… I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself…”

“I could move that thing like it was made’a cardboard!” She huffed. “I mean look at me, you really think I can’t handle it‽”

Star was looking and enjoying every second of it.

Applejack wore exasperation well, bringing with it the increasingly rapid rise and fall of breasts, mid-sized and firm, the sole deposits of fat on a body otherwise sculpted from solid stone. As broad shoulders tapered into gentle curves, terminating in a tight, slim waist, Star couldn’t help but take notice of the white singlet practically painted onto her, and the jeans to match.

To strip her down would almost be unnecessary, anything that was hidden had been done in plain sight, and yet, Star knew it would be fun all the same.

She shrugged. “If you think you can handle it, then I guess…”

Applejack needed no further justification, already halfway across the room, zigging and zagging her way towards the large stone slab, paying not a moment’s thought to the circuity of her route.

Instead, she fixated, eyes locked on her target, thoughts already turned towards a not so distant future, when her superiority was no longer a question, but a fact.

She would savour the look on Dash’s face when she returned. When she saw something that weighed twice what she did had been moved clear across the room, when she heard Star gush about how wrong she had been, when there was one more bit of evidence to prove which of them really was stronger.

Star, meanwhile, trailed shortly after, lacking Applejack’s overwhelming determination, content instead to enjoy the sight of her rugged form in motion. Without missing a beat, the resolute farmer had wound her way around a pair invisible to her, now midway through their circuit of the room, one hurling invective with every breath, the other absorbing it, only simpering in response.

Running a hand through a savagely smiling Dash’s mop of dishevelled hair, Star paused for just a second.

Things were going well so far; but the first act was always going to be easiest. To succeed by her standards what came next would be the true test.

There was a thrill to not knowing, to having a beginning and an end, but no middle to link them. A rare occurrence for her and something worth savouring. Dash, content to ignore the fidgeting atop her head, too engrossed in what was going on directly below her had no idea where Star’s thoughts were leading, how lucky she was to be friends with someone like Star.

But before she could appreciate that Star needed to get there first and so she began to follow after AJ, joining her at the table’s edge, destination secure, but directions very much up in the air.

The stretching was a bit much.

The fact that a thought like that crossed her mind for even a second was enough to remind Star of exactly how spoiled she had allowed herself to become. As Applejack twisted from one side to another, the well-oiled machine that was her body, pressed up against her singlet and packed into her jeans, every motion sending rippling waves of sinew through her exquisitely bronzed flesh… well even ‘a bit much’ could never truly be ‘enough’.

On those rare occasions when Star’s gaze could be pulled from the outline of Applejack’s washboard stomach, it was drawn to forest-green eyes that glowed with purpose. As glances lingered the message became clear that Star was no longer alone in putting on a bit of a show. Both women knew whom Applejack would prefer to have in her audience, though it seemed she was willing to settle.

Lost in thought and lascivious admiration, only the spitting managed to drag Star back to the task at hand. Once onto each palm, before rubbing them together, a nasty habit that had proven nigh unbreakable, even with her mind pried open wide.

Still, bad habit or no, slightly damp hands were soon upon the cool white surface, its wide berth proving no impediment for a woman with a wingspan to match, and seconds later the table was off the ground.

Then it wasn’t.

The table was heavy.

Heavier than Applejack had anticipated.

She had lifted boulders over her head, knocked over trees by accident, and this… this was a table.

There was a lump in her throat as she looked back to Star, a smarmy expression on her face, the words ‘I told you so’ practically tattooed on her forehead.

“Everything alright?”

“S’fine.” She smiled through gritted teeth. “Just gettin’ warmed up.”

Her grip tightened as she stared down at the pristine white surface, her reflection staring back at her and reaffirming her consternation.

She knew any minute now Dash would swoop in, keen to insert herself and take over with or without Star’s invitation. The image flickered to life unbidden, as they so often seemed to: ‘She couldn’t even manage to lift that‽’ A voice rasped at the back of her mind, joined by the feeling of strong, calloused hands, pushing her aside…

She shook the intrusive thoughts from her head, returning to reality, her problem unchanged.

Despite gravity’s staunch objections, the table was soon off the ground again, seeming to have nearly doubled in weight in the brief period between attempts, but insufficient to dissuade the renewed determination of the woman lifting it.

A few metres were all she could manage, the same disheartening thud of stone upon tile rising up a second time as she released it after only a couple steps, but it was progress all the same.

“Think…” Applejack gulped down air, hoping against hope that it wasn’t obvious. “Think Dash could manage that?”

“I’m willing to entertain the possibility that I was wrong.” Star quipped, delighting in the sight of smug satisfaction that lit up Applejack’s face. “But we still have quite a bit of ground to cover.”

“We?” She retorted, the weight, for a third time, taken in hand, a dull ache in her arms proving little deterrent to a desire to finish her task as quickly as possible.

The work was rapidly turning bitter.

A fondness stirred within her for days under the sun’s scorching heat, for afternoons spent trudging through mud that was waist deep, memories that now took on a distinctly rosy hue when compared to her present predicament. Every step stretched on for a kilometre, her teeth gritted and grinding as she willed herself forward, eyes fixed downward, counting the tiles beneath her boots in a futile attempt at distraction.

Driven by the thought of the whole thing soon being over, of having ‘won’ and proven herself, she had managed to lug the compounding weight over one-hundred and fifty-three identical squares of alabaster marble, surer with each passing second that the next would be the final member of her set.

Yet when her eyes finally left the well-polished floor, seeing the room around her more fully, it became stomach-turningly clear that she had barely made progress at all. Not even half the distance had been closed, and as she lifted the weight again, beginning to take another pained, tentative step-.

“Stop!”

A fingertip at her forehead, the powerful woman’s entire world came to a grinding halt, thoughts in a state of suspended animation before the sensation or command could even register.

Circling ahead Star stood for just a moment, hesitating briefly. A long, slow breath helped to calm nerves that thrummed with a slight nervous energy, but keen to get keep momentum Star smiled and spoke.

“Gosh! You sure are determined!”

She dawdled just a second longer, drinking in the view of the petrified woman’s every muscle tensed and rigid, but eventually, and with some difficulty proceeded. Climbing atop the table the lilac-haired mage laid herself flat on her stomach, feet kicked up behind her, all without the surface budging even a centimetre lower.

“Y’know I wouldn’t need to cheat like this if you didn’t have to make this so difficult.” A soft, pale hand ran itself along a particularly impressive bicep, polished to a sheen by the sweat that rolled and glistened along a similarly breathtaking body. “But I suppose you wouldn’t make things so hard on yourself if you didn’t want me to…”

Now on her knees, magenta eyes peering into an opposite pair coloured emerald green, the latter unable to even comprehend her presence, Star’s hands cupped Applejack’s face, turning her from side to side, mesmerised by her complete lack of awareness. When her doll was once again recentred, unblinking eyes once again looking through her, Star’s fingers began to drift, first along a chiselled jawline, then between thin, pink lips, prying them apart without a trace of resistance.

The taste was lost on the blonde, unable to recognise the saltiness of her own sweat upon the fingers that were now moulding her expression anew. When they were done the look upon her face was no longer one of stoic determination but faux-surprise, her eyes wide, mouth gaping, and a long, pink togue lolling out as if by invitation.

“You must be holding up half a tonne right now.” The magician looked down at her own slightly extruded tummy, a faint shade of pink forming along her cheeks. “Well maybe not that much… but still, look at this!”

Star half-leapt to her feet, taking a few hops on a table that remained as level as the ground upon which its bearer stood. “Its not enough to make you feel weak, I have to tire you out on top of that anyway, how is that fair?”

It was a few more hops before Star returned to her seat, her slightly ample rear once again planted against the hard, white surface. “But I guess technically I don’t have to do anything do I?” Budging up as close as she could manage, her legs wrapped themselves around the farmer’s trim waist. “I could do anything I wanted to you, and there’s nothing you could do to stop me is there?”

Her hands fell to the imposing woman’s sides, rolling slowly upward under the constraining, white fabric of her shirt. “Totally helpless.” Gliding up under a bra stretched taught against broad, muscular shoulders. “Completely at my mercy, and you don’t even know it.” Craning her neck upward, Star’s lips met Applejack’s pendulous tongue, sucking briefly, taking more and more of it in until finally joining her in a long, drawn out kiss.

The passion was one sided of course, her tongue’s partner simply going where its more assertive companion directed. The persistent hammering she felt in Applejack’s chest brought a twinge of vanity to mind. The idea that it might be her doing, that a kiss could be enough to melt a heart frozen in time, but of course, Star knew better. The strain of carrying their shared weight was the true cause, no amount of groping or sucking would change that…

But it was still fun to think about.

A pale blue aura engulfed the pair, but Star felt no need to stop what she was doing. One hand found itself atop an ass as hard as rock while the other toyed with a rapidly stiffening nipple, all while the duo began to levitate off of the ground, and then a few metres back towards where they had started.

For every three steps Applejack had taken, Star had erased two, undoing progress that had been the result of unimaginable effort with little more than a thought. It was a long, slow process, one that could be sped up with little more than a tweak of a subconscious command, but she knew that it was what her spectator wanted, and as she moaned softly into Applejack’s mouth the mage felt little need to accelerate the process.

When the pair found land, it was only begrudgingly that Star peeled away, taking her time to wipe away the strand of drool that connected them.

The tension was fading more quickly than she had expected. The actions coming naturally to her even without a guide, though it would still be a while before she could fully judge their effectiveness.

She took her time making the farmhand look presentable again, resetting her expression and putting her clothes back in order. Even after returning to her previous post standing just behind the still frigid subject she waited a few moments more, allowing the weight to drag upon her a little bit longer until…

“Start.” Her chirping, almost immediately drowned out by the dull thud of the table on the floor, followed shortly thereafter the faint sound of cursing under heavy breaths.

Looking down at the table, at the sweat upon its surface, rolling off of her in buckets, the realisation that only a few seconds exertion had exhausted her sat at the fore of Applejacks mind.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t wait for Dash?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Came a reply thick with disdain, the table taken in hands now stinging with overuse, beginning the long journey to her destination anew.

‘I guess you’re just helpless without me around.’ A voice hissed, an image of herself pressed facedown to the table, arms bound as the weight she carried continued to bare down on her. ‘Too weak to do anything’ She felt a tongue run along the nape of her neck. ‘Too weak to resist.”

Applejack shuddered.

The image lingered with her longer than she cared to admit, each moment spent idle sending ripples through her imagination. The intrusive thoughts weren’t a new phenomenon, but an embarrassing and inopportune one all the same, and while she had come to terms with their presence, and her own way of dealing with them ages ago, that did her no good at present.

But it didn’t matter.

A sound louder than she’d intended echoed throughout the hall. Every inch of her ached and sweat poured out of every pore, but the job was finally finished.

“See.” She half-panted, doing her level best to disguise her lassitude. “Told ya’ I could do it.”

“You’re absolutely right Applejack, I should never have doubted you.”

“Yah well, I won’t hold it against ya’.”

The look on Applejack’s face, the vibrant sheen of accomplishment, of victoriousness, there were few things in the world more satisfying.

“Now that the table is done, I bet the chairs will be easy.”

Crushing it out however, was one of them.

“The chairs…?”

At the corner where she had started, they sat, tucked away and forgotten, three similarly decadent chairs, looking to be made of the same stone as the table. “They’re a bit too much for me, but for someone as big and strong as you, they should hardly take a moment.”

“R – Right…”

The first chair was agonising.

Initially she had meant to take them all at once, to get it over with as quickly as possible, but that plan evaporated almost immediately. Instead, she was reduced to dragging a single seat across the floor, the sound of the legs on the tile a persistent reminder of her inadequacy.

She had needed four separate breaks by the time it was alongside the table, and even then, had only barely remained upright before lugging herself back to the far corner to repeat the process.

Still, somehow the second managed to be worse.

She felt as if she might collapse at any moment, aware even of the weight of her clothes, now pulling her down to earth, standing only by sheer force of will.

Yet even that was beginning to fail her.

Her focus was increasingly split. Every moment’s struggle brought with it intrusive thoughts in need of suppression, proving more forceful with each trespass.

A flickering image at the back of her mind, of being thrown to the floor, head bowed, held downward by a heel jammed against the back of her skull.

“Maybe I’ll let you up if you beg me.” A familiar voice rasped. “If you tell me exactly how powerless you really are.”

It felt beyond her at this point to wish them away, with every passing second, she felt what little remained of her physicality slip, the absence proving ready fuel for images she couldn’t seem to shake.

Even as she found herself sat on the final chair, stranded midway between beginning and end, breaths coming in long, ragged bursts, she knew that this had to be done.

“I think it might be time for a break Applejack.”

“I kin’-“ She sputtered in response. “I kin’ do this.”

“I’m sure you can, but lets just stop – for a second and get you cleaned up a bit.”

Before Applejack could object there was a damp cloth to her face, mopping up sweat as it dragged along, hands that rose in objection, swatted away with just a flick of the wrist. The sensation could scarcely have been more degrading, she felt like a child, a fussy mother standing over her, cleaning her up while all she could manage was to squirm in place until it was done.

When Star had finally finished Applejack felt that pit in her stomach expand, that gnawing feeling of being pushed around, of passivity, of impotence, not at all helped by the condescending smirk on Star’s lips as she tossed aside a white rag that was – that was…

“WHAT THE HECK‽”

Applejack looked from the rag on the floor to herself and leapt from her seat before falling to one knee under her own weight.

“How did y’ – W-What did ya-?”

Star simply smiled wider as Applejack struggled to comprehend why it was that her shirt was now on floor, or, more pressingly, why she was suddenly topless.

Wobbling halfway to her feet again she found her friend drawn up toward her, hands putting pressure on her shoulders, forcing her backward into the chair she had only just vacated. Attempts to rise again were stymied before they could even begin with the mage taking a seat upon Applejack’s lap, weighing on her like a tonne of bricks while arms as thin as twigs restrained her own with no visible effort.

“You-.”

“Shhhhhhh.”

“Why-.”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

There was a long pause.

The kind that seemed to stretch on for hours. Hours of Applejack staring at Star, of Star staring back, hands softer than silk still resting upon her collarbone, her slightly rounded body settled comfortably upon the now fully restrained woman beneath.

In those few seconds of near total silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic slamming of flesh into flesh somewhere off in the distance and audible only to one of them, Applejack’s mind raced. Confusion coloured her every thought as she tried to parse her situation, yet even in her incipient panic the feel of Star’s body baring down on her, pinning her to the chair left other thoughts to fester at her mind’s rear.

“Tell me if this sounds familiar: Rarity asked me t’come over today…” Applejack blanched, instantly recognising the words as her own, helped in no small part by Star’s attempt to mimic her accent. “She asked me ta try somethin’ on…” This couldn’t be happening. “An’ when I didn’t…” Star couldn’t have found them. “She used ‘er magic to hold me down.”

Star leaned closer, hands wrapping more and more tightly around Applejack’s wrists, continuing to recite words never meant to be spoken aloud. “She told me I was gonna’ be ‘er doll for the day…”

Applejack could see a wicked smile expanding on her captor’s lips, the tinge of excitement in Star’s voice only growing as the confined woman recoiled as far back as the chair would allow. “She painted my face with makeup, dressed me up in lingerie, and when she was done… well you know how the rest goes, don’t you?”

“You -You read my journal…?”

“You wound me! I would never invade a friend’s privacy that way…” Applejack felt Star’s weight shift in her lap, leaning in as closely as she could manage, chest now pressing up against her own. “You read it to me.”

“What’re you-.“ A finger was raised to Applejack’s lips, once again taking her silence, but this time by force.

“I thought for sure you’d be one of the boring ones, I didn’t even believe you when you told me.”

Applejack’s whole body tensed, trying her hardest to do something, anything, but Star paid it no mind, even the blonde’s most concerted efforts proving beneath her notice.

“But then you took me back to your room, and there they were, stashed under your bed like a horny teenager, stacks and stacks of little black books, filled with every lurid, torrid fantasy that perverted little mind of yours could muster.”

Another long pause followed as Star buried her face in the crook of Applejack’s neck, feeling futile attempts at escape ripple through the body she was now sampling.

“So much effort spent acting strong, because you know the second you feel weak, like you’ve lost control even a tiny bit, you’re mind starts to wander off in some interesting directions…” She purred into her unyielding form. “Its no wonder you’re so competitive, if you weren’t always trying win, we’d probably need to cool you down with a firehose.”

“That’s not – I – I - I don’t-“

Coming up for air Star saw exactly what she had hoped for. The look of dawning realisation, the shift along features normally staid and stoical, now fighting not to betray the abject terror within. She studied every line, every bead of sweat, every minor twitch, all of it was familiar to her, it was a scene that, in one form or another, she had created dozens of times before.

“I can only imagine what our friends would think if they knew… maybe I should tell them?”

Applejack felt her heart fall out of her chest, her entire world unraveling, pulled apart at the seams in mere seconds.

“Star…” A deep, rattling breath, an attempt to affect the faintest illusion of calm to her voice even as a cold sweat continued to roll over her.

“I dunno’ what kinda’ joke yer’ playin’ at, but you gotta’ knock’it off right this second.”

“I dunno’ what kinda’ joke yer’ playin’ at, but you gotta’ knock’it off right this second.”

Eyes like twin moons, confusion became shock as her protest turned to a duet without warning, matched perfectly in both cadence and inflection.

“You say that every time, Dear.” That tone only made it worse, a voice that was somehow both playful and serious.

“I don’t know-.”

“I know you don’t know! That’s part of the fun! Because I’ve got another secret to tell you…You’ve been brainwashed!”

She almost sounded like Pinkie Pie, the kind of excitement that would be infectious were it not from someone presently holding her in a way that increasingly felt like captivity.

“What d’you mean I’ve bin’-.”

“I mean that I have completely and totally enslaved you to my will, isn’t that cool‽”

“That’s – what’re you talkin’ about? That’s not-“

Star released Applejack’s wrists; fully aware it would only be temporary.

Leaping from her seat, the mage watched the normally stoic and self-confident woman upon whose lap she had sat struggle to rise to full height, trepidation and uncertainty radiating from her in waves.

She almost looked like another person. The usual proud baring lost as she slouched forward, pulled to the ground by her own weight. Her arms, idle at her sides, rising as best they could to cover her chest, but only with unambiguous difficulty.

“Let me ask you something, Applejack. If you weren’t my little sock puppet, would I be able to do this?”

Her freedom short lived, Applejack felt Star’s aura wrap itself around her wrists, pulling them to either side, her brief return to some semblance of modesty ripped away as her arms spread as far apart as they could manage.

Another mental flex saw the same pale blue aura press itself to AJ’s back leaving her stood bolt upright, her arms fixing themselves to her side so that she stood perfectly at attention.

“See what I mean?”

Applejack glowered down at the woman as she drew closer. “This doesn’t prove anythin’ cept’ that you still got yur’ magic.”

“Oh please, I’m barely even trying. This would hardly be enough to hold Fluttershy in place, let alone you.”

The restraints that held the utterly helpless farmgirl up came to life once more, her hands now drawn in front of her, fixing themselves at waist height while her feet, under the same magical influence turned heel to heel.

Applejack could only watch as Star’s smile grew wider as her limbs further betrayed her. She now stood half naked, emulating a ballerina’s pose with a name she couldn’t place.

“You’re not even going to try to resist?”

A low growl escaped from Applejack’s lips, the provocative pose into which she had been forced completely at odds with the grimace that adorned her face.

“Unless, maybe you don’t want to resist?” Hands once again glided along the woman’s top half, feeling every part of her flex in protest, in pointless attempts to break herself free. “We both know this is what you really want don’t we?”

Star stepped aside, disappearing from Applejacks limited field of view, though her presence was still more than obvious. From behind Applejack could still feel her hands upon her, slithering their way along her skin unfettered.

“Believe me, there’s no point in denying it, I know you better than anyone at this point.”

A shiver rocked Applejack’s entire body, the feeling of arms wrapping themselves around her, of hands cupping themselves underneath her breasts, and of something wet slowly dragging itself along the length of her spine, stopping just below her shoulder blades.

“For example: I know that you and I are a lot more similar than you might realise…”

“WE. ARE. NOT.”

Star merely snickered, her hands dropping lower, caressing the woman’s stomach, coming within a hair’s breadth of her navel. “I know exactly what you’ve been going through, what its like to spend your every waking moment wanting something you don’t think you can have.”

“I don’t want this.”

Star, head still pressed to the blonde’s back, heard her heart race ever faster, critically undermining her hasty attempt at deception. It was exactly the kind of feedback she had been looking for, but hardly enough of a reaction to bring satisfaction.

Without a moment’s warning Applejack found herself marching forward, her feet drawn out in front of her by the increasingly familiar feel of a will that was not her own.

A few steps out her arms spread themselves wide, her head pressed downward by an invisible force into a sweeping bow before rising again, dragged up to her full height by that same odd sensation.

Her eyes met Star’s briefly, but before she knew it that connection was lost as she began to twirl in place on the toe of one boot.

“The only difference between us, Applejack, is ambition. while you were writing about all the things you would want done to you if only things were somehow different, I was making what I wanted a reality.”

“And this - is what - y’came - up with‽” She asked, her momentum arrested, though still not under her own power.

“I’m always open to suggestions.”

“I suggest you stop before I-“

Without waning Applejack found her leg swept out beneath her, held perfectly level behind her while her arms raised themselves above her head in an exaggerated arabesque.

“Buh – Before I –“

Again, control was wrested from her, her foot meeting the ground briefly before rising out in front of her. There was no pain to it, Applejack was remarkably flexible as both women evidently knew, though the sickening sound of fabric tearing at its seams implied her jeans were much less so. When it seemed her position was settled she was in a standing split, one of them beside herself with delight, the other utterly mortified.

“Before you what AJ?” Star asked, her hands running the length of the long, powerful, upraised limb. “Tell me exactly what you think you can do to stop me.”

The look of struggle on the blonde’s face only grew more defined. The defiance that had shone in her eyes slowly crumbling, giving way to resignation and uncertainty. Star knew it well, could see it clearly, but there was still room to push further.

“The truth is: it doesn’t matter what I make you do.” Her hands moved along the woman’s thigh, now asserting themselves between her subjects legs, into to the denim of her increasingly strained jeans. “I could have you name all the kings of Saddle Arabia, or walk a tightrope in a tutu and it wouldn’t make a lick difference, and do you know why?”

A wet patch was quick to form, the light blue fabric turning dark with little provocation. Her eyes shut, now refusing to meet Star’s own, Applejack could only stand, her position uncomfortable but uncompromising, feeling a hand that was not her own quicken, feeding arousal that she tried her hardest not to acknowledge.

“Its because the only thing that matters is that you know exactly how weak and helpless you truly are for me. Because we both know that’s all you’ve ever really wanted, isn’t it?”

“IT! IS! NOT!” Applejack’s eyes flew open, filled with indignation and fury, a moment Star recognised well as the final throes of resistance, one last obstacle to be overcome. “You did somethin’ t’me! You used yer’ magic on me! That’s why I feel- Why I’m always thinkin’ about…”

“Well you’re half right.” She mused, one hand keeping the same steady rhythm, the other now idle, playing connect the dots with the freckles on Aplejack’s chest. “I have made some minor adjustments, but you’ve always been this a delightful little deviant.”

A tightness to her stomach, Applejack tried to remain indignant, to focus on rage, on disgust, on anything other than Star’s ministrations.

“And when I learned that fact, and told you that I could make every last one of your dirty little secrets come true, do you know what happened?”

There was a pause in her previously steady rhythm, a brief respite from the constant, maddening teasing.

“You begged me.” She whispered. “Begged me to make you my own little puppet.”

Applejack’s leg began to lower itself, accompanied by her arms, the former soon reaching the floor. There was a slight sense of relief that came with it, perhaps becoming slightly accustomed to being a passenger in her own body, as disturbing as that thought was.

“It wasn’t even hard.” She purred. “No tricks, no resistance, just a few minutes and you were all mine.”

A token effort was made, one that even Applejack knew was doomed to fail. Her hands rose, held aloft by limp arms, reaching forward to push Star away only to be carried higher by renewed magical interference.

“And once that was done, once I was inside that pretty little head of yours, that’s when the real fun began.”

Applejack’s hands slid their way under her bra, groping and pawing at her own breasts, her fingers kneading her flesh with an eerie sense of detachment. The spreading warmth along her chest, the tightness in her stomach, both the result of stimulation not of her own volition, and yet she found it harder and harder to keep herself quiet.

“We popped some popcorn, warmed up some cider…” Star continued, hands settling upon Applejack’s hips before meeting at the front and undoing her belt. “Then I sat and watched while you stripped yourself down, spread your legs wide, and came your brains out on your own bedroom floor.”

Applejack yelped, her eyes meeting Star’s, a self-satisfied look plastered on her face, a knowing smile to her lips as she returned to the task at hand while Applejack’s own hands continued apace.

“The whole time reading to me. Page after page about every little thing that managed to get your motor running.”

The belt clattered to the floor, her left leg rising mechanically in front of herself as Star nuzzled her face to her thigh.

“Your mind goes to some pretty weird places too.” The boot slid off without a fuss, the first leg returning to the floor and the second repeating the process. “I didn’t even know what a ‘luh-mee-ah’ was, but a hug from Pinkie Pie lasts a couple seconds too long, and you rush home to write about the feel of rough pink scales slithering along your skin, squeezing the air from your lungs…”

Boots flung aside Star once again disappeared behind Applejack’s back accompanied by the same feeling of unease that arrived whenever she lost sight of the increasingly aggressive magus.

“But of course, you wanted more than fantasies, you wanted the real thing. To know what it would be like to be taken, to be ravaged, to be forced.”

Desperately Applejack tried to get a reaction from limbs that were supposed to be her own. Hands once again wrapped around her waist, her jeans coming undone, she tried to tear her own hands from her chest but found they simply refused to budge.

“That’s where ‘you’ came in.”

She whispered, peeling the shredded denim down to the floor, stopping every few inches to leave a light kiss along the back of her thigh.

“That delicious sense of fear, that trembling, gnawing feeling, that’s the kind of thing you can only get once. After that its just two people playing their parts, and where’s the fun in that?”

Jeans on the floor Applejack’s feet stepped out of them, their defiance of her wishes bringing with it a familiar and unwelcome flutter to her stomach.

“That’s why you’re here. So that AJ can live out every one of her dreams exactly the way she wants to, feeling all the little emotions that make it special for her, and once we’re done, you’ll go right back in your box until you’re needed again.”

“I would-.” Applejack bit her tongue, her voice, to her own surprise, emerging from between her lips as a high-pitched squeal. “I would never want that.” She asserted with only a sliver more authority.

Her hands stopped briefly, returning to her sides, though only long enough for the last scraps to offer her cover fell from her body. Her bra lifted up over her shoulders by traitorous appendages while her shorts were dragged to the floor tossed away.

“Well, you wouldn’t.” Star conceded, rising up and circling back to Applejack’s front. “But let’s see if we can’t find someone a bit more honest.”

“What d’you m-“ All at once Applejack felt the floor fall out beneath her, a plummeting sensation that swallowed her whole for just the briefest moment as her eyes closed, reopening a second later to see Star’s smiling face with a new clarity.

“How do you feel?”

“Weak. Helpless. Wonderful.”

A smile spread across Applejack’s face to match Star’s own. “But y’already knew that, huh?”

“I had my suspicions.” She smarmed, her hand running the length of Appljack’s slit. “But it never hurts to get confirmation, does it?”

Applejack wanted to collapse, to melt into a puddle on the floor, remaining upright only by a force not of her own making. It was wonderful, this sensation, the flood of emotions left over from a moment earlier, the adrenaline, the intoxicating feel to true, utter helplessness.

“I thought we were takin’ a break from this sorta’ thing, least til’ the coronation.”

“We were… but I had a bit of inspiration, and well, I’m only human.”

Applejack stared downward, forgetting for a moment that her hands remained beyond her control, kneading her increasingly tender breasts. “Just couldn’t help yourself, huh?”

“They tempted me!” She exclaimed. “Pinkie and Spike had these little, itty-bitty shorts on-“

“I wonder why they’d be wearin’ somethin’ like that.”

“Well I might have had something to do with it…” She admitted coyly. “That doesn’t bother you, does it? The way I’ve changed them? made them more like you? more like us?”

A faint haze came over Applejack’s voice, her eyes turning distant. “Course it doesn’t bother me, they’re yur’ friends, I know you only want what’s best for em’.”

The slightest pang of disappointment wended its way through Star. In Applejack she had found something of a kindred spirit, their sole true point of divergence being a difference of opinion on how best to expand their ranks. Honest AJ had been convinced it would be ‘wrong’ to manipulate their friends, to show them good it felt to be liberated. Star knew better though, everyone was happier this way, even Applejack, especially once she saw just how much there was to be gained.

“I knew you’d agree!” She chirped. “and speaking of what I do for my friends…” Appleajack’s hands fled from her chest, clasping themselves behind her back. Her posture straightened, her face locked in position staring straight ahead, her chest thrusting itself forward. “What do you think?”

“Bout’ what?”

A loud crack filled the air accompanied by a pained yelp that more than exceeded it in volume. A large red mark began to form along her ass, the hand that had made rejoining its partner behind her back as if it hadn’t happened.

“Okay! Okay! Calm down.”

Sauntering forward Star buried her head into AJ’s body, resting just underneath her breasts, listening to the rapid beating of her heart.

“Let’s try that again.” Star hummed, hands running along Applejack’s rear. “What have you thought of my little show so far?”

Applejack grinned. The feel of Star’s hair tickling her abdomen, the warm glow that came with being entirely in her power, it was intoxicating. Star had done – was doing so much for her, had given her more than she could have ever hoped for, but she still had to be honest.

“B plus.”

“B Plus‽”

The tickling stopped.

“Well yer’ the one who asked!”

The support disappeared out from beneath her leaving Applejack to fall to her knees, arms hanging loose at her sides as she collapsed into a heap.

“Ughhhhh, I knew I should’ve gone with one of your ideas.” Star moaned. “I should’ve thought this out more, moving furniture I mean what was I thinking?! I – I had this one idea – I thought it was good and-and-and you hate it!”

Applejack snickered. “Only you – well not only you - but what kinda’ person hears ‘B plus’ an’ thinks ‘hate’.”

“Well not ‘hate’-.” She sighed. “But you have all these ideas – like remember that time in the barn?”

Applejack did, like it was yesterday. The familiar coarseness of braded rope pressed against her skin. Her lasso wound around her from her wrists to her ankles, running the entire length of her body. The feel of true and complete terror as she swung from the rafters of her barn like a chandelier. Just the thought of the lone strand that ran between her legs, shifting with every bit of struggle, bringing her closer and closer to the brink, the sight of Star and her brother below, the latter being none the wiser.

“You were so grateful when I cut you down, that look on your face when I finally let you – well I just thought I could figure out something similar.”

“Y’did-“ Applejack paused, her face twisting for just a second. “I’m tryn’a hug ya’ but…”

“Oh – uh – one second.” The blonde woman’s body came to life again, propped up on it’s knees, her arms floating gently upward and draping themselves over Star’s shoulders.

“Y’did good. Y’did great! I think its just the end that needs a bit’a work is all.”

Star looked down at the woman now hanging from her like a necklace, her mouth opening silently then closing again as she regathered herself. “The end?”

Applejack quirked an eyebrow.

“No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, this isn’t the end, this is intermission!”

A wicked smile curved its way along Applejack’s supple, pink lips. “I’ve still got something very special planned for you tonight, and something extra to tide you over for a while afterward – if you’re still open to changing my grade that is…”

“I could be convinced… if y’throw in some new jeans too.”

Star’s hand slithered downward, inching its way back down to her captive’s core. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Applejack’s smile widened as Star’s had reached its destination, pressing gently against her and watching that lovely, mischievous smirk expel itself from her face an instant later.

“Wha-What’re you-“

“Just getting a better look at my property.” Star interrupted. “Unless there’s something else you’d like to do while we’re so close to each other.”

The farmer spat up at her, having apparently regained at least some of her nerve in her time away.

“That wasn’t very nice...” The hands slung over Star’s shoulders began to move, clumsily wiping away the rope of slime that hung off of Star’s cheek. “But I forgive you.” The hand hung before Applejack’s eyes, lingering briefly before wiping itself off on her own face as penance.

“In fact, I’m even going to give you a present.”

Applejack’s body went slack again, falling to the floor without magic to support it.

“You are free to go!” Star chirped. “Just as long as you can get out the door before I get back.”

Applejack stared up at her, eyes suspicious and uncomprehending.

Star was already walking toward the eastern wall, a saunter in her step and a wiggle to her waist as she went.

“Or you can stay put and take your chances with my little surprise, up to you.”

The tile was cold against her naked and sweat drenched body, but a chance for escape – even a clearly disingenuous one – couldn’t be passed on. In the corner of her eye, she could see Star bent over the decoration table, an almost mesmerising sway to her pert, round ass. It was only a few minutes ago that she was trapped under it, felt it weighing down on her, unable to esc-

No!

Not now.

Propped up on her elbows the proud woman began to crawl her way forward. It was degrading, it was difficult, but if she just focused she could escape, she could warn the others, she could-.

“Oh, so close!” Star, already beside her, chided. “Well not really, but it looks like you tried!”

Applejack once again felt herself pulled upright, now by pale blue strings only faintly visible to her eye.

“Star, please-.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be keeping you much longer. Its getting pretty late, and I’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Star reached out and laid hands on Applejack’s still tender breasts, lingering longer than she needed to, toying with them, just to underscore Applejack’s abject helplessness.

“But you’ll be left in good hands, I promise.” When her hands released a pair of star shaped stickers were affixed to the blonde’s skin, covering stiff nipples, barely. “But first we have to make you presentable.”

“C’mon Star – I – I get it alright?” Star brandished a plastic streamer roll covered in the same gawdy design as the stickers that were now fixed to Applejack’s chest. “You – you wanted to show off some new spell er’ somethin’ and you did, and now you can stop… right?”

Applejack’s hands yanked themselves behind her back, stuck together, wrist to wrist by a force she was powerless to resist. Star followed soon after, disappearing behind her, the proof of her continued presence now the feeling of cool plastic wrapping itself around her forearms.

“Sorry Applejack, but I can’t stop, this is for your own good.”

As Star worked the thin strip of plastic, first around her forearms, then down to her wrists, her magic began to fade, before disappearing completely. Her final touch, a delightful little bow that tied the whole thing together.

The moment the magic was gone she was reminded of exactly who it was she had managed to restrain. The wall of muscle before her came to life, every magnificent bit of sculpted steel flexing and straining in concert against the thin sheet of plastic that held them in place.

“What d’you mean ‘my own good’?” The false effort intensified, her body coming to life in an even more impressive, yet still futile effort.

“The more you struggle, the better it’ll feel Applejack.”

That seemed to bring pause, albeit briefly. All the stress and strain melted away as Applejack, whether willing to admit it or not, thought on which was more humiliating, but that lasted only a second.

As Star reappeared in front of her, roll in hand. Like a spider, the web she had begun to weave only continued to spread across Applejack’s body. Soon strands had bound Applejack’s biceps in place, her chest now thrust forward as her arms dug into the small of her back.

Next it wound its way around waist, trailing up between her breasts, their keeper taking every opportunity to poke and prod as she went. Over her shoulders, then under her arms, until the pattern was complete, a delightful little star on her broad chest’s centre, one more humiliating little flourish.

“Just – Just let me go, Star.”

The roll was at her neck now, a single wrap making a neat little collar, completed by a long trail down that made for an excellent leash. A gentle tug brought the monolith to her knees again, magic no longer necessary to exert control.

“It’s only plastic. If you really wanted this to stop, you’d have shredded it the moment my magic went away.”

The glare that had only a few minutes earlier lived in Applejack’s eyes was gone now, reduced to something pleading and desperate. She was close, Star knew it, but one last nudge would take her over the edge.

Back at the rear star pressed her hoot to Applejack’s back, forcing her fully to the floor, then joined her on her knees. One strand went over the farmgirl’s eyes, leaving her to only glimpse the world in vague undefined shapes.

“Can’t forget these!” Star sang, grabbing the discarded pair of leather boots and sliding them back onto Applejack’s feet. “I know someone who just loves to see you in them.”

They were quickly joined by another layer of plastic, pulling them up and fixing them together in place followed by a final length that bound them back to her arms, leaving her effectively hogtied.

Star, on her feet now, took a look at what she had managed, a sense of pride within her as Applejack still tried in vain to squirm in place against the cold tile of the floor.

It was amazing, the things she was capable of. Holding her position would be extraordinarily difficult for someone not of Applejack’s… physical means, there was, in truth, noting holding her in her current position. Plastic wrap couldn’t hope to restrain someone like her for even a moment, let alone hold her so firmly in place, and yet there she was, the effort of keeping everything in tact, of maintaining the illusion that she was weak was the most irrefutable proof that she was anything but.

A hand traced the length of her thigh, fingers wriggling themselves between legs that were firmply clamped shut, muscles tensing at the slow, deliberate intrusion.

“If you just admit that you’re enjoying this, that this is what you want, I might let you have it.”

Applejack felt the fingers come closer, the last dregs of her composure, draining away as they crept near to her slit.

“Is this what you want Applejack?”

“N-.” Star fingers were massaging her inner thigh now. “Nuh-.” They were so close.

“Yes.”

The words were treachery. She didn’t want this, she couldn’t want this, but she needed it.

One finger arrived first, brushing up along her lips, sliding just along the outside and bringing with it a tremor that resonated throughout her entire being.

“Say that again for me.”

Applejack bit her tongue, desperate not to give in again.

“I want it. Please.”

A second finger made its way in, though still lingering just outside, teasing her, pressing her to her wits end.

“Its all you think about, isn’t it?”

“Yes!”

A third, so tantalisingly, maddeningly close.

“You want it more than anything?”

“Yes!”

Then they were gone.

“Well, that’s too bad.”

She a hand, warm and damp drag along her back, wiping itself with her hair.

“Wuh? – what?”

“You forget, Applejack. I know everything there is to know about you.” Star’s voice had begun to move, no longer behind the blinded woman, but in front. “And I know that as much as you’d love for me to do the honours, that there’s someone you’d want even more.”

The pit in Applejack’s stomach grew wider, threatening to swallow her whole. Star looked over her shoulder, taking note for the first time in a while of the pair still circling the room, both red faced and drenched, but persisting all the same.

“Her name comes up a lot more than mine does in that little library of yours.”

“Star, please…”

Star stretched out and grabbed Applejack’s shorts right where they had been left, stained with her arousal and, a second later, crushed into a ball.

“And it just so happens that you can be very useful to me like this…”

“She – she can’t see me like this please. She can’t-.”

The wadded-up pair of shorts were crammed into Applejack’s mouth without ceremony, once more taking her silence. Muffled words tried and failed to filter out but Star was confident she could guess their content.

Her aura began to engulf Applejack, lifting her body from the floor and walking it back towards the opposite end of the room.

“Don’t worry, you’ve never looked better…”

Author's Note

Happy Labour Day! (Internet points to anyone still around who gets that)

Good GOD writing this sucked. There are basically 3 different versions of it floating around now, all with bits and pieces I really liked that are now just gonna rot away, very dispiriting.

But its done, I’m done with it, I’m never going so much as glance in its general direction again

I think it’s a bit too busy, I worry I’ve missed some stuff but its been forever and I’m sick of this chapter so I’m dumping it out like a tv off of an overpass and I guess just hoping it doesn’t land on any oncoming traffic

ANYWAY we're in the home stretch now, 3 more chapters and then an epilogue, and then maybe a sandwich.

I say this every time, but the gap shouldn't be quite so long this time, in the time between getting this published I had time to think about how the rest of this will play out so barring any more stupidity on my end the pipeline should be a bit smoother

Decorations ✓ (Part 3)

A light blue aura had engulfed Star's final conquest for the evening, meeting no resistance save for muffled mumbling as the restrained figure began to float through the air.

"You can't do anything right, can you‽ Say it!"

"I - I cuh - can't d-d-do anything ruh - right!"

As she approached, Applejack in tow, there was a brief pang of guilt, to interrupt the duo in front of her, so immersed in their game, felt almost cruel.

Dash had continued to bare down upon her mewling, simpering victim in Star's absence, their circuit of the room nearly complete. Proximity to the finish seemed to have only redoubled the athlete's enthusiasm, continuing to abase and abuse her means of transport with ever greater intensity.

"You fuck up just so I can punish you!" She shrieked.

"Yuh - Yes! Please! I'm so sorry!"

"I'm glad to see you haven't gotten tired of playing with your toy quite yet."

Dash refused to allow Star to cut in, not even turning to face her. Instead, she was utterly absorbed, leaning downward upon Fluttershy, hands crushing her tits together as hard as they could manage while pricking pins and searing heat rippled through the latter's body.

"How could I possibly get tired of it when she makes it sooooooo easy?"

A long stroke of her tongue along the side of Fluttershy's face sent tremors all throughout her chubby, jiggly form, the athlete continuing to delight in the abject discomfort that she could cause this late in their fun.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't be interested if I told you that I had another bit of kit you could amuse yourself with?"

Dash froze, finally turning toward Star, though not quite ready to relinquish her claim upon Fluttershy's delicate flesh.

"What d'you mean?"

A knowing smile upon her lips, Star stepped forward, laying a hand upon an unkempt mop of kaleidoscopic hair. "Look here for a moment."

Their eyes met with scant indication of what it was Dash was meant to be seeing, yet as Star's hand skimmed lightly downward from the top of her head, a nail dragging along her neck, the smaller woman's entire world began to slow. Fluttershy felt the vice-like grip on her loosen, the excited hammering of her rider's heart easing as disappointment began to fill the void where exquisite anguish had resided moments earlier.

"Dash." Star spoke, eyes fixed upon her subject's gazing deeply with fascination into her own. "You have my permission to see and think about Applejack again."

The finger withdrawn, focus returned to the light magenta eyes which turned wide and unbelieving as Star stepped to the side to reveal her surprise.

"Oh, NO WAY!"

Dash launched herself from Fluttershy's back, a streak of rainbow light trailing behind her.

It was only with a fraction of a second to spare that Starlight managed to stop her, a shimmering wall of blue energy erected between she and her pray, giving the magus time to close the distance between them.

"I thought this might get your attention."

"Why's she just lying there?" She asked, face pressed against the mystic forcefield like a child to a toy store window.

Star ran her hand up along the increasingly heated woman's back, massaging her shoulders, savouring the feel of her, lithe and wiry. "She has to."

"What d'ya mean 'she has to'?"

"I mean that as far as she knows she is simply too weak to free herself." Star purred into Dash's ear. "She's too weak to even try." She felt a tremor wend its way through the body she was tenderly kneading. "You could do anything you wanted to her, and she'd just have to let it happen."

A long, low growl escaped Dash's lips, a sound more animal than human that betrayed rapacious and raptorial instincts.

"Can I assume that's the kind of thing you'd be interested in?"

Dash turned to her, literally salivating at what lay just beyond a shield only a millimetre thick.

"You can't be quite as rough with her as you are with Fluttershy..." Her finger once again drew a line down Dash's neck. "But you already know exactly what she likes, don't you?"

"I know what she likes..." A newly dream-like voice rasped back.

"But if you want to unwrap your present, you'll need to do something for me first."

"Yeah - Yeah, sure, whatever." She replied, eyes still glued to Applejack, hog tied and helpless, mind racing with ideas for how best to have her fun.

"See, I know that it shouldn't take three of you to decorate this hall on time, and I know that someone as capable as you could've had it done ages ago if you had a mind to..."

Dash managed to pry herself away for a moment, affecting a sliver of composure as she drew herself up to her admittedly modest height. "What are you saying, Star?"

"I'm saying that until this room is absolutely perfect, she is off limits."

The Wonderbolt turned to face Star, feeling hands still stroking along her smooth, tan skin. The mage pulled her close, enjoying the rare feel of holding someone genuinely smaller than herself in her arms. “Do we have a deal?”

“I knew it…” Dash murmured into Star’s chest.

“I’m sorry?”

“I KNEW IT!”

Dash practically exploded out of Star’s arms, looping through the air before settling a metre off the ground. “I knew a control freak like you would never be so chill about this not getting done on your schedule!…No offence.”

Hovering now, Dash drew closer. “You need me, don’t you?”

Her tiny breasts rose and fell with manic excitement, her nipples rigid, yet still her voice carried the same self-possession and confidence that so defined her.

“You need me to do all this extra work for you, otherwise it’ll never be ready for tomorrow, for whatever it is you have planned.”

Star stood agape; eyes wide in disbelief.

“That’s right you thought I wouldn’t notice, eh? You’ve got us here decorating the throne room, using the back entrance, like we wouldn’t notice you’ve got all the palace staff in that – that big hall thing?”

“The foyer?”

“What - ever! And all this stuff about ‘getting it done early’, what exactly are you planning?”

Looking up at her the change was clear. There was an orderliness to Dash’s mind now, no longer dominated by thoughts of sex, it seemed focus had shifted towards the one thing that she knew felt even better: winning.

“You really want to know?” Star asked, an air of caution to her voice.

Dash moved in, still suspended in mid air, nose to nose with her erstwhile master. “Nah! I don’t really care.”

Suddenly, Dash was behind her again, hovering above Fluttershy, still lying half-prone on the floor. “Truth is, I just want you to know that I know you’re up to something.” She landed with a thud; the air knocked out of her ‘seat’ with a modest squeak at the sudden impact.

“PEOPLE. ARE. TALKING.” The flyer bellowed, pounding Fluttershy’s newly reddened ass with each syllable. “If you make one more sound without my permission, I’ll make you crawl your massive, saggy tits back around the room licking the disgusting mess you made as you go! Is that clear?”

There was a long stretch of silence, punctuated briefly by Applejack’s incoherent mumbling, then shattered as Dash turned and wormed her fingers between Fluttershy’s lips, stretching her mouth into a painful rictus. “IS. THAT. CLEAR?”

“Yesh! Yesh! I’m sho sowwy!”

“Not yet you’re not.” An unnerving laugh to her lips, Dash couldn’t help herself, smiling with predatory delight. “See, Applejack is fine –“

Star quirked an eyebrow. “She’s fine?”

"You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

"I mean she's good - she's great! She's strong, and she's confident -"

"And she's perd'y as a picture." Star added. "And she messes with you. She challenges you. She doesn't let you get away with anything. And now she's right here. Helpless. Ready to let you do whatever you want with her, and all you have to do to have her -"

"It doesn't matter."

Star looked on for a moment, studying her face in an attempt to discern her meaning even as she continued to idly toy with the woman upon whom she sat.

"I know that you think about her. A lot."

"I do."

"Then why -"

"Because that's not what this is about." Dash replied. "This is about you needing something from me."

Confidence was radiating off of her, the sight of Fluttershy’s twisted and pained smile only feeding the flame. “And now that I know you need me, I know that I’ve got leverage.”

“Excuse me‽” Star spat back, storming toward the pair. “You think you have leverage over me‽”

Oozing with imperiousness Dash remained planted, slowly beginning to grind against her ‘chair’ again as if to show her total disinterest in civil discussion.

“I can make you do it. I can make you do anything I want.”

Another climax left fresh cum to drip down Fluttershy’s sides, running like streams along the deep valleys of the woman’s folds. “I don’t think so.” She breathed, glowing with orgasmic bliss.

“I think you put me in charge of this one for a reason.” Her fingers dug deeply into her silent partner’s back, reinforcing her claim to ownership with sharp red marks along her skin, the rolling of her hips accelerating as the larger woman stifled herself. “I bet I have some kinda’ super brain that makes it impossible to order me around the way you do Shy and AJ.”

“Five minutes ago, you didn’t even know Applejack existed!”

“Because I was distracted.” She grunted. “But now that I’m paying attention there’s no way that kinda’ thing will work. That’s why we’re even talking isn’t it? You’re trying to use her to buy me off!”

Star stood speechless, unable to articulate - to even fully comprehend - the extent to which Dash had misjudged her position.

It was her own fault. She knew that.

Leaving her friends with any free will was always going to carry risks.

Mindless, obedient servitude had its place, but anyone could be used for that. The truth was that Star simply preferred having friends to having property…most of the time, anyway. Letting them be themselves, if slightly more agreeable and entertaining versions, was a reward, a sign of affection, and not one that everyone was so lucky to receive.

It just so happened that for Dash, being 'herself 'meant being an enormous brat.

Always thinking herself special, even when she was every bit the same brainwashed toy as the woman upon whom she sat.

There was a more than significant part of Star that respected the way she pushed her luck, the way she took what she wanted, and then took even more.

It was a quality they shared.

Still, it was obvious to Star now that that was part of the problem. Her new adversary, it seemed, fancied herself a queen, sat atop a throne of quivering, moaning, flesh, having convinced herself that the roles couldn’t be reversed with little more than a snap of her fingers.

The thought conjured vivid images in Star’s mind.

The sight of Dash crushed beneath Fluttershy's massive hips, struggling under the larger woman’s weight, reduced to from flying ace to grinding post in the span of a second. The sound of a voice, normally meek and quiet, twisted into something violent and bellicose rang through Star’s ears, hurling cruel insults at a once proud woman, smiling and agreeing with each and every one.

It seemed a fitting punishment, but also an incomplete one.

She had given Dash one of her own personal sex slaves and offered another for the pittance of completing a task to which she had already agreed. Merely making her comply was hardly enough, more important was ensuring that Dash, the ‘real’ Dash learned her lesson.

The thought left her stewing, the part of her that respected the speedster boiled and devoured by a part much more concerned with seeing her put in her place. Eyes upon Fluttershy now, half-mesmerised by the rocking of her lusciously overripe body, a new idea took shape.

Hypnosis and mind control had long since become her preferred method of dealing with problems, but they were far from the only strings to her bow.

As narrow hips continued to roll along the back of the simpering mess beneath, Star came to her conclusion.

If Dash was so sure of her ‘super brain’ and ‘indomitable will’ then she would have the chance to prove their worth. The two of them would see once and for all the extent of the tiny athlete’s dominance.

A nakedly insincere smile forced itself upon Star’s lips, accompanied by a tone to match.

“Fine.”

A gesture for Dash to rise from her ‘seat’ was roundly ignored, the imperious woman instead grabbing hold of Fluttershy’s hair with either hand and pulling back with vicious force. Head jerked backward, a crooked grin on her face, Fluttershy whimpered as Dash ground out yet another climax at her expense.

“I’m not finished with you, you little slut. Don’t think for a second that your punishment is over.”

Reluctantly, Dash released her grip, dropping from her perch to her feet and beginning to make space for Star. As the mage made her approach Dash froze for just a moment, spinning on her heel and laying one final, ferocious strike against Fluttershy’s ass, a ripple flowing from the point of impact across the entirety of her body, like a boulder thrown into a still pond. The loud crack was drowned out, suffocated under of a long, low croak as Fluttershy’s eyes slammed shut, narrowly resisting the urge to fling her hands between her legs, to collapse in on herself like a building in an earthquake.

Still, the animal keeper resisted, holding steady in the same half-prone position as Dash stepped back, hiding a pang of disappointment at the lack of a total implosion.

Star’s outstretched hand helped her to one knee, much of her formerly olive toned skin now bright red with the marks of Dash’s overindulgence. Not that she was one to complain.

“I suppose this must have been pretty confusing to listen to.”

Shy looked past Star to Dash, savage and smiling.

“Don’t think about her, you’re speaking with me right now. You have my permission.”

Her eyes met Stars, and in an instant all hesitation melted away.

“Just a little... I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Cradling the kneeling woman’s head in her hands, Star rested her thumbs upon Fluttershy’s eye lids, gently pressing them closed without resistance or question.

“Listen deeply Fluttershy.” She whispered, her voice tender and loving. “Hear me speak to the parts of your mind that only I can reach, and know that my words are only the truth. You can see and think about Applejack again.”

The hands moved away, Fluttershy’s eyes opening anew. “Oh-oh my.”

“See what all the fuss is about?”

Fluttershy could hardly process what it was she was witnessing.

There Applejack was, trussed up in shiny, pink wrap, laying flat on the floor, broad, powerful muscles flexing and straining, but getting nowhere.

“Y – You did that to her?”

Star helped Fluttershy fully to her feet, staying out of the way as, for the second time, a winged woman became transfixed at the sight of her friend, vulnerable and defenceless.

“She did it to herself, all I did was tie the knots.”

Drawing closer, Star's hands began to caress Fluttershy's legs, drifting up along padded thighs before coming to rest upon an all to inviting ass.

"Don't worry, it's for her own good." Fluttershy quivered and shook with each gentle pass, the tenderness of her skin making even the briefest bit of contact a joy all its own. "You and she actually have quite a bit in common..."

"We... do?"

"Of course! Applejack is strong and tough on the outside, but on the inside all she wants is to be weak and helpless..." Fluttershy felt kiss on her stomach, the tickle of hair nuzzling between her breasts, an odd but welcome contrast with the pain to which she had become so accustomed. "And you - so soft and cuddly -" Star continued, her hands groping and sinking deeply as if to prove her point. "- it's hard to believe you're the same woman who can tame beasts and monsters with only a stare..."

“Hey!” Star’s indulgence was briefly interrupted, her focus broken by the coarse sound of Dash’s whining. “I’m waiiiiiiiiiting!”

Star sighed. "Speaking of beasts!" She grumbled, just loudly enough to be sure Dash heard, though she evinced little sign that she cared. "I think that's something that we may have in common."

Shy stared down, watching as Star's hands played idly with one of her piercings, tugging on the still rigid nub, though more to fidget than arouse.

"I know what's best for people, I always have."

A particularly long tug drew the nipple taught, stretching it just far enough for Fluttershy to delight in the feel of modest discomfort.

"But most of the time they're just too stubborn to listen..." She continued, letting go, then resuming her play. "If I know how to make people happy, if I know exactly where they belong, how they can live up to their fullest potential, be their best selves, don't I have an obligation to make that happen?"

Fluttershy said nothing, sensing this was now more a soliloquy than a conversation.

"Applejack made it easy on me. She let me in, and now look at her."

Shy did, and saw her, really saw her. Every inch of unblemished, taught muscle, quivering lightly in place.

"If you asked her - well not her - but if you asked Applejack, she would tell you she has never felt freer or happier."

Hands slid under breasts like sandbags, hefting them, examining them as one would fine produce.

"You made it harder on me. But you probably don't remember much of that."

Shy's brow furrowed as fragments passed through her mind. A strange recollection, a melange of half-memories and sensations that splintered the moment she tried to examine them.

When her focus was elsewhere, she could glean faint impressions, like portraits hung at a great distance she could just about discern the shape and colour. In one she was wrapped from head to toe in black latex, bound and spread upon a wooden horse, the feel of a lone rounded edge, rough and coarse, wedged between her legs and bringing her to the brink as she was split apart.

In another she was nude, hands folded behind her head and bent over at ninety degrees. A pair of short silver chains hanging from either tit, tiny weights dangling at their ends, her chest begging her to fall to the ground, to offer relief, but her body refusing to oblige.

All the while there was a voice, cool and confident, whispering to her. An odd sensation coming with it, the feeling of recognition, that the voice was familiar even as placing its owner remained impossible. It spoke to her, affirming to her how good she felt, how much better it would feel, describing to her long held secret fantasies and offering new ones that expanded their number. All the pleasure that would be hers if only she would just listen, surrender, and obey.

Yet as she tried to interrogate further, to better understand, her mind faltered.

As she approached these distant yet somehow vivid memories, they shifted before her. Shiny plastic became knitted wool, the wooden horse, her favourite chair. The incessant pull of weights upon her chest turned to the feel of morning sun upon her skin, and the whispers became little more than the din of idle conversation.

"It didn't matter though." Star continued, drawing Shy back to reality. "I knew that in the end it was what was best for you, best for all of us, so I persisted."

Suddenly, the grip on her chest grew tighter. "And now you're all mine."

Fluttershy's legs began to weaken beneath her as Star's fingers dug more and more deeply into her skin. "And you love it, right?"

"Yessssssss." She squeaked.

"It's the same way you deal with your animals, you love them, and you take care of them, you would do anything for them, but you still make sure they know their place."

Magic took hold of Star's hand, her grip going beyond what could be offered by digits unaccustomed to exertion, now clamping down in a manner akin to a vice.

"You give them everything." Star breathed, her hand releasing suddenly and drifting lower, resting upon Fluttershy's tummy. "And all you ask in return is compliance."

Shy gasped as Star's hand fell away, looking down at her, not fully following. Her thoughts routinely interrupted by the sensation of hands now kneading and massaging her belly.

"I've got a favour to ask." She cooed, hands still drawing swirls in the sweat upon Shy's skin. "Two actually, but the first is the biggest."

A tingle ran its way through Shy, wending its way up through her as Star continued to speak.

“I’ve been working on something for a while now, just for you.” Fluttershy felt hands drag along her body, sliding across her sides as Star disappeared to her rear. “It’ll really help me if you go along, but if you feel like you’ve had enough for today th-“

“I can handle it.”

There was a pause, a momentary break in rhythm, the mage taken aback by the instant surety in her subject's voice. Then one more kiss, this time upon her shoulder blade. “I know you can.”

Dash looked on at them, eager anticipation at war with impatience as the pair spoke, desperate to know what it was that Star had to offer.

Taking a step back, the mage’s hands spread shoulder width apart, her eyes closing. The entire world began to fade into the distance, her fullest attention now devoted to the task she had set for herself, and nothing else.

In a few moments it became audible, a faint crackle in the air that grew steadily in volume and frequency with each passing moment. Her eyes open again, Star could see clearly the fruits of her efforts as thin lines of electricity danced between her fingertips, their pale blue light flickering an uncountable number of times in each fraction of a second.

Rapt fascination had taken hold of Dash, looking on in fascination as excitement took hold between her legs.

At the same time, Fluttershy could hear it from behind, the sound approaching, rising in pitch, bringing with it feelings near identical to those of her spectator, though for near opposite reasons.

Expectancy had thoroughly taken hold, her every muscle tensed in preparation for… something. In the cavernous hall the sound was totally inaudible, but as seconds stretched on into eternity the scintillating crackle filled her mind. The delay was always the strangest part. She was never quite sure which she enjoyed more: being kept waiting, perpetually on edge, or the arrival of the punishment itself.

Every moment spent in suspense compounded on the one that preceded it. Knowing that Star was behind her, watching her, with whatever it was she had planned, ready to -.

“AHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!”

Without warning a pair of hands grabbed onto her sides, the feeling of the contact buried in less than an instant by the prompt, unfamiliar jolt of energy, leaping from its source to its new host.

The current rampaged through every cell in her body, the feeling consuming her fully before she even had a chance to react. Every muscle tensed in unison, then released just as suddenly, falling back into Star’s arms, and when those were inadequate, the magic that followed.

“I didn’t know she could get that loud!”

Neither had Star, lowering her to the ground with care even as paroxysms continued to rock her, the occasional guttural groan rumbling out through her as she lay on the floor in orgasmic bliss.

“How was that?” Star asked, the answer already redundant.

“I – I -.” Fluttershy began, but something stopped her, another wave - a tsunami, cresting and crashing over a woman utterly unprepared for their arrival.

Her hands shot down between her thighs as thunder followed Star’s lightning show, arriving far too late, the job already done. The floor beneath her was drenched, a trail of cum stretching well beyond its source, a climax the likes of which she had never felt, rocking her to her very centre.

“Did she just?...”

“I think she did.”

There was no shortage of pride in Star, nothing quite compared to the perfect execution of a spell, especially one she had spent so long perfecting. It was supposed to be a gift, a little something to celebrate once all her plans were well and truly completed, but using it a few days early was worth it to see Fluttershy’s reaction, and even more so to see Dash’s.

The ever-competitive flier was seething, fuming at the idea that Star had managed to inspire a response so much greater than what she had managed.

“I never pegged you for a squirter, Shy.”

“I – I’m -” The woman, flat on her back, spoke in stops and starts between deep, ragged breaths, the same rolling waves that had hit her still coming, though weaker each time, desperately hoping for another one to sneak up and press her over the edge again. “I don’t – I’m not- I – I – I don’t know - ”

“I take it that was something you might want to do again?”

“YES! Y- Yes please, Miss Star, puh-please may I have another?” Shy looked up into Star’s smiling face and felt, her mind immersed in a thick haze of emotion and ecstasy. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before, there was no single point, no sensitive area, instead a deep radiating ache that permeated her entire body.

She wobbled to her feet, Star catching her and offering support even as she begged. “You can do whatever you want with me, please Miss Star.”

“Alright!” Dash interjected; the pair having almost forgotten her presence. “So, you could – you could make it so I could do that?”

“Well, you wouldn’t get the light show…” Her thumb and fore finger formed a new circuit, sparks beginning to dance between their tips, though much more weakly than they had done before. “But now that Shy knows what to expect.” Star’s hand fell upon Fluttershy’s tummy, the weaker current thrumming through her body, spreading out in all directions and turning her legs to jelly as yet more of her arousal gushed down her thighs. “It’s just a matter of whispering in her ear. A few magic words and suddenly you could get the exact same reaction…” Her hand pulled away to the sound of yet more mewling and whimpering on Fluttershy’s part. “If that’s what she wants, that is.”

“I guess if you made it so I could do… that, I could maybe throw some decorations around.”

“Oh really? You’ll ‘throw some around’? That doesn’t sound like a fair deal to me, what about you, Shy?”

Still wobbly, unused to being in the middle, Fluttershy merely squeaked. “I – I don’t…”

“If you promise to do a good job, you’ll get your rewards later.”

“Star! I’m hurt! Do you really think I’m the kind of person who would put off hard work just to play with a couple of new toys?”

Star glowered, almost offended by Dash’s transparent affectation. There was brief consideration paid to making sure she did as she was told, but someone was about to take care of that on her behalf.

“I think you need someone here making sure that you don’t, and since Applejack is a bit… tied up.” Star turned to a pensive looking Fluttershy. “I’ll be trusting you to make sure things get done properly.”

The statement hung in the air a moment. Lost upon the teal-eyed woman for whom it was meant.

“W-What! I can’t – how will I?”

“It’s easy, Shy. Just tell her that until she makes this whole room immaculate, to your satisfaction, she doesn’t get to lay a finger on you.”

Both parties looked non-plussed at the suggestion, one with accents of worry, the other, frustration. The puppeteer, however, persisted, plying the reluctant woman into tentative action with little more than a reassuring grin.

“D – Dash you…” She felt her entire body freeze mid-sentence, paralysed and unable to continue, to Dash’s not even faintly disguised delight.

Star, however, was far less intimidated.

A platform of solid air, bound together with magic, took shape under her feet, lifting her up off of the ground. Wrapping arms around her, sinking into her pliant curves, Star wrested her chin on Fluttershy’s shoulder, rocking her gently from side to side, and began to whisper.

“Look at her Fluttershy, the hunger in her eyes, that wet patch between her legs…” Star could actually feel the woman’s heart accelerate but kept the same gentle sway. “She wants you. She needs you.”

Star’s eyes met Dash’s, the latter’s displeasure now more than obvious. Her little brat was on the brink of a tantrum, but still Star continued, quietly cooing reassurance into Shy’s ear.

"She's like an animal in heat, Shy. We both know what I want is for the best, but she's too distracted to see it."

Back and forth the pair rocked, slowly and steadily.

“And now we're losing precious time arguing about it.”

Basking in the glow of Dash’s white-hot fury.

“It's for her own good, Shy. Help her understand her place.”

“Rainbow Dash!” The chubby woman yelled, the authority in her voice taking all parties by surprise, though none more so than herself. “Until you finish your work I am in charge!”

A pit opened in the athlete’s stomach, a feeling, sudden and terrible, swallowing her whole. It was the sort of sensation she could only recall faintly, images of a stern adult chastising a small child running through her mind’s eye.

“You won’t get to lay a single finger on me until I am satisfied that every single balloon and streamer is hung perfectly. Is that understood?”

Dash looked at the pair, seeing in one an uncommon kind of determination, and in the other, an ebullient, mocking joy.

“I couldn’t have put it better myself.” Star murmured, still enjoying the feel of Fluttershy’s softness against her.

“I’m going to paddle your fat ass raw for saying that.” Dash spat.

A thrill ran its way up Fluttershy’s spine at the threat, there were few things that she would like better, but she made sure not to show it. Not now anyway.

Escaping from Starlight’s grasp she drew up to Dash, standing almost twice her height, and, for the first time, actually feeling like it. The well-padded woman was naked now, the few scraps that she had worn earlier torn and disposed of ages ago, slick with sweat, cum, and saliva, but in that moment, she truly felt intimidating.

“Maybe.” She hissed. “But only if you get your work done first.”

Star could scarcely put to words how good she felt. The sheer pleasure of seeing the woman whom she had so thoroughly spoiled finally being taught some much needed humility.

As the pair stared each other down it was hard to imagine the roles they had occupied only a few minutes prior, and harder still to decide who would be first to yield. Dash, steely eyed, but clearly nursing a wounded ego, or Fluttershy, determined but unused to the influence she now sought to control.

It was a question Star desperately wanted to be answered, though as luck would have it she didn’t need to wait long.

“Fine…” Dash replied through gritted teeth. “I’ll do the stupid decorations.”

Triumph swelled in Starlight’s chest as smug satisfaction drained from Dash’s face, quickly replaced with something more renitent, as she struggled desperately to retain some semblance of her oh so important ‘cool’.

Turning on her heel and facing toward the decoration table she began to rise into the air, only to freeze a second later as Fluttershy’s voice once again pierced the air.

"Wait!”

Turning to face her, Dash saw Shy, arms crossed over enormous breasts, a look of discontent upon her normally gentle features.

“I want an apology.” Star practically choked on thin air, snickering as Dash’s face twisted itself into something devoid of her usual unshakable confidence.

“What‽”

From over Fluttershy’s shoulder Dash saw Star, grinning widely and waving in her direction.

“You cannot be serious! What could I possibly have to apologise to you for‽”

“You were rude to Star, you argued with me, and you wasted both of our time.”

“Any time that you spend doing something other than making me cum is wasted time.” She spat back. “I’m not apologising.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, a flicker of doubt, but as her eyes roamed Dash’s body, it began to fade. The signs of receding dominance were something she had grown accustomed to seeing in her animals, the look of realisation that came when one knew it was no longer the alpha of its pack. In the rapid rise and fall of Dash’s tiny breasts, the insecurity in her eyes, it was all there, plain as day, in need of only one final push.

“I understand.” She replied, turning back towards Star.

She could feel the eyes upon her as she walked away, transfixed upon the sway of her hips as she moved. Dash would always be her alpha, submitting to her was something that she did gladly and without resentment, but Star had opened her eyes to something. There was more to herself than she had realised, and certainly more to Applejack than she had previously considered.

Now at Star’s side, turning to face Dash once again and seeing her as she was in this moment, confused, upset, and perhaps even vulnerable, it was hard not to think that there might be more to her as well.

“I don’t want you to set up that electric thing for her.”

Dash’s eyes went wide while her stomach fell through the floor.

“Not until she learns some respect for other people’s time.”

“Oh really? Are you sure Dash will be okay with that?”

Shy turned to face an absolutely livid Dash, making a point to keep perfect eye contact with her as she spoke. “I don’t care what that inconsiderate brat is okay with.”

Arms slung themselves over Star’s neck, pulling her close, her face buried between unimaginably soft mounds on either side. “You, however, can do it any time you want.”

Star’s own arms returned the favour, wrapping themselves around her partner as best they could, sinking into her sides, and sliding along her back.

“You can do anything you want with me.”

Almost dancing with one another, the pair maneuvered, careful to give Dash the fullest view possible of everything that she would be missing.

“Anything you want, any time you want, I’m all yours.”

Star hardly needed Fluttershy’s permission in that regard, but then, it wasn’t really for her benefit. They could feel it, both of them. Jealousy and humiliation coming off from behind in violent waves, as they continued to circle in place.

Star’s hands slid downward, groping, sinking, and disappearing almost entirely. “What if I want to paddle this fat ass of yours?” She half mumbled into Fluttershy’s suffocating chest.

“That’s what its there for.”

“Or drag you across the room by your cow-tits?”

Fluttershy smirked, adding a wiggle to her over-wide hips. “Star, that’s the kind of threat I’d expect from Dash. I know you can do better.”

Fluttershy felt Dash’s eyes upon her, boring holes through her, needing only a little shove further.

“In fact, I’ve got some ideas that I know Dash could never manage.”

“ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!”

Neither bothered to turn, to even acknowledge the outburst, simply continuing to turn in place, enjoying the feel of the other’s company.

“Did you hear something Star?”

“Mmmmmm, not a thing Fluttershy.”

“I’M SORRY, OKAY?”

The pair stopped in place, peeling apart, though only barely, so that Fluttershy could more fully see the contrite look on Dash’s face.

“For what?”

A long sigh passed from Dash’s lips. “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

A few strides brought the taller woman over to the athlete, her hands falling lightly upon the athlete’s shoulders. “And Star?”

“I’m…” Dash paused, the words trapped and jagged in her throat. Fluttershy moved to her rear, her tummy pressed against Dash’s back, the weight her massive breasts sitting upon her shoulders as tender hands massaged her upper back.

“You’re so close Dashie, just say the words.” Her hands continued to rub the smaller woman’s taught, toned body, dancing along her stomach before settling between her legs. “I know you want to.” She whispered as her fingers began to massage the space between Dash’s thighs. “It feels so good to submit Dashie.” Her voice was kind but forceful, her movements purposeful and direct. “I know you want to be a good girl for me, for us.”

The feel of her touch upon Dash as fingers spread her slit wide was of a different character entirely. The same digits that had brought her to completion innumerable times in the past no longer felt as if they were dedicated to her pleasure alone. They teased and lingered, aware of exactly how to bring Dash to climax but opting instead to keep her in a constant state of suspense.

“And if you behave yourself, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I’m sorry for wasting your time Star!” She blurted; the words more escaping than being spoken.

“That’s my good girl.” Shy cooed, her fingers withdrawing to the sound of needy whimpering. Moving back to Dash’s front, the pair bathed in the silence of the room around them, save for Applejack’s muffled gasping and half-hearted thrashing. In the tranquility Shy felt at home, a hand stroking prismatic hair that refused to lay flat, its owner, equally recalcitrant, choosing to look everywhere except into the taller woman’s eyes.

“That felt good, didn’t it?”

The silence persisted, though now punctuated by the sound of Star’s slow approach.

“I think I’m starting to see why you like being in charge so much…” Her voice was a whisper, the temporary sternness now a distant memory, replaced with her usual overflowing sweetness. “And I think you might be learning something similar.”

Dash’s eyes met hers, briefly, then darted away.

“I think we may need to rethink our little dynamic going forward, how about you?”

An awkward croak was the only reply, a sound Dash had never heard herself make as an inferno spread across her face.

Still unwilling to meet Fluttershy’s gaze, she felt a peck on her cheek, and the long drag of a tender hand along her well-muscled back.

Another bizarre vocalisation, this one more a squawk than a croak, left Shy’s smile to grow wider and sweeter. A gentle press of her hand turned the mute around, her eyes upon all the work that had been left unfinished.

“Now, get to work.”

Dash yelped as she felt a slap on her ass. “If you’re not done soon, Applejack and I will have to get started without you.”

Dash began to ascend, looking over he shoulder one final time, meeting Shy’s eye and breaking away, a sheepish and uncertain look still plastered upon her face as the pair below waved her on.

“That was pretty impressive.” Fluttershy felt a hand begin to dig into her side, followed swiftly by an electric jolt that buckled her knees and further irrigated the floor beneath her.

“Thuh – thank – y-y-you.”

Fluttershy, once again on the floor, wading in a puddle of her own juices, felt the hand move, now resting on the top of her head, stroking along her long, silken hair.

“Think you can keep her in line while I'm away?”

“Yuh – yes, I – I can do it, if that’s – if – if that’s what you want, I’ll d - do it.” Star felt the larger woman nuzzle up against her thigh, her body pressed against her leg.

“That’s my girl.” The hand, still upon Fluttershy’s head, took hold of the long pink locks, magic producing a new current, though a far less aggressive one, as a tug upon them lead her forward.

“I’ve got a bit of a busy day tomorrow.” Star mused as the pair arrived the nearby decoration table. The sensation had already begun to take hold of Fluttershy, a dull tingle flowing from from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, all the woman who held her reigns took hold of a scrap of paper and a pen.

"But you should be free."

The pen scratched its way along the sheet, jotting down a few lines before being laid back down upon the table.

"Because you have been such a good girl, and because I know I can trust you, I'm going to leave you with this."

Fluttershy groaned as energy continued to pour into her, barely managing to remain off of the ground.

"If Dash decides to give you any trouble, or if you want to just have a bit more fun with her, just do what it says on here."

Her face screwed up in a crooked, awkward smile, the paralytic sensation continuing to run through her, there was little Fluttershy could do to offer assent, managing only to moan, leak, and enjoy.

"Applejack is another matter. She's been a good sport, and I'd hate to see her left out..."

"Guhhhhhhhhhhh"

"So, I need you to make sure that she has a good time. There’s some suggestions and instructions here for that too, Alright?"

"Al - Arr - Argilth."

Her hand released Fluttershy’s hair, the woman beneath her falling flat to the floor, still groaning and lightly twitching.

"Dash has everything you need to know rattling around in her head, and now you know exactly how to ask her for it."

Wobbling back to her hands and knees again, Shy found Star waiting on her haunches to meet the still quivering woman’s gaze. As a blue pendant appeared between them Shy’s eyes were drawn in instantly, locking magnetically to it just as she had earlier in the evening, still every bit as susceptible even in her current torpor.

"The three of you have tomorrow free, which means that you'll need to find some way to keep busy..."

The gem swung back and forth before Fluttershy's eyes, dragging them along with it from one side to the other.

"Until tomorrow evening, you will remain in this state Fluttershy. You will not return to your 'waking self' until the day of the party. You have my permission to use the triggers on the paper to do the same to Dash and Applejack. Do you understand?"

“Yusssssssss…”

"Atta' girl." A shimmering blue light began to take hold of Star's body, her destination, her bedroom in the castle, appearing as clearly as day in her mind's eye. “I’ll see you in a couple days!” She chirped as the throne room began to disappear from in a haze of blue. “And don’t forget to have fun!”

Then, in a flash of light, she was gone.

"Star!" Applejack cried out to the open air, her own wadded shorts having finally been pulled from between her lips. "Star! Please! I'm beggin' ya! Please don’t!”

She felt the makeshift blindfold come undone, her bleary eyes staring into partial darkness and empty space. Still hardly able to move, she surveyed what little of her surroundings she could manage, searching for any sign of the woman who had bound her but finding none.

“Hi, Applejack.”

The farmer stopped just short of a shriek, biting her tongue and just barely managing to remain silent. The air before her, empty a second earlier, was now a woman, quickly recognised to be Fluttershy, looming over her still prone body and smiling sweetly.

“Can you see me now? I hope I did that right.”

“Shy…?”

“Oh! So, you can see me! I was worried, Star’s handwriting is a bit hard to read and-“

“Star? – Star! – Shy! Y'gotta help me! Star - Star's gone crazy - she tied me up! And - and -"

The smile only grew wider as Applejack more fully examined the woman in front of her. Even in the darkness of late evening it was clear something was amiss as the faint outline of pert nipples pressed against a hoodie zipped not even up to her navel.

"Shy?"

"Mhmmmm?"

"Why're ya' – why’re ya lookin’ at me like that?"

A hand reached out across the darkness, caressing a freckled cheek. “Star and I have been talking…”

Applejack groaned as any flicker of hope was smothered while Fluttershy’s voice took on a hint of wistfulness. “Well, she talked. I listened.”

"Shy, listen t'me. Y'can't trust Star, she - she's outta' her mind. Look'it what she did t'me."

"I know, Applejack. She's made a bit of a mess of you, hasn't she?"

The larger woman fell to her knees, leaning over Applejack so that her stomach pressed briefly to the restrained woman’s face. While Fluttershy fiddled with the knots that held Applejack’s wrists and ankles in place, the latter, pressed into the former’s tummy, could not help but recognise the overwhelming scent of arousal that lingered on her skin.

“Is that better?” She asked as limp limbs fell to the floor with a mild thud, including a neck no longer able to keep her head upright.

“Not quite.” Applejack muttered to the floor.

“Just a second. We’ll get you all fixed up.”

“We?”

Applejack felt hands upon either shoulder, rolling her, limp and unresisting, onto her back. Expecting to see the distant, arched ceilings and intricate murals of the throne room’s ceiling, she instead found magenta eyes peering back at her.

“Hi, AJ!”

In an instant, her green eyes shrank to pinpricks. “D – Dash?”

The expression on the athlete’s face was easily recognisable, mirroring that of Shy’s though slightly warped. A smug, smarmy grin, that stretched from ear to ear and eyes that gleamed with condescension.

Tender hands that Applejack recognised to be Shy’s propped up her head and laid it softly upon folded, pillowy thighs while Dash joined her on the floor. Her smile expanding as she went.

“I just want you to know that I think it’s adorable that you have a little crush on me, AJ.”

“I – I do not!”

Dash put hands to Applejack’s stomach, sending a quiver rushing through her and searing her freckled face scarlet.

“You don’t need to lie to us Applejack. Star made sure that we knew everything we needed to before she left.”

“Star’s a liar! She did somethin’ t’me! T’us! We gotta –“ Applejack’s protest melted into a long, but conflicted moan as Dash once again put her hands to use, running up along her torso and brushing lightly along her chest.

“That – that wasn’t because of you!”

Dash snickered, leaving Applejack to turn redder still. Too weak to even crane her neck upward she was left at the wonderbolt’s mercy, unable to do anything except stare into Fluttershy’s kind but unnerving expression above her.

“I always knew how awesome I was, but I didn’t realise you knew. Getting all tied up just to get my attention was a nice touch by the way, good to know my new pet knows her place.”

“I did nuhhhhhhhhh.” Dash’s hands went low again, spreading Applejack’s thighs apart. “I am nahhhhhhhht.” She half protested as a single finger brushed along her slit. “Stop doin’ that!

She laughed. “I’m hardly doing anything! You must really have it bad for me. You cum almost as easy as fat-tits overthere-.”

Dash froze as Shy’s eyes, now narrowed to slits, met her own, and her kind expression turned sour.

“I – uh – sorry – I meant – I’m sorry Shy – Miss! Shy!”

Geniality reimposed itself upon Shy’s features. “That’s alright Dashie. You’re still learning your place after all.”

The contrite expression on Dash’s face faltered, though for only a split second.

“Oh, and Dash. Rainbow Crash.”

Dash’s eyes lost focus, beginning to blink unevenly, as her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled out.

“She means well. But we both know if I let her get away with anything she’ll just keep pushing her luck.” Fluttershy told Applejack, still taken off guard by both Dash’s profanity and her current state of being. “First rule of training a new pet: setting boundaries.”

“Pet…?” Applejack asked as Shy’s fingers brushed blonde locks from across her forehead.

“I know you belong to Star, but she’s decided that I can have you until the party-“

“I don’t ‘belong’ to anyone!”

“Oh, of course you don’t, Applejack.” She cooed, her tone thick with insincerity. “You’re far too strong to belong to anyone. You make your own decisions.”

“That’s – That’s right.”

“It’s a shame too, I think you’d be just perfect, and you know how I love to spoil my pets.”

Shifting her weight slightly, Fluttershy propped Applejack up, offering a glimpse of a still docile Dash. “Look at her. She belongs to me – for now anyway. If I said something like: ‘Make Applejack cum.’.”

Suddenly Applejack felt it. Dash’s lips upon her, first sucking on her clit then moving lower, her tongue pressing to her slit as if to taste, then beginning to outright devour her.

“Shy – puh – please.”

Another climax overcame her, Dash’s face soon splattered with cum though continuing apace with her proscribed duties.

“I don’t – don’t.”

“I know Applejack, you don’t want this.” She murmured, hands massaging Applejack’s temples. “You don’t want to be laying here, totally helpless as Dash eats you out, but there’s nothing you can do.”

“There’s – There’s noth-“ A haze upon her mind Applejack struggled to follow, bathed in the glow of incessant stimulation and numbing relaxation.

“You don’t want to be my little pet the way she is, no matter how good it makes you feel, but you don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t…“

“It’s not your fault. You want to escape, you want to run, but you already know Star is in your head, and you don’t know what she’s capable of. If you tried to get away things might get even worse for you.”

“That’s – that’s.” Another climax broke what little concentration she had managed to muster, leaving Fluttershy with free reign over an increasingly malleable mind.

“So maybe it’s for the best if you just pretend to be my little pet, just for a while, until you figure out what your next move should be.”

“Pretend…?”

“You’ll do as I say.” She was quick to clarify. “Dash and I will make sure of that.”

Through the dense fog that clouded her thoughts Applejack managed to muster a sliver of concentration.

“I’ll make sure she keeps a close eye on you. At least until I’m sure you’re properly trained that is.”

“I – I don’t know…”

Her hands once again idle, Fluttershy snapped, drawing Dash’s attention. “You don’t have to. I know exactly what you need, Applejack. I know what’s best for you.”

Fluttershy tapped her finger to Applejack’s forehead, then pulled it back, sensing the sudden shift in her thrall as sorely missed strength returned to her body. “Crash, stop.”

The still scattered woman took heed, rising to her knees as cum and saliva dripped from her lips to her tracksuit.

“Go on, Applejack.”

The farmer rolled to her side, the feel of her own body somehow foreign after having been detached for so long. As she found her footing she was soon joined by Fluttershy, standing before her.

“Now, why don’t you get yourself dressed. Then we can head back to the hotel.”

Still uneasy on her feet, the farmer spied her clothes, neatly folded and off to one side.

“Okay…”

In the blink of an eye, she was covered again. Mostly anyway. Her jeans were a shredded mess but were still better than going out in her shorts. Though next to a practically topless Fluttershy and Dash, dressed but drenched, it was hard to know if anyone would notice.

Then, like a tonne of bricks it hit her.

She was thinking of leaving with them. She had a chance. She was free. She felt like herself again. The only woman who could stop her was still sat on the floor, a burbling mess, leaving her to wonder why it was that she wasn’t already running?

“Come along, Applejack.”

Fluttershy beckoned her with a crooked finger, and like a toy on a string she felt herself pulled towards her.

With each step she envisioned herself blowing past the pair and rushing toward the towering marble doors, yet in her mind’s eye the result was clear. She would make her attempt, but something would stop her. Her body would betray her, or she would blink and find herself at Fluttershy’s feet, just as had happened with Star hours before. Her strength would be ripped from her body, followed swiftly by her clothes, and Dash would be upon her, bringing her to climax simply through touch…

She shook her head. She wouldn’t let that happen. Wouldn’t let herself be humiliated like that.

She arrived before Fluttershy as instructed, the chubby woman looking her up and down. It was hard not to notice the look in her eyes. An odd gleam that gave the impression she was being evaluated or studied.

She was just playing along of course. Only until she could find a better opportunity. But if Fluttershy ordered her to bow, or to present her wrists to be bound again, she would have to do it…obviously.

Fortunately there was nothing so dramatic. The pink-haired beauty content to ask only a simple question. “Are you going to be my good girl, Applejack?”

A smile forced itself across her lips. “Yes… Miss”

Fluttershy smiled and turned. “Oh, Crash!”

The vacant eyed doll stared back at the pair, awaiting instruction. “Back to normal, please.”

Another series of uneven blinks ensued, followed shortly after by an embarrassed groan as Dash returned to reality.

“We’re going.”

Dash was quick to her feet, though still reacquainting herself with the waking world.

“I want you to keep a close eye on her.” Fluttershy ordered, gesturing towards Applejack. “You have my permission to do whatever you need to to keep her in line.”

A look of predatory delight blossomed in Dash, matched by an electric thrum that ran it’s way all throughout Applejack’s body.

She would get away… she just needed a bit more time.

Author's Note

Yah, so this is still happening I guess...
Sorry for the lack of hypno in this chapter, there will be a great deal more in the next bit.

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Guests of Honour ✓ (Part 1)

“-and pray promise me you will not stray too far, sister.”

“Yes, Luna. I promise.” Celestia replied with a roll of her eyes. The rhythmic clicking of the soles of gold and silver sandals ticking away like twin metronomes along the empty corridor.

“Take heed, sister. Please do not leave my side. Not even for a moment.”

Led by the arm, Celestia rounded the corner, her younger sister’s grip fixed around her bicep, nails digging into her like the jaws of a bear trap.

“Honestly, Luna, at some point you’re going to have to learn to be more independent.” She tutted, putting a hand to the shorter sister’s head and mussing with ethereal, star-laden hair. “We’re supposed to be retiring! I won’t always be around to look after you.”

The night-princess bit her lip, her fingers clenching more tightly. “I – I am merely concerned…” She said, hesitating a moment longer.

“Forget about concern! One way or another, tonight will be a new beginning for you! For both of us!”

“You… you know well my difficulties with being around others.”

“But you were doing so much better!” A cloud fell over Celestia’s face, her expression darkening. “Ever since you started spending time with her it seems like you’re at my side more than ever.” She snarled as the pair turned a corner, finding themselves in yet another empty corridor. “Besides, I doubt being around others will be much of an issue…”

“Please, not now, sister.”

“Look around you, Luna!” She half shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls and echoing down the hallway. “Where is everybody‽ Where are the guests? Twilight? Her friends?”

“No doubt, they are already gathered inside the-“

“The throne room? Where practically every villain we’ve faced these past few years has confronted us?”

“Sister-“

“There must be dozens of rooms in this castle that would have been a better choice for the coronation, but she-“ Celestia’s lips curled to a sneer, her eyes narrow and baleful. “- she chose the throne room. Because they always choose the throne room.”

“There is no ‘they’! There is Starlight Glimmer, friend to Twilight Sparkle, your pupil and I, your sister. Will you not relinquish your ridiculous conspiracies for just one evening more?”

“She had us come through the servant’s entrance, Luna! We are arriving without escorts, with no one to announce us!”

“You loathe to be announced! In all the millennia that I have known you, you have never once bemoaned the absence of a royal escort!”

“She is sending a message-”

“That she listens! That she cares more for your feelings than for pomp and ceremony!”

“If she really cared for my feelings, she would stop pestering me with her ridiculous, transparent attempts to seize influence. She would disappear like all the other villains Twilight has vanquished, and Equiestria would be all the better for it.”

Luna looked askance a moment, and bit her lip, but strengthened her hold.

“You have been silent this last week-“

“For Twilight’s sake. She has been kind enough not to bring up Starlight’s pretentions. We both know where I stand, and I hate to upset her.”

Luna stopped and spun on her heel, laying hands on Celestia’s shoulders and staring her down. “Then you will afford, I, your sister, the same consideration.”

“Luna, look around you! I thought she would at least try, but she isn’t even hiding it! She’s going to be in there, waiting for us, ready to reveal her evil plan, and-“

“Enough! I will have your word or I will have your silence. You will keep a civil tongue this day and you will not wander.”

“Luna, I’m just looking out for you – for both of you.”

“Your word!”

“You’re my sister, and I will always try to protect you, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Your. Word.”

Celestia sighed, her eye staring into Luna’s with a pitying sort of condescension as her sister’s grip grew tighter.

“I promise.”

Luna’s wrapped her arms around her sister and drew her close. On her toes, she rested her chin on Celestia’s shoulder and held her a moment.

“Gratitude, sister.”

From the centre of the throne room, Starlight watched as the towering slabs of pale white swung apart, the pair of princesses appearing in the growing aperture.

Princess Celestia was first to enter, as was convention.

Her right eye, unobscured by the radiant translucence of her ethereal hair took in the room, laid bare before her, a pang of annoyance coming with it. Loathe as she was to admit it, the throne room, lavishly ornamented, perhaps slightly to excess, but well within the bounds of good taste, was impressive.

Annoyance, however, quickly turned to disgust as she spied the one responsible. Starlight Glimmer stood just off from the centre of the room. She couldn’t help but scowl, seeing her dressed, as always, in plain jeans and a t-shirt, with choker was wrapped around her neck, with a silver chain and a blue gem, that looked as if it came as part of a Nightmare Night costume, unwilling to put even the barest effort to pretend.

As obvious as the trap was, she would play along. Though she had suffered more than her fair share of defeats recently, Starlight was another matter entirely. Through cunning and gimmicks, she had managed to best Twilight, but lacking even the faintest spark of divinity, she had radically overstepped in challenging her mentor.

The sun avatar’s gold-painted toes crossed the threshold and the room around her immediately began to transform.

The soft glow of late afternoon sunlight grew in intensity, pouring in through the stained glass of the windows that lined the walls. Drawn towards her, the torrent of multicolour wrapped jealously around her, lending the princess a radiant glow.

The scowl carved deeper as she caught sight of her adversary’s expression. The effect she had on mortals was well worn territory, and in other circumstances she may even have enjoyed seeing the audacious little whelp’s eyes go wide in awe.

Not now, though.

She adored her dress. It was truly some of Rarity’s finest work.

She loved the way that what crestfallen light failed to touch her immaculate, dark skin instead settled upon its golden fibres. She loved the bright yellow thread that wove patterns of sun and fire that shimmered all along its length.

But more than the dress itself, what she truly loved how she looked in it.

Though its right hem began just short of the floor and stretched the grand distance from her ankle to her hip, the right side was much less ambitious. A split along the dress left the long, smooth leg bare from the tips of her open toed sandals to the top of her supple thigh.

The sash of golden silk that wrapped around her mid-section was another highlight for her. Though it was tied as tightly as a corset she hardly felt it, and the inevitable comparisons to a certain sand-filled timepiece that it helped to invite would have been well worth any mild discomfort anyway.

Yet the touch she loved most were the twin straps that slung themselves around her neck. The wide bolts of cloth were the sole pieces of cover for her upper half, and cradled her breasts perfectly as they stretched under their weight, the darker brown of areola peeking just slightly out from beneath them.

It was the sort of outfit that she could never have worn as a ruler.

Wearing it out in her final royal appearance was to be a gift all its own. To see the scandalised faces of her soon-to-be former subjects and drink in their reactions as she passed the torch.

It was hard not to be disappointed that instead, the first to see her would be one so utterly unworthy.

Starlight fell to one knee, curls of purple and teal obscuring her face, though her eyes peeked through as long as they could. Her head went low and her arms stretched wide. Though playing a part, she did so on instinct as well. To simply be in the princess’s vicinity brought with it a strange feeling of compulsion, as if weighed upon by some ephemeral pressure.

“Welcome, Princess-“

“Starlight Glimmer!”

Without time to process, Star was swept from the ground, her eyes filled with a beaming smile and eyes to match as she was thrown into the air and caught again in a fond embrace. “Have you been well, my friend? It has been far too long!”

“Good afternoon, Princess-“ The hold only tightened, the hug turning from constricting to outright suffocating. “Luna! Just, Luna!”

“Just-Luna-I-can’t-“

“Oh, I beg your pardon.” Luna loosened her grip as the pair descended, placing Star back on the floor no worse for the wear. “Perhaps I allowed my excitement to get the better of me.”

Star took a few deep breaths, her lungs grateful to retrieve air that had been squeezed out. “Just a little.”

“These have been a trying few months of preparation, I am merely glad to see a friendly face.”

“I know, Luna, I’ve had a lot on my plate as well.”

“That much is clear! Your efforts were well spent, this room is a marvel!”

Starlight smiled up at Luna, who more than returned the favour. The pair had bonded almost upon meeting, a kinship founded first upon their shared experience as reformed villainesses, but then expanded as yet more commonalities made themselves known.

There was no one better with whom to discuss premodern literature, of which the Lunar Princess’s knowledge was near encyclopedic. When they spoke of history, she did so as if it had happened before her eyes, often because it had.

The formal and esoteric knowledge that would be impossible to find in any book, but also salacious details shared in confidence, like a tryst with a then future tyrant of the Crystal Empire.

If Luna alone had been ruler of Equestria the changing of leadership would be a tragedy, but as Star looked past her she was reminded that her friend was the lesser member of a matched set.

“Welcome, Princess Celestia” Star said, resuming her bow.

“You may rise, Starlight.” She replied, the chill in her voice so apparent it was a wonder her breath wasn’t visible. “Luna is right, this is all quite impressive.”

“You’re too kind, Princess. I-“

“It’s a shame your own appearance wasn’t given the same consideration.”

Luna shot her sister a withering look but found it ineffective.

“Nonetheless, you really seem to have gone all out.” The elder diarch swanned past the still half-kneeling mage, her sister’s glare only intensifying. “I see balloons, and streamers, and is that cake? You know how I love cake. I can’t think of anything else that could possibly be missing from a coronation, can you?”

Celestia’s eye fell upon Star with the weight of a mountain, as if intending to will the still bowed woman lower.

“What about you, Luna?”

The paler sister turned and glowered, her eyes thin and a growl to her lips.

“Perhaps you’ve noticed that the guests of honour haven’t arrived yet?”

“Ah, yes! The guests of honour! They must be what’s missing! Thank you for pointing that out, Starlight, that would’ve driven me crazy. So, tell me, where are the guests of honour?”

“Well, you know how traffic can be, Princess Celestia.”

“I could not agree more!” Luna interjected, planting herself firmly between the pair. “My sister and I so rarely see the city first hand, but we have heard endless concerns over matters of traffic from the advisors and councils that manage-“

“Where is Twilight, Star?” Celestia reasserted.

Starlight rose to her full height, though still only half that of her interlocutor, injecting a calm to her voice, she attempted to reply. “I just said-“

“Twilight can teleport.” Celestia skewered. “As can we. But I didn’t see her, or her friends when Luna and I were sneaking our way up through the servant’s entrance like common rabble.”

“Maybe she and our friends are just running late.”

“Twilight Sparkle? Is running late? To her own coronation?”

“It could happen.” Starlight shrugged.

“It most certainly could!” Luna intruded. “Perhaps there was some sort of emergency!”

“And what of the others? Hmm? There should be hundreds gathered here today, but I’ve yet to see a single other guest or member of the staff. Surely you don’t expect Twilight to be coronated with no one around to see it?”

Luna’s expression contorted, a twist between pleading, anger, and disappointment as she flitted between her sister and her friend.

“Princess, I assure you that there is nothing that I want more than to ensure that Twilight’s coronation goes off without a hitch.” Star replied, her voice taking on a faux-sincerity that threatened to turn Celestia’s stomach. “Why don’t we all just take a seat and wait for the others to arrive?”

Luna nodded furiously, a pleading smile under glaring eyes as she motioned to the single table off to the side.

“How long do you think we’ll be ‘waiting’?” Celestia asked with another chilling sigh.

Star replied with a wry smile “Not long. Besides, we can use the extra time to talk.”

“Wonderful…”

Celestia, with an air of resignation, turned from the pair and towards table, a sashay of prismatic hair briefly revealing her bare back and luscious rump.

The mage made to give chase, but felt a hand on her shoulder, cool to the touch, firm but perfectly gentle.

“Star. I apologise for my sister’s behaviour.” Luna whispered from overhead. “She has been feeling… unwell, these last few months, and I fear she is not herself.”

Celestia, had already pulled well beyond earshot, carried away by strides that made the fullest use of the well hewn pillars upon which she stood.

“That being said…” Luna turned and stood before Starlight, for the first time since her arrival, her sister was no longer in view, and could no longer overshadow her. “I must admit that I share some of her concerns.”

As pale as the moon itself, the Lunar Princess looked as if she had never once known the sun’s rays.

Even now, as light poured in through every window, there was a dull halo that hung about her, her surroundings just a touch dimmer, even as the silver of her dress continued to sparkle, as if the light itself was drawn to her and away from her surroundings.

Her eyes were guileless teal. Star had never quite gotten used to them. To the way they seemed to look deep within her, as if peering into her mind and soul. A terrifying prospect, but she knew well that this would not be an issue.

“I promise you, Luna. Everything is going to go to plan.” Those perfect, trusting eyes. “Twilight’s coronation will be everything she deserves. You trust me, don’t you?”

“I do trust you.” She affirmed, her voice turning just slightly dreamy while returning to her full, magnificent height. “There is not a doubt in my mind that you were the correct choice for this task.”

Star couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight, if only for a moment. Though she had spent far more time in Luna’s company, that did little to dampen the impact of her presence.

If Celestia was perfection in excess, then Luna was perfection in balance. The awe-inspiring proportions of the former were muted on the latter, though far from absent. There was an effortless athleticism about her, toned and faintly muscular, but still with curves to spare.

She had been less enthusiastic upon seeing her outfit than her older sister.

She liked the fingerless elbow gloves but would have traded them in a heartbeat for a neckline that didn’t plunge past her navel. Though the silver fabric that gave way to deep blues like the night sky were appealing, there was precious little of it to be had. Two long trails barely wider than her thumb went from her shoulders and met just slightly above waist before parting ways again at her sides, leaving her to envy her sister who was made to contend with only one split rather than two.

The thought of saying something had crossed her mind, but the sensibilities of modern fashion remained well beyond her understanding. She knew as well that every aspect of the process had gone through Starlight, and that if this is what she was expected to wear, that that was good enough for her.

“I had hoped that she could be remain civil this day, but please do not think ill of her… I wish I could say more, but you must understand it is not her fault…”

Star suppressed a devious smirk and put a hand to Luna’s back, running a consoling palm along taught, alabaster skin.

“I’m sure she just wants what’s best for Twilight. We both do.”

“I have tried to convince her as much, but I have been unable…”

“Don’t trouble yourself, Luna. Everything will work out for the best.”

The oppressive silence of the throne room settled upon the trio the moment they sat down. Broken sporadically by the scraping of metal upon porcelain, or porcelain upon marble, only to regenerate the moment that motion ceased again.

Celestia, content to wallow in the awkwardness, sat to one side, her eye on her plate, her fork carving a wedge of cake before sliding beneath it and carrying to her lips.

Luna, on the other hand, looked apprehensively from one end to the other, catching glimpses of Star’s easy smile and Celestia’s increasingly naked hostility as her toes tapped silently beneath the table at an ever quickening pace.

“Could you pass the eclairs?”

“Certainly!” Luna gushed, half leaping across the table to reach the platter. “The eclairs are delicious, are they not? Star has done a wonderful job on them.”

“I’m sure someone did, but I doubt that it was Star.”

Luna wined as the tray slid towards her sister who extracted a pastry and waved the rest away.

“Princess Celestia is right, Luna. Everything you see here was baked by Pinkie Pie.”

Celestia gave a mocking smirk in Luna’s direction, while the latter bit her lip. “That may be so, but the choice of serving dishes and silverware to complement them is inspired, surely that was your doing, Star.”

Starlight traced a finger along the edge of her plate. Feeling the delicately inlaid designs that wrapped around it. The complexity of the patterns told the tale, a gift from one of the eastern lands, returned to Equestria as treasures from the first explorers to set foot so far beyond the nations borders.

“Thank you, Luna. I thought you might-“

“Anyone can buy a fancy looking dish, Luna.”

Luna scowled in her sister’s direction.

“Actually, this is far from simple, bargain tableware. I spent days searching through the royal vault for something worthy of the occasion, and-“

Star was interrupted by the sound of metal clattering to the floor. Celestia’s fingers, which had a held a fork a moment earlier were now empty, her normally half lidded eye fully open, her lips still half parted, as if waiting for the fork to return.

“You broke into the royal vault‽”

Star chuckled. “I didn’t break in, Twilight was kind enough to let me inside before she left.”

“She left it open for you‽”

“Sister!” Luna hissed.

“I explicitly told her-“

“Shen mentioned as much. But when I told her how important it was to me she decided she could make an exception, as long as it remained our little secret…” Starlight looked across the table, bemused. “Oops.”

The fork came to life under a golden aura, briefly taking on a searing orange glow, bathed in an intense heat that sanitized it down to the atom. “How could she be so irresponsible…” Celestia murmured to herself.

The façade of bored indifference and thinly veiled contempt had slipped, if only for a moment, already beginning to replace itself upon her royal visage.

“Please don’t blame her, Princess Celestia. It’s my fault, really. I let slip how important it was to me and… I guess I underestimated how much she values my opinion.”

“You must have tricked her-“

There was a thud under the table, accompanied by the sound of rattling cutlery as Luna’s foot made contact with Celestia’s shin.

“Sister! It is fine.”

“Oh, of course it’s fine. It’s only been several millennia. It only holds some of the oldest and most important treasures in all the world, why wouldn’t I want some random mortal rutting about inside as if it was her own private storeroom?”

“Sister! That is quite enough-”

“Luna, it’s alright.” Starlight said, pushing her plate aside and tenting her fingers. “I think it’s probably well past time that we addressed the elephant in the room anyway.”

“And what would that be?”

“That you don’t like me, Princess Celestia. That you have never liked me. That from the day I arrived, you haven’t trusted me, or accepted me the way the others have, and that you have no intention to either.”

“Twilight and my sister always said that you were perceptive.” Celestia replied, pushing her own plate aside as well.

“Just one of the many qualities that have endeared me to them, I suppose.” She smarmed with a wink. “Whether or not you trust me, the soon-to-be sole ruler of the realm does.”

“Despite my warnings.” Celestia hissed.

“Yes, I am well aware of your ‘warnings’. Twilight tells me that you are the sole reason why I will be unable to act as her advisor when she takes the throne, despite her best efforts to convince you.”

“And this ‘party’ was supposed to convince me otherwise? An empty room? You, dressed in rags to greet us? You may have fooled everyone else, but I know what you are, Starlight Glimmer.”

“What I am, is Twilight’s closest friend. I have done everything to make her coronation a success, and I will dedicate my life to ensuring her reign surpasses yours in every way imaginable.”

“You. Will. Not.” The princess spat. “No matter how much she thinks that she trusts you, she will always trust me more. You’ve known her barely three years, I have known her since she was a child, raised her like my own daughter, and you will never be allowed within 100 meters of real power as long as she listens to me.”

Emotion came to Celestia sparingly, the furor already receding behind the carefully maintained façade of royal stoicism, but it was still there.

Star was certain she had felt the temperature in the room rise, if only a few degrees, and though she had imagined this moment more times than she could remember, she still felt the faintest pangs of fear as she stared down her opposite, the sight of Luna’s panic-stricken face visible from the corner of her eye, but overshadowed by Celestia’s own, pitiless and pink-hewed, unwaveringly trained upon her.

“Everyone else has accepted me, Princes Celestia. They have all welcomed me as their friend, but not you. Don’t you care at all for how hard this is on them? On your own sister? On Twilight?”

“It is not nearly as hard on them as it will be when you inevitably betray them.”

Starlight’s voice turned utterly frigid. “I would never betray Twilight.”

“Touch a nerve, did I?” Star’s fist clenched, her eyes narrowed. “I suppose that’s a fair reaction. Even for someone as manipulative and hollow as you, the fear of being found out must be unbearable.”

“Princess, I want you to think very carefully on this.” She replied tempering her voice to a measured calm. “There’s no more time to waste. This might be our last chance to make amends. Are you sure that this is the way you feel?”

“In the millennia that I have ruled this land, I have never been more sure of anything.”

Starlight took a deep breath, looking once more to Luna, who immediately avoided her gaze, then back to Celestia who’s eye had never left hers.

“Then I suppose I may as well tell you that no one else is coming. Not the guests, not my friends, not Twilight, no one. Not today anyway.”

“What?” Luna asked, her voice turning as colourless as her skin.

“I’m shocked.” Celestia added with dripping sarcasm.

“Do you mean that you forgot to invite them?” Luna asked. “That you made a mistake?”

“Unfortunately, not. What I mean is-“

“What she means is that she never planned for them to come at all, Luna.”

Luna’s head whipped back to her sister in a shower of diaphanous hair.

“Sister, I have been idle too long. I can no longer countenance your mistrust, no matter your mental state. It is to my great shame that I have sat here while you have slandered my friend, but I will do so no longer. However Starlight has erred is immaterial. We will resolve it together and-“

“There’s no mistake, Luna. Celestia is right. It was intentional.”

Luna looked to her with confusion plain on her face. “Why would you-“

“Because she’s evil, Luna.” Celestia said, exasperated. “She has always been evil, and she has brought us here because she thinks that she can trap us, or trick us, or some other nonsense, all so that she can take power for herself.”

Luna looked at her with wide eyes that brought with them a pang of unmistakable guilt. “That is not true, sister.”

“Not entirely, anyway.” Star interrupted. “I’m not ‘evil’, and I have no intention of ‘seizing power’. It’s complicated.”

“You see, Luna‽”

The younger sister turned back to Starlight, confusion slowly vanishing as the full weight of betrayal settled upon her.

“Then- then you lied to me?”

“Only when necessary.” Star replied, careful to keep her tone even.

“You lied to everyone?...”

“You’ll understand soon enough, Luna.”

“I’ll understand?” Luna asked, her voice falling to a whisper, her eyes turning dull, almost empty. “I’ll understand that you lied to me?”

Starlight looked on as those same eyes began to darken. “I’ll understand that you used me?” Her voice went deeper, beginning to fill the room.

“Luna, I-“

“Silence, whelp!” The words emanated from every corner. They filled the air and vibrated through to Star’s bones, a horrible, booming sound that felt as if it could knock her from her chair.

“You have trifled with one beyond your ken!”

Celestia sat in place while Luna took a stand. There was little she could do to calm her, and she had little desire to do so regardless. Instead she watched as the midnight blue of her hair began to shift, turning ever darker until the stars that dotted it were swallowed whole, and the deep blues were replaced entirely by the suffocating black of deep space.

A chill tinged the air, her breath turning to whisps of white from between her lips. Her face, so pretty and caring had donned a mask that was fierce and hateful, her irises becoming thin and stretching upward into slits, fangs barring themselves like daggers of pure white, and nails extending like talons, ready to rend whatever came within their reach.

“A star like you has no place in my heavens.”

Darkness had begun to encroach all around them, the omnipresent light that had poured in from every window in every colour began to dim, turning grey and then retreating back into the outside. Starlight’s own shadow had begun to expand beneath her, a pool of pitch black that was soon joined by the shadows of every object around her, all drawn towards Luna, wrapping herself in it before spreading out along the air, plunging the entirety of their surroundings into nothingness.

Soon the trio were alone in a bleak, infinite expanse. Celestia looked on, waiting for Starlight to conjure something, anything, to mount some sort of pitiful effort towards self preservation. Twilight had spoken at length of her magical prowess. It was almost a disappointment not to see it in action, even if it would prove to be pointless.

“I will cast thee out.” The void growled from all sides.

Celestia’s own vision was beginning to fade. The ethereal hair and pale skin were wreathed by an ashen halo that itself threatened to enclose upon them until nothing remained. The dark, eyes flooded with sorrow existed as demonic yellow pinpricks, against the vast nothingness, angry, but beneath that, desolate and despondent.

As the last slivers of light vanished from view, Celestia was left in cold, dead silence, awaiting the moment when the world around her would return, and the last ‘challenge’ of her reign would be at an end.

Author's Note

To my Canadian readers I would like to say HAPPY CANADA DAY!

More generally, I don't like to complain, so I won't dwell on why everything has taken so long except to say that I'm gonna try to hustle through to the end on this and some other projects. I tend to struggle to push through the last kilometer, so I'm once again gonna try to commit to speeding up production.

Sorry that this chapter isn't particularly lewd, I generally try to include some lewd stuff in every chapter, but sometimes it doesn't work out. Really wishing I had fully planned this out at first from the start, but then it never would've gotten done.... so, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Pornographeur’s Pointlessly Pedantic Prose
Celestia and (especially) Luna’s descriptions are (very) loosely inspired by Kurtz’s two waifus in Heart of Darkness, a classic I finally got around to finishing a few months ago. Not that you need me to tell you, but it's pretty excellent.

Guests of Honour ✓ (Part 2) - Dropped Story Thread

Suddenly, more so even than it had taken form, the darkness was reduced to tatters. The oppressive, all-consuming void was torn to shreds, leaving Celestia to watch as strips of ethereal darkness fell apart all around her, fading into nothingness like scattered ashes on a breeze.

It took a moment for the Solar Princess’s eyes to readjust. The figures before her were blurry, but their posture was unsurprising. One stood triumphant, the other, a crumpled heap at her feet.

She was almost disappointed. Twilight had assured her that Starlight was a mage well beyond that of most mortals. She would have loved to have seen what little fight she could have mustered. Still, the mere moments it took to seal her defeat gave the impression there was little to be missed.

Yet as the pair came into focus, it became clear that something was off.

The standing figure was far too small to be her sister, and the one sprawled beneath was far larger than she had expected.

As sound began to return, she could vaguely make out words being spoken.

“I apologise for my behaviour.” Cooed a familiar voice, too low to be Starlight’s. “Can you ever forgive me?”

“Of course, Luna. That’s what friends do.”

As things finally came fully into focus Celestia, horrified, saw clearly what lay before her.

It was not her sister that stood triumphant over a supine Starlight, but the opposite. Luna, returned to her usual form, lay sprawled along the floor, arms wrapped around Starlight’s leg, her head nuzzling against the mortal’s thigh.

“There is one thing that you can do for me though…”

Her wide, almost uncomprehending eyes narrowed, and Celestia rose to her feet.

“Anything!”

The roles had changed, she was no longer a spectator, and this was no longer an execution, she knew now this was to be a battle.

“Anything for you!”

Her attention turned first to her surroundings. She could sense no magic, save for the remnants of their recent foray into the dark. Whatever was happening, it was not an illusion, nor a spell that could be easily undone. The woman fawning at Starlight’s feet appeared to truly be her sister. How it had happened was unimportant. There was too little time, and too many possibilities, all that mattered was that it was her new reality.

Starlight had made a grievous error. She had forfeited the element of surprise for some cheap theatrics. Perhaps she had gotten it in her mind that Celestia’s recent track record somehow meant she was not to be taken seriously. That gods and monsters taking advantage of lucky circumstance had done anything to diminish her status or call into question her abilities.

Another disappointment.

The only thing that Twilight had praised more than Starlight’s magic had been her mind. How could she have been so naïve? Celestia wondered. How could she turn over her throne to someone who could be fooled so easily?

“Anything you desire!”

Her fingers slid below the lip of the table. Even together, she knew they would be of little threat to her. She was older, the true ruler of the realm, her power was unmatched. Her only concern was to minimise collateral damage, and the easiest way to do that was to finish things quickly. A single stroke of her arm sent the marble slab careening across the room as if it were a toy.

“Protect me.”

The shadow of it, as it flipped its way through the air, fell upon Starlight, who didn’t seem to pay it even a passing thought. Instead, the enormous white slab, and the pastries and dishes with it, were ensconced in deep, blue aura, hovering in midflight before lowering themselves back to the ground and arranging themselves perfectly at Star’s side as if they had never even been disturbed.

“You know Celestia…” she smarmed, reaching across and taking a cupcake in hand. “I’m not sure that throwing food is appropriate for someone of your status. I’m just glad that your replacement is of more even temperament.”

The chairs were next. One taken in either hand and catapulted over, followed by the third, pitched straight ahead like a cannonball.

The first two projectiles met identical fates to the one that had preceded them. Plucked from the air by magic that Celestia now recognised as Luna’s and laid perfectly in place. The third made it closer to its target, but froze just the same, floating gingerly behind Starlight as her sister took one step back, then slid it beneath her.

“Thank you, Luna.” She said, placing a hand on one of the Lunar Princess', now resting on her shoulders.

“My pleasure, Starlight.” the princess replied, her fingers beginning to knead Starlight's back, leaving Celestia to sneer as the mortal melted backward.

“I could forgive throwing food-“ She took the cherry from atop her cupcake, holding it above her open mouth and dropping it in. “-but these are antiques. I don’t think Twilight would appreciate it if her new furniture came scraped or chipped, do you?”

The elder princess growled under her breath, but calmed herself quickly, refusing to let anger seep into her voice. “What have you done?”

“I’m glad you asked.” She called back, pointing with her free hand to the chair nearest her. “Why don’t you come over, take a seat, and we can discuss it?”

Mocking her. The insect was mocking her…

The Princess took a moment to consider her options, Starlight’s head, positioned just in front of Luna’s thigh, made for a poor choice of target. Her heart, however…

“I’ve actually been dying to tell-“

Searing white light materialised between the two in an instant, Strands of sunlight woven together into a solid chord with little more than a thought, becoming a beam, a spear, that should have run her through before she could know it had happened.

Instead, it vanished.

In the fraction of a second it took to meet its target, swallowed whole by a single black mark, a void, that hung between them like a puncture in the air itself, disappearing the light, and then itself, as if neither had been conjured at all.

“If you’re going to keep interrupting, we’re never going to be able to talk, Celestia.”

“We have nothing to discuss, filth.”

She merely smiled in return. “I disagree.”

She was taunting her. Trying to bait her into acting rashly. Perhaps that was how she had done... whatever it was that she had done. Luna had been careless, emotional, as was her nature. Celestia knew better.

Her golden aura took hold of the air surrounding the two of them.

Luna was proving a larger inconvenience that she had initially guessed, but hurting her was still a remote possibility. Dealing with Starlight would put an end to this, and Luna was far more durable, besides.

The air around them burst into a vortex of red and orange flames. An inferno that twisted and contorted the air with unbearable heat. As the flames climbed higher Celestia’s focus was drawn away from their base and towards their apex.

Another black spot.

A hole no bigger than a pinprick, so small in fact that it could hardly be seen at all were it not for the sound that accompanied it. The crackle of flames was soon challenged by the sucking of air, the fire drawn upward towards it, the flames stretching until they came apart and were devoured.

Celestia clenched her fist and gritted her teeth, redoubling her focus, the flames turning bright white, only for the pinprick to expand.

Soon, despite her best efforts, the flames had subsided entirely, and all that remained of their presence was a black ring, scorched into the snow-white marble beneath.

She looked on at them, undisturbed, the princess’ hands still kneading the mortals shoulders, eyes upon her, as if nothing had happened. A midnight-blue aura sparkling around them that began to melt away revealing the same immaculate tile below their feet.

The princess took one deep breath, and then another. This was not how this was mean to go. That Luna could so easily protect herself from her magic was a surprise all its own, but that she could do so for Starlight as well was beyond belief.

They were taking advantage of her compassion, she knew. They thought that she would hold back and leave them some sort of opening.

They thought that she was weak.

They were wrong.

Celestia was a princess. A goddess. She would do what was necessary, just as she always had. If that meant moving beyond restraint, she would, but she would first be certain it was necessary.

"Luna, what is it that you think you're doing?" She asked, her voice steady, as if speaking to a child.

"She's just protecting her friend, Celestia. Surely you can-"

"I would not waste my breath asking you, mortal. My sister can speak for herself."

"Starlight is right, sister." Luna replied, not even bothering to look up from her ministrations. "Starlight is always right."

Another deep breath. "She is not right, and she is not your friend. She betrayed you, do you not remember?"

"A misunderstanding." She tutted, still focused on massaging Starlight's shoulders. "Starlight Glimmer is my closest friend. I trust her more than anyone. I must do as she says."

Starlight's eyes met Celestia's that hideous smirk still on her lips, her hands over her head, running up the pale white skin of Luna’s thighs. "That's very good, Luna." She purred.

“You are my sister; do you not trust me more?” She inveighed, one final time.

"Starlight Glimmer is my closest friend. I trust her more than anyone. I must do as she says."

“You’re wasting your time. There’s nothing you can do to turn my friend against me. Isn’t that right, Luna?”

The princess nodded along, an empty smile splayed across her face.

“In fact, why don’t we show her just how close we really are?”

Luna moved so quickly it seemed almost to take Starlight by surprise. The woman, nearly twice her partner’s size, went down to her haunches, arms coiling around her like snakes, binding her to the chair,

Luna-“ She giggled, as soft pink lips met her own, hands sinking into her, forcefully, but gently.

“Luna, we-“ Another kiss, but deeper, her hold turning tighter, her hands moving from the woman’s, one slithering between her thighs, the other beneath her tank top and under her bra.

“Luna, stop! I think she gets the point!” Star finally managed to force out as the princess once more pulled apart, giving her friend the chance to breathe.

With a sheepish grin Luna returned to her former position, looking reluctant as she did, while Celestia looked on in abject revulsion. “Am I right, Celestia? Or do you need a more thorough demonstration?”

“All you have demonstrated is that you are as depraved as you are overconfident.”

“Well…”Her hands returned to Luna’s once more on her shoulders, and stroking along them, and, as if sending some sort of secret signal, the princess bent down again, leaving another long, lingering kiss on her lips, before returning to full height. “I can’t exactly argue with you there. But this is getting us nowhere. We have much to discuss, and precious little time, so I would appreciate it if you would calm down, take a seat, and speak with me.”

Celestia’s heel slammed against the floor, the tile beneath her heel shattering and exploding outward. “Listen here, whelp! I am offering you one final chance to spare yourself a lifetime of torment. You will undo whatever you have done, this instant, you will surrender, and you will do so with the knowledge that the rest of your life will be spent in an Equestrian prison, rather than the depths of Tartarus.“

Starlight snickered. “You really still think you’re in control here, don’t you?”

“I am Princes Celestia, ruler of all Equestria, Avatar of the sun! I am always in control! I -“

“Starlight says: take one step forward.”

“I- I…” Celestia stood still for a moment, briefly finding herself feeling lost. She looked down at her feet, then over her shoulder, and saw the tile, practically reduced to dust, one step behind her. “What just-?”

“Starlight says: take one step forward.”

She saw it this time. Her left foot first, toes painted gold, wrapped by a sparkling sandal, stretching out in one long stride before her, planting itself firmly, soon followed by the rest of her.

“Now it’s your turn to listen, Celestia. You and I are going to have a nice, civil chat about the future of this kingdom. We will discuss my place in it, and we will discuss yours, and once we are done, we will go our separate ways, and get ready for the coronation. No hissy fit, no matter how severe, is going to change that. Do you understand?”

“Why, you-“ Celestia’s right arm rose before her, her index finger pointed squarely at Starlight. Her full focus turned to a point barely a millimetre ahead of the tip of her nail, a space suddenly occupied by a tiny spark. Air swirled from around her, the spark growing larger than smaller, as if it were breathing, expanding and compressing, over and over, becoming brighter and more intense with each passing cycle.

Starlight raised a hand above her head. A snap of her fingers seemed to draw Luna’s attention, quickly returning to devouring the woman before her, albeit with slightly more restraint. Her lips went up and down Star’s neck, one hands returning to their previous positions. She made a show of it, her hand on the back of Luna’s neck, her lips on her cheek, all the while one teal eye peering out at her from the corner.

If she thought that draping Luna over herself would afford her even the faintest bit of protection, she was sorely mistaken. Luna would recover. The gap between what could harm her and what could harm Starlight remained a gaping chasm. Besides, putting her trust in someone like that, allowing herself to be tricked, to be controlled, perhaps this would be an opportunity to learn from her mistakes.

“Starlight says-“

She loosed the tiny ball of light. “Silence!” It screamed towards its target, ripping the air apart until it met its mark and exploded into an enormous flashpoint, smoke billowing out behind the place of impact, the force rattling windows, and shaking the ground.

“-take two steps forward!” The voice chirped from beyond the veil of smoke, and once again, Celestia watched in disbelief as her body complied. She meant to resist, or at least to focus, to get some sense of what sort of trickery was at play, but she couldn’t. Before she had even understood the words, she was already closer, nearly halfway from where she had begun. She sensed no magic at play beyond the barrier that had already begun to disintegrate, no illusions, no manipulations, merely spoken words that seemed to move her without reason.

“You’re wasting your time, Celestia.”

Luna’s face was once again buried in the crook of Starlight’s neck, her hands still slithering over her, as if she hadn’t even noticed the blast. Starlight’s hand, ran through her hair, a wicked smile accompanying eyes that flashed with delight as Celestia bit into her lower lip.

“You’re not going to figure it out, and you’re not going to win. You have nothing to threaten me with. Nothing that I can’t counter.”

Celestia’s eyes narrowed. “I have everything with which to threaten you.” She hissed as pools of green overtook them, her pupils soon entirely submerged. “Everything under the sun.”

She felt the cold grip of an ethereal hand on her heart. The soul sucking chill of dark magic within her. Hideous whispers that spoke to her in ancient tongues, nearly forgotten but now fresh in her mind, ignored as best she was able.

The gold of her aura turned pitch black, encircling the ground around Starlight. Enormous shards of black crystal soon emerged from beneath it, sharpened like blades and converging upon her.

A shield of magic took shape and brushed the initial volley off course, just barely missing their intended targets. Celestia watched as the midnight blue colour of the barrier turned to the same pitch black as the shards it had deflected, solidifying and falling to the floor, and sprouting new crystalline branches to join those that had already been formed.

Wisps of purple mist began to form at the corners of the princess’ eyes, the grip upon her soul growing tighter, the whispers growing louder.

Each shard birthed several more, splintering out in all directions, climbing atop one another live strands of ivy. The smug smile of her adversary soon vanished behind the points of her horrific creation, doing nothing to slow their efforts, even as the structure grew ever taller and ever bleaker, stretching upward until it’s peak neared the ceiling.

Celestia’s hand reached for her chest, feeling as if her soul was being ripped from her body, the tower continuing to expand, new spikes stabbing themselves into its core.

She staggered slightly, feeling uneasy on her feet. She felt horribly ill, as if a part of her had been ripped from her body, but there was no time to dwell. Darkness had begun to creep from beneath her pillar, spreading along the floor like some horrible disease, stopped only with one final bit of a focus, and another attendant wave of nausea with it.

Her sister, still somewhere within the hideous spire before her, remained a matter of concern. She would have suffered some harm, no doubt, and even with Starlight taken care of, she could still-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack that broke the silence.

A single fracture had formed along the spire’s midline, small at first, but growing. Soon it was a cleavage, and then a fissure, growing taller and spreading wider, like veins across the structure, each expansion accompanied by a sound almost like a shriek as it continued to come apart, until, all at once, the entirety of the enclosure collapsed.

At its centre, Starlight sat, unphased, another cupcake, half eaten, in hand, that same smug smirk on her lips. Behind her, Luna stood, eyes filled with ghastly green colour, purple mist emanating from their edges.

As shards rained down around them, the Lunar Princess stretched one arm over her head, sweeping a circle above them that turned the crystals to dust before they touched the ground.

“Wow! Dark magic? I’m honoured that you would be willing to use something so dangerous and difficult against a ‘lowly mortal’ like me.”

Celestia looked from Starlight to her sister and back again. There wasn’t a scratch to be found on either of them. Luna wasn’t even supposed to be capable of using dark magic, she had never been taught, and yet somehow, she had managed to protect them both and dispel her own.

“I know how embarrassing this must be for you, Celestia, so I’m going to give you one more chance to surrender before I cut to the end of this little game.”

“To you?” She spat, her fists clenched, her teeth barred. “I would rather-“

“Hold that thought.” She interrupted, raising one finger, then pointing it in front of her. “Starlight says: come her, now.”

Celestia saw the world shift around her, one foot going before the other, bringing her one step closer to her enemy.

“Stop!” muttered, as much to herself as to Starlight. “Stop this at once!”

Another step forward.

“I will not allow myself to be-“

Then another.

“- to be ordered around by some-“

Closer.

“-pathetic-“

Closer.

“-arrogant-“

Until finally…

“-MORTAL!”

She stopped.

“Well, Celestia, if that’s true, then you have an awfully strange way of showing it.”

Celestia brought an arm over her head and made to flatten the girl, to slam her with such force that she would either turn to dust or plummet through the floor.

“Starlight says: freeze.”

Yet before she could begin the downswing, she found her arm fixed in place, her entire body unresponsive.

“Hmmmm. An interesting look for a statue, but I’m not much for the whole ‘vengeful god’ look. What do you think, Luna? Should we have her try something else?”

“I think that whatever you choose will be perfect, Starlight.” She replied, not even sparing Celestia a glance. Her own sister, standing there, watching her be defied, humiliated, and doing nothing. Encouraging it in fact.

She felt emotions, long since buried beginning to dredge themselves into being, a heat spreading throughout her body. Rage, not anger, but true, divine rage. A fury that, in times long since past, had scorched the land before her, razed villages to dust, and flattened recalcitrant armies.

“Well said! How about something a bit more provocative? Starlight says: strike a sexy pose!”

“I WILL DO NO SUCH THING!” She barked, her voice echoing off the walls, shaking some of the decorations loose. Even as she protested, however, she felt herself bending forward, her eyes coming level with Starlight’s, a hand – one of her own hands – reaching up behind her head and plating itself there, the other sliding beneath the top of her dress, and cradling her breasts as if to present them for inspection.

“I feel like I’m getting mixed messages here.”

What had been only heat had become something more. It now felt and had spread like wildfire. She had done her best to kill such emotions. She had seen what they had done to her sister, first hand.

“Your words and your expression say ‘I’m going to wring your neck.’, but your body says ‘Take me! I’m yours!’.”

But Luna had been weak. She had been a slave to her emotions. First to her envy, and now to her love. She had allowed herself to lose control.

“So, which is it, Celestia? Should I get up and take what’s mine?”

She was better than her sister. She always had been.

“If you lay so much as one of your repellent fingers upon me, your punishment will grow ten-fold.”

She closed her eyes and focused. The inferno within her raged, but she would keep control.

“Well, let’s test that theory then, shall we?”

She reopened her eyes and saw Starlight falter, mid step towards her, saw their reflection in hers, and knew there was no going back.

The diaphanous streaks of rainbow hair that normally concealed one from view had burst into a frenzy of orange flame that burned brightly atop her head.

Her newly opened eyes were the same bright orange shade, wrapped by pitch black sclera and centred around slitted pupils.

The smile was gone from Starlight’s lips as she took one step away, and then another, shrinking backward as Celestia began to grow. She struggled against unwilling limbs, but found they could be forced into compliance as she drew herself back to full height. Every centimetre of her body seemed to resist, but her will was greater than any trick.

“Feeling a bit regretful, perhaps?” She asked, barring her fangs like daggers. “Perhaps, wishing to surrender, yourself?”

Starlight gulped hard and backed herself into her chair falling backward into it.

Celestia followed her downward, her clawed hands on the arm rests, almost nose to nose. “I would offer to let you avoid the humiliation, but I would be lying, mortal.”

“You think I’m scared of you?” She asked, a faint but unmistakable quaver still within her voice.

“I know you are.” She hissed, her forked tongue darting out from between her lips. “Because, as stupid as you are for challenging me, you were smart enough to fool my sister, to bind me with whatever trick it was that gave you the idea that you were in control. That means you must be smart enough to know that you are completely outmatched.”

“You’re not as powerful as you think you are Celestia. If I wanted to, I could have you bow at my feet this instant.”

The princess ablaze, looked from the woman before her then to her sister, still standing a step behind, evincing, for the first time, some kind of awareness.

“That sounds like a wager, whelp.” Celestia forced herself back upright, still meeting resistance among her limbs, but beating it back. She put forward one hand, her palm flat towards Starlight. “Do it then.” She taunted. “Because if you don’t, the only thing left of you in that chair will be your ashes.”

Celestia watched as Starlight turned in her seat, her eyes Meeting Luna’s, exchanging a look, then returning to meet her own. “Starlight sa-“

The room flooded with light. An all-consuming brilliance that would erase everything it touched, leaving nowhere to hide, shining with such intensity that it left even its caster blind. As the light faded away Celestia could only listen but heard exactly what she had wanted.

All around her, near perfect silence, save for the sizzle of plastic melting and the crackle of paper burning. She felt her hair fall along her shoulders again, once more coming over her eye. As her vision began to return she caught sight of her bangs, duller, but once again their usual prismatic hue that lent colour to the ill-defined shapes in front of her.

She would wait a few moments more for her sense to return, then set about finding her sister, no doubt worse for the wear. Once she was well again, they would need to have a long-

“Looks like you lost.”

Celestia felt a hand upon her chest, slipping beneath one of the straps of her top and palming one of her breasts. She swung wildly before her, seeking to crush whatever it was that had laid a hand upon her, but found nothing but empty air.

“A little closer than that, Celestia.”

Her vision still returning she could now see herself, a long black streak running up from her heel, along her leg, terminating in a hand shaped blotch sitting upon her chest.

“What have you-“

The thin black streak retreated beneath her, then stretched outward again, slowly adding a third dimension as it grew from the ground until it resembled a black sheet draped over a pair of ill-formed objects. Soon, it began to melt away, the blackness dripping off of them like paint, revealing Starlight and Luna beneath, looking just as they had before she had struck.

Celestia made to take another swing-

“Oh Loooooo-naaaaaaa!”

But in an instant, she was stopped. A crushing weight had come upon her, invisible, but as real as if the entire castle were upon her shoulders. Down on one knee she could raise her head just high enough to see Star leering down at her.

By force of will she managed to force herself upward.

“More weeeeeight!”

Only to collapse twice as quickly, falling to her hands and knees.

In one last attempt she delved deep within herself, no longer concerned with control she would take whatever power she could manage to draw out. The tile beneath her hands began to glow red as the heat from her body erupted like a volcano. She felt the fangs begin to take shape again, her eyes-

“Uh, uh uh. Starlight says: no more magic.”

Suddenly the heat was gone, vanished completely from her, as if she had imagined every shift and transformation. The air around her seemed to grow in weight with each passing second, until she felt her forehead pressed against the floor.

“I’d say that looks like bowing to me.”

“How did you-“

“Oh, so now you’re interested in what I have to say? Well maybe I don’t want to tell you anymore.” The voice above her was dripping in arrogance, moving from in front of her to her side. It was joined shortly after by a hand, running the length of her bare back, leaving crawling skin in its wake. “Let’s just say, I was pretty sure you didn’t keep close count of how many people you kept under your heel.”

The hand moved its way up to the top of her head, taking her hair in hand and pulling it upward. “Don’t feel too badly though, even if Luna hadn’t figured that out it wouldn’t have mattered.”

Her eyes, now mostly adjusted, looked upon the chair in which Star had been sitting, and the other furniture to match, immaculate white in a sea of black scorch marks. “Always best to have a couple backup plans after all.”

“You didn’t do this.” She spat from between gritted teeth. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Well, not alone, but with the magic of friendship-“

“Luna isn’t this strong. This is some kind of trick.” Celestia saw Starlight make a motion with her hand, the weight vanishing shortly after.

“Starlight says: freeze after every order. Starlight says: stand up.”

It was the eagerness with which her body seemed to betray her that unsettled Celestia most. Not just that she was on her feet before she knew it, but that her hands were fixed at her sides, that her back was perfectly straight, not just that she seemed to obey, but that she seemed to obey with an eye to perfection.

“You have no idea what she’s capable of.” Starlight whispered. “You think you’re so superior.”

She felt Starlight’s hand on her stomach but saw nothing, her eyes locked straight ahead, well above where even the top of the mage’s curls would be. “You underestimate everyone. Friends, and especially foes… and no matter how many times it costs you, you never seem to learn.” Her stomach turned under her touch, but all of her efforts amounted to nothing. “You underestimated Luna. You underestimated me...”

She saw Luna directly ahead, a chair in hand, planting it directly opposite Starlight’s own. She turned and took it, leaning back with legs crossed, her finger pointed at the one across. “Starlight says: sit down.”

Celestia’s body followed along, tracing the path Starlight had taken and coming to a stop before the chair opposite her. Her knees gave way and her body sank backward, falling perfectly upon the seat prepared for her, her back straight and her hands clasped and folded in her lap.

“But worst of all, you underestimated Twilight.”

Celestia sneered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I do know how this goes. This is the part where you tell me everything that you’re planning-“

“Planned.” She interrupted. “We’re at the end, Celestia, not the beginning.”

Luna passed a cup of tea to Starlight, who took it in hand with a smile, receiving a demure nod in reply. “There are no twists to come, no clever ways out, and Twilight won’t be coming to rescue you.”

“I’ve seen hundreds of pretenders and villains like you come and go. What makes you think you’ll be any different?”

“I’m so glad you asked.” She replied, taking a long sip from her cup. “Let me explain…”

Author's Note

Question: Why would magic fire create smoke or leave scorch marks when those are both products of incomplete combustion?

Answer: 🖕

Yes, I know that this version of Celestia doesn’t exactly square with the version that spends most of her time being instantly captured and neutralised… I don’t really have an end to that statement, I just thought this would be more interesting.

Sorry again about the relative lack of lewdness – I solemnly swear that every subsequent chapter is extremely hypno-lewd-centric. We’re ‘almost’ there!

Guests of Honour ✓ (Part 2) - Current Story Thread

Suddenly, more so even than it had taken form, the darkness was reduced to tatters. The oppressive, all-consuming void torn to shreds, leaving Celestia to watch as strips of ethereal darkness fell apart all around her, fading into nothingness like scattered ashes on the breeze.

It took a moment for the Solar Princess’ eyes to readjust. The figures before her were blurry, but their posture was unsurprising. One stood triumphant, the other, a crumpled heap at her feet.

A pity, she thought. Twilight had assured her that Starlight was a mage almost without equal. Against Luna she still would have stood less than no chance, but to see her dispatched so effortlessly was a disappointment all the same.

Still, she would need to commend Luna for her self control, bringing things to a quick and neat conclusion, rather than a long and messy one.

The elder princess took her tea cup in hand and brought it to her lips, but stopped just short as the pair came more fully into focus.

Something was off.

The standing figure was far too small to be her sister, and the one folded at its feet was nearly twice the size of the woman she had expected.

The slow return of sound, and with it, the words spoken between the pair, made things stranger still.

“I apologise for my behaviour!” She heard Luna’s voice grovel. “Can you ever forgive me?”

"Of course, I forgive you. That’s what friends do."

The teacup fell from between her fingers, clattering against the table.

It was not her sister that stood triumphant over a supine Starlight, but the opposite. Luna, returned to her usual form, lay sprawled along the floor, arms wrapped around Starlight’s leg, her head nuzzling against her jean-clad thigh.

By the time Starlight’s eyes met her own, the elder princess was already on her feet, her focus split between what lay immediately before her, and on all that surrounded her. The lingering presence of Luna’s spell hung in the air like a haze, obscuring whatever magic Starlight had cast, and making verification impossible.

She watched her sister cuddle closer, a sycophantic smile on her lips as Starlight tussled her hair, while Celestia bit her lip and clenched her fists.

She took a deep breath.

Intuition was all she could rely on for now. Whatever Starlight had done, she had done it quickly, and under duress, yet somehow with such skill as to leave no obvious trace, and with such power as to turn her sister, the most gifted user of mental magic in the realm into…

Nothing could be ruled out.

Such magic was not her area of expertise, but she was on her own for now, and would need to be prepared.

She watched Starlight give a strange gesture, reaching toward her own neck, but braced herself for something.

Anything.

Any spell that could-

“Sister?” Celestia whipped her head to the side and found Luna staring back at her, a furrow of concern between her eyes. “Sister, are you well?”

"I - " The solar princess returned Luna’s stare, then turned her focus across the table to Starlight, seated with fork in hand, as if nothing had happened. “What just…”

“Starlight was just explaining that a scheduling error has delayed the other guests.” Luna reassured, her hand stroking gently along Celestia’s forearm, bidding her to return to her seat. “Everything is fine, sister.” she added, her voice almost pleading.

Celestia turned her eyes to the room around her and found it… absolutely untouched, as if the last few minutes hadn’t even happened.

“Right - I - I - just -” she broke off a moment, the shakiness of her voice leaving it almost unrecognisable as her own. “I just thought I saw something.” the princess finished, reasserting her usual confidence.

“Really?” Starlight inquired as the Celestia returned herself to her seat. “Whatever did you see?”

“Nothing.” she half-growled, her eyes fixed on Starlight’s. “Nothing at all.”

Starlight’s magic called the empty cup towards her, the spilled tea evaporating under the blue of her aura as she refilled it and slid it back across.

“Are you sure, Princess? The way you jumped, you had us worried there for a second. I thought I might have upset you somehow.”

“I’m sure.” Celestia grimaced. “Just a trick of the light. Nothing to worry about.”

The teacup once again in hand, she did her best to focus. The remnants of Luna’s darkness were gone, as if they had never existed, and for all she knew, they hadn’t.

The prospect that Starlight had cast some sort of illusion was now front of mind, but that only raised further questions.

“Luna?” she asked, taking a sip and affecting her usual calm. "Do you sense anything… off?"

“How do you mean, sister?”

Celestia matched her gaze, studying her pale visage and finding nothing. Not a hint of deception, though still some vague sense of disquiet.

“Never mind.” She relented. “Just my imagination”

“If you are feeling unwell, sister-”

“It’s nothing, Luna.” she replied with a chill, prompting Luna’s silence, and her return to her tea.

Luna hadn’t noticed it, whatever it was, that much was clear and without proof, they would be back to the same argument as before. Perhaps that was Starlight’s plan, to divide them further, and somehow take advantage.

Magic powerful enough to affect her, and to craft an illusion so vivid, all without her sister noticing, should have been impossible.

What’s more, she couldn’t even place when it had happened, or what had happened before Luna had caught on.

None of it made sense. There were too many questions. The ‘how?’ aside, there was still the matter of ‘why?’. Why show her that vision? Why do it so brazenly? Whatever her plan, it had clearly failed, and yet she showed not even the faintest hint of it.

Celestia watched Starlight reach across the table, carving a wedge of cake with her left hand, her right reaching to her choker and - sliding the pastry across to her.

“Princess, I insist that you try a piece of this cake next. I think Pinkie Pie made it with you in mind.”

She stared down at it a moment, examining every millimetre from the layers of chocolate and strawberry filling at its centre, to the white sheet of frosting and candy rose on top. “You insist, do you?”

Starlight nodded, while Luna looked on, traces of concern still peeking from deep within her eyes.

As suspicious as Celestia was, she had nothing to fear from the food. Even the most potent of poisons could cause her little more than a stomach ache, and yet, something still seemed off.

“Very well, then.”

Her eyes never leaving Starlight's, the princess raised her arms and clasped her hands behind her head, the gilded straps of her dress spreading wide with them, and stretching ever more tightly against the enormous weight of her chest. However she had done it, Starlight had made a fatal error in tipping her hand. She had one chance to catch her at a disadvantage, and she had wasted it.

Still glowering, Celestia drew down towards the plate, the chill of the cool marble surface touching against the outer edge of her areola her nipples stiffening and standing at attention in response. She paused a moment to shoot Starlight one last withering glance, then buried her face in the sweet confection before her.

By the time the evening was over, Celestia knew she would uncover what it was Starlight had planned. She recalled well each of her recent defeats, and had learned from each and every one of them. She was still a princess, ruler of Equestria, and duty bound to protect the realm from would-be tyrants like Starlight. If her final act as princess was to protect her sister and her successor from this manipulator, she would do so gladly.

The white of the vanilla frosting sat plastered against her dark, flawless skin, while strawberry filling dribbled down her chin and along the long, inner slope of her breast as Celestia righted herself, her hands still fixed behind her.

“How is it?” Starlight inquired, that same smarmy smile carved indelibly along her face.

Celestia gave a wry smirk in reply, leaving chunks of of baked good to fall back to the plate and the table beyond, a frigid chill still infused in her voice. "Delicious."

A good poker face wouldn’t save her. Celestia would be watching her now, even more closely than before. Until now, all she had had were suspicions, but now she knew, and so did Starlight. Whether she let on or not, she was backed into a corner. She had gambled and lost, and would need to make another move soon. Even Luna would not be so trusting in an hour’s time.

Bending low again, the princess pressed her gold-painted lips to the table, sucking up the candy flower that had managed to mount an escape, before lolling out her tongue and lapping up what crumbs remained on the outskirts.

All the while, an eye stayed fixed on Starlight, waiting for her to make her next move, unwilling to allow even a single detail to go unnoticed.

Author's Note

So, with feedback from the previous chapter taken into account, this is the new path we'll be heading down. Hopefully it turns out a bit better.

Since I already had a great deal of bits and pieces laid out from the previous plan, I'm also able to experiment a bit with shorter chapters.

Historically I tend to avoid shorter chapters just because I feel stories like these lend themselves more to self-contained blocks. The lewd bits being contiguous is a plus, but it also means if they're all you're looking to get out of it, you need to do some sifting. I dunno, I'm rambling now, if you have a preference one way or the other let me know.

Cheers!

Guests of Honour ✓ (Part 3)

Princess Celestia watched her reflection carefully, scrutinising every inch of it for any sign of something amiss. The shimmering pinks of her eyes stared back at her, softly lidded and wreathed above by golden eye-shadow. No hint, as near as she could tell, of the presence of magical influence. It was a finding that brought with it conflicting feelings of relief and frustration. The foremost sign of visual illusory magic was discolouration of the subject's irises. It was a long shot, but if whatever spell at play was a variant of some lower order magic, the base would be easy enough to spot, even if, by now only faint traces remained.

The Solar Princess couldn't help but be half-proud of her quick thinking. Asking her sister to examine her was out of the question, but Starlight had given her a perfect opportunity when she offered the plated slice of cake that was now smeared over much of her face. Under the guise of mopping up every last crumb, she had polished both the plate and the surrounding portion of table to a mirror sheen. From there, it was a simple enough task to inspect herself, with neither her sister nor Starlight any the wiser.

Her reflection knitted it's eyebrows, a tell that she was quick to correct. Subtlety remained key, she reminded herself, as a mound of light yellow filling dislodged itself and fell back to her plate. Starlight still had Luna's ear. If she gave her suspicions away without evidence, it would only present Starlight the chance to climb out of the pit she had dug for herself. She watched her reflection's tongue spill out from between gold-painted lips, the sight of it, with arms bent and hands clasped firmly behind its head expanding as she drew nearer. She pressed her tongue to the table once again, and chased the errant confection along its surface, taking one last chance to inspect the eyes that stared back, reflected in the saliva streaked stone.

"Princess?" the voice of her adversary drew Celestia's attention back from the woman in the table, her dark, immaculate skin, slathered with sweetness, the white of the frosting and the red of the jelly leaving it to look almost clown-like. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but you have a little..." she pointed to her own cheek with one hand, her other drifting up toward her choker and -

"Do I?" Celestia replied with a sour tinge to her voice. She touched her own hand to mimic Starlight's and found a small portion of what remained affixed to her face. The legs of the chair scraped against the tile beneath, the sound bouncing off the distant walls of the empty throne room and returning a moment later as hoarse sort of whisper. Careful not to waste even the smallest opportunity, she drew out the simple process of standing, turning it into a slow, languid affair as she stretched and twisted until she assumed her full, inhuman height. She surveyed her surroundings as she did, her dress shifting and soon going taught against her, trying in vain to accommodate the excesses of her supernatural figure.

'It simply isn't possible.' she thought. 'It should not be at all possible for a mortal to cast a spell powerful or complex enough to affect us the way that Starlight has...' The Princess bent herself in half, leaning down so that her hands met the floor, and the florid colours of her hair hanging before her, sliding her right hand up the length of her calf and thigh, exposed through the slit of her dress' side, until it reached its edge. Her hand slid beneath it, finding the thin sliver of fabric that was her waistband, stretched taught across her hips, and taking hold of it.

The list of spells that could alter perceptions was almost endless, but one of the many perks of godhood, was that she could discard most of it. For a start, she could eliminate mental magic as a possibility entirely. 'As a Princess, our mind is all but impregnable to mortal magic...' she reminded herself, the thought reverberating throughout her consciousness as she began to wriggle out of her panties, bringing them down the great length of her smooth, supple thighs. 'Our mind is impenetrable. Mental magic and mental manipulations do not affect us. There is never a reason to suspect either mental magic or mental manipulation...'

That only left illusions as a possibility.

Mental magic acted on the mind directly, but illusory magic affected only the senses. At its core, it was a relatively simple exercise. Optical and auditory illusions could be performed by children. Even the other senses could, with enough skill, be fooled, though altering a subjects sense of touch, or ability to detect magic, was solely the domain of master magicians. What unnerved Celestia was the sheer scale and complexity of it all. Multiple, overlapping layers of spells, each one in perfect synchronicity with the others, realistic enough to feel entirely real, and all of it obscured so as to only be experienced by one person...

Celestia knew her sister to be the only person capable of such a feat. She looked leftward, meeting her sister's eye for a moment, and catching an uneasy smile, the discomfort of her earlier outburst no doubt still weighing upon her. Celestia pushed the thought from her mind and stepped out of her underwear, crouching down and grasping them between her fingers. 'Luna is beyond suspicion.' she thought with a sense of utter finality. 'Our sister would never cast any sort of spell on us without our consent'.

She returned to her seat, panties in hand, and wordlessly began to run the soft, silken fabric along her face. The illusion had seemed entirely real to her when it was cast, but that was almost certainly because she had been caught off guard. No illusion was perfect. There were always seams, tiny details that the caster failed to account for. Once found, the magic was easily identified and dispelled.

She stopped to look upon the cloth in her hand, the shimmering, golden fabric that had, only a minute prior, been wedged between her legs, now slathered with cream and frosting. She had never inspected them all that closely, but even her undergarments were embroidered with intricate designs woven in bright yellow thread. Rarity truly had poured her heart and soul into it, no doubt just as Pinkie Pie had to bake the cake that now stained them. The thought of even a moment of their efforts going to waste brought with it a pang of guilt. Perhaps that was part of Starlight's plan. She had done well ingratiating herself with Luna, Twilight and their friends. Cornered as she was, there was little doubt she would cling to any evidence she could use to bring them to her side, 'proof' that she could use to cast Celestia as uncaring in opposition to herself. The Princess would not spare her even that remote possibility, and so, she spat out her tongue, and began licking her panties clean.

It wasn't, strictly speaking, impossible, that Starlight had managed to create the illusion alone, but channeling her magic through some sort of artefact was much more likely. Twilight had given Starlight the run of the castle, and worse still, she had even allowed her inside the Royal Vault, she thought, savouring the taste of her own musk, mingled with confectionery sweetness. Celestia hadn't noticed anything obviously out of place when she had arrived, or when she had taken her look around the room, but Starlight would've had more than enough time to hide anything she planned to use well in advance.

She took her panties from her lips and looked them over. They were damp now, just short of dripping, but otherwise spotless. She put a hand through either side of the waistband and stretched them wide, holding them out before her for Starlight to see. To Luna, it would seem an innocuous enough gesture, but Starlight would see she had once more been outflanked. "Much better." she chirped, and Celestia began to fold and lay them on the table next to her plate. "I hope I wasn't overstepping. I would hate to embarrass you."

Two options came to Celestia's mind. The first was to try to expose Starlight on her own. If she could detect a flaw in her illusions, if she could understand what artefact Starlight had found, or at the very least, how she was sing it, Celestia could disarm her, and prove her crimes beyond a shadow of a doubt. The second option was to have Starlight expose herself. Starlight was smart, but not nearly as smart as she thought she was. It was a delicate line she was walking now. Concealing this sort of magic from one princess would be difficult, but two, and one of them Luna, would be arduous. No doubt whatever method she had employed to hide her treachery had compounded the complexity of her spells even further. One minor slip in judgement would be all it took, and all her plans would disintegrate.

Starlight would have to make a move eventually, time was running out, after all. Even Luna would come to notice that no one was coming, that she had been lied to, but that still left room for Starlight to muddy the waters. She was, if nothing else, impressively deceitful. Hard evidence would win the day, and for that, Celestia would need to force Starlight's hand. She would bait her. The prospect of once more succumbing to her magic, to willingly giving herself over to it, felt as if she had swallowed a ball of lead. The image of her sister, prostrate before her, still haunted her, but she was a Princess. She was strong. She would endure. She would win. Starlight would make a mistake, or Celestia would find her out. One way or another, Celestia would see her exposed.

The Princess of The Sun leaned inward from her seat planting and elbow on the table's edge and cradling her chin in her hand. Her eyelids drooped and her expression softened, the contemptuous sneer turning to an apathetic moue. Starlight was Twilight's inverted image. She was all of her worst qualities, and tempered by none of her admirable ones. She was endlessly eager to prove herself, with an ego big enough to fill the castle, and as fragile as an eggshell. Every aspect of the Princess' demenour would tell the tale. That for all her planning, the Princess she sought to challenge and conquer was not just undaunted or unimpressed, she was bored.

"Perish the thought, Starlight." she sighed, her voice taking on the same bone-weary, edge that one took with a misbehaving pet. "I doubt you could embarrass me, even if you tried."

She drained her teacup to the dregs and gave it a lazy shove, sending it rattling to a stop halfway across the table, just out of reach, for Starlight to refill. There was a pathetic sort of childishness about the mage, Celestia thought. She sat in a chair fit for a Princess, with legs crossed, literally unfit to take the place of those for whom it was meant. She managed to prop herself up on the edge, reaching over the various plated pastries that lay between herself, the cup, and the pot, the plain white of her t-shirt riding up her torso as she did, revealing the slight band of peach flesh that was her belly and the open neckline giving a glimpse of the dull beige bra that cupped the mid-sized bust beneath, and just before them, the sole bit of ostentation, that tiny blue gem.

When this was over - when she was personally escorting Starlight to her cell in the depths of Tartarus, Celestia would need to ask her about it. Jewelry of any kind seemed dreadfully out of character for the sort of person who wore jeans to her own coup attempt. But perhaps she was reading too much into it. The gem, after all, was impressively unimpressive, and in that way, meshed perfectly with the drab aesthetic to which Starlight had seemed to dedicate her life. Just a single, blue gem, dangling by a silver chain, and bound to a thin, purple choker, the light cascading through it as it bobbed and swayed with the subtle movements of its owner. It was almost captivating to watch, and think of all the ways in which it was beneath her notice. All the ways in which it was meaningless, and not worth thinking about. She felt, in that moment, as if she could spend hours, perhaps even days, staring at it, and thinking of nothing other than its insignificance. She could even make a game of it. 'Starlights gem is meaningless.' she thought, as the idea drew her in. 'Starlight's gem is inconsequential. Starlight's gem is unimportant. We will not be suspicious of Starlight's gem. We will not ask others about Starlight's gem. We-'

"Sister?"

Celestia felt a cool hand on her shoulder, pushing against her and rousing her from her thoughts. She turned towards it, blinking rapidly, and saw Luna, her face with the same troubled expression about it. "Starlight asked you a question, sister."

Celestia looked back to Starlight, no longer stretched halfway across the table, but back in her seat, legs once again crossed, with tongs in hand. "Sugar?" Celestia shook her head, and watched as white wisps of steam curled upward from her slowly filling cup. With her free hand, she touched the edge of her mouth, finding it damp, and traced a path from it down the length of her arm, pooling at her elbow. She had been drooling. She reached for her panties, themselves still moist, and ran them up the length of her arm, dabbing at the edge of her mouth and setting them back down.

'Bored.' she chastised herself, 'We are supposed to look bored, not comatose.' When had she even started to - it didn't matter - she couldn't afford to make such mistakes, she needed to focus.

Starlight finished filling Celestia's a slid it back across the table, then topped up her own to the brink of overflowing, and added two sugar-cubes that sank and vanished into the faintly green fluid.

"As I was saying, you have my apologies, Princess." Starlight continued, reattaching the ends of their previous discussion, her spoon turning lazily in her cup. "I don't know what came over me. I know better than to be presumptuous in the presence of royalty."

Celestia watched Starlight intently, her expression still fixed in a lazy kind of disinterest that obscured a focused determination in the depths of her rose-tinged eyes. Any detail could be critical. A twitch of her nose, a wink of her eye, the idle way that one hand toyed with a ringlet of teal and purple hair, anything at all - 'Except the gem'.

Starlight's free hand withdrew her spoon from the eddying current it had made in her tea, and tapped it against the edge of her cup. The plangent tone of metal against porcelain hung in the air, and Celestia's ears perked at hearing it, recognising it as a C-sharp, and, as a matter of reflex, replying with the piggiest snort that she could muster. 'It is essential we understand how Starlight sets off her spell.' she thought as she struck the tea cup for a second time, and the Princess gave another, louder snort in response.

"That's quite -" Starlight struck her cup for a third time, the familiar tone once more resonating in the silence of the throne-room, and Celestia stopped herself mid-sentence. She put her thumb to the tip of her nose and flared her nostrils, pressed upward and gave a a third snort, loud enough to echo back from all sides, then added in a proud, joyous shout: "I'm a Piggy Princess!" before resettling herself and finishing her thought. "-alright. Part of - SNORT - being a Princess is - SNORT - developing a - I'm a Piggy Princess! - thick skin."

Starlight's spoon ceased, taking a sip and setting her cup back down, the smarmy smile she wore seeming to stretch even wider, if that was possible. "Sounds stressful."

There was an itch at the back of the Princess' mind that told her the fidgeting with the spoon was somehow significant. A nervous tic, perhaps? A sign that Starlight was finally beginning to comprehend the bleakness of her situation, or feeling the prick of Celestia's needling. "It can be. Much of ruling is. The public relations, the endless crises, the scheming. It comes to weigh on you after a while." She paused as Starlight began once again to tap her spoon. 'She's more annoying by the second...' she ruminated. The tone was higher now, a D-flat, and as effect followed cause, the Princess gave a parrot's squawk. There was, however, and upshot. Celestia now knew that she was getting to her.

"Well, you carry it well, Princess. I never would've guessed."

Celestia resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Flattering and obsequious, even in the midst of attempting to overthrow her, always plumbing new depths of shamelessness. "Just one of the benefits of experience, -" She squawked again. Louder, this time. It was obvious now that this was some kind of nervous tic. Frustration was no doubt beginning to take hold. "I suppose. It's sad to say that even something like... I don't know, treason? can become rather mundane after a while." A third tap sent Celestia leaping atop her chair, perched on the balls of her feet, her hands on her hips, and her elbows pointed outward, flapping as she cawed: "SQUAWK! CELLY, WANNA' CRACKER! SQUAWK!"

Celestia quickly retook her seat, again settling back into her aura of detached indifference, just in time for Starlight to reply. "Is that so?"

"The same sorts of people, worming their way into positions of influence, hiding in plain sight, and biding their time. If you've seen it once you've seen it a thousand times." One more push, that would be all it would take, somehow, she was sure of it. "But those are the sorts of things you learn to deal with when you rule over subjects with their free will in tact. I suppose that's something you never needed to worry much about, hm?"

"I suppose you're right." Starlight shrugged, Celestia's words, lobbed like a brick, seemed merely to bounce off Starlight's façade rather than shattering it. No discernible reaction save for Starlight reaching for her choker and -

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her sister shift in her seat, but paid it no attention, her full focus still on Starlight, waiting for her to do... something. It didn't matter. She would make her move eventually, she had no choice. Soon enough, she would-

A shiver shot up Celestia's spine as she felt an eerie, unsettling sort of chill fall upon her shoulders, recognising it only a moment later as that of her sister's hands upon her, joined soon after by the bite of her frigid breath on the nape of her neck. The Solar Princess caught herself before she reacted, fixing in place without so much as a twitch. 'This is it.' she thought, taking her tea cup in hand and raising it her lips. Her eyes drifted to her left as if nothing were wrong, observing the empty space where her sister had been, or rather, still was. It had happened. Starlight had once again managed to cast her spell without her noticing. She needed to -

Her grip tightened and her jaw clenched as something rough and wet touched itself against her cheek. A tongue - her sister's tongue - no - an illusion, a pathetic attempt to unnerve her - a false sensation - little more than the manipulation of the air around her to give the impression of a - of a wet, slimy tongue, running itself up along the side of her face...

The Princess shuddered before she could help it, and saw Starlight's reaction. A trick to her lips and a gleam in her eye, as if something so puerile warranted even the a modicum of pride. "Is something the matter, sister?" Luna's voice asked with a soothing lilt, the soft rumble of it felt through the touch of her chest to Celestia's back, her words sounding as if her mouth were pressed to her ear.

'We must stay calm.', she told herself, as the finer points of Starlight's plan became clear in Celestia's mind. Twice now, she had conjured illusions devoid of subtlety. More vivid than any Celestia had ever experienced before, but also debauched and excessive. What she had hoped to get out of the first remained unclear, but for the second, there could be no mistaking its intent. She, too, wanted force a reaction. Until there was proof, it was Starlight's word against her own. But if Celestia's own sister turned against her, if she told Twilight or her friends that she was in an unfit state of mind, that she had been behaving strangely, speaking to unheard voices, that she was crazy, then perhaps Starlight could slither away.

Celestia turned to face the empty chair at her side, looking through the air at the precise point where she knew Luna's eyes to be. "Just a chill. A draft must have blown through." she said with perfect tranquility. Starlight would not make a fool of her. She would not turn her people against her. These despicable tactics would fail, and she would suffer for them.

"Perhaps, we should change the subject?" Starlight asked. Celestia felt the hands on her shoulders begin to shift, sliding downward, and taking with them, the straps of her dress.

'Focus.' the straps came undone, and a vision of her breasts laid bare appeared before her. Twin, voluptuous mounds unlike any others in all the world, incomparable in their size or weight, yet still high and firm upon the frame that bore them, their soft, creamy brown complexion slowly turning darker as wide, perfectly circular areola gave way to long, fat nipples. 'How is this possible?' the Princess looked down at breasts that were undoubtedly her own. Every detail, every milimetre, even the feel of their weight upon her, now unsupported, indistinguishable from reality.

'Focus.' the thought repeated in her. 'This isn't real. She is trying to distract us. We must not let her.'

Soon, the pale, glittering hands appeared in the periphery of her vision, slinking down along the slope of her chest and moving in slow, methodical circles along it. Celestia returned her cup to the table and took another deep breath.

'There is always a seam. There is always a fault.' Yet as she looked down at the hands - at herself - she could see none. The illusion was flawless. Every aspect of it, from the placement of the tiny glittering points of light that sparkled on Luna's skin, to the exact timbre and inflection of her voice and the feel of her breath as it brushed across her ear. An error, no matter how minor, a simple thread on which to pull, would be all it took to begin to unravel it, but even as the repulsive sight of her sister's hands, sinking and practically disappearing into her breasts, groping and pawing at her chest before her eyes, she could find nothing wrong.

"Tell me, what is the first thing the two of you are planning for after the coronation?"

The hands drifted lower, finding her nipples and first teasingly brushing against them, the chill of her sister's skin turning them to stone in an instant, and then idly flicking against them. "Tra-vel." Celstia said, correcting the hoarseness in her voice mid-syllable. Luna's hands continued to play, running the length of them, jutting out rigidly like little fingers pointed in Starlight's direction, occasionally flicking at them, up and down, as if it were all some surreal sort of game, and all the while leaving a warm tingle to spread across her chest.

She felt Luna's chin come to rest upon her shoulder, and saw the blurred outline of her of her milky-white features at her side. "Yes! We are planning on seeing the world! It will be a pleasure to finally travel, unburdened by diplomatic obligations." The words were punctuated by another pass of her tongue along the side of Celestia's face, a long, slow lash that left the impression of a fresh coating of slime dripping down along her face.

'Focus.' She needed to focus. This thing was not her sister. It wasn't even real. Somewhere in this room was an artefact. An item of immense magical power, and she needed to find it.

"That does sound nice. Anywhere particular in mind?"

The hand's grip turned to iron, taking hold of her with torturous force, pulling her taught and lurching her forward. Celestia winced, and tried to cover what threatened to be a strained mewl, with a cough, but once again, Starlight's expression betrayed her failure. She quirked an a bemused eyebrow, and the Princess silently cursed at her from across the table. "What was that, Princess Celestia?"

"Sssaddle Arrrabia..." Celestia replied from between pursed lips and gritted teeth. She was upright now, no longer leaning on her elbow, but stiff, with back straight. Her hands had begun to tremble as well, and she did her best to clasp them in her lap beneath the table to hide it. Starlight would surely have noticed, and was no doubt delighting in seeing her depravity baring fruit. She could only hope that her sister was somewhat less observant.

"An interesting choice for a first stop. Any particular reason?"

"I - wuh - was impr - impressed buh - by their - del-uh-gei-shun."

"Oh, yes, relations between our two lands have never been better following their most recent summit. My sister has ensured that Twilight Sparkle will have no shortage of allies upon her ascension."

Celestia gave a jerky, stiff-necked nod. Her thoughts still divided. She could sense nothing. Nothing. The source of this magic had been concealed to perfection. So much so that even Luna had still not sensed it.

The hands had turned gentler. Kneading and stroking rather than crushing, and now seemingly fixated on her left breast. In measured, purposeful strokes they ran the length of it, massaging her now, as the heady tingle of building pressure settled upon her. One long, slow pass after another, they traced the full length of it, thumb and forefinger, plucking at the end of her nipple, then returning to her chest. Over and over again in an unnerving rhythm.

Rank revulsion rippled through Celestia's mind as she realised, and saw one hand take hold of her half-empty tea cup and slide it beneath her still smarting nipple, the other still cradling her breast with its perversely soothing touch.

Starlight's prattle began to fade, as did thoughts of sensing magic or finding fault in the illusion. Never in all her years had she wanted anything more than to swat the hands away. She wanted to jump to her feet, to shriek in righteous fury, and to reduce the woman who sat across from her to a heap of ash. But she couldn't. That was what Starlight wanted. Luna would intervene in an instant, and besides, in Equestria, even Goddesses were accountable to laws.

'It's not real.' the words no longer felt as if they had meaning - like a spiteful joke she was playing on herself. It was real enough. Her cheeks burned in humiliation as the pressure continued to build. She - The Goddess of The Sun, The Eternal Ruler of Equestria, sat helpless - powerless, paralyzed with divine rage, hands folded, quivering violently in her lap, as beads of white warmness began to dribble down from her chest.

There were no more deep breaths. They were shallow now, quick, and just short of panting. Over and over again as more of her milk flowed into the cup and the shade of the tea turned lighter, the few seconds dragging on infinitely as the pressure and tingle in her chest began to dissipate. When she was done - when she was done leaking, as one final act of humiliation, she watched her sister's finger run itself up the front of her breast, taking up the few remaining drops. The finger put itself against Celestia's lips. Clearly wishing she would open wide, but when she didn't, settled for wiping themselves off upon her face.

Luna's face disappeared from her periphery, the hands going with her. Celestia glimpsed her as she appeared on her opposite side, sitting herself back in the chair, but all the while her eyes were on Starlight, who raised a hand to her choker, and -

"-but that's just my recommendation. I'm sure the two of you have your own plans as well."

Celestia's mind snapped back to the din of conversation, her eyes shifting to Luna, who's full attention was on Starlight, nodding enthusiastically to whatever it was she had said.

Everything was as it had been. The straps of her dress covered her breasts, and as she slowly touched her hand, still trembling slightly, to her face, she found none of her sister's saliva upon it. Nothing. She had endured the worst humiliation of her life, and she had learned nothing.

"It seems Princess Celestia might not like my suggestions as much as you do, Luna."

Dimly aware that her name had been spoken, Celestia stared vaguely ahead, wondering what it was Starlight had meant.

"Sister! What is the matter?"

Celestia's eyes were wide and wild, her mouth just short of agape. Flustered, she stammered: "I - I - nothing, Luna, nothing is the matter. I - I just..."

"Sister, if you are feeling unwell, you must tell me."

"Yes, Princess Celestia, if anything is the matter you know you we'll do anything we can to help."

"Nothing is wrong." She snapped. Regretting her tone the moment it crossed her lips, as Luna's expression only hardened and Starlight's gossamer thin veneer of concern gave way to outright jubilation.

"Nothing is wrong." she repeated in a calmer timbre, wiping the shock from her face as best she could.

She needed to keep her composure. Now more than ever. She had underestimated Starlight Glimmer. The depths to which she would sink. The tactics that she would employ.

She took her teacup in hand and forced it to stop shaking. She looked at the light green liquid within it, the images in her mind still sickeningly fresh.

'It wasn't real.'

She put the cup to her lips and drank, hoping against hope that it would somehow still her jangling nerves. As it poured into her mouth, and swallowed it in two deep gulps, one thought surfaced among the raging torrent.

It tasted sweeter than she expected...

Author's Note

In this installment of writing my way out of the corner I backed myself into... things get a bit weird, but Celestia will probably figure a way out of it... right?

Patch Notes: I made some small edits to the previous 2 chapters, nothing major, just trying to fit things together a bit better following the change in plans.

I dunno, this took forever, I'm moderately optimistic about the next one, but who the fuck knows. Can't wait till' AI gets real good and can write everything for me, so I can live out my days staring at blank patches of wall.

Guests of Honour ✓ (Part 4)

Starlight Glimmer bit hard against her bottom lip, resisting with all her might, the building pressure in her chest, a swell of laughter that threatened to burst free at any moment.

Across from her, Princess Celestia slammed her palm flat against the table, rattling the dishes as she threw her head backward, with eyes squeezed shut and legs spread wide, the words "Oh, fuck yes!" on her lips.

Perfect pitch was one of the more peculiar traits bestowed upon those who ascended to the ranks of royalty. It was hard not to be jealous. It was the sort of thing Starlight felt almost entitled to. The kind of odd quirk of mind that seemed tailored for people like her, but had somehow passed her by.

It didn't matter.

From Celestia's reaction, Starlight knew in an instant that the note her teacup had made as she struck her spoon against it was a G-natural.

She knew it for the same reason she knew that what Celestia had just experienced was the slow thrust of a knobbed, black dildo the size of a summer squash sliding its way into her royal cunt.

She knew it for the same reason she knew that, only a few months prior, The Goddess of The Sun had found herself inundated with all manner of lurid magazines and catalogues. Piles of them, some as thick as phone books, their covers awash in bright colours and obnoxious fonts, touting the newest innovations in material science that rendered their products more durable and pleasurable than any that had come before. Each one addressed to "Princess Celestia c/o Canterlot Castle", something the publishers no doubt presumed to be the pseudonym of a shy staff member, and paid no mind, so long as the enclosed cheque that requested their publications cleared. They were to be delivered to her quarters by Kibitz, or some other member of the royal staff, who would receive, in return, hand written reviews, thick with florid descriptions of everything from taste, to texture, to oddly specific quibbles over the names of the various settings for the more technically advanced pieces of hardware. They would also be given a stack of cut-outs and highlighted pages, and on top of that, a ransom of bits to be sent for fresh orders that would be added to the ever expanding piles that dominated her quarters.

And finally, Starlight knew it for the same reason that, as Princess Celestia's legs slid shut, her hand dragged back to her side, and her face returned to its barely disguised look of shock, that neither she, nor Luna had any idea of what had just happened.

She knew these things, because they were her doing.

It was among her more ambitious bits of fun. The kind reserved for when she and Twilight's shared victory over the ruler of Equestria was so thoroughly secured that she felt free to see just how much she could get away with.

In this particular case, the Princess had been tasked with searing into her memory through endless practice, her exact reaction to each and every toy that had found its way into her possession.

It was to be, in her mind, a project of supreme importance. Something to be pursued in her every free moment. So much so, that guards, advisors, and members of her coterie would be expected to have the appropriate tools to hand at all times, and would present them to her without hesitation upon request.

She would, for hours on end, feel compelled to sample them. Over, and over, and over again, until she could recreate her response down to the most minute detail. It was, to her, akin to a performance piece. Her every spasm and jostle was to come to her, at a moment's notice, as naturally as reciting the alphabet, the whole time having no idea why, or towards what purpose. Knowing only that it was important. That it needed to be done, in the same way as one knew the need to draw breath.

Starlight tapped her spoon again, and Celestia's reply came just as she seemed to have resettled herself. It was a much more restrained reaction this time, a slow, deep exhale, and a pleased hum from between inwardly curled lips. Her hand took to her breast and caressed against it, her hips rolling slightly in her chair. Starlight pegged this one as the large purple egg, advertised as the perfect addition to prolonged edging sessions.

For nearly ten full seconds that was the only sound in the throne room. Starlight bathed in it. The sweet, husky hum of the Princess writhing against her chair, bucking hard at random points with such force that her only recently concealed chest once again bounced out.

For good measure, Starlight tapped a third time, and was taken aback at the suddenness of the change. The Princess flung her legs up the air, and rested them on the table. As if taking aim at her, The Goddess of The Sun threw aside the bottom of her dress, the rose petaled hues of her slit, dripping with lust, and twitching in time with the awkward hitches of her breath, directed squarely towards Starlight. The fingers of one hand clamped to her nipple and began to twist, the other hung limp at her side, denied its purpose by the lack of something phallic to grasp onto.

Starlight couldn't quite place this reaction. By the uneven "Hoo - HA!" of the diarch's blissful squeals, her best guess that this was one of the double headed wands, first massaging her insides, and then her clit as she pressed it deeper.

"Celestia, Starlight says: hold that one."

Possessed by a momentary spark of inspiration, the mage snapped at Luna. The younger Princess had been, until that point, just short of catatonic in her seat. Most of the time, Starlight savoured the chance to speak with her, but, for this, her silence was far more convenient.

Though Celestia would see in her sister whatever reactions she already expected, in truth, the Lunar Princess had, for much of the confrontation, sat slumped forward, lost in an empty-headed haze. She spoke when spoken to, or when prodded, and would eat or drink if her body felt the desire, but otherwise, as evidenced by the plate now half-full of dribble, she was to be a blank canvas and a prop.

Sensing she was wanted, Luna went rigid in her chair and turned to Starlight, then began to sag under her own weight as she caught sight of Starlight's hand on the gem that hung from her choker.

"Luna, Starlight says:..." her already dim expression disappeared behind a wall of fog, her eyes tracing the path of Starlight's finger towards her sister, leaking like a sieve. "refill Celestia's cup, won't you? Waste not, want not."

Luna took Starlight's meaning perfectly, and stood, gliding to her sister's side and reaching over her frenzied stupor. She took her tea cup, once again only half full, and put it beneath Celestia's weeping cunt.

It was brimming barely a second later.

Soon, it was back where it had been found, as was Princess Luna, wordlessly slumped forward, and again falling back beneath the smothering layers of her conditioning.

"Celestia, Starlight Says: end trigger."

The elder Princess froze. Her wild-eyed expression settled into a dreamy emptiness, and her legs returned themselves to the floor. She stood and readjusted her dress, though the dark spot left at her crotch remained, and then scooped each enormous breast back into their respective straps, before sitting herself back down, and scooting her chair back into place. It was all so marvellously clockwork.

Then came Starlight's favourite part.

The flicker of life slowly returned to The Princess' eyes, accompanied by restive blinks and then awkward fidgeting. A faint quiver came upon a lips, and a crease to her brow. One hand went to the back of her neck, and the other crossed itself protectively over her chest. Beneath the table, Starlight heard the sound of her foot beginning to tap.

Starlight saw her adversary as she was, a doll with fraying stitches that were rapidly coming undone. Try as she might to hide it, the Princess was more than rattled. Her gaze flicked away from Starlight's at every opportunity, only to return a moment later with a steeled resolve that had begun to rust through.

"Suh - So -" The Princess cleared her throat. The hand at her neck came down, just a moment, and took trembling hold of her teacup, bringing it to her lips. The look on her face, the blend of one million different emotions and thoughts as she tried and failed to rationalise the strange - and in her mind, impossible - taste of it as she downed a cup that was now half full of her own fluids, was a memory Starlight would cherish until her last breath. "So, Starlight. When do did you say the others would be joining us again?"

It was almost cute to watch her try. Celestia was attempting to goad her again. It was only fitting that a Princess who spent more time eating sweets than ruling her kingdom would be a glutton for punishment.

"I'm sure it will be any minute now, Princess Celestia."

"The traffic must be absolutely nightmarish to keep all the guests this long."

Starlight donned her most wicked smile. She narrowed her eyes, and brushed her curls aside, and for good measure, even tried to darken her voice, though she never could seem to get the evil lilt quite right. "The truth is, Princess, that they're never coming. They weren't invited. You're here so that I can torment and humiliate you, and then reveal my 'evil'. Is that what you want to hear?"

Starlight drank in Celestia's expression. A landslide of confusion, uncertainty, and just a hint of terror rolled down it before she partially replaced her mask of half-calm. She flicked to Luna, who sat, still gently drooling onto her plate, no doubt seeing a vision of reassurance entirely of her mind's own making, and then returned to Starlight with an uncertain nod.

Perfection.

Starlight began to laugh. Out loud this time. Manically, perhaps? Though she preferred the less opinionated term 'triumphant'. "Did you hear me, Princess?" she shouted, cupping her hands over her mouth. "I SAID I'M EVIL! ISN'T THAT YOU'VE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR? YOU STUPID COW!" Celestia said nothing, her eyes glanced in Luna's direction again, and then back to her empty plate, staring at her own reflection with rapt focus.

Starlight reached for her choker and watched as Celestia's mind began to flicker. Her eyes fixed upon it, her expression draining as the hand drew closer, and filling with life again as it retracted. After a few false starts, she grasped the gem, turned it slightly and said: "Celestia, Starlight says: tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking that your confession was another illusion." she recited in a hollow monotone. "That's why Luna didn't react. You're still trying to get a rise out of me. But it won't work. I believe that your illusions have tended to be more complex and obscene, so I am conflicted about whether or not you are changing to more subtle tactics."

Starlight chuckled, and brought her hand back to her teacup, her other snapping at Luna and rousing her again. "Luna, Starlight says: 'Illusion' Number 3. We wouldn't want to disappoint the Princess, would we?"

Luna pushed out her chair, and once again, Celestia's eyes jumped in her direction. As her younger sister slid beneath the lip of the table, the edge of her mouth began to twitch, the discomfort on her face as clear as day, and a priceless work of art. Beneath the table, Starlight heard the tapping of her foot intensify, and then stop suddenly, as Luna pried her resistant legs apart and held them in place, her eyes jumping downward and going wide at seeing her sister's peering back up at her.

"So, Princess Celestia, I was thinking... If you'd like, I could tell you all about it."

The Sun Goddess said nothing, her eyes still fixed downward, a scandalised look of anticipation to her face as she waited for what was to come next. Starlight took a sip from her teacup, and returned it to it's plate, and repeated herself. "Princess Celestia?"

"Hm? Wha - what did you say?"

"I said, if you're really curious, I could tell you all about it. My 'evil' plan, that is."

Celestia remained silent. She nodded politely again in faux agreement, and turned to face the empty air where she thought her sister to be.

"Just say it, Princess. Just say to me: 'Please, Starlight Glimmer, I'm much too stupid to figure it out on my own. Tell me how you bested me."

Still nothing. No reaction, save for her shifting slightly in her seat and pushing her teacup aside. "I think I - I might like a different cup of-"

Then like the crash of thunder, her balled fist struck against the edge of the table.

Starlight jumped in her seat, and set her magic to the task of holding everything in place, just in time to catch the enormous slab of rock that tilted violently towards Celestia, and set it back in place.

"Suh - Sorry." Celestia said through a hand now fixed to her mouth. "I - I thought - I saw - a - a bug." she all but plead to Luna's empty chair.

"That must have been quite a bug." Starlight quipped, knowing now by the increasingly rapid rise and fall of Celestia's magnificent chest that Princess Luna had set about her work.

"Sifter, perhaph you and I thould retyre a moe-munt to discuth thumthing in privut..."

"NO!" Celestia shrieked, as Starlight knew she would, and as one pair of princess-lips met another, making an audible suck. "No - I - I meant, no. I'm fine, Luna. Thank you for your concern."

"Did you get it?" Starlight asked. "The bug, I mean?" Celestia replied with a look that set the three teacups to boil.

"Juh - just - MUH - missed. But I - I WUH - will. Scuh - SCURying - ee - inSECts - have no - NO - place in my - IN MY - cuh- castle."

Starlight gave a beaming smile to match Celestia's hideous frown. "Well, you know how insects are. No matter how hard you try, they always manage to find a way in. You can't kill them all."

"JUHst - the ones - I SEE."

Beneath the table, Starlight gave Luna's right foot a prod, and a moment later, Celestia's face began to flush. Her breath was coming in heaves now, and she held to the seat of her chair for dear life, as her sister accelerated her pace, and the sound of wet, sloppy licking began to grow louder and louder.

Starlight turned to the window and saw the sun, already nearly to the horizon. Wistfully, she thought to herself that the sunset was so much more beautiful when Twilight was guiding it.

She knew, as it touched against the dark shadow of the distant mountains, that she needed to move things along. Tomorrow was the big day, and for all the fun she was having, her time was not infinite.

She brushed against Luna's left foot, and relief came to The Sun Goddess' face in an instant. Luna appeared in her chair a moment later, her face slathered in not-quite-cum, and her eyes once again vacant.

Celestia's arms wobbled, her eyes still upon herself. The look on her face said everything. Disbelief was the only proper descriptor, though it failed to capture the extent of her incredulity. She looked, to Starlight, not quite defeated, but utterly pathetic.

She had been waiting for this moment. Dreaming of it in fact. This was as it should be. This royal mediocrity, who had stood in her, and more importantly, Twilight's, way, for far too long, was now as she should have always been.

Though the clock was ticking, there was still time. Time enough for her to finish what she had started.

She took her gem in hand and said: "Celestia, Starlight says:..."

The Princess raised her head as if it weighed a thousand tonnes. Her eyes met the gem, and her eyelids began to droop.

Starlight took one long look at her, and felt an ocean of emotion dredge to the surface. Her voice low, and thick with bile, she began to speak. To explain to the Princess the true nature of her situation, and beyond that, the truth of her very being.

"you are..."

Author's Note

I had an extremely rare moment of what I think some people mean when they refer to "flow". I seem to only get one of them a year, if I'm lucky, and weirdly enough, only when I'm sleep deprived. REALLY wish that sorta thing happened more often or that I knew how to tap it, but in any case, here's a short chapter hot on the heels of the previous one, hopefully it reads alright. I wouldn't bank on this kinda turnaround happening again, but who the fuck knows.

That's right! Starlight has been in control the whole time!

Gasp! Shocked murmuring overtakes the crowd, and somewhere an aristocrat with a monocle cries out for his medication.

A masterfully executed twist that no one could've possibly seen coming, especially not several different people in the comments of previous chapters, so don't bother looking back into those comments, because none of them predicted it, and you can trust me on that because why would I lie about something that makes me look clever and talented and - and - and pick me teacher I'm ever so smart!

ANYWAY! Have you seen Barry? Have you played Bloons 6? What do YOU think Starlight said to Celestia? Probably that she's doing a crackerjack job and should keep up the good work. That would be a pretty cool way to end things, right? Let me know in the comments (but don't be right or I'll deny your existence like I did one paragraph ago).

See you soon~ish

Guests of Honour ✓ (Part 5)

A Pathetic Fraud tried as best she could to remain focused. In spite of her admittedly feeble intellect, the seriousness of her situation was not lost on her. Starlight Glimmer, through her peerless mastery of magic and planning, had backed the sorry excuse for a Princess into what felt more and more to be an inescapable corner.

Her eyes flicked momentarily, and without intention, across the table. They were drawn there in fear and fascination, in the same way one might peer over the edge of cliff to look upon the vast open space beneath. As they met the mortal sorceress', the imposter Princess felt it, an unsettling sort of twinge, like that of first seeing the solid, indifferent ground stretching out below, and immediately cast her own eyes downward.

But only slightly.

They hitched on their way, fixing themselves on the blue gem - that cheap, inconsequential bauble - that hung from Starlight's choker. The pitiable Princess found herself fascinated. Not by the gem itself, for it was, as ever, entirely beneath her notice, but by something strange that she could just barely glimpse within it.

It was a fleeting glint, a trick of the light, surely, she thought... but her eyes refused to budge. There was something more to it. A shade or a blur somewhere within the dully carved facets. A whisper of a presence that she felt, despite the triviality of the gem, was somehow important.

There was a rustling of fabric, a hiss or a gasp, the feel of smooth, lifeless stone, but all of it amounted to nothing. A melange of sensations which faded away until they were nothing. She couldn't dwell on them. Not right now. For reasons she couldn't quite place, she felt drawn towards whatever it was she was seeing.

Gazing deeper, and deeper, and deeper still, forgetting herself and the severity of her circumstances and instead, trying to discern - to put a name to the shapes that obscured themselves behind the glittering blue reflections, pulling away each time she tried to bring them into focus.

That same, awful twinge, a creeping dread that began seeping in, and a weight of foreboding pressing down on her as she drew closer and closer to the cliff's edge. The ledge grew thinner and more unstable, yet she was compelled forward, trying in vain to put a name to the formless shapes that so commanded her attention. There was something about them. Familiar but foreign, terrifying but necessary, tugging at her relentlessly until -

"Can I get you something, Princess?"

The shapes within the gem vanished and in their stead, the fullness of reality and sensations deferred, fell upon the worthless pretender in tiny fragments like drops of rain.

The first was the dress, the feel of it, gripping tightly against her as it strained to hold its tailored shape in her new position. That came second - that she was no longer in her chair. She had, at some point, risen from it, and was now sprawled half way across the table, balanced precariously on one knee, her right hand outstretched, her fingers stopping just short of Starlight's choker.

An inferno erupted along her cheeks, and Starlight gave a knowing smirk. What little there was that A Pathetic Fraud's dress left to the imagination had become as much a fact as gravity, and the spellbinding sorceress had taken note, directing her query to the pair of colossal royal tits that hung, cradled by strands of taut golden silk before her, rather than to their owner.

Starlight could reach out and touch her.

More than that, she could reach out and feel her.

If she so chose, she could slip a hand beneath the overtaxed fabric and hold the full weight of them in the palm of her hand.

A Pathetic Fraud's gave an involuntary whimper at the thought, and the breathtaking magus' smile expanded.

She knew.

Somehow, Starlight Glimmer knew.

She knew that though she tried to hide it, and though she would deny it, the disappointment of a Diarch would melt at her touch. That for A Pathetic Fraud to be made helpless for the abuse of the beautiful and brilliant Starlight Glimmer was a thought which aroused and disturbed her in equal measure.

She had spent her whole life at war with her true nature. She had played the role as best she could, the role she had been born into, the good Princess, the wise ruler, the benevolent Goddess.

But in truth she was none of those things.

She was a pervert.

A slut.

A perpetual slave to her basest, most carnal desires.

In any just world she would have been born a harem girl, or a whore, or perhaps even a circus attraction. She would have lived a life in which her obscene, indecent body could be put to its proper use, and she could be as she had always been meant to be: an object. An object to be used and filled and sucked and fucked for all eternity. That should have been her destiny.

She had never been cut out to be a Princess. Her endless parade of failures and defeats were testament enough to that. But even so, her subjects had been loyal. They had endured her incompetence, even idolising and adoring her in spite of it.

But Starlight was different.

Better.

In only a few short years, she had seen through a charade that had lasted centuries. Perhaps she had never been fooled at all. Now she sat here, and it was not worship that gleamed in her eyes, but rather a covetousness, a contempt that left something within her to restively stir.

A lash of cool air swept through the room, and A Pathetic Fraud felt it brush against her bare sex. A shameful thrill tingled up her spine, and she was reminded that her sister could no doubt see every intimate millimetre of her if she hadn't already averted her gaze.

The thought shook her, undoing her precarious balancing act. Trying to remain upright she began to shift, her left hand plunged into something cool and squishy, but that was the least of her concerns.

As she listed to one side, she felt the table do the same, and with a flash of panic, a vision of the whole thing, the plates, the tea, all of it, and herself with it, capsizing, flashed in her mind.

She braced for it. For gravity to have its way with her, and felt her stomach vanish from her body.

Then it stopped.

The whole table, everything, and everyone on it held still beneath a veil of turquoise light. While A Pathetic Fraud had frozen in fear, Starlight Glimmer, ever the quick thinker, had averted disaster, stabilising the table, and the pretender to the throne upon it. When her spell was released, A Pathetic Fraud slunk backward to her chair, mumbling as she beat her retreat: "I - I was just hoping to take a - a better look at your necklace..."

"Why, sister.." Luna interjected, uncovering her eyes as A Pathetic Fraud took her seat, a nervous laugh upon her lips. "When we wish to do such things... we ask." The last words came in an admonishing hiss, and the elder Goddess gave a chastened nod in reply.

"Yes - yes, of course... I just - F-forgive me..."

"Nonsense!" Starlight replied, "For the Princess of Equestria to take an interest in my choker - I can't think of any greater compliment. And it is quite a nice gem, isn't it, Princess? If you'd like a closer look I could -"

"No! No. That won't be necessary - thank you."

Mind stell reeling, A Pathetic Fraud looked to a layer cake near the table's centre, and then to her left arm. She had been into it up to her elbow when she lost her balance. It looked to her now like an old building mid way through demolition.

How could she begin to explain this? She didn't even understand what had happened. How she had lost herself so totally, or what she had seen. What must Luna think of her now?

She took up her panties, still neatly folded at her side and damp to the touch. Staying the course was her only option. The delusion that she might be able to match her wits against Starlight was now a distant memory, but if she could just maintain the thinnest veneer of normalcy, perhaps she could buy more time and get lucky.

She held her underwear up for the table to see, and made to set them to her arm, but stopped upon hearing the trill of Starlight's spoon against the rim of her teacup. F-natural, A Pathetic Fraud noted, and set her panties down. There was a pang of... not hunger, per se, as such things fell outside the domain of the divine - but a craving, a sudden need to have... and her eyes fell upon the plate of eclairs.

'We need to focus.' she told herself. 'And we can't concentrate until we eat something.'

She chose one, conspicuous among the pile for its size. While the others would fit comfortably in the hands of mortals, this one was more than twice as large, stretching along both her hands, and sagging at one end beyond them. There was an off comfort to it, its soft shell and heft, for some reason, feeling familiar and almost nostalgic.

She held it overhead, licking her full, ripe lips as she did, and polishing the gold of her lipstick.

'Starlight had shown herself capable of weaving seamlessly between subtle and bombastic illusions. Something so simple fell well within the bounds of her nigh-incomprehensibly vast intellect...' the disgrace of a Diarch pondered, placing a gentle kiss on the pastry's tip, and then parting her glistening lips, inviting it between them.

The titanic confection only barely fit inside her mouth, requiring that she stretch her jaw uncomfortably wide to accommodate its girth, but the taste made it well worth the effort. It was almost overpoweringly sweet. The glossy chocolate shell began to melt the moment it breached her lips, dribbling down the sides and clinging to the inside of her mouth. It was perhaps the best tasting pastry she had ever eaten. She closed her eyes, focusing the whole of her senses on the experience of having such a confectionary wonder inside of her. To devour it all at once would be a terrible waste. This was something to be savoured.

'Starlight can create visions for us...' she thought, sliding the enormous length of the pastry backward, and then forward again, relaxing her throat as she did to take it deeper with each pass. 'She can trick our senses, but our mind is still our own...' Her tongue slipped along the base of it, dancing along every millimetre, peeling away thin flakes of perfect crust.

There was a sense of reassurance, however slight, in knowing that despite Starlight's immense magical powers, even she was not without limit. But that still left many questions. What had she seen? What had Starlight shown her? And why did she react as she did?

Her adversary's teacup trilled for a second time, and A Pathetic Fraud froze, the near foot-long pastry all but invisible, buried in her mouth and down her throat. Languidly, she guided it back into the open where it hung in her hands, stripped of its chocolate shell and dribbling down her chest.

She held it there, opening and half-crossing her eyes as they fixed on its end, a few centimetres out from her face. Her mouth shaped in a wide, inviting 'O', her tongue extended, twitching slightly as anticipation began to build.

'We must be missing something...'

The cup trilled again, and A Pathetic Fraud tightened her grasp, forcing a gush of white, creamy frosting to explode outward.

It flowed over her, first into her mouth, eliciting an approving hum as perfect vanilla sweetness filled her. Soon, however it overflowed, running in slow, sticky rivers down her chin, and then her chest. The pure white filling took on a luminescent sheet against her dark, flawless skin.

She moved it higher above her, running her hands along its length, milking it for every last drop, and turning her face from side to side until her cheeks were coated, and she had been bathed in every last drop.

With the word 'savour' still at the fore of her mind, she refused to swallow. Instead she sat with a wanton grin, opening her mouth wide and letting ever more of it flow down along her body. She swept her tongue in the saccharine pool, and gargled with it, so that tiny bubbles popped and sprayed themselves along her skin. It was only at the sound of the teacup's trill that she finally allowed herself to finish, taking it all in one wonderful gulp, her craving satisfied as suddenly as it had come over her.

She reached for her panties again, first running them along her arm, and then, across her face, and over her chest. When the bulbous dollops of filling were little more than white streaks along her skin, she wadded them up, turned towards her sister, and began to work her tongue over them.

Luna's stare was cold. Her ageless features were weathered with worry, the facade of calm collection that she had maintained throughout this ordeal entirely discarded. Her lips were pressed together in a thin, almost invisible line, the edges of her mouth turned downward, and her whole body leaning ever so slightly inward, as if stalled midway toward offering comfort.

She was scared.

And she had every right to be.

As far as she knew, her elder sister, the fat-titted figurehead of the nation had lost her mind. A Pathetic Fraud spread out her licked clean panties for everyone to see, but appeals to normalcy and royal convention could not dispel her doubts. Not at this point.

Luna's intelligence and perception were exceeded only by the likes of Starlight and Twilight, and easily dwarfed her own.

A Pathetic Fraud had been lucky to be born first. She had been luckier still that when Luna had first tried to usurp her, she had managed to banish her. But luckiest of all was that upon Luna's return, when her centuries long charade of rulership appeared to be at its end, that Twilight Sparkle had been there to save her.

'We are nothing without Twilight Sparkle...' she thought to herself, with the finality of a line read from an encyclopedia. And with that thought came a realisation - one which she could no longer ignore: 'Twilight Sparkle is our only hope...'

She turned away from Luna, saying nothing, because there was nothing she could hope to say. Immersed in the oppressive silence around her, she folded her panties, and replaced them at her side, then laid her hands in her lap, and planted her eyes there with them. 'Twilight will come for us... If we can just resist until then... If we can just hold ourselves together...'

'Focus' the joke of a ruler thought, and heard the word echo within the vast emptiness of her mind, repeating itself again and again until it was little more than a rebarbative taunt.

'Starlight Glimmer is lying to us...' and a flicker of unease came to life. She saw her left hand twitch in place, and gripped her right tightly upon it. 'She - she has poisoned our senses...' the grip of her right hand began to loosen, fingers coming undone one by one in defiance of the will of their owner. The left stirred, pushing the right aside, limp and unmoving, leaving A Pathetic Fraud to stare at it, helplessly. Her own hand, that in that moment felt to her like a coiled viper laying in wait.

'Twilight will - she always has and she always will -'

But that notion was cut short as her left hand began to slither and disappeared beneath the hem of her dress.

'Strange' was the only word that came to mind to describe the sensation, though it was wholly inadequate. Her arm moved with an eerie sort of precision, both unfamiliar and horrifyingly natural.

'It's not real...' she told herself. Again and again she told herself. Doing as best she could to remain anchored to reality, even as Starlight's brilliant illusions came closer and closer to supplanting it.

She could feel it all. The tightening of her tendons, the stretching of her skin. She felt the touch of the dress against the back of her hand, and soon the tips of her fingers brushing against the quivering lips of her slit. The response was instant, not merely a trickle, but a flood, and a thrum of pleasure throughout her body as the chair beneath her flooded.

She groaned. A low, rumbling sort of sound that came upon her with such speed and force that she could not hope to suppress it.

'Not real...' she repeated, but the words were hollow. 'We must focus, we must endure...'

Two fingers plunged themselves fully inside her, and a ragged gasp breached her lips. Her legs slammed together, and she pulled her feet up from the floor, curling inward on herself as her whole body began to tremble with an agonising want.

A dense fog of lust rolled over her, smothering her consciousness. Thoughts of resistance, of Twilight, and Luna, and Starlight began to bleed away, becoming mere formless shadows behind the encroaching grey mist. Meanwhile, a rush of electric bliss overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes filled with intensifying colours that quickly turned to starbursts, the sound of her rushing heartbeat pounded in her ears.

'...focus...' her mind whispered.

She didn't care.

Not then.

All save for one of her senses faded beneath her notice, demoted to the lowest of orders so that the sum total of her attention could be paid to the only thing in the world that mattered: the feel of fingers rutting themselves inside of her noble-born cunt.

A deep, resonant sound escaped her, rising slowly from within and reverberating through her chest.

Somewhere, obscured by the all encompassing murk, there was an impression that that was wrong to do. The shape of it, pressed against the formless grey of her sudden lust called out to her, and, half-heartedly, she turned herself towards it.

'NOT. REAL.'

Her eyes peeled apart, the assault of colours giving begrudging way to what existed beyond the endless, near-irresistible yearning. A flicker of awareness sparked within them, and she began to push against the engulfing mist, in search for a path back to reality.

It felt to A Pathetic Fraud like an impossible task, and not least so because the effort was half-hearted.

She felt delirious. The whole experience was intoxicating. This world Starlight had fashioned from nothing but her own vast intellect felt to A Pathetic Fraud like an elevated plane of existence. One where a single illusory touch was akin to the fullest attentions of the most expensive royal courtesans.

It would be so easy to remain here, effortless in fact. Like a pig in its own filth, she wanted nothing more than to wallow in this feeling forever.

But she couldn't.

She couldn't?

She needed to...

She needed to - to focus.

'This hand is not our hand.' A thought that was nearly dismissed before it fully formed in the smallness of her mind.

How could it be anything but her own hand? She felt every flex of the fingers, every quiver of her sex against them, and the warm, slick flow of fresh need running along her skin. It knew the contours of her desire as well as she herself.

But it couldn't be real.

It knew what she wanted - what she needed in ways that were beyond even its owner. This was not the aimless fumbling of first contact, nor the frenzied efforts of an unfamiliar lover. These fingers were surgically precise. Somehow Starlight had come to know exactly how to toy with her, to tease her, to drag her to the brink of ecstasy, and then pull her back, leaving her a panting, sweating, sopping mess of anticipation.

It couldn't be real.

Reality couldn't feel this good.

"Sister?"

Luna's voice carved a path through the shroud. A thin wedge of light, through which A Pathetic Fraud could glimpse the real world again, even as the ever steady pumping of her hand threatened to pull her back under.

She wilted beneath Luna's gaze the moment she met it. Her sister's voice had shed its calm, no longer soft or soothing, it now trembled with an urgency that verged on panic, as if the castle were about to go up in flames around them.

"Sister?" she asked again, and A Pathetic Fraud, still half-within her stupor, bobbed her head in uncomprehending reply, watching from the corner of her eye as Luna's hand began to rise from her side.

It hung there a moment, as her younger sister prodded: "Well?" and then it came for her - one swift strike that cracked across A Pathetic Fraud's face, and rang out in the air. The dud of a deity jerked to one side, rocking in her chair and seizing in shock. The fog had cleared, not quite entirely, but enough for her to understand what had just happened.

'Not... not real...' she reminded herself, even as the pain that only another Goddess could inflict stung her cheek. 'Need to focus - need to buy time to think...' But that wasn't true. She needed to focus, but more than that, more than anything, she needed to cum.

The hand - that accursed hand had pulled away. Just as Luna's hand had made contact it had recoiled. It had abandoned her.

Because it knew.

Somehow it knew everything.

It knew how much being slapped excited her. It knew that that she was a worthless, whore Princess who needed to be punished. And it knew that if it had been there just one instant longer, sweet, desperate relief would have come over her, and the dull formless shapes of her thoughts would return to some semblance of focus.

But instead it denied her. No doubt, just as Starlight intended. A Pathetic Fraud was already an anthill to her intellectual mountain, but still she wanted to see her made smaller. She had thought that Starlight's goal was to make her seem mad, but perhaps she had underestimated her ambition. Perhaps she truly meant to drive her crazy, and to do so with cruel, agonising denial.

Even now, the hand taunted her. It danced along her inner thing, brushing with a feather touch against the quaking edges of her slit. Toying with her and keeping her forever just on the brink. It was as if it had been practiced. As if it somehow could know her most precise limits and how to exploit them.

She took up her free hand, a sense of relief, however slight, at the fact that at least one of her appendages would once again obey her. She reached out, placing it on Luna's shoulder, pushing through the fog of her mind to search for the right words to reassure her.

Though the very essence of her being wished to plead with her, to tell her what was truly happening, she could do no such thing. She could do nothing. Nothing except endure. She gazed deeply into Luna's eyes, the ones that she felt burning through her in search of the calm, poised sister that she had known.

Her left hand began stroking gently at the outer edge of her lips, and static crept into the edges of her vision. The scent of her musk surrounded her, and the escape of pure physical bliss beckoned her, but she remained resolute.

Still, she would persevere.

She steadied her breathing, tightened her grip on her sister's shoulder, and said: "Twat."

A Pathetic Fraud's eyes went wide, and her mouth hung just slightly agape, left open as if the word could return home before it was heard. The one hand over which she had control leapt into action, closing fingers over her lips like a grate, as a heat swelled behind her cheeks.

"C - Cunt!" she blurted from behind them, and sprang backward in her chair. "T - Twist my fat royal nipples!"

The traitorous hand punctuated each foul statement, adopting a new tactic as it began to alternate between long gentle strokes and quick painful pinches.

Nonetheless, with fingers firmly shut, A Pathetic Fraud managed to stem the flow of verbal sewage. She stared boggle eyed at her sister, waiting with terrible curiosity for Luna's revolted response.

Instead, she saw confusion.

The sound of Starlight's snickering gave it away, and the realisation dawned on her just as a slow, pinch and twist of her clit sent a shudder all throughout her body. Her own, well-deserved humiliation doubled the pain-infused pleasure, and would drag her back away from lucidity if she let it.

The words she spoke remained hers, she reasoned, but Starlight, knowing how she would react, had changed how she had heard them.

A crease formed along Luna's brow, and a scowl took hold of her lips as the elder sister remained silent. She began to plead: "Sister, if there is something the matter you must tell me." but as she did, she began to lean forward. The chill of her breath fell gently upon A Pathetic Fraud, soothing against the overwhelming heat that had overtaken a body crying out for release.

It disturbed A Pathetic Fraud just how quickly Starlight had twisted Luna's touch, a source of comfort for all her life, into something perverse and ugly. Before she had entered this hall, she had known only solace from the chill of her skin, but now, as she watched those pale, white hands lay themselves on her widespread thighs, and begin to run themselves up and down along their length, she could feel only revulsion.

A Pathetic Fraud's eyes jumped from Luna's face to Luna's hands, to her own hand, working busily between her legs, and then to Starlight.

Her mind was elsewhere, trying to focus, but on what? On her need to cum, on her need to resist, on the shades within the gem, on the artefact she couldn't find, on seams of the illusions she couldn't see, on Twilight and her friends and if they would ever arrive, and it was too much!

It was all just too much!

Too much for anyone, but especially too much for her. Too much for A Pathetic Fraud who thought with her pussy and tits rather than with her brain. Too much for A Pathetic Fraud who was once again, forever and always in need of rescue.

One of Luna's hands slipped between her thighs, her fingers dipping into the lagoon that was A Pathetic Fraud's lap and beginning to stir in the roiling fluid between them.

She swallowed hard, returned to her sister, and spoke again in a voice that was as toneless as a cracked bell: "Twat, I am a... a slut-princess. I need a cock between my enormous tits to g - glaze me in warm cum..."

Two fingers plunged deep within her as she spoke, and a spurt of fresh not-quite-cum spilled out of her, riding on the wave of her self-debasement, but still refusing to grant her release.

She stared, her own eyes wide and beseeching, as if she could somehow transmit her true intentions through grovelling alone. Luna's expression hardly changed. It did not soften, and the lines of worry remined frozen in place. "If you say so sister..." she murmured, an unmistakable hesitance to her voice. The hand on A Pathetic Fraud's thigh retreated, but the other, that had been immersed in A Pathetic Fraud's pool of shame remained.

There was a shimmer of divine magic there, and A Pathetic Fraud despite her better judgement, broke from her sister to stare. She saw the deep blue of Luna's magic illuminate the puddle beneath her, taking hold of it and contorting it around her fingers. She lifted her hand, and the thick, colourless fluid followed after it, stretching long and rounding at its end.

"What is it, sister?" Luna asked, and A Pathetic Fraud snapped back to Luna's eyes, peering into her own with an unnerving curiosity.

A Pathetic Fraud squirmed in place as Luna's hand came between them, holding delicately the product of her magic in her fingertips. It was a knobbed, crystalline shaft, frozen solid and twinkling in the faltering light of the evening sun. She twisted and turned it, waving it from one side to the other, her face becoming distorted by the ice, turning from compassion to cruel in each pass.

The slattern Sovereign traced its path, her chest tightening with every pass. She fought back the urge to shriek in disgust - in words she wouldn't even be able to understand - to swat it away - with a hand that may well refuse. Instead, she sat passively, absorbing the taunt, and dreading what was to come next, resigned to her inability to prevent it.

The younger sister rose from her chair, and A Pathetic Fraud flinched like a beaten dog. It had all become so familiar to her now. She sat there, staring into empty space, trying as best she could to keep her eyes on Luna's level. To ignore the icy chill of Starlight's illusion as it took a great handful of shimmering, divine light, and pulled her to her feet.

Her body complied, and this too had become terrifyingly banal. She would have given almost anything for the solace of stillness. She bent every ounce of her will toward anchoring herself to the chair, marshaling all her thoughts into the singular act of doing nothing. A Pathetic Fraud was unsurprised as she felt her body begin to betray her. She could exert no more power over it than she could her rogue hand that even now was unbothered, taunting her in steady, tender strokes.

She watched, from behind eyes that were not her own as she stood to full height, and slid the chair behind her to one side.

Her feet pressed firmly into the ground, her toes spreading wide for balance. In a single, graceless, mechanical sort of motion, her weight shifted from her heels, and her arches went taut.

'Not real...' she thought as her toes spread wide to keep her balance.

'Not real...' she thought as she bent forward, touching her chin to the table.

'None of this is real!' and yet the flush of fresh humiliation as she thrust her rear outward and upward disagreed. Though she knew that at this moment, she was sat in her chair, still staring into Luna's eyes, doing her best to comfort her, it didn't matter. Reality was something glimpsed through the forever shrinking space between the bars of the prison of Starlight's illusions.

The faintest moment of solace came as the whole of her body went rigid, turning to lifeless wood, so that even the hand - that interminable, betrayer hand stopped, and fell, dripping wet to her side.

Through deep, drowning breaths, and torrents of sweat, she stood there, the all consuming hunger of her body, the insatiable lust that possessed her remained. A physical ache so deep that it felt like a permeant part of her, begging to be fulfilled.

From across the table, between the pastries and the cakes, and the vast ocean of white, A Pathetic Fraud saw her.

Starlight Glimmer.

And though she tried, she could no longer look away.

She was held there, her body beyond her control, her eyes with nowhere to run. The sight of her consuming A Pathetic Fraud. Curls of purple and teal, and tender peach skin. So unassuming yet perfect a form. And there she sat, above a Goddess, who could do little else but cower before her.

"Comfortable?" she asked, in a voice that was cloyingly sweet, but hit A Pathetic Fraud's ears like a Tartarean shriek. She made to reply - to snark, or growl, or give some indication of resistance, but could give little more than a mewling whimper.

Luna's hands laid themselves on the curves of her hips, one tracing up along them and to the small of her back, where the palm came to rest flat. Her own hands returned to life, still unresponsive to the commands of their owner, but alive to those of Starlight and her depraved whims.

They arrived where Luna's had just been, sweeping aside her dress, and then taking hold of either flank of her rear, her fingers digging in tightly to the supple yet firm flesh of her backside, and began to pull in either direction until she could feel the touch of the cool evening air against her - her...

She just needed to hold on. Twilight would come to her rescue. She and her friends. They always came. She just needed to hold-

"GuwahhhhhhhhhFUuuuuuCCCCK..."

Her entire being, her every muscle and tendon, tensed in unison. If her body had been wooden before, it was now stone, utterly petrified. Her heart vanished, leaving an empty void in its place for an eternal moment, before it roared back, hammering ferociously in her chest as panic took hold of her.

Her lips spread in an unnaturally wide grin, her ears began to ring, and her vision blurred as her eyes bulged, crossed and then rolled back, the already faint embers of her intelligence and awareness that had been within them snuffed out, leaving them hollow and doll-like as they looked off into oblivion.

She lost herself in it. There was no time to resist. The fog that she had fighting to keep at bay rushed forward all at once, so quickly that it took her entirely before she could even fully understand it. The full force of the sensation simply washed over her, and A Pathetic Fraud was taken by the pleasure, totally and completely...

Then she gasped.

Hot and loud.

Back in reality, and out of the hedonistic abyss into which she had sank. It felt to her as if she had been gone for days, perhaps even months, but as the world slowly began to take shape, it became clear it had been only a few short seconds.

She felt the faint, lingering smile, still on her lips, and fresh, blissful tears rolling down her cheeks.

But there was more than that.

As she tried to regain composure, to piece together the whirl of sensations, there was one which she couldn't deny.

Something was -

But she terminated the thought before it could be finished. It was something too terrible to contemplate, and yet it returned with irresistible force, and asserted itself again, so that it could not be ignored.

Something was inside of her - something was inside of her ass.

A terrible chill ran through her body. It was as if her every nerve had been submerged beneath the waters of the northern seas. For the first time in her life, the Goddess of The Sun shivered with cold.

Starlight cackled madly: "I beg your pardon, Princess?"

A Pathetic Fraud said nothing, still reeling, still grappling with what it was that was happening, feeling utterly unequipped to so much as process the thought.

Ashamed as she was to admit it, she had been defeated by it. The pleasure. The pleasure that only Starlight could give her, and that only Starlight could deny her...

And that was the point.

She had come back from the brink, but not of her own will. She had been beyond point of choosing to fight back. Yet still, she had been returned. Still, she could not finish.

She couldn't cum.

She couldn't cum.

She couldn't cum.

She was trembling, and if she had not been compelled to stand, she surely would have collapsed. Pent up frustration rushed though her veins.

Starlight Glimmer would not allow her the satisfaction of defeat. She would not allow the sham ruler to succumb to her torture.

From where she was. From how she felt, A Pathetic Fraud recognised Starlight, or perhaps saw her clearly for the first time. She was not merely a schemer, but a conqueror.

She wouldn't stop. Not so long as A Pathetic Fraud made to resist. She would do this forever if she had to.

"Starlight asked you a question..." Luna spoke from over A Pathetic Fraud's shoulder, and as a point of emphasis, pressed firmly against the intruding object - the cock - the frozen cock - that her sister - her own sister - had pressed in - into her ass.

"Butt slut! I'm Starlight Glimmer's butt slut!" she replied with an earthquake tremor and a half-sob to her voice, the frigid phallus sliding in by another notch, threatening to split her in half. They were not her words, but they may as well have been. She could hardly deny them.

She needed a moment - a moment to think - to think about - about - Starlight - magic - her sister - not her sister - Twilight - where was Twilight? She needed to focus. She needed to cum. She needed to think. She couldn't think until she came. But Starlight wouldn't let her. Would never let her. Starlight was in control. Starlight had always been in control.

Another notch.

It was a single sharp moment of true awareness, full knowledge and introspection of the absurdity and hopelessness of her situation, that was quickly overcome by a tranquilizing like rush of humiliating pleasure that further dulled her senses and set her mind adrift.

She couldn't take it.

She knew she couldn't.

She was being pulled apart in all directions by forces she couldn't begin to understand.

She couldn't win.

Twilight was her only chance.

Twilight would rescue her.

Twilight always saved her.

But would there be anything left to save?

In a listless haze, A Pathetic Fraud's eyes locked onto the pendant. No longer able to resist its pull. For the first time, she could see it clearly. The visions shrouded within them.

Visions of herself.

Of her future.

She could see deep in the stone, a version of herself in every facet. She saw faces contorted in agony. She saw all manner of positions and implements. She saw her sister and her and Starlight, one thousand times over. An endless, winding maze of torture that awaited her.

A journey she could not hope to survive.

She knew that was Starlight's plan. To break her. To leave her so utterly mad that no one, not even her sister or her student would trust her.

And she would.

She would do it.

There was no doubt now in A Pathetic Fraud's mind.

Her grip seemed to grow tighter with each passing second.

A full body shudder came over her. Luna's hand swept along her back, and A Pathetic Fraud knew what was to come. Starlight Glimmer knew no restraint. She wouldn't stop. She would never stop. Not until - until -

"ENOUGH!"