Luna hurried around the palace’s banquet hall, making sure that everything was prim and proper for tonight’s festivities. The usually regal space had been transformed into quite the den of masculine depravity.

A massive table had been laid out with a plethora of food options on it, ranging from fried goods to a healthier selection; an addition suggested by her sister. At the end of the tables were massive silver bins filled with ice. Some contained soft drinks, others bottled water, but most held a variety of domestic beers.

Around this table were a few places to sit and lounge around, though beyond that were a few much cozier venues. These were made up of impromptu beds which were surrounded by cushions and shelves full of toys and trinkets. Each bed had a name affixed to it, the mare who would be servicing it for the evening.

It turned out that a few members of the staff had also eagerly jumped at the idea of celebrating the guards. Surely only for altruistic reasons and not just for an excuse to let loose and bed some of the hunkiest stallions in the capital.

Though two beds stuck out, stationed upon stages on opposite sides of the room. These were by far the grandest in the entire space and were obviously reserved for the two main attractions of the evening.

Luna’s was practically an entire dungeon, with abundant shelves of toys and tools which any of the guards could use upon her. Her stage also had an X-shaped cross, stockade, and abundant anchoring points to affix her to. While modest compared to her private quarters, it would still be the wet dream of many D/s couples. Plus, there was even a nice cage to keep her stored away, just in case she ever found herself experiencing some down time.

Celestia’s on the other hand did not have nearly as much spectacle to it. There were only a few toys but these were far more vanilla in nature. Still, even if it was a more pedestrian venue, she had no doubt that the guards would be more than interested in providing her dear sister with plenty of company this evening.

Speaking of the devil, the elder alicorn cleared her throat, snapping Luna’s attention back to the moment as she wheeled around.

Sadly, her sister had not adopted the party’s feminine uniform, instead opting to merely present herself in an elegant strapless gown. Though Luna was pleased to see that she, at the very least, offered a smidge more cleavage than usual.

As for Luna, and the rest of the party favours, they all had very similar uniforms. They opted to wear a pair of steep heels, a skirt that barely covered their rumps, and tops which were little more than bands of fabric that fit tightly around their breasts. Oh, and Luna, for her part, also had the added benefit of wearing a thick leather collar with a nice fat ring in the front.

“I’m assuming that everything is in order?” Celestia asked, trying her best to look Luna in the eye and not stare at the canvas of flesh that was present.

Luna smirked and pulled out a list that was wedged between her breasts. “Food, check. Beverages, check. Music…” She snapped her fingers and a faint melody of party music began to play, prompting her smile to grow. “Check. Gods, is this how you feel everyday?”

Celestia nodded. “Pretty much.”

“But yes, everything is accounted for,” Luna said before eyeing up her sister. “Though it is sad that you decided not to dress properly.”

“Well, that’s because I have a plan,” Celestia said, offering a coy smile.

Luna crossed her arms over her chest. “And what would that be?”

Celestia chuckled. “You’ll see, dear sister. Let’s just say that I have a very special surprise in store for our loyal guards.”

“Are they waiting outside?”

Celestia nodded.

“And do they have any idea what’s going on?” Luna asked, cocking a brow. “I’m a little worried that word may have gotten out since we’ve brought on so many other ponies to help with this little scheme.”

Celestia offered an amused smile and shook her head. “I don’t think they are wise to the full intentions of what we have in store for them. From what I’ve heard, they are just assuming that this is just another very boring and formal party. Most are looking forward to the free wine more than anything else.”

“Well, I hope beer is okay,” Luna said, biting her lip.

Had she slipped up?

Celestia smirked. “You know, I think they might just be fine with that.” She looked towards the grand doors of the banquet hall. “Shall I summon them?”

“Better you than me,” Luna said. “I think if they saw me like this, they might get wise to what we have in store for them.”

Celestia nodded. “Very well, you get our volunteers out of sight and I will take the lead on keeping this ruse alive and well.”

Luna nodded and stepped towards a curtain off to the side of the room. As she moved there, she waved to the other mares present, getting them to follow.

All of the other mares were rather beautiful, a nice selection of volunteers who would surely aid Their Majesties in ensuring that tonight was extra special for the guard staff.

Once they were out of sight, Luna poked out from behind the curtain and gave Celestia a thumbs up. A gesture which her sister shot back before she turned towards the entrance. She cast a spell and the two massive bronze doors parted, allowing their awaiting guests to enter.

The guards began to mull in, looking dazed and more than a little confused. Some of them were dressed in their armours, others in their uniforms, and the rare few, who had taken their invitations at face value, arrived in casual clothing. Most began to form in a semi-circle around Celestia while a few others inspected the surroundings in a mixture of intrigue and confusion.

Behind Luna, one of the maids whispered to another and before long a stealthy consensus was reached. The guards would react positively to sluttily dressed mares. But they would react so much better when those mares also came out with bottles of beers. So, a cooler was cracked open and each of the mares grabbed two bottles, one for each hand.

Luna hovered hers silently beside herself, trying her best to peer from behind the curtain and pay attention to whatever Celestia had in mind. For now, her sister was silent, just waiting for the last few stragglers to fall into line and form up around her.

When they were in position, her horn pulsed and the door behind them closed. The lock was then turned and the sound of those grand mechanisms clicking loudly into place acted so wonderfully in silencing the murmur of the room. It let the assembled guards know that whatever was about to unfold was a private, maybe even secretive affair.

“Honoured gentlestallions,” Celestia began, taking a step towards them, her dress flowing mythically in her wake. “I am so pleased to see you all here today. As our invitation stated, me and my beloved sister have decided to host an appreciation event for our loyal soldiers.”

A few stallions grinned, though most kept a neutral reservation in the face of Celestia.

“Now some of you have been spreading a rumour that this was going to be some stuffy event full of classical music, unappetizing appetizers, and boxed wine. I can see that a few of you even dressed in your finest,” she said, smirking to herself, “against the suggestions of me and my sister’s invitations.”

A few stallions rubbed at their scalps, exchanging nervous looks. The only ones who looked confident were those dressed in jeans and polos.

“But I am pleased to announce that I have seen to my sister’s reasoning and we have put on quite the banquet in your honour. For starters, I heard that you all enjoy the spread supplied by our kitchen staff for your hoofball nights, and as such we have prepared all of those dishes in abundance,” she said, ushering towards the tables set up in the centre of the room.

This earned a few cheers from some of the more emboldened guards.

Celestia smirked. “Though I will admit I did interfere and ensure that a selection of healthier options were made available as well. And I will be most displeased if every guard doesn’t have at least some fruits and vegetables.”

A few guards chuckled.

“And while wine is fine, my sister suggested that you lot would be more partial to beers and ales. So, we have taken the initiative and bought quite the selection from some favoured local brewers.”

Now the room started to get rowdy, cheering on Celestia as she seemed to heap reward after reward upon them. It was like things couldn’t possibly get any better.

But how wrong they were.

Her sister smirked and held a hand to her chest. “And of course, as strapping young stallions, I am well aware that entertainment is an important aspect to any good soiree. As such, me and my sister have assured that you will be well provided for.”

A faint glow radiated out from her fingertips and her dress began to brighten with some mystic property. Before everypony’s eyes, the gown faded away strand by strand, turning to some ethereal dust that floated away upon a non-existent breeze.

The stallions gasped as they saw what Celestia had hidden underneath. She was dressed in a tight fitted ivory coloured corset which hugged her midsection tightly. It was cut short, exposing both of her large breasts. A pair of panties, coloured in a similarly pristine hue hugged her crotch. They were very risqué, leaving little to the imagination as they left her cutie marks vulnerable to touching and caressing. Finally, there were the heels. A modest pair, for sure, but they still left her taller than usual, towering even higher above the assembled guards.

All of them looked utterly awestruck at the figure before them, a few stallions appearing to be on the brink of passing out from the sheer shock of their host’s exposure.

Celestia smirked from ear to ear. “As such, my sister, myself, and a few very generous mares from the castle staff have offered ourselves to you this evening. Though…” she held up a commanding finger. “I expect you all to be smart and play by the rules. If a mare asks you to stop, you do so. If she needs a break, you respect that. And, of course, if you overindulge in alcohol, I expect you to be responsible. Do I make myself crystal clear?”

All of the guards nodded along to that request. Some assuredly, others still bearing the mark of dumbfoundedness that refused to abate.

“Anyways,” Celestia said. “The night has just started. So why don’t you grab some food, get a drink, and acquaint yourselves with the fine mares who will be accompanying you this evening.”

With that, she nodded towards the curtains, giving Luna the signal to come out and play her part.

Luna looked at the other mares and shared the signal before grabbing her pair of beers out of the air. She then walked out from behind the curtains, stepping confidently towards the guards with a liberal sway to her hips.

She could feel their eyes upon her, hungry, roving every inch of her poorly concealed flesh. She bit her lip and warmed, wondering which of them would have the confidence to claim her first. Surely, it would be one of her senior officers. After all, she had shared many evenings with them in the past and knew they’d warm to the idea quickly.

As she, and her perverted cohort, reached the guards, they spread out, offering both their beverages and bodies to the assembled stallions.

Luna soon found herself between the captain of the Lunar Guard, Ganymede, and his second-in-command, Io. The two of them exchanged a knowing look before making room for Luna to wedge herself between them. She offered each a beer, which they gladly took.

“Why am I not surprised that you’re behind something like this?” Io asked, shaking his head.

Ganymede chuckled. “I’ll admit, Lu, this is… not what I expected when I read your invitation.”

Luna smirked as Ganymede reached over, sliding a commanding hand under her skirts and groping her bare flank. He had always been one of the most forward stallions in her employ, a trait which she greatly appreciated.

“Well, not every guard in our retinues is as lucky as you two. My sister has even informed me that she isn’t a massive slut and doesn’t sleep with her staff,” she teased.

Io snorted and took a sip of his beer. “Imagine that, a Princess who actually knows a thing or two about how to act regal, and isn’t a completely depraved harlot who needs a daily dicking to think straight.”

“You’d wound me,” Luna joked, “if you weren’t so on the nose with that observation.” She reached over and cupped Io’s crotch, fondling his pride through his pants. “Would you two do me the honour of being the first two stallions I bed this evening?”

Ganymede smirked, bringing the bottle of beer to his lips and taking a sip. “You know, Your Majesty, that might just be a sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

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