The Banquet
Chapter 5
Previous ChapterCelestia sunk deeper into the sofa, watching as various janitors and members of the castle staff scurried about, cleaning up the mess left behind by tonight’s depraved festivities. The banquet hall was in a state of utter decay with stains of beer, food, and cum seeming to mark every possible surface.
Luna leaned against her sister, resting her tired head upon her shoulder.
The two of them were both absent of clothing, though neither seemed to mind in their equally exhausted states.
“So that was fun,” Luna said.
Celestia nodded. “It was. Though I will admit that I did feel a certain degree of exhaustion after the twentieth stallion.”
“Loser,” Luna teased, sticking out her tongue. “I made it to the twenty-fifth before that settled in.”
Ganymede snorted. “Princess… you were hardly done with the tenth stallion before I saw you start to get tired.”
Luna’s cheeks warmed. “Still, I managed to sate every stallion who came to use me.” She then looked up at her pet guard and held out a hand. “Do you still smoke?”
Ganymede chuckled and reached into his jacket’s pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He flipped it open and held one out, which Luna promptly took.
“Thanks, babe,” Luna said, using a small twinkle of magic to ignite the tip and draw in a nice drag.
“Would you like one, Your Majesty?” Ganymede asked, holding out the box to Celestia.
Celestia studied it for a moment before grabbing one and replicating her sister’s gesture, taking in a nice deep drag.
“Fuck it,” she grumbled, blowing out a billow of smoke. “If I’m going to be sinning tonight, I might as well go all out.”
“Hell yeah,” Luna agreed.
Celestia looked to Ganymede. “So, do you think this was a valuable boost to the Canterlot Guard’s morale?”
Ganymede smirked, sliding the pack back into his pocket. “I’d say so. At the very least, you’ve given the colts something to fantasize about for the foreseeable future. Should make it easier to keep them from getting too rowdy going forward.”
Luna smirked and leaned over, kissing Celestia on the cheek. “Told you that fucking the guards helps.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Celestia admitted. “I’ll concede there are a few guards I might be interested in dabbling with again in the near future.” She sighed. “Maybe we should make this into a more regular affair?”
Luna cocked a brow. “How regular?”
“How about a quarterly staff party? I’m sure we could budget that into our time and finances.”
“You know what, Tia,” Luna said, pointing the glowing tip of her cigarette at her. “I think that sounds like a pretty good idea.”
She then remembered something, glancing up at Ganymede. “By the way… I’m not in trouble for all those orgasms I had without your permission, am I?”
“Oh princess…” Ganymede began, chuckling darkly and patting her on the head, “of course you are.”