We Are Each Other

For the second morning in a row, Chrysalis lay alone in her room. Yesterday, she didn’t see Celestia at all. This wasn’t necessarily an unusual turn of events, so she didn’t allow it to worry her all that much. On the contrary, she found she was, for once, comfortable with her own company. Not that she was completely alone, not when she had Sassy Saddles on the Fashion Channel.

Outside Chrysalis’s room, Princess Celestia was stood immobile as a statue, like she had been for the past several minutes, with her hoof pressed against the door. After making up her mind, answering some internal struggle, the alicorn knocked politely, something she had never done before. “Wayfair?”

“Princess?” hearing the knock, and the use of her alter ego’s name, Chrysalis transformed herself into the purple unicorn, “Do come in.”

Given permission, not that she needed it, Celestia pushed open the door. The sombre look on her face drew the sole occupant’s attention instantly. “I'm afraid I've received some bad news. My Chambermaid, Bedpan, has died in a mountain climbing accident. They are bringing back her remains and there will be a service at noon in the chapel tomorrow. Do you wish to attend?”

Momentarily confused, Chrysalis sat up on the bed and paid attention, not in the least because she knew full well that the real Bedpan was dead and had been for almost a year. She eyed the Princess warily, wondering what she was plying at. “I'd love to,” she answered eventually, her mind racing along several scenarios all at once.

“Thank you,” Celestia visibly breathed a sigh of relief, “Now I need to find a replacement. Is there anypony you could recommend?”

The loaded question – and it’s meaning – was not lost on the changeling. “I've learned how to keep your room in order, Mistress. Wayfair can take her place.”

Now, Celestia smiled. It was a genuine smile that reached her eyes and lit up her face. “The pegasi do say there is a silver lining in every dark cloud. You have given me some good news this day. I'll have Wisteria work up the details, and I'll meet up with you before the service tomorrow. Good day, Wayfair.”

“Good day, Mistress,” when she was alone in her room once more, Chrysalis resumed her natural form and she laid back, looking up at her ceiling. Celestia had left her with a lot to think about from her short visit. If there was going to be a service, then Bedpan’s death was going to be made public. Where did that leave her? It was clear that the Princess still wanted her around, because of Wayfair’s existence.

Yes, Chrysalis was left with a lot to think about, and precious little answers were forthcoming.

The next day, at noon on the dot, the service for Bedpan began in the Celestial Chapel not far from the palace in the Noble Quarter of Canterlot. It was officiated by an elderly unicorn stallion, a Priest of the Celestial Order, who looked so old that a strong breeze would have finished him off.

Chrysalis, who was appearing in her guise as Wayfair, approached the plain simple closed coffin and she placed a hoof upon it, paying her respects to the earth pony she never knew, but who, in death, gave her a second life. To say it was an odd sensation, was a great understatement.

“She was an earth pony,” Celestia spoke up beside her maid, “They will cremate her. After sunset, a small plaque will be placed in the vault, and at sunrise tomorrow her ashes will be scattered over my personal flower garden.”

“A good memorial for her,” Wayfair commented, though her words were thick with tears and choked with emotion. Again, it was odd. She had never mourned a pony before.

“She will be hard to replace,” Celestia said as she too placed a hoof respectfully on the coffin, “But I know you'll do your best. Wisteria told me you filled out all the forms. I look forward to your service.”

“I will do my best, Mistress,” Wayfair replied. Strangely, she felt she owed it to Bedpan to do the best job she possibly could which, on reflection, was ridiculous.

When the disguised changeling returned to her room, she found the familiar sight of Shieldwall waiting for her. “Greetings, Ms. Wayfair,” he bowed politely, “I understand you'll be the new chambermaid. Bulwark and I have been assigned as your personal guard and either one of us will accompany you should you leave the castle. If you ever have need of us you can ask the guard unit in the hall. I do need to collect Ms. Bedpan's personal effects. Welcome to the service in the castle.”

“Thank you, Shieldwall,” Wayfair smiled a little sadly as she entered her room and she came out with the scandalously skimpy maid’s outfit that she had worn for so long. It was like a torch was being passed as she reverently passed over the dress to the guard. “Bedpan spoke highly of you; I hope we can be as good friends as you two were.”

“I'm a guard first,” Shieldwall nodded and smiled. Of course he knew who Wayfair really was, just like he had when Chrysalis had been Bedpan, but appearances had to be maintained. “But I'm sure we can be friends too. It’s easier to guard some pony that cares for you. Makes that job easier.”

Chrysalis, and Wayfair, smiled a relieved smile. “I'm happy to hear that, Shieldwall.”

~ ~ ~

Later in the day, Celestia again knocked on Wayfair's door. Chrysalis knew it was the Princess by the sound of the knock. It was as familiar to her as a signature. “Come in, Mistress.”

“Please join me for dinner tonight,” Celestia said as she opened the door, “I would like to introduce you to my sister. Her wife will be there too, and she is really wanting to meet you.”

Chrysalis had to really fight to suppress the roll of her eyes. All this posturing for the sake of appearances was getting too much for her, but at the same time, she knew not to fight it. She knew Celestia was, in her own way, moving forwards, however agonisingly slowly. “Thank you Mistress,” she said politely, “I'd be honoured to join you.”

In the Princess’s private dining room, there was already a setting for four at the table. Luna and Octavia were there when Celestia walked in with Wayfair at her side. “Good evening everypony,” the solar monarch greeted them, pointing to the seat opposite Octavia for Wayfair to sit, “This is my new chambermaid, Wayfair.”

“I'm pregnant!” Octavia exclaimed, not giving the newcomers time to sit down.

“My wife,” Luna snickered, earning herself a well-aimed raspberry from the cellist, “Ever the stoic one.”

“That's amazing news, Lady Octavia!” Wayfair beamed as she took her seating pad and got herself comfortable.

“Formalities, please, Lady Octavia.”

“What,” Octavia objected to Celestia’s statement, before turning a justifiably confused look to her wife, “I've known Wayfair for months!”

Luna merely shrugged at Octavia’s questioning look. “My sister is all about formalities,” she commented with what she thought was a well-earned shake of her head, “And I have long since stopped arguing with her.”

“Fine,” Octavia conceded, also seeing the futility of arguing with the Princess. “It is good to meet you Wayfair,” she held out her hoof to shake the chambermaid’s, then she added, “Oh, and I'm pregnant!”

While Celestia was seating herself, the disguised Chrysalis giggled behind her hoof. She was only too happy to play along, “I'm pleased to meet you too Lady Octavia, and congratulations on your pregnancy.”

“Now she has accepted the position of chambermaid,” Celestia started as she began to eat her meal, “I'm sure the two of you will be seeing more of each other.”

Luna looked up from her own plate and she nodded to her older sister, “It was very good of you to place Bedpan's name in the vault.” At the mention of the deceased pony, Celestia just looked down at her food for inspiration she just knew wasn’t going to come.

“I'm sure we will, Mistress,” Wayfair looked incredibly happy at the prospect of spending more time with the accomplished cellist.

Octavia gave the purple unicorn a knowing wink, “I look forward to an audience for my practice.”

“Oh,” Chrysalis, who was more than happy to play in character, smiled, “I've heard you play the cello, Lady Octavia.”

While Octavia rolled her eyes, it was Luna who fortunately spoke before her wife could blunder in with all four hooves and ruin the well-staged game, “She does, and I do so enjoy her playing.”

“You enjoy watching her play,” Celestia levelled a ‘look’ at her sister.

“That is what I said.”

Laughing politely, Wayfair said, “I'm looking forward to your playing. Trottingham tastes at the moment are,” she shuddered, hesitant to even mention the word, “Rap...”

Luna opened her mouth, but quickly, Octavia was there to raise a warning hoof before her wife got too carried away and revealed things that didn’t need revealing. “I enjoy all music,” she said eventually.

“Some more than others,” Octavia supplied, “But she does.”

Wayfair snickered, “That was diplomatic of you.”

At that, Celestia giggled, her mood greatly improved. “Tavi saved you from listening to my sister's rap.”

“Oh, she's good at it,” Octavia stepped up to defend her wife, “But not at the dinner table.” She smirked as Luna gave her a gloriously playful pout.

“I have to agree with you, Lady Octavia,” Wayfair giggled, “I'd hate to detract from this amazing food!” the other three agreed with her and then they got down to enjoying the meal. “That was amazing!” she declared, sitting back on her seating pad with a large happy smile on her face once she was done.

“It was,” Celestia agreed when she herself was finished, “I'm for bed myself. I'll see you tomorrow, a few minutes after sunrise in my room, but you're free for the night if you wish to stay up longer.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” the unicorn respectfully bowed her head, “Until sunrise, then.”

Octavia at least had the good graces to wait until Celestia had left the dining room before she turned to Luna and asked, “Really?”

“Closure.” Luna simply explained, as if that was that and the matter was closed. “How are you doing,” she turned her attention to the new chambermaid, “Well, I suppose we may as well keep it constant, Wayfair?”

Chrysalis found the question an interesting one, to say the very least. “I won't lie, your highness,” she spoke truthfully, “This past day has been quite...well not confusing, but...it’s been strange.”

Luna could well appreciate how odd and strange the day had been. Chrysalis had been Bedpan for a long time, and now she had seen her laid to rest in the chapel. “Sunny Day does enjoy her time with you,” the alicorn decided to focus on the future rather than the past, “It will take longer for Tia to do so.”

“Just don’t get the two of them confused,” Octavia added helpfully.

“Bedpan's death got you out of the camp,” Luna pressed on, “Now her death has moved Tia forward in life. For a minor scullery maid who, in normal circumstances, should have passed unnoticed, she is now in the hall of honour.”

“That mare has done a lot for both of you,” observed Octavia, “And yet she never met either of you.”

“Time for my Night Court brief,” Luna, somewhat reluctantly, swallowed the last of her strong coffee and walked around the table to kiss her pet before leaving the room.

“Guess what?” Octavia squeaked as soon as they were left alone together, “I'm pregnant!”

Now that some of the second hoof pressure from the two Princesses was gone along with them, Chrysalis giggled at the cellist’s enthusiasm, “Can I please rub your belly?”

Instantly, Octavia leapt to her hooves and she bounded around the table so fast that Chrysalis swore she had teleported, “Yes!” she squealed in utter delight, “Yes! Yes!”

Chrysalis found Octavia thoroughly and absolutely adorable! Wisely, she didn’t say that. “I've heard it can be lucky, doing this,” she smiled as she placed her forehooves on the earth pony’s belly. Of course, her belly was flat, but Chrysalis could easily imagine her big and round.

Octavia reared up onto her hind legs to give her friend better access to her belly, “Because of my tease of a wife, I only found out two days ago. Being just over a month along, there’s not much to feel yet, but I'll take the luck.” She could have allowed her to feel her all night long.

“You know what?” Chrysalis smiled warmly, “Given everything that's happened, and how close I was to walking out, I'll take the luck too.”

“I'm a bit of a night owl now,” Octavia started, sighing as she loved those hooves feeling her like they were, “But I don't have to get up for breakfast. Sunrise comes early.”

“Do you mind if we hang out for a bit?” asked Chrysalis, who wasn’t ready to head to bed just yet, nor did she feel up to going outside.

“Not at all,” Octavia was only too happy to hang out with Chrysalis, she found her delightful company. “I usually listen to music and read till the Night Court is over. Then I keep Lulu from executing some noble that upsets her. We could listen to music or watch a movie?”

Chrysalis was quick to suggest her most recent favourite of the ‘moving pictures’ as she still sometimes called them, ‘The Mare Wears Prada’, though Octavia insisted on what she assured her friend was an old time classic, a movie entitled 'Those Daring Young Colts and their Jaunty Jalopies'. Octavia's need for speed and fun won, and they settled down in her suite to watch the movie.

~ ~ ~

The next morning, there was no summoning knock at Chrysalis’s door, but after so long, the changeling knew enough not to need one. At the right moment, she changed to Wayfair, who had quickly become her ‘uniform’ of sorts, donned her maid’s outfit and she walked to Celestia’s room. On the way there, she met a pretty young maid who she didn’t know pushing the morning tea cart.

After knocking politely on the Princess’s door, and getting the command to enter, Chrysalis held the door open for the earth pony maid so she could enter with the tea cart ahead of her, then she walked in and closed the door. The maid quietly placed the cart near the table on the balcony and took her leave. “Join me,” Celestia said when she was sure they were alone. She pointed a hoof down at a pegasus who was wearing Celestial Order robes, “They’re about to put Bedpan to rest.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Chrysalis stepped up to the balcony and, when she was stood beside Celestia, she found she had a grandstand view of the scene below, which she watched with a sombre look on her face.

“I've allowed Royal Ribbon to leave the camp,” started Celestia as she watched the priest scatter the ashes over the flower beds in the solar alicorn’s part of the garden, “She released the last resident yesterday. I would have never met Bedpan, but through her and you. She deserves this honour.”

Before she knew what she was doing, Chrysalis – and Wayfair – had started crying. “I-It...It's strange. I was her for so long, to see her scattered like that, it's...just strange.”

Celestia nodded and even went so far as to put a comforting wing over her crying maid. “I wonder how it must feel for your changelings. To know the pony before they die, and then to be them.” Once the priest had completed his solemn task, the Princess sat down, and she pulled a crop from under her other wing. “You may serve the tea.”

When she had finished crying, Chrysalis wiped her eyes and she turned away from the balcony to the tea set. She knew this game. Like the last time, she would serve, her Mistress would count the mistakes, and punish her accordingly. “As I say, it's strange, Mistress,” she commented as she got to serving the tea. “We do not usually assume a single form for so long, not like now. The danger is the changeling can become lost in the assumed identity.”

Celestia nodded quietly as she watched Wayfair's every move like a great, white, four legged hawk. “Ribbon says that is part of the plan.”

“That is why I return to my natural form for at least an hour each day,” Chrysalis said, making the tea and placing the fresh steaming mug before her Mistress.

“I've not asked Ribbon about that out there,” Celestia said thoughtfully, for she had noted two mistakes made by her maid, “Nor am I sure I want to know. The program is working. There have only been two issues to date. One minor, the other...”

“I'm guessing the other wasn't as minor as the first, Mistress?” Chrysalis sighed, “I assume Royal Ribbon took care of it?”

“It was a vehicle fatality,” Celestia explained, “It was a mess, but she and others kept it suppressed. For the family though, to lose somepony twice. Ribbon couldn't do anything about it.”

“Oh,” Chrysalis’s sombre mood returned, “I see, yes I can sympathise with the family.”

“You may serve yourself,” Celestia said after she had her own tea. “I counted two errors. Your time for soaking the leaves was about two seconds too long, and you should stir in the sugar for a full minute. Much better though than your first performance.”

“My apologies, Mistress, I'll endeavour to do better next time,” Chrysalis smiled and served herself, all the while promising internally that she wouldn’t actually do better. Where would the fun be in that?

“I'm sure you will.” Celestia smirked, for she was sure one thing was for certain, that her maid would not do better. “Enjoy your tea, then you may start on the room. I'll be having breakfast with my sister, while you may use the staff cafeteria when you're finished. I will want to see you later after court for corrective action.”

Chrysalis caught the naughty wink that Celestia gave her on the way out and she immediately wanted it to be the end of the day already. “I look forward to it, Mistress,” she bowed her head respectfully, “I do hope the court won't sap your energy too much and adversely affect your ability to deliver my corrective action.”

“You should hope that the petitioners don't have me looking for a creative way to destroy something…” Celestia finished her tea and stood, “Till this afternoon then,” She ran the crop warningly along Wayfair's flank before tucking it back under her wing and then she left the room.

“Mmmmm…I cannot wait till this afternoon...” Chrysalis smiled to herself in anticipation of the punishment to come before actually making a start on the business of cleaning of her Mistress's room. Once she was done, and with a free day ahead of herself, the changeling decided to head on out to the royal gardens.

When Chrysalis reached Celestia’s part of the garden, she saw the team of gardeners were watering the plants to ensure the scattered ashes sank into the soil. Chrysalis walked up and stood by the plants; head bowed in reflection. “Good bye, Bedpan.”

After a few moments of her reflection, and of the working ponies not talking to her, Chrysalis heard the unmistakable sounds of a cello warming up from the direction of the Sky Dive statue. Quietly, she said, “It was a pleasure and a privilege to be you. Rest well, Bedpan.”

Distracted by the sound of the cello, Chrysalis made up her mind to walk over. The closer she got; she could tell that the music Octavia was playing was extremely maudlin. She could even taste the sadness in the air. “How incredibly sad,” she commented as she stood before the cellist.

“Since I've been with Lulu,” Octavia said as she looked up from her cello, “This is the third time ashes have been scattered, and the first ones for Tia's garden.”

“May I ask who the others were?”

“Bleak, one of Luna's night guard,” Octavia explained as she set aside her instrument, “Dived on an explosive device. Luna didn't think she was really at risk, but his efforts saved several others in the area. The most recent was Black Void, one of her, um, ‘operatives’. All I know is, she thought her worthy of the honour.”

“I see,” Chrysalis mulled that over in her head, “So the scattering of the ashes is considered an honour for the deceased.”

“Yes,” Octavia said, joining Chrysalis in sitting on the grass, “But it takes others, like the family to agree to such a thing. Now a plaque in the vault is the more common means of honouring a pony for their service to the crown.”

“I must confess I find this all strange,” Chrysalis scuffed the grass with her hoof, “We don't really have death rituals.”

Unconsciously, Octavia shuddered, “Do I want to know what you do with the dead?” she really did, but at the same time, she had seen her share of horror movies and she really didn’t. “We do have many different rituals depending on tribe and location.”

Chrysalis shrugged, “Well, when one of us dies, the body decomposes extremely quickly, in a matter of a day, if not hours, as the magic in our bodies leaks out. If we were to die in the hive, this magic and the body would be subsumed into the structure of the hive itself.”

“Okay,” Octavia let out a deep breath that she was totally holding, “That's not as morbid as I was thinking, and I'm sorry I thought that.”

Smiling, Chrysalis laughed softly, “There is no need to apologise, Octavia.”

The earth pony mare snorted at that, “Thank you for not asking. Lulu tells me that funerals should be happy occasions. A celebration of a life lived. Let me play for you. Behooven Sonata number nine.”

“Please do. I find myself in need of cheering up,” Chrysalis was only too eager to hear Octavia play. She was a magician when it came to her instrument. “I have never mourned anything's passing before. However, I grew quite attached to Bedpan.” As it turned out, the piece was a very upbeat piece, and before long, she was moving her head and hoof to the beat.

When she was finished, Octavia asked, “How was your morning?”

“It was very nice,” Chrysalis smiled at the memory, “I served my Mistress her tea, where I totally accidentally on purpose made two errors which I will be happy to pay for later after the Day Court is concluded.”

“Sometimes it is good to be naughty,” Octavia chuckled knowingly, “Lulu should be asleep by now, so I'm going to go and join her. Enjoy your day,” she leant in remarkably close, so that just in case anypony else was nearby, they couldn’t hear, “Chrysalis.”

Chrysalis nuzzled her friend, “Enjoy yours, Octavia.”

~ ~ ~

Later that afternoon, a new guard, a particularly large and very intimidating looking earth pony mare knocked on Chrysalis's door. “The Princess has returned to her room, ma’am.”

Chrysalis, disguised as Wayfair, opened her door and she had to think for a moment what the new guard’s name was. Then it came to her. “Thank you, Miss Steel Shoe,” she beamed, totally not intimidated by the fact the mare looked carved from stone, “I like what you've done with your mane today.”

Steel Shoe blushed, which on a mare her size looked utterly adorable, because most of her mane was hidden under a golden helmet, “U-Um, thank you…”

“You're welcome!” the disguised Chrysalis smiled warmly at her as she walked past in her maid's dress. She got the impression that not many ponies paid Steel Shoe a compliment like that, and the mare deserved to feel good about herself.

In her room, Celestia was sat at her desk, ostensibly studying some paperwork. As soon as Wayfair entered, she looked up. “I spent a lot of my time training Bedpan, but I thought you'd be far easier to train.” There was a carefully measured note of disappointment in her voice, “The seeping time I could almost forgive, but that smile you had on your face while stirring the sugar, no training can correct that.”

“You are right Mistress,” Chrysalis said with a bow of her head, “It was unforgivable.”

“Forelegs on the bed and tail up high,” Celestia ordered, “I shall see if I can find forgiveness for your errors.”

“Yes Mistress!” Chrysalis hurried over to the bed and, like she had done so many times before, she bent over, and she placed her forelegs out in front of her. At the same time, she lifted up her tail and spread her hind legs wide to show herself off.

Behind her, Celestia took the time to admire the purple unicorn’s exposed marehood and ass offered to her on a silver platter. “Since it was only two errors, I'll limit myself to two instruments, but your input would be welcome as I have four to choose from. Crop, tawes, whip or hooves. Your choice, pet.”

“Hooves and whip, Mistress.” Chrysalis made her choice, not that it was a difficult one. “You said the tawes was only to be used if I had committed a serious infraction of your rules.”

Smiling warmly, Celestia ran a horseshoe clad forehoof over Wayfair’s upturned ass cheeks. “Well spoken pet, now to warm you up. Don't lose count, or I'll have to start over from one.” The Princess then removed her golden shoes and placed them near her desk. Without further word or warning, the first strike from a descending forehoof landed soundly on the purple mare’s buttock.

“I underst...” Chrysalis’s sentence was interrupted by the first strike, a strike that hit her ass hard, making the mare lurch forwards on the bed from the sheer force of it! “AaAAAH o-one, Mistress!”

Strike after strike landed, sweet pain exploding across Chrysalis’s jiggling buttocks as she danced about, her body striving to avoid the blows even as her mind screamed and whimpered for more, always more. The alicorn’s hoof burned from the force of delivering such a spanking – really, having her over her lap, at least, would have been easier – as Celestia ran the count up to ten.

One, two, three, Chrysalis screamed, and she counted. It was a cycle the two fell into quickly; slap, scream, count, repeat. By the time they reached five, Chrysalis was hopping from hind hoof to hind hoof, squealing and moaning with equal parts pain and pleasure, but there was no denying just how her pussy so easily dripped down her inner thighs, the juices of her arousal standing out starkly against the purple of her legs. Chrysalis moaned and panted and turned plaintive eyes on her Mistress whenever she dared to stop to take a breath.

At the eighth strike, the changeling reached her much needed climax, screaming out the number eight so loudly that the Princess was thankful her rooms were soundproofed. While she was still riding the high of her orgasm, Celestia struck her for number nine, which the quivering unicorn stumbled on, but just in time she remembered to count.

On the count of ten, Chrysalis’s hind legs were barely able to keep her up. The mare’s whole body weight was slumped on the bed, a growing puddle of her cum spreading on the bedroom floor between her open hind legs. “That covers the minor infraction of the infusion time,” Celestia said with a degree of satisfaction, “Now for the wilful disregard to mixing in the sugar.” She lowered herself and whispered in Wayfair's ear, “I do like my sugar, sweetness.” She reached for and picked up the cat-o-nine tails that Chrysalis last remembered was in her room. The one she, herself, purchased. “Do try to keep count you naughty, naughty maid.”

There was a noticeable tremble in Chrysalis’s voice, “I-I'll t-try, Mi-Mistress…” in truth, the quivering submissive didn’t know how she was going to be able to count. She was in such a state that her marehood was starting to think for her, the blood leaving her brain and going there instead.

With the wicked looking flogger held in her magic, Celestia swung it with unerring aim at her pet’s already warmed up ass. When Chrysalis began to scream, Celestia laughed and swung all the harder. At the fifth such strike, she moved her target zone from her ass to the unicorn’s heavy, swinging teats.

Celestia was a virtuosa musician, the crop and Chrysalis her instrument. She played them both as Octavia would draw her bow across her cello, so too did Celestia draw the cat across her pet’s vulnerable body. On the tenth strike, she swung it so the many strands wrapped around her waist and hit both teats in one swing.

When the cat-o-nine tails reached Chrysalis’s marehood for the first time, when the many strands hit her puffy, engorged labia, the pain lover climaxed again. On the sixteenth strike, when Celestia swung the flogger in such a way that the strands hit not only her pussy but her clitoris as well, Chrysalis came a third time.

On that third time, the vastly overstimulated mare abandoned the counting, for her brain was well and truly scrambled, and her hind legs were quivering so hard that were it not for the bed, she would have been in a crumpled mess on the floor.

With the count at sixteen, Celestia stopped, even though she planned to go to twenty. There was little point, if her toy couldn’t count. However, that didn’t mean their session was at an end. She herself had not cum. Yet. “I fear my forgetful maid needs some other form of punishment…” she let that hang ominously in the air.

“S-So-Sorry M-Mistress...” Chrysalis whimpered on the bed. She was sweaty from her ordeal, the fur on her face was matted with her tears. Her rear end was lit up with bruises from the alicorn’s hooves as well as numerous welts from the cat.

Celestia then moved around the bed so that her pet could see the disappointment on her face and then, she made two items appear in front of her. One was the white strap on that had been in Chrysalis’s room, and the other was an exceptionally long, very thick anal plug that she had definitely not bought. “At least I can use you to lube this toy up.”

Enveloped in a glowing yellow aura, the anal plug moved from Chrysalis’s view. Seconds later, she felt the tip of it insert itself inside her sopping wet vagina, where Celestia pumped it in and out of her. “O-Oh...ooooOOOH b-blessed Mother!” she wailed, feeling the anal plug thrust in and out of her very well lubricated tunnel and her juices leaked all the harder down her inner thighs.

All too soon, the large anal plug moved from that hole to the purple unicorn’s tail hole and, with a stiff, solid thrust, she forced the toy deep inside Chrysalis’s anal cavity. Once it was seated, she revealed a feature of the plug. Amid the mare’s screams, Celestia proceeded to inflate the plug inside her until Chrysalis’s scream went up two whole octaves. Too late, the dominant alicorn found herself wishing she had recorded this session. She’d have to remember for the next time.

Once she was happy that the anal plug was not coming out unless she allowed it, Celestia magically pulled the straps of the stallionator up her hind legs and, when she had it secured in place, she walked behind her drooling pet. “You're still conscious,” she said like it was an affront to her, “I'll have to do something about that.” Without further ceremony, she reared up, mounted Chrysalis and thrust the whole toy inside her all the way to the hilt.

While there had been a hearty scream from Chrysalis following the insertion of the anal plug – due to her having not taken anything in that hole before – there was a fresh scream of, “M-Mi-Miiiiiiiiistresssss!” as she felt the alicorn force the long, exceedingly long, faux cock deep inside her.

Slamming forward with hot, hard thrusts and caring nothing for any semblance of foreplay, Celestia was thoroughly enjoying herself. Chrysalis had a wet willing hole that was worth jamming her dick in - there was no other debate that needed to happen before she fucked them both into a state of bliss. Each slam of her hips sent a lewd wet noise through the air that was thick with both their arousals, but it was hard to hear over the sound of frantic flesh clapping to flesh, not to mention the depraved, slutty moans that started to pour from Chrysalis’s throat.

Even with Celestia’s dominating forehoof pressed down on her neck to keep her in place, the disguised changeling wasn’t having any trouble making one Tartarus of a scene.

“Hmmmm, listen to yourself, you naughty, naughty maid!” Celestia grinned and thrust forward hard enough to lodge herself down to the very base of the plastic cock she wore, like she was trying to force as much as she could inside her pet. Her hips rolled from side to side as she felt Chrysalis’s pussy grind against her shaft, teasing the walls and seeing just how far she could jam herself forward before used her safe word. “I bet everypony in the palace can hear you moaning like a hungry slut!”

And if it hadn’t been for the magic that soundproofed the rooms, that taunt would have been absolutely true indeed.

Lost in the lustful throes of rutting her pet, Celestia resumed slapping forward. She pulled her faux prick back only to lunge back in as deep as she could manage once more, making Chrysalis squeak in between her taunts. Chrysalis was thrown into spasms of pleasure as Celestia started to jam forward harder and harder, lunging herself down to the base just as she tightened the grasp of her hoof a little further on her throat.

Celestia kept up that same frenetic pace for several long minutes until, after three or four particularly deep and savage thrusts of her hips that drove the moulded dick right into Chrysalis’s cervix, the alicorn came with an Equestria shattering scream of pleasure that almost deafened the mare underneath her.

The battering of her cervix proved to be too much for Chrysalis to take. As Celestia was holding her in the hilted position, she choked out her safe word, “L-Li-Lime…”

As soon as she heard that, Celestia responded like ice cold water had been doused all over her fire. Instantly, she released the pressure of her hoof on the unicorn’s neck, and at the same time she magically deflated the anal plug. She slowly, carefully, pulled out of her pet’s dripping marehood but she did leave the plug where it was. The gape of her stretched pussy was a sight to behold. “I do hope that my maid will do better serving the tea tomorrow.”

“I-I-I'll d-do better, Mistress…”

Tenderly, now the session was over, Celestia assisted Chrysalis with getting off the bed. “Open your mouth,” she ordered her gently. All weary and sweaty, Chrysalis obediently opened her mouth and then her Mistress inserted the short end of the stallionator, which tasted of herself, in her pet's mouth so that the long end hung under her chin and down her neck. “You may take the anal plug out whenever you wish. Make sure both are clean before you report in tomorrow.” Then, Celestia affectionately nuzzled the side of Chrysalis's neck. “You are dismissed to do as you please.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” was what Chrysalis tried to say, instead, thanks to the toy she held in her mouth, it came out as a tired slurred murmur that barely resembled any known language. Once she had gone, Celestia inspected the bedsheets and, after deciding they were clean enough to sleep in, the alicorn went back to her desk by her balcony to do some work until she was due to meet her sister for her evening meal.

Staggering her way back to her room, Chrysalis discovered there were no guards at her door anymore. She barely made it inside when fatigue caught up with her and she crumpled on the floor in a heap. An exhausted sigh left her lips before her magic at last faded and Wayfair’s form melted into that of the former Queen. There she lay for most of the rest of the day, sleeping to get over what she had just experienced.

Later that day, when they met in their private dining room, Celestia sat across from her younger sister with a wide smile on her face. A smile that had been there since she had rutted her pet into oblivion. When Luna enquired as to the cause of her sister’s good mood, Celestia replied, “I think I'm starting to figure it out.”

Hearing that, Luna simply responded with a smile.