Three months after Princess Cadance’s somewhat impromptu visit, and Celestia was fast asleep in her room, being as she usually was, the big spoon to Chrysalis. Not that Chrysalis objected to that in the slightest. The changeling had quickly come to love the little spoon position, especially when she had a sexy pony snuggling her.

At six in the morning, a time she recognised automatically, Celestia opened her eyes and lit her horn. Without moving from the bed or from her marefriend, as if she would want to be separated from her, the alicorn raised the sun just as the moon began to descend. “I need a vacation,” she purred softly into her pet’s ear, “Do you want to go with me?”

Chrysalis shifted ever so slightly on the bed in Celestia’s legs, her favourite place to be, “Where do you have in mind, Celly?”

“Las Pegasus,” Celestia said gently in her lover’s ear, “It’s good this time of year, Chryssie.”

“Don't you always say Las Pegasus is good any time of year?” asked Chrysalis, wearing a broad smirk on her muzzle that spread into her voice, she still didn't turn around, happy to lay where she was.

“I do say that,” Celestia said smugly, “So my statement is true.”

Chrysalis was unconvinced, “Will you big spoon me in Las Pegasus?”

Smirking herself, Celestia knew what to do to bring her lover around to her way of thinking. The Princess licked deep into her changeling's inner ear, “I'm not always the big spoon now,” she adored the squirming whimpers Chrysalis made, “Does my pretty maid need some big spoon time?”

“Nyaaaaaaah!” exclaimed Chrysalis as she writhed playfully in her Mistress’s strong legs, “Th-Tha...hhmmm that would be nice, Mistress!”

Satisfied, Celestia disentangled herself from the changeling and she slid off the bed, where she stretched her legs until her muscles and joints popped. “Now for the fun part,” she sighed, “Getting my sister to take over while I’m away.”

Chrysalis pouted at first, when she was left alone on the bed. Then, propping herself up on a foreleg, she grinned, “I'm sure Lulu would love the chance to sleep in court. I hear she hasn't been getting any lately.” She chose to omit what she thought she wasn’t getting ‘any’ of.

“Naughty,” Celestia giggled as she smoothed the bed head out of her flowing ethereal mane, “Should I tell Tavi that?” she was still chuckling at the extended pout she received from her marefriend when there came a knock on the door. “Enter!”

Bowing respectfully, Wisteria entered her Princess’s chambers, “I have your schedule for the day, your highness.”

“Thank you, Wisteria,” Celestia spared the aged mare an affectionate look, “But first I need a three day weekend starting Friday.”

For a long moment, Wisteria blinked, letting the possibilities sink in, “I remember the last three day weekend you asked for,” she said, looking pointedly at Chrysalis lounging on the bed.

“You’re not far from the truth,” Celestia admitted, “I would like a penthouse room for me and Solar Flare in Las Pegasus, I trust you to choose the hotel.”

“Oh,” Wisteria sighed, letting out a breath she had been holding in, “The holiday plan. I'll have to dust if off, I think it is over ten years old…” she trailed off to silence, because Chrysalis was laughing so hard. The ancient mare herself was unaffected by Celestia's glare. Instead, she passed the papers to her, “Your schedule, your Highness.”

“And?”

“And I will gather what you need,” Wisteria didn’t bother to try and hide the victorious look on her face, she was just happy that after so long her Princess was finally having a break! “Will it just be the two of you?”

“I don't think my sister wants to go to Las Pegasus with Tavi and a five month old Dusk,” replied Celestia a little sarcastically, pleased to see her attendant was smiling along with her.

To that, Wisteria simply shrugged, “I should have an itinerary of choices for your approval by the end of court.”

“Thank you, Wisteria,” after Celestia had thanked her, the old mare took her leave, and then Celestia sat at her desk to look over the schedule she had been given. Her heart sank looking at all the various dignitaries, petitioners and other minutiae before her. “I really need this break…”

“I like her,” Chrysalis said once they were alone, “She's old enough that she treats you like a pony,” she then crawled off the bed and up to the desk, where she placed a loving kiss on her Mistress’s lips.

“That’s why I like her, too,” Celestia returned the kiss, grateful of the one she had been given, “You do know what you need to do when we are outside the hotel room?”

With a deep sigh, Chrysalis nodded her head. “Solar Flare is looking forward to her vacation away with her royal lover,” she tried her best to banish that sigh away where it belonged, “She is also prepared to smile for the paparazzi and pose for their photographs.”

“But inside,” Celestia said sympathetically as she hugged Chrysalis tightly, “You'll be my cute little love bug!” she held her breath, waiting to see what the changeling’s reaction would be to the new special pet name. She hoped she would like it.

Chrysalis felt her heart melt and just like that, she fell in love with Celestia all over again. Although, to be honest, she fell in love with her every day. “And I would very much like to be a humiliated and degraded cute little love bug!”

“I still haven't found something that you'd safe word out to avoid,” Celestia licked Chrysalis's nose, a wink saying she was determined to find out what that would be, “As cute as you are, the world isn't ready for you yet. Cady's acceptance has gone a long ways, but, I'm sorry.”

“Oh, there are a few things I would say Lime to,” Chrysalis replied seriously, “But I know you wouldn't even think to do them. Time for breakfast?” when Celestia nodded, she made a long, forlorn, overly exaggerated sigh, “Let me get my make up on.”

After watching Chrysalis transform into Solar Flare, Celestia kissed the brick red unicorn’s lips, “This makes me love you no less, just as your true form makes me love you no more.” The alicorn then put on her fake public smile, “I've played this charade for longer than you. Then, that is why I want a vacation, but I want it with you.”

“If you ever give me that fake smile again,” Solar Flare said with a serious look on her face, “I might just say Lime and not let you play while we're away.” She then wrapped her slender forelegs around Celestia's shoulders, “You don't need to do that with me, love, not ever.”

While the smile was fake, the genuine smile could be seen in the alicorn’s eyes, “I know love, but I've played the game for so long. Forgive me if it slips across now and again.”

“Forgiven!” Solar Flare kissed Celestia’s nose before she turned and flicked her tail over her lover’s snout, “Come on then, my love, to breakfast! I could use seconds.” She meant it too, because the love from her Mistress had already filled her up and nourished her.

“To breakfast!” Celestia caught her up in two strides and lightly she bumped their flanks together, “And we can see how my little sister is faring today.”

As it turned out, Princess Luna wasn’t faring all that well, if her bloodshot eyes and the very dark rings around them were anything to go by, to say nothing of the tangled mess that was her mane and the knots and tangles in her coat. It would be kind to say she didn't look her best, sat at the table. “Good morning sister,” Celestia didn’t bother to keep the chirpy happiness from her voice, “Where’s your wife?”

Luna turned her weary eyes towards the sound of her sister’s voice but she didn’t really see her. She had been trying for the last five minutes to spear a creamy waffle with her fork. She failed. “The colt is always hungry,” she huffed, “Always. Tavi is trying to get some sleep in.”

“Good morning, Luna,” smirked Solar Flare, “You're looking...alive.”

“I need a vacation,” the lunar alicorn grumbled into her half eaten food, food that had so far eluded her clumsy attempts to eat it, “But the experts tell me it will get better in another two or three months.” Time that couldn’t come quick enough.

“Speaking of vacations…”

“I know,” Luna interrupted her older sister and pouted like a filly who didn’t want to eat her greens, “Wisteria briefed Crescent and Crescent briefed me. I hope both of you have fun, just know that I will be enjoying mine when the three of us can get away from here.”

“Thank you, Luna,” Solar Flare walked up and hugged the exhausted Princess, “We do appreciate you stepping in. I'll send you a post card,” she giggled, “I know how much you like the post.”

In spite of her deep fatigue, Luna smiled when she was hugged. She was at the right degree of tiredness to appreciate a well-timed hug. “Even Tia can get a few things right now and then,” she admitted, getting a raspberry from her sister, “The old pony express was all we had. I like what we have now.”

“She does a lot of things right,” as soon as she spoke, Solar Flare realised what she had said and she blushed hard, her cheeks turning a crimson purple colour.

“Tia, your partner shows wisdom,” Luna hugged the disguised changeling before giving her a nuzzle, “Tavi says the same about me, and I hope she will say the same about Dusk, too. Enjoy your court and keep the body count low,” she shot Celestia a sly look, “Or don’t, I can make any deaths look like accidents.”

~ ~ ~

The almost day long train ride from Canterlot to Las Pegasus was one of two different stories from two different perspectives. In the royal carriage at end of the Friendship Express, Chrysalis – disguised as Solar Flare – was busy comforting a fretting Celestia.

The closer the train got to their destination, the more the Princess was building herself up into a state of frenzied nervousness. “Ooooooh!” Celestia danced on her hooves for the umpteenth time, “I just know somepony is going to blow this up into some big ta do!”

Next to Celestia, laid out on the long comfortable chaise, Solar Flare set down her fashion magazine – again - and rolled her eyes at her fretting lover. Again. She truly hated seeing her marefriend in this state. “Just think about riding the Wild Blue Yonder. Or the runaway mine cart ride,” offered the unicorn, “Or the five hundred foot high zip line.”

“I'll try,” Celestia slowed her fretful dance, but she didn’t stop it completely, “But politics is my eternal shadow.”

“Don't let it get you down, my love,” Solar Flare said kindly as she got up from the chaise and she started to massage her marefriend’s shoulders, “We aren't even there yet.” The unicorn then winced, because she felt just how tense Celestia’s muscles were.

Celestia quietly enjoyed the massage for a long time, only giving the occasional moan of pleasure and a sigh of bliss. Damn, daaaaaamn if her lover wasn’t the absolute best thing ever! She was melting into the carriage’s floor when Chrysalis was done. “Hold me,” she said softly, “I'm going to take a nap.”

“You're lucky I love holding you,” Solar Flare waited until Celestia was laid on the bed and then she snuggled up to her and wrapped her lover up in her long legs. As they laid together, the changeling could feel the tension that Celestia had been creating for herself melt away as she fell asleep. Even though she was sleeping, she can still feel the love radiating from the alicorn. “Silly pony,” she smiled, lovingly stroking the Princess’s mane as she slept, “All that worry and stress...”

Three hours later, the steam train arrived at Las Pegasus station. Solar Flare looked out the window and she saw the royal trifecta waiting for them. The paparazzi were there, the royal guard were present and there was a chariot there for them. If she had a bingo card, she’d have won. “Celly…” she purred, before giving her a deep lick in her ear, “We’ve arrived, my love.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Celestia opened her eyes. She didn’t want to, because her marefriend was so comfortable. Sadly though, she got up and shook herself off. “First order of business is to get some real cuddle time, then I'll find something embarrassing for you to do.”

“You'd better!” Solar Flare walked off the train first so as to draw the press’s attention from the alicorn who came out a few moments later. They stayed for almost half an hour taking pictures and speaking with the assembled public, before the guard began to clear the crowd away.

With Celestia now at her side, they walked the short distance from the station to their hotel and casino on the Las Pegasus Strip. Much like Trixie’s Place, only far bigger, the bottom two floors were all bright neon, loud noises and gambling machines and games. “I'm going to look around,” Celestia said after soaking in the atmosphere, “You will walk beside me, but backwards. If anypony asks why, you will say 'I'm not worthy to look upon the Princess's beauty' and I'll have a wing over your back. You'll have to trust me to not lead you astray.”

“Ooooh,” Solar Flare smirked, for it was obvious that the casino was packed with ponies, griffons, minotaurs and there were even a few dragons dotted about the gambling machines, “That sounds like a fun game, Mistress,” she giggled, “It's a good thing I trust you.”

Once Solar Flare had turned so that she was facing the other way, with her right pressed to Celestia’s right, the Princess draped a wing over her flank just as she had promised. Then, after a brief look around to see what attractions and games were available, she decided to play some of the low cost slot machines.

Most of the ponies they passed just bowed and got out of the way without objection, though with the ‘rear view’, Solar Flare could see all of them talking behind Celestia's back in furtive, excited whispers. A lot of them, even the griffons, pointed at the two of them, but not a one was brave enough to ask a question.

As she walked backwards with complete and utter faith that Celestia would steer her right, Solar Flare giggled softly to herself at all the creatures in the casino staring openly at them. “Oh, Champaign,” she heard her Mistress say at her side. She could feel the alicorn use her magic, and then she was moved in a tight U turn so that the waiter with the Champaign was in front of her.

“Oh,” the dumbfounded waiter spluttered, caught at a loss as to what Celestia was doing, “Uh, y-your highness…” he stammered, looking a good deal confused at what had just happened, “What...”

“I'm not worthy to look upon the Princess's beauty,” said Solar Flare without any shame at all, remembering what she had been told to say.

“While that is true,” Celestia said kindly, “I do hope you got yourself a glass.”

“I did, thank you, Mistress,” Solar Flare held up a glass of the Prench drink in her magical aura to show she had indeed taken one from the waiter.

Satisfied, Celestia walked on past four rows of coin machines, each seemingly brighter and louder than the last, until she arrived at a card table and where she got some chips. There were six ponies and two griffons all around the table engrossed in a game of blackjack, each with a varying pile of chips at his or her side. They had been there not five minutes when a mare who had just lost her round asked, “Why are you facing away from the table?”

Chrysalis couldn’t help but have a little giggle to herself as she played her Mistress’s game. “I'm not worthy to look upon the Princess's beauty,” she replied to the mare, who by the look of it was losing all her money. ‘Oh Mother this is so humiliating...’ she thought to herself, ‘And it’s arousing!’ no sooner had she thought that than her tail twitched upwards for a split second. She kept it down, just, but she had shown herself off.

“I just like to keep her best face facing forward,” said Celestia quickly, earning herself a gale of laughter from the card players at the table. The laughter made Solar Flare blush bright crimson red and she tried to cover it with a sip of her drink, only for her tail to rise up a little higher but to come down again just as swiftly.

“Aw, that was so sweet,” Celestia’s broad smile lit up her voice, “She just showed you her smile!”

On cue, the Princess’s remark drew more laughter from the card players, making Solar Flare choke a little on her drink in her magic. The humiliating laughter made her tail flag upwards, sending her scent noticeably around the table which only made her blush harder.

“Well, that is my cue to move on to another event!” Celestia beamed around at the ponies and the griffons, at the stallions who had emerged at full mast from their sheaths and the mares who were ogling her pet’s exposed crotch, “Good day to you all.”

Amid a chorus of ‘Good Day Princess’ from the ponies at the table, Celestia led her marefriend away from the table. Walking backwards, Solar Flare could see them waving at her and blowing kisses her way. She could only imagine the view she was giving those at the back of her. “Th-Thank you Mistress,” the need and arousal evident in her voice.

“You are most welcome, my pretty companion,” Celestia led them both to an elevator and, as she levitated the room key up to a reader and selected the penthouse, she wondered what she would have to do to get her pet to use her safe word. She was sure that little session would have done it.

In the elevator, Solar Flare still had her tail up like she expected to be mounted at any moment. “That was a fun game, Mistress.”

As the elevator reached its destination, Celestia turned around and she dragged Solar Flare with her into the hallway. “I'm sure we will find some more fun ahead of us,” the Princess snickered, leading her lover into the room directly across from the elevator, one of only three rooms on that floor, to the left and to the right. “You may now stop being glued to my side.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Solar Flare turned around and looked at the room which looked for all Equestria like it belonged in one of the royal palaces, “Is this the penthouse?”

When her pet pulled away, Celestia quickly pulled her back close to her with a powerful wing for a moment, then that wing folded against her side. “Yes, it’s named the Princess Suite for some reason,” she giggled playfully.

“Gee, I can't imagine why!” Solar Flare giggled, still taking in the massive finely appointed suite, “It's huge! I've seen houses in Canterlot smaller than this!”

“You live in the palace,” said Celestia with a roll of her eyes, “So do I. Some things I can't avoid, but the perks can be nice.”

“Hmmmm I do love those perks…” the unicorn let that hang in the air as she walked in front of Celestia towards the large wide panoramic windows to admire the view. On the way, she flagged her tail up over her Mistress's nose and she kept it up to give her a view she would like.

“And there's that pretty smile again,” Celestia adored the way her submissive partner kept her tail high up. She was sure she was smiling from both ends. Under the circumstances, it was the least she could do to lower her head and place a loving kiss on that beautiful nether smile.

“Hmmmm my, Mistress, in front of the window?” Solar Flare moaned softly as she looked out of the window, “The Las Pegasus Strip will get another show at this rate…”

“The windows are mirrored,” Celestia commented dryly, “You might catch a couple of pegasi checking out their makeup. The room is soundproofed too, on the safe side.”

“You know...” Solar Flare gave voice to the teeny tiny voice that was whispering in her ear, “That's almost a shame, the thought of putting on a show like that...” as she voiced the little devil in her, the brick red unicorn began to drip her arousal between her hind legs, showing what she thought of that.

“Even I draw a line with what the papers can have,” Celestia grinned behind her pet, before shoving her muzzle deep into the unicorn’s dripping marehood and working with her tongue to plug the leak.

“Mmmmm y-you oooOOOH!” Solar Flare’s moans rose in volume the more she felt the alicorn’s skilled tongue swirl its way around her inner walls, “You h-have t-to admit...the fantasy is nice…”

“Keep looking out the window,” Celestia ordered, not looking up from the vision of Solar Flare’s flexing tunnel – why would she? This view was better than any out the window, “It’s too bad this side isn't mirrored as well.” She added, before using a forehoof to caress and grope her pet’s large heavy teats.

Obediently, Solar Flare remained looking forward, staring out at the view at the many casinos, hotels, and the huge fairground that sprawled out far below them. She spread her hind legs to give her Mistress better access to her teats, while she moaned and leaked all over Celestia's face.

Celestia found she grew bored of looking at the brick red rear end. She wanted something more. “Here,” she purred into her pet’s depths, “You can be Chrysalis when it’s just us in the room.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” given permission to change, Chrysalis summoned her magic and in a flash of the familiar green flames, Solar Flare vanished, leaving Chrysalis stood in her wake. Mirroring her arousal, her long turquoise tail was up high and her gossamer wings were fully extended.

Meanwhile, behind her, Celestia was going to town. With her head placed firmly between her ass cheeks, the alicorn had no escape or reprieve from Chrysalis’s dripping marehood, and that was just the way she liked it. She savoured the sweet, addictive taste of her pet's pussy, her eyes all but rolled back in her head from sheer satisfaction.

This was what Celestia lived for, to drive her tongue repeatedly in and out of her submissive lover’s snatch, to rip moan after pleasured moan from her sexy, slender body. She lived to own it, to claim it, to force her to make that beautiful music.

Celestia reached up with her magic and she grabbed onto Chrysalis’s hips, pulling her closer and wriggling her tongue deeper and deeper into her pet's pussy. Chrysalis let out a shaky, shuddering breath and she ground her hips down onto her Mistress’s face. Almost as enthralling as Celestia's tongue was the power she had over the changeling. With just her tongue, her magic and her hooves groping her green belly ridges, the Princess was making her lover scream her name over and over.

Under such treatment, Chrysalis didn’t last ten minutes. With a shuddering, breathy, almost animalistic groan, the changeling came hard, her body tensing against her Mistress as she quivered with pleasure. Behind her, Celestia dutifully lapped up Chrysalis's juices, not willing to waste a single drop of the nectar that had been ejaculated over her muzzle.

Even though Chrysalis had just climaxed, Celestia was not done. She looped her forelegs under Chrysalis’s bottom as the changeling slumped to the floor of the suite and rolled to her back. Holding onto her hips, the Princess circled her eager tongue around her lover's marehood in a maddening path, zigging here, zagging there, and spiralling around in shorter and shorter trails, but never quite reaching the place she knew her pet desperately needed attention more than anywhere else. Chrysalis lifted her ass up in the vain hope of pressing against Celestia's face, but the alicorn held her firm against the floor.

Celestia gazed longingly across the curve of Chrysalis's belly with a seductive look on her face before she swept her nimble tongue along the edge of her pet's engorged labia. With exasperating deliberation, Celestia traced around the edge of the changeling's swelling marehood until she completed the circle of warm saliva with a kiss. Sweat glistened across Chrysalis's forehead and her hard clitoris jutted out again, yearning desperately to be touched before retreating from the cold air.

Willing to oblige, Celestia flattened her wide tongue and she dragged it across the bottom of Chrysalis's throbbing heat and up along her silky folds in a slow, agonizing massage, inching closer and closer to the peak of her valley, until that wonderfully skilled tongue swirled around her clit in a dance of pure pleasure. Chrysalis let out a lusty moan as Celestia took the sensitive bulb between her lips and massaged it with a warm wet hug before letting it retreat inside.

Celestia planted her lips around Chrysalis's aching swollen entrance, then she slipped her tongue inside, and rolled it against her opening, pulling another moan from Chrysalis's throat. Celestia glossed her lips with the shiny juices that poured from the changeling’s pussy before she sank between her quivering thighs and lapped up her dripping slit and flooded her with warm sensual energy.

Once again Chrysalis's engorged clit popped out like a flower begging to be watered in a drought, and without hesitation, Celestia swept her wet tongue across the sensitive nub, causing Chrysalis to let out a long delirious moan and unfurl her gossamer wings against the carpeted floor.

Determined to take a second orgasm from her marefriend, Celestia went above and beyond and sucked the changeling's pulsing pearl into her mouth and caressed it between her velvety lips. Chrysalis's eyes rolled back and she trembled from the absurd amount of pleasure pouring into her slender body. Coherent thought evaporated into thin air, the only thing that mattered was Celestia's tongue massaging the bottom of her clit, the bottom of her world.

Celestia took Chrysalis into her mouth with confidence and set her nerves on fire. Chrysalis wiggled her butt and strained against the floor as the flames of her lust roared higher and higher into a roaring wildfire. Celestia couldn't hold back her enthusiasm any longer and she moaned into the slick heat between Chrysalis's quaking thighs, and the sudden vibrations pushed the changeling over the edge into a churning river of erotic energy.

Reaching her second climax, Chrysalis stiffened and gasped and squeezed her eyes tight as her pussy rippled in wave after wave of hot ecstasy, and through it all, Celestia clutched her bucking hips and swirled her tongue with abandon across her throbbing clit.

“Woe is me,” Celestia purred into her pet’s snatch after she had ridden out her orgasm, “I'm so very horny. Horny, and unsatisfied, so unsatisfied…” she then staggered over to the bed and collapsed upon it.

“Oh wow...” Chrysalis breathed, riding out the wave of her climax. Once she was able, she heaved herself up to her hooves and she crawled on her front over to the bed, where she pulled herself up onto the sheets.

On the bed, Celestia laid on her back, with her hind legs spread wide, her wings flared out and she was muttering sadly, “Woe is me, oh, woe is me!”

Chrysalis had to shove a hoof into her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Such a thing would have completely ruined the moment though. But, it had to be said, her Mistress was never going to win any acting awards. “It seems you're all hot and bothered, Mistress…” she purred, crawling closer and she blew over the alicorn's mound.

“I’m so lonely…” Celestia moaned tragically – her ‘acting’ being the only tragic thing about it – and she lifted a hoof to her forehead, “So unattended…”

“You poor, poor thing, whatever can a sub do about that?” she asked overly sympathetically, then she moved in muzzle first and proceeded to eat out Celestia's hot pussy like it was a four course meal. Which it was, served up to her on a silver platter.

As soon as she felt her changeling’s tongue lash over her hot sex, Celestia began to moan and her hips gyrated to meet Chrysalis’s face. “I do hope some love bug won't need remedial lessons…”

While she was busy eating Celestia’s perfect pussy, Chrysalis lit her horn and used her magic to levitate over the white stallionator to her, making sure the alicorn didn’t see it, “Some love bug has learned well from her Mistress,” she shot back

“Hmmm…” Celestia moaned, her hooves caressing Chrysalis’s long turquoise mane, “I think a practical exam is required.”

“Good thing I've been studying then,” Chrysalis smirked as she magically affixed the toy to her crotch with the little part inside herself and she slid up beside her Mistress, for once in the big spoon position.

"Give it to me," Celestia begged when she felt the flat anatomically correct head of the faux cock press against her marehood, "I need this, Chryssie, I need you."

Chrysalis moulded herself against Celestia's back and she lined up the flared head against the Princess's slick pussy, pressing in, spreading her apart, and making her gasp with sheer pleasure. Chrysalis pulled out and left her empty and whimpering from the withdrawal.

The desperate need under Celestia's tail dissolved for several sweet seconds as Chrysalis pushed back inside, barely past the head, as if she was tentatively exploring her. "More," Celestia demanded. She humped back with her butt and found an exhilarating rush as the silicone shaft sank inside her. Chrysalis gripped Celestia's sides and held her in place, her own strength coming to the fore as she withdrew and left her again with nothing. Celestia cooed and shivered from Chrysalis’s teasing, each withdrawal only made her need more ferocious.

Chrysalis’s hot breath swept across Celestia’s neck as she worked her hips and teased her Mistress's desperate groove, occasionally diverting to the side and leaving a sticky trail as she rubbed across her thighs and bottom. With every thrust that drew closer to Celestia's throbbing desire she couldn't help but swish her ethereal tail and make little frustrated moans.

Deciding she had warmed her up enough, Chrysalis pushed past Celestia's entrance and plunged deep inside, reducing her to a shuddering wreck as her pussy stretched with sublime pleasure. Instead of falling into a monotonous and predictable pattern, the changeling swivelled her hips and pressed the lovely length against the Princess’s muscular walls. A series of shallow strokes preceded a sudden deep thrust that opened Celestia all the way and made her gasp with sheer pleasure. Without missing a beat, Chrysalis delivered several quick thrusts to her deepest limit.

"Oooh by my sun! Right there!" Celestia cooed. "I want it deep, nice and deep…"

Chrysalis pulled out in a slow, agonizing retreat that left Celestia feeling unbearably empty. Just when she couldn't stand that for another instant, Chrysalis advanced with a wiggling thrust and she bottomed out to the hilt before grinding against her Mistress’s clitoris. Celestia groaned from the surprising movements and the return of that wonderful full feeling.

Upping the game, Chrysalis used her magic to vibrate the silicone stallionhood. She sent shock waves through the foundation of Celestia's burning dripping marehood. The vibrations were like an all-encompassing massage, and the undulating head rubbed against Celestia's deepest sweet spots and brought her perfect pleasure.

At this most crucial of moment, after a couple dozen deep and firm thrusts, Celestia’s first orgasm heralded its approach with a familiar rush of tingles swirling around the tip of her clitoris, and another round of Chrysalis's enthusiastic thrusts would soon free them and send the sparks deep inside her.

That was just her first climax. She had been given two, so Chrysalis decided to return the favour. While her Mistress was still moaning in bliss, the changeling adjusted their position so that Celestia was on her front and she was mounting her like a mare to be bred. She used her knees to nudge Celestia's hind legs even further apart, her slender weight bearing down across the Princess’s upturned rear before pressing against her back. Celestia's legs sprawled out behind her onto the edge of the bed and rendered her completely vulnerable, and she rubbed and teased the head of the strap-on along her slippery crease.

Once she had determined that she was wet enough for what she had in mind, Chrysalis wrapped her forelegs around Celestia's chest and enveloped her sweaty white body. As soon as the head of the vibrating stallionhood slid inside the alicorn's needy pussy, Chrysalis drove forward with deep thrusts, insistent thrusts, her tempo increasing into a dizzying crescendo, a wild, spirited pumping that stretched Celestia's deepest depths.

Celestia was in a whole new level of heaven. Never in her long life had she been mounted and completely fucked like was right then, not even by Sunset’s father. She found she was addicted to Chrysalis's deceptive strength draped across her back, to those wonderful feelings bubbling up inside her she no longer had to stifle and pretend didn't exist. She was lost in the way Chrysalis kissed her hard on the neck, grazing flesh with her fangs, nibbled her ears aggressively, and held her in a tight grip she couldn't escape.

"Scream for me, Celly,” Chrysalis said, deep in the alicorn’s ear, “I want all of Las Pegasus to hear you, I want them to hear your moans. I want your subjects to know exactly what kind of mare their Princess is!”

Celestia rocked forward with each glorious thrust. "I want to show them everything!” she screamed, even though she knew full well the room was sound proofed, “I want them to see what a dirty mare I am!” she knew no such thing would ever happen, but right then, to be surrounded by a crowd watching as Chrysalis fucked her into the bed…

A roaring wildfire consumed Celestia, and from deep in her chest came a pleasured whinny that turned into a silent squeal. The magical feelings from her clit and her hot spot blended into a mind obliterating pleasure that quaked from between her legs and sent her wings sprawling to either side, more useless than ever. Celestia thrashed and shook and whimpered from the onslaught and almost broke free, but Chrysalis kept her pinned to the bed and she rammed her inner depths with even more frenzied thrusts that slapped against her white rump with loud, lewd wet smacking noises.

"Yes, yes! Fuck me!" Celestia begged, pushing the sound proofing of the room to its limit as she raised her ass up higher. "Pound my pussy, Chryssie! Pound my dirty pussy!"

Hearing that, Chrysalis redoubled her efforts and plowed into Celestia with increasing zeal and she ignited a blazing chain reaction that rushed from the base of Celestia's ethereal tail into her chest and limbs. The multiple orgasms and their aftershocks came faster and faster and her cum exploded like a thick syrup that squirted out in endless torrents, each pulse more mind blowing than the last.

Not done, Chrysalis threw herself across Celestia's back and sank inside her to the hilt. She gasped and cried out with shouts that resounded across the penthouse suite, and Celestia joined her in a moaning duet and surrendered to waves of ecstasy that rocked the very core of her hot throbbing marehood. The intensity of their passion left them both utterly exhausted.

Chrysalis rested her muzzle in the crook of Celestia's shoulder while they gathered their wits and caught their breath. In those tender moments nothing needed to be said to prove what they meant to one another, but the changeling couldn’t help herself. “So, Mistress, how did I do on my exam?”

“Y-You…Hmmm…y-you get an A plus,” Celestia sighed happily after having been so thoroughly mounted and fucked into oblivion, “Now…aaah…I'm the little spoon. We have a dinner reservation later at seven, and a show to follow. Tonight is burlesque.”

“Little spoon it is, Mistress,” Chrysalis rolled back to her side and Celestia followed the motion, the two of them laying together as they had started. With the stallionator still in place, the changeling pressed her chest into her lover’s back, happy to lay there as they both fell asleep.

Hours later, in the early evening, Celestia woke and she wiggled her plush hips back against Chrysalis, delighting when she felt the fake stallionhood between her legs. “Changelings don't have teats, do they?” she asked, somewhat out of nowhere.

“We do not,” Chrysalis didn’t question where the out of the blue question had come from, “I’m sorry Mistress.”

Maintaining the embrace, Celestia twisted in Chrysalis's hooves and kissed her lips, “I'm not,” she placed another soft and tender kiss on the changeling’s muzzle, “After all I know I'll see some lovely teats when we walk out of here.”

Chrysalis giggled, certain that she loved these periods of snuggling more than the sex that preceded them. “I'll have to add a little extra bounce to my step then, make them jiggle for you.”

“I'll need to get you dressed,” said Celestia, thinking ahead to what she had planned for them, “Solar Flare please.”

“Seeing as you asked nicely,” Chrysalis kissed her lover’s nose and, in the flash of green flames, she transformed into Solar Flare, still tangled in the Princess’s legs.

Once they were both stood beside the bed, and Celestia had used her magic to remove the strap on from her submissive’s crotch – she wasn’t going that far to humiliate her – she levitated a red squishy foam ball the size of her hoof out of a bag. When she squeezed it, there was revealed an opening. The Princess slid it onto Solar Flare's horn, roughly halfway down. “The key to this game is that you don't know it is there, and you will not acknowledge it even exists.”

When Celestia pointed to the large ornate mirror, Solar Flare could see how ridiculous she looked wearing the ball on her horn. “Oh my goodness!” she giggled behind a brick red hoof, “It looks like one of those red noses I’ve seen ponies wear on Red Nose Day!”

“You do know if it gets to be too much, you have a way out,” Celestia said softly as she affectionately nuzzled her marefriend’s cheek, “Right?”

“Don’t worry,” Solar Flare assured her, “If it gets too much, Mistress, I shall say Lime faster than you can squeeze one.”

“Then let’s go to dinner,” Celestia smiled, for she had her plan ready for the evening, and so far it was going smoothly, “Have you read up on burlesque?”

Solar Flare cocked her head to one side, “The dictionary says burlesque is a literary, dramatic or musical work intended to cause laughter by caricaturing the manner or spirit of serious works, or by ludicrous treatment of their subjects,” she giggled, realising she had sounded so flat during that little recital, “I bet it's more lively than that?”

“I will be one of the objects of ridicule,” commented Celestia, “So I do hope they do a good job.”

“You will?” Solar Flare asked, “I'm surprised at that.” And she was, very much so. Of all the ponies to allow themselves to be set up or lampooned, Celestia was the very last one she would ever have thought to do it, given her prim and proper public image.

“Wait until you see it,” Celestia winked, “It should be a fun night.”

“Now I'm intrigued,” Solar Flare smiled, for her marefriend didn’t seem to just be allowing it to happen, it was as if actively encouraging it! “Am I to wear anything else, Mistress?”

“You're wearing more than me. No,” Celestia caught herself and laughed, “Wait, you have nothing on just like me!” consciously not wearing her usual regalia – she was on holiday after all – the Princess opened the hotel room door.

On her way out of the hotel room, Solar Flare smirked, she winked and then she walked out the door first, keeping her gait a little wide to purposefully show off her large heavy teats. “I knew I'd have a walk with a view,” Celestia grinned, happy to admire said view.

“If you don't like it,” Solar Flare remarked, “I can always hide them, Mistress.”

A bare hoof came down playfully on the unicorn’s brick red ass cheeks, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her of her role. “Sounds like somepony is pushing her naughty zone,” warned the Princess.

“I’m sorry Mistress,” Solar Flare carried on walking towards the elevator with her usual wide gait and her tail ever so slightly up to give Celestia the best view she could.

“Hmm, I can feel just how sorry you are,” Celestia giggled, “Not.”

After the two mares exited the elevator on the ground floor, the casino, a late middle aged summer green pegasus stallion from nowhere said, in an obnoxiously pretentious Canterlot accent, “Excuse me, why do you have a ball on your horn?”

“Whatever do you mean, sir?” asked Solar Flare, playing the game like her Mistress had ordered of her, “There's nothing on my horn.”

“But…” the stuck up pegasus was instantly confused, “But…ma’am…” he spluttered, pointing a wing tip at the unicorn’s horn.

“I’m sure I don't know to what you are pointing,” Solar Flare hated herself right then for sounding like the most upper class stuck up Canterlot socialite that the capital city had ever produced, “I assure you, there's nothing on my horn!”

The stallion just stood and stared open mouthed while Celestia moved on ahead towards the dining room. Giving the pegasus a snort, the disguised changeling stalked off beside her Mistress with her head in the air. Presently, Celestia stopped in front of the Maître D’, an earth pony stallion with a neatly trimmed greying beard. “This is my guest.”

“Very good Princess,” the pony said in a manner as stiff as the black jacket and starched shirt he was wearing, “I'll...” he glanced at the unicorn and paused, eyes wide, “Um, I…” he blinked several times, unsure if he was being pranked or not, “Your table is this way.”

“Thank you, sir,” Solar Flare walked alongside her marefriend, acting like nothing was amiss. Unfortunately, the other diners noticed. To a pony, they stopped eating at the presence of the Princess, and more than that, Chrysalis noted that more than a few of them were pointing at her and not at Celestia. The disguised changeling paused for a long, long moment and she stared at those pointing at her then she blushed and hurried to her seat.

“Sometimes it is nice to not be the centre of attention,” Celestia smirked as she took her seat at the empty table.

Wearing a blush that was as deep red as the ball on her horn, Solar Flare sat opposite her marefriend, “I'm pleased to be your lightning rod, Mistress.”

Celestia could tell by the tone of the unicorn’s voice that she was no such thing. If her guess was right, she wasn’t enjoying this at all. “You may order what you wish. In case you want to try it, they do have fish available. I'm having the tofu curry.”

“I believe I'll try this,” Solar Flare said after she had perused the menu for a moment, “A steamed salmon and vegetable rice bowl, Mistress.”

After a passing waiter had taken their orders and departed with a smirk on his face, a mare at a nearby table who had a bit too much wine in her leant over and made her presence known, “Princess Celestia, is your staff so clumsy they have to wear a horn cover?”

“Pardon?” asked Celestia, who was delightfully oblivious.

The tipsy mare then made a big show of pointed her hoof at Solar Flare, whose blush was deepening by the second to a nasty crimson, “That big shinny ball on her head! Has she ever horn stabbed somepony I think...”

“I wonder what on earth that was about?” asked Celestia as innocently as she could as another waiter tried to discreetly escort the drunken mare out of the dining room and to somewhere quiet where she could sober up.

Solar Flare’s blush deepened ever more so that her cheeks and her even her ears resembled a crimson / purple tomato. It wasn’t bad enough that the mare had embarrassed her like that, but she had been so loud that a number of other tables were now pointing at her! “I-I'm sure I have no idea, Mistress. Drink making her see things I suspect…”

Celestia could see the embarrassment building in her pet. Just as she thought it might. “I'm sure you're right, my love.” Then, a unicorn waiter came over carrying their food in his magic, which he set down in front of them. Celestia had ordered stuffed mushrooms, and the tofu curry, with a full bodied merlot to drink.

After placing Solar Flare’s order down, the waiter found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the big red ball adorning her horn. He stared so much that the unicorn flicked her ears back to her scalp. “Is there something wrong with what I ordered, sir?”

Caught staring, the waiter hastened to pour Solar Flare the frizzante prosecco she had ordered to go with her meal. “U-Uuuum…Um, ah, no ma'am, your wine!” no sooner had he poured both glasses out than the stallion turned and galloped away, tears of laughter in his eyes.

Solar Flare looked around the dining room and to her dismay she saw a lot of the ponies were busier talking, pointing and looking at her than they were eating. When she focused on one table, they suddenly felt the need to look somewhere else and eat. “I suspect our food must be better than theirs,” she said with an upset huff.

“Is there something wrong, my little love bug?”

Calming a good deal, Solar Flare pointedly focused on their table and nothing else. “No Mistress,” she said in a very small, humiliated voice, “I'm fine, thank you.”

A unicorn stallion who was sat behind Celestia, but who Solar Flare could clearly see, placed an orange on his horn and the ponies at the table burst out laughing. He then took it off, but the mocking laughter continued as the poor mare’s blush returned in full force, reaching all the way up to the tips of her ears.

The embarrassed changeling shot a quick glance around at the other tables, where she saw another unicorn, this time a mare, with a tomato on her horn, but held in her magic so that it wouldn't leak. The earth pony across from her had a paper horn and crown, and the others at the table were pointing at her and Celestia, laughing and taking pictures.

While most of the laughing diners had moved on to just ignoring the two of them, being far more interested in their food and their conversations, Solar Flare stared down at the table and let out a little sniff, though tears slid down her cheeks. She couldn’t take the ridicule any longer, “Lime.”

The second she heard the sacred safe word, Celestia’s horn lit up briefly and the squishy red ball vanished into thin air. “I was wondering what I'd have to do to get that word out of you, my love.” She leant across the table and first she kissed Solar Flare’s cheeks, drying them instantly, then she kissed her lips. “Are you alright?”

All the noise around her in the dining room went silent, but Solar Flare didn’t notice. Nodding her head, she suddenly forgot all about the other diners and she just melted into the kiss, wishing it could go on forever and ever. Once the kiss was broken, the Princess leant back and the waiter came over with fresh drinks. “I do feel bad for those that tried take a picture and found they got nothing,” she said once she was sure her lover was happy, she lifted up her glass, “To us.”

“To us, Mistress,” Solar Flare, with her tears and her insecurities kissed away, lifted her glass. “That...was an unpleasant experience,” she admitted, “It wasn't the same kind of humiliating like we did earlier, or like we do at Trixie's.”

“I'll note that mocking is on my short list for when you're really naughty.”

Solar Flare leant over the table and she kissed the base of Celestia's ear, whispering, “Thank you, Celly.”

“Let's enjoy this meal and then you can see how they mock me,” Celestia smiled broadly as she started to eat.

“You're right, let's enjoy it,” Solar Flare smiled as she lifted up her fork and took a mouthful of the fish, “Besides, a bad mood would spoil this lovely food!” truth be told though, she still couldn’t believe she was going to go to a show where Celestia would be mocked.

“True,” Celestia agreed, before she turned her full attention to her food. The two then ate in silence, each comfortable in each other’s company. Is was a good meal that they both enjoyed. “I reserve the right to pick our dessert after the show,” said Celestia once they were finished.

Solar Flare considered that for a moment before she nodded in agreement. “I'll give you that right.” Getting up, the unicorn walked with her marefriend side by side from the dining room through the casino to the auditorium where the burlesque show was due to start. They managed to get good seats for the show, down in the orchestra area. “I must admit, from what you've told me, I'm looking forward to this show.”

The show started a few moments later, with the first act being a unicorn mare. The burgundy pony had her yellow mane done up in a high pony tail, and she strutted onto the stage wearing nothing at all. A spotlight highlighted her, and a stereo played some loud bump and grind music. As the mare danced on the stage, she lit her horn and pieces of black paper flew towards her and stuck to her fur. By the end of her performance, all that could be seen of her were her lips, teats, crotch, and horn.

As the mare took her bow and departed the stage, Solar Flare was one of many who applauded enthusiastically, though she was not entirely sure what to make of what she's just seen. Seeing her confusion, Celestia leant in close and whispered, “Reverse striptease. Note what was left uncovered.”

“Oh...oooooh, I see!” Solar Flare understood it, she got the performance and her eyes shone, “That was rather clever!”

“Ah,” Celestia whispered, “This next one will be most interesting…” Two earth pony mares, one dark blue and one white, both with fake wings and horn and crown came out. Each mare had a paper taped over their own cutie marks, one with a rough drawing of a crescent moon and the other with a sun.

Suddenly, Solar Flare found herself paying a great deal more attention, and she had one eye on Celestia, gauging her reaction to see if was alright to laugh or not. The mares on stage didn’t make it easy either. The mare playing Luna was whining about nopony appreciating her night in a pitch perfect impersonation of the Princess it was scary to witness.

If the mare portraying Luna was good, then the mare playing Celestia deserved an acting award. She strutted around the stage and in a parody of the Princess, she said that her sister was just being silly and ponies love her night.

‘Luna’ responded that all the ponies did at night was dream that it was day. The two actresses shared a lot of back and forth in that vein. It was clear to Solar Flare that they had a great deal of actual chemistry with each other that made the act work, especially when the mare playing Luna cried out, What if the night was forever, would they love it then? Only for the ‘Celestia’ to respond with, ‘But I love your night!’

The act was nearing its end when ‘Luna’ declared, “Oh, really?”

‘Celestia’ shot back with an equally over the top, “Really!” that came very close to a Royal Canterlot Voice as two stage ninjas dressed all in black rushed out and one placed a moon paper on ‘Celestia’ and the other put a sun paper on ‘Luna’.

“That's good to know,” ‘Luna’ exclaimed, “You can be the night and I’ll be the day. Enjoy night court!”

“What,” the ‘Celestia’ squeaked as she realised she had been fooled, and her acting sister happily trotted off the stage, “Wait, I didn't mean that!” she then gave chase after her, to the audience’s thunderous applause, hoof stomps and whoops and whistles.

Nopony was laughing and clapping louder or harder than the real Celestia, who was clapping and cheering louder than half the others combined. “Now…” she said once she had her breath back and she slumped in her seat with a smile all over her face, “That was different!”

Solar Flare was laughing out loud and clapping her hooves in appreciation of the performance, “That was so funny how they swapped the cutie marks!”

“Earth pony magic,” Celestia commented wisely.

The next skit was a comedy sketch, set in an old time corner store. An earth pony was playing the role of storekeeper and a pegasus was the customer. The whole thing revolved around one stallion asking the other for four candles and the storekeeper thinking he wanted fork handles. When they were done, fifteen minutes later, Solar Flare was laughing so hard she was almost peeing herself.

“How can they turn two words into a fifteen minute joke?” she asked, her sides aching and eyes watering from the sheer force of her laughter.

“It is the absurdity that makes it funny,” commented Celestia, who herself had a wide smile on her face, “I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh wow, did I ever enjoy it!” Solar Flare snorted out a laugh as she thought again of the joke, “Fork handles! No, I want four candles! Ha!”

“Are you ready for dessert?”

Still chuckling, the unicorn nodded her head, “Yes, I'm ready.”

“Hold on tight.” When the unicorn had a tight grip of the alicorn’s foreleg and shoulder, Celestia cast her spell and she teleported the two of them several miles away to the top of a tall hill that looked down on the bright lights of Las Pegasus on one side and a large lake on the other. A red and white chequered blanket with a pot of Celestial Coffee and a large bowl of Tiramisu waited for them. There were two cups for the coffee but no spoons for the dessert. “I'd like to share this dessert with my special love bug.”

When she reappeared on the hill, Solar Flare had a horrible moment of nausea from the teleportation that made her stagger but she got over it pretty quickly. “I-I...whooo...I think I can do that...” she gasped and, after a few deep breaths to keep the contents of her belly where they were, she transformed back into Chrysalis once again.

Once Chrysalis had transformed, Celestia sat next to her on the blanket and draped a foreleg around her shoulders, “You did a good job controlling your anger in the dining room.”

A little sheepishly, Chrysalis smiled and nestled into Celestia’s embrace, “I was foolish to get so angry and upset in the first place, Celly.”

On the contrary, Celestia didn’t think her marefriend was foolish at all. “I know how foolish anger can be, Chryssie.”

“I also knew you were there looking out for me,” Chrysalis smiled and kissed the alicorn’s cheek.

“But I wasn't the one to end it,” Celestia said softly, with a great deal of affection in her voice, “I was watching over you, but you had to step up to end the game.” She kissed Chrysalis’s lips, “You did, I’m proud of my pet and I love my marefriend.”

“I know,” Chrysalis snuggled up real close into Celestia's side, allowing her body warmth to heat her up and guard against the slight chill of night that came from the North Luna Ocean, “I love you too.” The two mares then turned their attention to their dessert, which was consumed by a simple sharing mouth to mouth, with drinks of creamy coffee. “Mmmmmm…” the changeling purred, “I do love the way you serve dessert.”

“Sometimes the simple ways are the best,” smiled Celestia, before she looked up to the stars that Luna had created for that night. As usual, ninety nine per cent of them were unchanged, but there were a number that were different, Luna’s personal flair to her nightly creation. “What do you know of the stars my sister so much bemoans about?”

“Well...” Chrysalis began, also looking up at the night sky, “Before I began my lessons that you recommended, I confess I knew very little of Lulu's stars, other than they were pretty. Now I know a bit more about them.” She pointed a hoof to the four red stars in the middle of the sky, “I know those are the Midnight Stars. Luna creates one for every lover she’s ever had.”

Celestia nodded solemnly, “She blames me for the constellations. She says I was too lazy while she was gone. I rather like them though, and she tends to keep them. Let me show you the stars.”

“I know she changed them one time and all the stargazers stormed her court to complain,” Chrysalis giggled at that, “Lead by one Twilight Sparkle.”

The Princess sighed, “The truth is simple, I’m not very artistic, and controlling the moon and stars is as difficult for me as moving the sun is for her. And, well…to be frank, I had other things to think about following Lulu’s absence than painting the sky anew every night.”

As they both looked up at the night sky, they saw two shooting stars race across the sky. Brighter than all the others, the larger of the two stars shone a bright yellow while the smaller was a luminescent green. “Thank you, sister,” Celestia whispered, her eyes watering at her sibling’s priceless gift.

“From my studies,” said Chrysalis, “I know it’s traditional to make a wish when you see a shooting star.”

Celestia turned away from the night sky and she looked deep into Chrysalis’s big green eyes, “I wish to spend eternity with the one I love. I wish to wake up every morning with my special love bug. I wish to love you every day, Chrysalis.”

Chrysalis held Celestia’s hoof and stared up into her large eyes, “And I wish to love you, to worship you as my Mistress and to adore you as my marefriend. I wish to be your pet and your lover, until the end of time.”

As they embraced and kissed, as the stars soared across the sky overhead, Celestia and Chrysalis were each other.

Author's Note

And there we go, that's that. All done.

It feels odd to have this story completed. It has been so much fun from start to finish. It could have gone on and on, but Zervon Tora and I both agreed we had Celestia where we wanted her, and we felt the story had come to a natural end without outstaying its welcome.

This has been my first featured story, and to my regular readers as well as the new ones I attained as a result of this story, I say a very big thank you!

I hope to see you all again when I release my next story.

All the best,
Dusk