We Are Each Other

Forty five minutes later, during which time Chrysalis had been getting accustomed to her new disguise, her mannerisms, the way she walked and the way she talked, a truly monumental grey earth pony stallion dressed head to hoof in golden armour knocked politely on the office door. “Ms. Ribbon,” he looked around, confusion on his face, “Where is Chrysalis?”

Royal Ribbon giggled like a filly who had just been told a really rude joke and she pointed a magenta hoof to the pastel green earth pony mare stood beside her. “She’s right here, as directed by the Princess herself.”

Smirking broadly, the transformed changeling made an exaggerated bow, so low her muzzle touched the office floor, “What, you didn't recognize me, Shieldwall?”

Shieldwall blushed so hard his grey cheeks turned a beautiful shade of red, not at his mistake in failing to realise the pony bowing before him was Chrysalis, but at the mare’s watermelon sized teats. He tried not to stare, but it was a battle he was losing. “Ahem, I-I'm to escort you to the palace. Follow me, ma’am,” he held the door open so she could leave ahead of him.

“Such a gentlecolt you are, Shieldwall,” for the first time in six months, Chrysalis walked outside. She would have preferred the sun, instead of the cold and dreary winter’s day she was greeted with, but she’d take it. She was outside, with the wind on her chitin… ‘Fur,’ she reminded herself.

Outside the changeling internment camp, there was a pegasus drawn carriage waiting for them. Shieldwall got in the back with Chrysalis by his side. At least with her stood so close, the royal guard pony couldn’t see her teats. Small mercies. “We can go, Downdraft,” he spoke to the white stallion at the head of the carriage, and it took of a moment later.

Chrysalis was thoroughly enjoying the view from the carriage as they flew around the side of Canterlot mountain. Looking over the side, she fancied she could see all of Equestria from where she was. “It was Hearts and Hooves day this past weekend,” she said just to break the silence, “Tell me, did you follow my advice with that mare you like?”

Shieldwall gave his travelling companion a sideways glance, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You know, you are making it exceedingly difficult to not like you. A word of warning,” his smile faded, “I would be careful near the Princess. In answer to your question,” the smile returned to his face, “Yes, we have already been on two dates since then.”

Chrysalis matched his smile with one of her own, “I'm glad to hear it…” then, she sighed, “And yes, I know to be careful around Celestia but, thank you for the warning. I appreciate the heads up.”

“You're welcome,” Shieldwall beamed down at the smaller pony – that was nothing new. Almost everypony was smaller than he was – and he asked, “Did you get enough to eat today?”

“I did, thank you. Royal Ribbon was most forthcoming with breakfast.” Chrysalis then bumped her flank against the armour that covered his, “And your visits made my stay in the camp most comfortable.”

“It is okay for you to snack on our way, it will be about thirty minutes flight.” They did after all have to go around Canterlot mountain and hide where they had come from. Plus, the guard wasn’t sure when his companion would eat again.

As soon as she heard that, the earth pony’s blue eyes glowed with a bright green light. Energy from the stallion flowed into her and she took the opportunity for said snack, “Ooooh...you thought of your mare, didn’t you? That was delicious, Shieldwall.”

“So far we are so good, we’re not rushing anything. She needs to get used to my odd job hours.”

“Then, I wish you the best of luck, Shieldwall.”

“Thank you. Now for some silence,” Shieldwall’s genial easy going tone turned somber and solemn. It wasn’t a switch he enjoyed. “You need to get used to the treatment you're going to experience in the palace.”

Chrysalis stared straight ahead, watching where the chariot was flying. Below them she could just make out the very outskirts of Canterlot below the clouds. “It's not going to be a picnic on the nearest rainbow, is it?” she felt rather than saw the huge guard shake his head. Royal Ribbon’s warning came back to her ears as they flew on, but she remained silent, looking grimly at the palace in the far distance.

Presently, after a mostly silent flight, Downdraft landed the chariot on the ground outside the palace, inside the gates. “Follow me, please,” Shieldwall then led his companion – his friend - through main entrance and down the labyrinthine halls to a side room near Celestia's quarters. He was pleased to see that nearly every guard they passed on the way got a sore neck from staring at the mare’s teats. Not just him then. “This is your room when you’re off duty. Princess Celestia will inform you of your duties and your hours. Unless you are performing a task you will remain in this room. The door is not locked, nor can it be locked.” When he paused, the stern tone left his voice, replaced by a softer, more caring one. “Your chance to build up some trust.”

“I understand. Thank you, Shieldwall. I’m sure it’s a perfectly nice room.”

“I hope that eventually, she will allow you to put some personality into it. I wish you luck, my friend.” After giving the earth pony an affectionate nuzzle, the massive stallion turned and left her standing before the plain white door.

The earth pony stepped through her door and her jaw fell almost too the floor. “Mmmmm, a nice room indeed…” she murmured after a few long moments. There was a double bed with the thinnest comforter she had ever seen on it, a nightstand, a lamp, one empty bookshelf, and empty dresser and empty vanity. Fortunately there was a large window, with a plain white curtain, and a double door that led to a small empty balcony with another plain white curtain over door. There were no pictures on the wall. Even crappy hotel art would have broken up the endless ocean of white.

It was roughly just before twelve noon when Chrysalis had been shown her room. It was six hours later when her door was opened by none other than Celestia herself in the door frame. She saw the pastel green earth pony laid on the bed, staring up at the white ceiling. “You're here.”

“I am,” Chrysalis scoffed in the earth pony’s voice, “In my very own special room. Thank you.”

“Follow,” Celestia ordered simply and she turned on her hooves. Walking out and over to her own room, she knew she was being followed when she heard the clopping of hooves behind her. At her quarters, she held the door open for her maid, on either side of which stood an imposing guard clad in golden armour. Celestia shot the earth pony a nasty smile, “Bedpan will resume her duties. She has free access to my room.” The alicorn then spared ‘Bedpan’ a look, “Tidy things up. I'm going to dinner.”

With her orders given, Celestia walked off down the hall without so much as a backwards glance. Left alone with the two guards – who were both a lot more intimidating than Shieldwall ever had been, despite being smaller than he – Bedpan quickly scooted inside the Princess’s chambers. “Yes ma'am, doing clean up, ma'am!” she bowed and saluted to the empty room.

The room in question, while no doubt fine in all the white marble and gold décor, looked like it had just played host to a raging tornado, if the state of it was anything to go by. Chrysalis swore she could hear fading gloating laughter as Celestia headed to the private dining hall. “Hmm,” she mused, “I was right. No picnic on rainbows indeed…” she sighed deeply and decided to make a start on the tornado, starting with the bed.

While nothing was soiled, thankfully, nothing was where it should have been, either. Books lay scattered around the floor in a heap, with no clue as to where they went. Bedsheets were tossed against the wall, and there were a multitude of other things that needed attention.

Ninety minutes later, when Celestia opened her door following her meal, she saw that her maid had succeeded in making her bed and picking up the large pile of books, though of course almost none were where they should be. “Hmph…I didn't know I had such a lazy maid…” she commented as she closed the door and looked around.

“Pardon me, your highness,” Chrysalis bit back the rather snappy retort she wanted to respond with and instead she forced herself to be polite, “But your ‘maid’ did not know where your things went.” She was sure that was the whole point.

Celestia lit her horn and a second later, three hundred books were swept from the bookshelves and they landed back on the floor in haphazard piles. “Alphabetical order by author.” Next, she ripped the recently applied sheets from her bed like they had personally wronged her. “Military corners. I'm not going to look in my wardrobe to be disappointed. Colour variant with ultraviolet on the left and infrared on the right.”

With that, Celestia turned and left her quarters without another word. Stunned by what the Princess had just done, Chrysalis stood rooted to the spot like a cockatrice had petrified her. She stood with her mouth hanging open at the way her ninety minutes of hard work had been undone in literally seconds. Muttering - not quite under her breath – she restarted her chores, beginning with the books.

Princess Luna was busy getting ready for her shift in that day’s Night Court when Celestia stomped without ceremony into her private chambers. “Good evening, my dear sister,” Luna’s greeting was completely at odds with the look of thunder on her older sister’s face. Wisely, Crescent Moon decided that was the right time to take her leave, “Oh my, is something amiss?”

“Chrysalis is not rebelling!” Celestia stomped a forehoof into her sister’s floor so hard it fractured the dark blue marbled surface.

“Oh,” Luna placed a serene smile on her face as she magically repaired her floor, “Was that a job requirement I was unaware of?”

Somewhat annoyed by her sister’s rather irreverent cheeky tone, Celestia rolled her eyes, “I can't destroy a non-rebellion, can I?”

Shooing her sister aside so she could assess whether her floor was properly mended, Luna said, “Either you are not trying hard enough, or she is more concerned about her bugs than about herself.”

“Impossible,” Celestia snapped, “To have concern would require love. She doesn't have an ounce of love in her!”

“As you say, sister.” Luna replied, that calm about her an infuriating mirror to her sister’s bad mood, as she levitated her polished black torq over her head and then placed her crown just behind her horn.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean that I must go to my Night Court. I may have a petitioner tonight!” smiling in such a way that she knew her sister wanted to hit her, Luna hugged Celestia tight, “I leave her in your hooves as I know you will do what is right, even if you don't want to.”

Just like that, Celestia was left fuming, alone with her thoughts, in her sister’s chambers.

Meanwhile, back in Celestia's room, Chrysalis at last had all the books arranged alphabetically by author, she had the corners of the bedsheets and the comforter so sharp that they could have been classed as lethal weapons and the closet was organized just so. She was determined that the Princess wouldn’t be able to find fault this time.

Leaving Luna’s chambers, Celestia first went to the kitchens for some much needed tea and cake, as well as a great deal of personal reflection. After another ninety minutes, she returned to her quarters and she got the impression that Chrysalis had completed her work literally just in the nick of time, given by how she snapped to attention as she opened the door.

“Return to your room,” Celestia ordered curtly. Saying nothing more, she simply waited for ‘Bedpan’ to leave her sight.

Chrysalis though, did not leave. “I'm hungry,” she stated plaintively, and on cue her belly growled like she had a bear in there. A hungry bear. She hadn’t eaten since Shieldwall had given her the snack in the chariot, and it was catching up with her.

“GET OUT!”

About to respond with a yell, Chrysalis swallowed it at the very last moment when thoughts of her changelings and their wellbeing flashed across her mind, and instead, she bowed low to the floor. “As you command,” she said, making the three words as contemptuous as she could.

She got a surprise in her plain white room though. On her bed was a dark green earth pony with a light blue mane, smiling welcomingly at her. “Welcome home Bedpan, I hope the day wasn't too difficult for you?” as she spoke, she radiated care and concern like a small sun, “I'm part of Royal Ribbon's team.”

“It was...challenging,” Chrysalis dropped unceremoniously to the floor and gratefully, she absorbed the light meal. It was enough to take the edge off her hunger. “Then again, I was warned it would be.”

Still smiling, the mare slid from the bed and she lay on the floor next to the disguised Chrysalis. “My name is Bluegrass,” she draped a foreleg over Chrysalis’s back, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. All is moving forward with the program.”

As soon as she heard that, Chrysalis found herself crying. The act surprised her, because she hadn’t thought it was getting to her as much as it was. “Sh-She is t-trying to br-break me!” she managed to say in between her sobbing, “B-But I will not, I cannot give her the satisfaction, I know I can't, but if all the days are to be like this...” the seemingly insurmountable pressure was just too much, and she cried all the more.

“They may be worse,” Bluegrass said softly, which just made Chrysalis cry harder, streaks of tears ran down her cheeks, “I'm here at her sufferance. She could have ordered me away. Royal Ribbon fears the program may work well enough that you will no longer be needed.”

“I doubt I am needed at all,” Chrysalis wept. All her heart seemed to break, “My link to the changelings that came here was severed when we arrived. I can't feel them, or communicate with them, yet the program endures and is doing well.”

Bluegrass discovered, in that moment, that Chrysalis was an ugly crier. Her eyes were quickly red from the tears, her fur streaked, and snot was leaking from her nose. “Then it is up to you to remain needed,” she smiled warmly and used her hoofkerchief to gently wipe ‘Bedpan’s’ face, “That you hurt Celestia during the invasion is minor.”

“She seeks to torment me,” Chrysalis sniffed, taking the hoofkerchief and wiping her own face, “That much is clear, for what I did to her subjects.”

With a shake of her head, Bluegrass corrected her, “You embarrassed her in front of her subjects, her niece, and most of all, her student. She seeks revenge by embarrassing you more.”

“Well, there’s that too, I suppose,” Chrysalis conceded Bluegrass’s point, “How much longer are you permitted to stay here?”

“I must be gone before the sun rises.”

“Then, would you mind watching the door? I need to revert to my natural state at least once per day.”

“It would be best if I wait outside then,” Bluegrass said as she took the latest issue of Vanity Mare magazine from her saddle bag and placed it next to Chrysalis on the floor. “What I don't see, I can't say. and the door opens out.” She then left the room, and outside, she leant against the door.

“Mother bless you, Royal Ribbon,” Chrysalis sighed and relaxed. The magical green flames flashed, and in a second, she was herself once more, stretched out on the floor. “Aaaaaaaah,” she gasped like she had taken off a constricting piece of clothing, “That's better…” it certainly was a relief not carrying around Bedpan’s sizeable teats.

Bluegrass remained at the door all night until just before Celestia raised the sun, standing there like the most diligent of guards-ponies. Thankfully, nopony tried to enter. She took her leave when she said she would, dutifully not looking into the room just in case. Inside, in her new bed, Chrysalis slept like a hatchling all night, though she did wake up once, for long enough to muse that pony beds were really comfortable, before drifting back to sleep, cocooned in the comforter.

Shortly after sunrise, the door opened and Celestia stepped loudly inside the room. “Put his on and report to Ms. Spatula in the cafeteria,” she ordered before tossing a very skimpy maid outfit at the Chrysalis shaped lump under the comforter and leaving, slamming the door behind her.

“Yes ma'am!” Chrysalis slowly extricated herself from the comforter and she saw the maid outfit tossed on the bed. Her first thought was that it was just like the ones she had seen in the pages of Vanity Mare. Her second thought, after she had transformed into Bedpan and as she dressed herself in the skimpy clothing, was that it was nothing like the ones in Vanity Mare. The outfit was so small and skimpy that it barely covered her ass and it showed off her bowling ball sized teats even more than just having them bare. “Oh well…”

In the cafeteria, Ms. Spatula was a generously plump purple earth pony mare with a curly straw yellow mane that refused to be combed into any shape other than ‘birds nest’. “Bedpan, um,” the old mare flustered, “Wh-Why are you wearing that?” not that she was complaining, the way the maid’s dress supported and pushed up and out her teats was just the sight she needed early in the morning. It was better than coffee.

“I was requested to by her highness Princess Celestia herself, then told to report to you,” Chrysalis couldn’t shake the idea that she had been set up, that her tormentor sought to humiliate and embarrass her.

“Far be it from me to argue fashion with the Princess,” Ms. Spatula shrugged her shoulders and pointed to a fully loaded food cart, “Take that cart to the barracks. It has a hundred breakfasts for the guards. After you deliver them, bring the cart back and you can have some yourself,” she ordered before turning back to her cooking and watching over the kitchen staff.

“The barracks, right…” ‘Bedpan’ giggled nervously, suddenly aware that she had no knowledge of the palace’s many halls, corridors and rooms, “Um, not to be a pain or anything, but they would be....where?”

Ms. Spatula, who was the absolute ruler of her domain, gave ‘Bedpan’ a narrow look, “Where they've always been, now get to it.”

“Right, I got it!” ‘Bedpan’ smiled a smile that was way too wide to be natural, as she took the stacked food cart and she tried to rack her mind as to the location of the barracks. It was years since she had been in the palace, and back then, she couldn’t remember ever going to the barracks.

Just then, by a huge stroke of luck, a white unicorn stallion in full golden armour happened to trot by. “Is that breakfast?”

“Yes!” ‘Bedpan’ squeaked, “Yes, yes it is, I don't suppose you could point me in the direction of the barracks, could you?”

“Hurry it up then, I'm hungry!” the guard grinned broadly, staring at the delicious smelling food rather than how ‘uniquely’ the earth pony was dressed.

Not quite under her breath, Chrysalis muttered, “I guess I'll follow you then,” and then she trotted off after the stallion, hurrying to keep up with him. Unfortunately, due to the speed she was going, her hefty teats popped out of the skimpy dress, although she didn't notice.

Chrysalis was led straight to the barracks dining hall, and as soon as she entered the large packed out room, she was greeted with a tumultuous round of cat calls and whistles from stallions and mares, until they saw that she was carrying food. Then their priorities changed in a heartbeat. It was all rather orderly as they emptied the food cart, if a rampaging herd of ravenous scavengers could be called orderly.

“I'll share with you if you sit in my lap, sweetheart,” one of the guard stallions leered at ‘Bedpan’.

“I'm more likely to poke her in my lap than yours,” a mare called out, garnering lots of laughter from the other guards.

The laughter carried on until a rather official looking guard, a large deep blue coloured unicorn whose stripes declared to all that he was a lieutenant, stood up. “Job done, maid,” he said in a voice as low as he was large, “Now get on out of here.”

“S-Sir, y-yes sir!” Chrysalis squeaked and, with cheeks blushing bright red, because she could taste the rampant lust in the barracks, took the cart in her hooves and performed a quick one eighty out of the barracks, her large teats swaying with each hurried step she took.

What Chrysalis swiftly came to realise was, she liked it. The attention she had just received, the free fast food, had made her feel good, made her feel wanted. Smirking to herself, she surreptitiously made her teats even bigger than they already were. If they wanted to look, she’d give them something to look at.

“Oh good you're back…” Ms. Spatula paused the moment she walked around the serving counter; her eyes wide as dinner plates when she got a good look at ‘Bedpan’. “Good gracious, dear, are you pregnant?”

“No ma'am,” ‘Bedpan’ parked the food cart and tried to rack her brain hard. The data file hadn’t mentioned anything about her disguise being pregnant, “Um, not the last time I checked.”

“Your teats look more like grapefruits than lemons!” Ms. Spatula openly admired the earth pony’s assets, “I'm sure the soldiers didn't mind though,” she added with a laugh, “Okay, go to the line and get a meal. After that you’re with...Water Drop!”

As a pale blue pegasus mare – presumably Water Drop - waved enthusiastically at the sound of her name, ‘Bedpan’ looked down and even she was surprised at how big her set had become. Her blushed deepened, realising that maybe she had made them too big. “Ha...ha ha,” she laughed awkwardly, “I guess the dress didn't stand a chance against these!”

With that, she walked over to the serving line to get some food and, once she had perused what she assumed were standard breakfast items, she made her choice. “Hello,” she greeted the pegasus with a smile, “Water Drop. I um...I'll have the...” she looked again at the food, and eventually she pointed to the pancakes, “A stack of those, please.”

“Sure thing, Bedpan, eat up and relax,” the pegasus served up a large stack of the pancakes and added a liberal amount of blueberries and chocolate sauce, “Clean up starts at eight thirty, and we have an hour and a half till the lunch line starts to get ready.”

“Hmhmm…” ‘Bedpan’ took her plate over to an unoccupied table and she sat, happy by herself, poking at the pancakes with a hoof, sniffing them and, when she was sure they weren’t going to attack, she lowered her head to take a small bite. “Oh...ooh mother these are nice!”

A few moments later and Princess Luna wandered into the cafeteria and to the line, “Inspection time, Water Drop! I'll have one of everything please.” Water Drop was used by now to the Princess’s ‘surprise’ inspections and she quickly loaded up her plate. Once she had her food, Luna sat herself down at Chrysalis’s table. “I'm surprised to see you here.”

“Princess Luna!” ‘Bedpan’ bowed her head respectfully to the dark blue alicorn, “I am sampling these,” she pointed to the pancakes on her plate, “They are not unpleasant.”

“I'm checking for quality,” Luna leant in conspiratorially, “Eating in the royal dining room guarantees quality. Eating here ensures the rest of the staff are also treated well,” smiling, Luna only took small samples from the food items on her plate.

“As you say,” ‘Bedpan’ took another sniff at the pancakes and she took another small mouthful, chewing it slowly like actual solid food was a new thing, which of course it was. “Do you um...you eat this often?”

“Here?” Luna asked as she swallowed her latest morsel, “Very random, but at least once in the month.” She then looked over the earth pony mare and she liked what she saw, “I see Tia has you dressed the part, but I don't remember Bedpan's teats being that big. Still, it’s a good look. Not sure if Tia will notice, but I did!”

The Princess’s salacious wink was not lost on Chrysalis. As a result, she produced a new and very deep red blush. “I went on the images that were supplied to me,” she glanced down, and she saw that yet again those teats had popped out of the maid’s dress. Blushing bright red, she put them away again, a gesture she realised was utterly futile. “You noticed?”

As she watched ‘Bedpan’ poke at her pancakes, Luna smiled and admired the maid’s pancakes. “I have an eye for that sort of thing.”

“May I ask,” started ‘Bedpan’, changing the topic rather skillfully, she thought, “What do you do with the food once you've chewed it?”

Luna blinked several times; sure she was being pranked. But, she saw no such thing in the look she was getting from the mare by her side, “Do you drink anything?”

“Oh yes, water, and a creature’s essences, if they are distilled into special containers.”

“There’s your answer then. You swallow it.”

“Oh!” ‘Bedpan’ wanted to facehoof right there. She felt so ridiculous! “Right, I see, it goes where the water goes.” She swallowed a mouthful of her food and went in for another bite. “May I ask a second question?”

Luna responded automatically, “You poop it out.”

“That was not going to be the question!”

Luna’s bright laughter resounded around the cafeteria, “Oh, well, go ahead and ask then.”

“You do not seem as hostile towards me as um, a certain pony is. Why?” As soon as the disguised changeling had asked that, she figured she had said something wrong, at least judging by the way Luna was staring at her in complete utter silence. After a few moments, she flinched and looked away, “I’m sorry, that was impertinent of me.”

The alicorn just smiled and held her scrutinous gaze on the earth pony. “I wasn't here to kill you the first time,” she said like she was discussing the weather, “And I don't have the desire to do it now. Royal Ribbon came to me with this plan months after your invasion. I didn't think anything of it as Twilight said you'd only have six months to live after the failure. You surprised us, and if you have that much will to live, then you can live with my sister.”

The Princess’s somewhat cold and clinical explanation left Chrysalis reeling. “Life finds a way; I believe the saying goes. Twilight is not wrong. By rights we should have expired by now, but we...I...did not.” As she thought about it, another thought crept into her head, “If this body turns your eye, might I ask what turns your sister's?” It might help her stay be a little easier, if she knew that.

Leaning in close to ‘Bedpan’, Luna covered her mouth with a hoof, “That would be cheating. Maybe she will let you know, or you may find out by accident. I'm done here. I still have a meal to eat with my sister. Do you want what’s left, or do I return it?”

Having become enamored of the solid food that these ponies ate, Chrysalis made her choice. “I’ll have it, thank you. I only ask because your sister is an exceptionally fine mare, with curves that others simply cannot hope to possess. She has occupied my dreams rather a lot, of late…” Luna found she had nothing to say to that. Getting up, she left the tray and trotted off, though she did stop at Ms. Spatula’s station and, after talking for a short while, the earth pony mare was left glowing from praise.

“Who am I kidding?” Chrysalis muttered as she ate the food that Luna had left her, “I have more chance with the sun itself than with her…”

~ ~ ~

At the end of an exceptionally long day in her court, Princess Celestia trudged her way slowly into her private chambers like the weight of Equestria was dragging her down, so slow and laboured was each step. What she saw when she entered her chambers immediately perked her up. ‘Bedpan’ busy dusting away was always a welcome sight, “I can tell you're not working very hard,” she said with a smile in her voice.

Wearing her black skimpy maid’s dress, and facing away from the door, ‘Bedpan’ decided to be naughty. While she held the feather duster in her mouth, the pastel green earth pony mare lowered herself to dust down low on the bookcase, lifting up her tail to show herself off to her Mistress.

After taking a long, long moment to admire the view of her maid’s white panties stretched over her wide round ass, panties that were perfectly molded to her puffy mound, and her large teats, Celestia walked up behind her. “You prove my point,” she said before thrusting a golden shod hoof between her maid’s hind legs. “If you were working hard, this would be wet, and dust would have stuck to these panties!” she rubbed her hoof hard over ‘Bedpan’s’ labia, “I'm most disappointed.”

“I-I'm s-sorry, your highness!” ‘Bedpan’ moaned and automatically she ground her crotch back into Celestia's hoof, dropping the feather duster in the process and letting out a very lewd moan as her panties dampened.

Smirking, the Princess pulled back the hoof she had been teasing her maid with and without warning, she applied two strong strikes to each of the earth pony’s ass cheeks, “Do not drop delicate equipment!”

“Aaaaaaah!” ‘Bedpan’ squealed, and much to her shame she felt the gusset of her panties get even wetter as her large ass showed the evidence of those two strikes in the form of hoof shaped welts, “I'm sorry!” she squeaked, and she hurriedly picked up the duster in her mouth.

Quickly, Celestia ducked down and she thrust her long horn between the earth pony’s spread open legs and used it to swat each heavy hanging teat. Before her maid could react, the alicorn pulled back. “Those seem to be filling up nicely,” she assessed those magnificent mounds, the impact of her horn making them drip milk.

“MmmmMPH Hhhhhmph!” ‘Bedpan’ mumbled around the handle of the duster she held in her mouth, and she responded in the only way she knew how, she spread her hind legs as wide as she could as her nipples and pussy all dripped like running faucets, readily showing of her arousal.

Behind her, Celestia followed up with two rapid spanks of her hoof to the earth pony’s ass, leaving behind two more red welts, “You are not dusting!”

“Aaaannmppph!” ‘Bedpan’ drooled around the handle in her mouth as she screamed and, trying to ignore the intense pain that was blossoming over her behind, she moved her head along the already perfectly clean lower bookshelf, her juices starting to pool on the floor under her spread open legs.

Watching her maid work, Celestia was pleased to see that those white panties were now so wet they were translucent. Just to make sure she was working hard, the alicorn applied two more smacks, this time targeting the thick flesh of her upper thighs, “Your tail is dropping!”

“Aaaah'm ooowwy!” ‘Bedpan’ cried, and even though she was sure her tail was doing no such thing, she flexed the muscles of her dock and hiked up her tail even further until it was practically laid over her back.

Watching the pastel green ass turn a darkening shade of red, and knowing it was she who had made it so, made Celestia start to drip her arousal onto the marble floor. Punishing her maid always made her so hot! Her smirk widened as she took a tissue in her magic, levitated it to a spot that had been dusted, right next to the earth pony’s head, and she incinerated it to ash. Then, she delivered two more smacks to each butt cheek. “You missed a spot.”

There was no way the poor maid missed the magic trickery, but before she could protest how unfair that was, her hind legs buckled under the harsh spanks, leaving her quivering on her knees, inner thighs glistening wet with her pussy juices. “Y-Yo-Your highness...” she whimpered on the floor, “Th-that's cheating!”

“Really, well,” there was a wide smile present in Celestia’s voice, “If you're going to be like that, I can just leave…”

“N-No please!” ‘Bedpan’ pleaded like she had just been told she would never have cake ever again. Once more, she had the feather duster in her mouth and she hastily started to dust the bit her Mistress had just dirtied.

“That's a good girl,” Celestia felt herself getting more and more aroused by the second, “Very good girl,” she then used her horn to run along one of her maid’s inner thighs and up under the panties just below the earth pony’s dock. Lifting her head up, Celestia watched those sodden panties go straight up the middle of her dripping slit. Then, after moments of holding it, she released the wedgie and watched the elastic snap back against her ass.

“MMmmMMMMM!” moaning like she was in heat, ‘Bedpan’ felt her pussy juices dripping all over her Mistress’s horn. This time, when the wedgie was released, it was her front legs that buckled, leaving her head on the floor.

“My, my,” Celestia couldn’t keep the condescending tone from her voice, not that she tried, “Such an ass in the air mare you are...” smirking, the alicorn used her horn to press the panties into the whimpering mare’s needy slit.

The effect of that was immediate. ‘Bedpan’ let the feather duster slip from her mouth, “Pl-Please highness...I need you in me please! I've been a good maid all day, please!”

“Have you now?” as she looked at the dripping wet mess that her maid had been reduced to, the playful tone left the Princess’s voice, replaced by a stern dominant one. She supposed she had teased her enough. “Middle of the bed, on your back now!”

“Yes your highness!” as quickly as she could, ‘Bedpan’ scampered over to the bed, clambered up and then she was on her back. Her massive teats had again burst from the flimsy little dress and she pointed her four legs to the corners of the bed.

Like a hunter stalking her prey, Celestia slithered onto the bed, crawling up and over her poor maid’s hind legs. Her powerful forelegs spread the earth pony’s hind legs even wider apart and, as her magic bound the mare to the bed, she lowered her head. “Now to sample your juice!”

“AAaaaAAAH yeeeeesssss!” as Celestia started suckling on a teat, ‘Bedpan’ arched her back, milk leaking freely from her heavy swollen nipple. In no time at all, the Princess savaged both teats until she had drunk her fill. Underneath her, thanks to her relentless assault, the earth pony was reduced to a moaning, mewling mess. “Pl-Please y-your highness, I need to cum, please!”

Sliding down the writhing mare’s body, Celestia used her teeth to rip off ‘Bedpan's already ruined panties. “That’s coming out of your paycheck…” she growled as she threw the garment onto the floor before diving into her maid’s furiously winking pussy muzzle first.

“Wh-What paaaAAAAAYCHECK!?” ‘Bedpan’ screamed aloud as she felt her Mistress’s muzzle touch her hot marehood. Instead of ripping an orgasm from her though, Celestia teased her sopping snatch with careful, skilled motions. A lick here, a nibble there. A well-placed slow breath with parted lips, her tongue dashing in a zigzag pattern across her glistening labia. A nudge of her nose against ‘Bedpan’s’ hood left it glistening and filling her senses with her aroma, just as it left the earth pony’s hooves wringing against the sheets in a rush of delight.

‘Bedpan’s’ blue eyes went crossed as she experienced the skilled, well-practiced tongue of her Princess against her puffy labia. She twirled and twisted her tongue, sent it darting back and forth across her glistening entrance, and all the while nuzzled her nose against her hood in a gentle search for her clitoris. Smirking at a job well done, Celestia chuckled against her sub’s pussy, purposely using the vibrations it caused to send her squirming all the more.

With her tongue weaving deftly back and forth across those rapidly glistening folds and with her nose nestled deep to her hood, Celestia decided it was enough teasing – if her mare’s pleading whimpers were anything to go by – and she switched from her tongue moving across her entrance to focus instead upon her clit, and since she was bound securely to the bed, Celestia moved her hooves upwards so she could grope her pony’s massive dripping teats. When she squeezed those huge mounds with a possessive, hungry grip, ‘Bedpan’ practically convulsed right on the spot, her blue eyes crossing and a long, lusty moan escaping her throat.

Celestia’s skilful tongue continued, drawing in the intense, glorious flavour of the earth pony’s marehood. The Princess slurped, kissed, nudged, and outright worshipped her mare’s pussy with everything she had. She deserved nothing less. ‘Bedpan’ was squirming by that point, her snatch soaked from her own excitement and her Mistress’s wet tongue, her cheeks taking on a tremendous blush as she crept closer and closer to the brink of her pleasure.

“Buck, buck, buck...yessssss, right there! Mmmmistressss!” the earth pony’s voice was so loud that she was easily broadcasting to the whole royal palace what they were doing and that she was reaching her peak. Her voice only went louder as Celestia tightened her grip on her heavy teats and shifted her tongue from her hood to her pussy, squeezing it in her muscular tunnel as deep as she could manage and dancing around her walls.

With her white nose buried against her pet’s hood, Celestia sent her tantalizing breaths of wet, hot air and with her tongue working so rapidly that the sounds of greedy slurping filled the air as an undercurrent to ‘Bedpan’s’ lewd moans, it was only a matter of time before the wet sweaty mare reached a fevered climax. “I’m...I’m going to…aaaAAAAAH I’m g-gon-gonna cuuuuuuuuuum!”

Moments later, and Chrysalis sat bolt upright in her bed in the darkness of her room. “Wow…” she gasped, images of her very vivid dream still in her mind. Then, two things hit her. One, the bed was wet, and she had woken up in a puddle, again, and two, her room was reeking of her arousal. “Oh...oh wow…”

“Oh...” that seemed to be all she could say as she slipped from the drenched bedsheets onto shaking hooves. Now she was out of bed, cold air hit her exposed nethers and that just made her wetter than she already was. Flicking on her light, she saw how large the wet patch was on the sheets. “Buck, that was...intense…”

Making sure she was fully transformed, Chrysalis pushed open her door, and she was greeted by a guard she didn’t recognize. “What do you require, Bedpan?” he asked in an even tone.

“Ah...I need Ms. Bluegrass, if she is available, and um...” the pastel green earth pony blushed deep red when the smell in her room seeped out, “A change of bedsheets. Again.”

“Ring the night staff for that,” the guard didn’t even try to not chuckle at the poor mare’s predicament, “I'll have somepony check on Ms. Bluegrass.”

“Thank you,” Chrysalis quickly closed her door, “I can't believe I did it again...” she muttered to herself as she walked over to the intercom on the wall and called the staff, “Hello, this is Bedpan, could I trouble you for some more clean bedsheets, please?”

“Be about five minutes, please have the soiled bedsheets ready for pick up.”

“Thank you,” as Chrysalis hung up, she thanked the mare on the other end for not pointing out that she had supplied her with fresh sheets every morning for the past two weeks. Working quickly, she pulled the soiled sheets off the bed and at least folded them up to make it seem a bit presentable. “It's getting to be every night...” fortunately, in just under five minutes, there came a knock on the door.

A last check to make sure she was disguised, Chrysalis opened her door and she had her laundry ready, along with a suitably deep contrite blush. A night maid and Bluegrass both stood there, both with wide knowing grins on their faces. “I can't come in so here is your fresh sheets,” the maid made the swap, and trotted off, only laughing when she was around the corner.

“I could have brought them,” Bluegrass beamed, “But that would’ve left you with dirty ones. May I come in?”

“Please do, Bluegrass!” Chrysalis dumped her sheets on the bed with a deep sigh. Pulling her into a tight hug, Bluegrass sat on the floor and when she ran a hoof tenderly through that curly brown mane, she felt the mare relax beside her. For a few moments, the disguised Chrysalis was content to just be held in the mare's legs. “It happened again…”

Bluegrass didn’t need to be told; a sniff told her it had happened again. “Do the dreams give you relief or just make you more pent up?”

“Relief, at first,” Chrysalis admitted, leaning her head on the mare’s shoulder, “But then when I wake up, I'm pent up and frustrated, because she can't bear to even look at me!”

“Is it worth it for what’s happening with your people?”

“Yes, it's worth it. Of course it’s worth it,” Chrysalis sighed, “I can take the way she treats me because of the success of the program.”

“Keep doing what you're doing then,” Bluegrass advised as her hoof stroked the sweaty mare’s neck down to her shoulder, “And maybe you'll wear her down. Do you need some cuddling, while I’m here?”

“Cuddling would be nice,” Chrysalis snuggled deep into Bluegrass’s side, imagining it was Celestia’s side she was using as a pillow, “I wouldn't say no to some mane pulling and spanking either, but cuddles will suffice for now.”

“Um, cuddles will have to suffice for now,” Bluegrass blushed, she had no intention of doing any of ‘that’ with the mare by her side.

Catching Bluegrass’s eye, Chrysalis just blushed harder until she resembled a tomato. “You don’t need to say it, I know I'm a kinky mare.” The changeling sighed deeply, “All I want is a tiny bit of love from her, just a bit…”

“I know you do,” Bluegrass held her close, “But you can have mine for now.”