We Are Each Other

Over the next two days, Celestia said nothing about the books she had lent Chrysalis. She did however find at least one thing wrong with her maid’s work, whether she did whatever it was on purpose or not, and that was all the excuse the Princess required to mercilessly spank Chrysalis for her ‘failure’.

On the third day, which was the same as the others, as a reward for taking her beating so well, Celestia gave Chrysalis out of castle privileges until sundown, her first in well over a week. The changeling spent a couple of hours in her room reading. She wanted to follow up on what she had learned, but she was unsure how to go about doing it.

At a loss for anything else to do, Chrysalis disguised herself as Bedpan and she decided some air would clear her mind. Out in the royal gardens, she heard the unmistakeable sound of a cello being played. Following the sound to its source, Chrysalis walked through the gardens, past the menagerie, where she found Octavia practising next to a couple of statues she didn’t recognise.

Quietly, Chrysalis stayed a respectful distance away until the grey earth pony mare had finished her work on her latest composition. “I seem to be missing three books,” Octavia said with a broad smile plastered all over her muzzle, “Know anything about that?”

“Please forgive the intrusion, Lady Octavia,” Chrysalis bowed her head as she stepped closer, and she picked up on the pleased happy emotions she was feeling, “I um, the Princess...Mistress...Celestia, lent me them to read up on.”

“So my wife told me,” Octavia smiled wider as she set aside her cello and placed it back in its case, “Questions?”

“I have many questions, Lady Octavia,” Chrysalis replied, “But hearing your wonderful music sent them fleeing from my mind.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Octavia smirked, “Do you drink coffee? I can have tea brought out if you’d prefer that instead.”

“I have developed quite the taste for coffee over the past several months,” Chrysalis commented as she watched the earth pony walk over to a small marble table she hadn’t noticed before, “Along with a few more of your customs.”

“Good,” Octavia just so happened to have a second mug on the marble table just in case she had a guest. She poured out the zebran coffee from a hot pot. “Do you take anything?” she asked, adding cream and sugar to hers.

“Just cream, if you please,” Chrysalis added the cream when it was offered, “Music is one of the things I have grown fond of. Especially the style you play.” It was a sorry admission, but things like music and art had been sorely lacking in her hive.

“Classical spans all generations,” Octavia explained, “Lulu likes the more modern stuff as it is utterly new to her.”

Chrysalis shuddered at the very thought. “I confess I am not a fan of that...noise.” she noted the earth pony giggled at that, and she pointed a hoof to the closed cello case, “The sounds you make from that instrument are sublime. We didn't exactly have music back in....my old home. Not music you'd recognise as such, anyway.”

“You had something, though,” Octavia countered before taking a long sip of her coffee, “Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes. Some nights I wrap myself in my duvet tight, it feels like a cocoon.”

“I can't imagine what it’s been like for you,” Octavia sympathised, “Many ponies lost everything too. One can only move forward or give up and die.” She went quiet after that, both mares seemingly happy to sit in silence and drink their coffees. “Where do you stand with Tia?” she asked eventually.

“We…are on better standing with each other now than we were at the start of the week. She no longer abuses me like she did before.”

“Does...” Octavia paused for a moment, unsure how to ask what she needed to, what Luna had tasked her with finding out, “Does she discipline you at all?”

Turning on the grass, the disguised Chrysalis lifted the short flimsy skirt of her maid’s dress and with a degree of pride, she showed of her tanned rear. “The first time was three days ago, then yesterday and again earlier today.”

“It's a start,” Octavia conceded, “So back to the beginning, did you have any questions about what you read? I'm guessing you focused on the Bottom book over the Top book.”

“I did, as you correctly guessed,” Chrysalis took a moment to enjoy her coffee and to gather her thoughts, “The first chapter was quite informative, though it left me puzzled.” At that, Octavia simply nodded and waved her hoof for her to continue, “You see, the book went to very great lengths to communicate the necessity and the importance of a thing called the 'safe word'. But, Celestia has not mentioned this to me as of yet.”

That worried Octavia to a very great degree, though she tried her best not to let it show. She was information gathering, after all. “Has she disciplined you to a point you want her to stop, or does she stop before you want her too?” she almost didn’t want to know the answer.

“She stops before I want her to,” Chrysalis replied, a note of sadness in her voice, “Despite our slender appearance, we are sturdy creatures. Just as the pain starts to become really pleasurable, she just stops, just like that.”

Slowly, so as not to arouse suspicion, Octavia let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding in. “She has judged your tolerance and erred on the safe side. She doesn't want you to have control yet. A dangerous game, as the sub is the one that is really in control of any session.”

“Yes, that's what I read, hence my confusion on the matter.”

“If she had asked you for your safe word on the first day,” Octavia started curiously, “What would you have done?”

“I confess, I wouldn't have known the significance of such a word.”

“Now you do, knowledge is power. What will you do when you have power over Tia?”

“I will trust her,” Chrysalis replied confidently as she downed what was left of her coffee. “I have already declared myself her slave, now I can be a slave worthy of her.”

Octavia had to really try to fight back the bile she felt in her craw, not at what the changeling had said, but the carefree manner in which she had said it. It upset her, and she knew Luna would want to hear of this. “I'm not Lulu's slave, I'm her pet. A step up from slave, a step down from sub. I'm comfortable with my position. Can you leave the castle grounds today?”

“I can,” Chrysalis replied, entirely missing the troubled expression on the earth pony’s face. “I have been allowed to go where I wish today, why do you ask?”

“Shopping! Wait here while I put my instrument away.” Leaving Chrysalis musing on the equine fascination and obsession with shopping, Octavia took her leave. Ostensibly she was taking her cello to be put away safely, while she was gone, she took the trouble to inform her wife of everything she had learned so far.

Fifteen minutes later, after having filled in Luna, Octavia returned wearing a light-yellow sun dress and a large matching hat. “You are fine dressed as you are. Come along then, to the shops!”

Completely without any shame at all, Chrysalis got up from the grass where she had been waiting and, still wearing the scandalously short maid’s dress, oblivious to the way it barely contained her teats, followed after her. “Come along to where? When I went out before, I got as far as the bookstore a few blocks away.”

“This shop we’re going to is in the middle commercial district,” Octavia explained as she led the way through the royal gardens and through the palace, “While many nobles do shop there, they don't want it too close to home. The prices are such that even the less fortunate can afford some items.”

“Ah. Lady Octavia,” Chrysalis spoke up while she was being led through the capital city. Ponies of both genders and of all ages stopped what they were doing to stare – not at the extremely famous cellist – at the earth pony in the small maid’s dress. “I may not know a great deal about shopping, but I know it requires currency. Currency I don't have…”

Octavia snorted and waved away her companion’s concerns about money more than once on their trek through the streets. Eventually, she led Chrysalis to a store with a garishly bright neon pink façade and above it, in large letters, was Mi Amore Cadenza! The Mi A and C letters were bright gaudy red, while the other letters were a darker red. “And here’s our MiAC store. Let's venture in to see what there is to see.”

When Octavia motioned with a hoof that Chrysalis should go in first, the disguised changeling backed away, fear on her face, “I cannot go in there! If she recognises me, I fear there will be a most unpleasant incident…”

“Who?” asked Octavia, confused.

“The Princess,” Chrysalis explained, “Mi Amore Cadenza, of course!”

Without warning, Octavia started giggling like a filly and she had to take a moment to get it under control before she could speak, “It is named after her because she is the Princess of Love. She has told me every item in the store has been tested by her. In!”

“Oh…” Chrysalis couldn’t stop herself from being bustled inside, “You mean she isn't actually in here?” smirking, Octavia decided to wait and see the changeling’s reaction to what she saw once she stepped inside before she answered. Her smirk went wider when she saw Chrysalis’s eyes go very, very wide as soon as she was inside and her head seemed like it was on a swivel, trying to look everywhere at once. “Sweet mother above...”

“There’s at least one of these in any town in Equestria larger than ten thousand,” Octavia explained nonchalantly, “And more in the larger cities like Manehatten. There’s actually two in Canterlot, but I like the customer service in this one.”

“Wow...” Chrysalis breathed in awe, “I've never seen anything like this in my life!” as she walked further into the store, she had to make a conscious effort to stop her head turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees. Even though she could do that, she was disguised. Then, she came face to face with a row of very anatomically correct vibrators and her jaw dropped. “Oh my!”

“I think they have every sapient species,” Octavia ran her hoof over the rows of fake penises, which went up in size from the small diamond dog and went up through griffon, hippogriff, pony, earth pony, dragon and finally the largest, minotaur and yak, “Except for changelings, that is.”

“I don't think you'd want...'that',” Chrysalis blushed, and ‘Bedpan’s’ pastel green cheeks turned a deep red, “Ovipositors aren't exactly pleasing to the eye. Not like these...” she ran her hoof over the phallic objects, particularly the large and thick earth pony ones.

“One looks for things to be used on you,” Octavia informed her, “As few subs are allowed to please themselves. Also, look for things that you think might please your Mistress.”

“She would stop me pleasuring myself? Mmmm, I do like the look of these devices,” Chrysalis finally pointed to a white earth pony vibrator that was marketed as being sixteen inches long and three inches wide, the medial ring adding another inch to the width.

“This section is for vaginal stimulation. Over there,” Octavia pointed to the next aisle over, “Is anal stimulation. Then there are the ones you wear as a mare to be a stallion for your sub, be it mare or stallion.”

“Do you think she would like one of each of those things?”

Octavia laughed lightly, “The real question is, do you want her to use any of them on you?”

“Oh yes!” Chrysalis was so excited that she danced in place on her four hooves, an act which made ‘Bedpan’s’ magnificently hefty teats pop free of her dress, “Very much I do!”

“The store doesn't allow you to test drive anything and sales are final,” then, Octavia leant in close to the other mare’s ear and whispered in her most sultry of voices, “Pick out one of each then that you want to have inserted into you by your Mistress…”

“Very well,” with that, and her mind made up, Chrysalis walked along the aisles and she selected the earth pony sizes for the vibrator, the butt plug and the strap on she chose, all of which were white. “You know her better than I, is there anything you think she'd like?”

“Yes, but first things first,” Octavia walked over to one of the outer walls, where there was a huge variety of different spanking instruments hanging on hooks ranging from crops, whips, paddles and things that looked like they belonged in a medieval dungeon. “I rather like the crop, and the waffle bat is okay. Lulu likes the cricket bat, and I do, sometimes, try to avoid that.” Octavia pointed down low, “Down there is the more 'hardcore' items that we don't play with. Bull whip, chain flogger, and for something a bit more serious there’s the tawse and the cat-n-nine tails.”

“Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming!” Chrysalis’s eyes were wider than usual, confronted with all the different implements in front of her, “I think the chain flogger might be a bit much even for me, but these, definitely!” she picked up the tawse and the cat, along with a crop and a paddle, all of which were white in colour.

“To each their own,” Octavia commented with a shrug of her shoulders, “Down this aisle are outfits. I do like a tight-laced corset. You should only buy an outfit if she tells you to get one, as she will buy outfits she wants to see you in.” With that, she led her to another section. “Accessories.”

Octavia stopped in front of the selection of collars, there were also jewellery, and add ons to some of the outfits. “Oooh!” Chrysalis saw the vast array of collars and immediately she was drawn to a nice white one, “I like that one.”

Smirking, Octavia reached up with a hoof and she pulled down her trademark bow tie to reveal the dark blue collar hiding underneath, “Yes, I think white would be a good choice for you.”

“As that one is a good choice for you,” Chrysalis returned the compliment to the dark blue collar, then she saw the nipple clamps, “What is the purpose of those?”

“First of all, you can't have that collar,” Octavia took it and she placed it back on the shelf. Then, she took another, identical, white one and she placed that in the basket. “Do you know why?”

At first, Chrysalis looked completely confused, “No...all I did was touch it,” she thought about that, and then it dropped, “Is that why?”

“Yes,” Octavia was pleased that her companion had figured it out so quickly, “That is in the BDSM and Bottom book. You may not touch your collar unless it’s on you. Now, you can get permission to do so. Lulu lets me remove and put on my collar as she was concerned about my performance. As you see my bow tie holder is wider than the collar.”

“I see. Thank you, for correcting my mistake, Lady Octavia.”

When she satisfied her lesson had been learned, Octavia pointed at the variety of clamps. So those go on your teats,” she then indicated the rest, “Those up there go on your ears. Over there are bridles and tail sleeves. A short leash can attach the sleeve to a bridle so your tail will stay up. The light chains can attach to the ear and nipple clamps and to other things. So that it’s painful to move.”

“Yes! Those,” Chrysalis squeaked, she needed those, “I would very much like those!” she quickly picked up one of each of the clamps, a bridle, a tail sleeve, and the chains. Pointedly she ignored a leash called ‘The Tartarus’ that had three prongs on the end that were designed to attach to her nipples and clitoris. Maybe next time.

“And here we have a variety of ropes. I would wait till your Mistress introduces those to you. Not something a bottom would buy.” When Chrysalis nodded in agreement, Octavia took her over to another part of the store. “This is the book section and the video section. They even have mood music CD's.”

Picking up one of the little thin square cases, Chrysalis studied it intently, “Really? There's music on these little things?” she didn’t see how there could be, where would the musicians go?

“Yes, instrumentals, nature sounds, while that one has city sounds. I guess if you're out camping it lets you feel like you're back home.”

Chrysalis replaced the CD she had picked up, in favour of a nature themed one, labelled ‘Forest Sounds’. “I've never seen magic such as this.” There were other titles such as 'Surf', ‘Windy Day' and 'Songbirds'. “Yes, I think I like this one.”

Octavia then pointed to Fifty Shades of Hay, disgust on her muzzle, “Do not buy that book, unless you want to be very naughty. I don't know why Cadance lets them sell the thing in the store.”

“I ah, I know all about that,” Chrysalis shifted awkwardly on her hooves, for the memory of the beating she had received from Celestia using that book was still fresh in her mind. “Mistress caught me reading it. She let her displeasure be known.”

Octavia put a hoof over her mouth, though that did nothing to hide her giggles, “I'm sure she did. I think you have a good start. Now for me!” the grey earth pony declared, and she trotted back over to the paddle section and she selected a dark blue crop. “That should blend in nicely with my cutie mark,” she said as she placed it in the basket. “To the check out!”

“To the check out!” Chrysalis carried the basket and she walked with a bit of a spring in her step, imagining Celestia using all the different things on her back at the palace.

“Hello, Lady Octavia!” a chirpy young pale blue pegasus with a short white mane and tail greeted them with an easy relaxed smile, “I see you brought your maid shopping with you today.” She took a good long look at the maid’s gigantic teats that swung free of her dress.

“Good day, Dreamcicle,” Octavia greeted the pleasant young pony like she was greeting an old friend, “Somepony has to carry the basket. Put it on the counter, dear.”

Once the basket was on the counter, Dreamcicle started ringing up their purchases, a smile on her face, “White, are you sure you have the right one, Lady Octavia?”

Octavia leant conspiratorially over the counter and whispered in the pegasus’s ear, “I'm not the first line employer of my maid…”

At that, Dreamcicle's eyes went wide, “Oh!” was all she said to that and quickly she finished ringing things up, “That’ll be seven hundred and fifty bits with your discount.”

Nodding, Octavia took out her check book from a hidden pocket in her dress, “Please gift wrap the collar with your Celestial paper. The violet riding crop with your Lunar paper. The rest doesn't need wrapping.”

With well-practised hooves, Dreamcicle made quick work of the wrapping and she placed their purchases in a gaudy neon pink bag, a bag so pink it could be seen from space. “Thank you for shopping at MiAC. Have a pleasant and loving day!”

Outside the shop, Octavia paused on the sidewalk to adjust her wide brimmed hat, “Do you like donuts?”

“I do actually,” Chrysalis replied and, on cue, her belly rumbled so loud it drew the attention of two passing pretender ponies who shoved their noses so high into the air they couldn’t possibly see where they were walking, “I really like the ones with chocolate on top.”

Utterly ignoring the ponies like they didn’t exist, Octavia raised a forehoof, “To Donut Joes!” she declared like she was announcing a war cry, “You can carry the bag.”

“Yes ma'am, I have the bag!” Chrysalis giggled at Octavia's heroic pose and she walked by the cellist’s side through the busy streets. “Pardon me,” she spoke up after a few moments of silence, “But I have no way to repay you for the things you bought, Lady Octavia.”

“That’s not a problem,” Octavia replied with a smile and an affectionate nuzzle, “Are you saving up for something else?”

Not for the first time that day, Chrysalis blushed a very deep red, “No...I um...I mean, I don't have any currency to repay you with…”

“Oh, well,” Octavia caught sight of the earth pony scuffing her hoof on the pavement with a look on her face like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her, “If you spent it all that isn't a problem either, but you really should look at doing a better budget.”

“Stop, please!” finally frustrated beyond her limit, Chrysalis stomped her hoof, and, under Octavia’s surprised gaze, she did a rather nervous four hooved dance, “I mean to say, I don't have any currency, because I haven't been given any! I wouldn't know where to get any!”

Not expecting that, Octavia blinked once then twice, “Okay…that calls for donuts and coffee, and then I will help you sort that out. All staff get a paycheck, or at least they should.”

“I-I'm not staff though, am I?” ashamed, Chrysalis rubbed her forehoof on her other foreleg and her ears slicked back as far as they would go. “I'm just there for her to play with, aren’t I?”

“Hmmm, I can't really say. I thought you were Tia's chambermaid?”

“Oh come on,” Chrysalis flopped onto her ass on the pavement, a look of utter despondency on her face, “You must know what's been happening, I'm not a maid, I'm her plaything!”

“Plaything, or whipping post?”

“Whipping post, not that I don't deserve it, I'll be the first to admit that, but...I tolerated it.”

“Why did she give you those books?” asked Octavia, who was saddened to see their happy shopping trip going so wrong so quickly, “Why were you excited about what you saw on our shopping trip?”

“Because I hope that at last the situation between us has changed…”

“That is a good hope to have,” Octavia lifted up Chrysalis’s lowered face so that they were looking at each other and then she placed that hoof on the disguised mare’s chest, right on her heart, “What is it you want out of this?”

“To have a purpose, a role to play, to be needed,” she smiled and sniffed back a tear, “I dunno, to be loved, and not just to be fed, or used.”

Giving her companion a nuzzle, Octavia continued on the walk to the donut shop. “I fear you have an uphill battle then with Tia, but it may well be a battle worth fighting for. Compare your first week to this last week. Do you think there has been progress?”

“Oh yes,” Chrysalis admitted, the ghost of a smile playing across her face, “That first week she could barely look at me. Today, when I was summoned to her room, she said 'please'.”

“Tia said she would quiz you?”

“Yes, she... I mean, Mistress, said she would quiz me at the end of next week.”

Octavia giggled, “Nice correction there. One day at a time is the best you can do. But for now, we will commiserate over donuts and coffee. It’s way too early in the day to use a tub of ice cream.”

“There is a time of day to eat ice cream?” Chrysalis asked genuinely as she followed Octavia into the donut shop. She hadn’t even realised they were at the shop, but she knew she was when she was inside, because she was assaulted by a flood of sweet smells and happy feels.

~ ~ ~

Three days after her shopping trip with Octavia, and Celestia had finally requested her presence again in her quarters. She had used all of her new white toys in the meantime, each time imagining it was the Princess using her like some lewd toy. All of them, that is, except the collar, which remained in the wrapping.

When ‘Bedpan’ walked into her Mistress’s room, she saw Celestia seated on the balcony having her morning tea and tea cakes. The bed was of course unmade, but the rest of the room was in good order. Two additions to the room was a low table and seating pad near her desk. “Did you finish your reading assignments?” asked Celestia, pointedly not bothering to look at her ‘maid’.

“Yes Mistress, I did,” Chrysalis set the MiAC bag she had been carrying the books in down on the floor by the low table and she placed the books on it.

At last, Celestia turned to look, “When did you get that bag?”

“Three days ago, Mistress,” Chrysalis replied quickly, adding a little polite bow for good measure, “Lady Octavia was kind enough to take me shopping.”

Paying that no mind whatsoever, Celestia launched straight into her quizzing, “What is the difference between a slave, a pet and a submissive?”

She knew this one! Octavia herself had told her this on their shopping trip. “A pet is a step up from a slave, a sub is a step up from a pet, Mistress.”

“Close, one exists at its master's whims, one plays at its master's desires, one joins in its master's fantasies. You said you'd be my slave, is that what you really want?”

Chrysalis was quick to nod her head, “Yes Mistress, that is what I want.”

“Have you no self-worth?” Celestia sighed and turned away from the pastel green earth pony kneeling at the table before her, “A slave is an object. If broken, it is discarded and replaced. I have no need of slaves. Too bad I got rid of Sombra, he needed slaves.”

Chrysalis didn’t know what made her do it, but in a flash of temper and a brighter flash of those green magical flames, Bedpan was gone, and she was stood in her true form, the maid’s dress having fallen to the floor in the transformation. “No, I have no self-worth!” she screamed into the alicorn’s face, not caring of the consequences, “For the first time in five hundred years I'm not doing the thing I was created for! For the first time, I have no purpose. I would dearly love to be your submissive, to join you in your fantasies, but…”

With the glint of a smile on her face, Celestia effortlessly interrupted the changeling’s tirade, “So you can fight back. Enough of that form, back to Bedpan.” Once more there was the bright flash of magical flames and Chrysalis was gone, in her place was Bedpan, though her already large teats were a few sizes bigger. “Now, empty the bag on the table by my desk.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” though she could have sworn the bag was empty, when she picked it up in her hooves, it was full of the MiAC things that had been in her room. She could only assume, as she emptied the bag out on the table, that Celestia had summoned them while she had been transforming. When they were out, she took the time to arrange the items by size rather than leaving them in a jumbled heap.

While Chrysalis was doing that, Celestia levitated the Celestial wrapped item to herself and she opened it, holding up and admiring the collar in the light. “Have you touched this?”

“No Mistress,” Chrysalis answered truthfully, “Lady Octavia advised me not to when she replaced the one I originally picked up with that one.”

“Submissives should look out for each other,” Celestia commented as she approached the transformed Chrysalis with the new collar held in her magic, but when she was closer, she took it in her hooves to fasten it around Chrysalis's neck. “You may not remove that, and it will always be worn no matter what form you might take.”

“Thank you Mistress, and I understand,” Chrysalis beamed and as Celestia returned to her balcony table, she sat on the seating pad on the floor, a wide smile on her face.

“What is to be your safe word?”

“Lime, Mistress.”

Without bothering to ask why she had chosen that as her safe word, not that she cared, Celestia nodded. “Make the bed.”

“Yes Mistress,” obediently, Chrysalis got up from the seating pad and she walked over to the large bed, purposefully angling her rear end at the Princess as she worked to straighten out the rumpled sheets. Seeing as she had no actual work, Celestia did admire the view. “Enjoying the show, Mistress?” she asked, purposefully keeping her tail up high to really show herself off.

“More working,” Celestia commented curtly, “Less speaking.” With her back to her Mistress, Chrysalis smirked to herself and she draped herself over the bed to reach the far end. While she did enjoy the show, the Princess was ready to intervene if she thought her plaything was dawdling.

“To the corner,” Celestia ordered once Chrysalis had announced she was finished. She had a hoof pointed at one corner of the room, the furthest away from the bed. As Chrysalis walked obediently to the corner and pressed her nose into it, her rear facing into the room, Celestia inspected her bed.

After a few moments, the alicorn’s smile grew wide, for in her eagerness to show off for her, one of the corners wasn't as neat as it could be. “I see you brought me four instruments of correction,” Celestia’s dark smile could have granted ponies nightmares.

“Return to the bed, drape yourself over it, hind hooves on the floor.” Celestia ordered simply and, when Chrysalis turned away from the corner, she saw the clamps, the chains and the tail sleeve were all held aloft in the alicorn’s powerful magic.

Chrysalis had to try extremely hard to restrain herself from scampering over the bedroom. Instead, she walked over as calmly as she could and she leant over the foot of the bed, her ass and her tail up high. Using her magic, Celestia wrapped the tail sleeve around ‘Bedpan’s’ brown tail and then she applied the clamps to the mare’s ears and, to complete it, she secured the chain from the tail sleeve to each ear, making it short enough to pull Chrysalis's head back.

“Now,” Celestia took a moment to fully admire the unfettered view of her maid’s wet marehood and her teats, “That does clear the target area.” she said as she took up the cat in her magic, “If I were to let you choose your instrument of correction, which would you choose?”

“Hnnnng...th-the tawse, Mistress,” Chrysalis wiggles her ass just a little, as if she were inviting the punishment and straightaway she felt the sharp tug of the clamps on her ears.

“You fail, my pet,” Celestia said almost emotionlessly and she swung the cat with unerring accuracy. The multiple strands came down at an angle, starting just behind the toilet cutie mark and along the mare’s ample buttocks. A few of the strands even reached between her thighs and reached her folds. Before she could react to that, Celestia swung the cat again, aiming at the opposite cutie mark. While Chrysalis was screaming from the intense pain, Celestia started to swing the cat just below and in front of the toilet cutie mark.

Her pet’s agonised screams were music to Celestia’s ears and finally, now she was causing pain to her old enemy, she felt herself getting very wet between her own hind legs as she wrapped the strands down on the mare’s abdomen and across her mammoth teats.

This, Celestia repeated on the other side, loving the way the cat left thin red lines in its wake on the pastel green fur. “You would have to had to have made a far greater mistake to warrant the tawse, but I'll keep it in mind for other infractions.” Celestia said as she delivered four more strokes of the cat. “Now you say, 'I welcome my correction'.”

“Aaah aaAAAH ooow!” Chrysalis danced on her hind hooves after the sixth strike, her pussy was swollen with arousal and her juices were leaking down her thighs, “Thank you Mistress! I welcome my correction, Mistress!”

Smirking behind her, Celestia applied four more deadly accurate strokes of the cat, “Now say it with feeling.”

“Gaaah oooOOOW!” Chrysalis hollered loudly, with tears at her eyes as she pulled hard on the clips on her ears in her agonised thrashing about, “I welcome my correction, Mistress!”

After that, another eight blows followed, each one making Chrysalis scream in pain, plead for it to stop and then beg for more. It was only when the punishment was getting so severe that the mare was flickering between Bedpan and Chrysalis’s actual form, that Celestia relented and she placed the cat back on the table. “Off the bed and face the table.”

“Oh...ooooh w-wow...” Chrysalis whimpered. As she staggered off the bed, she had been unaware that she was losing her control over the transformation. She was though walking a little funny thanks to all the cat strikes and the smell of her arousal was spreading around the room as she faced the table.

While Chrysalis was walking slowly across the room, Celestia made a big show of making a remarkably close inspection of the equine dildo, the butt plug and the strap on. She looked, sniffed and she even gave them a sensual lick to see if they were clean. Chrysalis blushed hard, because she knew they were clean, even though they had all been used, with the exception of the strap on. After doing her inspection, in which she noted they were all modelled after earth ponies, Celestia said, “You have not failed in this duty Now fix the bed correctly.”

“Thank you Mistress,” Chrysalis responded, the mare breathing heavily from the cat treatment as she walked back to the bed. She didn’t play around this time, and she hurried to smooth the wrinkles out she had made from thrashing on the bed.

When she was finished, Celestia used her magic to remove the chains and the ear clamps. She transferred the clamps to ‘Bedpan's’ nipples, with a single looped chain between them. Because her teats were so big, the loop and the ends of the chain just touched the floor. “Ms. Spatula should have my brunch ready. You may also bring a meal for yourself.”

Chrysalis let out a whimper of frustration when Celestia returned to her balcony table, because she had been so close to reaching her climax with the cat, only for those feelings to be receding. “Y-Yes Mistress,” she didn't even mind she was still wearing the tail sleeve; she was too aroused to care.

It didn’t take long for Chrysalis to return with her Mistress’s brunch on a plate carried on her back, along with her own plate. She learned she had to walk on the tips of her hooves, or the chain attached to her nipples would drag on the floor and pull on them. It was deeply frustrating because while the pain was welcomed, it was nowhere near enough to get her off.

“Put mine on the desk,” Celestia ordered as Chrysalis entered her quarters, “You eat at the table.” When she walked over to the desk to place her Mistress’s plate of an omelette, toast, Prench toast, fruit and coffee, she noted that all of her items had been moved to one edge of the low table, away from the seating pad. Except for the vibrator, which was missing.

That little mystery was solved though when Celestia walked around Chrysalis to get to the desk. She moved her tail aside so that it was obvious where the missing vibrator was. “Ms. Spatula did another fine job preparing my meal,” the Princess said appreciatively as she sat down to eat. “You may eat.”

Despite having a bagel with cream cheese topped with smoked salmon, and a salad in front of her, Chrysalis just couldn’t take her eyes off of Celestia's vast behind and the dildo that was all the way inside her. She had to shake her head and force herself to stop drooling. “Ahem, thank you, Mistress,” she sat at the table and delicately plucked at a mouthful.

In stark contrast, Celestia ate the way she ate in private, which was to say, face first, with no utensils and she was wolfing the food down. Watching, Chrysalis found that extremely hot indeed. She continued to watch for a moment longer before doing similar and getting stuck in headfirst herself. Once she was finished with the meal, Celestia said, “Pet, I need a napkin, your tongue will do.”

“At once, Mistress!” Chrysalis got up and from her empty plate and she walked over to the balcony, where she was presented with Celestia's messy face. While Celestia kept her mouth closed, to prevent unwanted kisses, Chrysalis enthusiastically licked her clean. When she was done, she looked in the mirror to see if the job was done right.

“You may now clean yourself. After that, I want you to fetch some flowers from Meadow Flower's shop. It is near the royal opera house. She should have the order ready.”

As Chrysalis stuck out her tongue and cleaned her own face, all the time she was still thinking of the time spent licking her Mistress’s face clean. “Meadow Flower. Yes Mistress.”

If Chrysalis thought catching the chain on smooth marble was a hazard, it was nothing compared to the nightmare of Canterlot’s cobbled streets. Every other step the chain caught on a cobble stone. Every other step made her gasp out loud as pain shot through her huge teats.

Even walking on the tips of her hooves didn’t help that much, as Bedpan’s huge teats bobbed and swayed and still the chain caught on the uneven surface. Although, what made that tolerable was the abundance of whistles and catcalls from stallions and mares alike. She did her absolute best to get as many looks as possible on the way to the store. “Ms. Meadow Flower?” she asked as she entered.

“My,” Meadow Flower, a lavender coloured earth pony mare who was well into her late middle age, greeted her latest customer with an easy-going smile, “You're a cute one, how can I help you today?”

“Thank you!” ‘Bedpan’ returned the smile with one of her own, and a pose that revealed more of her already impressive cleavage, “I'm here to collect an order of flowers for Princess Celestia, ma’am.”

“Ah, you must be Bedpan. I’ve got them right here for you,” the earth pony pulled out a tray from under the counter that had five dozen roses, twelve each of red, pink, white, yellow, and orange. Meadow Flower balanced the tray on ‘Bedpan's’ back. “There you go, have a great day!”

“Thank you ma'am,” Chrysalis made sure, as she walked, to be as careful as she could. There was no way she was dropping any of the flowers, “A good day to you.”

When Chrysalis returned to Celestia’s quarters, the Princess used her magic to levitate the flowers from her back to various vases around the room. “So, Bedpan,” she said, a satisfied smile on her face, “Are you disappointed that you didn't need to use your safe word today?”

“No Mistress, I'm not disappointed at that, it was a pleasure to serve you.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow at that, but she didn't refute the statement. In truth, she was disappointed. She was sure the humiliation of having to walk through Canterlot with the clamps and the chains on would have broken Chrysalis. ‘Oh well…’ Celestia reflected as she placed the strap on and the butt plug into the bag and she put that on Chrysalis’s back, ‘I’ll just have to try harder next time!’ “You will display those in your room, but you will not use them in any way. You may however, dust them up to twice a day.”

“I understand, Mistress. May I speak freely before I go?”

“Choose your words wisely,” Celestia said as she narrowed her eyes, “Or I will alter what I plan to do next.”

“I really enjoyed the walk to Meadow Flower's shop,” Chrysalis admitted, “Having all that attention from the ponies in the street was exhilarating. I just...” she shuffled her hooves nervously, “Um...I wish you'd have ah, hit me a little harder?”

“Maybe when I believe you deserve such a reward. Fail badly and you may find just how devastating my wing tip is…” Celestia left that threat hanging in the air as she motioned for her to open her mouth. Once Chrysalis’s mouth was open wide, Celestia used her hoof to pull out the vibrator and she put it in the changeling's mouth. Just to the back of the mouth, she doesn't shove it down her throat. “Close. You may orally clean that as much as you feel it needs. You will bring it back tomorrow, clean. Turn around.”

“Mmm,” Chrysalis nodded, “Aaaahm Ithreeth…” she held the toy in her teeth and turned around, blushing hard when she realised she was tasting her Mistress’s pussy juices on her tongue.

When she was turned around, Celestia carefully removed the tail sleeve. Then, with a dark, wide smile, she reached between ‘Bedpan’s’ hind legs and, without warning, she forcibly yanked off the nipple clamps by the chain. “You are free to go.”

Unfortunately, Chrysalis didn’t hear that she was free to go. As soon as the nipple clamps were ripped from her teats, a massive spike of pain shot up her body. She was so surprised by the intensity of the jolt of pain, that she came, squirting on the floor behind her and she dropped the toy from her mouth.

Smirking, Celestia caught the vibrator in her magic before it hit the floor. “You are a naughty pony. Clean that mess with your tongue before I slip in it.”

“Y-Yes Mi-Mistress...” when Celestia stepped back to make room, Chrysalis lowered herself on shaking legs and she licked up the puddle of her juices from the floor. When she was done, the Princess again placed the vibrator in her mouth, and she waved for her to go.

“Aaaank ooou Ithreeth…” Chrysalis drooled a little as she 'spoke' and quickly, she left the room before she could mess up a second time, although there was a wide goofy smile plastered all over her face.

~ ~ ~

At the end of the day, the shift change dinner came around and, as was the norm in the evening, Luna was the first one in, just as Celestia was the first in for shift change breakfast. “Good evening to you Tia,” she greeted her sister and looked up from her pancakes and cream, “Did you enjoy your off day?”

“I did, thank you Lulu,” Celestia smiled broadly as she sat at the table, “It was most enjoyable.”

“Tavi told me she had a delightful day shopping with your chambermaid,” Luna started as Celestia’s evening meal was placed before her by the waiting staff, “She even got something for me. The crop very much matches the colour of her cutie mark.”

“Octavia is an instigating pony, Lu, as are you,” Celestia nodded in thanks to the waiter, “I had a delightful afternoon playing with the results of that shopping trip.”

Leaning over the table, Luna 'sort of' lowered her voice in a conspiratorial fashion, “Is it true your chambermaid walks around with cock in her mouth?”

“It is certainly true,” Celestia winked proudly, “I put it there.”

“Go you!” Luna cheered on her older sister.

“I decided to take your advice and ah, loosen up, as you so eloquently put it.”

“That’s good,” Luna said as she shovelled in a forkful of creamy pancakes and swallowed, “You'll live longer. On another completely different note. Tavi talked to Wisteria, who talked to Raven, who checked in with me, because it was your day off, and I sent her to Gotcha in Pony Relations since it wasn't in my jurisdiction. So, Gotcha says he has been putting Bedpan's salary in her account and even gave her the increase when she changed from scullery to chambermaid. And, you can guess where this is going…”

Celestia groaned and looked away from her grilled fish steaks and salad, “I know, I need to make her aware she has money, that she has earned for her work,” she looked sideways at Luna, “Please don't look at me in that tone of voice, Lu.”

“Actually, you don't have to. Good savings plan that. You should know that the crown is paying her though. In case you want to change that.”

“We have a word for unpaid indentured servitude, Lu,” Celestia replied with an extremely deep sigh, “And I told her earlier that I didn't want a slave.”

“I do believe we fought a slave holder in the past. Again, you don't have to tell her, you can wait to see if she is brave enough to ask. Tavi only said the staff get paid, and Bedpan isn't sure if she is staff or not.” Luna then reached her hoof out across the table to her sister, “I will not push you on this. I have been where you are now. I was rather ugly about it and you are doing much better than I. Stay true to yourself and know there are those that love you regardless of what you do.”

“Am I a bad pony, Luna?” Celestia looked down at her sisters hoof touching her own, “In four thousand years, I have never sought revenge, not against Sombra, or Discord, or Tirek, but Chrysalis...”

“If there is any one pony you need to talk to, it’s Twilight. The wound is still way too fresh for Cadance, but maybe Twilight can talk about it. She watched Chrysalis lay you low, steal her brother, impersonate Cadance, and her friends turn against her when she tried to intervene. Then the last part you know about. If you clear the air with Twilight, then maybe you can forgive yourself.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Celestia conceded her sister’s point, all the while wondering when she got so insightful. “All those other villains, it was never as personal as she made it. And yet, in spite of everything she did to Cadance, to Twilight, to me...she makes it awfully hard to hate her, Lu. These past eight months she has endured everything I've thrown at her. Lately, I wonder who the monster really is, or was...you know what I mean.”

“I do,” Luna nodded seriously, “As there is a monster in all of us. You have done well to keep it under control, but I fear that control is breaking. Maybe you need to let it out for a romp and let it peaceably return to where it rests. Just don't follow my path.”

Celestia shook her head vehemently, “I can't let Daybreaker return, Lu, not ever. I wonder what the ponies would say if they knew the truth, that I was scared to fight back against Chrysalis lest She take over again...” and yet, when she beat on Chrysalis, it gave the monster lurking inside her such a thrill, she wanted to experience it again.

And again…

“You cannot beat yourself up over something that didn't happen. Be real,” Luna squeezed her sister’s hoof as she spoke, “If you had used your full power then, the casualties would have been too high for you to bear. While many died that day, the city, and you, survived it.”

“I know, and I know you're right,” Celestia sighed, thoughts of beating Chrysalis until she was a bloody pulp flitting from her mind, “I would have destroyed half the city. I know. Knowing it doesn't make it hurt any less. I also know mother and father would be ashamed of the way I've acted towards her.”

“Mother, yes,” Luna shrugged, “Father? He had a more laissez-faire attitude.”

“Good point,” Celestia smiled softly, “I can still remember the feel of mother's hoof on my ass when I was younger. The way I've treated Chrys...she would have personally seen to it I didn't sit for a month.”

“Fear not, I'll not tell your former student that you are not practically perfect in every way,” Luna giggled brightly and finished her breakfast, “Now, I must be off to court. Seems my docket has increased.” She struck a most heroic pose, “Finally the ponies of Equestria realize I provide true justice!”

“Maybe they should know who it was who stole all the cookies from the kitchen jar on her midnight runs, and who constantly blamed her big sister for the theft?”

“Can't prove a thing!” Luna sang as she skipped happily out of their private dining room, “Laters!”

“Hmmmm...” Celestia mused to herself when she was left alone with her evening meal, “Perhaps I should go and see Twilight. What is there to lose at this point?”