Cleaned up, dye and paint washed off, and uniform and bits tucked away, Cadence says her temporary farewells to her new friends as they part ways until tomorrow morning for another six-hour shift. The princess can’t help but gleefully pull out her substantial bag of bits and feel her pride swelling up in her heart at the thought of her feat.

"A bursting bag of bits from only a few hours of work. I've got the whole rest of the day to myself, so what better way to spend it, than to..." A loud grumble cuts her off in the middle of her thought. She places a hoof on her stomach to feel it growling in hunger. "...get some food. I think I should head back to the castle to grab a bite."

Immediately, Cadence reignites the teleportation spell and disappears from the streets of Canterlot, reappearing in her bedroom in the blink of an eye. Everything is just as she had left it: bedsheets are strewed around and unmade, the food tray is still here for some reason, and some bits of pancake litter the floor. She would have expected one of the maids or at least her aunt to clean some of this up for her while she was out, but whatever.

She places her bag of bits safely in her nightstand and hides her bunny suit in the closet behind her fancy, poofy dresses where nopony could find it...hopefully. She levitates the sticky pancake bits from the floor and sheets onto the golden tray and picks them up to fix her bed.

Spic and span, just how she likes it.

She carries her trash-filled tray in a field of magic as she trots through the halls of the castle to the kitchen. It’s rather quiet for some reason. If she listens closely, she can hear only her hoofsteps and nopony else’s.

‘Strange. Normally this hall should have guards lining each doorway, spears at the ready. How come nopony’s guarding this hallway?’

Her questions are somewhat answered as, on her way to the kitchen, a familiar voice could be heard coming from a nearby room. The further she walks down the hall, the closer she is to realize the sounds are coming from her aunt's chambers. The door is slightly cracked ajar, allowing light and sound to easily slip out into the open.

“Mmm, yes, right there! Fuck, you’re amazing, General!”

Cadence stops in her tracks, nearly gasping aloud at what she has just heard. It’s almost understandable for Cadence to swear, but for Celestia, the immaculate goddess of the land, to swear out loud is almost heresy.

However, her tone and the way she used the word “fuck” are similar in nature to the way Cadence had used it at work.

'No way. Is she really—?'

To answer her own question, Cadence peeks through the crack to witness a shocking, yet appealing scene that almost makes her drop the tray and its contents.

Celestia lays on her bed with three Royal Guard stallions—two earth ponies and one unicorn—partaking in a steamy gangbang. One of them thrusts his thick shaft into her muzzle, gagging her, allowing only small fractions of air to enter and warm, breathy moans to leave. His balls drag across her face with every thrust as slimy saliva coats the rod, allowing easy passage through her throat. The blub of his penis forms a small bulge in her esophagus, not entirely choking her, but instead allowing her to show off her skills. Another stallion stands over her, penetrating her dripping snatch, while the last stallion lays beneath her, forcefully making his way through her tight plot. With each thrust, they service her by raising their princess to new heights of euphoria and pleasure.

Cadence's body feels hot again from this pornographic scene. Her loins tingle and become damp with her own secretions. A small drip from behind her drags her attention from the show to the floor beneath her. Vaginal fluid trickles down her hind legs and forms a slick pool at her hooves.

She shakes her head, trying to drag herself back into the real world and out of the erotic scene. ‘I think I’ve had my fill of sexual experiences for one day. I should probably tell her I’m back.’

She quietly moves a few doors back and clears her throat before calling out to the princess.

“...Aunty, I’m home! Are you here?”

She waits for a response, but Celestia doesn’t answer back, at least not to her.

“Oh, shit!” The princess can be heard struggling and rustling in her room, trying to fix herself up before her niece barges in. “Everypony shut up and stay hidden. Do not make a fucking sound.”

Hearing her aunt speak in a derogatory tone is strange, considering everypony reveres her as a righteous figure.

Suddenly, her tone becomes cheery and innocent once everything seems to be in order. “...In here, sweetie!”

Cadence walks over to her majesty’s chamber and opens the door a bit more to see her aunt laying in bed with a silky white blanket over her majestic form. She props her head up with a hoof as she smiles innocently at her niece. The young princess looks around the room for any conspicuous signs of her lustful deeds. The sheets are clean, objects are placed neatly, and no other signs of life seem to be present.

“I’m back from work, Aunty.” She tries her best not to sound suspicious, and hopefully, she doesn’t notice the shift in her tone.

Celestia climbs out of the bed and approaches her beloved niece with a gracious smile and open wings. But even from a few feet away, Cadence can sniff out her musk and filth. The princess envelops her in a loving embrace with her angelic wings, which Cadence can’t help but feel disgusted by.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re okay dear. How was your first day?" Celestia inquires.

"It was pretty—"

"Actually, we can talk about this over lunch! I invited a few guests to commemorate your first day in a job!"

“Uh, sure. I’m starving anyway.”

The princesses leave the bedroom and head on over to the kitchen for a lovely banquet to celebrate Cadence’s first job, although, in the young alicorn’s eyes, it’s not that big of a deal.

Meanwhile, the guards hiding behind the massive bed massage their thirsting erections in desperation. It’s a pain in the ass that they didn’t get to finish inside the princess, and even worse that they didn’t get to cum at all. They can only envision Celestia’s round, tight ass and wet, winking pussy as they stroke harder and faster, until finally ejecting thick streams of semen all over the pale yellow wall. They each grunt in unison as spurt after spurt of ejaculate create new layers of paint and a sticky mess on the floor. As the last few shots of fluid spill out of their tips, they pant for air, the cold atmosphere and the release of their aroused energy allow their throbbing shafts to recede back in their sheaths in satisfaction. The trio hoof-bump each other before they finally collapse in exhaustion.

The banquet hall is filled with food ranging from sweets for dessert to healthy foods. Everything one could desire is in this one room upon a massive marble table. Although the table is massive enough to seat at least three households, only the princesses and two selected high society ponies are the ones partaking in the meal. The guests sit on the length of one side while the princesses sit together on the other. The food is spaced apart perfectly in the middle so that both parties can view each other while they talk.

“So, young Cadence has found herself a job amongst her citizens?” Fancy Pants inquires as he takes a sip of tea. "That's a rather strange thing for royalty, considering where you live." He waves a hoof in circles, gesturing to the magnificent, rich castle.

Celestia takes a small sip of tea before retorting the noble's assumption. "It's not about the money, dear Fancy Pants. It's about what she learns while in the workplace. She can learn about dignity, integrity, and morals; things she'll need when she has her own kingdom to run."

Cadence peeks over at her aunt in the middle of sipping her tea as she compares what she had witnessed to the irony of her words. 'Like you're one to talk.'

Suddenly, the memory of her illicit act in the bar catches up to her, forming a chain of guilt around her neck. 'And I can't argue either.' To take her mind off of the mockery of this entire conversation, she dives into a freshly diced carrot, hopefully with nopony noticing her tension.

"Well, may I ask where exactly she works?" Fleur de Lis requests.

The formed bolus catches itself in Cadence’s throat, nearly choking her to death from the question. She knew it was coming, but for some reason, she still wasn’t prepared for it. All eyes shift to her in worry while a white wing rests upon her back, patting her to loosen the lodged object.

"Cadence, sweetie, are you alright?" Celestia asks.

'COUGH!' "Yeah, just went down—COUGH—the wrong pipe." She clears her throat a bit and the ball easily slides down her throat and into her belly.

She isn’t worried so much about death, but about what her acquaintances and aunt will say once they find out about where she really works.

"Sooo...what kind of business does young Cadence work for?" Fleur repeats.

"Oh, she works in a bar,” Celestia finally reveals.

The room goes dead silent. The only sounds are the clopping hooves of the Royal Guards marching through the halls, and that's only a few meters down the halls.

The nobles look at each other and back at the princesses with confusion.

“A-a bar?” Fancy Pants questions.

Celestia nods and looks to her niece with pride and adoration. “Yes, and although it isn’t really a place we are familiar with or even go near, Cadence has actually had some fun. Haven’t you sweetheart?”

The princess gives a shallow nod in concealed shame as she proceeds to take small bites of her carrots.

“Well, there’s no shame in where you work, unless it’s one of those...ugh...strip clubs,” Fancy Pants barfs.

The stallion shudders at even the mention of the phrase but Cadence feels a sense of shame, knowing the disapproval the nobles have with such a business.

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” Celestia objects. “Cadence is too modest to be working in such a disgusting environment.”

“I know, right?” Fleur adds. “The stench of musk and alcohol is absolutely atrocious. I don't know how those ponies are okay with showing off their bodies like sex objects.”

Cadence’s pink face suddenly turns a deep shade of red in embarrassment and anger, as these ponies are not only talking about the other workers but about her and her friends as well.

A nauseous feeling brews in her gut as if the small bundle of carrots she had eaten wants to regurgitate. “Uh, can we not talk about strip clubs and sex? It’s really making me lose my appetite.” She tries to maintain a kind smile, but the wave of guilt and embarrassment are crushing her.

The couple blushes in shame at their divergence in the conversation, but Fancy Pants delivers the apology. “Oh, forgive me, your highness. I did not mean to cross any boundaries.”

“It’s quite alright. Let’s just enjoy the meal, shall we?”

The table sits in silence for a while as everypony proceeds to finish their meals, grab seconds, and finish those too. Not a single word is exchanged between either party for a few minutes until Cadence breaks the silence as she sets down her fork and knife.

“Aunty, may I be excused?”

The monarch looks down at her niece with a worried look. “Why, whatever for, dear?”

“I suddenly lost my appetite from this conversation. I think I’ll go...take a quick nap.”

Without waiting for her aunt’s permission, Cadence wipes off her muzzle of food bits and trudges back to her room.

The halls are still quiet with only her hoofsteps echoing throughout the castle. The guards remain stone-still like statues with their eyes forward as the princess walks past them, not addressing her or bothering to ask her about her woes, even when it’s so visible.

Finally, she makes it back to her room and jumps face-first onto her bed with a loud pomf. A wave of guilt and shame sear her soul with unbearable pain. Hot tears stream down her face as she thinks about the words those ponies had said.

“I’m not a sex object...am I? I just...AAH!”

She slams her face into her pillow with tears staining the cover. Too many conflicting thoughts course through her mind, bringing in mostly negative views about her job choice.

If only she had somepony to cool down her burning humiliation. Somepony to talk to that could understand her troubles.

A sudden rhythmic knock at her door startles her from her thoughts. She wipes away her tears before she can permit the visitor to enter.

“Come in.”

The door slowly opens to reveal her aunt’s face peeking through the crack. She smiles at her niece but is disheartened when she doesn’t return one back.

“Cadence, are you okay?” the monarch asks.

The young princess looks away from her aunt with a flurry of emotions. She doesn’t know if she’s upset at the other ponies, ashamed of herself, or even mad that her aunt could say all of that while being a “sex object” herself.

The monarch sits on the small, pink bed and rests a warm wing over the young mare’s shoulders. Although it feels comfortable to have her feathers caressing her, no amount of comfort could possibly take away the cold feeling in her heart.

“Sweetie, if you’re upset about something, you can tell me.”

'Can I really?'

“Was this about the whole ‘sex object’ conversation? If you really feel this way about those ponies, then—“

“No, Aunty.”

Celestia raises an inquisitive eyebrow at Cadence’s stern objection. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...have you ever...had something you’re too embarrassed to tell somepony about, and you’re too worried that pony will degrade you for it?” She looks up at the princess to see her turning away with a small splotch of pink on her cheeks. 'Yeah, of course, she does.'

Celestia takes a deep breath and clears her throat before addressing this strange but too-close question.

"Well, sweetie, as the ruling monarch of this land, I obviously don't have anything to hide from anypony, other than my obsessive cake disorder. You know, eating too much cake almost every single day and hardly gaining any satisfaction?"

The way she was talking so fast is a telltale sign that she's trying her best to hide her sexual deviation. But one can not simply hide the truth from somepony who has witnessed the deed firsthand.

"Riiiiight."

Cadence looks away again in anger and shame, still unsure of how to address her aunt about their situation. Of course, she wants to keep her real job a secret, but she also wants to call out Celestia for her heresy. Both options would most likely end up in her being grounded...or worse.

"Anyway, Aunty, uh, can I just sleep for a bit. I've had a crazy first day and I'd just like to—"

"Relax, of course. If you need anything, just give me a shout or send one of the guards to fetch me. I love you Cadence."

Celestia pecks her niece on the forehead before leaving the alicorn in solitude in her room. The frustrated princess flops onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling with nothing but self-loathing in her mind. She wants to sleep, but the thought of having stress-induced nightmares prevents her from even closing her eyes. Maybe there's somepony she can confide in that's not in this castle.

She sits up as a sudden realization hits her. Of course! She does have friends outside the castle! Though, she can’t just leave with her identity exposed; ponies would be running over to see her and ask questions and all that annoying crap. A disguise would be most beneficial in this situation. She opens up her closet and pushes her poofy clothes around, trying to find something obscuring.

‘Let’s see here, what should I choose?’

Something bland and boring catches her eye in the very back corner of the sea of bright, colorful clothes. A faded pink cloak and withered hood sit idly by, collecting dust.

‘Wow. I haven’t worn this since last Nightmare Night. Heck, I don’t even remember what this was a part of. Whatever. I just hope it still fits.

She takes the dusty clothes out of the closet and proceeds to put them on. The hood barely covers the front curls of her mane and her horn stabs through the fabric, creating a second hole for her. Next is the cloak, which is obviously too tight now, but still manages to cover her wings, and Cutie Mark, which is the main objective. To hide her face, she grabs a pair of obscuring black shades from her nightstand drawer and puts them on. She looks in the mirror to check over her appearance and make sure she can’t even recognize herself.

‘Perfect!’

Cadence exits her room, trying her best to seem normal, and addresses the two guards stationed outside her doors.

“Guards, I will be heading out for a while to clear my head. Do not follow me or wonder where I am going, but make sure to tell my aunt that I will be out for a while. That is an order.”

The ponies salute in response to her command. Not a single peep, not even a grunt escapes their lips, which really unnerves the princess but she doesn’t care anymore. She’s just glad to leave the castle and meet up with some of her friends to clear her head of all unnecessary thoughts.

She opens the front door of the castle and looks around to make sure the coast is clear before she exits. Not a single soul besides the guards. She heaves a sigh of relief as she enters the front garden of the royal grounds.

The foliage is especially beautiful today in the spring sun. Beautiful purple crocuses, golden daffodils, sparkling pink rhododendron, and even some rare hibiscuses that look like they’ve been dipped in a rainbow. It’s a rather romantic scene for most of the nobles, but for Cadence, she just enjoys the view. Their perfume-like aromas erase her worries and troubles, filling her with a sense of peace and tranquility.

“Hey, you there!”

Cadence winces as she slowly turns around to see a stallion guard approaching her. Unlike the rest of the Royal Guards, his uniform is different from the others: purple with gold borders and a chest plate with a familiar pink star in the center. His plume and tail are sapphire blue with cerulean highlights while his coat is a very light gray.

“Oh no," Cadence whimpers.

The stallion stops directly in front of the disguised princess, looking her over with a stern gaze. His usual electric blue eyes seem almost ice cold with how serious he's being in front of her.

"State your business here in the royal grounds, citizen!"

Cadence smirks as a devious little plan brews in her mind. 'I'm gonna have some fun with this.' "What's the matter, sir? Is it suddenly illegal for me to be on the premises?"

The guard is taken aback by the "intruder's" disrespectful tone. "Excuse me? Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I'm the Captain of the Royal Guard, ma'am, and I suggest you show a little respect."

'And now for the reveal.'

Cadence moves her hood back a bit to reveal her pink and yellow streaked mane, and pulls her glasses down to reveal her shimmering purple eyes. She smirks and raises an eyebrow at the arrogant stallion, whose face suddenly drains of color. His eyes shrink to specks as his mouth tastes the fresh grass at his hooves.

"And do you have any idea I am, Captain Shining Armor?"

Shining's mouth twitches, but nothing escapes, other than small squeaks of shock. He suddenly bows before her highness as he apologizes profusely at her hooves.

"Forgive me, your excellence! I simply did not recognize you under that cloak! Please excuse my arrogance and don't have me executed! I have a sister to look after!"

Cadence shakes her head and releases a heavy sigh at the captain's pathetic display.

"I really should have you punished for your hubris, Captain..." Shining looks up at the princess, wondering what kind of punishment is to befall him. "...but with you being little Twilight's brother, I will let it slide for now."

With overwhelming elation, Shining Armor leaps up from his pleading position and hugs the princess with a rib-crushing grip. She can feel her organs being scrunched together into one tight bundle as her body collapses in on itself.

"Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou! I promise I won't be so cocky again, princess. Thank you for your mercy!"

She's glad to be accepting his thanks, but it's still too much love, even for somepony who has a crush on her. "S-shining! Please...let...go! Can't...b-breath!"

"Oh, forgive me!" He releases his princess from his affectionate hug and slowly backs off to give her some breathing space. "Are you okay, princess?"

Somepony is crumpled on the ground, coughing up choked spittle, and trying to gasp for air after nearly having their lungs crushed isn't too bad. Just an ice pack would patch her right up.

"Does it look like I'm okay?!" Cadence explodes.

Shining backs away in embarrassment as the princess struggles to get back up. He averts his gaze as she walks away from the guard pony without another word.

'I don't care if he's Twilight's brother. I want to bop him over the head for being so...disrespectful? Overly-affectionate? Worried about me?'

Unlike most of the Royal Guards, Shining Armor is one of the very few who takes time out of his schedule to talk to her. He asks about her day, her life in the castle, and also about her growing relationship with Twilight. She knows he has a crush on her, but almost every pony does. Although, unlike every other pony, Shining doesn't try to gain her favor with flowers, gifts, or special tasks. He just acts like the big nerd he is and pretends like every day is just a normal day, of course, while also acting clumsily in front of her. Cadence should apologize to him when she comes back.

Now a new card of guilt is on the field and it's Cadence's job to know how deal with it.

The streets of Canterlot aren’t too busy this afternoon, probably because everypony is currently in an eight-hour job at the moment like responsible adults. The only ones not currently behind a desk, in a dull office, or spending time with family are the teens and adolescents frolicking and chatting and just being young until the real world hits them in the face.

Cadence obviously didn’t plan out how she was going to find her friends, but she’s sure they’re living somewhere in the city. Her most likely guess, they're either at their homes or sitting in a cafe.

"Hallo, Candy!"

The well-known voice catches the wandering princess from her left. She whips around to see Hot Topic approaching her, wearing a similar disguise: a blue hood and cloak with pink rimmed sunglasses. The two ponies hug each other as if they haven't seen each other in months, sharing a warm, affectionate moment.

"Cadence, mein freund*, vat are you doing out here?" With other ponies around, Topic makes sure to whisper her friend's name, so as to not draw too much attention to themselves.

"I was actually on my way to see you all. I was hoping we could spend some time together, get to know each other a bit more. Also, I just really need somepony to talk to because, well, the castle doesn't have the most interactive ponies."

"Oh, Cadence, of course, ve can help. Ve are friends after all, and vat guud friend vouldn't help anozer pony out?"

Cadence beams with joy as she hugs her friend again, this time with more strength. "Thank you, Topic. So where's everypony else?"

The two release their hug as Topic quietly gestures with a hoof for her friend to follow her. The two travel through the large city past fancy businesses, uptight companies, and some tasteless fancy diners. The further they trod, the more Cadence starts to realize where they're heading. The buildings are starting to look less familiar and more colorful instead of the "elegant" plain white buildings near the inner city. The stores are also more extravagant and almost commoner-friendly. She can't imagine a royal or noble stepping into this part of Canterlot, otherwise, they'd probably have a seizure from all of the vibrant colors.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in this part of the city,” Cadence says as her mind is entranced by the divergent appearance of the area. “What is this place?”

Topic looks back at the princess with a puzzled look. “Really? You’ve never been to ze commoner district of Canterlot before?”

“No. I never even knew Canterlot could be so...laid back. I don’t know why my aunt doesn’t take me down here.”

“Mm, probably because of your high status. I’ve never seen any fancy ponies or nobles enter zis area before.”

Cadence is finally venturing into a land that is completely out of her norm. A place princesses and nobleponies would find strange and almost otherworldly, she finds colloquial and relaxing. It feels fun just to walk through the maze of bright buildings and unique shops. Ponies run around acting jovial instead of observing upper-class ponies as their role models. Ponies here can be free and enjoy life instead of burying their faces in a pile of books or unending lectures on formality and decorum.

Up ahead, a cafe is open with the rest of Cadence's friends inside—none of which are wearing disguises like her and Hot Topic—chowing on some sandwiches and drinking what looks like some dark, fizzy drink, something Cadence has never had the fortune of tasting. The two enter the cafe and, immediately, the other ponies greet them with kind smiles and waves.

“Hey, everypony,” Cadence says as she plops down next to Moist Muse and Wet Breeze on a green and yellow-striped sofa. The springs are very loose, letting her bounce a couple of times before finally settling to rest. “How are you doing?”

Moist takes the last swig of her bubbling soda before responding to the princess. “Doing just fine. How’s life in the castle.”

“Boring as Tartarus. I wanted to get away from royal life for a bit and talk to somepony. There are a few things I want to get off my chest, actually."

The mares raise their eyebrows in curiosity.

"Well, we're here to help a fellow friend-slash-coworker," Moist Muse claims, resting a hoof on the alicorn's shoulder. "Anything you need to vent, let it out. We can help you the best we can."

Cadence looks at each of the four mares, their eyes filled with warm compassion and love for their friend. She smiles as she knows each of these ponies are like her and could never judge her for her situation. She takes a deep, calm breath before releasing all of her pent up tension.

"Well, you see..."

"Ouch. This whole situation is just filled with irony and shame, huh?" Simmer asks.

Cadence nods her head, not uttering a single word as there is nothing else for her to add. The ponies look at each other, brewing a solution or at least some advice for Cadence to deal with her predicament.

"Vy not show Princess Celestia vat you can do?"

Everyone looks at Hot Topic with bewildered looks. Their gazes don't affect her, however, and she further explains her solution.

"Obviously, your aunt, ze princess, is filled vith some sexual needs zat she uses the guards to get rid of. Perhaps...you could..."

"Are you crazy?!" Cadence explodes, grabbing the attention of the barista and some of the other patrons. She pulls herself in and lowers her voice to a gentle, but rigid whisper. "I am not going to make out with my aunt!"

"Technically..." Wet Breeze interjects, "...she's your adoptive aunt, correct? So it's not technically wrong."

Cadence can't help but feel that her friend is right, but it's still her aunt, and... "I'm also doing it with another mare. What about that factor?"

Sweet Simmer rolls her eyes at the princess's faulty reasoning. "Candy, didn't we just have sex not too long ago?"

The memory of the pegasus's graceful lovemaking is seared into the princess's mind and body. Her tongue searching her moist cavern; the wet folds making contact with each other, fueling their libido and sexual desire; the passionate kisses filled with a beautiful combination of love and lust. Everything about it was so wrong, and yet it felt so good.

"I know, but...with Celestia?"

"I zink I know a solution to your Shining Armor situation as vell," Topic states, however, Cadence can't help but give the unicorn an inquisitive glare.

"Does it have anything to do with sex?"

"Mmmaybe? But, hear me out!"

Cadence holds her tongue and listens to what the blazing unicorn has to say.

"Maybe you don't have to have sex vith him. Maybe you can just...I dunno...give him a simple lap dance. That usually cheers stallions up."

"A lap dance?" Cadence looks at the other mares for some sort of clarification or backup, but they're either eating or pretending that this conversation doesn't concern them. She turns back to Hot Topic, who's currently awaiting her answer as she munches away on a sandwich. "Is that really the only option? What about a simple 'I'm sorry'?"

"I mean, zat's simple, but you know vat zey say: 'Taten sagen mehr als Worte'." Cadence stares blankly at the pony. "Ahem, 'Actions speak louder zan vords."

Now all Cadence can think about is having sexual relations with her aunt and "apologizing" to Shining Armor with a vulgar lap dance. She looks outside to see the sun balancing on the horizon. Celestia could be looking for her soon and if she found her here, there would be dire consequences.

"Thank you, girls, especially you, Topic."

The pegasus beams with pride at her commemoration.

"I'll try and make some things work. I'll see you all at work tomorrow."

Author's Note

Mein freund= my friend