Quashed

Steelhorn rolled out of bed, picking up his mace and shield and slipping them into his harness. He'd slept well the night prior, having been exhausted from being awake for so long. Of course, his companion had made it a bit easier to have a restful sleep.

"Good morning," smiled Luna, rolling over to look at Steelhorn. "How was your rest?"

"Very lovely," replied Steelhorn, leaning down to kiss her. "What a wonderful suggestion you made. Your bed was very comfortable"

Luna chuckled. "Being a princess has its perks. You can sleep in a nice bed. All you have to do to earn that is to watch over and protect the dreams of all of Equestria."

"A fine trade," nodded Steelhorn. "Is that why I had such a pleasant dream last night?"

Luna blushed and looked away. "Mayhaps..."

Steelhorn gave her another kiss before heading for the door. "I'll see you at breakfast."

After a lovely meal, Steelhorn took Scrimshaw and Hardtusk down to the dungeon to check on Celestia. She was awake, sitting curled up on the bench in her cell. She looked up as they entered, but did not move or speak. Steelhorn approached, dropping down to meet her eye level. In his hand he held a peace offering, a canteen of cold water.

"Are you going to behave yourself?" he asked, unscrewing the cap. "Or would you like to spend another day in the box?"

Celestia snatched the canteen, thirstily gulping it down. When it was empty, she dropped it on the bench. Her breathing was ragged, as her throat was still sore.

"I'm not taking silence as an answer this time, princess," growled Steelhorn. "I need a verbal response, or you're going back into the box."

"No," coughed Celestia. "I'll behave. Don't put me back in the box." Her voice was coarse and rough, and very unbecoming of a princess.

Steelhorn smiled. The look in Celestia's eye was that of a broken pony. He had seen it in Arrow's eye the day he had joined up. With any luck, Celestia would stay compliant this time. There would be no need for the box in the future.

Steelhorn stood up. "I leave you for the day in the capable hands of Scrimshaw and Hardtusk. Your actions harmed them significantly, and you will be made to apologize to them. If they accept your apology, you will be gifted a citizen of the Hornburg. I will return shortly with some food for you."

Steelhorn left, and Scrimshaw took command. He sat down next to Celestia, placing a hand on her thigh. "How do you plan to apologize to us?"

"The same way I always do," answered Celestia. "I will tell you I'm sorry."

"And then what?"

Celestia looked insulted. "I just told you I was sorry. That's what an apology is."

Hardtusk shook his head. "That's not an apology. Sorry is a feeling. Saying 'I'm sorry,' conveys the same level of apology as 'I'm happy,' or 'I'm angry.' It doesn't mean anything to the creature you talked at."

"It makes a good start," argued Scrimshaw, "but alone it means jack shit. A proper apology contains four parts, and feeling guilt is only the first of four parts. It is also the least important of the four parts. Honestly, if you're skipping parts of the apology, that's the part you need to skip."

"I'd even argue that the second part could be skipped," Added Hardtusk, leaning against the far wall. "Feeling guilt and pinpointing what you did wrong are optional if you feel what you did was right. The last two steps are the only necessity in that case."

"And what are these last two steps?"

"The third is promissory," answered Scrimshaw. "You make a vow to set things right."

"Then you hold to that promise," finished Hardtusk. "That's the final step."

"The whole thing can be done without words," added Scrimshaw. "You bump into someone, then pick them up. Not a word spoken, but all four steps taken."

Celestia looked confused. "How is that an apology?"

Hardtusk smiled. "Step one, feel guilt. Step two, realize what you did wrong. Step three, offer to help them to their feet. Step four, help them to their feet. What you did with your apology was to feel guilt, then leave them on the floor while running off to knock over another person down the line."

"You took no responsibility for your actions, so I ask again, what is your plan to apologize to us?"

Celestia remained silent. She had no idea how to make this right.

"Do you have no plan to apologize?"

Celestia shook her head. "I wouldn't know where to begin."

Hardtusk closed his eyes and sighed. "Step two is to realize what your mistake was. Surely you've had time to think back and realize why we're angry with you?"

Celestia cocked her head to the side. "I insulted you."

Scrimshaw nodded. "And how do you intend to fix that?"

"By blowing you," Celestia chuckled. She had intended for it to be a joke, but it didn't come across as such.

"What a wonderful idea," smiled Scrimshaw, standing up and moving in front of her. As his cock slid out of his sheathe, she remembered that step four was to follow through. As she opened her mouth to object, it was filled with minotaur cock. As her tongue worked around it, she realized that it was vastly different from the stallions of yesterday, and a fair amount larger. Only now did she realize that she hadn't had a minotaur inside of her the previous day.

Hardtusk was not the most patient of minotaurs, nor were minotaurs the most patient of creatures. He had learned patience in the Hornburg, but that could only do so much. He didn't want to wait for his little brother to finish. Instead, he reasoned that Celestia was tired of giving head, and would like to do something that didn't risk her already damaged throat. He lifted her tail, prompting a panic from her as he spit on her arsehole. As his finger began to spread the makeshift lubrication, she tried desperately to close up her tail, but it was no use. Her hands were too busy with gripping the younger brother.

Hardtusk slipped in with ease, able to go balls deep on his first good thrust. Celestia had definitely taken a cock up her arse before. Not anything this big, but she clearly knew to relax her sphincter as he pushed in. Her body seemed to enjoy this sort of treatment, as an involuntary moan cascaded up her throat, vibrating her tongue against Scrimshaw's shaft.

The two continued to drill her from both ends until long after Steelhorn returned with Celestia's food. By the time Hardtusk shot his load into Celestia's arse, she had soaked his testicles in her discharge. As she swallowed Scrimshaw's seed, he pulled away and took his seat on the bench next to Steelhorn.

"I think I'm willing to aceept that apology," he chuckled, out of breath.

"As am I," smiled Hardtusk, pulling away.

"What excellent news," smiled Steelhorn. "Congratulations, Celestia. You've earned your forgiveness. Now, it's time I gifted you a citizen..."