Hivemind Control

After teatime, Cadance left Celestia to her stallion while she familiarized herself with the fort. She had enlisted the stallion who had been hiding his erection, as he had been relieved of duty within a minute of her exit, to show her around. He had lost his chub after about ten minutes, but by then had showed it to multiple other guards, and was quite embarrassed by the end.

"This is the-- was the map room. It's where you'll be sleeping, unless you have somewhere else you would rather sleep."

"I'm sure it'll be just fine," smiled Cadance. "I don't intend to be here for too terribly long. How long did you take to set it up?

As the door opened, she saw that not much had been done. It still looked like a map room, but with the far wall cleared and replaced with a queen-sized boxspring and mattress with a basic sheet set on top. A folded wool blanket and quilt sat at the foot of the bed as optional accoutrements. Several maps classified as high priority had been moved to a separate room, and the whole room had been cleaned.

"We were given the orders this morning to prepare a room for you in the event that you would be joining us. I can personally guarantee that the table was scrubbed clean early this morning. Do be careful of that table, though. It can leave splinters if you're not careful." The guard held up his right front hoof, and sure enough, there were a few very minor punctures. "I know it's not my place to tell you what to do, but I would recommend that you eat in the dining hall. You may be oggled by the guards, but I'd rather that than a trip to the infirmary."

"Couldn't we just replace the table?" asked Cadance.

"It's a really big table. It'd take a few weeks to build a new one."

Cadance looked over the table. It was huge. The bed she had at the Crystal Palace wasn't as big as this table, and it had been large enough and sturdy enough to support eight fully-grown ponies mid-orgy. The table being even larger than that meant that it would certainly be difficult to replace.

"Dining hall it is, then," she nodded. "Is that it for you tonight? Are you off duty?"

"Unfortunately, no," he said, looking up at a wall clock. "I have about five minutes left of my break, and then I'm off to scrub the toilets. After that, I shower, and then I can clock out for the night."

"You were a good sport today, letting me parade you around. Come back here after your shower, and I'll make it up to you."

The blush has mostly faded from his face during the tour, but now it was back in force. "I, uh..." the sound of flesh on flesh rang out beneath his abdomen. "I should go clean up those toilets really fast, huh?"

"And don't you dare rub one out in the shower," Cadance smirked. "Off you go, then."

As the guard bolted out the door, more excited than ever to handle a mop full of piss splatter, Cadance made her way back to Celestia's room. They'd made dinner plans to talk more after Celestia had cleaned up, but judging by the noises emanating from beyond the door, she hadn't stopped long enough to shower. The guard had confirmed it, as well, that this had been ongoing for the last two hours without stop.

Cadance returned half an hour later with a food cart, finding the room silent. Opening the door, she found Dip sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up as she entered. "She's in the shower," he wheezed. "I think I need a break, and I think she needs some sleep. Please don't tell her I said that."

"I think you'll be needing this, too," chuckled Cadance, pouring him a tall glass of pineapple juice. "How do you stay up for so long without injury?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "It doesn't feel very good, though."

"I think you should go to the infirmary after dinner," nodded Cadance. "Just don't tell Celestia that was my idea."

Dip slipped his hoof across his lips as the water in the shower turned off. Seconds later, Celestia walked out with a towel around her head. "You want to go one more round before dinner?" she asked, using the wall as a guide to the wardrobe.

"No, we're half an hour late as it is," answered Cadance.

Celestia stopped and lowered the towel, glancing up at the clock. "That late already?"

"Time flies when you're on the cock," answered Cadance. "Temperance. I know what it's like to always be horny. It's hard, but you have to control yourself."

"Like you did when you were thirteen?" smirked Celestia.

"You mean like you do now?" snapped Cadance. "I overcame that. You have yet to."

"Fine," grunted Celestia. "Let's sit down and talk, then."

"You two go on without me," said Dip, his joints popping loudly as he hoisted himself up. "I'm all sticky. I'll be out soon."

As he disappeared into the private bathroom, Celestia tossed her towel aside. She'd had her hooves decorated with her shoes when Cadance had come by earlier, and until this exact moment, they'd been covered with the towel on her current visit. Now, fully exposed, Cadance could see the rash running up her legs from her wrist. Her hooves were very dark, with a boil growing on the back of her left hoof. As they climbed her legs, just past where her shoes has blocked the view, her milky white, creamy smooth skin was red and inflamed.

"What in Equestria did you do to your hooves?!" shouted Cadance. "How long has this been here?"

Celestia looked down at her hooves. Her eyes shot open as she stumbled backward, falling against the stone wall and sliding down to a sitting position. She muttered something illegible under her breath as Cadance approached.

"How long have they been like this?" she asked again, trying to remain calm. She was no use to her aunt if they were both in a panic. "It looks like what Luna has, but not as bad," she reasoned. "Were there any treatments that worked on her? If we act fast, we can slow it down quickly."

Celestia did not answer, just staring at her hooves.

Taking a deep breath in and out, Cadance steeled herself and threw open the door. "You!" she barked at the door guard. "Go fetch me the lead medic, the captain, four extra guards, a roll of parchment and a pen! On the double!"

"Yes, ma'am!" he saluted, running off down the hall as fast as his legs would take him.