Unseen Dreams and Yesterday's Secrets

Dr. Mary Parvotti leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms above her head, shivering with relief. Wearing nothing but a lacy white bra and panties, she yawned lustily in the meager glow of the desktop lamp as she waited for the encryption to finish. After a few minutes, she heard the whoosh of her emailed summit report winging its way to Lt. Kurosawa, written with the doctor’s usual level of fine detail. For a moment, Mary wondered if the extra effort was worth it, but she quickly put the unbecoming idea out of her mind.

Anything worth doing was worth doing correctly, even if nobody else noticed. It was a moral lesson that might have come right out of Sun Princess Celestia’s regal mouth.

Mary chuckled at the thought. Honestly, Celestia didn’t really go in for such trite truisms, but the pure, Mother Goose-like image the Princess intentionally cultivated was hard to shake. Even for someone who knew the truth.

Mary glanced over at the wide bed next to her desk, piled high with cream-colored blankets and pillows. Just beyond, the large windows of the suite opened into evening darkness, and she could just make out the breakers crashing against the sharp rocks of the island’s western edge.

The Princess had only been gone a day, and Mary had already become so anxious. She knew she had it bad, but realizing just how much she missed the alicorn was frightening. There were always matters to take care of in Canterlot, of course, and an increasingly volatile diplomatic situation on Earth provided the perfect rationale to spend some time at home. Mary knew these things intellectually, but she still had a hole in her chest every second Celestia was away.

Home. She turned the word over in her mind. Where did that place exist, for either of them? Mary thought she felt the hole grow a little wider as she considered the question.

She was glad they didn’t have to skulk around anymore, at least. Mary and Celestia’s relationship had become an open secret among the members of the hastily-formed global organization tasked with handling all aspects of the Princess’ visit. Nobody ever said a word when Mary went up to Celestia’s room in the evenings, and they’d never been called to the carpet for their…antics. Aside from a week ago, of course.

As the memory of last weekend’s pleasures returned, Mary put a hand to her crotch and squeezed her legs together, causing a tingle to run from her cunt through her spine, and straight into her lizard brain. Julie had certainly been a delectable little piece, hadn’t she? Such a tight, fuckable little hardbody, and so open, so…pliable. Mary had often considered getting in touch with her over the past few days, but there simply hadn’t been time. That, and she didn’t know if she could justify Julie having access to Celestia’s place. There was only so much she could explain away.

Mary’s gaze went back to Lt. Kurosawa’s name on the outgoing email. The doctor had been ready for the worst after their tryst in the sands, especially after being recorded, but Julie’s mother had been strangely silent about the whole thing. Either she was still in the dark, or she didn’t care, and knowing the Lieutenant’s personality, Mary doubted it was the latter. That meant that someone was covering for them. Such knowledge might have been a source of relief if it didn’t bring up more questions.

Mary closed the laptop and looked at the time on her mobile: 7:00. It wouldn’t be too much longer.

They both certainly needed the relief. The day before yesterday had been more stressful than most, with the pro-magic bloc of countries being particularly demanding during the weekly global summit, and Princess Celestia found herself playing the bad bitch in order to correct a lot of unworkable assumptions. Mary sighed ruefully as she remembered some of the requests from state leaders they’d had to shoot down. No, we can’t set up teleportation booths on every block. Yes, there are flight spells, but you can’t have them yet because you’re guaranteed to kill yourselves. No, we can’t conjure enough food to solve world hunger. Yes, we can teach you how to enchant your fields to increase your yields by 100%, and before you ask, no, we can’t speed up the process.

Their intentions were good, at least, and it never hurt to ask. Magic didn’t exactly follow Earth rules, after all. Celestia worked hard to be accommodating in suggesting alternate solutions, but there were rumblings that a few countries were not taking rejection well. That had been the main thrust of Mary’s report, and the reason it took up so much of her mental energy to finish. She didn’t want to think about Celestia being caught up in some sort of trans-dimensional conflict, but taking those possibilities into consideration was part of her job. Unfortunately.

The mobile buzzed on the desk. “Speak of the devil, and you shall see her horn,” Mary muttered with a grin as she saw the simple message: “60.”

The doctor slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties, trying to keep herself on edge without going over. She bit her lip as she began the countdown in her head. The Princess had used their personal code, meaning that she would arrive in sixty seconds.

Her timing was always exact, down to the instant. And at the end of those sixty seconds…well. The Sun Princess only used that code when she was feeling particularly nasty. Anything could happen.

Thirty seconds to go. Mary put her teasing finger in her mouth, savoring her own creamy flavor, then she rose on already unsteady legs and went over to a spot facing the doorway of the suite, where she stood with hands clasped, like a nun at prayer. She wanted her almost nude body to be the first thing Celestia saw upon her return. More than that, she didn’t want to wait an instant longer than necessary for whatever was in store.

Ten seconds. Mary could feel the hot juices sluicing down the insides of her thighs. She strained to her the alicorn’s footsteps coming down the hall, though she knew this was futile. Celestia could make herself as silent as a prowling cat, or she could cause her hooves to crack like thunder against any surface. In this situation, she wouldn’t reveal her presence until the very last moment.

Zero seconds.

The suite’s lock clicked as it turned green, and the door swung open. At first Mary only saw Celestia’s broad barrel chest and stout legs on the other side of the threshold, then the Princess ducked through the entryway, squeezing her draft-horse-sized body into the room like a childhood monster before coming up to her full height again. The dramatic effect made her seem even more mysterious and imposing than normal, if that were possible.

Mary’s breath hitched as she saw the thrumming piece of meat hanging between Celestia’s legs, slapping impatiently against her white-furred stomach. Three feet long and thick enough to embrace with her whole body, the black and pink cock was already drooling slime from the wide slit, and the basketball-sized nuts beneath pulsed with strain. Did she even bother to hide it on the way up, or did she let it swing free in her haste, not caring if anyone saw? The thought was electric.

Mary noticed all of these things in the moments it took for Celestia to reach her from the entryway. The alicorn had not stopped moving forward since she’d entered the suite.

“Princess. Welco-“

A gold-shod hoof on her head interrupted Mary’s greeting as she was brusquely shoved backwards onto her well-cushioned ass. She felt her head being lifted and brought forward, and her entire field of vision was abruptly taken over by the sight and smell of the Princess’ rampant prick. The enormous flare pulsed as it uncontrollably spat lines of fragrant pre all over Mary’s gasping face, and the barnyard aroma of Celestia’s excitement was a bomb in the doctor’s brain, almost causing her to orgasm on the spot.

The tip of Celestia’s fat cock became a battering ram as it mashed against Mary’s lips, pushing and shoving until Mary was forced to open her mouth and take what she was given. Her whole world was nothing but the underside of Celestia’s pure white belly, the spongy hardness of the log working its way down her neck, and the white-hot saltiness of its emissions. She began to shake like an addict finally getting a taste. God, she needed this.

Celestia began to desperately squeeze as much Princess cock as she could into the warm, wet holster beneath her, pumping hard for each inch. Every sharp thrust slid Mary backward on the carpet, and Celestia followed, until the back of Mary’s head slammed against the far wall of the suite. The Princess reared up and leaned her forelegs against the wall to brace herself, then the only sounds were of feral grunting and sloppy wetness as she began to face-fuck in earnest, working and clapping her sun-emblazoned ass over and over as she fought to hilt her entire fucktool, from the crown to the balls, into Mary’s gullet.

The doctor accepted it all, feeling Celestia’s magic stretch her insides as she was molded into a perfect receptacle for the Princess’ lust. Mary touched her stomach with both hands as she endured the assault, feeling the clear outline of that perfect cock fully housed in her chest, and she instantly came, moaning around the invader like a beast and spraying her silkiness all over them both while her legs shook with pleasure.

Feeling and hearing Mary’s orgasm seemed to stoke Celestia’s lust to a whole new level of heat. Her grunts and snorts became louder and rougher, and the steady clap, clap, clap of her giant balls against the doctor’s shaking tits doubled in cadence. Mary grasped Celestia’s hind legs in each hand, stroking the soft fur in encouragement, touching the backs of her knees in particular. It was a strangely intimate gesture compared to the rough action the Princess was giving her, but Mary was familiar with Celestia’s more sensitive areas. She knew how to finish her lover off quickly, and the results spoke for themselves.

With a loud grunt of release, Celestia buried her cock in Mary and held herself there, shaking as her giant balls lurched and delivered their payload. Spurts of thick come blasted into Mary’s depths, making her belly swell to pleasing roundness until the overflow splattered from around the seal of Mary’s lips, covering her chest with a tacky white mess. As usual, Celestia’s orgasm took a good few seconds, and when she’d finally drained her nuts much of Mary’s body, along with the carpet beneath them, was saturated in royal cream.

Celestia sighed in pleasure as she slowly dragged her thick cock from Mary’s stretched throat. After the wide flare was extracted from between her lips, Mary coughed up more come, further adding to the puddle between her thick thighs. Celestia backed off the wall, and for the first time that night, Mary saw the Sun Princess’ face.

A drop of saliva splashed onto Mary’s already well-soaked cheek, dripping from Celestia’s lolling tongue, long and obscene. The alicorn was panting hard from her slack mouth, and her exhalation felt like the heat of a forge on Mary’s skin.

Celestia’s normally piercing eyes were dilated and unfocused, and Mary imagined that the only distinction she was making between objects in her view was whether or not they had a snug hole to sink her cock into. The whole effect of Celestia’s wild expression was disturbingly erotic on someone so majestic, and when she looked down at Mary with hunger the doctor trembled lustily. She had difficulty finding her voice, especially given the state of her abused throat.

“We…welcome ho-“

Mary’s hips jerked forward as Celestia took her meaty legs in her hooves, raising them until she’d bent the doctor in half in an impressive display of either Mary’s flexibility or her magically affected body. The lacy, soaked-through panties clung to her messy cunt, and they did nothing to conceal the pulsing ring between her big ass cheeks.

Celestia spread Mary’s thighs wide, opening her up completely, and she peered down at her prize like a starving woman might covet a rack of lamb. Her thick cock had not softened in the least, and she barely had enough presence of mind to tear off Mary’s useless underwear before pressing the flare of her tool against the engorged lips of the doctor’s drooling gash.

Mary gasped, then she wailed as the monstrous length slowly worked its way into her, stretching her out methodically in a completely unnatural, completely magical way. Celestia snorted and grunted, bearing down with her majestic haunches, and they both watched the outline of the cock in Mary’s stomach move higher and higher until it reached that ultimate barrier.

Celestia only growled as she reared back and slammed home, then again, impossibly forcing her way through Mary’s cervix with single-minded determination as her partner screamed, not in pain, but in ecstasy. The magical breaking down of her core until she accepted Celestia’s pride within herself was a moment she’d come to relish, and she spurred the Princess on through clenched teeth.

“You miss this pussy? Huh? Got the pick of all the trim in Canterlot, but you can’t even get off with your own species, can you? I bet they whisper about it. Bet they call you a human-fucker behind your back. But that’s okay. You’ll never find a pony pussy this tight and wet. Fuck that cunt, fuck it, break me open. Take what’s yours, Princess. It’s your royal right. Fuck me!”

One more sharp thrust, and the weakened ring of muscle within Mary finally gave way to the inevitable. The Princess hilted herself fully inside the warmth of Mary’s channel, causing them both to moan and grunt like animals, but Celestia cut off Mary’s noises of pleasure with her own seeking tongue, kissing her with a terrible fierceness.

Celestia continued to pound away with maniacal intensity, extracting herself almost fully before slamming home over and over into Mary’s depths. She groaned with the need for release as her balls slapped a rhythm against the doctor’s upturned ass, and Mary could feel the throbbing heat of that impaling slab of meat as the Princess drove toward her conclusion.

A roar rattled the windows as Celestia sank into Mary’s welcoming wetness one final time, and her fat nuts sent a second volley of thick come into the doctor’s sucking womb. In moments, torrents of spunk flowed from around the pulsing cock, greatly expanding the puddle beneath them. The moans of contentment from the Princess combined with her prodigious load, not a whit lesser the second time around, caused Mary to scream her own release and add her creamy juices to their joined spendings.

Celestia pulled back as she finished, drawing herself out of the doctor’s still contracting fuckslot. The last thing Mary remembered as she lost consciousness was the geyser of come that erupted from her wide-open cunt as Celestia freed herself, covering them both with the Princess’ sweet love.

The sunlight of early morning gently prodded Mary into semi-wakefulness.

She sensed that she was in bed, and she lay there with eyes closed a while longer, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by softness and warmth. Although she wanted nothing better than to drift back into slumber, Mary knew her responsibilities wouldn’t wait. She was nothing if not diligent when it came to her work, and not even a torrid fuck strong enough to send her into Dreamland would change that.

Mary struggled to rise, finding her movements restricted. She cracked her eyes open and gingerly felt around with her hands, trying to figure out what was happening. The gradual understanding of her new position made her smile, though she was still too tired to fully laugh.

The doctor was on her side among the oversized bed’s pristine white covers and pillows. Celestia was behind her, spooned up against her plush butt, with the Princess’ forelimbs entwined with Mary’s arms. Celestia’s gentle body heat and steady breathing were a natural relaxant, enveloping Mary in a cocoon of safety and contentment.

Directly in front of her was the reason for Mary’s current situation. Celestia’s massive cock was laid against her bare chest, thrust between her legs from behind. The royal breeder was a little soft yet still rigid enough to be intimidating, and it smelled of semen and her own fragrant juices. Mary could feel the fat prick throbbing against her unprotected cunt, while Celestia’s prodigious balls rubbed against the backs of her thighs. It was almost as if Mary herself possessed a Princess cock, and she gently embraced the slab of meat with both arms, indulging in the brief fantasy.

The fat cock moved in Mary’s grasp, sliding up and down on its own, ever so slowly yet insistently. It ground itself against her erect clit, coaxing more slippery fluid from her overworked lower lips, and Mary hummed as she enjoyed the sensation.

“You should sleep a little longer.”

There was that mellifluous voice. Mary looked up to see Celestia craning her head downward, examining her with her usual preternatural composure. No sign of last night’s unrelenting lust showed in the alicorn’s diamond-bright eyes now, only hints of warm, comforting amusement.

Mary reached a hand up to stroke Celestia’s white-furred neck. “Princess.” Her smile widened. “Welcome home.”

Celestia pressed her forehead against Mary’s as they shared a tired chuckle.

The Princess nuzzled Mary’s cheek. “You certainly made me feel welcome, little pony. Now, I insist that you relax. The world will keep spinning if you stay in bed for a while.”

Mary let out a soul-deep sigh. “Temptress. You know I can’t do that. We’ve got your Canterlot debriefing at 8.” Mary glanced around. “Clock. Where’s a clock?”

”My goodness, I must have wrecked that little pussy,” Celestia said with a deadpan expression. “There’s one right in front of you. Did I fuck you into blindness?”

Mary slapped the flat tip of Celestia’s cock in playful annoyance. It was like hitting a side of beef. “If the product of this whole cross-cultural experiment is jokes like that, we may as well pack it up. Look, I’m serious. What time is it? Where’s my phone?”

Celestia stroked Mary’s short brown hair with a hoof. “It’s 7:00, and I’ve moved our meeting to this afternoon. It’s already been cleared with Lt. Kurosawa. You now have the morning off, so stop fidgeting. Everything will be fine.”

Mary obeyed, gratefully resting her head upon plush white pillows. “How’d you swing that? Kurosawa is a meeting fiend, and I know she wants to go over the pro-magic situation as soon as she can pin me down.”

“I simply told her the truth. You’re working too hard, and you need some free time, even if only a few hours.” Celestia’s hoof slid down to stroke the doctor’s hip and well-rounded ass, and Mary felt that scalding prick sawing between her thighs harden again as the Princess started to catch the mood. “She was surprisingly amenable. I didn’t even have to bring out any of the ultimatums I’d prepared. Whatever I might think of her as a person, I must admit she knows when to listen to reason.”

Mary squeezed harder with her thighs, grinding her body against Celestia’s overheated cock. Her efforts quickly bore fruit as dribbles of precome pulsed from the wide flare, making her mouth water. “With all due respect to the good Lieutenant, I don’t want to think about her right now.”

“Is that so?” Celestia’s voice was lower, rawer. “What is on your mind, good doctor?”

In response, Mary hugged Celestia’s fat cock closer to her body as she touched her lips to the tip, slurping up much of the issue from the drooling slit. The cock throbbed as it produced more silky fluid, and the dribbles became a steady flow which Mary eagerly began to drink. Her throat worked constantly as she nursed, and she felt a kind of fuzzy contentment that she only experienced in quieter moments like these. Celestia’s essence might not have been chemically addictive, but her body craved it all the same.

Celestia watched for a while as Mary suckled on her cock, then she bent her graceful equine neck down and drew her long tongue across the other side of the crown, tasting her own juices. There was no further conversation; the only sounds in the suite were the smacking of lips and the working of throats as the two of them shared the unique flavors of royal pre.

They both slid their mouths down the sides, then back up and over the top, collecting everything on the now hardened surface with a deepening hunger. Their lips met just above the wide open slit, and they kissed lustily as the Princess’ fucktool liberally splattered their faces again and again. Both their tongues were in constant motion as they savored the precome covering each other.

Intimacy and sheer raunchiness conspired with the constant pressure of that fat prick against her cunt to send Mary higher and higher. She was almost there…god, Celestia’s lips tasted so sweet…just a little more…

“What a disgusting scene. I blame you for this, Dr. Parvotti.”

Mary gasped, turning her attention to the other side of the bed. Laying on her side directly in front of them, watching their actions with a curious intensity, was another pony.

It was another alicorn, in fact, almost as large as Celestia herself. Her skin was a deep purple, almost black, and her mane and tail were interwoven with the small, sharp lights of stars and planets. She had the same possibly-not-vestigial wings as the Princess, and an obsidian horn graced her forehead above a narrow, haughty snout. Dark, stormy eyes were filled with animosity.

Across the alicorn’s ample flank was the unmistakeable sigil of the moon. It was all the confirmation Mary needed.

“Night Regent Luna, I presume,” Mary said shakily, trying to mask her shock as best she could with a face smeared with sexual fluids. If she’d learned anything over the past couple of months, it was how to adapt to strange circumstances. “I wish you’d let me know you were coming. I’d have welcomed you properly, maybe with some light entertainment.”

“I can imagine,” Luna said, switching her focus to the alicorn behind Mary. “Sister. Have you been well? Are you eating properly? Are your indulgences still a stain upon the kingdom? You only need bother with the first two questions; I think I can figure out the answer to the last one.”

“Youngest. Your timing is…intentional as usual.” Celestia licked precome off her muzzle with her obscenely long tongue, showing a decidedly blasé attitude toward being caught with her cock in the cookie jar by her own sister. “Moments such as these only bolster my decision to come to Earth myself. Allow me to reinforce Mary’s suggestion with one of my own, except it’s not a suggestion: the next time you show your face on this side of the portal, you will announce yourself beforehand. I will not have you acting on Earth without my knowledge.”

Youngest. Mary was surprised at the absolute authority in the Princess’s voice, so different from the gentle, welcoming tone she took in her ambassadorial duties. It was the voice of someone very much used to unquestioned obedience when it was warranted. Seeing even this barest sliver of Celestia’s royal power was fascinating on a scholarly level…but it was mostly just sexy as hell.

Luna seemed to get the message as her look of disgust deepened. “No need for oblique threats. I would rather not act at all, with or without your knowledge, but never let it be said that the Night Regent did not come when her Princess called. That said…”

Luna’s acidic gaze settled upon Mary. “…it took a rather unseemly amount of time for your regrets to animate your actions. I expected to be consulted much sooner about Erin. Did that poor young woman slip your mind as you continued to satisfy your urges? Or did you plan to get to her right after your blatant sexual congress with Kurosawa’s daughter the very next week?” The Regent’s eyes bored into Mary’s. “You said some dreadful words to that girl. Hanging the fate of humankind around her neck was an especially deviant touch. I hope it was worth it to cultivate a new playmate.”

“Remains to be seen,” Mary said evenly, “but it’s looking pretty good so far.” She didn’t expect to be reminded of those moments, and she tried unsuccessfully to still her tell-tale heart. “Your bitching is more informed than I would have expected. I know Celestia isn’t one to kiss and tell, so how do you know so much?”

“I may not have as much magic as my sister, but mine works on an entirely different axis,” Luna said as she waved a hoof dismissively, and Mary noted that it was shod in silver and molded into incredibly delicate astronomical shapes. The Regent seemed to have an eye for fine detail. “My domain is that of dreams and nightmares, but powers differ outside of Canterlot. As it happens, the world of the subconscious is magically adjacent to those human technologies which capture a facsimile of the real world. I’ve found that I can inhabit those devices as easily as a sleeping mind…easier, in fact. The flying ones are especially useful.”

Mary didn’t even bother to hide her shock. “Princess, can you make sure I’m hearing this correctly? Because it sounds like your sister can hack into government cameras like I log into my work email.”

Celestia nodded, squeezing Mary a little tighter. “Cameras and microphones and displays, inputs and outputs. It makes conceptual sense. A dream is only another type of playback…confused and out of order, but playback all the same.”

Mary considered the Night Regent with a new appreciation. “Right. I get it. You’re the reason why our videos haven’t hit Pornhub, and why Lt. Kurosawa hasn’t tried to have me killed. You’re the cover.”

Luna re-adjusted herself on the bed. She seemed to be enjoying the decadent softness, despite her constant scowl. “Cleaning up after my dear sister has always been one of the more thankless parts of my job.”

“At least you get to look at some ass and titties while you do it,” Mary said, trying to counter Luna’s sourness with some levity. “So, why are you here in person? This literally could’ve been a Zoom call. Did you just want to see your big sister, or what?”

The Regent and the Sun Princess exchanged a glance, then Celestia responded with a chuckle. “I’m afraid you’re a bit out of the loop. Don’t panic, but Luna is using her more traditional methods to speak with us right now.

Mary’s eyes went wide. She was glad for the warning, at least. “Are you telling me-“

“Human minds are so much easier to invade than those of ponies,” Luna scoffed, “and yours is a wide open window. Your appalling desires…your monstrous obsessions…they’re so close to the surface that I can ride them all the way back down to your subconscious."

“What can I say? I wear my cunt on my sleeve.” Mary refused to make apologies for her behavior, but she grasped Celestia’s foreleg a little tighter all the same. “I’m assuming the Princess humping my ass right now is the real one, and not some ghost in my head.”

Celestia’s answering touch along Mary’s wrist was reassuring. “It’s the real me. I’m right next to you in the real world. Luna can’t create a copy of me in anybody’s mind; I’ve enchanted myself to prevent it for just that reason. If you ever see a Celestia in your dreams, it’s either a natural thought or because I wish it so. You’ll know the difference.”

“Such a pointless action, and indicative of an unfortunate lack of trust,” Luna said, but she sounded more put-out than angry at the sanction. “Which is fine. I can live with suspicion. I have for much of my life. That’s why I refuse to accept your relationship with the Sun Princess. Doctor.”

Luna’s look was as judgmental as Celestia’s was serene, and it made Mary grit her teeth. Yet the alicorn continued, heedless of the doctor’s shifting mood. “The things I’ve seen in your mind have shocked me to the core, Mary Parvotti. You are a pervert, a hedonist through and through, who will stop at nothing in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. Unfortunately, that means you and my sister are a perfect match for each other…in fact, I daresay you are the worse influence. I hope Celestia realizes this before she falls even further.”

“Celestia is responsible for her own choices,” the Princess said in imperious third person, “and Celestia fucks whoever she wants, whenever she wants. That’s what it’s called, dear sister. Fucking. You learned how that works, remember?”

Demonstrating the concept, Celestia gave a series of slow, languid thrusts with her cock still squeezed between Mary’s thighs, touching the doctor’s chin and cheeks with the tip and leaving sticky fluid in its wake, while her lover planted soft kisses every time the flat crown came close to her lips. Celestia made sure to maintain eye contact with her sister as all this was happening.

“Mmm, my dear little pony. Fucking feels sooo good, Luna. Like nothing else. I know you have your own proclivities, but for your own sake, you really should try to…”

Celestia’s breath caught. “Oh. Mary doesn’t know, does she?” She gave a wide grin. “Well, we’ll have to fix that. In the interest of full disclosure, you understand.” The Princess suddenly sounded downright mischievous, which gave Mary goosebumps. For better or for worse, she’d learned to be wary when Celestia was in such a mood.

Luna’s only reaction was a slow blink. “I think the Earth atmosphere has started to affect your mind, sister. I have no idea what you mean.”

Celestia chuffed a laugh. “Mary, look at her closely and tell me what you see.” It was a trick question if ever Mary heard one, and she peered at the annoyed-looking alicorn, trying to figure out what Celestia wanted her to notice.

After a few moments, Mary realized that Luna’s right arm was subtly working in a regular motion. She followed the limb down to the silvery hoof, where it was embedded between the Regent’s legs. A spot of clear liquid stained the sheets beneath her midnight hips.

Then, Mary caught a whiff of something. It was a familiar smell, yet subtly different from what she was used to. The undertones were softer and less musky, but there was no mistaking it.

Mary hoped her own smile wasn’t too insufferable. “Princess, I do believe I smell pussy.”

Celestia inhaled deeply through her pink nose. “I concur with your assessment, doctor. I might also add the adjectives needy and overheated. Possibly even ripe.”

Mary bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Excellent analysis. So, Luna. How long were you watching us before you decided to show yourself?”

Luna didn’t hesitate. “Since last night.”

This time, Mary did let out a bark of laughter before catching herself. “Wow. I’m almost flattered. Seeing your big sister stretch out my tiny little human holes got you so wet you had to start hoofing yourself right then and there, huh? But we kept going in my dream, and you kept jilling. God, you still can’t stop, even while I’m talking to you. I’d almost call it rude, if it weren’t so hot.”

“It seems whatever brain disease the Princess contracted is catching,” Luna said flatly, without changing her expression one iota. “You are talking nonsense.”

Even as Luna spoke, the rhythmic motions of her arm sped up a tiny fraction.

There were blind spots, and then there were blind spots. “You like to watch. You really, really like it. You can’t even say what you need in words, but that neglected little pony pussy speaks loud and clear, doesn’t it?”

Taking a chance, Mary reached her arm out and touched Luna’s cutie mark, feeling a muscular hardness in the Regent’s wide flank, in contrast to the matronly softness of Celestia’s jiggly rump. Luna did not make a sound, and her frown did not lessen in the least, but she made no move to push the doctor’s hand away.

“Hypocrite.”

Mary roughly squeezed Luna’s ass in her palm. The simple word was filled with all the venom she could muster, and she let it linger for a while. To Luna’s credit, she did not visibly quail at the accusation, or Mary’s harder grasp…in fact, she scarcely reacted at all. But the offending hoof ceased its motion.

“Continue to waste my time and I will leave you to try fixing that reporter’s shattered psyche yourselves,” Luna said, otherwise ignoring Mary’s provocations as she glared at the lovers. “I’m positive that neither of you have ever given a second thought about the ruins you leave in your wake as you rut your days away. Erin is simply one more loose end that needs to be smoothed down so your reputations can remain pristine. Publicly, anyway.”

There was genuine righteous anger in the Regent’s voice as she condemned Mary and Celestia. “Thankfully, whatever higher powers govern the universe saw fit to send someone to Canterlot who actually does care about those around her, who fights every day to solve problems the Princess never even sees. So by all means, keep doing what you’re doing. As long as there are people like me in the world, we’ll keep it spinning somehow.”

Sometime during Luna’s diatribe, she had moved close enough to Mary that her black nose was inches away from the doctor’s. Mary hadn’t noticed until the Regent went silent, but the sudden proximity wasn’t why Mary felt so abashed. Luna’s earnest devotion to serving the Princess, and by extension everything and everyone she was involved in, was undeniably real. It also had the sound of someone long-suffering because of such dedication. Mary’s caressing hand stopped as it lay, momentarily forgotten, upon Luna’s haunch.

Mary turned to Celestia to try to gauge her thoughts, but the Princess only wore her standard mask of serenity. There would be no insights there. She was about to make an apology when a thought entered her head.

“Wait. Did you see Erin and Celestia that night?”

“I’m glad we can start our discussion at last. Yes, I saw them both. There are cameras and microphones all over this complex, and that includes Celestia’s rooms.”

Mary frowned. “Lt. Kurosawa told me the suite interior didn’t have cameras.”

“Bullshit, of course,” Celestia said mildly from behind her. “I’m sure my sister could examine us at angle she wanted, anywhere in the room.”

“Correct,” Luna said. “There are more monitoring devices in this suite than in the rest of the building combined. For obvious reasons, I suppose.”

It still seemed a little excessive to Mary, but that was beside the point. “Let me put it another way, Luna. You were watching them. The whole time. Weren’t you?”

“I was,” Luna snapped. “And before you speak further: I couldn’t have stopped what was happening. When Celestia is in that…state…all I can do is try to minimize the damage after the fact. My sister is many things, but weak she is not. Forcing the issue never works. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“I wasn’t about to make that accusation,” Mary lied. “But, I am going to make a different one. Your body liked what it saw, didn’t it? You were getting off to them, just like you were to us a few minutes ago.”

“Why would you say something so absurd?” Luna was close enough that Mary could see down her throat as she spoke. The doctor idly wondered if the Regent still had her gag reflex as she continued angrily. “I thought we were taking this seriously for a moment. If that’s not the case-“

Mary’s hand on Luna’s flank resumed its brazen exploration. “I want a simple answer, Luna. Yes or no. Were you hoof-fucking yourself while Celestia was long-cocking Erin? Tell me, Youngest.”

Luna’s eyes blazed with indignation. “You have no right to call me that, human-“

“Her name is Mary,” Celestia interjected firmly. “Horsefucker if you’re nasty, but I suggest you stick with Dr. Parvotti. You will answer her question, Night Regent. Yes…or no.”

The tone brooked no argument, and Luna knew it, just as she knew her sister already knew the answer. She hesitated only a couple of seconds, and when she next spoke, all the pique in her voice was replaced with a flat monotone.

“Yes.”