The Pink Ledger

Chapters

In for a Penny ...
The Bind that Ties
Where It Hurts
The Last Drop
Accounts Receivable

In for a Penny ...

The Manehattanite had obligingly stayed where he was during the brief conference, and he once more tipped his hat and swayed his stallionhood when Twilight returned. “Princess.”

“Ah, yes,” Twilight replied. “I’m here for the … the congress with you, ah…?” She urgently glanced at Wink, who scurried up and whispered to her. “...Steel Beam.”

She approached the bed with a nervous gulp, and paused as the side of the satin sheets brushed against her legs. “Okay, look, uh, it’s been a while for me, and this is all a bit of a surprise, so I’m going to need you to take your time and make sure to-”

“You got it, Princess!” Steel leaped to his hooves on the bed, and then reared up to slap his front hooves on Twilight’s hindquarters. Before she could even yelp in surprise, he’d spun her a quarter-turn to face her away from the bedside. His hat dropped to the sheets … and then his head dipped under her flowing, rippling tail.

Twilight heard herself let out a startled schoolfilly whinny as the stallion’s wide, ever so slightly stubbly muzzle gave a single teasing kiss before he started licking.

“Oh … oh, Celestia, it’s been a while …” she groaned under her breath as lips and tongue probed and pressed and pleased her and hot breath puffed on her most delicate flesh and wet, slippery saliva mingled with her nectar. In spite of herself, in spite of the strangeness and embarrassment of the moment, she felt her temperature start to rise.

“Don’t worry, Highness,” Wink piped up in a comforting tone as she climbed onto the bed beside Steel. “I am here to ensure your comfort …” The Unicorn wrapped a magical grip around Steel’s shaft and tilted it her way, and then she bent to spread a liberal coating of drool down its length from top to bottom.

Her efforts only encouraged the Manehattanite. Twilight heard and felt his needy groan, and soon his nuzzling and licking and ever-so-delicate nipping were wringing gasps and moans from the nervous Princess. Within a minute, Twilight blushed crimson as she invitingly raised her tail.

“O- … Okay…” Twilight panted. “Time for … congress …”

Steel Beam drew back and licked his lips. “You got it, Princess.” He rose up higher at the edge of the bed, stood his front hooves on her croup, and touched his flare to her sex.

“Easy, easy now …” Twilight braced and tried not to tense up as that meaty stallionhood started pushing. She cried out in an entirely surprising kind of surprise when he suddenly and smoothly popped in and buried to the hilt on his first thrust.

The Princess’s startled shriek sent Wink leaping off the bed to stand at attention by her side. “Is there any discomfort, Highness? Do you need more lubrication? A little mood-music? Some liquor?”

“N-No, it’s …” Twilight swallowed down a moan. “... It’s GOOD!” She pushed back against Steel a little, and that was enough to get him thrusting. Twilight spread her wings and raised her head as the sounds of hide slapping on hide filled the room. “My stars, I never … thought he would … fit!”

Wink chuckled softly. “Well, with all due respect, Highness, a Royal Alicorn is significantly larger than a common pony. One would imagine your, ah, proportions, have all expanded to match.”

“Seems plenty tight to me!” Steel remarked as he pistoned his hips with a firm, steady rhythm. "Ahhh … just like the last Princess!”

As much as Twilight had been trying to process the notion, hearing a direct reference to her mentor struck her like a rolling boulder of parasprites. As Steel thrust on and on the obscene notion rolled around in her head and scattered any hope of other thoughts forming. Twilight’s magic shimmered over her engorged clit, tickling and caressing in time with Steel’s pace.

The very idea! Princess Celestia of Equestria, standing right here where she was now, mounted by the same rugged stud, ravished like a common street-trotter. Her idol and mentor, getting pounded with a big, fat cock. It was so outrageous! So lewd! So … so…!

“Hey, easy! Easy, now!” Steel wobbled and stumbled on the edge of the bed as Twilight reared up, snapped her wings straight upright, and clamped down on his shaft with ecstatic spasms. She let out an orgasmic wail that shook masonry dust from the stone ceiling.

Wink craned her neck and lit up her horn; a little magical massage to the stud’s balls was enough to tip the scales, and in moments he was crying out as well and unloading inside the Princess. Sharing her long, quivering peak and then dropping back - and out - once it passed.

Twilight fell back down to all fours, panting. She glanced over her shoulder at the earth pony. “... W-Wow,” she said weakly. “That was-” She caught herself. Wink had explained: Congress for all, supremacy for none. “Ah, that was … very nice. Quite adequate. Uh, thanks?” She turned back ahead and aimed for the door, but then she felt a hoof on her flank. “Huh? Are you already trying for round two-oooh…!”

Steel was still flat on his back on the bed, glossy with sweat, member flagging.

But Wink was back up on the bed, and her bonnet-topped head was under Twilight’s tail.

“I didn’t think this was - ahh! - what you meant by sanitation!” the Princess gasped.

Wink raised her head and licked her soaked muzzle. “If you prefer I can fetch a washcloth, Highness. But I’ve found that this is really the most thorough and effective method.” She briefly nuzzled her nose against the plump purple pucker of Twilight’s backdoor on her way back down. “Mmm… and besides, I’m very much into it.” She resumed her tongue-bath, plunging deep and scooping up and gulping down every drop she could.

“Dang, you and me both,” Steel muttered as he raised his head to watch the show.

Once the maid finished licking and sucking Twilight clean, she turned to the delegate with a playful grin. She crouched down low and then crawled forward, head tilted and mouth gaping, to engulf his half-softened cock. Her throat bulged obscenely as her nose touched his balls.

Twilight couldn’t help but watch. By the time Wink withdrew to lap up the rest of the mess, the Manehattanite’s shaft was back to full hardness. The way inch after inch of that thick, dark flesh emerged from Wink’s rising mouth surreally reminded Twilight of Trixie’s flashy stage-magic tricks.

“Ahhh … Canterlot has the best maids,” Steel said with a dreamy sigh.

Wink chuckled and paused to lift her tail and give a wiggling flash to the delegate before hopping back down and trotting over to her sovereign. “Are you ready to move on, Highness?” she asked. “Or would you prefer to extend this congress for another round?”

Twilight briskly shook her head. “Ah, no. Let’s … let’s just do the full rounds once, and … see how I feel then.”

“Yes, Highness. Of course, Highness.”

Back out in the grand hall, Twilight headed over to the Pink Ledger, picked up a wooden pencil from the lectern, and carefully added a checkmark beside Steel Beam’s name. That done, she plodded over to the fountain and dunked her face while gulping down the cool, fresh water. She came up with a gasp, shook herself mostly dry, and then turned to the closer row of doors. One down, seventeen to go. On that side.

Were they all going to be like that? That intense? That pleasurable? She’d read erotic tales like this in books from the restricted stacks in Canterlot’s Royal Library. But she’d never expected to live through one.

“I think …” Twilight slowly, gingerly sat down. This time the cold stone felt heavenly. “...I think I would like some liquor now, Wink …”

The Bind that Ties

After a few minutes’ rest and a quick slug of pear brandy, Princess Twilight Sparkle resumed her tour of the Diplomatic Congress hall. Now that she knew what to expect and could brace herself - both figuratively and literally - she felt a touch more confident.

The next door acquainted her with Ziyad, a dashing and elegant Saddle Arabian descendant of the original harem concubines gifted to Celestia. Since he was taller than the Equestrian earth pony had been, he was able to mount her more easily, and everything proceeded without difficulty. Winsome Wink diligently licked them both clean, the Princess gave the traditional lukewarm review, and then she and her maid briskly moved on with another check in the Pink Ledger.

After that came a fresher arrival, a sparkling stallion from the Crystal Empire named Eager Emerald, who wanted nothing more than to lay Twilight down on his faceted room’s bed and worship her bared hooves with his mouth. Feeling a skilled tongue massaging her frogs was a novel experience, but not an unappealing one, and being able to simply relax and be pampered soon had her feeling enough at ease to magically jill off while Emerald worked. Twilight left with a smile and a coy so-so gesture, spit-slicked hooves skating on the smooth floor.

“This is going better than I thought it would!” Twilight said as she sat by the Pink Ledger’s lectern and let Wink dry and polish her well-tongued hooves before slipping her golden shoes back on. “I was nervous at first, but they really do just want me to feel good. It’s hard not to give better reviews, you know?”

“I’m so happy things are going well, Highness,” Wink replied. “If I may be so bold, after that last display it’s hard to keep my own mouth off your hooves. He made them seem so delicious!”

The mares shared a giggle, and then Twilight led the way to the next door. “So, who do we have here?” she asked before knocking. She glanced at Wink, only to see the maid levitating a thick black blindfold and affixing it over her own eyes.

“This chamber belongs to Red Tape, the delegate from Canterlot’s own aristocracy. She does not allow commoners to see what transpires inside, Highness.”

“Is she that worried about her reputation?”

Wink shook her head. “No, Highness. Yours.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow - a pointless gesture, she suddenly realized. “Uh, okay. So what does she do?”

“She will mostly explain that herself, Highness. All I am permitted to say is that by entering the room you consent to engage in congress on her terms, and that if you wish to deny her, you must ring the bell by the door. She will entertain no other objections.”

A little of Twilight’s bright, cheery confidence wilted. She swallowed. “Wow. All right, well, as unsettling as that sounds, the last thing I want is to offend half the guest list of the next Gala, so … here goes, I guess?” She knocked twice and then opened the door.

The space inside was decorated with darker, rougher stone than Canterlot’s customary white marble. It was lit with flickering torches in sconces and sparsely furnished, furthering the dungeon-like vibes.

Red Tape herself stood near the back of the room, facing away from the door. She was tall and willowy, and her rosy mane was cinched into a bun secured with enameled metal chopsticks. Her paler pink hide was covered with a dark pencil skirt and a breezy white blouse, and tall, tightly laced black boots hugged her hind legs. She said nothing until Twilight inhaled to speak, at which point she abruptly cut her off:

“The Princess will speak when spoken to.”

Twilight fidgeted a bit. “Ah, sorry, Miss Red Tape, but I just-”

Red Tape turned sharply to face Twilight. Her dark-lined fuchsia eyes narrowed behind a metal-framed pince-nez. “During congress, the Princess will address the delegate as Empress.”

The mare’s strictness and attire stirred up flashbacks of stern librarians and teachers. Forgetting her rulership of an entire nation for a moment, Twilight meekly nodded and mumbled: “Y-Yes, Empress.” A blush hotter than any she’d felt since being ambushed by Steel Beam’s steel beam flared up on her cheeks.

The ‘Empress’ gave the tiniest hint of an approving nod, and then her horn lit up with rich red-orange magic. Nearby, a wooden armoire glowed, opened, and disgorged a stiff dressage whip - the kind coaches used to discipline their showponies in less civilized ages.

“The Princess will remove her regalia, and store it on the shelves by the door.” This time, Red Tape brought the short whip closer to Twilight to emphasize the command. No further back-talk would be tolerated, it seemed.

Twilight swallowed hard, and again replied: “Yes, Empress.” She followed Red Tape’s line of sight and spotted a simple set of wooden shelves hanging on the wall. Beside them, a single silver sleighbell on a thin chain dangled from a metal hook.

She lit up her horn to lift off her crown, peytral, and shoes, but at that same instant the whip swung and gave her a sharp, stinging lash right on the tender flesh of her left cutie mark. She cried out as much in shock as in pain; the expertly judged strike did barely any harm.

Red Tape frowned. “The Princess will not use magic unless explicitly told to or choosing to ring the mercy-bell.” She trotted closer to Twilight, black snake-hide boots clicking, and lit up her horn again. This time, the hardwood cabinet provided a thick band of glossy black crystal. Red Tape seized Twilight with a magical grip around her muzzle, and tugged her head downward. The ring spun down the spiral shaft of her horn until it came to rest against her brow.

“Yes, Empress …” The dampening ring choked Twilight’s magical flow, reducing it to a bare trickle. In this state, ringing that tiny bell would be about all she could even manage. She was bound. Helpless. Her pulse quickened.

“The Princess will remove her regalia, and store it on the shelves by the door.” Red Tape turned and trotted deeper into the room while she waited for Twilight to obey.

Obey she did. Twilight doffed her shoes, shrugged out of her peytral, and tugged off her crown, and then carefully placed each of them on the shelves using her hooves and mouth. Nude outside of bath or bedtime for the first time in a few years, Twilight let out an anxious whimper as she turned back toward Red Tape and awaited further commands.

Red Tape pointed at the floor in front of her with the whip. “The Princess will approach her Empress.”

“Yes, Empress.” Twilight almost took a step forward, but then recalled the sting of that whip. She paused for a moment, and then dropped down to the floor. She wriggled and crawled forward on her belly, and even spread her wings to drag them on the floor.

Once again, Red Tape offered a tiny trace of satisfaction. She lit up her horn and raised up a heavy black bridle fitted with broad blinders and a thick rubber bit. Her magic brushed Twilight’s mane back as she enveloped the Princess’s head with the thing, and wedged the bit between her jaws.

Unable to fully close her mouth now, Twilight was drooling in moments. She squirmed on the floor, and huffed and squeaked around the rubber bit.

“The Princess will be purified. The Princess will be made worthy to please her Empress.”

Red Tape moved to the side, unseen behind the cover of the blinders. She let a silent moment pass, heavy with portent, and then gave Twilight’s flanks another lash. And another. And another.

And another.

As hot, aching welts slowly appeared crisscrossing her cutie marks, Twilight champed at her bit and squinted through tears. With her pampered, protected palace life, it had been years, entire years, since she’d felt anything she could even charitably describe as pain. She’d almost forgotten the sensation. And feeling it like this, so completely robbed of control, so humiliatingly dominated, stirred up a strange, disorienting heat in her nethers. By the time Red Tape relented, Twilight’s glistening, dripping sex was kissing the air.

Red-orange magic squeezed Twilight’s pussy and gave a quick, chiding pinch to her clit. “The Princess will not climax without permission, and never before her Empress does.”

Twilight moaned around her gag. “Y’ff, Mm’prfff…”

More of Red Tape’s magic gripped Twilight’s bridled head, and then the aura pressed tightly around her ring-bound horn. It formed a snug, smooth, cylindrical shield.

“The Princess will keep her eyes downcast and her head still.” Red Tape hiked up her skirt and lifted her tail, revealing cutie marks displaying a rain of bright-red X-marks, and then backed up toward Twilight’s safely sheathed horn. She let out a sigh as the shaft slipped inside her. She soon started rolling her hips, riding Twilight’s face, and once she’d settled into a steady rhythm she reached out with more magic and started stroking Twilight’s feverish cunt.

“Nngh … the Princess … will not … climax before … her Empress…” she warned again as she slowly picked up the pace.

Twilight chewed her bit and braced against the hot, heavy thuds of the other mare’s hindquarters. Every breath was spiced with the scent of Red Tape’s lust. Streaks of her nectar covered Twilight’s face. And every bounce, every thrust, was matched by a firm caress to her pussy. Twilight groaned. Drool dripped from her chin. Her tail lashed the air.

“Yesss … that’s it … the Empress is … ahh … pleased …” Twilight’s erotic anguish only encouraged Red Tape. She bounced faster, harder, breath coming in quickening gasps, until her sex began to clench around Twilight’s shielded horn. She raised the whip and gave a few final, jolting strikes to Twilight’s sides.

“The P-Princess … will climax … NOW!”

Hot wetness covered Twilight’s muzzle as Red Tape cried out in ecstasy. The Unicorn’s fierce command and her wicked whip-stings and her urgent magical stroking could not be denied. Twilight obeyed.

“Y-Y’FFF, MM’PRFF! Y’FFF! Y’FFFFF! NNNHHH!”

For a moment, everything else was gone. Twilight felt outside herself, looking down at a quivering, eye-rolling, bound and bridled alicorn obscenely gushing a puddle onto the dungeon floor with her horn brow-deep inside another mare.

When she came back to her senses, she was sore and sweaty and breathless, sniffling back tears and whimpering like a frightened filly … but inside, she was at peace. Serene. The nagging doubts and fears and anxieties, the thousands of worries and concerns and obligations that usually swirled around her mind were, at least for now, silent.

Red Tape called Wink over with a sharp whistle, and while the blindfolded maid licked her pussy clean, Red Tape took care of unshielding and unbridling and unbinding Twilight herself. She set the props aside and looked down into the Princess’s teary, bleary eyes with a warm, motherly smile, and then gave her musk-bathed mouth a lingering, passionate kiss.

“Did my services satisfy Her Highness?” she asked when their lips parted.

Twilight gave a meek nod. “Yes, Em- … ah, yes, Red Tape. Quite satisfactory, indeed.”

The unicorn nodded, and then continued her gentle aftercare. She licked Twilight’s face clean, and then her nethers as well. She applied cooling, soothing ointment to her welts, and ran a brush through the tangles in her flowing mane and tail. She even helped Twilight back into her regalia.

Back out in the grand hall, Twilight heaved a shaky sigh as she checked off Red Tape’s name in the Pink Ledger. “Wink …?”

The maid removed her blindfold. “Yes, Highness?”

“I would like to send a letter to my friend Rarity. I need to tell her I’m going to be attending her next midnight masquerade, after all.”

Where It Hurts

Despite the intensity of her time in Red Tape’s dungeon, Twilight emerged on the other side with renewed drive. She’d endured. She coped with a new kind of crisis in a way that she felt would have made her old mentor proud … though the thought of Princess Celestia being horn-locked, bridled and whipped made her need a moment to catch her breath.

Twilight and Winsome Wink moved on, and the next delegate met her arrival with a burst of glitter and some flashing, glowing, enchanted-glass signs. Pepper Pizzazz, the Los Pegasus delegate, was a flashy, boisterous earth pony showmare with a flair for performance, a winning smile, and a ribbed, gold-plated, strap-on dildo. She played peppy, energetic jazz on a phonograph during their congress, and the pumping of her toned hips kept the tempo perfectly.

After two mares it was back to males with Captain Gust, a gruff and serious Cloudsdale pegasus stallion who rutted Twilight on a low-hanging storm-cloud in a room painted with open-sky perspective murals, and jolted her hide with tiny, tickling, tingling lightning bolts throughout. He raised the cloud to the ceiling afterward to cool them off with a refreshing rainshower, and he saluted her when she left.

Once she’d dried off, Twilight came to a door that was solid metal instead of the usual wood. She frowned. “Who’s in here, Wink? And why do I smell smoke?”

“Here you can find Sizzle, the delegate from the Dragon Lands, Highness.”

Twilight froze. “A dragon …”

“Yes, Highness. There are delegates from every faction and nation on good terms with Equestria.”

“Yes, of course. Obviously the dragons wouldn’t have let others have an edge they didn’t, it’s not in their nature.” The door stayed unopened. “I half-expected there would be other creatures in the hall, it would be strange for them to scrounge up a pony to send …” She started pacing in front of the door, and spoke on. “But still, the idea of … congress … with a bunch of non-ponies, it’s so … I mean, I’ve never …” She swished her tail. “Don’t misunderstand, though! I grew up with a dragon, he’s like a little brother to me! Plus, I founded a school teaching interspecies friendship! It’d be hypocritical of me to have any misgivings. But still …” She paused and stared at the fireproof door. “Celestia really did this? With all of them?”

“Princess Celestia left no one out in her upkeep of the Pink Ledger, Highness,” Wink said with a nod. “And, if I may dare to speak on her behalf, she seemed quite satisfied with Sizzle’s efforts. Though I should add that she made sure to invoke Moonstone’s Magma Mitigation ahead of time.”

Twilight heaved a sigh. “Right. Okay, well, new experiences broaden a pony, right? And every… everycreature has sent their best lovers. So, I’ll keep an open mind. It’s only fair. Let’s get warded, hmm?” She lit up her horn. Soft, fuzzy, snowflake-like motes poured from the tip and rained down over her body, spreading a skintight aura of protection. Wink performed the spell as well. With both of them shielded against flames, Twilight gave the metal door a few deep thuds with magic and then entered.

She gasped.

The dragon delegate lounged on a wide, flat slab of stone in the middle of a magically sustained pool of lava that dominated the rock-floored room. He had broad shoulders, a meaty tail, sharp-angled wings, a lantern jaw … and scales and fins in shockingly familiar shades of pale purple and green.

“Sheesh, took ya long enough, pony!” Sizzle rolled onto his scaled belly and hoisted up into a sitting position with his clawed feet stirring the bubbling molten rock. He snorted out an annoyed puff of black smoke from his nostrils.

Twilight pushed down the memories stirred up by the dragon’s color scheme, and focused on the matter at hoof. Sizzle was actually employing dragon etiquette - asserting dominance, displaying aggression, and waiting for his counterpart to respond in kind. She squeezed her muzzle into a disapproving sneer, and stomped sparks off the stone floor with a gold-shod hoof.

“Shut up, reptile!” she barked. “You’re not here to talk!”

Sizzle raised his head-fins in surprise, but then flashed a fang-toothed grin and chuckled. He patted the slab and nodded Twilight over.

The Princess nodded back, and trotted up to the lava. She only paused for a moment before stepping down into the hellish soup. The spell shimmered blue-white for a moment, and then the volcanic pool felt as pleasant as a nice, hot bath. The stuff came up to her belly when she touched bottom. She waded to the slab and then climbed up to join Sizzle. Don’t think about how he looks. Just play the role. She flipped her mane and let out her best huffy whicker. “So, you’re really the best you clay-chewers had to offer? Oh, well. I guess you’ll have to do.”

A ripple of frustration swept over the dragon. But he also licked his chops. “Yeah, sorry I didn’t serve any snacks. Maybe I can fuck you on the front lawn instead, and you can get some GRAZING in!” He rose and stomped toward her, flexing his curved talons.

Twilight met him halfway, wings spread, tail swishing, ears pinned back. They locked eyes in a searing staredown, muzzles barely an inch apart. “The rest of them have all done fine so far. It’s gonna be really embarrassing when you turn out to be trash and mess up a six-hundred-year streak.”

“Big talk from a horsey who took a couple years to even find the guts to show up!”

Twilight scowled. “Savage!”

Sizzle scowled back. “Wimp!”

“LIMP-DICK LIZARD!”

“CHOKE ON ‘EM, NERD!”

They both lunged at once. Sizzle raised himself with his tail and used all four limbs to grip and lean and wrench, and then Twilight slammed down on her side on the rock bed. Sizzle tilted his head to clamp his jaws over her muzzle, and then his long, forked tongue shoved into her mouth to flick and push and coil around her own.

Up close, the beast had a pungent, masculine scent that overpowered even the acrid fumes of the lava. Twilight knew from her studies that dragon pheromones were very intense. But it was different inhaling the real thing.

His rough, powerful paws groped and squeezed her as they fiercely tongue-wrestled. Whenever his claws threatened to prick or scratch her hide, she made sure to respond with a metal-plated kick to his tough belly scutes. He kissed and caressed until Twilight’s mouth tasted like campfire smoke, and then came up with a gasp and kept up the motion until he tipped over to face the opposite way.

“Unwrap your presents, Prin-cess,” he said as he thrust his bulging sheath toward her face. Somehow he made the title sound like an insult. “Better see if they’re too big for you!” He snaked his head downward and dragged his tongue around Twilight’s teats in mild curiosity before pushing further back in search of his true quarry.

Twilight didn’t dignify the lazy jab with a retort. She just dropped her head, pressed her lips over the slit in his scutes, and started roughly, firmly licking. Once the flesh began to respond and spread, she shoved her tongue inside.

“OOF! H-Hey!” Sizzle yelped from between Twilight’s hind legs. “Don’t dig up quartz before it changes color!”

Twilight lifted her head. A string of drool briefly linked her grinning mouth and his glistening slit. “Aww, sorry! Am I being too rough with you?” She offered a mischievous chuckle and a coy wink of her eye.

Sizzle fumed - literally. Smoke wreathed his face as a low grow rumbled in the back of his throat. “Nah, it’s fine. It’s your castle. We’ll do it your way!” He brought an index-claw up to his muzzle, spit-coated it with his tongue, and then unceremoniously jammed it up Twilight’s ass.

Twilight jerked on her side, trying to buck with no ground under her hooves. She let out a high-pitched whinny through hard-clenched teeth as the dragon started pumping the invading finger in and out while returning to licking her pussy.

It took a long moment, but she managed to gather her wits. She forced a slow breath and then answered, as airily as she could: “Is that all you got?” Before he could answer, she went back to tongue-tormenting his sheath.

Both of them were past words for a time. They licked and sucked, nibbled and nuzzled, huffed and slurped and dared one another to be the first to call time-out. And by and by, Sizzle’s gifts to the ruling Princess presented themselves. Twilight had known what to expect, but just like the dragon’s potent, dizzying musk, the reality of a matched pair of tapered, curved, precum-oozing reptilian cocks in her face made her stop and stare.

Sizzle drew back from her crotch for a moment. “Heh. Wassa-matter, horsey? Speechless?” He swayed his hips to make his double member wiggle.

“Oh, ah,” Twilight gave her head a quick shake to clear it. “I was just waiting to see if they’d get any bigger.”

Sizzle gouged his talons into the stone and hurled himself up and around to loom over Twilight, smoking like a furnace. “Overgrown snack!”

Twilight rolled onto her belly and then raised her tail. She met his stare over her shoulder. “Ice-cold snow-gecko!”

“I oughta roast you, not fuck you!”

“Well pick one, already! Anything’s better than hearing you talk!”

Sizzle pounced. Iron-hard claws stung Twilight’s hide as he angled his hips, lined himself up, and then rammed both cocks into her spit-lubed holes.

Twilight spread her wings and shrieked in furious ecstasy. Despite the beast’s rough, armored hide, his members were slick and smooth as an eel’s skin, and his double-thrusts were entirely new for her. She huffed and gasped and pushed back against him until she caught her breath enough to keep goading him:

“C’mon, Fizzle! Is that the best you can do?”

He redoubled his efforts, filling the air with the rhythmic slap of scales on skin. “Grrr…! Flower-eating wimp!”

“Gravel-gargling blunt-tooth!” Twilight held tight to the anger and distaste, even as the literal and sexual heat of the moment built. It was vital. She had to keep things rude. Angry. Standoffish. She couldn’t like him.

Sizzle hammered Twilight’s ass and pussy until the alicorn was inches from the lava, and then he deliberately gave an even harder shove to make her forequarters drop off the edge.

Twilight got a faceful of liquid stone, briefly blind and deaf in a world of airless light and smothering mass, and then came up with an enraged cry. “Don’t stop now, you damp newt!”

With a fire-leaking snarl, Sizzle pushed again and dropped them both fully into the lava-bath. They thrashed and splashed and sent heavy, searing dollops splattering about as they both neared their limits.

So close. Almost there. Twilight just had to keep him angry, keep him rude. Keep him an opponent, so she wouldn’t think about her own sweet, kind, loving, supportive-

Sizzle flopped down between Twilight’s wings and gripped her peytral for leverage. He thrust in deep, right to the dual hilt, and then cried out in pure, non-confrontational pleasure as his cocks began to pulsate. Too lost in the moment to be a jerk about it.

And as Twilight felt two dragon-dicks begin to pump searing-hot loads inside her, as she felt strong, solid, scaly purple arms embracing her and smooth scutes pressing on her back, as she heard a happy, smoke-scented groan, her treacherous mind helplessly whirled to thoughts of-

“SPIKE!”

The shriek would have been terribly embarrassing, if only Twilight hadn’t been too busy cumming to focus on it.

Once the moment passed, Sizzle eased out and dismounted. Leaking droplets of dragon-seed hissed and vaporized as they fell into the lava. He dunked himself under the lava and then came up to heave a satisfied sigh. “So, did I rock your world, or what?”

“I’m definitely shaken,” Twilight said to herself under breath as what just transpired sank in like a boulder dissolving in a volcano. But when she glanced Sizzle’s way, she remembered to deliver the most casual “You were fine” she could muster as she climbed out of the lava, shook off a few lingering chunks of the stuff, and then headed for the door.

Sensing the tension of the moment, Wink silently followed, and waited until they were back in the grand hall to start cleaning the Princess off.

“Is something the matter, Highness?” Wink asked as she reared up to lick. Her warded tongue shimmered cool blue as it touched Twilight’s steaming, lava-dunked flesh.

Twilight hung her head. “I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“If I may say, Highness, in all fairness, the Royal Advisor IS a very appealing young dragon.” She tongued the line of an oozing dollop to its source, and gulped.

Twilight frowned. “But he’s FAMILY! I could NEVER do that with him! It’s wrong! Sick!”

“And you didn’t, Highness. You did it with Sizzle.” She covered Twilight’s clit with her ivory lips and caved in her cheeks.

“Ooh, careful …” Twilight groaned. “And I know! I know that! But in my head …”

With the overflow managed, Wink tilted her head higher and once more gave an affectionate nuzzle to the Princess’s puffy, sore, freshly ravished pucker. “With all due respect, it was the Royal Princess Luna’s destiny to police others’ dreams, not mine, Highness. What we imagine and what we actually do are very different things.” Her eyelids fluttered as she pushed her tongue inside.

“I …” Twilight winced as Wink tended to her aching ass. “I guess you do have a point. But in future … a-ahh … let’s wait to chat until AFTER the cleanup is over, okay?”

Wink swished her tail. “Mmmm … Y’ff, Hhh-mff…”

The Last Drop

Back on track after dipping her hindquarters in the fountain for a little while, Twilight picked up the pace.

Sky Spirit, a pegasus mare from Somnambula, got her off without even touching her, using nothing but a ritual circle of shining glowpaz crystals and a chanted, humming aura-massage.

An absolutely enormous Yakyakistani bull named Yash briefly worried her, but he soon explained his specialty was giving oral. Twilight tensed up anew, however, when two pounds of muscular yak tongue fucked her as hard as any cock she’d taken so far.

Kelly Green, a genderfluid unicorn raver from Trottingham, offered her a little white tablet to help nurture her ‘vibes’, and then invited Twilight to dance with them to pulsing, thudding, magically-produced music until a giddy and hypersensitive high triggered a powerful climax from a single hug and a deep, passionate kiss.

Griffonstone delegated Grant, a regal, elegant, dark-feathered male who performed extended and surprisingly arousing wing-preening foreplay before a gentle and sensuous mounting with a cock that tickled and stimulated with soft feline barbs.

On and on, male and female and more, ponies and creatures and more. Door after door, delegate after delegate, check after check in the Pink Ledger, interspersed with Wink’s unabashed and thorough aftercare.

Hayseed swamp and the surrounding bayou territories sent Cornucopia, an earth pony mare who swallowed an alchemical potion and proceeded to temporarily grow a stallion’s equipment for the congress. Twilight offered no special praise or favor, as usual, but she did ask Winsome Wink to see if she could secure a copy of the potion’s recipe. Purely for research purposes, of course.

Scarabid, the colorful and eager-to-please delegate provided by the Changelings offered to become anyone Twilight wanted, but she encouraged him to stay as he was. He still made sure to alter his member’s shape and texture to maximize her pleasure, however.

On and on, door after door, delegate after delegate, check after check.

Hours later, with just enough time for congress and cleanup before she had to go and raise the moon, Twilight and Wink reached the final door at last.

“Hasani, abada delegate from Farasi,” Wink cued.

“The Zebra homeland? Ah, I’ve always wanted to visit!” Twilight knocked and entered.

The two-horned, long-tailed, slim-limbed, tan-coated stallion lay on his belly on an expansive heap of silken pillows in the middle of a room decorated with golden accents, enlivened with imported plants, and lit from above with an enchanted golden crystal lamp. Creeper vines webbed the walls. Potted shrubs and bushes swelled with bright, juicy fruit and berries. A rich, sweet, and difficult to identify scent filled the air. “Ah, Princess.” He flipped his long, leaf-dotted green mane and flashed a warm smile. “You are as beautiful as your artistic depictions promised.”

Twilight blushed and waved off the praise with a wing. “I bet you say that to all the Royal Alicorns you meet.”

“So far, yes,” he said with a playful chuckle.

“So anyway,” Twilight said as she trotted toward the pillows, “now I’m curious. What’s your specialty?”

The abada half rolled, and revealed a long, slim, dusky member that suited his frame, unsheathed and ready for action. “Suck it, Princess.”

Twilight frowned flatly. “You can’t be serious.”

He let out that coy laugh again. “I am, but please, allow me to explain.” He nodded at the assorted greenery ringing the room. “Through a disciplined process of diet, exercise, herbal mixtures, and my own magic, I have sought to elevate my personal scent and flavor to the peak of perfection. Surely you have noticed my enticing perfume permeating this chamber?”

Twilight perked up. “Wait, that’s YOU? I thought it was the plants!”

“Not a flower to be found among them, Princess. What you smell is your partner for congress.” He flexed, and gave his belly a little drum with that sleek shaft. “So…?”

The Princess slowly, cautiously crept onto the pillows and hunkered down, muttering to herself. “I swear, if this is a crude prank, I’m going to be so-” She trailed off when she got within a hoof-span of Hasani’s stallionhood.

“I beg your pardon, Princess?” Hasani asked with a gleam in his emerald eyes. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Twilight slowly filled her lungs, nostrils flaring. She shivered on the exhale, and then leaned in until her muzzle touched that firm, dark flesh. “I … I was … saying … uh …” She sniffed again, more eagerly. And again. And again. Her trembling lips parted, and she took a timid, uncertain lick.

“Oh, Highness! The pillows!” Wink scurried up behind Twilight and jammed her head under the Princess’s tail to start licking up her copiously oozing lust.

Meanwhile, Twilight huffed and nuzzled and licked him from the base of his balls to the top of his flare. She rolled her eyes and quivered her wings as she took in his scent and taste. “S-Stars above…!” she moaned as she gripped the base of his shaft with magic and angled him toward her mouth. “You’re Del-” She barely caught herself in time. “Nnhh … um, you’re … hahhh … d-doing just fine.” Her mouth gaped, and she whickered in bliss as she engulfed his cock to the midpoint.

Wink kept up her tidying efforts behind while Twilight bobbed her head and dragged her tongue over his length and milked out sweet, delectable precum with ripples of magic.

Hasani simply lay there and moaned happily, lounging and relaxing the same way Twilight had during her brush with hoof-worship.

Lewd, throaty gurgles and clicks filled the air as Twilight sloppily savored the delegate’s member. With her near-frantic eagerness, it didn’t take long for his balls to tighten and his shaft to start pulsating.

Twilight urgently popped her mouth free and then positioned herself as the prime target, mouth gaping and drool-dripping tongue lolling. Her rippling magic jerked him off at maximum speed. “Ahhh…”

With one more cry of pleasure, Hasani unleashed spurt after sweet, delicious spurt of hot, thick seed. Oozing strands crisscrossed Twilight’s tongue and muzzle and brow. A dollop clung to her glowing horn. More dripped onto her peytral.

She gulped down everything that landed in her mouth, and when the spurting slowed to a halt she leaned in again to suck and milk out every last bit she could.

Even over the intoxicating scent of Twilight’s sopping cunt, Wink caught a whiff of the abada’s cum. She hummed hungrily and then moved to Twilight’s front to assist with the cleanup.

Twilight was wiping it up with magic everywhere she could, and sucking up the hovering droplets. When Wink licked up more from unnoticed spots, Twilight snowballed them out of the maid’s mouth. After a few repetitions of that, though, Twilight just shoved Wink back onto the pillows and made out with her for a while.

“Truly, this nation’s maids are above reproach,” Hasani said as he watched.

The comment brought Twilight back to her senses. She rose up from the kiss and cleared her throat. “Oh, ah, we were just …” She sighed. “... I’m too tired to be clever. Pretend I came up with something witty.”

“Ah…!” said Hasani brightly. “I see, that explains it completely!” He smiled and nodded.

Twilight and Wink emerged from the chamber, and Twilight put the final checkmark into the Pink Ledger. Every active delegate had been visited. The books were balanced.

“Wink,” Twilight said as she closed the book, “you’ve been so helpful through all of this, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to let me do WHATEVER I want to you. If that kiss back there was out of line-”

Wink raised a hoof. “I was as eager for it as you were, Highness, I assure you. As I said earlier, I’m into it. But if in future you wish to confirm a partner’s consent, perhaps it would be wiser to do so BEFORE she spends an entire day eating cum out of your pussy and asshole?” She wiggled her eyebrows, paused for a beat … and then both mares shared a weary, accomplished laugh.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Later, after a moment’s rest and a carefully-navigated scurry back to the upper towers to raise the moon, Twilight and Winsome Wink both stood in the royal bath chambers and enjoyed a thorough, soapy, and well-earned rubdown by attendants with nothing but business on their minds.

“You know, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” Twilight mused as she squinted through suds. “Meeting all those ponies, all those creatures … experiencing all those cultures and ways of … congress … it really reminded me of how varied and wonderful the world can be. I guess I understand a little better now how Princess Celestia did it for so long. Even though it’s allegedly about keeping the other nations happy, I can see what she got out of it. And you know what? I think I’ll keep it up! At least as often as she did, anyway.”

“That’s marvelous, Highness,” Wink said with a smile. “Simply marvelous. The delegates will be so pleased.” The attendants prepared fresh water for rinsing. Wink braced to receive the downpour. “After all, with the long delay before you arrived they all were on the verge of giving up and going home!”

Cascading water cut off Twilight’s chagrined reply.

THE END

Accounts Receivable

Princess Twilight Sparkle raised her wings, the Sun, and Equestria’s hopes for a prosperous new day … and then promptly got lost on her way back to the throne room.

“Shoot, I thought both stairways mirrored each other …”

She stubbornly refused to teleport. It was only proper for a Princess to be able to find her own way in her own palace, if only for emergency purposes. And besides, if she wasn’t sure of her departure point she might arrive slightly off at the arrival point, and dropping five feet to the floor wouldn’t be proper at ALL.

She trotted through the polished marble and alabaster corridors flanked by statues and paintings of herself and the Royal Pony Sisters, and succeeded in making herself even more lost.

She let out a flustered whicker. “I was at the top and I want to get to the ground floor,” she grumbled. “Why is this so hard? Should I find somepony and ask?” Her voice faintly echoed in the completely unoccupied hallway. “Hmph. I guess not.”

She turned around to retrace her steps only to pause partway, face to face with a towering set of unfamiliar wooden double doors carved with a massive heart shape at the top across their span, and two long chains of interlinked smaller hearts trailing down from it on either side.

“Huh. Is this a guest room for Cadance, or something?” She lit up her horn and got a feel for the doors with magic. They didn’t seem locked. She shoved them wide, ready for anything … and found nothing.

Just another high-ceilinged grand hall, this time decorated with columns and archways suggesting dozens of doors. The only other features in the elegant stone space were a simple flowing fountain at the far back wall and, closer by, a nondescript stone lectern displaying a weathered, slightly dogeared book with a scuffed and shabby soft-cover dyed garish, vibrant pink.

Twilight beelined for the book without a second thought.

“That looks like a ledger from the Office of the Treasury,” she said to herself as she levitated it over for a closer look. “But this isn’t part of the color-coding system. Purple for unicorn communities, blue for pegasi, brown for earth ponies, gray for international commerce. What are YOU?” She stopped turning and examining the book, took a slow, steadying breath, and then opened it.

No secret villain scheme, no shocking secret, no new spell of friendship. Not even any numbers. Just a list of dozens and dozens of names, with a series of tick-marks beside them in orderly rows. The earliest names were crossed out, and more had been added again and again in different pencils and inks and at different times. Name after name, all checked off over and over. As she’d gotten settled in her royal role Twilight had pored over stacks of family trees and government registries and royal lineages, but none of these names looked familiar.

“Good morning, Highness. Will you be making the rounds today?”

Twilight yelped and flapped and stumbled to one side in a decidedly improper fashion. She got ahold of herself and looked down to focus on a petite unicorn mare with an off-white hide, a blonde mane, and a classic frilly maid uniform.

“Making the …?” Twilight frowned. “I’m sorry, but could you elaborate a little? Even a few years in, I’m still untangling Princess Celestia’s duties and dealings.”

“Of course, Highness.” The maid performed a quick, dainty curtsey. “I am Winsome Wink, the twenty-seventh Custodian of Diplomatic Congress. I am here to help ensure that the Pink Ledger remains balanced, and that your obligations are met to the highest standards of simplicity, satisfaction and sanitation. I am at your disposal.” She opted for a formal bow, dropping her forequarters especially low. Her black skirt flipped slightly, and flashed a glimpse of her cutie mark: a slice of fruit cobbler crowned with a massive dollop of whipped topping.

Twilight glanced from the bowing maid, to the still-floating pink ledger, and back again. “All right, but what IS the Pink Ledger? What’s all this about? You mentioned diplomacy? So this is about affairs of state?”

Wink nodded. “Exactly that, Highness. This wing of the castle is populated with delegates from every major political faction and international neighbor of Equestria, all of whom patiently await your presence to engage in congress, in accordance with a proud tradition dating back to the original establishment of the hazayir almahziaat more than six hundred-”

“Congress,” Twilight cut her off. “As in, coming together in a group?”

“Yes, Highness, if you are so inclined. It’s certainly quicker that way.”

The Princess leafed through the Pink Ledger’s many pages again, but they offered no further insights. “Maybe it’s better if I just make the rounds first, like you suggested. I suppose I should introduce myself and apologize for the delay. I wish I’d known I had a whole grand hall of diplomats waiting to meet me all this time! They must be pretty sore about it …”

Wink shook her head. “Oh no, they’re far too experienced to get sore so easily, Highness.”

“Ah, right. Okay. Well, let’s get going then, I suppose. It looks like there are a lot of chambers in here…” Twilight trotted toward the closest doorway. Her gold-shod hooves rang out on the uncarpeted marble floor. Facing a simple wooden door set back in a deep archway, Twilight performed the calming and focusing ritual Cadance had taught her ages ago, and then gave the door three firm knocks with a forehoof.

“Welcome, Princess!” a male voice called out from the other side. “If you are ready to enter, then so am I!”

While Twilight took hold of the door with magic, Wink scurried up to stand beside it, cleared her throat, and then loudly proclaimed: “HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, PRINCESS TWILIGHT SPARKLE OF EQUESTRIA!”

“You don’t have to do that every time, really,” Twilight remarked as she swung open the door. “I kind of prefer things less focused on decorum and PENIS!?” Her tall, sleek body bunched to a halt in the doorway as her eyes locked on the first diplomat’s state of readiness.

“Hi there,” the Manehattan delegate said with a tip of the fedora that was the only piece of clothing he wore. “Y’know, you’re even sexier up close.” The forest-green earth pony lounged on his back, propped up by the heart-shaped headboard on a Princess-sized bed that dominated the simple, studio-apartment-like quarters. And his proud, jade-dark skyscraper jutted up from his loins, unsheathed and girthy and-

“Big…” Twilight shook her head to clear it. “Ah, I mean, there’s been a BIG misunderstanding!” She snapped her head down and aside to meet Wink’s eyes, and lowered her voice while shrouding them both with a wing.. “Did I miss something here? What does he think he’s DOING with … that … uncovered?” A rich, burning blush darkened the Princess’s lavender cheeks.

Wink stared flatly for a beat, and then perked up, wide-eyed. “Oh. Oh…! Of course, my apologies, Highness! Please, allow me to rectify this oversight for you …” The maid trotted out from behind Twilight’s broad wing and approached the bed. Her horn ignited in luxurious purple, and then a glossy, snug coating of magic enveloped the offending member. Wink inhaled and unleashed another booming pronouncement: “HER ROYAL HIGHNESS INSISTS ON THE USE OF PROTECTION!”

“Fine by me,” the stallion said with a nod. “Better safe than sorry!” He flexed his abdomen, and the now glowing shaft gave an inviting forward-and-back sway.

Twilight’s bewildered frown threatened to drop right off the bottom of her flushed face. “That is not REMOTELY what I was asking about, Wink!”

“Ah, I’m so sorry, Highness!” The maid gave a curtsey, and then the prophylactic aura vanished. Wink threw her head back and bellowed: “CORRECTION! HER ROYAL HIGHNESS PREFERS TO RAW-DOG IT!”

“Ho-ho! You had me going for a second, you naughty Princess …” The stallion swung his shaft again, this time hard enough to give a drum or two against his rock-solid stomach.

“That isn’t…! I mean, I use an herbal tea to … but you …” Twilight finally found enough wits to spread her wings, stomp a hoof, and anxiously but sternly shout: “WH-WHY IS YOUR DICK OUT!?”

Both Wink and the stallion started at the outburst. The delegate’s proud hard-on lost a tiny measure of firmness.

“Uh … for the congress?” he offered cautiously. “That’s why you’re here, right, Princess? The Ledger?”

Twilight was silent and still for a long moment, and then she turned on her hooves, seized Wink with magic, and dragged her toward the door. She tossed a quick “please excuse us for a moment” over her shoulder on the way.

Back out in the grand hall, Twilight slid Wink into place facing her and took another cleansing breath. And then another. And a third for good measure.

“Winsome Wink … clearly I was wrong to interrupt you, earlier. Please FULLY explain what’s going on here.”

Wink curtseyed. Again. “Of course, Highness. As I said, the practice of Diplomatic Congress has a rich history dating back centuries. It all began with the gift of trained royal concubines from a Saddle Arabian Sultana. Eager to avoid offending a fellow leader, Princess Celestia accepted the gift, and made regular use of the concubines’ talents.”

Twilight chewed on the words like saltwater taffy, but they became no easier to digest. “Princess Celestia … had … a harem.”

Wink nodded. “Yes, Highness. Purely for diplomatic reasons - just as we still tend to the pond-koi gifted to Equestria by the ruler of Neighpon. But of course, a harem is a more, ah, intimate gift than some colorful fish. And soon other power-players caught wind of it. They insisted on offering up bedmates of their own, for fear that pleasure might sway the Princess’s decisions and give the Saddle Arabians a political edge. Soon every major power in the world had gifted their most skilled and eager lovers for the Princess’s enjoyment. And now that she’d accepted one, she could hardly be so rude as to refuse the others, could she?”

Realization dawned across Twilight’s features. “The Pink Ledger …”

“Yes, Highness.” Wink said with a nod. “Even partaking in one faction’s concubines more frequently or more favorably than another’s risked sparking an international incident. And so, to foster friendship and prosperity, Her Royal Highness made sure to regularly engage in congress with each delegate an equal number of times, and to declare none of them superior or inferior to their fellows. Over time, a courtesy to the factions became a challenge between them, and focus on pleasure blunted focus on war. Thus, Equestria enjoyed ten centuries of peace.”

Twilight sat down heavily. The stone floor felt icy on her nethers. “The Princess … established world peace … by having sex with everypony.”

“With everyone, yes,” Wink agreed.

“And now, they’re expecting ME to … do that … w-with all of them …” Twilight’s eyes darted to the archways covering the sides of the hall. Her keen mind helplessly counted. Six … nine … fifteen … twenty-two …

Wink nodded again. “None or all, most definitely. If you decide to engage in Diplomatic Congress, equality is crucial … unless your Highness wishes to offer insult to a particular faction by snubbing them, of course. That’s your prerogative.”

“Oh. Oh gosh. Oh … omigosh …” Twilight struggled not to hyperventilate. Memories of Celestia’s penchant for sitting on big, soft, delicate pillows flickered through her mind. SHE must have been the sore one …!

“Is something the matter, Highness?” Wink tilted her head and frowned in concern. “If there’s any way I can make the experience more comfortable for you, please do not hesitate to ask. As Custodian, I am here to provide assistance, props, lotions, name reminders… oh, and to clean up afterward.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “That’s my favorite part.”

Twilight glanced back at the door she’d fled from. And then at its many fellows. And then back at the bright-eyed, cheerful, casually perverse maid. “Celestia really did this?”

“Once every month or two for six hundred and thirty-six years, yes, Highness.”

Thoughts of past ordeals paraded through Twilight’s imagination. Nightmare Moon’s imposing menace. Discord’s surreal horrors. Sombra’s cruel visions. The Storm King’s mercenary greed. Pinkie Pie’s bachelorette party. Was this really such a daunting task, in comparison? Especially in exchange for world peace? And besides, it HAD been an awfully long dry spell for her …

Twilight took the longest, deepest, slowest cleansing breath of her life, and then gave a firm nod. “...Fine. After everything I’ve done to keep Equestria safe over the years, I’m not going to turn my back on a whole castle-wing of guests who are only here to … to please me.” She turned toward the first door. “Let’s get started.”