Dignity and Decorum

Celestia had recovered strangely fast. Whenever Rarity climaxed, she usually went down for the count quickly after. Maybe alicorns simply were more enduring in the bed than other ponies? She decided to ask Twilight sometime during the next heat season.

She scurried after Celestia, who still smelled wonderfully sweet after her bath. She opened the second set of doors.

This room was nearly empty.

In front of her stood four wooden blocks, each one about twice as tall as her hoof was long and about a third of that in width and breadth. The only other thing in this room was a painting. Princess Platinum was simply sitting on a divan, instantly recognizable to any unicorn. Her long silver mane was draped behind her back and the luxurious tail pooled at the floor next to her. The eyes were piercing silver and seemed far, far more alive than on any other painting Rarity had seen, and her mouth was locked in a curious, evaluating look. She was staring directly at Rarity.

She barely resisted the urge to curtsey to the portrait.

Celestia approached, and Rarity turned to face the living princess. "The good news is that this trial often does not take more than a few minutes," Celestia cooed. She magicked up the wooden blocks and sat them down a little distance from one another in a rectangle. Rarity looked at them attentively.

"Please stand on the blocks and face the painting," Celestia said.

Rarity obeyed. It was difficult. The blocks' surfaces were smaller than her hooves', and they were just tall enough to feel wobbly under her. It didn't help that the blocks were spaced too wide for her, forcing her to stand with every leg spread. It was decidedly uncomfortable. Once she was in position her legs were already aching from the unnatural stance.

"Now Rarity!" Celestia smiled. "This trial is a simple test of your ability to maintain poise and grace, even in the most explosive circumstances! If you use any magic or you touch the floor before you cum nicely, you fail. Else, you become a noble."

"Wh-what?" Rarity asked. "But- who-?"

"I will of course," Celestia chirped. "I wouldn't let a pony into my court without a little taste, would I?" She smacked her lips loudly. "And for being so generous, I think you have kept me waiting long enough."

Rarity felt her heart flutter in her chest. "Are there… no other rules?" she asked. "Must I be quiet?" If so, then this trial was going to be nigh impossible for her.

"No." Celestia beamed. "Scream as loud as you want. As long as you remain standing and don't use magic, you can do whatever you want."

Rarity nodded.

"Now, to make this a little more fun for you… and me…"

A triangular bottle appeared before her, shaped like a stark pink alicorn. Celestia pushed down the spray mechanism and applied a large dose of Cadance's Estrus directly to Rarity's muzzle.

"Will you please lift your tail, Rarity?"

Just one breath was all it took for it to rise on its own accord.

"Oh my…" Celestia smiled. "Already so wet? Rarity, just what were you thinking when you washed me? What will the janitor think when he mops the water by my basin and smells this?"

Rarity felt like her face had caught fire, so hot was her blush. Just the idea… somepony having to bring out the mops and soap to clean up her… her juices from the floor!

"S-so sorry, Princess," she whimpered.

"What for, little pony?"

Rarity was surprised she hadn't burnt to ashes already with how hot her shame was.. "F-for… for dripping my… my…!" Rarity took a deep, shuddering breath. "For dripping my cum all over your floor!" she cried. She wanted to run away and hide under her bed and not come out for maybe a decade or so.

"There are worse things to have on the floor," Celestia tittered. "But enough talk. You look so tense. I think you need some… release."

Rarity whinnied meekly and nodded. This was new to her, to be so completely in the hooves of another pony. Celestia's soothing voice was the only thing that calmed her a little bit, enough for her to be more excited than she was afraid.

She heard Celestia sit down behind her. Rarity didn't see as much as feel her leaning forward.

Was she going to… lick her there? Rarity's heart felt like it took a leap in her chest. Celestia was going to lick her pussy? She had only let a few ponies do that to her before.

Celestia was going to… to taste her.

Rarity felt her insides squirm. What if Celestia didn't like it?

She did not get the time to think further about it. Celestia took a deep sniff, then exhaled with a hum of approval, sending a warm draft of air over Rarity's swollen hole. "Hmm… floral, but with a small hint of licorice. Did you know that every mare has a different scent? Stallions can pick up on that during heat season."

"I… didn't know… that," Rarity peeped, shaking where she stood, and not all due to the unnatural position. "P-please, Princess. Will you begin soon?" She knew it was ignoble of her to beg like that, but if she didn't get just some stimuli soon she was going to touch herself, consequences or no.

"I can't stop myself any longer either," Celestia whispered huskily, so close to Rarity's sex she could feel her breathing on the pussy and inside it.

Then Celestia put her forelegs on Rarity's flanks to hold her still, and without any warning, started lapping from her dripping honeypot.

While Rarity did not have personal experience, she imagined this was how it felt to be struck by lightning. "Gh… g-g-gaaah~!"She sputtered incoherently, feeling her entire body tense up to lend her strength for breeding. Thank goodness she froze up on instinct to simplify penetration, or she'd already have fallen.

She felt Celestia's long, slender tongue lap over her lips, wriggle into every little nook and cranny like a curious animal inspecting its den. Only when it was pleased with the outside did she proceed inside.

"Haah! Haah! Haah!" Rarity's tongue lolled out from her mouth, and every breath was deep and lustful. She vaguely recognized that she sounded positively horrid. A primal, beastial sound. She was not a pony now, and most certainly not a refined, elegant noblemare. She was an animal, a slave to her hormones. She wanted a stallion's cock! She wanted a stallion to grab her and hammer a huge, virile dick into her and fill her up until she was plump and full of foals!

But Celestia was immoveable. She held Rarity's flanks firmly and did not speed up or slow down from her measured licking. She was agonizingly slow and methodical, like a vintner analyzing her latest creation. In fact, Celestia slurped and smacked her lips loudly.

"You are a tasty pony," Celestia said, her smile colouring her voice. "You taste just as nice as you smell."

"Th-thank you," Rarity gasped. She let her neck and head drop so she could look between her legs.

Celestia's smile was radiant and her eyes glittering with happiness and desire… and love. Her jaw and cheeks were covered in a sticky, transparent liquid. Rarity's teats were well hidden in her coat, but from this position she could see them perk up a little bit. Celestia met her eyes. "Have you ever tasted yourself?"

Rarity hadn't thought there was anything that could make her even more flushed at this point. She was wrong. She shook her head meekly.

"Tsk, tsk… today's mares don't know what pleasure is," Celestia said with a faux displeasure. "Stand up straight."

It took immense willpower just to do that. Her instincts told her to keep down to the ground for stability, and her legs were shaking. But she did it. She straightened her back and met the eyes of Princess Platinum. Somehow, the painting looked… satisfied now. Probably just her hormones playing tricks on her.

Without warning, Celestia let the cold, gold rim of her greaves slip from her ponut and down the length of her slit, slowly.

"IIIIH!" Rarity squeaked as the cold metal caressed her burning flesh. It was like Celestia had poked her with an icicle.

"There, there," Celestia soothed. Hoofsteps warned Rarity that she was coming around, but her magic still fondled gently with Rarity's lips and clit. It would not make Rarity orgasm, but it did keep the fire in her nethers burning. Celestia held one hoof in front of her, glistening with liquid. "Open your mouth."

Any other time, Rarity would have been repulsed by such an idea. Now, it sounded enticing. It was enticing because it was taboo; something no self-respecting pony should do. The thrill of the forbidden. For a prim and proper lady like Rarity, it was the most exquisite thrill of them all.

She obediently opened her mouth, awaiting permission.

Celestia smiled and stuck the tip of her hoof inside. "Lick."

Her juices were still lukewarm and a little bit sticky. The taste was sharp, but not unpleasant. Just like Celestia had said, there was something floral about it. And ripe. That was the first word that came to mind. Her pussy was ripe. "Is this… my taste?" Rarity wondered briefly, before deciding that if it was, then she didn't have to be ashamed of it. She tasted good.

"What do you think?" Celestia smiled. "Take a good lick."

Rarity let her tongue caress the edge of the hoof in her mouth. "I… like it," she said, breathlessly. "I'm... a tasty pony!"

Celestia chuckled. "I'd place you pretty high up on the scale too," Celestia agreed. "But you should try Fleur-de-Lis! Her taste is just divine! I almost think the de-Lis family is selectively breeding for the finest taste!"

What does a pony answer when somepony describes your friend's pussy? Rarity didn't know. Instead she was quiet.

"That being said, I'm not quite slaked on you just yet," Celestia tittered and went back to behind Rarity again. "Up with the tail!" The order was completely unnecessary. It was pointing straight up and was not likely to come down anytime soon.

Celestia wasted no time. She let go of her magic and renewed the licking, but she was more eager now, shoving more of her snout deeper into Rarity and licking and slurping with wild abandon.

Rarity grunted. Her lungs worked like a pair of bellows to supply her with enough oxygen for such an intense experience. Celestia's tongue went deeper inside her now, well into her warm and wet tunnel. It didn't feel like a cock. It was more dexterous, able to hit all her sweet spots with pinpoint precision. And she still worked her magic on Rarity's clit. It felt like she had a warm buzz inside her with the way it seemed to hum and drone. Celestia's tongue brushed deep inside Rarity, and she squeaked like a frightened mouse! This type of stimuli was something completely new! It was like when a stallion rutted to her with how every neuron in her wet tunnel was tingling, but it was also like when she touched herself with her hooves, alone in the night and fantasizing about the most scandalous things!

"Oh? You like that, don't you?” Celestia said, her mouth nearly buried inside Rarity.

"Y-yes…" Rarity whinnied.

Celestia hummed in satisfaction and went back to licking.

Something was building. Something big! Not only her nethers, but everywhere from her tail to her hind hooves felt tingly. Her body was preparing to receive a stallion's load and reward her for it.

Her legs were on fire though. She tried to move a hoof, just a little bit. Her movements was spastic and twitchy, more a series of tiny kicks than a coordinated motion. Even in the midst of her rapidly building climax, she heard the sound of wood tumbling over the floor. She had accidentally kicked away one of the wooden blocks, but she caught herself in time! She held the hoof above the floor, but she'd not be able to stand like this for long. She was already wobbling.

A whinny escaped her lips. Her lifted leg was shaking, kicking spastically. "P-please… hurry…" she begged. "I'm… I'm going to…!"

Some of the warmth Celestia so carefully had coaxed forth began to seep out. She could feel it leak through her pussy and be lapped up by the waiting tongue. Once she started leaking she couldn't stop.

Her entire body tensed up, freezing her still to help the stallion rut her properly. She was there! Teetering on the brink! It was like she was standing on a cliff, overlooking a stormy sea of pleasure. Just a little nudge would send her over the edge. She was going to fall into that roiling sea of pleasure, and it was going to drown her!

And just then, exactly at that moment, Celestia's magic kicked into overdrive and her tongue lanced forward, deeper than it had ever gone before.

Rarity craned her back and screamed. This was the sexual equivalent of staring into the sun. The feeling was all-consuming, tangible with every sense. The heavy, musky scent of sex filled her nose. Her own taste rolled sweetly on her tongue. She heard the sloppy noises of Celestia licking and suckling on her supple flesh. Before her mind's eye flashed images of Celestia's own snatch that Rarity had touched and washed minutes ago.

And the touch… oh sweetness, the touch of Celestia's tongue and magic on Rarity's most secret, most special places! It was too large, too perfect to be put into words. So she didn't. Instead she just screamed out her rapturous pleasure for all the world to hear.

Her pussy contracted around Celestia's tongue, every clench sending an earthquake of pleasure blasting through her body. Breathing was shallow and quick. The one lifted leg spasmed and kicked wildly. Some part of her ever dignified mind tried to curb the carnal reflex. Marejuices all but gushed out of her like water. She felt it dripping from her pussy and down both her hind legs. She could hear how she dripped on the floor even over Celestia's sloppy licks and slurps.

The orgasm lasted for what felt like thirty seconds, at least. Easily the longest Rarity had ever experienced. When she regained a modicum of lucidity she forced her mouth shut and even managed to raise her head enough to look at the approving smirk on Platinum's face. It… almost looked like the painting winked at her.

Only now did she realize how cramped her remaining hind leg felt.

That realization was all it took for her to wobble and crash to the floor with a squeak. Maybe it was for the best, really. Once she was on the floor she didn't find the strength to rise again. She stayed there, splayed out and panting. She also recognized that she had landed on top of the puddle she had made. She was going to need a shower before she even tried to get home.

"You fell, Rarity," Celestia said behind her.

Those words sent a shiver of fear down her spine. "But… but I came before! I promise, I did!" She did not really find the strength to roll over and meet Celestia's eyes. She remained there, on the floor, practically swimming in her own cum.

Celestia giggled. "I know, Rarity… I had a nice view of when it happened."

"Did I look… pretty?" Rarity asked. She did not know why she asked, but the words were out of her mouth before she had thought about them.

"You looked very pretty," Celestia said. "And... I suppose there is just one last thing to do then. You have passed all my trials, and so I will extend you the highest honor a unicorn can aspire to."

"I'm… going to be a noble!" Rarity burst out in a smile so large it almost hurt. She had dreamt about this day! Fantasized about it innumerable times! But now it was here! This was real! The sheer joy gave her enough strength to push herself up to a sitting position. She still sat in a puddle, but whatever; nothing that could ruin this moment.

"But it's not enough that I say that you are a noble," Celestia said. She still stood behind Rarity, but something let her know that she was not supposed to turn around. "No, the favors of a noble are more special than that. Close your eyes."

Rarity obeyed. She heard Celestia come around to stand before her.

Celestia started panting.

Sloppy noises of a hoof slipping on wet flesh filled the room.

And a warm, gentle stream of droplets fell upon Rarity's muzzle.

"You may drink, Baroness."

She did.

It was… glorious. The nectar of the very sun. The scent was almost overpowering. Almost enough to send her back into the breeding trance from before, even in her exhausted state.

She heard Celestia step away.

"Open your eyes."

She did. Celestia had sat down in front of her. She looked flushed, but her eyes were calm and collected. "You have been named a noble and marked as such. My scent will never go away. Other ponies will smell it on you, and know that you are special. Your words will carry my power, your presence will hold part of my charisma. These are my blessings to all my nobles in return for all they do for me."

"Thank you… Princess. From the bottom of my heart," Rarity whispered, reverence in her voice. "Thank you."

"Now then, I think it's about time you were introduced to the rest of the nobility," Celestia said.

"I would request a shower first, if it pleases my Princess," Rarity said. "One should be at her very best when meeting the nobility for the first time, no?"

Celestia laughed. "Oh, don't bother with the formalities. Or the shower. You will fit right in as you are."

"Pardon?" Rarity said and finally climbed back on all four. She felt… well, dirty. Celestia however, just winked her over to a discreet door. She went through, and Rarity followed.

She found herself in a ballroom. Great stone tables were set with exotic foods, and the smell of sex was heavy. A whole statue of Princess Celestia stood in the middle of the room. From the statue's sculpted pussy and teats flowed steady streams of wine. A pony was standing under it, suckling like a newborn. Everywhere she heard grunting and whining as ponies pleasured themselves and others. Just a small distance away, Blueblood was mounting Fancypants with all of his might. Fleur-de-Lis laid on a divan just next to them and stroked herself slowly as she watched.

"You may shower when you leave," Celestia said. "You can go whenever you like, but if you decide to stay, I'm sure you will enjoy yourself." Celestia spread her wings and leaped away towards the dessert table and the gigantic cake on it.

"Oh, Rarity, how wonderful to see you here," Fancypants came up to her, looking just slightly flushed. "So you did complete your trials? Do tell me everything."

Blueblood came up behind Fancypants. "Now before we forget though…" he held out a hoof.

"Indeed, indeed," Fancypants sighed. "A bet is a bet." He magicked out a checkbook and pencil, wrote a quick signature and passed the check to Blueblood.

"Did… you bet on whether or not I'd succeed? And you betted against me?!" Rarity glared angrily.

"Now, now, don't take it like that," Fancypants said with a placating gesture. "Blueblood suggested he'd bet on you and I'd bet against. That way, if you succeeded he'd get a million bits as consolation, while if you failed, I'd get the money as consolation."

Rarity opened her mouth and closed it again. A million bits was more than she had collectively owned in her entire life. And these two just… threw it around like pocket money. "And… are you happy that I succeeded?" she asked carefully.

"Dear Rarity I'd give ten times that amount in a heartbeat if I thought it could have helped your prospects."

"Oh… well, I shall take that as a compliment."

"But enough talk," Fancypants said. "Might I be so bold as to inquire about your interests? While I have always preferred a stallion's rugged prowess to the soft touch of a mare, I have not the slightest doubt my lovely wife will be happy to accommodate you. Or do you prefer to watch her take a ride on the wooden pony? She does so enjoy it!"

"Ah…" Rarity said eloquently. "I… will see."

"Jolly good. Say, Blue, are you ready for round two?"

"I was born ready," Blueblood scoffed. "And Rarity, don't you think I'm going to mount you. I simply must hold myself to a higher standard than a mere Baroness, you understand. Nothing personal."

Rarity didn't even bother feeling angry about that. Looking around and trying to process the debauchery she was witnessing left her anger far down on her list of mental priorities.

One mare was tied to a pole and tickled with feathers as another pony licked her. She was screaming through the laughter. One stallion was being mounted by two others, one behind and one in front. One mare had been put in the stocks and had a line of ponies waiting their turn behind her. Curtained rooms towards the back of the room promised ever more elaborate pleasures to be had.

She wished she had brought her fainting couch. She suddenly felt rather lightheaded.

"Mon cheri! Sit down, please," Fleur-de-Lis beaconed her over and Rarity just made it to her divan and slumped down next to her friend. Fleur kissed her quickly on both her cheeks by way of greeting. "C'est wonderful, no?" She made a sweeping gesture over the obscenities going on all around her.

"It wasn't… what I expected," Rarity said truthfully, even if some of the things she saw did spark quite some interest. Who knew there were so many ways for ponies to pleasure themselves?

What would it be like to be tickled like that?

Fleur smiled. "Perhaps you'd rather have some wine and just watch today? Serving the Princesse can be quite demanding. Or perhaps you could help me with some… relief?"

Rarity felt the flames of desire beginning to smoulder inside her again. "Celestia did mention you had an exquisite… taste, darling. Perhaps you would permit me to try?"

Fleur-de-Lis smiled radiantly. "Baronne Rarity, avec joie!"