Dignity and Decorum

by Silvermyr

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Rarity, Princess Celestia, Sex
Length: 10002

Before Rarity can become a Canterlot noble, she has to be tried by the highest noble of all, Princess Celestia herself. She just wasn't quite prepared for the nature of those trials...

The highest honor a unicorn can aspire to is the Canterlot nobility. It is a symbol of status, refinement, elegance... all the virtues Princess Platinum herself considered the greatest attributes to the unicorn tribe.

Now at last, Rarity stands to be introduced with a title of her own.

There is just one tiny little thing left: A trial to measure her tact and grace. But surely she won't have to worry? Surely, this trial is merely a formality, right?

Right?

An entry into Dezmo's NSFW Contest. As always, proofread by Vito.
Chapter 1: Mostly fluff and story, but with some hoof licking and obedience, one happy alicorn.
Chapter 2: NSFW, more fluff, bathing/washing, anatomically correct ponies, third person orgasm, pony sex instincts, one happy alicorn.
Chapter 3: NSFW, even more fluff, restricted movement (no bondage/BDSM), cunnilingus, pony sex instincts, first person orgasm, debauchery, one happy Rarity!

Published 2022-08-22 20:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-22 20:00:00 UTC

Chapter 1- The First Trial

Rarity looked out over the vast patchwork of fields that stretched as far as the eye could see around Mt. Canterhorn as her train slowly made its way up to the capital of Equestria. Yellow fields covered with ripe wheat, green fields would eventually become hay to be stored for the winter.

"So very beautiful…" Rarity thought with a serene smile through the window. Almost subconsciously, she started imagining the squares of farmland as colors of fabric on a shelf in her boutique. If she had brought her notebook, she would already have been sketching down new ideas for the upcoming fall line.

But she didn't have her notebook. She had something even better. Tearing her eyes away from the window, she levitated out a scroll from the saddlebag next to her.

Rarity.

Your many accomplishments throughout these last years have not gone unnoticed. Not by the common pony, nor by the Unicorn Nobility. You have shown great personal valor in your many quests to safeguard Equestria, and in so doing, you have given your own name a connotation of distinction.

As such, we Nobles of Canterlot have motioned to the head of our order, the Heiress of Platinum's Title, to formally bestow the noble rank of Baroness upon you.

Your initiation will be preceded by a customary trial as to judge your tact, decorum and subservience to our ideals. It will be preceded over by the Heiress herself in Canterlot in one week's time, precisely. One of us will pick you up by the train station.

Underneath the letter itself were five personal seals of the highest ranking nobles in Equestria:

Duke Blueblood
Duke Fancypants
Duchess Fleur de Lis
Duchess Lens Flare
Duchess Ivory Tower

Rarity could not help herself and giggled like a filly. The Unicorn aristocracy… the highest token of social respect a unicorn could aspire to. Last time a family was added to the nobility had been three hundred years ago, with the Trueheart family. Rarity knew, because she had checked when she was just a filly and fantasized about being let in. She was not alone in that fantasy, of course. Every unicorn dreamed about becoming a noble at some point in their lives.

But Rarity had made it happen! She felt another giggle coming on, but caught herself this time. After all, she still had a trial of "tact, decorum and subservience to our ideals", whatever that meant, but she was not worried. She was absolutely a tactful pony. Really, this trial ought to be no more than a trifle. Most likely it was a formality more than an actual trial.

The train pulled into the train station, and Rarity all but skipped off it.

"Ah, Mon chéri! 'Ow delightful to see you again."

That voice, like a tingling bell, was one Rarity recognized. She turned around and beamed at her friend and benefactor. If the letter was true, she was one of the five who had made her long-held dream happen. "Oh, Fleur! Thank you ever so much for coming, and for suggesting my name to nobility! I truly cannot thank you enough; it's nothing short of a dream come true for me. If there is anything I can-"

"Tut tut, Rarity," Fleur said with a certain edge. "Remember: Tact and Decorum."

Rarity balked a little at her rebuttal. They were usually informal with one another, like any other two friends. "My apologies, Duchess," she said formally. "I merely meant to express my sincere gratitude."

"Naturally," Fleur said. "Follow me."

She guided her out of the train station and opened the door to a waiting carriage, the three phrench lilies of her cutie mark painted on the door and embroidered on the curtains. "Please, hop in, Mon chéri. We need to talk in private."

"Thank you," Rarity said and hopped into the carriage. She sat down at one of the plush seats as Fleur took the seat opposite to her and closed the door. She said something to her two drivers, and the carriage started moving before she turned to Rarity.

"Excusez-moi, Rarity, for my rudeness before, but you must be careful for your test!" Fleur said with some worry. "Moi cannot let you go in without 'aving warned you."

"Warned me?" Rarity would have smiled if not for Fleur's grave look. "I appreciate it, darling, but surely you know I always maintain my composure? A test of my tact and dignity is a trivial matter, for sure."

"Non, mon Chéri!" Fleur said. "Many ponies have underestimated the trial, and found themselves barred from the nobility because of it!"

That piqued Rarity's interest. She had assumed that since the last noble family to join the nobility had been three centuries before, that meant that the last invitation was then too. But what if all the others merely had failed? "When was the last time a pony was tried?" she asked.

"Two years ago, Capitane Shining Armure made his attempt. He failed."

Rarity felt a nagging worry in her chest. Shining Armor was a trained military commander. He could keep his cool in real life-and-death situations, Rarity knew. To know he failed this test did not bode well. "I… see. Nonetheless, I shall soldier forth and prove myself worthy to stand among the nobility."

"I hope so, and I do believe you 'ave it in you," Fleur said with a nod. "I want to help you further, but I am forbidden to speak of the trial beforehand."

Rarity nodded. She was not surprised by that.

Their conversation died off, and they sat quiet in the carriage as it carried them through Canterlot. After twenty or so minutes, it stopped.

"Up the stairs," Fleur said. "Best of luck, mon Chéri." She kissed Rarity goodbye in the phrench way, with one kiss on both of her cheeks. Rarity blushed when she felt Fleur's tongue caress her quickly, adding some heat to the otherwise quick kiss.

"Next time we meet, it'll be mon Chéri Baronesse," Rarity said, regaining her composure, and stepped out of the carriage. She saw Fleur watch her for a moment before closing the carriage door and disappearing.

Rarity looked around. She was in the upper city of Canterlot, where the nobility resided. Fanciful shops clustered around a small square, illuminated by arcane-crystal lamps. Her closest building was a large, gothic one clad in marble that Rarity guessed must be some sort of museum or something, as it very clearly was not a shop or a residence. An inviting light shone from within a pair of heavy oak doors. Taking just one deep breath to calm her nerves, she ascended the stairs.

She came into a vestibule with an opulent marble staircase straight ahead and two doors to her sides. "Welcome, my little pony," a warm, motherly tone greeted her from atop the stairs. Rarity's mouth nearly dropped open from surprise. Princess Celestia, in all her angelic splendor stood on top of the stairs, wings stretched wide and the ethereal mane flowing around her, beautiful and strange like the Aurora Borealis. Her horn ignited with the light of the sun itself, and the doors closed behind Rarity. ”I am happy you decided to come.”

"Princess Celestia… It is an honor and a privilege." She fell to her knee. It was rare that the Princess spoke directly to her, rather than to Twilight or their whole group. Being under the all-seeing eyes of the Princess herself as their sole focus made Rarity's heart flutter from excitement. She was a unicorn, a small, every-day pony, in the presence of a deity.

Celestia laughed softly. "Stand, Rarity. I did not call you here for you to bow. Indeed, I called you here to raise you up."

"You… you are the Heiress! You are…!" Rarity gasped. It was so obvious now. Celestia's glory was so magnificent she dwarfed every other pony. To include her in the noble ranking was to include a goddess in the annals of mortals. It just felt wrong… but her title was answer enough. She was a Princess, higher in rank than even the Dukes and Duchesses. The heiress to Platinum's title.

"I am," Celestia smiled warmly. "And so it falls to me to measure every aspiring noble by the ideals Platinum laid down. I take great pride in it."

Rarity swallowed. She had tried to steel her nerves to be judged by the Canterlot nobility, but the Princess herself was something else entirely. Her mouth suddenly felt dry. She did not know what to say.

Celestia's warm laughter came to her rescue. "Do not be afraid, my little pony. I promise your judgement will be fair and swift."

Rarity took a breath to calm herself. "What would you have me do, Princess?"

"Eager, are we?" Celestia smiled. She stepped down the stairs and came to stand just before her. There was an aura of serenity about her, only accented by the faint perfume she wore. It was… sweet and deep, sending a small shiver of sensual pleasure through Rarity, from her horn to the tip of her tail.

"She smells almost like she is in season." The scandalous, traitorous thought made Rarity flush in shame. How could she think such things about the Princess!?

Celestia only maintained her smile. "Your trial will consist of three challenges. They are not in any order, and depending on your… skills, you might find some easier than others. But enough talking. Come with me, Rarity. We will begin your first trial now."

They started up the stairs. Rarity almost had to trot to keep up with Celestia's long steps. "Now, Rarity, these trials will, among other things, test how well you can maintain your composure in all situations. To quote Princess Platinum: 'A truehearted unicorn maintains her dignity and poise even with mud up to her ears'. These trials may feel uncomfortable; it's what they are made for. Just be aware that I will never look down on you during these trials, and if ever you want to forfeit, you have only to say so."

"But then I will never have another chance, will I?" Rarity asked.

Celestia shook her head. "No second chances, I am afraid."

"Very well," Rarity said, steel behind her words. "Then I shall not fail."

"I hope you won't," Celestia said. "I very much hope you won't." Her tone was just a little bit breathless at the end.

It was rare that Celestia got excited. She had been schooled and bred in perfectly formal behaviour, and she had honed her etiquette to flawless perfection for longer than some of the noble families had even existed. Every step and breath she took was suffused with stone-cold poise.

But underneath all of that, she too was a pony of flesh and blood. She too had wants, and this cute, beautiful little pony was one thing she had wanted since first they met. It had taken plenty of time to maneuver the rest of her nobles, especially Blueblood, into allowing Rarity among them, but it was going to be worth it this evening. In a rare gesture of indulgence, Celestia moistened her lips with her tongue, as if she was about to taste an especially fine wine.

The analogy really was not too far from the truth. She looked down on Rarity, especially noticing her shapely flanks and coiffured tail. "Soft and sweet like a marshmallow…" Celestia mused to herself. She magicked open another pair of doors. "This will be your first trial, Rarity."

The room they came into was empty save for a simple door straight across the room, and a small table with a round silver lid on it.

"Do you mind?" Rarity asked formally.

"Not at all," Celestia smiled. Together they went up to the table and Rarity lifted the silver lid.

Underneath was a plate with several long stalks of asparagus on a mirror of butter and flakes of salt. One of Celestia's favorite appetizers. Hopefully Rarity would like it as much as Celestia did.

"I presume this will be a test for my table manners?" Rarity asked. She sounded almost disappointed in the simple task.

"I suppose you could say that," Celestia said warmly. "But table manners is not the right word…"

"No?" Rarity asked quizzically.

"No," Celestia smiled kindly and ignited her horn. With a clatter she tipped the table and sent the dish to the floor, the asparagus stalks rolling about and the butter forming a puddle around her left hoof.

Rarity involuntarily took a few steps back, looking around in befuddlement. "Princess?"

"Table manners are not the right words," Celestia repeated in a sing-song voice. She lifted her hoof a little and stepped onto the small pool of butter. "You will not be eating from the table."

Rarity looked shocked for a moment, before the implication dawned on her. "Oh, I… I suppose I should have expected to be licking your hooves," she said. Then she slowly bent her forelegs and dipped her head low, even if she did have a slightly uncertain look on her face as she did. Celestia gave her a nod to alleviate that feeling. Rarity was doing precisely what she should be doing. The Princess grinned in satisfaction when Rarity's tongue lapped over the floor, licking up the spilled butter and munching on the crisp stalks. As expected, she used her magic to keep her mane from getting soiled. It was good she did, or Celestia would have had to fail her trial already.

And she most certainly did not want to fail her already. To see such a pretty pony debase herself like this for her was enough to make her tingle wonderfully.

"Make sure you get everything, little pony," Celestia cooed. "When in another's residence, one ought to leave it just as they found it, no?"

"Certainly," Rarity said. "Will my princess lift her hoof for me?"

Celestia's heartbeat quickened when she did so. Butter dripped. Rarity laid in front of her. She did not guide Celestia's hoof to her mouth with her magic, nor did she try to get a better angle to lick from. She knew she was the servant. She was not to make any demands at all. Instead, she licked round the hard rim of Celestia's hard creatine hoof wall, carefully cleaning every nook and cranny.

"I don't think I am clean yet," Celestia hummed happily and angled her hoof upwards to let Rarity reach the soft underside.

"Indeed not, Princess," Rarity said and dabbed carefully with her tongue.

"Hmmm…!" Celestia produced a loud sound of pleasure deep in her throat. It was part of the trial. Rarity had to maintain dignity at all times, but Celestia did not. On the contrary, she liked to be quite vocal. Why wouldn't she be, when she had the cream of the unicorn crop licking the sensitive underside of her hoof?

Rarity licked and suckled and nearly had to press her entire face in under the hoof the get to the last few parts.

Then, finally, after leaving Celestia's sole with a nice tingling (and clean) sensation, she finally stood up, the floor spotless under her.

"Is my princess satisfied?"

"We shall see," Celestia said and leaned down to Rarity's eye level. With a gentle hoof she cocked Rarity's head upwards so she could see her cheeks and jaw.

They were still pristine white. She had licked up the butter from the floor and Celestia's hoof without getting the slightest stain on her coat.

As befitting a noble.

"I am satisfied," Celestia said. "You have passed the first trial, Rarity."

Celestia swept past her towards the door at the other side of the room and opened it. Celestia had to resist the urge to already lift her tail, but she did take the opportunity to swish it around a little. Just a little peek.

This room was larger than the last and had a basin carved in the middle of the floor. It was filled with water, and on a stone slab next to it stood an assortment of soaps, brushes, perfumes and towels. Without waiting, Celestia stepped down into the basin, wings lifted. The warm water almost reached up to her withers. She lowered her massive wings slowly and a sigh of pleasure made it past her lips as they were finally enveloped in the warm water.

"Your next trial, Rarity," Celestia tittered, "is to help your princess bathe."

Chapter Two- The Second Trial

Rarity felt her breath catch in her throat. "B-bathe, Princess?" she asked, her voice thin and insecure.

"Indeed, Rarity." Celestia turned around in the bath, beaming at her. Her pastel tail floated on the surface, making the whole basin shimmer. "Princess Platinum wanted her court not only to be an extension of her power, but also of her beauty. Every noble must be a beautiful pony, for they shall bring out the beauty of the Princess. For this trial you will literally bring out my beauty!" She lifted one of her large wings. A curtain of droplets fell from it and back into the basin. "Or… do you not think I am beautiful?"

"Ah- Most certainly that is not the case!" Rarity sputtered indignantly. "Of course you are! I was merely a bit surprised." She nodded to herself to confirm her own words, then took a step forward. She knew what she had to do, and she was not going to let some filly-like abashment ruin her dream. They were both grown mares, and this was a strictly formal thing.

Nothing to be afraid of. Quite the contrary- Rarity knew exactly how to bring out the best in her coat, mane, tail and hooves. This should be a simple challenge.

"Well then, let's see what we have to work with," Rarity said and went up to the bottles. She magicked them up and looked them over. "Mane Shampoo, hoof polish, conditioner, perfume, tail shampoo, coat shampoo…"

There was one more bottle. A small, restlessly pink one, familiar only because she kept one hidden in the very back of a drawer in her bedroom. It was triangular, designed to resemble an alicorn's upper body with the wings erect. The spray apparatus was cleverly concealed in the head.

"An… aphrodisiac," Rarity stammered. But there was no mistaking this bottle. During spring, when every mare wanted to heighten the feeling of intimacy, this brand was among the most coveted, and the manufacturer had several small details on their bottles to prevent counterfeits. This was the real thing, she knew.

"Oh? Which one?" Celestia almost purred.

"Cadance's Estrus," Rarity answered. She had wanted to ask what Cadance herself thought about her name being used like this, but it had proven to be a difficult topic to fit into a normal conversation.

Rarity put the bottle down. "We'll… get back to that," she said. The implications were not lost on her. The aphrodisiac, Celestia's lidded eyes, soothing voice and her seemingly errant swish of the tail before. It all pointed to one thing. She looked up at the large, slender pony before her, seeing her in a new way. Her regal proportions, her shapely flanks, her long legs, her massive wings.

Rarity pushed the scandalous thoughts away. She was not some common harlot who threw herself at everypony like a filly in her first heat. She knew what she should do, and she was going to do it.

"Well, the hoof polish should be applied and let work for a little while," she mused. She picked up the bottle in her magic. "Will my Princess put her forehooves on the basin rim for me, please?"

Celestia smiled and obeyed. Rarity squeezed out the transparent gel from the bottle and put it one a piece of paper. Then she rubbed the two hooves carefully with it until she was certain they were well covered. Then she put the bottle down and instead, took out coat shampoo. Since Celestia would have to keep her hooves out of the water for a while, she could take the opportunity to wash her forelegs too.

Rarity squirted out a dab of shampoo on her hooves. It smelled like sandalwood. Celestia may be slender, but she was by no means thin. The muscles in her forelegs were slim and wiry, radiating a type of subdued, elegant strength rather than rough, brutal power. Rarity rather liked the feeling of her silken smooth coat over her muscles as she massaged in the shampoo.

"Will my Princess step just a little closer?" Rarity asked. Celestia smiled warmly and hopped forward. Only her hindquarters remained submerged. "With your permission I will start with your body, so as to let your coat absorb the sandalwood scent for as long as possible." It couldn't hurt to let Celestia know that she had a plan with her process.

"Sounds wonderful."

Rarity pushed out some more shampoo, applied it to her hooves and started massaging the area between Celestia's forelegs in circles, covering the coat with foam. She proceeded slowly, meticulously, downwards.

When she was nearly down to the water surface, Celestia's whole body suddenly tensed. "HMMM…!" Celestia's smile was perfectly audible underneath the throaty moan. "Hah, I wonder if that's what a little foal feels like…"

Rarity's face blushed so hard even her ears felt hot. She was touching Celestia's teats! She had not even considered that. A mare's teats are nearly invisible unless she had foaled recently, and Celestia had not!

Also, why was she still moving her hooves for? She could even feel Celestia's nipples as firm nubs under her ever circling hooves. Before Rarity even understood what she was doing, her eyes were drawn to that secret part of her Princess's body.

Just for a moment, for a split second, the bubbles and coat parted, and a cute little nub of pink seemed to wink at her before it was gone again.

That moment was all her traitorous mind needed to conjure up an image: Celestia splayed out on a red divan, laying on her side with a loving smile. Her teats ripe and full of milk. Next to her laid the subject of that smile. Rarity herself was being stroked by a massive wing as her mouth suckled greedily. Milk ran down her chin and dripped on the pillow under her.

"I wonder how her milk tastes… sweet and creamy, like honey, I think…"

Celestia panted heavily, and her tail swished in the water behind her.

Rarity finally managed to connect the right synapses in her brain to stop molesting her Goddess. She let her hooves fall to her sides, and Celestia shuddered one last time. Rarity saw the minuscule movement when she tried to push her hindquarters and teats towards the receding hooves.

"I… will proceed with my Princess's back and sides now," Rarity said quietly, uncertain if she had done good or was going to be publicly executed.

"Hmm," Celestia crooned with delight. "Don't keep me waiting."

"Waiting… for what?" Rarity asked herself. Her brain was too fried to understand what Celestia meant. She went on as in trance after that, washing Celestia's back, neck and large wings. The wings were a bit difficult, since Rarity did not have any herself, but Celestia seemed pleased when she was done. After that, Rarity gently washed Celestia's face. Cute muzzle, ears and all.

Then came the difficult parts: the hindquarters tail. The tail especially was important; it was one of the most defining parts of a pony's body with innumerable ways of styling and caring. Rarity left Celestia's smiling face and went backwards, bringing no less than three bottles of shampoo, balsam and conditioner with her. "I will wash your tail now, Princess, if it pleases you."

"It does," Celestia said.

Rarity swallowed, then reached down with her forelegs and fished up the shimmering strands of hair. They were so incredibly soft and thin she barely felt them, even when wet. She started with the shampoo and massaged the foam into the tail, starting at the tip and working her way upwards.

Then Celestia shifted slightly, probably to make it easier for Rarity to reach. But in doing so, she accidentally shifted her hindquarters directly to Rarity's field of vision, and without the fluffy tail, Rarity could see everything normally hidden.

The water surface distorted the view, but Rarity still saw something pink there, between Celestia's hind legs. She flinched back! She could not look; nor could she look away!

"You like what you see?" Celestia asked mildly, finally causing Rarity's eyes to snap away.

"Pardon?" Rarity asked slackly.

"My tail. Do you think it's pretty?"

Rarity nodded vehemently. "Very pretty. I will… need you to step out of the bath, for a moment. So I can take care of your hindlegs."

"I see," Celestia said and easily stepped out, dripping all over. "But do hurry, please. It's a bit cold."

"Naturally, princess," Rarity said. She applied the hoof-polish and then immediately proceeded with lathering the soft coat once again, from the hooves up to the belly, but this time she was careful to not touch Celestia anyplace inappropriate. Thankfully, the tail hung wet and heavy in front of Celestia's most secret place. Nonetheless, Rarity kept her eyes downcast while she worked.

It was a relief when she asked Celestia to step back into the water again.

"Well then, I think that covers it," Rarity said tentatively, releasing a small breath she did not realize she had been holding. She still sat close to Celestia's hindquarters, but at least now she was done.

"Oh?" Celestia's voice was still warm and polite, but there was a smidgen of disappointment in her eyes when she turned to look at Rarity. She could not pinpoint exactly what had changed in the Princess's face, but the difference was clear. "Are you certain of that, little pony?"

Rarity swallowed.

She knew what was missing, of course. Celestia expected her to "take care of"… that place too.

Celestia wanted it.

But… Rarity was not that sort of pony. Not that she had any notion of needing to wait for marriage or something, of course, but she did believe in romance. The act of intimacy, when a mare and a stallion connect on the deepest level, when a mare accepts a stallion's seed into her, that was something meaningful to Rarity. What Celestia asked of her had an uncomfortably businesslike dimension to it.

Not that prostitution was illegal in Equestria. In fact, Rarity had enjoyed such services herself at times. But this was something else. Now she was the object for sale. Or her morals were.

"Rarity, are you quite certain you are done then?"

On the other hand… everypony, stallion and mare, from the lowest beggar to the purest of saints had fantasized about how Celestia looked under the tail. Everypony had, in the depths of darkness, when their special somepony was soundly in Luna's care, thought about rutting Celestia. And Rarity had just received a glance… just a tiny titillation. Could she really say no?

Celestia was offering… begging Rarity.

Celestia wanted it.

Rarity wanted it too. She was not above such lurid fantasies herself, after all. And it didn't have to be business, did it? Why not just see it as Celestia and Rarity… enjoying themselves? Pleasures of the flesh could be exactly that, pleasures. It simply felt good.

"No… I seem to have forgotten something…" Rarity said breathlessly, a violent blush creeping up her cheeks. She swallowed. "Will… my Princess step a little closer?"

"My little pony, just what have you forgotten? I feel pretty clean," Celestia said, but the desire in her voice and sparkle in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Ah… my Princess's… p-pussy… and tailhole," Rarity said.

Even Celestia blushed just a little when she folded her large tail a little bit to the side.

Rarity's breath caught in her throat. She liked to play in front of her mirror back home, so she liked to think she knew how a white mare's parts looked, but Celestia's was the same concept elevated to a work of art. Her lips were white as new-fallen snow and pouting just a little as if to invite a stallion to breed her. Between them laid a slim, pink slit, ending with a hard, cute little nub. A clear liquid had moistened the slit and innermost part of the lips. Further up, just underneath the beautiful tail, Celestia's tailhole could be seen. It was just a shade darker than the rest of her, eggshell rather than snow, but it didn't feel dirty. It was too cute for that. Really, it was just another dimension for Celestia's pleasure.

The scent was faint, but wonderful. Something sweet, something warm, something sensual and… something more, something indescribable that spoke of rapturous lusts and decadent trysts, stolen under the light of the moon. Celestia's scent made even Cadance's Estrus appear bland and barren.

Rarity moistened her lips. How did she usually pleasure herself in the bath? Because she was certain she had to satisfy her Princess's cravings, while also washing her hind parts just as carefully as the rest of her body. Ideally, she should do both at the same time.

Rarity had the idea that she, herself, was a pretty sensitive pony. Celestia might take longer than she did to climax… She would have to start off gently and figure out how sensitive Celestia was.

She pieced up a soft sponge and poured a helping of coat balsam on it.

"Will my princess… lift her tail for me?" Rarity asked, feeling her cheeks burn. Celestia all but cooed and lifted her large tail straight up, baring herself completely. Rarity felt her breaths come faster when she reached out with her hoof. She put the sponge on Celestia's right buttock, just behind her cutie mark. It was soft and warm, like a luxurious pillow. Rarity smiled when she started to cover her hindquarters in thick, white lather, kneading and circling Celestia's beautiful ass with her hoof. By the way Celestia's tail twitched, the princess approved.

Rarity worked herself inwards slowly. When she was about a hoof's width from Celestia's heavenly mare-hole, she removed the sponge, applied more balsam and started again on the left buttock.

Rarity had to bite back a tittering laugh at how Celestia stomped impatiently under the water. This was not a laughing matter. Rarity had to remain professional and collected.

But to think… the mighty Celestia herself, flustered like a filly.

Eventually Rarity was done teasing. Celestia's buttocks were both washed, leaving only two little places. The scent was stronger now.

Rarity was shivering when she reached forward with the sponge touching the root of Celestia's tail and moving her hoof slowly downwards. She didn't stop long at the tail hole, even if she caught Celestia's lustful sigh when she brushed over it. Since Rarity herself was unfamiliar with that kink, she did not want to chance it.

Especially not when she had the crème de la crème of pony pussy right in front of her begging for attention.

Although… She didn't want to rush either. She kept her hoof moving down, closer and closer to Celestia's entrance, but also began pulling her hoof away, just a little. Once she actually did reach Celestia's clit, she barely touched it. She just let the very fringe of her sponge brush over the sensitive flesh.

Celestia whinnied happily. Her pussy was a little bit open all on its own from the arousal, letting Rarity glimpse the fleshy, warm and moist tunnel.

Celestia's foals would be formed inside, if she ever had any. Perfect little foals inside a perfect pony.

Rarity sighed, just thinking of such salacious things. The scent of Celestia's pussy was nearly overpowering. She wanted more! She wanted to make even more of the musk leaking from her hole. She placed one hoof at the side of Celestia's pussy and gently pulled her open a little. With surgical precision, she began pushing the foamy sponge in the crease between Celestia's outer and inner lips.

"Haaah…!" Celestia panted. She had bent her neck down by instinct, keeping her head just above the water. "R-Rarity… please use… your hooves instead…! I want to- to feel your hooves…"

"Y-yes… of course," Rarity said, breathless herself.

She wanted to… taste it. Her mind told her to lap up the juices. They would be good for her, her brain said. Healthy.

But she was not allowed to. In the eyes of the trial she was washing her Princess, nothing more. Any transgression would mean she failed.

But one little treacherous instinct, hardwired into her, told her it was worth it. Celestia's juices would do wonders for her own beauty, sexuality and fertility, she was sure. It went against every instinct to just… watch the crystal clear liquid drip from the pussy and into the water below…

"Rarity…" Celestia almost sounded desperate. It was the tiny, pitiful sound of a needy mare.

It served to jolt Rarity out of her scent-induced trance. She had the pony princess's pussy to attend.

Shaking ever so slightly, she magicked the sponge off of her hooves, and then reached forward. She put the tip of one hoof right onto Celestia's pink folds. They parted easily, admitting her entrance to Celestia.

Celestia grunted and relaxed her stance a little. Her body prepared to receive a stallion inside her. It would have to make do with Rarity's hooves.

Rarity began rubbing up and down. The way the rosy flesh slipped around her hoof filled her with childish glee. Celestia was panting. Her tail was lifted high in the air and her stance was broad and stable. She had even lifted her wings to let the stallion grab onto her midsection without risking harming her wings.

Rarity, of course, took it slowly. Pushing her hoof a tiny bit in and out of Celestia's pussy. The spellbinding scent only amplified as she continued her ministrations. There was a steady dripping sound when her marecum fell in the water.

She put a hoof on Celestia's leg and slowly moved it upwards, tracing a small line in the damp fur, until she arrived at Celestia's clit.

It was cute. Sitting there surrounded by her supple flesh like the bud of a rose. Only it smelled better than any rose ever could. Rarity let her hoof brush over it carefully. She did not want to risk harming something so cute and delicate. She just brushed gently.

Celestia was at once groaning and giggling. Rarity saw her forelegs lift and shift erratically.

She needed to cum. Rarity knew how it felt to be just… sitting there, waiting for your loved one to just go a little faster, press a little harder.

Taking one last deep breath of the wonderful scent of Celestia's pussy, Rarity pressed down on the clit hard while also rubbing the other hoof furiously into Celestia's snatch.

The sound Celestia made was more a growl than anything else. A throaty, wanton grunt as she finally, finally got her glorious release! A sudden trickle of warm liquid washed over Rarity's foreleg, which was still working furiously in Celestia's snatch. Rarity's eyes sparkled in awe, but didn't slowed down as the droplets of alicorn arousal seeped around and covered her leg in sweet, intoxicating cum.

Celestia's legs buckled underneath her and she almost fell, but she just barely managed to keep herself standing. She shifted a bit to the side though, forcing Rarity to stop her stimulation. But only for a moment. The second Celestia stood still, Rarity was already on her again, eliciting a startled, squeak from the Princess of the Sun.

"S-stop…! Rarity…!" she stammered and slumped forward, away from Rarity's hooves. Her hind legs nearly gave out, sinking her hindquarters back under the water surface. She collapsed against the rim of the pool and breathed heavily, head resting on her forelegs.

Her orgasm had served to sober up Rarity as well. She stood up and blushed just from noticing how wet she was herself. Beating the thought away, she forced her tail down to a more modest position and went up to Celestia's head. She had a serene look on her face.

"My Princess is clean," Rarity said.

"Mmm…" Celestia made a content sound. "It's been a long time since anypony made me climax like that with just their hooves." She giggled softly, warm and sweet like the morning sun. "You could have been a peerless concubine in the olden days."

Were it any other situation, Rarity would have slapped any pony saying such things. Now, she simply curtsied. "I am honoured to have… ah, made you feel good, Princess."

Celestia giggled. "Rarity, say precisely what you did to me."

Rarity swallowed and averted her eyes. "I am honoured to… to have made you cum, princess."

"Better. Needless to say, you have passed the second trial."

Celestia ascended the pool and with a quick glint from her horn, her coat and mane were both dry, even if her coat looked a little fuzzier than normal since it hadn't been combed.

"And so your final task awaits you. Please, come with me."

Chapter Three- The Third Trial

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!"