Steamy Stress Relief

Chapters

A Long Day
The Royal Room
A Chance Meeting
Clash of the Titans
Epilogue

A Long Day

“This is outrageous! Simply outrageous!” came the shrill voice of an old, uptight-looking woman whose thin, bony body was squeezed into a grey business suit so remarkably bland that it made her professional, yet outdated haircut seem positively glamorous by comparison. “Your proposal for a two percent tax on alfalfa goes too far!”

Sitting across the table from this rather unpleasant woman was an equally unpleasant woman of equally decrepit physique whose wardrobe was nearly identical to that of the first, the only difference being the slightly differing shades of grey that it featured. “And I say,” declared the second woman in a voice as shrill as her counterpart's, “your proposal for a two percent tax on alfalfa doesn't go far enough!”

Just a short distance away from these two specimens, seated at the head of the large, ornate table the two were currently glaring at each other across, was a third woman of wholly different appearance and temperament. Where the diminutive stature of the two shriveled old biddies before her might have allowed them to pass as mere children in the right light, this towering pillar of woman could have dwarfed even the tallest of men. Where their wiry forms looked as if they might snap if they exerted themselves too much, her jaw-droppingly voluptuous body boasted so many plush, feminine curves that she would not have been out of place in the fantasies of the most imaginative of adolescents. Where they wore the sort of drab attire one would expect of a couple of stuffy old politicians, her radiant form was clad in a gossamer gown of gleaming white that somehow managed to look professional and elegant at the same time. Where their pale, wrinkled skin looked rough enough to give sandpaper a run for its money, her beautifully bronzed flesh was as silky smooth as the day she was born. Where their antiquated arrangements of greying hair would have made even the most resilient of stylists cringe, her long, flowing locks wafted slowly in a gentle ethereal breeze, shimmering with all the colors of an aurora. Where their sharp features were contorted into sneers of frustration and rage, her serene visage boasted a practiced businesslike smile and a pair of big, pink eyes that gazed patiently down at the two before her.

The thoughts running through the mind behind that beautiful face, however, were anything but serene.

When will this end? When will it end? How long can these two possibly keep this up for?

Such was the scene as Her Royal Highness, Princess Celestia of Equestria, took part in her seventh meeting of the day, suffering through the mind-numbing absurdity of it thanks to a steel will forged over the course of centuries of politicking. Even the strongest of wills, however, are still capable of breaking.

While the two representatives continued to bicker aimlessly before her, Celestia's eyes wandered over to a large grandfather clock situated against one wall of the grand meeting room they were currently gathered in. Her luscious lips did not even quiver, but in her head, the overworked princess screamed.

Two hours!?! Over two hours of this? How? How are they still going on like this?

Looking back to the two women before her, Celestia saw clearly that neither one had any intention of backing down from the argument. In fact, she guessed that the two would have gladly sat there all day bickering were they allowed to. The exchange had already been going on for so long that Celestia could not even remember what the original point of discussion had been. She had given up on trying to steer the conversation a long time ago, hoping the two would eventually wear themselves out and be willing to discuss things more cordially. Unfortunately, it was beginning to look like she would have to wait until the next Summer Sun Celebration before that would happen.

Celestia kept her eyes on the two, watching them as if they were dangerous animals that might lash out at her at any moment, while she slowly withdrew her hands from where they had been folded on the table before her. She discreetly reached underneath the table, her fingers quickly locating a small button built into the wood and pressing it. Just as discreetly, she rested her hands back on the table, folding them neatly, as if they had never budged.

Please hurry.

Several long, agonizing moments later, Celestia heard the tiny click of a door opening somewhere behind her, and then the soft pitter-patter of two high-heeled feet as they approached her. Out of the corner of her eye, Celestia saw a young woman dressed in a business skirt, a modest blouse, and wearing an adorably bulky pair of glasses step up and stand beside her. After pausing a moment to brush a strand of her thick, brown hair behind her ear, the woman leaned in and whispered into Celestia's ear.

“Y-Your Highness,” she squeaked, “the, um...the C-Captain of the Guard requests an immediate audience with you to discuss a matter of national security.”

Celestia nodded in silent acknowledgment, and the bespectacled woman withdrew, standing ramrod straight next to her seat, her hands dutifully clasped before her. Celestia waited an appropriate amount of time before raising a fist to her mouth, clearing her throat in a distinctively princess-like fashion, then parting her full, feminine lips to speak.

“Representatives,” said Celestia, her voice as soft as silk, yet as unyielding as stone.

Somehow managing to hear Celestia's words over the sound of their own bickering, the two representatives abruptly fell silent, visibly calming, as if suddenly waking from a dream. The two quickly turned their heads and looked over and up at the theoretical third participant in the discussion.

“I regret to inform you that an urgent matter has arisen that requires my immediate attention,” said Celestia. “I am afraid we must adjourn and resume this...very important discussion at a later date.”

“Oh, but of course, Your Highness!” said the first representative, speaking in a markedly more polite tone than she had been using moments earlier. “Whatever you wish!”

“As you wish, Your Highness!” said the second, smiling widely. “We are at your beck and call.”

“I thank you for understanding,” said Celestia as she gracefully rose from her seat, standing head-and-shoulders above the others. “I shall have my secretary arrange for a follow-up meeting at an appropriate time. Until then, I bid you good day.”

The two representatives rose to their feet as quickly as their old, knobbly knees would allow, then promptly dipped into deep curtsies. “Good day, Your Highness,” they said together.

The two managed to keep their forced smiles on their faces until they turned away from the table and began making their way towards the door. Celestia stood statuesquely as the two walked side-by-side, shooting each other angry looks when they thought the princess couldn't see. Eventually, they reached the heavy, sound-dampening door of the meeting room, opened it, then quickly stepped through, pulling it closed behind them.

The instant she heard the sound of the door clicking closed, Celestia's knees gave out beneath her, and she fell back into her seat, collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back against the plush cushion behind her, and let out a long sigh.

“Thank you, Raven,” she said, her tone uncharacteristically weary.

Standing at her side, Raven smiled softly, then quickly curtsied. “It was my pleasure, Your Highness,” she said.

A few moments later, Celestia raised her arms into the air and stretched out the tired limbs, unintentionally letting out a few ladylike grunts of exertion. At the same time, she leaned forward in her seat, allowing her to stretch out the pair of aching limbs that had been neatly folded against her back throughout the entire meeting. Raven quickly made way as the two immense feathered wings that sprouted from Celestia's back, each one as pure white as fresh snow, slowly unfurled, stretching out to their full extent. The little secretary could not help but feel a sense of awe as she watched those regal wings flex and shiver, each one looking so remarkably delicate, despite being bigger than her entire body. After a few moments of this, Celestia sighed again, re-folded her wings, then leaned back against her seat.

“Shall I...bring you some chamomile tea?” said Raven. “Or perhaps some jelly scones?”

“Thank you,” said Celestia, “but no. I am afraid tea will not do me any good right now.”

“Oh...very well, Your Higness,” said Raven.

A few silent moments later, Celestia spoke again. “Raven,” she said, looking over at her secretary, “what does my schedule look like for the rest of the day?”

“Oh! Um...” began Raven, quickly fishing a small notepad from her pocket and poring over it. “You have...a meeting with Representative Sharp Point to discuss the ongoing pencil shortage.”

No.

“Then there's the presentation on proper tooth-brushing techniques you told the Dentist's Guild you would attend,” Raven continued.

Please no.

“Oh! And then this evening,” said Raven, “you have a state dinner with Minister Persnickety and Chancellor Fussypants that— ”

“Stop,” said Celestia, raising a hand to silence the barrage. Raven dutifully fell silent, awaiting her princess's next command.

I'm not going to make it. I don't think I could make it through even one more meeting. If I have to hear the word “regulations” one more time today...

Celestia slowly raised her hands, reaching up past the long, spiraled horn that jutted proudly from her forehead. With one hand, she took hold of the golden crown that sat atop her head and carefully removed it; with the other, she slowly ran her fingers through her hair, finding some comfort in the gentle touch. After a few moments of this, she readjusted her luscious locks, then returned the crown to its rightful place atop her regal head. She sat up straight in her seat, took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

“Cancel it,” she said.

“Cancel it, Your Highness?” said Raven. “W-Which one?”

“All of it,” said Celestia. “Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.”

Raven was momentarily stunned at hearing such an unorthodox request from the normally workaholic princess, but Celestia's authoritative tone spurred her on regardless.

“Uh...y-yes, Your Highness,” said Raven as she whipped out a pencil and began scribbling in her notebook.

Celestia looked over at her loyal assistant, smiling warmly as she watched her work.

She's as much of a workaholic as I am. I wonder what she does to relax?

“Raven?” said Celestia.

Raven paused her scribbling for a moment, looking up at Celestia. “Yes, Your Highness?” she said.

“Do you ever go to the spa?” asked Celestia nonchalantly.

“Th-Th-The spa?” said Raven, blushing as if Celestia had just asked what color her panties were.

“Yes, the spa,” said Celestia.

“W-Well, I...I...y-yes, I...I do,” said Raven. “I mean...s-sometimes I do. I...I don't go excessively or anything...but I do go...frequently. B-But I don't go that frequently! It's not like I'm...shirking my responsibilities or anything, but—”

“Raven,” said Celestia, sensing the poor woman's discomfort.

Raven ceased her babbling, looking back at her princess. Upon that beautiful face, she saw that familiar warm, motherly smile, a smile that always managed to calm her down when she was upset.

“It's alright,” said Celestia.

Raven blushed at her own awkwardness, but managed to calm her fluttering heart.

“Y-Yes, Your Highness,” said Raven. “I...I do go to the spa.”

“Which spa do you like to go to?” asked Celestia.

“I...I like to go to the, uh...the Radiance,” said Raven.

“The Radiance?” said Celestia.

“Yes,” said Raven. “Er, Regal Radiance, I mean. It's...over in the Ruby District. They...they just have the nicest staff of anywhere I've been and...they have so much you can do there. Massages, mud baths, manicures, pedicures...anything you can think of. Of course, I...normally don't do all of that. I usually spend most of my time in the sauna. It's just...so nice in there...so peaceful and quiet. You can just lay back and...feel your stress melting away.”

If Raven's words had been an insufficient endorsement, then watching the woman's nervousness visibly dissipate at the mere thought of spending time at her favorite spa was more than enough to seal the deal for Celestia.

A sauna. That sounds heavenly.

“Well...I suppose that settles it then,” said Celestia as she slowly rose to her feet.

“Your Highness?” said Raven, gazing up at the princess.

“I want you to send a message to Regal Radiance,” said Celestia. “Tell them that I shall be paying them a visit this afternoon.”

“Uh...y-yes, of course...Your Highness,” said Raven, scribbling something in her notebook.

“And while you're at it,” said Celestia, “I'd like you to schedule a spa day for yourself sometime this week.”

The crack of Raven's pencil echoed throughout the room as it snapped in two. She clutched the broken pieces in her trembling hands as she looked back up at Celestia.

“Y-Y-Y-Your Highness?” she managed to get out.

Celestia smiled down at her faithful assistant. “Take the whole day,” she said. “Get whatever treatment you'd like. My treat.”

Celestia managed not to chuckle as she watched Raven try to keep the joyous expression off of her face.

“I...I...I...” Raven stammered. “Y-Y-Yes, Your Highness! Th-Thank you, Your Highness!” She immediately dropped into an excessively deep curtsy. “I...you...”

Celestia placed a gentle hand on Raven's shoulder, steadying the poor woman.

“You're quite welcome,” said Celestia.

Raven swallowed, managing to regain some degree of her professional composure. “B-But, Your Highness,” she said, “what time should I tell them you'll be arriving?”

Celestia turned towards the door and made her way towards it, her long, shapely legs carrying her quickly across the floor.

“Imminently,” she said.

The air was suffused with the distinctive aroma of freshly brewed coffee, which filled the lungs of anyone who took so much as a tiny whiff of it. Much less pleasant to the senses, however, was the constant din produced by the gaggle of snooty women seated nearby, obnoxiously slurping their lattes. A long line of people was assembled in the middle of the room, consisting of mothers clutching whining children to their breasts, university students listening to music so loudly that it could be heard through their headphones, as well as many other people of the sort who would have time to visit a coffee shop in the middle of a workday. This line stretched backwards far away to the door of the shop, then kept on going, through the door, down the street, and out of sight. Forwards, it stretched to a counter, behind which stood a woman of deceptively mundane appearance.

She was young, but not abnormally so. She was pleasant to look upon, but not eye-poppingly beautiful. Her form was distinctly feminine, boasting a modest bust, a small, round posterior, and a thin waist, but was not nearly voluptuous enough to make her stand out in a crowd. She wore a pair of plain jeans and an unmarked t-shirt light blue in color, the same blue as that which colored the spiraled horn that stuck out from her short, reddish-brown hair. A green apron was tied over her clothing, upon which was pinned a name tag that bore the name “Chrys”. The pale pink skin of her face was unadorned, unblemished, and otherwise unremarkable; the same could not be said of her deep green eyes, eyes tinged with an underlying layer of bitterness and hatred. Despite this, those lips of hers were stretched into a smile that no one around her cared enough to notice was forced.

“Here's your triple-whipple frosty mocha chai latte, ma'am,” she said as she handed the verbose beverage to an impatient-looking woman standing on the other side of the counter.

The customer scoffed as she quickly yanked the drink from Chrys's hands. “It's about time,” she sneered, quickly turning and walking away.

“Have a nice day!” said Chrys politely.

Choke on it, bitch.

Chrys watched the woman for half a moment, but quickly faced forward again upon feeling a very peculiar tremor. Dishes throughout the shop rattled, and rhythmic ripples appeared in the surfaces of otherwise still cups of coffee. Chrys looked forward, then slowly looked up, her smile gradually fading.

Lumbering forward towards the counter was what could only be described as a walking mountain of grotesque, flabby flesh with a pair of fat legs sticking out of the bottom, two fat arms jutting from the sides, and a fat, neckbearded head resting on top. Chrys supposed that calling the thing a “man” might have been technically accurate, but in her experience, men tended to be less than ninety percent blubber by volume. Whatever it was, its mass was miraculously contained within a ragged pair of sweat pants and an enormous t-shirt which bore the words “YOUR WAIFU IS SHIT”. Peeking over the tops of its shoulders was a set of short, stubby wings that Chrys could not have imagined lifting their owner's weight in her wildest dreams.

The trembling of the ground ceased as this rotund fellow took his place, and several others' places, before the counter and set his beady eyes on the menu hanging from the wall behind Chrys. Meanwhile, Chrys struggled to restart her brain, which had spontaneously shut down out of refusal to take part in what was surely coming next.

Why me?

Eventually, Chrys managed to force the smile back onto her face and find her voice once again.

“H-Hello, sir! Welcome to Starbits! What can I get for you?” she said.

Without taking his eyes off of the menu, the man before her lazily licked his fat lips, then spoke in a deep, meandering voice that matched his appearance perfectly.

“Yeah, can you give me a fuckin' uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh...” he began, his vocalization not ending even as the seconds dragged on.

Behind the counter, Chrys waited patiently with a smile on her face and a twitch in her eye.

“Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh...burger?” the man concluded at last.

A moment of silence passed as Chrys quickly debated hurling herself out of the nearest window.

“Uh...sir,” she said as politely as she could manage, “we don't sell burgers here.”

The man looked down at her, squinting confusedly as if she had just spoken in a foreign language.

“What do ya mean you don't sell burgers?” he said.

Kill me now.

“We have...paninis and breakfast sandwiches,” said Chrys, gesturing towards the glass display case nearby that showcased all manner of delicious-looking snacks.

“You think I know what a panini is?” said the man, growing visibly angry. “Just give me a burger, extra cheese!”

It was at that very moment that something in Chrys's head snapped: a tiny, frail thread of self-control that had somehow managed to hold back an entire ocean's worth of repressed anger throughout countless hours of service industry toil. Chrys's hands, which had been neatly clasped before her throughout this entire exchange, suddenly darted forward, seizing the massive man by his t-shirt and yanking him forward with a strength that would have put most gym rats to shame. Brought down to eye-level with her, the man gazed fearfully into Chrys's eyes, which burned with a green fire he could almost feel on his greasy skin.

“Now you listen to me, you hippopotamic land mass!” hissed Chrys. “This is a coffee shop! Do you know what we sell here? Coffee! Crazy, I know. We do not sell burgers! We do not take expired coupons! We do not honor our competitors' gift cards! And we do not make coffee with fucking breast milk! Now, you are either going to order something right fucking now, or you are going to drag your fat, smelly ass out of that door, because if you're still standing there in ten seconds, then I will personally shove your fat fucking head into the blender and hit frappe! Do I make myself clear?”

Chrys stood there fuming, the sound of her heavy breaths the only thing that permeated the silence that hung over the shop. Thankfully for the man she still held in her clutches, another sound broke the silence before she could make good on her threat. Even through the angry haze clouding her mind, Chrys detected the sound of a throat being cleared somewhere behind her. Her eyes slowly widened, the fire burning within them quickly doused. The angry snarl on her face faded as she slowly turned her head to the side, looking back over her shoulder.

Standing there, just a few feet away, was a very grumpy-looking middle-aged unicorn woman wearing business casual clothing. The woman had her arms crossed before her, and her piercing gaze focused directly on Chrys.

As Chrys met the woman's gaze, she felt her heart suddenly drop down into the soles of her sneakers. Her eyes darted back and forth between the woman and the man she had just finished giving a tongue-lashing.

Chrys chuckled awkwardly. “Uh...this...isn't what it looks like?” she said, looking at the woman with a guilty smile on her lips.

Before the woman could reply, the awkward silence was banished by the sound of loud, childish wailing. Chrys quickly looked forward again, only to see the big man was currently busy bawling his eyes out like a baby. Momentarily stunned by the sight, Chrys's grip loosened enough for the man to escape her grasp and flee the counter. The man made a beeline straight for the front door, knocking over several innocent bystanders like bowling pins on his way out. Chrys watched as he ran as fast as his flabby legs could carry him down the street, his cries eventually fading away.

“Chrysanthemum,” came the voice of the woman standing behind her. The woman uncrossed her arms, placing one hand on her hip, while holding the other one out before her, palm upwards. “Turn in your apron. You're fired.”

Chrys felt the color drain from her face, and felt her clammy skin crawl. “B-But I...he...y-you...” she stammered, racking her brain for any words that could salvage the situation. Before too long, however, she gave up, and shut her mouth. “Fine,” she said through clenched teeth.

Reaching behind her, Chrys quickly untied her apron, then pulled it off of herself. Rather than hand it to her boss, however, she spitefully balled it up and threw it onto the floor before her. She pointed an accusative finger at the woman, scowling venomously. “You will regret this!” she declared.

Chrys's former boss raised an eyebrow at this. “Oh, really?” she said.

“Yes!” said Chrys. “You will regret defying me! You and all of you pathetic fools!” She turned her gaze on the customers still filling the shop. “Just you wait! Enjoy your disgusting beverages while you can, because someday soon, I shall have my revenge on all of you! Your puny kingdom will be mine, and your princesses will kneel at my feet! Just you wait. Just you wait!”

With that, Chrys hopped over the counter and down onto the floor on the other side, the customers around her stepping back to make way. Chrys stomped her way towards the door, balling her hands into fists and muttering angrily. Chrys stomped her way right out of the shop and onto the street, then stomped away, glaring at anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path. She stomped her way through the streets of Canterlot, gradually moving away from the beautiful commercial areas of the city, making her way towards the closest thing that sparkling metropolis had to a slum. She stomped her way down deteriorating streets and past dusty convenience stores, right up to an old apartment building that looked as if it might crumble to dust if someone were to look at it wrong. She stomped her way up to a familiar door, the numbers of which had gone missing long ago, and which bore a mysterious stain that she had never dared to contemplate for too long. She angrily fished a key from her pocket, jammed it into the door, threw the door open, then stomped her way inside, slamming it shut behind her.

Chrys felt the anger drain out of her as soon as she was back in her own private corner of the universe, isolated from the aggravations of the outside world. She breathed a heavy sigh, leaning back against the door, then slowly sliding down until she was sitting upon the dirty carpet beneath her. As she stretched out her tired legs, she took a moment to look around at her apartment.

Four dirty walls with chipping paint surrounded her, and a water-stained ceiling sat above her head. Against one of these walls sat an unfolded sofa bed, the ominously stained mattress of which was covered with a ratty blanket, dirty laundry, and an old pizza box. Scattered throughout the rest of the room were a few other mismatched pieces of furniture that looked as if they had been fished out of a dumpster, mainly because they had been. There were a couple of chairs covered with more dirty laundry and a few old magazines. On one wall hung a cheap clock that always managed to be an hour late, no matter how many times she adjusted it. Over in the kitchen, surrounded by moldy tiles and buzzing flies, was a sink filled with a pile of precariously stacked dirty dishes. In the corner stood a tall lamp with a bare bulb; she considered turning it on, but the light seeping through the closed blinds of the room's single window kept the illumination at a pleasantly dim level.

The strangest feature of this particular dwelling, however, had to be the vaguely phallic-looking hunk of lavender-colored wood sitting on the side table next to the bed. Chrys glared at the wood, narrowing her eyes at it.

“Why yes, I am home early,” said Chrys. “How observant of you.”

A moment of silence passed, then Chrys scowled at the wood.

“So what if I got fired?” she said. “I didn't need that job! I didn't need them! I don't need anyone!”

Chrys rose to her feet, taking a few steps forward.

“Those fools,” she said, “treating me like that. They should be groveling before me and kissing my feet! If only they knew who they were dealing with.”

Suddenly, on the ground at Chrys's feet, a bright flash of green light appeared, which quickly spread to surround her shoes, then continued to expand, moving upwards and swallowing up her whole body. Within a fraction of a second, the woman had been completely enveloped in a column of green light, and just as quickly, the light faded away again, starting at her feet and gradually moving upwards. By the time the light had vanished completely, Chrys had disappeared, and someone entirely different had taken her place.

Where once there had stood a plain, unremarkable girl of modest appearance now towered a giant of a woman who could not have been called “modest” by any stretch of the imagination. Acres of creamy, pale flesh extended over a jaw-droppingly curvaceous body befitting of a true broodmother. Her ample assets were covered by nothing more than a low-cut black tank top and a pair of green panties, upon the back of which was emblazoned the word “QUEEN” in big, bold letters. Sprouting from her back was a set of large, translucent, insectoid wings of ragged, misshapen appearance that twitched sporadically. Tresses of long, greasy hair of dull blue color fell from her head, stretching down almost all the way to her butt. Jutting from her forehead was a jagged, twisted horn of black chitin sharp enough to pierce the strongest of armor. On top of her head rested a spindly, black crown which did little to give her an air of nobility. Her sculpted features boasted enough matronly beauty to have made even the strongest of hearts swoon, had her plush lips not been bent into a scowl and her brows furrowed over her burning green eyes.

After letting loose a sigh of unending agitation, Chrysalis, former queen of the changelings, strode across her apartment. Setting her gaze on a dartboard that hung on the wall nearby, she stooped and snatched up a number of darts sitting in a cracked coffee mug on the floor. She took her place before the board, glaring angrily at the smiling, happy faces featured in the photographs that had been pinned to it.

“I'll show them!” she said in a sinister, yet sultry voice that reverberated in a strange, unnerving fashion. “I'll show them all!”

Taking a dart in her hand, she drew back her powerful arm, setting her sights on an image of a young woman with a pink horn and wavy hair of purple and green. “Starlight Glimmer!” she snarled as she sent the projectile hurtling towards the picture, landing it right in the middle of one of those big blue eyes.

“Twilight Sparkle!” she said, throwing another dart into the face of a woman with neatly cut blue bangs and a horn of soft purple.

“Cadance!” she said, sending another dart flying for each name she spoke. “Shining Armor! That treasonous Thorax! Luna! Celestia! I'll have my revenge on every one of them!”

She continued to send dart after dart flying, until she had exhausted her supply. She balled her empty hands into fists, breathing heavily as she looked at the darts buried deep in the dartboard, every one of which had found its mark. Suddenly, she whipped her head around as if reacting to something, despite the room being as still and quiet as it had been a moment earlier. She zeroed in on the hunk of wood, her piercing gaze boring a hole through it.

“Quiet, you!” she snarled. “I haven't forgotten about you either!”

A silent moment passed before Chrysalis spoke again.

“How dare you speak to me that way!” she said, quickly making her way over to her side table. “I am your queen!”

Chrysalis seized the hunk of wood, turned, and threw the wood as hard as she could. The wood zoomed through the air before colliding with a wall, ricocheting off of it in a random direction. It bounced off of a chair, the ceiling, and the mattress, before finally hurtling back towards Chrysalis. So fast was it moving that she had no time to dodge the projectile before it struck her in the head, sending her reeling backwards. Her foot found an unfortunately placed glass bottle, upon which she tripped, sending her toppling down onto the floor face-first.

She lay there for several moments, her nose buried in a pile of discarded newspapers, silently fuming. Eventually, she raised her head, scowling down at the floor, cursing it for not being softer than it was. As she lay there, however, something in the scattered newsprint before her caught her eye.

“Stressed?” read one of the pages in big, vibrant text.

Yes, I am fucking stressed.

“Tired? Overworked? Underappreciated?” continued the page.

Yes, yes, and definitely.

Her rage momentarily forgotten, Chrysalis reached out and grabbed the page that had caught her attention. She held it before her, poring over it as she pushed herself back up into a sitting position.

“Massages,” she murmured to herself. “Mud baths...manicures, pedicures...sauna.”

For the first time in a while, a genuine smile appeared on her lips.

“The royal treatment you deserve,” read the page, “only at Regal Radiance.”

Chrysalis chuckled softly as her smile slowly widened. She quickly folded the page, slipping it into the long valley of her cleavage, then rose to her feet. With a confident stride, she made her way to the door, a column of green light enveloping her as she reached for the handle. The handle was seized by the hand of an ex-barista named Chrys who quickly threw open the door.

“I'm going out,” said Chrys, glancing back at where the hunk of wood lay on the floor. “Don't wait up for me.”

With a wicked smile on her lips and a chuckle in her throat, Chrys stepped through the door, slamming it shut behind her.

The Royal Room

“Are you...certain you wouldn't like anything else, Your Highness?”

Celestia looked down at the one walking along beside her: a middle-aged unicorn woman dressed in a pristine white spa uniform, her lavender-colored hair arranged in a professional, yet stylish fashion. The woman was walking quickly to match the stride of the much larger princess; despite this, she managed to maintain a professional air, gazing up at Celestia with a smile of respectful subservience.

In spite of her frazzled brain and her weary body, Celestia gave the woman the same loving, motherly smile she gave to all of her beloved subjects.

“I am quite sure, Miss Repose,” said Celestia.

“Because we have a wide range of treatments available to fulfill your every need and want,” said Miss Repose. “If there is anything else you desire, anything at all, we would be more than happy to provide it.”

“I appreciate your hospitality,” said Celestia, “but...I really would just like to spend some time in the sauna today.”

“Oh...as you wish, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose.

The woman did her best to maintain her upbeat appearance, but Celestia still managed to see the disappointment in her eyes. Celestia wished she could have avoided causing her further grief, especially after everything that had already happened that afternoon. Showing up at the spa with hardly any advance notice had been bad enough, what with the terrific scramble she had incited amongst the staff. Any other day, she would have gladly announced her visit well in advance; unfortunately, her daily supply of patience had already been used up long before she had walked through their door. She had offered to provide additional compensation for the trouble she had caused them, but Restful Repose, the manager of the establishment, would hear nothing of it. Not only had she immediately put herself and her staff at Celestia's disposal, but she had refused to accept any compensation from the princess, even at their standard rate. Apparently, the spa had never had the honor of catering to a princess before, and the staff seemed to consider the opportunity to do so to be more valuable than any number of bits, at least in Miss Repose's mind. The poor woman's enthusiasm only made her disappointment that much more painful to see.

“But perhaps...I could come back another day and try some of the other treatments you were telling me about?” said Celestia.

Miss Repose's face lit up upon hearing Celestia's words. “Oh...yes, Your Highness!” she said. “Of course, Your Highness! We would love to have you back whenever you wish!”

As much as she enjoyed seeing the ecstatic look on the woman's face, Celestia was less ecstatic at the thought of following through with her suggestion. Truthfully, Celestia's idea of relaxation did not include being waited on hand and foot by a small army of devoted servants; she got enough of that back at the castle. Massages, pedicures, and all of the other treatments that involved yet more people hanging on her whims, desperately seeking her approval, did not seem particularly attractive to her. To sit in a sauna, however, to be completely alone in a quiet, peaceful setting, was a much different matter. No servants, no petitioners, no paperwork; just her and a room full of hot steam caressing every inch of her weary body. She could hardly wait.

Celestia allowed herself to fantasize about the experience as she and Miss Repose made their way down one of the spa's large hallways. She absentmindedly pored over the soothingly off-white walls, and breathed in the mildly flower-scented air. Her golden sandals clicked softly on the polished marble as they walked, right alongside the pitter-patter of her hostess's heels. The rhythm of their feet might have been calming to the ear, had it not been overshadowed by the loud clanking of the golden armor worn by the two royal guards walking closely, but not too closely, behind them. Doing her best to put the cacophony out of her mind, Celestia continued on down the hall, passing a number of doors on either side.

“Are these your saunas?” she asked.

“Yes, Your Highness,” replied Miss Repose. “Regal Radiance boasts over thirty luxury steam rooms of the highest caliber. You will not find a more satisfying sauna experience anywhere else in the city.”

“I am thrilled to hear that,” said Celestia. “Which room may I use, then?”

“Oh, you would not wish to use one of these rooms, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose.

“Oh?” said Celestia.

“Oh...please forgive my presumption, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose, “but...my staff and I have already prepared our VIP room just for you. The...Royal Room, as it were. I believe you will have a much more satisfying experience there...but if you really wish to use one of these rooms, I'm sure I can make arrangements.”

“No, no,” said Celestia, not wanting to cause the poor woman even more hassle. “That's quite alright. I'm sure whatever you're arranged for me will be lovely.” She threw in a calming smile, which seemed to have the desired effect on the overly accommodating spa manager.

“Very well, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose. “I am certain you will find the Royal Room to your liking.”

A short distance later, the hallway came to a short stairwell which led up to the floor above. Celestia and her escorts ascended the stairs, arriving at an area positioned above the other sauna rooms. The room they stepped out into was wide in all dimensions, and was noticeably more luxurious in design than the rest of the spa. Elegant furniture was carefully arranged throughout it, including fine couches, chairs, and accent tables. Large windows in one wall opened up onto the skyline of Canterlot, providing a gorgeous view of the city sparkling in the afternoon sun. Rich carpets of ornate design covered the marble floor, and lush plants housed in beautiful pots provided a lived-in atmosphere. If Celestia hadn't known any better, she would have thought she had just walked into one of the many sitting rooms of her castle.

“The waiting room, Your Highness,” Miss Repose explained as they crossed the room. “We have quite a queue for the Royal Room on some days, so we've taken it upon ourselves to make the pre-sauna experience just as enjoyable as the sauna itself.”

“Well, it certainly is luxurious,” said Celestia. “Although...I can't help but notice that there's not much of queue at the moment.”

Truthfully, apart from their party, the room was completely empty, but Celestia opted for a more diplomatic phrasing.

“Oh, not today, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose. “No one else has made reservations for this afternoon, so you should feel free to spend as long as you wish in the sauna...within safe limits, of course.”

While her face did not betray any dishonestly, she had, in fact, been stretching the truth a bit. There had been a few reservations made for that afternoon, but an inconvenient “steam shortage” had forced her to cancel those. While she may have annoyed the spoiled rich girls and little lordlings who frequented the room, she considered it a small price to pay for having the princess bless her humble establishment with her presence.

“Well, thank you very much,” said Celestia, “but I probably won't be spending too long in there.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose.

As they reached the far end of the room, the group arrived at a set of double-doors made of polished stone and inlaid with sparkling gemstones.

“Here we are!” said Miss Repose. “The Royal Room. Let me just get this unlocked...”

From within her pocket, she produced a keyring with enough keys to have given the average locksmith a headache. She quickly rifled through the keys, picking out a large, golden one and inserting it into a lock built into the doors. A twist of the wrist, and the lock opened with a dull thunk.

“There we are,” said Miss Repose. “Now...allow me to escort you inside and show you what the room has to offer.”

Taking hold of the door handles, she gracefully pushed the doors open, clearing the path to the space beyond.

“If you'll just follow me, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose, preparing to step through.

Before either she or Celestia could budge, however, their came the loud, authoritative voice of one of the guardswomen standing nearby. “Security sweep!” she barked out.

As fast as lightning, two golden forms zipped past Celestia and through the doors, the wind they kicked up rustling her hair. Miss Repose stood frozen in shock at the sudden commotion, her eyes wide and her mouth agape; Celestia, on the other hand, didn't even bat an eye.

“I must apologize for my guards,” said Celestia. “They can sometimes be a bit...overzealous.”

“Oh...that's...quite alright, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose, the woman managing to regain some of her composure.

“Overzealous” was a bit of an understatement, thought Celestia. Ever since her most recent kidnapping at the hands of the changeling queen Chrysalis, her guards had been paranoid to the point of absurdity. Even with the queen having been replaced by her son Thorax and no longer being a threat, the guards had refused to relax, seeing new enemies around every corner. It had taken a long time before they had felt comfortable about her leaving the castle again, and even then, her escorts had stuck to her more closely than ever. She had hoped that she might be able to spend at least one afternoon in peace without having to deal with yet another security sweep, perimeter check, or some other ultimately unnecessary precaution. Even more so, she had hoped that Miss Repose and her staff would not have to deal with any more of her guards' somewhat embarrassing behavior than they already had.

“Erm...sergeant?” said Celestia, peering through the doors. “Is this...really necessary?”

“Yes, Your Highness!” came the voice of the sergeant from somewhere within. “We must make sure that this location is secure!”

Celestia sighed inwardly. She could probably have put a stop to her guards' antics if she really wanted to, but she had found that doing so was typically more of a pain for everyone involved than simply letting them do their jobs. Therefore, Celestia waited patiently, listening to the clanking of armor, the gruff vocalizations, and the occasional loud banging noises that emanated from within. Miss Repose waited as well, doing her best to keep up her unperturbed appearance, although it was clear from looking at her that she would have gladly dragged the two guardswomen out of the sauna herself had Celestia not been there. Every slight wince she made upon hearing a particularly worrying thump or bang just made Celestia feel that much more guilty.

“You will be...compensated for any damages, of course,” said Celestia, grinning the most reassuring grin she could manage.

Miss Repose looked as if she were about to refuse the princess's money yet again, but a sudden thud seemed to make her reconsider. “Erm...y-yes, Your Highness,” she said.

After several long, awkward moments more, the two guardswomen finally reemerged, standing at attention before Celestia and saluting. “Security sweep complete, Your Highness!” announced the sergeant.

Finally.

“Thank you, sergeant,” said Celestia, managing to hide her annoyance. “As you were.”

The guards saluted once more, then quickly resumed their previous positions a short distance away.

“Well, Miss Repose,” said Celestia. “Shall we?”

“Y-Yes, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose before tentatively making her way through the doors.

Celestia followed close behind her, the tall woman bowing her head slightly to get the tip of her long horn through. As she looked around, she saw that the room they entered into superficially resembled a locker room, what with the large locker-like containers that lined its perimeter, the long benches that ran through it, and the abundance of full-length mirrors that hung from its walls. However, comparing it to those dirty, smelly places found in gyms and public pools would have been a serious insult to the room, its architect, and the spa as a whole.

The place simply oozed luxury, and would not have looked out of place in the residences of the most ostentatious of aristocrats. Its white marble “lockers” would have more appropriately been called wardrobes, so huge and ornately carved were they. The nearby benches were made of marble as well, and featured decorative flourishes inlaid with gold leaf. On each side of the room, a passage led away to some unseen area, one passage marked with the tasteful silhouette of a distinctively masculine form painted on the wall, the other passage with a feminine one. In the ceiling were set a number of subtle electric lights which gave the room a bright, but not harsh, level of illumination. Ahead of them, on the far wall, was situated a sliding door made of rich, flawless wood light in color. Most impressive of all, however, was the floor, which was covered in an elaborate tile mosaic depicting an image of a big, yellow sun over an abstract background of gentle blues, greens, and pinks. It did not take Celestia long to realize who the room's designer had drawn their inspiration from.

“Here we are,” said Miss Repose, stepping into the center of the room and turning to face Celestia, “the Royal Room. First, we have the dressing room. You may feel free to use whichever locker you wish to store your garments. And to cover yourself...” She quickly opened a nearby cupboard as luxurious as the rest of the room, displaying its contents of thick, fluffy towels to Celestia. “Our finest towels, already pre-warmed for you. Feel free to use as many as you like, Your Highness.”

Closing up the cupboard, she led Celestia down the passage marked with the feminine silhouette. “And here...we have the powder room, so to speak,” she said, escorting Celestia out into a grand bathroom containing marble sinks and an enormous glass-walled shower with golden fixtures, as well as the more typical restroom amenities.

“Last, but not least,” she said, leading Celestia back into the dressing room, “we have the sauna itself, right through this door.” She showed Celestia to the wooden door, demonstrating how to slide it open. “I would advise you to keep the door closed as much as possible, Your Highness, or else the steam will escape.”

“Of course,” said Celestia.

“Well...I believe that's everything,” said Miss Repose. “The sauna has already been heated to the ideal temperature, so you may enter whenever you wish. If you would like the temperature to be adjusted, or if there is anything else my staff and I can do to make your experience more enjoyable, anything at all, you can summon us with this.” She gestured towards a velvet bell pull set into a small alcove in the wall. “Ring, and one of us will be here in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Otherwise, we will leave you to your steam. You won’t need to worry about my staff, or anyone else, bothering you. Once you lock the doors, you will have complete and total privacy, alone and unheard.”

“Unheard?” said Celestia.

“Oh, yes!” said Miss Repose. “We had the sauna magically soundproofed a few years back. Some of our more prestigious guests...celebrities, government officials, and the like...felt concerned about being eavesdropped on while here. Our guests’ comfort being our top priority, we took measures to ensure that their conversations would not be overheard by anyone, accidentally or otherwise. Rest assured, Your Highness, you may be as loud as you wish, and no one will hear a peep.”

“Thank you, Miss Repose,” said Celestia, “but I don’t believe I will be making too much noise while I am in there.”

“Of course, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose. “Is there...anything else I can do for you before I go?”

“No,” said Celestia. “Right now...I would just like to enter the sauna.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” said Miss Repose. “Please enjoy your treatment, and on behalf of all of us here at Regal Radiance, I would like to thank you again for visiting us here today.”

“You are quite welcome, Miss Repose,” said Celestia with a smile. “And I would like to thank you for arranging this for me on such short notice. I am most impressed by your facilities, and I am certain I will enjoy my time here.”

Miss Repose beamed at the compliment, but managed to keep her cool. “Thank you, Your Highness,” she said, giving Celestia a deep curtsy. “Until later, Your Highness.”

She quickly backed out of the dressing room, returning to the waiting room. Celestia gave her one last smile and a nod as she carefully closed the double-doors behind her.

Celestia relaxed, letting out a gentle sigh. As friendly and accommodating as her hostess had been, Celestia was glad that she had finally left her to her sauna. Finally, she could undress, slip into a fluffy towel, and step into the beautiful steam room she had been waiting to experience the entire long carriage ride over, now that she was alone...well, almost alone.

She looked over at her guards, the two women still standing nearby, patiently awaiting their princess's command.

“Sergeant,” said Celestia. “You two may go now.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” said the sergeant. “We will be right outside the door if you need us.”

Celestia hesitated. Given how antsy her guards had been lately, she was somewhat apprehensive to have them stationed so closely to herself in such a setting. All it would take would be a single suspicious feeling from the paranoid guardswoman, and she might come barreling into the sauna, seeking out the nonexistent attack on her princess. If Celestia were in a less-than-presentable state at the time, and her guards' antics drew others to the scene...

“Erm...perhaps you two could guard another area,” said Celestia. “I don't think it will be necessary for you both to be so close.”

“Your Highness,” said the sergeant, “please forgive me, but...it is imperative that we remain nearby at all times. There's no telling when an enemy might attack.”

Celestia groaned inwardly. “Well...what about the stairwell?” she said. “You and your men have already inspected the entire building, correct?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” said the sergeant.

“And the stairs are the only way to access this part of the building, correct?” said Celestia.

“Yes, Your Highness,” said the sergeant.

“Then you should be just as capable of guarding me from down there as from up here, correct?” said Celestia.

“Well...yes, Your Highness,” said the sergeant.

“Then it's settled,” said Celestia. “Take your positions down there, and if I have need of you, I shall call for you. Understood?”

The sergeant did not look entirely enthused about the princess's command, but she was not the sort to disobey a direct order. “Yes, Your Highness,” she said, she and her fellow guard saluting before swiftly turning and marching out of the dressing room.

Celestia waited until they had crossed back into the waiting room, then closed the doors shut behind them, immediately twisting the lock closed. As the clanking of the guards' armor was silenced by the heavy door, leaving Celestia alone in serene quiet, her lips stretched into a small smile. She turned around, sighing with relief as she surveyed the dressing room, her eyes quickly falling on the door to the sauna.

Not wanting to waste a moment of her precious alone time, Celestia quickly made her way to the lockers, choosing one arbitrarily and opening it. The locker was as spacious on the inside as it appeared on the outside, and could easily have stored an entire week's worth of her wardrobe, complete with shoes and accessories. Satisfied that it would be sufficient for her needs, Celestia stepped back and began the process of disrobing.

First was her crown, which she reverently removed from her head and placed on a shelf within, followed by the matching golden amulet that hung from her shapely neck, which she stored alongside it. To remove her golden sandals, she carefully placed one foot at a time upon the nearby bench, quickly undoing the clasps of the shoe that contained it, then slid the shoe off. The relatively cool air of the dressing room felt marvelous upon the soft, warm skin of her feet, especially after a long day of work. She took a moment to caress her smooth heels, her high arches, and her plump little toes, each one of which boasted a perfectly pedicured nail painted with the same soothing colors as her hair. The large woman flexed and scrunched her equally large feet, then returned them to the floor once again.

Leaning down carefully, Celestia grasped the bottom of her long, flowing, ankle-length gown, then slowly drew it upwards, baring her goddess-like form inch by beautiful inch. Her long, shapely calves quickly came into view, the combined sight of which would have been enough to fill the minds of even the chastest of men with perverse thoughts. Even if those same men managed to keep a hold of their higher brain functions, their remaining mental faculties would almost assuredly have been lost to them as their eyes roamed upwards and beheld the two enormous thighs that sat just above. Those two tree trunks boasted so much plump, pillowy flesh that they could not help but jiggle slightly with every little movement she made, a single step being enough to set them both wobbling enticingly. Only a handful of incredibly fortunate individuals had ever been blessed with the opportunity to lay their heads upon those heavenly thighs, and every one of those few had shared the assessment that no other pillow, no matter how plush or warm, could ever possibly compare.

As Celestia's gown was drawn further upwards, there came into view the truly awe-inspiring sight of her huge, motherly hips. Despite having never been used for that purpose, those hips could have easily outmatched those of even the most productive of mothers in terms of their sheer jaw-dropping girth. Stretching across those hips, clinging to her plump flesh just snugly enough to highlight its thickness, was a pair of chaste panties as pure white as her gown. That pristine undergarment honorably protected the precious treasure between her legs from sight; the same could not be said about that which it tried in vain to contain on the other side of those hips.

Jutting proudly from Celestia's body between her thighs and her back was possibly the biggest, roundest, plumpest, most perfect posterior to be found anywhere within the magical land of Equestria. Two identical globes of caramel-colored flesh combined to form a celestial body as magnificent as the sun, and twice as hot. Each one of those beach-ball-sized buns boasted more squishable, squeezable goodness within them than some women had in their entire bodies, a reality that filled the hearts of those women who gazed upon her with envy, and in many cases, lust. Despite the best efforts of her panties to contain it, that astounding ass had a mind of its own, wibbling and wobbling to and fro like gelatin as she moved, refusing to bend to even its owner's whims. She had tried, of course, to reign in her colossal can through careful diet and exercise, but her accursed sweet tooth had ensured that her mouth-wateringly chubby cheeks received a steady diet of cake, pastries, and other sweets to keep them topped off with soft, feminine plumpness.

As her gown moved further upwards, Celestia's wide hips made way for the thin waist that gave her an hourglass figure of truly divine proportions, a figure the likes of which women dreamed of possessing, and which men dreamed of wrapping their arms around. Every inch of her smooth, flat stomach was soon revealed, complete with the adorable little belly button that sat at its center. A quiver of carnal delight passed through her as her fingers grazed the sides of her belly, the incredibly ticklish nature of which was a closely guarded secret that had only ever been known to a few.

Before her gown could move any higher, however, Celestia was forced to move it a significant distance forward in order to pass over the sheer enormity of that which it still covered. Like a pair of radiant suns rising up over the horizon, there came into view a true masterwork of the feminine form, without rival and without equal. Two titanic teardrops of soft, warm flesh were slowly revealed, every inch of their vast acreage as beautifully sun-kissed as the rest of her. Free from the confines of any humble brassiere, those twin oceans of feminine flesh were able to wibble and wobble as they wished as Celestia worked her gown up and over their steep slopes, soon passing over the pair of thick pink nipples that sat at their crests, each one boasting a perfectly round areola as wide as a tea saucer. Despite each beautiful breast being massive enough to put even a prize-winning watermelon to shame, the two held their picturesque, perky shape with an almost supernatural perfection, neither sagging nor otherwise deforming beyond the near-constant jiggling they partook in as Celestia wiggled her gown up and over them.

With one final burst of effort, Celestia managed to pull her gown past her shoulders, then up and over her head, carefully avoiding the pointed tip of her horn. She slid each of her shapely, feminine arms out of the gown one by one, then took hold of her thick, multicolored tresses and pulled them out as well. Finally free of the gown, she carefully stored it in her chosen locker, hanging it neatly from a golden hanger. There remained, however, one last piece of cloth clinging to her form, one last thin barrier preserving the decency of her beautiful body. It was this meager undergarment that Celestia now reached for, slipping the long, rounded nails of her feminine fingers, each one painted to match her toes, into the waistband. Taking a firm hold of those panties, she slowly pushed them down over her hips, revealing the holy of holies of her divine body.

From the fertile soil of her tanned flesh grew a patch of downy fuzz of the same shimmering colors as the hair on her head. Those silken hairs had been meticulously sculpted by her own hand, trimmed into a rounded trapezoid that angled downward, directing the nonexistent eyes in the room towards the legendary lips that had held a place in the fantasies of Equestria's populace for centuries. Only one living soul had ever gazed upon that mouthwatering, matronly womanhood, seen those thick, plump lips that boldly announced the femininity of their owner to the world, and those delicate pink petals concealed just inside the tight purse they formed. Coincidentally, that indescribably lucky individual was also the one who had to bear witness to the myriad of fantasies those lips featured in on a nightly basis, and was of the firm opinion that not even the most imaginative of dreamers had ever come close to conceiving of their sheer perfection.

Celestia slowly bent at the waist as she led her panties down the long length of her legs to the floor, where she carefully stepped out of them. After standing up again, she carefully placed her undergarment within the locker, where it sat, safe and sound, right next to her crown. With that final business taken care of, she closed the locker once again, then turned to face the room.

Despite her solitude, and despite the locked door standing between her and any potential observers, Celestia could not help but feel a bit exposed as she stood there. It had been a long time indeed since she had been in such a vulnerable state outside the safety and privacy of her own bedchambers. The thought of someone strolling in and seeing her, a princess of Equestria, as naked as the day she was born terrified her...yet it made her heart flutter from the sheer thrill of it. A sinful smile crept onto her lips as she turned to face one of the long, golden mirrors nearby.

Celestia pored over her body, inspecting herself from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She slowly turned and twisted, taking in every angle, leaving not an inch unseen. She allowed her hands to roam, her curious fingers gliding across her flawless skin, seeking out the most eye-catching parts of her anatomy. She gently sank her fingers into the plump flesh of her breasts, gauging their weight and consistency. A small frown made its way onto her face as she took a few probing squeezes of her pillowy soft ass cheeks, making a mental note to skip dessert that night.

Tearing her eyes away from her prodigious posterior, Celestia leaded in towards the mirror and adjusted her hair, those flowing locks framing a truly angelic visage, the radiant beauty of which had served as the inspiration for countless works of poetry and art over the centuries. Full, feminine lips as soft as clouds sat beneath a shapely, elegant nose and alongside a pair of warm, rosy cheeks. The most striking feature of all, however, was her shimmering pink eyes, eyes as deep and mysterious as the most esoteric of magical lore, but as warm and loving as those of any mother who had ever lived. After making the final adjustment to her hair, Celestia batted the long, full lashes that framed those eyes, then smiled at the face in the mirror.

As exciting as she found it to bare herself in a relatively public place, Celestia was not feeling scandalous enough to enter the sauna without at least some bit of covering. So it was that she quickly made her way over to the nearby cupboard and withdrew one of the fluffy towels it contained. She unfolded her feathery wings, extending them slightly to make way for the towel as she wrapped it around herself. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the soothing warmth of the cloth seep into her skin, a titillating preview of what was to come. While she did her best to preserve her modesty, the tall princess found that even the sauna's large towels were not quite big enough to cover her as well as she would have liked. She manged to stretch one edge down far enough to cover the spot between her legs, and the other up high enough to conceal her nipples, but nothing more beyond that. She briefly considered employing another towel to make up the difference, but decided that it was ultimately not worth it; she would be alone in the sauna, after all.

Besides, after waiting for so long, Celestia hardly had the patience to wait even one more moment for the soothing warmth she had been promised. After taking a quick peek over her shoulder to confirm that the door to the waiting room was indeed locked, she quickly made her way to the sauna's wooden door, grasping it and sliding it fully open. She let loose a reflexive gasp as a thick wave of hot, humid air spilled from within, flowing over her soft skin. Smiling gleefully, she stepped forward into the sauna's warm embrace, sliding the door shut behind her.

A dense haze of steam filled the sauna from corner to corner, slightly impairing Celestia's vision, but not so much that she could not take in the luxury of her surroundings. The room was huge, so much so that she imagined it could have comfortably housed an entire platoon of her guards at once. Wood paneling of the same exquisite quality as the door covered the floor, the walls, and the ceiling, evoking a paradoxical air of rustic refinement that she adored. Multiple tiers of wooden benches stretched around the room, somewhat reminiscent of stadium seats, and in the center, a large fire pit sat, its surface covered with a number of dark grey stones. All of this was bathed in the soft illumination of the sauna’s electric lights, which shone with an intensity comparable to warm, soothing candlelight.

Celestia took in all of this in an instant, for as soon as she had been fully enveloped by the sauna's steamy touch, her eyelids fluttered closed, and a long, breathy sigh escaped her lips. She had known what to expect, of course, but that did not do anything to diminish the staggering pleasure of that wet heat as it lovingly consumed her. Like stepping into a hot bubble bath, that incredible heat quickly radiated through her flesh, planting its soft kiss upon every tender inch of her body. She surrendered to its influence, smiling gently as it carried her away into a world of much-needed comfort and relief.

Cracking her eyelids, Celestia slowly padded over to the far side of the sauna, carefully lowering herself down onto the lowest bench. She leaned back against the high wall formed by the next tier of seating, her huge, fluffy wings forming the perfect cushion, and stretched out her long, curvy legs.

“Oh...yes,” she sighed, as she allowed her eyes to fall closed.

Heavenly. Just...heavenly. This heat...this quiet...this solitude. I should have done this ages ago.

Celestia lay there, savoring the steamy touch of the sauna, thinking to herself that nothing could possibly ruin that perfect moment.

The hallway echoed with the rhythmic footsteps of a pair of modest, white, short-heeled shoes, which strode confidently through the winding passages of the spa. Accompanying the modest footwear was an equally modest spa uniform that clung snugly, but not tightly, to the feminine form of the one who wore it, highlighting her modest bust, her thin waist, and her small, round posterior. Two deceptively slender arms held a basket of fluffy towels before her as she walked, providing a convenient excuse for her presence. A spiraled horn light blue in color poked through the bangs of the short, reddish-brown hair that sat atop her head. Her practiced smile was remarkably unremarkable, unlike her deep green eyes, which busily scanned her surroundings as she went.

It should be close now. What did that map say? Was it this corner?

Coming to a crossroads, the woman made a right turn, stepping into a long hallway painted in a soothing off-white and lined with doors on either side. Her sharp eyes quickly ran the length of the hallway, detecting the stairwell that sat at the far end of it, and the two golden-armored guards that stood to either side of it. She did not break her stride, casually advancing down the hall as if nothing were amiss, despite the unforeseen hiccup in her plans.

Shit. There's guards here too? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. There was a whole gaggle of them outside.

If she hadn't been in such dire need of stress relief that afternoon, she probably would have turned tail and walked back to her dingy apartment upon seeing the wall of golden metal that surrounded Regal Radiance. Granted, it hadn't been that difficult for a certain little bug to buzz her way right over the heads of the guards and through one of the spa's many open windows. After that, it had been a simple matter of blending in with the myriad of spa patrons and workers running about, something she had a significant amount of experience doing.

However, the high level of security had forced her to alter her plans somewhat. While at first having intended to forge a reservation in the spa's books for a full-course meal of relaxing treatments, she realized that it might be more prudent to partake in something a bit more subtle and a bit more private. She had come there to relax, not to spend the afternoon constantly looking over her shoulder for guards after all. After cursing whatever ambassador or duchess had dragged such a serious escort to the spa with them, she had decided to partake in a quiet, solitary, out-of-the-way sauna session, something that would minimize potential interactions with either the staff or the guards. That decision had led her there to that particular hallway, the doors to the spa's famous steam rooms lining the walls beside her.

She could have easily ducked into one of those empty rooms and had a nice, long steam session to herself, leaving before anyone even knew she was there. Had she not glanced at a map of the sprawling facility and seen the name of the room located directly above that hallway, she might have done just that. As it was, the idea of spending time in one of the puny steam rooms that any pathetic commoner might use was abhorrent to her, now that she knew there was a much more enticing alternative. She was a queen; she deserved a sauna room as grandiose, as magnificent, and as regal as she was. Hopefully, this “Royal Room” lived up to its name, or else she might have to have a little chat with the manager of the establishment.

It had been an easy matter to sneak through the spa's hallways, avoiding passersby whenever possible, and eventually make it to the manager's office. Thankfully, the manager had been absent, no doubt off kissing the feet of some stuffy noblewoman, allowing her full access to the reservation books and the spa's spare keys. A quick look at the books had revealed that, miraculously, all of the Royal Room's reservations for the afternoon had been canceled, every name on the list having been crossed out. Taking it as a sign, she had snatched up the large golden key from its peg and made her way, slowly and carefully, to that very spot.

I just need to deal with these fools.

She was quickly nearing the end of the hall, drawing closer and closer to the two guardswomen standing there. She briefly considered changing into a bugbear and cracking their skulls like walnuts, but she eventually decided to take a more subtle approach. Wiping the smile from her face, she adopted an expression of carefully measured concern, then approached the guard whose ornamentation identified her as being a sergeant.

“Halt!” spoke the sergeant, glaring down at the little woman in white. “State your business.”

“Oh! Um...I'm...I'm sorry to bother you, officer,” said the woman, “but...I think I saw something...suspicious in one of the steam rooms.”

“Suspicious?” said the sergeant, suddenly looking very interested.

“Yes,” said the woman. “I think it was one of those...creepy bug things that attacked the city a few years ago. I saw a weird green light and—”

“Where?” said the sergeant, her eyes wide. “Where did you see it?”

“Uh...room twenty-three, I think,” said the woman, nodding towards one of the nearby steam rooms.

The sergeant locked eyes with her fellow guard, and the two nodded in agreement. The other immediately ran off down the hall towards room twenty-three, while the sergeant remained to address the woman again.

“Thank you for the tip, ma'am,” said the sergeant, before taking off as well.

The woman took a moment to watch the two guards barreling down the hallway at top speed, grinning wickedly.

Fools.

She turned and casually made her way up the stairs, listening to the clanking of armor, the shouts of “security sweep”, the crunch of a door being kicked down, and a masculine scream of terror.

At the top of the stairs, she emerged into a large room decorated with expensive furniture and opulent carpets. Huge windows in one wall opened up onto the skyline of Canterlot, and on the far wall, there sat an impressive-looking set of double-doors that sparkled with gemstones.

“That has to be it,” she muttered to herself.

Casually discarding her basket, she strolled across the room, soon arriving at the doors. She swiftly retrieved the golden key from her pocket, slipping it into the lock and giving it a twist. A satisfying clunk sounded out as the doors unlocked, and she quickly slipped through, opening and closing the doors as quietly as a mouse. She locked the doors behind her, then turned and surveyed the room she had entered.

If she had not been living in a city of white and gold for as long as she had been, she might have retched at the gaudy color scheme of the luxurious locker room she found herself in. As it was, she merely sneered, eyeing the familiar yellow sun that decorated the floor with particular contempt. She strolled up to it, opened her mouth wide, then spat upon those gleaming, golden-yellow tiles. After making a mental note to have the room torn down and redone in black and green once she conquered the city, she walked further into the room, soon arriving at the beautiful wooden door that stood before her.

“Well then,” she said, smiling, “I suppose I should get changed.”

The walls of the room flashed green as that unremarkable woman was suddenly enveloped in a column of light, which faded away just as suddenly. The gentle lights of the locker room shone down on the one standing before the door, someone who was most definitely not the petite little ex-barista who had just walked into the room. No, the one who brazenly stood there, naked as the day she was hatched, was none other than Chrysalis, former queen of the changelings, her Amazonian form on full display for the nonexistent audience around her.

Two meaty, yet feminine feet were planted firmly on the ground beneath her, their jet-black-painted toes flexing in anticipation. Those silken soles and dexterous digits could have effortlessly extracted moans of pleasure from any man fortunate enough to feel their touch, and could have just as easily crushed the skull of an unfortunate one, depending on the mood of their owner.

Complimenting those powerful feet were an equally powerful pair of long, curvaceous legs, two trunks of thick, rock-hard muscle buried beneath a soft layer of feminine plumpness that concealed their true nature. The deceptive appearance of those juicy thighs and shapely calves had lured many a foolish creature to their sensual doom over the years. The sight of that warm, creamy flesh jiggling as she walked would lure them in, but once she had them in her grasp, they would be trapped, caught like a puny fly in the web of a hungry mama spider. With those powerful thighs at her disposal, thighs strong enough to have crushed an entire farm's worth of melons between them, it was a simple matter to do the same to the empty head of whatever perverted man she had snared. On the other hand, if she were in a particularly good mood, she might simply squeeze him like a lemon, keeping him teetering on the edge of consciousness while she used those skillful feet of hers to tend to him down below.

At the summit of those powerful pillars was an even more impressive sight, if such a thing was even possible. If those legs of hers were enough to make a man drool, then to gaze upon those room-filling, pelvis-crushing, babymaking hips would have sent him into a howling fit of lust. Nothing could possibly hope to match the sheer, raw femininity those huge hips projected, hips befitting of a mother whose innumerable brood had almost conquered the most powerful nation in the world. Those big breeding hips slowly swayed from side-to-side, reflexively presenting an erotic display the soft, warm flesh that clung to her rear.

Two mountains of muscle and soft, feminine plumpness sat there, buns of steel as big and as round as a pair of prize-winning pumpkins. She couldn't even remember how many pathetic souls had been mesmerized by the slow, sensual shake of her truly astonishing ass, losing themselves wholly and completely to its spell. Those fortunate few who managed to survive her legs, in one sense or the other, had universally met their ends at the hands of the most powerful cheeks to be found on the backside of any milf in the world, either smothered by the acres of warm, plush flesh that covered them, or mercilessly crushed between their mighty muscles. Whether those endings were “happy” or not was largely dependent on her mood, and on how much delicious love she was capable of wringing out of them.

Directly above that jaw-dropping ass sat a waist whose incredible thinness only further accentuated the girthy hips beneath it. Her soft, creamy flesh was pulled taught over her toned tummy, revealing the faint outline of the abs that lay just beneath it. An almost unfittingly adorable belly button was nestled amongst those abs, almost begging to be played with, presenting a tantalizing challenge that no one had ever been foolish enough to attempt.

Overshadowing that impressive washboard, both literally and figuratively, were the two mouthwatering, motherly mammaries that hung from her chest. One might struggle to imagine how a body as hard and strong as hers could boast the sheer volume of plush, tender flesh those twin teardrops contained. Even one who did succeed in conjuring up that mental image would not have come close to conceiving of the matronly majesty of those beautiful breasts. Those titanic tits hung freely from her chest, maintaining their shape with remarkable firmness, considering their substantial weight. They subtly swayed, wiggled, and jiggled as she moved, and if they happened to collide in just the right manner, the two pink nubs that stood proudly at their crests, each one as thick as a coin, would let out a few tiny droplets of the creamy goodness her hyper-fertile body still produced. Truly, there was no woman within a thousand leagues whose breasts could rival hers, either in sheer mass, or in overt femininity...no woman except one, that is.

However, there was one asset possessed by that other woman, a woman who happened to be much less than a thousand leagues away, that could not hope to rival its counterpart on Chrysalis's body in terms of raw sexuality. Way down below her breasts, her stomach, and even those insane hips of hers, nestled snugly between her thick thighs, lay her greatest weapon, a weapon that had served her well in the bedroom and, by extension, on the battlefield. That warrior-queen was perhaps the only woman in the world who could have once claimed that she could field an army out of her panties, and she had the key to that military might sitting pretty right there, framed by a wild bush of unkempt hair the same dull blue as that on her head. The aura of feminine power exuded by those big, plump lips and the thick, pink folds that peeked out from between them was as terrifying as it was mind-numbingly erotic. It was, of course, only fitting that the most powerful woman in the world possess the most powerful pussy, one as soft and pleasurable as a silk pillow, but strong enough to ensure that anything that happened to pass between its walls would not be passing back out again unless she wished it.

She knew all of this, of course. She was fully aware of just how much power, both sexual and otherwise, her body possessed, and she loved every bit of it. Catching sight of one of the tall mirrors nearby, she turned towards it, poring over the body as curvy as a scimitar, and even more deadly.

Her hands rested casually on her hips, each one boasting five slender, feminine fingers with short, black nails. Despite their frail appearance, those hands had more than enough strength in them to have crushed the bone in a man's leg, and enough skill to have played the bone in his undergarments like a concert flutist. Those hands slowly wandered up and down her body, feeling for themselves the many slopes, curves, and crevices it boasted. Despite that body being the masterwork of the feminine form that it was, the gentle squeezes and soft slaps she treated it to did not lift her spirits.

As one would expect, the thing that a woman like Chrysalis, a woman who valued power above all else, resented more than anything is the loss of power, and Chrysalis had indeed lost a great deal of power recently. It was not long ago that she had sat on her jagged throne in the depths of her twisting hive many leagues away, not long ago that she had had an army of loyal subjects to provide her with a constant supply of sweet, nourishing, fattening love. Decades of consuming it had been very kind to her body, blessing her with enough plush, feminine flesh to rival even the fat-assed sun princess herself. Unfortunately, it had been much more difficult to get a decent meal in the wake of her unceremonious ejection from her hive. Living on the run had put the voluptuous queen on a forced diet, gradually sapping away all of that sexy plumpness she had spent so many years building up. Despite still possessing more curves than almost any woman who had ever lived, she felt that she would not be content until she could once again hear the clap of her ass with every step she took.

Pushing those annoying thoughts out of her head for the time being, Chrysalis reminded herself of the relaxing experience awaiting her just behind the nearby wooden door. The ragged, translucent wings that sprouted from between her shoulder blades twitched in anticipation as she imagined the touch of the sauna's soothing heat, and a spark of green light arced up the jagged horn on her head. Her full, feminine lips stretched into a smile beneath her small, thin nose and her bright green eyes. Against the backdrop of her flawless, pale skin, her sculpted features exuded an almost alien beauty that simultaneously attracted and unnerved. It was no great mystery why that exotic queen had served as the inspiration for the coining of the phrase “scaroused”.

After brushing a hand through her long, bluish hair, hair as soft and as strong as spider silk, she turned from the mirror, preparing to make her way back over to the sauna door. She paused mid-step, however, realizing her mistake.

“Oops,” she said, reaching up and grasping the small, black-and-blue crown that sat prettily atop her head. “I almost forgot.”

She swiftly opened one of the nearby lockers, carefully deposited her crown within, then closed it again, nodding in approval. Having finished disrobing, her attention then fell on the large cupboard hanging from the wall near the sauna door. She walked over to it, opening it to discover, as she had suspected, a number of thick, fluffy towels within. Her lips pursed as she debated taking one of the towels. On one hand, she would be alone in the sauna, and would just end up discarding it anyway; on the other, the sauna would probably be a bit chilly until it had heated up properly. Erring on the side of caution, Chrysalis quickly snatched one of the towels and wrapped it around her body, finding it unexpectedly, but not unpleasantly warm. Stretching the cloth over her impressive curves did prove a slight issue, however, the towel clearly not having been designed for someone of her towering height. Not particularly caring about such things as decency, she made a token effort to cover herself, managing to conceal most of her wide areolae as well as her plump pussy.

With that final bit of business taken care of, she strolled over to the sauna's wooden door, took hold of it, then slowly slid it open. She gasped softly as a wave of dense steam flowed through the open door, washing over her bare flesh. Even her powerful body could not help but shiver as that soothing heat seeped into her skin, her wings buzzing reflexively.

Huh. Someone must have forgotten to turn off the steam. How fortunate.

Chrysalis quickly stepped into the warm embrace of the sauna, sliding the door closed behind her. She allowed her eyes to fall closed as she stood there, taking a moment to savor the intense heat as it gently caressed her weary muscles. Her plush lips stretched into a satisfied grin.

Yes. This is what I needed. An afternoon of relaxing solitude in my own personal sauna, just me, myself, and I. Nothing could possibly ruin this.

Celestia reclined peacefully in her seat, the sauna's soothing touch having lulled her into a state of serene drowsiness. Her ample chest rose and fell softly as she breathed, allowing that wet heat to warm her up from the inside. Her long legs slowly stretched, her little toes scrunched, and her feathered wings lay limply behind her. Her pillowy lips formed a soft smile on her face. Truly, she was the model of relaxation, but she was not so deep in her stupor that she could not hear the soft sound of the sauna door being slid open.

Hmm?

She roused slowly, her faculties gradually returning to her.

Was that...the door?

She cracked her heavy eyelids, peering through the dense haze of steam that filled the room. Through the vapor, she was able to detect the form of a person standing by the now-closed door to the sauna. She blinked rapidly to clear her blurry vision.

That's not one of my guards. Is that...one of the spa staff come to check on me? No...it can't have been more than a few minutes, surely they wouldn't...

Celestia's train of thought suddenly derailed as her vision came into focus and her groggy brain recognized that the towering, Amazonian figure by the door was neither one of her guards nor an employee of the spa.

At the same time, the curvaceous ex-queen of the changelings sighed contentedly, opening her big green eyes once more. Those piercing eyes took in the room in an instant, seeing the large fire pit at its center, the wooden benches that stretched around it, and the towel-clad figure sitting just a few yards away from where she stood.

Time seemed to come to a screeching halt as those two motherly matriarchs locked eyes with each other, both princess and queen freezing in place. Meanwhile, the walls watched on silently, waiting to see what would happen next.

A Chance Meeting

The fire pit at the center of the sauna crackled as it heated the hot stones carefully arranged above it. The wood of the floor and of the long benches that wrapped around the room creaked softly under the non-insignificant weight of the two Amazonian women who rested upon it, one sitting, one standing. Beyond that, the sauna was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, both of those royal women frozen as still as statues, even as their powerful hearts beat faster and faster.

The seconds slowly ticked by as they stared at each other, each clearly recognizing the face before them, and the potential danger that face represented. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them moved, not even to blink. They remained like that, waiting for some unknown signal to act. When that silent signal finally came, that still, quiet room was filled with motion and sound within the blink of an eye.

One moment, Celestia was reclining in her seat, resting against her fluffy wings with her hands folded peacefully in her lap. The very next moment, her feet were firmly planted on the ground, her wings were stretched out to their full, awe-inspiring length, and her long ivory horn burned with golden light as bright as the sun.

In the very same instant, Chrysalis, who had been standing by the door, casually resting her weight on one foot, sprung into action as well. Those powerful legs of hers adopted a wide warrior’s stance, her insectoid wings buzzed as fast as a hummingbird’s, and her jagged, black horn burned with the same green fire that filled her piercing eyes.

“You!” the two women cried out together.

“What are you doing here?” said Celestia, glaring at Chrysalis in an uncharacteristically intense fashion.

“That’s my line,” said Chrysalis, baring her pearly whites threateningly.

The two watched each other, their sharp eyes taking in every minute detail of the other’s movements, each waiting for the other to strike. The moment stretched longer and longer as the tigress and the lioness stared each other down, poised to pounce at the slightest provocation.

A bead of sweat rolled down Celestia’s beautiful face, falling into the deep cleavage of her heaving chest.

She’s here. She’s finally making her move. Calm down, Celestia. You knew this day would come...but why did it have to be today of all days?

On the other side of the room, Chrysalis’s long tongue glided across her soft lips, reflexively wetting them.

This is it. She’s finally found you. Focus, Chrysalis. You’ve been preparing for this day for a long time...but why couldn’t it have been another day?

They continued to stare at one another in silence, and might have continued to do so for hours, had they not both already used up the last bit of patience left in their bodies.

“Whatever you are planning...you will not succeed,” said Celestia.

“What I’m planning?” said Chrysalis. “Don’t try to confuse me. I don’t know what you’ve set up here, but if you think you stand a chance of defeating me...you are gravely mistaken.”

She did not allow it to show through her stony visage, but Celestia’s mind was swimming with questions.

What is she talking about? Is she trying to trick me? Distract me? Distract me from what? Does she have minions waiting nearby to attack? Are they rogue changelings, or something else? How many of them are there? Have they gotten past my guards? Have they already defeated my guards? Is the spa overrun? What is happening here?

Meanwhile, the only thing that ran through Chrysalis’s mind was…

Fucking bitch. This is the last thing I needed today.

“Well?” said Chrysalis.

“Well what?” said Celestia.

“What are you waiting for?” said Chrysalis. “If you’re going to try something...do it already!”

“You’re not normally this impatient,” said Celestia. “Your schemes in the past have been much more subtle.”

“My schemes?” said Chrysalis. “Fool. If I wanted to take you down, you wouldn’t even know until you woke up at my feet, bound and gagged.”

What is that little princess playing at? Why is she just standing there? Is she stalling? Is she buying time for her little guards to storm the room and surround me? Oh, she will regret that.

Chrysalis subtly shifted her weight, preparing to whip around and pounce on the first golden-clad imbecile that walked through that door. Hiding behind a human shield was not one of her usual tactics, but if she could get a hold of one of those little guards...it might just be her ticket out of that mess.

Any moment now. Any moment now. Any...moment...now…

That moment never came. Her sharp ears detected neither the opening of a door nor the clanking of armor, even as time continued to drag on.

Where the hell are they? Did they stop to get doughnuts on the way here? It’s almost as if…

Chrysalis’s eyes widened as a light bulb went on over her head.

There’s no guards coming. There’s no ambush...no trap. She hasn’t even attacked me. If she were going to attack, she would have done it already. And if she were going to flee, she would have poofed away as soon as I walked in the door. There’s no other reason for her to be here…unless…

The aggressive scowl on Chrysalis’s lips was slowly replaced with a devilish grin.

She wants to be here.

Slowly, Chrysalis’s poised form relaxed, her wings calming, her horn growing dim, and her hands returning to her sides. Just as she suspected, Celestia did nothing in response, the princess merely watching her as she returned to her previous casual stance. Even as she slowly turned towards the side of the room and began padding her way over to the benches that lay there, Celestia did not budge from where she stood.

“Stop!” barked Celestia. “What are you doing?”

Chrysalis flashed Celestia a smug grin as she continued her walk across the sauna, soon reaching the benches.

“Answer me!” said Celestia.

Chrysalis casually turned and lowered herself down onto the bench, which creaked slightly under the weight of her meaty ass. She crossed her legs, threaded her hands behind her head, leaned back against the bench behind her, and let out a contented sigh.

“Go ahead,” she said, looking over at Celestia.

“Go ahead with what?” said Celestia.

“Whatever it is you’re planning to do, of course,” said Chrysalis. “If you want to attack me, then do it. If you want to run away, then do that. If you want to call your guards in, there’s the door. But you know what I think you’re going to do?” Her grin stretched into a sickening smile that would have made a Cheshire cat jealous. “Nothing.”

When Celestia did exactly that, a villainous chuckle bubbled up Chrysalis’s throat.

“My apologies if I’ve jumped to conclusions,” said Chrysalis teasingly. “I’m a little on edge today. Not even you would stage such an incompetent ambush. I’m betting the real reason you’re here...is for the sauna. I can’t say great minds think alike, because there’s only one great mind in this room. Anyway, if you’d like, you can sit back down and be quiet like a good little princess, and I’ll try my best to pretend you’re not here. Or, if you’re feeling brave, you can run and get your guards to drag me out of here, but if you do...I’ll be gone before your little idiots can even reach the door. You know I will be.”

Celestia remained motionless, her piercing gaze still fixed on Chrysalis.

Chrysalis smirked. “I can wait,” she said, letting her eyes fall closed as she lost herself in the soothing touch of the steamy air. “I can wait.”

Celestia watched her, her ancient mind struggling to unravel the conundrum she had just been thrust into.

What is this? Is she...is she serious? She can’t be. Surely this must be some sort of trick. No matter. It will all be over soon. I just need to summon my guards. Hopefully, they have been able to hold out against whatever trickery she has employed.

While keeping her guard up in preparation for a sudden attack from her adversary, Celestia quickly redirected a small portion of her focus to casting a simple scrying spell. Her long horn flared briefly, and her mind was suddenly filled with images and sounds of the spa. She saw the luxurious building from the outside, still surrounded by a ring of guards, who stood as steadfast as she had left them just a short while earlier. She saw the common areas and hallways, still bustling with spa staff and patrons happily going about their business. She even saw the hallway leading to the Royal Room, raising an eyebrow over the police tape covering the broken-down door of room twenty-three, but saw no signs of a full-on invasion. As far as she could tell, the pale queen sitting just a short distance away was the only one in the entire facility who did not belong.

It...It can’t be. She’s here alone? She just...walked right in here, all by herself? To use the sauna?

Celestia pushed the thought out of her mind, refocusing on the situation at hand.

It doesn’t matter why she’s here. It doesn’t matter what tricks she has up her sleeve. I am not about to let one of Equestria’s greatest enemies show her face so brazenly, then just walk away.

Her mind filled with centuries’ worth of tactics and battle strategies, assets she had not been able to make use of during Chrysalis’s sneak attacks in the past.

My guards are the finest warriors since the legions. She underestimates them at her peril. We will subdue her. We will drag her out of here by that wretched horn of hers, and then…

Celestia’s eyes widened as she realized what would happen as soon as she told her guards that one of their greatest enemies had managed to infiltrate the capital, gain entry to a location protected by her most trusted guardsmen, and walk right into the room she was sitting in, alone and naked. If her guards had been paranoid before, they would be absolutely fervent upon learning of their apparent failure. They would double...no, triple their efforts to protect her. She would be watched ‘round the clock, never given a moment’s peace. And she could forget about leaving the castle again anytime soon, especially not to return to the heavenly steam room she had only gotten a small taste of. Her life would be nothing but meetings, state dinners, and security sweeps for heaven knew how long.

I...She...I have to…I can’t just…

Her powerful body trembled as she realized just how frustrating of a situation she was in.

No. I can’t let her do this. She won’t get away.

Celestia’s horn gradually dimmed, and her huge wings carefully folded up against her back, but she did not return to her seat. Rather, she quickly, yet cautiously, made her way across the sauna, heading for the door. She kept her eyes on Chrysalis the whole time, who continued to lie there on the bench as cool as a cucumber. She soon reached to door, took hold of the handle, and then…

The seconds dragged on as she stood there, as still as a statue, her hand refusing to obey. She looked down at it, willing it to open the way for her.

Come on, Celestia. You can’t just ignore this. You have to protect your people. It is your duty. Just step outside, summon the guards, and deal with the consequences.

Her hand, however, continued to defy her.

But it’s so nice in here.

She could not ignore the beautiful, incredible heat that continued to caress her body, kissing her tenderly in all the right places. At the same time, she could feel the much less pleasant gaze of Chrysalis on her back, the queen no doubt grinning smugly at her indecision. She stood like that for several moments more, paralyzed by her conflicting loyalties to her country and to her own needy flesh, before one of those loyalties finally overpowered the other.

Fuck it.

Her hand released the door, returning to her side. She did her best to ignore the soft chuckle she heard from nearby as she turned around and made her way back to her seat with as much regal dignity as she could muster. She refused to meet Chrysalis’s gaze, even after she had plopped back down onto the bench, her plush flesh jiggling slightly as she did.

“This isn’t over,” she said flatly. “As soon as I’m done in here, I’m dragging you out in chains.”

“Ooh...kinky,” said Chrysalis.

Celestia scoffed, crossed her arms under her enormous bust, and reclined once again. Having made her choice, she attempted to recapture that steamy bliss she had lost herself in before being so rudely interrupted. She took the risk and allowed her heavy eyelids to fall closed, despite the dangerous predator lounging nearby.

If she were going to attack me outright...she would have done it already.

She attempted to ignore the queen’s presence, and for a brief moment, her mind lay blissfully empty, concerned with nothing but the heavenly sensation of the steam surrounding her like a warm blanket. Her beautiful lips even managed a soft smile, one which quickly vanished as the sound of a loud moan of contentment reached her ears. She cracked her eyes, glaring over at Chrysalis, who was busy getting comfortable in her seat, flexing her toes, stretching out her legs, and wriggling with obvious pleasure.

“Mmm...yes,” Chrysalis moaned to herself. “Oh...I needed this.”

“Why are you here?” said Celestia. “Really.”

“I’m here for the sauna, of course,” said Chrysalis, glancing over at Celestia. “Why else would I be here?”

“Do you think I’m a fool?” said Celestia.

“Do you really want me to answer that?” said Chrysalis.

“Do you expect me to believe that you just happened to sneak into the exact spa I was visiting today, into the exact sauna I was using?” said Celestia.

“This may surprise you, princess,” said Chrysalis, her voice dripping with disdain as she spoke her adversary’s inferior title, “but the world doesn’t revolve around you. I happened to need some stress relief today, so I thought I’d pay this place a visit. And of course the queen of the changelings is going to spend her time in the Royal Room. You think I would stoop to squeezing myself into one of those tiny rooms downstairs? Of course not, especially not now that I’ve gotten a taste of this wonderful place. Aside from the...unpleasant company...this is heavenly...just what the queen needed.” She settled back into her seat, closing her eyes and smiling contentedly.

“If you’re so bothered by my company,” said Celestia, “you could always leave and come back later. I’m sure you saw that lovely waiting room outside.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” said Chrysalis, “watching me run off with my tail between my legs? Well, too bad. This is my sauna now. If you don’t like it, then you can go wait outside. Oh, and don’t worry; I’ll keep the steam running for you when I’m done.”

“That won’t be necessary,” said Celestia. “You’re welcome to stay with me in my sauna until I’m done...if you can handle the heat, of course.”

“Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” said Chrysalis, thinking back to the countless hours she had spent soaking in the bubbling hot springs conveniently located in the caverns beneath her hive. “If there’s anyone in this room that can’t stand the heat, it’s the pampered little princess.”

“We shall see about that,” said the princess whose very essence was infused with the energy and warmth of the burning sun.

“I suppose we shall,” said Chrysalis. “But until then...I plan on enjoying every delicious second of this.”

One of Chrysalis’s hands slowly moved down to where her towel was wrapped around her middle. One careful tug later, that towel was flopping down onto the bench beside her, revealing the acres of creamy, pale flesh that lay beneath it. At the same time, Chrysalis casually uncrossed her legs, revealing the burning heat between them that made that steamy room feel cool by comparison.

As soon as she saw what Chrysalis was doing, Celestia opened her mouth as if to speak, but the words froze on her lips as soon as her eyes fell on the lewd body that lay beneath that innocent-looking towel.

Oh...my. Those...those abs. And those breasts! Is that...is that milk I see? Oh my…

Before the sight of those leaking nipples completely robbed her of her senses, Celestia managed to reign herself back in and tear her gaze away.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?” she blurted out.

“What?” said Chrysalis casually, cracking her eyes. “It’s a sauna.” Upon looking at Celestia and seeing the princess quite obviously avoiding looking at her, Chrysalis chuckled. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re that much of a prude.”

“I am not a—“ began Celestia.

“Or is it that you’ve never seen another woman naked before?” said Chrysalis, grinning smugly. “I had thought all that talk of the ‘pure, virgin sun princess’ was a bunch of garbage made up by porn writers to appeal to hopefully deluded perverts...but maybe they weren’t so wrong after all.”

Infuriated at her love life being commented on in such a manner, Celestia whipped her head back around, preparing to reply that she had indeed seen another woman naked before, and, in fact, saw that woman naked on a fairly regular basis, but managed to stop herself before the words could leave her lips, refusing to let that annoying insect drag her into such a childish argument.

“A princess does not kiss and tell,” said Celestia, looking away indignantly.

Chrysalis laughed, loudly and obnoxiously. “Oh, yes. I’m sure,” she said, her laughter eventually fading. “Well, if you’re not as big a prude as I think you are, then you shouldn’t mind me enjoying this wonderful heat with every part of my body.” As she said this, Chrysalis slowly spread her legs, ensuring that her plump lips, already slick with sweat, remained in Celestia’s field of vision.

Celestia managed to keep her eyes from wandering down between Chrysalis’s thick thighs, despite the incredible temptation to do so. “Go ahead,” she said casually. “Be my guest.”

Chrysalis smirked. “In fact,” she said, “you should take yours off too...unless the idea of being naked around someone else scares you.”

“Of course not!” said Celestia firmly. “I’m wearing this because I want to, and for no other reason.”

A sudden fit of coughing came over Chrysalis, and buried within those not-entirely-natural-sounding coughs, Celestia distinctly heard the word “virgin”. If that sauna had been even a smidgen less heavenly than it was, Celestia would have had her hands around the former queen’s throat the very next instant.

“You know what?” said Celestia. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided that I would like to take off my towel, but only because I feel like it.”

“Right, right,” said Chrysalis, rolling her eyes.

Celestia grabbed her towel firmly, preparing to yank the thing off of her with one quick pull, but she hesitated. In reality, there were a few beloved people in her life whom she trusted wholly and completely enough to have shared the most private parts of her body with, had they been in that sauna with her. However, the idea of baring herself so brazenly, so shamelessly to one such as Chrysalis, an outright enemy, was abhorrent to her. Where was the love in that? Where was the trust? Where was the emotional intimacy?

Oh, come on, Celestia. There’s nothing wrong with being naked in a sauna. You’re not an innocent maiden, and you’re not a prude. You’re a princess, for heaven's sake! You’ve ruled this country for a thousand years on your own. You’ve done much more unpleasant things than this. Just...take off your towel already. Show this...harlot that you’re not afraid of your body. Show her you’re not ashamed. Show her how strong you are.

Slowly, cautiously, tentatively, Celestia’s hands slowly pulled the towel apart, slowly revealing the soft, bronzed flesh it concealed. She turned her head away so that Chrysalis would not see her blush as her thick nipples felt the steamy kiss of the air. When the towel had finally been laid down upon the bench, Celestia’s trembling hands released it. She fought the urge to cover her breasts and her lower lips, forcing her hands down onto her lap instead.

Chrysalis watched with a smug grin as the towel was pulled back, but as that pure white cloth made way for the beautiful caramel beneath, her smile faded, her eyes widened, and her mouth grew wet with saliva. By the time she gazed upon those enormous, perfectly shaped teardrops, those thick, pillowy thighs, and those big, round cushions attached to Celestia’s rear, every snide comment and jab had vacated her mind, leaving only one thought behind:

Oh no. She’s hot.

Several silent moments passed. Hyper-conscious of her exposed flesh as she was, Celestia had little difficulty feeling Chrysalis’s eyes wandering up and down her body, gliding over her immense curves and slipping into her most private crevices. When Chrysalis remained silent, however, Celestia felt compelled to look back over at her to see just what she was up to.

“What?” she said firmly.

The sound of Celestia’s voice shocked Chrysalis out of her lustful stupor. Her eyes immediately moved upwards, taking in the hard look on Celestia’s face. Chrysalis reflexively looked away, but it took a moment more before her tongue started working again.

“I see the carpet really does match the drapes,” said Chrysalis, grinning as naturally as she could.

Celestia held her tongue, but rolled her eyes as she looked away again.

For a time, neither of them said anything, the sauna serenely silent as they attempted to lose themselves in its soothing warmth. Despite her previous discomfort, Celestia was eventually able to tune out the fact that she was naked in a room with one of her greatest enemies, and managed to recapture a bit of that steamy bliss she had tasted earlier. Chrysalis followed suit, and spent a good while reveling in the feeling of her many stresses being slowly melted away. However, the presence of the voluptuous princess sitting nearby never completely left the queen’s mind. Every once in a while, she would crack her eyelids and take a stealthy peek across the room, where Celestia lay with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face.

Fuck...she’s huge! How is she so huge? How did that little princess get such big tits? She’s never even had a kid...has she?

Chrysalis racked her brain, thinking back to her previous encounters with Celestia, and realizing how well the princess’s usual flowing gowns concealed all of that soft, shapely flesh her body boasted. She had never wasted her time comparing before, but as she sat there, staring at those bountiful breasts in all their naked glory for the first time, she was forced to make a stomach-churning observation. Chrysalis realized that her own jaw-dropping jugs were slightly less massive than her rival’s, falling perhaps a few inches of girth short of their counterparts, a difference that all but the most discerning eyes probably wouldn’t have even noticed. In Chrysalis’s mind, however, those inches might as well have been miles.

And that ass! That ass! Where does she get off having such a fat fucking ass? What, does that pampered slut eat nothing but cake? It’s ridiculous! It’s comical! It’s...not fair.

Chrysalis scowled as she recalled the many nights she had spent lying awake in bed in her dilapidated apartment, her aching belly growling for the sweet, syrupy taste of love, a taste that no amount of ice cream or take-out could ever have replaced.

I’m the broodmother here, dammit! I’m the queen! Nobody should have more curves than me, especially not some prissy princess who doesn’t even know how to use them!

Her frown slowly inverted as she realized how best to restore the rightful order of things.

Like mother always said, fake it ‘till you make it. I just need a distraction…

Chrysalis studied Celestia’s relaxed form, not fooled by the princess’s “act”. She knew, or at least thought she knew, that Celestia was paying close attention to her at all times, despite pretending not to, and would undoubtedly notice anything she did. She needed some way to take Celestia’s attention off of her, if only for a moment.

“So…” began Chrysalis, prompting Celestia to crack her eyes and look over at her. “This place is, uh...pretty nice, isn’t it?”

“Yes...it is,” said Celestia cautiously.

“I mean...it’s not nearly as nice as the sauna I have back in my hive,” said Chrysalis, “but it’s not too shabby.”

Celestia kept her half-lidded eyes trained on Chrysalis, but gave no reply.

“I especially like the woodwork on that side of the room,” said Chrysalis, gesturing towards the far wall. “That side...over there.”

“Uh-huh,” said Celestia.

“It’s just so marvelous,” said Chrysalis. “I just want to...stare at it and...not look at anything else.”

“Right,” said Celestia, her gaze not shifting an inch.

What is she doing? Does she think I’m that stupid?

Realizing her ploy was not working, Chrysalis quickly upped her game.

“And...oh! Is that...Is that what I think it is?” said Chrysalis, doing her best to appear interested in the wall before her. “Did those nice spa workers leave us a big, fattening ice cream cake to eat? Oh, that just looks so delicious...so delectable...I can hardly look away.”

Celestia raised a disbelieving eyebrow at this, glaring at Chrysalis like a mother whose child had just told her that the broken vase had been caused by a sudden, and highly localized, dragon attack.

Realizing that her master plan was quickly falling apart, Chrysalis’s feigned interest evaporated.

Fuck. Well...might as well go for broke.

“Oh, Princess Luna!” said Chrysalis halfheartedly, looking back at the wall. “How nice of you to join us. That’s a lovely little bikini you’re wearing.”

Upon hearing the words “Luna” and “bikini” being spoken in close proximity, Celestia’s eyes immediately widened and her head swiveled to the side of their own accord. Part of her brain realized that the odds of her sister having suddenly materialized out of thin air wearing nothing but skimpy swimwear were somewhere in the ballpark of fifteen quintillion to one, but another part of her brain was more than willing to take those odds. If there was even the smallest possibility of seeing that tiny butt in the flesh…

It took Chrysalis a moment to process the fact that her low-effort distraction had succeeded.

Holy shit. That actually worked?

She was not so stunned as to prevent her from taking advantage of the opportunity she had so miraculously been presented with, however.

Meanwhile, Celestia scanned every inch of the side of the room Chrysalis had been staring at, but found not a trace of her sister, either bikini-clad or otherwise. She did, however, notice the faint flash of green light reflected in the polished wood for a mere fraction of a second. Her better judgment returning to her, Celestia immediately swiveled her head back around, silently cursing herself for her foolishness as she prepared for whatever move Chrysalis was making. No amount of preparation, however, could have prepared her for what she saw there.

Chrysalis was still there, of course, the queen casually reclining in her seat just as she had been moments earlier. It was not that simple fact that made Celestia’s eyes slowly widen and make her shapely, feminine jaw fall to the floor; rather, it was the fact that Chrysalis seemed to have spontaneously put on about a hundred pounds of plush, feminine flesh, every ounce of which had been strategically positioned in the most alluring parts of her body. The two massive, milky melons that hung from Chrysalis’s chest seemed to have swelled to nearly double their previous size, their thick nipples leaking droplets of creamy liquid from the ocean-sized reservoirs within. Her pillowy thighs looked as if they had been plumped up with an entire mattress’s worth of stuffing, and her enormous, wrecking-ball ass looked as if it could have shattered glass with the mere clap of its wobbling cheeks.

Celestia sat there silently as she waited for her brain to finish rebooting after an unexpected shutdown. Meanwhile, Chrysalis lay there on the bench, not meeting Celestia’s gaze, acting as if there were absolutely nothing amiss. When she noticed Celestia’s glassy eyes trained on her, however, she pursed her lips and casually whistled a tune in the most convincingly innocent manner she was capable of.

Eventually, Celestia was forced to recognize that the scene before her was not a mere hallucination brought on by the steam. Her shocked expression was gradually replaced by one of befuddled anger as she struggled to articulate the myriad of thoughts swirling around her mind.

“You...Did...I...How did...What!?!” Celestia stammered.

Chrysalis glanced back over at Celestia, looking as if she had only just remembered that there was someone else in the sauna with her.

“Oh, Celestia!” she said casually. “Hello there.”

“What is the meaning of this!?!” said Celestia.

“The meaning of what?” said Chrysalis.

“Of...of this!” said Celestia, gesturing towards Chrysalis.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” said Chrysalis, slowly running her hands down the steep slopes of the mountains of flesh on her chest. “You seem upset. Is there something...bothering you?” When she reached her nipples, she slowly drew circles around the thick nubs with her fingertips, caressing her wide areolae. At the same time, her lips stretched into a smile that made it perfectly clear she knew exactly what was bothering her sauna companion.

Celestia looked back and forth between Chrysalis, her breasts, her ass, and every other part of her cartoonishly voluptuous anatomy. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tear her hair out. She wanted to slap that smug little face so hard that every one of her hundreds of children would feel it. Instead, Celestia slowly balled her hands in her lap, forced her gaping jaw closed, and turned her head forward again, her neck creaking like rusty metal as she forced her muscles to obey her.

No. Keep it together, Celestia. She’s doing this on purpose. She’s trying to get under your skin. She’s trying to drive you crazy. You can’t let her win. You came here to relax, and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.

“No,” she said through gritted teeth. “There is nothing bothering me.”

Chrysalis, meanwhile, was struggling to keep a straight face as she observed Celestia’s barely restrained rage.

Holy shit, is she mad! Ha! This is just delicious! Oh my. This afternoon certainly has taken a turn for the better. I get to relax in this nice, steamy sauna and watch that little princess squirm! Oh, I am going to have fun with this.

Celestia could feel Chrysalis’s smug gaze on her, but refused to acknowledge her. She attempted to push the queen out of her mind, but that was proving a more difficult task than she would have thought.

That slut. That...vapid little slut. Of course she would. Of course she would do something like this. Does she really think I care? Does she think I’m going to be jealous of those fake breasts? Those big...soft...milky breasts…

Celestia found her mind wandering back to her previous encounters with that big-boobed broodmother.

Goodness...she hasn’t been that big since...since Cadance’s wedding.

She hadn’t thought about it at the time; she had been a bit too preoccupied with stopping the maniacal queen bent on conquering her country to take notice of her measurements. In hindsight, she supposed it made sense that feeding off of the people’s affection for their beautiful love princess would fatten her up so much.

Did...Did Shining get to taste those breasts? Did he get to feel that enormous ass smothering his face? Oh...oh my.

Celestia clamped her eyes shut and settled back into her seat.

Whatever. You don’t care. If she wants to look like some ridiculous sex doll, fine. Just ignore her. Just ignore her.

“Are you sure I’m not bothering you, Celestia?” said Chrysalis, making a show of caressing, squeezing, and playing with her thick, jiggly flesh. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your relaxing afternoon in the sauna.”

“I am certain, Chrysalis,” said Celestia.

“I’m not getting...too comfortable for you, am I?” said Chrysalis, lying down upon the bench and striking a pose befitting of a pin-up calendar.

“No, Chrysalis,” said Celestia, ignoring the loud creaking elicited by Chrysalis’s shift in position. “Feel free to get as comfortable as you wish. You will not bother me.”

Chrysalis’s lips stretched into a wicked smile.

As comfortable as I wish? I accept that challenge.

Celestia heard more creaking as Chrysalis presumably shifted positions again. After a moment of this, however, the room fell silent once again. Celestia kept her guard up, expecting another lewd taunt to be hurled her way at any second, but as time passed and no such remark was made, she slowly, cautiously, gradually allowed herself to relax. The hot, steamy touch of the sauna on her exposed flesh lulled her back into the world of sensual pleasure she had been missing. Her tense muscles relaxed, and she allowed herself to lay limply in her seat, her soft smile eventually returning.

Unfortunately for her, just as the waters of her stormy mind finished settling, they were disturbed once again by the sound of a long, gentle sigh coming from nearby. Celestia reflexively pushed the sound out of her mind, refusing to let it break her concentration. After several silent moments had passed, she heard another noise, a shuddering sigh noticeably more emphatic than the first. Again, Celestia kept her mind closed off, focusing intently on the warm caress of the air.

Relax. Relax. Just...relax. Just...re—

Her meditation was interrupted by the sudden sound of a soft moan tinged with the unmistakable notes of pleasure. Celestia took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, fighting to keep a hold of her serene calm.

Just ignore her. Just ignore her. Just ignore her.

“Oh…yes,” came the breathy voice of a certain changeling queen.

What in Equestria is she doing over there?

“Mmmph...oh, yes,” moaned Chrysalis.

It doesn’t matter. Just ignore it.

Celestia did her best to follow her own advice, but found it increasingly difficult to tune out the stream of soft sighs, shuddering moans, and whispered words flowing from Chrysalis’s side of the room, noises which grew louder and more frequent with every passing moment.

“Oh yes, Celestia. Yes!” moaned Chrysalis.

That particular vocalization Celestia could not ignore, no matter how much she might have wanted to. Steeling her nerves, she turned her head slightly and cracked her eyelids, peeking over at where Chrysalis sat. As soon as her eyes fell upon the queen, however, her eyes flew open, and she bolted upright.

Chrysalis slouched low in her seat, almost lying down completely on the bench. Her translucent wings twitched and quivered sporadically behind her. Her eyes were shut, but fluttered open and closed on a fairly regular basis. She was alternatively licking and nibbling her plump, kissable lips, pausing only to allow her next breathy vocalization to slip out. One of her hands was pressed firmly against one of her enormous udders, her milk-soaked fingers kneading the plush flesh like pastry dough. Her wide, childbearing hips bucked against the air reflexively. Her thick, juicy thighs were spread wide, presenting a perfect view of the slender, feminine fingers rhythmically plunging in and out of the moist lips of her motherly pussy.

“Mmmph!” moaned Chrysalis as she pinched one of her leaking nipples between her fingertips. “Oh, just like that!”

When her eyes cracked open far enough to notice Celestia looking over at her, she opened them completely, taking in the scrumptious look on Celestia’s face. That perfect, pristine little princess looked as if she had just been mooned by the incomprehensible ass of the Lord of Chaos himself. Chrysalis would have gladly traded her entire hive in exchange for a camera to preserve that beautiful expression for all time.

“Oh...hey, Celestia,” said Chrysalis, grinning widely as she continued to pleasure her hyper-feminine body. “Is there something I can help—“

“No!” came the booming voice of the most powerful princess in Equestria.

As the word left her lips, Celestia sprung from her seat, planting her feet firmly upon the floor, facing Chrysalis. The expression on her face, an indescribable combination of shock, horror, and embarrassment, instantly melted away, leaving in its place a mask of righteous fury.

“No! No! No! No! No!” shouted Celestia as she stomped across the sauna towards Chrysalis.

Chrysalis’s smile faltered as she watched the angry princess with the body of a goddess approach her seat, Celestia’s powerful footfalls sending ripples through her jiggly flesh. A cold shiver of fear ran up her spine, but the surge of red-hot arousal that hit her ensured her fingers continued to piston her plump pussy unperturbed. When Celestia finally reached her, standing directly between Chrysalis’s widely spread legs and glowering down at her, Chrysalis ventured to speak again.

“Um...no wha—?” she began.

“No!” said Celestia, her forceful exclamation blowing back Chrysalis’s hair. “No more! You can belittle me, you can insult me, you can even threaten me, but I will not sit there silently while you...while you…”

“While I what?” said Chrysalis, feeling compelled to pounce on Celestia’s hesitation.

“While you...m-masturbate!” said Celestia, the red of rage that painted her cheeks momentarily replaced by that of embarrassment. “It’s indecent, it’s unsanitary, and it’s unacceptable! You will stop this at once! I command it!”

It took a few seconds for Chrysalis’s bones to stop rattling in the wake of Celestia’s furious outburst.

Fuck. So this is that “royal Canterlot voice” I’ve heard about. I can see why it makes their little subjects piss their pants.

The queen of the changelings, however, was made of sterner stuff than the average citizen of Equestria. Where another woman might have melted into jelly after enduring such a climactic tongue-lashing, Chrysalis stood firm, mustering up the courage for one more act of annoyance. She swallowed, licked her lips, then smiled the smuggest little smile she had in her, staring right into Celestia’s fiery eyes.

“Make me,” she whispered.

Those two little words were the straw that broke the camel’s back, with the role of the camel being played by the red-faced, twitchy-eyed princess who, at that particular moment, was seriously considering hurtling the little insect before her into the surface of the sun. Princess Celestia possessed a patience and calm of legendary magnitude, but those stalwart virtues had finally been undone by a certain fat-assed queen whose capacity for obnoxious thottery was equally as legendary.

She didn’t care if she never set foot in a sauna again. She didn’t care if her guards kept her locked in the castle for the rest of her immortal life. She was going to make that little buggy bitch wish she had never been born.

But first, she was going to stop her from touching herself right in-fucking-front of her!

Opening her mouth wide, Celestia let loose a roar of womanly might as she sent her hand shooting downward towards Chrysalis’s dripping snatch at mach speed, fully intent on yanking the queen’s fingers right out of her and crushing them to dust right then and there.

While Chrysalis had fully expected her little remark to finally set off the ticking time bomb before her, even she was not prepared for the sheer ferocity of Celestia’s furious explosion. Still, she was not so shaken as to sit idly by while Celestia unleashed her holy vengeance upon her. Despite being addled by soothing steam and sensual touches, Chrysalis’s battle-hardened muscles acted on instinct, yanking her hand back out of her pussy and out of the path of Celestia’s crushing mitt. Seizing the opportunity for a counterattack, Chrysalis brought her powerful thighs careening back together, preparing to squash the princess’s delicate little fingers between them.

Had those thunder thighs successfully nailed their target, Celestia might have indeed gone home with one less paperwork-signing hand at her disposal. Those bone-crushing muscles, however, never made contact with those regal fingers, nor even with each other, as every fiber of Chrysalis’s luscious legs was suddenly and inexplicably paralyzed by a jolt of carnal pleasure that arced through her body like lightning. Chrysalis reflexively arched her back, threw back her head, and let out a silent scream as her body was wracked with ecstasy more intense than any she had felt in a long time. For several long seconds, she sat like that, her body frozen, her fingers and toes clenched, and her wide eyes staring up at the ceiling, before the moment finally passed.

Chrysalis blinked rapidly to clear the stars from her eyes, and when she was capable of doing so, slowly lowered her gaze. The only sound she could detect was that of her own heavy breathing, but her eyes quickly confirmed that there was still another person in the sauna with her. She saw the long, silken locks blowing in a nonexistent breeze, shimmering with all the colors of an aurora. She saw the shapely, elegant face that hair framed, saw its beautiful features sitting right where they had been moments earlier. Lastly, she stared into those two big, pink eyes, eyes that stared back at her not with the scalding fire of rage, but with the hollow cold of horrific realization.

Chrysalis watched those eyes as they slowly moved down her body, past her face, over the vast expanse of her breasts, down her belly, before finally arriving at the spot between her legs. As those eyes lingered there, she watched those soft, caramel-colored cheeks turn as red as those of the ancient wizard currently locked in the depths of Tartarus.

Chrysalis attempted to follow that gaze, but found her vision unsurprisingly blocked by the metric ton of titmeat attached to her chest. Gulping loudly, she slowly moved her trembling hands to those breasts, carefully taking hold of them and prying them apart. She parted that sea of jiggly flesh as easily as any prophetic patriarch, peering down the long valley that ran between them. The queen’s face quickly changed to mirror that of the princess as she looked down between her legs and saw what had filled her with such stupefying pleasure.

There between her thick thighs, she saw, as clear as day, Celestia’s long, slender fingers lodged knuckle-deep in the tight, juicy folds of her pussy.

Clash of the Titans

Celestia had seen many things over the course of her millennium-long reign as princess of Equestria. She had encountered bizarre creatures of frightening, and sometimes incomprehensible nature, lifeforms whose anatomies and psychologies were so utterly alien as to drive the weak of mind to madness. She had pulled apart the thin veil of reality, gazing long into the infinite depths of time and space that formed the undulating, ethereal tides of the multiverse. She had stared into the abyss that lay beyond the stars, beyond life, and beyond reason, and the abyss had stared back. She had seen all of this and a thousand things more.

She had never before seen a sight, however, that struck her so deeply, so thoroughly, as the sight of her fingers lodged deeply within the quivering cunt of the former changeling queen Chrysalis.

Somewhere deep in the depths of her mind, she knew that she should be doing something. She should have screamed out in terror. She should have fainted dead away. She should have bolted out of the sauna and thrown herself right out of one of the huge windows of the waiting room. Anything would have sufficed, but instead, she merely stood there, frozen like the world’s most voluptuous ice sculpture, the only sign she still lived being the thunderous pounding of her heart as it pumped blood up to fill her ruby-red cheeks.

“You…” came the low snarl of a familiar voice.

Celestia’s body moved on autopilot, her eyes slowly moving upwards towards the source of the sound. Her eyes glided over a washboard stomach, ascended to the peaks of two milk-slathered mountains of breastflesh, slid right back down their far slopes, then continued upwards, arriving at a strikingly beautiful face whose flawless, pale skin was stained with the red of shame, but whose big, green eyes burned like a raging inferno.

“You…” growled those full, feminine lips, slightly louder than before.

The sight of those eyes finally shocked Celestia out of her stupor, the princess’s mental faculties flooding back into her mind in an instant. The instant the connection between her brain and her muscles had been reestablished, Celestia’s arm jerked backwards, dragging along with it her hand and all of her beautiful fingers.

Chrysalis gasped sharply as those fingers fled from the confines of her slick, silken folds, their sudden departure producing a spine-tingling jolt of pleasure almost as powerful as their arrival had.

Celestia slowly gazed down at her hand, seeing clearly her soft, tanned skin slathered with the warm nectar of Chrysalis’s dripping honeypot.

As the ecstasy of her unexpected fingering slowly dissipated, Chrysalis’s expression hardened, and she fixed her piercing gaze once more upon the face of the puny little princess before her.

“You...” she growled, the imminent eruption of that queenly volcano audible in her trembling tones.

Celestia’s eyes darted back and forth between Chrysalis, her own wet fingers, and the big, plump pussy she had just yanked them out of. Her plush lips trembled as she tried to force the useless lump of flesh lying in her mouth to make words.

“I...Y-You...I didn’t…” she stammered, instinctively backing away from the very angry bug mama glaring up at her.

“You dare!?!” said Chrysalis, quickly rising from the bench and standing upon her own two feet once more. “You dare touch my royal pussy?” Her insectoid wings beat furiously, and her long, jagged horn burned with green fire.

“It...It was an accident!” said Celestia. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You dare lay a finger on my queenly folds without my permission?” said Chrysalis, slowly advancing towards Celestia. “I’ve had men torn apart by timberwolves for less!”

“I’m sorry, I...I…” said Celestia.

“You little slut!” roared Chrysalis. “Are you that desperate for action?”

Like a gentle wave washing away footprints in the sand, a sudden calm came over Celestia’s frazzled mind as she suddenly remembered why she had risen from her seat in the first place. Her trembling lips set in a hard line, her wide eyes narrowed, and she rose to her full, towering height, looking Chrysalis straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” she said flatly.

“You heard me, you thirsty little virgin!” said Chrysalis, jabbing an accusative finger in Celestia’s face. “Seeing a real woman’s body was just too much for you, wasn’t it? You just couldn’t stop yourself from copping a feel of me! Admit it! Admit it, you dirty bitch, you fat-assed sow, you—“

The seething queen was abruptly cut off as Celestia’s hand shot forward, quick as lightning, and seized her outstretched arm at the wrist, squeezing hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp of pain that put an end to the stream of verbal sewage flowing from her lips.

“A real woman’s body?” said Celestia, her voice a spine-chilling monotone.

Grimacing in pain, Chrysalis reached up with her free hand and desperately attempted to prise Celestia’s fingers off of her wrist, but try as she might, she could not budge that vicelike grip even an inch.

Celestia slowly leaned in towards Chrysalis, getting so close that the tips of their titanic teats almost touched between them.

“But you don’t have a real woman’s body,” whispered Celestia, “do you…you little insect!?!”

Preoccupied as she was, Chrysalis was neither mentally nor physically prepared to stop Celestia’s free hand from darting forward, seizing a huge handful of her wiggling, jiggling breastflesh, and giving it a good, hard squeeze. Chrysalis’s eyes went wide as the shock of that forceful touch arced through her body, scrambling her brain and turning her legs to jelly. Her trembling body struggled to stay upright as Celestia’s fingers sunk deeper and deeper into the ocean of milky, sweaty flesh on her chest, eliciting a constant stream of breathy, whimpering moans.

“There’s nothing real about you,” said Celestia. “You’re a liar, a deceiver, and a fake! You’re just a fake queen with big, fake tits!”

As she said this, Celestia released Chrysalis with both hands, but immediately reached out and seized the queen’s nipples, giving both of those thick, pink nubs a hard pinch.

The countless nerve endings in Chrysalis’s motherly mammaries, their sensitivity heightened both by those breasts’ recent magical engorgement and by her enthusiastic self-stimulation, exploded with sensation. Chrysalis threw back her head and let out a terrific howl as a wave of the most pleasurable pain she had ever experienced slammed into her with the force of a freight train. Her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, the wriggling and writhing of those features perfectly illustrating the sensual storm raging in her mind. After several long seconds of this, the liquefied muscles of her quivering legs finally gave out, and the queen was sent toppling down onto her knees before Celestia.

Celestia stepped back to make way for her, but did not release her hold on Chrysalis’s slippery nipples, even as they leaked rivers of thick, creamy milk onto her fingers. She held those nipples high, suspending the entire back-breaking weight of those jiggling jugs from those two tiny nubs.

Chrysalis was forced to arch her back as her chest was yanked upward, the additional stimulation on her nipples sending a constant stream of both pain and pleasure coursing through her. Her trembling body was sopping with sweat, the combined effect of steamy air and physical stimulation keeping her glands working on overtime. Her lungs burned for air, but she dared not breathe more than than the shallowest of breaths, as even the tiniest swelling of her chest set her breasts wobbling, which in turn, pulled on her already burning nipples, fanning the flames consuming them.

“You’ve lost, Chrysalis,” said Celestia, gazing down at the pitiful sight before her.

Detecting her voice through the static filling her brain, Chrysalis slowly forced her glassy eyes open, looking up at Celestia’s face.

“Submit,” said Celestia.

Chrysalis licked her quivering lips, then steadied them enough to get out her reply. “Fuck...you,” she said.

“Wrong answer,” said Celestia.

The last thing that drifted through Chrysalis’s semi-lucid mind was the sight of Celestia taking both of her aching nipples and simultaneously giving each of them a hard, sharp, merciless twist. The blissful agony of that dual assault on her most sensitive spots arced through her body, setting her skin aflame and filling her flesh with the awesome power of the sun. Her toes scrunched, her legs spasmed, and her powerful glutes clenched, squishing those plush globes together with enough force to crack stone. Her big, babymaking hips bucked reflexively, and a torrential flood of liquid love gushed forth from her pulsating pussy, slathering the floor beneath her with her juices. Her massive, milky melons wibbled and wobbled like the two biggest bowls of gelatin in the world, each of their tortured teats spewing spurt after spurt of creamy white right onto Celestia’s hands. Her wings twitched and quivered behind her, and sparks of green electricity shot up the length of her horn from base to tip. Her face was frozen in a mask of mind-shattering sexual ecstasy, her lips parted as her long, shrieking howl filled the room, and her unseeing eyes watched the abstract display of lights and colors that flashed before them like a kaleidoscope.

Chrysalis, of course, was not in the correct mental state to process any of this. Celestia, on the other hand, witnessed every climactic second, every delicious little detail, savoring the sight of Chrysalis cumming her brains out with an abnormally sadistic glee. She watched the queen’s bimbofied body writhe under her touch, watched it until those acres of pale flesh began to glow with a distinctive green light. Celestia’s eyes clamped shut reflexively as Chrysalis was suddenly enveloped in that bright light, which faded away again just as quickly. At the same time, she inexplicably lost her hold on the thick, milky nipples between her fingers, those rock-hard nubs seemingly vanishing into thin air. She opened her eyes again just in time to see Chrysalis topple backwards onto the floor, lying there spread-eagle before her.

As her eyes recovered from the flash, Celestia looked down at Chrysalis, noticing several major changes to the queen’s body. Those bodacious breasts of hers had deflated significantly, leaving her with a pair almost imperceptibly smaller then Celestia’s. Her other astonishing assets had been similarly reduced, her pillowy thighs and her jiggly ass cheeks having lost a huge amount of mass between them. In short, Chrysalis looked exactly as she had when she had strolled through the door of that sauna just a short while earlier. Aside from the fact that the woman-shaped mass of creamy, quivering flesh lying before Celestia was slathered in a thick coating of sweat, milk, and her own femcum, she looked exactly like the changeling queen she had always known and hated.

Celestia closed her eyes and took several deep, calming breaths. She smiled softly as she listened to the relative silence of the sauna, Chrysalis’s heavy, shuddering breaths being nothing compared to her previous blathering. She opened her eyes again, reaching up and casually repositioning a few stray locks of her hair.

“Now,” she said calmly, “I’m going to sit back down and enjoy the rest of my steam in peace. You just stay there and rest. When I’m done, I’ll let the guards scrape you up and drag you off to the dungeons.”

With a satisfied smile on her face, Celestia stepped over Chrysalis and slowly made her way back to her seat.

By this time, however, Chrysalis had begun to recover from the biggest orgasm she had experienced since being kicked out of her hive. Her limbs still trembled, but the strength was slowly returning to her powerful muscles. Her ears were still filled with the pounding of her heart, but they were able to pick up Celestia’s dismissive remark. Her brain was still smothered in the warm haze of her afterglow, but she was able to recognize the humbling situation she had been placed in.

That little bitch. Does she really think that’s enough to finish me? I’ll show her how wrong she is.

With a grunt of exertion and a surge of her fiery will, Chrysalis forced her limp body to move, rolling over and pushing herself up with her trembling arms. Breathing heavily, she lifted her head and looked over at Celestia, taking in the sight of her thick thighs jiggling and her enormous cheeks wobbling as she walked away.

“Don’t...turn your back to me...you little slut!” grunted Chrysalis.

Perhaps Celestia had underestimated her opponent, as she did not care to notice Chrysalis pushing herself up off of the floor before it was too late. She heard the telltale creak of the wooden floor, and heard Chrysalis’s bestial snarl as the queen put every last ounce of strength she could muster into a powerful pounce that sent her hurtling towards her opponent. Celestia attempted to turn and face her attacker, but was not fast enough to stop Chrysalis from barreling into her side. The impact of the queen’s significant body weight knocked her off balance, but Celestia managed to stay standing, adopting a wide stance to steady herself. The collision did, however, provide enough of an opening for Chrysalis to wrap one strong arm around Celestia’s hips, clinging tightly to the princess’s lower half, while at the same time, sending her free hand rocketing upwards towards the big, plump target located between Celestia’s conveniently spread legs.

Celestia had her hand raised high above her head, fully prepared to crush that little insect once and for all, but before she could send it flying, that hand, as well as her arm, her legs, and every other part of her was suddenly paralyzed by a jolt of sensation that originated from her middle and spread throughout her entire body. It felt as if she had just been run through by a huge, heavy spear. In truth, she had been impaled, but by something that was both much more pleasurable than any humble pike, and potentially even more deadly. For you see, down below her belly, right between her juicy thighs, two of Chrysalis’s long, feminine fingers were lodged deeply in the tight, velvety corridor of her princessly pussy.

As the feeling of that forceful fingerfucking hit her, Celestia’s eyes went wide, and she let out a sharp, gasping moan. The sensation was not wholly unfamiliar to her, the princess having allowed the entry of certain delicate, feminine digits into her most private place in the past, but the sheer aggression behind that sudden invasion of her body was unlike anything her closely guarded womanhood had ever experienced. It nearly caused her to lose her balance again, but Celestia just barely managed to stay on her feet, placing a hand on a nearby bench to support herself. Breathing heavily, Celestia looked down at Chrysalis, seeing the fingers between her lips and the wicked smile on the queen’s face.

“What’s the matter, Celestia?” said Chrysalis through heavy breaths. “Changeling got your tongue!?!” The queen punctuated this remark by giving the fingers nestled firmly within Celestia’s depths a sudden sharp twist.

A squealing moan escaped Celestia’s lips as her pussy exploded with pleasure, Chrysalis’s strong fingers stretching out her tight flesh with ruthless abandon. She clamped her eyes shut as she attempted to weather the storm of ecstasy that was melting her muscles and frying her brain.

Sensing her weakness, Chrysalis drew her fingers back out of Celestia’s pussy almost all the way, those tight walls reflexively clenching around them as they went.

“I’ll show you what happens when you challenge the queen!” she snarled, ramming her fingers knuckle-deep into Celestia’s pussy in one swift motion.

Celestia squealed as yet another wave of pleasure slammed into her, and her resistance finally crumbled. Her wobbling legs, unable to support both Chrysalis’s weight and her own any longer, buckled, sending Celestia toppling down to the floor. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on one’s perspective, Celestia fell back into the waiting embrace of Chrysalis, who carefully lowered Celestia down into her lap.

“There we go,” Chrysalis cooed.

Chrysalis carefully sat upon the floor, maneuvering Celestia’s body so that the princess laid across her lap, her legs off to one side, and her head resting in the crook of the arm that was not busy teasing her tight lips. Two oceans of hot, sweaty breastflesh, one pale and one tanned, gently collided as their chests came together, the squishing of those breasts sending pleasurable shivers up both of their spines. As she embraced her adversary, Chrysalis kept up her assault, moving her fingers in and out of Celestia’s pussy slowly and gently.

Celestia’s mind was inundated by a constant stream of mild pleasure, making her whimper and moan softly, but still she attempted to resist. She kicked her trembling legs and impotently pounded against Chrysalis’s chest pillows, trying to wrestle her way out of the queen’s grasp.

Taking note of her plaything’s defiant squirming, Chrysalis worked one of her powerful legs out from under Celestia and placed it over those of the princess, her muscular limb easily able to keep those currently being wracked with pleasure in check. At the same time, Chrysalis reached out with her free hand and caught hold of Celestia’s wrist, putting a stop to that arm’s fruitless attacks. With Celestia’s other arm wedged between their bodies and buried under a mountain of boobs, the princess was well and truly subdued, powerless to resist the tender mercies of her captor.

“R-Release...mmmph...m-me!” said Celestia, forcing the words out through her constant moans.

“Release you?” said Chrysalis, smiling down at the pretty little fly snared in her web. “But we’ve only just begun!”

Up until that point, Chrysalis’s fingers had been moving slowly and methodically, carefully exploring Celestia’s depths and probing every inch of that hot, wet flesh for weaknesses. Despite belonging to such an aggressive, cruel woman, those experienced fingers moved with a gentle finesse unrivaled by any others in the magical land of Equestria. After decades of milking sweet, tender love from the hearts of innocents, men and women alike, Chrysalis had become a master of the sensual arts, and gleefully brought every bit of that skill to bear on the pretty little princess’s pretty little pussy.

Celestia continued to squirm and writhe in Chrysalis’s lap, but her movements were becoming increasingly reflexive, brought on by the pleasure arcing through her twitching muscles. She could feel Chrysalis within her, feel the queen moving about as she pleased, going wherever she wished, regardless of her own feelings. She felt those fingers tease her deepest, most private spots, sparing not an inch of her tender, vulnerable flesh.

Chrysalis chuckled softly as she watched Celestia’s will slowly crumble. “You’re holding out so well,” she said. “I’m impressed. Most women would be begging to become my love slaves by this point. Maybe you’re not as inexperienced as I thought.”

Fighting through her ecstasy, Celestia forced her eyes open, scowling up at Chrysalis. “Y-You…slut!” she grunted.

Chrysalis’s sadistic smile faltered, and her eyes narrowed. “I think that’s enough out of you,” she said.

With a firm flex of her arm, Chrysalis pulled Celestia’s head towards herself, forcefully pressing that beautiful face into the soft, creamy skin of one of her wobbling breasts. She might not have been as big as she once was, but Chrysalis still had more than enough hot, sweaty titflesh to completely cover Celestia’s face, even with just one breast. She smothered that dainty little princess with her queenly body, not so firmly as to keep her from breathing, but firmly enough that she would have to fight for every breath.

Celestia once again struggled to free herself, the oppressive weight of that massive mammary smooshing against her face rekindling the flames of her resistance. She hurled several more rude, un-princesslike remarks at her tormentor, but they, along with all of the various moans and whimpers that she had been filling the room with, were muffled by the thick, plump flesh that filled her mouth every time she parted her lips. Her quivering body wriggled about like a fish out of water, making one last desperate bid to escape.

This struggle did not escape the notice of Chrysalis, however, who used her superior positioning to keep her prisoner in check as she squirmed. Of course, it also helped when Chrysalis concluded the reconnaissance phase of her sensual attack, and commenced a full-on assault on Celestia’s closely guarded keep. Having identified Celestia’s most sensitive spots, her keen senses picking up just how much Celestia squirmed and how loudly she moaned with each probing touch, Chrysalis picked her targets, then let loose upon them with vengeful glee. Her powerful fingers plunged in and out of those lips with machine-like speed and regularity, ruthlessly pounding Celestia’s tight, tender flesh into submission.

Up until that point, Celestia had just barely managed to hold onto the last bit of self-control she had left in her, but as soon as Chrysalis commenced her assault in earnest, even that small lifeline was lost to her. The rough, domineering touch of Chrysalis’s fingers poured oil on the fire burning in her loins, those flames growing hotter and spreading to her furthest extremities. Her pitiful attempts at wriggling free immediately ceased, her body quivering as it succumbed to the unstoppable ecstasy sweeping through her. Buried beneath Chrysalis’s breast, Celestia let out a long, loud squeal, the sound of her pleasure audible even through her makeshift gag.

A truly villainous cackle filled the room, courtesy of Equestria’s resident evil queen. “You were foolish to resist,” said Chrysalis. “Even you are no match for me. Just give in. Just lay back and enjoy yourself...while I ruin your tight little cunt!”

Those words trickled into Celestia’s ears, but were quickly lost in the flurry swirling through her mind, tearing her down from the inside out. The last few sparks of resistance within her were being snuffed out one by one, her steely will crumbling under the influence of those fingers, just as so many others’ had before her. Her limbs having already abandoned her, she attacked Chrysalis with her teeth, but lacked the strength to do anything more than gently nibble on the doughy flesh before her face.

Celestia’s little love bites were not nearly enough to earn her freedom, but they did not go unnoticed by Chrysalis. After everything her breasts had been through in the past several minutes, a magical enlargement, some gentle teasing, some not-so-gentle teasing, a full-on nipple orgasm, and a forced magical reduction, that soft, warm flesh was about as tender as it could possibly be. The gentle scraping of Celestia’s pearly whites against that sensitive skin sent tiny shocks of pleasure rushing through her breast to her still-leaking nipple. Chrysalis bit her lip and moaned softly, but did not allow herself to be distracted from the task at hand.

Celestia could feel herself being carried away by the river of pleasure washing over her. Already, her body had betrayed her, her wide hips bucking reflexively as if begging for more, and her mind was not far behind. She used those few precious moments of clarity she had left to continue her counterattack, forcefully nuzzling Chrysalis’s breast to shift its great weight, hoping to find a weak spot. As the seconds ticked by, however, and her mind was increasingly lost to her burning lust, the true purpose of this sensual contact became muddled. So it was that, when Celestia’s lips brushed across a thick nub of stiff flesh protruding from that plush surface, she instinctively took it in her mouth, giving it a gentle nibble and prodding its milky tip with her tongue. As her mouth slowly filled with the warm, creamy milk that nipple produced, she felt a brief sense of victorious glee, but whether that glee was the result of finally finding a suitable target, or for some other reason altogether, was anyone’s guess.

Chrysalis gasped sharply as she felt one of her tender teats sucked deeply into a hot, wet mouth, the touch of tooth and tongue sending a jolt of pleasure arcing through her. She scowled down at Celestia, even as a stream of soft moans flowed from her lips.

“Who said you could have that?” she said.

To punish Celestia’s brazen act, Chrysalis increased her already rapid pace, fingerfucking Celestia’s pussy at a frightening speed that would have broken the brains of most women in mere moments.

To Celestia’s credit, she managed to hold out slightly longer than that, even as her body screamed for the satisfaction that could only be gained by her submission. She continued to suckle from the broodmother’s breast, furiously gulping down mouthful after mouthful of its milky goodness. A more lucid Celestia might have reflected upon the oddly pleasant taste of that milk, a taste vaguely reminiscent of honey, a sweetness she would not have expected from such a sour woman, but as it was, she swallowed it down unthinkingly, as if she were dying of thirst. Chrysalis’s motherly body was more than willing to provide for that thirst, spewing forth milk from its seemingly inexhaustible supply at a steadily increasing rate. Celestia did not question why her forceful lapping and tight sucking made that teat leak so significantly, as every delicious gulp that made its way down her mouth added to the mind-numbing pleasure she experienced.

That battle of wills continued on for a short while longer, each woman relishing the pleasure the other gave them, even as they attempted to resist it. Chrysalis bit her lip and pressed Celestia more firmly against her breast, while Celestia writhed in her lap and moaned into her flesh. Under different circumstances, that contest could have gone on for ages, both of those powerful Amazons possessing a staggering strength of mind and body, but as it was, with Celestia so thoroughly outplayed, the inevitable conclusion of that struggle soon arrived. Chrysalis kept that whimpering, moaning princess stewing in her lust until just the right moment, and then, with one final powerful thrust, delivered the finishing blow, ramming her fingers as far into Celestia’s depths as they could reach.

After enduring a fingerfucking of truly legendary proportions, the great dam holding back the frothing tides of sexual energy within Celestia’s body finally burst, allowing its contents to flow forth unimpeded. As that hot, molten lust swept through Celestia’s body, she let loose a thunderous wail of ecstasy that could have been heard from a mile around had it not been muffled by the huge, milky gag that it was. Her back arched as her muscles tensed, quivering as they felt wave after wave of incredible pleasure wash over them. Her little toes scrunched, her massive breasts wobbled, her plush ass cheeks jiggled, and her burning pussy clamped down like a vice around the fingers that worked furiously to milk every last drop of hot, sticky love nectar those pretty petals had to offer.

A wide smile spread across Chrysalis’s face as she watched Celestia’s long-resisted climax play out before her. She savored every note of her pathetic moaning, every twitch of her voluptuous body, every forceful squirt of her needy pussy, even as she savored the spine-tingling touch of her soft tongue on her nipple. Even as her victory became apparent, Chrysalis did not dial back her assault, her fingers continuing to push Celestia to greater and greater heights, until the little princess’s body simply couldn’t go any further. After one final muffled squeal, Celestia’s body collapsed back down into Chrysalis’ lap, lying there limply. Only then did Chrysalis show mercy on her newest conquest, quickly slowing her fingers to a crawl, and eventually, bringing them to a stop.

For a few moments, Chrysalis sat there, breathing heavily from her own exertion. She swallowed, then looked down at Celestia, carefully lifting her breast up and off of her face. A loud, wet pop sounded out as Chrysalis’s thick nipple, slathered in both milk and saliva, was yanked out of Celestia’s mouth. As the obstruction was removed, Celestia gasped in lungfuls of much-needed air, her great bosom heaving as she did so. Chrysalis chuckled softly as she took in Celestia’s unseeing eyes staring up at the ceiling, the sweaty strands of hair plastered to her once-picturesque face, and the tongue that continued to lap at the air, as if begging to get another taste of her.

“Aww...did the little princess enjoy herself?” said Chrysalis.

Chrysalis slowly drew her fingers out of Celestia’s freshly-fucked pussy, those slick walls reflexively tightening around her, not wanting to be parted from the things that had given them so much pleasure. Celestia quivered from head to toe as her depths were vacated, and let out a soft, shuddering moan. Her sopping wet lips made a lewd squelching noise as Chrysalis’s fingers were pulled free, a thin strand of femcum bridging the gap between them. Chrysalis slowly raised her soiled fingers to her mouth, wrapped her long, dexterous tongue around them, then slowly licked up every drop with practiced ease. She let out a pleasured moan as she swallowed down Celestia’s juices, licking her lips in satisfaction.

“Oh, Celestia,” Chrysalis cooed, looking down at the bedraggled princess in her lap, “I never imagined you would taste this...scrumptious. You must have quite a bit of love in that plump little body of yours.”

Chrysalis released Celestia, slid her hands into the princess’s armpits, then carefully lifted her limp body up and off of her. She held Celestia out in front of her like a little girl proudly examining her brand-new dolly. Celestia’s head flopped forward, the exhausted princess lacking the strength even to hold it aloft, a fact which elicited a chuckle from Chrysalis.

“You know what I think I’ll do?” said Chrysalis softly. “I think I’ll drain every last drop of love from you...slowly...and humiliatingly. I’ll suck you dry, and then leave your limp body on the floor for the staff to clean up. And then...I can enjoy the sauna without having to listen to your whining. Would you like that, little princess? Would you like the queen to feast on you?”

Deep within the thick haze of afterglow that clouded her mind, a spark of Celestia’s willpower was rekindled. She may have just lived through one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt, a sexual experience that had drained her both mentally and physically, but she was still the same powerful princess she had been before. Already, her trembling muscles were calming, their previous strength slowly seeping back into them. Her mind, too, was recovering, the clouds of warm, cozy pleasure that surrounded them parting, even as aftershocks of her climax washed over her. She may have been down, but she was not out, not be a long shot.

No. I cannot lose to her. I will not lose to her. Not again.

Chrysalis’s triumphant smile faltered as she saw Celestia’s lips move, and heard the puny whisper of what might have been words.

“Speak up, you little slut,” she said.

Again, Celestia seemed to whisper something, slightly louder this time, but still unintelligible.

“What...What are you saying?” said Chrysalis.

When Chrysalis again failed to parse Celestia’s murmuring, she gave into her increasingly frustrated curiosity and tentatively leaned in towards her, angling her ear to pick out Celestia’s words.

Celestia swallowed, then spoke again. “Not...today,” she said softly, “you bitch!”

The words had hardly left Celestia’s lips before her feet found purchase on the wooden floor, planting themselves as firmly as possible, then giving a mighty kick with every bit of strength her wobbly legs could muster. Despite only possessing a fraction of her usual power, that kick was still enough to send her flopping forward towards Chrysalis.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, and with her hands full, Chrysalis was unable to brace herself before Celestia’s Amazonian body collided with hers head-on. It was not a particularly forceful impact, yet Celestia’s significant inertia was still enough to send Chrysalis toppling backwards onto the floor, a vocalization of shock and surprise springing from her lips. Chrysalis’s back and head slammed into the wooden floor, not hard enough to seriously injure her, but hard enough to annoy the already riled-up queen. She did not have long to dwell on this, however, as the mild pain was almost instantly overwhelmed by another, much more pleasurable feeling.

While Celestia had been able to get herself moving, stopping herself again proved to be too great a task for her. She planted her hands on the floor to hold herself up, but her weary arms buckled as soon as they felt her weight upon them, sending her crashing down onto Chrysalis.

Fortunately for those voluptuous royals, they both possessed a significant amount of soft, plush padding that made the climactic impact of their bodies more pleasurable than either of them could have anticipated. Two pairs of mammoth mammaries collided, their immense curvatures significantly flattened by the forceful sandwiching they endured. Oceans of pale and tanned flesh alike squished out in all directions, and by a miraculous coincidence, two pairs of rock-hard nipples met between them, each sensitive pink nub roughly pressed against its counterpart on the other woman’s chest. Two sets of wide, motherly hips slammed together, and further down, two plump, wet pussies, each one still tender from their recent climaxes, came together in a forceful kiss, the entire lengths of their luscious lips lining up perfectly, right up to their sensitive little love buttons.

Two sharp, gasping moans filled the room as a powerful jolt of pleasure passed through them, their minds momentarily wiped clean by the unexpected sensation. Their muscles quivered with delight as they felt it, and their hips reflexively bucked against each other, rubbing their slick lower lips together. Their plump bodies rippled as the energy of their impact slowly dissipated, but their renewed trembling ensured that that sea of hot, sweaty flesh never calmed completely.

Chrysalis and Celestia lay like that for a moment, each of their heavy breaths pressing their chests more firmly together, sending tiny waves of sensual warmth coursing through them. Eventually, however, the two met each other’s half-lidded gazes, and they immediately recalled the details of the situation they had found themselves in. Their lustful faces turned aggressive as both women simultaneously reached for the other, beginning their struggle anew. Celestia quickly managed to take hold of Chrysalis’s hands with her own, threading their fingers together and forcing her arms down against the floor. At the same time, Chrysalis kicked and wriggled her powerful legs, but Celestia used her own thick thighs to force Chrysalis’s apart, resting on top of them to hold them in place.

“Get off me, you little skank!” said Chrysalis as she attempted to wrestle her way out from under Celestia.

“Not on your life, you dirty whore!” spat back Celestia.

The sauna echoed with a symphony of grunts, moans, and muttered insults as the two struggled, pitting their exhausted, sweaty bodies against each other. Chrysalis wriggled and squirmed as she attempted to escape her pin, fruitlessly seeking out a weakness she could exploit. At the same time, Celestia shifted to match her opponent’s movements, fighting to maintain her superior position. All the while, their most sensitive spots continued to grind against each other, their bodies and minds gradually weakening under the influence of the pleasure filling them up.

The two were at an impasse, Chrysalis being unable to escape, and Celestia being forced to devote herself entirely to keeping Chrysalis down. Growing increasingly frustrated with this predicament, both sexually and otherwise, Chrysalis soon lost patience and resorted to more serious means of overpowering her opponent. She was too weary and too horny to have successfully shifted her shape, but she was still capable of making good on the threat she had made to the little princess a minute earlier.

Celestia watched as Chrysalis closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, realizing with horror what the queen was doing. She heard the soft whistling of air as Chrysalis inhaled, drawing in an unnaturally long breath that never seemed to end. Celestia gasped as she felt an icy hand clasp her pounding heart and slowly squeeze. A most unpleasurable shiver ran up her spine as she felt herself being wrung like a wet towel, her fiery passion, her righteous valor, and her sunny hopefulness draining out of her drop by drop, leaving her hollow and empty inside. Celestia watched helplessly as these beautiful feelings were drawn out of her mouth in the form of a pink, luminescent mist which flowed directly down Chrysalis’s awaiting gullet.

She’s feeding off of me! She’s...She’s sucking the love right out of me! I can feel it.

Already, Celestia could feel her body weakening, and feel her heart growing cold and empty. She knew she needed to act, and act fast, if she were going to avoid becoming the queen’s lunch. Unfortunately, she was in no position to come up with any kind of intelligent stratagem, her mind a swirling torrent of anger, lust, and supernatural despair. The long, swirling horn on her head was of no use to her either, Celestia lacking the mental focus to cast even the simplest of cantrips. There was only one way that horny little princess could think of to stop the queen, only one way to put a stopper in those plush, feminine lips that sat so invitingly just a short distance before her face.

Allowing her instincts to guide her, Celestia leaned her head forward as far as it would go, but due to the sheer volume of soft, squishy titflesh between her and Chrysalis, she was unable to cross the gap between them. Celestia did not give up, however, the rapidly increasing chill she felt filling her with the strength of desperation. She repeatedly threw her weight against Chrysalis, compressing their breasts more and more each time, and gaining precious inches. The powerful surges of pleasure that this elicited in both of them neither deterred Celestia, not cut off the stream of love flowing into Chrysalis’s mouth. As she felt her heart grow sickeningly hollow, Celestia put all of her strength into one last forceful push, squishing their jiggling chest melons to a fraction of their normal size as she finally pushed her face all the way up to Chrysalis’s and pressed her lips against those of the queen.

Chrysalis’s eyes flew open, and she let out a startled moan, the product of both the electric pleasure of having her tender tits so roughly handled, and of the shock of realizing what Celestia had just done. That moan flowed up her throat before echoing straight into the hot, wet cavern of Celestia’s mouth, but that wasn’t all that Chrysalis coughed up. In the changeling equivalent of a spit take, all of the sweet, sugary love that Chrysalis had absorbed suddenly rushed back up her gullet, out of her mouth, and back into the body it rightfully belonged in.

Celestia felt the chill gripping her heart recede as the warmth and light of the burning sun filled her up once again. Her muscles, wearied by steam, sex, and their sensual struggle, received a burst of strength and energy that she immediately put to good use. Releasing Chrysalis’s hands, Celestia wrapped her arms around the queen, squeezing tightly to ensure that their bountiful breasts would not bounce her back. At the same time, she pressed her lips more firmly against Chrysalis’s, forming a tight seal over that deadly mouth.

As Chrysalis’s shock faded, her brow furrowed in angry recognition of what her opponent was doing. She glared at Celestia, who met her gaze with one just as intense.

That deluded little slut! Does she really think she can stop me from feeding? Oh, she’ll regret challenging the greatest tongue-wrestler in this miserable little country!

Chrysalis threw her arms around Celestia, holding her head in place to prevent the princess from fleeing. With Celestia caught in her grasp, Chrysalis began her counterattack, her long tongue darting like a viper into Celestia’s vulnerable mouth. Celestia was ready for her, however, and quickly sent her own experienced tongue to repel the invader. The two tongues came together in a flurry of motion, swirling, twirling, and darting about each other as fast as lightning. Celestia and Chrysalis exchanged blows like a pair of master fencers, lunging, parrying, and feinting with a skill that would have been awe-inspiring to behold, had anyone actually been able to see it happen.

The violent energy of that fearsome kiss spread throughout their bodies, renewing their greater wrestling match. Their breasts ached with ecstasy as their silken skin, lubricated with sweat and milk, rubbed together and their stiff nipples exchanged rough kisses of their own. Their hips gleefully humped each other, caring not for the petty squabbles of their owners, but only for the incredible pleasure that came from mashing their sopping wet pussies together. Their legs soon followed suit, each woman’s moving to try and wrap around the other as best they could.

The two lay like that for a minute or so, moaning into each other’s mouths, swirling their tongues together, their bodies seeking out increasingly sexual contact, all while the two shot each other fiery glares. Their bodies squirmed and writhed against each other, and with all of that body mass being thrown around, their center of gravity began to shift. The two rocked slightly from side to side, a motion that became more violent with every passing moment. It soon reached the point where Celestia’s back was teetering to and fro like the deck of a ship in a storm. With her attention focused on other matters, and with her supporting legs busy rubbing against Chrysalis’s thick thighs, there was nothing to stop the inevitable capsizing of that ship.

With a final push, Celestia and Chrysalis’s bodies rocked way off to one side, teetering precariously for half a second, before finally completing their roll. Chrysalis’s back left the floor, just as Celestia’s found it, her huge, fluffy wings providing an excellent cushion for her. Their sudden reversal of position did not interrupt their duel, however, the princess and the queen neither breaking their increasingly heated kiss not releasing their hold on each other. If either of them realized that the upset could have potentially allowed Chrysalis to escape, they did not seem to care, both of them throwing themselves single-mindedly into their sensual brawl.

So it was that neither of those two warrior-women ever thought to withdraw from the fight, not even to take up a more advantageous position. They continued to rock and roll across the floor of the sauna, frequently switching positions, neither of them seeming to care about who ended up on top, or about anything else for that matter. The only thing in the world they cared about, the one thought that consumed their lust-addled minds, was the complete and utter domination of their opponent, although the exact nature of that domination was becoming increasingly muddled.

With every steamy second that passed, their fiery passion was increasingly fueled not by anger, but by the burning of their dripping loins, but the transition happened so gradually that neither of them seemed to notice. Neither of them noticed as the humping of their hips grew faster, mashing their pussies together in a needy frenzy. Neither of them noticed as their legs wrapped around each other, squeezing the two more tightly together. Neither of them noticed as their hands wandered over each other’s bodies, caressing backs, running through hair, planting hard smacks on each other’s asses, and slipping between their sweaty breasts to tease and tug at each other’s aching nipples. Neither of them noticed as their harsh expressions softened, their eyes trembling with lust. They didn’t even notice when Celestia’s great wings unfurled and wrapped around their bodies, enveloping them in a blanket of soft, warm flesh and downy feathers that felt heavenly against their skin.

It did register in their brains, however, when their lips began to part due to the increasing sloppiness of their kiss. Their tongues, wearied by their ferocious battle, collided with softer and gentler blows every time, until the point where they were merely caressing each other, exploring each other’s tender skin with a carnal passion that neither woman would have admitted to. Their plush lips, slick with saliva, broke their seal with a loud, wet pop, but continued to keep in contact as often as they could. Through the gaps of their lips flowed in much-needed air, and flowed out never-ending streams of whimpering moans and whispered words.

“You...You’re gonna cum...aren’t you?” said Chrysalis, slipping the words out in between her heavy breaths and passionate smooches. “Little...slut. I knew you...wanted me.”

Meeting Chrysalis’s half-lidded gaze with her own, Celestia replied. “Look who...who’s talking,” she said, breathing just as heavily. “You’re moaning like a...like a...a whore.”

“Takes one...to know one,” said Chrysalis.

The two closed their eyes and locked lips again, exchanging a brief, but intense kiss before parting again.

“Go ahead...little...princess,” said Chrysalis. “I know you...want to. C-Cum! You know you...won’t outlast me.”

“Tough...talk,” said Celestia. “You’re gonna...You’re gonna cum...any second now. I can see it...in your eyes.”

“Yeah right...you slutty little…virgin,” said Chrysalis.

“You...fake bimbo,” said Celestia.

“F-Fat-ass pig!” said Chrysalis.

“Dirty cow!” said Celestia.

“Fuck...you!” said Chrysalis.

“Fuck you!” said Celestia.

Their harsh words were cut off as their lips again met in a wild, sloppy kiss, the two regal women moaning whorish moans into each other’s mouths as their tongues danced around one another. They tightened their sensual embrace, the two hugging each other’s bodies with their arms, their legs, and their wings. Positioned on top, Celestia repeatedly slammed her huge hips down onto those of Chrysalis with enough lustful strength to have crushed the pelvis of any lesser woman. Lying beneath her, Chrysalis squeezed those hips with her legs in time with Celestia’s thrusts, forcing their dripping, quivering pussies together with enough force to have pounded metal into shape. They pressed their chests closer and closer together, plunging their nipples deeply into each other’s warm, milk-slathered flesh, every additional inch bringing with it a greater surge of pleasure.

Despite their boasting, they could both sense what was coming. Both princess and queen could feel the sexual pressure building up within them like air in a balloon, and knew that it would not be long before they popped. Already, their bodies had completely succumbed to their lust, seeking out every precious ounce of pleasure they could squeeze out of each other, regardless of their owner’s desires. Their mouths no longer obeyed them either, those lips and tongues lapping and sucking each other in an orgy of soft, slippery flesh. Their heads nuzzled together, their long horns gently rubbing against each other, sending shivers of ecstasy running down their spines. Their half-lidded eyes were locked on each other, even as brain-melting pleasure gradually forced them closed. They refused to look away, each determined to see the exact moment their enemy finally succumbed to their superior sexual prowess. In the end, they both got their wish when those hard, steely gazes finally snapped, and both pairs of big, beautiful eyes clamped shut as those pent-up royals finally released all of their anger, their hatred, and their legendary lust in a shared climax of truly epic proportions.

Two sets of plump toes scrunched, and two pairs of thick, curvy legs squeezed with every ounce of bone-crushing strength they had in them. Two sets of babymaking hips were fused together from the sheer force of their embrace, and two juicy, thick-lipped pussies clenched like vices as they released twin floods of femcum, slathering each other’s skin with their liquid love as their clits kissed. Two colossal asses clenched, their jiggly cheeks rippling with waves of hot, sweaty flesh. Two pairs of titanic tits, every inch of their vast surfaces coated in milk, smooshed together, eliciting a climactic eruption of the milky geysers buried between them. Two sets of fingers dug into two strong, smooth backs, and two sets of wings, one fluffy and one sheer, twitched and quivered. Two long horns surged with raw, sexual energy which arced between them like a magical Jacob’s ladder. Two beautiful faces contorted in ecstasy, and two sets of powerful lungs released two long, loud, piercing cries of sexual euphoria that came together in a harmony of hateful, lustful love.

All thoughts of rivalry, of competition, of domination were swept from their minds by the flood of carnal pleasure that passed through them, filling every nook and cranny of their beings. The bright, burning fireworks of their scintillating sex singed their psyches in a display of complete and utter catharsis. Wave after wave of hot, burning pleasure washed over their needy minds, just as it arced through their tense, spasming muscles and their electrified skin. They desperately clung to that pleasure, savoring every sweet, beautiful second of it, caring not whose fertile, feminine body was giving it to them. As it swept them away, the two continued to wail, grunt, moan, whimper, and mutter obscenities unbecoming of even the lowliest of whores, let alone two refined royals. They lay like that, not like princess and queen, not like enemy and adversary, but like two needy women merely enjoying the myriad of sensual pleasures their soft, plush bodies could give them.

As powerful and experienced as those bodies were, however, even they could not keep that heavenly euphoria pumping through them forever. Their clenching, quivering cunnies, having already spurted forth enough femcum to drown a small village, finally fell still, their tight muscles going limp, moving only to shiver as they felt the aftershocks of their earth-shattering orgasms. The rest of their bodies soon followed suit, every pound of powerful muscle and soft, plump fat collapsing into a limp mass of pale and tanned flesh slathered in sweat, saliva, milk, and the nectar of their juicy honeypots. So thoroughly spent were they that they might have been mistaken for dead had the soft sounds of their heavy breaths not filled the room and the rhythmic swelling of their chests not budged their ragdoll forms.

Such was the situation that Celestia’s and Chrysalis’s fragile consciousnesses slowly reawakened to as the sexual infernos raging through their minds diminished to smoldering embers of sensual warmth. They felt the ever-present touch of the hot, steamy air which gently caressed their most sensitive spots with its immaterial fingers. They each felt their own sticky, sweaty flesh, just as they felt that of the incidental lover they embraced. They felt their muscles quiver as reflexive jolts of pleasure reverberated from one of their bodies into the other, then back again. They felt each other’s warm breaths on their faces, caressing their lips like gentle kisses.

Slowly, their eyes drifted open, gradually focusing on the sight before them. Their serene faces were pressed together, their foreheads touching, their noses gently booping, and their plump lips close enough to stretch out and smooch. As reason, memory, and will trickled back into their brains to take the place of lustful instinct, they were able to force those mouths to move, the only parts of their bodies they were currently capable of budging.

“You...You...c-came...first,” said Celestia, her words carried on the wind of her heavy breaths.

“Y-Yeah...right,” replied Chrysalis, breathing just as heavily.

They stared into each other’s blissful eyes as they caught their breath and waited for their strength to return to them. Neither of those prideful women wanted to admit defeat, but at the same time, they were just too damn tired to continue arguing about it.

“You want to…to call it...a draw?” said Celestia.

Chrysalis pursed her lips, seeming for a moment as if she were about to hurl some childish jab at her, but eventually decided against it. “Fine,” she said.

“Unless…” said Celestia, her eyes drifting away.

“Unless….what?” said Chrysalis.

“Unless,” said Celestia, meeting Chrysalis’s gaze once more, “you want to...go for a...tiebreaker?”

Chrysalis watched as a spark of aggressive competitiveness was kindled in Celestia’s eyes, just as her lips spread into a small grin. Chrysalis’s lips formed a matching grin, a trace of her usual smugness making itself shown on them and in her smoldering eyes.

“You’re on!” said Chrysalis.

Epilogue

The opulent waiting room sat still and quiet, the late afternoon sun streaming through its tall, broad windows and onto the fine furniture and decorations it boasted. Barring an out-of-place basket of towels sitting near a potted plant, the room appeared as picturesque as it ever had, right up to the large stone double-doors in one wall that were embedded with dazzling gemstones of every color imaginable.

That scene of serenity was momentarily interrupted by a soft click as the handle of one of those stone doors was slowly turned, before the door itself was pulled inward, opening just a crack. Through this tiny gap peeked two eyes, one pink and one green, which quickly pored over the room beyond the door.

“Are your guards out there?” whispered a voice.

“No,” replied another voice. “It’s empty.”

The door slowly opened all the way, and through it walked a pair of women, one after the other. The tall, elegant form of Princess Celestia passed gracefully over the threshold, her voluptuous curves concealed beneath her usual flowing white gown, and her golden crown setting prettily atop her perfectly styled hair. Following close behind her was a comparatively puny woman named Chrys, whose much more modest body was clad in the pristine white of a spa worker. Chrys quietly pulled the door closed again behind her, and the two stood before it, not meeting each other’s gazes. The two awkwardly fidgeted in place, shuffling their feet, making tiny adjustments to their clothing, and stroking their hair.

“Oh!” said Chrys, noticing a long, silky strand of dull blue hair clinging to the Celestia’s white gown. “You have a…” She pointed to the spot in question.

Celestia followed her finger with her eyes, quickly locating the hair. “Oh!” she said, blushing slightly. “S-So I do.”

Celestia quickly plucked their hair from where it lay on her gown, holding it before her face. Her long, white horn glowed golden yellow for a moment, and the hair crumbled to dust in her fingers, leaving no evidence behind.

“Erm...thank you,” said Celestia as she lowered her hand again.

“Don’t mention it,” Chrys said quietly.

An awkward moment of silence passed before either spoke again.

“So…” said Celestia.

“So…?” said Chrys, giving her a sidelong glance.

“We are still...enemies...correct?” said Celestia.

“O-Of course!” said Chrys, blushing and looking away. “Of course we are!”

“Of course,” said Celestia, looking away as well.

Another moment passed.

“Just…” Chrys began.

Celestia looked back at her.

“Enemies...with benefits?” Chrys concluded, looking back at Celestia.

“I...I suppose,” said Celestia, looking away again.

Celestia took a moment to thank her lucky stars that she and her usual bedmate had such an...open relationship; otherwise, she would have had a very awkward conversation awaiting her in her near future.

“I’ll, um...I’ll leave first,” said Celestia. “The guards will be gone soon and...you can leave then.”

“Right,” said Chrys. “Thanks.”

Celestia suddenly gave Chrys a serious look. “You are going to give back that key,” she said, “aren’t you?”

Chrys sighed like a moody teenage girl. “Come on,” she said. “I won’t sneak in that often.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, fine,” said Chrys. “I’ll put it back.”

“Good,” said Celestia.

Another silent moment passed.

“Well, I...I suppose this is...farewell,” said Celestia.

“Er...yes,” said Chrys. “F-Farewell.”

Celestia stood still for a moment longer before her long, shapely legs finally began to move, slowly carrying her across the room and away from Chrys. Chrys watched as she walked for a few seconds, then suddenly came to a stop. Celestia tentatively turned, looking back over her shoulder at Chrys.

“So...same time next week?” said Celestia, a sly smile on her lips.

“Same time next week,” said Chrys, a smug expression on her face, “you fat sow.”

Celestia chuckled softly. “Don’t be late,” she said, facing forward again, “you little insect.”

Celestia resumed her walk towards the stairwell, her wide, feminine hips moving with a subtle, but noticeable sway to them, making her plump posterior jiggle enticingly.

Chrys chuckled at the bittersweet sight of that big, juicy rear walking away from her.

Fuck. I love the sauna.