Steamy Stress Relief

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.