The Madam behind the curtain.
Tonight was slower than Citrine had anticipated.
Complementing the unusual lack of customers, and coupled with nearly all the available mares(and two of three stallions) she worked with were presently occupying their own stalls, or rooms meant there was more then enough coverage for tonight.
Listening closely, her white furred ears could pick up the scarce pleasurable moans, and grunts of her coworkers attending to the few customers. Of the three stalls in this hall, she occupied the one at the very end, and judging by the lack of conversation nearby, assumed her coworkers either took stalls on the opposite end, or the rentable beds to catch up on sleep. For now, the sounds of enjoyment captivated the tall mare to a point of utter restlessness as she waited for the agreed upon time ofhis arrival. Until then, Citrine was forced to entertain herself.
Using her large wings to keep her properly balanced, and propped up as she laid against the wall, her hopeful eyes falling silent behind a curtain of darkness, listening to the faint sounds of two ponies enjoying the moment. The isolated mare couldn’t help but warm herself up to the idea of partaking in their shared experience, her height made sitting in the stall uncomfortably cramped to a point she felt the walls could give away with anymore movement. But they never did.
It was another reason why she loved working for Cherry so much. That mare made sure the construction in this building was all up to code. So an accidental kick to the wall here and there wouldn't compromise too much. Terrific news given this happened when she was enjoying herself properly, yet the few reactive kicks in the past had drawn curious customers to her stall in the hope of discovering why the lonely mare was making so much noise. Opportunities she'd taken advantage of many times, and not because she needed the bits, but for the simple reason she enjoyed the attention it brought. Sure she always ended with more bits added to her tab only adding to the pressure to return more frequent, but that was a small price to pay for what might be considered a hobby.
Unironically, Cherry often citied how she could open her own brothel if she kept it up. While appreciative of the compliments, Citrine found the thought of being a princess by day, a Madam by night a little too eccentric.
The mare was more content with the current arrangement of simple stall attendee, or fishing hole her more degenerate co-workers would call it. Though in private she got a good chuckle thinking of their reasoning...
'Those stallions are desperate for a bite, and know how to dangle a worm enticingly.'
Citrine blissfully hummed as she laid against the wall with her belly casually exposed to the open air, and it did wonders to get her in the mood. Her large hoof slid down the concaving nature of her well pampered body, noting how the silk-like fur felt against her underhoof. Her massive lungs causing her diaphragm to rise and fall hurriedly as the low moans, and grunts became more common and feverish.
Adding to this excitement, he could hear some of the other mares cheering on another co-worker, apparently the workers had upped the terms of their service. If anything, the background noise fueled her growing lust as she imagined a crowd cheering her on…
Her lips parted wide enough for her large tongue to escape, run along the length of her well manicured teeth, and slip back in. The smile on her muzzle persisted as her bare hoof sailed over one of her teats, eliciting a repressed moan of her own, before working its way down the final distance to where her tail worked very hard all day to cover.
Her stature meant Citrine towered over her peers leading to the adoption of a certain style of walk to keep her dignity, and the sanctity of her image intact. Night working meant a chance to escape the chains of glamor, and were celebrated as a day off until he found out. So sudden was the assault she nearly spilled the secret, and though prevented its release, had confirmed the stallion’s suspicions enough. No idea how this stallion could have pieced everything together, but even after some denial to the accusation on her part, Citrine found the stallion persistent with his claim.
An agreement was struck to keep the secret so long he could become a regular. No discounts even, since he was willing to pay full price if it meant being her first regular customer, and reluctantly Citrine agreed, sealing her commitment to Cherry’s establishment.
Over half a year since the concord was struck, and so far his visits had been restricted to once a month, allowing enough passage of time to not conflict with her schedule, but slowly this limitation had morphed into something of an event for the mare. A date on the calendar only for her, and the stallion. Nopony else. Free time she began reveling in with a knowledge she wasn’t confined to only the breaks in between meetings or other duties, thus acts like pleasuring herself started becoming normal.
So, here the mare was with her hoof hovering over the burning folds of her dignity, eagerly awaiting, and acknowledging the hoof in kind- her entire body convulsed once as the stimulation began. Moonlighting as a prostitute alleviated most feelings, yet sometimes the act of taking care of it yourself was the only way to expel the last of it. Citrine’s goal wasn’t to bring herself to climax more than it was to work herself up for the inevitable meet up- a small salad before the main dish.
Her breath hitched, followed by a sharp intake of air when the cold horseshoe slipped between the cracks and brushed against that familiar nub, but the surprise quickly dropped into a near cooing. If she could arc her back anymore, the mare would have, but due to her great size, this made the task impossible without causing any damage, or too much noise. Still the mare made due given the provided space.
She could prolong the self-pleasuring out of simple enjoyment, and was in mid-debate with the idea of immediate gratification or not when a new sound caught her attention- the heavy clip clopping of a pony. She paid this no mind guessing one of the girls would beckon them over into their care, and closed her eyes once more to enjoy the scarce lull in time…
Citrine found her moans hitching themselves to the back of her throat as she reached a desired pinnacle, but the moment was interrupted by a low rapping on the wall.
Her eyes snapped open while the tip of her slick hoof remained buried between her holds, ears erected trying to discern if noise had echoed from further down the hall or not. Her previous bouts of pleasure came to an end as she allowed the silence to permeate, waiting with lip bitten breath when her large ears discerned the noise came from her stall. She made no movement waiting for the agreed upon signal, and fortunately she’ll wait no longer.
Near the missing section of wall that served as the only portal to the other side, the tall, yet lean mare watched and listened as a soft tap came above the hole, followed by a second, and then a third after a brief pause…
“It's him!” Citrine told herself as her already thundering heart roared to life yet again with a new found exhilaration.
A guard’s signal was meant to distinguish friend from foe. A bit impractical given it could be replicated fairly easily with the right pressure applied from a unicorn’s magic, or a griffon’s talons, if the old skirmishes in Equestria's early days taught them anything. Still, the agreed upon code could always be mistaken in passing for a stallion trying to position himself, or a plethora of other mundane sounds that likely wouldn’t matter to the passing pony.
It kept their secret hidden in plain sight more or less providing an extra layer of anonymity then acknowledging to the world these two ponies were using code to meet up.
Citrine bit her bottom lip harder knowing what was to come next, and without further provocation was spurred into action. Her stiff wings and large size made rolling over difficult, but following the mantra ‘slow is smooth, and smooth is fast’, the large pony managed to sit herself upright, and from there began the process of rolling over. The size of the stall is never an issue until she’s required to maneuver her massive frame, but with practiced movements is able to angle her body and wings just enough to settle her forehooves upon the ground with enough space to pull herself forward to position her rear hooves behind her. From there no further action on her end was needed.
Nearly sensing (most likely heard her) preparation, Citrine listened to a slight adjustment of hooves against the wall and was quickly rewarded with a familiar sight- a stallion’s flaccid penis.
Late night work had exposed the mare to a great many shapes and sizes during her two year employment under Cherry, and there's been scarce occasions she’d even recognized a few from mottled patterns, or distinguishing shapes of their flare. The act of servicing many stallions this way in short, served to satisfy her own pent up desires by using the regulations of the establishment to create an anonymity to hide behind.
The plan to associate the pleasure of work with a single pony, or become attached to a customer was never a part of the plan. Yet the alicorn calling herself Citrine could not help but see this flaccid penis as something more if the trickle of blood from her bitten lip stood for anything. Faust! Just knowing he could pass her everyday, or might have spoken to her only added to this strange mixture of lust, and shame chaining her to the pleasant sight before her.
As Royal Guards of Canterlot Castle, their armor was specially forged, and later infused with layered enchantments that made actual identification nearly impossible to any but fellow guards given their constant exposure to the nuances of their peers. Even then, by magical contract enforced with additional enchantments, they were forbidden from identifying themselves in a manner that would undermine their profession. For the common pony, and even herself? It was for the best that these brave mares and stallions remain unknown…
“Until now…” She whispered between hushed teeth. Her tail was unable to hide her domineering excitement.
Free from their previous restrictions, these iconic wings reminiscent of summer clouds, and snow drifts itched with their own excitement. They were twitching in rhythm with her heart rate as the large appendages made use of the limited space provided to extend nearly out, using the wing tips for their intended purpose of grasping the corners of the stall.
Properly balanced for the moment, it was time to do her part.
The flaccid penis pulse with an eagerness shared by all stallions, but remain calm and inviting as Celestia, known as Citrine during her nightly work, leaned close enough for the passive exhaling of her breath to be felt while each inhale graced her nostrils with his potent musky scent. She’d serviced enough stallions during her nearly two, going on three full years of work to recognize some of the many scents, and drawing from centuries of experience to make very educated guesses to a stallion's possible profession, and health to some extent.
‘He’s been a good guard working those long hours.’ She thought, not truly knowing the extent of their shift.
The only conclusion she could make would be that her clandestine customer brought with him the scent of a day’s work upon him. Her nostrils flared with intent as she traveled the length of the penis toward the little hole in the wall attempting to learn of his life. The heavy musk carried with it an almost salty scent, her long tongue practically tasting the salt without ever getting a lick, indicated an abnormal amount of time had been spent outside for the perspiration to linger, meaning his shift required prolonged exposure to the outside then a simple trot between the castle proper to the Luna’s Wing.
‘Along the wall most likely. He doesn't smell like flowers or the inner city.’
Celestia/Citrine noted with her exploration ending once the hole was reached, but this time proceeded to leave a bread crumb of gentle kisses retreating down its stiffening length to the head already flaring in response.
Watching as she performed the act always etched a smile into her muzzle as her large size meant her plump lips practically ate the shaft. A few more notable encounters had left the stallions desperately thrusting against the wall for more with one even trying to talk to her through the hole. Thankfully she avoided being seen by the desperate stallion by using a wing to block the hole, but their reactions forced Celestia to rethink her routine- this stallion was a lucky one.
His actual name was a mystery, but his guard profession had been revealed and though a ‘threat’ had been insinuated, Celestia found their agreement somewhat liberating. In her own justified reasoning, the princess had somepony that knew of the other side of the court holding mother figure of a nation, and treated her accordingly. Celestia in return, though bending one of her greatest rules, was allowing herself a connection with this stallion if only to act upon her fantasies some more.
Selfishness of the highest degree. Yet enjoying the company without keeping secrets only heightens her desire, thus spurring the mare into more bouts of passion than usual.
Reaching the flaring head was only the beginning, from the moment the tip was within reach the alicorn’s plump lips had already engulfed it in its entirety. With her nostrils providing air, Celestia began sucking with a practiced, needy craving, giggling the best she could with a full mouth. Her sucking was simply an extension of her desire, and an act she found pleasurable for both parties until realizing it drove certain stallions mad with desire that sometimes provoke them into unnecessary action, and had to stop; for this stallion she was able to perform the whole routine without worry since the stallion already knew who she was. The alicorn knew she should be more concerned by the prospect, yet her tail could scarcely cover her own fat flanks with how high it was raised.
She positively loved the notion.
As predicted the unwashed, mono colored penis from her loyal guard had become too erect to do little more then take the abuse with a smile. Satisfied she’d drained all ‘fluids’ from the tip, her lips gave way down to the tip where they reunited with an audibly loud kiss on very tip of his head.
Before he could react, Celestia was already moving onto the next act of her performance.
Adjusting her head to avoid moving her stiff wings, she gripped the head with her teeth, and using her tongue to provide the needed lubrication, started the warm up she had planned for the stallion. Her teeth carefully ran the length of the hardened shaft while her tongue felt up every bulging vein as she retraced her path back toward the wide brim flare, giving it a playful pinch with her teeth, then moving her slobbering mouth all the way to the hole. She couldn’t ignore the feeling of her aching wings mimicking her own mood as they angrily throbbed with a madden desire, and almost desperation. It's why Celestia put so much focus into her work, hoping by shifting the attention from herself, then she might relieve the building pressure…
Encouraged by pleasures, the stallion’s restlessness spurred him to try humping his way into her inviting mouth, Celestia found it prudent to hurry herself along towards the main deliverance of their evening if she wanted to drag their time out.
Abandoning her grip on the shaft, she retreated back to the very tip noting how through her work had been seeing the slobbery penis glistening in the dim red light. What bit of her tail not sticking to her flank tried again to pry itself off her plump flank, but alas was unable to because of her own arousal. If she weren’t so busy, she would have used a hoof or wing to peel the strains of tail off so they could freely whip around, but the good princess was always busy, and tonight was no exception.
Celestia’s lips found the tip once more, and starting with another chaste kiss on tip quickly went south as her lips parted to engulf the entire head, flaring ring, and down half of the average size shaft in one gulp. She only gagged once this time as she maneuvered her tongue into a better position to cradle the length, and proceeded to slather the underside with more saliva- exaggerating the noise as part of her show. Experience had taught the princess stallions loved hearing her work, and her customer was no exception. Even with the theatrics her sensitive ears could faintly hear him grunting from the session, feeling her with a prideful glee knowing he wasn’t the only one that held the power from their arrangement.
The message was more than clear.
If he ever told another soul of her nightly activities, no other mare would ever come close to matching this. In that selfish way, she was ruining his ability to ever enjoy the company of his fellow mortals, for he’ll always compare them to a literal princess.
Instead of retreating to the tip and starting over like before, Celestia held her position having to breath through her nostrils as her long tongue writhe the other side of his shaft to the point the princess was beginning to drool, having it pool on the ground below. Purposeful was her act to hold here, and not consume the stallion’s entire length encourage him to fix it; her ears could pick up the distress in his grunts like whimpers, and what inklings of a smile worked their way onto her muzzle while she gobbled his cock. As predicated, his desperation had morphed into a frantic frenzy of weak thrusts because of the awkward angle of the hole, but the Princess of the Stall could work with this.
The motion of his shaft grinding along her tongue was always a treat for the alicorn, if for the sole reason it was the closest she could have a stallion ‘trying’ to please her as well instead of the usual solo act. On rare occasions the overworked mare would treat a lucky stallion to this intensity of a performance despite having stopped it recently, but this stallion would receive more than anypony for a simple reason- he knew her, and by proxy she knew him.
To the outside world, it was a stallion getting the work of a professional. To them? It was a guard providing a service to his lonely princess, who in turn greatly appreciated the unorthodox attention. Celestia could only speculate how the stallion goes about his duties knowing his cock was a recurring facet of her schedule. These intrusive thoughts always served as the backbone to her work, fueling her arousal during her night shifts, and by result kept her motivated to do her very best.
‘Like this.’
The princess told herself as she finally abandoned her hold over the throbbing penis, noting how the length bobbed up and then down when its owner wasn’t desperately trying to push it further into her private stall. She would have licked her lips if the bottom of her chin wasn’t already covered in drool and pre-lust, and given this whole night was a moment to indulge herself, left the runoff dangling off her chin.
Further adding to this depravity, the taller than life mare temporarily confined to this small space managed to not only stand, but maneuver around so her wide hips were poised over her restless suitor for the evening. Encouraged from her smoldering fantasies, Celestia slowly knelt forward, if awkwardly to avoid impaling the wall with her horn, but left her nearly trembling rear elevated just above the penis.
If anypony found their way into her little stall, they would have the shock of a lifetime seeing their princess’s matted tail sprawled over her back as she positioned her deprived flanks gushing with a need long repressed. Her wings throbbed a little more as the pegasus in her was reacting to the excitement by trying to keep her wings locked to avoid falling off the cloud- they did help by keeping her firmly supported though.
Poised just above to feel the warmth bobbing between her thighs begging for further stimulation, and as a mare of the night it was her duty to rectify the lack of release. Posturing was no problem, and with a simple push forced her large flanks onto the tip, sharply inhaled, and proceeded to retrace her earlier progress. The act was simple if only because for a mare of her size meant most stallions were a bit on the smaller side, but never did it mean she found them unsatisfactory. Contrarily, Celestia could find more than enough pleasure to satisfy her needs as well as those of her partner; if anything, the average stallion was enough with any bigger (though scarce) might hinder her crafted performance.
Still slick from her earlier work, the stiffen penis slid in with little complaint. There was no rush, thus the princess closed her eyes trying to better enjoy the sensations as she slowly pressed her large flank against the wall until she was sure she’d taken him completely. Keeping her stance, Celestia counted the seconds until a familiar movement ended her distraction. Her well rounded flanks resting against the wall detected movement brought forth by her partner for the night, thrusting his pelvis against the wall, an instinct fueled by an excess of hormones needing release.
Each thrust by the stallion only worked him further down the slippery slope known as depravity, with little recollection of the world around himself save he could feel the enormous pressure of a mare calling to him. His mind focused on the task while his heart fluttered with a burning he could do little save his earnest thrusting with the hopes the action would eventually work the infection from his body.
To the princess separated by a thinly erected wall? Her head found anything save resting upon her crossed forehooves exhausting as her own burdens in life simply didn’t matter save her own primal need to help this stallion, and by extension help herself.
Court life and prostitution held their own risks and rewards, yet Celestia managed to strike a comforting balance between the two with the growing excuse this could be another duty being fulfilled; Mother forbid Luna ever leave the castle if only to stir up unneeded drama- live a little. Though her sister’s reputation isn’t stellar, Luna wasn’t doing any of them favors by confining herself to wing…
“..and her guards…” Celestia thought aloud, her content smile growing at the scandalous implication that may or may not be true.
Speculation aside, the alicorn was relaxed with little care save for the rhythmic impact of her partner’s hip against the thin wall. The pleasant stimulation of her pussy coupled with the offered privacy of the stall were more than enough to keep her eyes close as the motions kept her mind mostly occupied.
Stallions weren’t born for endurance when compared to some of the other species of the world; if the scholars were to be believed, this came from a necessity from the early herd days when prolonged loitering put everypony in danger. Today, an exceptional few could last far longer, and her partner was one. This meant an unnaturally long procreation period then providing simple fellatio or a roll under the sheets like her peers. No. Instead Celestia was being treated to a special night filling her senses with the sounds, and smells most often alluding her.
The stallion’s pace was beginning to falter, signaling he was finally reaching his limit, and without opening her eyes, a devious idea took root in the mind of the properly rigorous princess. Without warning, in mid thrust Celestia’s magic sparked to life with intent, seizing the would-be blackmailer by the girth near the base. Shocked from the sudden use of magic, and pressure applied to his sensitive cock, he nickered.
The sound caused the princess to giggle as she felt him struggling to break her grasp while whining, and tap the wall to ‘voice’ his displeasure. He could do little more than stand still while the mare implemented her little plan. With her partner currently restrained, Celestia finally opened her eyes so she could peer toward the wall, as she began moving her pressed flanks against the wall in an up and down motion. The added stimulation of his rigid cock holding her in place alleviated a deepening ache to feel the touch of another pony after centuries of self-restraint.
To think she’ll be working a stall after an off-hoof comment some decades back, shattering that long held dogma of hers.
The princess was lost in her thoughts when she felt the ramifications of their shared experience, and with the stallion’s climax their reason for tonight concluded. Celestia kept her rear presented toward the wall to provide the stallion’s softening cock a chance to slip out while she collected herself. She tried flicking her tail back down, but when the action only pulled the fur on her back did she accept her lot in life for the time being.
In a way, the princess found the idea to spend the rest of the night with her tail pulled up appealing, but knew after this show she’ll need to leave soon to avoid drawing a crowd to her stall.
The other girls surely heard the entire visit, and would talk. That wasn’t the problem. It was potentially drawing in what few stallions had visited tonight with her vocal announcement and luring smell of her activities she particularly felt prudent to quell fast, if to maintain Citrine’s reputation at Cherry’s.
‘So much to consider…’ Celestia mused with her head still resting on her crossed forelegs. Her stiff wings relentlessly throbbing with excitement. Her lower abdomen was smoldering from the night’s activities.
Caught in the stray emotions, the content princess almost missed the withdrawal of her partner’s penis skirting past her boundaries, caught on the very divider before wiggling himself free. That little dance at the end was what alerted Celestia the evening was done, and her need to clean up was here. Her massive flanks were still presenting, she swiveled those large ears toward the wall hoping to catch a passing comment from the stallion only to catch the guard code of three taps with a brief pause just before the third- he was satisfied.
Carefully dropping her large flanks, Celestia sighed once the jiggling mass was settled atop the cooled surface of the tile, allowing the worn princess a much needed break.
The sharp clip clops of the guard’s hooves had barely gone silent before a commotion caught her attention. Listening carefully, Celestia could separate the garbled clump of sounds into four distinct voices of her coworkers- cheering her on. The other mares and stallions were shouting, and stomping their hooves as the princess picked herself off the floor( her stiff wings making the process difficult) while she used her magic to carefully peel her plastered tail off her back, letting the matted hair dangle to the side of her flank.
Most of the dialogue was muted, but she could pick up a few lines with the loudest being her work friend Banana Sunday nearly screaming.
“You go mare! Celestia knows you had it in you!”
The use of her name tripped her up until she could process it’d been used in passing, and not addressing herself. Celestia opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it not wanting to risk the voice she uses for Citrine to suddenly falter, instead reaching for the sign cord with her magic to click it twice- once to turn it off, and the second to turn it back on. Peering through the hole in the wall, Celestia’s eye watched the dim hallway until she saw the returning flicker of lights from the mares.
For the mares of Cherry’s, this was their simple code to acknowledge each other- to silently communicate without distracting the customers or other working mares. Except for tonight of course. Everypony heard the commotion of a heat induced meeting happening from the stall at the end of the hall, and couldn’t help but be for this simple act of letting go and having fun.
The excitement hadn’t died down, and if anything was the spark needed to liven up their night for her fellow co-workers, bringing some unwanted attention to her alter ego, but what had happened, simply happened, and was thankful for what privacy the stall offered. Celestia calmed her excitement with the same breathing techniques she’d taught Cadence and Twilight. Soon, her own burning desire was cooled as the inferno lost traction; her stiff wings gained some needed flexibility coupled with the ability to finally press her matted tail between her flanks, covering the biggest sign of her relief.
Careful not to create a bright flash with her magic, a spell was weaved instead. This magic washed over her body in a near similar radiance to her coat, blending into the fur save an obvious sheen, and so quick was the gleam in question the princess had no time to adjust her wings before discovering her reduced size once more.
Upon the reflective surfaces of the lone mirror nestled on the door revealed the sweet looking form of a lean pegasus with a yellow mane. Taking in her form once more, Citrine noted how her fur and tail appeared to be in proper condition, even though underneath the spell she could still feel the matted fur on her back and the sticky strands of tail gripping her flanks as she walked. She looked like a proper mare, but everything else suggested another story entirely.
Smiling at the illusion in the place, Citrine began sniffing the air to confirm the lingering scent of sex was on her and not just in the air, meaning she’ll have to use one of the showers here or teleport back to the castle and risk being spotted. How could a pony hide the musky stench of the aftermath without it galloping off to tell everypony what had happened? The answer was simple, and unless she wanted rumors swirling around the castle for the next several years, Citrine would use the showers here.
Another change for the lean pegasus that cherished the work- ‘The Artist’ she’d been nicknamed. A mysterious mare that would come and go just as quick with little words spoken, using their showers? HA!
The emotions of the night were still exuberant, but that mattered little as the pegasus stood in the center of the small stall processing everything that had happened, and could happen going forward. Anything associated with the new memories were cataloged for a later recounting should she desire a reminder for a later retelling. It’s one matter to be moonlighting, and another to actively become involved with the hired help as a few persistent rumors often suggest, and though this had been going on for centuries, to finally be confirming them is another problem altogether.
These conflicting thoughts, potentially serious in nature, did amuse the pegasus, and with a snort to signal her own opinion about the matter stepped forward toward the sign and grabbing the cord with a wing gave it a single yank, turning off the colorful display.
Her stall was closed for the night
