In The Days Before The Upheaval

The changeling invasion took the ponies of Equestria by surprise. Under the direction of Queen Chrysalis, much of the world fell. Yet there were pockets of resistance all over the world, one which included the Crystal Empire, led by Queen Cadance and King Shining Armor, like most of equine society, largely matriarchal. However, the majority of their foot soldiers and guards were nonetheless stallions, the brave protectors of their world, who stood against the many encroaching threats.

The best of these were known as Cadance's 'Three Swords', a trio of friends that stood above the rest in swordsmanship and valor. Shining Armor himself, the paladin, in his white armor. Thunder storm, a pegasus and his breast friend, perhaps the most skilled duelist of all, with a friendly and open, dependable nature that made him a natural leader. And finally, Fiery Kickstart, another pegasus, known as a military tactician, with a more aggressive approach. Rumor had it that there was once a 'Fourth Sword' that turned away from the offer to serve the queendom in order to look after his family, but were the hushed whispers true, he'd been stricken from the records.

With their marshaled forces, many were confident they would be unstoppable.

In the crystalline palace, a number of crystal maids went about their daily business. Two of these were the queen's personal attendants, chosen by Cadance, who'd found them in an orphanage, and let them be raised by other handmaidens. Crystal earth ponies twins, their true names known only to a few, who'd dubbed themselves 'Foal-Bearer', with her wider hips and backside, and 'Wet Nurse', more bustom, albeit both of them were supple pinnacles of delicate beauty.

With their coral pink bob cuts, eyes, and fur, all of different pastel hues, they wore the same fetish-style garb of all the attendees, with a uniform that showed off ample volumes of cleavage, a short pleated skirt, garters and stockings, the outfits completed with maid head dresses, stiletto heels, and chokers. The sisters strolled in a well-mannered fashion, down the series of corridors.

The duo arrived in a more spacious area at the palace's center, where sunlight streamed in brilliant colors when they cut past the stained glass windows. Titanic depictions of the 'Three Swords' were carved into the sea of colors, three handsome, armored stallions that crossed their blades skyward.

The echo of their heels clopped to a stop when they took a moment to observe with the same, quiet awe the twins always displayed. “They're so dreamy~,” said Wet Nurse with a blush. “But Master Shiny is the most debonair of them all! Even his name marks him as the ideal knight!”

“Uh-huh,” replied the 'elder' twin Foal-Bearer, with a more subdued voice and a small color of her own cheeks. “Thunder Storm, too, is the consummate champion. But Fiery scares me.”

“Because of the burn scars? Don't be so prejudiced, sister! Sure, he's a little rougher than the other two, but rugged stallions have their own charms! Why, I wouldn't say no if any of them wanted to manhandle me~” She embraced herself and tittered with an excited squirm and a squee.

“Keep your voice down,” reminded Foal-Bear sharply. “You know how voices carry around here. And our fellow maids can be terrible gossips. But yes, you're correct. I can't deny he's been instrumental in our country's protection, whatever I think about his methods. Time to move on.”

“A shame,” murmured Wet Nurse with a deep sigh. Nonetheless, the twins fell into step beside each other on their trip to the throne room. The crystalline floors were reflective, a nice underskirt view of each maid cast back, their scarlet panties visible, so conformed to their flesh that outlines of cameltoes peeked out. Likewise, their cutie marks, a pair of intertwined female symbols.

Another reason Cadance picked them. They shared one-another's pain...and pleasure. Sometimes, it was like they shared a heart, mind, and soul, able to often finish their sister's sentences.

Graceful and mannered, their ample assets bounced in their scanty attire. Each day, usually mid-afternoon, the twins were called to privately meet with the husband-and-wife rulers. Gently, they knocked on the double-doors that loomed ahead, and a moment later they creaked one.

Guards nodded to the sisters, and pulled the doors shut behind them when they took their leave, the twins left alone with the married couple, who sat on their thrones, across the carpets ahead and up a small set of stairs. “Approach,” commanded Cadance, and they did so.

“My queen,” the pair said, and knelt on a knee, their heads bowed.

“Look at me, my pets,” said Cadance, who raised their heads up to meet her eyes by their chins, which she tenderly stroked. “My, you're more lovely each time I see you!”

“You spoil us my queen,” said Foal-Bearer, who nuzzled back into her caresses.

Shining Armor cut in. “Nonsense! Cadance has always known how to pick 'em! And none of the other maids have ever been able to match your skills! In more ways than one...” He leered at the twins, who shivered in anticipation of what was to come. Their daily, shared ritual. “Rise.”

The sisters stood and faced the pair of rulers on their crystallized thrones.

Cadance smiled at them and played with one of her multicolored mane locks. “Now, how should we start today? Hmmm...turn around.” The twin spun on their heels dutifully. “Touch your toes.” The twins bent over, and reached for their toes hidden by their heels,, their short skirts upraised to reveal their heart-shaped, panty-clad silken scarlet panties, so conformed to their supple, succulent peaches the outlines of their pussies and asshole, buried between their cheeks, were visible.

They stayed in place like that without complaint, the twins trained from childhood to be the perfect hostesses and handmaidens. Etiquette in particular was valued, but they'd also learned to sing, dance, play a few instruments, cook and clean, whatever their mistress and her husband demanded of them. Yet most importantly of all, after they matured, they learned to pleasure them.

Almost like they were the queen's personal concubines, which made them pleasurably quiver at the scandalous idea. They had learned to slide into a variety of roles well, happy to serve and please.

The couple slipped a finger into the hem of their panties, drew the lacy underwear back, then released with a loud snap once the silk connected sharply with their coral pink buttocks. The flesh rippled, and they mewled softly in submission, to the couple's titters and chuckles.

“Goodness,” said the stallion. “They're perfect! I'll never tire of this!”

“Excellent. Because I hope they'll continue to serve us for many decades to come,” said Cadance. “Face us.” The sisters stood and did so. “Mmm. What should we do today?”

“Whatever pleases you my queen,” replied Wet Nurse with a warm smile and a curtsy.

“We live to serve,” assured Foal-Bearer in a more measured tone.

“Well then...” Shining decided not to waste any more time, and unbuckled his pants, which matched his commander's uniform, decorated with a number of medals. He shifted out of his pants and underwear, allowing his dark-skinned stallion cock which contrasted his white skin and fur to flop out, already half-erect. He then started to unbutton his shirt, one-at-a-time.

Soon, his chiseled, barrel chest was bared, which drew the eyes of the ladies.

Cadance, too, undressed with him, her dress slid over her shoulders and tossed aside to bare a voluptuous body clad in black lingerie. Her bra was unhooked, thrown aside, her heavy breasts freed with a bounce. Then, her panties were slid down and kicked aside, her vulva, hips, and butt bared.

The couple were almost pinnacles of beauty, all but worshiped by their subjects.

“Dance for us,” tenderly commanded Cadance with a twinkle in her eye.

Foal-Bearer inquired, “A striptease?” The queen nodded, and the twins obeyed. They started to shimmer, slow and seductive, with sensuous, controlled movements. Hips were swayed, breasts and buttocks shaken, their pastel pink eyes half-lidded. Glittering like jewels, the siblings started to disrobe, piece-by-piece, first with their skirts upraised, then lifted with the rest of the maid costumes, swirled above them in a synchronized manner before they were chucked aside.

Then, the twins executed a move practiced in private. First, both faced each other, fingers linked and snouts rubbed in a nuzzle with a coy smile. Then, Foal-Bearer did a cartwheel that ended in a handstand, as Wet Nurse simultaneously pirouetted to follow her. The more buxom sister ducked down a tad, her hands wrapped around the more bottom-heavy sister's raised ankles.

“This is different,” mused Cadance.

“Can't wait to see how this plays out,” he added, and slowly stroked his dick.

Foal-Bearer's and Wet Nurse's nuzzles darted out, and hooked into the hem of the panties before them. Slowly, each sister drew the panties off her sister, slid them over the shapely cheeks which wobbled free, until Wet Nurse was able to step out of her own, and likewise, Foal-Bearer shook her panties away. Then, both of them tilted a leg in a balletic manner, used the toe to their stiletto heel to unhook a black bra, and freed those too, which left the suspended breasts to flop free.

“Magnificent!” Cadance clapped at the show. You two always know how to keep our sessions fresh!” Foal-Bearer did a standing splits, put herself on display for the hungry eyes of their king and queen, before she did a front flip and the twins bowed to them with muted elation, hand-in-hand.

“A nice warm up,” agreed Shining, who continually stroked his now fully erect cock, his urethra slathered in precum. “So, how about a real show? Get those cute asses over here!”

“Yes master~,' came the pair in unison as they sidled over in a wave of hips, breasts, and buttocks, bounced and shaken with each deliberate step, their wide hotter pink nipples erect.

When they reached the short set of stairs, both of them drifted down onto all fours, and slowly crawled their way up each stair, hip-to-hip. Their pendulous breasts swung and swayed, their hips and buttocks rolled with each deft movement, well-aware of the effect their gem-like beauty had on onlookers, even the royal couple far from immune to their natural, feminine charms.

Both rulers divided their legs to present their own sexes. Foal-Bearer took Cadance, and Wet Nurse took Shining Armor, their muzzles pressed close to the presented, musky prizes. Immediately, small licks and kisses were planted on a pink pussy and black cock respectively, as they savored the flavors of their aroused secretions, felt the wet wink and meaty throb that announced their approval.

“Like that,” the stallion said with a hand on the mare's head. “Lick it and suck it.”

“Eat me,” practically purred Cadance, who lit her unicorn horn and used her aura to spread her flower petals side open, already slick with lust. Foal-Bearer's tongue teased out her queen's clitoris, traced her puffy pussylips, before she pressed the tip of her snout into her hot, moist cunt.

Wet Nurse, too, slurped out the precum from the stallion's flare, before her lips closed around the tip and she started to slowly throat him. Reminded of how much he loved her massive melons, she wrapped the bunched titties around the bottom of his vein-lined shaft and rubbed it, too.

“Good mare,” he complimented with a rub of her hair.

“Both of you,” added Cadance, as her perfect pussy was made an absolute feast of.

However, foreplay couldn't last forever. They could only spare to kill a half-hour with the twins each day before other duties needed to be tended to, and half that time was already spent. So instead, the sisters were scooped up into their laps, with mystic auras and hands alike.

Straddled in place, maws met in a series of messy, desperate kisses, hands left to wander across brushed and kneaded flesh. Cadance's plume wrapped around Foal-Bearer with her arms, while Wet Nurse's slit rubbed a wet trail up-and-down Shining's precum and saliva slicked shaft. Soon, the pair of lesbian lovers met slit-to-slit, while the stallion impaled his maid mare deep to her core.

They fucked like wild, passionate animals, without much time left to waste. Squelches and claps filled the air, which echoed around the empty chamber each time naked bodies collided. Buns were squeezed and parted, and the intertwined female symbols of the twins shimmered and mutedly hummed, their pleasures shared and thus doubled, their shameless moans a saccharine chorus.

They whimpered when sharp spanks were delivered to their asses, which made the twins clenched up wink their pussies. Wet Nurse milked the horsecock, which flared past her cervix and embedded itself there, within her slippery and slimy womb that dripped on the cock buried inside her.

Foal-Bearer's own twat burned hot from the pleasant, wet friction each time her pussylips kissed Cadance's own, and likewise their heart-shaped clits rubbed and mashed with each drive of their womanly hips. Cadance's horn lit up, and used her aura to further help stimulate her partner, pinched and pulled at her perky nipples while she probed her puckered asshole.

Inspired by her trick, Shining Armor did the same with Wet Nurse, twisted and tweaked her nipples while his aura also drove into the mare's butthole. Unable to take any more, the twins cried out and squirted all over their laps, shaken while the couple continued to mercilessly fuck them.

The couple reached across their thrones and kissed when they, too, came. Foal-bearer found herself further drenched by her queen's love, while Wet Nurse's womb and belly swelled with virile stallion semen. Fortunately, the queen always offered them her most potent contraceptive potions.

There wasn't even time left for a shower. Patted butts sent the twins back onto their feet, and Cadance wiped and washed them with a couple of spells, before they were dressed and sent back into the hallway. Of course, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse took no offense, used to this treatment since the rulers didn't want too many questions asked about what went on behind closed doors, and no one dared voice their suspicions, not even the skeptical and hot-headed Fiery Kickstart.

After that, the twins tended to their daily duties. Then, they retired to their private chambers.

Both sisters stripped naked, and cuddled up in their shared, spacious bed. With their shared sensations, they did everything together, and even hoped to marry the same stallion someday so they could settle down and never be separated. Someone who'd accept them for who they are.

Their own parents had turned them away, abandoned them, called them perverse when their cutie marks first manifested. It was their queen that saw their beauty, hand-picked them to serve her queendom, raised them up from the filth and squalor into two of her most precious prizes.

From there, they'd turned their backs on the names their parents had bestowed on them, taken up the monikers of 'Foal-Bearer' and 'Wet Nurse', surrendered to their own sensuality.

Each day passed in a peace the Crystal Empire's populace hoped would last forever...