In The Days Before The Upheaval

In the locker rooms stationed inside the Crystal Palace, dozens of crystal mare maids prepared themselves for the day ahead, each one hand-picked by Queen Cadance herself for their beauty. Each of them stripped and bathed in a routine manner, before they would put on their uniforms and perform their duties. Water hissed from the nozzles and slid down the drains, while steam filled the air, which washed over the supple, nude, crystalline mares whose wet curves shimmered.

Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse moved into the sea of female bodies, also naked and with bounces of their own assets, their nipples perky. The sisters soaped each other up and soothed out any trace of grime from their lathered-up skin. Some of their peers looked upon them with envy, aware that the queen herself favored them, yet the twins remained cordial with their would-be rivals.

The twins wet down their manes and tails, smoothed over their curvature. Again, each sister fantasized about the fabled 'Three Swords', gallant stallions that most mares in the Crystal Empire dreamed about, since they were known for their confidence and bravery. They touched themselves and each other a little more than necessary while they bathed, soft moans swallowed up by the noise around them whenever a nipple was 'accidentally' traced or pinched in a heated moment.

Foal-Bearer yelped when a palm spanked her wide ass and took a firm squeeze of her coral pink cheek. “You have a really nice ass~,” teased a fellow bather with a coy smile.

“Ocellus! You surprised us,” said Wet Nurse, as both sisters rubbed their buns.

“Sorry about that! But I couldn't resist,” said Ocellus, a mysterious crystal mare that no one seemed to know much about. Only that Cadance had found and welcomed her into the fold, too. She was lean and petite, shy and soft-spoken when she'd first arrived, until she'd opened up.

“At least you're friendlier than most of our peers,” noted Foal-Bearer.

“Jealousy is a poison chalice I don't intend to drink from,” replied Ocellus. “Every mare here has her own charms! That's why our queen selected us! We're meant to be pinnacles of beauty!”

Wet Nurse blushed. “I wouldn't mind if one of the 'Three Swords' made me their trophy~.”

“I doubt that will happen,” said Foal-Bearer in a more even manner. “Sir Shining Armor is far above our station, married to the most lovely mare in the land. Thunder Storm, too, has a beautiful wife and children of his own. And Fiery Kickstart, well, he's not exactly the approachable sort.”

Her more buxom twin perked up. “So you mean there's a chance...?”

“An incredibly slim one I suppose,” tittered the elder, more wider-hipped sister. “Oh, but excuse us, Ocellus. It's nice to see you, as always. We're so busy these days we have little time for chit-chat.”

Ocellus said, “That's why I came to see you two! We have another full day ahead!”

The three of them bathed with the other maids while they talked, but whenever the twins pressed Ocellus for any information about her past, she either evaded the questions or offered thin, typical responses, like she was no different from any common mare. Which the twins found difficult to believe, with her exotic appearance. Finally, the waters were shut off as they left the shower.

First, they towled themselves down in the locker rooms, then the maids started to slip into their underwear and uniforms, which conformed well to their curves. They doused themselves in spritzes of perfume, applied a touch of make up, then daintily marched out to begin their tasks.

Ocellus walked as far as she could before they parted. “I'll see you two later!” She planted a kiss on both of their cheeks, then hummed and skipped away to undertake her own business.

“Eccentric mare,” murmured Foal-Bearer. “But she has her own charms.”

“Uh-huh. She's really nice!” Wet Nurse beamed. “So, what's first on the checklist?”

Foal-Bearer swallowed hard while her sister peered over her shoulder at the list. “The military barracks. It seems there's a chance we will encounter one of the 'Three Swords', after all.”

Of course, they'd met them before, albeit briefly. All of them were very busy too, in charge of the Crystal Empire's military, and the training of the next generation of heroes. They'd lost many soldiers in their quest to take this land from its former, tyrannical ruler King Sombra, the dark sorcerer and warrior eventually cornered and slain in a trap by the 'Three Swords'.

Some wondered if Sombra was truly dead, but Thunder Storm claimed he'd beheaded the conqueror himself. The history books told of his cruelty, as Sombra had smashed all resistance, the stallions brainwashed by helmets permanently sealed to their faces, made into soulless weapons turned on their former comrades, who hesitated to slay them. While the mares were taken for his own, forced to bear his bastard heirs, who he raised as his own wicked, relentless army of soldiers.

Yet for whatever reason, he'd never been able to father a daughter, no matter how many times he'd tried. Even his experimentation with alchemy and the dark arts provided him with no fruit.

Not that it mattered with him deceased. The current rulers refused to be haunted by his specter.

His many sons had also been slain to the last in the final conflict, like the fanatics they were. Sombra had made certain they couldn't be taken alive, implanted with enchantments that reduced them to horrific husks, were they either captured or in rare cases, attempted to surrender.

It was a dark time for everyone. One which they all wanted to forget. Yet even with the tyrant fallen, peace wasn't destined to last. Another threat had quickly taken his place, insect-like ponies which burrowed up from their hives hidden deep within the earth, led by Queen Chrysalis.

Guards and troopers the twins passed in the mess hall smiled at and flirted with them, yet they dared not act untoward by the sisters so prized by their queen. Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse returned their smiles and curtsied while they made their rounds and helped the other maids clean up after the troopers, most of them men, but occasionally another mare had chosen to take up arms.

Chatter and the clatter of dishes filled their ears, the aromas of fresh meals their nostrils, while the troops played with cards, rolled dice, arm-wrestled. Morale was at an all-time high in this peacetime, the troops mostly deployed to break up small skirmishes around the borders.

Foal-Bearer smiled thinly with half-lidded eyes over her shoulder when she bent down to collect a fallen fork, a flash of her satin scarlet panties visible to the stallions at a table behind her. Likewise, Wet Nurse tilted forward to collect plates, and her breasts swayed and nearly toppled out of her top. They rewarded the men with a tease, before they returned to their work in the cafeteria.

Again, surrounded by so many attractive stallions, Wet Nurse's mind wandered and drifted into wild fantasies. That the sisters, while they cleaned the boys' locker rooms, would be trapped there, surrounded, their costumes and underwear stripped away while they were firmly manhandled...

A wet wink pulled part of her panties into her sex. She shifted with a blush, and Foal-Bearer did the same, as she felt her twin's heated arousal spread across her puffy vulva. They hurried to complete their tasks here, excused themselves, and slipped into the currently empty locker room.

“Ouch,” said Foal-Bearer, as her twin pulled the moist front of her panties out of her taut slit.

“S-sorry! I got a little carried away! You know what a daydreamer I am!” Wet Nurse giggled nervously, as they then started to clean this place up before the boys returned. Bemused by the jock straps and dirty magazines they found, the twins nonetheless acted professionally, everything returned to their proper places intact. By the hour's end, they'd left the interior near spotless.

It was the best they could do until further renovations, the area well-used in the last war.

“Whoo! I'm pooped.” Wet Nurse plopped her butt down on a bench cool to her pressed down buttcheeks, and used a silk napkin to wide the sweat from her brow. “Can we take a tea break?”

“Not quite yet,” admonished Foal-Bearer. “It's not quite noon yet.”

“A shame.” Wet Nurse rose and smoothed down her pleated skirt. “Guess we should-” The two of them turned when they heard the echo of boot steps and heels. Ocellus entered, and close behind her strode in Fiery Kickstart, the orange-furred pegasus tall and well-built, with a spacious plume to match he kept pinned to his back. A flame-like short mane topped his skull, his snout drawn into a line, his face partially marked by a thin burn scar. “O-oh! We didn't expect company so soon!”

The twins bowed in reverence to the 'Third Sword'. He chuckled, arms crossed over his uniform.

“At ease, ladies.” He cast them a warm smile. “I'm sure my harsh reputation proceeds me, but I assure you, it's simply to prepare my men for whatever troubles are ahead. I care as much for Equestria as my fellow Swords. After all, we're sworn to the protection and service of our queen.”

Wet Nurse exhaled, her hands cupped before her. “How can we help you, sir?”

Foal-Bearer offered, “Perhaps we can polish your boots and armor?”

Ocellus snickered. “How about you polish his 'sword' instead?” The twins fully face-flushed at the implications, and Fiery chuckled harder and relaxed his posture with a shake of his head.

“Excuse her innuendo. I don't intend to take advantage of my position,” explained the military commander. “We simply met on my way down the hall, and she asked me to escort her here.”

“I'm serious,” said Ocellus. “Wet Nuse has the craziest crush on you!”

Wet Nurse squeaked and stared at her heels. “W-well...maybe a little, sir. But I'm well-aware that compared to you, I'm simply a common maid, beneath your attention.”

“Don't be so humble,” he replied. “There's a reason the queen favors you two.”

Foal-Bearer nodded. “We do exist to serve the Crystal Empire, however we can. That includes...recreational purposes, should that be requested.” She'd taken a step forward, and cautiously caressed his muscled chest hidden by his medal decorated uniform. “Don't worry, we're not promised to anyone. The queen herself says to obey you and Thunder Storm, too.”

“Thunder Storm. Hmph.” He snorted. “Tell me, what do you two want?”

“W-we...wouldn't mind,” whispered Wet Nurse with another aroused, wet wink, her knees shaky.

“Do with us what you will,” offered Foal-Bearer, trained to be concubines in tandem, their bodies submitted in service to the Crystal Empire. Of course, no common stallion was allowed to touch them by Cadance's decree, but someone ranked like Fiery Kickstart was another matter.

Fiery looked to Ocellus. “You had this in mind the moment we bumped into each other, huh?”

“Heehee. Maybe,” she replied coyly with a bat of her eyelashes. “Of course, I'm here for you, too. I peeked in on today's schedule! Thunder Storm is on a march with the troops, so we should have a couple hours to ourselves before they head back! There won't be a better time!”

Fiery stroked his chin and considered it. “I really shouldn't. It's a betrayal of discipline-”

“You need to relax too,” offered Ocellus, who pressed her slender physique into his bulkier musculature. “We'll help you blow off some steam, reset you for the next battle! Believe me, stud, once we've relaxed you, you'll be even more formidable! Just let us try!”

“Heh. Why not.” He settled onto a bench, while Ocellus started to unbutton his shirt. Gradually, his chiseled muscles were revealed, until she slid his top past his plume. Now bare-chested, she then started to unbuckle his belt while the twins removed each thick boot. Fiery kept himself in tip-top shape, the bulkiest of the 'Three Swords, without a visible trace of fat on his cut physique.

Soon, his pants were pulled down, and his flaccid cock flopped loose.

“An impressive size,” noted Foal-Bearer as she studied his tool.

“Wait until it's hard,” he teased back, as the three mares started to stroke him. Slowly, his tool expanded and raised to full erectness, a match for Shining Armor's size, but perhaps even thicker.

“Just like I imagined it,” murmured Wet Nurse, who practically drooled as she stared. Carefully, she planted the first tentative kiss on the tip, tasted the flavor of his precum drip onto her tongue.

“Hardly seems fair that he's the only one who's naked,” noted Ocellus. “Let's lose the uniforms!”

Foal-Bearer nodded. “I'm sure this will be quite messy, and such stains would be almost impossible to remove.” The trio of mares lifted their outfits, and put them aside, down to their underwear. These, too, were stripped a piece at a time, bras unfastened, and panties slid off.

He stared down upon their exposed forms and nodded in satisfaction. “Suck it,” he commanded.

“Ooh~! So dominant,” said Wet Nurse with a flutter of lashes as the three mares beset his presented horsecock. Tongues danced and met around his shaft while they traced up-and-down his length, slurped up the thin stream of precum that leaked out. His fingers danced into their manes, applied a bit of pressure when Wet Nurse took his flared tip into her luscious lips first.

She bobbed her head, stared into gaze with a blush while she sucked him off. Already, the twins started to release a series of wet winks, and Ocellus too felt her own inflamed cunt clench.

Eventually, Wet Nurse decided not to be so selfish, no matter how often she'd fantasized of this, and allowed Foal-Bearer and Ocellus to take turns with him, too. While one mare moved to service the head of his dick, the other two continued to kiss and lick his shaft and testicles.

He throbbed in their mouths. Felt his balls churn with a need to release he restrained. Occasionally, he'd toy with their titties, tweak or flick their nipples, made them moan around his tool with a pleasant vibration. “Good mares,” he hissed, his hold firmer onto Foal-Bearer's scalp.

His muscled hips started to move with small, powerful humps when he swabbed Foal-Bearer''s throat. Lucky for her, she and her sister had become well-accustomed to such sizes, and she barely choked a moment when he delivered a particularly fast, harsh thrust balls deep inside her mouth.

Fists tightened in her mane when he picked up speed, and became a blur when he skullfucked her. The corner of her eyes and Wet Nurse's watered a little, but she took his entirety without complaint, like the submissive maid in service of her commander's comfort they were meant to be. She drooled down his shaft, a mixture of saliva and his precum dropped onto ther bouncy tits.

Wet Nurse looked on in envy while she and Ocellus continued to suckle his balls, thankful she could at least experience his dominant treatment secondhand, as the twin mares' cutie marks shimmered in resonance. Instinctively, the sisters snaked their hands down to rub their slits with audible moist schlicks, with Ocellus already ahead of them as she played with herself like mad.

Fiery snarled while his horsecock impaled her throat. “Grrr~-! So close! Take it all over your faces, bitches!” He'd rapidly withdrawn from Foal-Bearer's lips, still tethered to his dick with threads of mixed saliva and precum when his tip flared wider and wildly pulsed. Dense cumshots rained all over their faces and titties when he took aim, dick in hand, marked as much as he could of them with his seed. Ropes of virile, hot cum shot all over their features, their eyes forced to close from a barrage.

They inhaled his masculine musk. Ocellus came first, drenched the floor before her. The twins squirted moments later in tandem, shaken while they continued to stroke each other's slimy snatches. For a moment, the four of them were tapped out and took a spell to recover.

Glazed in his spunk, Wet Nurse licked her lips with a smack. “There's still plenty of time! Please, sir, let us tend to you further!” She'd started to rub his slick, half-erect member, and squealed happily when he scooped her up, a firm hand under her butt when he placed her on his lap.

“You first,” he offered as he spread and kneaded her buttcheeks. “Then, the other two.” Soon, Wet Nurse lost herself to pleasure when he manhandled her and dicked her down. She mewled and writhed on him, Foal-Bearer struck by the same lusts and bliss as her sister was furiously taken.

Wet Nurse found herself flipped atop her twin, breast-to-breast as Foal-Bearer was draped across a bench, and their nipples brushed and rubbed each time Fiery clapped Nurse's cheeks. At the same time, Ocellus pressed into Fiery's side, and mashed her snout to his while he rutted the mare.

Then, he withdrew his cock from Wet Nurse, who whimpered and waved her butt at him, and she squeaked with Foal-Bearer when he drove his fleshy sword into her pussy instead. Foal-Bearer coiled her limbs around her sister, their breasts mashed when the two of them made out and were fucked.

“Save some for me,” reminded Ocellus with a wink.

He harshly slapped Ocellus on the ass, who yelped and tittered. By the time it was over, he'd creamed all three of them, the mares sweaty and contented while they heaved with him. “Got to hurry back,” he decided as he pulled on his pants. “But we'll do some more of this another time! Thanks for the pick me up, sweethearts!” He planted soft, affectionate pats on their butts, threw on the rest of his clothes, then rushed out to deal with the other duties they'd distracted him from.

“He's so dreamy~,” murmured Wet Nurse sleepily.

“But always in a hurry,” noted Foal-Bearer. “No wonder he's so pent up.”

Ocellus said, “Let's use the boys' showers while they're away!” The sisters stumbled to their feet, pleasantly sore, and followed the third maid into the shower stalls. Quickly, they lathered up, washed, rinsed, toweled down, then slipped back into their uniforms and cleaned up any trace of evidence they'd been there before they left. Afterward, they resumed their daily chores.

One-by-one, the checklist was marked off. The trio beamed with pride by the end.