Split Shift

“Oh my god, dude, are you still talking? Why are you verbally communicating?” Tree Hugger squeezed the bridge of her nose and looked back up at the captain. “Huh? I asked a question, yo.”

“Uh...” Toru trailed off rather dumbly. It took him a minute and some unattractive faces of confused indignation to think of a reply.

Tree Hugger walked around him, stepping on his foot. She continued on to the dimmed, loud, smokey room. The four, including madam president, had been topside no less than a minute before Toru felt like justifying his actions. Never the one to admit fault, as pointless a thing now, Toru turned to his companions, but looked away in lieu of talking. Celestia fought her eyes not to roll.

“Uh, Tree?” Octavia said, following close behind the president. Celestia succeeded, with Toru last in line.

The royal senses were assaulted by a barrage of smells and sights and lights and smoke and sounds. The room to which Tree Hugger now led them was alive, dark with pulsing red and orange and violet lights, a stench akin to burning incense and rotten fruit. The moving of bodies and the pounding of bass added to the confusion. Following Octavia in a bit of a misplaced progression was made possible by her white, tight uniform, reflecting the purples and the reds vividly enough for her to be an hourglass-shaped beacon.

The celebration was quite intense, with plenty of skin and alcohol and other substances to supplement the furious music. As loud, obnoxious and vulgar as the music and people were, Celestia found the whole of the festivities appealing. If the DCC wasn’t so imperative, she would have gladly taken a night to indulge in the “American” way.

Before the princess could appreciate the party in full, the serious troupe proceeded to another room, a heavy metal door reducing the thumping bass of rap music to a pulsing hum. The four stood in a tiled, somewhat clean room with one shower and barely enough room to move with four people.

The president clapped her hands. “I figured you could all use a nice s-h-o-w-e-r,” she said flatly. “You, uh, kinda could use one,” Tree Hugger said, looking into Toru’s eyes. “Please. Alright ladies, you decide what needs doing. It’s ‘merica day, bitches, and I’m gonna go have fun. Come find me when you’re done!”

She took of for the bar without as much as a courteous brief over the shower’s inevitable fine-tuning or an invitation to the party just outside. There were, luckily, some clean-looking towels hanging on a rack, white cotton against a green tile wall. The shower in the corner of the room was a standard glass coffin and had some bottles of shampoo with soap-scum scabs around the lid.

Toru himself clapped his hands this time. “Well, if you ladies don’t mind...” he trailed off, his voice falling to a drone, an annoying clicking sound as he used as little air as possible. Celestia pulled Octavia out into the louder room and slammed the door behind her.

The second time she was blasted with lights and music and smells and sights, Celestia took it as an entirely different situation. Instead of an assault on her senses, it was an assault on her tension. She was compelled to stash her rifle somewhere and lose herself for a change. Celestia saw quite a few attractive bodies moving and dancing, but the long, black haired pink-purple-red tinted whitewash to her right was more alluring by a long shot. Then, right when the bumping rap song ended and an inebriated chorus rang out, Octavia caught her looking.

Celestia felt her face go red and looked away to the front of the room, noticing a bar and a familiar teen arguing with her citizens over what looked like tequila shots. She looked back at the ensign and saw a sly, knowing grin. The princess smiled back, despite rolling her eyes, and led Octavia by her soft hand to the bar. The touch of her companion’s skin was more welcome than she could have ever thought.

What happened next, Celestia recollected while she undressed for her turn in the shower, such a lovely change of pace from the dry desert battles, was very unexpected. She had fun. Octavia and herself never paid for a drink for roughly an hour or so. Mixed drinks, deceptively strong and sweet, evolved with roaring laughter and unprofessional jollity into shots of liquor chased with sodas and other things. Princess Celestia was even convinced to do a body shot with another woman. Her red face and cherry pink hair were almost as sexy as her tight stomach and perky, young breasts. She laughed voraciously as Celestia sucked all the tequila off her hot skin.

When Octavia brushed her hair behind her ear, it fell out of place quite often, Celestia found herself watching intently. She reasoned she would like to do it for her. Very much, the princess supposed she would enjoy that. Would Octavia, she wondered? That question followed every thought in her frantic mind as the two foreigners enjoyed a little “western hospitality”. Uniform or no, everyone was enjoying the independence day afterparty. It was well after midnight, and Celestia was feeling it. Fatigue, along with somewhere between four and eight drinks, caused Celestia to feel just a little bit off normal. And that was fine. Her normal was torture, for most. Dying of thirst, in agonizing pain, or worst of all, frustrated beyond belief. No, now Celestia was feeling good. Great. Well enough to feel anything beyond stress and pain.

Just as the princess reached for a full glass no bigger than a good strawberry, a man’s damp hand clamped down on her wrist. Had she been in normal condition, he might have gotten a boxed ear from her left hand.

“Princess,” none other than the captain said flatly. Without another word, never seeing the need to justify his unfriendly behavior nor the unfriendliness in itself, Toru snatched up the shot glass and sniffed it. Celestia noted his blond hair hung around his head messily, still dripping. Not much, but the fact that it was was indicative of deeper problems. If a grown man couldn’t dry his own hair, what else could he not do?

Celestia carefully slid off her rotating stool and stood smoothly. “Well,” she shouted over the blaring music which was considerably louder up here. “Unless you have any objections, Octavia, I believe Toru has given me the go ahead.” She waited for a second, looking her subordinate in the eye, then what happened was unbelieveable. While Toru audibly gulped down the royal shot, Octavia snuck a wink. The near twitch stopped Celestia in her tracks like a brick wall. Everything seemed to stop, like it does when an unspoken exchange occurs between two people that are interested in one another. Octavia’s shining lavender eyes, half-lidded and knowing, spoke endless speech after speech with just one flutter. The princess found herself smiling, and then the world outside the two intruded again, reality smashing into the princess like choppy waves on rocks. She hurried on, the white-pink-purple-blue-violet-red hourglass burning in her mind.

The princess advanced, blushing as she denied a pair of young adults a chance to get intimate in her bathroom. Except, she reasoned, getting intimate was too clean a phrase. President’s orders.

She locked the door behind her and double checked it, the bass pumping away loud enough to rattle the hinges a little. How these people managed to create a sound system capable of that, or do any number of things, Celestia decided to not think about.

The sonsie princess undid the clasp on her shoulder and sighed deep as a constant pressure she was completely unaware of relented, her chest finally uninhibited by her tight, visually pleasing uniform. Celestia softly moaned to herself as her uniform came completely undone, each inch of zipper releasing her body from a skin-tight tomb. It took effort to peel it off, but Celestia nearly shouted and danced with joy when she was out of that thing. She loved it, the way it hugged her hips and made her body look so slim, but it had been on for far too long. Her skin finally breathed, and she was immeasurably grateful to the president for such an opportunity. She was doubly glad to rinse off the stench of her adventures, as well.

Celestia hummed aloud while she turned the knob of the shower to the hottest setting, smiling wide as near-boiling water shot out. She dialed back the temperature and carefully stepped in.

Water soaked through her massive plume of tricolor hair, the pink-green-blue draping across her curves and flowing with her like the liquid gift sent down from above. Warmth grew and grew through her, emanating not from her scalp where the water landed but from the holy place she kept well groomed between her legs. Celestia groaned out, thinking about that body and that black, long hair and that wink, her hand sliding across her wet stomach, flat and fit and also very warm, to a surprising explosion of hair.

“Huh?” Celestia heard herself say. She looked down, expecting a very cute, trim stripe of pubic hair, but clearly saw an impressive bush, the same color of her hair. Fingers gingerly explored this forested region, finding the coarse hair stiff, unpleasant. Sitting in the corner was a big bottle, soap sum clotting around the neglected lid like crust on an unwashed whore’s lips. Celestia sighed and denied herself pleasure just long enough to cover her head and groin with a surplus of fragrant, girly shampoo.

Just when her hair was thoroughly lathered with lovely lavender suds, a gentle tapping on the glass caused the princess to nearly jump up and over the overhead lip of the shower walls. She killed the water and looked, opening the shower door in a couple of frantic, jerky movements.

Slowly, Celestia peered around the fogged glass, and let out a long sigh of relief, possibly the only person in the world she wanted to see right now was in the bathroom with her. “Octavia,” Celestia said, feeling her heart slowly calm down from it’s inhuman pace. “You nearly scared me to death. H-how did you get in? The door was locked.”

The beauty just lifted her finger, showing a single key on a ring. “Courtesy of miss president, one one-way ticket to get away from the captain.”

Celestia stepped into the doorway, smiling wide. “He’s up to no good again?”

Octavia, face red as she drank in the exposed figure of her princess, could do little more than stare. “Who are you talking about, princess?” she asked, eyes going everywhere and her mind going much, much further.

The princess stepped out into the steamy bathroom and slowly made her way to the ensign. She took the woman by her shoulders, water still dripping down her hot body, and gently brushed a long lock of greasy, dirty black hair behind her ear. “I don’t even remember.” Celestia gently cupped Octavia’s cheek and bent her neck down. The tall princess didn’t have to move far as the ensign was not short at all, her long legs and waist parts of a slender yet hourglassed figure.

The taste of Octavia’s lips was like an addicting drug. The first high was nothing short of pure magic, unbelievable pleasure and fun and euphoria, but just one quick kiss was far from enough. Celestia felt a gentle hand on her side, and found her wide hips cupped greedily, and bent her neck just slightly for another kiss, then another, bass driving through the wall like a sledgehammer.

Octavia’s body, Celestia thought, would be just as mind-numbingly desirable. The texture of her uniform on the royal hands, however, was as frustrating as a locked computer.

Right away, she popped open the clasp at Octavia’s right shoulder. “You’re welcome,” Celestia whispered into Octavia’s ear as she undid the zipper across her torso. Octavia moaned out loud as Celestia separated the latex-like material from her tender, olive skin. Removing the suit and revealing suffocated skin seemed to uncork both of them. The ensign had strong tan lines, the princess saw with an excited heart. Her dark forearms, neck, face, and legs contrasted with her whiter body. Two heavy breasts pointed out from Octavia’s chest, round yet perky, coming to a sort of peak as hard nipples pointed out. Celestia pushed her palm into Octavia’s right breast, biting her lip as the heat pressed right back.

A pleasured little sound escaped her lips, her bronzed, strong, calloused fingertips dug into Celestia’s leg. The princess took her friend’s hand and moved it up and back, gasping lightly as her full, round ass was groped hard. She thrusted her hips forward instinctively with the bass, pressing her warm, dripping wet pussy into Octavia’s leg, hair and all. She blushed hard and shivered at the sudden sensation. Princess Celestia, a quivering, horny bitch. She laughed at the thought internally.

“Come on, princess,” Octavia said, taking the initiative to kiss her princess’s collarbone. When Celestia felt her soft tongue there, she nearly collapsed. “I really could use a shower.”

The princess collected herself and backed off enough to enjoy the view. “Yes, yes we could. I’ve still got shampoo in my hair, I swear I do the silliest things sometimes.”

“Oh, I’m a silly thing now?” Octavia tossed over her shoulder as she stepped into the glass coffin.

Celestia scoffed instead of rolling her eyes. No words needed, she hurried to follow.

Octavia set the temperature to a little cooler than Celestia wished, but she would adjust. She wiped away some of the aged crust on the shampoo bottle (Mane ‘N Tail, lavender scented) and lathered an abundance into Octavia’s hair. Standing front to back, Celestia’s great breasts squished just slightly, the princess enjoyed massaging Octavia’s scalp almost as much as her subordinate did. Lather, rinse, grope, moan, repeat.

Octavia did the same for Celetia, but opted to face her, reaching down once eye-stinging suds stopped flowing from her princess’s hair, so long and soft, and fragrant. A little more shampoo in hand, they must have used a great deal of the bottle by now, Octavia stared Celestia down as she cupped her royal genitalia. Celestia flinched when her middle finger just barely caressed her labia below, but held still as her forest above that was lathered up well. The royal pussy grew warmer and warmer as her hair softened, hanging wetly down from her pubis.

What happened next surprised Celestia, but she didn’t move or flinch. Octavia brushed all the soap away and looked up to her princess as she got on her knees, water covering her head in torrents. She stuck out her tongue and spread Celestia’s hot lips with two deft fingers. Unable to resist, Celestia closed her eyes and rested her hand on Octavia’s head, her silky black hair caught in her fingers as the loyal ensign’s head bobbed back and forth, up and down, finding both their favorite places to go. Her tongue was so good, or Celestia was so horny, that she forgot herself and began grinding her hips, humping Octavia’s pretty face in ecstasy. Likely both.

“Ah!” Celestia shouted as Octavia’s long finger dove deep, deep into her vagina. It twisted around once before she took it out. The void of sensory input drove Celestia to curiosity, which led her to look down and find Octavia, one eye covered with wet hair and the other looking back, her long finger all the way in her mouth, lips curled around and cheeks caved in.

The black haired beauty gulped down what must taste like heaven, then put her finger and another into Celestia. She knew what she was doing, and what she was doing was fantastic. Celestia rewarded her with a little bit hotter water.

It was seconds before Celestia’s knees began to shake, and her hips and her entire body shortly after. She couldn’t speak, but she hardly needed to. Octavia stood tall on her knees and helped to support her princess by using her free hand, draping her princess’s leg over her shoulder and pushing her back to the glass. Celestia rested her face on the cold, cold glass and breathed deeply, moaning out as loud as she could. The pane vibrated with every long, hard bass tone. It was a body massage, nearly.

When she came, Princess Celestia came hard, her orgasm long, and thorough, and sharp as a tack. Her screams were loud and full, her cunt spasms were strong like her streams of girlcum that mixed with the water in her subject’s hair. The few glimpses she could manage revealed her loyal ensign loved to catch it on her face as much as she loved to swallow. Such a willing partner, Celestia thought when she came down.

Celestia asked if she could breathe before they switch places, and Octavia happily, humbly agreed. When her own wind returned, as difficult as it was in the hot, humid cubicle, Celestia simply advanced on her partner, whose slick, sexy body was covered with suds. She groped and massaged Octavia for a short time before her hands traveled where they wanted. Her back again to the princess, Octavia turned her head and kissed Celestia, one leg held up, her pussy lips invaded by loving fingers. Celestia’s palm ran over the soft stripe of hair again and again until her wrist tired of the awkward angle. Unsure how to make Octavia moan best, and afraid to use the same tactic and be boring, she kept her partner facing the same direction as she got down on her knees.

“Oh my fucking god,” Octavia moaned out, her whole body going tense. Celestia couldn’t contain another giggle as she spread the fine, hot pussy in front of her. She loved being eye-level with her subject’s tight, firm ass, using her free hand to molest it while she worked the lips below. Octavia braced herself with her arm against the wall, hissing and sighing and breathing in quick, whiny breaths, moaning and groaning and shouting and shrieking without end. Content to be quiet in diplomacy as well as combat, Octavia was another sexy creature when her clothes were off, and Celestia thoroughly loved both sides of this coin.

While pausing to rest her wrist and sample her subject’s taste, Celestia answered Octavia’s confused groan with a sharp slap, not too hard. The princess sat back and watched the skin turn from pale beige to a lovely olive-pink, enjoying Octavia’s voice as she complained.

“Oh, relax,” Celestia calmly replied. “That was only about ten percent, love. If you don’t want more, just say so.”

Even though she hesitated, Octavia said no. Licking her lips, Celestia complied, groping her ass hard as a compromise. She was transfixed on it. Tight, firm, yet nice and big and round. It was as if the junior officer worked hard to get it this way, deliberately spending extra time on her slappable ass. A newfound appreciation for her ensign took root in Celestia.

Slowly and carefully at first, Celestia dipped her two fingers of her right hand into the dripping wet lips of her companion, stroking back and forth, feeling her entrance but not diving in yet. Celestia teased and played for a little bit, tickling the hard little hot clit, but she couldn’t deny herself the joy of feeling Octavia’s tight walls for long. Slowly, Celestia pushed one finger deep into Octavia’s twat, getting the best moan she had ever heard. She pumped a few times, then found two fingers to be far better. Celestia picked up the pace, eventually making Octavia softly scream with three fingers, four just too much for speed. No, Octavia loved three fingers best.

A long while after finding the right rhythm and pace, Celestia stopped and buried her face in Octavia’s twat again, so thirsty. The scent was maddeningly erotic; Celestia found her own box getting hot again. She sucked on Octavia’s clit and pushed her face in, her nose hitting some fleshy bridge, protecting her from accidentally slipping too far up her backside. Celestia bobbed her head up and down, moving to bury her tongue deep into Octavia’s lips and taste her hot, hot heat. When she inhaled, Celestia received more of an earthen, fermented scent than she anticipated. She reeled and replaced her tongue quickly with two fingers, blindly hoping to make Octavia never realize what happened.

To Celestia’s horror, that didn’t exactly happen, and her fingers slipped over the wrong side of that lovely flesh bridge that separated sex from mess.

“WOAH!” Octavia screamed, jumping so far she nearly humped the wall. Celestia sat back fearfully.

An apologetic smile crept over her face the instant Octavia looked back with a look of shock and something else. Celestia just turned her head a little, grinning suggestively. Octavia dismissed whatever she meant.

“Sorry,” Celestia said with a chuckle. “Honest mistake, in the heat of things. But, while we’re stopped, go ahead and get on your nice butt.”

Accommodating for space, and grateful no more words were fired, Celestia slid out of the way so Octavia could sit down. With a huge grin, Celestia got down between Octavia’s legs, spreading hers wide so she could fit in the modest shower space. “You’re going to love this so much,” Celestia moaned out, inhaling Octavia’s sweet pussy. She bent her head down and licked her spread lips, the hot pink hidden beneath her light-olive lips, so thick and sensitive, Celestia was sure Octavia could, and liked to think she would, get off on her own very often. The thought of Octavia hiding beneath some big tree in a park somewhere, masturbating vigorously to whatever thought, and cumming while stifling her passionate moans by biting her finger, it got Celestia all kinds of hot.

Celestia moved forward with her masterful plan and lifted up her shower sharer by her wide hips, getting a surprised shout in response. Draping Octavia’s slick, hot, long, strong legs over her shoulders, Celestia immediately buried her face in her partner’s snatch. Octavia had to prop herself up on her shoulders some, but there were no plans to remain in this position for long.

With furious, burning passion, Celestia tonguefucked and clitsucked for a few minutes, the water only growing hotter and Octavia only growing louder. When a good bit of lost ground had been made up, Celestia stood tall on her knees and righted her back, feeling her vertebrae align and her muscles stretch. Octavia protested with harder moans, words seeming too tough. When Celestia heard that, she was content to move on.

Carefully, the princess laid Octavia down on the tiled deck and crawled over her body, a huge bounty of pussy juice in her mouth, just for sharing. She laid on her, both pairs of tits pressing into each other, and put her lips to Octavia’s, letting her drool and girlcum mix go in a lax of passion. The pair tongue wrestled, Celestia letting Octavia dominate her in her overheated state. Celestia remembered herself, and lowered her hips, spreading her legs wide and groaning louder as her groin muscles stretched. When their lower lips touched, Celestia broke the kiss, or maybe it was Octavia, it was tough to say who. A duet of harmonizing feminine moans sang out, a thumping bass almost like an ethereal heartbeat, vibrating through everything. The princess lifted and dropped her hips again, the hard, penetrating rumbling making Octavia’s hard clit twitch and flick her own.

When Octavia grabbed Celestia’s backside, the princess didn’t flinch. She melted, pushing her hips down into her companion’s, grinding and pressing her slit into the beautiful black-haired woman. Celestia was surprised yet willing when she found herself suddenly on her back, legs intertwined with Octavia’s, pussy lips coming in contact again.

“Oh goodness, yes,” she moaned out, propping herself up on her arms and pushing back into Octavia. They struggled at first, fighting to find a balance, but struck a magical equilibrium of force on force. The great reverberations were doubled suddenly, as if their length as one fucking beast doubled the reception, their spines one antenna. The sundering pleasure that she and Octavia created rocked her, the royal legs trembling nearly as much as her companion’s. Things picked up so quick, and Octavia’s little circles became spastic trembles, which evolved into shouting, shaking, vibrating, mind-numbing orgasm. Celestia heard her moans and felt the same fire burn in her, her sensitive lips receiving just as much pleasure as her subordinate's, and it felt so mind-numbingly good. She had had her orgasms before, but Celestia’s peak was long and rolling, and hardly climactic. Like a plateau, her pleasure was high, but not explosive, no release, just the thigh-twitching, toe curling euphoric buildup.

Octavia screamed out as loud as she could, her shrieks of pleasure piercing through the deep, thudding, prodding bass. The princess felt water spurt against her lips, her hard, hot, tingling clit getting hosed with Octavia’s hot girlcum. She tried hard to press back against Octavia’s spasming thrusts, lifting her ass in the air and attempting to wrangle her down to the tile and sit on her like an off-balance washing machine. It was nearly impossible in both of their compromised states, but Celestia found a way to sit up and ride Octavia like she was a sex toy.

Even with her ideal position, Celestia couldn’t cum. She was so high, so close to finishing, but her rising action reached no peak, and even while Octavia squirming under her felt good, she was falling like a rock again.

Defeated, Celestia carefully got up, her legs sore some. She let Octavia come around on her own, then gladly kissed and hugged and stroked her hair when she stood again. Celestia loved the touch of her skin so much, the intimacy worth the denial she just experienced. Still, it would have been so nice to cum again.

“How was it?” Octavia said, whispered. “Did we both, you know...”

Celestia grabbed Octavia’s full, tight ass with both hands and pulled her roughly, using her arms to squeeze her tight. The princess craned her neck back, her clit still so warm and her sensitive breasts pressing into her partner’s. The bass stopped and started, louder and harder, disrupting the flow of water. “I got very close the second time, but not quite.”

She gasped, leaning back against Celestia’s embrace. “My-my princess, I’m so sor-”

Suddenly, their lips met, Celestia giving an executive order to shut up and not spoil this. Octavia understood and complied without a word, yet softly moaned as her hands reached up and touched about Celestia’s wet hair and face. The royal tongue slid into Octavia’s mouth, finding more weight in her arms as her lover’s knees buckled a little. Celestia, however, didn’t feel weak. A force unseen, a feeling like a second wind during a race grew through her body. Not a lustful resurgence but a whole energy revival, like she had slept and eaten a well rounded, large meal. It took more effort to not push Octavia against the wall and take her again than it took to hold her up.

Just when the lustful urge to dominate Octavia, smack her ass until she screamed for mercy grew to be unbearable, she stood on her own and pushed off, breathing roughly.

“Princess,” she whispered, parting the royal bangs as lukewarm, and chilling, water draped it over her face. “Do you feel that? Us? Like coffee kicking in, right?”

Celestia nodded. “I feel it,” she said. “Do you think it’s the nanos inside? You brought your generator inside here?”

Her partner nodded, the sweetest smile growing, her thick lips parting to reveal a shining white smile, perfect beyond compare. Celestia was grateful she had ran her tongue across the symmetric beauty of Octavia’s teeth, tongue, and every space between.

“Are we done then?” Celestia sighed, cranking the knob hard to boiling and getting no noticeable change.

Octavia nodded again. “I’m not sure what was more wonderful: the soap or the sex.”

What would have normally warranted a roll of the eyes received a happy smirk and a gentle caress of the cheek. “Both were lovely,” Celestia agreed. “We should definitely indulge again. In both, if possible. I...” she trailed off, a giant smile refusing to leave. “I just don’t want to leave.”

The next long, gentle, moaning, intrusive kiss was initiated by the bewitching Octavia. At last, Celestia halted another trip to the tiled deck with her hand turning off the water, but that didn’t stop the kiss.

They stumbled out of the shower into the fogged bathroom, Celestia backpedaling and finding the toilet. She sat down, panting hard, Octavia in the same heated condition on her lap. She smiled wide, laughed, and ground her hips around a little.

“Would you like to watch me towel off, princess?” Octavia whispered. Gladly, Celestia said.

Her companion sauntered to the towel rack opposite her princess, swinging her wide hips and bending over slowly to pick up one plush blue towel. Octavia inhaled as she dragged her fingers over her ass, standing up straight as she did. When the blue towel hung between her legs, Celestia could see her pussy contrasted against it, her pink-tan lips still very wet and very tight, yet a little puffy. Celestia wanted to kiss and suck on them very much.

Octavia took up her lush black hair in the towel, expertly wrapping it up. She walked back to Celestia and immediately began to bend over in front of her, presenting her tight ass and her pussy, just visible through her cheeks.

“Wanna go again?” she whispered. “We’ll be quick, I’m sure no one’s in a hurry anyway.” Octavia’s silken chocolate voice made both of Celestia’s lips water. She had no choice now.

Celestia reached out and grabbed Octavia’s ass, squeezing it hard and getting a vocal response from her partner, revealing both of her wet holes. With her other hand, Celestia touched herself, biting her lip as she felt Octavia up and looked over her exposed goods, not a hair in sight. With her left hand busy between her legs, flicking her hard, throbbing clit, Celestia gently stroked her two fingers along the little flesh-bridge between Octavia’s watered little pucker and her hot, dripping pussy lips, so fucking pristine she doubted they had just done what they did.

Throughout her many, many years, Celestia had played with anal, but never really deliberately penetrated another person’s asshole. Right now, she felt very inclined to just touch Octavia’s exit-only, just to see what would happen. With a sigh, Celestia gave up trying to reason why she wanted to and followed through. Carefully, and with a little pussy-play to warm up and wet up, Celestia took her first finger, her other hand now furiously masturbating, and just lightly danced around the anus. Octavia didn’t protest, only looked back, a mix of shock and confusion on her face.

“Celestia...” she said, her arms shaking as they clasped her knees for support.

The princess stood quickly and gave her pussy-juice drenched fingers to Octavia, muting her. “Just, just bear with me,” Celestia said in an intense quiet. “I don’t know why, but just let me have this, Octavia.”

When Octavia’s eyes looked up and met hers, Celestia knew she could do anything and get away with it. That look said more than she thought any could. With mouth agape, Celestia sat down heavily on the warm seat and spread her legs wide, her pussy burning. She slipped in two fingers and did her hardest and fastest and her best. She licked her dirty finger and was surprised not to find much taste at all, after the shower. Celestia moaned and spat on her finger, then stuck it to Octavia’s asshole again. Slowly, her fingertip penetrated, the rim puckering around her. Octavia made a sound like a moan and relaxed, arching and unarching her back. Celestia saw in her peripheral that she was pinching her nipples.

Past the nail, things turned very hot very quickly. A wetness and a heat nearly sucked her in, but Celestia, her two middle fingers on her left hand pumping furiously, carefully and slowly penetrated, pulling back against the suction as much as pushing forward. Before she knew it her whole finger was inside Octavia’s ass, a sight she didn’t expect to get off on. It was so filthy, but it still made Celestia’s knees twitch and her toes curl. She wondered what it must feel like.

Celetia watched her knuckle come out, then pushed it back in, biting her lip as Octavia winced. “Does that hurt?” she asked. Octavia nodded and bit her lip, looking back with the sexiest eyes in existence.

“Mm hmm, but I kinda like it,” Octavia whined. She sighed deep and began playing with her wet clit. Celestia’s knees began to twitch as she furiously pumped her fingers in and out of her own dripping cunt. Suddenly, she pushed her finger in all the way again, groaning with her love partner as she pushed back. Celestia caved first, her shoulders coming forward as she doubled over in pleasure and pulled her finger out. Gasping, Octavia jumped forward as her majesty’s knuckles caused her asshole to open on its way out.

Eager to continue, Octavia looked back over her shoulder to her princess, stooping over a little more and spreading her ass wide. “Princess,” she began. “If I may be so bold, could we... follow my lead?”

Her eyes transfixed to the little brown eye between her subject’s legs, now exposed and wet and begging for penetration, Celestia smiled. “Very well.”

“Okay, just go ahead and, uh, put it in. Slowly. I’ll move and,” she stopped, voice shaking more than her legs. “Just... you’ll figure it out.” Celestia smiled wide, all four of her fingers pressing into her own clitoris as she gently prodded and teased Octavia’s asshole. It went in in sudden phases, small chunks of time separating each knuckle that slipped in, ending with an awkward attempt to bury the whole digit in in spite of the rest of the fingers getting in the way. Celestia attempted to dip them into Octavia’s wet cunt, but she could only manage to stretch her ring and pinkie fingers that far, and it was hardly comfortable. Octavia smiled idly while she tried, though, grinning as she bore the discomfort. She began masturbating right as Celestia took her fingers away.

The sexy ensign arched her back and sat down against Celestia’s hand, a dirty smile growing from ear to ear as Celestia pushed against her. She leaned back harder, nearly putting all her weight on her princess’s hand, then stood up more, sighing as her leader’s finger slid all the way out. They did it again, Celestia’s finger slipping in well and pushing hard against her anus, then coming out wetly. They built a slow, heavy rhythm, a thudding sound forming as Celestia gently stuck Octavia’s ass over and over again. Somewhere in the dirty mix of things, Celestia had moved her leg between her partner’s and she sat, her dripping wet cunt pressing heavily down into her thigh. Octavia nearly screamed in joy. They went faster, Octavia’s back curved more than ever, her chin perpendicular to the floor and her pelvis parallel.

It took much begging and pleading, but Celestia was convinced to use two fingers, then three, but they had to stop at two: it was just too much too soon. She was convinced to use only one finger after a little bit of this furious fucking; Octavia was complaining of the pain. Still, Celestia was so turned on by the raunchiness of this position, a hot, slimy twat grinding up and down her leg while she stuck Octavia’s back door with a ravenous pace. Celestia found her skin more slick and hot as they went on and on, moaning more and more.

Several times, Octavia slipped off, and they had to stop to adjust after the fourth time, but the pair quickly reached one screaming, gushing, intimate orgasm each, both within a few seconds of each other. When Celestia’s eyes came back to focus what was in front of her, Her lap was a wet mess and her companion was the same on the tiled deck, her back contorted in the last pangs of her whole-body orgasm.

Finding her balance, Celestia gingerly helped Octavia to her feet, holding her close as they stood together. Celestia wanted another quick shower.

“C-Celestia...” she moaned, her shoulders, knees, hips, everything shaking mildly. “I c-can’t-”

BANG BANG BANG! Three loud knocks on the door. “Can’t they find a different bathroom?” Celestia hissed. She sat Octavia on the commode, wrapped her up tight in the dry blanket, and stole the remaining one holding her hair for herself.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! Celestia wrapped her torso and wiped her hands before she grabbed the deadbolt latch, carefully standing behind it, ready to shoulder it closed if need be.

She looked back to Octavia, who seemed to be recovering, still shuddering slightly in a sexy way with her back straight and her palm on her forehead, then down to her clean, filthy fingers. The princess gulped, gripping the latch and handle hard, harder than she thought she could. She hardly felt tired, not anymore. “Who is it?” she shouted with a steady, strong voice that betrayed her fluttering heart and surging adrenaline. The thudding, droning bass was no longer there, at least for the moment. How long had it been gone?

“Ya mutha!” Celestia sighed out loud. “Open up, girls, I gotta race like a pee horse!”

Celestia undid the latch and opened the door, still coiled and ready to close it, needlessly, it seemed. Tree Hugger was alone. When she entered however, heading for the toilet right away, stains all over her tight-fitting white blouse, she stopped in her tracks. The president stopped in her tracks and sniffed the air, a knowing grin spreading on her face. Octavia didn’t lift her head. She didn’t need to.

Tree Hugger opened her mouth to say something, but when her eyes met Celestia’s face, she just smirked, hardly needing to. Instead, she rolled her eyes and said: “I do gotta pee though. Rode hard and put away wet has a whole new meaning when you get out of the shower. Jeez, did you break her?”

Octavia chuckled. “Maybe...” she mumbled with effort. “Only a little.” She forced herself to stand, smiling as Celestia caught her and her towel, denying Tree Hugger a cheap glance.

“Sorry,” she whispered to her as they held each close. “Let’s just get dressed quickly, okay? Think you can stand, sweetie?” The pet name was sincere, if not accidental.

When Octavia took a deep breath and pause, then nodded, Celestia let her go, ignoring the sigh of relief from the president. She warranted that this was possibly the most uncouth meeting of leaders the world had ever seen. Well, her world, she reasoned.

Doing her best to occupy her presidentship, Celestia turned and blocked her eager peeking at Octavia with her own body. The thick green towel was barely enough to protect her own modesty. “Mada-”

“Hey, princess,” Tree Hugger interrupted, swinging her feet on her porcelain throne. “You know why the music stopped?”

“Not a clue, madam. Should I care?” The princess opted not to turn around.

“Heh, if you care about Tony’s face not getting punched in, you might. That guy,” she paused to flush and pull up her shorts. “That fucking guy, oh my fuckin god, that guy spilled like, a lot of beer on the power strip half the speakers and the amps were wired out of. It’s not like we can run down to the god damn store, you know.! It could be DAYS before one of the wizards fixes it, gadammed electricians. I came in here to avoid the commotion. I had to pee, too.”

“Yes, I got that,” she said, grateful to watch Octavia zipper up her suit. “Are you sure it wasn’t an accident?” He’s rather good at making those, she thought to herself.

Washing her hands, thankfully, Tree Hugger said over her shoulder: “Like that matters? He killed the lights downstairs on ‘accident’. The damage is done up here, too.”

“True, true,” Celestia said after a sad sigh. She was uplifted right up by a tap on her shoulder. She gave Octavia a kiss, touching her shoulder and feeling her still twitching the slightest bit. To her even greater delight, Celestia beamed when Octavia gave her a smart little smile. She was so soft spoken, so subtle, the emotion in her small gestures came across magnified. “So,” Celestia said to Tree Hugger without breaking away from her recovering companion. “Is there a mob or what?”

“You bet your sweet MILF ass there is.” A twinge of petty pride and resent flew through the princess’s mind. “That guy couldn’t talk his way out of a greasy paper bag if you gave him a script. I guess. He’s shitty, you know what I mean.”

“I don’t know how he got to captain, honestly,” Octavia whispered as Celestia picked up her uniform, reluctant to drop her towel.

Celestia turned, uniform hanging like a dead fish in her hand, and gestured at Tree Hugger for some privacy. The president, however, dug her heels in by crossing her arms and leaning against the stainless steel sink. Princess was outranked by president, apparently, and Celestia dropped her towel, receiving a pair of hungry eyes and sly grin as applause.

Getting back into her uniform, which had only aired out a little bit, was very tough with wet skin. Her legs and feet and thighs and ass caught on the latex-like material, but once her feet were through and her ankles were hugged tight by the suit, Celestia just had to enwrap herself. Despite telling herself she was indifferent to it, she was uncomfortable under Tree Hugger’s watchful, hungry eyes. Yet at the same time, she was obviously a little grateful for them. The way her backside was lifted by her suit caused a little heat to go to Celestia’s face, holding in the desire to be touched and touch her companion.

Pushing those thoughts away was easy enough now that her lust was somewhat sated. Still, her crotch flooded with warm blood and Celestia was sure a third round would not be unwanted.

“Awrite awrite awrite,” President Tree Hugger said in an exaggerated drawl. “Now that the finest ladies are all suited up and ready to do some steppin’, why don’t we git? I’m sure your pal would appreciate the backup.” Tree Hugger turned around and stuck her little ass in the air, scooting back to a beatbox striptease. Octavia giggled.

With a little stretching, Octavia gave a big thumbs up, holding her rifle and Toru’s scrapped one, eager to proceed. Celestia tugged her boots all the way on and sighed one last time, smiling as she looked into Octavia’s pretty purple eyes. The feeling of finally having her, not conquering as much as mutually giving intimacy, was sublime.

With no pomp or caution, Tree Hugger cut short the sweet moment by throwing open the door. She leaned back and walked out, completely owning a lit, empty dance hall. There was a man on stage sleeping in a puddle of his own spit, Monty, Celestia remembered. In a pair of chairs at a table in the corner slept two other partiers, one male and one female, no doubt overzealous and now sleeping like babies. No person left was over thirty. In the opposite corner, near the bar, was a set of double doors. Tree Hugger led them this way, a heavy beat playing so loud in her head it came out her mouth in spitty hums and beats. There was shouting on the other side of the door, louder and louder as they slowly walked up.

Celestia was still getting used to her suit again, so she was glad they weren’t going fast. She was hardly in a hurry to reclaim Toru from angry clutches. His body could wait as long as it needed to, for all Celestia cared.

Again with feeling, Tree Hugger threw open a set of double doors with a metal “CLACK”, loud enough to turn every head and stop every conversation. The hot, damp midnight (or later) air was thick with tension, a herd of ten or so angry Americans huddled around something, their haughty conversations abruptly halted by hers truly.

Celestia gripped her weapon tight, scanning the crowd. Everyone turned to them, eyes going wide, but they weren’t struck with fear. They all seemed to be drunk, or at least every single person had a drink in hand. The older folks had obviously drunk themselves to bed earlier, as the crowd here was youthful, barely adults in some cases. Celestia was sure Tree Hugger wasn’t the youngest. “What the piss is up out here?!” Tree Hugger shouted.

Silence. “I asked you a question, people! Our very important peoples here have to get their move-along on, and we can’t be holding them up any longer.”

Celestia held her weapon low, but tight. The crowd was quiet, but tense. They kept their eyes on her, mostly, but also her companion. Some, thinking they were hidden by bodies, dropped their hands to their belts, an obvious sign that they were armed. The princess’s heart beat faster, her adrenaline starting up again.

People shuffled slowly, and Celestia saw a dull glint of black gunmetal. These people still resorted to powder-projectile weapons, likely all they had. Very loud, very messy, and extremely lethal. The air was thick, but the princess had a job to do.

“Toru!” she shouted. “Are you out here?”

The people shifted, reluctantly turning heads where the captain was. A short pause, then “Princess!” he called, the captain’s voice groggy and slurred. A few people scoffed. “Princess, I, here I am! I can’t tell, guh, tell you how happy I am to hear your voice.” He scrambled to his feet, pushing past people as he scuffed his boots on the concrete.

Celestia felt sicker after seeing him. His blond hair wet with something other than water, she hoped it was beer, and his uniform was stained with all sorts of colors in a deep triangle around his chest. Her own suit splotched with mud along her lower legs, she was unsure how it could get stained. It was waterproof.

“My princess,” Toru mumbled, shuffling forward from the crowd. What Celestia saw made her grip her rifle tight. There was blood on his head, streaming down in rivulets from minor cuts, but there were also all sorts of bruises and scrapes on his unshaven face.

She didn’t catch him when he fell at her feet, alcohol strong on his breath. They hadn’t been busy in the bathroom for that long, Celestia reasoned while clenching her teeth. How much did he drink? Could a senior officer not be trusted in public anymore?

Octavia stepped forward and helped him up. It was obvious he was absolutely hammered. He wasn’t walking anywhere on his own power for some time. When he burped in her face, Octavia nearly dropped him out of disgust, gagging at the revolting stench.

Seeing him in this state, representing her own nation so poorly, and gaining so much hatred in such little time made the royal blood boil. “Captain!” she shouted with authority. “Why are you falling over, covered in your own puke?! Please, give some explanation. Why you are acting in a manner unbecoming of an officer and a gentlemen in a foreign nation?!” Celestia was nauseous with pure rage and the smell of toxic fumes emanating from the drunken spacer.

“B-ugh… Princess, what happened was…” he trailed off, tears choking his voice, his body nearly limp in Octavia’s unwanting embrace. She looked up, but Celestia was far too furious to acknowledge her unfortunate position.

“What happened, captain? PRAY TELL, something OUTSIDE of your control occurred, in no manner of your own doing, that made you become such a victim of circumstance. Enlighten me, make me see the truth! You,” she said, pointing to a fairly harmless female in the crowd. “Can YOU fill in the gaps my subordinate cannot?”

With a shrug, a rub of her arm, she answered. “Well, miss um… princess,” she started. “He was drinking and drinking, liquor, I think it was tequila. Anyway, he was hitting on Amanda pretty hard, so she shoved him when he got too close-”

“HE GRABBED HER ASS!” a male member of the group shouted.

Celestia kept her gaze on the little woman, her twig-like frame and tight clothing quite pretty. “And, I guess he threw up on an outlet or a power strip or something.”

Nods and “yeah”’s floated up from the congregation, little burps and sobs from the captain. “Well, Toru, is that truthful?”

“They sp-ucked my drink,” he murmured, pathetically trying to get a foot under himself. Octavia cursed lowly and laid him down. Celestia did not object.

“Sounds ‘bout right,” Tree Hugger added softly. “I say ducktape him to the flagpole and put old fry grease on him. Mosquitos love that stuff.”

As revoltingly right as that punishment felt to Celestia, no jail time, no wasting resources on holding a drunk captive and feeding him, she couldn’t let that happen. “With all due respect, madam president,” she began. “He… I hate to say this, but he’s with us. I will compensate whatever property he damaged and we can work something out about the booze and harassment, but we need to leave as soon as-”

“No!” a woman cried out, her voice shrill and piercing. “Leave now!”

Everything fell silent as she stepped forward. The voice’s owner emerged from the crowd, a hand cannon the size of her head trembling in her grasp. The barrel, shaking and pointed right at Celestia’s head, was as long as Celestia’s forearm. Her dark blue sweatshirt was drenched in some bodily fluid, acrid and chunky and yellowish. White crusts on the outside flaked off in weird patterns, and her jeans were not spared, either. Her full frame was still quite thin, strong, she was likely under twenty years of age.

“Go, go now. Leave, or your blood will flow. There are bodies buried here, and yours will be with them if you do not leave!”

“Calm down!” Tree Hugger screamed at her, waving her arms frantically “So he hurked on you, chill! I know it’s gross, Amand-”

“This man is EVIL! He’s VILE!” Her shrieks hurt Celestia’s ears, yet the leather she held was still shaking. It must weigh a lot. “He and his kind do not belong here, they do not belong! Get out now, before I send your souls and his to the DCC!”

A support in her chest broke and Celestia’s heart sank. This woman was either crazy or Toru had done more bad in his time here. “I don’t understand,” she began calmly, seeing no calm in her new foe’s pretty blue eyes. “We’re tourists, coming through on our journey! Let us go, and we will walk to the DCC ourselves, madam! Listen-”

“Go, then! There are other worlds than these!”

Everything seemed to stop except the wavering muzzle of her large weapon. Everyone else openly brandished their steel now, too, though her piece of metal was the only one directed with intent.

“We will, right now,” Octavia said flatly. “Farewell, America. Thank you for your kindness. Our companion is yours to punish.” With that, she abandoned Toru, turning her back on him. Celestia, surprised and shocked as ever, could think of no reason to dispute, nor could she muster the words if she had.

A small handful Americans passed Toru and continued with their president and guests to the perimeter. The rest, Celestia tuned them out, her gut wrenching up in disgust at him and her mind blocking out what horrible things were his fate. Whatever untold horrors he committed, let him pay the price. Otherwise, it just felt like the thing to do. Certainly not right, but not really wrong; just was. It felt certain.

Celestia thought over this as she and Octavia were escorted to the edge of the swamp, the muggy early morning air surprisingly chilly. When they reached the perimeter, the arid landscape continued on from beyond some dirty little trees as if the swamp never was there. The humidity was obviously lower, too.

“Bye bye! Thanks for not murdering everyone!” Tree Hugger shouted, hugging Celestia close. The princess felt blood flush her face when Tree Hugger’s teenage face smushed into her adult bust, but there was hardly any point in teaching manners to the president now. Celestia bore it, pushing Tree Hugger away gently the first chance she could; her whole body ached less now, but it still ached.

Princess Celestia, one foot on the red dirt and another in the American swamp, waved to her and the remaining Americans, a final farewell as grimy music crackled from the “boombox” one older, particularly hairy man carried. Most were inside, too busy with fleshen priorities or hangover collecting. A dozen or stood outside in a loose group near the president, none too familiar to Celestia.

“What?” came from someone.

“Idun fuckin know,” someone else replied. Celestia felt that her crew’s valiant efforts would not be remembered. This whole affair would likely be paved over come the next election. Independence day was a bigger event that a visit from the princess, apparently. The drinking had been rather competitive, after all.

Octavia shook Tree Hugger’s hand professionally, but was sucked into another quasi-lewd embrace anyway. When Celestia met eyes with Octavia (for what must have been the thousandth time today) the rush of blood came back. The way her ensign’s face turned red was too cute, and Tree Hugger’s guiltless, perverted fervor was admirable in a somewhat honorless way. True, Celestia did desire to bury her face in Octavia’s full breasts, but she would never in front of a watching crowd, nonetheless just do it.

Looking away, the heated princess blew air through her teeth. It was hardly fair, what Tree Hugger could get away with. There was no point, they were leaving now. Toru got a half-assed handshake goodbye. Needless to say, he was quite miffed, yet what leg did he have to stand on? He contributed absolutely nothing to the progression of the troupe thus far, aside from being another body to fire at back when the gun demon had slung, and repeatedly hindered their progress and image. In fact, Tree Hugger orated straight from Celestia’s mouth, he had a detrimental position. “Annoying, ugly, useless sack of shit,” was the words she had used. The princess was sure more tact was to be applied if her self were to dole out the tongue lashing, but it wasn’t her’s to give, not now. He was no longer part of the quest, so he may as well not exist.

Celestia’s canteen had been replaced with a new, full one, and the DCC was one cliff closer than yesterday. Celestia thanked the stars as they were escorted to the perimeter that they could at last continue. How soon would she would finally have some clue as to what they were doing? The princess hoped it wouldn’t be long.

Celestia turned to Octavia to discuss the new miniature isotopic radiation actuated and grounded electromagnet as Toru returned, two escorts with two big guns holding him up, and dealt some words to the president. The princess decided to ignore them for now, even if it was hard. She tossed some new name ideas out, brainstormed about a new possible casing, and mostly gushed with Octavia about the insane do-it-yourself look the mechanism had.

A normal PIAR is what it looked like, and that’s what it was, with a strange attachment instead of a barrel. It looked rather like some alternative weapon, like a grenade launcher, but a close look would clearly reveal it to be a redirection of the muzzle, like piping. The whole contraption made the weapon off balance, but that was hardly an issue, as obviously it was no longer a weapon. It couldn’t fire. If the PIAR did discharge, it would render the device inoperable, and the bots would lose power, and Celestia did not think about the rest.

The princess opted to carry it like a satchel, protecting the delicate, yet heavy, sterling generator and magnet with a faux-leather briefcase just big enough for the device. With the additions, the PIAR’s new weight was more than triple the original. The ensign respectfully, and unrelentingly, insisted upon carrying it herself, but Celestia’s mind was made up. She understood, however, that she would be willing to open negotiations after hours of hiking.

“How can yugh say that?!” Toru nearly shouted with hostility, breaking their little palaver. “I was fuhgun knogged the fuck out! BAM! Howud I be expectud to do anythin after that?! That hurt, ya know.”

A finger and a thumb squeezed the bridge of Octavia’s nose, yet she did not turn around. Celestia placed a knowing hand on her companion’s shoulder. She pulled her in without thinking, and was compelled to whisper in her ear. “It’s okay,” she said, not thinking of what or why she was. “We’ll figure out something.”

Equally unexpected, yet equally welcome, was an embrace from her subordinate. Celestia held her breath, her heart skipping a beat and then taking off as Octavia’s long, black hair brushed her cheek. The princess smiled, glad the captain was facing away, and returned the little hug. She placed her hand on Octavia’s head and held her close.

Tree Hugger’s furious rebuttal seemed harsh, but it faded as Celestia’s eyes closed, absorbing the joy and relief that flooded her body. The small of Octavia’s back was right where her hand belonged, Celestia’s shoulder the exact place where Octavia’s lovely head should rest. Everything seemed in place, even if the party was possibly miles and miles from its destination. The flush came back some more when Octavia’s gentle, warm breath brushed her ear; it was just a sigh, but Celestia couldn’t help but enjoy the way it made her chest rise and fall against her own.

“Maybe,” Celestia barely whispered. “Just, maybe... we could sneak in some, uh, girl time, if-”

“What was that?” Octavia asked, slipping out of Celestia’s longing arms.

The princess swallowed a baseball sized lump in her throat, but her heart still thundered in her chest. She hoped no one else could hear it frantically thud away. “I, it was... nothing, Octavia. Don’t worry about it.”

Octavia turned quickly, spinning Celestia back into reality. The ensign turned around just as the princess focused her eyes beyond the beauty in front of her face, and gave a wink.

It was there, she was sure of it, Octavia just winked! Had she heard what she said?

When Celestia turned her head back to the regrettable captain and the underage president, her uplifted heart crashed to the bottom of her chest again. His fist was raised and coming down fast, yet slow, as time again seemed to crawl. Toru brought his heavy arm down quick, and it connected. Tree Hugger screamed, and Toru fell. Celestia flinched, her eyes shutting, but not quick enough to miss the dynamic gore of a giant explosion, then half of Toru’s head come off the other in a red-white-pink frappe. Celestia heard his heavy body hit the mud with a splash.

She opened her eyes to see her first real stain: a long red streak created by an angular skull fragment as it slipped down her lower leg. The princess lifted her rifle with her eyes, followed shortly by her ensign. She saw the woman from before, her pretty hooded sweatshirt still disgustingly stained, her handgun shaking more than ever.

“G-go. N-n-n-ow,” she whimpered. “Go!”

The pair went, leaving Toru’s closed-casket corpse behind.