Split Shift

As her toes broke the plane of the plane office-like doorway, everything hit Octavia like a ton of bricks. She was herself again. While she was before, she was again, Octavia, principal cellist in the Equestrian Naval Philharmonic Orchestra, a junior officer in the Equestrian Royal Navy, Ensign Octavia Melody. Yes, she had just trekked across miles and miles across an alien desert, but wasn’t she in her hotel, cuddled up in the mid-summer night? She thought back hard, squinting her sweat-tinged eyelids, back to her last night. Scratch had been there, or was she still? Octavia remembered her well, like she had just been with her minutes ago. In her memory, Octavia remembered hugging her secret-ish girlfriend from behind, her womanhood a little sore, yet warm, hot, even. But, wasn’t she here, now? Where was Vinyl Scratch? Where was her lovely new big bed she had just booked on the government's dime? Where was her alarm clock set to four thirty in the morning so she could get up and run for two miles, with abdominal and chest exercises? Where was her dress uniform, her relatively meager two ribbons already prepared for tomorrow’s quarters? Where was she, really?

Dream Control Central was where she was, so she must be dreaming, Octavia easily reasoned. It seemed so obvious, but what happened before was so real, so vivid, and she remembered it so well. Was this still a dream? It had to be. It would explain just about everything. Before she could piece together everything on her own terms, the still-sleeping musician received an abrupt interruption.

“Octavia!” Princess Celestia called out over her shoulder, springing up from the large, raised bed in the center of the room, leaving her royal sister in a giggling mess. As she ran towards her, Octavia managed to steal an observatory glance at the sights of this strange place a little more. Huge television monitors covered every wall, showing all sorts of lands and rooms and other settings Octavia couldn’t quite recognize in the instant it took her ruler to leap from across the room.

She was plucked up in a big bear hug by a half-clothed woman. Octavia hugged Celestia back, her body already feeling warmer and less solid, especially when their breasts pressed together. “Oh, I was so worried we wouldn’t make it, Tavi,” Celestia whispered in her ear, the warmest, smoothest sound she had ever heard.

Bathing in the wet kisses Celestia showered on her face, Octavia kept herself together. “Me too,” she managed, before locking Celestia’s passionate lips with her own. Octavia barely felt the floor under her when she was lowered down. She was much more focussed on Celestia’s tongue in her mouth, the hands on her back and her own hands on Celestia’s butt.

Suddenly, the taller sister pulled back, releasing Octavia wetly. She nearly fell over, wandering forward for more. “Gotcha!” Celestia laughed and led Octavia, blushing, by the hand to the circular, raised dais that was itself an enormous bed. Luna slid her pale, bare and slender legs along the sheets to make room. They were a very silky dark blue, exactly like the walls, pillars, Luna’s immodest clothing, impossibly gorgeous hair, eyes, lipstick, nails, and nearly everything else in the dim room. Octavia felt naked with her face and hair not done up for the princesses. In the past, even during her rebellious days, Octavia had always complimented her own natural features, when she desired to impress. Even if she attempted to exemplify humility through her life, Octavia was well aware of her beauty. Her girlfriend, Vinyl Scratch, recently made sure to remind her daily, as well. A little more color came to Octavia’s cheeks as she recalled vividly the last time her girlfriend had reminded her, two fingers deep inside her. “Oh my fucking goddess, Octavia, you’re SO fine!” she had said, Octavia recalled, her thick lips lifting in an embarrassed grin. That was the most recent night her real self had experienced. The Equestrian Naval Philharmonic Orchestra put on a spectacular concert in it’s home station of Canterlot, and Vinyl Scratch was of attendance, the single recipient of Octavia’s three allotted guests.

The concert, by Octavia’s standards, was above average. By Vinyl Scratch’s ear, and unbeknownst to the cellist the royal twin’s, it was the most beautiful performance that had ever been performed.

That was last night, or the same night, as Octavia was sleeping. She and Vinyl had made love, or fucked, or had sex. Now, Octavia was dreaming, sharing in an epic with her superiors. Fraternization did not even fit this scenario. There was unduly familiar relationships, and then there was this.

In the DCC now, Octavia held her hands to her shoulders and felt the pressure of being in the presence of greatness and power. Even in such a personal setting, the weight of raw, magical power Celestia and Luna combined brought forth was very physical. She thought to bow, or not? Octavia did so anyway, her knees shaking as she did so.

When Luna giggled, Octavia stood erect and shivered, her entire face, neck and shoulders cherry red. “M-my princess,” she stuttered. “I-I…” Despite herself, Octavia had flashbacks to her Officer Commissioning School, the drill instructors barking so hard spit flew forth, the visual and verbal threats at the slightest misalignment or lack of bearing.

Octavia blinked away Gunnery Sergeant Hoofman’s bulging eyes and veiny neck, gulping hard at the knob of guilt and fear in her throat. Making eye contact back then was much scarier than jumping off a cliff. When her magenta-encircled pupils met with Luna’s blues, the fear shattered like a mirror, exposing a feminine warmth. Octavia blinked, and smiled wide.

Princess Luna bit her lip and sat up on her knees, leaning forward and letting her loose blue gown hang low, letting her peek. Luna’s boobs were mosquito bites compared to her sisters, but they could easily fill a B cup bra. Octavia lifted her arms under her own bust, 34C. “Relax, miss Octavia. Or is it ‘at ease’? You’ve arrived. You won… sweetheart. Is that, right, Celestia?”

Octavia’s eyes snapped to her companion, who nodded slowly, looking Octavia up and down. She did the same to her other ruler, noting the matching pink gown Celestia wore. It hid nothing. Celestia’s hair was messy and frayed before, but now it seemed to be glowing, flowing with a gentle yet intangible breeze. It hung lower than earlier, the tri-color length nearly reached Celestia’s tight ass. Her great breasts could easily be double E’s. Each peak sported taught perfect pink nipples that poked into the upper hem of her night gown, the upper half of the circle rose above like the sun at dawn. Just like in the shower, Octavia could see every curve of Celestia, even the sexy little lines in her hips that flowed to her womanhood. She missed touching there and everywhere very much.

“You’re not relaxing, Octavia. I need you to loosen up, or else this will be a lot less fun than We have been anticipating.” Luna stood up on her knees and beckoned with a finger. “Come, let us unwind after such a perilous journey. We have a lot to discuss, and We are certain you have inquiries in abundance.”

“I, Luna,” Celestia softly added.

“Dammit!” Luna shouted, flying onto her back and throwing her fists out, laughing as she did so. “It is hard, Tia!”

“Oh, I know, baby, I know.”

Octavia focussed and forced her legs to untense, then the rest of her body. With great effort, she closed her mouth and took a step while Celestia got friendly with her sister.

Her toes touched the sheets. And then, the incestuous implications hit Octavia like a tall wave, and she froze up again. “P-Princess Celestia, and… You and Luna are…”

“Not related!” Luna shouted when Celestia pinched her sides, tickling her violently. “S-stop! S-to-op, Ce-estl-ugh!”

“Stop being so CUTE and I will!” Celestia laughed voraciously and pounced on her not-sister, burying her face in Luna’s neck.

“Stop… oh, Celestia, stop, stop, We’re serious!” Octavia bit her lip when Celestia got onto her knees, spreading her legs for leverage while also giving Octavia another reminder at her lack of underwear.

Sighing deeply, Celestia relented and laid back, closing her legs around Luna’s in a tangle. “It’s a long story, Octavia, but Luna and I are not related, blood or otherwise. I don’t want to bore you-”

“Our parents lived on a distant, advanced planet and came here five-thousand years ago, and We were born four-thousand years ago. We were raised in this land, and using Our unique powers and technology, easily dominated the beginnings of humanity. Our new homeland was founded from the nomad’s ashes of campfires, and that is why history never mentions time before Equestria, as We invented history as you know it. Celestia came from another spacecraft before Us, and she was their leader, thus older than Us, and is therefore my older ‘sister’. That word is also known as sharer of responsibility, in Our language, the original definition. Sister now means female sibling, just like a surfeit of words from before mean different things today. We think it is exceptionally interesting how one’s mouth changes the meanings of words change, over time.”

A thick silence dwelled, uneasily broken by Octavia. Ever one to take in a lot of information quickly, she stored the history lesson, which was absurd, for later. “So… the royal sisters are not related? So… this isn’t…”

“Incest?” Celestia asked flatly. “No. And Luna, remember, ‘our’ means a collective possession, not singular. Do you still understand, sweetheart?”

The sugary name hit Octavia as strangely as the first time, but it hit. “Y-yes. I understand. When you, Princess Luna, use ‘our’ or ‘we’, you are referring to yourself?”

Hiding her face under her hand, Luna nodded. She was beyond cute, the way her face turned all red, her little hand hiding her little smile. Celestia’s tall, imposing figure radiated power. Luna’s however, was more coercing, timid, manipulative, yet her humor was good, her heart pure. Perverted, Octavia easily deduced, but well-intended. The youngest by far of the three women found herself grinning despite the heavy-seeming situation she found herself in.

“Then yes. I understood your words perfectly, Princess, but I don’t know if I believe them. What about the theory of evolution? Creationism? The Big Bang-”

“The only 'ism' I care about right now is tribadism,” Celestia said aloud lightly performing the act with her sister, whom gladly smiled and reciprocated. “Are we going to write a history book or are we going to get it on? I’m so horny it hurts.”

“Ah!” Luna scoffed, grinning with a wide-open mouth. “Celestia! I can’t BELIEVE you! Saying such things…” She trailed off, giggling, wrestling mildly with her big “sis”. In the fray, Celestia rolled on top, then pulled Luna on top so that her backside was to Octavia, and pulled the blue lacy nightwear over her ass. Octavia’s pink face flooded to crimson when she saw a tight, white, young, perfectly round ass bare in front of her, legs spread, showing everything. She saw it all, every inch of censorable flesh, and she wanted it. Octavia’s hands moved on their own, and she began breathing in short, fast breaths as she realized what her body was doing. The ensign got on her knees and grabbed Luna’s great butt and pulled her cheeks apart more, bathing her holy pleasure in bright light.

Luna arched her back and let out a moan, not saying anything, yet saying everything. Octavia bit her dry lip and moved in closer. She kissed the soft, hot skin just above her ruler’s backside, then again, and proceeded to rub and lick and gently bite all over Luna’s amazing ass.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Celestia murmured. “Come on, Luna, tell us if you like it.”

“Mmmn,” the princess of the night moaned out. “Yes, I absolutely love it, Octavia.”

“I can’t see, sis,” Celestia whispered. “Tell me all about what Octavia’s doing back there. Oh my goodness, it seems like fun.”

“It is!” Luna said with a sharp inhale. “Oh… it is, Celestia, oh… Octavia, let’s continue after a quick palaver, shall we?”

Octavia tasted the tip of her right pointer finger. She savored the mouth-watering flavor of just a drop of her princess’s pussy well. “May I undress, Princesses?”

“You may,” Luna replied as she tossed aside her gown, opting to lay nude with her big sister, holding in her hands two very large, heavy breasts. Slowly, Octavia pulled on the sturdy zipper holding her eager, hot, young body inside her rubber-like, skintight, airtight suit.

“Stop!” Celestia shouted, her legs rubbing together, stirring up the silk sheets. Octavia laid her hands on her hips, her cleavage only beginning to show. “Zip it up, all the way. Make sure every seam is tight. Then turn around and show us your curves, Tavi.”

Octavia obeyed. She pulled the zipper to the top, feeling the collar constrict her neck just a bit. She surprised both princesses by dropping her reserved manner with a little grin, throwing her hips to the side and bringing them back, then gyrating as she turned. Octavia spread her legs and pushed out her butt, resting her fingertips on her strong, shapely thighs, then dipped down as far as she could. As her long, messy, black hair touched the ground, her suit pulled on her throbbing pussy lips just enough. She stood again and looked over her shoulder, feeling just how tight her ass was with her hand. Biting her tongue, Octavia grinned and gripped her right cheek hard, giving the sisters a peek. Suddenly, miss Melody was grateful for the daily 5 A.M. torture of a workout she forced herself to do.

"Yes..." she heard Luna whisper, out loud or to her sister, Octavia didn't know.

This definitely time out loud: "Take it off, Octavia. Then stand in the square on the floor to your left."

Right where Luna said, a white glowing box, no more than three feet by three, had appeared on the floor with no indication as to it's purpose. It was nearly adjacent to the raised circular platform and bed. The square was also level, the far side flush with the gentle slope and the near cut into the floor a few inches. It reminded Octavia of houses on a hill, the way the foundations cut into the ground to be level.

Finally, Octavia thought. She maintained her burlesque demeanor and unzipped her uniform slowly, her sweaty skin gasping for air as it was freed, the hot surface cooling quickly. Octavia gasped, the sensation of her sensitive bosom being cooled by her sweat intense. The horny girl, smiling a seductive smile, swung her hips as she pulled the zipper down below the perfectly snug inseam. A tiny pleasure switch in her mind closed as her hot pussy lips became exposed to the bedroom air. Celestia and Luna both breathed out little hungry moans.

“Do you like it?” Octavia asked, giggling.

Luna and Celestia nodded, sitting up in each other’s arms.

Grinning, she shed her uniform and ran her hands over her slightly sweaty skin, her body heat escaping rapidly through her wet skin. Once she felt bored with moving her hips and legs and hands around, which took a long while, she stood bare, unashamed and only slightly blushing for her bedmates. “Alright,” she whispered, smiling a little. “Are you ready to begin?”

“Oh fuck yes-”

“Wait, Luna,” Celestia interrupted, holding her sister down, a kitten’s evil and playful grin on her face. “She just walked a thousand miles and got abducted by that tentacle monster, right? I think Octavia could use a shower.”

“Oh…” Luna breathed, trailing off as Celestia kissed her on the neck, groping her body with her own. “I… I think so, too. Oct-a… Octavia-stop! Celestia, come on.”

With a little groan, the older, tanner sister relented. “Fine. Octavia,” she said, addressing her subject and partner. “Go on, stand in the square, please.”

“O-okay.” Octavia said, and obeyed. The moment her timid toes touched down inside the lit area, a gentle rainfall began from above. Octavia recoiled instinctively out of the waterfall, looking up to find it had come from nowhere. The ceiling, she finally noticed, was beyond her vision. The walls just went up forever, leaving the source of the water a mystery. She reached forward into the square with her arm and was startled by the sight she beheld: the shower emanated from the air above. It just appeared from about three overheads, no other source was apparent.

Realization washed over her like waves. At first, the simplest explanation seemed impossible, outrageous. Then, it was impossibly, exclusively the only possibility. This was the DCC, dream control central. The rumors of princess Luna being in control of dreams seemed too accurate and convenient. Where was she now, and with whom? Octavia let the impossible be reality and rinsed under the wonderfully warm water, well aware two women were watching her.

Her libido came back around as the imaginary sweat rinsed off her warm skin. Luna had magically placed shampoo at her feet, behind her, naturally, and Octavia gladly bent over for it. The ensign took her time, lathering, rinsing, repeating many times, pressing her body against conjured glass for her girlfriends, front and back. After asking permission, she even washed her womanhood, her lips and within. Never before had Octavia felt as clean as she had when she left the magical shower.

A super soft, positively plush towel found her, and next a revealing little black babydoll dress. It fit perfectly to no one’s surprise and didn’t cover anything. Luna and Celestia welcomed her into bed at last with open arms, and open legs. The silk sheets caressed her soft, hot skin just as the princesses did, their hands gently and greedily holding her curves captive in a loving embrace. Celestia pulled Octavia’s chest to hers, feeling her supple breasts with strong, sure hands. Luna snuck behind and cupped them, her hips cupping Octavia’s bottom.

The princess of the night wan in a dominant position, then the princess of the day dominated her, and finally Octavia found herself on top of the bustier, bulkier of the pair, grinding her hips into her thick ass, massaging her shoulders deeply. The trio mingled limbs and lips and locked into a complicated monster with three backs, Octavia moaning the quietest.

Some time elapsed, it was nigh impossible to say how much, and Octavia’s throbbing womanhood ceased to receive any input. “What’s going on?” she asked in a giddy whisper, the taste of both princesses drying on her lips. “Why did we stop, Celestia? Luna?” The ensign sat up and found her hosts on their knees, devious smiles on their faces.

“We wanted to start, is all, Octavia,” Luna began.