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"A quiet night, is it not?"
Princess Luna's words hung in an air already rife with tension for reasons other than the abnormally vacant Night Court. For one, the Moon Princess herself was perched upon the extravagant throne with a mischievous grin and half-lidded eyes. Such a countenance would make the hair on the back of anypony's neck stand on end. Even her two personal bat-pony guards in attendance, Doom and Gloom, were stunned by the utter flirtatiousness in her mannerisms. They watched as a levitated teacup was sipped from slowly and deliberately, behind which she would strategically hide her coy expression. Furthermore, she was decidedly bare, her obligatory shoes, crest, and crown nowhere to be found.
Luna's relatively rhetorical question had been her only utterance since ordering to lock the throne room doors. That was some minutes ago, at a time when the Court should have officially convened.
Princess Luna was not stupid and neither were Doom and Gloom. How could a proper court session commence if entry was barred?
Why, it would not, Luna mused to herself.
Tonight's dignitaries would be stopped by a phalanx of Celestia's guard posted at one of the castle's outer gates, headed by the Solar Princess's personal assistant Raven. The bespectacled mare would pass along the unfortunate news that Her Majesty the Princess of the Moon had taken ill for the evening.
And so the aforementioned Lunar Princess sat on her royal tush, her eyes darting between the twin stallions posted at the main door at the far side of the chamber. She inwardly praised their dedication, considering their predicament. Indeed, amongst the subtle rustling when Luna would shift against the velveteen cushion of her seat, occasionally the stare-down would be intercepted by a stray grunt or whimper from one of the guards. They were presently incapacitated, in a sense. Yes, aside from the unorthodox command to seal the doors, Luna was busy observing with great pleasure the effects of one other curious demand she had made that very morning.
Luna sighed in contented victory. How she loved her ever so obedient, steadfast, and kinky followers. Only they would salute to such an order as, "You are forbidden to void your bladders until I command you to."
On Doom and Gloom - professional would not have been the word to describe the pair in their current state. Fangs dug into bottom lips in concentration, back legs squeezed together shakily, rumps bounced impatiently. Occasionally one or the other would whine and meet their princess's intense gaze for any sign of relenting.
The look of absolute humiliation in their slitted eyes sent a joyous shiver down Luna's back. If she was not mistaken, the two stallions were quite candidly taking part in what was colloquially known as the "potty dance."
And she loved watching every second of it.
Luna blinked her unfinished tea out of existence with the flash of her horn. She rapped at the gilded platform to her side with a hoof.
"Doom? Gloom?" Luna called out. The guards perked up immediately.
". . . Step forward, my little ponies."
Without a second to lose, they made their way over to the throne albeit rather stiffly to avoid losing it all over the throne room floor. As the pair walked up the red carpet leading up to the moon princess's nest, they neared the decorative symmetrical fountains which flowed on either side of the throne's triple-tiered construct. It took all their physical and mental power not to be inspired by the soft pitter-patter of the miniature waterfalls as they approached.
The bat-ponies bowed their heads in reverence. Luna tapped the throne again to rouse their attention.
"With me."
The twins stepped up to level of the throne. The margins were normally reserved for Luna herself if she happened to be attending one of Celestia's court rulings. Gloom glanced nervously at his brother, who seemed to be captivated by some detail about the pillow Luna sat upon. Namely, the dark wet spot. Gloom gulped louder than he wished to.
"Sit," Luna said simply, her snout upturned and her eyes peering down at the two subservient males. They kept to her left and right, awkwardly sitting down on their haunches and trying to focus on an immaterial point off in the distance. Their eased posture made them forget about their emergency for but a moment. They frantically pressed their front hooves to their sheathes in an effort to stay the flow which threatened to burst forth. The unflared heads of their shafts were already poking out instinctively in preparation for that base urge that had been held back all day. Luna took notice of their peeking bits with a sideways take and hummed in approval.
"Disrobe," Luna commanded deftly. Doom and Gloom, veiny bat wings wilted in submission, untied their armor with practiced but shaky movements. Breastplates and helmets clattered onto the floor unceremoniously. The two shivered, now aware of some bothersome draft which tickled at their spines in a very unhelpful way. Luna held back a delighted whinny. Every little detail was falling into place now.
Luna eventually cleared her throat after she had her fill of watching over the shuddering, whimpering bunch.
"There, there, my dears," she hissed, "sweet relief is moments away. Your compliance thus far has been splendid. You need only follow our directions for a . . . wee bit longer, and we shall grant you your catharsis." She eagerly ran her tongue over her teeth at that.
Princess Luna lied back against the plush cushion of the throne. She kicked her back legs out in front of her in a casual pose.
"Now then, come and be with your beloved Princess," she asserted with those confident bedroom eyes.
Doom was the first to move in, clutching to her side and straddling his leg around hers. Gloom tentatively followed suit, mimicking the former's maneuvers but this time going so far as to tuck his muzzle into the confines of Luna's inviting neck. Luna rewarded his ambition with a quick lap of her tongue at his ear, which twitched in response.
The twins were no strangers to the Lunar Princess's touch. Many a night the two had lain with her in her bed, bodies spent from serving her every carnal desire. Tonight, however, was the first time they would be entering into more fetishistic territory. The notion that such fantasies pervaded her mind at all made them jumpy.
Luna smirked, her forehooves caressing her guards' backs soothingly. She cooed with their every nervous tremor against her. She nickered whenever one of their legs would kick out as they struggled to keep their bladders in check. Despite all that, she could tell that her own body heat was helping them to relax which was exactly what she wanted.
"So helpless . . . " Luna drawled. One of her hooves slowly trailed down her form to cup at the intensifying heat of her loins. Doom and Gloom continued to gawk at each other, realizing that their Mistress was masturbating to their crisis.
Gloom blanched as his inner thigh contacted something warm and wet streaked across his Mistress's coat. Fearing he had somehow had an accident like some newborn foal, he glanced down nervously, only to determine the liquid in question was a bit too sticky to be urine. Indeed, the Princess made no effort to conceal her drooling lower lips, the surrounding fur already smeared with her arousal by her hoof which danced in playful circles across her winking clit.
"F-Forgive me, Your Majesty," Doom spoke up, "I don't think I can hold on much long-!"
Luna silenced Doom's groans with her lips. Their tongues swirled against one another in a sloppy, slobbery mess. Luna parted from the kiss panting, pressing her forehead to his. She embraced him with a hoof, his half-hard member squishing into her ribs.
"It is time then," she murmured. "Nurse that ache deep within. Let thine nectar flow without restraint! Bless our venerated throne with your golden mark!"
With those words he had been waiting for so long to hear, Doom finally let go.
"L-Lunaaaahaaa-!"
The stallion unleashed his stream all over his Princess, her midnight coat darkening and matting instantly in great swaths of musky piddle. The force of his tidal blast was so immense that every pony present startled at the first resounding splash of his urine against her cutie mark. Doom was so enamored by his release that he did not even bother to aim, his member virtually hosing down Luna from the neck and below.
Meanwhile, Luna herself was in ecstasy, the sight and sensations of his salty champagne sluice all over her body driving her right into the throes of orgasm. Her hoof mashed into her cunny with abandon, not caring that it was being continually marinated in his stream. She bounced in place, her plot rhythmically squashing into the waterlogged pillow with each splatter of her love juices.
Coming down from her high, Luna collapsed against the throne with a heave. She watched Doom push out the final squirts of his bladder onto her belly. She stretched, extending her wings to feel each feather dripping in his "accident."
"Divine," she cooed. She tilted her head at Gloom, who was still clutching his hooves to his crotch, holding on until the bitter end.
"Gloom? Why do you hesitate?"
"My Lady . . . your forgiveness please," he stammered, his face aglow, "but my body will not cooperate, even though it pains me so."
Luna's heart melted as she watched him tear up. She quickly hugged him to her, planting small kisses upon his cheek.
"Shhh. Do not be afraid," she said in a motherly tone. She looked him in the eyes.
"You will only be pissing upon the seat of power my sister and I have ruled from for millennia."
The two glared at one another for an instant before succumbing to the giggles. Even Doom joined in and soon they were all laughing heartily.
"Thou only wishest mine throne were made of porcelain," Luna giggled in faux old Equestrian. She prodded Gloom in his side.
"Princess, the teasing is not helping," Gloom mumbled with a pout, poking at his maleness which was shamelessly hardening. In reply, Luna spun him around and set him upon her lap, his back to her chest. Gloom shivered at the cooling wetness of his own sibling's pee seeping into his coat.
"Relax, my little pony. I am here for you. Just let things take their course," she purred into his ear. Her lithe forelegs clutched around his midsection firmly as if he were an oversized plush toy.
Gloom closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. He concentrated on his Princess's heartbeat against him, which was surprisingly steady in spite of the debauchery which had just taken place. He could feel her rest her chin upon his shoulder, sense her ogling him between his legs for the first sprinkle. His brother was also at his side, rubbing at his hip encouragingly.
Both Gloom and Luna's collective breath caught in their throats once it finally came. Weak at first, Gloom's cock began painting his front a dull amber, the splash-back sending warm droplets left and right. Luna carefully took hold of his cock with her magic and aimed it forward. Now fully relaxed, he let loose completely in a beautiful golden arc which rained all over the throne room floor. Luna piloted his rod left and right, staining the carpeting and leaving puddles all across the previously immaculate marble tiling. Gloom arched his back, letting Luna dictate his flow.
Finally the stream died down. Gloom opened his eyes, blushing hard at seeing what he had done to the once majestic throne room. He felt his member hardening against his barrel. Even more embarrassing was the feeling of Doom's sizable piece brushing against his side, insistently humping against his soft fur. Was watching him pee that arousing?
Princess Luna was back to hoofing herself off again. Sensing a change in the atmosphere, Gloom took hold of his shaft in both hooves and palpated the throbbing flesh. The three ponies squirmed and moaned, lost in the heady, musky scent of their mire.
Luna reluctantly stopped her ministrations and slipped out from under Gloom.
"Before we...conclude," she panted, "I have one final command for you. Doom, Gloom - on the lower step. In supplication."
Doom and Gloom eyed each other confusingly but followed her direction. They came down one level and bowed to their dripping, drooling Princess in the classic formation. They peered up for confirmation. Luna shook her head and motioned with a hoof.
"No no, closer together. I will be unable to get it all over you both if you are too far apart."
The twin bat-ponies blushed, shuffling together until their hips bumped. They looked up to see Luna spun around, legs spread wide, presenting her shapely rear with her starry tail flagged. Her clit winked at them enticingly. A certain familiar tingle had to be dealt with.
"Watch your eyes," Luna said huskily.
Doom and Gloom gasped as their backs were inundated with the Moon Princess's hot spray. The yellow arc collided with their outstretched bat wings, resulting in a violent geyser that exploded everywhere like a miniature volcano. The brothers ducked in their heads and shut their eyes. Their hooves were a blur upon their turgid stallionhoods as they bathed in their Mistress's ether straight from the source. Below them the ponies' combined fluids from over the course of the night had pooled to such a degree that it had begun to flow down the individual rows, essentially transforming the throne into a piss fountain.
"Ahh! Ahh!" Princess Luna wailed, her hoof flicking over her pleasure-button frantically. Her legs convulsed as she rode out her second orgasm of the evening, sending one last gush of mare fluids right onto her subjects' manes. The twins, ever synchronized, also reached their climaxes as they shot thick globs of semen across their bellies and onto the acrid ground.
The group, drenched from head to hoof, crumpled into a pile where they had stood.
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"Please Your Highness, with all due respect, I must humbly request that you do not go in there."
"Raven, your little embargo ends here. I cannot catch a wink of sleep with all this hearsay coming to my door about another coup attempt. Please step aside."
A very sleepy Princess Celestia confronted her very own personal planner and rightful assistant Raven in front of the secured throne room doors. As Celestia had stated, she had been trying to rest when she had been buried in countless scrolls sent to her chambers from angry Canterlot elites, who stressed that she "settle her petty squabbles with her sibling" or else they would "press charges." When she came stomping down to find out what in Equestria was happening at Night Court, she found Raven wide awake and attempting to head her off.
"Raven, I am not going to repeat myself." Celestia ground her teeth through her scowl.
"V-Very well Princess," Raven stuttered, "but . . . you may witness some rather disturbing-"
She was interrupted by the clash of the double doors' bolts sliding out of place as Celestia magicked open the entrance.
Celestia's spiritless visage never once faltered as she surveyed the havoc within. It appeared that her younger sister Luna was nude and cuddled up to her bodyguards, who were equally nude, on the floor. All parties, as well as the carpeting, the throne, and some of the tapestries were showered with an anomalous liquid. The stink of ammonia was unmistakable.
Slowly Celestia pressed her hoof to her face.
"Not again," she lamented.
"Princess?" Raven hesitated.
"Oh, Mother protect us . . ."
Celestia walked off, looking even more tired than before. She turned back to Raven briefly.
"Just make sure it's clean by morning."