> Services Rendered to the Crown
>  by Reykan
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> For the Sake of Their Race
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	It was worse than an ingrown feather. The idea simply would not leave the weather mare alone. Why did they help the Breezies? Sure they were doing a good deed, sending the little things on their way and such, but certainly there had to be more to it, especially with how much of a pain it was to deal with them. For hours the pegasus wrestled with the frustrating thought, rolling it around in her brain even as she made minced hay out of the rogue Everfree clouds attempting to throw off the local weather schedule. Why did they help, what did the Breezies do for ponies?
Just as she was clocking out for the day she snorted in frustration. She had to talk to Twilight about this. The egghead was sure to have an idea of why. Quick as a flash she punched out and launched out of the office, opting for the cloud-office's window rather than waiting for the long line going in and out the door. She was the captain of the weather team, it wasn't that big of a deal. Before long the rainbow streak was in sight of the library.
'Perfect, she left a window open!' She thought, smiling as she tucked in her legs. Most pegasi would gawk at the idea of such an obstacle, but not Rainbow 'Danger' Dash! Just shy of the window, it was enveloped in a purple aura, and she heard her friends voice from within.

"Spike, I told you to close the window!" The unicorn yelled, before the window was slammed shut.

Rainbow only had enough time to flair her wings in shock, desperately trying to pull up before she hit the window with a loud bang.





In the library a young alicorn mare continued reading the latest delivery from Canterlot. Oh, she'd put it out on the floor soon enough, but there was no way she was going to risk somepony damaging a perfectly good book before she managed to read it. A slight breeze nearly made her lose her page, causing her to sigh in irritation.

"Spike, I told you to close the windows!" She said, lighting her horn and slamming the window shut. Her ears perked up, the sound of a pony yelling 'no no no no!' reaching her moments before a loud crack. Twilight rolled her eyes, catching the stunned mare in her magic and opening the window, floating the pegasus inside even as she retrieved her first aid kit, conveniently located right under that window.

"How many times do I have to tell you to use the door, Dash?" She lectured the rainbow maned mare.

The pegasus' eyes were crossed for a few moments as the impact wore off before she shook her head to dispel the mental sluggishness.
"No time, Twi. I gotta know, why do we help the Breezies?"

Twilight blinked, a few cotton swabs and rubbing alcohol floating just shy of Dash's bleeding nose. "Well, first of all because it's the right thing to do. Second, and I'm sure you'll be happy to hear this, that same question also occurred to me. You see I found it odd how the breezies seemed so certain that we'd help them, and it turns out it's actually a royal edict." The alicorn walked down from her personal study area to the main room of the library, the pegasus flitting along behind her.
"It's right here, Equestrian Interspecies Edicts. According to this, the Breezies were guaranteed the aid of equestrian ponies nearly seven hundred years ago, after a particularly nasty wind storm blew them off course. Princess Celestia promised them aid in exchange for services rendered to the crown."

"What does that mean? What do they actually do?" Rainbow asked, brows furrowed in confusion. "I mean, as far as I know, there's not much a little Breezie can do that Princess Celestia of all ponies can't."

"I'm not certain, Dash. This is Princess Celestia we're talking about here, though. It must be very important to the well-being of Equestria if she's willing to promise that kind of aid."



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"Breezie delegation here to convene with the Princess." a guard announced, his booming voice causing Drafty to wince and splay his ears against his head. Drafty was in awe of the ponies' gigantic buildings, it being his first time in Canterlot. It was the first time for many of them, but there also plenty who had done this before, enough to walk the newbies through whatever they were here to do. Oddly enough, the veterans refused to say what it was, citing it being part of the surprise. The group had been brought into the castle on the tailwind of a particularly large pegasus, the guard stopping for a moment before the gilded doors to the throne room. The humongous doors parted, the shifting air currents actually sucking him and his fellow Breezies into the throne room. It was hard to make out at first, but as his group got closer, his jaw dropped at the largest pony he'd ever seen. She was huge! Drafty would swear it was like looking at a giant, why, she could probably inhale several of them if they came too close! What in the world were they here to do?

"Oh, wonderful! You're just in time." The giant boomed out. "Everything is prepared. Just give me a few moments, Strike will lead you to the proper chambers." 
Gesturing to the same pegasus that had helped them get this far. The mare watched as the breezies once more fell into his backdraft, the slow moving stallion pulling the small cloud of breezies along easily. After a few moments, they were led into a large room, the guard staying outside while ushering them in. As the last breezie floated in, he closed the door. Those who'd been there before immediately went for the food spread out, happily munching on the spread, some even warning the newer participants that they should grab a bite before things started. Drafty floated along, having grabbed a small bit of peach to munch on as he explored. It looked like a guest room of some sort, though expanded into pony proportions and having a small portion of the room that almost looked like a small hotel for breezies. Something caught his attention though. Sitting on a stand between the hotel and the bed was this strange object. 

It was two rods of an unnatural material. Both were held together by a strip of the same material, and both had small gems in the channels that were cut into them. In fact, the rods were more like strips of the material, leaving four long quarter-channels. Inside the channels were several seats that were perfectly sized for a breezie. Drafty popped the last bit of peach into his mouth, wondering what the strange object's purpose was, when his eyes fell upon another strange object. This one, like the strange rods, was a synthetic black material, but much smaller. It had small holes all over it, with two tubes at the top feeding into a larger pipe that went down the middle. The tubes at the top were about the size of the fire-hoses he remembered being used in emergencies back home finally carve into the top were two more of the seats he saw on the strange, large rods.

Before he could ask any of the veterans the purpose of the strange objects, the door opened and the mountainous pony walked in. She walked over the veterans, spoke softly to them, so softly in fact he was surprised. Ponies normally were quite loud, even when they whispered. Before he came close enough to hear them, two of the veterans flew over and sat in the smaller object.	The princess grasped it in her magic, took several thundering steps, and closed the door to another room.

He finally reached the veterans, spotting an old friend among their number. He flew up to her, grabbing her attention with a few taps on her shoulder.
"Pst, Misty! What's going on?" He asked.

The mare giggled at his question. "No cheating, Drafty. I had to find out at the last minute as well, you don't get special privilege."

"Aw, c'mon, I gotta know!" He whined, tugging at her right foreleg. "I can keep a secret, I promise!"

"Listen. You can have a seat next to me, ok? Just follow my lead and you'll be fine."

Drafty gave a pouting nod, only to be shoved by his friend. "Stop it. C'mon, Drafty. I'll show you how to get everything on. I heard some breezies on the top rod sometimes don't get their masks on right, and end up having a horrible time, but if you relax and don't worry too much, it's really nothing to worry about."



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Celestia carried the object with its two breezie occupants into the next room, a gleeful grin on her face. Honestly, leave it to her to find the one use of the tiny pests. She'd given them an excellent deal, if she did say so herself. Why, those involved personally were even given access to her personal garden, including her magnificent golden apple tree.

She held the black object under a nozzle and gave it a pump with her magic, then used her magic to smear the gel all over it. Then, certain it was ready, she floated it behind her. Her heart was already speeding up in excitement as it neared. She lifted her tail, relaxed as much as she could, and started pushing the plug in. Oh it had been much too long since she had any fun like this. She grunted as she felt her ring slowly being stretched open by the makeshift vehicle. With one final push, her ring slid over the bump, pulling the plug the rest of the way in. Celestia looked at the mirror, giggling at the sight of the black handle sticking out of the opening just under her tail. She gave her flank a little shake at the mirror, watching as the plug was swallowed up by the pillowing mass of her flanks. Maybe in a few years, when the treaty came up for renewal, she could get it re-worked to give her a few all day occupants? Oh, the thought made her shiver; raunchy didn't even begin to cover it. Imagine; her, Princess Celestia, having lunch with the griffon ambassadors with a plug in her ass and breezies wandering her colon. It wasn't like they could argue with her over it much either. This was all they really did for her ponies, and the breezies' population had boomed since the treaty was enacted, more pollen and less lost harvesters leading to a better life for all of the irritating yet adorable little things. Of course, she'd have to change her passengers out every few hours, lest the poor dears get distracted by such things as hunger and boredom. Actually, the last one she wouldn't mind, they would be welcome to explore as much of her as they wanted. Ah, but first she'd let them get used to dealing with Luna as well. There was no telling what the lunar mare would like them to do for her, as the smaller alicorn didn't talk to Celestia about her desires anymore.

Moments later, she was squatting over the toilet, her tail held over her back with her magic and the other end of the tube connected to her sink. A few pats against her insides and she slowly turned on the water, careful to keep it at a comfortable warmth.
Celestia shuddered at the first sprays of warm water against her colon. It made things easier for the others later on, and she'd never admit it aloud but she loved the sensations. The breezies inside her ass were hosing her down thoroughly, better than those blasted clinics that claimed to do the same thing. What kind of idiot just shoves a hose in their rear and hopes it gets everything? Between the enchanted crystal lights on the butt-plug and the breezies attention to detail, this was far more effective. She looked down below her, watching the last few trickles of water shifting from a messy brown to a clear color. Soon the water flow stopped entirely as they finished their job and turned off their hoses. Celestia nearly pouted, the individuals picked for this obviously wanting to be done far sooner than she wished. She attuned her voice to the small audio crystal on the plug, knowing they'd be getting ready to leave.
"I want another minute of that at least. There's no way you finished already, not to the depth needed."

A few grudging moments later she shuddered as the pressure returned, this time much deeper in her body. She closed her eyes, a shiver of delight washing over her. They were always so willing to do as she asked. Truly, she'd nearly made a mistake when she'd thought of just blowing their obnoxious leader out of the throne room with a single flap of her wings all those years ago. It made her wonder what other races she could have made use of. Poor Chrysalis was in dire straights judging by their last meeting, the ragged mare looking absolutely starved. Maybe she'd be willing to part with a few drones or even agree to a personal visit every few years for harvesting rights? Of course, the Sun Princess would need to confirm it wasn't harmful to ponies, but if what she remembered from the time she'd run into the queen while in the guise of a pegasus mare, it wasn't painful at all. Quite the opposite in fact.
Once more the large mare shuddered, this time at the memory of the changeling queen's excellent shape shifting abilities. After promising not to harm her or turn her in, the princess actually had a good time, and she was certain the queen had walked away with more than a little bit of love. It was a shame Chrissy's pride stopped her from returning. That was one of the more memorable encounters she'd had in the last millennium.

The constantly shifting pressure against her intestines finally stopped once more, and she gave a shake of her plump flank to make sure the majority of the water was drained. Biting her lip she slowly wiggled the plug out, she slipped the black plug out. The occupants were both accounted for, though judging by their scowls they were certainly ready to be dismissed to the showers in the next room. The princess giggled at the sight, walking back into the main room where she saw the other breezies readying themselves for their part in the treaty. Strange how nopony ever thought to ask what services rendered to the crown actually consisted of with the deal.

Celestia set the butt plug down on its stand, the occupants dismounting and making their way to the hotel and showers with all haste. It was almost insulting. She did her part, fasting and watching what she ate to make their job easier. Maybe next time she wouldn't, maybe she'd have one of those burritos from Mexicolt for her lunch that day. That would teach those ingrates. Dismissing the idea, she turned her attention to the main course.

It was a large, black, double dildo made of latex, large channels cut into the rods and small holes on the end of the bottom one in case she got, well, too wet. The breezies all had breathing apparatus, and the channeled dildo prevented any accidents. The alicorn winced, the memory of the first few times she'd done this playing through her head. The poor things had done too good a job, and she'd finished quite hard. She never did manage to find them, and the survivors had no intention of sending in a search party to look for them.
Thus the introduction of the channeled dildo to the activity. She improved on it every now and again, warning lights that flashed red just as she finished, an audio crystal that allowed her to speak to them and vice versa, a gravity spell for each channel that allowed them to work easily even after their wings were soaked, and she'd even managed to sneak a vibrator into the bottom one last time. Oh, now that was a great idea.

With one last giggle, the princess grabbed the monstrosity, hopped onto her bed and laid on her back. She quickly double-checked her sound wards, her anti-scrying wards, and even checked for any hint of her sister or Discord's auras. Satisfied she was truly 'alone' the princess licked her lips. She lined the toy and its passengers up with both holes, and slowly pushed them in. Oh, it felt amazing. It was too bad she could only work this into the contract once per harvest. Actually, she'd worded it 'royalty,' hadn't she? Perhaps Luna would enjoy this as well? Twilight wasn't ready, still ha-ah!-dn't even asked for guards yet. Kept saying she didn't, ergh, need them. Silly pony, still thinking they kept the guards around for, heh, their safety. She'd figure out the truth soon enough.





Drafty's eyes were wide in horror as the giant pony lifted the thing he was seated in. Only now, seeing her raised tail and slightly gaping anus did he realize what the thing he was currently sitting in reminded him of. It was a fake stallion's penis, a double one for each of the giant mare's holes. He was slightly relieved that he'd been chosen for the one currently aimed at the mare's yawning pussy, the thought of spending time in her ass terrifying to him. The comment from Misty earlier about breezies not getting their masks properly set now took on a whole new level of horror.

As he watched the giant mare splay herself on her bed and rub the heads of the toy against her entrances, his heart was slamming in his chest. Was this how he'd die? Would her orgasm crush him? He looked ahead of him, then behind him. Both of the veterans were calm. In fact, Misty's tail was slowly rising and showing her sex giving a single wink at the sight of the monstrous labia. Slowly, with a rumbling moan that he was ashamed to admit was actually kind of hot, the rod was slowly pushed in a little, the very tip entering, then removed, leaving the dark cave ahead to wink in need. The giant pushed it in again, this time a little deeper, getting the very first riders inside before she shifted in what appeared to be discomfort.
"I could have sworn that would be enough." She muttered.
Once more the rod was pulled back, and glow from the alicorn's horn intensified. With no warning, the rod flipped, giving him a perfect view of her slowly closing ring. He nearly screamed at the sight. Did she change her mind about which side would be used for what? He heard humming, felt something shifting the toy he was on, then watched as several large globs of clear gel fell from above, spattering against the bed. 
"That ought to do it" The goddess mumbled, righting the toy and leaving him once again staring at her needy sex. She pushed it forward again, this time much more of it sliding in, nearly reaching him. Her lips once again clenched, squeezing tightly against the toy mere paces from his current location before it was drawn out once more, the heat from her body slamming into him like a gust of wind. With a moan of arousal, Celestia shoved it in one last time, this time leaving him in near-absolute darkness. Back and forth his current ride went, deeper and deeper until the rare flashes of light from behind ceased. A musty scent leaked in through the mask while a few dribbles of an obvious liquid began to enter into his channel. The air was damp and hot, smelling strongly of the mare's cum despite the mask he wore. Soon it stopped, the constant rumbling mewls that had been echoing from somewhere above slowing to a needy pant.

A few shouts were given, lights suddenly came on nearly blinding the shell shocked male, and gravity shifted leaving him feeling like he was right-side up again. He looked to the side, seeing the pulsing flesh of the giant pony bearing down on him, attempting to crush the toy he'd ridden in on. A bump distracted him, Misty giggling at his obvious fear.

"C'mon, this is what we're here for." She said. "It's perfectly safe. The ridges of the toy keep her from squeezing down on us, and we have the masks for air. We don't even need to worry about her cum, as it drains out through the back. Now pick a spot and start!"
With that the breezie mare flew up to the pulsing muscle and began to stroke it, the others joining her. Loud groans of approval echoed from somewhere above them, their current host obviously enjoying the attention. He watched as they worked the walls around them, some even using their tongues and some even rubbing themselves against ridges and bumps in the mares canal. It was the most ridiculous thing the stallion had ever seen.

They were inside the giant pony. They were inside her vagina, with more of their kind inside her ass. And they were expected to pleasure her.
This was the contract he was sent here to fulfill? This was the contract that their species relied on for survival? What kind of desperate situation were they in so many years ago that their queen would agree to this? That she would participate in it? He knew the ancient breezie queen had done it as well, that had been part of the briefing. What kind of desperation would drive her to agree to this humiliation?

Tentatively, he put a hoof the wall before him, the muscle seeming to shudder at his touch. He began working it in slow circles, reversing the direction every now and again when the mood hit him. Drafty hummed in curiosity at the twitching of the tunnel, watching pulses run up and down the wall before him. He blinked as a new sound echoed through the cavern.

The dildo they'd come in on had just started vibrating, sending strange buzzing pulses through the entirety of the cavern. The giant mare's moans and mewls increased in volume, slight trickles of a sweet-smelling fluid beginning to leak into the area they'd been working in. The breezie felt himself hardening at the sights and smells; finding a second wind, he jumped up to the wall, licking and rubbing it furiously. All along the way other breezies had picked up their own pace. The groans and mewls turned into shouts and screams and the tunnel began to pulsate faster, the tunnel even shifting several times and throwing him back into his seat as the mare writhed in pleasure. It didn't stop him long, the stallion jumping right back up and returning to his task.

Then the red lights activated.

Drafty blinked in confusion for a moment before darting back to his seat, the haze being lifted by his fear of what was happening. The cavern pulsed a few more times, his seat buzzing strongly before a muffled scream echoed through the fleshy tunnel. Suddenly the walls clamped down enough to actually press into the channels, barely brushing one of his wings as a wave of the sticky-sweet fluid blasted past the head of the toy, nearly washing him away. Only the special seat holding him in place prevented him from being lost in the torrent of bodily fluids. After what felt like an eternity, the cum was finally drained away, leaving him soaked from head to hoof. Shakily, he rose from his seat, hearing the giggles and chuckles of the other occupants as they confirmed it was over.

"That was wonderful, little ones..." The giant mare's voice reached him, coming from a nearby crystal much more clearly than the rumbling echo he heard from above. " but we're just getting started. The contract said one hour. We're at about twenty minutes, including the enema. So please continue as soon as you are able. I only get this once every few years, after all. It wouldn't do for you to skimp on your end of the deal."

Drafty swallowed hard, looking at the shuddering muscles next to him. His own dick ached, his almost painful arousal seemingly useless here. Oh he was going to find a breezie mare when this was all over, and he was going to rut her stupid. Just as he began to rub the walls again, a few ridges of the mare's vagina caught his attention. Looking back and forth nervously, he began to slide his tiny head against the valley, the warm, wet sensation feeling rapturous in his current state. Not feeling any reason to be gentle, he started rocking against valley, the warm flesh soothing his ache even as he felt his arousal double. He grit his teeth, the first few drops of pre dripping from his tip. The stallion bucked his hips in excitement, eyes closed as he began to speed up. His thrusts became faster and deeper as he shifted himself for a better angle. He licked at the walls, nipped them lovingly, ground himself madly against the small valley he'd found. Then his head flared, attempting to lock him into the ridge of the mares vagina. He bucked a few times against the wall, small jets of his seed painting his work area. He sighed in relief, the aching need dissipating slowly as his sex induced haze passed.

A giggle drew his attention, and he blushed at the sight of Misty watching him, laughing at the stallion even as she rubbed her own dripping sex against another ridge.
"It's not as bad as you thought, is it?" She asked with a grin. "Just let it go, Drafty. I was horribly, hah, horny afterwards last time too. Do you think you could help out with that?" She said seductively, shifting he stance and displaying her freely weeping sex to the stallion.

"I, I'll be sure to save some energy for you." He panted out, turning back to the wall of shuddering muscle. Maybe this wasn't as bad as he'd originally thought?



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Celestia shuddered and moaned as another aftershock ran through her. The feeling of so many little hooves, tongues and various sexes rubbing up against every part of her canals was setting off the most wondrous orgasms she'd had in years. She bucked into the mattress again, her posture changing every few moments as she imagined large stallions hilting into her from different angles. Their thick shafts covered with little tongues that set off every nerve in her shuddering cunt and ass. She manually activated the warning lights one last time, the timer on the wall reading only about a minute left. She'd have to make this count. 
Feeling the last of the extra contact stop, she began ramming the double dildo into her holes with reckless abandon, groaning into the pillows with her ass in the air. The vibrator was still going full blast, and she'd even magically glued a second one against her clit earlier, enhancing the sensations. Behind her the bed was soaked in her fluids, just as surely as those little creatures that were inside her. She shivered at a stray thought, hundreds of the little creatures being flushed out of her body in a wave of hot cum as she finished.

With a sound that mixed a moan and a scream, the Sun came one final time, a small fountain of her liquid arousal ejecting from the base of the bottom dildo as the fluid was forced out through small holes. She collapsed to her side, basking in the afterglow of her nearly hour-long session. She'd be perfectly fine continuing for several hours more, but unfortunately she'd yet to find anything that could keep up with her. Besides, most stallions got jealous if you kept them lined up and tried using them in sequence. She giggled, wondering if she hit the door this time. Celestia knew she could usually get some good distance with how the toy tended to act as a high-pressure nozzle. 

After she'd caught her breath, she slowly removed the large toy, a wet squelch sounding as the heads finally left her ass and pussy. She sedately levitated it and its exhausted cargo back to the stand, watching with a grin as the disheveled creatures dismounted, some note even waiting till they reached the showers before they began rutting each other like rabbits.

She took one last look at the large black double dildo, still dripping with her fluids. If she was going to share this event with her fellow princesses, she'd need to get Luna her own. Oh, but what about improvements to her own? Maybe she'd also add some type of heater to it, make it pulse warmth at odd times? Or get one of those small attachments that stimulated ones clitoris when it emerged? Yes, that would be nice, with a weak lightning enchantment to really set her nerves on fire. Celestia shuddered, her nether lips winking a few last times as her mind dawdled on thoughts of improving her experience. She'd work on it later. The next breezie migration would come soon enough. And then, so would she.




She really needed to find a decent stallion.



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Dear Princess Celestia,

It has come to the attention of my good friend Rainbow Dash and myself that the Royal Edict requesting that ponies help breezies never actually states what "Services Rendered to the Crown" actually means. After thoroughly examining all readily available texts and tomes, I have come to the realization that the services the breezies give is not actually recorded! If you could either point us in the proper direction for such information, tell us outright, or better yet, allow us to see what it is that the breezies are so good at that you'd grant them such a boon, please let me know at your earliest convenience.

Your one time student, and the Princess of Friendship,	
Twilight Sparkle