Release
Two hundred and eighty-seven.
Princess Celestia was now quite sure of the number of stone blocks that made up the front wall of the grand throne room at Canterlot palace. She had counted them three times after all, and had ample time to check her work.
Now she found herself walking the breezeway that connected her private boudoir to the more functional areas of the palace; her only companion the rhythmic clacking of the gilded slippers of her office on the polished stone. She might have lost herself completely in the melodrama of the evening; broken down into fits of grumbling the like of which she would never allow so much as a guard or handmaiden to see, but the wispy, gooey paint-swirls of dusk as they melted into night was far too captivating. She soon found her hands on the railing, her eyes lost somewhere in the lower end of the color spectrum as it danced against the sky.
Her hour was passing, and with it, her sharp, gleaming mind felt tarnished. She had spent nearly six hours at open court, and it occurred to her that she had no one to blame but herself for the endless line of prattling aristocrats looking to curry her favor. It had been her own institution, and she had given rise to it for benevolent reasons - a day of the week where any of her subjects of any station, could seek her counsel or aid with any matter they desired. She had thought what good it would do her people to see and speak to her directly, so that they might find solace in the fact that she was more than just a figurehead making rules from afar.
But it was not to be. From the first day, the Canterlot elite had glutted her halls, turning the event into a fiasco and making her all the more into a celebrity to be gawked at. As citizens with equal rights she could hardly turn them away, but they had brought with them so much glamour that the common man, invited or not, felt uncomfortable in their presence.
She sighed, and the reflexive stretching of her maw was taken by a mighty yawn. Her crown felt weary upon her brow, and the elegant robes of her office, delicate in their perfection, seemed to be lined with pockets of lead.
The evening was beautiful, but it was not her time. She sought rest.
With a haste brought on by the promise of sleep, Celestia retired to her ample apartments. She bypassed the guard with little more than a slight smile of appreciation for his diligence. Despite her grumpy mood, she could not find fault with the guards. Watching a door for hours a day could be no less a tedious and boorish job as her weekly sojourn into the cosmopolitan world she had inadvertently created.
Her posture waned, but she didn’t allow herself to slouch until two sounds mingled in her ears - the clicking of the heavy door on its hinges and the muffled tufting of her slippers as they moved from hard stone to the ample, cozy rugs that made up her private chambers. She rubbed her temples and attempted to will the throbbing behind her eyes into capitulation as she slipped off her footwear and indulged in the childish pleasure of hugging the posh carpeting with her toes.
A warm fire waited for her in the hearth. She disrobed before it and took a moment to warm her nakedness by the licking flames. Spring was coming on slowly, and though the daylight hours were warm, the absence of her heavenly body at night coupled with the natural draftiness of castles made her appreciate the attentiveness of her staff, who never let the fire die. She stood there for a time, warming the thinness of her soft flesh from head to toe before turning away to travel down the hall, where she knew a hot bath would be waiting.
Half an hour of soaking later her stiff muscles found relaxation, but at the cost of her pale skin, which felt about as perforated as her brain. She chose a moonlight blue nightie from one of her many armoires, donned it, and appreciated herself before the ovoid, full-length mirror that stood between her bookshelves. The shimmering translucence of the garment combined with its mid-thigh length was somewhat more revealing, but it had been a gift from her sister, and she could hardly turn it down. These days Celestia felt it made her feel somewhat younger - the spring that such a sensual garment put in her step was just scandalous enough for her to appreciate its effect.
Another yawn signaled her body’s exhaustion, but her mind would not quiet. It would take a bit of coddling to shut down a brain that always weighed heavily with the worry of high office, and Celestia knew the remedy – a bit of light reading on the red velvet sofa before the fire. She lowered herself onto the couch, sprawling in an undignified fashion, and was just considering a cup of tea when a jarring knock broke her reverie. She grimaced. A member of her staff would know better than to disturb her at this hour. Unless it was important.
Sighing, she yanked a sheer, thin robe of cyan and white from the wall, pulled it over her naked shoulders, tied it at the waist, and made for the door. The knock came again when she was halfway there.
“One moment,” Celestia muttered, “One moment please...”
She considered a more mundane means of opening the door, but magic has a way of building up inside when not released, and she could not recall when last she had used hers. With a slight concentration, she let a tingle flow through her hand, and was pleased to be able to rest her legs back on the couch as she turned the knob instead from several feet away. Sitting up straight with her back turned, she spoke before the intruder could.
“I require nothing further tonight. Thank you for your attentiveness, but you may retire.”
“I believe that you are the one in greater need of retirement, Sister,” Came a familiar voice.
Celestia glanced back just soon enough to watch her sister, the night princess, replace the solid oak door. Luna was dressed for an active evening; her gown consisted of flowing midnight blue robes of office, belted with an elegant crimson sash. She bore a small pouch at her waist that didn’t quite fit with the ensemble.
Celestia batted her eyes blearily. “Ah, my sister,” She managed. “It’s good to see you, but...forgive me...” She allowed another yawn to make her point without words.
Luna swept into the room like dusk, and Celestia found that she could suddenly hear crickets who were not there before, pleasantly chirping a symphony from some impossible vantage outside the high castle window. Luna raised a brow, folding her arms under her chest.
“I wonder just how long it will take you, Sister, to put an end to the aristocratic foppery that plagues you once a week.”
Celestia made a dismissive gesture with one hand and turned back to the fire as she levitated a novel from the side table to her lap. “It’s good for the public, Luna. It helps to make the both of us more personable and approachable.”
Luna shook her head and placed her hands on the back of the couch to either side of her sister, peering over her shoulder. “That was your intention from the conception of this idea, yes, but you know as well as I it has not come to that. The privileged few among our subjects make sport of the whole thing; occupying your time with trifling concerns to the point that commoners find us still as unapproachable as ever.”
Celestia thumbed absently through the book. “Nobody is keeping anybody else out of it on purpose. I can’t just tell certain people to go away and make room for others.”
“Why not?” Luna sniffed disdainfully. “They will get over it, after some time spent on their yachts or pacing around their own gilded halls.”
Celestia ran her thumb up one page; she pinched it by the corner and took it into a slow turn. “It’s not that simple, Sister. We can’t play favorites. Not with the elite, and not with the common man.”
Luna was silent for a time. When she spoke, her voice was softer in volume, but firmer in tone.
“You intend to endure, then?”
Celestia nodded. “I do. Until a good reason, other than something cosmopolitan, pops up to change it.”
“You are in need of rest.”
“Yes,” Celestia continued apologetically, “And you know I appreciate talking to you, but--”
“You are in need of...relaxation,” Luna persisted. She practically floated around the couch, coming down upon it with a poise so perfect, her gown seemed to automatically situate itself around her.
“This is how I relax,” Celestia replied, her eyes reflecting the firelight as she cast her gaze into it. “With something to read other than writs or land grants.”
“What are you reading?” Luna inquired.
Celestia responded by closing the book and resting her hand protectively over the cover, “Fiction.”
“That is a bit...vague, is it not?” Luna’s smile dripped with something syrupy, and she scooted her ample hips closer until they were brushing against her sister’s. She made a show of peering at the book, “One of your usual ‘relaxation’ stories, dear sister?”
Celestia was now eyeing the leather-bound, pocket-sized volume as well, as though she were only just seeing the object below her hand for the first time. “...what’s that supposed to mean?”
Luna chuckled. “Sister, I love you dearly, but you should not attempt to be coy. It does not suit you.”
Luna put her hand on the book. Celestia pressed down on it and mashed it into her lap, but she did little else to forestall her sister from gingerly slipping it sideways out from under her grasp. Mirthfully Luna held the book up to observe the cover. She stared at it quizzically, turned it upside down, and stared again.
“One wonders if two human beings are capable of maintaining such a position for long,” Luna observed. “Scandalous.”
Celestia folded her arms and let out a childish huff. “I can read whatever I want to read.”
“Oh, of course,” Luna tossed the book onto the opposite end table. “However, it is not what you read that interests me, Sister.” She reached out and placed her palm on Celestia’s knee. “It is what lies between the lines.”
Celestia glanced down at the hand on her thigh. It began to move, slowly stroking her there. She frowned. “I...I’m tired, Luna...”
“Yes,” Luna agreed, “I can see that. Your mind is likely worn out from your long day in the sun, and yet…here you are. The moon grows high, and it is my time now. You are merely living in it.”
Celestia made a face as she watched the hand that stroked her. “I wouldn’t be living in it if I were asleep,” She insisted. “I have business to attend to in the morning Luna. Now isn’t the time--”
Her words were cut off by her sister’s sudden closeness. Luna was at Celestia’s ear now, whispering into it, hot breath washing over Celestia’s cheek. “I know you too well, sister. Surely your staff has seen the books you read by now. They know what you’re reading, and they keep it to themselves out of decorum. But I know something they do not,” Her tongue began to gently trace Celestia’s cheek. “I know that you insert yourself into the mental picture painted by your stories. And in them, you don’t play the role that you play by day.”
A shiver ran down Celestia’s spine, prominent enough for Luna to notice it. Celestia swallowed, her creamy neck pulsing with the movement. “That...that isn’t...the case…”
“It is,” Luna cooed, prodding Celestia’s ear once more with the tip of her tongue before finally drawing back. “Your servants as not as observant as I am. I know which pages you fold down the corners of to mark for later.”
Celestia’s eyes opened wide, though she kept them glued to the fire as though her life depended on it. “...don’t be ridiculous,” She complained. “Books get old over time, a-and the pages get worn. You’re making that up. Now please,” She suddenly rose from the couch to her full height, laying a hand on her chest as if to stay herself. “I need to sleep.”
Luna stood with significantly more spring in her step than her beleaguered sister. Her hands found the silky, adorned shoulders of the crown princess, and she began to rub. “You are tense, Sister. Relax.”
Celestia was about to walk away, but the gentle massage blunted the spiny tenseness that had returned to her muscles, gratefully relaxing it away. She let out an inaudible murmur, and found herself staring at the flames again, no closer to her bedchamber.
“Your station causes you much stress,” Luna continued, her voice soft and her fingers constantly moving. “You have so much responsibility, and I know how it makes you feel. There is no need to hide it.”
Celestia felt her shoulders slump. “I...just...” she muttered, her voice tinkling from the stone walls like a wind chime, “...there’s always so much to do, and they all expect me to make every decision for them, even simple ones they should be able to handle themselves...”
“And you make every one, yes?”
Celestia nodded haltingly. “...I can’t just turn them away.”
“So, in effect,” Luna took a deep breath of her sister’s flowing mane. Her hands slipped down and wormed their way under Celestia’s arms. “In effect,” she repeated, “You make a slave of yourself to your entire kingdom. You obey every request. Even the trifling ones.”
Celestia’s breath quickened. She had no response for the claim other than to shake her head and mutter below her breath. “...that’s...that’s not it...”
“That is it,” Luna cooed, “And what’s more? You like it. Which is the real reason why you put up with it.” Luna’s hands emerged from Celestia’s armpits. She pushed through further, obliging Celestia to raise her arms slightly and watch as her little sister’s hands closed over her breasts, kneading them in their satin prison. The sun princess stared down, helpless to stop twin, tightened nubs that began to push up from under the fabric, encouraged by the machinations of her sister’s skilled fingertips.
“...ngh...”
Luna grinned, taking in the noise like music. Her grip tightened, and she lowered the bending willow of her big sister’s body back down to the couch. Celestia’s head lolled, but Luna put a finger on her sister’s chin and pushed her face up.
“Chin up, Sister.”
Luna stepped back. Her body wreathed by the crackling hearth, she undid her sash with one hand and let her stately robes slip from her shoulders, catching the little pouch at her belt before it fell. Beneath her gown lived a laced corset of midnight blue and deep amethyst that hugged her curves, ending just below her matronly chest. Her supple thighs were crafted in silk stockings the color of dusk. Between the two garments, a simple pair of black, lacy panties hugged the cleft between her thighs. She rested a fist on one hip, holding the pouch like a clutch purse, and spoke, riveting Celestia to the spot with her icy gaze.
“It is always in the back of your mind, Sister,” Luna said, tilting her chin to look disdainfully down on Celestia. “The cloying thought that you were born into the wrong station. The thought that causes you wonder if maybe, just maybe, you were never supposed to be the most high - the crown princess, who answers to no one.” She stepped forward and took Celestia one-handed under the chin, forcing her to stare at the naked breasts hovering over Luna’s corset. “What you wish for is relief. A way to satisfy your natural urge to obey - the shameful aberration in your personality that you don’t dare show to your subjects.”
Celestia, her eyes fixated on the floating, fleshy orbs before her, let out a slightly labored breath.
“Your body is already reacting, Sister.” Luna put a finger to her chin in thought. “Or perhaps I should call you my ‘pet’...or even my ‘bitch’.”
Celestia had to make a conscious effort to keep her thighs from rubbing together. The words swept into her mind, wrapping around her thoughts and perverting them into dark husks of their former selves. The sheer fabric against her pert nipples made her squirm, but she dug deep - searching for that crystal pool of resolve that hadn’t yet dried up. Its waters were thin, but she bathed her brain in them and reluctantly furrowed her brow, removing herself from her little sister’s hold without force.
“N-no Luna, I...” She placed a hand on her chest, trying again to still her breathing, “...I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but I must sleep...tomorrow is--”
“Is not tonight!” Luna cut in.
This time Luna’s hand wrapped around a lock of Celestia’s hair. Luna yanked hard, until the sun princess had to choose between wrenching away or rising with the movement.
Oh shaky knees, Celestia stood.
Eye to eye with the Sun, the Moon began her eclipse. With a guiding hand she turned Celestia away from the couch, and slipping one hand behind Celestia’s supple hip, she pulled on her leg, encouraging the Sun to lift it and thus upset her balance. With surprising strength, Luna held onto her sister’s stumbling form and lowered her onto her back on the thick, warm fur rug that stood between the sofa and the fire. Luna straddled her sister’s waist and simply pressed a hand between her breasts, over her heart.
“With this one hand I can pin you,” Luna explained. “I can hold you down, because I know you shall not resist. Deep inside, my pet, you art a creature of service.” She slipped her hand around one of Celestia’s clad breasts, flicking the nipple that capped it with her finger. “Your body does not lie.”
Celestia, her eyes lidded and her cheeks deeply flushed, lay with her arms subconsciously flung up above either side of her head. Her chest rose and fell with the weight of her breathing, and her constantly-flowing pastel hair rippled around her head.
“N-no,” She complained, “I...I have to be at court--”
Luna scowled. “If you can obey your subjects - for that is what you are doing - you can obey your mistress.”
Luna held her other hand above her sister. It began to glow, and as Celestia watched, the tiny black panties that had once protected the moon’s womanhood from the world obediently slipped down her supple thighs and floated into her grasp. Luna purposefully brushed the wadded garment against Celestia’s nose, filling the Sun with the scents of arousal and the sensation of the dampness already there.
“Open,” Luna uttered the single word.
Celestia’s eyes darted between the panties and her sister’s piercing gaze. “L-Luna, I...b-but--”
“OPEN!” Luna commanded.
Celestia felt the harsh command slide down her spine, giving rise to a shiver she could not deny. Quieting, she opened her mouth wide, softly shuddering as Luna stuffed her full of the recently-worn undergarments.
“Bite,” Luna ordered.
Celestia, mortification in her eyes, bit down on the soft cotton in her mouth. She let it mingle with her tongue, tasting the latent arousal of her sister on the fabric.
“Good,” Was all Luna said in reply. She slipped off of her sister, but leaned in to trace Celestia’s chin and lips with a finger as her other hand undid the sash that held the robe protecting her nightie. Luna smoothed the robe from Celestia’s shoulders, slipped off of her body, and grabbed the front of Celestia’s nightie, yanking on it.
“Sit up.”
Celestia obeyed. Unable to meet her sister’s gaze, she fidgeted demurely until Luna, in a burst of motion, grabbed the lovely nightie again and yanked so hard that a strip of the fabric tore away. Yelping, Celestia watched in shock as her chest bounced through the gash in her useless nightclothes, her stiff nipples now impossible to hide.
Luna reached out and unceremoniously captured the softness of one of the crown princess’s breasts in her grasp; pinning the nipple between her fingers as she unfurled the strip of torn satin with a snap from her opposite wrist. She took Celestia’s gaze, filling her vision until the Sun lost herself in the endless pools of Stygian night that made up her sister’s eyes. Her addled mind stunned, Celestia didn’t even notice that she was biting down harder on the panties in her mouth - trying subconsciously to keep them in place.
Luna took pity on her sister’s plight. Taking the strip in both hands, she pressed the fabric tightly to Celestia’s mouth, wrapping it around her face until it dug into the corners of her lips. With practiced hands, Luna tied the new gag around the back of her sister’s neck, applying just enough pressure so that its presence could not be ignored.
“You think me the fool, Pet, or assume that I am blind.”
Luna jammed her arm under the low sofa. Feeling around blindly, her fingers soon impacted with her quarry. With a smug smile she pinched the edge of the shallow box she knew was there and dragged it into the light. Celestia, her porcelain cheeks marred by a splash of crimson, bowed her head and looked silently away.
It was all as Luna had expected...and remembered. The strong leash. The toys. The thick leather collar with its staunch buckle and convenient ring. She held aloft the collar, just to make a show of appreciating it. Without looking down, she issued her next order.
“Panties. Now.”
Celestia knew better than to hide her secrets from her mistress. She didn't hesitate.
While she was listening to the shuffling noises and enjoying the silhouette the flames portrayed of her sister’s compliance against the far wall, Luna recovered the pouch she had brought with her. From it she drew two items. The first she tucked away in her palm. The second, a small round tag of flattened metal, etched with her cutie mark, seemed to catch the radiance of the stars and twinkle along with them. She attached the tag to the collar and finally turned.
Before the Moon, the Sun stood as she was bade - her soft pink panties wrapped uselessly around her right thigh. Celestia bore herself, in all her exposed femininity, to her little sister, her back straight, arms at her sides; at attention like the many guards who watched the palace. The remains of the once-attractive nightie hung by ruined straps from her shoulders, her voice sealed away by the essence of her sister in her throat.
Luna walked in a slow circle around Celestia, slapping her hips, breasts, and back. Celestia hurriedly jerked every struck area, correcting each little flaw in her posture.
“Straighter,” Luna barked. “Chest out. Back straight. Legs together. Tch, you are pathetic at this.” Luna reared back and stung her sister’s naked rump with a hard slap. To Celestia’s credit, she neither moved nor emitted a sound.
“Somewhat better,” Luna approved.
Stepping close to Celestia’s back, Luna mashed her breasts into her big sister’s creamy shoulder blades as she brushed her fluttering locks out of the way and brought the collar to bear, locking it in place. Her magic flared, and in her grasp the lock switched closed securely. It had no key.
“By our decree alone shall you be free,” Luna explained. Grabbing her sister’s shoulders, she turned her and faced her towards the room’s large ovoid mirror. She spoke again, looming over Celestia’s shoulder.
“This is better for you,” Luna cooed, slipping the last of the nightie from her sister’s elegant shoulders. “Weak and untrained, on the path to becoming a proper whore. Even the lowliest of recruits to the Canterlot guard can come to good order on command, but you?” Another hard slap made Celestia jump, “You require correction just to stand up properly. Examine your neck.”
Celestia stared at the tag on her collar
“That is my mark upon you. Show me the other.”
Celestia hesitated. Incensed, Luna drew a riding crop from the box and lit her sister’s rump on stinging fire with it. Celestia whimpered, but kept herself aloft on quaking knees.
“This box - you have kept every toy, right where I can get at it most easily. Clearly you were hoping I would make use of them again. I won’t ask you again - show me your other mark. NOW.”
Celestia turned her right thigh out. In the reflection of the mirror, just above her panties where her groin met her womanhood, was a small tattoo. In beautiful handwriting, punctuated by a moon symbol, were the words ‘Luna’s Bitch’.
Luna ran her fingers through Celestia’s ample mane, favoring her with a gentler touch. “It matches your tag. Now you have two symbols of your station to be proud of,” She suddenly took up a fistful of hair and yanked on it, “The station of my pet. And yet, I remain unsatisfied.”
Celestia blinked with surprise. She stared at Luna’s reflection, trying to ask it what was the matter without being able to speak. Luna wormed her hand under Celestia’s hair to the base of her neck. Her dark nails found a home there, and from that vantage they raked themselves down the contours of the Sun’s back to the base of her rump.
Celestia shivered, arched her back, and let out a whine that was a poor excuse for displeasure.
“You are still my equal sister,” Luna explained. “That is not permissible.”
The other small object Luna had palmed before suddenly floated into Celestia’s view - it was so close, the sun princess nearly went cross-eyed bringing it into focus. What floated before her, wrapped in the glow of Luna’s magic, was a small, ornate signet ring. Set in silver and platinum, it too was stamped with the mark of the night, embossed in high relief.
“Hold out thy left hand,” Luna ordered.
The order was obeyed immediately, and soon both princesses could both see the tapered fingers of Celestia’s pristine hand. On her ring finger was a fantastic, gem-encrusted trinket appropriate for one of her station. Luna snorted.
“Useless tripe,” Luna sniffed, “And far beyond what you are worthy of. Remove it. With your magic.”
Celestia concentrated. Soon enough, the ring was enveloped in her colorful aura. It slipped from her finger and hovered in place inches from her hand. Without pause, Luna levitated the signet ring to take over the spot, bringing it down on Celestia’s knuckle to the hilt. The instant the ring was set in place, Celestia’s aura winked out, and the bauble fell to the floor.
“I did not direct you to drop it, bitch,” Luna rumbled. “Pick it up.”
Celestia strained. Concentrated. But the ring did not rise from its new home in the carpet. Luna tanned her sister’s hide again with the crop, and Celestia automatically bent to pick the ring up instead.
“Excellent,” Luna observed. “My new toy works. Now, take it off.”
Confused, Celestia sat the bauble aside and placed her hand on the signet ring. She yanked, but as though it were anchored in concrete, the new ring did not move. She struggled with it until Luna turned Celestia to face her. Lune brought her elder sister’s hand up and kissed the ring, in a mockery of the way visiting dignitaries might kiss the ring of Equestria’s sovereign.
“I have placed a powerful curse upon your new jewelry, Pet. It cannot be removed without my approval. While it is in place, it will correct you, by taking away the power that you are not worthy of.” She drew her tongue up the nape of Celestia’s neck, pausing at her ear. “It makes you unequal to me, my pet. It puts you where you belong.”
“Mmnf...” Celestia turned and tried to kiss her sister, but the gag just bumped uselessly against Luna’s lips. Luna grinned.
“You cannot even kiss properly. I wonder, what if I were to march you to the barracks right now, and hand you over to the guards? Certainly any among their number would give much for the chance to use and abuse their Lady.”
Celestia gasped softly. Luna went on, her fingertips playing about Celestia’s collarbone as her other hand cupped each breast in turn and then ran down her tummy, trailing all the way down to her folds and back up again.
“Would you service them, like any proper Canterlot whore? I doubt it, because you are not even the equal of a whore. They are at least compensated. You would work hard for your new masters, in their barracks, with nothing in return but the love of service that I know you hide inside.” Luna grinned, “The lowliest recruit would be welcome to bend you over and have their way with you, while you rush to obey every command and welcome every blast of their seed past your defenses and into your body. You would love every minute of it, right down to the knowing grins each of them would give you whenever they passed you in the halls. Look me in the eye and deny it.”
Celestia could not meet her sister’s gaze. Unable to show her appreciation with a kiss, she merely nuzzled Luna’s cheek like an animal. Luna stroked her in turn, scratching behind Celestia’s ears like a dog. She then clipped the leash in place and gave a hard yank, purposefully making Celestia stumble.
“Come,” Luna ordered, catching the box in her magic and hoisting it up. “We will retire to my chambers.”
Fearing public exposure, Celestia hesitated. Luna yanked hard on the leash, but instead of leading her pet out into the hall, Luna dragged Celestia into her own bedroom. Confused, Celestia lost the cadence of her sister’s steps, tripped, and found herself flat on her face...in her own posh, canopied bed.
“My chambers,” Luna repeated. “Show more respect in my chambers.”
Celestia scrambled to her knees on the bed, coming again to attention, the panty-gag holding her voice to nothing but tiny, inhuman whimpers. Luna appreciated the view of her big sister, naked, collared, gagged, and in full obedience upon a bed that was clearly decorated for her. With her magic, the moon princess tossed the box roughly onto a side table and slithered onto the bed, coming up behind and beside her sister once again. She took each of Celestia’s narrow wrists in one hand and brought them together, crossed at the small of her back, while her magic brought forth a length of rope. The rope coiled like a snake, binding Celestia’s arms into helplessness under the authority of a thick knot. Luna then pressed her hand into Celestia’s back and simply shoved her forward. With no arms to brace the fall, Celestia toppled forward with a muffled yelp, her chin impacting with the bright harvest sky that made up the colors of her quilts.
“And that’s another reason you’re beneath even the level of a well-trained whore,” Luna chastised, “I shouldn’t have to tell you to present yourself for me.” She caressed her big sister’s naked rump, appreciating the supple smoothness. The creamy whiteness of each cheek was marred - deflowered by red welts the riding crop and Luna’s palm had recently gifted it with. Amusing herself with her sister’s reactions, Luna raked her fingernails across one of the larger welts, and then immediately drew them down to trace the weeping flower between her sister’s legs, flicking the engorged button there once as she went.
Celestia gasped.
Sobbed.
Moaned.
“Your Mistress can make you feel pain or pleasure, at my very whim,” Luna sang. She wormed one finger into her sister and wiggled it around, digging at the sensitive spot at the roof of her royal channel. Celestia’s squeaks increased in intensity, and Luna giggled when she finally removed the digit. Pleased, she brought the finger around and wiped it along Celestia’s cheeks, painting her upper lip with the scent of her own arousal.
“No more resistance,” Luna proclaimed. “Look at you. You’re soaking wet, and you can even smell yourself now. You were hoping Mistress would see through your play at resistance, weren’t you.”
Celestia mumbled something incoherent, but another hard smack on her tender bottom jolted her, forcing the words out.
“Yus Mssriss Uuna!”
Luna shook her head and clucked her tongue as if she were correcting a child. She stroked over her sister’s rump, prodding her other, tighter opening with the tip of a finger.
“You haven’t been keeping to your training,” Luna said with mock regret, fingering Celestia’s pucker. “This is going to be less comfortable for you than it could have been. Until you get used to it, that is.”
Forgoing her magic just for the pleasure of picking it up herself, Luna reached into the box and drew out a slightly curved cylinder of a firm, pliable gel material. Dark as a midnight sky, it too bore her mark, and she was pleased to see that Celestia had left it in the box where it was easy to find. The object was bumpy and ribbed for the pleasure of female orgasm, but Luna had other ideas in mind. With her magic, she levitated a small bottle of warming lubricant, tipped the cap, and simply spilled it in a long, clear, viscous trail over Celestia’s backside, where it began to run in rivulets between her cheeks, pooling around both her openings. Luna waited, allowing the liquid to run down Celestia’s thighs before clearing her throat.
“Your hands are already there, Sister,” Luna sniffed disdainfully. “If you don’t want this to hurt, you’d better get them dirty.”
Her wrists bound, Celestia clumsily groped at her own backside. When her fingers found her tail hole, she began to massage the lubrication into it, presenting herself for her Mistress’s examination as she did so. Celestia fingered herself, slipping one digit in and out, spreading the slickness inside her channel until Luna shooed the hands away.
“Hold still,” Luna ordered. “Mistress is not going to coddle you.”
The muscles of Celestia’s backside relaxed, even as the rest of her body tensed. She felt the toy kiss at her tight pucker, and she gasped when the tapered tip began to slide inside her, stretching her channel as it made itself comfortable. Luna pushed on it, working the nubs in while making no concessions for the quivering rump it invaded. Finally she touched the top of the symbol at the toy’s base, giving it one final push until the toy was nicely rooted into its new home.
Celestia was panting, her back rising and falling with the effort of forcing heavy breaths through only her nose.
“Your rump likes being filled like this,” Luna said sternly. “Wiggle it. Show me how much you appreciate your toy inside you.”
Celestia’s rump gave a playful wiggle akin to that of a court performer. Luna closed her eyes and concentrated, summoning her magic. Inside her mind, she could see the inner workings of the toy - the gears and springs that made up its movement. She projected a thought into it, and the toy jumped to life, vibrating and twisting inside Celestia’s channel. In response to its activation, a notch at the base of the toy that was just inside the sun princess began to inflate, until it exceeded the size of the hole around it, pushing and anchoring itself such that any attempt to expel it was rendered useless.
“We cannot have you rejecting your special toy,” Luna explained. She reached out to brush against her sister’s blossom, damp now with mingling lubrication both natural and artificial. Celestia’s opening grabbed uselessly at the retreating digits, but Luna gave them back only when her sister relented and waited patiently for the touch.
“Still so much you need to learn,” Luna commented, “Thus, you have work ahead of you tonight before you can sleep, slut. Face me, as you are now.”
Celestia scrambled to obey the command, wriggling and writhing on the bed while the toy buzzed inside her, humming just inches away from a spot where it could provide blissful release. Soon she slumped on the blankets in the same position as before, her chin resting upon them. Luna’s bare knee found Celestia’s chin, and she slid it forward until the Sun’s gaze was forcibly angled up, seeing her sister only through the cleft between Luna’s breasts.
“Look at me,” Luna commanded. “I want you to see what’s in store for you.”
Luna reached again for the box. This time, she drew forth the little pouch that she brought into the room initially with her. Rummaging through it one final time, she tossed the little canvas container away and spread out her hands. Suspended by Luna’s fanned fingers was a luxurious necklace of onyx, jet, and moonstone in settings of ornately-carved silver. As with many of the adornments of the evening, this one also bore a disk emblazoned with Luna’s mark at the throat, but the image was constantly shifting in myriad, holographic colors, as though it were passing through a field of dark clouds.
With questioning eyes and a murmur to match, Celestia stared up from her sister’s knee at the hovering accessory, following its gentle sway with her eyes as though it were hypnotic.
“Beautiful, is it not?” Luna smiled. She shifted the suspended trinket to one hand and flipped the disk over with her other to show her sister the collection of magic runes etched into the back. Celestia’s brow furrowed. Luna bemusedly noted the lack of understanding.
“Ah, but it would be a configuration of the magic tongue unfamiliar to you, wouldn’t it? It was unfamiliar to me some time ago as well, but research is a powerful tool.” She placed a hand on Celestia’s cheek and pushed her head off of her knee. The Sun floundered, her chin clumsily impacting with the mattress again until she was at eye level with the womanly secrets and scent of her little sister.
With an ominous rattling like wind chimes through an empty forest, Luna draped the necklace over her head. When the disc came to rest at the cleft of Luna’s breasts, the runes began to glow, and the symbol of the moon seemed to go from casually pacing the clouds to racing through them. Celestia glanced up and felt tingling pricks of magical energy on her cheeks, like a spray of embers from the popping hearth in the next room.
When she turned her eyes back towards her sister’s femininity, shock nearly caused her to choke on the panties that had taken her speech.
In a transparent, murky green haze centered at the apex of Luna’s feminine opening, a certain tapered head was sprouting. Gradually it gave way to a thick, veiny cylinder of masculinity that carried the new head nearly a foot away in a sweeping, curved upward arc. Luna emitted a series of grunts, and when the haze faded, a pulsing, hungry penis was looming over Celestia, naked and resplendent in all its proud glory.
For a moment, the two sisters gazed into one other’s eyes from opposite sides of the new girth. Luna shifted and blinked several times, her brain tracing the architecture of the new, unfamiliar nerves sprouting from her loins. She jerked the muscles of her new organ, and the penis twitched, bapping her sister firmly on the nose. Luna repeated the action, hitting her sister again, and grinned, reaching out to caress Celestia’s furiously flushed cheek again.
“Marvelous. I enjoy seeing you this way Sister, from behind that which I will use to claim you this night. Allow me to answer the questions you cannot speak. Yes, it is very much real - there is no mental trickery here. And yes, it is fully functional.”
Celestia’s blush deepened. She whimpered, and when Luna encouraged her forward the crown princess indulged in the shame of unabashedly nuzzling the organ with her soft cheek.
“Nn...” Luna let out a breath, running her fingers through her sister’s hair. “You shall have my seed planted deep inside you, Pet. A piece of the moon always eclipsing you from within.” Her grin broadened. “Show me how much the very idea excites you.”
Celestia hesitated. She drew back from the twitching girth and stared at it, the tip of her nose nearly brushing it as it filled her vision. The bedroom lull in her eyelids evidenced the dirty thoughts in her mind, but the organ was larger - and far more real - than anything she’d felt inside her before. Celestia glanced up at her sister with a look of uncertainty.
Luna’s brows furrowed.
“Imagine,” She scoffed, “If your student, Twilight Sparkle, could see you now. Naked and subjugated, bound on your own bed, stuffed with my worn panties and ready to serve me. And yet still you deny yourself and try to play the haughty crown princess.” Incensed now, Luna’s petting hand hardened like steel around her sister’s locks. She yanked back hard, forcing Celestia to squirm her way up onto her knees just to keep up, and wrapped her wrist around the leash at the Sun’s throat. Holding her at bay, Luna laid on Celestia’s pillow, reclining comfortably on her back - her erection sticking up like a lighthouse over troubled waters.
Luna yanked again, pulling Celestia towards her prone form. She locked eyes with her, “Impale yourself on your younger sister,” she ordered. “I can smell your arousal even from here, wench. I know how badly you want me inside you. I shouldn’t have to be bothered with doing it myself, yes?”
Celestia glanced at the penis that was patiently waiting for her, and then at Luna’s confident expression. Bound and gagged, the Sun nodded and lifted her thigh, slipping it over top of her sister’s waist and settling into a straddle - until Luna’s spire was rubbing into the softness of Celestia’s tummy.
“Look at it,” Luna demanded. “Look how ready it is to seed you.”
Celestia looked. A dab of clear lubrication bubbled from the tip of the organ. Replaced quickly by another, the first one picked out a trail down the pulsing veins of Luna’s shaft until it vanished under Celestia’s hips.
Celestia’s mind clouded over with want. Lust claimed her, and with a swift lifting of her hips, she raised herself up until the taper below was massaging her wet entrance, prodding at her engorged opening with demands of capitulation. With a deep sigh, she shut her eyes, lowered her hips, and let it happen.
“Nghahh...”
Luna couldn’t help the slight exhalation. The sensation was both foreign and fascinating, and she watched as her spire vanished into the warm softness of her sister’s femininity, piercing her until their hips came together. The hardened roundness of Celestia’s cervix as it bumped her sister’s tip signified that she was now fully involved - one hole plugged with a buzzing, enchanted toy, and the other with her own sister’s sexuality.
Her mind rolling around in the waves of new pleasure, Luna yanked on the leash, drawing Celestia’s attention. “Work,” Luna barked. “Work for your reward, whore!”
Celestia bit down on the panties. She clenched both of her channels, favoring both invaders with affection as she tried to make them feel at home inside her. She rolled her hips, drawing her button across her sister’s length and flicking it against the taper of her head. Both partners grunted, and Celestia threw her head back, her swollen passion driving her to pound out a squishy, audible, slapping rhythm with her thrusts.
Luna felt electricity in her spine, spoiling up into her brain and boiling over into a pleasure she hadn’t previously known. She clamped her hands around Celestia’s hips, the leash still wrapped tightly around one wrist. “...nngh...yes...feel it inside y-you...claiming you...you may have had toys, Sister, but you have never known a man. It pleases me t-to be your first...”
Celestia was beyond both words and her previous exhaustion, Despite her authority and power, she had always felt trapped. This side of her - the one that now bounced atop her sister - had always been there, from the early days when they had been at play as children. She had done her best to deny it. To tuck submissiveness away and enjoy it only in her mind, like a good ruler of men. But her heart knew the truth, and at length her need to submit had manifested into the private pet she was now - the one that had been instinctively wet and ready ever since Luna began touching her in the main room.
All Princess Celestia needed was an excuse to give in. Tonight, she had one, and thus she pounded her hips down on the soft body below her, inviting the hardness - her silky walls lathering Luna with adoration and begging to be gifted.
The twitching of Luna’s penis slipped out of her control and built into spasms. She yanked on the leash again, pulling Celestia’s head down. “Look at me,” She demanded. “Look at your Mistress.” Celestia’s eyes were glassy with passion, and her wild gripping sent a familiar message to the other female, who knew what it was like to have orgasms rip through her body one after another in succession.
Celestia’s back straightened and her neck jerked, but Luna held firm to the leash. “No, whore!” She barked, “You will look into my eyes when you climax!”
“Mmnf...aghnnghff...” Celestia cried ineffectually against the gag, bearing her breasts and arching her back. She fought to keep her eyes down and on her sister’s face while a second climax shot through her.
Celestia’s hips pistoned like a machine. Luna fought for control, her chest heaving, but the welling, churning need to burst was too great. With no need to hold back, she rolled her eyes and stiffened under the throes of male orgasm. She grabbed her sister’s hips and forced her down, instinctively ramming as deeply as she could - her pulsing spire blasting rope after rope of thick, creamy seed into the crown princess’s unprotected womb. Luna steeled herself, forcing down a cry of passion to demonstrate her greater control as Celestia, lost at sea, moaned hard against her gag.
Spent, the elder royal sister, bound and with her toy still at work, collapsed atop the younger, nuzzling her nose in between Luna’s breasts. Luna reached out to stroke her would-be pet again, smiling softly.
“There...good girl,” Luna cooed. “You’ve pleased me. Be proud of yourself.”
For a time, the two panting figures clung to one another, seeking only to control their mutual wild breathing until it finally began to dim into vagueness. Luna, still buried inside her sister, ran her hands over Celestia’s back while glancing at the window. The moon was high, the hours plentiful, and she was pleased she had cleared her calendar for the evening. She closed her eyes, looking into the inner workings of the plug in her sister’s rump, and by magic calmed them, shutting the toy down but leaving the base thick and unremovable.
Celestia squirmed, and Luna spoke to her-
“Be still. Feel the presence in both your secret places. They are both my presence, and from now on you will feel them both more and more often in your life, as your Mistress helps you to explore this side of yourself. Get used to them, and get used to being like this. You will not sleep this night for many more hours. Not until we are finished.”
Celestia muttered something that rang with adoration, and once again pressed herself into the softness of her sister’s breasts. Luna moved to stroke her again, but a sudden clattering noise from somewhere that was not the bed brought her instantly to full alert. Luna grabbed the bound, straddling Celestia and sat up straight, gazing at the entrance to the room.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, the diminutive, waifish form of Twilight Sparkle stood in the doorway, hovering over a stack of books that had fallen from a nearby shelf. Dressed in lavender pajamas, Twilight’s button-town top was hanging open, barely masking the contours of her modest bust. Her pants were tugged down just enough to reveal a pair of azure panties.
Twilight stared at Luna. Then Celestia. Then at her own hand, which was still buried in her panties.
She went red.
“I...this...this isn’t what it looks like!” Twilight babbled, yanking her hand from her own secret place and stuffing it, still damp, behind her back. “I wasn’t...I mean I was just, I wanted to...” She frantically made a blind grab for the bookshelf, sending a few more volumes sprawling to the floor to meet their brethren. “I-I just came to borrow a book!”
Luna raised a droll eyebrow and made no move to cover up or remove her sister from her perch. “At one in the morning, Twilight Sparkle?”
“Y...yes?” Twilight ventured, “I mean yes! Y-you know how I am! Burn that midnight oil with all my books! Books! That...that I love to burn oil with! I mean...I mean read! Read my books! Eh heh heh…”
Luna schooled her amusement into a harsh expression and merely tilted her head. “Then tell me what book that is you are borrowing.”
The statement was not a question. Twilight glanced over the title and paused, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“Well?” Luna asked impatiently.
Twilight scrunched her nose quizzically and read the title aloud, “Venus in Furs...? Is this about astronomy or something...?”
Celestia, who was by now beyond mortification, mumbled helplessly and buried her face into her sister’s shoulder. Luna continued to bemusedly lead Twilight on.
“It is a maudlin tale about bondage and submission,” the Moon explained, “Penned by the hand of a man named Masoch, whose name would eventually create a new word for our language - ‘Masochism’. That is what you intended to borrow from your teacher in the middle of the night, Twilight Sparkle?”
“I, uh...” Trapped by her own weak lies, Twilight could do little more than bow her head and let out a deflating sigh. “...y-yes?”
Luna became quickly convinced that if she rubbed Celestia and Twilight’s burning cheeks together, she could create fire. Twilight’s bare, dainty pale feet were already shuffling out into the hall. While stroking her sister affectionately, Luna addressed the new arrival again.
“It would be rude, student of my sister, to barge in unannounced and then simply vanish, would it not?”
“I, well...I guess so...” Twilight meeped.
“Since you have already let yourself in as far as your teacher’s private bedroom, we invite you to come further.” Luna beckoned with her finger, “Won’t you?”
Twilight’s eyes were everywhere, but her feet shuffled back into the bedroom. She stepped over the pile of books and soon found herself a mere step from the regal, canopied bed.
Her smile simmering, Luna finally dislodged herself from her sister and laid the bound, helpless princess down on the bed. Luna sat up and took her time stretching, her arms akimbo and her legs parted enough to give Twilight a good view of the still-throbbing erection between them.
Twilight’s eyes followed the impossible organ like a charmed cobra. “H-H-How,” She sputtered, “How did you...?”
“Do not worry about that now,” Luna interrupted. She rose, her hips swaying as she closed the distance to Celestia’s student at a swagger. Maintaining her authoritative air, Luna reached out to caress Twilight’s shoulder and ran her hand down her arm, until fingers became a vice somewhere south of Twilight’s elbow. Luna tugged.
“Don’t be shy,” The moon princess encouraged. “I know what you were doing before you got carried away and knocked those books over.”
Twilight swallowed, “Y-you do...?”
That clenched it. If Luna had any doubts before, they were dispelled with that simple admission. Luna increased her pull until Twilight’s hand came free from behind her back. Delicate, tapered fingers, wet with the juices of Twilight’s arousal, suddenly rose into their mutual field of view. Gaping as though she weren’t even certain whose hand it was, Twilight flexed her fingers and watched as Luna turned them towards her and slipped the longest one past her lips, taking it into her mouth down to the knuckle. Dazzled, Twilight watched and felt Luna sucking the finger clean. When Luna’s lips finally retreated, she spoke.
“Much like your teacher, your body does not lie,” Luna swept her arm towards Celestia without looking at her. “I may not know you as well as my sister does, Twilight Sparkle. But at the moment, it is not difficult to surmise what’s going through your mind.” Luna’s voice softened, “You are curious. So curious, that if I were to invite you to lie with your teacher and I, you would be hard pressed to turn me down.”
“Wh-what...?” Twilight’s blush somehow managed to deepen even further. She tugged weakly, but her limp wrist remained in Luna’s grasp. “N-no I...o-okay listen,” She admitted, “I...I was...um...watching for a while, but I-I couldn’t, I mean--” She waggled her chin at the bed, where her bound and gagged teacher was still watching her, “--this is a private thing between the two of you, I don’t have any business--”
Luna cut the protests off by selecting Twilight’s index finger and simply slipping it into the student’s own mouth, still wet, to silence her. Twilight’s eyes went wide.
“You were doing more than watching, Twilight Sparkle,” Luna grinned. “Your blooming flower tells a different story than the one coming from your lips.”
Finally Twilight met the deep recesses of Luna’s commanding gaze. Her eyes lidded, then closed; she suckled, drawing her own arousal from her finger until Luna no longer needed to hold Twilight’s wrist in place.
Luna considered the enchanted necklace as she sandwiched her erection between her corset and Twilight’s open top. Was it the magic that kept her stiff? Or simply the desire to dominate the ones she loved? She shrugged and pulled Twilight close, running her hands down the small of her back and over her cotton-clad bottom. Twilight stared up, spellbound, still sucking on her own finger like a child.
Luna brought one hand back up and smoothed Twilight’s head of straight, raspberry-striped violet hair that hung nearly down to her rump. She drew close, making as if to take Twilight’s lips, but a series of muffled grunts drew her attention. Intrigued, Luna turned her head to find her big sister, naked, gagged, bound and plugged, up on her knees. Celestia’s brows were turned up and her grunting was persistent.
“Mmnf…mm…mmnmnfff…”
“Oh?” Luna tilted her head. Twilight, looking on, was still captured in her embrace. “You wish to speak, Pet? Mm…very well.” Luna raised her hand, and with a simple glow of magic, Celestia’s scrap of nightie fell away from her face. Celestia was eager to speak, but she forced herself to respectfully lay the panties on the nightstand with her mouth rather than spit them out. Her voice finally restored, Celestia bent low, touching her chin to the mattress before her sister.
“M-mistress please,” The well broken-in crown princess softly proclaimed, “She’s my student, and she’s…” Celestia managed to look at Twilight through the haze of her embarrassment, “…she’s very special to me. Please let me be the one.”
Luna raised a brow. “‘The one’?” She knew what her sister meant, but she wrapped her arm posessively around Twilight anyway. “You may not. Not until you fully explain what you mean. In the presence of your student.” She was toying with Twilight’s hair now, “Do you want her enough to lay bare your true feelings, Sister?”
“Y-yes, oh yes Mistress, I’d do anything!” Celestia whimpered. She made herself look at the two who stood above her, not averting her eyes or shying away. “I…th-the truth is…I…fantasize about…my student and I…” Celestia swallowed. Searched for and found the rest of her words. “I-I’ve always wanted to…b-but please Mistress, just like with her studies, she needs to start off with a gentle hand. N-not with…the joyful beatings my Mistress gives me…”
Twilight couldn’t believe her ears. Unintentionally she spotlighted Celestia with her eyes and gaped at her. “P-Princess Celestia…” She muttered, “…m-me…? R-really…?”
Luna ignored the bewildered student in her grasp. Her attention was on Celestia. She reached out to condescendingly pat Celestia’s head. “You’d do anything?” She repeated. “Including allowing your Mistress to share the toy you love so much, that’s still invading you as we speak, with your student? Or perhaps, even share your student with your Mistress?”
Twilight’s exasperated gaze passed back and forth between the princesses. “Wait, what?”
Celestia wiggled her backside to stress her reply. “Yes Mistress, of course…please take it from me—” She stopped abruptly when the rest of her sister’s comments hit home. Her ears perked, but she fought down the reaction and leaned in to gently nuzzle at Luna’s waist, and then Twilight’s in turn, her touch as light as a brushing of silk over flesh. “I…of course Mistress, anything…j-just please, may I teach my student this new lesson…”
Luna took her hand from her sister and gestured again. Her fingers began to glow along with a spot between Celestia’s fleshy cheeks that Twilight couldn’t see – but Twilight’s eyes couldn’t possibly miss the midnight blue cylinder that slipped from Celestia’s backside and began to float towards her.
“That…wait…” Twilight swallowed, “That…that’s huge…!”
Luna couldn’t suppress a giggle. “I would call it average, Student. I take it you don’t know the joys of your other hole.”
Twilight, quelled by the correct accusation, fell silent under it. The toy levitated closer…and then abruptly ceased its journey, hovering in midair.
Luna bought the toy to eye level and examined it. With its ribbing and considerable length, it was originally intended to be placed in a different hole, but that was, if anything, all the more reason to use it the way she had been. “No,” She shook her head, “This will not do. This filthy thing might be worthy of you, Pet, but it is not worthy of anybody else.”
The toy turned and floated back, until the tip was prodding Celestia’s lips. Celestia stared at it, going cross-eyed again as she tried to bring it into focus.
“Show me that you will indeed do anything for the favor you ask, slut.”
With no resistance possible from the now magically-inept crown princess, Luna captured Celestia’s lips in the glow of her magic and wrenched them apart. The toy, with purposeful slowness, slipped into Celestia’s mouth, obliging her to suppress her gag reflex as it found a new home, vanishing all the way to the mark of the moon at its base.
Celestia, bewildered, did nothing but stare helplessly up at her sister and her student. Luna frowned. The glow around Celestia’s lips vanished, but the toy remained magically-bouyant.
“I will let go of this device,” Luna warned her sister, “If it falls to the ground, I will be very disappointed in you, my pet. You will demonstrate to your student how devoted you are to your submission.”
Celestia nodded and wrapped her lips tightly around the toy. The aura of magic disappeared. Under her own power, Celestia bent down and anchored the butt of the toy against her mattress for leverage. She then began to fellate it, cleaning it thoroughly as her Mistress bade her.
Twilight stared, but Luna could see curiosity on the student’s face that eclipsed her shock. “You see?” Luna gestured to the hardworking Sun, “By day she is your sovereign and your teacher. By night, she fantasizes about you, her student, while she submits to her little sister – who is her better. And she does so willingly.”
“I just…” Twilight reached towards Celestia but dared not touch her. Luna didn’t let her finish. She drew close to Twilight’s ear, and with her tongue, traced Twilight from lobe to chin along her jawline. “You’re going to share something intimate with your teacher,” Luna cooed. “What was so recently in her, will soon be in you.”
“B-but—“
“Shhh,” Luna’s hand wormed down to Twilight’s azure panties. “Don’t fight it. You’re far too excited and curious for that – I can feel your heart beating in your chest without even touching you there. Even if I let you go, you wouldn’t leave. Would you?”
Twilight felt the fingers playing at her petals. She sighed deeply – looking away, she shook her head.
Luna chuckled with approval, toying with Twilight’s femininity before retracting her hand and standing back. “Take off your clothes,” She ordered. “While you’re here, under me, you will be naked from head to toe. Only I shall have adornments.”
Luna purposefully never took her eyes from Twilight. She folded her arms over her corset and simply waited, allowing student to observe teacher hard at work.
“O…okay…” Twilight let the word escape on the heels of a luscious sigh. With a simple rolling of her shoulders the open top slipped away, revealing her modest, perky breasts – each capped by an already tight nipple. She hooked both her panties and her bottoms with her thumbs and slowly stepped from them one leg at a time, her supple thighs and damp womanhood kissed by the warm air of the room as they came into view for all to see.
Luna tugged on the toy with her magic, silently instructing her sister to let go. When it floated away, Luna stepped behind Twilight and spoke.
“Up on the bed, on all fours,” Luna commanded. “Don’t worry. You are my pet’s favorite. I will be gentle.”
Twilight could feel the toy’s magical aura behind her. She stiffened and hesitated, trying in vain to look at her own behind without jerking her body out of where Luna had placed her.
Noticing her student’s hesitation, Celestia managed to get herself up onto her knees. She smiled lovingly at her student, red marks still at the edges of her lips from the tightly-tied gag that had been there.
“It’s alright, my student,” Celestia whispered. “You’re going to enjoy this. Trust me as your teacher.” She leaned forward and placed one chaste kiss on Twilight’s forehead. “Just let it happen. I promise we’re going to have a wonderful time together.”
Twilight’s smile was sheepish as she felt a warm cascade of lubricant being applied to her backside. “I…I know…” She whispered. “I’m just a little nervous is all…”
Celestia leaned in, encouraging Twilight to rest her chin on her teacher’s shoulder. She then slipped back, pulling the shoulder away. Twilight, not wishing to give the scent and feel of her teacher up, was drawn into a crawl onto the bed, until she was properly displayed for Luna on her hands and knees. “Shh,” Celestia cooed. “Just relax your muscles and you’ll be fine.”
Twilight didn’t even realize how tightly she was clenching her backside. When the rounded tip of the toy began to prod at her pucker, she obediently relaxed her lower half, stiffening up top only when the toy began to sink in.
“…ngh…ahh…”
“Shhh,” Celestia whispered again, “You’re doing very well. I’m very proud of you, my student.”
Praised by her teacher, a silly shock of joy caused Twilight to bite her lip and giggle even as the toy invaded her. Its contours rubbed her in unfamiliar ways – for a moment she lapsed into confusion, but once the device finally hilted her, she found herself panting, eager for more. Luna smirked audibly, and an instant later the toy came to life, twitching and buzzing inside Celestia’s student. Instinctively Twilight clenched, her muscles attempting to dispel the object, but its magically-engorged base made the evacuation as impossible for her as it had been for Celestia.
“…a-ah…th-that…” Twilight muttered, nuzzling hard into her teacher’s shoulder. Celestia, back to being the responsible educator looking out for her junior, smiled gingerly at her sister and wiggled her bound wrists.
“May I, Mistress?” Celestia offered slyly.
Luna nodded, and Celestia’s bonds slipped loose. Luna then slipped up on the bed, propped up a few pillows, and sat back to get comfortable. A slight magical aura captured her penis, blatantly providing her with the enjoyment of a casual touch as she settled in for the show.
“Mistress is watching you both,” Luna said while lounging. “Put on a good show and entertain me.”
Freed from her bonds, Celestia enveloped Twilight in a tight hug that made the smaller girl meep. Celestia ran her hands all over her student’s form, exploring her contours in ways she had wanted to for so long.
“I can’t tell you how glad I am you walked in on us, my student,” Celestia whispered into Twilight’s ear, “We might never have shared this otherwise.”
Celestia curled her index finger around Twilight’s chin, raising her head until they were finally eye to eye. For the first time that evening, Celestia felt her submissive smile morph into a grin, while Twilight, her capillaries on fire, searched the depths of her teacher’s eyes.
Celestia pulled Twilight in and claimed her already half-parted lips. Their sweetness rivaled even Luna’s, and soon the crown princess was tilting her head and gradually feeding her student more and more of her writhing tongue. Twilight’s own tongue circled the Sun’s in an irregular, clumsy orbit, but she eventually ran out of room to move it – taking immobilization as her cue, Twilight suckled from the royal tongue that filled her, milking out a smattering of lewd smacking noises. Celestia doubled her grip, mashing Twilight’s softness into her until two pairs of taut nipples were nuzzling one another in greeting.
For a time, the only sounds in the room were the muffled buzzing of the toy inside Twilight, and the connection of teacher and student by the lips, which was already rapidly increasing in tempo. Luna sat, lazily stroking herself with her magic, a finger thoughtfully to her lips as she enjoyed the coupling of pet and student. Finally the performers parted, and Celestia traced Twilight’s trembling lips, licking away a strand of saliva that had survived the journey. She pushed slightly away from her student and reached out to cup Twilight’s breasts, one in each hand. Pleasantly amused by the unfamiliar modesty of Twilight’s size, Celestia kneaded each of the fleshy orbs, massaging them as she captured each nipple in a firm pinch between her index and middle fingers.
“…o-ohh…” Twilight gasped, instinctively arching her back and baring her chest for more. Her knees parted, and from the close vantage Celestia could as much smell the arousal on her. The Sun leaned in to kiss Twilight’s forehead and let out a whisper.
“Lay back,” She instructed softly, shifting Twilight slightly so a cushioned post of the canopy bed was aligned with her back. “Lay back for me…”
Twilight, her normally sharp mind reduced to mere putty to be molded, slipped from her knees and pressed her back up against the post. All four bedposts were wrapped in luxurious padding in the same morning sunrise colors as the rest of Celestia’s bed. To the servants it was a subtle, if perhaps eccentric bit of decoration, but to Celestia, it was a convenience for just such an occasion. Twilight, her feet flat on the mattress, parted her legs without thinking and peered weakly at her teacher from between her own pale knees. Celestia, her smile never faltering, crept on all fours towards the passion-inebriated young lady and lowered her head, making a show of taking a deep breath of the scented love rising from between Twilight’s thighs.
“Mmm,” Celestia scrunched her nose with the delight of a connoisseur at a high-class restaurant. She drew her fingers lightly over Twilight’s inner thighs and gently parted them further, revealing the glistening, puffy petals of her arousal. Celestia made another show of taking a deep breath, drawing closer, and giggling up at the darting eyes of her student when she reached out to flick at Twilight’s folds with the tip of her tongue.
Princess Celestia wasted no time beyond that. Passion welling in her chest, she buried her lips and nose into the engorged womanhood that awaited her, blocking out all scent save for that upon which she fed. Sparing only a moment to trace Twilight’s outer and inner walls, she burrowed deeply, digging with abandon at her student’s tender depths; the long licks of her skilled tongue not forgetting to rub against Twilight’s button as they passed.
“Nghhahhh…!!” Twilight bucked against the toy in her rump and jerked her hips, forcing herself not to accidentally kick her benefactor as she accepted the assault. Shamelessly her body lathered her teacher’s face with the slippery warmth of mating, her walls clenching as if to grab the tantalizing tongue and draw it inside. Celestia followed the road map she knew well, opening wide to wiggle nearly halfway into her student before pulling back to spin over the nucleus of her bloom, only to plunge in again.
“Prince…Princess Celeestoohh…” Twilight whimpered and bit her lip, trying to steel her features, but to no avail – she had already primed herself under the delicious guise of voyeurism minutes before. Cries that could not be contained churned in her breast and burst forth from her lips as she arched her neck, leaving her with little recourse but to bay at the moon like an animal while she lost herself to vaginal spasms and the throes of climax.
Celestia slid her hands under her student’s rump, caressing the softness of Twilight’s bottom as she slowed her licks and draws, carefully bringing the newcomer down from the peak of release. When her task was finally complete, Celestia placed a final, playful kiss at the peak of Twilight’s opening and glanced up at her, giggling with a carefree demeanor that nobody would ever see in court.
“Oh my student,” Celestia grinned, rising back to her knees to survey Twilight, who had since slid down the bed post nearly onto her back. “You have made me so happy this night.” Celestia reached out to stroke at Twilight’s cheek, the latter’s gaze averted and obscured under her bangs as her breasts heaved with the flow of fresh air. “From this day forth, there’s no longer any need to hide this from you. It will be so wonderful to be able to truly have you to do with as I please—” She glanced over her shoulder at Luna, “—as we please.”
Celestia closed her eyes to take in a deep breath, but an unexpected sound brought her back into the moment.
Laughter.
A giggling-tingly singsong sound like a child’s initial reaction to the Hearthswarming present of their dreams caused Celestia to glance quizzically down at her student. Twilight, her eyes still averted, heaved not only with her breathing but also with the curious shudders the sound brought on, and a look of concern marred Celestia’s brow.
“Twilight…?”
Celestia reached out towards her student, but Twilight’s arm shot up, her fingers wrapping like a manacle around Celestia’s wrist. Startled, Celestia yanked back, but Twilight used the leverage to pull herself clear up to her knees, mashing her body into Celestia’s as she gazed into her eyes from mere inches below.
Twilight’s grin was broad. Her eyes were doused in the tempered, steely resolve of desire, half lidded, and her countenance was no less than sultry – her other hand still vice-gripped to her teacher’s wrist.
“Oh Princess…” Twilight cooed like a kitten, “…you have no idea, just no idea at all…”
Celestia’s expression worked back and forth between puzzlement and concern. “I don’t know…what? Are you well, Twilight?”
Twilight nodded vigorously, her raspberry stripes bobbing out from the matted sweat at her neck to coat her back. “I’m more than alright…” She whispered, bathing Celestia in hot breath as she caressed her like an oversized puppy. “You just don’t even know how many nights I’ve wanted this…how much time I spent rubbing myself silly in doorways, not even caring who might stroll by, because I was captivated by every move you made, you and Princess Luna…”
Celestia was shocked, and it showed on her face. “You, this…this is not your first time watching us?”
Twilight could only roll her chest into Celestia’s in response, ‘humping’ in an odd sort of way with her breasts. “No no no…” she breathed, her fingertips dancing across Celestia’s cheek. “I’ve seen it so many times…and I’m so sorry I never told you before, but you might have gotten upset, and I just couldn’t give it up…every single night I spent here, I would always go to bed with such wonderful dreams, making you so happy…seeing to the needs you can only care for in private…”
Celestia flushed. “M-my needs…? My needs are—”
“To serve,” Luna interrupted, her hand coming down on Celestia’s shoulder. “Your needs are to serve and obey your Mistress, Sister. That is what you student is referring to.” She glanced at Twilight for confirmation, and received a nod before continuing. “She is saying that she’s seen you and I together many times, and she wants more than for you to simply pleasure her. She wants to give you the same release that I give you.”
Twilight’s broad, bubbly smile would have put Pinkie Pie to shame. She rubbed up against her teacher like a cat, “Mmhmm, that’s it exactly,” She confirmed.
Sandwiched between her sister and her student, Celestia sought to fit the pieces together. “How…how could I not have known this…?” She mused aloud, honestly surprised. “I…I thought I knew you so well, my student…”
Luna only shrugged. “I admit I didn’t know it either. You know I wouldn’t just casually peruse the dreams of the student you hold so close to your heart, Sister.” She made a clucking noise with her tongue. “My though, the things we do learn in coitus.”
Celestia fell silent. She watched Twilight rub and nuzzle at her breasts like a badger looking for a warm burrow, but the everpresent, lewd grin on her student’s face made Celestia see something more in the innocent movements. Luna pressed her still-excited erection into the small of Celestia’s back, and then reached around her to play with Twilight’s hair.
“What do you say, Twilight Sparkle?” Luna asked coyly. “How far would you go in order for your teacher’s Mistress to share her beloved pet with you?”
“Sh-share…?” Celestia repeated the word incredulously. Twilight looked up. From the valley of Celestia’s breasts, she pierced her teacher with a disarming glare that Celestia never expected from such a source.
“Anything,” Twilight responded evenly. “I’d do anything. Please share your pet with me, Princess Luna.”
“B-but, wait, I--”
Luna turned her sister’s chin and took Celestia into a deep, mollifying kiss. When she pulled back, the crown princess had returned to a state of silent panting.
“Better, Pet,” Luna approved. She drew close to her sister’s ear, humping her from behind while Twilight rubbed up against her from the front. “Listen well Pet, for your Mistress has plans for you.”
“…y-yes Mistress…” Celestia let the words flow out of her with the bubbling of her rekindled need. Luna went on.
“We have decided to share you with the eager girl before you. You will obey your student as you would obey me. Do you understand?”
“O-obey my…?” Celestia faltered. Twilight was giving her a hungry stare. It was a side of her student that Celestia had only ever seen when Twilight was devouring knowledge. Now that look was devouring her, and Celestia found herself shrinking before the pairs of eyes on her.
Luna brought a hand up to brush Celestia’s cheek, just as Twilight was brushing the opposite one. Seeing an opportunity, Twilight rose from her teacher’s collarbone, bringing her lips closer and closer to their goal.
“Shhh…” Luna whispered. “Let her claim your lips, Pet. I know how easily you melt into submission under a passionate kiss. Your student has watched us many times, by her own admission. She knows it too. Let it happen.”
Celestia was more aware of the leash still dangling between her breasts than ever before. She felt a tug, and without being able to see, she knew that Twilight had wrapped the leather strap around her wrist. Twilight drew in and pressed her lips home, drawing a submissive mewl from her teacher that signified surrender.
Twilight said nothing. Drawing back out of the kiss, she placed a steadying hand on Celestia’s chest. Twilight then brought up her other hand, which flared with the glow of magic that was sealed away only to the Sun, grunted, and began to wrench free the now quiet toy from her rump.
“My,” Luna commented, “How quickly she learns. Seems your other mistress has mastered your favorite toy already, Pet.” She chuckled, “Now you’re the only one among us too weak to separate yourself from it. However-” Luna reached around and placed two fingers on the butt of the toy, bracing it against Twilight’s levitation magic. “This will not do. What permission have I given you, Twilight Sparkle, to remove my girth from within your body?”
“I…I just thought…” Twilight managed, still acclimating herself to the words. Her hesitation flared anew as she presented her explanation. Luna wondered just how much of a voyeur Twilight had been in the past, and raised a brow.
“You intend to place it inside your pet?”
Twilight nodded weakly.
With a coy smile, Luna placed a single finger on Twilight’s chin, turned her head, and took her lips, pressing her tongue deeply into the student’s mouth until Twilight was obliged to suckle again. When she pulled back, Twilight was quivering slightly, loss of control in her eyes. Luna pushed gently on the toy, encouraging Twilight’s rump to take it back inside.
“It seems I need a second suppression ring,” Luna said, inches from Twilight’s face. “Until then, you will show your devotion to your teacher and I by keeping your magic away from what is mine.” She squeezed Twilight’s rump, “This is mine, and I will invade it as I choose. You will relax your muscles and accept it where it belongs, until it is anchored back inside you. Now.”
Twilight, reduced again from predator to prey, shivered with the touch of the greater mistress. She became still and relaxed, as Luna’s magic enveloped the toy and pushed it back into her rump, inflating the anchor and restarting the vibrating gears. While Twilight was whimpering softly under the renewed invasion, Luna turned to Celestia.
“And you,” Luna stated simply. “Show your student how dear is your desire to obey her.”
Celestia hesitated, but Luna shifted position and raked her down the spine with her nails, eliciting a delightful gasp from the Sun. Celestia closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, pushing out her chest and putting herself on proper display. She felt the rope brushing staunchly at her wrists. She brought them together, crossed behind her back again, and allowed her student to bind her.
Twilight brought her fist up to make it plain that she had hold of Celestia’s leash. “Good,” She said simply. “Turn around. Chin on the bed…Pet.”
Celestia shuddered at the very word as it traveled to her ears from the lips of her own student. “…yes, Mistress,” She obeyed, touching her chin to the mattress again.
Luna, intrigued now, sat back against the pillows at the head of Celestia’s bed and amused herself with magical stroking once again, But Twilight’s attention seemed to wane from the task at hand. She was looking around on the floor. When whatever she was looking for came into her field of vision, she brightened like a lightbulb, concentrated her magic, and levitated two objects that had found their way down to the carpet.
One was the strip of addled purity that had once been Celestia’s nightie. The other was a pair of azure panties. Twilight’s panties.
Both objects floated before the crown princess, who stared respectfully up at them, understanding instantly. Twilight wanted everything Luna lorded over Celestia. Everything that made her teacher’s heart skip a beat.
“Open up,” Twilight whispered again, her demands softer than Luna’s but no less insistent. “It’s where Mistress’s panties belong…”
Celestia absorbed the words, nodded softly, and opened wide as the wadded up garment slipped into her mouth. It was followed up quickly by the tight knot of the strip around her lips, tied behind her head to keep her new Mistress’s secrets deep within. Robbed of her speech again, Celestia could only whine with approval, curving her spine and pushing more of her backside out for Twilight to enjoy.
Luna’s attention was on her sister. She bopped the gag with the tip of her enchanted masculinity, only to have Celestia stare helplessly up at her. “Oh?” Luna smiled, “Do you want it?”
Celestia nodded, nuzzling the tip ineffectually. Luna merely ruffled her elder sister’s hair and chuckled.
“Perhaps after your student has had her fill of you for the evening, slut.”
Luna indulged herself in prodding her sister’s face, teasing her with what was just out of her reach, until a raspberry glow, brighter than before, drew the Moon’s attention. Luna glanced up, and for the first time that evening, Celestia saw her sister look…surprised.
“Mnf…?” Celestia muttered, curious but hesitant to raise her chin from where it had been placed. She watched as Luna’s face metamorphosed from inspired awe to a cunning grin, and the stroking of her sister’s mane increased in intensity.
Luna clucked her tongue again and spoke. “I must say, my Sister, that your tutelage never ceases to amaze me. Or perhaps your student is even more the embodiment of magic than ever we could imagine. It took me weeks to figure out how to do that.”
“Duh whuh?” Celestia muttered. She waited for Luna to stare in a direction she could not see, nod, and finally slip her finger down to Celestia’s chin, lifting it.
“Go on, Pet,” Luna said simply, “Look at it.”
With no hands to brace herself, Celestia forced her back to straighten and lifted her head, straining to stare over her shoulder. There on her knees, just as she had been before, was Twilight Sparkle…
…with differences.
The glow from Twilight’s hands was still fading, but around her neck was an exact duplicate of the necklace Luna wore. Twilight was leaning forward slightly, and the metal disc was spinning slowly from its suspension. Celestia could see that both the cloudy hologram and the runes on the other side were perfect matches. The Sun dared to look down, but from overtop her own rump she could see little but the very tip of a stiff, bulbous head, poking up from just above the curves of her own behind.
Twilight wrapped her hand around her brand new penis, just to feel the curious sensations as she drew her fingers across it. She jumped when she found her own foreskin, but the expression was quickly replaced by a knowing smile as she stared over at Princess Luna.
“This is amazing,” Twilight commented. “H-how this feels, it’s so new…”
“Indeed,” Luna replied, presenting her own and favoring herself with some gentle stroking in return. “Going from the sexual desire to be filled to the desire to fill is something that is new even to me. I must admit,” She glanced down at the tip that was still prominently staring back at her, despite having already deposited its seed once, “I wonder if I truly am as insatiable as this…organ suggests.”
Twilight waved the comment off and launched into her usual kneejerk theoretical explanation, casually stroking her teacher’s naked rump as though the topic were as innocuous as the weather. “Oh, it’s probably because our brains aren’t wired to have a penis or something. Or maybe it’s just not supposed to soften at all while it’s there—” She angled her shaft towards Celestia’s rump cheeks and rubbed it through the lubrication between them, shuddering as she did so. “I-it’s a spell that creates an object for a reason after all…mmm…”
Luna laid a hand on Celestia and pushed her head back down to the mattress. Celestia lowered herself and settled in, preparing for the inevitable, but her student surprised her yet again as Twilight’s hand came down hard on her teacher’s already red rump, giving rise to a new stinging sensation. Celestia whimpered, and Luna watched as Twilight hungrily ran her hands along the contours of Celestia’s waist and hips.
“Mmh, you just have no idea…” Twilight was practically drooling, “You’re like fine parchment from a ten thousand year old book of Equestrian history and magic…”
Luna made a face, but decided not to comment. From Twilight Sparkle, such a compliment was tantamount to a declaration of undying devotion.
“…so full of information…” Twilight nearly drooled, pressing her erection in to hump at the lubrication as she ran her hands all over Celestia’s back, “…I could just read you for hours…”
With no further ado, Twilight pushed her twitching tip down and bit her lip as it began to disappear easily into her teacher’s already damp flower. Celestia gripped instinctively against her invader, and Twilight rolled her eyes nearly into the back of her head.
“O-ohh…oh you’re just as s-soft as I thought y-you’d be…”
With no mind for Celestia’s comfort, Twilight roughly and quickly plunged herself in until the flesh of her taut tummy smacked up against her teacher’s backside. Her hands continued to explore, but when she began to forage through the jungle of Celestia’s locks, she suddenly took up a handful of hair and yanked on it so hard that Celestia was pulled nearly all the way back up to her knees, gasping against her gag with a combination of pain and pleasure.
Twilight’s hand found the Sun’s rump a second, and finally a third time, as the student’s eyes narrowed inversely to the brightening, sly smile on her lips.
“Y-you tease me every single day I’m around you,” Twilight admitted, ramming home clumsy thrusts as she spoke. “Sometimes a-after our studies I have to…go back to my room and touch m-myself for hours, w-when I could be getting something else done…”
Luna folded her arms and tilted her head, curiously listening to the admissions that flowed from her sister’s student now that the dam had been broken. “Mm,” She commented, “How shameful that is.”
“Y-yes it is,” Twilight agreed, gasping as she pistoned her hips into a rhythm and marveled at the indescribable sensations milking at her spire. “Sh-shameful for you,” Twilight yanked on Celestia’s hair again, ramming her point home in more ways than one. “L-leaning over me all the time, wearing all those w-wonderful scents…th-the way your robes hug your body…ugh, wh-who could resist that…i-it doesn’t even matter what you have between your legs…”
Luna grinned. “Do not hold back, Twilight Sparkle. Right now, she belongs to you.”
“Y-your fault I…g-get so horny…” Twilight called the crop over from the box and grasped it, slapping Celestia’s backside with it. “Y-your fault I can’t take my hands off myself…th-thinking about groping you when I grope myself…”
The crop came down again. Celestia’s moan was as delicious as any who could hear it would have expected. Twilight abruptly let the crop fall from her grasp and clamped both her hands down on Celestia’s hips, wadding the soft flesh in a hard grip.
“Y-you should b-be p-punished…nngh…” Twilight moaned as she pummeled her teacher’s womanhood, “F-for teasing me…y-you’re gonna lay there and t-take me…o-ohh…”
Luna fingered the tip of her stoic head as she casually watched teacher and student copulate. She could see Twilight’s expression crack a bit; the young one was determined to take her teacher, but it was clear she was losing herself in sensations that even Luna was having a hard time controlling - and she was driving her new pet hard. Luna scooted across the bed on her knees and laid a hand on Twilight’s back, stroking her hair against her bare spine.
“Yes, that’s it…take your teacher and make her yours…” Luna purposefully made the words drip over Twilight’s shoulders like honey. She concentrated, and the midnight glow of her magic washed over the two lovers until they were both in its thrall. Luna then forced the speed and depth of Twilight’s thrusts to slow, much to the student’s frustration.
Twilight opened her eyes weakly, pleasure dulling her brain and encouraging her not to resist. “…P-princess Luna, p-please…”
“Shhh,” Luna stroked Twilight’s naked back again. “Relax…”
Impaired by lust, Twilight accepted the magic as it washed over her, allowing its aura to solidify around her enough to move her limbs on its own. Celestia too gave herself to it. When they finally came to rest, Twilight was on her back, propped up comfortably against the pillow pile at the head of the bed – the toy yanked from her rump and cast aside. Celestia was straddling her from atop. The instant Luna let her power go, the pair of lovers began again, Celestia rolling and grinding her hips as Twilight slid her hands up her teacher’s stomach to knead at her breasts.
Luna didn’t stop there. She was behind Celestia in a flash, rubbing her erection in the same place Twilight had moments before.
Luna brought the bottle of enchanted, warming lubricant over and drizzled the remainder of it over Celestia’s hands, bathing her fingers in slippery silk as she pushed her shaft into Celestia’s grasp.
“Prepare your other Mistress,” Luna demanded evenly.
Celestia’s wrists jerked against her bonds as she massaged the last of the lubricant into the penis that throbbed in her palms. She wrapped her hands around it and gave it several appreciative grips as she coated the head, foreskin, and base in a thick layer of transparent viscosity, until Luna finally pulled away.
Celestia tensed, whimpering as her student sent her into climax. Her strength ebbing, she nearly collapsed forward, but Luna grabbed her tresses roughly and yanked them back. Crying against her gag, Celestia found herself deeply impaled by her sister’s girth even as she pressed her back up against the Moon’s chest.
“…mghh…hahh…hahh…!”
“This is what you want to be reduced to Sister,” Luna rumbled as she reached around and roughly grabbed at her sister’s jiggling bust. “The only one without speech. The only one without magic. Helpless and desperate for the embrace not only of your sister, but your own, precious student.”
Luna took Celestia by the cheek and angled her head down. “Look. Look at her.”
Twilight had given herself over to moaning. Her elegant, feminine hands were snapped tightly around Celestia’s hips like manacles, and she was ramming herself upwards with such abandon that her rump was almost losing contact with the mattress. Her chest was heaving with her puffing breaths, and she was completely lost in the bliss of the moment.
“See how happy you make her, by imparting more to her than just your knowledge,” Luna commented. “You want your student to be happy, yes?”
Celestia, who was already riding out a second orgasm that the overwhelming thrusts gifted her with, nodded stiffly. “Mm…ohmmm…mmhmm…”
“Then,” Luna went on as she pumped her sister’s rump almost in time with the hammering at her blossom. “…th-then Mistress will have you…create regular, special study sessions with your other Mistress…ngh…”
Twilight found the wherewithal to blink some cognizance back into her eyes. She gazed up at her teacher with a sly grin, still pounding her furiously, and dug her fingers even further into Celestia’s reddening hips.
“N-next time y-you t-teasssahh…tease me…” Twilight managed, “…g-gonna t-take you to my room i-instead of…g-going there myself…m-make you b-belong to your student again…o-ohh…”
Celestia moaned against her gag, nodding vigorously as the constant fullness in all her holes drove her in a passionate chain over to a third release.
Twilight could feel the welling inside her, the need so foreign and yet so familiar. She lost control of her spasms, grabbed hard, and planted Celestia down on her, piercing her to the core just as Luna wrapped her arms around her sister’s waist and rammed against her as deeply as she could invade. Everything but their mutual cries ceased, and the two hungry erections began pumping out jets of warm, creamy life, each one painting and claiming the inside of their respective channel.
“Mmgh…hahh…hahh…” Twilight, still emptying her churning desire into Celestia, spoke up weakly. “Princess L-Luna…d-does that spell…i-include a fertility blocker…?
Luna, who was mashing herself against her captured sister, panted out a response, “I…d-do not kn-know…” She chuckled, “It was…n-not my first priority to r-research that detail…”
Twilight’s grin was nigh-wicked. She reached out to stroke Celestia’s soft stomach, playfully teasing it with her fingertips. “…I guess we’ll find out!” She looked up at Celestia brightly, “You don’t mind, right Pet?”
Celestia was hanging limply in her sister’s arms, making Luna look as though she was snuggling a life-sized plush doll. She mumbled, glassy-eyed, and simply shook her head ‘no’.
“Well,” Luna slipped her hand down to Celestia’s hips, encouraging Twilight to let go one hand at a time, “I believe our pet has served us well tonight. We may want to let her retain at least some strength for the grueling duties of office, would you not say?”
Twilight, her cheeks bright with afterglow, agreed. Together, sister and student freed Princess Celestia from her bonds and laid her out naked on her own bed, above the covers, to catch her breath and sink into exhausted sleep. Luna gathered up the toy box and made for the door back to the sitting room, but Twilight couldn’t help smoothing her teacher’s hair and kissing her once, tenderly, on the forehead before she finally followed.
Back before the crackling hearth, Twilight Sparkle clicked the door to the bedroom closed and let out a powerful stretch that ran the length of her body, from the spread fingers high above her head to the tiptoe posture of her feet. Sighing with refreshed relaxation, she went instinctively over to sun herself by the fire.
“Mmm, I’m not even all that tired,” She commented idly. “You’d think I would be, but that was just…I’ve been wanting to do that for so long that I can’t seem to turn my brain off now,” She chuckled, grinning broadly into the flicker of the flames.
In that moment, Twilight suddenly became cognizant of her situation. She was still stark naked, and as she looked down to check, the penis between her legs was still eagerly twitching up at her, despite its scented coating of semen and the juices of her teacher. She flicked it once with her fingers and shivered as it sent another playful wave of passion through her.
“I…” Twilight turned around, looking suddenly lost, as though she had only just grown the spontaneous organ and was trying to grasp what had happened. “I-is it supposed to still be…like this?” She blinked, “Oh…! Oh I left my clothes in the bedroom too, I should get those—”
“No,” Came a sudden, harsh reply.
Twilight, who had already begun to move, stopped short and looked to the sofa. Luna had enthroned herself there, sprawled out with one leg up and the other dangling, her toes brushing the rug. She still had her corset and the necklace - thus a prominent erection, also smelling of her sister, remained taut between her legs. Luna waggled a beckoning finger at Twilight.
“Come here,” The Moon said simply.
Twilight obeyed, mostly out of curiosity, and stood before the couch, no longer embarrassed about what Luna might see. “Yes…?”
Luna’s grin was smooth. She was fingering an object that jangled slightly in her grasp. “Student of my sister, you are bright, but not as perceptive as you may think. You did not even notice our falsehood earlier.”
“Falsehood?” Twilight tilted her head. “What…what about?”
“While it is true that I do not peruse your dreams out of respect for my sister,” Luna explained, “I am not so much the fool to not see the obvious when it is under my nose. And you aren’t much better with subtlety than she who instructs you.”
Twilight blushed. Her eyes were drawn to the jingling, and she observed a collar of soft purple, complete with a ring, that very much resembled the one Celestia had been wearing before. It bore a tag with Luna’s mark, just as the other had, but as Luna turned it over in her fingers, Twilight could see that the moon tag was tinkling against a second tag.
A tag with Twilight’s mark.
Twilight felt herself go as red as she had when she was first discovered with her hand buried in her panties. There was no way Luna had prepared such an ornament spontaneously.
“You, um…” Twilight weakly pointed at the collar, “…you knew?”
Luna smirked “Do not be silly. With the looks in your eyes when you are both together, it is very much a mystery to me how the entire palace is unaware of your desire to share a bed. Assuming that they are not simply keeping silent merely out of decorum.”
The very idea sent Twilight into a spiral of mortification. Luna held out the collar and jingled it purposefully again.
“Do you like it? Take it then. It is a symbol of your new relationship with your mentor.”
Twilight hesitated, curiosity as usual getting the better of her. “Why is…your mark on it too?”
Luna was waiting for the question. She sat up and patted the cushion beside her. “Sit.”
Twilight sat rigidly, her rump at the edge of the seat and her legs together as Luna began to gather her hair and slide it over her far shoulder. With the raspberry stripes out of the way, Luna slipped the collar around Twilight, securing it at the base of her supple neck. Bewildered, Twilight tried unsuccessfully to look down at the tags that now sat overtop of her conjured necklace.
“Because there is a price for allowing you to keep my sister as a pet, student,” Luna finally answered. “While that tag is upon my sister’s collar, it shall denote to all that she belongs to the both of us. But my tag upon you,” Luna snerked, “…will tell all with the privilege to view it that you are mine.”
“Y-yours…?” Twilight placed her hand on the tags just to feel them between her fingers. “I…b-but I—”
“Shh,” Luna cut Twilight off and silenced her with a finger to the smaller girl’s lips. She drew close, and with bewilderment still in Twilight’s eyes, Luna cupped her cheek and took her into a deep, swirling kiss. Twilight’s lips parted automatically, her eyes closing as she accepted the offered tongue and mingled with it, jolting only when she felt Luna’s hand daintily playing with the tip of the commanding erection still between Twilight’s legs.
“It is as I have told both you and your teacher before,” Luna whispered, pulling out of the kiss to blow into Twilight’s ear, her fingers flicking over one of Twilight’s stiff nipples, “Your bodies do not lie. Under me, both you and my sister can experience levels of bliss together that you didn’t even know existed. You already know it to be true.”
“…uh…” Twilight felt the haze settle on her mind again, dulling her thoughts as her eyes came into focus over the head that Luna was stroking. “…uh huh…”
Luna kissed Twilight’s forehead. “Do not fear. Your teacher already knows how. Just give yourself to me, and in return you will have everything you’ve ever wanted…”
Luna placed her hand on Twilight’s enchanted necklace. She tugged on it roughly, knowing that while he magic surrounded it, it would not break.
“It is time for this to go,” Luna said simply. “Hold up your hand.”
Twilight’s breasts heaved slowly. Slipping into the web of Luna’s seduction, she held her hand up, palm out, and watched in awe as the ring Luna had placed upon Celestia earlier now settled on her knuckle. There was a strange tingling sensation, as though somebody had wrapped Twilight’s entire body in Velcro and was now gently tearing it away, a piece of her in the form of her power going along with it.
Luna yanked on the necklace again. Inert, the bauble easily tore free from Twilight’s neck. A cascading sensation like nerves doubling over and stroking themselves warmed Twilight’s body, and when she looked again, there was nothing between her thighs but the already weeping flower of her womanhood. Luna slipped her hand under Twilight’s thigh and lifted it, while at the same time scooting her until she was on her back, her legs lewdly spread. Luna, on her knees, interposed herself into the space created by Twilight’s thighs, rendering her unable to bring them together again.
Luna reached down and caressed Twilight’s cheek, making sure her strong and insatiably virile penis could still be seen by the girl beneath her. “In truth,” Luna grinned, “I have wanted you as well. I appreciate your closeness to my sister and thus I allowed that to occur first, but it is now my turn, and I will be the first to feel you from the inside.”
Twilight’s eyes glimmered with the sparkle of midnight. “…y-yes princess—“ She amended, “…M-Misstress Luna…”
Twilight lifted her legs further. Placing her hands on Twilight’s shins, Luna touched her tip to Twilight’s slick blossom and was swallowed almost instantly, Twilight’s channel eager to welcome her and guide her to the deepest of her secrets.
“O-ohh…” Twilight mewled, “…P-princess…M-mistress Luna…”
Luna reveled in the warm, soft sinking sensation until she finally brushed against Twilight’s cervix and could enter no further. She was amused to find that she wasn’t even in all the way, and she made a point of making this fact known.
“Mistress is greater than you,” Luna smirked, brushing Twilight’s sweat-matted bangs from her face. “You see? You can’t even accommodate all of me.” Luna began to move, and Twilight accepted every thrust with gracious, silken hugs for her invader.
“…a-ahh…o-ohh…nghh…”
Luna began to piston, giving rise to squishy smacks of arousal. “Mmh, such a shame my sister is asleep,” She muttered against the sensations, “Now that I know how different you both feel on the inside…i-it would be nice to share that with her…nnhh…”
Twilight did not respond. She hooked her hands under her own thighs just to pull up on her legs, assisting the invasion; her attention on the union with her new mistress.
“…o-oh…P-princess Celestia…” Twilight moaned.
Luna took no offense. Grinning, she merely rubbed the back of her hand over Twilight’s cheek and then planted both hands to either side of her head, leaning over to force the angle and push herself in slightly deeper.
Luna paused to savor the expression of lost bewilderment on Twilight’s face, appreciating how the student could so easily move back and forth between dominance and submission. She would make an excellent ‘middle-ground’ toy, playing the roles of both mistress and pet, and Luna was quite impressed with how Twilight applied her quick study skills even to debauchery. There was a soft shuffling noise – Twilight was too lost in arousal to hear it, but Luna glanced up towards the bedroom door, following the sound.
There in the doorway, mostly obscured by darkness, Celestia stood. Her soft nakedness caught the moonlight, giving her a pale, almost glowing countenance; her supple curves were partially obscured, but only by the wisps of her now disheveled locks as they caressed her form. Her eyes were lidded and her blush was heavy. Hovering somewhere in the horny haze of sleep, her expression spoke volumes to a sister who had known her for so long, and so well. Luna only smiled softly at her elder, but this time, she let her be. Without words, the Moon knew that the Sun had battled her way through exhaustion and gone as far as to feign unconsciousness, simply to enjoy the view of the two people closest to her in her life making love.
The sisters shared a knowing smile. Luna turned her attention back to Twilight, smoothing back her bangs and putting on a good show of it.
“You want my sister for a pet,” Luna whispered, inches from Twilight’s face, “but you are not entirely above being taken either. You would like it if I had my pet do this to you someday, wouldn’t you.”
“A-ah…y-yes…” Twilight tersely agreed, nodding more times than were necessary. Luna’s stare was deep and fathomless.
“Look at me,” She ordered. “Look into the eyes of your Mistress. You’re about to climax, and you’re going to learn to associate that pleasure with thoughts both my sister and me.” At that moment, Luna finally waggled a finger in the direction of the bedroom door. “Sister. Come to me. Come and watch your student lose herself to my seeding.”
Twilight gasped as her eyes fell on the unexpected approach of her mentor. Her eyes were darting around, but she finally met Luna’s gaze. Instantly Twilight’s jaw went slack. She was caught in the rays of the Moon, and her body would allow her no escape until it had been properly seeded. She was paralyzed such that she could do little but bite her lip and hiss out a whimper, even when Luna gifted her with her first female orgasm of the evening.
Celestia squatted, giggled, and reached out to stroke Twilight’s stripes. “It is well, my student. Give yourself to my sister. I want very much to see you in lost to bliss.”
With perfect understanding of Twilight’s body, Luna angled herself to rub against both her button and the roof of her opening at the same time. Luna moved in a series of pausing strokes, gradually drawing her new charge, breath by breath, towards her next spasmodic release. Then she exploded into action, wrapping her fists around Twilight’s wrists and holding her down while she hammered her with reckless abandon.
Twilight squealed and kicked, but her second orgasm took her strength, reducing her to a quiet, quivering, accepting puddle that Luna plowed deep. Holding Twilight firmly in place, Luna began to pump her full of the same sticky ropes that had flowed into her sister twice before, marking both pets as her own.
Luna pushed herself up and shook her head, tousling her starry locks and letting out a breath of relief. She glanced at the fire, still casually moving around a little inside the girl that was pinned below her.
Luna glanced over at Celestia, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking mirthful. “Mmm, I guess we will indeed see if there are any fertility-related affects to this magic, will we not, Sister?”
Celestia’s eyerims were heavy, but the bedroom look they displayed said she still had not reached her limit for the evening. Her movements were slower and more sensual - hampered by sleep, she put the exhaustion to good use and moved with the sublime, careful poise of a lazy cat, crawling on all fours over to her sister. Over the panting form of Twilight, the two sisters shared a lighthearted kiss of greeting. Celestia took Luna’s hand and placed it on her belly, smiling demurely.
“Well shall indeed, little sister.”
With an audible pop, Luna removed herself from Twilight and sat back on her haunches, waving at the hot seed that leaked from between her thighs. “I know what you want, Sister. A good pet always cleans up.”
Giggling again, Celestia favored Twilight with a single glance before slipping between her legs. Lying on the floor, the crown princess pressed her lips and nose to Twilight’s steaming flower and drew in a deep breath of her scent. Finally she nuzzled her student’s opening and began to lap at the deposited seed, teasing Twilight’s button with long, broad licks as she went.
“O-ohh...” Twilight murmured, quivering. “...hahhh...”
As a distant clock tolled four, Luna sat beside the prone form of Twilight Sparkle as it lay on the floor before the fire. Her necklace set aside, Luna lounged in her natural state, stroking Twilight’s head as her sister continued to take her time working at Twilight’s damp, puffy folds. The collar around the student served as her only garment, and it jangled slightly whenever she squirmed.
“Are you happy, my pet?” Luna offered as she stroked Twilight’s mane and watched the fire. Twilight’s head moved in a nod under Luna’s fingertips.
“Yes, Mistress. You have no idea…”
Luna giggled, “I think I might have some, at least. But it is not yet time to retire. This is my hour after all, and the two of you still have time to live in it.” The smile on Luna’s lips glowed honestly in the firelight. “I am very pleased with both of you tonight.”
As Celestia fed to the tune of squishing sounds, Twilight pumped her hips weakly and rolled her eyes, glancing up at the younger sovereign. Luna spoke.
“From now on, Twilight Sparkle, you shall have the most precious gift in all the land. You shall have my sister, to ‘study’ with in a whole new way.” She smoothed Twilight’s sweaty bangs, “But the price is belonging to me.”
Twilight’s grin was lopsided and impaired with lust. “...th-thank you Mistress...f-for sh-sharing your pet with me...studying is going to be so much f-fun now...”
“We have much to discuss,” Luna cooed as her hand slipped down to fondle one of Twilight’s taut nipples. “But there will be time. So much time, for us all to enjoy.”
Content to sit back and enjoy the show, Princess Luna conversed with her old and new charges as they made lazy love - working them into their new roles until just before dawn.