Exchange Rate Anon Ch6

Chapter 6

>On your way back to the ponies' makeshift palace, you decide to engage Annabelinda in a bit of conversation.
>You need to know more about her.
>Now seems a good time, with nopony around.
"So, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"
>"You know my true name.  You know that I am a qilin.  What else is there to know?"
"I'd like to know more about this true name business.  I have never heard of anything like that, save in some stories from my childhood."
>"Dragons and their progeny, even a half breed like myself, have true names, which are revealed to us in a private ceremony with the Tiamat during the dragon migration after our 100th birthday has passed.  Mine means "gracious, beautiful serpent"."
"So if you know the true name of a dragon or someone with dragon blood, you could control them?"
>"Yes.  That is what binds all dragons together.  We are commanded by Her not to harm one another, to conquer lesser creatures for our own gain, or to steal."
"She sounds very wise, and benevolent."
>You imagine what you could do with such an army at your command, and shudder slightly.
>"She is.  She is the eldest of all dragons, born from in the heart of a dying star, the same which gave birth to our world."
>Could that really be true?
>You really don't want to find out.
"Where is this Tiamat?"
>She stops, rising onto her hind legs, looking surprisingly human-like and raises her hoof and points up, at the sun, now high overhead.
"In the sun!?"
>"Yes, that is her home for 99 out of 100 years, when there isn't a migration happening."
>You REALLY don't want to meet her.

"How does she get there?  Magic?"
>"No, she is capable of flying there."
>You can't hide your surprise.  How the fuck can something FLY through space?
"That seems a little implausible.  The sun is millions of miles away."
>It's her turn to look surprised.
>"Master, I hate to be contrary, but even schoolchildren know that the Sun and Moon are only a few hundred thousand miles away.  It would have to be HUGE to MILLIONS of miles away and still appear as big as the Moon.
>That…makes a great deal of sense.  It still spoke of enormous power to move something the size of the Moon, but it wasn't so ridiculous as moving a fucking STAR around.
>But if it is that small, it can't be burning via fusion.
"So what causes it to emit light and heat?"
>"Her fire is as hot as the star she was born in.  The Sun glows because she lives on it, and need not suppress her fires there."
>Okay, you really, REALLY don't want to meet her.

>You turn back to Annabelinda, still standing on her hind legs, looking very fetching, more pony than dragon.  This is the first you had seen of her in the sunlight, outside of the unearthly blue glow of her cell.
>Her coat was a cool white, with patches of shining, reflective blue laid out in such a way that they resemble scales.  Actually, they might be scales, but lined with fur.  Her fetlocks, mane, and the tip of her tail all glowing a shimmering gold, like they were on fire.
>You approach her to examine her scales as she places her hooves back on the ground.  You notice that they are cloven.
>You reach out to feel the "scales" while she looks at you curiously.  Though the skin is smooth like a baby's bottom, when you press in a bit, you can see the source of the blue color through her translucent skin.
>"Master, what is it?"
"Are these…gemstones?"
>"Yes, dragons eat gems in addition to plant material.  The stones are integrated into their scales to make them tougher.  Since I don't have proper dragon scales, you can see the gemstones directly even at my age.  A dragon will tend to take on the skin tone of their favorite type of gemstone.  I, personally, prefer sapphires."
"Ah, I shall have to get you some then.  They look quite beautiful set in your skin like that."
>She blushed a bit.
>Seems she's vulnerable to flattery.
>As you were speaking a familiar looking squad of ponies came into the square, their helmeted leader casting about for a second, and upon seeing you started in your direction.
>You turned from Anna to face him.

"Ah, Captain Sparkle!  A pleasure to see you again."
>A grimace crossed his face.
>"The pleasure is all mine.  The Princesses request your presence in the palace."
>He couldn't hide his distaste.
>Guess he knows.
>Annabelinda, suddenly quite a bit larger, standing at your side, whispers into your ear.
>"He is lying to you."
>He is staring at her, an uncomprehending look on his face.
>"W.w.what is that?"
>You turn to face Anna, who has grown larger than you had seen her, standing as tall as you were on all fours, with flames of barely suppressed rage wreathing her entire body.
>"They mean to steal your possession and your freedom!"
"This, Captain, is my new enforcer.  I have instructed her not to kill anyone without my permission.  She informs me that you intend to take what is mine, both my money and my freedom.  Is that so?"
>"H..h..how?"
"I see.  I guess she was right.  Tell your men to drop their weapons.  I would hate for her to get any more upset than she already is."
>You were actually serious about that.  A quick glance back showed that she was now quite a bit larger than you, standing nearly as tall as Gigas, with her flames forming no longer flowing but forming a tight ball around her such that you could hardly make out her features.  The stone she was standing on was actually starting to melt.  She really was trying to stop herself from killing these ponies, but you weren't sure how long she could manage it.

>You hear a clatter of dropping weapons as Winter's guard ran for it, with their Captain not far behind.
>"Annabelinda, calm down."
>Her flames began to recede and she soon shrank back to her former diminutive size.
"That's a good girl."
>You pat her on the head as her flame halo disappears.
>She looks at you, her eyes placid.
>Guess that trick really does work.
>"Master, they were going to kill you if you resisted," she said calmly.
"I see.  How foolish of them.  You did very well, Anna.  I am proud of you."
>"Thank you Master."
>Something's wrong, she's not acting like herself.
"Annabelinda, you may now act as you were prior to my last order."
>You are going to have to get a handle on how to cancel orders without fucking up standing orders.
>She's useful, but it is clear that she is going to be a handful, even with this direct control mechanism of hers.  You watched Code Geass, and as such, you know quite well what can happen when your orders are taken as absolutes.
>It looks like she's back to her old self, a look of righteous anger on her face as she looks at the street where Sparkle's little troop had fled.
"Well, looks like the Princesses want to have their money and be free too."
"We need to talk with them about that."
>you add, darkly.

>You approach the first barricade.  It is manned by several confused looking ponies.
>This is confusing.  They should be absolutely terrified.
>You decide to try diplomacy first.
"Hello there!  I have an appointment with the Princesses."
>They are staring at your companion, who remains calm and regular sized, though her golden highlights seem on the verge of erupting into flame.
>"Yes, sir, we were informed, you may proceed."
>You turn to Anna.
"Anything wrong?"
>"No, Master, they have no ill intent..."
"But..?"
>"…but they are thinking very lewd thoughts.  Something about you and two large ponies..."
>Funny.
>Also weird.
>Perhaps Sparkle was acting on his own?
>In any event, you proceed through the barricade.  You receive the same treatment at the other two barricades.
>Could it be a trap?  Or maybe the guards just weren't informed?
>Best to be on your guard.

>As you approach the entrance, the two guardponies open the doors for you and Anna, again giving her some weird looks.
>The antechamber was mostly empty, save for a few more guardponies and a very worried looking older unicorn pony, wearing a tattered purple cape.
>Upon seeing you enter, he runs up to you.
>"Oh dear, Oh my, I just heard what happened!  Please accept my apologies, Winter Sparkle was acting on his own!  We had no idea he was planning to rob you and hide you in the countryside!"
"Your own men attempt to rob and possibly kill me, and now you speak to me as if you know me!?  I am starting to see why no-one has come to the aid of this country!"
>He is extremely taken aback by that.
>"My Lord!  I'm so sorry!  It was terribly rude of my to just run up to you without first introducing myself.  I am Logical Quill, Princess Luna's clerk.  The princesses asked me to escort you to the royal conference room, where they will accept your most generous offer!"
>Fat chance of that now.  It's going to cost them a lot more than everything they have to get you to help them now.
>Time for an offer they can't refuse.
"Very well, lead on then."
>Still looking very worried, he signaled to the guards to open the doors and escorted you and Anna into the theater.
>"My Lord, if I may ask, what is that enchanting creature you have there with you?"
>He's trying to calm you down with a little small talk.
"She is a qilin, dragonborne.  She is able to sense lies and ill intent, and responds to them by burning would be evildoers into ash and cinders.  Your Captain Sparkle and his ponies are only alive because I prevented her from killing them."
>He goes silent, completely cowed.

>You walk on, down the aisle, up the stairs to the stage, past the fake throne, and into the back of the theater.  Down the hall until Logical Quill finally stops.
>"My Lord, I do hope that you will forgive us for Sparkle's transgression."
>You remain silent as he opens the door and motions for you and Anna to enter.
>Inside, you find the Princesses, alone, standing beside a small table.  The only other furniture in the room is a large bed, covered in pillows.
>As you enter. They both bow deeply, all the way to the ground.  The door closes silently behind you.
>"My Lord Anonymous, thank you so much for honoring us with your presence."
>You ignore them and turn to Anna.
>She shakes her head.  They don't have any plan to harm you.  Excellent.
"Stand guard in the hall.  Don't allow anyone in without my permission.  Come and get me if anyone tries to get in.  You may defend yourself with non-lethal force if you are attacked."
>You turn back to the Princesses.
>Celestia was trembling, seemingly with fear.  You presume it is fear that you will withhold the money to restore their magic due to Sparkle's little stunt.
"Indeed, such guttersluts as you two are hardly worth any more time than it takes to deposit my semen inside of you.  Black whorse, come here and suck my dick.  White whorse, you have until the time that I cum to convince me to help you despite your vile treachery."
>You drop trou leaving your erect cock open to the air.
>"My Lord!  Please understand that former Captain Sparkle was acting on his own!  After your guardian displayed her power, he ran straight to us and confessed.  I immediately relieved him of duty."
>Luna had come forward, her eyes glued to your dick, her inner cumslut apparently having taken over.

>She takes you into her mouth gently, and begins to suck, her technique having actually improved since you last saw her.
"If you can't control your own people, I don't see why either of you should rule.  Demonstrate to me that you are a useful ruler by coming up with an appropriate punishment for Sparkle."
>She is agasp at that.  It seems she thought that being relieved of duty was a firm enough punishment.
>She is hesitating, not sure what to do, even as Luna deepthroats your cock.
"The cock is ticking, White Whorse."
>"Umm, uhh…" she stalls, looking increasingly panicked.
"You don't have a lot of time here.  Your sister is very good at extracting semen."
>She really is.  Has she…been practicing?
>Celestia steels herself.  Seems she's ready to throw Sparkle under the bus.
>"He will be your slave, and you can do with him whatever you like."
"I'm not a faggot, stupid white whorse.  I have no use for an adult male slave."
>She hesitates a moment longer, and you grab Luna's head and thrust all the way down into her throat.
>You already know what you want, but you will have to lead her to it, and before you cum.
"Think about what would hurt him more than anything in the world, something that will ruin his name and all who bare it, forever."
>She thinks for a moment, as Luna's eyes start to roll back in her head.  Then it hits her what you want.
>"Every pony who bears the name Sparkle, from now until the end of eternity, will be your slave."
>Luna tries to cough around your cock, unsuccessfully.
"That is good, but not enough.  You princesses must bear responsibility as well."
>She seems almost in pain, even as her sister is choking out on your cock, your firm hand not allowing her any breath.
>"As will all princesses…"
>You give her you best "more" look.
>"…and any members of the royal family, now and forever."
>You smile as you release your seed into a semi-conscious Luna, who chokes and sputters on it, appearing to climax as she does so.

"That is good, white whorse.  Tell me, does he have family?"
>"Yes, my Lor-"
"CALL ME MASTER, YOU STUPID SLUT!"
>She is on the verge of tears."
>"Yes, Master!  I'm so sorry Master!  He has a surviving daughter and a grandcolt and grandfilly, both young foals."
"Good, his punishment is to be meted out upon all of his subordinates as well.  Any of them could have stopped him, but they chose to participate."
>She looks like she will agree to anything at this point.  Her desperation is so plain that even a complete idiot could see it.
>You pull out of Luna's throat, wiping the remaining spunk and spittle on the side of her face and her mane, before pulling your pants back up.
>You reach into your pocket, and pull out the special box you received from the Mad Horse, setting it upon the table, and on each side, you place one of the pills with the pills from the skull and crossbones bag, and from the happy face bag..
"Now, each of you will take these pills, as a sign of submission."
>Celestia hesitates.
>Luna is only semi conscious, still riding what must have been an intense asphyxia orgasm, so you slap her, hard.
>She struggles a bit, but still fails to rise.
>You shrug, unzipping your pants
>You pull out your dick, which is still just a bit hard, and point it at Luna's prone form, and unleash a torrent of post-coitus urine, right onto her face as Celestia looks on in horror.
>This is enough to wake her, and she struggles to get away from the offending liquid.
"Open your mouth and drink, black whorse, or the rest will go in your mane.  Then you go on display."
>She hesitates a moment, so you begin soaking down her mane.  She tears up a bit, and opens her mouth, and you promptly redirect your stream into it.
"Good whorse."
>She is holding her mouth open, but she isn't swallowing.

"I've got quite a bladderful here, toilet slut.  Swallow that piss.  You will be licking the floor clean in a moment and you will use your body to soak up any that's left."
>She struggles for a moment, unable to swallow with her mouth open, spilling a bit on the floor.
>Then a thought strikes her, and she scoots forward, toward your pissing cock, and brings her head forward and glombs on to the end of it.  With that, she is able to contain the stream while swallowing at the same time.
>This is enjoyable.  You will have to do this more often.  Maybe source some asparagus to make it more unpleasant for her.
>You smile at the thought.
>She looks up at you as she gulps down the last of your urine, and smiles weakly in return, and runs her tongue along the bottom of your cock to squeeze out the last few drops of urine, before running it around it to clean it of any remaining urine.

>You didn't even tell her to do that.
>You pull your cock out of her mouth a second time and put it away, zipping up your pants.
"Now take the fucking pills or the deal is off."
>Luna sputters a bit, then rises to the table, which in addition to the pills you laid out for them, has some dumb treaty they wrote up.
>She quickly hoofs them into her mouth and swallows.
"Good whorse."
>She shivers with pleasure, her eyes going wide at the sensation.
"Now you, white whorse."
>She hesitantly walks over toward you.
>Her face radiates defeat as she looks sadly down at the pills.
>"These are poison pills, aren't they, Master?"
"Yes.  They will serve as training aids for the both of you, and ensure that you never rebel against me."
>A tear rolls down her cheek as the lowers her head to take the pills into her mouth.
>She looks up at you, lips quivering.
"Now swallow."
>She does.
"Good whorse."
>She trembles as the drug races through her system.
>You turn back to Luna.
"What are you waiting for?  I told you to clean the floors you lazy slut!  Put that worthless body of yours to some productive use!"
>She looked down at the floor, which was COVERED in urine.  The small bit she had spilled earlier had gotten all over her coat when she scooted forward through it, and had gotten spread around.  She was still dripping with it.
>She broke down in tears as she stooped to begin licking up her mess.  It was the hottest thing you have seen since you got here.
>You decide to reward her a bit.
"Good whorse."

>You turn back to Celestia, who is watching her quivering, disgusting sister with tears in her eyes.
>You grab her face and bring it to yours and kiss her deeply as the drugs continues to effect her.  She, somewhat surprisingly, returns your kiss.
>No, not surprisingly.  She doesn't have her money yet.
>And she's not going to get it.
>These stupid horses both took the pills before they had their reward in hand (or hoof, in their case).  This gives you more latitude to extract more concessions from them.
>Now its time to consolidate your gains.
>You break the kiss and turn back to the table, picking up the little treaty they had prepared and read over it.
>It contained all of the concessions you had demanded the day before, but it also had restrictions, like no public humiliation of the Princesses.
>What garbage.
>You tore it to shreds as Celestia watched in horror.
"No, you don't get to place restrictions on me.  You are MY slaves, and as such Equestria is MY kingdom.  My word is law, do you understand?"
>Celestia attempted a protest.
>"Master, we must maintain our dig…"
"Bad whorse."
>Her hooves flew to her mouth as she retched.  A little more extreme than you had wanted, but it will get the job done.
>You walk over to her as she coughs and sputters, overcome by nausea, yet unable to vomit.
>You place a hand gently on her head and kneel to look her in the eyes.
"You must understand, you are now my slave.  Any dignity you had is gone forever.  All that is left is pretension.  You can pretend all you like, but everyone will know you to be a liar in addition to a whorseif you do."
>She recovered from her fit, tears now streaming freely down her cheeks.
"You will accept your new role without complaint, and you will act as my puppet from this day forward.  Do you understand?"
>"Yes, M..master."
"Good whorse."

>You turn to Luna.
"Look at me, black whorse."
>She looks up at you, completely pathetic, covered in urine, semen, and her own tears.
>You dick has returned to full mast.
>You pull out your dick, putting it directly in front of her nose.
>She moves her head forward slightly, until her nose rested directly on it, and breathes in deeply.
"Luna, do you accept me as your Master?"
>Conflict works its way across her face.  Her degradation and humiliation seems total to her now, but her lust remains, and she knows that I will let her satisfy it to the absolute fullest extent.
>She hesitates just a moment longer, then looks up at you, her face pressed againstthe side of your throbbing erection.
>"Yes, Master, now and forever."
>You note a drip from her rear end.
"Then bow before me…"
>You turn to face Celestia.
"…both of you."
>They both bow, before you, all the way to the ground.
>It would seem that you have accomplished your mission.  Time for a little fun.
"Excellent.  I am very proud of both of you.  White whorse, I have decided that you will be my puppet for now.  You may make day-to-day decisions in my absence, but your are to consult me on any major decisions regarding the kingdom, do you understand?"
>"Yes, Master."
"Good whorse."
>You ignore her shudder of pleasure.
"Now then, Black Whorse, you will be accompanying me as my personal servant.  Your rank is completely gone, and you will be considered to be lower than the dirt you walk on.  Do you understand?"
>She shuddered, then answered.
>"Yes, Master, I will be your plaything, lower than anything else in this world."
"Good whorse."
>Reinforce that concept with pleasure.
>Speaking of pleasure.
>You lift her lips to yours and kiss her deeply.
>She returns your kiss without reservation.
>She seems almost born to be a slave.

>Actually, it seems too easy.  But you will take it for now.  Even if she were lying, your training will turn the lie into the truth.  Puss in Boots style.  Or maybe Pussy in Chains style.
>You smile at the thought.
"Now, it seems that you both have some idea of your place, it's time we got some business taken care of."
>You walk over to the door, and open it.  Anna is standing in front of it, but at her normal size.  No problems, apparently.
>Logical Quill is still there, loitering in the hallway.
"You there, unicorn, go and Winter Sparkle and his platoon to the throne room.  I want them in shackles.  It is time to pass judgement on them for their crimes."
>He hesitates for a moment.
"What the fuck are you waiting on?  The Princesses are my slaves now, so my word is law!  Get moving!"
>"Y..yes sir!"
>He turns and runs off.
>This is going to be fun.
>You return to the Princesses, who are comforting each other.
"As I said, we have business to attend to.  Come, whorses, to the throne room!"
>They rise, resigned to their fate.
>You lead them out to the throne room.
>You regret that you didn't have time to stop by the leatherworking shop.  This would be so much better with them in bondage and you holding Celestia on a leash.
>Oh well, that will have to wait.
>You walk out onto the stage.
>To your pleasant surprise, you note that a long line of ponies has formed.
>That's right, court was only cancelled through today, so the Princesses should be getting back to their regular schedule.
>You couldn't have planned it better.

>You motion to a guard offstage to come over.
>"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Get rid of this piece of shit throne.  These whorses will sit on the ground to conduct their business until such time as they can afford a real throne."
>He looks at Celestia, confused, as if anger was building.
>She simply nods to him sadly.
>He complies, attempting to drag it off the stage, but it is too heavy for him, despite being an earth pony.
>He looks at it for a minute, then gets on all fours in front of it, and bucks it as hard as he can, breaking the back of the throne, sending it to the ground.
>The ponies in line gasp.
"White whorse, come here.  You are going to be my chair for these proceedings."
>She looks sadly at the guard as he hauls the remains of her throne away, and then complies.
>She lays down and presents you her midsection to use as a seat.
>Good enough.
>More gasps from the audience.
>You speak, loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Black whorse, hold court while we wait for those brigands to be rounded up!"
>More gasping, and now a low rumble as the ponies talk amongst themselves.
>Anna walks out onto the stage and sits beside you.
>"Master, there are fleeting thoughts of your detention and murder within the crowd."
"Good girl.  Let me know if they become serious."
>"MY GOOD PONIES, WE WILL NOW HOLD A BRIEF NIGHT COURT PRIOR TO AN EMERGENCY TRIAL."
"Tone it down, black horse.  I'd like to be able to hear something other than your screeching by the end of the day."
>She looks at you, confused.
>"But Master, we must use the royal Canterlot voice when addressing our subjects."
"Bad whorse."
>She starts retching a bit.
"Don't speak back to your Master, toilet whorse.  You don't have a position any more.  You are merely acting as my voice because it amuses me, understand?  Your loudness offends my ears. You are not to use it in my presence under any circumstances."
>"Yes, Master."

"Now call up the first in line."
>"Yes, Master."
>She raises the volume of her voice, but not to an uncomfortable level.
>"Come forth, citizen of Equestria, and state your business!"
>Much better.
>The ringing in your ears gone, you can now enjoy the scene.
>A beautiful maiden princess, holding court absolutely soaked in your piss, trying her best to pretend nothing is awry, even as the citizen solicitor holds his nose and winces in disgust at the sight of her.
>Too bad it was a simple contract dispute, quickly resolved.
>The next solicitor had a more interesting request.
>"Your Royal Highness, I humbly request that something be done about the slaver Gigas, who has recently taken several members of my family afflicted by magic loss dementia.  His operation clearly violates the laws of Equestria, which state that no pony may be taken or enslaved without their express informed consent.  As they all suffer from a loss of mental capacity, I DEMAND that their slave contracts be invalidated, and that they be returned to me so that I may care for them."
>Luna looks conflicted here.  You guess that she knows that she is helpless to stop Gigas' operation.
>"We are most sorry, citizen, but there is nothing that we can do against Gigas, as his operation lies within the Griffon enclave.  You will have to take it up with them."
>You speak out loudly enough for all to hear.
"How cruel you are, Luna."
>She looks back at you, shocked.
"Come now, my little pony, tell me the names of your lost relatives, and I will see them returned to you."
>"Honestly!?"
"Of course, I never go back on my word.  And what is your name, good sir?"
>"I am Bundt Cake, duke of the Southern Canterlot region.  My younger brother, Chocolate, and his daughter, Cream, were both taken as slaves."

"Very well, I will see to it that they are free by tomorrow morning."
>"Thank you so very much, My Lord!"
"Of course, it is the least I can do for you good ponies."
>He bowed, not to the urine soaked princess, but to you, and deeply.
>There was an excited murmur in the crowd.  Apparently, no-one had ever retrieved a slave sold to Gigas before.
>It is good to show the "people" of your kingdom you power and kindness.  This will make things far easier on you.
>As Bundt walked off, he sneered a bit at the disgraced princess.
"Send the next solicitor."
>Luna is silent, looking down at the small puddle of urine which has dripped from her fur onto the stage.
>The next solicitor, a grey pegasus stallion with a blond mane, ignores her and comes directly to you.
>"My Lord, I am Steadfast Hooves.  I wish to apply to become a guard of Canterlot."
"I see, and why is it that you wish to become a guard here, Steadfast?"
>"My previous employer, Fat Cat, succumbed to Magic Loss Dementia, and is no longer able to pay my salary.  I have heard that the royal guards are more resistant to that disease than most, so I would like to join."
"I like someone who is straightforward.  How would you like to work for me?"
>"I would be honored, my lord."
"And what was your salary under Mr. Cat?"
>"Two bits per week, my Lord."
"Very well, I will retain you at a rate of four bits per week.  You will start tomorrow morning."
>"Yes, My Lord!  Thank you!"
>You wave him off.
>You are about to call the next solicitor when the doors at the front of the theater slam open and Winter Sparkle and his subordinates shamble in in shackles, surrounded by other members of the royal guard.
>You note that they seem none too happy about having to arrest their own.
>You may have to purge their ranks, if you can't win them over to your side.

>A quick count reveals that there are 11 ponies there in shackles, including Winter Sparkle.  Nine male, two female.  All with defeated looks on their faces.
>They are brought onto the stage, having been stripped of their weapons and tattered uniforms.
>You poke Celestia on her head.  She had been looking off to the back of the stage, in shame.
"You will preside over this trial.  You are to find them guilty, and sentence them as we discussed."
>Her look of soul crushing sadness would have stopped you cold if it didn't make your dick so hard.
"And I will be riding you for the proceedings."
>"Yes, I understand," she said, dejectedly.
"Bad whorse."
>She retches violently, drawing inquisitive looks even from the prisoners.
"You call me Master when you address me, you understand?"
>Shock sweeps over the prisoners, who were close enough to hear the exchange.
>Followed by anger.
>You ignore the soon to be slaves.
>"Y..yes, Master…"
"And so you know, if you keep your tail lifted for the trial, I will reward you."
>"W..what do you mean, Master?  I can't do that!"
"I would give you some of that PRAISE that makes you feel so good."
>You stroke her mane as you say the words.
>She shudders, the addictive nature of the drug wearing on her already weakened willpower.
>"I…I can't, I just can't, Master."
"Very well, your decision.  Now stand up, you have a trial to conduct."
>She stands, and you adjust yourself so that you are straddling her on her back.  She has some difficulty moving with you on her back, since you are about the same size.

>"My Little Ponies, it shames and saddens me to have to do this, but it seems that a number of my own guard, under my own captain of the guard, Winter Sparkle, have degenerated to the point of brigandry against a most honored visitor from another nation, one who seeks to help our nation out of our current hard times."
>She pauses to wipe a tear from her eye.  You're not sure if she is crying for them or for herself at the moment.
>"Captain Sparkle has confessed his crime fully and without reservation, and as such, his guilt is not in doubt, nor is that of any of those under his command."
>She stiffens a bit, while you continue to stroke her mane.
>"And therefore the purpose of this trial is not to determine guilt or innocence, but to determine the punishment to be meted out."
>She pauses.
>"In accordance with Equestrian law, the defendants have the option of being tried together or separately.  Those who wish to be tried separately from Captain Sparkle, please step forward."
>None do.  Loyal to the end.  That's fine, saves you time.  Your position on Celestia's back, while amazing in its symbolism, is really pretty uncomfortable.  You are really going to have to get a saddle made for her.
>She glances back at you, apparently feeling your boner expand against her back.
>You smile sweetly at her, and she looks away, back toward the guards.
>"Very well, you will all stand together then."
>She turnes toward the audience chamber.  No, she turns toward Logical Quill, who is seated in the first row.
>"Logical Quill, please read the names of the guilty."
>The aged unicorn stands on his hind legs and clears his throat.
>"Ahem, those accused are Winter Sparkle, formerly Captain of the Guard, First Lieutenant Southern Belle, Sergeant Mud Pie, Private First Class Snowball, Private First Class Joker, Private First Class Gala Apple, Private Mad Dash, Private Light Flutter, Private Gearhead, Private Rum Cocktail, and Private Blood Orange."

>She turns to them.
>"Do any of you have anything to say in your defense?"
>Winter Sparkle steps forward.
>"I have only one thing to say in my defense: what I did, I did for my country and to protect your royal highnesses.  I only wish I had gone further to save you such humiliation.  I take full responsibility for my actions, and those of my men.  I ask only that you spare them, and apply their punishments to me.  They were only following orders."
>He bows to her (and thus to you, as you are riding her), and steps back into line.
>"Anyone else?"
>They variously looked at her with defiance or looked down.
>"Very well, then I must now pass judgement."
>She again hesitates for a moment.
>"It is with great sadness that I must pass this judgement, which is far outside of the normal laws of Equestria.  You have offended a most powerful representative of a most powerful foreign nation, and thus your punishment will reflect their laws, rather than ours.  You, and all those who bear your family names, are hereby subjected to slavery under the mastery of Lord Anonymous, whom you would have murdered.  This punishment will continue in perpetuity, until the last of your respective lines dies childless."
>There is complete silence in the room.  You could literally hear a pin drop, if these idiot ponies had the ability to produce metal pins.
>Celestia turns her head to look at you with one eye.
>"What do you want me to do with them, Master?"
>Fuck, you may have rushed this.  You hadn't though through every possibility.  Damn you dick, and your hardon for slavery!
"Have them and their families rounded up and set in chains in the conference room.  I will decide what to do with them tomorrow."
>"Very well, Master."
>She beckons to officer in charge of the guards and relays your instructions to him.
>"Yes, your highness!" he proclaims, then leads the prisoners into the back.

"Well, that was fun.  Let us cancel court for now.  I have other plans for you two for the rest of the day."
>"Yes, Master." she replies, somewhat hesitatingly.
>She addresses the gathered throng of nobleponies and solicitors.
>"My good ponies, I am afraid that that is the extent of court for the day, again, please see Logical Quill to reserve your spot for the next court date, time and date to be determined.  But be happy!  Your Princesses have negotiated the return of alicorn magic..."
"Bad whorse."
>She starts retching mid-sentence."
"You are not to take credit for that which you have not done.  Give credit where it is due."
>She recovers shortly.
>"Yes, Master.  I'm sorry Master."
"Yes, you are."
>She blushes a bit, then corrects herself.
>"My apologies, but it is Lord Anonymous who has agreed to purchase the return of alicorn magic, and with it the means to free Equestria from the cruel clutches of the Minotaur!"
>Instantly, there was stomping from all the ponies present, surprisingly thunderous.  You can't imagine how loud it would have been with a packed theater.
>You lean down into her ear and whisper
"Good whorse."
>You were the only one to feel her quiver in ecstasy as your drug surged through her system.
>Her high wore down as did the thunderous hoof-stomping, before she spoke again.
>"I thank you, my good ponies, for hanging on through these hard times.  Court is now ended!"
>There is another round of stomping.
>You could get used to this.