Luna's visit to Sugarcube Corner (Vote Chapter)

The work of a Princess was never done, and that held true whether you were a Royal Princess or a Slutprincess. As much as Luna would have loved to stay behind and help Trixie and Starlight with all their preparations with the Whorepalace ad, there were simply duties that she had to fulfil, responsibilities that, as the Slutprincess of Whores, she had a royal duty to carry out. After all, it was as the pink one had said before, it was the whores and strippers of Equestria that had always appreciated her nights. They always took full advantage of the dark shadows and the late hours that Luna had painstakingly attempted to prepare for them.

So, it was her duty to repay that kindness. To repay that worship in the same way that a good Princess should. Just like all goddesses, it was her responsibility to answer the prayers of her most dutiful followers, to let them receive her blessings and ensure they were well taken care of. She was their goddess, and a good goddess rewarded her followers with her favour, whether in the form of advice, support, good luck, or simply a great show of her glorious godly ass. She found that the latter one was in high demand.

But, as Luna flew through the skies across Equestria she found herself answering one of these prayers of her wonderful, wonderful sluts. Like all sluts, they didn't realise they were summoning Luna, it was their dreams that summoned their Slutprincess, their subconscious calling out to her to answer their pleas. And tonight, one of those pleas took her to the Whorepalace's sister Strip Club in Ponyville, none other than the Sugarcube Corner itself.

As she glided down into the small city, she chuckled delightfully at the den of sin that was Ponyville. If she could remember the former rustic village before Applejack and Applebloom fucked up the timeline, she could see the nightlife of this rustic little town had changed dramatically. Under the influence of the Apple Family, and with the most loyal and diligent of their Master's horde living here, the quiet nights of Ponyville had changed forever, replaced with blazing neon, seedy back alley prostitution, and sex appeal on every corner. It was Luna's idea of heaven, a place worthy of being called the seat of the Slutprincess of Friends-with-benefits(still known to the public as the Princess of Friendship), and her master’s former base of operations. And she was so solely tempted to step out of the shadows and announce her presence for a night long orgy.

But alas, she reminded herself that duty and not pleasure had brought her to Ponyville. One of the whores of this place needed her help, and if Luna revealed herself too publicly, then she was sure to create a scene. So with great **** she resisted every temptation to shed her shadowy disguise and demand a lewd and lusty orgy of hedonistic pleasure, and made her way into Sugarcube Corner itself.

This place had also changed considerably. When one stepped inside this place now, it would be a shock to learn that it had once been a bakery. The only trace of its past as a store for confectionery goods was a small snack bar in the corner, overseen by Carrot Cake, the husband of one of the most famous strippers of this place. Now free of the public eye, Luna allowed herself to take her true form.

Her outfit was a silver royal dress, albeit like all the royal dresses of Equestria, it was not meant to inspire a sense of dignified awe, but to display every inch of her gorgeous regal body. Its silver fabric glittered like stars, outlined in golden trims. It was held at her shoulders only by a thin strip of fabric, leaving both her arms and the bulk of her cleavage bare for all to see. Her modesty between her legs was protected only by a thin silvery pelvic curtain.

She approached the bar counter, her ass swaying with a grace that she had crafted ever since Twilight had awoken her to her true purpose, one that she had had Celestia train her in herself so that she could better embody her purpose as the Slutprincess of the Whores. She knew that to become the true goddess her followers needed, she must become perfect. She must be the utmost example, the ultimate expression of allure and seduction.

But, she must also be a dependable goddess, one who served the needs of her followers and loyal whores. She could see the Carrot Cake's mouth dry with every step she took, but alas, she **** herself to put business before pleasure and made her way to the bar. Carrot Cake looked like his jaw might fall from his skull there and then, but ultimately, he **** himself to speak. "Princess Luna, how can I help you?"

"Slutprincess Luna," Luna said sharply. "We might have to pretend to have a separate title in public, but between closed doors where our Master's hoard is free to embrace our true purposes, it is Slutprincess Luna."

Carrot Cake nodded like a fool. "My apologies, Slutprincess Luna, it's just so many changes going on, it can be a little hard to keep track of them all."

"All is forgiven," Luna said. She looked down at Carrot Cake, Luna was over a head taller than the Earth Pony. "How are things with you and your family? Is all well in the Cake family household?"

Luna wouldn't reveal it to him directly, but it was none other than Carrot Cake's own daughter, Pumpkin Cake, who had drawn Luna's attention. She had sensed something off in the dreams of her loyal whore, a hidden insecurity of some kind. As a loyal and devoted whore of Luna's, it was the Slutprincess's duty to help her.

Carrot Cake's eyes drifted towards the table. "Well, I'm not sure what to tell you. I mean, I suppose Pound Cake and I have started to spend less time with the girls, but that's just the way things are going to be, aren't they? I mean my wife loves me platonically, but, of course, her body belongs to our Master."

If he had any resentment in his heart about his place in this hierarchy, he didn't show it, he seemed to accept it. Twilight had made sure of that as she used the Root of Loyalty on the Cake family; Carrot Cake, a father and a husband loyal to his family, was easy to mold into his new role, position, and loyalty in his family. Cup Cake loved her husband as she did originally, but ultimately, her body, mind, and love were rightfully their Master’s. He was a lucky pony to be allowed a piece of her after he had claimed her as his own. As he should, stallions like him certainly would not be mistreated in their Master's society, but they simply could not serve their Master in the way that he needed to be served. Their Master was simply straight, so this was a natural state of things; to serve as workers and protectors of his hoard.

"Of course, my dear. But what about the stripper women in your family? I assume they're all taking to their new family tradition well? No issues with Angel Cake becoming the new matriarch of your family?" It was a natural state of affairs, Angel Cake was born from their Master's seed. It was only natural that Angel Cake be the owner of the strip club. Just like how Rose became the ruler of the Crystal Empire, Angel Cake would only naturally ascend to lead.

"It's taken a bit of getting used to, but the strippers all love her. She's well loved by all the girls here, but that might be because she's fucked them all so well." He was smiling with a gentle sort of fatherly smile.

"That is good to hear, and what about Pumpkin Cake?" But Luna's question was interrupted by the aforementioned stripper approaching them with a wide, curious look in her eyes.

"Is that you, Slutprincess Luna? Did you say my name?" A very confused Pumpkin Cake asked, walking towards the Slutprincess. She was wearing her typical stripper outfit, black latex that squeezed her sizable breasts and hourglass body. She had certainly taken to the new family business well, but unlike her half-sister, there was an air of playful innocence to this stripper, at least on the surface.

But Luna had sensed in her dreams a certain insecurity; the way her dreams had shaped and taken form held all the typical signs of worry and insecurity. Luna might not know the root cause yet, but she felt she owed it to one of her most loyal and sinful whores to get to the bottom of it. That being said, to do so in front of this young mare's father, or in front of the crowds of lusty mares who'd come to sate their lusts, would not be a great place to do it.

Fortunately, Luna, being a Princess, would not have any issue solving this problem. She flashed a fan of Equestrian notes, enough to make dear Pumpkin's eyes simply bulge out of her skull. "How much is it, dear, for a sweet private dance?"

"Oh, well, normally a lot cheaper than that." Pumpkin Cake admitted, flushing deeply. Luna smiled and simply placed the notes into the fishnet straps in her panties.

"Then you should consider the rest a bonus, now, would you kindly take me to your finest VIP suite?"

She was led into the basement of the strip club. When Sugarcube Corner had been a humble bakery, this had been Pinkie Pie's personal party rooms, where she had kept meticulous notes on the hobbies, preferences, desires, and favourite activities of all the mares of Ponyville and especially her friends so she might throw them the best, most fun parties imaginable. Like many places related to the Element of Laughter, it seemed to defy common sense. The rooms seemingly stretched for miles and yet somehow were crammed under a humble bakery.

But that was before Sugarcube Corner's renovation into the Sugarcube Strip Club, and before Pinkie Pie had moved to Luna's own personal Whorepalce in Canterlot. Now, this place had been converted into the VIP rooms of Sugarcube Corner, a series of curtains kept the patrons modesty like the changing rooms of a clothes stall. Whilst nowhere near as decadent or extravagant as the VIP rooms of her own Whorepalace, they still were quite fashionable. A reflection of the vast wealth that the Cake family had now achieved by their ventures into the sex industry, each private room was like a small Saddle Arabian tent, with fine silks and royal fabrics.

Luna herself noticed that the wine and **** they had on display were also no cheap beverages, but Luna herself had little interest in them. Her attention was, of course, drawn to the stripper entering behind her. Luna could tell that Pumpkin Cake was nervous though, there was a slight fidgetiness in her fingers and her eyes seemed to be just as restless. And not just because of Luna's glorious dark behind, either.

Taking her seat on the plush cushions, Luna took a moment to admire her lady of the evening. Pumpkin Cake had closed the curtains behind them and was just struggling to pull her top off her bountiful tits, no easy task when her tits were so large and her top so small, but that just made the treat when she succeeded all the more delightful to behold.

"What a wonderful pair of tits, my dear Pumpkin Cake. You ought to be proud of them, we could see you doing great things to our Master’s cock with tits as great as these,” Luna assured Pumpkin Cake. Once, she might have considered this attitude horrifically lewd and crass, but now, it was a sincere compliment that sent Pumpkin Cake’s cheeks a rosy pink.

“Why, thank you, Luna, I do try to make them look good.” She started to dance, but it was tepid. Like she was dipping a toe into water, trying to get a feel for the experience.

“You seem nervous, dear girl,” Luna said, her voice soothing, almost motherly in nature.

“Nervous? Why would I be nervous? I’m just dancing for the Slutprincess of Whores herself! Why would I be nervous about stripping for royalty?” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them, and Luna smiled patiently.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, my dear, it’s only natural to be shy. But, you should embrace the fact that you’ve got a pretty young body that can be used to drive our Master and his mares wild.” Luna said, but Pumpkin Cake didn’t respond as positively to that as she hoped.

“I suppose,” she said, eyes fixed to the floor. Luna frowned, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Forgive me for saying this, but you do not seem as sure in your words as you are supposed to be. Is there something perhaps that is the matter?”

Pumpkin Cake chewed her bottom lip; she was struggling with the decision, that much was all too plain for Luna to see. Eventually, the truth escaped her lips. “Have you seen my sister?”

“Dear Angel Cake? Only in dreams we must confess, but she seemed to be a fine sex **** to our glorious Master.” Luna said starting to see a potential cause of this problem, it was one the Slutprincess of Whores knew all too well. Just as she had been living in the shadow of Celestia for so much of her life, it seemed that poor Pumpkin Cake was living in a similar shadow.

Pumpkin Cake's next words only confirmed that suspicion. "It's just, have you seen her? I mean, I've been given the same training to be a stripper like her, had the same teachers in that pocket dimension, the same resources, the same opportunities, but whenever I shake my ass or bounce my tits, I always feel like a kid playing dress-up compared to her."

Luna nodded sagely. "Tis a feeling that we are all too familiar with. The feeling of being overshadowed, of not being able to compete with our sister. We are sure you've heard the advice not to compare yourself to her, but alas, we would be quite the hypocrite if we were to suggest it. It's hardly useful advice, not as easy as it seems."

Pumpkin Cake nodded, she had forgotten about dancing for Luna's entertainment. Not that Luna minded, her purpose here was related to business rather than pleasure. Instead, she sighed, throwing her arms to the ground. "You're telling me, it's the oldest advice in the book but isn't it only sensible? I mean we grew up together, had all the same advantages I did, so if she's better than me, then..."

Luna rose to her feet, cupping Pumpkin Cake's cheek in her hand. "My dear, you should not be too hard on yourself. You are aware that Angel Cake has certain advantages, being the daughter of our Master. She was born of our Master's perfect seed, that gives her a biological advantage. It is why our Master's seed is so valuable, worth so much more than gold or gems (though perhaps not worth more than one very particular diamond). Well, that and because it simply belongs to our Master and it is a sign of his magnificence."

"Yeah." Pumpkin Cake admitted. She knew it was true, but that truth didn't change her heart and fears. It could not change the thought that she was somehow lacking. "It's just, she's so damn good. She can do things I could never even dream of. I mean the other day there was this prude, and I mean a shy, prudish never even thinking about sex kind of prude who was in town and Angel Cake was all like 'I'm going to make that bitch mine.'"

"A worthwhile endeavour."

"Well yes it is, and believe me, Angel's always like that. Whenever she sees a nice, sweet mare you can practically see a light bulb appearing over her head and her licking her lips. She's practically addicted to seducing the sweet and innocent and she's damn good at it as well. It doesn't matter who they are or how impossible it would seem, she would just mark her target and a week later that girl will be here to shake her ass in the club. I mean don't get me wrong, it’s hot as fuck, but-"

"But you can't do that." Luna said sagely. Pumpkin nodded and Luna gave an apologetic smile. "Back when we were young, Tia and I would often have many challenges thrust upon a young Equestria. Potential conflicts, tricky bits of economic policy, diplomatic blunders. Oftentimes, I would find my head swimming in all the chaos and confusion but my sister would always find a way through it. And do it in such a way that made it look easy."

How naïve Luna had been back then, how young and foolish. She may have been so distracted by her own insecurities that she had overlooked that Celestia was ever so subtly planting seeds that, over centuries, would grow into the erotic utopia that they knew today. Preparing in secret for their Master to rule all of Equestria and soon the world, but alas, back then, Luna had not realised what the true dreams of Equestria were, nor her own true purpose as the Slutprincess of Whores, so she couldn't have been allowed to know.

"Yeah I get that." Pumpkin Cake admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Perhaps the worst part of some level was that we knew that Tia wasn't doing anything wrong. That we had no true right to get upset, that she didn't deserve our anger or our envy. We dared not speak our feelings aloud for fear that we would show our true petty and jealous side, we buried those feelings in a vain attempt to appear more noble, and less petty than we were." Luna sighed and started groping Pumpkin Cake's tits between her hands. Such a gesture within their Master's harem could be sexual, yes, but it could also be motherly, comforting, or it could be a means of letting out one's own frustration. Luna was doing a combination of all three right now. "But burying that seed only gave it the soil to grow. It lurked within the back of my mind and one day grew to become a shadow that would one day become Nightmare Moon."

Luna let out a long sigh. "I have no regrets of course, such a course of events worked out in my favour. For a thousand years, Celestia was given a free hand to mould Equestria into the erotic Utopia that our Master will be free and now, we may use our alternate counterpart as our personal sex ****. We assure you that for all of Nightmare Moon's vile wickedness, her cunt tastes divine."

"I mean if it tastes anything like yours, Slutprincess then I wouldn't be expecting anything less."

"Indeed, but alas it didn't change the fact that by trying to repress my urges and my frustrations, it ultimately only allowed them to grow and fester. You would have so much more to gain by being honest, my dear, by letting your sister know of your fears so that they can't be allowed to eat away at you." Luna suggested, and Pumpkin seemed receptive to the idea, but still, some hesitation held her back.

“It’s just I don’t want to upset her or hurt her feelings. I’m worried that-“

“That you’ll never be able to live up to me?”

Pumpkin Cake froze at the distinct sound of platform heels striking against the floor behind them. She didn't need to turn around to know who the voice belonged to. Even from her hoofsteps, she knew that it could only belong to one woman. Sure enough the curtains of the VIP room were peeled back and it was none other than Angel Cake who entered. She wasn't meant to be dancing at this time of night, so she was wearing her 'casual' wear. A leopard print dress that bore more cleavage than it concealed, with a fishnet like mesh that covered across her ample bust.

"Angel? It's not like that, it's just-" Pumpkin Cake was turning red, her words were starting to babble out of her mouth faster than she wanted. "This-this is supposed to be private."

Angel Cake gave a good-natured roll of her eyes. "To other clients, perhaps, my sister. But I've never had a client at this place who would ever turn down the chance to have two strippers service them instead of one."

Her predatory eyes turned to the Slutprincess, her tongue trailing across her lips. "And I just had to know why the Slutprincess requested you specifically. It was surprising, to say the least."

"Afraid of being upstaged?" Pumpkin Cake said with much more venom than she had intended to. Her arms were folded and her gaze was shimmering with anger at the discussion, which only ended up pushing up her breasts and making her look cuter than she intended to. "Or was the possibility of somepony wanting me instead of you just impossible for you to think about?"

Angel Cake gave a laugh, it was a somewhat condescending laugh like the ones that Luna would hear in these new 'animes' she had heard about. But Angel Cake did not show even the slightest hint of true envy or insecurity. Whether because she wasn't feeling it or because she was able to hide it, Luna didn't know. Angel was a master manipulator after all, it was a talent that came with being such a master seductress.

"Angry? Jealous? Moi? Of course not, my dear Pumpkin. Quite the opposite in fact. I was proud! Proud to see my dear sister catching the eye of a Slutprincess herself." Angel Cake assured her, walking into the room and closing the curtains behind her. A part of Luna wanted to say something, to interfere, but she also knew that this conversation needed to happen, and that it might be best to let nature take its course.

"And you still decided to interrupt." Pumpkin Cake grunted, like a little sister angry at her big sibling. Angel Cake might be technically born after Pumpkin Cake, but it didn't show. Angel Cake simply had confidence, an allure, and presence that made Pumpkin Cake curl up into a ball before her sister's influence. "You couldn't just let me finish, couldn't let me have this. Hearing that the Slutprincess wanted me rather than you was just too much for you."

Angel brushed a hand through Pumpkin Cake's mane, her jasmine perfume filling Pumpkin Cake's nostrils. Pumpkin was trying to stay angry, trying to keep her mouth scowling, her cheeks puffed out, and her feet in one place, but her body betrayed her. It started to shake in lust, harden her nipples, and her mouth slowly parted to let out a silent moan. "You misunderstand, my dear. I came here because I was excited. I wanted to hear what you and the Slutprincess were up to, what lewd activities you would get up to with a goddess."

Angel's hand reached behind Pumpkin's head. The dracony's sister was no match for Angel Cake's strength, even if she wasn't overwhelmed by lust and her sister's overwhelming presence. Luna wondered if she should say anything, but a part of her knew that the two needed to work this out between them. So she bit down the instinct to interfere and come to Pumpkin Cake's defence.

"Imagine my surprise when I found that underneath my stripper slut of a sister was an insecure, ****, shy little mare. It was so sweet to hear about your frustrations. Cute, in a way." Angel Cake purred, wetting her lips.

"Well, I- It's just that-"

"Exactly my type." Angel Cake purred.

The bombshell obliterated any noise in the room, replacing it with a heavy, lingering tension. Pumpkin Cake's eyes were wide as she processed exactly what Angel Cake had just said. Luna could practically see her heart thundering as if about to leap out of Pumpkin Cake's chest, from beneath her bountiful pair of breasts.

"W-what?"

Angel Cake gave another laugh, the same kind they give to an overeager child. "Don't be coy, dear Pumpkin, or perhaps do, it's ever so cute, but you know exactly what my type is." She started to grace a hand under Pumpkin’s tight leather crop top. "You know I'm drawn to the shy, the sweet, the insecure, and the kind. You know how it makes my cunt drip ever so much to prey on that innocence, to transform it and corrupt it. To be the poisoned honey that drips into them and awakens the whore laying underneath."

Pumpkin Cake was beginning to shiver as Angel Cake continued to close the distance between them, slowly guiding Pumpkin Cake's head into her neck with one hand behind her head, the other fondling the young mare's breasts. "You may have learned to strip and dance, my sweet summer child, but you still see the world through a young child's eyes. Trying to compare yourself to your big sister, trying to make your mark in such adorable ways."

"I-I was born first." Pumpkin Cake tried to protest, but her voice was weak as her body shook.

"But alas, because I spent more time in Auntie Flurry Heart's pocket world, I took the lead in years, so I guess I am the older sister now." Angel Cake chastised. "But even if I hadn't, it wouldn't change much. You may have been born an arbitrary number of weeks before me, but you're still so lacking when it comes to experience and sexual maturity. But don't be ashamed, it's sweet, it's cute, it's so very, very hot."

Angel Cake pressed her lips against her sister’s, who couldn’t muster the willpower to fight back or resist. Angel looked like she was in her element. This was where she came alive, her natural talent. If she had a Cutie Mark, it would show that she was meant to target the sweet and **** and corrupt them into the slutty and perverted.

When Pumpkin Cake was let free of Angel Cake’s kiss, she was smiling, almost despite herself. Even though, like a petulant younger sister, she tried to bury that enjoyment deep down. "That's not...that's not what I-"

"Oh, of course, my dear Pumpkin Cake." Angel Cake said with a lewd smile. "You crave appreciation, glory, a spot in the spotlight. You're afraid that you'll be lost in the shadow of your superior sister and **** to always play second fiddle to me."

Angel Cake pinched Pumpkin's chin, and **** her blue eyes to meet Angel Cake's primrose ones. "I won't lie, and I won't pretend. Some level of that is inevitable, the Master's blood flows through my veins and with it comes a bounty of skill, of seduction and beauty. But don't think I'm selfish, dear Pumpkin. I've always wanted to transform you into a goddess of seduction in your own right."

Angel Cake pressed her body against her half-sister's own, Angel Cake's far superior tits smothering Pumpkin's already ample pair as her fingers reached down to finger Pumpkin Cake's leaking cunt. "I could teach you, you know, trade a few tips and tricks. I could mould you like I do with all those other lovely, sweet, pure-hearted girls. I could teach you to be a wicked seductress like your sister, I could teach you how to corrupt, how to seduce, how to fuck. Then you would be able to strike out on your own, bringing in more revenue and more sluts to my father and our Master's glorious horde."

Pumpkin Cake's eyes were wide, her mind's eye imagining herself learning from her sister. She'd been trained like Angel Cake by Flurry Heart when she had become eighteen in the pocket dimension, yes. But Angel Cake had a natural talent, a raw charisma, the ability to not simply learn, but to innovate, to not only follow but act. It was a seductive offer, one that Pumpkin Cake was starting to be tempted by.

Then, Angel Cake had a flash of brilliance. "How about a twin sister act? Imagine us, two slutty, incestuous sisters, not unlike Slutprincess Luna and her sister Celestia, on the stage before the lewd crowd of women? We could work together to whet their appetites, to send them wild with lust. We could tap into the incestuous fetishes of both the crowd and our Master. I could train you to fuck me, and I'll teach you how to fuck others, to bring them to new heights of pleasure. I assure you, I will rub off on you."

Pumpkin Cake's eyes were wide, day-dreaming about exactly what her sister had promised her. She nodded, her head moving before her brain had time to process the offer, her heart leaping at the opportunity. "Yes, yes, please, Angel! Make me a slutty, sexy whore like you. Let me learn how to corrupt women like you. Let me be like you."

Angel Cake was smiling in victory, like she had just achieved full marks on a magic test, or won a game or a battle. She kissed her sister again, this time possessively, but Pumpkin Cake didn't care. Luna was smiling, it was as cute as it was erotic. Two sisters, putting aside their rivalry in favour of a common good of serving their Master. Angel Cake smirked. "You know I've been thinking about a lovely sister's act that we could do on stage. Two sisters, incestuous in nature, stripping for our audience, shaking our tits and asses for the crowd, would that sound like fun, Pumpkin?"

"Uh-huh..." Pumpkin Cake answered, enraptured by her sister's beauty and seduction, and the promise of working together in a show.

"Perfect, I have the perfect routine in mind, and of course, I'm sure our lovely Slutprincess wouldn't miss the debut of our new performance, would she?" Angel asked, glancing at Luna from the corner of her eye, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.

"We would be delighted," Luna assured them, smiling warmly but with an erotic glint in your eye. "Mayhaps you would like to perform at my personal Whorepalace... to advertise."

Angel's eyes gleamed brighter, whilst Pumpkin Cake's eyes were also wide, gleaming with nervousness and anticipation. "All those ponies..."

"It sounds perfect, but I would be worried, Slutprincess, there's a chance a few of your audience will come back to your Whorepalace once they've seen our show." Angel Cake suggested with a sly wink. One that the Slutprincess returned with a sly smile of her own.

"If that were to happen, then it would seem we would have **** but to hire you." Luna purred, before getting to her feet and leaving to prepare, ensuring that her large ass was swaying with every step she took, an image that she wanted to sear into their minds forever.

The week before the show was not necessarily an easy one for Luna, but she managed them all with a steady hoof. She made sure to advertise in every way that she knew how, such as by releasing Trixie and Starlight's ad with a message of a special show on this night, handing out flyers and posters across Canterlot, and sending her strippers into the streets to personally advertise. As a Princess of Equestria and thanks to the laws Celestia had subtly passed over the centuries, there was nothing a pony could do to stop them. Even if many of them made their displeasure known.

Though as Luna noticed, glancing across the packed crowd, many of those prudes had found a way to rationalise away their displeasure and attend in person. The Slutprincess could only sigh in exasperation, but allowed them the privacy to partake in their hypocrisy in peace and instead busied herself with her other guests.

The Whorepalace was packed, and many had come from far and wide to see the show. Out of the faces of note, she spied Starlight and Trixie, both fingering the other under the table in their little game. Then there was Twilight Velvet, Posey Shy and Fleur-de-Lis, both taking time out of their busy schedule to relax with some erotic entertainment. Her sister Tia was also here, albeit under disguise so that she didn't reveal her perverted side to the world just yet. Most importantly of all was the Master of the Horde and his Diamond attending. They'd both naturally taken the best seats in the house, but had asked for privacy when Luna had approached, so instead, she made her way to Celestia.

Celestia's disguise was hardly foolproof, the size of her legendary tits had not been diminished, her hair still flowed like it was in a gentle breeze, only now it was a deep purple. Both her wings and horn were still visible, but now enchanted so no pony would notice an alicorn walking around and connect the dots. In fact that enchantment was probably the only thing that stopped anypony from connecting the dots.

Luna prowled in front of her sister with a teasing smirk on her face. “Nice disguise.”

“It’s enchanted, Luna. No pony will realise that it’s their precious and virtuous sun goddess that’s lurking in your Whorepalace tonight.” Celestia assured her sister, but Luna still gave her a teasing smirk.

"You couldn't have put a bit more effort into your disguise all the same Tia? I mean, besides the purple mane it's hardly much of a disguise." Luna asked, pointing at Tia's mane.

"Luna, dear, do you truly think I was going to hide these legendary tits?" Celestia asked, holding a hand to her famous bust line. "To hide them would have been worse than a crime against nature, it would have been a crime against our Master! And as long as these tits were on full display, then making either my horn or wings disappear would hardly have made the difference."

"A fair point, sister." Luna said, waving over one of the Whorepalace's strapons with her magic. They were enchanted to allow women to feel the same pleasure as a real dick, to compensate for their Master's personal disinterest in the futa fetish. "But why then would thee bother with a disguise at all?"

Celestia took the strap on with her own magic, fastening it with a skill that she had developed with over a thousand years of closet depravity. "No great secret to it, Luna, it simply seemed fun. Now, is this whore for sale?" She slapped her hand on Luna's equally legendary ass and Luna smirked.

"Of course." She climbed onto the strap on, hands on Celestia's shoulders, falling deep onto the rubber phallic. Like all strapons, dildos and other sex toys the Harem used, this one had been shaped to mimic their Master's dick to the finest detail possible. Yet, no matter how accurate the forgery, Luna knew first hoof that it would never compare to the real prize. This was simply for training, for practice, to remind the treasures of the Master's horde who they belonged to and to keep them nice and slutty at all times.

The lights at that moment began to dim, and the chatter and conversation of the audience started to quiet. Much like when the ads at a cinema ended and the true show was about to begin. Luna had to bury her lustful moans, and erotic sighs deep down as her gaze shifted from Celestia to the stage. Even with her attention diverted to the stage and wrestling down her screams, she still rode the strapon masterfully as one would expect from the goddess of the whores.

Smoke was rising from the stage, and through it, two silhouettes stood out. The shapes of the cougar like Angel Cake and the more demure but still sexy Pumpkin Cake stepped through. They were wearing complimenting outfits, each designed to contrast against the other. For Pumpkin Cake it was the image of a slutty angel, a pair of fake, snow-like wings on her back, a sparkling yet revealing dress fell down her body. The outfit was loose, but that was a part of its appeal, with every step that Pumpkin Cake took it threatened to fall off, to leave her body bare, as such, every step became a tease at the body underneath.

For her part, Angel Cake's outfit was the opposite. Despite her own name, Angel Cake had decided not to dress as a slutty angel like her sister, instead she opted to dress the opposite side of the coin. Her outfit was that of a slutty succubus, befitting the corrupting cougar, little more than a leotard, stockings and fake wings in shades of royal purples, gold and black. And her leotard could hardly be considered concealing enough to be called that, given that it left her breasts exposed.

Angel Cake placed a hand on Pumpkin Cake's shoulder. Lustful, dark eyes sweeping the crowd, in all aspects of seduction, Angel Cake was a master. Even with a simple look, she seemed able to bring crowds of ponies down to their knees. But Luna's attention was drawn more to Pumpkin Cake's smile, much less confident than Angel Cake's, but much more confident than before.

"Welcome to the show, my dear sisters in lust and depravity." Pumpkin Cake said, there was a slight squeak to her voice, but also a hunger that lay deep inside. "Allow me and my sister to show you a night that would make the comforts of heaven seem like a run-down street."

The two kissed, and Luna's breath hitched in her throat, and she could hear a similar reaction from her sister. The two Princesses were enraptured in the incestuous display on the stage. Both of them adored ****, how could they not when the other was such a gorgeous display of beauty? The angel and the demon, parallels like the sun and the moon, the two working together.

The two stripper sisters began to dance, each pressing into each other. Their lips stealing a taste of the other's mouth, cheek, cleavage, tits or pussy whenever they could steal it, like ravenous animals with a taste for their sister's flesh. Each move of their bodies was an artform, and from the Slutprincess of Whores and Strippers, that was a compliment worth having. It seemed they were both **** for the other's body and Luna couldn't fault either of them for it.

But as they continued to dance, Luna found her attention drifting further and further from the tempting display of their bountiful cleavage, their huge tits, their fuckable hips and toned legs and instead found her focus drifting to their eyes. That, she quickly realised, was where the true changes had taken place. Before Pumpkin Cake's eyes had a glimmer of innocence in them, a youthful shine of a young sister still hopelessly naïve to the ways of the world. But now, there was a more sinister lust, a darker craving within them now. Luna noticed that Pumpkin Cake's cutie mark had appeared. Which, come to think of it, hadn't been there just last week. A stripper pole. How fitting.

Angel Cake's eyes were wide with cruel, seductive triumph for her part. She seemed to revel in the knowledge of how debased her sister had become. Luna could tell that Angel Cake was keeping close watch on her sister's eyes as well. She could see the dark fantasies that were swirling in Pumpkin Cake's head, wicked, sinful ideas that stirred her to greater acts of depravity. Angel Cake's own mouth curled into a triumphant smirk, hadn't Pumpkin Cake said her sister loved corrupting the 'nice girls'? It seemed she had another triumph under her belt.

The dance was starting to grow more lewd, their practice choreography had brought Pumpkin Cake to her knees before her sister and Angel Cake smirked in triumph over her. With deft fingers, Angel Cake stretched the latex around her crotch, allowing her slutty pussy to be brought bare before both her sister and the audience. It was truly a delectable pussy as well, truly fit of a cunt born from their Master's seed. Luna had sampled many pussies herself and she knew a good one when she saw it. Her own mouth began to drool as she imagined sating her own lusts.

"Bon appetit, dear sister. Show them what I've told you." Angel Cake purred to her sister, lips curled into a wicked grin befitting the succubus she was cosplaying as. Pumpkin Cake licked her lips and then began to eat out her half-sister's pussy. Her tongue was ravenous, but there was a skill to her movements that Luna had to admire, even with her own ass filled with a strap-on replica of their Master's dick.

"Yes...just like that, dear Pumpkin." Luna whispered, hands on her sister's shoulders, watching the incestuous display with an approving gaze. Like a mother watching her child graduate or achieve first in a contest. She was beaming with pride at what a lovely whore Pumpkin Cake had become, and from the sound of it, she wasn't the only one.

"Shake that sexy orange butt!"

"Eat that Dracony's pussy, it's making me ever so wet!"

"Fuck, could I have a go with her after you’re done?!"

Cry after cry came from the crowd of lustful lesbians, and sluts in the Whorepalace. The excitement in the air was palatable, it seemed to dance through the audience like living lightning. Each comment seemed to affect Pumpkin Cake, her body writhing as if she had been slapped on the ass. Angel Cake stood over her sister, grinning at her descent.

"Do you hear that, Pumpkin dear? They love you. They love what a sweet slut you've become." Angel Cake ran a hand through her sister's hair, pulling her closer into her snatch with an approving, muffled grunt from Pumpkin Cake. "And they are far from the only ones."

Angel Cake started to grope her heavy tits, slowly revealing more and more of the heavy blue breasts to the audience, like peeling the wrapping of a present, her nipples achingly stiff. "You're such a filthy slut now, sweet sister, so different from when we were children. Just think that when Mother first had you, it was before our Master had met her. She never would have imagined that you would have grown up to be such a sexy incestuous sister, least of all that she was the one who encouraged you to do so. But, I think she's enjoying the results."

Angel Cake pointed in the crowd, and Pumpkin Cake was just able to see their mother in the crowd, through the corner of her eye her right hand squeezing her right tit, her left hand fingering herself relentlessly her eyes fixed to the stage as if she was seeing the face of god. "Keep eating out your sister's cunt, sweetie! You're making Mommy so hot right now! She's going to cum soon!"

Pumpkin Cake's eyes were lighting up with delight, redoubling her efforts to gobble her sister's cunt. So far, Angel Cake had kept her face together, maintained the illusion of confidence and strength. But her sister's efforts were slowly breaking through the façade. The lewd show was setting her eyes on fire, the knowledge of how corrupted and perverted sister had become was starting to show. Her lips were screwed into their sinful smile to prevent them from crying out in ecstasy but with every second she found the temptation to shout out loud in ecstasy ever harder to resist.

“I’m sure you’re all enjoying the view, my dears. Watching my dear sister eat my cunt out with such exquisite skill is a rare treat, I hope everyone is appreciating the view.”

Angel’s words certainly rang true with Celestia. The solar Slutprincess might not have said anything but Luna could feel her pace quicken and see the lustful glint in her eye. She knew her sister well to notice the telltale signs.

“She used to be such a shy thing, so hesitant and nervous. Not the debased whore she is now, she’s come so far.” Angel purred a hand delicately. “Such a perfect whore slut, the perfect fit for a Master, a diamond, or just any slut you can think of. Don’t let the angel costume fool you, deep inside, she is quite the depraved soul.”

Angel’s eyes were flickering to their shared Master and Mistress, a coy smile on her lips. But it was only there for a fraction of a second before she threw her head back in ecstasy. “Oh fuck! You must forgive me, my d-dear whores. B-but, I’m afraid I’m on the edge, so I’ll let her take it from here.”

Angel finally stopped holding back her orgasm and let it all out. She squirted over her half-sister’s face and danced back onto her ass with a skill that no one outside of their Master’s horde could replicate. She spread her legs and placed her fingers between her pussy lips, an invitation for Pumpkin Cake’s act to begin.

She began to rise, her own sexy orange ass swaying in time to the beat as she did so. Unlike the last time that she had seen her, she seemed to lack any of that same nervousness that had defined her before. She seemed to relish the opportunity to keep the crowd's focus on that twerking ass, enjoying the captivation in their eyes with an eagerness that radiated into her soul. Her slutty, glittery angel outfit now growing wet with sweat as she poured her heart and soul into it. "You might have seen my shows before, but I'm certain you've never seen it like this."

She slapped her ass, the sound of the impact radiating through the halls of the strip club, before she began her solo act. With her sister stepping to one side and allowing her sister to shine, it was finally Pumpkin Cake's chance to make a true impact on the crowd. It seemed that her sister had certainly taught her a few tricks, since her dancing had certainly improved, with every shake of her body she seemed to draw in more lustful attention from the crowd.

But the two sisters were not identical in their styles, Luna noticed. Her trained eyes as the Slutprincess of Whores picked up on the differences that other ponies might overlook. Angel Cake, ever the **** of powerful seduction was more seductive, graceful in her movements. Every sway of her ass, every jiggle of her tits, every step, all perfectly calculated, much like Luna's own dancing style. Pumpkin Cake however seemed to take more of a Pinkie Pie approach to pole dancing. She was more energetic, more carefree and fun. If Angel Cake was the femme fatale seductress, then Pumpkin Cake was the fun loving bimbo.

"Yeah! Shake my ass, shake my ass! Watch it bounce, watch it bounce!" Pumpkin Cake sang, her voice was beautiful, fun and carefree. She'd been nervous before, when Luna had seen her before, but now those nerves were gone. It would be an understatement to say that she had broken out of her shell as much as it had been shattered.

"She's such a fine whore Lulu. You should be proud of your work on her, I can tell that she's going to be very happy." Celestia purred, her voice like comforting silk, turning Luna's attention back to her. It was at times hard to tell that Celestia was such a pervert when her voice could sound so regal and proper, but that simply was to be expected when you had over a thousand years to practice your façade. "You should be proud of yourself, dear sister. It was your efforts as Slutprincess as Whores that led her down this path."

Celestia meant the words sincerely, and as sincere compliments, but there was a part of Luna that couldn't accept them. As her attention moved back and forth between Pumpkin Cake's performance and Celestia's own coquettish expression, doubt started to claw at her. Had she really done anything? Sure, one could argue that she had set the dominos in place, but it was Pumpkin Cake's own enthusiasm and Angel Cake's efforts that had truly awakened the whore within. Was what she did really that important?

"Yes it was." Twilight said, approaching them. She had dressed appropriately for her visit to the Whorepalace, that is to say that she hadn't dressed at all. She was wearing nothing at all, barring a pair of panties, her nipples protected only by a very large book that had been stuffed with her titflesh. Luna noticed with some amusement that it was one of her mother's own novels that she was reading.

"What was?" Luna asked, playing innocent even as she continued to ride Celestia's strap on. She had slowed down her movements now becoming more sensual and less energetic so that she could hold this conversation.

Twilight smiled patiently as if the inner workings of the Slutprincess’s mind was an open book for her. “You’re worried if you really did anything for our dear Pumpkin Cake there. Worried if you had ultimately just been unimportant, weren't you?"

Luna sighed, even whilst impaled on the strap on. "We are supposed to be the one's reading dreams, Twilight Sparkle."

Twilight smiled. "Well don't feel bad, Princess, you should be glad. If you hadn't stepped in, I don't think Angel Cake would have noticed Pumpkin's Cake distress if you hadn't."

"Tis true, Twilight Sparkle, alas, it still feels lacking. Especially when compared to yourself." Luna admitted with a sigh, her sister frowning at her distress.

"You're much too hard on yourself, dear sister." Celestia reassured her, but she seemed unable to resist seizing Luna's tits in her perverted hands. "Sometimes the best efforts are subtle in nature, and lead to a bond."

"Yeah, Celestia's right, Luna. You should be proud of yourself, this is your first friendship lesson." Twilight said, beaming with pride. It seemed to do the trick, avoiding Luna's insecurities and filling her with a sense of pride at a job well done.

At least until that pride turned to ecstasy as she came again.

A/N: This chapter took longer than expected, but when it goes up the straw poll will be set to only have a single day more to complete the votes. This is one of the closest votes we've ever had, as normally one emerges as a clear frontrunner, not so in this case. So it could be anyone's game.

Also good news I've gotten a 3D model of Angel Cake (And some future hatchlings) that I'm hoping to use in future chapters. I'm going to be careful with who I commission it from but I'd be free to share the model for people to use and experiment with.

Straw Poll: https://strawpoll.com/bVg8B1JJzyY

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

And special thanks to ShadowLDrago and Jonathan Stag for proofreading this chapter.