Chapters Kingdom Of Twilight Sparkle
Nightmare Night Celebrations
"Alright, you just place that crate here my dear subjects, and, once again, thank you for your aid. I think Twilight and I can take it from here," said Princess Celestia. Her trademark charming smile was ever present on her lips.
Celestia was projecting her usual, relaxed calm, but underneath she was bubbling with excitement. Behind her Twilight was already skimming through the racks upon racks of costumes, supplied by the royal tailor.
Celestia gave a curt nod to the two movers, and then dismissed them with a wave of her hand. She didn't have time to deal with them now, no. Nightmare Night was closing in and she had big plans!
Said plans revolved around the pretty little boy in the room with her. As soon as the two men had left the room, Celestia closed the door, spun around, and walked towards Twilight, a sultry look in her eyes. Not that her dopehead apprentice would notice, or at least he wouldn't comment on it in the least. Admittedly that was a rather cute trait, but when one was trying to accomplish what Celestia was, it got old quickly. Twilight didn't even notice her until Celestia was breathing down his neck. The purple pony let out a cute little gasp of surprise. "Mmm, I don't think these are quite your style, Twilight."
Poor little Twilight was just about overwhelmed by the choices on display for him! His considerable curvature had always made clothing quite the issue for the pretty little stallion. His thick thighs and narrow shoulders always seemed to be sabotaging any attempts he made to find something nice to wear around the village!
But this was Nightmare Night, bringing with it a whole extra passel of problems to consider! He wanted a costume that was interesting and stylish, blending the whimsy of the occasion without appearing, how to put it, ridiculous? It was fine for other ponies to wear full-body chicken costumes and dress up as their favourite cartoon characters, but Twilight wanted something with a bit more tact!
But there was one more thing the introverted little bookworm had to take into account as he sorted through the racks! Yes, the most important thing of all. Twilight was fretting more and more by the moment as his concern grew.
There was a greater sense of pressure than normal for this year's Nightmare Night. He would be spending this Nightmare Night in the company of Princess Celestia, his lifelong idol! While other boys around town might aspire to be like their great male idols, Twilight had always looked up to this mare alone. He couldn't imagine a better role model for his conduct!
Realizing Celestia was standing behind him, the small pony turned on the spot and looked sheepishly upwards at his mistress.
He shrank away at her presence. Twilight placed both hands on the racks, the squeaking and squealing of the wheels a signal they might topple at any moment. He only just registered it. "Oh! But Princess, I'm a... I'm a boy."
Celestia put on her most innocent whistling as her fingers danced through the various hanging costumes, her eyes not really bothering to register what they were. The princess had already decided on her costume, and she had no doubt it would have the expected effect on her apprentice. It was the perfect blend of silly and revealing, bound to make Twilight do... something!
"I’m merely making a suggestion, dear Twilight. By all means, wear whatever you'd like.” She moved behind the smaller male, gripping his shoulders slyly. “Everything here is open to you."
That particular last part made Celestia's smile grow just a tad bigger, even if the sultry aspect of it was lost to Twilight. She had looked after the boy ever since his great magic potential had been discovered, and had seen him go from a shy, innocent, at times boneheaded boy, to... Well, the same thing, but older. And recently, her thoughts had gone from adoration to something more... physical. "I'll leave you to it while I go put on my costume. I will be right back." the princess cooed, before turning around and walking towards a side room, a tiny crate floating in the air behind her. Magic sure was convenient!
Celestia had contained her weapon for the night in a large crate, which she eagerly opened up. Inside was an alluring suit of shining white armour, forged in an outlandish style. It had a chest-plate with built-in boob window to hold big tits and a pair of silly, oversized shoulder-pads to flank her shoulders. The severe lack of general skin coverage continued as the eyes went lower. There was a slingshot-style thong that cupped the spot between the thighs and thigh-boots ending in teetering high heels. There was no way Twilight wouldn't get the hint, the princess was much too graceful to ever consider wearing something like this in a serious fashion!
With an experienced motion, Celestia pulled her dress over her head, letting her ample breasts bounce freely, revealing the fact that she wore neither a bra or panties. She liked the idea of Twilight getting a quick peek at her divine nethers in public, there was something deviously delicious about the idea.
Five minutes later, the princess stepped back into the room. The obscene costume was straining to stay on her body, her nipples threatening to pop out any second. She could've sworn it was larger when she tried it on the last time!
Now that Celestia was all dressed, it was time to check on her pampered little protégé again and see what he'd gotten himself rugged up into! She began to mince her way back to Twilight.
The little purple-haired trollop was still dithering, as cutie boys were want to do, over which outfit to pack his sumptuous curves into... When Celestia returned, she found him standing in front of a large rack, which made two with the one behind him. He was gently pushing his way through the outfits.
"Ahh... Umm...Hmm..."
Twilight suddenly squealed as Celestia as leant into him from behind, sandwiching those colossal orbs into the little cutie's back! He stumbled forwards into the array of clothing, then turned back to face her. "Ahh! Celestia!"
All Twilight could see were boobs! Big, bountiful, heaving orbs, heavily kissed by the sun, and wobbling back and forth in front of his eyes. The smiling Sun-Goddess had packed far too much meat into too little space, and those clothes looked ready to bust off her body at any moment! He looked down the bare expanse of her semi-pudgy belly to her thighs and mons, then finally dragged his gaze back up to her face. "C-Celestia! What's that you're wearing?"
"Ohhhh, just a little something I picked up for the occasion! Do you like it?" she asked, giving a very unladylike twirl that made her whole body bounce and jiggle like an open invitation. Twilight had to cross his thighs together, becoming suddenly very self-conscious about a heated spot between his legs, growing up and up and up. A stallion's stiffy was no small thing, and his shorts were hardly sewn with holding in an erection in mind!
"Auuugh... Um~ It's great! It looks really good on you!" he finally said, blushing bright red. His fingers were all over the place behind him, scootching along the dresses and fancy-party wear for something to distract her with.
Celestia got exactly the reaction she had expected! Perhaps not the one she had hoped, in which Twilight would just take her right then and there, but a good one nonetheless. It was rather cute the way his hands flew to his crotch automatically, trying to hide something embarrassing, something Celestia craved. She was going to get it this night, the question was if she was going to have to take it, or if Twilight was going to give it up willingly!
"You think it looks good? Are you sure you're not just being a good apprentice?" the princess giggled, in a manner very unfitting for someone of her age. "Take a good. Hard. Look." she commanded, her hands placed almost provocatively on her hips, legs spread slightly and her eyes almost glowing with a primal lust.
Being the good boy he was, Twilight had no choice but do as asked, despite his obvious reluctance to do so. What kind of student would he be if he got an erection from his teacher, and more importantly, what would happen if she found out!? The one thing he feared more than anything was Celestia disowning him as a student! His first few attempts at speech were thwarted by saliva, but he did finally manage to speak, albeit with a stutter.
"P-P-Pretty good, princess! It looks perfect!" he blurted out, before averting his gaze once more.
He turned back to the racks of clothes and began sifting through them to take his mind off the vision of loveliness before him. Twilight regretted it super-fast when he realized which outfit he'd grabbed first. His fingers closed around a saucy schoolgirl uniform that drew an appreciative gasp from the monarch in rear. She clasped his little shoulder and whispered in his ear, "That one's cute... Why don't you try it on?"
He squeaked, snatched up two armfuls of various outfits and disappeared into one of the changing rooms. Just what he needed to calm himself down. The princess stroked her chin thoughtfully, a wry smile on her lips. "It was just a joke, silly..."
'He's so adorable! So deft, but I'm sure he'll learn in due time.' Celestia thought to herself, licking her lips as she watched her students gorgeous backside disappear into the changerooms.
How delightful! There he went! He plucked aside the curtain and disappeared into the little room, wriggling out of his shorts and blazer and into the super-sexy schoolgirl outfit of her dreams! What a pair they'd make together! The cool and collected mentor unashamedly showing off the true form of a goddess, blazing as brilliantly in the sun in her loud and proud outfit, and her student, whimpering and squirming in sissy girl's clothes. He'd be dying to shove his gigantic, panty-stretching erection into a warm, comfy pussy the whole time! It had her squirming in delight!
A few moments later, Twilight sashayed back into the room with an unconsciously-exaggerated kick in his wide hips. His winsome expression made him look like he was one or two little nudges away from a full-blown pony ahegao! He looked good enough to eat!
The little pink and purple-haired SLUT's plump body was stretching out the miniscule girl's school uniform he'd slotted himself into with ease! Dat tiny top with the V neck and the big, cute sash tied around the chest! Dat pleated mini-skirt that hung on his mature hips better than it did on most girls! Celestia had never seen a boy so accurately wearing the image of the flower of innocence. He was just waiting to be plucked by a perverted woman.
Shyly, Twilight raised double peace-signs, flashing them for his mentor, forcing a timid smile. Wearing this thing just felt way too good! Ridiculously too good! The front of his skirt was rising up considerably, lifted to the point where a flashy flash of silky-white panties were plastered to his most intimate flesh. A throbbing, unruly boy-penis was making a mess of the show of innocence, and he'd just given up trying to hide his arousal at this point. Twilight Sparkle consented to being caught red-handed.
"It, um... It got like this, Princess Celestia!" he panted, tongue slipping free of his now slippery, super-kissable mouth.
Celestia kept but a fragment of her cool. She just barely stopped herself from toppling him over and mounting that massive slab of equine flesh currently protruding from under his girly skirt.
More than anything, Celestia loved the duality of this: a masculine penis poking out from under such a cute skirt. Big and throbbing, its ridges looking so very inviting to the princess, and her apprentice's face was making her bite her lip with excitement. She had to act quickly!
With two quick steps, Celestia stood right in front of Twilight, his massive, plump rod throbbing just below her, the fat rod strategically placed to not be touching her. "There's no need to be ashamed, Twilight. In fact, I find it quite flattering." the princess cooed, taking yet another step forward, letting the flared head of the boy’s prick rub against the thong of her costume. "I made it this way, it's only reasonable I take care of it, don't you agree?" she said, a playful grin dancing on her lips. Before he could respond, the princess lunged forward, pressing her lips against his, her hands firmly holding his head in place. All the while, she could feel his member moving slightly back and forth, smearing its musky pre all over the tiny piece of fabric keeping their genitals from meeting. She wanted him, she needed him!
"Why don't you help bare my lower body, apprentice?"
Twilight's big dark eyes widened, the long, thick lashes fluttering up and down. His pouty, girlish lips smacked together as he looked up and up and up, past the pudgy belly and the heaving bosom up into the face of a literal goddess on Equestria. One who hadn't had lessons about keeping her sex organs separate from those of the mortals and seemed intent on rubbing up on him like a horny mutt humping its owner's leg! She was making no bones at all about exactly where Twilight Sparkle needed to bury his.
The only question was... Would he go along with it willingly, or would she have to drag him? If it came to it, Celestia would take him, wriggling and squirming, into the honey-dewed and mesmerizing spot between her thighs thick as tree-trunks.
He began to mumble out a weak protest. It sounded to her like some addle-headed nonsense. Something about how he wasn't worthy, or about how he felt he hadn't earned the right to give the undisputed ruler of all the land a solid rogering, but she couldn't be sure. He was only a few words in before she took matters into her own hands. Celestia buried Twilight's face between her tits, smothering him amongst all that ivory goddess-bosom. Celestia's tried and true method of titty-slapping things until they stopped struggling was about to claim another victim!
Celestia was no stranger to the art of seduction, and had she not been so insistent on trying to keep a lid on said art, her (literally) divine skills would be heard of far and wide. It was no secret that the monarch of Equestria was indeed, despite the blessing placed upon her, still a woman, and like any woman, she had her needs that required sating. How said sating came about was not spoken of often, but certain rumors involving various political figures - and their wives - did circle the princess. "Now now my apprentice, you'll only strain yourself if you keep fighting it. Just let your body do the thinking, rather than your mind." Celestia cooed, a single finger teasingly running up the fat shaft still pushing against her body.
Celestia's breast-enveloping maneuver had a hypnotic effect onto the boy. He was struggling, but it was a losing battle. Celestia loosened her grip, and Twilight's adorable little face slowly emerged, his lips puckered for yet more of her affection. How could anyone possibly say no to such an invitation?
This sort of underhanded sexual warfare was immoral. She shouldn't have used it! There was simply no response to having your nose immersed in the pheromone-laden pit between Celestia's breasts but surrender! One whiff would reduce any boy to a sleepy-smiled little sheep with a cock left permanently saluting Royal Canterlot.
And Twilight was no exception! Her studious little aide was rapidly departing from the path of a good little smarty-pants who turned his nose up at freely-offered pussy. He would become a pervert who couldn't dream about doing anything but hilting inside her blessed bounty! When Twilight surfaced slowly for yet more kisses, he had a dazed, giggling grin on his face. The stallion's full erection was pumping so much blood it was a wonder he could still stand. While she left his face slightly red from suction marks, Celestia continued to strategically run her fingers over his member. The veins along that rampaging stiffy were all thickened up and it was quivering like it was about to splatter her thighs. If she had any sense she'd stow him away somewhere safe right away. The little brainiac's protests, normally so frequent, had turned into throaty moans. He gripped her pudgy hips and continued his brainless mating call.
She knew just how to wrap him around her little finger, and at any given moment, she could bend him to her will. But Twilight was not just a regular lover, no, Celestia had much greater plans in mind for the boy. She placed a hand on his shoulder. The thick-bodied empress guided him down to her soaking pussy, contained by an excessively small piece of fabric. The need for instruction had passed.
He shifted his grip on literal perfection slowly. Twilight handled Celestia with great reverence. He felt like he was privy to some Equestrian secret. In the past, he'd been able to prevent his imagination from wandering too far during court sessions with Celestia by focusing on his work, but here she was the work. He gripped and rubbed and stroked, all the way leaving flecks of drool on her curves that immediately sizzled on her high-temperature body. The poor boy was just about completely spellbound!
Twilight was finally able to release her hips and hook his fingers into the futuristic outfit's thong and freeing her meaty, well-rounded little puss. Just like the rest of it, it looked full-bodied, lush and capable of bestowing great purpose onto certain beautiful and long-haired loyal subjects. He swallowed nervously as he came eye-to-eye with it. "Auuurhhhn..."
"Go on dear Twilight, make your teacher happy." the princess said sweetly, a definite tone of command in her voice. With no way to reach the shaft, Celestia instead settled one hand on Twilight's head, while the other spread her pussy wide for him, just further inviting him in. His mind was already completely clouded by hormones, and yet she was still somehow making him yet more aroused with the scent flowing from her engorged labia.
"Eat," she whispered.
His mind could digest some of the realm's most difficult magic, yet he struggled with such a simple command. He took pleasure in its simplicity and brevity. Twilight was having a hard time latching onto complicated thoughts. Anything more thoughtful than "Princess Celestia has such big boobies," or "Princess Celestia smells nice," went in one ear and out the other!
All hesitation melted away. Twilight's girly lips pushed forward. They met Celestia's lower pair in a passionate kiss that made the princess let out an appreciative gasp. She smiled warmly, a little giggle escaping her as she gazed down, noticing that her nipples were practically bursting out of the obscene costume.
Twilight was feeling lightheaded, like he was just an observer to the filthy events. Sure, he could taste her, but what was happening didn't quite feel like something he himself would do. And yet that was exactly what was happening, his massive equine member throbbing menacingly as it craved a home.
With her student so utterly lust-drunk, it was easy for Celestia to force him down onto his back, simply by pushing her needy pussy into his face. It didn't take long for the pair to end up spread out across the carpet of the dressing room floor, making an impromptu love nest amongst the many racks of clothing.
Celestia was moaning and trembling as Twilight did his best. His experienced tongue was providing more than ample satisfaction for the sultry princess, because it belonged to her lover. The little purple-haired slip of a boy on his back and the thick, quivering booty-cheeks of the much larger woman perched on top of his face like she was trying to smother him. In time, she'd teach him everything about pleasing a woman, and perhaps, she'd consider taking him as a true mate. All those thoughts would have to wait though, right now she was going to give him a mere taste of what was to come. She still had her royal duties to attend to, but afterwards, she had quite a night in mind for her and Twilight.
He leaned in, giving the warm spot between the monarch's thighs little licks and firmer tongue-lashes that made shivers roll up her spine. As he worked on pleasuring her, his own moans starting to join hers. It was true that Twilight had always taken great pleasure in satisfying Princess Celestia's needs. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined she'd call on him for this! How perfect...
Twilight gripped and kneaded those plump, stocking-clad thighs, pinching at her garters and sliding a fingertip up and down the seam. He massaged his mistress, mistaking her interest in as just a bit of casual fluff to entertain herself with, having no possible idea what she had in store for him. He focused on being a good servant. He gave her a massage as she got more comfortable and began pressuring more and more of her soft lower body onto her subject's silky face.
"Mmmph!" the boy grunted out, his cock greedily twitching, begging for any kind of attention. He wasn't sure if he was doing well or not, but at least the sounds his mentor made weren't entirely negative! He became particularly aware that if he flicked his tongue against a specific part at the top of her pussy, a tiny nub, she quivered in the most delightful of ways. He let out a light gasp as Celestia's fingers locked around his member, her delicate fingers giving him an absolutely incredible feeling. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't touched himself before, but this was something entirely different!
The more Twilight licked, the tighter Celestia's thighs closed around his face. They enveloped him in flesh so divine, only her breasts and butt could feel better. "Ohh, you do learn q-quick my apprentice!" she gasped, as his tongue once again flicked her clit. Her fingers weren't quite doing a lot just yet, they were just dragging up and down. Celestia was fully aware she could quickly make him blow. He was large, but she knew he was also a virgin. "I'm getting close Twi. Don't stop!"
As those skillful fingers slithered up and down Twilight's stiffy, every inch of cock she graced with her divine touch felt better than the last. Twilight reflected on how much sense it made that women ruled Equestria.
As she manipulated his stiff flesh, he found it hard to believe any boy in the history of Equestria had ever been in a position of authority over a lady. Not when she could reduce him to dripping, squirming and near-frantic mewling with a few deft squeezes and flicks from her hands.
Could he make her feel like this back? What a dizzying thought! It spurred him to lick even harder and faster at her sensitive folds, puckering up for gentle kisses on the little egg-shape he'd found tucked away in the centre. "Haahn... W-Wait..."
But he could barely concentrate as long as Celestia thumbed his throbbing veins down forcibly with her regal fingers! His tongue movements got more and more forceful by the second, until he was just squeaking cutely and jabbing it into her folds. Twilight felt like he'd died and gone to Pony Heaven. "C-Celestia!!"
Celestia was putting perhaps 1% of her skill as a seductress pleasing Twilight, and yet she could already feel him pulsing and squirming, ready to blow any second now. He'd clearly require a few more 'sessions' to come even close to matching her stamina, but a few spells could possibly make up for his inadequacy at first?
Celestia smiled to herself. Her student was diligent enough for her to just ask him to find such a spell, and he'd do it without hesitation. "Cum for me Twilight! Show your teacher how much you adore her body!" Celestia demanded.
And adore her he did, both in mind and body, his tongue stiffening up as if he was paralyzed, the rest of his body quickly following suit.
Twilight's hips swung off of the floor as he let out a long, crooning cry. He twitched this way and that as his naughty, panty-clad cock began jack-hammering with all the ferocious force a male could muster. The dizzy boy was letting his cum out everywhere! He splattered his cutesy schoolgirl uniform and Celestia's palm and fingers in equal amounts as thick globs of semen shot on his belly, down his thighs and all over the carpet.
His back arched like a bow, and his young, virile seed just kept spewing forth, each thick glob and strong followed by another of the same size. Twilight huffed and puffed and curled his toes. He just about damn-near lost his unable-to-cope mind amongst all the sheer pleasure she was inflicting on him! One look at his face told Celestia everything she needed to know.
Her dear student's eyes had rolled back and he was breathing so hard little steam clouds were rolling out of his mouth. At first she thought he'd passed out, until his slapping tongue gave her a hot little buzz, still working feverishly inside her. Twilight was taking long steady laps up and down her pussy, truly savouring the body of the angel-cum-royal who'd just blown his mind.
The smell was incredible, making Celestia feel even more lightheaded before, and that combined with just his breath on her cunt was pushing her towards the edge as well. She still needed more, but Twilight's orgasm had left him trembling. She'd have to take matters into her own hands, just like she'd done with his cock.
When Twilight finally came to his senses once more, Celestia had dug her fingers into his hair, and was riding his face, rubbing her female juices all over his face. Her eyes were closed, indicating that she was either very close, or that she thought Twilight was out. Or possibly both. Being the obedient student he was, Twilight stuck his tongue out once more. He worked away at her pussy a bit slower than before, but this time he put more love and energy into it, no longer pounding her clit. A few seconds of this treatment was all it took before Celestia reached her peak too, her thick thighs squeezing together around Twilight's head as she came.
Just like him, her back arched, her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Celestia's hips gyrated on him trying to heighten her pleasure. Celestia's naughty juices began to flow.
She looked down at him, to find that he was drinking it all down, and this made her feel a strange warmth inside. She hadn't expected Twilight to have such a sultry side to him as well.
A minute later, the two of them were back on their feet, cleaning up the mess they'd made. Twilight would obviously have to switch costumes, but Celestia was hell-bent on still wearing this, despite what her people might think. Neither of them spoke, but Celestia threw the occasional smile at Twilight, who returned it with an awkward smile of his own. Her words from earlier still rang in his head: "This night is far from over, my dear Twilight."
Celestia took her sweet time finishing cleaning herself up. She used just a single finger to delicately scoop the remains of Twilight's ejaculate off her back, along with several costumes that would stink of his semen for days. She smiled gleefully to herself while she worked, noting the Twilight didn't dare meet her gaze right now. He was clearly still quite shaken, but his constant peeking indicated that he most likely wasn't against experiencing something like this again.
Well, they'd had their fun! Now it was time to finish preparations for Nightmare Night, namely getting as much of his smell off of her body as she could. Celestia wasn't quite ready to let her affair with her student become known just yet. With everything seeming just perfect, the princess took a quick peak in the mirror, and made a rather suggestive pose, all for herself to gaze at. She looked pretty good for being thousands of years old!
Twilight felt like a lamb going to the slaughter as he joined Celestia on the podium. He'd never felt so vulnerable in all his short, eventful, Celestia-butt-on-his-face-filled life. Lewded! Preyed on by an older woman! And now, publicly humiliated! Yes, being the little plaything of Equestria's most powerful public figure could be trying sometimes!
By all rights he should be furious with the woman who was playing him like a puppet on a string, yet he only felt mollified by unfolding events! Twilight was learning that sometimes having a beautiful woman bully you could be fun. It was an important lesson about dominant and submissive relationships.
It might seem problematic to others, but Celestia's trickery was giving him some of the hardest, fattest-throbbing stiffies of his life. He'd never thought a heavyset woman sitting on his face was something missing from his life. And he'd certainly never thought he'd wanted to dress up in women's clothing! But put the two together and his cock was letting out messy, sticky cum-explosions all over her gloved hands. It was hard to argue with the results!
It was the lesson that sometimes it was nice to be bullied by your master, one he would certainly find himself harkening back to in the years to come! When the day came where he found himself standing over a panting, whimpering crowd of females with a riding crop in his hand, he'd be glad he'd learned it! He'd bring that crop down on Princess's upraised hindquarters and watch her drip with arousal.
But that was still quite a long ways off from today. His training was still in its infancy, and now he had an amount of dignity to match! He was standing on a small stage erected in the centre of Ponyville, waiting for Princess Celestia to join him to give her speech to the gathered ponies. The town's entire population, including all the friends he'd found here over the years, were staring up at him as he squirmed and writhed in front of them. Twilight was aware of how perverted he must look in that miniscule schoolgirl's uniform!
A more experienced sissy might have some skill at tucking, but even they would have had trouble wielding Twilight's monumental endowment. As this was his first time in women's clothing, Twilight was having to learn as he went! He soon realized that when he was wearing a pleated miniskirt so short it might as well have been a tutu, even the slightest wrong sway of his wide hips was risky. Wiggle the wrong way and he'd see that entire shaft of knee-slapping flesh flop out, dragging those overburdened panties down with it!
When Celestia finally swanned out onto the stage, showing off her blazing white costume to the gathered crowd, she found the most delightful sight waiting for her. A pair of reddened buns on Twilight, to go with the long, long bratwurst sausage cooling in the nighttime breeze. She knew she'd have to find some time during her speech to give those tasty wares a sampling, no matter who saw! As she moved up behind her protégé, she sandwiched him against the small podium. She found the opportunity to give her back a rest by placing her wobbling mega-tits on the small twink's shoulders.
Twilight was fretting, feeling more trapped than ever as her perverted fingers slid along the length of his veiny, drooling shaft. Without even realizing he was doing it, he bent forwards and clasped the podium with both hands, teeth sinking into that super-plush bottom lip of his! The cutie raised his behind.
His immense cock wasn't so much pressed up against the wood as it was hanging down between his legs like a spigot for her personal thirst-quenching! He soon felt his feet rise onto tippy-toes, then leave the ground as Celestia got to work on him. She used one hand wrapped around his cock's base to hoist him up, and the other to slide up and down his glistening shaft.
"Uhoooo~" he squealed, the indent of his front teeth in his lip growing slightly larger as he forced down a cry! Celestia was pumping him like she was deadset on receiving an ejaculation, and there was nothing he could do to stop her!
"Ahhmmm! Ahhh! Ahhmmm..." he gushed and gushed, swaying from side to side. She had been right to seize him in such a strong grip! She could hold his cock steady as he wriggled and stop her little stallion from bruising her thighs with that bat-sized meat! He really was lucky to have such a generous handler to match that cock far beyond his own small size!
The temptation to lay his head down on the podium and accept his shameful fate was growing. Why not just drop his head cheek-first onto the wood with a loud thud of defeat, roll his eyes back and start leaking a steady flow of drool? He was just a long-haired, sperm-tank cutie to her at this point, so why not just accept his fate... Surely Twilight would look just gorgeous showing off his most shamefaced ahegao for the crowd as his pent-up sin rocketed out of his cock and splattered all over the stage. Mmm. The idea sounded so, so good!
The first strands of that incredibly soft, silky purple and pink hair began to crawl across the podium. They might have gone all the way if Celestia's voice in his ear hadn't startled him back to wakefulness. "Ahhh? Oh, um! Eek! I'm sorry! What did you say, um, Princess?"
Celestia, rather than looking hurt, ran her fingers through the twink's colourful hair. "I asked if you were ready to give your speech to the assembled crowd, Twilight. All your friends are here... Why don't you say something to them?"
Her esteemed student fixed the crowd with bleary eyes. His brain was almost completely stuffed with the pink fog of pleasure now. His final sane thoughts fought a losing battle to resist just mewling like a kitten and unloading his crowded nutsack with all the energy and strength he could muster up! He adjusted the cutie blue sash of his schoolgirl uniform and glanced at his palm cards, finding them too blurry to read.
He giggled nervously and raised his dark, purple-misted eyes to the crowd. The thought that Celestia must work out by how fast she was pumping his cock reduced the silly twink to a fit of childish giggling.
"Eheh. Uhmm... Yes~ Ponies of Ponyville!"
Celestia gripped his cock's crown between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. His eyes rolled and he snorted through his nose as semen leaked from the tip. "Ooough... Ponies of Ponyville, uhm! Tonight is Nightmare Night! A night of, mm, seizing whatever you want by the balls!"
The orgasm was building, and he knew he couldn't struggle against it any longer. His tongue lolled out and Twilight arched his slender back. He raised both hands, flashing the crowd the lewd double peace-signs they deserved! His brain was oozing out of his ears as fast as the cum out of his big fat cock! "So make sure, haaahn, you milk it! Milk it! Milk itttt! Squeeze out every last drop of fun you can from tonight! Eeehiiiiiiyyyeee!"
He gripped the podium with both hands, grinning ear to ear. Confusion and panic were leaping around behind his eyes as he ejaculated full-force. Twilight slathered the inner side of the podium with shot after shot of a week's build-up worth of hot, stinking semen. He kept on going until the podium looked like it had been whitewashed, then added some more goop to the murky filth dripping down its length. His churning balls went above and beyond the call of duty. His fluffy tail shot up all the way, his huge ladylike butt trembled and he fell backwards into Celestia's arms, letting the goddess cradle him. He was sucking in breaths so fast his little chest was rocketing up and down.
The appreciative, if unobservant, crowd roared their approval for his wonderful speech. Celestia nuzzled Twilight's cheek. "Absolutely lovely... I couldn't have said it better myself, my dearest student!"
Celestia's absolutely ruthless jerking just kept on going, not a single second since she laid her hands upon him being spent on not getting him off. Was it risky? Yes. Was it stupid? Most likely. Was it hot? To Celestia, it could barely get better than this! The idea of just bending Twilight over and letting everyone get a good view of his oversized shaft crossed her mind. She could let them see as he blew his wad all over the hands of his teacher. She faltered at the last moment.
The shame of it might scare him off, and that was something she'd never forgive herself for! Between his adorable little moans and that perverted speech, she could see the boy was just an exquisite little mess of hormones. Celestia couldn't wait to get him into her bedroom!
"Now I wish upon you all, a fun-filled Nightmare Night! Do not forget to savor your treats!" the princess said, her delicate hands giving Twilight's balls a tender rub. They still felt so full, and her very touch made Twilight shiver with desire. Such a needy boy, if she teased him just a little more, he'd snap like a twig. Not part of her plans, but a delightful idea nonetheless.
"Let's proceed with the night, mm?" the princess whispered, her hands still groping the young boy. But rather than jerk him and such, she was playing with his balls with one hand, while the other worked on returning his tool to his panties. In its current state, that was almost impossible, but she did manage - to a degree. The skirt he wore was hanging a tad further out than before It was quite obvious that he'd stuffed something huge into his underwear.
Celestia wiped her cum-drenched hand on the podium, briefly wondering what the clean-up ponies would think. She started making her way backstage, her obedient student at her side.
Twilight's pleading eyes never left her face, except for the occasional glance to her bust. He struggled with whether it would be appropriate for him to put his hand on her. Either around her divine hips, or on her heavenly ass. As soon as they entered the castle once more, Celestia made the choice for him. "You're dying for this aren't you Twilight? Here, allow me." she cooed, grasping his hand with her free hand and planting it firmly on her asscheek. With no remorse or hesitation, Twilight's fingers dug into the soft flesh, an obvious reaction briefly lifting his skirt. "My my, you can still go? The wonders of youth." she cooed, her head turning to plant a smooch on his forehead. "Meet me in my chambers in 5 minutes. Panties only."
Four minutes and 45 seconds later, Twilight entered the royal chambers, dressed exactly as Celestia had commanded. Waiting for more than 1 minute had been an insurmountable challenge, but the boy took his instructions to heart, and he felt ashamed that he couldn't wait any longer. Much like he had imagined,
Celestia's bedroom was quite the sight, decorated with great works of art and the most exquisite of furniture. Twilight briefly forgot about the matter at hand as he slowed walked forward, gazing here and there, admiring the various sculptures. Most were of Celestia, the poses and motives quite opposite of how Celestia had been acting on this particular evening. The view of the bed interrupted Twilight's starstruck gazing.
The bed's silken sheets were of the highest quality there was, to ensure Celestia's slumber was the best it could be. It was a delightful sight, luxurious in its appearance.
More important, laying atop the bed was the goddess herself, naked as the day she was born. Celestia's utterly massive breasts gave slight wobbles as the princess drew breath. She had exposed her gorgeous nethers entirely to Twilight. She had a devious smile on her face, covered by her tongue as she licked her lips. "Welcome to my chambers, Twilight."
Just crossing the threshold of the bed of the ruler of all Ponykind was an ordeal in itself. Climbing atop the silken sheets and parking his slender body between her great thighs was something else entirely. Twilight's panties were ready to burst as that hot member rampaged around inside. He finally freed it, allowing the thick globules of semen dripping from the tip to splatter on the flesh of the woman that his entire nation revered as a God.
Watching the boy climb onto her bed in a puppylike manner was making Celestia giddy with joy. He clumsily grasped the sheets as he crawled and drooled as he neared her body. It was so adorable! Her main focus of attention remained that fat cock, looking fit to burst in its far, far too tiny prison.
Out it came, the fat thing erect enough to not even touch her pudgy midriff, despite its obscene size. Already he was leaking for her, just further asserting that she was, indeed, one of the most beautiful women in all Equestria.
"You know what to do, don't you, Twilight?" she asked in her deep, rich voice. She lifted a foot from the bed and gripped his cock with her toes, pulling him a little closer. "Didn't any of those dusty old books you had your nose buried in mention this part of things?"
He couldn't even find the words to reply. He just gulped and came a little more on her, leaving the legs of the reclining work of art named Celestia even stickier. It was sinking into his fragmented, muddled mind that not one of the statues or paintings of the goddess across from him matched the real thing's beauty.
Somehow, he got his jumpy, twitching cock inside of her. The excitement of the act of losing his virginity had some illicit undercurrent to it that made him even more tense as he pushed up and inside. He realized all this had an undercurrent of real live sin to it, as if he were defiling a national treasure. He looked up at Celestia with dumbfounded eyes, and slowly began to move his hips. The way Celestia's warm inner folds cradled his angry penis was no less soothing than soaking up the rays of a warm summer day. Even the slightest movements against Celestia's pussy were enough to peel his foreskin and bare that flared purple head. It was no less magical than the sun rising over distant mountains in the early morning hours. Twilight let out a strangled cry, the whole event leaving him too choked with emotion to form words. He just eased up into her, thinking he'd only stop moving when his hips finally gave out.
For every inch of his penetration, he kept his eyes locked on hers, looking up at her with a mix of lust and awe. Twilight couldn't believe this was happening, and for just a split-second when he pushed his member inside her, Celestia could see something in his eyes. Something beyond his shy, obedient self, that thing she dreamed of one day bringing out! Celestia's nethers showed almost no resistance to the intruding cock, her heavenly loins proving an ample home for the prick of her apprentice. Celestia smiled down at Twilight as he started driving into her, her hands settling on his ass and urging him on. The sound of the door to the room slamming didn't even phase Twilight, the desire to please this wonderful goddess blocked out all other thoughts.
Soon enough, the room started filling with the deep moans of the sultry princess, her experienced pussy so easily pleased by his virgin cock. Not only was she dizzy to receive Twilight's love, but the young colt also possessed quite the cock. His balls slapping against her ass were an ever-present reminder of the risks of taking him bareback that thrilled her! He could so easily knock her up! To Celestia, this thought didn't matter, and to Twilight, the thought didn't even cross his mind. Such things were for afterwards, when he'd drained his needy cock fully!
As far as draining those heavy nuts went, he seemed to be quite a ways ahead of her! He moaned into her chest, sinking his face into those splendid orbs, driving into her again and again with total abandonment!
"Celestia!" His voice and cock both sent shudders through her body, his composure cracked like an egg. Twilight moaned her name, without so much as her title accompanying it!
No actions were even required from Celestia by now, all she had to do for her apprentice's last moral defenses to crumble was to simply take it. It helped that he did actually hit that perfect spot now and again while he pistoned into her, as if this was the last time he'd ever get to dip himself in her honeypot. Celestia wasn't worried though, she was sure her young apprentice's desire for more would ensure he was always ready when she needed it. And unbeknownst to Equestria, she had these indecent cravings much more often than she could consider reasonable!
"Just let it all out for your mistress, Twilight! Show her your appreciation!" this was the first time she had ever used the word 'mistress' towards Twilight, but it undoubtedly wouldn't be the last. That is, until she taught him properly.
The air filled with the sounds of lovemaking. It was equal parts the creaking bed, Celestia's hushed goading and Twilight's rough, frantic movements. A few minutes passed before he cried out her name again. He could feel a great pressure lifting from his chest as Celestia plucked his virginity with all the air of an experienced collector. Looking up into her eyes and seeing that smug, self-satisfied look on her face was all it took to push him over the edge! Subtly, she pushed her hips upwards, just to feel Twilight's push her right back down again, providing just a bit of resistance for him.
"Haaa~! Haaaah!" His sticky, squirmy dick was as good a student as he was! For the third time today, Twilight's firecracker cock blasted out the smelly insides of his large, purple nutsack. The main difference was that this time it wasn't going all over a manicured hand or soaking a poor, innocent podium! It was flooding his mentor's insides, making her toes curl in delight as a rushing, gushing tidal wave of spunk annihilated anything that remained of their previous platonic relationship. They were them together as just another pair of seedy perverts wanting to fuck like rabbits!
She opened her mouth to praise him on his fine work, but rather than words coming out, a tongue came in. When he first realized he was cumming, Twilight panicked, like he'd realized the moment should be more special. His eyes darted this way and that in a cold sweat. Then he dove for Celestia's face and broke a long-held taboo between them, his lips pushing against hers and his tongue worming into her mouth!
To the little spunk tank's confused mind this was perfect. He might have just fouled his curvaceous, divinely-built mentor with a slutty ejaculation, but at least they were kissing~
It was the perfect gesture of his heartfelt love and admiration for her. A pity he rapidly undermined it by letting out all sorts of horny moans into her mouth! His little pink tongue lashed luridly from side to side inside her mouth as he wailed and squirmed and flooded her womb! For shame, Twilight!
Surprising as it was, Celestia did not protest, instead she moved her hands up, locking them around the back of his head. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation of Twilight’s mouth, both of them lavishing their respective tastes on their partner.
All the while, Celestia could feel Twilight's member spewing string after string of his hot, potent seed into her pussy. His ejaculation felt endless in its entirety. She got the biggest load of the day, even his entire life, directly into her pussy. His creamy affection started oozing out from between Celestia's legs, soaking her thighs and the sheets.
It seemed like an eternity before the kiss was finally broken, a single string of saliva connecting their lips as the two lovers panted. Twilight's eyes had an almost glazed look to them, as if Celestia had drained the very essence from his body. The princess herself just looked thoroughly satisfied. This had been a great success, and the virile seed oozing out from Celestia's nethers was proof of that.
Twilight looked up at Celestia with pleading eyes, and the princess just smiled back and planted a kiss on his forehead. "You've done well, my faithful student. Now, rest, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." She rolled onto her side, keeping Twilight still inside her. Without even asking permission, the young colt gripped one of the titanic mounds in front of him and started suckling her teat, his nervousness seeming to ooze out of him. Celestia smiled to herself as she draped her arm across him, holding his head in her hand tenderly. With her other hand, she took on one of the exquisite blankets and draped it across the two, before joining Twilight in slumber.
Author's Note
I spent a looong time editing this one, so if you noticed the difference and appreciate the improvement in quality of the writing, let me know and I'll do it more often.
This is a story about Twilight eventually gaining a harem of very powerful residents of Equestria and becoming their master, although you'd hardly be able to tell from this chapter. He spends most of it getting bullied by Celestia!
Kingdom Of Twilight Sparkle
A Quite Bright Persuasion
Another year, another Grand Galloping Gala ruined. As Twilight Sparkle trotted his way through the clearing expanse of Canterlot Castle's royal ballroom, the spritely little stallion could feel the angry glares of the gentry crawling along his spine.
It wasn't fair, of course! While it was true that on some past occasions the blame for the event's failure lay squarely at his feet, this year Twilight had worked his butt off to make sure it was perfect. He'd gone above and beyond the call of duty in making this the best night ever.
Exotic cakes had been stacked in tottering piles to the heavens, right alongside platters laid out across the finest plates and platters bits could buy. Ponies attending the gala had even been greeted by a pair of exquisite twenty foot-tall ice sculptures. It was, without question, the most lavish event of the year.
And as much as Twilight would have loved to arrive in a knee-length fluffy sweater and thick dork-glasses with his hair in disarray, he had made an effort to more than look the part of a gracious host. The purplest pony in Canterlot had come wearing a lavish sequined gown, his long hair oiled and permed just so! With his characteristic slender shoulders and womanly hips, cherubic features and big, bright eyes, Twilight felt he looked more like a rent boy than the right-hand man of the Princess.
Although after tonight's events that might not be far from the truth.
Twilight cast his eyes towards the distant balcony, where a gauzy purple curtain partitioned it from the rest of the ballroom. She was on the other side, the very top-heavy silhouette shaking with the laughter of tonight's pranks. So top-heavy, in fact, that any one of her errant fits of giggling might send her tight dress’s plunging neckline bursting off of her.
Twilight knit his brows in frustration and clasped the curtain. Tonight, things had to change, for sure. He drew the curtain aside, stepping out into the chill night air.
The air here smelled like perfume and thick female hormones, with an undercurrent of the expensive wine still clutched in the Sun Goddess's fingers. He took a few creeping steps closer, bracing himself for what he was about to say. "Princess Celestia? I'd like to..."
Twilight paused, and reasserted himself, determined to get this right. "I need to talk to you."
The balcony was lit up by her long horn, a trickle of magic levitating the wine from her glass, making it float in tasty, bubbly little globules that she could lick and suck out of the air, or with a smidge more effort, twist into funny shapes. When Twilight entered, the wine formed into a miniature liquid double of him, one whose toes were curling, back was arching...and then quickly starting losing mass with a silent orgasm, pouring right into her waiting mouth.
Celestia licked her lips and leaned back into the balcony railing, planting her elbows just so, so that the fabric of her dress visibly creaked and strained over those mind-meltingly large breasts. They were proportionally oversized on her, even before taking her towering height into account. "Of course, of course, my precious student. What's on your mind?"
Twilight was a little slow to answer. His eyes were still lingering on where that miniature equine had been, right up until the moment where it had plunged into the depths of the decadent monarch's belly. There were some things ponies were not meant to witness.
The young sorcerer shuddered involuntarily, dragging his gaze back up to meet hers.
Like always, looking Celestia directly in the eyes was difficult. Like a deer in headlights, weak, wincing Twilight stared into holy perfection, her strong eyes and confidant smirk making his knees tremble. It had taken years and near-infinite talent to become just the assistant of this radiant deity lazing about before him. He could scarcely believe he was about to try to tell her what to do. It almost drained the will out of him.
But then, once the wedge was actually in, the work became easier, didn't it? Just like hooking a finger into that extravagant gown of hers and freeing one of the largest busts in all Equestria, the hardest part would be actually getting your digit crammed into the near skin-tight fabric wrapped around the Princess’s chest... Once it was in, freeing the bosom that even now looked long overdue for unwrapping would be the easy part.
Twilight gulped, trying to shake off his nervousness. He forced himself to press on. “The fact she's listening to you at all is the sign the finger's already hooked in. Just get to the tugging, Twilight! Bring her down to your level,” he thought.
And then, lower still...
"Well, it's about your performance tonight. At the Gala. Um!"
When Celestia began playing with her wine glass again, Twilight surprised her, and even himself, by setting his jaw and leaning forwards. His horn flashed as he encased it in a bright shell of purple magic, before snatching it from between her fingers.
Celestia’s eyes flashed only briefly with annoyance, before she took on a sly smile. Her little pony was standing up for himself! Or...trying to at least. It was a commendable effort, at least. And he did look cute. Not at all resolute or intimidating. More...pouty? We, it was a start.
Twilight exhaled with the force of the action - just using magic at all around Celestia could be difficult - and set it down on the balcony.
"This has to stop! No more doing things these things in public! You're lucky nobody saw!" Twilight exclaimed, hoping he sounded stern. He wanted it to come across as the righteous indignation he was feeling, and not just the mewling of a frightened little kitten.
"Mhm...? Twilight, sweetie, are you really sure no one saw? I know there was an entourage from Manehattan on the floor just aching for a royal scandal!”
She was teasing, of course. The Gala was one of the busiest events of the year, with thousands of ponies packed shoulder to shoulder in that small ballroom and wherever else. A hundred other events just as spicy would occur tonight without going unreported, and hers was no more special than the rest just for being royalty.
Absolutely no-one had seen. Well, probably no-one anyway. But even if someone had, Celestia still had plenty more to say. "Besides, my little pony, that's entirely missing the point. I couldn’t care less if anyone saw!”
The princess sniggered at the thought, shaking with silent laughter as she imagined one of those countless bureaucratic fodder trying to bring her to account for her actions.
Twilight turned red in the face as Celestia continued teasing: “What would they do exactly? Have you forgotten who you’re talking to, mm? I’m a Goddess, remember?”
Spurred on by drunkenness, Celestia was being a wicked little pony. Absolutely diabolical. “Anyone speaking to me in such a fashion, yourself included, will likely end up having their face used as the next royal throne. I answer to no authority. And you... You need another stiff drink, my child."
But it was hard for Twilight to swallow that particular line of reasoning. How could he, after just some thirty minutes ago he had witnessed the large, excessively-plump rump of one Princess Luna, Ruler of the Night, wiggling from side to side in alarm as it was glazed in a sticky, slimy coating of Sparkle spunk! She was Celestia’s own sister!
And then there was the matter of the load itself... Pony ejaculations like Twilight’s were far from small. When his spunk rod had seen that large behind straining under the material of her dress, it had definitely gone into overdrive. A gushing hot deluge of cum had splattered her ass over and over again, each cum-shot hitting with as much force as a spank from one of Twilight's little hands. And Luna had stood there and taken every last drop.
The normally intimidating and imposing monarch had trembled under the slimy shots, crying in alarm and doing her best to shake it off with coy wiggling, but to no avail... Her donut had been completely glazed.
On its own? Not so bad. But when you factored in a cackling Celestia being the one blurring her fingers up and down Twilight's rod in the first place, while the cutie-boy just stared down in wide-eyed, open-mouthed dismay, it got a little worse! And when one realized this was happening right in the centre of the Gala's dance floor to the finest string quartet in Equestria, it got a lot worse! The icing on the Luna-shaped cake was that Celestia had done it on purpose, intentionally catching her sister's oversized rear in the crossfire.
Well, perhaps she'd simply desired a target she couldn't possibly miss.
Nevertheless, it was the unshakeable truth that Celestia was so bored of the drudgery of hosting these snotty and snobby events she was flinging her sex-slave's cum about and not caring who got soaked!
"It has to stop! Starting tonight, you won't do anything like this again! We're just lucky it was your sister and not... not... What if it had been someone else, like someone from the press? Agh!"
He stalked back and forth, before stopping in front of the titsy monarch again. "And... And I'm going to, um! I'm going to punish you!"
That didn't sound right. Had Celestia misheard him?
The light of the Goddess’s horn shone a little brighter with divine prismatic energy. Twilight found himself up on his tiptoes, hands suddenly clasped behind his back, and an uncomfortable amount of pressure, like a vice grip, on his horn...and his other horn, "Excuse me? My little pony, just what has gotten into you?”
Celestia continued to lecture the frozen Twilight, even as she lazily strolled around his form. She stopped only occasionally to brush invisible specks of dust from the little one’s shoulders. “Ordering me around? Making threats?”
She came to a stop in front of Twilight, fixing him with another baleful smirk. “And did I really hear you right? You are going to punish me? Well, humour me. Just what did you have in mind?"
Celestia leaned down, putting herself at eye level with him, magic the only thing keeping her breasts from spilling out of the flimsy top. Their horns rubbed together as her hand rubbed between his legs. "Princess Celestia has been such a bad, bad girl~ What are you going to do about it?"
The magical bonds locked around Twilight almost sucked the life right out of him then and there. She'd trained the little masochist to get uncontrollably horny from playful bondage like this. Sure enough, the twink’s gigantic cum-cannon looked like it wanted to come out and play, wishing to break through the confines of his pants and giving those gigantic melons wobbling right in front of his face a thorough hosing down. He'd have soaked her with enough force to flatten them against her chest with the way she was spilling out of her dress!
A Goddess. That's who he was talking to like he was the man of the house who was going to make the rules. A literal Goddess that could burn ponies to ash with nothing but a glare, and had control over the heavens themselves.
A sickening thought made the bottom fall out of Twilight’s stomach: what if she took away the mind-blowing sex? What if she sent him back to being wrapped up under the covers with one hand fisting his cock and a dirty novel in the other... It almost made him begin to falter and beg for forgiveness, but Twilight kept his resolve.
He had to! He had to for the good of Equestria, and every pony in it. If this was enough to take away that blessed hand fisting his member for him, then he would just have to live with it. But it should be easy for him to persuade her, shouldn’t it? Twilight just had to pick the words that would make her swoon, say the things that would make her knees go weak!
Now... what exactly were those? Lots of phrases rose to mind, but none were exactly "Goddess-tested," were they?
"I... I think you'd enjoy it. You're always acting up like this. Playing around and not taking things s-seriously! Like my Nightmare Night speech, and not listening to me about the Canterlot Wedding. Hmph!"
He chewed his lip, looking up at her with determined eyes and a fiery erection. "You're like a filly acting bad and then wiggling her bottom at me right after, so...! So...!"
He gulped. "So I'm gonna give you the spanking you need! So you can learn about friendship and forgiving others like I have! And you should unhand me right now, before I decide to be even rougher on you!"
"A...a spanking?" Celestia tried to keep a straight face, doing her best to not spoil the mood. She wanted to tease the poor little thing until he was going crazy, but...
A spanking?! She cracked, giggling into her palm, the light of her horn fading as her hold on him collapsed, "Really! I know I said I was a bad girl, but do you really think that taking me over your knee...do you even think you could..." It was no use. She couldn't finish without more giggles bubbling out! She might have had a bit too much to drink. Still! It was funny.
Celestia finally wiped at her eyes, calming down. A spanking just sounded so... quaint, like the sort of thing a country bumpkin would consider risqué.
"My sensitive little pony... That is just too delightful." She stretched out her hand and a fresh bottle of wine flew towards her, popping its cork along the way. She took three solid swallows, wiped her mouth, "A spanking!" Celestia crowed, bursting into another tit-jiggling bout of giggles.
Twilight wrung his hands together nervously. At least he was free now! But was his chance for control over the situation diminishing or growing? There was no way of telling with the capricious Goddess. "Ahh... Ahh..."
Twilight stomped the tiles again, little fists balling by his sides. Every playful giggle from the Princess brought him a little closer to sheer frustration. As she looked down on her beautiful subject from behind those smirking eyes, Twilight was framed before Celestia by the thick orange curtain, the indistinct shapes of the frustrated party-goers shifting and dancing behind him. On the other side of that sheer drapery, the ponies were grouching and grumbling about Celestia's actions ruining yet another Gala, and he felt personally responsible for each and every one of them. This could have been avoided if he'd done something sooner, or tried to stop her!
The direct approach wasn't going to work. But an idea began to take form in Twilight's mind, an opportunity to wheedle his way a little deeper into her vulnerable core. "What's the matter~? Are you afraid?"
When she began to scoff, he quickly plunged ahead, not giving her a chance to interrupt. "Mmm? Aren't you doing things like this because you think you're so above them all? Ah! I think I read a book about this! And you know how I feel about doing things exactly by the book~"
He slowly began to pace towards her, his words having an effect on himself, if not exactly on Celestia. Twilight always felt his confidence being bolstered where books were involved.
His smile got wider and wider as he actually began to lecture the ruler of the daytime. "You've been the ruler of Equestria for so long that you've forgotten what it's like to have to answer to someone, haven't you? After all, who's going to be there to review your performance, mm? Ensure that the kingdom is running in a rational, reasonable way, where beings like Discord are kept safely locked away and routine checks are run for Changeling sleeper agents! If anything, this is long overdue!"
"Oh, it's perfect! It would be good for you, even! For someone to have power over you and the ability to punish you! Yes! Of course, we'd have to find some way to reapportion your magical power to me for the duration of your "assessment", but I think it would bring about a whole new outlook from you on what's expected of you in ruling your kingdom!"
He was leaning into her now, fingertips planted on her bust as he rose up on tippy-toes. Even then, the enormously-proportioned Milf Goddess still towered over him by no small amount! "Surely this should be nothing for you, mm? You're the ultimate force of pony power, an ageless being of infinite beauty, so having your magic snipped for a just a short little while shouldn't make you feel threatened? Mm! You have to agree to it!"
"Or," he said, flicking one of her nipples noncommittally as he paused to study his fingers. "Could it be you're afraid? Afraid of having to answer to one of your subjects for your... questionable... actions?"
Well, if she'd had any fears that this was one of her enemies attempting to trick her into relinquishing her powers, those were gone now. The little poindexter had brought up the topic of completely enslaving her, the almighty Princess Celestia, yet where anyone else would have slyly seduced her with promises of ecstasy and bliss, Twilight was gushing about it like it was a school project! Typical, really!
Well, his heart was certainly in the right place, wasn’t it? And they were both among the most powerful magic-users in Equestria. He was a world-renowned sorcerer and she was the incarnation of the Sun. When it came to discipline and punishment, did little Twilight even realize more options were presented to them than the flat of his palm swatting her sun-painted rear?
Her cheeks were already warm from the alcohol, but now they were hot. Afraid? Her? Oh, now he'd done it! She was going to... well, no, that would just prove his point. Wait, did that mean that unless she agreed, she was afraid? No, that was foolish! Just...her drunken mind couldn't help but narrow her choices down to just those two options. And she was not afraid!
She slapped at his hand, her blood running too hot to have time for foreplay. No way. She was going to show the smarmy little brat just what she was made of. "You wait right there, mister! Wait, no, come with me!"
With a flash of raw magical energy, space folded in on itself. The pair reappeared in Celestia’s personal chamber. Twilight coming in a little high and off centre, falling on the floor. Celestia marched right up to her wardrobe, began to toss things out faster than two arms would allow, throwing out a pile of clothing bigger than should fit in such a box into piles behind her, until, "Aha! Here we are~ Riiiight where I left them."
Celestia triumphantly withdrew a pair of small black panties, holding them under Twilight’s nose. They were shiny, and a bit too low-cut to be at all decent, but otherwise normal looking panties.
"I Made these to deal with Luna when she was going through her difficult phase. They're super special. The first thing they do is seal magic. It’s super easy for a pony like me to do that, you know, and it even works on a Goddess like me! Two, uh...”
Celestia took another drink from her wine bottle, which seemed to have come along with them. “Oh, yes, that’s right!”
“They don't come off unless the one who put them on takes them off. Or if they die...? Truly I am not sure. It has never come up, what with us being immortals and all...”
“Three..." There was definitely a three. Probably some other stuff too, but the alcohol had given Celestia a pleasantly numb sensation all over, and she wasn’t about to undo it by straining her mind remembering all those trivial details. "Well, whatever! Those are the important parts. If I put these on, I'd be completely, totally, absolutely helpless.”
Celestia grinned at Twilight over the hem of the tiny garment. For someone who had seemed so disinterested earlier, she seemed to have warmed to the idea considerably. The princess’s eyes were glimmering with excitement. “... And you could punish me however you like."
"Buuut! But but but...!” slurred the drunken Monarch. “I'll make a deal. I'll wear them for however long tonight, let you have your fun, prove I'm not scared... and unless you get me to promise to be a good girl, you'll be wearing them for a month!”
She shook them in his face, almost smacking Twilight about the chops in her glee. “Heehee! Now who’s afraid?”
Twilight's eyes touched on the magical underwear, before being slowly dragged back up to meet the Princess. She was serious. Deadly serious. She wanted to do this, and she wanted to do it right now.
He'd imagined taking his time with sheafs of carefully-organized papers and diligently assembling itineraries and schedules outlining his plans! Something like this took lots of planning! But Celestia was going to put paid to all of that by telling him, in no uncertain terms, it had to be now-now-now, right this moment! “I never thought you’d agree! My mind is officially blown!”
Well, that was certainly her style, wasn't it? It was why he'd always lagged behind in their relationship, while that cackling pervert had run rings around him. Even this newest deal was totally her. One day with her butt wrapped up in black being wagered against thirty of his: it wasn't fair.
And it wasn't supposed to be fair, but it was the best she'd ever offer him. The power to mercilessly spank Celestia's royal hindquarters all night long, until she finally hung her head and looked up at him from between those rainbow-coloured locks with burning lust. Could he make her admit she was in the wrong, and she was just a naughty little girl who wanted to have her velvet fat ass put in its place, turned bright red with dozens of boiling hand-prints?
Could Twilight Sparkle make his princess beg for more rough treatment?
The thought was driving Twilight wild, putting him into heat. His dick was throbbing painfully erect as he took a few steps towards her. Finally, in frustration, the tender pony shredded his gown with a toss of his magical horn, instead opting to reform a coal-black set of garments that sent a tingle down Celestia's spine.
Twilight’s pale body was wrapped in just tight, latex elbow gloves and stockings that gripped his pudgy-fat thighs... He might have looked quite the imposing dominant, if not for those dorky glasses of his still being perched on his nose.
He stood in front of Celestia, gloved fingers laced thoughtfully together under his chin, legs spread apart and that violent-looking rocket-cock pointed directly at her. The tip was oozing fresh, clear liquid that he blatantly wanted to fire inside of her... and yet he knew he barely had the time! He was puzzling out a plan, approaching the problem before him with his typical, cool-headed analytical nature.
Eventually, he nodded. "Yeeee~eees. Alright. I've decided! I accept your terms, Princess."
Huh. She really hadn't been expecting that. Then again, Twilight was a stubborn and heroic type, not backing down from a challenge. Well, it wasn't like she was either! "Fine then!"
Not wanting to be outdone by his display, Celestia’s horn flashed with enough brilliance that it must seem like the sun had risen to the gentry outside. When the flash subsided, she was stark-naked.
Twilight looked her up and down, struggling to hide his disappointment. “Umm... Just going nude?”
Celestia answered by slapping a hand on her hip. With her other hand, she shook a finger at him indignantly. “Whassamatter with me being naked? Naked is so sexy! And, look, it’s late, and I’m drunk and... It’s too much trouble to think of something clever.
But really, naked was good. Her body was perfection, her massive breasts not just defying gravity, but toying with it. They refused to sag even an inch more than perfection, just like the rest of her. As she laid herself across the bed under the open window, her deep brown skin tempted him closer. Wait, no, that was her sister. She was shining like...like a night-time sun? Whatever! Celestia plopped down on the edge of the bed and held the panties up with her toes. "Come on then. Help me put these on, won't you?"
Since he'd become her little cumbunny, Twilight had been in the situation of approaching the Goddess as she lazed on her bed countless times. He'd grown accustomed to it, so... so...
So why was he shaking so much now? He felt giddy and lightheaded as he looked down on the marvellous ruler of Equestria, stretched out before him.
Celestia really was nothing short of perfect. Those cheeky lip bites she did as she toyed with him packed more emotion and beauty in a single moment than other ponies could experience in an entire day. The wisdom locked behind those eyes intimidated and enticed him equally. And her skin...
Looking at her now reminded him of how lucky he was to be able to explore her lewd body. She was soft, yet perfectly firm, springy and supple. Her curves were cock-teasingly decadent and nurturing and mature at the same time.
He crept up to the edge of the bed so quietly they could have heard a pin drop. He watched her, flicking the panties about on her toes, and gulped prettily, before hoisting them off her feet. He held them up in front of his face, able to feel the sheer powerlessness pouring out of the magic-drinking panties, knowing that if he put them on, he'd be done for.
Twilight was incredibly blessed to wield an amount of power equal to even one percent of Celestia's great magic. To stand before her without even that... He shuddered at the thought.
Even accounting for her drunkenness, the fact she was letting him slip them on her made his heart quaver. He quickly went to the task before she had a change of heart.
Twilight glanced back to the bed, almost afraid to go closer. Even now, Celestia’s body was gushing out overwhelming magical and sexual might. Getting up closer to her would involve penetrating that mind-numbing fog of womanly power, lust, indulgence and maternity, and he’d have to do it without shooting off right there on the spot, too! How could any magically-sensitive boy be exposed to the Princess’s aura and not grow so aroused they lost their focus?
"Mm. Celestia..."
Twilight nuzzled one of her feet with his cheek as he trapped her calves in the leg-holes. The material whispered naughtily as it slid slowly up her toned, built legs. The garment was halfway up her thighs before it began to stretch, the gauzy silk inching over her flesh bit-by-bit. It strained over the Princess's incredibly-thick, firm thighs, growing gauzy as it fought to contain all of her.
He paused at her ass, and gave a little gulp. The royal hind-quarters were considerable, after all! He squirmed between the confines of the Princess's legs, huffing her overwhelmingly feminine scent, until it felt like a river was flowing out between his thighs, dripping from the head of his cock. Each sniff of her nethers he took in felt like its own little ejaculation, driving him a little more wild.
Once these are on... Once these are on, this body is mine, he thought. I can do whatever I want to her. I can despoil Princess Celestia. He wiped the sweat from his brow and gave the panties a firm tug against her jiggling fat butt! Twilight had never wanted anything more in his whole life than right now, when he wanted to make the divinely empowered Princess Celestia into his mewling cum-kitten who drank cock-milk straight from the spigot!
Purely for the good of Equestria, of course!
"There...nice and snug." She ran her fingers along the shiny, stretchy, thin fabric. Mmm...these were nice. They clung to her, so short that they didn't make it even halfway up her impressive bottom, and when her fingers tugged at them, the material shifted into a liquid, her fingers slipping right through. It gave her tingles. Sure, this was mostly about proving to her pupil that she was unbreakable, unshakeable, and fearless, but...there was just something naughty about the situation. She liked the atmosphere.
Celestia reached out towards the bottle for another drink...and her fingers grasped at air. “Huh?”
She stared at her hand for a long, dumb moment. Ohhh... right. No magic. "Before you get too excited, pass me the bottle, would you? You know how Gods and wine are, sweetie~" Magic panties or no, Twilight was harmless. Her pet. Her fuzzy, soft, adorable little pet. Oh, what fun it would be to tease him when those tight undergarments were wrapped around his fat ass tomorrow.
Twilight Sparkle swallowed noisily as he cast his eyes over the Goddess languishing before him. The noise sounded positively deafening in the still quiet of Celestia's bedchambers.
Despite the pressure being placed upon her, pressure that would doubtless have crushed another, lesser pony, curvy Celestia seemed at ease as ever. The bosomy monarch reclined lazily across her bed, peering up at the small pony kneeling between her thighs with an obvious smirk. If anyone were likely to crack under the pressure of this unfolding drama it was him.
Piercing the silence and her stony exterior all at once, reducing Celestia to plaintive mewling... This would be his greatest friendship challenge yet!
Twilight abruptly realized he was still kneeling between those thick honey-dewed thighs of hers, royal flesh hemming him in from either side as royal toes tangled in the sheets, and almost lost his nerve again for the third time this night. He felt like a naughty intruder trespassing into a sacred ground, an insidious little pervert who wanted to despoil the holy personification of the pony religion.
The little purple pariah closed his eyes and refocused. He touched his fingers to his tightly wound forehead and reset his glasses. He curled a finger in his hair and looked up at that heaving bosom and those hooded, tricksy eyes.
“Just remember,” he thought to himself, "She's just as perverted as you are. And you're the only one here with magic now. The only one…”
He reached for the indicated wine bottle with shaking hands, closing his grip around the bottle. He was about to hoist it towards Celestia when a more tricky idea crossed his mind, one that made lights fire off behind his eyes. It was the last thing she'd expect from her dutiful little servant after all. Twilight smiled as he lifted the wine from the nightstand, poising his body over Celestia's.
"Good boy, just a sip and then we can... ahh!" She was just about to reach up for it when Twilight suddenly upended the jug, just far enough to make a drizzle rather than an outright torrent. He turned the neck downwards, and began to let out a steady flow of blood-red wine onto the princess's chubby, slightly-rounded gut. Celestia threw her arms up to try and block the stream, but they were simply stained as well.
Twilight leant forwards, steadying himself on an immense, dark-brown thigh, and continued pouring trickles of wine that traced lines around Celestia's curves and began to form rivers in the milky flesh.
The wine was chilled, sending goosebumps prickling on her skin, making her gasp sharply. She could feel its stickiness on her bare skin. It was good wine, too! From forty years ago, when there'd been an unusually good harvest, a side effect of, well, of the goddess of the land having an especially exciting season. And now it was being wasted! Purely on instinct, she tried to make her horn glow, to pull the wine back into the air, and for a moment it shed a dim light... before fading away, drained into the magic of the panties in a way that left her winded.
"Just what do you think you're doing, you sissy? Why would you waste good wine?" She licked her forearm. A tingly taste, but there was no way she'd be able to stay buzzed like this, not with her divine constitution. "Such behaviour is not very cute at all."
The sight of his Goddess, the eternal ruler of all Equestria, spluttering and gasping as wine soaked her figure, was one Twilight wouldn't ever forget. It came faster, pooling in her tummy and dripping down her sides, staining the sheets beneath the royal derrière with alarming speed. Only once Celestia was good and soaked did the sly-looking little rebel set the bottle back down on the nightstand.
"You look... incredible," Twilight huffed, leaning towards her slightly. His face was flushed, his eyes were darting this way and that, he looked like a pony possessed! "Dear Princess Celestia, I want to, hahn, I want to remember this moment forever, your breasts dripping with nectar, your thighs glistening... Mm!"
He leaned so close to her that she could feel his hot breath scoring lines on her vulnerable tummy. He looked even more drunk than she did, that mop of purple-and-pink tresses only partially concealing a face that burned bright red with fear and excitement and shame... and that was to say nothing of the candy-pink tongue dangling out from between his kissable lips like a hound's! A tender mix of emotions was sizzling on the little love-struck stallion's face, and if it weren't for his laboured breathing and the whirlwind of emotions steaming in his heart, who knew what sort of tidal wave of praise and naughty, teasing words might have come spilling out~?
He was just too focused on his work! Same old Twilight as ever. Even when those strong hands of hers began to snake towards him, whether to stop him or to cradle him, the little Unicorn seemed to be expecting it, and his horn began to glow pre-emptively. Celestia suddenly felt her arms gently pulled upwards by tender magic energies, clapped together and sealed by a magical circlet to the four-poster's headboard. In her current state, there was no escape other than the mercy of the mere child before her. He was barely in his adulthood, yet playing with the body of an ancient!
Twilight continued to let out aroused little breaths all over her tummy, tingling her skin with his adoration. "Celestia... I've never seen this side of you~ It's so... Nnn..."
Without her in control, forcing him into sexual servitude as she so often did, Twilight was free to explore the princess's body. He took a sniff of her flesh that left him dazed and confused, and made his cock painfully hard. What had been a steady leaking trickle a moment ago momentarily became a gusher, a large glob of his liquid desire for her dribbling down her leg. He leaned down to where the wine was sloshed the thickest, in the dimple of her belly-button, and began to kiss and lick it up directly from his lover's body. He closed his eyes again and focused on nothing but the beauty trapped beneath him. "Mm."
She pulled, strained at the magical bonds holding her wrists pinned, but all that did was make her grunt and whine with the effort. It wasn't even that great of a bond! She was annoyed at having a bottle of her wine go to waste, and here her charge was, absolutely freaking out over the sight of her body; well, it's not that she could really blame him for that. What man could contain himself at this sight? Still...her buzz was dimming and what was left in its place was anger mixed with annoyance and a dash of pity. He'd been all talk, but this was his play? Pathetic.
She might not have her magic, might not be strong enough to break the bonds, but she was still a goddess. With a sudden motion, she raised her thighs up, then slapped them around his head with a loud thwack-ing impact, smooshing his face between them, "If this is your idea of punishment and training, it's hopeless. So why don't you be a good little slut and put these panties on. We both know that's what you really want, isn't it? We both know you don't have what it takes to tame me, not when you're so eager you'd lick your own cum off the floor just for the chance to be my footrest for a spell."
Oops~ Twilight had gotten so carried away he'd almost forgotten this wasn't any regular pony under him! This was the Princess, a firebrand with no equal!
He looked up at her, cheeks squished together around his pouty pink lips, and furrowed his brow in what he hoped looked commanding, but came off more like a silly-headed temper tantrum!
"N-No! That's not cute either! You're not being a... a cute submissive at all!"
Obviously, Twilight still had a long way to go.
Kingdom Of Twilight Sparkle
Birthright Ensnared, Twilight's Coronation
Author's Note
Releasing this chapter a little bit early!
Birthright Ensnared, Twilight's Coronation
Twilight Sparkle was trapped in the grip of the Goddess Celestia, a Goddess he was supposed to be dominating, and feeling completely, utterly powerless.
Twilight wriggled about in the confines of her thighs, doing his absolute best not to suffocate within those perfumed, heady confines. He ended up turning his body sideways, using both boots on one leg and both gloves on the other, and successfully prised them apart. More magical shackles materialized out of thin air, and Celestia's legs were locked apart, leaving her spread-eagled before her fledgling "master."
"Hmph! Haah... Haah..." He had to pause to catch his breath, before giving her another rude look. "R-Really, it's no wonder you're so used to holding your subjects down while you ride them ragged! You're super-duper pushy!"
The wine that had previously pooled on her plush tum was now flowing freely all over the sheets, leaving the bed quite soaked, and terribly stained! Twilight dipped his fingers into one of the few remaining reservoirs on Celestia's body. He drew silky love-hearts around her button with black-gloved fingers, before hoisting it up before her eyes. The amber liquid she'd so desired was now dripping from his fingertips in tantalizing amounts, oozing in alternating rates as he turned the digits this way and that. "Mm. All this over a little wine, wasn't it? You like this stuff this much?"
A tone of slyness entered his voice as the svelte tease lay down on Celestia's rounded gut, resting his black-clad elbows on those colossal, fleshy breasts of hers. He settled atop her bust and got comfortable, sinking into her breasts as he got to turning Princess Celestia into his personal bed!
He dangled one of those gloved fingertips over her lips, peering at her over the top of it cautiously... and then popped it between his own lips with a satisfied sigh. "Ahhhn~! Ohh... That's delicious. Mmn..."
One by one, he sucked the fingers of his gloves dry, making loud, sticky pops with each evacuation. He pretended not to notice her watching, giggling each time he wiggled a finger between those succulent, wet peach-lips of his. "Mmm! So fruity~"
"You little...!" She bucked and twisted on the bed, but she hardly had the leverage to throw him off. Her horn flashed too, but never brighter than a firefly before all of that magic was sapped away. Trying to throw him off with magic was ten times more exhausting than attempting it with her belly, and in no time she could feel herself wearing out, her shimmering hair starting to stick to her sweat soaked cheek, beads of more sweat peppering her body as her breathing went ragged.
Celestia leaned forward, sticking her tongue out towards his finger. After a moment of straining, she pulled back, frustrated, "You don't even like wine!"
Twilight took his time even more, dragging the seconds out.
With all four fingers fully suckled, the purple pony had just his thumb remaining now, flush and dripping with wine. He dangled it over his lips, and gave the Princess a sideways glance as it oozed down onto his pink tongue, soaking the centre. He circled his tongue around the shaft, then moved his hand to cradle his cheek as he swallowed with a smile. "Mm!"
Now Twilight felt fully into the swing of teasing Celestia. He knew she had assumed tonight would involve the most basic of baby-steps... maybe he would tie her up and give her an especially rough fucking.
But instead, he was determined to get under the royal's skin, wanting to take hold of her heart and play with her from the inside. If she'd been expecting him to just tie her up, hold her down and call her rude words while he pounded her, Celestia was in for a rude awakening.
Twilight continued rubbing his cheek with the fingers of his clean hand, letting the wine's warmth soak into his body. He hoisted the shiny black fingers of the glove on his other hand, still glossy and dripping with wine, and hesitantly brought them closer to her face. He did it slowly, and it felt to her like it took far longer than it ever could have possibly needed to. Had he forgotten he was on a time limit to play with her before he became her magic-bereft slave? He should be making the most of this, not wasting his time on some silly display!
"You're right," said Twilight, dimpling his soft lips with the black tip of his forefinger. "You're the one who likes wine here. So drink up~"
Celestia pursed her lips together, coming dangerously close to a pout, then stubbornly threw her head back onto the pillow, "Pour it in a glass instead." She gave a huff, averted her eyes. If he thought she was going to play along with his little game, then...well, then she wouldn't! Oooo...! Just wait until the morning. She was going to tan his hide pink! But for now, locked into place as she was, she couldn't do much more than fume and clench her teeth.
Not that it'd be the end of the world to indulge him. He was a loyal pupil, highly useful. It was good wine. It might even be...interesting...to try it out. See what it was like. Except there was absolutely no way in the world she was going to!
"Mm? If you're not up to following even a simple command like this, we should just stop!" he said. It was mean, and sounded like it normally would have been delivered with one of those little pouts he had whenever he didn't get his way, so why was he still smiling slyly?
Twilight brought his free hand down to the waist-band of her panties, hooking a finger in the fabric. She immediately felt that out-of-reach magical energy of hers trickling back to her... Or, more accurately, dangled teasingly just out of her reach. She felt an eager need to embrace her magic almost immediately. Being separated from it was like being trapped in tight latex, as difficult as being blind, deaf, and helpless...
She let out a moan when her magic snapped back out of her reach. Nooooo! So close... she'd been so close, and...
Celestia’s thighs pulled towards each other, a tingle running through her body. That was new. The denial, the teasing, her own desperation... there was something about it. Something interesting.
The smaller pony released the material and it smacked back against her pudgy hip. Celestia's smooshy, gooshy muffin-top was pinched tightly by the material, deformed just slightly enough to make him horny all over again. Those plump, well-matured curves made Pinkie Pie and Rarity, the softest butts in Ponyville, look like a pair of baking trays in comparison. He sank into her cuddly body a little more, squishing in amongst all that Princess with renewed vigour.
He pushed one of those rose-scented fingers to her lips, the smell of her favourite wine drifting up her nostrils and along her sinuses. It smelt as perfect and heady as she could ever remember, which just caused another flash of irritation at Twi for throwing so much of it away! But at the same time, it was here, inches from her lips, waiting to be suckled and slurped at like an animal would.
The princess was just about to turn her attention back to the young Sparkle, when a faint tingling sound came to her ears. Spirals of purple and blue magic were coiling around Twilight’s feminine fingers, soaking into the drizzling fluids making them way down his wrist, dripping along his forearm. Even deprived of her magic as she was, Celestia could have recognized the patterns with both eyes shut: a flavour-enhancing charm was infusing the wine, amping its taste up little by little.
Twilight narrowed his large, soulful eyes, giving Princess Celestia a Cheshire Cat smile as he whispered dirty words to her. "Starting right now, I’ll treat you like a pet, Princess! Now would you prefer to drink like this, or should I put a bowl down on the bedroom floor?”
A snappy barb was already on her lips, but didn’t make it any further. The smell of the rich, expensive wine that had previously caressed her delicate nose intensified with the increasing richness and flavour of its taste, throbbing tantalizingly right under her nose with growing intensity. It smelt so good!
“Berry Punch’s Cheeky Flavour Enhancer,” Celestia whispered, a slight note of suspicion creeping into her voice. “A light glamour spell designed to draw out the full flavour of the grapes, but with the unusual side-effect of making ponies more susceptible to suggestion. Young Twilight, I thought you had shame, yet you would drug your own Princess?”
Celestia refocused her thoughts, trying her hardest to shut out the juicy aroma. Her mouth was only hanging open a little, barely at all, really! Her nostrils were flaring, but how could she be expected to help that! Anyone would want to drool like a pupper when they smelt... something... so... good!
Twilight danced his fingers back slightly as Celestia stretched her tongue out towards his hand. “Actually, after long hours in the castle library, I discovered Berry Punch’s notes had been based on her discovery of an earlier spell thought lost to Equestrian history.”
He dipped his fingers in again, making the Princess swelter for a moment, then wiggled them back. “I happened to track the spell back to where it was first developed, and found it was right here in Canterlot. Mm? You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Celestia? I understand it was brought about during a period where a certain Princess was still experimenting with romancing young ponies and happened to be looking for shortcuts...”
Celestia squirmed under her pupil’s gaze, eyes darting this way and that. She knew she should have destroyed every last copy!
“Really, Twilight. I insist you cease this foolishness at once. A Princess using a light charm ,” she paused to emphasize the phrase, “a light charmto enhance her already prodigious beauty is one thing, but for a commoner to...”
Twilight shushed her by putting a finger to Celestia’s lips. It just so happened to be one of those wine-oozing digits that had left her bordering on mesmerizing. It was right in front of her face, all she had to do now was creep her tongue out slightly, and...
She nuzzled her head into his palm, relaxing into Twilight’s warm grip. “N-Not a bad start, my pupil, but this sort of underhanded trickery won’t do all the work for you...”
Nevertheless, Celestia’s pink tongue snaked out, as if of its own accord. She collected a bead of the chilled red wine, the fluid bringing unspeakable relief to the inside of her mouth. “I learnt it myself, you can’t expect to... Mmmn... To accomplish everything with force like this, so you must make your Princess want it...”
Twilight Sparkle, the dutiful attendant to Equestria's Crown Princess, now found himself looking down on her. Even as he prickled under Celestia's many barbs, he was captivated by the beauty of his lover, her endlessly-spilling curves now possessed of a liveliness he had never seen in her before. It seemed with the right amount of teasing and torment, even a Goddess could be made to writhe in discomfort.
"Haahn..."
The little flush-faced stallion poised his fingers over that receptive, tight orifice gaping up at him. Celestia's plush lips were parted, drool running down her chin, and moving as if whispering. The motion looked only as innocent as its context, and with those fingers dangling over her mouth, it looked obscene. Her mouth was a slickly-oiled hole, waiting to be filled in.
Twilight's fingers inched down the length of her writhing tongue, leaving a glistening red trail of toe-curlingly delicious wine as they went. He twirled them in a circle, dove in and out a few times in a way that could only make her think of those fingers as surrogates for the boiling rod between his legs, then wriggled them under her tongue, catching and petting her frenulum. Each glance of those fingers on the princess's over-sensitive tastebuds dealt her mind-melting bursts of taste and sensation, hot flushes that were a mixture of sizzling taste and pulsing pleasure that left her reeling and made focusing on resisting her little pupil grow more difficult by the minute. Seconds stretched out little by little, the moments growing more and more tense as Twilight molested the inside of her royal mouth.
She knew she shouldn't. She should pull away. That wine wasn't just delicious, wasn't just giving her a heavenly buzz, and it wasn't just erotic to lick her pupil's fingers. No...it really was magic. Powerful magic. And even if she was a goddess, her powers were sealed, her mind pliable. Who knows what might happen if she indulged? She might...
Oh dear, oh dear. That was nice. How could his fingers be so good? She needed it poured into a bowl! A bathtub, a pool! Her lips wrapped tight around his fingers, her tongue squirming as she suckled needily. The few drops of wine were gone in a heartbeat, but she kept sucking, kept needing a little more, her mouth filling with drool as the taste sent shivers through her body. It was probably fine. She was a Goddess after all. Even with her magic sealed, it wouldn't have much of an effect on her.
Celestia sucked harder and harder, nibbling on his fingers, but there was just the rubbery taste of latex in her mouth now, drool going down her chin, she flumped backwards, "... More. I want more!"
Twilight let out a soft whistle under his breath, just the tiniest little of an exhalation. It only slightly hinted at what he was feeling inside, but thankfully there was a much more accessible, and easily conveyed, measure of his mood: between Twilight's latex-clad thighs, his raging boner was hard enough to break a plate! Fat veins throbbed along the shaft, while the large head was being buoyed down under the weight of all the cum it was pumping out. The shaft wobbled with each deluge of seed, Twilight unable to stop himself from cumming all over the sight of his Goddess reduced to this mewling pet. "Nnnmm... Celestia..."
He humped the air, thrusting unconsciously, needing something to dump the expanding contents of his oversized seed-pods inside. Twilight's package had been full of cum when he'd first entered the room, but the sight of the Princess acting like... like this had his plump balls over-active beyond measure, thick loads of sperm rushing to be fired, clamouring for a shot at Celestia's fine curves. The small pony snorted out hot air through his nostrils, not doing a single thing to keep an exceptionally smug - and growing - smile of victory off his face. He wanted to cum in Celestia's pussy so much! And soon, he would!
"Celestia... I've never seen someone so excited about some fingers, heehee... Look..."
He waggled his dripping fingers in front of her face. They were no less sticky, but now it was with the Princess's saliva, clear fluid that dribbled and ran down his hands just like the flow dribbling down her chin. "To think the Princess would bestow such a great gift on her humble servant, o-oh my..."
Twilight raised the wine bottle again. He drizzled it lightly along her lips, then returned his fingers to her anxious, anticipating body, invading the inside of her mouth. "Drink up~"
Her mouth opened wide to receive that drizzle, her gratitude catching her off guard, surprising her. Thank you! The feeling was bursting in her chest, washing past even the taste of the wine, and it made absolutely no sense. Thank you? Gratitude? If he hadn't tied her up like this, she could have had as much of this enchanted wine as she wanted. She shouldn't be thankful, she should be furious! But...but it tasted so good...she let it linger in her mouth, mix with her saliva, only let it start to slide down her throat when he forced his fingers back in, not wanting to let even a drop go to waste.
The taste of wine and rubber mixed again, filled her nose, and she feared that she might start to associate this perverted smell with submissive thoughts. She licked his fingers, cleaning his gloves, nuzzled at them. She could worry about that later. Right now...right now she just wanted to get more, do whatever she could to convince him to give her more.
Twilight was just about to withdraw his hand to gather wine for the third time when he happened to take a long, lingering look down at the beauty before him. Celestia was almost fully sitting up on the bed now, and it came to him in a sudden flash that made his cheek flush: she had nestled her head directly under his hand, like a pet inclining herself towards her master’s hand.
Celestia was easing into her new role, pressing herself against the underside of his hand and inviting him to do whatever he wanted. Twilight purred as he ran his fingers through her rainbow-hued hair, fingers tracing lines in the curls, and then finally brushing up against that fabulous ornament of hers: the royal crown.
Twilight immediately withdrew his fingers as if burned. So much as merely touching the ornamental circlet was a serious offense, one ponies could be severely punished for. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked directly at the golden engravings where his fingers had - for but a brief moment - alighted.
Twilight tried to put the crown out of mind, but it was virtually impossible. For a pony like him who liked dainty, girly things and adored dresses, gowns, heels, panties... was there any item more alluring in its femininity than a princess’s crown? He briefly imagined wearing it, and the thought alone was enough to make him grow visibly more stiff before Celestia’s eyes.
He looked from the head of his cock to Celestia’s wet mouth, realizing for the first time since he’d come in here how much he wanted it sucked. The cold air had cooled his flesh down there considerably, until goosebumps were rising up and down his vast cock and coin purse ballsack. In particular, those low-hanging seed pods had jumped up to cling to the underside of his shaft, huuuuge reservoirs of cum bulging its insides until they were all squeezed together.
Well, if Twilight wanted to bury the pretty face of the sovereign ruler of his nation under a fuckload of thick twink butt, use her chin as a rest for his balls, and layer the inside of her stomach with coat after coat of sloshing jizz, all he had to do was pound himself into her mouth.
With that in mind, he hopped to the task.
Twilight began drizzling more wine onto his body, but forewent his fingers this time. They’d already had wine twice now, he was going to give her something else to suckle and kiss at now. That shaft of his was drooling, and wouldn't the flavours of the wine and his thick, gushing cum make an excellent bouquet for her to savour?
With shaking hands and a fluttering heart, Twilight drizzled the wine up and down the length of his fabulous cock, making sure to coat those nuts of his as well! More wine dripped onto the bedsheets as he grew increasingly careless, but who wouldn’t grow a little flustered when faced with a Princess at their beck and call?
His eyes wandered back to the crown. Twilight gulped nervously.
Once he was deep inside her face, roughly fucking the inside of Celestia's mouth, it would be absolute child's play to unclasp his hands from the back of her head, reach up and... with a single feather-light touch, he could remove the ensorcelled monarch's crown and slip that golden headband above his own ears. It was just what their relationship needed, he thought! After all, could she ever take him seriously as long as she wore that elegant headdress and used it to flaunt her superiority over him? He wanted it... Twilight wanted to wear the crown of a Princess so badly he ached just thinking about it! He wanted to dominate Celestia completely, have her guzzle his seed while he held her tightly, issuing royal commands to wring him out to the last drop to his massive-breasted, perfectly-formed Goddess slave-girl!
Twilight drew his dripping, sticky cock all the way up to Celestia's mouth. He had to remind himself her magic was dampened. With her super-sensitive magical intuitions she would have detected his plan immediately, but somehow even drunk, unfocused and horny as a young filly in her first heat, it still wouldn't have surprised him if she just somehow knew all along what he was plotting to do! She was terrifyingly smart and far wiser than him... But that just made the temptation to own her all the more delicious.
Ahhh! So much wine going to waste! Her heart felt faint at the sight of so much splashing onto her fine mattress, but her need was overwhelming that fast. She strained at the magical bond binding her arms to the headboard, pulled hard enough that the thick oak groaned, but it held steady. She leaned forward as far as she could, tongue outstretched, and ached for a taste of his wine-covered cock, "Stop...don't tease me like this...if you want me to lick it from your cock, I'll do it, alright?"
The Princess struggled to get even an inch closer, "Let me...just let me lick you. I'll even suck you. Hurry...!" A thin line of drool was starting to flow, pooling in her navel.
Twilight was kneeling over Celestia now, perched on top of the larger woman like she was wearing those plump boy-thighs as a necklace. He wriggled his shaft right up to her, and dropped those large, musky nuts of his, churning with cum, right on top of her face. He'd never seen Celestia reduced to such need, and he knew right then he wanted to see more of it! Twilight wanted to see Celestia crying out in so much need she couldn't stand it.
"But... you know, Celestia, I'm simply being a good pupil..." he teased, as he rubbed the shaft of his cock up her face, completely covering one of her violet eyes as he leaked spunk into her ice cream-coloured tresses. "Isn't it right that greater desire for a product can be reasonably achieved through placing an embargo on excess quantities, thus driving up the demand for what remains? I'm just finding real-world applications for my studies."
"And, like any good economist would say, once you've sown the seeds of a profitable harvest, it's important to reap the rewards, as well, so... Open up, Celestia!" He inched those heavy, sloshing nuts in-between her lips, draping his turgid, throbbing and incredibly hot member against her face. The heat pouring out of him was almost instantly defused by her cool, beautiful face and he sighed in obvious relief, grinding his leaking fat dick on her cheek. Those wine-dripping nuts filled up Celestia's mouth, bulging her pretty pink cheeks as he stuffed her to the brim with his tight, smooth and hairless flesh.
"And to think there's ponies who say studying isn't fun~"
Her mouth yielded to him, inhaled him, savoured it, an explosion of berry flavour pounding straight into her skull, stunning her for a long moment. When she recovered, she was still letting him use her mouth, her eyes lidded, her body feeling languid. She tightened up her mouth, her body unconsciously doing its best to be the perfect hole, to curry his favour. Her body was learning the obedience brought pleasure, and she was still aching for more.
Her mind wasn't quite so dull. Cloudy, fuzzy...pink...but she was still lucid enough to know where to draw the line. Lucid enough to rationalize her behavior away. Lucid enough to realize that the more of that wine she took in, the harder a time she'd have resisting. It wasn't just getting her addicted, it was lowering her threshold for pleasure, eating away at her willpower, dulling her pride and fear. She realized all of this objectively, but transferring that rational analysis to emotional outrage just...wouldn't come.
She wanted cock!
Twilight purred as the Princess slurped and slobbered on his big, fat seed pods... And his purring only redoubled when he hefted his saliva-soaked balls from her mouth and instead dangled his cock in their place. The tip was quivering, waggling up and down as it crept out of his foreskin. One press of her lips to the head was enough to roll it back all the way, and for that big fat head to get teased on and dipping into her belly. Twilight sank his member into her gorgeous face, inch by inch, his eyes clinging to that crown sitting on her head the entire time.
Closer… Closer...He had to go deeper!
His toes curled in pleasure, dreaming of wearing it, and finally towering over this literal giantess who'd controlled him for so long~
Twilight began firmly face-fucking Celestia. He drove in again and again, big nuts clapping against her features with each thrust. He groaned and mewled cutely, gloved fingers finding purchase on the back of her head at first, and then... As his hips pistoned in and out, bringing himself the pleasure of a tight, hot hole and Celestia the even greater satisfaction of being that hole, he hooked his fingers under her crown's headband. He plucked it gently, sliding the gold away from her ears. Celestia's crown was coming off.
He started moving faster. It wasn't an intent to distract her, rather the closer he got to wearing her clothing and filling her position as a divine matriarch came, the more the thought of doing so drove him wild. Twilight arched his back, drooling like a bimbo as he fantasized himself silly! With a final little click, the golden crown and its single great gemstone, came free of her rainbow hair and he drew it along and up the space between them. Twilight took a firm thrust, then placed the crown on top of his cute little bonce, feeling it slide comfortably into place. Very comfortable. He felt so... queenly. So royal. That adorable little sissy felt a powerful need to to shoot all his cum out right there.
Princess Twilight Sparkle. Hnngh. The thought was too much to bear. Power. Dominance. It could all be his. He felt more aggressive, dominant and stronger than he ever had in his life, his low authority as a male now being eclipsed by a strength that was so much more ladylike. In those pretty latex boots and gloves he certainly looked cute enough to be a Princess, so why shouldn't he~?
Drunk on his new power, he laced the fingers of both hands on top of Celestia's bare head, clutched her tightly, and began moving that fat, full behind of his. He began rapidly pushing in and out of her mouth. His hips became a frantic blur as he fucked himself silly, almost lost for words. He used her mouth selfishly, needing to cum right now! He needed to gush out everything he had inside of the love of his life! "Hnn... Hnnaaah! Celestia! I can't hold back anymore! I'll cum! Cumming! Hiihhhhh~"
Poor Celestia! She could only make shameless "gluk gluk" sounds as he fucked her mouth. She was struggling just to breath in between his thrusts. She almost didn’t notice her tiara was missing.
Almost.
When Celestia did notice, her initial response wasn’t outrage, but shock. Just what did Twilight think he was doing? Taking her tiara was... Welll... It was just an ornament. If that was all it took to get his guard down, she could indulge it. And it would look good on him. A nice symbol of his power over her, of his position relative to hers. Her king, her ma...
What? Celestia’s eyes shot wide open as she suddenly realized where her train of thought had been taking her. She started bucking against him, a tiny amount of her sense returning to her.
Unfortunately, Celestia’s will, and her hesitation, didn’t come quite fast enough to actually do anything in the end. Her submission-drunk mind came flooding back to her just as Twilight began to spectacularly climax, riding out the most uniquely “princessly” firing-off of his life.
Before Celestia could so much as form a single word , she was blasted with a deluge of cum. Twilight’s thick, porridge-like seed filling her belly till it bulged.
Her "master" had a long moment of struggling to control himself. After all, it was hard to maintain an air of dignity while you were doing that . While you were gushing your gooey cum everywhere and making a mess, filling your new pet to the brim with seed!
Twilight drove himself wild, hips not stopping their pumping until every last gushing drop of seed had splashed into Princess Celestia's tummy. He finally drew back, paused to fix his newly-acquired crown with a spell as it as it tottered atop his head, and observed the scene.
The cutie boytoy was glistening with sweat from horn to slut-boots. He was panting daintily, tongue out, finger-tips splayed across his fluttering chest. Best of all, his cock was still up and throbbing. Delightful, then, that he had the perfect girl right in front of him to use it on!
He'd cum inside her many times before now, but their sex up until today had been like he'd been her little cum-cow, shooting off his seed on demand. Something about tonight being Twilight's turn to control the flow of seed had him pumped up, flushed with energy and determination. Even drooling and fucked-out, with cum and drool running down her chin, Twilight couldn't see his beloved Celestia as anything less than perfect. He pounced on her, giving her a needy and loving kiss, tasting his own seed on her lips and greedily helping her suckle and swallow it.
"Mmm... I'm such a lucky pony to have my very own Princess Celestia to command and control.”
Twilight gave Celestia a few more little pets, fingers twining in her hair. It sent shudders of pleasurable warmth all the way down her spine, deep into her pussy. He drew a handful of those beautiful silk strands up to his nose, and inhaled deeply of her scent.
"Celestia... Mmm... Good girl!"
Still dazed, Celestia smiled dumbly. “Mmm...”
“Do you promise to be a good girl now? Did I win our bet?”
Celestia cooed, her eyes wandering down to his amazing cock, then up to the crown on his head.
Her crown. His now.
She drew fingers around her hot, wet pussy, stimulating the outer lips. She only inserted fingers inside when Twilight was looking down there, making his eyes water.
When Celestia spoke again, it was preceded by a simply charming series of playful giggles. “No~”
“What?”
“No~ Fuck me more, Twilight.”
Twilight sagged, cocking his massive hip in frustration. He chewed his lips as he looked down at the self-pleasuring bundle of hormones on the bed, stretching her long legs out, massaging her greedy peach.
“Alright. Let’s continue.”
Kingdom Of Twilight Sparkle
End Of Night's Airtight Inclination
Twilight paced back and forth at the foot of the bed, Celestia’s glittering tiara bouncing atop his perfectly-coiffed hair. He touched a pensive fingertip to his small chin, glancing back towards the bed. Towards that lush, curvy marefriend of his, Princess Celestia.
“Mm, I was wondering if I’d have to bring this out. It’s a new spell Pinkie and I have been working on together.”
Twilight gleefully clapped his hands together, peering at her over the top of them. “I think it’s perfect for someone like you. Someone who wants to get in touch with her, eheh, inner pervert." His face was flushed as he spoke, taking hot little breaths in-between his words. The more the little brainiac’s ego grew, the more bold he became with his words. That welling arrogance, coupled with his horn already beginning to crackle with magical energies he was dying to unload on her, should have perhaps had Celestia more concerned.
But as she lay under her lover, crownless, the Princess simply let it happen. She eagerly returned his honeyed kisses whenever his lips drifted to hers.
Soon, she felt a magical current begin to trace its way in and around her plump, plush body, seeping into her proliferant curves like the caress of a virtuoso lover. Quite the naughty spell was working its way under Celestia’s soft skin, taking hold of her euphoric body and making her a better-suited pet for the blushing honey straddling her fertile form. The bonds chaining her released abruptly, but there was hardly any time to concentrate on that when she had so much else to pay attention to!
As Twilight’s magic continued to weave around Celestia once more, some alarm bells might finally be beginning to go off in her head. Just what impertinence did he have in mind this time?
But Celestia found out soon enough, her whole body aching with sticky heat as the magical energy suffused her. It fed on her own sequestered inner reserves to supercharge its purpose.
The first sign something was up was straight bands of clingy material slapping her across the tits, pinning her enormous bosom down tight to her body as new clothes materialized out of thin air. There was no mistaking what she was wearing. As the shimmering stopped and her new, embarrassing situation became clear, Celestia could see her wobbling assets, both abundant melon titties and cow-like behind, were strapped into an undersized bovine-print slingshot bikini that thinned down to little more than taut floss between her thick thighs, and didn't cover even half of the entirety of her saucer-sized areola.
It squeezed her chest ineffectively and plowed deep into her pussy and well-rounded bottom, with a mixture of pain and pleasure... but mostly just rude discomfort! The lewd outline of her plump vulva stood out starkly against the thin material; it was definitely Twilight’s magic that kept the narrow band from sinking in deeper.
For a costume intended to hold in so much sumptuous Princess, it was woefully undersized for the job. She'd have had an easier time tucking away all her immense curves under a hand-towel!
Twilight was concentrating hard on the magic now, not saying much other than groaning, not doing much other than biting his lip whenever he got hornier still. Trying to focus on such a complex spell while also sporting that hot, straining erection was hard... It made him just want to double-fist his big fat cock and start cumming more!
But he had to get this just right. For her. Pet or no, she was still Princess Celestia, and he still wanted to impress her with his great control of magic. He still squealed at her praise, and earnestly sought her approval of his studies.
So, Twilight continued the spell with the utmost of attention. For the next stage, then, a collar tightened around Celestia’s elegant throat, complete with a large cowbell hanging off the end, that rang cutely with even the slightest of movements. And of course gloves and stockings had to come with the ensemble, didn't they? Anything less would be a disservice to the Crown Cow. A couple more poofs of magic, and there they were.
And that was how Celestia soon found herself inexorably drawn down to the carpet on all fours, bell clanging cutely. A hyperventilating Twilight stood over her, fingers drumming on the shaft of his ridiculously-erect cock. He was smiling goofily, carried away in admiring his handiwork: making Equestria's sovereign ruler into a lactating, breeding-ready cowgirl he could stuff full of calves!
"O-Ooh. That's good," he whispered. "Nnn."
Celestia frowned, her nose wrinkling cutely. There was something she couldn’t quite figure out about all this... Twilight had pumped a lot of magic into her, far more than would be required just to materialize some simple clothing, so why...
She was suddenly paralyzed by an overwhelming sensation starting at her sternum and rapidly spreading out through her bust.
Ahhhh! Her breasts! That was why! Her bosom was growing, fantastically plumping out right before her eyes. The sudden burst of sensation made Celestia’s arms and legs give out, and she dropped to the floor in a cushy heap.
"St-stop, what're youuuuuu..." The word hung in her mouth, dragged out into a bovine low, and she found herself unable to get to her feet. It wasn't that her legs were weak; it was just that as soon as she tried, a wave of vertigo struck, sending her submissively back to all fours. Had she forgotten how to stand? Just what sort of spell was this? Clang! The sound of the bell at her throat was starting to give her an idea, one that was confirmed as she noticed the holstein-patterned gloves and thigh-high boots slapped around her limbs. The gloves were tight, more mittens than anything, there was just a single "hoof" for her fingers and thumb. Holding anything in her hands would be impossible.
A pony with hooves for hands?! It was humiliating!
"H-hey! Calm down, I'm not sure I like where this is - " 'Going'. She was about to say 'going', "Mooooving."
She slapped her forehead. She would have her revenge on that bubbly pink pony.
Twilight stood over Celestia, fat cock up and proud, that sly smile still on his face. "Does it feel good, Celestia~?" he purred in a soft voice. "Ahh, you must really want a cock inside you right now... I, ah, I don't think I could really make you a mother without some kind of international incident, but... Your whole body must be begging you for it right now, right? To just... ovulate and forget any responsibilities you have beyond laying a gushing pony-pipe inside your fertile pussy. Mm!"
Celestia glowered wordlessly. “I'd bet you'd like to anyway, wouldn't you, you rebellious little twerp?” she thought to herself. “Well, just you wait till I’m out of these panties... Maybe I’ll make you impregnate me! Hmph!”
He coaxed her to come closer. The mostly-naked fuccboi pony knelt in front of Celestia, cradling her head lovingly in his hands. He ran his fingers through that silky rainbow mane, all while drooling over how good she looked as a cow.
He'd really outdone himself with this spell! He might even have to see about binding it to some collars for future use!
"Now, before I put my nerd-dick all the way up in your Goddess-pussy, heehee, there's just one more thing to take care of... You, ah, you said if I couldn't get you to promise to be a good girl by the end of tonight, then I'd have to wear your panties for the next whole month! That's scary!"
He flicked both forefingers upwards, indicating the golden tiara perched on his head, and gave her a cheeky wink. "If I'm going to wear something of yours, this suits me a whole lot better, don't you think? So, mm, how about if you just promise to be a good girl..."
Twilight cupped her chin and locked his gaze with the deep, wise pools of her eyes, letting his voice assume a soothing, soporific tone, "We can do this sort of thing again whenever you want. You're enjoying putting your responsibilities aside so much, aren't you? Tonight looks like it's been very relaxing for you, Princess, so..."
He pensively poked his tongue into the corner of his mouth, wondering if he should hold his words. But they came spilling out all the same with hardly any resistance from him. "So... We should do it again. I'd like to do it again. I, um, I like being your subject and taking orders from you, but I really like being the dominant one in the bedroom. I think, ahh, it would be a good area for continued study. Mm."
"So does my dick," he purred, and the fat shaft gave an intimidating wobble. While he was speaking to her, he made inviting hand motions, encouraging the cow-pony to bring her luscious bubble butt around to face him. For probably some completely innocent and not-sexual reason.
"So, starting tonight, promise you'll be a good girl and I'll do you till the sun comes up."
Celestia whimpered. She moaned. She mooed. The irksome material was still digging insistently into her pussy, and it felt like it was on fire. Her nose was full of the scent of his compelling pheromones, seed, and the wine. Her hole was aching. She chewed down on her bottom lip. She didn't want to say it! She didn't want to say it! But...
Her breathing was ragged now. Somehow, Twilight seemed so tall, like he was towering over her. The crown that had previously looked so ridiculous on him now looked regal and majestic.
"F - fine... Fine!" She crawled on her hands and knees, turning around, then slowly placed her hands under her chin and lowered her upper body. Celestia’s heavy chest sandwiched against the floor, while her big eyes looking up at him desperately.
"Puh-please...I'll be a good girl. I promise. I promise I'll be a good girl! So please... Mooooo... Please fuck me!" She raised her bottom up, spread her legs for him, her thick thighs already slick with her juices.
Twilight's little hands seized his Goddess’s full-figured behind. He distended the perfect flesh with horny, needy little grabs at her body. He held her tightly, clutching her skin, and spread her plump buttcheeks apart. Twilight Sparkle exposed everything of his big, plump pony Princess, baring the feminine core that had helped him in getting this far: her wet, ripe pussy, pink and throbbing and spread for a fat cock to invade inside.
There was barely any space at all between Celestia's enormous thighs, just enough of a gap for the fat peach of her plump mons to be sandwiched within. His virile cock filled up all that available space, forcing her to spread her thighs apart, making her hot pussy present itself a little more for him. His flush cock, just slightly darker than the thighs it was pressuring between, shoved her legs apart. He flattened her pussy back against her pelvis, teased its lips apart and gloriously sunk inside. Twilight moaned long and low as he invited himself inside the entrance to Celestia’s womb.
He plunged forwards into her! Within moments, male master and feminine submissive were locked together at the hips. Celestia was stretched out across the carpet, hooves scratching through the fabric, face flushed and eyes rolling back into her head, while her smug little lover perched on top of her big behind and drove into her over and over. Twilight delighted in the sensation of controlling the thrusting, feeling overwhelmingly happy that each thrust of his hips brought pleased mewling and mooing to the curvaceous female figure trapped under him. Twilight dutifully focused on making her feel good, controlling his thrusts to handle the itches inside of her. He knew plenty of her pleasure spots, and teased each and every one of them. Each time he sunk into his callipygian pet's warm and inviting slit, he drew it along her tight inner walls. They both cried out together as they moved deeper into each other’s warm embrace.
He was mesmerized by the sight of where cock and pussy were joined. Her pussy lips were pinned apart as that throbbing rod dove into her, a near-constant flow of slippery, juicy fluids dribbling out of her around him. He brought his small hips against her much larger ones, momentarily losing any pretense of being her master and just being what he'd been all along: a horny little pony who wanted to pump his cum into Celestia's pussy! He held the mare he loved tightly and wrung himself out against her. He trailed smooches down her lower back.
The little pony stallion could already feel the semen welling up inside of him, aching to be out of his body and into hers, stuffing the Princess to the brim. He struggled to hold off his ejaculation, but her relentless bucking underneath him wasn't helping one bit. He buried his face in her strong back again, hot lips drunkenly sealing to her skin, tongue worming insistently as he took the edge off his lust. "I love you, Celestia!"
"Mooooo!" she cried out in ecstasy, driving down to the carpet hard, pushing her giant ass back against him with all she had. Her body was craving his throbbing geek-cock like her lungs craved air, more than that. He was big! So big and long, buried so deep inside of her, digging her out, making her... making her...
Celestia came, wailing out with one long moaning moo that must have been audible all the way out to the courtyard. But he kept going! Her body's sensitivity was jacked up so high that each pounding thrust right after her orgasm stung. But within just three strokes it was back to pleasure, building back towards another forceful peak, "My little pony! Your princess is cumming again!"
Celestia kept going feverishly, kept pushing back against him. "Master Twilight,” she scoffed, wanting to scold the silly bimbo boy for being so open with his feelings, “Telling your slave such a thing... It’s undignified!”
She shook her fat ass, flicking sweat this way and that with the force of its bouncing. “Moo! How could you forget Princess Celestia is your slutty cow! Use her! Fuck your horny princess slave! Tell her how lucky she is to have such a good, fat-cocked master!"
The sweaty, fucked-out little angel looked down at her, and her suddenly-serious expression. And he knew she was right. A master had that kind of responsibility to his pet as well, didn't he?
He had to get this night back under control immediately! For Celestia! Once again, he raised his hand to deliver a firm and sudden spank to the royal behind. He was in the perfect position for it, too, astride his slutty moo-cow as she orgasmed uncontrollably, her enormous butt upthrust at him and shaking with not a shred of her dignity remaining.
"Silence!" Twilight cried, mustering all the strength he could in his voice. The little stallion brought his elegant hand down on her fat, juicy bottom a second time, and then a third. "Your... Your master will treat his fat-chested slave however he wishes! Mm! You're my property now, a slutty pet for cumming inside...”
“... And... Ahnnn... You should be...” Twilight had almost cum right then and there, but the cutie just barely recovered himself at the last moment. He had to focus on not cumming above all else!
Poor little Twilight! At this point all he wanted to do was hold Celestia tightly as he fucked out all his cum. He just wanted to switch off his brain and shoot out every drop of fertile seed in his overstressed nuts deep inside of her, letting it all pool inside his chubby lover as he drifted off to a well-deserved sleep.
But Celestia’s unsatisfied libido was important. It had to be treated as seriously as any other threat to Equestria. His horny girlfriend’s itch was in need of a good, hard scratch, and it deserved as much of his focus, determination, and attention as any Discord or Nightmare Moon did. No matter how great his stress grew, Twilight had to keep his wits about him now more than ever, right until the veeeery end.
He quickly mouthed the subtle incantation of an old, simple spell. In his youth it had been a favourite utility charm for aiding concentration during magical studies... Goddess knew what his younger self would think of him if he could see what it was being used for now! But he couldn’t help it! With that divine pussy milking his shaft, Twilight had to do whatever it took to last a tiny... bit... longer...
Little Twilight straightened his back, looking down upon the glorious form of the heavenly being before him, a Goddess face-down and giant ass-up. The sight of such a majestic creature following his obscene orders, hanging on his every word, filled Twilight Sparkle with perverted strength.
Twilight cleared his thoughts, recovering his train of thought from the plunges of what was promising to be the greatest orgasm of his life, if he just surrendered to it. He spoke again, desperate to finish the command that would bring great Celestia to her knees. “You should be grateful to me!”
Now more than ever, Twilight was wishing he had one of his many perverted books on hand. Lecherous tomes of perversion and seediness, where the sort of smutty, overblown dialogue he was now reaching for flowed free and elegant. He could feel Celestia impatiently waiting under him, waiting for more vulgar and shocking language to stream forth from her so well-behaved and moderate student.
He had to make this completely perfect! Twilight wanted Celestia to have the satisfaction of being a submissive for a truly lewd master!
"So, ah, let's hear you beg! Beg for my thick seed shooting into you, you, ah, you lowly cow!" Twilight had said it. He’d finally said it! The little pony wiped the sweat from his brow, relaxing just a little bit.
Twilight paused, stilled his fluttering heart, and looked to her for her response.
Celestia wasn't begging.
In fact, when he glanced to her face, even under all that cow-clothing, the proud princess was grinning smugly back at her subject. Even with that golden crown on his head, she still seemed like the royal monarch looking down on her loyal, obedient subject. Twilight knew she was smirking at him behind those eyes! Even while trying to teach him the basics of being a dominant, she was sniggering at his screw-ups, laughing at his sentimentality.
It wasn’t fair! Twilight was running out of time, and Celestia’s armour didn’t even seem to be so much as dented. And yet, at that moment, Twilight didn’t even feel upset that she was going to win their bet. On the contrary, that was the last of his concerns. After all, she'd dressed him up in worse over the years.
What really hurt was that his lover had come to him craving something she hadn’t had in thousands of years... possibly even ever. The great, the divine, Princess Celestia was an ancient and immortal being: she had as much in common with the ponies of her kingdom as they did with ants. When the Goddess walked amongst her subjects, they gawked and gaped, looking up at her with eyes shining with awe and wonder...
Celestia had been up on that pedestal for so long, maintaining the image of a mature and noble mother figure to all of Equestria, that she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be a sexual being in the eyes of her subjects. Twilight knew this better than anyone, and when she’d sought him for some much-needed relief, he’d been delighted at the opportunity to fulfil her request. After all, she’d been so impossibly pent up after thousands of years of sexual neglect. Celestia had always been the mother, not the maiden.
Now Celestia was here with the pony she had come to think of as her lover, the pony who had promised to help her recover a spice she hadn’t known in thousands of years. Celestia had been provoked by promises of her being powerless before another in the bedroom, flanks boldly exposed for punishment. Celestia had been completely craving something like this, and that innocent smile on her face saddened him: it was just a sign he had disappointed her Highness.
Twilight couldn’t let it end like this.
He fervently spanked her again, but now the princess was barely registering the blows. After all, he had slender, girlish hands and her ponderous behind was one of the biggest and thickest in all of Equestria! It could absorb a dragon’s blows, let alone Twilight's dainty little butt-slaps.
But he wouldn't lose. He couldn't, not after coming this far! He had to make Celestia happy, no matter what it took.
Twilight knit his brows in concentration as he frantically sifted through memories of hundreds of spells, from the simplest cantrips to the world's greatest and most dangerous evocations. One by one, he considered them in light of the sweat-dripping, heavy-breasted female pony before him, and one by one he cast them aside.
"No, I can't let it end like this..." he whined.
Celestia looked back at him over her shoulder, now grinning wider. She licked her full, succulent lips, just a little. "Looks like it's time for you to try on your new pair of pa-a-anties, Twilight..."
That hurt Twilight more than anything. That no matter how much he let her down, she’d still be smiling outwardly. It came to her naturally to want to mask her disappointment around him. It would have been better if she’d whined out of a lack of fulfilment, but Celestia kept her bold face on right up until the end, refusing to so much as pout.
Celestia had been alone at the top for thousands of years. She was prepared to continue doing so.
Twilight turned his head away, blinking slightly. “Nnn...” The pony felt a single tear roll down his cheek as his Alicorn lover kept up that cheerful smirk at him. He couldn't take it anymore.
"Why do you always have to be the strong one? Even now?" Twilight cried. He suddenly dove forwards, throwing himself at her. Before Celestia knew what was happening, the student's lips met the master's, and he hungrily and passionately sought her mouth. The Princess was completely disarmed by the unexpected kiss, the smug smile fading from her face, replaced by a blissed-out "O”.
Celestia's initial shock melted away into renewed lust. The drunk, horny mare forcefully kissed Twilight back, tongue worming into his mouth. "Mmm... Mm."
Twilight and Celestia both shut their eyes. Their noses twitched lightly, focusing on each other's scents and touches as the kiss drew out longer and longer. Seconds were peeling away from Twilight's remaining time as Celestia's dominant, but that all felt like a fading memory. He kissed his stunned lover until he couldn't kiss her any longer, then drew back with a sickly-sweet shuddering gasp.
"Alright..." Twilight huffed, looking down on the momentarily-speechless Princess before him. He eased off the bed until he was standing over Celestia, cracking his knuckles. "Yes. I... I might just have the thing for this~"
Twilight whispered a powerful spell. With his magical reserves fading, the brave little steward sincerely hoped it would be the last one for the rest of the day. With a thundercrack and a brilliant flash of light, four shimmering portals opened around him.
Celestia's eyes darted this way and that as she tried to puzzle out the dire incantation's meaning, when her gaze was abruptly dragged downwards. Slimy goop was beginning to drool copiously from the glittering black holes, frothing and oozing over from whatever dark dimension Twilight had reached into. She was just about to raise sharp protest, when, without any warning, a passel of glossy black tentacles began to emerge from their depths.
Each protruding girth was thick around as one of Twilight's arms, making Celestia's blood run cold as she watched them whipping menacingly at the air. They coiled and lashed with unfocused power, waiting for their master's command.
One of those mesmerizingly oily-black tentacles struck the shuttered windows through which moonlight was pouring into Celestia’s bedroom. The glass flew wide open and rattled on its hinges, bringing with it a great gust of wind that extinguished every candle in the room. A chill galloped up Celestia's spine
Cast into total shadow, with only the pale light of the moon to see by, Twilight Sparkle appeared to Celestia as a sinister silhouette. He rose up from within the darkness, wreathed by glowing, lashing tentacles. A dim purple light shone over his chest and belly, reflecting the glow pouring out of his blazing eyes and magic-wreathed horn.
Twilight began to close in, shutting out all the magicless mare's escape avenues. As he came back to the bed, to her, his face was only briefly illuminated by the few beams of light left to see by, and the look on his features made Celestia’s heart pound in her chest.
He had become so solely transfixed on bringing her the pleasure of submission that he seemed transformed, the look on his immature face no longer his own. The merciless magician no longer resembled her mild-mannered student, but a master of the occult who would enslave and breed the animal he owned.
Her.
Twilight reached his gloved arms up, calling to the sinister tentacles. The menacing-looking monsters obediently dove forwards, wrapping around his little chest and limbs. They flicked his pointy pink nipples, lovingly trailed up his belly, stroked his cheeks in wicked caress... and then he directed them towards Celestia with a grim gesture.
Celestia swallowed heavily, the ring of her cowbell doleful in the darkness.This was rapidly straying into "overkill" territory... For the first time tonight, her heart really began to race. Her blood pounded in her ears. The drunken fog over her mind immediately cleared, the sight of those naughty whipping tendrils forcing the Princess fully sober. The thought of asking him to stop, to reconsider, rushed to Celestia's mind, but she immediately forced it down.
Celestia felt like a young girl again. For the first time in uncounted millennia, she realized her fate was completely out of her own hands, her future in the grasp of a dominant far more powerful than herself. It was too terrible, too awful, and too utterly sexy to resist any longer.
She was creaming herself over and over. The sheets under Princess Celestia's quivering ass were completely flooded. This. This was what she had craved. What she had pushed the slutty, girly colt to be. And now he was a stallion, and he had the reins.
She was taken roughly by the black coils, held tightly by the wrists, and hoisted forcefully into a shameful position. And after that, Twilight resumed his spanking... but this time the merciless tentacles did the striking for him! The first stinging slap from one of those throbbing, menacing manifestations was enough to take the wind out of Celestia, and they certainly weren't letting up any time soon. Her juicy rear was smacked again and again, pink-and-black suction cups leaving stinging welts on her rear and turning her porcelain skin red as could be. Time after time they whipped her, while Twilight continued to buck into her pussy, still mixing his cute little butt-slaps in with the others.
It was total sensory overload for Celestia. The stinging pain grew and grew, and without her magic to protect her, the rapid-fire spanking over and over of these naughty tentacles was far beyond anything she'd ever experienced. Each slap made her ready pussy clench, grabbing onto his fat cock so that it was nearly impossible to pull out, milking his virile shaft with a vice grip.
They spread her plush legs wide apart, holding her obscenely open for her beau, and Twilight grew closer and closer to shooting off his fertile spunk deep into her womb.
The next time she saw his face through the haze of her masochistic pleasure, the Twilight she knew had returned, his gentleness back in his face and voice, if not his actions. But that moment... It would leave her wondering for some time. "Ha! How do you like that? Satisfied now, you... you debauched, perverted Princess? Do you feel like you're a cow now, you big-breasted slave?"
"Now... Obey your master! Cum like the cow you are, Princess Celestia, and beg for me to use your body to ejaculate! Um~ Please!"
Celestia threw her head back and cried out. At first she'd protested, told him to stop, ordered him to stop, but that had quickly broken down into begging, pleading, promising to be a good girl, to do anything for him. When that failed, she could only cry out wordlessly, each slap tenderizing her large, round bottom more and more so that the next would sting that much more powerfully. The heat from her ass was radiating off, her energy sapped.
"Please...! Please, Master! Your pet begs for you to use her! Your slave... fuck... fill me! Fuck me, use me! Master, please!" she cried out, her whole body tensed as lightning coursed throughout it. Every nerve ending was ravaged by orgasms so powerful they hurt.
This. This was it. This is what had been denied her by cruel eternity and her lofty might. She would never relinquish it again.
There was no more patience or resistance left in Twilight's tank. He gave Celestia's ass one last slap, then used those tentacles to hoist her body back onto him, smothering his lap in thick pony booty. He filled up all the space with her enormous curves. Twilight wrapped his arms and legs both around her, clutching her ass with all four limbs as his hips blurred, pumping his cock deep into his ecstatic lover.
Celestia held Twilight tightly. She wanted to congratulate her student on a job well done, but was too distracted by the best dick she'd ever had and her womb crying out to milk a thick load of cum out of it.
Twilight watched as she shamelessly gyrated her broad flanks back and forth over the tip of his sticky-hot cock. He shuddered at the unfamiliar sensation of her needing him, desperately wanting him.
"Celestia... Mmm!" Twilight buried his face in her chest, seconds away from nutting a sticky, hot load right up her hot snatch and making his sex-fiend girlfriend into a fat-bellied, huge-breasted breeder. How many of her future delegations and trade meetings would now be interspersed by hushed, awed comments about the immense dome of her gravid, pregnant belly?
She moaned out loud when Twilight's incredibly thick cock bumped up against her last redoubt - the Royal Cervix, before she wrapped her strong arms around his cute li'l head and pulled him deeper.
On his next thrust, the combination of her rolling hips and his frantic thrusting made his cock push all the way through. At the same time Celestia placed his head deep between her breasts, his baby-maker went between the lips of her cervix and drove into her needy womb.
That was enough to leave the royal mischief-maker - for once - speechless: Celestia’s mouth was hanging open, her tongue lolling out while her eyes beaded with tears. Her burning need to be dominated was sure to be taken care of now, with those taut, heavy balls being able to empty so deep inside her.
Meanwhile, Twilight was hissing in confusion at the new sensation. Using her pussy as a cock-sheath was one thing, but using her womb in the same way was entirely different altogether. As the unicorn's fat penis penetrated the sacred spot where Celestia’s baby would grow, her cervix did the naughty job of becoming a second pussy.
Between that, and Celestia lovingly burying Twilight’s head between her fat cow tits, giving him some scrumptious breasts to suck on, Twilight couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t control himself a second longer.
“Fill me up, Twilight...” wheezed Celestia, in-between long, laboured pants. “Go on! I know how much you want to!”
“Celestia... Nn!”
That was all it took. Just like that, the little bull on top of her tensed up, arched his back, and released a great, pent-up moan as his floodgates broke. His magical tentacles pinched her wrists and ankles so tight it hurt, as Celestia felt shot after shot of her gorgeous partner's seed releasing into her, straining her rebellious inner walls under a tidal wave of male ejaculate.
He drove his oversized member's broad head right up to her cervix and continued to release, pumping just as much cum into the tight chamber of her womb as was released out of her body to drip lewdly onto the floor beneath them. Celestia ground her puffy pussy against his colossal shaft, back and forth, as all his seed washed into her.
As more and more of Twilight's hot cum was drunk down by Celestia's thirsty pussy, he got a firmer grip on the gorgeous, big-breasted mare, moaning deeper into her chest. He rubbed his face among her soft tits, holding her abused ass tightly as he suckled on a huge nipple... All while continuing to stir up her naughty sex-hole with his fat dick.
Twilight didn't release her at all, not until he was finally done cumming. He pumped out shot after shot of sticky seed into his bondage-bound lover, howling like a little slut as he came till his last.
Only when he was finished, did the precious little pony’s horn glow one final time.
The tall and spired centre of his magic lit up, and Celestia suddenly felt those free-flowing semen seize up inside her, as if grasped by an invisible hand. Wary of the earlier magics, and knowing she couldn't take much more, she tried to discern her master's intent. Could it be? Was Twilight really so determined to see her seeded that he would employ telekinesis that deep inside of her? Celestia panted, hearts filling her eyes as she felt herself being transformed once again... from the noble ruler of all of Equestria, into a breeding machine.
"Twilight... How... How could you, you bad boy... In your princess’s most vulnerable moment!" But inwardly she was goading him on, wishing he’d take it even further.
Celestia felt her egg being moved towards the churning, goopy load of semen and dunked in. It was assaulted from all sides by the pony's naughty seed.
What should have been a natural process of eggs randomly being found by sperm over many hours instead took place in seconds. Twilight carefully selected the strongest sperm with the best potential for making healthy children. She could dimly perceive what he was doing even without her magic, and watched with fascination as her small lover carefully handled Celestia's delicate eggs with his mind alone. He carefully and painstakingly brought semen and ovum together. And in her current magicless state, all Celestia could do was watch it happen.
Celestia's knew the very moment when she was impregnated to the best seed Twilight had to offer. He hadn't just carelessly fucked her and happily found her heavy with child later, he'd carefully and deliberately forced her into motherhood. What a little stud~
Celestia sat forward on top of her dorky little unicorn, catching her breath. Her tongue still hung out as she panted, mouth open.
Recovering some small measure of her decorum, the panting, fucked-out mare looked down on her lover, a truly appreciative smile on her face. He witnessed the full radiance of a blessed Goddess.
As those lovely tentacles unwound from Celestia’s body, she drew her plump ass off of Twilight and stood up proudly to her full height. His cock pulled out of her satisfied pussy with a wets chlorp, a torrent of his gooey spunk now free to ooze from between her thighs.
"Well done, hnnn, my, haaahn, student... You've... You’ve proven yourself an exceptional fuck," Celestia said, smiling serenely down at Twilight. "But come... We have much more to do tonight... master~"
The bed creaked for hours afterwards. The room shook with their cries, howls and whines and bellows echoing down the castle’s many halls. By the time they were done, the entirety of Celestia's bedroom stank of sweat and ejaculate, and two horny, sticky ponies who'd fucked themselves near-blind.
Even after that, they didn't take a breather. The pair only looked dazed and confused for a moment before they both began to rise onto their hands and knees, prowling towards each other and licking their greedy chops. Outside the castle's walls, Luna's moon rose to its peak, where it would remain for quite some time. Sunrise was at least six hours away, and as those perverts locked their lips together for not the last time tonight, it was clear neither of them had the slightest intention of stopping before then.
Several months later, Twilight Sparkle found stern-looking guards once again at the door of his private bedchambers. He was once again being called for by Princess Celestia.
He set down a thick tome he had been perusing and slowly rose from his desk. The guards muttered darkly that he had better be quick: Celestia was extra-impatient today. It stood to reason, after all: pregnant or not, Celestia was still a Goddess. Her hormonal rushes were like tidal waves compared to the trickles ordinary mares felt.
They left him at her door, and Twilight stepped inside alone.
Celestia looked up at him as he entered. Long eyelashes hooded in mischief, thick tongue running over and around her mouth in anticipation. She was fully naked except for a collar, stockings and gloves, body glistening with not just sweat, but also the milk pouring from her abundant chest.
She had been exceedingly well-endowed and curvaceous before, and pregnancy had only enhanced her figure. Her shoulders were as narrow as ever, yet now looked even more dwarfed by her newly grown-in rack, a massive pair of perfectly-formed breasts, icons raised to her divine fruitfulness. Each full oozing orb sat proudly on top of the dome of her greatly rounded belly, nipples freely oozing a steady flow of milk down her chest and onto her tummy. She looked desperately in need of milking
And what a tummy it was. It dominated Twilight's field of view with its awe-inspiring fertility, a true sign of ownership that she wore as proudly as any mare ever could have. Even now, as she looked up at him like a drooling beast with her tongue whipping back and forth like a perverted sex organ, Celestia still had one hand planted firmly on the fertile swell. She rubbed back and forth like she was feeling it just for the overwhelming comfort of it. Celestia loved being pregnant, and she loved being pregnant to Twilight Sparkle.
"Well, it's about time you arrived, my most handsome subject... Did you bring something to tie me up with, mmm?"
Twilight rubbed the back of his head, blushing, even as he hurriedly got out of his clothes. "Isn't it my turn to be, um, dominated, Celestia? Pleeeaaase?"
Celestia smirked, thumbing her nose playfully. Psychic tendrils were already reaching out for him, tugging Twilight to her as his stubborn member grew harder and harder. "I won't listen to pleading from a pervert who gets horny from the sight of a pregnant mare... Now come and kiss your princess~"
As their lips met, Twilight’s hands joined hers on the large dome of her tummy. He felt their foal kicking deep within and sighed in relief. His life felt complete.
Author's Note
This brings the current Celestia arc to its conclusion! Hooray~ Patrons have already voted for me to work on this story more, so next month I'll be kicking off "Full Moon", the second story arc in the series.
