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Earth and Sky - Celestia vs Toriel

It was possibly the most anticipated matchup in the history of the inter-universal wrestling league. The two women involved were two of the most powerful and well-respected erotic grapplers in the history of the business. Both had been champions on their own, multiple times, and both had cut a swath through every challenger who came to them, leaving a parade of unconscious opponents coated with their own sweat and cum. Thousands of articles have been written in magazines around the world predicting what the result of a battle like this one would be. And yet, somehow, they had never been one on one in the ring.

Never, that was, until today. Today, the audience was going to get what they had waited for years. A one on one match between two of the largest, most beautiful, most powerful women that the world of erotic wrestling had ever seen. In one corner would be Celestia, the ruler of the equine nation of Equestria. A goddess incarnate, baring all the best attributes of all her people. The wings of a pegasus, the magic of a unicorn, and the raw power of an earth pony, combined with millennia of skill to make one of the most powerful wrestlers the world had ever, and would ever see.

In the other corner would be Toriel, the queen of the Underground. Where Celestia’s people had thrived, hers had fallen. While she had bonded with all her people, Toriel had lived in isolation in her home for years. In so many ways, she was the polar opposite of Celestia... But in bottomless compassion and love for her people, she was her match. And skill, in muscle, in raw talent? Well, that was what the world had come here to find out.

The preliminary bouts had finished, and the ring had been wiped down once again. All that remained was for the combatants to enter.

The well-known opening notes of Equestria’s national anthem played, and the alabaster princess came forward.

“THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!”

The ring announcer struggled to make his voice heard over the excited cheering of the white-hot crowd. Eventually, he stopped, this was one warrior who needed no introduction. Her body glistened as she walked to the ring, her wrestling leotard with her cutie mark on the front pressed so tight to her body that it may well have been body paint. If anyone could have doubted her power, or her role as a solar goddess, the grace and power in her movements would have removed all doubt. In the bright lights of the arena, her body shined like the sun itself, and as she leaned back in the corner and slowly dragged her tongue over her lips while she eyed the entranceway, waiting for her opponent, it was clear that staring too long at her form could be just as dangerous... At least to anyone who hoped to satisfy their lover the next night. It was like every bit of all the heat, power, and eroticism that existed throughout her sun and love soaked world had been brought together and given a physical form. Celestia, the Sun Goddess of Equestria, waited in her corner for her opponent. She was a compassionate woman and a merciful ruler, But the mercy would have to come after the match.
“And now, making her way to the ring...” The announcer started but trailed off. There wasn’t a person in the arena who didn’t know who was coming, and his input was not necessary. The people had come to see a clash of the mightiest, most awe-inspiring, and most beautiful women that the erotic wrestling world had ever seen. The pomp and circumstance of announcements might have been appreciated in most matchups, but not this one. The small amount of mental input needed to register the announcement would mean some amount of concentration not dedicated to watching the gorgeous women in the ring, a tradeoff none in the audience would be willing to make.

With her own well- known entrance music playing, Toriel began to make her way to the ring. Though her movements and face betrayed the same power and intensity as Celestia's, her body told the story of the difference between the two. Celestia had grown strong in battle, defending and leading, and her body made her look like a statue built to inspire her people. She was gorgeous. Toriel was powerful. Her build was a little more practical, more a weightlifter than a bodybuilder, but that was hardly the same as saying either was unattractive. Both warriors had an awesome mix of power and beauty, from their rippling shoulder muscles to their full, round breasts, down over packed abs, across thick hips and round asses, and all down their full thighs and calves.

When she took her position in the corner, the two women’s eyes met, and they didn’t break eye contact as the ref gave one last check for weapons, patting the pair down, hands running over smooth thighs and thick bodies, along the abs visible through their singlets, up the curves of their bodies to their breasts. It was clear that the zebra referee was having a bit more fun with the task than was strictly necessary, but the two women neither rejected it nor leaned into the affection. Like star crossed lovers across the room, they only had eyes for each other.

They didn’t even look at the ref as they were brought into the center of the ring. They didn’t need to pay attention as the rules were explained. They’d heard them a million times, and the only thing they were interested in tonight was testing muscle against muscle, and proving once and for all which of the two mighty warriors was superior. When the ref was done, you could have heard a pin drop in the arena. The audience was as eager as the combatants were for the battle to begin.

Silently, Toriel raised her hands, challenging Celestia to test her power. Celestia nodded, raised her own, and clasped them together. Muscles like ivory mountains bulged out against their bodies, against smooth equine fur and coarse caprine hair. They leaned on each other, muscles rippling in their tight-fitting leotards, pushing out against Celestia’s royal pink and gold, and Toriel’s deep purple with her royal sigil on the front, across her massive breasts.

For a moment, they seemed to be perfect matches for each other, neither woman capable of an advantage... But soon, the slightest of tremors could be seen along Celestia’s bulging bicep. Toriel pressed harder, exploiting the advantage, and Celestia’s arms began to bend. She looked as shocked as anyone else as the goat MILF overwhelmed her, forcing her arms back, and then leaning in to force her foe downward. Celestia fought with the might of the goddess she was, but couldn’t overpower her, and felt her body being pushed down until one knee touched the mat.

Despite the advantage and her shock at Toriel’s tectonic strength, she stared up defiantly. A princess bent the knee for no woman. With pure muscle power no longer on the table as a tactic, she would show her the true difference between them. Her horn began to shimmer, and with it, her whole body was engulfed in a golden glow. Her status as the goddess of the sun was undeniable, the rays of the sun seeming to shine from her body, and she set her leg and pushed backward. It wasn’t easy, but slowly, she managed to position her feet and start to rise once more. Now it was Toriel’s turn to be shocked. She may have had more muscle, but she no longer had more power. Now, it was Celestia’s turn to shine, most literally.

As the princess reached her full height and set her feet, starting to push the deposed queen backwards, every Equestrian in the crowd roared out an excited cheer. Celestia seemed to draw strength from their celebration, moving one foot forward, then the next, and slowly pushing her rival back. Toriel grunted, furrowed her brow, braced her legs and lowered her head to overpower Celestia, but there was nothing the monster queen could muster that could shine with the intensity of the midsummer sun. Slowly, Celestia forced her back.

“You are... Strong...” Toriel shook her head again, trying to stop her forced retreat, but given no choice but to take another step, “I’ll admit that... But only... When you use magic... Do you really want this... Decided through spellcasting?”

Celestia chuckled in response, “Oh, Toriel,” she laughed, “Why would I lie like that? I don’t need my magic to defeat you. I may struggle to match your muscle...” She clutched her hands tighter and her biceps bulged out even farther, making Toriel recoil from her force, “But this isn’t a weightlifting contest either, is it? You have muscle and I have magic, but our competition is not over anatomy. Grappling is a test of skill. And in that case, well...” She grabbed her hands tighter, and gave a sudden jerk, forcing Toriel to stumble forward. As Toriel stumbled, she pushed out her leg to trip her to the ground, then twisted and pushed down, getting behind and landing atop Toriel, smoothly straddling her back in a single movement, and landing hard, forcing Toriel’s muscles down beneath her weight, “In that case, I think you’ll find that neither brute force nor parlor tricks can match the might of Equestria’s sun.”

Saying that, she threw her arms around Toriel’s neck, and pulled her back, crushing the other woman’s throat to her chest. Toriel gagged in her grip, reaching up for her biceps, but found herself utterly unable to pull them free. Celestia’s magic empowered muscles crushed down on her neck, cutting away her breath and rendering the mighty woman utterly helpless in the face of her pure power. Never before in her life had she been subjected to such a crushing hold...

...And never before in her life, had she had such an easy way to escape one. The glowing aura nearly blinded her eyes, but it also told her what she needed to do. Rather than simply try to pull herself free, she set one foot, and rolled over, throwing herself to the side, and rolled Celestia onto her back. Now she was the one on top, even if for now, she was still the one suffering in the hold. Celestia may no longer have been able to crank her backward to crush harder, but it didn’t give her any extra oxygen. It wasn’t oxygen, though, that she needed; just her hands free and her foe unable to escape.

She reached her arm back and grasped onto Celestia’s glowing horn. Like a sidewalk in summer, it was hot, almost painful to the touch, but if you can’t handle heat, you should get out of the kitchen, and Toriel was, of course, a famously excellent cook. She gripped the horn tightly, like she would a stud’s shaft, and began to pump along it.

The Princess’s eyes shot open and she gasped at the sensation of that hand pumping along her horn. She immediately threw her head back, or at least tried to, but she was already being held down and there was nowhere for it to go. Her grip on Toriel’s throat loosened, then retightened, loosened again, then clutched close once more, no longer as wicked but still crushing.

Uneven, too, though, as Toriel pumped her hand over that horn. As soon as she felt the grip on her throat loosen enough, she kicked off her feet and slid upward, letting her get a better grip on her horn, the powerful princess having her muzzle buried in massive back muscles. A trapezial smother may have been less traditional than the breast, but if you had enough of a body and leaned back far enough onto a pinned princess, it was just as effective. Celestia had to fight for a few seconds before she could turn her head far enough away from her foe to draw breath once more, and reach down, wrapping her arms tight around Tori’s ribs and trying to crush her in a bearhug.

“What’s... Wrong?..” Toriel taunted, her breath uneven from the grip but her voice confident, “Horn... Too sensitive?” She asked, and laughed, “Don’t they get more sensitive when you use them? I’ll lay off the attack if you’ll lay off the magic.”

“Ahhh... N-no...” Celestia panted, squirming and clutching Toriel tight, hoping to draw a submission victory before she could be taken too far by those powerful hands.

“Come on, Celestia, no magic!” Toriel taunted, and the glow started to shimmer like a rainbow, her mystic aura being distorted by the assault, “I don’t decide when this ends, you do!”

“I won’t... Ahhhh... G-give you... The satisfaction!” Her voice was growing high, her eyes clenched shut as she fought to control herself, but one only needed to watch the aura to see how badly the hornjob was affecting the pony princess. The rainbow glow had been filled with glitters, and they now seemed to spark, the colors themselves going from shining like mist in the sun to rolling like slick oil on a hot day.

“Oh, I expect you to satisfy me tonight, either way, ~” Toriel laughed, “It’s just a matter of when, and whether you get humiliated with your horn before or after the bell!”

“AHHH~!” Celestia cried out, and her shoulders and neck bucked in the air like a man overwhelmed with pre-orgasmic pleasure pumping into his lover’s pussy, “N-never!”

“Say it!” Toriel said, “Two words, ‘No Magic,’ just say them, and you won’t have to submit to a hornjob!”

“I!” Celestia cried out, shaking her head back and forth, trying to deny the pleasure and at the same time trying to throw off Toriel’s grip, but there was no chance of either occurring, “I w-won’t!”

“Then shoot off like a firework!” Toriel clutched tighter and her hand pumped faster, the little lights in her aura seeming to explode into sparks, more coming out of her horn like a roman candle.

“OH GODDESS!” Celestia cried out, “OH GODDESS NO!”

Toriel sensed the little victory was near, and her hand somehow moved faster, assaulting her horn, as it turned to a sparkler display “Say it!”

“AAHHH~!” Tia finally cried out, releasing her grip as she did. “NO MAGIC NO MAGIC!”

Toriel was satisfied, and rolled away from Celestia, rising to her feet behind her. Celestia rolled to her hands and knees, panting on the ground, head down as she recovered. In the aftermath of the attack, her horn glowed like molten metal, and steam rose from between the ridges and junks of ice fell to the mat as excess and uncontrolled magic first conjured water, then changed its state just as quickly. More droplets conjured around the horn, soaking her hair and staining her cheeks like tears.

“Ahhh... Ahhhh, goddess, I-AAHHHHH~!”

Toriel may have let her recover, but it was still a match. She yanked on Celestia’s mane and jerked her head backward, delivering a body-shaking spank to her ass, and leaning in to address her opponent.

Her words were dark and mocking, like a conqueror taunting the lord of a fallen land. “Be glad I’m still giving your horn a break,” she practically hissed the taunt out, adjusting her grip on Celestia’s soaked hair and pulling back harder, “I don’t want your people to lose too much faith in their protector~” She laughed, and then slipped the bottom part of the leotard to the side and plunged her fingers into Celestia’s dripping pussy, pumping a few times with the index and middle, then adding the ring, until her entire hand up to the wrist pistoned the princess’s plump pussy.

Until, suddenly, it didn’t. It wasn’t a single pump deep and grind, it wasn’t a change of pace. Instead, one second Toriel’s hand had been plunging at a heavy and powerful rhythm, and then the next, it simply... Was not. It was as if the monster queen had simply forgotten what they were meant to be doing.

Even Toriel herself looked confused by the turn of events, staring down at her hand, halfway into Celestia’s pussy, with a look of confusion, like she’d forgotten what that strange thing on the end of her arm even was. Then, slowly, the labial lips rippled, and Toriel’s hand seemed to be slowly sucked back into the muscular marehole, like a lost traveler being swallowed by quicksand.

Only Celestia seemed to understand completely what was happening, and she chuckled darkly as she felt Toriel squirm behind her, “You know, my dear... I am a princess from a world of EQUINES. You really shouldn’t expect to overwhelm me with size. There’s nothing you can put in me that would compare to the stallions I’ve taken.” She looked back, laughter in her eyes as she stared down the shocked queen, “This isn’t destructive. It’s nice. A bit small, but... Nice.” She laughed and began to pump her hips back slowly on Toriel’s forearm, “Just need a bit more technique. Let me help~” She started to roll her hips back faster, taking Toriel’s arm like a lover’s shaft, not only unaffected by the size but seemingly reveling in it. Then she started throwing her hips back faster, fucking herself aggressively on Toriel’s hand, “Ah, I’m glad I’m not fighting your husband if you expect this to overwhelm me!”

It was more of a psychological attack than it was the truth, however insulting, but sexual battles were not won on physicality alone. Celestia’s hips moved faster, beginning to roll back and pump her wrist, fucking herself harder than Toriel had taken her mere moments ago. Tori was being overwhelmed and she knew it, Celestia’s hips pumped and pounded back on her with the force of a freight train. That muscular ass was admired around Equestria, and while some few ponies made comments about excessive cake consumption, those stallions who had had her on her hands and knees knew better than to question the power of Tia’s hips, thighs, and glutes.

Somehow being outfucked through the arm, the pony princess had given Toriel no choice but to yank her arm back, pulling her hand from Celestia’s clutching depths. The princess laughed and turned her head, watching her opponent with an almost condescending smile. “Leaving so soon, Tori? But I was just getting started.” Celestia threw her mane back and stood proudly, head forward like a showpony but watching Toriel from the side of her eye, “You’re welcome to try again if you like. There’s nothing you have that I can’t take~”

Toriel held her pussy-soaked forearm. She was used to overwhelming people with muscle power, but she’d never dealt with that specific method of testing strength. She was strong, but Celestia’s sexual power seemed to be a match, if not more for her muscle. Still, she shook her head, “No,” she answered, “Just nothing too big.”

With that, she leapt forward, baring Tia to the ground with her weight, positioning her thigh between her legs and her cameltoe against Celestia’s glutes, humping her hard, her powerful thigh pushing down against the equine’s thick clit and lush lower lips, “Like you said, this isn’t a contest of anatomy~” She wrapped her arms around Celestia’s neck to pull her head tight and hold her helpless while she rutted her.

Celestia, of course, was used to wild stallions and skilled mares, to erotic goddesses and powerful studs, but she’d never had to deal with this sort of attack. It wasn’t an assault of erotic force or sensual skill, it was just pure forceful pumps. It was like Toriel had seen that she couldn’t match Celestia’s sensuality and had found a way to channel her superior muscle into pure sex. With those ripped thighs grinding over her, Celestia was experiencing just a brief taste of the helplessness she inflicted on those who challenged her sexual skill. She’d been fucked by cocks, clits, horns, hands, and anything in between, but this was the first time she’d ever had to contend with a thigh, and she was clearly unprepared.

She needed to escape the hold before Toriel’s leg accomplished what the most powerful stallion shafts had failed and conquered Celestia’s cunt. She kicked her legs and set her hands, grabbed onto a rope for leverage and forced herself to her feet. She was standing, now, with Toriel still clutching her, but no longer able to bring her muscular sex skills to bare. She rushed backward, slamming Tori’s back into the padded turnbuckle, stunning and dislodging the other woman. She turned around to see a look of near shock on Toriel’s face.

“Ahhh... That was impressive, Toriel, but you have as much chance of out-sexing me as you do of moving Mt. Ebott. As a human once said, if you strike at a king, you must kill him. But in sexual skill, I am more than a mere monarch,” She reached out and grabbed at Toriel’s titanic tits, fingers sinking into the flesh and rubbing over her, “I am a goddess. That means...” She forced herself forward, pulling down at the v-neck arch of the leotard and letting her fingers sink into Torie’s bountiful breast-flesh, palms pressed to her protruding nipples. She kneaded those breasts like bread and whispered, lips inches away from her foe’s, “Immortal.”

She drove her body forward and met Toriel’s lips with an overwhelming kiss. Her thick oral muscle forced its way deep into the caprine woman’s mouth, pushing aside her lips and overpowering its rival, pushing and forcing it to the side and top of the mouth with the same power and ease that Toriel had used to force Celestia to her knees. Toriel moaned in her mouth and writhed against her body, raising her hands to Celestia’s chest to try to push her away.

The ivory princess was not to be denied. She easily forced Toriel’s hands away from her breasts, then lowered her own down to the middle of her rival monarch’s back. She pulled herself tight and began to pump her hips, rutting like a dog on its master’s leg, less from arousal or even to pleasure the other woman, and more to simply grind in her helplessness, that she could be so easily made into nothing more nor less than a toy of pleasure for the princess to play with. In carnal contests, Celestia was unrivaled in all the multiverse’s sexfighting leagues and had stood proud atop her home universe for millennia.

And then, she pulled back from Toriel’s mouth and raised her into the air with her mighty arms, bringing her broad breasts to her lips. She opened her mouth and suckled strongly on them, dragging her tongue over Toriel’s nipples, and sucking slowly over her most sensitive spot. Toriel’s back arched, her breasts clearly a rare weak point in the facade of an unconquerable queen.

She tried to raise her hand to Celestia’s head and push her away, but Celestia was not to be dissuaded from her attack. She clutched tighter, crushing Toriel in her bearhug, working over her breasts with centuries worth of sexual skill. If she’d had the presence of mind, Toriel might have thought to pull close and smother her rival, but there was no way she or any other woman would be able to think to counter like that when Celestia was slathering her tits with her slick tongue. Instead, she just moaned, and her legs shook, body bucking as the princess worked her towards an orgasm without even touching her tight and sensitive cunt.

Her back suddenly arched, and she let out a long and low cry, femmecum pouring from her pussy and running in rivulets down her thighs. Celestia had what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to give the other woman even a moment’s respite. She pulled her tighter, lifted her into the air, then popped her hips and turned, slamming her down hard on her back.

The combined weight of both women slammed into the canvas mat, the ring rocked from the impact and Toriel seemed temporarily stunned by the force of her body hitting the ground, and then Celestia’s massive, muscle-packed form crashing down on top of her. Celestia didn’t give her any time to rest, grabbing onto her legs, and rolling backward. The referee fell to his knees and slammed his hand on the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

Toriel’s hips bucked and she threw Celestia off. But while her power may have been returning, Tia still had her wits about her while Tori was fighting to recover. The princess scrambled back on her, laying atop her like a lover, and clutched her cheeks in her hands.

“You shouldn’t have kicked out of my pin, Toriel,” The ivory princess practically purred the words, grinding her hips against Toriel’s. The other woman stared back up at her, her lower lips and leotard stained with her thick feminine cum.

Tia leaned in and dragged her tongue along Toriel’s cheek to taunt her. She shuddered and closed her eyes, letting Celestia lick her like a child dealing with an overeager dog. She shuddered as Celestia spoke, “I’m going to make you regret that~”

Toriel looked back at the other woman, gasping out her answer, “And I,” she answered, “Will make you regret releasing my breasts!”

Her arms shot up and clutched around Celestia’s body, squeezing her back down to her chest. Their breasts were pressed flat to each-other, pushing out like mushroom heads, bodies pressed so tight it was like Toriel thought if she pulled hard enough they would meld into one unconquerable woman. Her breasts may have been sensitive, but it was easier to handle a tit-crush than a tongue, and Celestia’s mouth was well away from her chest. She may have been stunned after the slam, but muscle memory could make up for the daze.

She didn’t have all her combative wits about her, but there was one thing she could always do, and that was squeeze. Her biceps bulged as she held the other woman helpless on her. Even while stunned, she could still bearhug and reposition her thigh between Celestia’s legs as well. The pony princess must have been enjoying the match much more than she had let on, her lower lips were soaked and she struggled at the touch of Toriel’s thigh. Keeping her for trapped was child’s play for the skilled grappler, and Celestia’s struggles may as well have been like trying to push a boulder from her back. Indeed, considering the sheer strength of her opponent, the boulder may have been easier. With Celestia's sensitive slit so thoroughly soaked, Toriel simply rolled her thigh thrice, pumping her muscles on the princess’s pulsing pussy.

“AHHHHHH~!” Celestia arched her back and cried out in overwhelming pleasure as the orgasm crashed over her body like a wild wave on an already rocking boat. Her juices gushed from her cunt and over Toriel’s thigh, and her whole body seized and shook in the goatish grappler’s grasp.

Toriel, though, had no intention of letting the moment go to waste. With Celestia temporarily immobilized in orgasm, she bucked up her hips and rolled her over onto her back. While the pony princess still quaked in orgasm, the monster queen grasped her cheeks, raised her head, and slammed it down on the mat, adding a stunning blow to forces that overpowered her opponent.

She straddled her hips like she was sitting in her lap, grabbed tighter, and repeated the motion, dragging Celestia almost all the way up to a full sitting position, then shoving her back down. One time, then two, then three, ensuring by the time the pleasure ended, Celestia would still be too stunned to respond. Once she was convinced her opponent would be unable to mount a comeback against her assault, Toriel scrambled up her body and planted her thick lower lips against Celestia’s face. She dropped her hips and pushed down hard, smothering the other woman in her own soaked slit, grinding cunt-juices on her cheek, over her lips, and more importantly, forcing her head and shoulders to the ground, cutting off her air and closing off her ears with massive thigh muscles so she wouldn’t even be able to hear the referee’s count.

The zebra slid to the ground and slapped the mat once more.

ONE!

TWO!

Now it was Celestia who, somehow, managed to pull together the strength to escape the pinning predicament. With all the power she could muster, she managed to raise a shoulder from the ground. Toriel adjusted her knee to press down on the shoulder and drove her back down. The count resumed.

ONE!

TWO!

Once more, Tia’s mighty shoulder rose from the canvas, breaking the count again. The caprine queen looked as surprised and impressed as any in the audience at the royal mare’s resilience. She slapped her foe across the face, spread her thighs until that muzzle was practically fucked all the way into her dripping cunt, and tried the pin again.

ONE!

TWO!

“AHHHHH~!” Celestia’s shoulder was brought from the mat, but this time it was not under her own power. Her lips, pressed close to the cameltoe, had pulled aside the leotard and found the then dominant woman’s sensitive clit. She’d sucked, Toriel’s thighs clasped tight on her head, and the goat babe’s body bucked, dragging Tia off the ground as she fell to her side. The referee was forced to stop the count, but this time Toriel was too busy trying to deal with the sudden onslaught of pleasure to attempt another pin. Celestia ate cunt like the multiverse’s most sought after lesbian lover, and it felt like a great glowing orb was growing deep in her gut, behind her awesome abdominal muscles, pure unpolished pleasure preparing to overwhelm her. It was less like licking and more like Celestia was pumping pure pleasure into her body. It was impossible to determine any one place that the princess’s body tongue was pressed, it felt more like Toriel’s entire body had been turned into an erogenous zone until even the hands that clutched her thighs seemed to be perfectly designed tools of erotic assault.

She reached down with her hand to try to clutch onto Tia’s mane, pull her either closer or off and she didn’t know which would be more likely to spare her pussy or even which she would choose if she did.

Celestia rolled her onto her back, and what few neurons Tori could still dedicate to the progression of the match warned her that the powerful princess was preparing a powerbomb. Her suspicions were confirmed as she felt Tia starting to rise to her feet, pulling Toriel’s hips up into the air, and soon suspending her shoulders as well. It was as much an instinctive tensing of the muscles in her pre-orgasmic state as it was an intentional counter that allowed Toriel to wrap her rippling thighs around Celestia’s head and pull tight with crushing force.

Of course, intentional or not, it was at least effective, and in the face of the overwhelming pressure wrought by Tori’s tree trunk thighs, Celestia stumbled and shook until she was forced to kneel once more to avoid collapsing. They were in the position they had returned to where they were at the start of the match, Tia on one knee in the face of Toriel’s pure physical force and unmatched muscles, and Toriel bearing down on her with all she had. Before, it had been a simple preview of the epic battle about to take place. Now, though, it had become a race to force the other woman to give in before your own body gave out.

Though Tori’s tree-trunk thighs clutched tight, Tia’s tongue twisted to torment her twitching tunnel. The two women’s massive bodies shuddered, but both knew that, for now, Celestia had the advantage. To win this battle, Tori would have to hold on against Tia’s tongue until the powerful pony princess’s strength faded and her body fell to the ground. She would need to maintain total control, both of herself and her opponent until a woman with the power of the sun had every ounce of strength drained between crushing thighs. Celestia could slip up, but as long as she was still conscious to recover, the battle could be rejoined. She could lose control for perhaps even a full minute before passing out between those massive muscles. Tori needed to dominate until her foe fell to the ground.

Celestia, meanwhile, would only need to maintain control for three seconds to claim a victory. If Tori faded for less time than it would take to read a restaurant menu, her opponent would walk out as champion. And not only that, Celestia’s ability to keep going was dependent as much on her positioning and practice as her physicality. For Toriel, it was simply biology. Celestia’s tongue assaulted her slit, drove down through her depths, and circled softly over her sensitive nub. Whether goat or pony, a woman’s body was built to breed. Whether cock or cunt, the pleasure of sexual stimulation was no mere coincidence, but a biologically ingrained incentive to continue the line. No matter how mighty, no queen or conqueror could claim to be a match for that most ancient of biological imperatives. Sooner or later, Toriel would lose control of her body, gush an orgasm over the princess’s muzzle, and be too caught up in her pleasure to lift her shoulders for the three seconds it would take the princess to claim her prize.

It happened sooner. Toriel lasted an impressive minute, longer than any other woman to face the full force of Tia’s oral assault, but eventually, the combined might of Celestia’s tongue and thousands of centuries of evolutionary instinct crushed the queen’s will, and she came. Her body shook and writhed, and Celestia acted quickly, reaching out and grabbing Toriel’s shoulders, pinning them to the mat and simply hoping the referee would notice and begin the count immediately.

He had seen what was coming, and as soon as both shoulders touched the mat, his hand slapped down.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

With only inches before the zebra’s palm touched the canvas, Toriel managed to kick out. Even she could hardly be sure how she had done it, if she had recovered enough strength to force her body straight and free herself, or if an orgasmic spasm had simply been strong enough to dislodge her foe. One way or another, she bucked into the air, and sent Celestia sprawling off of her, rolling onto her front, and holding between her legs like a flopping footballer, juices still gushing from her pussy. She was still sensitive, still overworked, given a small reprieve thanks to how recent her orgasm was, but she knew that this was a battle of sex vs muscle, and right now, sex was winning. Both women were erotically skilled and physically impressive, but now it was late enough in the game that their relative strengths and weaknesses had been made clear. Tori had the superior muscles and Celestia the superior sexuality. Though Tori had found ways to work Tia’s sex over with her muscles, and Celestia had managed to weaken Toriel’s body with her sexual skill, it was clear that the winner would not be the woman who managed to leverage her skill into the other’s arena, but the one who managed to find a way to break through and fight the other woman on her own terms, and beat her. Toriel would need to outfuck her, or Celestia would need to find one single, crushing physical attack to combine with her sexuality put an end to her rival’s resistance.

It was Celestia who managed to take the first step towards that goal. As Toriel tried to regain her wits, she felt the princess’s ivory arms wrap around her midsection and pull up. She was lifted bodily from the ground, and soon found herself held upside down, dangling from Tia’s arms in a sort of reverse bearhug position. Toriel had managed to wrap her arms around her foe and add sex to an awesome bearhug earlier in the match. Now it was Celestia’s turn to try, and, as befitted such powerful rivals, she sought not only to match the feat, but one up her, as she tried to crush the air from Toriel’s body and, at the same time, drive her tongue deep and overpower the other woman with pleasure once more.

Toriel’s body shuddered and her thighs squeezed tight on Tia’s head. It was a brutal headscissor hold, easily capable of crushing any opponent’s will to dust. Still, Tori would need to do more than just squeeze her head, she would need to outlast the princess and bring her to the ground. It was a replay of the contest they’d been in just moments ago, only now Toriel’s pussy was dripping and oversensitive, and Celestia could stun her at any time by prematurely ending the bearhug and turning it to a brutal piledriver. They both knew how this contest would go, and now Celestia worked her opponent’s cunt as if she didn’t even notice the thighs pulsing against her skull, even laughing as if Toriel’s naivety in thinking this could save her was a joke.

For a woman with the might of Toriel, it was insulting to be crushed tight, bearhugged so hard you could barely breathe, and on top of it have the only response to one of your most infamous attacks be mild laughter instead of screams. She would need to admit, though, that Celestia was not unjustified in her response. She would need to find another way. Her thighs, mighty as they were, would not be enough.

She reached around behind her back until she felt the flowing strands of the alicorn’s tail, and pulled hard. It elicited a shocked jump from the princess, clearly unused to such an impudent attack, so she did it again, and got a slight gasp. Perhaps there was a level of masochism in the alicorn she had not been aware of. She tried again, straining her own muscles to tug the tail and spank Celestia with the other hand. She was met with an obvious and startled jump, but also a low moan that confirmed her suspicions. She knew what she had to do. She raised Tia’s tail, exposing her ass, and then rather than a slap, drove in what was practically a punch to the butt, but with a thumb extended to drive right into her opponent’s asshole. Celestia seemed to jump at the penetration, and Toriel immediately took advantage. With mighty core muscles that put even the mightiest of history’s heroes to shame, she brought herself all the way up, performing an inverted sit-up while hanging from Celestia’s shoulders and anchoring herself with an overpowering grip on her opponent’s head with her thighs.

Celestia looked up at her seemingly in shock, as Toriel balanced on her shoulders. A more agile woman might have tried to roll herself all the way back and fling her foe to the ground, but while Toriel had the core strength to accomplish that, she knew that this late in the match it would simply be an unnecessary risk. Instead, she held Celestia’s head and leaned forward, forcing the other woman to overbalance

Celestia slammed to the ground beneath the great goat with a thud, the back of her head smashing against the canvas. The weight of a mighty goddess of muscle came crashing down on Celestia’s muzzle, and she was, if only for a moment, stunned. Toriel knew full well she didn’t have too long to take advantage of this moment. She leaned back, settling her mighty rump on Celestia’s chest, and leaned in, delivering another facesitting pin, but now safely out of range of that wicked tongue, and with her opponent temporarily dazed by the blow to the back of the head, it was unlikely she would ever get another chance quite as good as this one. She gestured to the referee to begin his count, and counted along, nodding her head as he did, confident she had finally found her victory.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

“OOF!”

To her shock, Toriel felt Tia’s mighty muscles tense against her ass, and shove. She fell forward, almost a full foot, as the powerful woman forced her away. She landed on her front, on her hands and knees, and looked back along her body at the woman who had, somehow, once again mustered the necessary force to escape defeat. Toriel had been sure that no woman could have kicked out of that. Perhaps not. She had failed to consider she was fighting a goddess.

Even goddesses, though, have their limits. Celestia’s chest rose and fell, her left arm loose at her sight and her right flopped across her chest. Sweat and miscellaneous other liquids covered her body, and her coat even seemed to resemble those of her much-maligned early period statues, as the exertion, exhaustion, and extreme arousal had the blood pumping through her so hard her body had taken on a faint near pink hue.

Toriel pounded the ground in frustration, mind racing, wondering how she could put the other woman away. She growled out at Tia, the question unasked and yet answered, when the pony princess shook her head.

‘No,’ she said, wordlessly through the simple slow action, ‘You can’t.’

Toriel would not accept a no. She had to find an answer. As she searched desperately for the solution, one came to her, the same one that she had come upon earlier on the match.

“You want my sex,” she growled low, like a beast about to pounce, “Then you can have it!”

She backed up, too fast for Celestia to even react in her state much less respond to the attack, and grabbed onto the pony princess’s horn. If it would take finding a way to gain an erotic advantage on the sensual goddess to win, then that’s what Toriel would have to do. Celestia tried to back away, but Tori clutched her cunt muscles tight, looped her lower legs under Celestia’s chin, and pulled her back in, forcing her into a combination of headscissors and cuntlock that immobilized the princess, if only for a second.

A second was enough. After all, it only took three to win a match, and Toriel had a plan that would keep Tia down for longer than that. She braced herself against the ground, and thrust back, hilting the horn inside her. Celestia barely had time to realize what was coming, before Toriel tensed every single muscle in her body... And SQUEEZED.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH~!”

The magic attacks from Tia were over, but her horn was not off-limits, and even when not spellcasting, it was still sensitive. It was like her willpower had been ambushed. All her focus had gone into defending her pussy from erotic attacks, and Toriel had snuck around the back, found a weak point in her defenses, and crushed it. Her eyes rolled back, her pussy gushed juices, and her horn started to spark and shoot magic bolts into the other woman’s body.

Pure, mystically charged orgasmic pleasure pumped through Toriel, until it felt like the deepest and most sensitive spot of her pussy not only had spread over her entire body but beyond it as well. The slight vibrations of the referee’s hand slapping the mat that reverberated on her palms and knees felt like a perfect sex machine designed by the most ingenious succubi of the circle of lust and affixed to the shaft of a man who had been teased to the edge for days. Her whole body shook and she bit her lip until even that felt like a glorious blowjob, but still stood tall as the pinfall was counted. Whether it was arrogance or foolishness or sheer stubbornness, she was determined not to give this woman another orgasm.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

The bell sounded, and Toriel flopped off of her opponent and onto the ground. Their encounter had been just as much of an epic clash of titans as anyone, even the powerful women themselves, could have dared hope. She had no idea how she had managed to get through that last shower of magic without losing control and cumming, and even now she felt like she was still on the edge. She looked back at her fallen opponent, and saw her simply lying back, staring at the ceiling, as if it was taking her a while to truly process what had happened and come to grips with her surroundings. Toriel didn’t need the recovery time, but she, too, paused before rising. She had won, at long last, after a battle of sex and muscle, she had won and proved herself the better battler. Quite frankly, after how close to the edge Tia and her tongue had pushed her, she was going to need to go home, throw Asgore into bed, and ride him until Asriel had a whole baseball team of new family members. God, that had been hard, but she had done it.

She grabbed the ropes and pulled herself to her feet, raising a hand in victory and basking in the wild cheers of the audience. The referee approached, took the other hand and raised that as well, officially indicating the victor to all, though even Toriel would admit she was only the victor on the official match card. The real winner of the bout had been anyone in the stands who had been fortunate enough to bear witness to such an epic bout, to appreciate such massive and beautiful bodies instead of having to try to fight with them, and take in the weight and power of each move. Fortunately for Toriel, Magicasts did run replay, and she could take it all in to her heart’s content and at her leisure. Tomorrow, the day after, the day after that... It would all depend on how long it would take before she was finished riding her husband into the bed.

As she stood, she felt the pleasure growing deep inside her once more, like a light yet growing glow, a warm, pleasant feeling that she knew would burst over into an orgasm eventually. Perhaps it was the strain of their battle that had brought her this close, perhaps it was the roaring of the crowd, but somehow, she was still being pleasured even with her opponent lying on her back and staring dumbly at the lights, so exhausted and rocked by the orgasm she couldn’t speak. Even so, Celestia had a smile on her face, glad to have finally had their match. It felt good, really good, so good it seemed like...

She looked down and saw the telltale orange glow at her cleft that told her that, with their match over, Celestia had decided to use her magic once more. The pleasure built in her body and she groaned, raising her eyes, and seeing the ivory mare standing in front of her. It took a few moments to realize what she was seeing, and she saw the playful smile on Celestia’s face. The pony princess was, after all, something of a playful trickster, and right now, Toriel was certainly feeling played with. Then she saw over the woman’s shoulder that Celestia still lay on the ground, counting lights. It explained how she was able to stand so tall after being rocked so hard. Toriel would have been impressed by the trick if she wasn’t too busy shaking in near-orgasm.

“Oh, you little...” Toriel grunted.

The projection of Celestia leaned in and whispered in her ear. “See you for the rematch.”

Suddenly, the pleasurable spark around Toriel’s pussy grew to a raging inferno, and in seconds, her eyes rolled back, thighs quaked, and feminine cum suddenly gushed from her pussy and coated her thighs. Her eyes rolled back and she came, falling to the ground. To the audience, it looked like she’d suddenly cum, so overwhelmed by the eroticism of the moment that she couldn’t control herself. As Toriel’s hips bucked on the ground, their cheers grew louder, and Toriel couldn’t even bring herself to be annoyed at Tia’s trick. After all, if it was so close she was rolling on the mat in orgasm, there would HAVE to be a rematch. Hopefully more than one, even.

She could hardly wait.