Chapter 1: Clothes Shopping
We All Have Our Kinks
Chapter 1: Clothes Shopping
“Let’s try out this one, shall we?” Rarity said.
Rarity and Spike walked hand in hand together down the streets of Canterlot’s Commercial District on a bright Summer day. It was the currently the height of Fashion Week, a yearly event where fashionistas gathered from all over Equestria to showcase their wares, and the excitement in the air was almost palpable. The streets were packed with people of all types trying to see the latest trends, ranging from your normal everyday citizen on the lookout for a sale to the nobles who only bought the expensive designs, and Rarity and Spike were amidst it all, going from store to store seeing what all was on display.
Spike looked where Rarity had indicated. It was a larger store with a weird Prench name that was written in loopy cursive, and he’d absolutely no idea what it meant. All he knew was that the words kinda looked like they said ‘Fried Beer Shoelace,’ which would have made for quite the interesting inventory.
“The one on the corner, right?” he said.
“Mmhmm.” Rarity led the way, the crowd parting easily around her. She drew more than a few stares and doubletakes from almost everyone who had a working pair of eyes, but she at least made an effort to look like she wasn’t revelling in the attention. “I’ve got a good feeling about this one! Just this last shop, and then we’ll head back to the Boutique. I promise.”
Spike chuckled. “You said that about the last three stores, dear.”
“And I meant it each time!” Rarity insisted. “But they just didn’t have anything that caught my eye, and you know I refuse to draw inspiration from soulless, mass-produced, cookie cutter articles. The girls are counting on me to make clothes that fit them, and if we’re all going to have to live with these... changes, then we may as well make the most of them.”
It’d started not long after the battle with Tirek. Rarity had noticed it when all her clothes seemed to suddenly be a bit small, and a few measurements revealed that she’d gone from five foot six to five foot seven. Now, an inch of growth later in life might be explained readily enough, but when her friends all reported they’d grown an inch as well, it became clear something more was going on. Twilight discovered shortly after that their bodies were being altered to adequately house the magic of their Elements, and well… there was quite a lot of magic to house. They’d all grown an inch every month since that time, and while none of them know just how big they were all going get, they did know that in two and a half years, they hadn’t shown any sign of stopping.
Spike noted the slightest bit of amusement in his girlfriend’s voice as she lamented her ‘condition.’ Her outfit certainly didn’t reflect that statement. She was wearing a low cut ivory sundress with glittering indigo trim, complete with matching ankle boots, sparkling platinum earrings, and a giant felt hat set with a trio of blue diamonds. The fire ruby necklace he’d given her years ago was around her neck, although she’d currently enchanted it blue so that it went with her ensemble. Her hair was in its usual bouncy coiffure that shone in the light, and her expertly-done makeup accentuated her already-gorgeous features.
And if that weren’t enough, there was also her size. At just shy of eight feet feet her perfect figure made her the center of attention everywhere she went, drawing looks of awe, envy, and desire from all, and while normally such a size might present the problem of acquiring proper-fitting clothes, Rarity’s profession made it a non-issue.
“I’m not in a hurry,” Spike said with a shrug. He walked beside her nonplussed and casual, just happy to just be out and about in his hometown. He wasn’t dressed quite as nice as her, electing to just wear a white button down shirt, indigo slacks and loafers, although he was clean and trim, and his colors exactly matched hers. “It’s not like we’ve been buying things and are lugging a bunch of bags around. Take your time. I know this is your thing.”
Rarity looked down at him and smiled. “Always the gentleman... but really, I promise. This’ll be the last store.”
Spike good-naturedly rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say.”
They’d been an item for a little over a year now. Spike had gotten up the nerve to ask her out not long after he came of age, and while Rarity had meant to gently turn him down, she decided at the last minute to give things a shot. He deserved at least that much after crushing on her for so long, and with her head scraping against the rafters and all, she’d found that her prospect pool had gotten shallower as of late.
He’d eventually won her over with his good-hearted nature, and they were still together now, even with her being how she was, but such a thing mattered little to Spike. If anything, the size difference was merely a touch nostalgic.
Rarity ducked her head and entered the clothing store she’d indicated, breathing a sigh of relief as she discovered that it had high ceilings. There was a brief pause in activity as everybody turned to gawk at her, but she was so used to it that she didn’t even notice. Instead she used her height to look around for the women’s department, finding it just over by the left side of the store as Spike came in after her.
A saleswoman nervously approached them. “Erm... w-welcome! Can I help you find anything?”
Rarity smiled and shook her head. “I doubt you have my size, darling. I’m just looking around to get some ideas! Don’t mind us.”
The saleswoman laughed nervously. “Will do, heh…”
With long, elegant steps Rarity made her way over to the women’s clothing area. Spike trailed behind at an easier pace, glancing around the store and only paying half attention where she went. He knew she was on the hunt right now, and she’d be focused on her task until her style sense had stopped tingling, so he figured he may as well enjoy the ride… as well as the view.
And what a view it was. Rarity’s firm, heart-shaped ass was a magnificent thing, swaying from side to side in time with her sashay. Her godly legs went on for days, her hips were wide and full, and her slim waist was to die for. Her perfect hourglass figure was truly a thing to admire, and every outfit she chose only worked to accentuate her best features, from her almond-shaped face to her ample bosom to her lovely lower body.
Spike couldn’t help but notice (and get a kick out of) the stares that Rarity left in her wake. He stifled a laugh when he saw one particularly jealous-stricken guy, and while knew his relationship with Rarity wasn’t some kind of prize, he couldn’t help but pretend like it was sometimes. She really was larger than life, a beauty beyond beauties, and her confidence, personality, and heart made her that much more alluring as she only got bigger, better, and more desirable every day.
“Here we are.” Rarity got to the dresses and slowed her pace. She began looking around with a practiced eye, ignoring the more common pieces and singling out the unique ones. “I’ll just be a minute, Spikey.”
“Mmhmm.” Spike knew she’d be a half hour at the very least. “I’ll be around.”
Rarity snapped her fingers and muttered a soft spell. It was a good thing that her Element had seen fit to fix her eyesight along with improve her stature, otherwise wearing her glasses would’ve been quite the challenge. A sketchbook and pencil appeared in midair next to her, hovering in the glow of her azure magic, and she immediately set to work on her task. “Here’s a nice one!” She pulled out a scarlet dress with an open back and a pattern of flame on it. She looked it over for a few moments, muttering to herself here and there while taking notes. “Don’t think I’ve seen this style before…”
Meanwhile, Spike put his hands in his pockets and wandered around aimlessly for a while. He didn’t really have an eye for fashion, but he did know what kinds of things would look good on Rarity, and sometimes he went looking around for them. Already today he’d shown her some things that’d caught his eye, and she’d taken note of them. Sometimes she even modeled the clothes for him after she’d made them! (always a nice treat.)
There were dresses of all kinds. Summer ones, Winter ones, evening ones, formal ones, provocative ones, conservative ones, even a sign saying that ballroom ones were available upon request. Spike tended to like Rarity in cool colors—the blues, violets, and pale greens, although he’d learned recently that she looked very good in black, so he didn’t rule that out. The designs weren’t anything to write home about, or at least, or at least, there wasn’t anything that wow’ed him, but maybe if he kept looking—
Speak of the devil.
“Hel-lo.” Spike eyed a particularly interesting garment in the corner. It was a traditional violet and blue dress, soft and silky, enchanted with a shimmering pattern that made it look like the night sky. It was a rather conservative piece, long, and proper, but there was an elegance about it that matched Rarity to a T. He went over and picked it up in his hands, feeling the texture of the fabric, and was pleasantly surprised that it was made of some kind of silk.
Gently, Spike took the dress off the rack and went back over to Rarity. She wasn’t exactly difficult to find, as she hadn’t gone far and stood head and shoulders over all the display stands regardless. She was currently standing beside the discount sundresses taking notes, and she was holding up two of them against her bust with a look of mild annoyance.
“—growing faster than the rest of me,” he heard her mutter. “Gonna need new bras soon… hmm? What do you have there, dear?”
Spike showed her the dress he’d found. “What do you think of this?’
Rarity looked over the garment, then did a slight double take and furrowed her brow. “Oh! Ah, erm… well. Ha ha… W-Well. It’s um… nice! Yes, nice.”
Spike looked crestfallen. “Aww, you don’t like it? I thought for sure you liked this kind.”
Rarity blinked several times. She looked more closely at Spike, noticing the blankness and innocence in his eyes. Her expression immediately changed to mirth, and she very nearly snorted in laughter. “You little goofball. You don’t know what this is, do you?”
Spike cocked his head. A part of him wanted to pretend like he did, but he’d from enough mishaps that that was a bad idea. “Er… I guess… not?”
Rarity took the dress up in her magic and showed him him the dress tag, tugging on the stretchy fabric as she did. “This is a maternity dress, darling. Only pregnant women wear these.”
Spike’s pupils shrunk to pinpricks. “Oh… oh, u-um… whoops. You know I didn’t mean—”
Rarity burst out laughing. “Of course I do.” She leaned down and kissed the top of his head, inadvertently giving him an view of her generous cleavage. “I think we’ll agree it’s a little early to be thinking about that, hmm?”
A bit of drool fell from Spike’s mouth. Each one of her breasts was bigger than his head, and they moved hypnotically with the rise and fall of her chest. “Heh heh, yeah…”
“Unless...” Rarity gazed at the dress, a saucy grin creeping up on her lips. “Unless you were implying we do a certain something else.”
Spike snapped out of his daze. He looked up at Rarity, noticing the lusty look in her eyes. “R-Really?Here? In the store?”
“Oooh, yes.” Rarity stroked the dress with one hand and Spike’s cheek with the other. “I think it would be fun, don’t you? Consider it a reward for your patience today.”
Spike abruptly found his pants feeling tight. He nervously wet his lips, his eyes roving all over his girlfriend’s voluptuous body. “F-For how long?”
Rarity thought for a moment. “Maybe a day or two. No longer than three, though. We’ll need to head back to Ponyville by then.”
Spike nodded eagerly. “Alright! I’m game if you are! Always!”
Rarity’s quiet tittering giggle was music to his ears. She swooped down and caught him in a kiss, letting her hand trail down to fondle the bulge in his shorts. He moaned a bit at her teasing and leaned in for more, but she pulled back with a playful wink.
“After I’m done looking around.”
Spike drooped. “Aww.”
***
Click!
The door to the unisex bathroom locked shut behind them as Rarity and Spike began feverishly making out. A quick spell had their clothes flying off by themselves, and before long they were both naked and fondling each other in the small space. Spike had to stand on his tiptoes to kiss her, but she picked him up and held him by his ass, allowing him to wrap his legs around her and hang on tight.
“Spike…” Rarity slipped her tongue into his mouth, his hot breath mingling with hers as they pushed back and forth. His teeth felt smaller than hers, his lips felt smaller, his cheeks, his nose, everything about him just felt little to her. Well, almost everything. There was a certain something that still felt quite large (magical enhancements were a godsend) and while she wasn’t quite sure what his length was these days—likely around eleven inches when aroused, she knew it was enough to do the job… for now.
But neither one of them was interested in just Spike’s dick right now. No, they were more focused on the bigger picture.
Spike ran his hands through Rarity’s hair as he explored her body. He couldn’t fit his arms all the way around her, but he could hold on well enough. He broke their kiss and started licking her neck, tasting the saltiness of her flawless, alabaster skin. Rarity let out a hiss of approval and lifted her chin, squeezing his firm buttocks and letting him enjoy himself. He continued to lick her in long, slow strokes, switching sides every so often and gradually moving downward. Then he got to her collarbone and started nibbling, trailing out to her shoulder before moving back and going to the other.
Rarity’s legs wobbled a bit from his ministrations, but she kept standing and held him aloft. “Eager, are we?”
“Rares,” Spike said in a longing voice. He pulled back and stared unabashedly at her heaving bosom. “Your tits… your tits are so big…”
Rarity smiled and squeezed him a little harder. “They are, aren’t they? And they just keep getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger...”
Spike bit back a moan. A splash of pre surged from his tip, and he began feverishly kissing her collarbone again, trailing lower and lower until he got to her perky nipples. He took one in his mouth and began gently tugging, flicking it with his tongue while happily suckling away. He squeezed the other with his fingers at the same time, marvelling at the size and squishiness of them while his arousal climbed higher and higher. Rarity hummed happily from his efforts, and while still holding him with one hand, she used her other to play with his shaft.
“Ooooh,” Rarity let out a longing sigh. “Just like that, Spike, just like that… you always did like my nice big boobies, didn’t you? I always used to catch you sneaking looks at them whenever you could… heh, I still do, s’matter of fact.”
“Mrf,” was Spike’s reply. He started sucking on her breast a little harder.
“You’re such a naughty boy.” Rarity pumped his dick faster. “Just think about how that must look to other people, hmm? What do you think goes through their heads when they see you ogling me with those lecherous little eyes of yours?”
Spike released her teat with a loud pop! He pulled himself up and kissed her hard, his mouth dominating hers as he stole her breath away. She squeaked in a mixture of surprise and delight, his forcefulness catching her very much off guard, but then she pulled him in deeper and reciprocated his kiss, allowing him to respond with a ferocious, throaty rumble.
Spike broke their kiss and stared into her eyes, his fiery gaze making her shiver in delight. “They don’t think,” he whispered breathily. “They know.”
Rarity suddenly felt like she was being eyed by a predator, and she loved it. “W-What… what do they know?”
Spike ground against her. “That you’re mine.”
Rarity felt a fire of her own building in her loins. His intensity was infectious, and it was now creeping into her gaze. “Is that so? You think you can claim me, dragon boy? You think you can conquer the Lady of Generosity? Do you even know the things I’ve done?”
Spike licked his lips. “Why don’t you tell me, pet?”
Oh, that did it. With a flare of warmth in her core, she set him down and loomed over him, his head barely even coming up to her H-Cup breasts. “You’re not even a gnat compared to me, whelp. I’ve saved this land from darkness, chaos, fear, invasion, destruction, and more. I’ve fought against demigods, despots, spirits, madmen, and terrors that you can’t even begin to comprehend. I’ve seen the edge of despair and returned the better for it. I’ve more power now in a finger then you have in your entire body, and I’m only growing stronger by the day.”
Spike was practically panting. His clenched his hands over and over, his fingers moving about like he was playing a piano. His entire body was tensed, his fire magic pleasantly heating up the room, and his lust had twisted his face into a feral snarl. Rarity was undeterred. She put her hands on her hips and kept up the act, her head raised as she looked down on him with mock-disdain.
“If anything, Spikey-Wikey, YOU are the one that’s MINE. And in fact, I think that’s exactly what you are! From this point on, you’ll do what I tell you, when I tell you, and right now you’re going to pleasure my big, beautiful body in any way I want. No sooner, no later, and no hesitation whatsoever. Got it?!”
Spike was twitching. His whole body was shaking with desire, and it was a marvel he hadn’t pounced on her. He certainly hadn’t lasted this long the first few times they’d done this. His teeth were now grit as his nostrils flared wide, and the room was now filled with the scent of their combined arousal.
“Yessss,” Spike finally said, his voice gravelly and strained.
Rarity narrowed her eyes. “Yes, what?”
A delighted spasm ran through Spike, and for a second she’d thought she’d gone too far. He managed to hold on, though, and he lowered his head while sinking into a kneel. “Yes... Mistress.”
“Mmmm, good.” Rarity relished the thrill those words gave her, and not for the first time, she found herself revelling in her new power and size. “Now then, my little boytoy, we’re going to play a little game together. It’s one that I know you like, and you’re such a little deviant that you’ll be cumming long before we’re through. Probably even more than once, knowing you. You know which game I’m talking about, don’t you?”
Spike grunted his affirmation. He was eyeing her like a succulent piece of meat, and magical waves of heat were rolling off him like he was a being of flame.
“Let’s waste no more time then, shall we?” Rarity turned and went over to the sink, leaning over it and bending all the way over. Her soaked, dripping nether lips hung now just before and above Spike’s head, just waiting and ripe for the taking. Her scent washed over him and blanked his mind, and when Spike looked up, his pupils had morphed into cat-like slits.
She looked back at him with the most powerful bedroom eyes she could muster. “Does Spike want?”
And then he broke. In an instant he was burying his face in her folds, his long, thin tongue burying itself deep, deep inside her. He hit all her spots while squeezing her wide, full ass, and his nose brushed her clit as he kept going, licking and licking as if he was tasting the sweetest nectar. Rarity cooed and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering as she thoroughly enjoyed his efforts, but a little tongue action wasn’t quite what she had in mind. Not for the first time she wondered if dragon greed was contagious, because the instant his more primal side was let out and he touched her, she found she needed more… much more, and she needed it NOW.
“Spike!” Rarity barked. “Get on with it, or I’ll be forced to punish you. Do you want me to use the whip?”
Spike stepped back and wiped his mouth, revealing a set of sharp teeth and a forked, serpentine tongue. “Is Misssstress threatening... or promissssing?”
Rarity literally growled at him.
Spike grinned cheekily. “My apologiesssss, Mistress. I’ll ssssstart right away.”
Rarity’s pussy was a long, wide crease above him, dripping with her arousal and his saliva. It was tight, strong, and firm, but it stretched easily to his touch. Spike put his hands together as if he were about to dive, and then steadily, he made his way forward inside her.
His fingers were the first inside. Rarity’s labia easily parted and allowing him into her sacred depths, the soft, silkiness of her tunnel only spurring him on. His hands followed shortly after, swallowed easily by her vagina and pulling him further inside. Spike sank all the way to his forearms, his senses being consumed by the slit that beckoned to him, but all he wanted was more. His vision was filled with the sight of her massive cunt. His ears were filled with the schlick of her moist folds. The sweet scent of her arousal was in his nose, the taste of her essence was on his tongue, and the slippery feel of her inner walls was enveloping his arms. He pushed a little more and got his elbows to slip inside, and once he did, he lowered his head and felt his hair brush against her skin.
“Mmmmrrrrr~” Rarity practically purred her delight. The feel of Spike slipping inside her, the way her walls clamped down on him, and how he made her feel so warm. She widened her stance and bent her knees a bit, reaching down and feeling her stomach bulge just as his head slipped in. His draconic heat was better than any cock, and his magic made her entire tunnel spasm and pull him in on sheer reflex. She could feel her cunt stretching as he pushed harder to get his shoulders in, and it filled her nethers with a pleasant burning, like a muscle that hadn’t been worked in a while.
Rarity’s belly became taut and round as more of Spike disappeared into her. His armpits and chest had entered her cunny, and she could now feel him start to enter her womb proper, his wiggles and nudgings tickling her insides and feeding into her arousal. She abruptly felt and her a soft pop as her bellybutton was pushed out from its indent, and that action only served to turn her on all the more.
Rarity went cross-eyed as Spike got to the halfway mark. She could feel each pair of his washboard abs being pulled in, almost sucked inside, really, and it only made her want the rest of him that much more. She looked down to see that she already looked heavily overdue with twins, and a slick layer of femjuice was running down his back and legs, serving to make his journey that much easier. Rarity now straightened back up and carefully began to lower her knees, crouching down to take in the rest of him, and she felt another thrill as she took his dick in her hands, feeling the veins pulse in it as she stood it up straight. She allowed it to be swallowed by her vulva along with his hips, and the instant she did, he came inside her, his large, heavy balls coating her insides with ropes of gooey seed.
“OH, YES!” Rarity shuddered in delight. She squeezed her groin muscles hard, pulling in the taper of his ass and hips as the fire in her core made her teeter on the edge. Her belly was still swelling, filling, making her look more and more gravid as the seconds passed, and even as she surged rapidly from the size of full term triplets, to quadruplets, to quintuplets, she still was not yet done. Her breasts could now rest on her grand, full womb, giving her a true maternal look that was the envy of all mothers-to-be, and as the last of Spike’s legs and feet fell into her body, she threw back her head and came with a soundless cry.
“!!!” Rarity’s vision went white as her world exploded into stars, and she jerked her hips wildly as Spike fully entered and settled into her womb. Her pussy closed down tight after him as a flood of femcum squirted out of her, forming an impressive puddle on the floor. She could now feel every aspect of his fiery warmth now, simmering inside her like a miniature star, and it flowed to every inch of her body and made her feel alive.
Finally, it was over. Rarity found herself sweating and gasping for breath as she sat there on the floor, stroking her prodigious belly and basking in the afterglow. She snapped her fingers and muttered a quick spell, and with a pleasant coolness, her belly inflated even more as her womb became filled with all the things necessary to sustain her beloved. Her breasts grew a few sizes as well, a small bit of milk leaking out that she wiped off and licked clean, her hair became even more lustrous and luxurious, her hips became even wider, and she now seemed to give off a glow that came from within.
“Ahhh…” Rarity smiled serenely. “That was simply divine, darling. You never do fail to scratch that itch.”
I live to serve the Mistress, came the amused reply, sent directly to her mind.
Rarity chuckled. Gently, she eased herself back to her feet and examined herself in the sink mirror, or at least, as best as one could when one’s head and belly didn’t fit in the frame. Her breasts were likely somewhere in the J-Cup range now, though she couldn’t tell for sure without taking proper measurements. Her womb jutted out proudly several feet in front of her, round and flawless like a perfect orb of life, and she rested a hand on it as she admired herself. There was a definite shift in her balance and overall weight, that much was obvious, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle with her strength, and it was easier the bigger she got.
“Comfortable?” Rarity asked Spike. “What am I talking about? Of course you are. I know I certainly am.”
That’s what matters. Spike experimentally pushed a bit on her left side, causing Rarity to smile and lay her hand against his. Though I’d be more comfortable if we got something to eat. It’s about lunch time.
The mention of food made Rarity realize how hungry she was, as well. She rubbed her belly and stretched, her free hand effortlessly touching the ten-foot ceiling. “Now there’s a smart idea if I’ve ever heard one. I believe there’s a nice restaurant just across the street, and they have the most fantastic ice cream. I swear, I feel like I could eat a whole gallon of it alone!”
You probably can, Spike said honestly. I’ve seen you eat almost that much ice cream before, and right now with you eating for two? I bet you could probably down a couple full-course meals at the same time.
“Spike!” Rarity snapped, mortified. “That’s not polite. You shouldn’t speak so plainly about how much a lady can or cannot eat.”
Need I remind you that I am currently floating in your womb and am connected to you via a very real umbilical cord, Spike said. I think I’m allowed some say on your eating habits.
Rarity tried to think of a reply to that. Really, she did. But that one had her well and thoroughly stumped. So she wisely kept silent as she gathered up Spike’s clothes and stored them away, using a bit of magic to freshen up and remove the evidence of their activities. Next she put her own clothes back on, her panties and shoes going on easily enough, but when she got to the bra, she realized she had a problem.
“Hrm.” Rarity tried mooshing her breasts together to see if they would fit, then holding her breath to see if that would work, but either one was no dice. Her boobs were simply too big now, and if she pulled any harder she risked ripping the whole garment. “Spike, darling, I’m afraid I’m going to have to use your shirt to make some impromptu adjustments. You don’t mind, do you?”
Not like I have a use for it at the moment, Spike said wryly. Go nuts.
Whipping up a new spell, Rarity took his shirt and unravelled it, thankful that it was the same color as her bra. Next she used the thread to make some changes, making the bra a few cup sizes larger and the straps longer. When she was done the result was something that looked horribly tacky, but functional, and it was an undergarment so nobody was going to see it anyways.
“Ahh.” Rarity snapped on the enlarged bra and tested it, lifting her breasts a bit to see how well they were supported. They gave her a nice bit of lift. “That’s much better. That was easier than I thought! Glad I don’t need to do the same with my dress, though. I don’t think your clothes would give me enough thread.”
Didn’t you make it out of that stretchy stuff you and Twilight have been working on?
“It’s still a prototype, but yes.” Rarity slipped on the dress with barely any issue, her swollen belly being snugly wrapped in the fabric like a second skin. “This is the only piece we’ve made so far, but it’s progress nonetheless. I was meaning to test it in a slightly less naughtier way, but I suppose this works. Shall we see if it holds up?”
Spike laughter echoed in her mind. I hope it does, for your sake.
Rarity put her hat back on and gave herself one last perfunctory glance. Satisfied, she opened the door and stepped back out into the store, a nonchalant look on her face as she made for the exit.
“Goodbye, Miss!” The saleswoman said. “Hope you have a good… day…”
Her eyes went wide as she saw Rarity’s noticeably larger bust and massively pregnant belly. Rarity winked playfully and waved goodbye, gracefully ducking as she stepped back outside.
“Ta-ta, dear!” she called.
The saleswoman stared at the door for a full minute before shaking her head and walking off in a daze.
“I knew I shouldn’t have skipped my meds today... ”
Chapter 2: Almódir
WHAP!
The sharp noise awoke Celestia with a start. Her eyes snapped open to see the night sky above her, the dim stars hanging pale and listless. Whatever she was laying on was soft and plush, but it certainly wasn’t grass or any other kind of plant, and there wasn’t any dirt or rock to speak of that she could feel, either. She was groggy, befuddled, her head swimming in a syrupy slush, and she found it hard to focus or think. However, she did know that the sound she’d heard had come from behind her, beyond her line of sight.
She tried to sit up so she could see—
klinka-link-link
—only to find that she couldn’t.
“What...” Celestia realized that she was bound to the ground, her royal form spread-eagle. A set of manacles and chains held her fast by her wrists and ankles, and as she twisted, tugged, and outright yanked with all her formidable strength, she found that they had no give. She also realized that she was completely naked, her ivory breasts and privates exposed for all to see, the only thing on her person being a gold wedding band around her finger.
Raw, wild panic exploded in Celestia’s chest, only to immediately be quelled by an iron will. She pulled harder at her bindings, tapping into her magic in full. The ground rumbled as her muscles bulged and flexed, pulling with all the force her body could grant her.
SHRIIIIIII—WHUMMMMMMMMMMMM
An eerie sound came from the shackles. Abruptly they began to feel warm against Celestia’s skin, vibrating and tightening their hold on her. Celestia grit her teeth and pulled harder still, trying to overpower this mysterious magic. The humming grew louder, with each cuff emitting a reddish light so bright, she could see it in her peripheral. The cuffs were biting painfully into her wrists and ankles now, her fingers and toes going numb from the exertion, and the pain was so great that finally, she had to stop.
Celestia laid there for a few moments, dumbfounded. She was Sol Invictus, High Princess of Equestria! The very Sun submitted to her will! She could control plants of all types with ease, sense life all around her for miles, wield the mightiest of arcane spells, even manipulate time itself! How could she be subdued by a few mere pieces of metal? How?!
“Blast it…” Celestia tried to quell the fear racing through her veins. The wind was starting to pick up now, making her shiver and break out in goosebumps. The air brushed past her nipples and cunny, reminding her that she was completely exposed. She couldn’t sense any life whatsoever around her, not even beneath her.
She was completely alone, and in the silence, a small voice in the back of her head whispered that help might not be coming.
“No…” Celestia’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks. The sky and stars started descending on her, pressing down and making ready to squash her flat. A cackling laugh was echoing in her ears, and the moon above seemed to blur, the silhouette of a mare burned into her mind’s eye. A scream was starting to build in Celestia’s throat, desperately trying to claw its way out—
“Ah, the phoenix rises.”
Celestia froze. The familiar voice was female—low, deep, and silky, and it’d come from the same direction as the whip-like noise. The soft thud of footsteps informed her that said female was approaching…
...and while the initial reaction was utter shock, Celestia’s second one was decidedly more… frisky.
“Hmph.” Celestia made a renewed effort to break her bonds, but the shackles merely hummed again and didn’t budge. “Twilight, dear, I know you said you wanted to roleplay, but next time, warn me a little beforehand, hmm? You nearly scared me senseless.”
Twilight chuckled. “Maybe that was the point, love.”Casually, she sauntered over to Celestia’s right—staying just out of sight while flitting in and out of the shadows. “A certain someone told me about this little fantasy of yours, so I did extensive research to ensure an accurate replication of a kidnapping scenario! Consider it an anniversary gift.”
Celestia blinked several times. Who in the world would—oh, for Sun’s sake. She wasn’t sure whether to be mad at Luna or not, but one way or another, they would be talking about this.
A set of five torches were set in a square around Celestia, creating long, soft shadows that bled into one another, and it made for a deliciously spooky atmosphere that worked well with the mood. Her naked body was completely on display, her full, G-cup breasts sitting heavy on her chest, her pink areolas a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. Her long, pastel hair waved gracefully around her like a shawl, shifting in colorful waves that flowed down her back. Her toned tummy, divine curves, and endless legs were enough to make even the most chaste individuals lust after her. The aura of power around her was both alluring and awe-inspiring, drawing all good-aligned beings to her like moths to a flame, and that natural presence, combined with her kindness and towering stature, explained some of the names she’d been given by other cultures over the years.
Speaking of which...
“Almódir,” Twilight purred, her voice going deep again.
Celestia hesitated. “...what?”
“That’s what the ancestors of the Crystal Empire used to call you, isn’t it?” Twilight circled around her, speaking all the while. “Their oldest legends say that long ago, a divine being in golden armor appeared to them from on high, cloaked in scorching flames that burned all but her. With mighty spear in hand, she spoke in a voice like thunder, promising them food, shelter, protection, even a land to call their own. All they had to do was abandon their savage, plundering ways, and embrace the magic of Friendship. The nomads were a warmongering people—proud, fierce, and strong. They respected power above all else, and while they scoffed at the idea of peace, the sheer might the goddess exuded was beyond anything they had ever known. Because of this they surrendered peacefully, agreed to her terms, and named her their leader forevermore. Some time later she named one of them Regent-Lord and travelled south to further spread her influence, but to them and their descendants, she would always be Almódir... the All-Mother.”
Celestia stared up into the stars. It'd been a long time since she’d recalled the memories of a time long past, when anarchy and chaos still lingered in the years following Discord’s defeat. She'd gone north to dissolve the savage nomads, Luna had gone south to negotiate Equestrian borders and establish trade with the Zhevrans. They’d thought things would be so easy: a display of power here, a few treaties there… they’d have the country up and running in under a decade, and then they could go on to usher in a grand era of peace for Equestria.
It’d taken a liiiiiiiittle bit longer than that, but hey, at least things worked out in the end... right?
“Nomadic braziers,” Celestia said at last, taking note of the five torch stands. “A nice touch. And the stars are a little out of place for Canterlot, I believe. You’ve taken us up north, haven’t you?”
Twilight snickered. “The phoenix is both beautiful and apt.” Twilight looked up and down Celestia’s twelve foot form, her eyes taking on an eager glint. “And yet, here you are. The legendary Almódir, fury and wisdom incarnate, laid low, naked and helpless before me. Mmmm, I’m going to enjoy this...”
An excited shudder ran up Celestia’s spine. The lines were a little cliche (probably from one of those adventure books Twilight was always reading), but the tone was amazing. Celestia wasn’t even sure where exactly they were at the moment, but she was caring less and less as the seconds passed. She craned her head to try and get a better look at Twilight, but all she saw was a swish of her clothing. It looked like she was wearing a dark robe of some sort. Typical.
“You villain!” Celestia shouted. So Twilight was trying to stay in character, eh? Fine, two could play at that game. Celestia shifted from side to side, this time throwing all of her weight into her pulls. “Wow, I really can’t get out of these cuffs… Erm, you won’t… get away with this! Curse you, fiend! Curse you… erm, Twilight, why can’t I sense you? Or anything else, for that matter? My magic feels constrained, somehow... are the cuffs doing that, as well?”
Twilight didn’t reply. She took a step closer, just enough that Celestia could see her silhouette. Her robe had a deep hood that concealed her face, and all Celestia could see of her were her hands, one of which glinted with a matching wedding band. Celestia watched as Twilight’s hood swivelled back and forth, greedily taking in the contours of her captive’s exposed body, and a growl of anticipation escaped her, like the rumbling of a beast.
Celestia smirked. “You dastardly fiend. How dare you kidnap me! When my wife finds out about this, there will be Tartarus to pay! No force, curse, or cunning will spare you from her wrath!”
Twilight made a tsk-ing sound. She stepped forward fully at last, revealing her face in full. Her olive skin almost blended in with the voluminous robe, but her bright, violet eyes glittered like gems in the torchlight. Her initial ascension had accentuated her features and stature, but now the Element of Magic was taking it even further. Gone was the nerdy, pale-faced girl who stuttered and stammered in front of crowds—in her place was a woman, with a flawless, almond-shaped face, a slender neck, and a mysticalpresence that hinted at the godly magic within her. At nine-foot-nine, she was the tallest of her friends by a wide margin, and while that was still a far cry from Celestia’s height, that gap was steadily shrinking with each passing month.
Twilight smiled wickedly, her crimson tongue slipping out to lick her lips. She spoke in a breathy, lust-laden whisper, one that carried the tinge of her own ascended magic.
“I can taste your fear.”
Celestia gulped. There was a hungriness in Twilight’s gaze—eager, primal, and it made her want to flee. She yanked at the chains again with all her might, throwing her weight to and fro, gasping and grunting as she flailed and squirmed, but to no avail. She was held fast, helpless, completely at Twilight’s mercy, who could do absolutely anything she wanted—
“GUH!” Celestia fiercely jerked her hips into the air. A heavy blush crept into her cheeks as her mouth went dry, biting back a moan as Twilight continued to eye her like a piece of meat. A familiar heat was rushing into her loins, spreading out quickly to the rest of her, further fueled by the insane adrenaline rush. It’d always been like this—ever since she’d learned she was into this kind of thing—and it never failed to make her a hot, panting mess.
“A-Ah…” Celestia gasped and squirmed under Twilight’s hungry gaze. She was starting to sweat now, the tiny droplets being cooled in the wind. “What... w-what’re you going to d-do...”
In response, Twilight reached within her robes and pulled out two flasks, which she made a show of revealing to her captive. One was filled with an orange substance, thick and goopy, like jelly. The second had a blue, watery liquid inside of it, and after setting the first flask down, Twilight uncorked the blue one and raised it to her lips.
She downed the blue liquid in a single swig and swallowed, but then, she immediately began to cough and sputter.
“Blegh!” Her voice cracked as she stuck out her tongue. “S’like fucking turpentine…”
Celestia stifled a snort. Okay, so not everything could go perfectly.
Twilight regained her composure and kneeled down beside Celestia, now picking up the orange vial and removing the top. She lifted Celestia’s head and brought the container up to her lips, the sharp scent of wild herbs floating past her nose. She played along and grunted in revulsion, pursing her lips tight and trying to turn away. Twilight had leverage on her, though, and easily held her still. Twilight plugged Celestia’s nose to prevent her from breathing, and after a few moments she was forced to open up. When she did, Twilight poured the orange goop into her mouth and forced her jaw shut, blowing a puff of air in her face to make her swallow.
Celestia realized why Twilight had gagged. The potion was vile—an acrid, slimy, potent taste that was both bitter and overly sweet at the same time. The only good thing was that she could half-taste it thanks to Twilight keeping her nose plugged, but even still, it was one of the nastiest thing she’d ever tasted in her immortal life.
“Whoops,” Twilight said, noting Celestia’s grimace. “Sorry. I’ll try to improve the taste. The safe word is ‘banana’, by the way.”
Celestia snorted. “Maybe that’s what you should’ve made the potions taste like.”
Twilight snickered. “I’d have thought you’d prefer angel food cake-flavor.”
“Wouldn’t say no to that, either.”
Twilight snuck a quick kiss, then stood back up and tossed the vials away. She slipped back into the shadows beyond, leaving Celestia to wonder what in the world was going to happen next. She had a few ideas, but she wasn’t privy to whatever Twilight had planned. This was all an unknown to her. The potion was roiling and bubbling in her stomach, making her start to feel fuzzy, almost queasy. She was half-worried she was going to throw up, but then suddenly, the feeling faded in an instant.
And in its place, a different feeling made itself known...
Celestia’s eyes became large and dilated. A gradual tingling was now suffusing her body, a tingling mixing in with the warmth she was already feeling. She was now aware how empty her nethers felt, yearning and unfulfilled, and she felt herself growing wetter, a thin trickle escaping her labia to drip onto the ground—
“ERGH!” Celestia writhed, her thoughts really getting hazy. “NO, BLAST YOU! I-I… I won’t let you do th-this to me!”
Celestia could hear Twilight chanting, speaking words in a long-forgotten tongue. She raised her head to see that Twilight was standing a short ways away with her back turned, her arms were lifted high like she was in prayer, and as Celestia watched, a pair of glowing, ghostly wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. Clouds were now starting to form in the sky—ominous, low-hanging things, swirling around both of them and blotting out all the stars.
The hairs on Celestia’s neck stood on end. The flames in the five braziers suddenly flickered, each one shifting to a color: one red, one orange, one green, one blue, and one pink. A charge was now building in the air, and it was being drawn to her like she was a living lightning rod. She realized she was laying on a cloud, and the energy being gathered in it was funneling into her body. It raced through her veins before pooling in her groin, priming every nerve to go off on a hair trigger, and she whimpered her delight, her bare breasts heaving as she wriggled and squrimed.
Twilight ceased chanting and lowered her arms, and bright violet glow now enveloping her cloaked form. “‘You won’t let me,’ she says.” Twilight laughed. “How adorable—my pet thinks she still has a choice.”
With a deft motion, She whirled around and ripped off her robe, her shimmering, indigo hair glinting as it fell past her shoulders.
Twilight had never been the most shapely of women. She’d always been rather plain, truth be told, and the life of a scholar hadn’t done much to accentuate her looks. Princesshood and Element infusion had certainly changed that, but not to any real extreme. She had something of a swimmer’s build now, lean and sleek, with a narrow frame, long arms, a flat tummy, and svelte legs. Her bust was larger than average, somewhere in the D-cup range, and while she didn’t try to flaunt herself in public, her increasing height alone turned heads wherever she went.
But none of those things were what Celestia was looking at. Instead, her attention was on the newest addition to Twilight’s anatomy, bobbing up and down as she walked closer.
“Ooooh…”
A very real cock and balls were quickly sprouting just above Twilight’s lady bits. As Celestia watched, Twilight’s nuts grew fatter and fuller, hanging heavy in their veiny sack while gently swinging back and forth. They were already the size of apples and still getting bigger, sagging lower and lower between Twilight’s knees as they swelled up with seed. Her hefty shaft was growing too, twitching and throbbing as it got longer and thicker, the veins beneath pulsing visibly along Twilight’s smooth skin. Already it was creeping up past her ribs and brushing against her breasts, and yet still it continued to grow, quickly assuming a size of almost absurd proportions. A particularly strong throb made Twilight grunt in surprise, her dick and balls surging an instant later, and a cup’s worth of pre spurted out to land squarely on Celestia’s mound.
“Snnkkkt!” Celestia’s pleasured gasp was like a hiss. Twilight’s pre wasn’t warm, it was hot, hot, HOT, and the stickiness of it was it could’ve been mistaken for full-on cum. Celestia arched her back and let out the moan she’d been holding in, her head lolling from side to side as she pulled and jerked on the manacles.
“Hah, hah... s-so that’s your... plan…" Celestia was panting, struggling, doing everything she could to try and put up a front. “You c-call that… a dick? Th-that’s nothing. I’ve seen…greh… bigger on… ah… bigger o-ohhhhh ffuuuuuccccckkk...”
Twilight used a wing to stroke her leg ever-so-slightly. Her feathery touch made Celestia go cross-eyed, quivering as she took in Twilight’s musky scent, and she looked up and saw her staring down at her with a cocky smirk.
“You’re mine, Almódir,” Twilight said in a taunting voice. “Mine to do with as I will. I can already smell your excitement, see it pooling around your thighs, and let me tell you, it’s absolutely delightful…”
There was an audible rumbling now. Celestia’s magic was sizzling inside her, building up more and more as she tried to break free, but even still, the shackles didn’t even so much as wiggle. The energies of air, earth, and arcane were swirling about inside her, fused into one by the magical braziers and making her body glow with prismatic light. This new, divine energy was all being directed into her most sacred of places, and it was building up for something… something big.
Twilight’s wing was on Celestia’s left shin. Slowly, agonizingly, she brushed it up until she was at Celestia’s knee, and her tickling touch was absolutely torture. Celestia’s bit her lip, hard, trying to keep herself from moaning, her heart pounding in her ears as Twilight continued north.
“D-Damn you,” Celestia managed. “You won’t… guh… w-won’t, get away with th-this...”
“I already have,” Twilight said. “We’re here, alone, and no one knows where we are. No one is going to find us. Ooh, the things I’m going to do to you... I just can’t WAIT to hear you scream…”
Celestia wasn’t listening. She was trying to lean into Twilight’s wing, trying to get her to keep on with the foreplay, but she moved it away in a flash.
Then suddenly...
WHAP!
“AHHHHHH!” The moan she’d been holding in ripped free. Celestia’s whole body shook as the tightness in her belly became SO much more, a fire that ignited like lightning on a dry grassland. Twilight had swatted her cutie mark with the same wing she’d been using, and the pain pushed the pleasure up a whole new level. Her desire was burning inside her, making her head feel hazy and light, and all she wanted was for Twilight to—
“Yes, just like that,” Twilight said. She took a moment to admire the welt she’d made, the highest portion of the sun symbol now noticeably darker. “Such a nice sound… and yet, I think you were holding back a bit, there. I can’t allow that, pet. Maybe I’ll just leave you here until morning, all hot and bothered, and come back when—”
“NO!” Celestia panted for breath in great, heaving gulps, now starting to shake. “D-Don’t you fucking dare! I s-swear to high heaven if you do—”
WHAP!
Twilight struck Celestia again, her wing moving like a whip. She eagerly looked on as Celestia rode the fresh high, and she stroked her drooling dick as it twitched in her hand. It wasn’t easy to pace things like this, but she knew it’d make the payoff all the sweeter.
“Pets don’t talk back,” Twilight said, her tone low and raspy. “Struggle all you like, but you’re not moving unless I say so. How does it feel, hmm? The great Almódir, beloved leader of Equestria, reduced to little more than a plaything! What would your people say if they saw you now?”
Celestia was cracking under the pressure. All she could think about was the heat, the need, the boiling lust inside her. The energy continued to pour into the cloud, subsequently bleeding into Celestia and gathering in her womb, and her own combined magic kept rising alongside it, making her feel so GOOD…
“Whether you like it or not...” Twilight resumed stroking Celestia again, going up to the just-visible grooves of her abs. “...you’re going to be my broodmother. I’m going to fuck you raw, over and over, filling you with seed until it takes root in your belly. Buuuuut... if you behave, I might be inclined to let you enjoy yourself, maybe have some fun as nature takes its course. Will you be a good little pet for me, hmm? If you resist, I’ll have to put you in your place, and I promise you won’t enjoy that…”
Celestia was barely listening; her eyes were glued to Twilight’s hefty tool. It swayed back and forth with her movements, drooling a steady stream of pre that oozed down her shaft before falling to the ground. Celestia’s thoughts were filled with how it would feel stuffed deep inside her, her hungry nether lips swallowing inch after delectable inch, her inner depths slowly stretching to accommodate until eventually Twilight’s balls brushed against her taint...
“Y-You won’t!” Celestia grit her teeth and summoned up every shred of willpower she had left. “I’m not… ergh… n-not your plaything! You c-can’t... ohgoddess... can’t use me… l-like a cocksleeve!”
“Can’t I?” Twilight put a hand on her hip, examining her fingernails with a bored look. “Hmm, let’s see… it should be ready by now. Stand up for me.”
Celestia blinked. What was that supposed to mean?! That’s exactly what she’d been trying to do this entire time! She couldn’t move with those stupid magic chains holding her down—
Celestia sat up. The manacles continued to glow as she swung her legs off the cloud and stood to her full, imposing height, but not doing anything more than that.
“W-What…?”
“Touch your left elbow,” Twilight said.
Celestia did so. The warmth in her body continued to race through her veins, the prismatic aura still shining bright around her naked form.
“Oh, my...” Celestia tried to move her arms and legs herself, but they wouldn’t budge. She was frozen in place. “Twilight…”
“Why, it seems I can tell you what to do!” Twilight walked up to Celestia, her head only barely coming up to Celestia’s tits. “Now, what should I have you do first? Make you give me a boobjob so I can cum all over that pretty face of yours? Or maybe you should take my cock down your warm, tight throat. Ooh, I know! We should do both at the same time! We both certainly have the assets for it…”
Celestia was struggling harder than ever. She was wound up so tight so felt ready to explode, and that fuzziness from before was creeping into her vision. It hadn’t been as noticeable thanks to the adrenaline, but now…
Twilight looked up at Celestia, meeting her eyes with a lazy grin. She was having to crane her head up less and less these days, and soon, she probably wouldn’t have to at all. “I asked you a question, Pet. When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it. If you don’t—”
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!
Twilight struck again with her wings, fast as a hummingbird. She hit once on Celestia’s stomach, once on her rear, and once on the spot between her shoulder blades. Celestia howled in agony and ecstasy, the warmth in her body going up yet another notch, and her inner muscles clamped down hard on nothing, desperate for relief.
Twilight’s toothy smile was like a wolf’s. The violet aura surrounding her thrummed as her hand strayed down to her balls, cupping them while playing with the stretchy skin. “Come, now. You don’t want to keep being punished, do you? Or then again, maybe you do. I’m fine with either, to be honest…”
It was almost too much. The lack of control, the warmth, the teasing, the pain, the fuzziness in her head, all of it was combining into a force so potent it was overriding Celestia’s resolve. A tiny, traitorous voice was now whispering in the back of her mind, promising that everything would be alright if she just gave in, and she was finding it harder and harder to say no.
“I-I…”
Twilight gave her a stern glare. “Do you understand?”
Celestia wet her lips. All she wanted now was to be fucked hard, and fast. She’d do anything to have that happen, and if that meant she had to give in…
“Yes,” Celestia said, almost too quiet to hear.
Twilight cocked her head. “I didn’t catch that, my sweet. Speak up!”
Celestia realized she didn’t want to be bad anymore. She wanted to be good! She wanted to please Twilight, and do everything she was told. She wanted to be a good little plaything, and good playthings didn’t fight against their owners, now did they? ButCelestia wasn’t very good at that. Celestiawas the strong one, the one who never gave in and always wanted to be independent. Celestia was the big, strong hero everybody looked up to!
No, Celestia wouldn’t make for a very good plaything.
But maybe someone else…
Celestia closed her eyes, letting a shaky breath out as the fuzziness seeped all the way into her mind. There was a moment of silence, broken only by the humming of the chains…
“Yes,” Almódir said in a low voice. She let her head fall, her hair swirling over her eyes. “I under—mmf!”
Twilight grabbed her by the hair and yanked her down, pulling her into a fierce, dominating kiss. She shoved her tongue into her plaything’s mouth and claimed it as her own, letting out a long, contented hum. Almódir immediately surrendered, letting the smaller Twilight do what she wanted for however long she saw fit. Twilight’s dick was sandwiched between them, throbbing and leaky, and Twilight eagerly ground it against her as they made out. Almódir’s chest felt like it was filled with helium, a desperate urgency screaming at her to do something about the ache in her cunny, but that wasn’t what a good pet would do. Good pets didn’t put themselves first, they waited to do what they were told.
Twilight pulled back from Almódir, panting hard. Her hands roamed over her plaything’s enormous body, squeezing her immense, buxom breasts, tracing her godly curves, exploring every inch of her. Twilight then began nipping at Almódir’s collarbone, and each one caused delicious little shocks that made Almódir squeak cutely in surprise.
“Mmm, your taste…” Twilight ran her tongue across Almódir’s chest, delighted at feeling her pet’s pulse hammering away. “Your smell… you’re just delectable, aren’t you? I wonder if otherparts of you share the flavor? I’ll have to find out...”
Almódir let out a longing groan. She stood still as Twilight ravished her, her legs shaking in anticipation. She stood still, waiting patiently, a waterfall gushing between her legs as the heat in her core blazed on.
“But first thing’s first.” Twilight’s hand lingered on Almódir’s left tit, squeezing the fat nipple before letting go. Her ghostly wings were fully spread now, making her look like an angel of sex. “I want to start with that fun little idea I mentioned before. Lie back down, pet. You need to absorb more energy for the ritual...”
Obediently, Almódir returned to her position on the cloud, shuddering at the instant return of power seeping into her. Then, her vision was filled with violet as Twilight swung her leg over and sat square atop her lap.
Twilight kissed her cockhead, swirling her tongue around and tasting herself. Slowly, she crawled forward on her hands, her fat, bulbous tip drooling as it angled towards Almódir’s cleavage. There was a gasp from both of them as it slipped between Almódir’s breasts, snugly wedging itself between a heavenly softness that took Twilight’s breath away. She crawled forward a bit more, and several more inches of her length were squished between Almódir’s soft, smooth flesh. She began thrusting, her pre gliding her effortlessly back and forth, and she looked down at her plaything, who was mesmerized by the the cock in her cleavage, and Twilight’s perky tits, swaying over her face.
“Squeeze me, pet,” Twilight ordered, her voice a sultry whisper. “I want to feel you.”
Almódir obeyed. She began rubbing and playing her breasts, massaging the stiff, virile pole between them. She could feel its twitching, swelling heat; a living, organic thing, not some toy or flimsy construct. Its rich, heady scent filled her nose and brain, intoxicating her, and she found herself drooling as she smooshed Twilight’s dick between her pillowy confines. Odd shadows played about them as Twilight’s wings enveloped them, the braziers burning brighter in response to the sixth and final Element moving into place.
Now it was Twilight’s turn to moan. She slid her tool deeper and deeper, poking all the way through Almódir’s cleavage with several inches to spare. Her bloated nuts, still glowing with residual magic, rested heavily on Almódir’s ribs as they rumbled with cum. They’d swollen past the size of coconuts, ballooning even larger as they produced more and more seed, and Twilight’s composure was now starting to fray, her cockiness giving way to a yearning.
“Mmmmm,” Twilight growled through grit teeth. “Your tits feel so good... but I’ll bet… ugh... they’ll feel even better… nnnh... once they’ve swelled up with milk, eh? You’re going to have… ah… so many children, my sweet pet. Soon, all will know… yes… why you’re called All-Mother... ”
Twilight’s dick was inches from Almódir’s face. Occasional spurts were splashing against her chin, leaving her neck a sticky, gooey mess. Almódir lapped up as much as she could, the faint, salty taste an appetizer for the main course. A few more thrusts and the glistening dick was in range, but despite her desire, Almódir remained still, letting it brush tantalizingly against her lips.
Good pets waited for orders from their masters, after all.
“Ah, you’re learning.” Twilight wiggled her hips a bit, revelling in Almódir’s titflesh. More pre seeped out of her cocktip, smearing Almódir’s lips like vaseline. “Good girl. You can have control your body back for that. And, I’m going to let you have a treat! You’ll to have to coax it out, though, so go—HhHhHhhHhhHH!”
Almódir slurped down the first quarter of Twilight’s cock, her jaw stretching as she swallowed its girth. She bobbed her head down as far as she could, noisily licking and sucking, taking as much as she could in her warm, wet maw. Twilight seized up immediately, her face contorting strangely, her whole world narrowed to the tight, slick passage that was her pet’s mouth. Words failed her as she resumed thrusting, weak and jerky at first, but then faster and rougher as a pressure began rising in her groin. Her nuts were pressed snug against Almódir’s tits, swelling even still, eager to empty themselves in a woman’s fertile depths.
Almódir couldn’t help herself. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop from savoring the pre that dribbled down her throat. The Master had said she could have a treat, and so she wasn’t going to stop until she’d gotten it. Almódir clamped her lips down on her prize, running her tongue along the veins that pulsed along its side. Centuries of experience had taught her the best methods for fellatio, and she used one of them now as she deep-throated the Master’s cock, popping it down her throat and swallowing, hard. The effect was instantaneous, Twilight howling as she grabbed Almódir’s head and thrusted deeper, and she lost all pretense to just well and truly to fuck her plaything’s perfect mouth, over, and over, and over.
The energy around them rose in pitch. Frigid, freezing sleet began falling from the storm clouds, only to bounce and run off an invisible forcefield surrounding the circle. Arcane sparks glinted in the air like ghostly diamonds, and the cracks in the earth grew deeper, venting out tendrils of steam. All the gathering energy subtly funneled into the enchanted cloud, and in turn Almódir, whose silvery aura grew brighter and brighter. The energy continued to pool in her core, saturating… empowering every part of her womb, and it wasn’t long before an orgasm rolled over her, her pussy clenching and spasming, her solar magic flaring for an instant as she sucked Twilight’s dick.
But she wasn’t sucking long. Soon after Almódir’s peak did Twilight reach hers, the burst of magical heat pushing her over the edge. Twilight cried out and shot load after load of thick jism down Almódir’s throat, her eyes rolled back as she swallowed two—six—ten—fourteen—twenty spurts, each one longer than the last. And yet still Twilight didn’t stop, her face lost in bliss. Almódir had every intention to take it all, even as her stomach began to distend, but Twilight then surprised her by pulling out and away, electing to paint Almódir’s face, neck, shoulders, and breasts with pearly seed.
“AH!” Twilight pumped her shaft in a blur, her dick erupting like a firehose. “YES! Y-YESSSS!”
It went on like that for a while, but eventually, Twilight did finally finish. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, woozily getting back to her feet and admiring her handiwork. Almódir was painted in a thick layer of cum, much of the excess oozing off her and being absorbed into the cloud. A smug smile crept up on Twilight’s face as she watched her pet revel in it, licking her fingers and relishing the warmth. It was a beautiful sight… although, perhaps she’d gone a bit overboard. These were the intended results of the potion, but she hadn’t realized things were going to be so… messy. Perhaps something to keep in mind for the future. Yes, definitely.
Twilight glanced down at her softening tool, still twitching with aftershocks and glistening with fluids. Her watermelon-sized balls hadn’t lost their glow, and already she could feel them refilling, growing larger and making her bowlegged. And with it, that heady, feral lust was returning, making Twilight shiver as a delightful tingling jolted her from head to toe. Her vision narrowed as she swept over to Almódir, her attention squared on that tight, dripping slit—
“Banana.”
The haze cleared. Twilight stopped and immediately she snapped her fingers, the cuffs restricting Celestia vanishing in a puff of smoke.
“Oh, shoot.” Twilight frowned and wrung her hands. “Was that too much? Urgh… that was too much, wasn’t it. I was afraid it might be.”
“A bit, yes.” Celestia sat up and rubbed her sore wrists, still glowing and dripping with cum. “Don’t worry, love. I just need a minute.”
With a quick spell, Twilight conjured up a towel and gave it to Celestia. “I ah... didn’t think I would get that rough, there, heh… kinda caught up in it, I guess.”
Celestia chuckled. “It’s your first time with a penis. It’s understandable.” Her eyes strayed to Twilight’s package. Unsurprisingly, Twilight was fully erect again, and she’d taken to playing with herself while she waited. Her dick had to be between three and four feet in length by this point, and while a part of Celestia was starting to wonder if she could take that monster inside her, another part couldn’t wait to try.
Was I doing okay, otherwise?” Twilight asked. She leaned forward a bit with wide eyes. “I hope I was convincing enough. I’m not really familiar with this kind of roleplaying, so I had to look up some things for reference. Being dominant is really different, but I have to admit, it’s kinda fun!”
Celestia held back the urge to laugh. Even after all these years, Twilight was still the same.“I’d say you were convincing, yes.” She rested a hand on her stomach, pleasantly full from her recent meal. “You certainly had the passion and atmosphere down, and the spanking with the wings was a nice touch. You definitely need to do that more.”
Twilight blinked. “Oh? Really?” She waggled her eyebrows. “Hmm, I’ll have to keep that in mind…”
Celestia glanced down at herself. She was still glowing like a lightbulb, filled to the brim with magic. The heat, pressure, and LUST inside her hadn’t diminished one bit, and only her willpower was keeping it in check. She couldn’t keep things on pause for very long, here.
“I think we should just do things normally, now,” Celestia said. She held out her arms, beckoning Twilight closer. “You did good, but now I want Twilight Sparkle. Twilight Sparkle, and no one else.”
Twilight blushed. Smiling, she came over and sat on Celestia’s lap, facing her. They hugged in a lover’s embrace, the larger Celestia lifting Twilight up so they could be face-to-face.
“Are you sure?” Twilight asked. She gently rubbed Celestia’s back, idly tracing the bumps of her spine. “I don’t mind, really! I can keep pretending if you enjoy it...”
Celestia squeezed her a little tighter. “We’re about to start a family, sweetheart. I want this moment to be genuine. Don’t you?”
Twilight pulled back and met her eyes, and her face said it all. The two of them said nothing after that, letting silence reign as the heat from their bodies rose up in tendrils of steam. The falling sleet outside turned to wet, heavy snow, and peals of lightning flashed above them, accompanied by eerily-muted rumbles. The distance between them shrank little by little, until finally they were kissing, properly kissing, going through the old motions while lost in each other’s arms.
They leisurely laid back down on the cloud, the energy enveloping them like a warm blanket. The glow emanating from Twilight merged with Celestia’s, turning her a pure, pristine white, and Celestia moaned into Twilight’s mouth, feeling the new power swirl about inside her. Twilight hummed and softly nibbled Celestia’s lips, her breath coming in short groans and pants, and their kisses rolled one after another, going back and forth with the sound of smacking lips.
“That should… ah… be enough…” Twilight said after a time. Her kisses trailed to Celestia’s cheek, then her ear, sucking and nibbling on the fleshy lobe. “You should…mmmh… be ready...”
Celestia certainly felt ready. There was so much power inside her that she could barely think straight, and this was from someone who could control the Sun. Wild and pure, she felt it racing, filling up her entire being, like a miniature star blazing within her womb.
“Do it,” Celestia groaned. “Please...”
Twilight pushed Celestia onto her back, crawling atop her and sliding down to her groin. Twilight’s dick was no less eager than before, and her nuts were now so large that they rested on the cloud. She could feel the seed sloshing inside them, potent and thick, saturated with harmonic essence.
Drool fell from Twilight’s mouth as she took in Celestia’s fiery scent. She smelled like hot, oiled metal, laced with a sweetness that made Twilight’s nose tingle. Her enormous, soaking cunny was a thing of beauty, her flower slightly parted and puffy with arousal. Cavernous would be a good word to describe Celestia’s depths, but luckily, Twilight’s equipment was up for the task.
“Okay.” Twilight glanced down at ‘Tab A’, comparing it to ‘Slot B’, as it were. “I should be able to produce enough seminal fluid now. Once conception occurs, the gathered energy should fuse with the zygote, stabilizing and acclimating it to your—
“Twilight!”
Twilight blinked. “Ah, right. Sorry.”
Awkwardly, Twilight shuffled back and positioned herself, needing both hands to guide her oversized tool to its destination. Already she could feel Celestia’s sweltering heat on her cockhead, making her shiver and bite her lip. The desperate whines Celestia made only served to pick up her pace, and after a few clumsy tries and muttered curses...
“Haaaaaaa…” Twilight and Celestia moaned in unison, the thick, swollen flare of Twilight’s dick at last slipping into Celestia’s confines. Celestia could feel her tunnel stretching wide, stretching like it hadn’t been in centuries, and stars danced before her eyes as her inner walls quivered and clenched. Twilight’s heart hammered as inch after inch—no, foot after foot of dick slowly sank into her wife’s entrance, and she relished every bit of wet heat, even as her nuts gurgled and inflated to absurd sizes.
“Twiliiiigghhtt…” Celestia couldn’t even keep her voice steady anymore. “Fasssterrr…”
Twilight pushed a little harder, crawling forward as her shaft was sucked into Celestia’s mound. It felt like her dick was in a living, velvety vice. She suckled on Celestia’s left breast, running her tongue all along her wife’s rosy nipple. Celestia grunted and gripped Twilight’s toned ass, kneading the firm flesh and pulling her closer… deeper. More than half of Twilight’s length was inside her, with more disappearing by the second as her cunny molded to shape, and she was starting to feel that fullness, punctuated by the burn of worked muscles.
Twilight stopped her sucking and growled, punctuating it with a thrust of her hips. She got a few more inches in, but found that she could go no farther. The rapturous look on Celestia’s face was damn hot, but Twilight saw the expectancy there, the anticipation for what was next. Twilight grit her teeth and pulled back with all her might, freeing a good foot and a half with a loud SHLICK. Coldness and tension greeted her, but with a second wet SCHLICK, she pumped her cock back, beginning the task of giving Celestia a proper rutting.
Celestia’s vision went foggy as tiny electric sparks raced up and down her legs, her groin muscles clenching and squeezing around Twilight’s massive dick. On reflex she found herself moving in time, thrusting and gripping, her voice rising and falling in time with the pleasure racing through her. Her solar magic went wild again, a pair of blazing wings appearing behind her, each one brighter than the dawn. Great lances of plasma erupted around them and harmlessly struck the forcefield in great, sizzling bursts, but still Twilight pressed on, steady and strong, the unbelievable heat only spurring her on faster.
“Yesssss,” Twilight snarled through grit teeth. Her eyes glowed white, her voice echoing with divine power. “Burn bright, my phoenix…”
Celestia’s cries grew louder and higher in pitch. Twilight was relentless, moving in and out like a piston, pushing as much of herself into her lover’s deepest place as she could. She was going to reach her limit soon, but she was intent on bringing Celestia with her, and so she used a bit of magic to vibrate her clit. Celestia squealed and wrapped her legs around Twilight, pulling her in as far as possible, and it drove Twilight into a sudden frenzy, now fucking Celestia harder and rougher, lifting her hips up for added leverage.
The hum of magic reached an apex. The fissures in the ground now bubbled with magma, spreading to fill the corners of the ritual circle. The light emanating from Celestia and Twilight was now practically a second sun, and if there’d been any living souls within a hundred miles, they would’ve clearly seen the shining beacon, blazing like the sunrise. The storm raging around them was now a howling blizzard, the snow pelting the forcefield with all of nature’s fury, and just as Celestia’s and Twilight’s silhouettes faded into the light—
VA-WOOOOOOOOOM
Twilight’s orgasm was like a literal explosion, her immortal form pulsing with repeated rings of light as torrents of energy-laden cum erupted into Celestia’s womb. Her howl of bliss was drowned out as she gripped Celestia even tighter, jerking and thrusting her hips unevenly all the while. The majority of her load was burned up nigh instantly, but as her balls worked on, each wave got just a little bit farther, oozing deeper into Celestia’s womb. Celestia went over the edge as well, her groin muscles clamping down as stars danced before her eyes, and it was like fireworks burst in her brain with every surge of wet heat inside her. That wet heat kept creeping farther into her deepest recesses, gradually coating the walls of her womb, and somewhere, in the dimmest reaches of her mind, the realization of what that meant raised her high to even greater heights.
Five minutes passed, and Twilight was still going strong. Her overactive nuts produced cum nearly as fast as they could be emptied, and Celestia’s furnace-like womb was taking it all in, gradually being saturated little by little. Ten minutes passed, and Celestia was starting to look a little bloated, the endless volume of seed now starting to win out. It was only after fifteen minutes that things started to finally wind down, and a few minutes after that, a few final twitches rounded off Twilight’s extended peak.
Sweat dripped off her whole body as Twilight gasped for air and stood still for a moment, allowing some semblance of lucidity to return. She stared down at Celestia’s swollen middle, stretched tight and filled to the brim with magical cum. Ironically, she looked like she was nine months pregnant.
“If that… doesn’t do it…” Twilight gasped between ragged breaths. “Nothing will.”
Celestia didn’t reply. She just lay spread-eagle on the cloud, a goofy smile plastered on her face.
Twilight patted Celestia’s leg. Carefully, she withdrew her flaccid member, but not before casting a quick spell to keep the seed inside. No way in Tartarus was that happening just yet. She started working on dissipating the remaining dregs of the ritual, focusing on safely dispersing the storm outside and evening out the superheated temperature around them.
“Mmhhh…” Celestita stroked her belly, her aching legs numb and weak. “Twilight, that was amazing...”
Twilight chuckled. “I just hope it was enough. We won’t be able to gather more potion ingredients for another six months.”
“We have time,” Celestia said. She took Twilight’s hand and squeezed it. “Sooner or later, I know we’ll make it work.”
Twilight shuffled in place. With her foot, she splashed a bit of magma, watching the fiery goop sizzle and plop back down. “We have time, but not everyone else does. My parents want to see their grandchildren, Tia.”
Celestia was quiet to that. She couldn’t really explain it, but somehow, a part of her just knew that wasn’t going to be an issue. Whether she got pregnant now or was going to get pregnant in the near future, she knew things were going to work out.
Twilight sat on the edge of the cloud beside Celestia, watching the storm slowly die out around them. “I wonder if some kind of temporal spell might give us more attempts…”
Celestia laughed. “You’re acting you didn’t get me pregnant just now, dear. If you’re so worried about it, we can always go another round. I’m up for it if you are.”
Twilight raised an eyebrow. At first she was going to say she wasn’t, but upon it being suggested, her penis rose up to half-mast, her balls tingling as they refilled.
“Then get comfy, Almódir,” Twilight said. She whirled around and resumed her position on top. “Because I swear by the stars above, I’m gonna put a baby in you!”
