Aspects and Domains

Aspect of Virility

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Not all alicorn domains are created equal. There are a great many factors that go into what defines and governs them, and depending on the scope of the domain in question, their power can range from paltry to cosmic. This wide range of makes for widely inaccurate data when trying to postulate on the strength of a new/unrealized domain, but it is known that upon activation, an alicorn becomes aware of what falls within his or her sphere of influence. This information can then be used to discern the efficacy of their power to some degree, although the interpretation of that efficacy has been criticized by some as subjective.

As a side note of this, it has also been discovered that in rare cases, the powers of a domain can be split between alternate instances of a subject. Not all universes are created the same, after all, and the dimensional differences between versions of an alicorn can result in each one controlling merely an aspect of a domain rather than the whole thing. Cases like these have been known to display a fascinating phenomenon upon their activation, where each instance of the alicorn is subsequently attracted to its counterpart across the multiverse, and upon their meeting, they are both compelled to activate their shared domain and assume its power.

The method of said activation likely varies on the domain in question, and it is yet unknown whether or not factors like primary or secondary domain hold significance. However, it has been reported that the longer amount of time a domain has gone unrealized, the more... intense the shared ascension becomes.

On the Physiology of Alicorns, Chapter 6, by Prince Dusk Shine

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Prince Solaris groaned as he slammed the door to his room. He tossed his regalia in a corner and staggered to his favorite chair, flopping down unceremoniously and pinching the bridge of his nose. It had been a very long day. Everypony had had their sticks stuck up their plots for one reason or another, and they’d all seen fit to bite his head off at every opportunity. He’d even had to raise the sun that morning with brute force because it didn’t want to cooperate, and then in true begrudging fashion, it’d burned him through their link when he’d put it down that evening. Really, the stupid ball of gas acted more like a little kid sometimes than most actual ones did.

“I hate my job sometimes.” Solaris put his arms behind his head and gave them a quick stretch, wincing as he felt a lingering soreness in them. That soreness was likely going to be three times worse in the morning, and it wasn’t something he was looking forward to. He made a mental note not to shake hands with the Yakyakistan ambassador ever again. She’d threatened to call off the trade agreement six times in the course of a half hour, and it was only after he’d sent an emergency message to Ponyville did they actually manage to make any headway. Not exactly his idea of a fun time.

Sighing, Solaris floated over a hard cider from his magically chilled stash and cracked it open. He sure as Tartarus needed it after a day like today, and he wasn’t about to chastise himself for turning to alcohol tonight. His diet and training regimen could go on pause for a while; right now he felt like shit. Besides, it’s not like he’d seen much in the way of results. His arms were as spindly and unmuscled as ever, his pecs were flat, and he was beginning to think that he just wasn’t able to build up any kind of physique. Sure, he was tall and good looking, but he didn’t look very much in shape, and while it hadn’t really bothered him in centuries, now that Artemis was back and sporting the chiseled body of a warrior, well...

Solaris looked out the window at the tower across the way. He could see his brother’s silhouette as he moved around, getting ready for Night Court and all the tasks of the night. Normally they sat down and had a meal together, talking and letting the other know what had gone on during their shift, but Solaris was utterly exhausted. He had enough energy left to get over to his bed and crash, and if there was anything else he did tonight besides that, it would probably be to tend to the restless old friend stirring in his loins.

“Not even sure I’m in the mood for that…” Solaris finished his cider and sat up into a more upright position. He was pretty sure he was just gonna screw everything and go straight to bed, but even his battered brain couldn't help but indulge himself with a quick scratch across his groin. Unfortunately, all that did was stoke the coals, and with a rather agitated grunt he starting fondling the chubby bulge of warm dough in his pants. He felt uncharacteristically randy, and he couldn’t even remember a time when he felt so ready to just rub one out. The prospect was certainly tempting… but he just wasn’t up for it right now. A quick spike of horniness wasn’t enough to override the numbing fatigue that plagued him, and all he really wanted to do right now was get into bed before the next day started.

With his mind made up, Solaris heaved himself up and feebly made his way over to the bed. He could almost feel the disappointment radiating from his loins, but he was beyond a capacity to care. His limbs were weak and shaky, his magic was drained, and it felt like his brain was soaked in syrup. And he was already going to be terribly sore as it was, he probably shouldn’t be exacerbating it. His stallionhood could be hard and twitch all it damn well wanted, he wasn’t going to give it any attention tonight.

“Another time, old friend. “ Solaris turned off the lights and flopped into his bed without even taking off his clothes. He managed to tuck his weary body under the covers, and the last thing he saw was the stars burning bright in the sky before he fell asleep.

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...or at least, that’s what he tried to do.

Forty-five restless minutes later, Solaris opened his eyes with a bitter curse. Of course this was how his horrid day ended—nothing said ‘fuck you’ quite like a random bout of insomnia. His mind had flitted close to drifting off multiple times, but then he would remember something particularly awful that’d gone on at court, or a look of indignant entitlement on a citizen, or any other nasty occurrence that’d made him want to bash his head against a wall. Never in all his long rule had he ever had a day this bad, and every time he’d tried to defuse a situation, reach a compromise, or get through a something without it turning into a slog, it wound up backfiring in his face.

“I think I’m losing my touch,” he said aloud. “Been doing this for so damn long… seen so much, gotten so set in my ways... heh, wouldn’t really surprise me. I’ve always felt like I need to be closely involved with Equestria’s affairs, but lately...”

The silence had no answer for him. It merely pressed in on his eardrums, letting his thoughts run rampant in whatever direction they liked.

Solaris rolled onto his back and stared up at the dark ceiling. “I can’t keep doing this, can I? I’ve been in the spotlight so long that I’m starting go blind. The country needed me to be Mister Perfect while Arty was gone, but... things have changed, haven’t they? Why am I still trying to do everything when he’s back and reformed? Why am I still acting like I everything depends on me? Why am I not trusting him with more responsibility, and on that note, why I am ignoring the other two new princes? They’re perfectly capable of helping out, aren’t they?”

Randomly, the warmth in his loins resurged. He reached under the covers and adjusted himself a bit, the flush of arousal mixing with the comfortable heat of the blankets to make him feel a bit spacey.

“Arty deserves the chance to spread his wings,” Solaris said with a fond smile. “Dusk and Bolero would likely jump at the chance to help with foreign affairs. Even Bluebelle could do something… she always did like sailing and making maps, didn’t she? I should ask her if she’s ever thought about helping out with our naval affairs. She might enjoy that...”

The pleasant warmth continued to build, the flush of desire flowing through his limbs and giving him goosebumps. The fire burning in his body made him feel weak, weaker than he had ever felt before, yet in that heat there was a pulse, a steady drum of strength and sensations that made him groan and whimper while his half-lidded eyes fluttered like butterfly wings.

“I’m not alone anymore,” Solaris whispered into the dark. “I don’t have to carry Equestria on my shoulders... I can take a step back, let the others come into their own, and maybe then... we’ll all be…”

Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump.

He wasn't exactly sure when he became aware of it. Such is the way of a mind drifting in and out of sleep, but Solaris could hardly be blamed for a lack of cognizance amongst the storm of sensations seeping into him. His vision, which had been slowly fading, grasped the afterimage of his heated breath swirling before his muzzle… then brought about a flash of awareness that restored his lucidity.

Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump.

Solaris could feel it clearly now—a strange, constant pushing from inside of him. A wave of heat thundered from his chest and shivered down his arms, then rolled across his belly and bristled through his thighs and into his legs. The flame in his crotch was being fanned with every pass of that rolling flutter that pushed through, and the heat of it was never dimming, only radiating warmly against his thighs. The hammering was a constant refreshment against the pull of weakness he felt in his body, and before he could finish his last line of thought...

Tha-thump. tha-thump, tha-thump.

...he realized the beating was getting stronger.

Tha-thump.

Its rhythm was gaining speed.

Tha-thump, tha-thump!

The blazing heat in his crotch was burning hotter and hotter, and his horniness was overriding all other notions in his beleaguered mind.

Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-THUMP!

A new spike of intense heat pulsed through Solaris’ body, sending a wave of arousal through his crotch the likes of which he’d never felt. He yelped in surprise as something throbbed across his groin, a combination of heat and heft that savagely spread within his trousers. The explosion caused a chain reaction through his privates and out into the rest of him, and he reflexively began bucking his hips in time with it, twitching violently as his pulsing flesh began to change. Every thrust got harder and stronger as his legs felt heavier, and the pulses rolled up his stomach into his tingling chest and everywhere else.

Solaris gasped. The waves kept surging from his groin again and again, each thrumming vibration feeling like heat and pressure being forced into his torso. He kept raising his hips high into the air, the reason being to alleviate the rabid tightness strangling tighter and tighter around his swollen package, and every time he did, he noticed that it got heavier and heavier with every spasm.

Tha-THUMP!

krik....

Tha-THUMP!

KRIK...

Tha-THUMP!

POP!

Solaris’ eyes snapped open just as the boiling activity in his pants reached a fever pitch. Its heated presence threatened to smother him under a layer of burning desire, and his flesh shivered and convulsed with every hardy throb that hammered out of his crotch. His breath became shaky and rapid, his eyes rolling into the back of his head from the shuddering ripples of cockflesh that kept getting stronger. There was a particularly strong twitch, and his head jerked back and painlessly slammed straight through his ornate headboard with a thundering CRUNCH. Little ripples of contortion kept shivering across his skin, racing through his limbs, groin, and abdomen with a maddening itching sensation. He felt a strange disorienting... largeness throughout his body now, and it was accompanied by an unusual tightness that only now was gradually beginning to subside.

Finally, Solaris regained his senses. The pulses which had shook his flesh with bizarre feelings of heft and mass had now been replaced with a warm afterglow, and it was such an unexpected feeling that it left him speechless. The feelings of weakness and fatigue had faded, leaving him with an impression of power that he hadn’t felt in centuries, and it was an impression that he decided he liked. Confused, he opened his eyes and lifted his head, wondering what in the world had just happened...

 ...and that’s when he registered the change.

“Wha…” His mouth hung agape at what he could dimly make out and feel. His chest heaved within his simple shirt, now skin-tight against his engorged physique and had torn slightly down the middle. His neckline had also been forced open by the pair of melon-sized pecs that could’ve belonged to a champion bodybuilder, and his arms were so built that he felt like he could stop a runaway cart filled with boulders. With one hand, Solaris explored the six chiseled slabs of muscle that had burst from his stomach, and with the other he traced the outline of his neck, now thicker than a support beam. His tank of a chest thrummed powerfully with every pull of air he took in, and even his voice had taken on a deeper tone than before.

Solaris continued to explore himself, his palms tracing down the small of his back and past his firm sandbag of an ass. He could tell that his core had not only surged in strength, it had also improved in width and mass, and from what he could feel, he could probably smash through a wall with little effort. His legs had stretched over the foot of his bed and now dangled in midair, and the impressive definition of his thighs and buttocks were now pressing down on his mattress like a pair of massive iron weights.

And then he felt it. Perhaps angry for being noticed last, his stallionhood gave a sharp twinge of sensation, throbbing mightily under the sheets like an obelisk of virility. Solaris reeled from the implications of what was now attached to him—the thickness of it, the warmth brushing against his thighs, the constant twitching that signalled its eagerness. His barrel-sized cock moved slowly in time with his steady heartbeat, standing only at half-mast yet already larger than anything he’d ever seen before, and his massive, watermelon-sized balls bulged beneath as they churned with seed.

Solaris’ body buzzed with the new sensations. All of his apprehensions, fears, and deep-seated desires were fluttering about in his hardened stomach, feeling like it could all surge into his loins at any moment. The arousal was really hitting him now, covering everything in a lusty haze, and his mind was slowly losing to his primal desires, the addictive warmth gradually probing its way into his crotch to ignite the burning magic all over again. With shaky palms, he reached for the sheets and grasped them firmly, watching the massive orb of bound stallionhood practically beg with need, desperate for the lewd thoughts in his mind to become a reality.

He braced himself and threw back the covers, and it was there he beheld both a beautiful and terrible sight.

“Ah...” Another wave of warmth radiated from Solaris’ groin, almost as if it were pleased to be another layer closer to freedom. He groaned longingly as the beige prison that was his pants creaked and strained, desperate to contain the hidden, drooling monster that lurked just beneath. Precum leaked steadily through his pants to soak his lower body, and the pent up strength of his dick was building, the sound of seams being stretched getting louder. Every instinct told Solaris that it was going to be freed soon… one way or another, and he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to do anything about it or not.

“Nnnngh…” With grim fascination, he watched the hole in the teeth of his zipper as it stretched in a strange way. His white boxers were trying to push through the tiny opening, pulsing harder and harder against their constraints, desperate to widen the breach and allow his meat rise to full mast. Without thinking he coddled his imprisoned cock, the breadth of it too large for even his ham-sized fists, but that only made him all the more excited. Solaris gave his stallionhood a gentle squeeze, and he moaned as it pushed back against him, shifting and pushing at the tautly pulled fabric that kept his palms away from the hot, sweaty cockflesh. He was overtaken by desire now, his body and mind tingling and buzzing, and his course of action seemed blissfully clear.

“So… big…” Solaris reached for his bulging fly and began to tug. The zipper was tightly bound shut, but his passion and lust would not be denied. His heart was hammering in his ears as he let out a needy groan, flexing his mammoth arms to free his trapped dick.

Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump.

The mysterious throbbing started again, pulsing through his thickened flesh and making his engorged physique feel tight once more.

Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump!

Solaris could feel his flesh buzzing even stronger, the irresistible call of his cock to feel his hands against his flare dominating his mind.

Tha-THUMP! Tha-THUMP! Tha-THUMP!

A powerful surge shuddered through his pecs, making his flesh ripple like waves on a pond. It travelled further and further across his chest towards his navel.

Tha-THUMP!

Then past his navel...

Tha-THUMP!

Down his treasure trail...

Tha-THUMP!

Until...

THA-THUMP!

“AHHHHH!” Solaris’ voice cracked from the raw pleasure. The tingling pulse had slammed into his throbbing cock all at once, sending it into overdrive in every conceivable respect. There was a loud POP signalling that his zipper had lost the battle, and in the span of a few seconds the barrel-sized egg broke free and grew nearly half its own size. Only his sex-soaked boxers were left hanging on, still trying to hold in the godly package, but dozens of tiny cracks were already opening up across the seams and stitches.

Solaris whimpered and grunted, overcome by a burning desire to be free. He needed another spurt of growth like that, just one more, and then he could be free to reach his true potential. Please, just one more—

Tha-Thump!

The strength of the pulse felt like a cannon going off in his chest. The shockwave of it pulsed through his body, its discharge rolling down his pecs and squirming through his stomach straight into his boxers. The force of his reflexive thrust almost lifted him off the bed, and—

Tha-THUMP!

A thunderbolt of force boomed inside his chest. This time he swore he could see it, like a rumbling ball of force that swelled inside his flesh and came crashing straight into his crotch. Solaris’ hands grasped at the bedframe on reflex, and his body lost control as he jammed his hips skyward, like he was trying to fuck the air itself.

Except this time he didn’t fall.

Solaris hung there half-lucid in the air, feeling the heat, the power, the thundering need of his loins building steadily. The air seethed with the lust and power broiling off his barely-contained cockflesh, the tightness of his soaked undergarments like a hungry snatch that thirstily taking in all his pre. And then another sensation assailed him as well, the slow building of pressure in his body as his chest prepared to inflate again. He shivered in anticipation, relishing the booming and rumbling of his core preparing to fire another shot of power straight into his flesh. He couldn’t wait for the sensation of it tingling across his body, making his bulging muscles flex and shift under his skin, almost as if he were dangling from the lips of a goddess that were wrapped around his pulsing shaft.

“Sweet heavens, YES!” Solaris cried out begging for this power flowing through him to give him just a little more, to just give him a tiny taste of that massive wad of primal power pulsating in his chest.

Tha-THUMP! Tha-THUMP!

The power responded to his call in spades.

Tha-THUMP! Tha-THUMP! THA-THUMP!

Solaris’ pecs inflated again, shredding the front of his shirt as if it were paper. Ab after ab pulsed into existence across his strengthening girth, adding pounds of burgeoning muscle to his growing frame. His thighs bristled with sinew and might, quickly lengthening past his bed and pushing out into the room. The rest of his pants burst apart and flew in all directions, and his bed creaked and groaned beneath his increasing weight. His undergarments snapped apart as his cock broke loose and unfurled to its full glory, and it celebrated by bloating to a width greater around than his entire torso. His nutsack swelled and swelled until it sagged to the floor, each one of his testes the size of medicine balls and still growing strong, surging with enough heat to make the air ripple and wave.

Tha-THUMP!

 And yet still, it seemed, he was not done.

Tha-THUMP!

His body started to feel tight again, another surge building inside of him.

Tha-THUMP!

His muscles and bones quivered in anticipation, just waiting for the right time to begin.

Tha-THUMP!

Solaris reached out with both hands to touch his mammoth cock—

Tha-THUMP!

“GRAAAAAAAAAGH!” Solaris entire body convulsed as he let out a long, bestial shout. The muscles in his chest, arms, and legs inflated to absurd proportions as he exploded in size, shattering his bed with a loud CRUNCH and filling up the room. His stallionhood kept right on growing as well, rising up to the ceiling in seconds only to then bursting right through in a shower of stone and splintering wood. The cool night air caressed his cart-sized tip, trying to cool the flame of his loins but only making it burn hotter. Gallons of precum oozed from his turgid tip in fat beads, running down his shaft and coating his dick in a shiny, slick layer. Solaris could feel his beefy arms and legs pressing up against the walls of the room, as he kept right on growing, bending and breaking under the increasing strain, and yet still...

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump.

His need still desired a stronger answer.

Tha-thump! Tha-thump! Tha-thump!

A familiar tingling in his testes signalled the inevitable, and his balls bloated even further as they rumbled and churned on the cracking floor.

Tha-THUMP! Tha-THUMP! Tha-THUMP!

A grand buzzing sensation filled his tower-sized horsecock as pre kept flowing like a river from his tip.

Tha-THUMP!

He began thrusting into the sky, panting and growling savagely, increasingly desperate for release.

Tha-THUMP!

He could feel it building in his core. The hilt of his godly stallionhood swelled even bigger, preparing to unleash the coming flood.

Tha-THUMP!

He gasped as his balls contracted in a powerful twitch, and the first surge of thick heat worked its way up his cock.

Tha-THUMP!

That gasp turned into a wordless moan as his testes twitched again causing a second wave of heat to fly up on the heels of the first. His colossal body shuddered and throbbed with the quickening rhythm of the pulses shivering up his mast, travelling toward his swollen flare until...

Tha-THUM—

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Solaris erupted like a geyser in a godly display of virility, the muscles of his stallionhood convulsing again and again and again. A grand pillar of ivory seed shot up into the sky as his nuts eagerly released their load, trying to drain themselves of their ever-increasing supply of cum through his pillar of musky flesh. Alicorn semen began falling down on all of Canterlot like a torrential downpour, the force of each release enough to cause Solaris to remain in a nearly endless state of climax.

His growing form rose into the air as he burst through the walls of his tower, sending debris everywhere and alerting the city to his ascension. His divine physique kept gaining more mass and bulk, his cock still expanding even as he came, his nuts reaching the size of houses and yet still continuing to fill. His entire form was alive with power that just kept rising, causing his eyes to glow white and his cutie mark to shine with prismatic light. He doubled in size again and again and again, and in minutes his body rivalled Canterlot Castle while his cock rose up higher than the mountain summit.

The citizens of Canterlot fell to their knees in reverence to their ascending prince, revelling in his cum while joyously singing his praises. Solaris heard their tributes and felt a rush of pride, revelling in the adorations of his little ponies while the power within him continued to push him to new heights. He somehow knew that this was who he was always meant to be, but yet even still, there was something more he needed, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on—

There was a deafening CRACK. An unknown force grabbed hold of Solaris by the scruff of his neck and yanked him off to parts unknown, his godly form vanishing in a flash of light.