Hunting Season

Failure. Failure, and it was all her fault. Twilight Sparkle floated, somehow suspended free of all concerns, yet weighted down and pressed inwards from all sides. Alicorn strength and alicorn magic were nothing. She had been trusted to initiate their promised husband, to take his virginity, give him love, and teach him lust. And she'd fucked up!

Twilight didn't know why she felt so comfortable, so warm and secure in her upper body-- Except for the left part of my left boob, why is that less warm, less constrained?-- but she knew she didn't deserve it. She'd gone straight into what she wanted, what she needed, what she still wanted so fucking badly… and then couldn't help her friend and lover help her when the time was right. His confidence! His dominance! Her dreams! Her pussy!

Twilight began to squirm and try to move her arms. Her right arm wouldn't move at all; her left seemed to be latched down by... fuzzy? handcuffs out in the cooler air. Not cooler by much; still warm, still air, but space to move if she could only move.

It didn't help that she wasn't getting a lot of air. She didn't need a lot, but her alicorn body wasn't stupid. If she wasn't getting oxygen, she'd need to be creating it out of magic. She had a lot, but not infinite. I can't breathe! Twilight opened her mouth, and tried to bring in a deep breath. Something came in. Something smooth… furred, or lightly haired, squishy substance to it, a pillow over my mouth? Calm, Twilight-- call it Material X. Whatever's on my arm, that's Material Y.

Twilight heard a distant noise. No, muffled; she couldn't make it out. There's some amusement in it, she thought. How is this happening? She powered energy into her horn, tried to blast out and was instantly slapped down, as though some suppressor ring had been invented to work on alicorns! Have I been banished to an ironic hell of inability to do anything in Tartarus? Have I been sold to the griffons? Have I been sold to griffons in Tartarus? No, wait, they have a separate section.

Hang on, I have legs! Legs that can shatter enchanted steel, thought Twilight. I'm panicking AGAIN, and between the darkness and the fact that all I can do is smell a strange, overpowering scent, and little enough of that, but can't see anything, could barely hear anything, and whatever is being shoved over me I can't make out! Twilight began to kick her legs, trying to swing her huge thighs about, launch herself up against against her captivity and…

And if any captors can see me, Twilight thought with frustration, they must be laughing. The instant Twilight tried to move her legs, the Material Y cuff on her wrist was yanked towards her knees, pulling her bodily into the Material X squishiness in front of her face. More of the Material Y, like a heavy bolster or padded bar, is locked down across my legs, holding my thighs rigidly down against… Hmm. More of Material Y, actually? All she could do was kick and flail at the knees, back and forth, back and forth, until she gave up.

Gave up with that, anyway. Whatever problem she faced, she'd win it. Win back my teacher's respect, and help my friend! Twilight tried to growl, and got a face full of Material X squoosh again. There was another amused noise, followed by what might have been an "oops!" Something slick and sweet-smelling, just a bit bitter dripped down on top of Twilight's nose. The smell was so overpowering contrasted against the rest of her sensory impairment.

Now, while she hadn't had any allergies since becoming an alicorn, Twilight wasn't exactly into nasal play. Those dolphins had deserved the kicking… well, that was neither nor now, and Twilight's whole body was shaking as she tried to move! Tried to get any air, no matter how hot and oppressive. Little snorts… no! The whatever! It's coming down my nose!

Twilight closed her eyes and concentrated. She tried to shift her tongue out-- yes, there was that amused noise again, someone can see me, this is terrible!-- tried to shift her tongue out to just… on the upper lip, get it away, whatever it was, poisons were no match for the power of friendship… "argh!" Twilight tried to groan, but couldn't. All she could do before convulsing in a huge sneeze was think, Is that chocolate? before her tongue accidentally shoved the rest of whatever it was down her nose.

Twilight slammed around in her imprisonment as she sneezed. For a brief, glorious moment, she had air, and light, and oo, pretty colors and "OW!" was her last word before the Material X mass clubbed her in the face again. Twilight grunted with a small mixture of pain and pleasure as her horn was slapped around, though the Material X didn't damage it, thankfully..

Then she heard the amusement again. Was it amusement? She wasn't sure. There was a high-pitched noise… the musk grew stronger around her. Whatever she was imprisoned on began to shift and buck beneath her; the stone wall she was pressed against on her right… was doing the same? Twilight was immensely confused, and dizzy, and then it happened.

The cuff at her wrist tightened. No, the fingers at her wrist tightened. The sounds-- crying coos shifting to growling half-roar, half-screams of pleasure. The flexing abdominals, not a wall she was plastered against… and the musk of her mentor, mistress, and friend, Princess Celestia, climaxing from having Twilight Sparkle squirm around bodily half-trapped in the Celestial Cleavage.

And eating leftover birthday cake.

Eventually Twilight stopped squirming, and meditated. She didn't try to use her magic to escape, just a light trickle, more earth magic than unicorn, to keep her blood oxygenated. She didn't-- couldn't-- shout "Your boobs, Princess!" but she thought it. Thought it so hard.

Eventually, she felt the huge hand on her left wrist release it, but before she could try to push herself away, she felt her ass being grabbed, and shoved up, her body and wings rising in the warmth of Celestia's cleavage like a toy. She was barely two feet and change shorter than the Sun Goddess, but it didn't matter. She was still Celestia's toy when her mentor got like this.

"Aww, faithful student!" came the chirpy voice, a little raspy from a nice, long climax. "Won't you squirm for me longer?" said Celestia, muzzle inches away from Twilight's face.

Twilight was actually a bit too stunned to speak. Not fearing any further punishment. Just… that face. Lusty. Passionate. Nostrils flaring. Her mouth, at rest, with her lower lip beneath her teeth. Celestia's eyes were almost bugging out, her pupils dilated. Twilight had never seen her like this that she could remember, and she didn't think she'd seen Celestia so hungry, so horny, so utterly focused-- I don't think she was like this even when Enraged Mistress Sun had forced me to challenge me in the ring, and then ravished me-- at my request for the forcing, actually, but.

Her neck craning at an almost unnatural angle, stretching it somehow, Celestia leaned in to her student's face, opened her mouth wide, and as Twilight squeaked in protest, fearing… something, what, she wasn't sure, Celestia's thick tongue scraped over Twilight's upper lip, nose, and the rest of her muzzle where the chocolate had escaped.

"Mah!" said Celestia happily, wriggling the Grand Sun Booty back in the chair of her private kitchen. She'd been pretty sloppy, too, slathering saliva all over her dear faithful student's face. "Delicious as always," she nickered with satisfied groan, then raised an eyebrow, looking at Twilight before saying, her voice lowering again, "Pinkie's cakes, too."

Twilight blushed brightly. "P-princess…" Oh, realized Twilight, I'm naked completely now. The breasts still trapping most of her torso began to shake and shimmy as the realization gave her mentor yet another tremble of delight; Celestia had no intention of restraining herself right now. Not with her beloved faithful student.

Instead, she hungrily licked her tongue from one corner of Twilight's lip, flicking the tip of her tongue along the way, right up to Twilight's ear, where Celestia cooed, "What does the leader of my Elements and soon to be junior of my Astrals call me?"

Twilight sniffled a bit, and did the best to hug Celestia's breasts from within them. "I… I can still call you Celestia?"

"My faithful student and sister-princess," Celestia said, her tone once again serene and kind. "I have you pinned between my tits and just used you to have quite the lovely series of orgasms-- you squirm in your sleep-- while eating the rest of the cake that Pinkie set aside for you. I have not thrown you in a dungeon in a place I haven't banished you to, because you haven't asked me nicely at the right time."

Twilight blushed further and buried her face against the top of the trapping tit. Big as she was, buff as she was, she was frustrated, fearful, and wanted her fucking subspace climax. "I fucked up, Celestia. I…"

Celestia gathered her arms across her cleavage, and cuddled Twilight close. "Luna tells me that Hopper is not Nightmare Bun-Bun," she whispered in Twilight's ear, and let out a happy moan when Twilight started to giggle. "That leaves you one up on me at least, mm? " As Twilight tried to stammer a protest, Celestia gently kissed her. So sweet, so dedicated, she thought with half-sad fondness, and though she let none of it show, kept always this in mind: so capable of obsessing until she becomes Midnight Sparkle.

I will not lose my wife to be, Celestia vowed quietly. Lulu has our future husband; my faithful student's heart I will mend, she told herself, and then licked her lips, kissing Twilight again as the hand beneath Twilight's ass stroked her naked, quivering sex. "No constraints on this right now," she told Twilight firmly. "I want my cuddly little marefriend Twilight, not my sexy little slut Sparkle. For now."

Twilight gasped, from the words as much as the touch. Obediently, she ground her fat rump back into her marefriend's hand. Slowly, she calmed down, and kissed Celestia on the lips. Celestia, half regretfully, let Twilight squirm out from between her breasts, and settle down on her lap. "My cake is yours anyway," Twilight said, giving Celestia her best I'm-a-good-student face, which strangely seemed completely in place on the body of a winged warrior goddess.

Celestia laughed, and kept her hand beneath Twilight, loving the plush on her forearm as she gently fingered her sister-of-soul. "Oh, the face," she said, bemused.

Twilight tried to pretend her pre-apotheotic innocence. She fluttered her eyelashes, kicked her heels slowly on Celestia's lap, and tilted her head "bashfully" to the side. The effect was spoiled by the slow heaving of her enormous pecs and tits, and perhaps more so by the fact that her tail was completely flagged, and not moving without a direct order. No ma'am. "What faaace? I don't AAauaudauhg!"

Celestia, in her infinite wisdom, did not find this worth dignifying with a verbal response, so she simply licked a perky lavender muzzle until the silly stopped. Once her burly "little" marefriend had resumed humping Celestia's finger properly, Celestia stopped, and kissed her tenderly. "Feeling better, my faithful love?" she asked quietly.

"I still fucked up. Ack, no more licks, really, I'm not Smarty Pantsing! This Twi is at 0 Twi! Promise!" said Twilight, as she giggled around in the utterly safe and completely unbreakable hug of her lover. As Celestia raised an eyebrow, Twilight said, "I let my horniness get the better of me," which, while true, was probably not helping her case, given she was swirling her hips around over a second finger from her lover, a long "Ahhhhh!" escaping her lips. Twilight kissed Celestia gratefully again. She's so tasty, thought Celestia. And mine. Delicious. Better than the best cake.

Celestia gave Twilight the Serene Face, but Twilight didn't even think of calling it unfair. She continued to buck her hips and drench the gentle hand beneath her as she explained. "D… Dear Celestia, I… unf, learned an important oh please oh please lesson about…" Twilight collapsed, panting, as she creamed for the gentle, but insistent fingers. Celestia knew her sweet student's body well, and it was, as ever, a perfect orgasm… but she saw the little stress marks in her dear one's face that told her Twilight still felt somewhat hollow. She pushed up a bit, and, grateful that her height meant at least she wasn't crawling across Mt. Boobierest, kissed Celestia's cheek.

"Needed that," Twilight whispered, beaming. "Thank you. Er. As I was saying." Twilight didn't blush; what shame could she have, here and now? She continued, "Today I learned that no matter how much you want something, no matter how much someone else wants that something, if that something involves potentially mental-state altering endorphin release, proper safety precautions are required. Love, your marefriend, Twily." She leaned up, and kissed Celestia on the lips.

Celestia held the kiss, and Twilight trembled into it. Celestia's tongue pressed in, and Twilight's submissively danced, tasting something incredible in the passionate exchange. Eventually, the kiss was broken, and Twilight just mumbled something along the lines of "Whee, more endorphins!" but it may have been more like "Weredolphins!" Celestia smiled, and gave no clues as to whether or not Twilight had managed coherency, or merely cuteness..

The mighty senior princess snuggled Twilight for a bit, and stroked her hair. She was completely naked herself, having discarded the robe after stealing, er, eminent domaining the cake. "Fast learner," Celestia said with a smile, and kissed her again. "But it's not me to whom you need to write tonight, I think." Twilight blinked, and Celestia nodded. "Yes, my pretty student, I think you'd best write a little note to Hopper. Or, knowing you, a long research paper." She patted her hand gently on Twilight's nose, making a soft "Boop!" noise.

Twilight giggled. "Oh-- more detail? I love expounding. And being expounded."

Celestia laughed and nodded. "More detail, and perhaps share with him your strategy, and what my faithful student's pretty purple pussy wants, mm?" she said, nosing Twilight lightly. Twilight sighed, mostly happy, but Celestia was fairly sure she knew what the other side of the mostly came from. "Maybe I shouldn't let you write just yet," she said softly. "Maybe there's something you need, first."

Twilight groaned. Celestia's two fingers hadn't left her sopping sex, and she started to rock her potent thighs from side to side, humping Celestia's hand with lewd enthusiasm. "I was so close," she whined. "It was so good, I know, I should have…"

"Shh. If he wants to top me," Celestia said with a hungry growl that made Twilight soak her hand again, "He's going to need to learn to be flexible. He does still need to be taught, true," Celestia told Twilight, flicking her fingers just lightly. She hit… not the g-spot, per se, but Twilight let out long, squealing cries. Her beloved teacher's fingers knew her well, and all of Twilight obeyed Celestia's whim.

Celestia's whim was pleasure, and Twilight's cunt obeyed. Twilight panted out Celestia's name, groaning, thrashing, just panting out her name. Celestia effortless maneuvered Twilight's solid muscle-mass form around, deeper into the dip of her arm, still fingering her. "My poor frustrated Twilight," she said, still not permitting the Sparkle. "Drink," she suggested. "You've earned it."

Twilight responded instantly. Even though it shifted her slightly off Celestia's perfectly fondling fingers, she rolled up to the proffered nipple, stretching her mouth out to accommodate the girth. She suckled on it hungrily, eliciting gasps and a gentle swat at her belly. "Twilight, decorum!" Celestia commanded, and it was so; Twilight, trembling, slowly drank down Celestia's heady milk.

Most ponies would be surprised at the idea that, despite never having been pregnant in the history of her reign, Celestia's breasts produced milk at a moment's notice. Of course, until recently, the fact that she had sexuality at all had been lost in the coded language and quiet desperation of poems from centuries past Her thaumaturgists, once past the surprise, if they found themselves able, might remark that it shouldn't be surprising. Celestia was the Alicorn of the Sun and Perfection, whose powers and portfolio had been growing steadily as she had been forced to shoulder the load of the moon, and of the world.

Why not fertility, then, as well? The Sun, the mistress of the seasons in any event, was the life-giver, the bringer of warmth and light. The scientists, again, if able to think straight, would have to agree with their colleagues; the Sun brought energy into the system of the world. And Twilight would have … well, blushed, if it was brought up in public, for this, this to her was so personal, so private, shared directly only with Luna, for now.

Celestia's milk was like the finest, strongest mead. A rush to the belly, spreading out to the groin and mind. Pleasure wrapped in it; Twilight couldn't call it precisely sexual, but certainly not unsexual. Certainly, as Celestia slipped Twilight around to continue frigging her gently, Twilight felt all the more loved, and all the more fucked.

It was powerful, too. Twilight felt the rush of magic into her; she hadn't known, the first time Celestia had sent a few bottles under refrigeration enchantment with her. She'd been warned to only use them at need, for they infused strength and reserves of power directly into the body, with the effects masked behind words that Twilight thought familiar: Euphoria. Phantom warmth. Loss of judgment. Loss of restraint. She'd needed the draught from time to time, and afterwards, had fucked all five Elements into unconsciousness.

Adding that to the fact that she was pleasuring Celestia, knew she was, knew her mentor's pleased gasps and groans were permitted, granted to her and blessed. For all that, Twilight forced herself off the nipple, shuddering and regretful, as her belly filled and her muzzy will warned her she was reaching a point of no return.

"I love you so much, Twilight. Only you and Lulu… Only you two…" Celestia almost cried, hugging Twilight tightly enough to shock the air out of the smaller muscle goddess. Twilight knew that some of Celestia's other champions and students had gotten addicted to the milk in the past, never even knowing the source. Celestia and Luna had both quietly told her that there had been other lovers whose lips were granted milk from the Solar Jug. They had not, apparently, had the will to stop, being utterly at Celestia's whim. Twilight was resolved to never lose Celestia's trust in that control.

"Celestia?" Twilight whispered softly. "I need… I need one thing more. It's greedy of me. And I don't know whether or not I can be trusted with it. I don't know if I'd even be able to safeword."

Celestia settled back into the serenity, smiling at her student. "I think I know, Twilight. But it's nice to be asked," she said, cuddling Twilight close.

Twilight laughed happily, and then wriggled her juicy ass in slow, rippling motions. If Celestia knew her every inch and ounce, Twilight was a fast learner too, and knew what Celestia liked. "I want the orgasm. Orgasms, I mean, I want the orgasms I stole from myself." She stroked her hands over the rippling beauty of her naked lover's upper arm. "I want to be Sparkle." She whimpered and looked pleadingly up at the taller giantess. "Please, may I be fucked by Mistress Sun?"

Celestia didn't answer at once. Twilight waited, just squirming and wriggling to show off her long, broad body. She pulled her strong arms over her head, twisting at the elbows, lightly flicking at the wrists. She didn't flex, she didn't bulge; her muscles were there, inferior to her lover, for her lover's use. She ground her ass against Celestia's forearm, rolling first one well-padded cheek, then the other, back against Celestia, letting off a soft coo as Celestia politely continued to finger Twilight's pussy. She hooked her legs across Celestia's lap, using the anchor to dance in her teacher's arms.

Celestia looked consideringly over Twilight, and whispered, "Twilight, you tempt me. You disappointed Mistress Sun, though. She-- I… I'm so horny, Twilight. All the time, and especially now. And as I love you and Lulu both, Lulu refuses to top me at all," she said with a whimper of her own. "I'm lonely for that love, too. I can barely keep you and Lulu sane when I make love to either of you as a partner. I need Shadow Hopper to grow into the husband and dom we planned. I need the scion of the House of the One and the Three." Twilight suppressed her tears, and just kept dancing for Celestia, knowing that she would choose right.

"You say you can't trust yourself. I know. You want this. You've already dipped far, and didn't get what you need," Celestia said. "But I don't want to wait. Nearly as much as I don't want to wait for our tribe to grow, for our strength to guard my, our little ponies better." Celestia kissed Twilight on the lips, softly, swiftly. "You don't think you can safeword. I don't know if I'd let you, Twilight. I love you. But when I'm being Mistress Sun, when I'm like this, I need perfection. And as you said, my dear… you fucked up."

Twilight let out a gasping moan as the hidden force of the words set her clit throbbing and slid off Celestia's frigging finger. Her mentor watched, curious, as Twilight smacked the table with her left hip, force channeling along from her huge ass. Twilight's horn flared as the table shattered on a wall, and Twilight took up the space; her magic caught the table and reconstituted it off to the side. She continued the dance she'd begun, her honey streaming down from her horny cunt and coating her thighs.

Wriggling, tightly packed and tightly controlled muscles shimmied on display for Celestia. Free of the need to share space on Celestia's lap, Twilight's wings spread out, waving in slow, peacock-like fans. Celestia leaned back in her chair, suddenly regal as when she sat in full court, fully clothed. "You seem to be making an argument," she noted, voice cool, but Twilight saw the light of interest flash in her mistress' eyes.

"I trust you. If I am imperfect, if I have displeased Mistress Sun," Twilight breathed as she turned around, and around, still wiggling and shimmying, "I must be reforged in the Sun's heat," she said, licking her lips. She bent forward at the waist, still rotating her thick hips and ass up and down. "So I may be ready for Master…?"

Mistress Sun quirked an eyebrow. "You presume, Sparkle." Sparkle bit her lip, but continued to dance. Sparkle hadn't been ordered to stop drenching her mistress' floor, but she hadn't been ordered to cum yet, either. Sparkle held the balance as best she could, still bent forward and slowly rolling her hands and wrists forward for her mistress.

"Yes, you presume. When the apprentice has earned Mistress Moon's throat for his collar, when he has presented your gifts to me... Then, he will choose a name for himself and his play," Mistress Sun told her student, breaking character just a bit with a wink. She laughed a bit and Celestia tossed her head, ruffling her glowing mane. "If he's willing to play with names like that," she said, "You aren't to pressure him!"

Sparkle whimpered at her lover, twisting and turning her hips around with fluid flexibility. She turned her whole body with the motion, her arms still moving, pleading, begging gestures "pulling" at Celestia. As she turned so her right side was to the solar alicorn, she leaned towards Celestia as far as her strong middle would permit, eventually, as her rump was oriented towards her alabaster goddess, Sparkle folded over completely, her hips rolling and jiggling, her breasts bouncing and bobbing with lustful waves, her mighty body utterly dedicated to the adoration of and calling to her mistress.

Mistress Sun watched, and Mistress Sun judged. "For now, let us call the him what he is and from who might become, Lord Shadow," she said sternly. "And you must be ready, my tool to forge him into Lord Shadow and beyond so that he may slake my heat." Mistress Sun slowly stroked two fingers over her sex, luxuriating in the submissive giantess at her disposal. "Come to my lap, and give me none of that songbird's lip. Straight across, girl, and ass up." Mistress Sun made a lustful smile, and it took all of Sparkle's will not to cream right then and there.

But she didn't. Sparkle's mistress hadn't commanded her to yet. She pulled herself up, still dancing, still pleading with her hands. She turned, the perfect grace for her perfect mistress. Sparkle brought her arms down in front, squeezing their mass into the soft flesh of her knockers. Her arms were at full extension, wrists and hands pointed so that her fingers were splayed out and down to the floor, her palms to her mistress. Seeing that Mistress Sun was not displeased, Sparkle moved forward, dancing and shimmying. Her eyes, Sparkle kept on the mistress' snatch; it had been displayed, and must be adored. Sparkle knew that Mistress Sun's eyes were on her, judging each daring jolt and jiggle of her pet's hips.

Sparkle grew wet, still off kilter from her time with… yes, Lord Shadow. She might not be permitted to pressure, but Twilight could do her Sparkle-self a favor and ask! She had been such a naughty, greedy mare. So greedy, and she had brought imperfection before her mistress! She was so lucky her mistress had tit-punished her and not been more wrathful.

Mistress Sun waited for her dancing delight, rubbing her fingers back and forth over her sex, moaning softly at the gorgeous display. Her eight foot slut, her massively muscled wimp, her beautiful mind-leashed genius, all dancing like a pretty little spa mare… all for her. Tame for Mistress Sun, yes, but… I cultivate the fire in you, filly, Mistress Sun thought as she watched Sparkle writhe, noting with appreciation that Sparkle was developing micromusculature control. Do you not know that his initiation is your elevation?

Sparkle knew none of this. Just the clit-throbbing pleasure of being under her mistress' will again. As she had long before there had been any play, back when Celestia had refused Twilight's shy, clumsy advances entirely and merely shepherded her to greatness in lonely hopes, Sparkle climbed across her mistress' lap, tucking her wings to her back, her knees to her chest, curling her horn and head down submissively, almost like Twilight had as a tired, trembling little filly.

Of course, the wings hadn't been there, and Celestia had been using Aura Of Mom so much that Twilight's tail certainly wouldn't have been flagging like Sparkle's… and of course, filly Twilight's knees wouldn't have been sinking into Sparkle's huge, pillowy boobs, nor had she been big enough to brush from lap to even Celestia's vast breast's, nor from giant thigh to giant thigh. So honestly not that much at all like a filly, to the grumbling thanks of Celestia's conscience, ruling over all her actions at a remove.

For Mistress Sun did have a reward for her Sparkle-slut. "Did you like my fingers in you, my greedy bitch?" she asked, hungrily running her tongue against her teeth.

Sparkle endeavoured not to squeal happily. She was being insulted, threatened! She should be in awe, struck by the terror. The terrible, terrible, terror of her amazingly sexy mistress-marefriend. Sparkle wriggled her bratty rump, glad that she'd been permitted to keep flagging. "Your fingers own me and my sweetest songs, mistress," moaned Sparkle.

"Mmm. Good answer." Mistress Sun chuckled, and she drifted two fingers back down to Sparkle's dripping snatch. "Still loose, good," she commented and licked Sparkle's arousal off her fingertips. "Mm, a hint of him still in you." Her voice had a wicked growl to it. "Tell me, dear slut, how much did he stretch you? As much as me?" asked Mistress Sun as her hand returned to Sparkle's slit. Her other forearm she laid down in front of the wriggling mare in her lap, and Sparkle turned her head, lying down happily against the bulging muscles in front of her, so tough even at rest!

"Nngh… almost, mistress!" yelped Sparkle as three fingers thrust into her greedy pussy, which clenched and winked as lustfully as it had to pull at the Lord Shadow's dick before. "I'm so sorry, mistress! Lord Shadow is bigger than I expected…. m… mmm.. mmMmff!" Sparkle couldn't manage much speech as Mistress Sun thrust all four fingers of her hand into Sparkle's pussy, her thumb abusing the "enslaved" alicorn's clit.

"More control, twat," ordered Mistress Sun, her voice calm as she removed her hand from Sparkle's pussy, almost kind despite the harsh words, and Sparkle felt the sting on her rump's cushiony exterior moments before the sternness of the spanking impacted on the muscles beneath.

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress may I have another?" yelped Sparkle, and forced herself to stop even lubricating.

Another swat, and after Sparkle's yelped thanks, Mistress Sun told her, still disapproving, "Did I say I wanted a dry glove?"

Oh. Oh my, thought Sparkle. Sparkle was right, she was, she was. Her mind gleeful and focused both, she concentrated on obedience. Sparkle knew she could do this; she had trained herself, even, after being informed of what Mistress Sun and Mistress Moon would expect of her. It was harder than even climaxing on command, to maintain herself just on the edge, to keep herself still able to talk and not just drool, but she had thrown herself into developing the skill. The research had been fun, if extensive. Eventually, to keep her privacy, Twilight had been forced to classify some of her library records as Domestic Strategy Research. It had helped with the funding, though.

Sparkle whimpered, but spoke clearly, "You did not, mistress," as she unlocked just enough of her self control for her pussy to drool, hungry, greedy snatch that Sparkle knew it was. Mistress Moon had liked that; hot and dry running slut, she'd called Sparkle. She wondered if Lord Shadow would, too. She moaned, whimpering, "Sparkle apologizes for presuming yet again."

Mistress Sun smiled. "Good slut. And I'm not angry, you silly little pussy," she said, with a tenderness Mistress Sun rarely showed Sparkle when she was in this sort of mood. That Mistress Sun's fist was perfectly careful as she folded her fingers together and slid her thumb into Sparkle as well, starting to pump her hand, then her wrist, back and forth-- well. That was just Perfection, unrelenting. Sparkle moaned, but didn't dare wriggle. She just listened, obediently.

"So silly, but we've trained you well, I think, my pretty muscle bitch," Mistress Sun said as her broad forearm began to force Sparkle's snatch to accommodate its breadth. Larger around than her fist by far, Sparkle whined curiously as Mistress Sun stroked with merciless amatory skill. Sparkle's pussy was one of Mistress Sun's personal treasures, and Sparkle knew Mistress Sun could get any noise, any sensation out of her-- and that she dared not speak. But mistress had called Sparkle a muscle bitch, not a muscle wimp, for the first time! Could mistress be pleased with Sparkle?

As Sparkle's pussy was filled with white-hided potency and mass of her owner's forearm, Mistress Sun explained, licking her lips. "If he's close to my fist in your tight, slutty snatch, my proud little lover, imagine how much fun I'll get, when he's full grown, watching him stretch you and the others out to the limits of bodies prepared for the multiple sizes of Alicorn breeding," came the growl, and Sparkle shivered from more than just pleasure and subspace. Mistress really was very, very horny; it occurred to Sparkle to ponder-- Mistress may not have known another of ponykind-- or even most of the two-footers or even many four-footers besides dragons-- who could satisfy her glorious sex unenhanced for a long, long time.

As Sparkle whined and squirmed, doing her best to try to match the movement of her body to every careful stroke of Mistress Sun's thumb against her g-spot, of the curve of muscular forearm grinding against her clit, of her whole pussy so full and being utterly dominated, she heard the voice in her ear. Mistress Sun enraged-- no. Mistress Sun aroused more than Sparkle had ever heard her, "Imagine, little alicorn who has known less than a mortal life, what I will feel, what I will finally, finally get to feel when his cock is bigger than my forearm. I have no idea how big he will get. I want it all, for me, for you, for our incipient us." She paused, breathing heavily, her enormous chest heaving to and fro. "You may start to sing for me," said the growling, horny voice as the powerful fisting continued, banging Sparkle as hard as-- no, harder than-- Lord Shadow had when Twilight had been fucking along with him.

Sparkle began to scream praises to Mistress Sun in every language of which she had learnt. Sub-indexed, alphabetically by language first, and then by the starting morpheme of each praise. Sparkle wants to cum so bad! Sparkle is being fucked so hard and mistress seems pleased, Sparkle wants to cum but Sparkle hasn't been given the order! Her ears rang, her body flexed, trying desperately to pleasure the invading limb as though it was a stallion's member.

Sparkle felt her ear licked softly, then gripped by stern teeth, and almost lost it. Was on the edge of losing it, when the snarl of the world's oldest and absolutely most sex-hungry alicorn cut through subspace's lovely, harsh haze. As the teeth were released, Sparkle heard the snarl and obeyed, still screaming praises in hopes of being permitted to cream. Mistress Sun bluntly said, "I want a dick that will stretch me, Sparkle. That will stretch me and put strong daughters and fine sons in my womb. You will get this for me, Sparkle, and you will never fuck up again. No more grovelling, slut! Tell me you will obey!"

"Sparkle will obey!" cried the lavender goddess of magic, starting to buck and kick, and squirm to no avail. Mistress Sun lowered the boom on Sparkle, the heavy thud of her massive, mistressing tits down onto the cramped alicorn in her lap; not so much smaller than Mistress Sun herself. Leaving her with virtually no room to move when Mistress Sun flexed her pecs and ground their mass down onto the trapped Sparkle, while her forearm in front of Sparkle tightened, bulging out and curving just so to hold her.

Mistress Sun heard the lovely, lovely promise from her squealing, submitting Sparkle. She held her, feeling the squirms, each lustful and utterly trapped wriggle pleasuring Mistress Sun almost as much as the tongue of a guardpony could please Celestia; none but an alicorn could hope to perform for her Mistress Sun side. None had, in so long, until her Moon had returned and her Sparkle-Star had risen. She forced Sparkle to go a bit longer, the feel of Sparkle's need for release warring with her need to obey, and then whispered "Cum!" in Sparkle's ear, the growl vibrating low and dangerous — just before she seized the younger alicorn's ear in her teeth again and pulled.

Either would have set Sparkle over at that point. And much like she couldn't remember much after being between her mistress' thighs, Sparkle wouldn't be able to remember-- without serious magic once she woke up out of subspace as Twilight-- precisely what the bliss of that climax contained. Sparkle was lost beyond any horizon of true, conscious thought; she was aware of pleasure, knew pleasure, knew release that had no coherent start or finish. She would know, as she did, that there had been pleasure, but that pleasure was literally indescribable.