Twilight came out of her orgasmic trance and the sleep that followed-- how much longer, she didn't know, but the light that crept through bedroom windows was warm, and something in her instincts, earth pony or otherwise, said it was coming from the west. And she was warm, and cushioned… and trapped. Again.

This time, Twilight's head wasn't caught in the huge, pillowy tits that surrounded her, just as much of her amazonian body as Celestia could tuck in. Twilight kissed up at the beautiful muzzle above her and was rewarded by the sight of the edges of Celestia's radiant smile. "I can't remember the last time I got to have sex with you two days in a row," Twilight mumbled hazily.

Celestia gave a light laugh, and squeezed her loosely-clad but heavily-muscled arms around Twilight, whose side was awkwardly coming out of the gown's vast cleavage, and below, beneath its currently unbelted waist to be on her magnificently padded thigh underneath the fabric covering. When she wasn't feeling the raw, panty-wetting glory of the difference in their sizes-- ooh, what a lovely shudder; last night was so fun!-- magnified by Celestia's only lightly controlled aura, magnified again, by the overwhelming control of her Mistress Sun lust-persona…

Twilight got a bit dizzy-- ooh, stiff nips!-- thinking about it all and squirmed her muscular frame around in Celestia's sensitive mammary mountains. Finally, she was able to assess and recall. In terms of the overall distinction, Twilight was actually-- she had been pleased by the mathematical precision-- seventy-five percent of Celestia's height. And if she wasn't quite yet twenty-seven sixty-fourths of her beloved teacher and not-nearly-often-enough marefriend's spectacular mass, she wasn't that much behind.

Wait. Last night. She fisted my Smarty Pants off last fucking night. "Last night!" yelped Twilight, and glared impotently up at the chin she'd been smooching but moments before. "Celestia, you didn't carry me around like this all day, did you?"

"And if I did, my sweet and faithful student?" asked Celestia quietly, and Twilight swallowed heavily, moved by the soft fierceness. "Would that be so bad? You seek my hand, and I seek public recognition of my love for you, my sister, and the other Elements, of whom you are leader and symbol." Twilight stared, slack-jawed up at Celestia.

Roiling with inner panic, she tried to teleport out again-- nope, Celestia easily suppressed that. Flailing limbs began to cause flutters and flaps in Celestia's dress, causing a light, silly giggle but not much more-- she couldn't get enough leverage to really tear anything, and Celestia simply would not let her gigantic tits give way for Twilight to maneuver. All Twilight seemed to be accomplishing was stiffening Celestia's huge nipples in turn-- that, and increasing the scent of Celestia's arousal; Twilight's plump ass was being slowly drenched by her marefriend-mistress' gushing sex, Twilight's body trapped by, bound by, and forced to pleasure the huge mammaries surrounding her.

"But… the scandal… your image… my image!" stammered Twilight, and, darn it, found herself calming from the sheer cuteness of another Celestial giggle.

"They'll have to get used to it eventually," Celestia sniffed. "I intend to be very publicly affectionate with all of you, and I want to get any misconceptions about that cleared up quickly! Love is wonderful-- your sister-in-law knows this."

"Celes-tee-yaaaaaa" groaned Twilight.

Celestia booped Twilight lightly on the nose. "If you're thinking of a way to try to neuralize all of my poor little ponies, forget it, my sister-of-soul," Celestia told her, and while the arousal didn't ebb, some of the panic floated away. "I left you under my blankets, snoring cutely, and told my hoofmaidens to take over room cleaning today. They know, if anyone does, and they adore you," she explained. Twilight wondered if she'd ever be above "cute" in Celestia's presence… and decided that at least at the moment, it didn't matter.

From that, Twilight, distracted by the theories of castle politics she'd been studying of late, forgot her incipient panic and muttered, "They'd better! I finally was able to connect the dots between them and your personal assassination squad…"

Celestia rolled her eyes and said, "I haven't ever had one of those! Lulu handled black ops pre-Unification and I didn't want one afterwards!" A skeptical snort from beneath Celestia's muzzle was her most beloved student's way of informing Celestia that Twilight was still not convinced on that. Yeah, Twilight thought, I'm telling her. I'm showing the… huge, loving giantess that has my body, the body I'm oh-so-proud-of, squooshed into her even huger proportionally cleavage. I'm showing her how tough I am. With my snorts. Right. Uh… words!

"Well, in any event, all of the best business management theories-- yes, I read your personal critique of my last sources!-- they all say that the personal assistants of the best leaders..." Twilight continued to grouse, huffily ignoring Celestia's continued attempts to keep secrets from her, and kissed Celestia's chin again, happiness brightening over Twilight's sulk. The answering smile was reward enough. "Those assistants," Twilight said after the kiss, "Should be well treated, especially by any outsiders, if one wishes to get anywhere within the organization. I have charts!"

Twilight tried to move an arm and summon her charts by horn, but utterly failed at both. A confused moment of frustrated scholarship ended when her wings' attempts to flutter elicited only a happy series of lip-smacking noises from Celestia (and one short, yet somehow dignified, squeal), and Twilight realized, "Oh, right. Boobs. Is this going to be a regular thing?"

The nodding from above was not very reassuring. Nor was Celestia's reply of, "Only if you are very, very good with Shadow Hopper, beloved student." Then again, perhaps it was very reassuring indeed.

Twilight sighed and gave up on that tack again. Besides… She was definitely uncertain of how much she actually wanted to escape. She cradled herself against and into the comforting warmth of Celestia's colossal cleavage, and narrowed her eyes when Celestia left a teacup, on small serving dish, atop her giant tit, just within arms reach of Twilight. "Left-handed, really?" she said, trying for "serious negotiation with my pre-fiancee," and managing mostly to get "not quite whining."

"Do you want to stay in there until Hopper wakes up, my faithful and beloved student?" asked Celestia, who giggled happily when it took Twilight a moment to consider.

"... not today. Any other day, you could have offered, my love, but…"

Celestia laughed with care, not disturbing rack or student or tea. "I'm flattered," she cooed, and reached down to pet Twilight's mane. "Then sip your tea," she commanded. As Twilight did, Celestia added, "And while I'm glad that you're being nice to my hoofmaidens, you've always been appreciated and loved by them. Because you're not an outsider. You grew up here almost as much as your own home, dear."

Twilight grumbled, but sipped her tea daintily, amazonian muscles twitching from the awkward pose and using her off-hand. "I wanted to source my actions properly," she protested.

Celestia gasped a bit with sudden pleasure, and Twilight carefully made sure the tea didn't spill, nor was the dish lost. "Dear me," Celestia said after a moment. "Sorry, faithful student. You are simply so adorable when you get all scholarly on me."

Twilight blushed a bit, despite the absurdity of blushing when she was naked, in the cleavage she'd spent hours and hours over the years wishing to be permitted access. Then, once she had finally been permitted within perhaps once or twice a year, needed to have more, more often. "So, uh, you were saying?" Twilight asked, and sipped more.

Celestia quietly continued, "I had a fairly productive day; none of the power surges from the rite got beyond your wards, dear, and excellent work on that, by the way," she said, and smiled happily as Twilight continued to squirm, "And announced that there was to be a half-day holiday in honor of Hopper's first day as a stallion, while he recovered from certain necessary rites of adulthood."

Twilight laughed, "Fair enough," she said. "And as the Princess of Magic, I was helping, so…"

Celestia let out another light giggle, hold the jiggle, and agreed, "Indeed. They don't expect you back until tomorrow, so when Luna says Hopper's up, do you think you'll have recovered enough… from me…" she said, her voice growing husky, to Twilight's delight and mild panic.

"Your gown, I…"

"Will be very well behaved, mm?"

"... Yes, Celestia."

"I'm so glad you stopped princessing me all the time. Done with your tea?"

"Yes, Celestia."

White hands removed the tea and dish. "Good, my faithful student. So, yes. I came back here after officially closing Day Court save for emergencies and put Rarity in charge of facilitation; she does take to it so well, doesn't she?" asked Celestia. As Twilight cuddled in helplessly to the mass pinning her, Celestia went on, "Applejack took over deadline petitions; you were quite right, she takes no guff, and I do so love hearing about the nobles trying to pull their usual babble on her."

Both alicorns had rather identical smug expressions at that.

Celestia said, "Then I came back up here, and you were just so sweet like that, snuggled between my bed pillows that I remembered what you were like between my best pillows." Celestia paused, and Twilight started to splutter and yelp as Celestia gave her that same utterly intense look and long, hungry licks. "Twiii-liiiight," Celestia said with a rumbling, somehow bell-like tone as her enormous pecs started to flex, bouncing Twilight up and down

"Mmm… y-y-yes, Celestia?" Twilight said, a little hoarse.

"Boop!" Celestia suddenly squealed, and licked Twilight's nose. "So cute!" The busty behemoth sighed and cradled her smaller, only slightly-less-busty behemoth close in her pillowy prison. "Soon, my dear. You've started it. Maybe someday soon I really will be able to keep you in my gown all day. Naked, concealed by me. And they'll all know that in my dress you're pleasing me, as my wife… but out of it, you will protect them, and teach them, unbowed and unbroken. So much less prudish than my little ponies have sadly become."

Twilight swallowed again, and squirmed. "I'll ruin … your dress… if…" she moaned.

"Nope," Celestia said.

Twilight whimpered, "But please…"

"Nope!" Celestia said, and clapped her hands together, happy as a filly. A nearly eleven foot filly with possibly more muscles than her combined personal guard, but still. "Do you know why?" she asked her captive friend and lover.

"... do I get a textbook?"

Celestia let out a happy laugh, shaking Twilight around in delight. "No, dear, but this isn't a test," she said, and craned her head around to kiss Twilight again. "For the same reason that, after years of letting you only get so much, I will soon be able to use you almost as often as you wish."

Twilight bit down hard on her lower lip and muttered, "Unfair."

Celestia slowed down, and lovingly embraced Twilight in a cradle of power and softness, of arms and breasts and her love. "Permit me my satisfactions, dear? I'm going to be turning you loose on Hopper and your Elements for a while, and this is about as much as I can permit myself until you have completed successfully-- and I know you will."

Twilight laughed, helpless of the heart as she was in her physical predicament, utterly in love with her sexy, strong, and sometimes just plain goofy senior goddess. "Fine then. Why?" she demanded.

"Because I don't think Hopper will wake up until later this afternoon. And I want you to write a good, long, detailed Twilight Report on your fellow Elements for him… and on our plans," Celestia said, and leaned down to whisper in Twilight's ear, "I know how long it should take you. And when I let you write it, I want you very… wound… up."

Twilight coughed a bit, and cuddled, concentrating yet again on not becoming too aroused and knowing she'd slowly lose… delightfully. "... good reason, my love. Good reason," was all she said.

Author's Note

I make no excuses for "fisted the Smarty Pants off me."