Hunting Season

Twilight hummed happily, all but skipping through the halls of Canterlot Castle.

Well, she wanted to skip. Unfortunately, due to her body's sheer density and mass, even with the castle's reinforcement, skipping tended to induce very minor earthquakes, and she didn't want to delay any further on reporting to Celestia. It wouldn’t be helpful, after all, if a single bounce of her half-ton tits set every painting crashing down from the walls. The poor palace staff had their hands full enough with Hopper’s bumbling. One giant unaware of their size was quite enough, she felt, especially when there was more than enough mass beneath her oversized coltfriend’s waist to demolish any piece of furniture her bouncing boobies missed.

But she was thinking skip, and her hips were bouncing and jiggling enough for skipping anyway.

She'd had to exercise a bit to get her belly back down to flat, unfortunately. For whatever reason, Celestia had decreed that the de-pruding of Equestria would be slow, and that meant Twilight couldn't appear in public with her belly and breasts expanded eightfold from Hopper-cum. Mobility was also an issue, of course, especially when hauling around a sloshing cum-gut nearly half her own weight. Losing it was sad, but burning all of that lovely, virile seed had given her a sweet charge. She felt nearly as hyper as Pinkie!

In fact, Twilight felt pretty pleased, overall. She might need to Nap Stack a bit much, but the spell was an old friend. As an added bonus, she was still reaping the benefits of Mac and Bulk’s training for Hopper.

Polite colt that he was, when she collapsed and burned through her Stack’s built up exhaustion debt, he was always there with those sweet hands of his. She gave her ass and tail a quick shimmy that popped boners and stiffened nipples throughout the hallway. It was just so nice to have a hand big enough to cup her entire butt. The same one with cheeks verging on regular pony torso size.

And that lead to massages. By the commutative property of ass-rubs, when those lingering, strong-but-loving touches made her tush just want to melt-- or part to get ravished-- it made her whole body want to drip, just as well. And since Hopper didn’t sniff her musk and go into immediate buck-mode when she was tired, Twilight could let herself relax.

Make no mistakes, A-plus pony, she told herself, It’s incredibly sensuous, and if our lives weren’t so busy, I’d make him do something about the drippage. It was her nipples’ turn to perk, stiffer even than before, tenting out her shirt and plastering the fabric around soft teat and huge pecs alike. She shuddered, chewing on her lower lip as she forced herself not to drench in public.

Twilight remembered those hands yet, running up and down. Knots connected to knots to overtense tendons in the amazonian fabric of her musculoskeletal system. But he knew that. Started with her ass because she loved that so, worked his way out in what felt like a slow-motion orgasm.

She was surprised she didn’t start squealing every time he got further than a foot or so away from her rump in any direction. Maybe she did; she was always so drowsy when the Nap Stack spell burst. But always, always, her Hopper took care of her, like even her weaker sisters generally couldn’t-- poor things would be face down in her muff or taint before she was able to get some real rest!

So she could put in her customary ten to twelve hours of Princessing, and generally still spend quite a bit of time with the other Elements and Hopper both. Twilight's personal stable of outside submissives had mostly been either married off-- the ceremonies were so adorable!-- or gently handed off to the other girls or trustworthy dominants she had researched thoroughly.

Perhaps scarily thorough research, at that. She did not permit harm to come to those who trusted her. Ever.

Today, Twilight made her way through Canterlot Palace. It's strange, she mused, Celestia takes careful steps to both preserve the basic look and, yet, to modernize-- those are my Dashie's crystalescent lights all around, not candlespells-- so it’s always familiar. Like ducking into the door with mom and dad.

She smiled-- beamed, really, a twinkling miniature of Celestia’s glowing grin, if she only but knew it. Mom and dad can make me feel like a prized little nerdling all over again, she thought happily, but I never feel like a child here. Protected, yes; loved and welcome, certainly; home, without a doubt. But I don't feel like a child.

Of course, she thought, that could be because everyone else tends to look like children, skinny members of my own age cohort, or very short members of the same. She had to wade through at boob height to make it through the crowd; her U-cups extended out quite a ways, creating her own personal space bubblewrap. Ponies in the royal palace gave her space - and it wasn’t, thankfully, just because everypony from the littlest colt to the most towering minotaur knew that she could bowl them over and flatten them like a pancake. Most ponies, even in a big city with Canterlot, understood that-- other than when required, like on, say, sidewalks, for pure room-- she didn't want kneeling, let alone bowing and scraping. She would, however, accept deference.

As she and the other Elements had come to embody their Harmonic principles, and especially as they had become alicorns, more than their size and curves alone became noticed by the public at large. Celestia had slowly dropped her subtle protections on their lives, gently nurturing them into the public sphere. The ponies and other subjects of Equestria knew how much the Elements did for them, often on a daily basis. Between that, and the sheer, unrelenting mass of Twilight's chiseled body, it made it very difficult for her to simply "be Twilight" somewhere. She therefore absolutely treasured the moments when she could find them.

The palace staff, for example, greeted her according to their own nature. For example, hoofmaidens and maids, maidstallions and butlers, many of whom had known her as a child, would wave cheerfully, and say hello. Guards would give her subtle nods of respect when nothing else would distract them even slightly from their duties. Many times, the staff welcome had been enough to break the ice and let her feel like just a very big pony, and not a war-goddess alicorn on display.

Ascension had come with some perks, though. It was nice to be able to wave a wing when she was hugging someone or shaking hands. That had proven quite useful - and even better when she’d needed a pair of extra limbs when Hopper’s manhood had required all four of her regular ones.

Twilight blushed a bit, and folded her wings a little tighter to her stone-sculpted shoulders. Keep the steamy thoughts for later, she told herself. One hand moved up to feel the perfect ridges of her abdomen; while a part of her wished she could wander the palace corridors with a sloshing, jizz-swollen belly at all hours of the day, some propriety was required while she was on business.

Important business, at that. There were some benefits to being able to part crowds as easily as she could heft a mountain, she decided, especially today. Being able to move trivially through the press of the crowd is only a little like cheating, she reassured herself, and I have a report that Celestia wants given-- in person!

She dove through a buzz of activity: delegates from Prance for discussion about the Changeling Rebirth; Germane and Minotaur industrialists clashing with Aspen's fanatics, having not learned their lesson the last time. Celestia simply was not going to back down on the environmental laws or domain treaties, regardless of the Aspen's uncalled for violations at the last breach. The fact that both sides tended to act first and seek authorization or help later had become increasingly irksome. Dangerous, even. Twilight and the other Elements had dealt with both, often enough.

Which, she thought with a feral smirk, is probably why those big nine-to-twelve-feet minotaurs just wriggle back out of my way like the little ponies and goats, isn't it? Her hyper side, somewhat unfortunately, found the scurries of the smaller ponies away from her powerful, musclebound body to be...delicious. She couldn’t help it-- the simple instincts of her larger-than-life form savored their intimidation before the gorgeous swell of her gigantic breasts against her simple t-shirt. They were her protectorate to her heart, but to her more feral instincts, they were her subjects, with every creature a potential submissive to swallow up between her tits.

Well, not every creature. Three yet outmatched her-- and whether they bore tits or a pair of pecs large enough to outsize most hyper mares, she savored each moment of her own submission beneath them.

Ahem.

Business.

Fortunately, instinct had never been more than a peanut gallery to the academic, logical young mare she’d once been. Her heart, and her incarnate Friendship-nature, made it but a little voice in the back of her head, generally. But seeing hyper ponies, or better yet, big burly minotaur cows and their bigger, burlier bulls back the fuck off because they knew that she wouldn't even have to resort to magic to take them out…

That, as Celestia warned her, proved hard to ignore.

Some days, like today, Twilight found it extremely useful that Celestia and Luna had forced her to learn to control her arousal. For reasons public and private alike.

She gritted her teeth again. Hooboy, she thought. Being with Hopper really is bringing out my aggression just a bit. Lovely, stimulating boy that he is.

Drawing on her lessons from Cadance again, she re-focused from lust and aggression to love and fondness. She took a sort of calmness in remembering her last deep tissue massage session. It would make her a little sad to share him with any other than the Astrals, but, plus side, she'd get more Astral in her face! Good times.

The thought had just finished soothing her when, her pendulous breasts swinging ahead of her turn, she rounded a turn and another minotaur guard delegation. She bulled through on personality and presence, and then she sighed a bit mentally as her ears picked up something she hadn't wanted to detect in a side passage. Amidst the other incoming sensory data, her nostrils scented semi-desperate stallion musk as well.

Familiar semi-desperate stallion musk, and not in a fun way.

Instantly, Twilight’s existing crankiness upped to "rather grumpy," even as she started to turn down into the staff passageways, past the guard with the appropriate inspection spells. Her own magic warned her of what was coming, and she’d have some words with the security coordinators. Her bright, cheery grin quirked into a frown. Dealing with an oversexed colt of a stallion was not on my to-do list this morning. She sighed as she strode forward, titanic muscles flexing idly as she prepared herself to deliver a proper scolding.

At least she still had a real stallion waiting for her tonight. Even just out of colthood, Hopper was more of a stallion than Blueblood would ever be - both physically and mentally.

Another sigh. She did, however, wish Blueblood had been keeping his appointments; she was randy and hormonal enough right now that she'd have to be careful with the poor little thing.

On reflection, the unexpected benefits proved to be worthwhile, but the entire incident was so undignified. Still, she had found out what made Blue’s obedience tick, a plan to take care of the poor little pony in the future, and a new set of levers to push Hopper’s buttons.

Wait, she wondered. Would I use levers to push buttons? I guess if they’re kind of like waldoes...

After dealing with that silliness, Twilight was grateful to find that a good bit of her oversexed aggression had actually burned off. Despite her physical stature, it probably wasn’t appropriate for the Princess of Friendship to stomp around the palace tackling tough-looking visitors, no matter how much her alicorn body’s instincts told her to parade her dominance. . That was most likely a good thing, too, since both Celestia and Luna were home today.

She didn't bother stopping her hips from swaying, though, her wings from flicking, or her tail from swishing just enough to show off the rolling flex of her globular glutes. She had become less shy these days from necessity, especially on the body-shy front.

And the stares were always such a wonderful morale boost.

She pushed through the crowds once again. She did so gently, of course, and politely, as best she could. She hardly made it through a hip-bump here and a last-moment swerve without greeting each pony by name and flashing a thousand-watt smile. Wings were her friends here almost as much as her horn; her little ponies loved a telekinetic hug or a wingshake almost as much as an actual hug or handshake!

Here was Friendship: in the little flickers of ponies passing by at boob- and belly-height; in eye-to-eye grins at hypers bowing and waving to their amazonian Princess. She couldn’t help an inward roll of her eyes at their enthusiastic prostrations-- she had asked them to stop wasting their time on that-- but it was a fond roll nonetheless. She knew as well as they that they ignored her request not out of fear of impropriety, but out of respect for the leader of Equestria's greatest heroes.

Twilight strode onto this stage as a titan, not merely from her eight-foot stature and divine musculature, but because of who she was and what she had done. It seemed right for her to be bouncing along merrily, head, shoulders, and chest higher than the herd. She was a Princess, not because of birth like poor, spoiled Blueblood, but because she cared for and took care of all of the ponies, all of the beings around her.

She sighed, and repeated Lesson Zero, Lesson Zero to herself. A safeword and mantra both. She wanted to teleport up to Celestia’s side. She wanted to use the temporal magic she and Starlight Glimmer had worked out to make up for her lateness. Deep inside her liver, a small and quivering unicorn filly was terrified of Being Tardy, and Celestia was far too busy right now.

The fact that a spanking for being late would be more pleasurable than all the A-pluses in the world didn’t matter to that poor little perfectionist. But, Twilight reminded herself, Celestia would rather I took care of Blue and his needs. I did my duty, and I have extra credit ideas. Her knees might want to quiver and knock at the thought of her beloved’s disappointment, but now, other parts of her quivered in much nicer ways as she thought of ‘Extra Credit’ rewards.

And here, all around her in the castle halls, were more sources of Extra Friendship Credit. A beautiful smile pulled at her lips even while her toes curled at the thought of pleasing Celestia more. There were ponies here who might not get to see Celestia, and many couldn’t afford the loss of sleep to see Luna once the Night Court re-established later.

So late or not, she took to the waiting with a joyful will and a stiff clit that she permitted no evidence of to pass. That needy little nub was for her mistress only; for her mistress’ subjects, she stood tall and proud as their champion and as a sympathetic ear. Her shadow didn't darken the day of petitioners here, in the lengthening dusk. No, as the Day Court came to a close, she carried soothing words of promise, memorizing the worthy and suggesting alternate solutions that didn't need intervention where she could.

Eventually, Twilight made it to the front of the lines. Here, the herd thinned, separating the comers and goers enough for her to press beyond the underboob-height crowd. A smile beamed from her muzzle as she (very nearly) skipped gaily up the grand stairs to the side of Celestia's platform. She bounced gleefully above the crowd, rising with every jiggling step, her tits and ass shaking in time to her near-leaping pace.

And there, at the top, waited Celestia, mightiest of them all. The radiant High Princess stood in all her gentle, caring glory, bearing a serene smile and a filling, nearly spiritual sense of grace. She wore her usual long white gown, girded about the waist with a rippling sash of hundreds of small sun-symbols interwoven with repeating patterns supported by glyphs for the elements and her sister clustered behind them.

Her golden pectoral of office was proud and polished, the bright purple jewel resting in its setting, held up by her overwhelming-- and unimaginably generously flowing-- breasts, nestled right between them. The rest of the pectoral clasped around over her broad shoulders to behind her neck, which held a swanlike elegance despite the tautness of corded muscle that thickened every inch of her divine form. Of course, her crown rested in her flowing mane, right against the white spire of her horn.

Gracious as always, Celestia gave calm reassurance to those petitioners alongside her as Twilight sped to her side. Twilight felt deeply grateful for that pause in recognition, as it gave her a chance to control her longing to adore Celestia's gold-booted feet over her keyed-up lusts. As Twilight rose the last few turns of the stairs, Celestia's voice rang out like the purest of bells, thanking those that allowed Twilight passage-- and giving Twilight herself a minor blush for forgetting the same.

The full beam of Celestia's brightest smile struck Twilight head on as she reached the top of the stairs at last. Celestia's face was half-shrouded in the majesty of her auroral mane, both eyes closed in glee and her hands clasped together just below her waist. Her very presence shone with almost heart-stopping beauty, and Twilight felt as much as heard the crowd's murmured expressions of delight.

If Twilight stood as a titan, Celestia stood as the world itself, rising above Twilight broad and beautiful. Only Celestia's quietly understated magnetism held in check the pouring sexuality of their private meetings, a pressure of personality that soothed to serenity, rather than forced stupefaction. Despite all her size-- despite all her gigantism in a world of undersized paper-mache-- at her tallest, Twilight could stare Celestia straight only in the breasts. Indeed, had they more privacy, she might have clung to the great mountains before her, feeling their vibration in time with Celestia's loving murmur of, "My dearest Twilight. I'm so glad to be able to spend time with you today."

Instead, Twilight bowed low at the waist. "It's an honor, Celestia," Twilight said, privately adding: My love, my mistress. She continued: "I am pleased to announce that the rituals you have commanded for Equestria's defense and fertile growth have successfully begun." Only the atmosphere of absolute serenity Celestia projected kept Twilight’s lip from twitching into a red-cheeked grin. Oh, yes, she thought, recalling the way she’d waddled her bloated belly to the gym that morning-- as well as the titanic tool that had put her there. Quite fertile - and growing quite nicely.

The crowd's murmur grew louder, more excited, as Celestia decided the matter of closeness for Twilight. The radiant alpha alicorn glided forward to sweep her most faithful student (cum marefriend cum submissive-- with emphasis on the cum) up into a breastful hug. Twilight heard herself exhale something between a moan and a sigh as she felt her magnificent U-cups smished against the far-past-Z beauties adorning Celestia's chest.

Their horns touched, just gently and only for the briefest of sparks to transfer, but it electrified Twilight’s thoughts nonetheless. After breaking the tight hug and gently settling the smaller giantess down, Celestia said, "I saw you giving your assistance in the crowd, faithful student. Will you stay with me, my fellow princess, and lend your wisdom to these last appeals? I would most enjoy your company when I summon the Twilight." Her grin turned impish, a visual giggle.

Twilight bowed her head, and took her place beside Celestia. Controlling her lips, she leaned to the side and murmured, "There's been an… incident with some property of the bachelorette herd."

Celestia merely nodded in response and set the petitioners in motion once again.

After the crowds had dispersed, after the last blessings had been said and Luna had joined Celestia and Twilight, the mammoth, matronly Princess of the Sun took her sister of birth and her sister of soul by the hands and lead them insistently away from the public areas of the Royal Palace. What a set we make, Twilight thought with a mental giggle. Like medalists at the Equestrian games, only no need for stands.

Twilight had a dreamy mental picture of it. "And in the Wrestling Event, a sweep for the Princesses!" would come the announcer voice. She was bronze, of course, a mere eight feet tall. Towering over their little ponies, certainly. Muscular enough that her tricep alone could casually contain Bulk Bicep's leg, definitely. But standing there, bare feet in the grass and-- ooh, posing in that nice teeny-weenie bright red bikini and string thong combo that Rarity had given her the other day-- in this company, she was bronze, and grateful for it.

She stifled an actual giggle, and shyly peered around to her right, like a little filly trying to compare herself to her older sister. But Celestia's hot mama-mountains in the middle blocked any view she might get of Luna, despite Luna's own immensity. That's okay, Twilight thought smugly. Eidetic memory is eidetic. And tautological, apparently. She wondered if she was getting a bit giddy. Back to her daydream!

Luna was, as ever, silver medal and silver clad. Nine-foot-four and garbed in such an elegantly simple outfit, the dark-hided Warmistress could only fall to one in the wrestling ring. A scandalously thin monokini in silver, Twilight thought-- yes, perfect, with little pasty-like extensions to cover her broad areolae...but the combined bottom only barely cupping her puffy, squeezy labia... Nothing for it but to show off how supreme Luna's muscle definition was: her glorious six pack; the heavenly, rippling multi-corded bulk of her thighs, in sharp relief even when in rest; her barely outshine calves, tight-packed and accentuated perfectly by the flaring swell of her taut, feminine hips and giant, hard glutes behind-- and that was just at and below her rock-hard belly.

Up from the super selenic six pack-- well! Twilight had to admit that as much as she'd love spending her daydream time mentally drooling about Luna's magnificent, gigantic pectorals, they were (un)fortunately well-hidden by Luna's perky, bouncy Zs. All natural, or at least, preternatural, Luna's rack had the gravity-defying bobbly wobble that one didn't usually see outside of serious cosmetic thaumaturgy. That was, of course, exactly the way Luna wanted it. Framing it all was the wide-rolling hill range of her broad shoulders and the titanic nigh-perpetual peaks of her bulging, gigantic biceps and triceps, leading down into the solid meat of her massive forearms. Twilight could-- and loved to whenever she got the chance-- get lost tonguing in the deep canyons formed by those spectacular muscles, each ripple of strength very nearly hypnotic in their sheer, beautiful power.

Twilight shivered. And the gold medal goes to…

Celestia paused midstep, only halfway finished tugging her sister alicorns down the alicorn-sized passageway to their private dining room. She let go of Luna's hand and turned, an honest, worried expression on her face as she looked down at her dearest student, sweet marefriend and favorite submissive. Twilight blushed bright, staring back up at Celestia's motherly, concerned face, her furrowed brows wreathed in flowing auroral hair. The giantess leaned over quickly, accidentally pinning Luna to the wall with the mouth-watering plushness and hidden hardness of her spectacularly enormous ass-- but her attention and concern were all for the smallest amazon of the trio. "Twilight? Whatever was wrong with Blueblood wasn't that bad, was it?"

Twilight was struck-- even now, even with Celestia still clinging to her "duty" self-- by the impossible power of her beloved teacher and dominant lover. Here and now, the invisible force of her personality was preventing Twilight from thinking too hard about the unstoppable force barely contained within the mammoth expanse of her bare arms, Yet she could-- and did-- obsess over the huge, far past Z or even ZZ knockers hanging over her head, just inches short of enveloping Twilight's head and torso, letting herself sink into lustful ogling and a deep, pleasurable subspace.

Again.

It was when Celestia was putting a cool hand to her forehead, ignoring Luna's annoyed huffs from her phat, squishy imprisonment, that Twilight realized she'd just stopped talking completely. "Er," Twilight said and giggled. She took a moment to brat, knowing that her mistress-mentor loved it, and pulled Celestia's huge hand down to give a loving kiss. Even with her head above subspace, she still marvelled at the way it took nearly both of her own hands to wrap around Celestia’s palm once.

"I'm fine, Celestia," Twilight said shyly. "It's been a long day, and yeah-- we're going to need to take some final steps to protect him.” A stifled grunt echoed from the far corridor wall, and Twilight’s muzzle quirked into a smile. “Er. And you seem to be butting into Luna's space." She fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

Celestia flashed out of the matronly mask to clench her rump cheeks around the divine strength of Luna's body, eliciting a gasp from her stuck sister, before rising back to her full height. She tapped Twilight on the nose, turned, and seized Luna, wrapping her softly-padded but harshly potent arms around Luna, pinning the Warmistress in a lusty embrace. For all her own size and strength, Luna’s giant form was clearly the lesser of two goddesses-- and in the eclipse of Celestia’s breasts across her sister’s, Twilight at once understood the primordial power of the sun. Celestia's tongue invaded Luna's mouth, and that was all Twilight saw before Celestia completed her circle.

Abruptly, it was Twilight's turn to suddenly be both one of the strongest entities on Epona, and completely and utterly trapped. Arms that could lift mountains with ease were abruptly pinned by the squishy, smishy, obscenely luxurious plush of Celestia's grand rump. Celestia’s massive flank, almost amusingly clad in silvery-white spidersilk, locked her helplessly in place. Twilight couldn’t even squirm beneath the weight of those potent glutes-- not unless, at the very least, if she wanted to destroy the entire wall behind her.

But she didn’t mind the view. She watched Celestia's smooth back abruptly flex into a perfect study in competing, pressing, huge hard musculature. And then, in a perfect, simply Celestia,-flavored afterthought, the Sun Princess’ albatross-proportioned wings circled back to pet Twilight like the good little pet and slut she was-- at least compared to Celestia.

Twilight was lost again, but completely fine with that. The gold medal winner, indeed, she thought happily. Of course, on the victor’s stand, Celestia would be wearing what appeared to just be a simple one-piece in perhaps a cute pink. Modest, even. Or it would be modest, on a pony without the Solar Rack. It would be shading her lesser competitors, big and simply oozing with fertile promise, her massive tits heaving with their mouth-watering nipples. And perhaps, as Celestia had promised, she wouldn't have to pretend to be the untouchable mother any more for her little ponies to know she loved them.

Perhaps she could raise her spectacular arms up high and show off two of the Treasures of Equestria, the largest proportional (and in many cases absolute!) biceps of the entire world. Flex those mighty one-hundred-and-ten-inch peaks. Normal stallions could fit inside Celestia's arms if they were hollow-- and yet her arms were so deliciously solid. If Celestia flexed her godly legs as well, the entire audience would cream at once, voices crying out in moans of orgasm g just from that perfect, powerful beauty.

Eventually, Twilight giggling a bit and squirming as she kissed the small of Celestia's back, Celestia released both of her smaller prisoners. She took their hands in hers once more and inhaled deeply. "My dears," Celestia said with a sweet, happy bell-tone, "It sounds like the both of you have become a tad messy. I think I shall have to insist on you waiting until after dinner and our discussions to finish each other up." Sadness tinged her otherwise joyful voice. "For me, my dear ones?"

Panting and lusty, Twilight focused all of her will, pulling herself out of the need to rut. She dug in her heels; while her twenty two and a half shoes didn't have much chance of stopping the hot mega-mama in her thirties, Celestia politely waited and turned to look at her marefriend. Twilight smiled up at the larger alicorn, and kissed Celestia's hand gently. "I love you, Celestia," she said softly. "I'll go anywhere in the world, make any friends I can for you. I will save cities and kingdoms in your name, and bring a light into dark places." She pulled Celestia's hand up to her lips again, and then leaned way around to wink at Luna. "Damn straight I'll fuck your sexy sister as your after-dinner show."

From the other side of Celestia, Luna smirked, and her grand wings reached around Celestia, curving and caressing the thinly-clad giantess in their feathery embrace-- and thwapping Twilight on her outstretched rack. "I see our little silk-clad gauntlet needs to be taught her place again," she purred and winked. "For I shall be the one, dear Twilight, that shall fuck you for my sister's prurient delights." The massively muscled giantess winked. "And however you would desire, my dear one."

Before Celestia could react, both mares had their wings around her, hugging tightly. "We love you," was the soft chorus. Twilight gently kissed one of Celestia's colossal biceps; Luna kissed her on the cheek as their wings stroked their bossmare.

"We know the limits," Twilight said softly. "I'll take what I can get."

Luna nuzzled Celestia's ear, "And, knowing my limits and yours alike, dear sister, I shall provide for you-- and for the sweet love that has brought us once again together to romp in the grove of the heart." Her hand caressed Celestia's sex lightly, just once, and as Celestia's hand caught her wrist, Luna whispered, "Shh, shh; I know; your scent should not be left for poor mares and worse, poor stallions, the stifflings. Come. Let us have our sup, and then of each other partake."

This time, it was Twilight and Luna who lead the way, pulling a beaming Celestia along with them. Her eyes were half shut, and she seemed half uncertain of whether to laugh or cry, but equally with joy. Twilight knew why. We will keep reminding you until you know, deep in your bones, beloved: you are no longer alone. You have our hearts; our generosity and kindness are honest; our loyalty is unconstrained and unimposed. She smiled, though she was aimed straight ahead, taking Celestia to dinner and their future. My beloved marefriend, you have our laughter; we can take you with little or no seriousness at all. Treasure this magic, my soul's desire; for of our friendship, we have made your love.

As silverware clinked and delicious smells wafted around her, Luna leaned back in her chair, the reinforced wood only slightly creaking beneath her amazonian’s bulk. Strong amongst the scents was those of of Celestia's pleasure with Twilight's cunning plan, mingled with both mares' unhappiness over a lack of means to implement it. She watched, eyebrows quirked, as dear Twi's best attempts at earnestness flail, the littler alicorn failing to meet Celly's eternal (and, as usual, unwarranted) self-sacrificing grace.

Lips pursed, Luna swirled the wine in her goblet lightly, and sallied forth once more. "My dear hearts, I think that the matter would --"

"No, Lulu,” Celestia said, “we're not going to geld him! We both got that off the books years ago, and it's not like he's sexually harassing anyone!" Luna’s mouth tightened. Celly was aghast at a suggestion she hadn't even made yet.

Twi shot an irked glance Celestia's way-- thank the maker, she's learned to take Celly less seriously!-- but was similarly ungenerous (unbefitting an alicorn, Luna decided privately). "Love,” Twilight began, “she hasn't said anything of the kind.” Luna grunted. ”But, no, Luna, thank you, I don't think that it would be proper to do "old-fashioned" finishing training on him, as cathartically satisfying as it would be…"

Interrupted again, Luna grumbled to herself. I suggest that the fool earn his keep and tuition all at one as my personal breeder and pleasure trainee. And thence, but the once after he dared to confront his rightful bossmare's chosen factor. Aye, and had the nerve to continue his bawdy habits. From such valid critiques, they act like I wish to reintroduce gentling, major or minor!

At least Twilight did look adorable in her custom-made high seat. Oh, the poor little eight-footer had a tendency to wriggle around in her seat, of course. Luna found the rubbing of posterior plus and tail swish to be a plush!. The smaller alicorn had once told Luna that the cushions were quite nice and a change from her prior improvisations. If she had to climb up like an active toddler in a high seat, at least the rungs were well-padded with good traction. In any event, she apparently thought that getting to sit at what she termed the “big Princess' table” now was a sufficient honor to put off any potential ignity.

Based on her dreams, Twilight was also relieved she no longer needed to have vague feelings of guilt about the out-of-date textbooks she used to slip under a convenient pillow.

Luna’s smile faded as she returned to the present. Her sister and sister of soul continued to-- not bicker, precisely, because they weren't disagreeing-- but talk past each other. If I remember it right, and understand Twilight true, Luna thought, the churlish foal has learned some lessons after having put his sub-par breeding rights on the front lines with repeated Ritual violations. From time’s unkind kiss, some of the less generous among our noblemares-- aye, there's a shock-- have decided that it means that the noble lineage of my dear Platinum is to be besmirched and bullied.

Twi continued to try to apologize for letting "it" happen-- where "it" appeared to be the foalish colt let himself get backed up and avoid his proper sessions with his mistresses among the Elemental Alicorns due to sulking and backsliding. And if you'd let me put those ill-made containers for royal property and sharply sweet Platinum's legacy beneath my feet and his face beneath my arse, there'd have been no worry of it! Luna sighed, and glowered at the two of them. The excessive sorries were straining on her patience.

It seemed that little Twi had hit upon a true-found solution, as Luna saw it: to marry the scamp off to a proper traditionalist mare, one of known good character and strong will. But of course, such goodly mares of the proper lineage to not set off a manure storm 'round the matter are rare as good stallions of any lineage, like our dear apprentice. Which leads to dear sister's round of intemperate melancholia.

I need to break them out of this, Luna decided. Both for my own sanity, and for my dear ones’. She held up her goblet, reflected on the glass and smiled. She was glad she'd kept the goblet; it had been made by an earth pony lover to match her own generous cup in size and form, down to the pert little nipple holding a last reservoir at the bottom. The earth pony had been a small mare overall, but lively, and Luna loved recalling her humor.

There we go, Luna realized. Humor, and sex. And what gets my sister turned on? Manipulations to the fore, and rebellion to quash to the aft. Luna wriggled the immense perkiness of her powerful glutes against her seat, remembering the last time Celly had quashed her aft. So, Warmistress, she asked herself, How does the field lie?

Celly was feeling guilty, and hence, not listening to the spark of her Essence well. Or rather, too well, blast you, Celly. You've decided against every single mare who'd be acceptable to the mammering, fool-born nags around you. I blame you little-- I find them but barely more Harmonious than the lackwits I recall unkindly. Rightfully then, my love, you scorn them, judging them to be either too lax or too harsh upon the colt in adult stature

Luna sighed. She knew her sister, her lover, her mistress, her bossmare all too well. Hence, she thought, following the ‘logic,’ since you agree with your dearest Twi's ilation on the matter, you are apologizing to our Astral-to-be mate far too profusely. Ultimately, you make of yourself an unmarely dither. You force yourself to try to find some means of both respecting the twit's freedom, and yet preventing distress to any but yourself!

So, she decided, Get Celestia’s blood pumping with a little pert sauciness. Draw her in, get her miniature manipulation orgasms running. That, of course, will draw Twilight and yourself in, and you can get messily improvising all over the place. She hoped that would include her sister improvising messily all over her face, but plans rarely survived contact with older siblings, she knew.

Her patience at an end, plan decided, and-- frankly-- in need of the sex anyway, she acted. Luna carefully reinforced the goblet's spells-- and slammed its metal base onto the table. "Enough!" she roared.

Plates rattled, silverware clattered, and the two people she loved most in the world stared at her with mouths hanging open like fish who have encountered a swimming cat. Before either could speak, she held up a hand and growled, "And before you, Celly, suggest to me, again, the one who breached the walls at Castle d'Mareana, that I should even propose minor gentling of one who now is merely being an impertinent toad again…"

Let's not talk about his prior pursuits. I'm less forgiving than Twilight or Celly in such matters, but I should know better. Was I not Nightmare's Pawn?

The distressed gleep and pinkening hues across her sister's place were most soothing to Luna's rankled pride, as were Twi's looks of shock that she orbited from Luna to Celly and back. And of that incident, my dearest sister, may you have the joy of recounting; I shan't, without something that actually can still get me drunk. She did note that sweet Celly’s nipples, larger than Luna’s fists even soft, were hardening.

Even now, of course, her beloved Mistress tried to conceal her alpha urge to dominate a rebellious beta. Luna smirked, thinking, Save it for someone who didn’t have to listen to you moan over your plans for Hurricane after you won our little bet. As Celly tried to start a new round of apologies, Luna held up her hand, squirming her colossally bulging thighs together in an effort to stave off the itch of memory. "Can we be spared your shambolic struggles to sooth your Mark's guilty conscience, sister? I have a solution, if you'll at least lend me sufficient ear to judge it."

It took a not inconsiderable amount of her willpower to keep from giggling as student and teacher, lover and mistress turned to look at her with nigh-identical quizzical looks. Aye, dear Twilight Sparkle, Luna thought with nostalgia, And that I must be wary of: to avoid seeking to overlay my yearning lust for my dear sister's youthful habits within your own fine virtues. She snorted, instead, striving to look the confident and cool Warmistress yet again, not that Celly would be fooled. I do see the attraction you have for a well-played plan, my love, but I’ll not be so easily distracted.

"My dears,” Luna purred, “you've agreed in too much haste. While a generic stallion, even with many a strong-willed mare of virtue, might abuse dear Platinum's uncouth umpteenth progeny, what of a specific stallion? One whose marriage to a mare of high birth and noble soul is about to be opened to a herd in any wise, the lady in question-- mm."

Luna licked her chops and remembered "interviewing" the lady and watching her sport before taming her personally, "Indeed… A very specific mare capable of sexual mistressy and kindness alike, you might say. Whilst said mare’s specific stallion is then one of such treasured and unlooked for virtue as to be quite the jewel in the Crown’s bureaus. Indeed, he would be such a paragon that even an inveterate traditionalist as your own true aide in the sports amatory"-- and here, she put a graceful hand upon her immense breasts-- "might seek to laud and reward him."

The pair looked at each other. She was secretly pleased that again in unison, the matronly and the maidenly, the deeper and the deep, voices came to the conclusion at the same time. Celly's Mark cheats, but scrumptious little Twi is a frightening genius. Her toes curled; she hoped Celly’s were clenched for amatory battle. Their chorused question: "Fancy Pants?"

She sniffed theatrically. "More importantly,” she said, “the lissome Fleur Dis Lee, for the matter of the one whose hand should be upon the backside of our churlish 'nephew.' Even if it is the sweet gentlecolt who has quite stolen the hearts of Starrunner and Glitter, Fleur's generous enough with those who both strike her fancy and yet would never think to strike her Fancy."

Ever the strategist and tactician of great renown, Luna had her shield up before Celly's thrown splash of wine and the rather larger and laudably multidirectional assault of seat cushions from Twi could start, let alone before they struck. Unstained and unpummeled, she calmly filled her goblet and snorted at Celly. "A fine vintage, Celly, honestly. For the insult to the vinter, you should donate your remaining stocks to the mass wedding."

Twi was the first to break into giggles, and even Celly chortled. "I apologize, Lulu," she said, dabbing a napkin at her eyes. "For doubting you, if not the spilled wine! That was terrible." To Luna's smirk, Celly merely stuck out her tongue, then patted her faithful lover on the back. "Does that sound good to you, dear heart?"

Gigglefit finished, Twilight snorted. "No complaints - especially if it means I won't have to deal with a cranky, riled Rarity after the announcement. She adores Fleur-- has since even when it was Fleur who towered over her rather than vice-versa. To say nothing of what she thinks of Fancy." Twi looked thoughtful. "And I know she's enjoyed some playtime with them both since the apotheosis-- in fact, if I remember right, Fancy and Fleur both switch. I can't be certain, but I think my generous but aloof Rares may have actually 'rewarded' Fancy once by letting him top her after their ascension. Quite aside from anything else, that should tell you something of her judgment of his worth-- of theirs."

Pleased with her plan’s success-- Celly’s nips were harder than many a stallion’s prod, and Twilight was getting her List O-Face back on-- Luna nodded slowly. She treasured Rarity among Twi's beta mares in no wise less than Applejack and Rainbow Dash, who served as her highest lieutenants for matters concerning land and air forces respectively. It's odd. Honesty, Loyalty, and Laughter were always mine, before my madness. Pinkie has never broken her vows to me in all this time, and Applejack and Rainbow Dash serve at my side. Harmonious, indeed. But Rarity, aye, there's a lady I'd love to have had at my side and between my blankets back in the unification days.

Steepling her fingers, Celestia nodded. "I'll approach Fleur and Fancy privately." She snorted. "It was, of course, Blueblood's… unf…" The huge princess rubbed her thighs together under the table, no longer restraining her arousal. They'd be washing their own dishes later… Ah. Twi's teleported all our board away. I s-supect she's even more affected by C-celly than me. Or I hope she'd be! Either unaware-- unlikely!-- or desiring of the effect her deliciously potent pheromones had on Luna and Twilight, Celestia ground her plump pussy lips together with the squish of her majestic thighs, masturbating over the fond memory, not merely of dominating Blueblood, but more, of the revelatory moment when the foal had come face to face with Perfection in the challenge ring.

A soft moan beside her told her that their junior was definitely past many of her own limits from just that brief distraction. From just that brief and indescribable taste of Solar Arousal in the night air. Not all the way gone, Luna thought with a gentle smile. She may be crushing the warspell-reinforced edges of her seat to flinders, but she’s got enough presence of mind to keep reconstituting them with silent precision. Excellent technique!

Luna swallowed dryly, her eyes no less than Twilight's locked upon Celestia's full, gorgeous lips as soft groans escaped their mistress-beloved's throat in between her words. "Mmm. His gorgeously perfect speed-walk right into Fancy's sexy little political trap…" Celestia let out a long, shuddering moan and whimpered lightly; to her shock, Luna saw that Celly's fingers were digging into the adamantine table as much as Twilight's. Er, right, dear sister does have that crush, doesn't she? Let your Lulu handle this.

She swept up from her seat and, with an erk and some delightfully strong, but completely futile struggles from sexy little Twilight Sparkle, trying to get closer to dear sister, she hauled the younger alicorn away. Celestia gasped again, and the smell almost made Luna climax then and there. Twilight didn't bother holding back now, and was squealing in her arms. Luna looked up at Celestia. "Celly, dear, yes, we understand, Blueblood was a little cock and he strode balls first into your trap and Fancy's, and it is delicious that… oh… oh… Celly!"

The effect of Celestia's pheromones were especially potent, and Luna squealed, feeling their resonant effects on her pussy. She couldn't find it in her heart or liver to spite Celly for it; this dinner was supposed to be relaxing, after all! She did smile a bit hazily and shake her head. "Celly," she declared with a different emphasis. "Yes, we get it, beloved. Irony, etc. Now we need to plan before thy-- your-- sinfully delicious student loses her wit to remember aught beyond your lovely cunt's desires, and I lose the desire to care."

The reminder seemed to bring Twilight gently out of her orgasmic haze. She squirmed in Luna’s arms, making Luna’s clit harden with the sensuous pull and press of potent muscles trapped within Luna’s own. Poor little eight-foot-amazon, trying so hard to be a good, disciplined slut. Luna wrapped arms that put Twilight’s legs to shame around her captive-- and then nearly dropped her!

The waft of further arousal and and a soft, mind-ensnaring gasp of pleasure from Celestia proved an overwhelming distraction. Luna had to juggle Twilight about, holding the mini-giantess up by hooking her gigantic forearms under Twilight’s arms and hauling Twilight back towards her chest.

Naughty slut, Luna thought-- when she could think. Not that she blamed Twilight, who’d hooked her limbs-- the treetrunk thick expanses she called legs, anyway-- back around Luna, to try to stop herself from flinging herself bodily at Celestia.

Unfortunately, this left Twilight Sparkle’s ass, a rump approaching the brilliance of the Grand Solar Booty, right against Luna’s needy cunt! At least their younger partner wasn’t wriggling that lovely thing about just yet.

Celestia beamed cutely over at Luna, and she groaned, dampening her own thighs and forcing them to grind against Twilight Sparkle's plump and power tush. Which was, indeed, now wriggling in turn. Luna thought protests she couldn’t muster. Unfair, Celly!

She pouted back at her sexy sister. Celestia chuckled quietly, a bit of an embarrassed tinge to her high cheeks. "Mm, yes. Erhem! I'll speak to Fleur and Fancy. When I've their permission-- Twilight, dear, I’ll need you, not Sparkle--"

Blushing, Twilight snuggled into Luna's immense, perky tits and said, "I'm here, love." Just like that, above the line. Luna cuddled the tough little scholar, all of her eight feet of height, as close into Luna’s gargantuan breasts as Luna could manage.

"Excellent! When I've their permission, I want you to do one last session with little Blue. All six of you are to be his bachelor party dominatrixes. He's not to be sulky at the altar; he swore this to us long ago, and I'm not having further pouting. Do take the vault locks off until you put him to bed… but when you dress him, I want him to be encouraged to fill up, understand?"

"Yes, my love,” Twilight pledged. She may as well have saluted, Luna noted amusedly. “It'll be fun! We'll make sure he can still walk and speak coherently, too."

"Of course, dear. Lulu?"

Luna nibbled on one of Twilight's ears, then winked at Celestia and licked the ear in question slowly and sinuously. "Star and Glit won't mind when I explain it. Nor will they be abusive. My thestrals have become egalitarian in your shadows, Celly, really." She sniffed.

Her sister stuck her tongue out-- then used it to lick all the edges of her lips, so sensually and salaciously that Luna whined, femmecum soaking her muscled thighs, panting. "Y-yes, Cell… Celly," she groaned. "They'll be ready."

"It's not Celly right now, now, my loves." It was abruptly Luna and Twilight's turn to move in unison. As one, they swallowed deeply, their hips suddenly rutting backwards as one, as though Celestia-- as though Mistress Sun was suddenly upon them with a double-headed strapon. Luna tasted her scent mixing with Twilight's under the undeniable scent of their Mistress', and got down on her knees, laying out Twilight on her back on the floor as an offering to Mistress Sun.

She'd sent the table off to one side. It was there and available, should her adorable little sluts wish to use it, but for now, all they could see was her, sitting there. She'd sent away her dress-- no, the dresses; Lulu was abruptly aware of her own nakedness, and Sparkle's. She whimpered, wriggling her tail and the taut, muscle-bulging glutes below it, abruptly glad that Mistress Sun was in a mood to be the Matron Sublime, and not the Conquestrix. She was feeling quite free with magic, it seemed.

Mistress Sun had chosen simplicity, as she always did. She wore her "in scene" marker, a white choker of some strange material with the words SOL IMPERAT OMNES written upon it in orichalcum. Other than that, she simply wore a long tee shirt, with a tailored fit that clung to her massive, wagonwheel-sized mammaries, their thick, fat nipples tenting out the nigh see-through fabric. In the back, of course, two wingslits gave her gorgeous white wings room to breathe and flex.

The tailoring of it meant that it clung to the glorious curves, squeezing them before falling over the top of her huge, hard abs. The material still hung slightly loose, but not so much that her rippling abdominal muscles didn't form their own impressions against the cloth with every breath. As was wise, the tee was short sleeved, only covering the top bulge of her shoulders and not even daring to attempt to clothe her wondrous biceps and triceps; even still, the terrifying bulge of her one-hundred-and-ten inch megamuscles threatened to strain the shirt anyway, just by sheer proximity!

The tee’s excellent yet simple design failed slightly at her hips. Her mouthwatering, vast, terrific hips. Broader than her huge shoulders, as curvaceous as her sweet super-melons, the tee shirt clung as best it could to the very top of the rounding in front; Lulu couldn't imagine that it dared to even try in the back. The faint glowing aurora of Mistress Sun's glowing, shimmering muff was on full display, and Lulu stroked Sparkle's hair, feeling the younger sub drawn to their owner's pussy by eye and mind. She tapped Sparkle warningly on the hip. "Hsst, Sparkle! Mistress hath not such liberties granted yet! Thine eyes to hers, filly, and thy mind to her will."

Sparkle looked up into her beloved mistress' eyes and Lulu stroked her mane. "Good lass." Lulu curtseyed deep before her sister and owner. "Your property awaits, madam," she said softly. For all her titanic strength, here, Lulu was a coquettish pet, dancing on attendance on her mistress' desires.

Mistress Sun beamed. "Thank you, my lovely." Stretching out her legs and wriggling her toes, she purred, her eyes travelling with obscene approval over the two submissive giantesses before her. She put a hand down to her shimmering muff and began to stroke and fondle the lewd lips, more of her scent spurring wildly upon Lulu and Sparkle. "I pine, my loves. For both of you." Her voice was soft, and when she finished, she pouted, her lower lip quivering even as her fist-sized nipples throbbed beneath the sorely taxed tee. Her fingers slipped down to the slit of her perfect, fat vulva, and pinned it apart, sending poor Sparkle humping the air.

Lulu drooled openly, not bothering to stop herself as she let her mistress' snatch and scent fill her mind with delightful promises for a well-behaved submissive. When Sparkle violated such bounds, 'twas Lulu's hand that belted the wench on the rump-- before pinning her to the floor with a huge size twenty-six foot.

"Milady,” little Lulu murmured, “I apologize for your younger property. She yearns sore for the approval of your least quiver, the sop of your merest delight." Lulu blushed purple, and even as she kept the whining Sparkle pinned, raised her fingers to her heated cheeks, her massive peaks and colossal forearms crushing demurely into the pert, fillyish swell of her own tire-sized rack from the sides. "Indeed, my sweet supreme, I must confess that I do as well-- with some decorum! Sparkle!"

At least she has the presence of mind not to teleport out of my grasp, Lulu thought. I couldn’t hope to catch her, else.

Reaching down, she grabbed the younger slut's mane and yanked her up by it. Heaving, the purple musclemare whined once, and then wrapped her heavy, ripped arms around Lulu's waist, trembling. "Mistress! Lulu! I'm so sorry, I just… I need you, mistress." Lulu was so proud to see her sister-of-choice anchor against her, and leaned. Together, they supported each other against lewd disobedience.

Together they could serve their goddess’ full desires, whether or not she acknowledged the title.

Her eyes lidded and her smile as bright as her blazing charge, Mistress Sun waved her right hand in genteel dismissal, while simultaneously sinking her middle and ring finger of the left into her intoxicating snatch, thumb and middle finger lewdly squeezing her throbbing clit. The titanic princess planted her right hand on the arm of her chair, folding her hand under her muzzle, palm dow. "It's alright, my dears,” she said. “I know how much you both would love to be face deep in my cunt or to have me elbow deep in yours, of course-- Oooh!" She squealed,curling her toes as the idea and a particularly good stroke of her fingers hit at the same time. "You'd look so sweet… I… mmmm… Lulu, headlock our darling little cunt, please, I'm going to cum a bit."

Whimpering, poor Lulu obeyed, wrapping her bulky arm around Twilight's throat, pressing her flat palm into the cleavage of her underboob even as she forced Twilight's face and horn into the side of her naked navy teat. "Aye, Mistress Sun?" she asked, her own shameful lack of control evident in the streams of marecum flowing over each chiseled thigh.

The white-hided and white-shirted dominant licked her lips and let out a series of pleased grunting noises. "Choke my precious Sparkling star but lightly, Lulu, there's a dear. I want her lungs burning from the scent of we two wild mares in perpetual heat."

Lulu squirmed nearly as much as Sparkle had to start, wriggling her broad hips and bouncing Sparkle's head against her breast. She slapped the lavender mare's six-pack with the pumped wing of that selfsame hip. Her mistress' command… Yes! Lulu flexed, slowly and ever-careful of their precious love, not daring to unleash her eighty-five inch masterpeaks-- at least, not in full, but only until she could savor the wheezing cries of inflamed delight from Sparkle's caught throat. Lulu did act in the silly cunt's favor, using her lock under Sparkle's chin to keep Sparkle's gaze focused on Mistress Sun's eyes and not her glorious, glowing, dripping, delectable pussy.

She could handle it. Had to handle it, for her own pride and for her love. Lulu's eyes might be locked on her mistress' flowing pubic hair and the patterns of light that its luminescence flickered over Mistress Sun's proud clit. She might obsess over every shadow left by her Mistress’ divine fingers as the pussy Lulu yearned to worship was pleasured-- but, well, Lulu could handle it. Was handling it, in fact, evidenced by the fact that she wasn't sitting on poor Sparkle's face and denying her the pleasure of direct obedience to Mistress Sun's whims. No, she held Sparkle trapped-- just as ordered.

The smaller alicorn thrashed against Lulu's ironclad hold. Lulu wasn't looking-- Mistress Sun's hypnoteasic masturbation being far more than sufficient to hold her interest-- but she was so proud of how far slutty little Sparkle had come! She is no weakling, my fellow wench. Though we twain may be as worms before the Mistress, I would have her at my back upon the field of honor almost more than between my thighs within the fields of sport, mm.

She stroked her tongue over her full, dark lips. For a wonder, the deep satisfaction came nearly as much from Twilight’s potent struggles as from the intoxicating taste and pussy-drenching beauty of Mistress Sun before her. Why-- the little muscle-minx actually managed to shake and quiver Lulu's tremendous, perky breasts lightly.

Somehow, Twilight even found the wherewithal to pry loose just a little extra space from the huge biceps to gasp a bit more oxygen. Lulu didn't feel like she had failed her mistress. After all, Lulu is still cutting off most of her breathing… and each extra desperate gulp pulls in more of Mistress' queenly pheromones, and Lulu's own poor facsimiles!

Mistress Sun let out short, shuddering gasps as she teased her divine cunt. Rivers of her addictive lube poured out around her fingers, and Lulu felt herself go deeper and deeper into subspace. Lulu want, so bad… She whimpered shyly at her mistress, squeezing Sparkle closer and closer, rubbing the naughty cunt's face into Lulu's heavy knockers. Sparkle better not get first taste or Lulu will destroy Sparkle's asshole for the night, hrmph! She even knew which strapon to use on the naughty little squealer.

Opening her mouth wide, her tongue trailing a line of saliva from tip to the upper lip, Luna pawed and paced the floor with her feet, curling her toes and leaving long furrows in the ridiculously over-reinforced magical stonework. "Mistress, please! Lulu's cunt aches so bad…"

"Shhh, baby." Mistress Sun smiled encouragingly. "You have Sparkle in a good hold, now kindly just be a good little perfect bitch for me." She chuckled as Lulun began bouncing from the heels of her feet to the toes, slapping and bouncing Sparkle around in the gratuitously amazonian embrace. "Dearheart,” Mistress Sun cooed, “if you don't calm down, mommy will slap a ball gag on you and make Sparkle clean the floors in your place." The Mistress nodded smugly as Luna's bouncing ground to a halt.

It wasn’t unfitting. After the initial burst, Sparkle had mostly quieted herself. She kept forcing space to breathe, but other than one or two hesitating reaches soon abandoned, somehow managed not to masturbate herself. Oh, the steady drench of the little wench’s slit meant Lulu know the slut in her headlock wasn’t unwilling, of course. Even so, Sparkle kept herself under control, with only the slow, sensuous burn of her thigh-fat being squeezed and rubbed together over the dampness, massive quads pressing eagerly from beneath the padded curves.

Lulu didn't even whimper. She just held Sparkle in place, both slutty goddesses drenching the floor beneath them with their fragrant honey. Lulu wants to slurp up Mistress and Sparkle's cum so bad! She just waited, tongue lolling out to the side as though Mistress Sun's glorious cunt had transformed her into a minotaur-pony hybrid, her big boobs the perfect rounded, oversized shape for the Sun's cattle herd.

Sparkle wasn’t that hard to hold. Once the tough little fighter had gotten a bit more air, she’d mostly just reveled in the constriction, in the concentration of their mistress’ nerve-tingling and womb-ruling pheromones. Lulu spared an eye for her, and was proud to see the determination in Sparkle’s gaze as much as the lust. The poor thing was trying hard to keep focused at Mistress Sun’s eyes, when her instincts kept driving her to give needy looks to Lulu’s huge knockers, or their mistress’ matron mountains.

Frigging herself faster and faster, Mistress Sun began to let out shuddering gasps and moans. "Mmm, yes, sweetlings, be good for mommy… Ahhhh!" she squealed, slamming her unclad feet down onto the hardened floor and shaking the whole room, cracking the stones. She pushed up on the balls of her feet and with the arch of her hips, and, suddenly, her seemingly soft, fat thighs were a dramatically intimidating muscularity that Lulu just wished she could obtain-- or worship with her tongue, lapping all over the beautiful expanse of pure, unadulterated power.

The scents and pheromones of the most powerful alicorn, and thereby the most powerful physical divinity of the planet, doubled, and redoubled in the room. Mistress Sun made long, low sounds of pleasure, her huge hooters bouncing up and down in her shirt, pulling it further and further up to expose her invulnerable belly.

Lulu didn't know when she'd acted, only that she did, and Mistress Sun's delighted O-face grew all the more pleased. One moment, she was holding Sparkle in a headlock and drooling at the Climax of the Sun; the next, she and Sparkle were kneeling, each by one of the mistress' awe-inspiring, terrifyingly muscular legs, mouths wide open and horny tongues searching hungrily in the air.

Addictive femmecum splurted. The two horny princesses, merest fucktoys in their beloved mistress' presence, moved as though one mind. When the body-shaking quake of Mistress Sun's squirter orgasm sent the juices going high, Lulu gulped it down. When the dip of her hips sent it gushing downwards, Sparkle lapped it up. The pair of mares happily gobbled up the pure honey of the Grand Cunt, panting and drooling in between moments of indescribable bliss at the mere taste and sensation of submitting to Mistress Sun's twat.

Needless to say, both submissives creamed all over their thunderstorm thighs and the floor. But they both choked down squeals and squalls of delight, trying to get more of Mistress Sun's female ejaculate, until the muscular mega-giantess grabbed them both by the manes and hauled them forward. She inserted her enormous thighs into their cleavages, resting Lulu on her left, and Sparkle on her right, and then squeezed together until their squooshy tits were mashed together in almost vertical lines, their shoulders pressed uncomfortably into each other. She came on their tits, but kept their heads pulled back so that neither muzzle could intercept.

"Squeal!" she commanded. "Give your climaxes to momma!"

The howls of the second- and third-most powerful goddesses in the world shook the little dining chamber to its foundations.

Somewhat later, Mistress Sun frowned at her two trapped darlings. "My dear, sweet sluts. When you are given the choice between pigging out on my pussy juice and making me delight in your songs of praise…"

Sparkle swallowed heavily, huge strands of drool rolling out over her chin. Tears formed in her eyes as she grinded her giant knocker up against Mistress Sun's immovable leg and Lulu's larger teat. "Sparkle s-sorry, mistress," she groveled. "Mistress so tasty! Sparkle bad slut; won't hold back the song again." Lulu kept quiet, bowing her head in agreement.

With one eyebrow raised, Mistress Sun tilted Lulu's chin up, and waited. Eventually, Lulu sighed. "I'm sorry, mistress. I lost myself in your mound orgasmic; what bliss you grant… I don't know if I could help myself any more than Sparkle. I'm weak."

Coos filtered down to Lulu's flat-backed ears, and Mistress Sun's still-sticky fingers ran through Lulu's mane. "Well, that's alright, pretty. So long as you keep trying, my beloved, I trust you. You two are my soul given form." She tightened her quads, the sudden tension bulging up her voluminous muscles and knocking around the sensitive tits as she considered.

Lulu stifled a groan. Hesitation had haunted her mistress’ face regarding the younger alicorns-- even Sparkle-- since she’d overridden Lulu in regards to the Deflowerment Debacle. She summoned a light handkerchief, and muttered, "Lulu, spot check me on Sparkle? I shouldn't have let either of you get this close." Growling at herself, Mistress Sun cleaned Sparkle's face of drool and tears, caressing the blissed yet traumatized alicorn.

Lulu bowed her head and winced. Sparkle had gotten three times the amount of time with Mistress Sun than that which she usually got in three months, and it was showing. Lulu leaned over against her marefriend, gently snuggling the smaller mare and stroking her with a long, dark wing. After a few moment's inspection and gentle care from Mistress Sun, Lulu winced once again and looked up. "The lass is pretty knackered, my beloved mistress, but she'll fist herself raw if let loose now." Honesty was the only course.

Shaking her head, Mistress Sun frowned. "Can't have that." She stroked Sparkle's flat nose lightly, pondering. The moment Lulu dreaded was close to surfacing. “Luna?” Celestia whispered. “Please, Luna, I’m not sure…”

"M… mm… mistresses?" Sparkle asked hopefully.

That brought welcome cheer and lascivious interest to the fore on Celestia’s face. Her matronly voice returning, she asked, "Yes, most faithful and slutty student?"

Lulu merely murmured affirmatively, and with a stubbornness that shocked both elder giantesses, Sparkle set her jaw and forced herself. "Sparkle… needy bitch but… Mistress Moon-- almost like Mistress Sun, different, but…" She gave a long moan. "So good! Mistress Moon would be so good!"

Tears formed in Celestia's eyes. "Luna, do you realize that she's head over heels in pheromonic trance and she's figuring out how we can help her?"

Lulu-- Luna, since Celestia permitted it, needed it-- blinked back sudden awe. Deep in subspace, Sparkle was finding the presence of will to try to act as a partner, not just a fucktoy. More, with her higher mind in an endless swirl of bliss and submission, she was working out how to communicate with them. Impressive as always, Twilight Sparkle. A worthy shieldmate at either my side or Celly's, and so hot to boot. And don't think I don't appreciate the honest horniness where you tell a poor, oft-jealous younger sister she'd be enough of a lay to salve your loins, burning for the sun.

"Indeed, my sister. May I have the privilege of fucking your student until she passes out?"

"Lulu!” Celestia gasped. “She's marefriend to us both equally!"

"But my love,” Luna said, “I was serious. I am taking my role as Warmistress, not mistress, not high princess. My cunt is yours, and I … I want to be permitted to own one of the other needy pussies in your stable. I don't want to conquer you; I don't want to succeed you. I want to be my own, aye, different, superior in my dreams and of my night, but elsewise, thy servant. Thy sister. Thy slave."

Celestia's lip was trembling. “Luna,” she said softly, as Luna buried Sparkle’s head in her cleavage to keep the younger mare from the fight that was about to hit. “Luna,” Celestia repeated. “I-- just for play, love; I don’t… I don’t ever want to make you feel like the ‘lesser sister’ again. I hurt you, and I just got you back, and I still don’t listen or think…”

Luna grumpily resented having to come further out of her own subspace for this. She-- all three of them-- had been having such a good time! Damnit, Celly, fumed Luna, I am trying to be self-sacrificing and humble. Let me pick my own path. Even one that ends up and your feet, it is my choice, and-- no. Out loud.

Her lip twisted. "Celly, you said you'd listen to me, yes. When you get musty and wanting everything to be perfect but flailing because the rest of us aren't you."

"Well… yes, Luna, I did."

"Then listen to your Lulu! This is my choice. I do not surrender my choice to you. I choose to surrender to you." She frowned, and tugged back, forcing herself out of Celestia's trapping thighs. Bobbling, battered boobs bouncing, Luna stood tall and proud while Celestia reflexively closed the gap of her legs around Twilight's slightly droopy tit, holding her in the safety of bondage.

"Celestia,” Luna snarled. “Listen to me. I want to be your switch, your right hand dominatrix. I want to be yours. Am I not your toughest 'bitch,' in the modern parlance?"

"Well…"

"Am I not?"

"You are, dear one,” Celestia sighed. “I could not deny it."

"Then,” Luna growled, “let me be your bitch, and ravish your marefriend, our marefriend, until she can rest from thy groinal ambrosia!"

"Yes, dear."

Luna bared her teeth. "Celly!"

"Er. Yes." Celestia screwed up her face, and Mistress Sun relaxed her thighs slightly. "Do be a dear bitch, Lulu, and fuck our Sparkle into unconsciousness."

"That's better. Uh. Yes mistress!" Luna winked at Mistress Sun, and Lulu dragged Sparkle back and away from the mistress' giant leg.

Relieved at the restoration of Order, Lulu set poor Sparkle down and smiled. "Legs spread apart, there's a good wench, aye?" Panting, Sparkle tucked her wings around carefully and leaned back on her elbows, performing a complete split. She lifted herself off the ground, presenting her still-sopping sex for Lulu's approval.

"Sparkle, it's a trib I want to have of you,” Lulua said-- now proudly speaking from the authority of Mistress Sun herself. “Whilst I am pleased well with your dexterity and strength, get your naughty knees a bit closer together and at least one on the ground, for Elysium's sake." She stood over Sparkle, fists on her own broad hips as she watched. Sparkle obeyed readily enough-- such a willing lover-- resting her left foot, the one closest to Mistress Sun, on the ground, though she easily held the iron tower of her right leg high and angled to display her submitted twat, the drooling juices pooling beneath Sparkle, waiting for the approval of Lulu and Mistress Sun alike.

Nodding, Lulu turned to Mistress Sun, her black nips stiff and dark areolae puckering with arousal. She curtseyed. "Your musclebitch is prepared to use your Sparkle's cunt on your behalf, Mistress Sun." She beamed. "How may your Moon serve you?"

A soft smile and glittering eyes rewarded Lulu's performance. "Fuck our dear one for me, Lulu dear?" asked Mistress Sun. "I'll frig the memories down later, but I must watch. Make sweet love to her, and make her scream both our names."

"Glad to, my mistress." Lulu slipped deftly around to the floor, hooking her gigantic right thigh up in front of Sparkle's, and pressed her left up against Sparkle's deliciously lickable, squishy rump from behind. Similarly leaning onto her elbows, Lulu could have easily arranged Sparkle by simply nudging the lusty mare's jiggly booty, but there wasn't a need. The hyperslut energetically shimmied forward, her lube pouring over Lulu's fantastically defined thigh muscles, and Lulu let out a pleasured moan as the soaked sex met hers, deftly matching clit to clit and lip to lip.

Laying her heavy right leg down across Lulu's superior, raised left, Sparkle whinnied lewdly at both of her mistresses, tongue hanging out as she desperately waited for either of them to use her or order her into use. Lulu turned to Mistress Sun and waited, moaning and drooling, for the approval she craved.

"Lulu,” Mistress Sun spoke, frowning. “If you don't start fucking our mutual maretoy immediately, I will be quite cross with you!"

Giggling, she obeyed. I'll take pouty mistress, too. Feels deliciously naughty right down to my womb. Speaking of! She blew a lusty kiss at Sparkle, then twisted her legs slightly, pushing in from the knee. Said knee happily molested Sparkle's gorgeous tush all the more forcefully as Lulu pushed the squeeze. There was no direction in which escape could be found for Twilight Sparkle, though. She sighed lustfully as she flexed the front leg slowly, bringing its knee to grind Sparkle's six pack back.

A good start, Lulu thought, as she began to fuck the daylights out of snatch-caught Sparkle.

Sparkle met Lulu's every grind with an erotic, enthusiastic vigor that was quite flattering. Giggling and grunting, the two had tender eyes for each other, and worshipful eyes for Mistress Sun, darting their gazes back and forth from the once more masturbating Solar Divine to their beloved partner. Flesh was rubbing here, it was true, but the act was more than just that-- more than just winking snatch adoring drooling cunt, more than hardened clit throbbing against big stiff clitty!

The sisterly regard and deep, lusty devotion Luna and Twilight Sparkle had for each other was enhanced by by the starkly overpowering scent of the trio's mixed lusts. It was everywhere, burning into the lungs of two of the alicorns, and even tickling at Mistress Sun's throat. The sinuous sexuality of it wound into their lungs, driving them to newer heights of doubled-- no, tripled pleasure. The fat hips and lovely mega-mams bounced and squirmed as the two tribbed their quivering pussies together, clits tenderly spanking light waves of pleasure to move up like electricity through one another. Yes, this. This is bliss, thought Lulu.

Her partner was certainly lost in it. My, Lulu observed, Some bitchy wenches make lovely gushers, don't they? Sparkle's lube was almost like a geyser, her tight little snatch soaking Lulu's in sweet, sticky slickness. Grunting and growling, Lulu couldn't help herself; as Sparkle submitted her cunt's pleasure to Lulu's, Lulu demonstrated how much stronger she was, how more dominant her massive quads than Sparkle's (admittedly gorgeously oversized) set were. She squeezed, tightening her knees against Sparkle's ass and belly, closer, closer, and closer still as Sparkle squirmed and giggled, writhing helplessly and wriggling her clit against Lulu's with erotic enthusiasm.

Lulu held Sparkle there for a few moments, then unclenched. The smaller giantess's legs and groin shifted wildly, labia stroking and winking to hungrily adore the navy-and-ethereum mound, but Lulu caught her, and clenched again. as though she was scissoring some foalish challenger to be beaten for Mistress Sun's amusement.

Not that Celestia would require such, but of course, in the fancy, Mistress Sun certainly did. Lulu had no fear for her younger partner. Sparkle was tough enough that it was all but a loving snuggle, cored around Lulu's mighty legs caressing and spanking Sparkle's eager ass and buff belly.

The Princess of the Night's cunt rewarded Sparkle's obedient slit, winking and gripping at Sparkle with every new gush, every time Sparkle's sinuous wriggling brought a lovely dance of nub to nub, electric pleasure going up and down both mares' bodies. She linked her lips and whinnied at dear Sparkle, who, as promised, could speak no words save "Sun!" or "Moon!" and both mistresses forgave the title's lapse. Her own cries of pleasure were swiftly drowned out by the squeals of Sparkle's climax. Lulu's pussy was not nearly as overwhelming, nor her fluids as directly arousing as Mistress Sun's, especially not to another alicorn-- but Sparkle was receptive, open, willing to give herself up, not merely to her tribadic partner, but to display to Mistress Sun her surrender and promise. Sparkle didn't fight the stimulating effects-- Lulu had more hallucinogen than Mistress Sun's aphrodisiac-- nor did she try to avoid falling into the trance-fucked state resulting.

I'm going to enjoy your dreams tonight, Sparkle.

The pair came together, literally, great flowing, clamping screams of delight. Not long after the first major wave hit, Mistress Sun began to masturbate again, and it was all Lulu could do to avoid throwing herself and Sparkle, pussies still grinding, directly at their beloved marefriend-owner-sister. Sparkle shoved herself forward, and Lulu was once again impressed; rather than trying to escape to lose herself in worshiping Mistress Sun's queenly quim, Sparkle wanted to display more, to give more, to surrender all she could.

As Luna watched, bemused, Sparkle propped herself up on the one elbow, and all but bent herself at a right angle, giving her greater leverage to lovingly (and rather limberly) "kiss" her cunt against Lulu's with defter motion. It also formed a lovely angle for Sparkle to reach over, and, stretching her massive arm to its full extension, to stroke and caress where the twin alicorn clits were rubbing close. Even as dual shockwaves of ecstatic pleasure, enhanced by the drug of the triplet alicorn pheromone clouds, hurled through navy alicorn and lavender alike, Sparkle kept up her desperate, skillful masturbatory aid to the tribadic bounce and grind.

I certainly can do no less than our beloved bitch, can I, Mistress Sun? thought Lulu, before pushing her lower hand up to stroke her flat nails over Sparkle's cushy-tough thighs, playing with the trembling muscles. She didn't personally need more stimulation, though she welcomed Sparkle's loving addition to their clit-humping. No; she had been ordered by her sister and mistress to fuck Twilight Sparkle, and fucked Twilight Sparkle would be.

Gentle slaps and careful rakes of her blunt fingertips soon inflicted loving torment upon Sparkle, Lulu's eagerness and memory for Sparkle's sensitive body her constant companion. As squealing Sparkle squirmed swifter, moaning and whinnying in nigh-constant orgasm, Lulu gyrated her hips in time with Sparkle, pressing their nethers together and flicking their sodden clits against each other over and over, feet curling and legs grasping tightly at one another. Lulu even managed to have eyes only for Sparkle, her lids pulling back and widening as she chewed her lower lip, watching the wriggling and whimpering mare as she quivered her quim back against Lulu's.

My sister-beta to be, realized Lulu. Tough-minded little cunt. So femininely strong. We shall have to double team the mistress' twat and ass in a few months when you're feeling better. Show her that our bossmare deserves utter respect and pleasure-- whether she wants it or not!

Lulu set off a last wailing wave of screaming creams in Sparkle with a firm, broad-handed slap on the smaller amazon's trembling tush and then grasped Sparkle's hand, pulling it away from their clits. Despite the awkwardness, the pair remained vertical, held by one arm each and the enthusiastic pumping of their wings. As Sparkle utterly lost her mind in a squirting eruption of pleasure, Lulu let herself be taken in by this exquisitely marely ejaculation, returning her own femmecum down onto Sparkle.

Climaxing herself, Mistress Sun moaned out the names of both of her beloved betas, shuddering and creaming openly down her gigantic thighs again. The room grew warmer as the Motherly Sun's lust flared hotter, and when Lulu and Sparkle collapsed in a heap, their groins, bellies, even thighs and asscracks, underrump, and so forth-- everything covered in each other's liquid bliss and their own.

Mistress Sun panted for a bit, dotingly smiling at her sweeties as they lay in a tangled heap. When the pair opted not to rise, however, to just lay entangled, she tsked. "Clearly, my sweet ones, you've been slacking in your stamina training. Your mistress will clearly need to help here…" She growled deeply, raising her hands to her massive mammaries, caressing around the tents of her nipples. She sunk two fingers deeply into fabric over her areolae, and groaned when her thick milk began to soak the tee, dampening it but almost maddeningly obscuring the shape of the fat teats, rather than releasing them.

As the two beta alicorns weakly struggled to their feet, Mistress Sun shook her head. "Faster!" she said cheerfully, closing her eyes and smiling from ear to ear.

None of which seemed to stop her from surrounding the duo in golden light and hauling them bodily over to herself, while her hands busied themselves with pulling her tee shirt up and back, almost to her chin, until the enormous swell of her topboob and sideboob locked the shirt back. When the pair came close, Mistress Sun grabbed them by the manes, settled them onto her knees like cranky foals, and forced their muzzles around her gigantic nipples.

She didn't even have to order them to start suckling. Lulu's mind was washed away in the bliss of her sister's body-hooking, soul-charging milk, only (yet better) able to obey Mistress Sun's every whim.

It was a good night.