Hunting Season

Twilight Sparkle bowed at the waist before her illustrious monarch, then rose and smiled at her beloved mentor and friend. She absently made a mental note to ask Fluttershy to stop storing spare cutie mark butterflies in her stomach. The ridiculous thought calmed Twilight, and she beamed broadly. "Celestia!"

The glorious Goddess of the Sun rose like a statue coming to life, her white robes flowing gracefully around her, trailing behind Celestia as she moved from her giant throne. The beautiful hourglass of her body seemed to hold all the sands of time, and she nodded gently to her hoofmaidens. "My dear little ponies, I would like some private time with my sister-of-soul," she said softly. Twilight maintained the utter control of her arousal that her demanding teacher had taught, and simply smiled, while inwardly, she reveled in the compliment. Nonetheless, it took almost all of her focus to keep her muscular body in check, to hold her burning lust and shining love under serenity.

The white-clad banner maidens attending Celestia, four seemingly identical mares, tall and shapely for normal little ponies but dwarfed in this company, rose and bowed, first to her and then to Twilight. They carried themselves with a stately grace, and she knew they were of deadly might if Celestia ordered it, for all they barely came up to Twilight's breasts. "Your highnesses," they said in unison, and then giggled. "May we have the use of the salle and two of your hyper guards, serene highness?" the senior hoofmaiden asked of Celestia.

She nodded regally in answer, her every movement perfectly controlled in a smooth inclination. "Of course, my dears." She pondered a bit. "Speak to Sergeant Heliotrope," she eventually decided. "I seem to recall her saying that two of her new mares could use a lesson that size does not always grant victory." The hoofmaidens bowed again, giving each other wicked grins. They headed with swift grace towards the door, hugging Twilight on the way past. One of them, barely distinguishable from the others in their shared garb and coiffure, leaned up as far as she could in order to whisper to Twilight, much to Celestia's amusement.

"May I…" began the hoofmaiden, before being interrupted.

Twilight laughed, and ducked down to hug smaller mare affectionately, squeezing her shoulders lightly. "Sunflower," she said with a quick smile, and stroked the hoofmaiden's mane, "My Elements aren't really a herd." Yet, thought a nervous part of her. "And I'm not the bossmare. Fluttershy would love to see you." Sunflower squealed, and Celestia and the other hoofmaidens managed not to roll their eyes at Twilight's denials.

After the hoofmaidens filed out, Twilight let out a small gasp. Simply being in Celestia's presence… Celestia masked much of her radiance with even ponies close to her, such as Sunflower and her partners, but Twilight's mind and spirit were open to so much more. She knew in whose divine aura she stood, and Celestia was slowly relaxing her controls. First was the realization of size, not merely immense height but also her overwhelming curves-- impossibly luscious, ridiculously bouncy breasts and hips that somehow, just moments before, Celestia had contrived to appear as "merely" motherly.

Then, her bare arms-- it was like they had been sleeved in some ephemera of gentleness that had flown away in unseen wind. Massive muscles, potent and shapely, were now abruptly obvious, as they should always have been. Power and threat and raw sexuality were on display from a mare whom most knew only as the kindly and slightly eccentric Princess of the Sun. Twilight held her body and jaw rigid, forcing herself to adapt and withstand the beautiful magnetism of her beloved.

Celestia waited calmly for a few moments, smiling beatifically at Twilight. Her gentle compassion had not been lost in the onrush, after all; merely joined by other attributes. She towered above her faithful student, even years after Twilight's own ascension, and Twilight knew that beneath long, flowing robes was the conquering physique of the single most powerful, gorgeous, and skilled entities on the planet. Only another incarnate goddess, with the stolen love of a nigh-demigod, or the millennia-old machinations of a plenipotent god of Chaos had managed to still her, and Twilight couldn't help but speculate about whether or not either had been as deliberate as the encounter with Celestia's possessed sister.

Eventually, Twilight broke, just slightly before the invisible corona's pressure, whimpering lovingly at the senior goddess above her. "P-princess..."

"I'm so sorry, Twilight," Celestia told her with a self-deprecating smile. "So few truly touch my funny bone like you do. But I'm proud of how long you lasted, my faithful student." The giant goddess stepped forward with a small, almost innocent roll of her fertile hips. Flowing robes might conceal some of her alabaster, amazonian attraction, but they could not hide the swell of the most curvaceous hips that had ever graced their world, nor the mighty heave of her bosom, despite the carefully arranged bra-- chosen always to avoid overwhelming her dear little ponies.

Twilight saw, though, and Twilight knew, for she had been permitted to know the mare beneath the robes, and between the sheets. She smiled brilliantly at Celestia's pride, maintaining her gaze on her mentor's eyes. Her mistress' eyes. "He's here, Celestia," she said softly. "I've done my best, and…" She blushed. "I think, more than ever, he wants to be his best not just for himself, not just for his parents, but for all of us." Twilight grinned cheekily at her mistress. "Even Barb and the Crusaders. Even ponies he doesn't know, beings he doesn't know. He's got a strong heart, Celesti-ia" she said, her voice cracking a bit.

"So proud," Celestia repeated, as she glided forward, impossible grace matching amazing strength. Just a little bit shorter, her shoes, simple pumps left behind her. She wrapped her arms around the muscular Princess of Magic, picking her up into a solid hug and rubbing her cheek against Twilight's. She held Twilight in her arms as though an overstuffed plush animal, just cuddling, as secretly, Twilight's lust whimpered within the quiet of her thoughts. Knowing what she was earning, Twilight wrapped her arms, mighty but nigh-twigs to Celestia, back around her mentor, and just hugged her for as long as Celestia desired.

Eventually, the giantess let her amazonian student down on her own two feet. "As faithful a student and as wise a Princess as I've ever seen," she said, and touched the supreme swell of her cleavage. "Myself included, dear Twilight. You've come so far from Smarty Pants."

Twilight blushed and stammered, merely repeating, "P-p-princess," her eyes flicking back and forth under the unexpected praise.

Celestia giggled sweetly. "Sorry, my dear, but you are so adorable!" Lust flushed over Celestia's face, and she turned her muzzle up slightly, chewing on one edge of her lower lip. "A reward, I think. My faithful student. What would reward you, mm?" she asked. A broad-calved lower leg appeared from her robes, unclad, her size-thirty foot bare.

Twilight sank to one knee, resting one hand on the warm floor, one bulging forearm on her upper knee. There was a moment of trembling-- her entire arm was smaller than the revealed calf, for all her supposed strength. She knew Celestia wasn't offering much. Couldn't; loved her too dearly to take her this often. "I seek only to please, Mistress Sun," Twilight said. "May I have the gift of worshipping you?"

Celestia glided still closer to Twilight, letting her dearest student feel more of her empyreal strength, more of the pressure of her soul. Her flowing hair's glow flared, casting multicolored glimmers throughout the room, shards and auroras that created a trance-inducing backdrop to the whole affair. Twilight forced herself, mind and body, to remain fixed and kneeling before her mistress.

Celestia carefully considered Twilight, and suppressed her sadness as purpose triumphed over romance. "Were the duties upon our shoulders lighter, my dear love, my little pet, I would carry you away to my bower and never let you depart my side," she said softly, testing Twilight's will. So proud, was Celestia. Even Luna could barely withstand more than her Twilight, these days, and her heart cursed the millennium lost to her sister.

"Duty remains, my mistress," Twilight said softly, and though kneeling, raised her face to look directly, almost defiantly, into Celestia's sweet light. "We begin the training of one who will let me taste of your essence the more?" she pleaded; her case for the future, for their hearts.

Smiling all the brighter, Celestia moved to just in front of the kneeling Twilight. Daintly, she grasped her robe, pulling it out of the way, and lifted her bare foot to Twilight's raised knee. Twilight let out a soft groan as just the touch sent echoing responses of pleasure and desire throughout her body. Determined, Twilight latched down on the fresh rush from her cunt. She would not shame herself; she refused to let her failure shame Celestia.

Celestia beamed down at the questioning, quivering face, so deeply proud. "Forgo some discipline for me, love," she told Twilight. "Let me scent the heat of my pretty mare, but don't cum until you've polished my foot and muscles well." Twilight ducked her head to kiss the top of the huge foot dominating her potent leg effortlessly. "No higher than the knee, Twilight," Celestia warned sternly, and Twilight nodded.

Twilight kissed and licked lovingly at Celestia's gorgeous foot. She nuzzled at the firmness, adored the perfect smoothness, and lapped her tongue tenderly between her mistress' toes. After suckling each beautiful digit, she looked up and shivered. "Mistress, I don't think I'd be fit to run my…" She sighed, "My herd, yes, Mistress Sun, for an entire day, if you were to permit me your thigh. Let alone…"

"Sshh, faithful student, dear pet," Celestia responded. "I desire the same. Could I simply forget the world and my little ponies, I would steal you and Luna and the little loves you trained up for me away, including young Shadow Hopper." She chuckled lightly and tilted her colossal leg and foot, raising them slightly to give Twilight easier access.

"Duty remains, my mistress," Twilight said, kissing her beloved's arch and pad slowly, licking tenderly. "Or I would use my breasts to --"

Celestia giggled, a joyful interruption, and Twilight fell back to silent adoration with her devoted lips and eager tongue. "Your breasts are a lover's delight, Twilight, but they're not particularly absorbent. I'm afraid you permit your horniness to overcome your common sense there, my dear little pet." Her playful wink set terms, and Twilight's heart soared.

She gave Celestia a bratty smile, and began to kiss and lick at Celestia's ankle. She scraped her tongue slowly over Celestia's achilles' tendon, smooching it as daintily as she would her mistress' cheeks. Either cheeks. Suddenly, she shuddered as she kissed Celestia's calf. The overwhelming power, well, nearly overwhelmed her. Her panties drenched, Twilight whimpered and looked up at Celestia. "Mistress Sun, you are so glorious, my naughty pussy..."

Celestia reached down to slowly stroke her elegant, strong fingers through her student's striped mane. "Just a bit higher, my faithful student. I'm so proud of you. Hold out for me?"

Twilight moaned softly and forced herself to find an answer in words rather than grunts. "For you, Mistress Sun," she said, staring up in awe. Her tongue lapped slowly at the powerful mass, back and around, up and down over Celestia's shin. Steadily, carefully, not permitting herself desperation, Twilight completed her task. She rummaged around in her t-shirt, pulled a handkerchief out of her cleavage, and carefully dried the bottom of Celestia's beautiful foot, making each stroke a loving massage.

Celestia pressed her proud foot down on Twilight's knee once more and nodded with half-lidded eyes over a half-smile. "That's it, almost done, my dear pet," she whispered, gritting her teeth for a moment, and then let out a sparkling laugh. "Remember, I burn for this as well, my faithful student. Long Tom and the other faithful Knights of my Bedchamber will sing hearty praises to you this night." A fierce growl escaped Celestia's lips, and Twilight whimpered in submissive lust, her whole body trembling as she fought against the urge to finish quickly. Celestia gave Twilight a saucy look. "I'll make sure of it."

Twilight laughed, because Celestia let her, and at the last, as she dried Celestia's shin, stole a kiss from behind the larger alicorn's knee.

Laughing her approval, Celestia took her foot back down, and it disappeared beneath her robes for the now. "Bratty student. Would that I could spank you more, yes, I see you flagging your tail." She smiled fondly. "On both knees, I think," she said, and Twilight instantly obeyed. Celestia nodded, and walked slowly back to her shoes and her throne. "Cum, Twilight. Cream for your mistress."

Twilight's long wail was Celestia's name. Not mistress, not Mistress Sun, just Celestia, long and proud, a warrior's yell charging into battle and crying out her general like a talisman. Celestia sat on her throne, and smiled softly. "I love you too, Twilight. Now go freshen up," she said.