The Moon's Illusions

by Troublesome Beast

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Anthro, Princess Luna, Porn, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Sex, Slice of Life
Length: 8442

Luna shares a moment of comfort and sensuality with her archmage, Trixie Lulamoon

Princess Luna, the Warmistress of Equestria, is in many ways a reminder of a wilder age of ponies. A massive giantess and quite possibly the deadliest warrior Epona has ever known, she sometimes feels out of place among the harmonious children of her sister's thousand years of peace. But more ponies than ever love her beautiful night, and dearest among them is the Archmage of Illusions, Luna's high priestess Beatrix Lulamoon. If her sweet Lulamoon feels distress, then must her goddess not give her comfort?

Contains: Lesbian light domination and magical sex, analingus, trance/spiritual sex partially involving unusual use of a tail, a very hyper-everything giantess Luna, and nipple fucks you, or at least fucks Trixie.

Also, a passing reference to asstromancy, because I'm weird.

Big thanks to Noble Cause for editing!

Art by Suikuzu, used without permission. Please send a PM if you want it taken down.

Published 2016-07-29 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-29 19:10:01 UTC

Comfort Comes in Many Guises

Author's Note

Although this branches off from Hunting Season Chapters 16 and 20, reading either honestly isn't that important to understanding the immediate context; Trixie is Luna's premiere spiritual and magical adviser, and long-term submissive lover. She's feeling rather nervous about the future of the latter relationship, and Luna, who's actually becoming more positive on the notion, provides reassurance.

And sex.

If you want to know more about my strange take on Trixie, I wrote it up late last night here: Trixie Lulamoon in the Hyperverse

Comfort Comes in Many Guises

Luna rested her broad forearms on her balcony, leaning forward and looking out at the rise of her old friend, a bright sliver, but waxing now. Second oldest, she supposed, especially now, save her sister. The cool night air befriended her naked hide, stroking along her muscular form with a loving breeze. For a moment, her fingers uncurled from the railings and her wings began to unfurl, a mad urge to fly into the sky, clad in nothing save her night ran through her as the breeze passed from chiseled quad to washboard abs, curling around mountainous bosom and teasing at her sculpted shoulders.

The wind curled along her ethereal mane, dancing in the dark ephemera before blowing away, taking the compulsion with it. Ah, but the dance of passion, she thought. Her ears flicked lightly as she thought of the two delicious youths even now reacquainting with each others' bodies; she'd known Celly would have relied too much on the plan! "But that was why I was there, I suppose, and does my epiphany now tighten your loins, sister?" she whispered, resting her colossal rack atop her extensors, "Knowing that I am fully dedicated to your plan's success, and convinced of its merit for me as well?"

Luna's mind leapt from sister to students, muscular, gorgeous mares all. Well, and one sweet enough stud of an apprentice, a nice little bonus to the marvel of warmares that formed the royal bachelorette herd. "Together, now; your student, my apprentice. And the Pink One remains with your student-- with us, with our little ponies! Hah!"

Abruptly, she gave in to the echoes of earlier passion, pulled herself skywards with a thrust of her mountainous legs and a tornado-calling pump of her broad wings, spiralling with victory before slowly returning to her balcony. As her broad feet shook the reinforced platform, she snapped her fingers in the direction of her sister's tower. "That, Celly, for your fears when I first suggested the pact! She proved true, Pink Laughter did. Native enough for windigos to feed, arcane enough to arm us against the future."

She muttered to herself, drumming fingers against her magnificent biceps. She did have to concede that Celly had been proven right that the Pink One had been too vulnerable to chaos to loose against Discord. "Better this way," she reassured herself. "Surely." Her mind wandered on through the day and the plans for the future; her soul ever protective of and over dreamers. With a sigh, she reassured herself that the dreamscape entire remained secure, and debated what to do with the hours until Midnight Court. At that, a door slid open in silence, cushioned by a skilled mage's instinctive skills mixed to her pretty showmare's sense of the dramatic.

Near enough to silence. Luna's lips curled just slightly at the edges.

Permitting her archmage to walk over quietly and in seeming stealth, the curl turned to a smirk when she got too close. "Trixie Lulamoon," Luna said, abruptly cocking a muscular hip towards the illusionist's face, "You wear too much in your goddess' presence."

Not answering at first, the lithe unicorn-- slightly tall for a normal mare, but but only barely reaching her beloved princess' waist-- moved as though her sneak had been successful. The soft plush of Trixie's big, soft breasts ground against her mistress' muscular thighs as she panted lightly. Her deft, graceful fingers made shy strokes over the giant, pert curves of Luna's hard, shapely glutes, and the potent giantess chuckled softly. "Trixie." she said, voice stern.

"Sorry, Mistress," came the rolling Neigh Orleans tones of her archmage. Luna groaned with approval as begging fingers caressed and massaged expertly at her giant rump. She shifted slightly on her heels, grinding her firm cheeks back against hands both strong and supple from sleight of hand mastery that the little one still maintained. A few moments later, she heard a little choke from her most powerful servant and submissive, followed by a hesitant kiss on her navy-hided cheek, shy lips not even bussing her cutie mark. "Trixie is feeling a little nervous. May she keep her hat on?"

The sensation was fleeting, a light surrender of her archmage's tension that nonetheless sent delicious promise rippling up along her sculpted back and sent her wide wings flickering softly. Luna inclined her head, the flowing starfield of her mane blowing backwards as though to shelter Trixie beneath its strange shadow. Ah, she thought sadly, My sweet magician is wary of the future my apprentice brings.

The massive alicorn considered the matter briefly, muscles tensing lightly under her dark hide. The amazonian giantess took deep pride in her sheer mass and definition, yet it was tenderness-- and, aye, some frivolity-- that she chose as her weapon now. She shifted her heels out slightly, bracing the sides of her feet against the railings' support. Trixie's breath caught behind her, breathing becoming more rapid as the move parted Luna's cabled and majestic thighs enough for the archmage to catch faintest sight of dewy, navy labia, yet to fill her lungs with the uninterrupted scent of her goddess' arousal.

Then Luna smacked Trixie lightly in the face with the billowing mass of her ethereal tail. As Trixie let out a surprised whicker and involuntary giggle, Luna let the animated assemblage curl around those elegantly slender shoulders, to stroke the little mare's heavy breasts and caress Trixie's elegant back in sinuous back and forth strokes. "On one condition only, my Lulamoon," Luna said with a gentle purr, "If you please your goddess and divest yourself of the third person-- again."

Silence reigned for a moment, but Luna felt Trixie's magic, and judged it to be sufficient to teleport away all the little unicorn's garments save a certain precious, deep violet hat. She let out a pleased sigh as she felt tense little fingers beginning to worship her mighty maximal gluteus muscles once more. Small touches but swift and sure, dedicating themselves to kneading proper and tender adoration running up and down the divine musculature. "Fine. Tyrant goddess," grumped Trixie, slightly muffled by the free flowing ethereal tail around her face. Of course, she seemed no less eager to squish the pliant flesh of her huge melons into Luna's grandly muscular quads; indeed, her stiff, fat nips seemed especially excited to run down the hard definition of the Lunar Legs.

Squirming her hard-packed glutes lightly back as she felt moist pressure on her inky hide, Luna suppressed the urge to turn around. She licked the air, tasting the sweetness of a certain horny submissive, the tang of it bringing a slow but inevitable curve to her dark lips. This veiling Trixie's nervousness from her princess' sight by the facile means of simply not turning around-- well. An old game betwixt her and her archmage, and one she hoped would reassure the poor little mare.

Letting out a fillyish giggle, Luna noted, "Tyrant I may be, or not, Trixie Lulamoon, but I sense no change in the loving squeeze of your talented fingers. For that matter, if I am a tyrant true, why then are your lips pressed so fiercely fond upon my hindquarters?" She flexed, making the rounded mass of muscle bulk and swell stiffly, showing off what she well knew to be Trixie's second favorite part of her goddess' anatomy.

Luna was not disappointed. Little sweet pecks ran over her taut hind end, the ticklish sensation of the smaller mare navigating the currents of her tail a lovely addition. "Someone else's lips, mistress. Spy acrobat lackeys, very dangerous. And your tyrannish tail has me caught. Alas. Alack." For all Trixie's pertness, her deft hands ran familiar, relaxing paths over the beautiful power of Luna's tush. Relaxing to them both; Luna heard the tension evaporate from Trixie's breathing as she nuzzled against Luna's flexed ass.

With a low chuckle, Luna leveled more of her immense weight against the railing. "Spy acrobat lackeys, such as the clever mares out of Neighpon, come to-- mm. Ambush massage the Moon's Globes?" she asked with a gay laugh. Since the railing was not merely decorative, but designed to anchor the castle's primary shield defenses, even her giant stature could rest against it easily, and she purred with delight as she felt the band of her forearms shoved up into her perky Z-cup tits. As she dipped forward, she swung her feet about casually, first bumping her right rear cheek, then the left, into Trixie's bussing face. She hooked her feet around the outside of the support railing, heels against the balcony floor, and relaxed the tight flex of her gorgeously massive ass, just in time to rub it proprietarily over Trixie's muzzle.

A scent floated up. Thus, Luna tugged aside her tail, letting the gossamer pull of her hairstrands drape briefly over Trixie's naked form before flagging completely. Ah, the bouquet of my pretty, powerful pet preparing to be owned. Is there aught sweeter not found between the thighs of my fellow alicorns? The mares, at least. She dismissed Shadow Hopper from her thoughts for the moment. The taste of his delectable cum aside, Luna found him to be but adequate in aroma, thus far. She rumbled, her giant form tensing and bulging with her strength-- and her mirth. "If it is my tail that held you captive, Trixie Lulamoon, what make you then of my arse unveiled?"

She heard Trixie's breath catch, felt the little mare's fingers tense into Luna's potent gluteal muscles, and found the scent of Trixie's arousal a pleasant enough admission on its own. But the submission-- ah, better still. Trixie's voice trembled. "You caught me, mistress," she said softly, turning her head to rest her cheek against Luna's, the strands of her wild frosty mane tickling Luna's sensitive cutie mark. "Like you always do. I belong to you, my goddess. My Lady. And I love my place at your ass."

Luna let out a long, nickering groan as she felt Trixie's talented tongue start to lap and caress its way across her taut rump cheek. Special attention was paid by the illusionist to Luna's cutie mark, pressing the strong, moist organ in, before Trixie began to inexorably move herself towards Luna's crack. Licking her lips, Luna rumbled, her voice stilling Trixie a mere hair's breadth from diving between the Lunar cheeks, "Remember that thou art highest among my servants and high in the honors of the land, Trixie Lulamoon. No more cherished mortal is bound to my service, and I count thee dear to my heart, not merely mine loins. Thy place, mare, is to please thy goddess-- and know that she has high expectations of you!"

Her flaring hips shifting and twitching with anticipation, Luna groaned eagerly. Long dark wings stroked back and down, caressing Trixie's slender shoulders. The same deep rumble followed. "That said, your goddess wants her ass drilled, my dear one. To work with you." Luna once more demonstrated her supreme muscle control, and as she brought her fingers up to stroke at her soup-can sized nipples, she flexed her glutes apart and held them, exposing her well-cleaned anus for Trixie's mouth.

It seemed that Trixie didn't need more of a command than that. Luna's toes curled around the edge of the balcony, a long, pleasured sigh escaping her throat as her archmage began to kiss eagerly along the firm, toned cheeks. Trixie's lips found purchase, her muzzle fitting in to her mistress-goddess' asscrack as it had so many times before. Growling, Luna stroked Trixie's back with her feathertips, encouraging the adoring illusionist as she utilized her prehensile upper lip to squeeze and caress at the tight entrance ring.

Trixie's frantic whimpers-- and the hardness of her right nipple as it pressed against the back bulge of Luna's titanic thigh muscles-- were amazingly flattering. Under my spell, my Lulamoon, thought Luna. I'll have our sport, and tend to thy worry, my pet.

Luna hissed with delight as she tugged her strong fingers along the hyper-sensitive flesh of her proud, stiff nipples, the dark black areola behind puffy with her arousal. "More, Lulamoon. Thy full worship, my dear one," she demanded. The lunar goddess was not ungenerous with her beloved archmage; as Trixie's tender worship plied Luna's anus, a glow surrounded the amazonian alicorn's horn, a cobalt energy matched by the fields generated to spread Trixie's thighs and tenderly embrace her vulva.

Though Trixie needed no reward to offer due lingual reverence to her giant mistress' anus, Luna adored her sardonic archmage and in turn needed no prompting to reward her. The fields seizing Trixie's clenching cunny began to vibrate, massaging and fondling with amorphous flexibility. A hardened "knot" of the magic curled over Trixie's clit, teasing it lightly. The lithe yet heavy-titted mortal wailed in stimulated delectation, her voice muffled by the curvy, suckable glutes that surrounded her ass-loving face.

Luna resisted the urge to simply stretch her beloved sub's cunt and make Trixie squeal into her rump. The archmage's razor wit and fiery will had been tempered and reforged in Luna's service, raised from a selfish desire for praise to a love of brilliant illusions and the undying mental force to bring dreams to life. But Trixie stood now beneath the lusty ass of a multimillenial goddess, and if Luna could not so easily break her lovers as Celestia, she had but scant less need for care.

Reveling in the strength of her Lulamoon pet, Luna nonetheless knew it would be so easy to drive her pleasure over the poor thing until she became naught more than a moonswept slave. That the wondrous mind behind the eagerly wriggling tongue, even now lovingly caressing Luna's sphincter, was already Luna's completely aided; but it simply meant that she could accept light climaxes, such as those a squad of her Night Guard might take. Still…

As Luna panted and groaned with her own pleasures, she did not trust to mere passives and the results of her own sexual release to tend to her dear pet! No, she molded the telekinetic fields within Trixie, plying the smaller mare's cunt with intimate and divine skill, matching each rotation, each subtle variation and unsubtle knob of force, to Trixie's twat's needs, to better magic-fuck the squirming slut-love as she went.

Luna's feet spread wider; her quads bulged with nigh-explosive majesty, huge, cabled masses flexing and rippling as euphoria spread through her body. Her puffy vulva let loose a rain of rich-scented musk as she let out a low, long moan. Pheromones that carried the demands of worship and the rewards of lunacy were even now surrounding and invading Luna's precious Lulamoon. Were invading the wench that Luna claimed as her very own; indeed, Luna could scent even now that her archmage's bewitched cunt left a positive puddle of arousal on the floor beneath her, driven only by Luna's own pleasure invading her brain and making her feel that orgasmic warmth, the soft fondle of feverishly soaked dreams lingering over every nerve that Trixie possessed.

Fingers clenching at the taut majesty of Luna's flexed rump, Trixie rolled and fluttered her tongue deeply within her mistress' anus. Each flare of her nostrils, each muffled groan around her deep-probing tongue forced more of the rich psychoactive and pleasure-inducing scent to flow into the dedicated illusionist's burning lungs. Had either of them desired, Trixie could have foretold the future simply from eating out Luna's divine ass, and gotten reliable results beyond "you will make your goddess climax." This was not that night, though; tonight, Luna sought comfort in her high priestess' devotion, and to grant a gift of reassurance to her needy lover. And pleasure, ever pleasure.

Luna tended Trixie well through those euphoric moments. Her stuffed sex gushed around the forcefield vibrator that claimed her, and her clit-- Luna subjected Trixie's stiff little clitty to careful but constant manipulation in its own halo of Luna's magic. She combined them, suffusing Trixie's core with constantly spiraling, clenching waves of pure sexual stimulation, her very flesh and skin suffused with the radiant output of her lovingly overwhelmed nervous system!

Groaning and panting, Luna slowly flexed her magnificent, wideswept hips backwards, grinding the pert muscularity of her glutes over Trixie's devoted face. The light blue-hided illusionist reached in between awe-inspiring thighs, bedecked and formed of quadriceps that could casually turn mountains into dust and bring the divinities of other races to their knees. She had no fear; even as her talented fingers began to stroke at Luna's fat vulva, even as the trembles of delight ran through the mighty warmistress-goddess, she was ever safe as Luna's submissive. As her slave, in nature, if never in name nor ever in so base and untreasured a state.

True, Trixie Lulamoon was an owned mare. Her body, her mind, and her soul belonged to the navy-hided alicorn whose anus she lovingly prenched, whose gushing pussy she worshiped with the slow strokes of supple fingers. Those selfsame fingers, as they reverentially approached Luna's stiff, throbbing clitty, belonged there, were but vessels for the will of Luna, their devoted circling at the sensitive nub ultimately her reason for existing, in that moment.

But she lived and exulted in the ownership, no beaten and despised wretch she. Even as Luna began to groan and nicker in her ardor, her tail returned, caressing the small mare, stroking her back with ethereal winds. She rumbled, "Aye, my sweet, as thou hast felt before. Let my magic suffuse thee. Open thy soul to me, my loved little pony, and be made whole and new once more."

Hat bobbing wildly, Trixie began to thrust her muzzle against Luna's asshole, desperately flicking her tongue in and adoring the sensitive ring of muscle with all her will. She surrendered utterly to Luna; Luna felt the soul at her rump tie itself ever tighter. Surrounded by Luna's intoxicating musk, Trixie fell into Luna's dreams, her body awake and obedient, but her mind on a wild romp. Luna let her fly free in fancy, to dream of fame and the rewards of her skill as well as service; for were these not what fate and Luna doled out together for the resurgent Lulamoon?

Climax hit; Trixie, first, Luna's still requiring more as she conscientiously held herself back from using Trixie as a mere plaything and implement of her own lusts. Unlike lesser dominants, Luna had no need to verbally command Trixie to climax. Trixie's surrender had brought her into Luna's realm, and as Luna's tail caressed the squirming little mare, it interpenetrated with her flesh. No harm, never harm or damage; but the winds of space and Moon stroked through Trixie's spine, through her core, through her drenched pussy., and the flick of Luna's dock sent shockwaves of ecstasy through the hallucinating archmage.

Trixie came with every nerve and neuron of pleasure in her drawn through the blessed stroke of her mistress' tail. She climaxed, but never left her ardent amatory effort for her princess' glorious ass, muffled groans and panting sighs that merely pumped more of Luna's pheromones into her burning lungs. Her tongue never left Luna's taut tush, wriggling and circling, deeper, as deep as her mouth between Luna's perfect glutes would permit. Trixie aggressively worshipped and massaged each part of Luna's waiting anus with her the strong, moist organ.

Luna bore down on Trixie, her starfield-haired mound sopping over the little light blue fingers, her cunt clenching and winking as though the tongue worshipped lustfully at her fluttering folds instead. Trixie had her clittoral ritual down flawless, a subtle and unrelenting celebration of the pleasure of the Goddess of the Moon. Gasping in ecstasy, Luna's titanically burly arms reached up behind her head, and her strong hands gathered her flowing locks, the starswept void of her mane piling up and flowing through her fingers.

Though she had to contain much of her fevered delight or risk ensnaring Trixie forever in erotic dreams, Luna made it over to a light orgasm of her own. Her mighty quads flexed, rocky promontories of upthrust mountains surrounding the worshipful Lulamoon. Her abdominals rippled and tensed as though some well-tamed stud's cock thrusted within her gushing cunt, and she flooded the drugging delight of her femmecum over Trixie's increasingly feverish hands.

Needless to say, even after Luna banished the telekinetic toys she masturbated Trixie with, the archmage kept cumming and cumming. Luna's forbearance kept her from the gulf, but a mere mortal thus showered in the evidence and product of her alicorn princess' orgasm is one that is caught in a sort of natural alchemy, that pleasure transmitting itself upon a less hardy frame. Eventually, Luna merely extricated herself from atop Trixie's tongue, raising an immense and immensely strong leg up and taking the expediency of merely stepping over Trixie's head.

Once thus viewing her trembling archmage, her spasming submissive, Luna reached down and swept her up, carrying her orgasmically writhing frame against Luna's gigantic Z-cup bust. She held Trixie there, magically cleansing her mouth to prepare for the next phase of their lovemaking, but also simply holding her, letting her pretty slut-love have the full release that would be denied Luna until her sister had the time to fist-wreck Luna's cunt again.

Or until dear Twilight trained them up a good herd-husband to satisfy the lusts of alicorn mares, at least. For all the stumbles, the results were promising. Luna walked slowly over to an extended deck chair sized for herself, and lay atop it, staring up at her cuddlebug Moon, letting its rays speed Trixie's mind to wakeful attendance upon her mistress.

Trixie Lulamoon slowly became vaguely aware that concepts like gravity and breathing and a solitary position in the spacetime continuum were beginning to apply once more. The euphoric rush of pleasure had mostly left her, her limbs feeling so heavy, the toned and trained body in which she took such pride all limp and noodly. She attempted to express her eloquent displeasure at this turn of events, and mumbled, "Mrpmhm. Why does … walruses shouldn't wear fezzes… Wha!"

She sighed at herself. Yes, Great and Eloquent Trixie, wow the crowd… Wait. No crowd. I'm having problems seeing, I feel like I just got home from a convention of lesbian hyper mares where I was the guest of honor, I seem to remember furniture coming to life and imparting the secrets of the universe, and I am definitely lying on top of a lot of muscular, taught hide. Muzzily, Trixie shifted, stroking the still stiff nipples of her double-G breasts against, yes, the most perfect abs in all of reality. She reached up, patted her hat to make sure the mistress hadn't knocked it off the castle again, and then limberly snaked up her beloved goddess' torso, softly pressing the weight of her smaller rack into Luna's grand mammary mountains. "Thank you for the honor, my goddess," Trixie said softly, all thoughts of her dignity and position aside as she smiled like a goof, perhaps even as wildly undignified as a stallion.

The comforting mass of forearms larger than Trixie's legs covered her back, huge, chiseled flexors pressing in comfortably against the showmare's still-toned butt, even if more lushness padded the trained muscles than she'd had in her youth. Luna quietly said, "Ah, you return to me, sweetling. Know that I am pleased with you well, for your loving devotion as much as your loving tongue." Trixie had felt her mistress' speech even before the words resolved; not merely from the mental mugginess of the Lunar pheromonal cocktail, but from the feeling of Luna's magnificently gorgeous Z-cups bobbing up against Trixie's smaller rack, slapping the "little" mortal GG-cups gently with those immense nipples that Trixie so loved having her mouth distended around.

Luna's short praise literally made Trixie's toes curl with delight. Honestly, how someone could ever feel less than orgasmic over a goddess, your goddess praising you, she thought smugly and leaned up to kiss the giant alicorn. She'd meant to simply buss against Luna's dark, corded neck, but the princess had decided she wanted a further taste of her Lulamoon, and gently pressed her larger muzzle to Trixie's, lips coming together in a sweet instant. Brief, but tingly, Trixie gasped, doing her best not to let her pussy gush too much over her beloved mistress' lap.

She didn't succeed entirely; as the massively muscled thighs shifted beneath Trixie's kneeling legs, Luna's nostrils flared and her lips curling back in a salacious smile of appreciation. "I've a love for your bouquet, my sweet," rumbled the giant princess. "And I've a liking for how it feels on the hide. Tarry your pleasures not; spend your lust for your mistress freely… and copiously, my little flatterer."

Her core clenched. Permission. I am blessed. "Don't have to tell Tr… tell me twice, mistress," Trixie said, laughing. Her lips were out of range of Luna's now, so she simply snuggled her head in beneath Luna's chin, tilting carefully to keep her horn out of the way. She licked and nibbled at the delicious expanse of her mighty princess' muscular shoulders, tasting the strength the broad expanse as her slit leaked endlessly.

Luna's fingers squeezed up and down over Trixie's back. She might have objected to the loss of warmth, but Trixie didn't like objecting to the mistress under most circumstances, and as for now… The ministering touches of her mistress floored Trixie, all but melting her into her mistress' cleavage. She almost fell in anyway! But that won't do, she resolved, and began to force herself to remain active and focused, kissing and licking eagerly at the lush, beautiful expanse of those enormous melons.

Gentle lips pressed against Trixie's forehead. "Ah, my poor little pet," Luna said quietly, her big hands settling proprietarily down low on the magician-archmage, one big palm covering her exquisite derriere, the other gently squeezing the lower half of Trixie's back. Ill at ease with the future?" She pressed in gently, firmly forcing the smaller mare into her cleavage for all her earlier attempts to stay at duty pleasuring her mistress, instead.

Indeed, Trixie let out a long groan as one of Luna's thick fingers, huge and deft, forced its way between Trixie's curvy thighs as she squirmed. She gasped as it firmly penetrated her, as her mistress owned her body yet again. "Trixie is sorry, mistress," she mumbled. She couldn't help it. She whimpered her need and panted, forcing herself to calm. "I… So much of my life is bound up in my love for you, my goddess. I know you don't want me to hate him for being a colt, but stallions are just so possessive! I don't know that he'll let me be yours any more. Only you should make that decision!"

Luna held Trixie close for a few moments, just filling her with that thick finger, and Trixie reveled in the warmth. She exhaled quietly, but before she could apologize, Luna asked, "I haven't taken you on walks through his dreams, have I?" Blinking, Trixie squirmed as Luna pressed her slight body deeper into that deep, perky cleavage, and shook her head. Luna's grin sung quite audibly in her voice. "Among other reasons, because you have neither interest in matters erotic involving males, nor in potentially developing sympathy for the lad."

Grousing, Trixie muttered, "That's not the only reason I object to the speed of this marriage arrangement, mistress!" The chuckles around her were enticing, the great wobbling masses of navy breastflesh warm and massaging around Trixie's trapped torso, and they held no mockery. A moan escaped her, her pussy squeezing and fluttering around Luna's digit, still as it might be.

Luna admitted, "Indeed it is not, my archmage. Peace; I have heard and indeed repeated your concerns to my sister. But the matter is shut and done." Her finger began to work in Trixie's moist cunny, a slow and even stimulation that left the magician panting, her chest heaving within Luna's cleavage as the giant amazon continued to explain. "Will you trust your goddess, then, when I tell you that he would find this closeness between us-- aye, and my finger fulfilling your ardency-- to be all the more attractive. Hst!" she chided as Trixie began to complain again. "You shall not berate the lad when his lusts are in your favor. Nor when your goddess also appreciates watching such a display of a talented switch subordinate, 'Great and Erotic Mistress Trixie,' mm?"

Trixie is not answering that. Trixie doesn't have to, either, not when mistress is knuckle deep in her, the archmage thought while exaggerating her groans and clenching her kegels down around the talented invasion of her sex. Her mistress' amused laughter held a trace more tease in it than before, but Trixie found contentment in it nonetheless.

Slowly, Luna pulled Trixie from within her tight cleavage, nickering appreciatively. "Your body caresses me so fondly that I almost hate to remove my finger, little one, but I've a different sport for us now that you've rejoined me," she said and kissed Trixie fiercely, her tongue invading Trixie's lips and sweetly wrestling Trixie's tongue within.

Once the edged magician was released from her kiss and she'd licked Trixie's honey from her finger, Luna smirked and cradled her close in her giant arms once again. "I l-live to serve, my princess," Trixie groaned, gyrating her achingly empty groin back and forth as Luna trapped her in a prison of biceps, extensors, and gorgeous breasts. "I do wish you'd finish your poor subbie off first, though!"

Luna gently flipped Trixie about, catching the eeking magician by the hips and sitting her atop the mountainous mound of one great breast. "Ah, but you'll like this, my sweet Trixie. I don't wish to put you into trance again, but I do wish your continued service nonetheless. So it's time for you to stretch out for me again, darling pet," Luna explained.

The huge princess gave a mammoth grin; Trixie's cunt sent her core clenching as she stared at her mistress in hopeful wonder. Her knees bent and she squeezed Luna's perky flesh, humping against it and offering her pussy up as tribute. "Do you mean you'll fuck me, my goddess?" Trixie whispered. "That I'll be honored to feel you and to please you at once?"

That grin widened and Luna nodded benevolently. "Indeed, my pet," she said, licking her long, dark tongue from corner to corner of her mouth. "I shall see your cunt bulge for me. See you squeal, and moan-- and all because one of my nips invades your sweet nothing and fills you to the brim. So no pouts now, and trust your princess; I cannot promise that he will act like a randy young thing who is offered an honorable way to satiate his lusts, but I can promise you that he will scarcely be led to do otherwise!"

Trixie reached up to wipe some sweat away from her forehead, tucking a few loose strands of mane back under her hat. "Well," she said, "when you put it like 'we can expect him to snorfle about like a minotaur at an all-you-can-eat buffet,' like any other stallion, mistress, Trixie supposes that he's not too rude of a colt. And it might be fun to see how much he blushes watching Trixie honor your great and powerful breasts in ways no stallion ever could." She groaned softly, feeling her mistress' amusement in the quivering navy hide beneath her grind up against her already moist groin, the vibrations seeming to drag the little archmage closer to Luna's giant nipple.

Declining to broaden her smirk for the moment, Luna cooed up at her enthusiastic little illusionist. "No third person now," she warned, gently pressing Trixie's toned tush forward with giant fingers. "Steady. I should hate to have to withhold myself, if events drew you too near to old, bad habits." Not bloody likely, Trixie thought. I may be off a word or two but I'm not going to start trying to find where the Alicorn Amulet is. Not when my goddess is willing to play Hide the Giantess' Nipple with me. She primly refused to respond to such foolish suggestions of her Regal and Omnipotent Mistress, and instead spread her drenched thighs further, pinning back her dewy lips with two fingers.

Between Luna's steady, slow pressure and Trixie's agile body, Trixie's light-haired mound came to rest against the thick, sensitive nub. Trixie flexed her supple stomach, and began to grind against the stiff, dark flesh. Luna shuddered, nickering back at her archmage while Trixie moaned in response. "My goddess!" she groaned, and flexed curvy hips to hold herself against close. She reached forward, hand slick with her own juices, and took hold of the massive flesh promontory. With Luna's firm encouragement, Trixie began to sink herself down onto and around the girthy nip.

Not that Luna was idle save for the pressing hand. Her large head ducked forward and she began to proprietarily lick and nuzzle at Trixie's soft, broad mounds. Big as she might be, she stretched out to only a little more than half Luna's size, so she could not lap and taste Trixie's sensitive mammaries all at once. Still, Luna could and did inhale quite a rather lot of Trixie's responsive light-blue boobs at once, slathering each plush tit in turn with tongue and lip and lusty love. The Princess of the Night indeed worked everything over with said thick, strong tongue as she drove Trixie towards euphoria in front and below. She even used the stifling of the groans and pants that hit her as Trixie's quim squeezed her nip tight to pleasure Trixie; the vibrations of the massive, muscular alicorn's delight used to vibrate the luscious mare's tits.

Licking her submissive priestess' lovely, round melons, Luna arched her back and pressed up. Trixie, obedient as ever, clenched with her supple thighs to pull herself down, flexing and grinding her legs to pleasure her princess along the way. Then, with a nickering gasp from both mares that seem to merge into an almost bell-like tone, Luna's heavy nipple penetrated Trixie completely, stretching her tight little cunny out to accommodate the can-sized nub. "My dear Beatrix!" Luna gasped, and flexed.

Luna pecs tensed, and Trixie found herself fucked hard from below. In Trixie's experience, nothing else came close to the sheer fullness and yet pleasurable press of flesh and flesh. She had been penetrated by dildos of the material and magic alike; by the occasional futa, temporary or otherwise, and by fingers, fists, and tongues of course. For all that breadth of non-stallion experience, she utterly reveled in the warmth and feel of the slightly crinkly nub as it stretched her, distended her, forcing her hips wide. "I am your servant ever," Trixie groaned in praise, "Oh wondrous and magnificent moon!" Her folds fluttered and clenched hard and she began to rub her taut calves against the greater mass of Luna's huge breasts, eliciting more and more pleasured moans from her goddess.

Perhaps it was that, too. An amazing meeting of sex and breast, not merely the ridged feel of the nipple itself, but the lovely mutualism of her frantically rocking hips over the huge nub. Trixie sped up the expert stroke of her hands and legs and feet over sensitive alicorn breastflesh and cried out as her pussy drenched the fat nipple fucking her. Even as Luna began her ritual teasing, of slowing down the flex and pump here, reaching up to seize Trixie's hands and hold them from slit and nipple there, even that sent pleasure racing through her bent-back limbs, too.

"An edging for thee, my sweet," Luna growled at Trixie. "Hold off for thy mistress, and dance in the ecstasy and trance which make thee mine eternal. Hold off, my sweet, and I shall shield thy rest until waking duty comes, and send you coming into that slumber like all my host in array." The scent of her princess' arousal danced all around her now, and Trixie's mind flowed, lost in it. She could taste the intoxicating alicorn-lust in the air she breathed; she could feel the electrifying wetness tingle on her skin like some succubus mist.

A mortal I may be, thought Trixie, And not her sister or the Elements to survive her full release, but I can do this! I can give her this! Prideful, perhaps, and wordless, but not out of fear. The radiant pleasure of the Moon danced in her lungs and she danced back with it. Words were beyond her for the moment, save paeans of groaning delight. The ride got rough; Luna's rocky six-pack clenched and spasmed behind her, and below and beneath, pleasure repaid delight in Luna's winking cunny. Trixie thereby knew from toe to tail to towering horn that her worship was accepted. And as she stared, entranced at her goddess' flushed face, the heat of her navy cheeks, the O of her dark lips, and the dreamy look in her bright blue eyes told Trixie all she needed to know of her worship's success.

She dedicated every motion, every flick of the hips and every struggling writhe against Luna's grasping hands to pleasuring her goddess. Every clench of her core around the thrusting nipple offered up new praise, and if her mistress denied her release, then the ride itself along the ragged edge of blissful completion was a sublime treasure all its own. But, Trixie thought desperately in between fluttering near-release, Luna isn't cumming either. Am I failing? No! I can do this! I must do this!

Biting her lip, Trixie began to stroke her fingers against Luna's wrists as the Warmistress of Equestria's huge fists held her arms still. As this brought new sweet sighs and rumbled groans to Luna's lips, Trixie began to beg with more than just the grip and squeeze of her cunt. "My beloved, my goddess," Trixie groaned. "Cum for me, please! I will hold to discipline; I will keep myself upon the edge you command but please grant me the favor, the honor, the blessing of your orgasm!"

Trixie stared tenderly down at her gigantic and gorgeous mistress. As the potent, curvaceous alicorn writhed beneath her, massive muscles tensing and releasing, even her huge wings slowly slipping from her control, Trixie continued to ride Luna's nipple, squeezing and rippling her kegel muscles over the huge, stretching nub. She caressed the perky, pert expanse of the bouncing breast with her legs, pleasuring the sensitive flesh. Obedient, ever obedient, she focused on denying her own orgasm along the edge as she begged for Luna's. "Mistress please, cum for your Trixie. Cum for your servant. Release, mistress, and grant me your pleasure as the only reward I need!"

"But…" panted Luna, "But you shall have more, my sweet. But a little more, hold fast just a little more, and then climax with me; you know every inch of me, dear Lulamoon, and I trust you," she groaned, pulling back on Trixie's hands until the smaller archmage arched with a gasp, her hands pressed behind her back and beneath her tail where talented little fingers could once more work at the colossal mammary. Still flexing her pecs, still fucking her needy nip into Trixie's clenching cunt, Luna smiled hazily at her servant. "When I cum, you have my permission; aye, my orgasm you may take as blessing and permission and well done, all at once, dear and faithful Trixie."

Did I ever seek a grander title than that? Trixie thought. What a fool I was, with only a fool's ignorance to excuse it once I saw her from even afar. The thoughts of that old life, not the showmare's triumphs, but the hollow seeking of fame and praise and the empty hole in her heart as she traveled with no purpose other than survival and glory, they washed away. The painful mishaps and the arrogance, all of the doubts that carried with her even into her high office-- gone. Drawn through the skein of the moon, and dissolved in the tingles of delight that covered all of Trixie's skin.

Forgiveness, whether begrudgingly given or freely, remained; love remained; friendship remained. All else seemed to be lost in the carnal worship of her mighty moon, in the feel of an immense alicorn breast shifting and moving beneath her riding and stroking legs. One dipped into tight, pert cleavage; one moved freely but stroked no less eagerly for it. And her pussy-- full. Overfull. Stretched, the girth of it just enough to give her an active place in pleasuring her goddess' nipple even as the fleshy nub thrust up into her again and again.

Trixie could feel Luna's lips pulling at her breasts, feel the prehensile lip caress like a lover's arm or army of fingers-- and then again, she couldn't. Even the moist strength of Luna's tongue as it flicked from breast to breast, Luna's steady rhythm of suck-lick-release-switch maintained despite the incandescent pleasure. But she is more, Trixie reminded herself, and as her vision grew hazy with the pleasure, she smiled, her mouth parting in soundless delight and her tongue curling forward. Her ears were flicking wildly, and she couldn't be sure, untouched or not, that her horn wasn't sparking for a manaburst anyway.

She honestly hoped that she did horngasm; it would please Luna's pride to thus dominate and pleasure her priestess.

Trixie smiled brightly for that immense pleasure, yes, but even more for the knowledge that Luna took great care to grant her as much euphoria as she could, welled from pussy to spine to mind in a volcanic flow, and did not abandon her servant for the greater pleasures Luna could feel, if she but used Trixie as nothing more than a pleasure-tool. Trixie was honored, humbled before that; more, she trusted that, trusted her safekeeping into that and it warmed her still-prideful heart that the goddess loved her so.

Between the overwhelming pleasure and her goddess' mercy, Trixie's stress and worry and resentment vanished, at least for now. Her lithe arms, still agile for all her desk job life, squirmed in her goddess' grip. Fingers skilled at the slightest and greatest sleights of hand now turned utterly to feeling the least change in the rhythm of nipple-fucking her pussy took, and then encouraging that with hungry caresses. Her legs were already lost, like another giantess' arms caressing the mistress; they'd just have to do.

Soon, Luna knew. Soon, I may call up and release for us both. Trixie Lulamoon had proven herself time and time again a wondrous concubine as well as superb second in command and true friend, but she remained bound to mortal endurance and mortal limitations. No fool I to scoff at such, though! My Lulamoon is quite the tempestuous and trained mortal, after all! The illusionist's whole body now almost bent double and back to tighten over Luna's deep-thrust nub and weave unenchanted runes, pleasure-touching patterns. Yes. Trixie knew Luna's lustful needs well, but she was a mortal still.

Luna had taken Trixie as her high priestess, seeing in her a devotion and dedication not merely to Luna personally, but to Luna's ideals and to Luna's followers. She had therefore entrusted her with lore and power and the channelling of Lunar might. She took Trixie as her archmage, recognizing her preeminent skill and adding to it however she could, recognizing the infinite creativity of mortality, and how it would advance Illusion as a whole.

But more than that, to Luna, she had taken Trixie as lover and submissive. Trixie flung herself to please Luna, to obey the Moon's passion, and therefore, to Luna, her sacred duty in this moment, most highest completion even beyond orgasm, was to tend and protect and pleasure Trixie. Luna's lips shifted from impassioned O to a curled smile sent up at her dedicated little Lulamoon, What need have I of any further goad to keep me to my duty, thought Luna, when I shall always know that it keeps my dear ones close and whole?

The wild wench moved and danced across Luna's breast, clamping cunt clasped to the thick nipple stretching her out beneath her very womb. Beneath, long legs cycled and stretched and stroked for all she was worth. A wild wench of the Moon, indeed, and stronger willed than Luna could remember since the die-down of the Unification Wars, and would have been high among the doughty of that age.

Nonetheless, Luna had to control her drawing need or risk the preciousness uniqueness of her little illusionist. Even as she fucked her nub hard into that tight, welcoming snatch, she restrained the fullness of her desire, the strength of her want, and kept to a steady rhythm. She had seen the signs of delirium, of riding a second edge not between release and control, but between mind-expanding and mind-shattering. She kept her sweetling far from that edge, but Luna was ever mindful that it flickered and glowed in Trixie's squirming, gasping dedication to Luna's massive tit. She even felt it in the increasingly desperate contortions Trixie had made of her pleasure-maddened body to better conform to Luna's needy nipple, to better submit to the pounding mega-breast beneath.

And yet, Luna did not deny her that madness entirely. Indeed, with the upthrust of Luna's tightened pectorals bouncing ever-expansive melon and the constant jog and jiggle of its twin beside, Luna encouraged Trixie to fall into a different entrancement entirely; a blessed bedlam of bliss and fulfillment. Lunacy to no purpose served no one, but if one of the Moon's servants needed a little trip into the blissful wild, Luna could control that trip as well.

Watching Trixie's eyes roll back and and her blue face flush to fair Twilight Sparkle's purple from the blood beneath made Luna's sex wink almost as if Trixie's tongue served at Luna's twat instead. Luna groaned, thinking, If there is a better tincture to bring pleasure to my mountainous swell to be found among mortals than a fair mare's honey spilt in ardent abandon, then I have never chanced 'pon it in the vast past or myriad intricacies of this odd future. So, for all that her muscles clenched and trembled with self-restraint, for all her feet and toes ached to arch and her wild mane wreathed around her head like a halo of lust unfulfilled, Luna rode out her own restraint until soon became now.

Luna's orgasm struck, and her body's restraint ebbed but a little. She did have to release Trixie's hands as she came, groaning and gasping, lest she risk pulling too hard with divine strength. Divine strength against the body; divine magnetism against the mind. Instead, one squeezed possessively at Trixie's strong back, the other tugging hard on her own untended nipple to further bring herself across. Her long, vast legs, muscular and mighty, stretched out to their greatest extent, toes curling with the flare of sheer, rough delight through his body.

Luna's nethers, at least, ran unrestrained with the moon's mad honey, her pussy and core clenching hard and rapidly. As a result, it could not be said that High Priestess Beatrix Lulamoon, Archmage of Illusion, permitted herself to cum at last. Not precisely. Oh, she certainly stopped fighting it, of course. Nonetheless, with a gentle fondness made hazy and murky by her own bliss, Luna saw Trixie seeming at a loss for a moment. The showmare knew clit-deep that she no longer compelled to the edge but her nigh-animalistic passion left her unsure of how to best stumble from it.

She would have gotten there in a moment, as Luna kept pumping her massive teat up and down beneath and her huge nipple the same within Trixie's already clamping cunny. Not for Luna's beloved pet, though, mere stumbles; Luna's sex and soul demanded Trixie fly over the edge and beyond. Luna's release, that euphoric pheromone cloud of arousal rising from the gushing female ejaculate that her galaxy-marked muff presided over, that compelled climax. The scent and the magic hit Trixie nearly as hard as the stroke of Luna's tail had gone through her, and Trixie returned to the full grasp of dreams, to Luna's embrace down to her very spirit.

Luna's lusts tended to her priestess' need. As Luna herself gained a rather significant measure of respite from the cares of Equestria and Epona, so, too, were Trixie Lulamoon's worries and cares melted back. Their toeholds in her psyche were obliterated by the explosive pleasure, driven from Trixie's clenching core and unleashed within her ecstatic mind all at once.

Ruthless was that alicorn climax as its release swept over the alicorn's pet, smashing back those doubts and self-destruction. Pleasure that seemed to pulse through Trixie's limbs, from left hand to right, from head to cunt, from feet to clit, it was everywhere, ground those hurts down to only the simple aspects of her sardonic personality. Luna came longer, her climax pushing Trixie into several moon-blessed layers of dream and orgasmic euphoria, and was able at the last to pop her pretty priestess off from her well-loved and well-dampened nip, still climaxing.

The Princess of Dreams summoned up loving visions of the future into Trixie's dreams, true and speculative alike, whispering them as lover's promises. Dreams of a happy future, with Trixie at Luna's side in peace and war and in her bed alike. Of Trixie hesitantly meeting and caring for Luna's foals, and guiding the next generation of alicorns. Of respect, from the other alicorns, Shadow Hopper included, and neither her heart left lonely nor her desires twisted. Of love and needs met stoutly and unreservedly in this life and the next.

And if these were visions spun by the ethereal and beglammered moon, then the only thing false in them was that they seemed clear as the Moon's own light. These Moon's illusions were promises unshakable, and the Moon's love, unbreakable.