Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 2: Full Moon

by Frocto

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Nightmare Moon, Romance, Comedy, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Sex, Human, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 26460

Despite finding him adorable, Princess Luna knows she must stop Twilight Sparkle from messing with her sister. She soon enters the lovely femboy's dreams with revenge on the mind.

Despite finding him adorable, Princess Luna knows she must stop Twilight Sparkle from messing with her sister. She soon enters the lovely femboy's dreams with revenge on the mind.

Reading the original story isn't essential. Just hover over this spoiler for a brief rundown -> In an effort to blow off some steam, Celestia has entered into a master/slave relationship with her student, a highly-feminized male version of Twilight Sparkle. They've been dating for some time now, during the period of which Celestia has fallen pregnant. To him. Like, duh.

Contains rule63 Twilight, a highly-pregnant Celestia, Amazon fucking, femdom, and more of those lovely power struggles and tables turning.

The Luna-centric chapters of this story, 2, 3 and 4, were co-written with the lovely Unideal. Editing by the lovely Troublesome Beast.

Published 2016-08-18 20:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-22 05:24:27 UTC

Twilight Sparkle's Bedchambers. 1:56 AM, Wednesday morning.

Under a star-swept veil of peace and tranquility, Twilight Sparkle, Royal Advisor to the Crown, slumbered. As the right-hand adjutant of the Goddess Celestia herself, the days of the waspish, yet pot-bellied bureaucrat were long and hard, and today had been no exception!

From lavish breakfast in Canterlot Castle's vast dining hall - a meal taken beside the Celestial Sunraiser herself - until the day-end treat of a long, hot shower in total solitude, Twilight had been surrounded by an endless parade of ponies in every colour of the rainbow. All ponies held surprises in their own ways, and without fail every little slip of paper in Twilight's IN tray would soon unfold into an emotion-soaked drama, a side-splitting comedy, or a star-crossed spectacle of pony against pony. His records were full of brief glimpses into every pony's life, and not a single tale of those bright-eyed and bushy-tailed bundles of excitement had failed to blindside him with shocking twists and harrowing turns.

It was so exhausting.

Finally, he tucked away the last scraps of paperwork, filed away his last manilla envelope, and trudged his sleepy way to bed. Now Twilight welcomed the company of a different court: a court that silently and unwaveringly presided over the thick little pony as he slept... Luna's domain, the Night. During the day, the thousands of visible stars in the Heavens were eclipsed by the brightest of Celestia's mighty blessing, but here it was a different matter. Under the ivory moon, the stars he felt such an affinity to gathered together to hang over all of Equestria, the spectacle of their glowing lights gathered like children about their matriarch.

"Nyum nyum... No, Pinkie, no more cookies... I can't eat another... nnmmm... not another bite..."

Twilight wrapped his arms around his goose-feather pillow, clutching it tightly to his chest. He pawed at the cover with soft little hands, rolling this way and that, before finally settling his head down on top, face sunk deep into the material.

"Hrmm... Caught you... Celestia... Now to... Now to... Bl - Blahhhh..."

The pony curled up face-down on top of his big, fluffy pillow, unbrushed mane dangling down over his eyes. His lips curled in a mischievous smile, even in the depths of dreams. Twilight’s pyjamas were half-off at this point, but only the most devious of perverted ponies could possibly sexualize him as he was now. Even with those lovely purple/pink tresses wreathing his shoulders and back in perfumed silk, Twilight was a vision of cuteness.

And especially so with his yellow button-up top undone, leaving those pretty pink nipples bare... Those petite nubs were so sensitive it didn't take more than brief female glances nowadays to make them perk up, eager for groping~ The sight of Twilight's pants slipping down almost to his knees on one side was surely more than cute than lewd, too, even if it did leave seemingly endless, feminine curves on full display. His girliness contrasted delightfully with that pants-ripping bulge between his thunder thighs, big enough to smuggle an entire bowling ball.

Suffice to say: that was cute, too. The whole package was cute - Twilight included.

"Luh..."

Twilight wiped a few cookie crumbs from his mouth. He mewled like a kitten.

"Lun..."

A wide, satisfied smile spread slowly across Twilight’s face as he sank ever deeper into his dreams...

While the long hours of his occupation left no time for petty indulgences, Twilight could always look forward to the vast, empty nights. There, in his dreams, he had all the time in the world to sit down and enjoy himself, giving his attention solely to the divine pleasure of a good book well-read. For ten minutes, every morning, Twilight liked to skim through his library, eyes snapping lightning-quick shots of each and every page with a photographic memory to enjoy in his dreams. Tonight, his unconscious mind selected a personal favorite: Horse and Peace. Positively a classic, and he hadn’t read it in at least a week! What a treat. He sat down in his dream recliner, hefted his dream book, and spread his thick, dreamy thighs so his dream Luna could wiggle in between them.

“How wouldst thou like it tonight, prince?” Luna asked. Her breath felt warm along the shaft of his cock. The Alicorn teased him with a manicured finger, drawing little lines along the shaft as it plumped and fattened and grew. So many inches of needy cock, throbbing and eager for attention.

Some part of Twilight had to be. His eyes were trained to his book, attention spent on scrolling through the lines at breakneck speed, even as his balls swelled and churned with cum for his princess. “Hm?” he looked down ever so briefly, only to fix them back to the page. “Oh, whatever you like, Luna. You would know better than I would.”

Famous last words.

“Oho?” Undeterred by Twilight’s lack of interest, the dream Luna seemed only to take it as a challenge. Had Twilight been paying attention, he might have recognized his subconscious was trying to tell him something important, but he was simply too interested in Horses and their Peace to analyze the problem. “Well!” Luna grinned a devious, ominous grin. “If Our prince insists…”

Luna started with her tongue. She took a long, slow lick up from the base of his shaft to the very tip, leaving a slimy, shiny trail wherever it went. Over and over, Luna slid her tongue up and down, wherever it pleased, her saliva mixing with the copious clear precum drooling from his tip. She dealt with that at the source, lapping at the fat, flaring head of Twilight’s cock like a lollipop, slurping up all of his sticky, salty pre. His hips bucked in unthinking motion, colliding with his recliner with a pillowy whoomph. A fact gone sadly unnoticed as Twilight continued to flip page after page.

Twilight's subconscious mind began to get more and more comfortable, settling deeper into his nocturnal fantasy. Of course he knew that back in the real world Luna was an all-knowing, all-powerful Goddess, and very much one of the core pillars that Equestria at large depended on...

But this was Twilight's dream. He could decide every last detail of what happened here, down to the very smallest minutiae. Here, he could make a Goddess the subject of all manner of childish fantasies and nobody would ever even know. Ooh, it made the pony so delighted to be dreaming! Even as he thoughtfully turned the pages of the weighty tome clutched in his hands, hemming and hawing over the deeper mysteries of the book like a handsome little genius, Twilight cheered himself on, inviting the dream to become even more outlandish, even more self-centred.

He wanted the book to be bigger, at least double the pages, and it happened. Twilight felt a warmth spreading in his chest as it grew fatter in his hands. When Luna gasped in wonder, that warmth slipped down to his loins.

"Oh my, Mr. Sparkle. We knew you had a penchant for the thickest of tomes, but such a thing is..." Luna’s awestruck words came out all breath and husk. They vibrated directly along his shaft, huffed out in-between slurping her tongue around its tremendous head. “Art thou truly planning to read all of that?”

Twilight wished for a pair of reading glasses to suddenly appear on his face, and so they did. He made a show of adjusting them for her. A moment later and another pair popped onto Luna as well.

Her eyes smoldered up at him from under the rims. "Of course," he teased, a minor touch of immaturity creeping into his tone. "The biggest brain in Equestria needs to be kept well fed."

"Oh, Mr. Sparkle~ Your intellectual powers are breath-taking, even to Us!” She looked one more page-turn away from swooning. For the first time since the dream started, Twilight guiltily focused a little more on her. He cast his womanly admirer into focus, making little changes here and there. Like a figure emerging from the mist, the vague impression of a doting Luna took shape, becoming a larger part of the dreamscape. He let his imagination run wild, bringing Princess Luna into sizzling clarity.

‘Sexy Librarian’ seemed to be the order of the day here, with Luna done up in something straight off the cover of a bodice-ripper, secretary shirt strained by curves the real Luna would doubtless have scoffed at, pencil skirt with a slit up the side far from regulation. Nylons whispered whenever she shifted her weight. Towering heels scuffed along the carpet.

Most questionably of all, a golden name tag bearing the legend “Library Attendant Snugglebutt” materialized, poised on the swell of her miraculous udders.

Of course, all these details were lost on Twilight: the unicorn had his nose far too buried in his tome to so much as glance towards that carnal wonderland... but it was still important for him to know they were there. Being ignored in pursuit of higher knowledge. That’s the ticket.

Deftly, Twilight raised one of his feet and planted it on Luna’s shoulder. He buried himself deeper in his book as he buried himself deeper in Luna, thoughtfully flipping the pages as he enjoyed Equestria’s finest fellatio. Twilight chuckled playfully at the author’s wit, and tutted dismissively when the nuances of the original Marussian were lost, all undercut by an aural backdrop of Luna’s messy slurping, lipstick-soaked kissing and pleased moaning around his shaft.

Twilight began absentmindedly hitching the material of her shirt with his toes. He scratched up and down the curves of Luna’s spine, using his lower leg to drive her face into his hitherto-neglected nuts. "Mmm..."

The sight of those seed pods, fleshy, full, and audibly sloshing with the scholar’s gooey seed was all the direction Luna needed. She dipped her head the rest of the way in, spiralled horn sliding gently over his throbbing shaft. As she slipped her tongue up and down and around his pendulous sack, her stiff horn teased and taunted him ever closer to the brink, keeping Twilight spellbound while she left both orbs simply shining with saliva.

Yet still, Twilight read on. In fact, the plump little pony was still so deeply engrossed in his tome that he barely noticed his own ragged breathing; the blush in his cheeks; his balls filling and fattening with hot seed. Whether he knew it or not, Twilight grew ever closer to a massive, messy orgasm - a true case of matter over mind - and Luna’s talented efforts only pushed him closer to release.

As the little unicorn’s attentions faltered, the pressure of his leg against her head weakened, giving Luna, and her probing, cum-seeking tongue, room to move again.

Up and down the thick, throbbing tower of his shaft it went, lathering him up with a fresh tongue-bath as he twitched and bucked beneath her care. When finally she satisfied herself that he was thoroughly clean of sticky pre - spick and span, as Mr. Sparkle liked - her lips descended eagerly down on his flaring head. No better way to deal with a mess than to tackle it at the source, after all!

Twilight’s flipped pages faster as his eyes glazed over, the act of reading becoming a programmed sideshow to the real event between his legs. Luna’s humid mouth closed around his cock, and soon they were locked in a lover’s kiss: his drooling tip with the back of her throat, and her lips smooching around his shaft’s base. Her tongue wriggled delightfully around its new playmate, toying with every last inch of him as he bobbed up and down.

Twilight could only groan in delight as Luna worked around his girth, the vibrations of her throat travelling down his stallionhood and back up, leaving him trembling like a leaf.

“Nngh… M-Miss Luna!” Twi could only grunt and whimper and groan at her efforts, his thighs suddenly back up and locked tight around her head, smothering her in the rich, perfumed scent of his body. Horse and Peace fell forgotten to the floor as Luna increased the speed of her doting ministrations.

She spared him no mercy, going faster and faster and faster, until… Luna’s lips met the base of Twilight’s shaft just as his balls tensed, the bump of a building cumshot pushing up over her tongue and down the back of her throat, where it culminated in a hot, gooey orgasm. Shot after shot of piping hot cum, thick as honey, pumped down her throat in an endless stream. The Moon Goddess swallowed it all, humming and slurping and sucking until she was sure she had every last drop of her little master’s seed.

The tension racing up and down Twilight's shaft was unbelievable. He'd never felt an orgasm like this before... His seed poured out of him as if by magic, an endless tide that met the infinite vortex of Luna's slinky, velvet mouth.

And no matter how much he whimpered or begged her to ease up for a moment, that thirsty pony babe seemed unsympathetic to his plight. He arched his back, fingers digging furrows in the chair's arms. His overly-large bum rose from the chair's plush seat as his back crawled up the chair, trying to escape... It was too much. He was too sensitive. He was going to go mindless from the pleasure...

"Luna... I came, I came... Stop, please..."

And yet, The Goddess of the Night seemed as uncaring as the endless void of space itself~ She worked her throat rhythmically, meeting the force of the cum rising out of his poor, overworked seed pods with twice as much suction. Her sinister thirst made her as ravenous as a black hole, and robbed him of his gushing ejaculate with all the force of a collapsing star.

Twilight crawled so far up the chair to escape that wild gal that if she hadn't been there, it would have tipped over backwards! She wrapped her arms around his calves to hold him down, and squeezed his thighs rhythmically. She'd gone from kneeling in the chair before him to half climbed-into it.

Twilight couldn't take it any more. The pretty unicorn cutie could feel every twitch and pulse of his blessedly large balls throbbing as Luna plundered their creamiest depths. The sexy librarian costume had done its work. Twilight rode out the rest of his breathtaking and sense-flooding orgasm... but the sucking continued.

And the pressure Twilight wasn't just Twilight’s imagination: Luna's throat was the tightest he'd ever felt it. The outline of his stallionhood made a clear bulge along her neck, running all the way down to the starch-pressed collar of her shirt, and eventually disappearing beneath the weave of her shiny black jacket.

"Luna... Hhhh..." Twilight forced himself to look down at her, hoping to implore her with his eyes.

Luna looked up at him, eyes flooding over with seemingly-infinite love and warmth... They bubbled up with frank adoration, like great big pools of darkness that he could have tumbled head-over-heels into. And if he had, doubtless they would have swallowed him up as thoroughly as this lusty mare guzzled his seed. Her lips turned in a predatory smile as she sucked and sucked and sucked. Inches that should not have fit were disappearing into the Alicorn spunk-feeder suctioned to the end of his shaft, and Twilight was powerless to stop her.

His first ejaculation had barely even ended before Luna single-throatedly brought on a second. It shouldn’t have been possible, but again his mind whited out with that bliss! Twilight's eyes rolled back in his head, his tongue helplessly lolling. His entire world was nothing more than Luna's throat vibrating around his shaft, and the gurgling of her belly filling with boytoy ejaculate.

Until...

"Pop!" The lips of that succubus unfastened from his shaft. He immediately pulled his cock back as if stung. The tortuous, bottomless night-sheath finally released him, revealed to be nothing but a pair of gentle, ladylike lips, smile tinged with a hint of smugness. The seed slathering them was soundly lashed up by a horny tongue. Luna daintily tucked the goop in the veeery back of her mouth, and swallowed. The seed her little cum-factory so diligently produced joined the rest of the sweltering volume in her belly.

Twilight blinked away the stars flooding his vision, and refocused on Luna as she smiled up at him from between his legs. The fireplace crackled. The wind whistled through the library. For a moment, everything seemed peacefully, blissfully calm. Why, if he hadn't seen Luna's tongue rolling greedily out of her mouth - and dipping back in with a nourishing coat of white - he might just have believed his imagination had tricked him.

“Productive as ever, Mr. Sparkle!” praised Luna, as professionally as if she really were just a secretary collecting the paperwork. She patted the gentle swell of her deep blue belly, jiggling and wobbling with Twilight’s excess. “We certainly hope We didn’t distract thee from thy reading. It would be such a shame if thou lost thy page, just because of Us~”

“Not… Not at all.” Twilight’s breathing came harsh, ragged from the effort of orgasm. Never in his life had he felt so thoroughly spent, or so satisfied. He reminded himself the dream belonged to him, but still made an effort to keep up appearances.

It was against all sorts of library rules and regulations for a patron to have gotten so naughty with the head librarian.

“Assistant, my book.”

Luna couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, sir.”

The Princess’s horn glowed with a soft midnight light. The book floated gently back into his waiting hands. “I was on page, ah, three hundred, sixty-four.”

Twilight flipped another page, making a show of reading through the dialogue and descriptions. A quiet cough escaped his lips as Luna stood up and stretched, displaying her full-bodied form in all its glory. Hefty breasts held tightly by her secretary shirt, straining for freedom. An ever so slightly bulging stomach - the only physical evidence of their fun. Lithe arms that framed her curves, drawing his gaze down to her thick, heavenly thighs as she straightened out her skirt.

Like all things that gave boys hard-ons, she was feminine, round and soft. He had to remind himself that it would be unwise to beg her for another round.

“Wonderful.” Luna licked her lips, cocking her head in a saccharine sweet smile. A cat-that-caught-the-canary grin. “Is there anything else We can do for thee, Mr. Sparkle?”

“No, no!” Twilight said quickly, conceding to his own exhaustion. Somehow everything he had to give Luna had already been taken from him. It seemed even in his own dreams, Twilight could only be sucked so dry before he needed to rest. “That will be all, Miss Luna. Thank you.”

“Of course, Mr. Sparkle.” She leaned down, breath hot on his cheek as she gave him a gentle kiss. A thin line of saliva-cum-semen connected them as she pulled away. It hung in the air until it broke under its own weight. “We are so glad thine own turn was enjoyable. Mayhaps ours will be just as fruitful.”

“Hm?” He glanced up, searching her sparkling blue eyes to understand her meaning. “What was that, Luna?”

“Oh, nothing.” Luna giggled, bringing her fingers together for a snap. “Sweet dreams, Mr. Sparkle~”

Snap.

Princess Luna's Bedchambers, 2:36 AM

Twilight’s eyes shot wide open. He woke in a cold sweat, gasping for air in the azure hue of moonlight streaming in through the window.

Before the little advisor was even fully awake, he was sucking in deep, panting breaths. His cutesy lavender pyjama shirt felt tighter than ever across his fluttering chest. It certainly didn’t help the steamy fantasy left his plump little nipples bulging stiffly beneath the fabric.

What a dream that had been!

The creampuff of a pony lay in total disarray on the satin sheets of his giant, four-poster bed. He wrapped his arms tight around a pillow, fingers sunk deep into the cushioned material. “Brrr...”

Twilight gathered his senses, and looked towards the mirror across the room. He studiously checked his reflection and found everything was just as he had left it: a plump, full-figured sissy-boy pony sat in the middle of an enormous purple bed, flanked on either side by armies of childish things. Huge plush animals bigger than himself (owls featured prominently), hug pillows of a few of his favourite female (and male!) ponies... And of course, a little magical night-light for when he was scared of the dark. Not that it would do him much good dealing with “this” dark!

But yes, in spite of everything, he was adorkable little Twilight. He was safe, if a bit worse for wear. He looked closer.

Twilight’s ridiculously-long, shampooed, and exquisitely maintained mane, normally such a perfectly-straight, purple-hued waterfall, now looked much the worse for wear. Tangled in snarls, strewn all the way across the sheets, and down to the floor, completely matted with sweat... it would take his personal stylist hours to fix this!

But more importantly than that, Twilight’s long, equally-oversized cock looked to be in a somewhat similar state of shock. The simply succulent member was glued fast to his thigh, partially by sweat... and partially by fluids yet to be identified.

His nose twitched as he inhaled a distinctly squiddy, pungent odor. He was intimately familiar with this smell, and it made the fluids flooding his bedsheets all too easy to identify. Their release was typically accompanied by Canterlot castle's most embarrassingly-unguarded "O" face and all, an expression so incredibly unmasculine it made the actual mares snigger behind their hands.

Twilight raised his head, taking in the sight waiting for him between those well-nourished thunder thighs... It might be the largest, goopiest nocturnal emission of his life: such a large, frothing pool of spunk that he turned as red as a beet just thinking about it. Twilight felt relieved he had the room to himself.

There was just so much of it! Twilight knew he had lots of love to give, but not on a scale that should be measured in litres! And still more came! Even now, strands as thick as his fingers continued to ooze freely from the sleepy-looking head of Twilight's fat, lazing shaft. They dripped down his thick lower body and coated the bed, forming puddles in the crinkles of the bed sheets.

His heart-stopping ejaculation that knew no equal. The sense of total powerlessness Twilight felt in his dream function as the ultimate aphrodisiac to the twisted little pony. It spurred Twilight to cum harder and thicker than if Luna had personally spread his plush little bottom and personally pegged him.

In fact, by the end of his fun dream of “dominating” the Princess, Twilight had emerged as little more than a hostage on the end of Luna's tongue. Her victim, and her prey. The very thought had made the smutty little pet-pony cum buckets... both in and out of his narcissistic fantasy.

"Hhh... I hope Luna doesn't find out about this~ ♥" Twilight lamented internally. Even while covered in proof of his supposed maturity, Twilight struggled to avoid acting like a lovestruck little colt. He couldn't help but smile like a schoolfilly, cupping his cheek with one hand and feeling his still-racing heart with the other. Racing with good cause, as it turned out: forcing out that much stinky goo all over nice clean sheets might have just killed a lesser stallion.

Twilight wriggled out of his pyjama pants, abandoning them to be mired in the cum-swamp. With a sound like velcro being peeled, he unstuck his legs from the thoroughly-soaked sheets and rolled off the bed, landing on his hands and knees, head swamped in mane. He raised two plump pale moons of his own to Luna herself, hanging in the sky, and a cool breeze played across them.

Twilight shivered, swept his hair from his eyes, and hurried to the recluse of a warm, warm shower. Once the steamy water washed over him, he relaxed, closed his eyes, and calmed down. He wasn't sure of the time, but he could surely wash up, then sneak off to a spare bedroom to get a few more hours of rest.

Twilight crossed his arms over his waist, placed his hands on top of his hips, and stared up into the steamy spray, soaking himself until he felt renewed. Yes, after an experience like that, he needed to rest.

Unfortunately for Twilight, sleep was not on the itinerary. A short, sharp series of knocks on his door summoned Twilight up from the shower, a fluffy white towel wrapped around his midsection up to his armpits. He opened the door half-expecting a messenger from Princess Celestia, or even just little Spike wobbling under a stack of books.

Instead, he found himself staring into a black-armoured chestplate. A very shapely, full-looking breastplate at that. Twilight immediately staggered back.

“Um! Hello!”

He craned his neck back and upwards to even begin to attempt to take in the full view of his morning visitor. She was large, far larger than he remembered any of Luna’s guards ever being. Towering, massive, mountainous - whatever word he wanted to use, it would have fit. The famed armor of a Princess Guard looked nearly ceremonial on her, plates struggling to contain a mare far stronger than steel. He glanced to her side, eyes popping as her bicep molded the metal to its bulging peak with an idle flex… A display of awe-inspiring strength little Twilight just couldn’t help but appreciate.

“I, ah, um,” he stammered, searching for the right words to address his evident superior. She wore the colors of Princess Luna’s night guard, but she simply couldn’t have been a night guard. He would surely have heard something if Princess Luna had started recruiting titans to handle things for her!

“Twilight Sparkle,” the guard boomed, her voice rattling his chest. “You are to come to the Princess’ chambers at once. She has need of you.”

“O... Okay.” Twilight rushed to agree. He felt no inclination to say no to a mare capable of smooshing him underfoot.

“Princess Celestia’s chambers, or…” He gulped. Perhaps the Princess of the Night had learned of his nightly indiscretions. Twilight’s voice came out as barely more than a squeak: “...Princess Luna’s?”

“Ha!” A dark, rumbling laugh came to the giant mare, her whole chest heaving in mesmerizing waves as she shook with barely-restrained mirth. She leaned forward, shaking her head, and then slapped him on the back hard enough to send Twilight stumbling forwards! His well-cushioned rear bounced as lissomely as any girl’s as the full force of the blow reverberated through the little diplomat. “A sense of humor, I see. There’s only one princess you need to worry about.” She gave him a shove along the back, ushering him out the door and into the hall.

“But, but shouldn’t I get dressed first?” Twilight whined, huffing and puffing as his dainty little steps barely kept pace with the massive guard’s strides. “I’m sure Princess Luna wouldn’t want to see me, um… like this.”

Even in the strangeness of the whole situation, Twilight’s brain remained still as sharp as ever. When one studied their environs as carefully as he did now, little could escape them: and he quickly realized somepony had been redecorating! The entire castle was cast in blacks and silvers now, with nary a hint of Celestia’s own favorite colors to be seen: the cavalcades of golden banners once celebrating the bright and glorious sun had now been redone in deep and mysterious blues, dedicated to the night, and the night alone.

Something was wrong.

“I think what you have on now is more than appropriate,” she laughed. “Although... You could certainly afford to lose the towel.”

The mare shook her head, chuckling to herself as she stopped before a great silver door, decorated in bas-reliefs and highlights that entranced the eye. The great tapestry of dark images told a simple story, one Twilight knew as well as the historians who had recorded the legend of the great and terrible Nightmare Moon. “You won’t need it.”

With a small lavender hand, the little one named Sparkle reached up and out for the door.

His fingers traced the conquests of a warrior Goddess long thought banished from the world, touching the awful, earth-shaking displays of her power with as much admiration, and silent wonder, as he did that very same Goddess's awesome, pants-tightening curves.

Twilight shook all the way down from his head to his hooves as he took in the various deeds, crimes, and miracles of the great and mighty Princess Luna. His fingertips traced her might and wealth growing at every turn, and with it her allure and her curves. Her power and her beauty were intertwined: when Twilight reached the final image in the sequence, the most intimidating, apocalyptic depiction by far, Luna looked developed beyond belief.

She resembled a living fantasy, fertile curves straining garments that would have been full-body dresses on ponies less mighty. They were rendered as little more than scandalous lingerie after being strained around a bodice overflowing with magical might.

Twilight's fingers slowly - almost of their own accord! - drew upwards to the centrepiece of the great sequence of images. Naturally, it depicted Nightmare Moon at the very peak of her power, and soon his fingers were tracing the pock-marked, gravid outline of a great carven moon so overwhelmingly large his eyes watered to behold it. Said moon hung in the sky over Canterlot like a symbol of the End Times.

The outline of an Alicorn's face, a vague impression of a towering horn and imperious, glaring eyes, lay engraved across its pale white surface. The ‘Mare in the Moon’, the beast all ponies feared. Even when drawn in such broad strokes, she still conveyed something greater than a single pony, something more primal... Luna was the raw embodiment of a hungry predator, the urge others felt to lay down their lives, and submit to a greater power, made manifest.

Twilight Sparkle realized his mouth hung completely, humorously open. He couldn't help but rue how foolish he must have looked, slack jawed and shocked before a simple door. He swiftly closed his jaw with a little ‘clop.’

Twilight guiltily found himself reminded of "Library Attendant Snugglebutt," followed by a feeling of a deep and abiding shame. He felt foolish reducing the being depicted in these masterful artworks to mere masturbatory fodder... Even thinking of her as "Luna" seemed woefully inadequate. The Goddess of the Night was as much an intrinsic part of this world's existence as the very soil itself, or the sun and the moon she and her sister raised and lowered.

That busty librarian he'd imagined slurping and suckling on his sissy-erection was nothing short of an elemental force of nature, with all the power of a doomsday. And he'd thought to reduce her to the stature of a mortal!

With a small gulp, Twilight laid both hands on the doors, and pushed inwards.

...And kept pushing. It didn’t budge.

He braced himself against the door, svelte little shoulders pressed to Nightmare Moon’s carven image as he heaved and hoed, to no avail.

“Gah!” Twilight panted and sweated, exhausted after barely a minute. What a tribute to Princess Luna’s power, that even this was beyond him. It might have been best to just give up, take his morning breakfast, and maybe try again later.

Still, Twilight squared his shoulders, ready to try again. He wasn’t the strongest of stallions at even the best of times, but surely his slender arms could manage a door!

The guards-mare beside him simply sighed, shaking her head and tutting. “I wonder what she sees in you,” she idly teased, placing her massive palm against the surface.

She glanced down to her tiny charge, sizing him up from the top down. Everything from his cute little huffs of exhaustion, to the leviathan lurking beneath the depths of his bath towel, its presence made known by the bulging wake it left as it swam in its cotton sea. She raised an eyebrow, the barest hint of red creeping into her cheeks. “Well, maybe I could guess...”

Without further words, she put her weight into pushing open the door, tons of silver swinging easily at the amazon’s insistence. The darkness inside seemed to swallow up whatever light dared venture in, the inky void inscrutable to all attempts at looking ahead. The guard merely winked at Twilight, blowing him a kiss before thumping off to her next duty. “Good luck~”

Twilight shivered. He stepped through the light of the hallway, and into the darkness beyond. Just what caused him to feel like a little fish in a very big pond? It seemed like every which way he turned, giantesses with mind-melting curves were already there and looming over him, without fail managing to simultaneously terrify him... and give him some of the most painfully-stiff, blood-filled erections of his life.

The room on the other side of the doorway fit with perfectly with Twilight’s imagination; exactly as a throne room should have been. Great gothic statues cast long shadows over the hall, shrouding the wine-red carpet running up the room’s center. Thick marble columns rose up over the darkness that seemed to lurk in every corner, an all-encompassing fog that seemed as thick as soup.

At the far end of the hall, only just visible through the embers of the dying fire in the fireplace, reclined a mare. A mare Twilight had hoped to never encounter again as long as he lived: Nightmare Moon, the terror-soaked tyrant capable of making even Princess Celestia's blood run cold.

The vestments of a conquering villainess were all in place. She wore her unashamedly sexy, feminine armour like a second skin; a silver bodice straining at her chest, silver bottoms as brief as panties that fit snugly to her crotch, the gauntlets she scratched her belly and pawed at her throne with, the glossy metal thigh-boots she idly scratched and scraped together as if enjoying the sounds. All of it carried the insignia of the Moon, the largest symbol of all seated right under and between her heavy, coal-black breasts. It must have been the source of their dark power, the font from which they drew their unseemly bigness.

Most chilling of all was the helmet. Piercing aqua eyes glowed from beneath its skull-like smoothness, the swirling cosmos of her mane hanging eerily in the air behind her like a cloud of vapour. Nightmare Moon grinned, baring the moonlight white fangs of a womanly predator at her deliciously male prey.

Twilight noted with some embarrassment that Luna was less curvaceous here than she had been in his fantasy. No mistake, the goddess still embodied the gooey excess of a power fantasy, but they were in Luna's Id now, not his.

Was this Luna’s fantasy? If it was, then it seemed the things that made her knees shake, her breath quicken, were exactly the same as his. The real Luna he saw every day about the castle was large by pony standards, true, but at the same time... she clearly wished to change from her (relatively!) small, ordinary self into a ravenous and thoroughly sexual creature. Nightmare Moon, a shameless perversion of everything decent and good.

But while she changed from dream to dream, whether a Sexy Librarian or a Conquering Warlord, Twilight remained cute little enthralled Twilight. In their mutual fantasy, Twilight’s role in things was simple: he was the onlooker beholden to her beauty, bringing very necessary wide-eyed stares... oh, and the mindless drooling! Every goddess adored tribute, and a fat little boislut worked wonderfully for delivering it!

... To say nothing of the other area where he excelled... The rising appreciation between Twilight’s thick thighs made for a very choice offering.

Did Luna want Twilight, and Twilight alone, here as her captive audience? The little pony's heart fluttered.

He took a few faltering steps towards the throne, even as the fire flickered again. There were perhaps minutes left until it died altogether... at which point Twilight Sparkle would be left alone in the dark with this exciting, terrifying beauty.

“Welcome, little Sparkle,” Nightmare Moon purred, like a lioness on the hunt. “Magnificent, is it not?”

She might have meant the design of her chambers, the sheer artistry invested in this glorious temple to the Moon goddess. A thousand of the kingdom’s greatest artisans, working for a thousand days, might have only gone so far as to finish half of it, so masterful was its creation.

Or… Twilight gulped, his rod drooling with barely-restrained lust, perhaps she meant her own body; the form of the goddess herself, in the oh-so-supple flesh. “Very magnificent, your grace,” he stuttered out, uncertain of the proper title. He had paid royal homage to Princess Celestia in her throne room many, many times before, but to her sister… Well. Only in his dreams.

“We are sure thou can guess why thou might have been summoned before Us,” she continued, without acknowledging the response. His answers were clearly to be taken as given. “The most heinous crimes thou hast committed against our person?”

“I…” Twilight trembled in fear, every motion recreated a dozen times more obviously in the waggling of his erection. Oh, she knew! And no doubt she knew that he knew that she knew. But what could he do? His crimes were so great, so terrible, even Trixie would gawp in awe at them. Why, to admit them would be tantamount to suicide. His heart pounded in his reedy-thin chest, so powerfully he could feel it beating all the way down in his much thicker hips. What could the smartest pony in the kingdom do, except play dumb? “I don’t know what you mean!”

“Really, now?” Nightmare Moon cocked her head, intrigued. A predatory cat, fascinated by her femmy little mouse’s decision to play dead. “You can’t think of anything you might have done? Not a single naughty fantasy about Us, in the darkest of night?”

“Not a thing, no. Nothing.” Twilight blushed. He felt ashamed of the obviousness of his lie, but it held his only hope.

As Twilight continued to babble, his gesturing grew more frantic. Comical, even. “Why, I haven’t had a dream about anything but books for the last three years. Damp, musty pages and taut, straight spines. Nothing else, Princess!”

Nightmare Moon smiled wryly, an eyebrow raised. "Art thou aware, young Sparkle, that were this a trial of your character the evidence stacked against you would be..."

She made a gesture both of frustration and dismissal, "... Nothing short of overwhelming.

“For too long has Our royal likeness been purloined by your perverted imagination, all to stuff your wretched Spank Bank to overflowing! Equestria is a land overflowing with free spirits, and countless fillies wouldst readily lend a hand to your... ‘cause’ of keeping your ever-spiking libido in check. And yet, again and again, you...!"

Twilight wriggled uncomfortably under her gaze, even as The Night leaned forward in her throne, bringing her eyes level with those dangling seed pods. Despite the situation, even she found herself impressed with their great size and gravidity, noting the way those pear-shaped seed pods supported and propped up the Princess-Loving Pole. Resting her hand on her chin, she leaned a smidge closer, perhaps wondering if it would simply rise up in his pants right then and there and begin spitting its venom across the buxom target before it.

"It... It hasn't really been that many... The library thing was only a..." began Twilight, but Nightmare Moon thrust an outstretched finger in his direction, silencing the stallion on the spot.

"Hmph. You mean... this ‘library thing’? Attendant Snugglebutt?" Nightmare Moon leaned back on her throne. She raised both hands, and her horn sparkled brightly.

Twilight looked on in shock as a bright burst of energy took form between Luna's plump breasts, forming into a second mane, one speckled with miniature stars and cosmoses just like her own. The rising, emerging mane wreathed a familiar set of features: the Goddess of the Night, as divinely beautiful as she was mysterious.

Nightmare Moon smirked as Library Attendant Snugglebutt swaggered into existence, exactly as he remembered her.

She giggled coquettishly, glancing back at the deity who had borne her into the world. "Ohhh, We confess to all of it! That deviant Twilight Sparkle made Us receive his ‘wisdom’ over and over, giggle~ Of course We had to let him... Can you imagine the pouting and the whining if We had left him high and dry?"

Her tight nylon leggings shifted about her firm thighs as she sashayed across the room to stand before Twilight. One bop of those indulgent boobs of hers toppled the Unicorn cutie over, dropping him onto his overly-cushioned behind.

"And that is not all!" bellowed Nightmare Moon, her voice booming far and wide, echoing back on itself in the enclosed space of the throne room. "Thine infractions continue! Forming a list as long as that ridiculous endowment of yours! Behold!"

Rubbing his head, trying to blink away the stars, Twilight looked up... and found a third Luna joining Snugglebutt in standing over him. She was even more curvaceous, even more thick in the caboose... and yet vastly underdressed compared to her fellows. A bell clanged as she leaned over him, bulging out of her tiny cowprint bikini. "Moooo! Princess Moona remembers better than any the countless affronts we suffered at Mast... at this deviant's imagination! Milked in a barn, bred like livestock and forced to call him... surely most undeserved titles!"

She faltered, leaning back, heavy cow-breasts wobbling as she struggled to form words. The oversexed bovine reached for her bust, pawing at her own teats, whimpering with happiness as her milk began to flow. "Ma... Ma... Master Sparkle is truly the worst sort of stallion, mooo~ooooo!"

Another Luna poofed into existence, joining the circle now growing around the bewildered Twilight. "And We object to almost being eaten by crocodiles in a hot sweaty jungle! Just because Twilight happened to read a Daring Do book before bedtime!"

Poof! "Perish the thought! After donning one of those ridiculous 2NEPone Pop Idol costume and doing those ridiculous ‘dancing’ stripper gyrations on stage, We would welcome being devoured by crocodiles after that! If they’d even want Us after being left soaked in ‘Twilight juices’!”

Unexpectedly, the last Luna to arrive came out elbowing her way through the forming crowd. She wore a tight-fitting baseball player's uniform, more suited to emphasizing her lean muscle than her bust and curves. "Hustle hustle! Muscle muscle!”

“Twilight, we have won! A thousand baseballers lie defeated at Our feet, and the Cup of Winning is ours!" Baseball Luna cried, before dumping a full water cooler on his head. Despite being as ethereal and dreamlike as the rest of this scenario, it still left him thoroughly soaked.

"A moment..." she said, doffing her cap. "From whence come thy looks of seriousness?”

Now Twilight found himself boxed in on all sides by stern, frowning Lunas. They glared down on the little stallion with arms folded under their breasts... and something like a very serious and parental concern on their faces. But nobody seemed more eager to drive the point home than Nightmare Moon herself. When she came and joined the others in looming, that was when Twilight truly trembled.

Nightmare Moon swept a hand slowly over her considerable physique, pausing to outline the swells of her breasts, and her thick, cushioned lower body. “Dost thou perhaps wonder why We have chosen this form for your punishment, and not the Princess Luna you know and adore?”

“It is because of all the many, many Lunas you have fantasized about, We have featured more in your masturbation fodder than every other Luna here put together! Nightmare Moon! Us!”

Twilight knew she was right. Perhaps at some distant point in his formation, his fear and arousal centres had crossed wires... For as long as Luna or anyone else could remember, that little cherub’s ingrained response to encounters with mares capable of crushing him like an ant was stiff, throbbing boners. And lots of them! Big enough to shame minotaurs!

The curvaceous, seductive dictator who once decided whether thousands of ponies would even survive the night - Nightmare Moon - had her full baleful gaze locked on Twilight now. "Do you see now what we speakest of, young Twilight? We are The Night. We are Power. And these scenarios and characterizations you place Us in are, frankly, too shallow for even children’s entertainment. Let alone the erotic musings of a grown stallion! Hast thou no shame?

“Dost thou now see the severity of thine crime, Twilight Sparkle?"

She tilted her head back, eyeing him off most severely. For a moment, the eyes that glowed under that helmet were no longer the power-mad glare of the sinister Nightmare Moon, but a concerned, apprehensive Princess Luna. “Perhaps the time has finally come for us to put paid to this childishness. We shall show you Our True Seduction. We shall leave you without a doubt in your mind about what The Night truly is...”

Twilight realized abruptly that while Luna had been speaking, the background noise produced by the array of phantoms had died down. Where before there had been seemingly equal parts bossy bitching and airheaded giggling, now Luna's throne room was as still and silent as a tomb.

Her metal boots clanked loudly as she strutted the last few feet to come and tower over him. Severe, lean Nightmare Moon loomed over pudgy, wide-eyed fatbutt Twilight Sparkle.

That crowd of giggling floozies dispersed, giving the Goddess plenty of room to work with... With a few light scuffing and scratching sounds, Luna planted a boot on either side of Twilight's hips. They gazed into each other's eyes over the dual swells of her soothing breasts, a calming bosom that could ease Twilight's mind even at a time like this. Her cold, calculating eyes stared deep into his large, soulful ones... not unlike the lioness and the gazelle, moments before the gazelle became a tasty lunch.

"Luna, I... I can explain, I..."

Nightmare Moon cleared her throat daintily, shutting Twilight up in a heartbeat. When the silence was broken for the second time, it was in her dulcet, measured tones:

"Touch."

Before the word had even reached Twilight's ears, his hands shot up. He cradled her heeled boots, mindful of their bladed heels. Perhaps a detail requiring more attention, but his mind swam in dense fog.

Twilight sat between Luna's legs, sliding his fingertips up and down those armoured high-heeled boots of hers. They were as cold as ice, and Twilight shuddered as he drew his fingertips over the hard, plated ridges, going higher and higher and higher. With each inch his hands raised, the disdain on his captor's face, and the heat between her legs, grew.

He sat all the way up and shook his mane out, bringing his eyes level with the purple and black bikini bottom that separated him from the Heaven between the villainess's legs. Twilight gulped as he reminded himself that on the other side of that cold, hard armour, the warm, boy-pleasing womanhood he had only seen in dreams lay nestled inches from his face.

He reached out for it, hands trembling...

... And immediately found himself returned to laying on his back on the cold, hard stone floor as Luna raised one of her strong legs and drove her boot into his chest. She mercilessly pinned the squirming cutie to the floor.

Twilight’s shoulder ached as she drove him back down to his place beneath her. "Enough touching."

Nightmare Moon smiled with genuine enjoyment, and a genuine, sinister mirth. "... Impudent worm... Ahaha~"

She closed her eyes, smiling as she silently mouthed the word a second time. When Nightmare Moon opened her eyes again, she looked giddy and girlish. "Yes, that’s more than enough for a worm such as you, Twilight Sparkle~"

Twilight realized he was out of his depth. The depths he preferred most were the warm, wet lips of a loving, submissive Luna, but here he was looking up at the cold, steely boots of a vengeful, dominant Nightmare Moon. He had to resist, to deny, to escape her somehow. To crawl out from under her dominating weight and run away from this place like the dickens.

And yet, worm that Twilight was beneath her, one wormy part of him certainly enjoyed her attention. He could feel his member growing harder than ever, straining and yearning for release. So now he had to not only deal with the Night Princess, but his own lusts as well, a brutal tag team against which many boys would have just given up completely. What could he do against those forces, both overwhelming in their own right, when they had joined up together?

Twilight closed his eyes, focusing on the task at hand. Time to lie his butt off.

“I don’t know what kind of trick this is, but I’m innocent!” he whined.

Nightmare Moon reeled for a moment, her smile turning to a little “O” of confusion. And then she threw her head back and began to howl with a ladylike laughter as rich as it was beautiful. Her eyes seemed to grow darker, and her teeth sharper. She pushed down harder, applying more pressure to onto Twilight with her steely boot.

But it wasn’t just more pressure now. There was something else behind that force weighing down on him. Something made his chest ache much more than it should have.

Slowly, a dreaded comprehension began to dawn on Twilight. It was weight. Luna bustled bigger atop him, pound by oppressive pound.

Though the shadow of Luna’s shelf-like rack eclipsed her face, Twilight didn’t need to see her expression to gauge her mood. The boot on his chest answered that, remaining unmoved by any amount of begging.

He bit his lip, continuing to search for any sign his mistress might be reconsidering his guilt, yet he could only spy the massive, pendulous tits of his wildest fantasies. “L-Luna, please! I’ve... been framed! I’m quiet, bookish Twilight Sparkle. Everyone knows I don’t have those sorts of fantasies, ask anypony!”

He gulped. “Believe me, please, I’m pure as the driven snow!”

“Ah, still the little criminal protests, We see,” Nightmare Moon chuckled, more amused than frustrated. She tapped a finger against her chin as she considered the problem. “The evidence against thee is great, Twilight Sparkle, but not conclusive. To pass judgment upon thee, We may yet need to catch the perpetrator in the act, hm?”

All around Twilight, the diabolical horde of dream Lunas mobilized. They giggled impishly as they crawled along the floor, dangling heavy busts in his face, leaving purple and black smooches up and down his body.

Their laughter echoed about Twilight, each Luna possessing a unique timbre to her voice, from the gentle laugh of Attendant Snugglebutt to the lowing moos of Princess Moona. As Twilight's eyes moved from one face to another, he saw more differences standing out; aspects of Luna... The personal touches he had left on each one were now more apparent than ever: all this time, Twilight had been creating dream-creatures born from Luna's body, and run through the filter of his naughty imagination.

In other words, they were filtered down from the original source. One scant dimension of an infinitely multifaceted being. His mind reeled from taking in all at once. In the same way staring at Celestia's sun burned to look upon it too long, he was now faced with entirety of the Goddess named Luna.

He wanted to turn away, to hide his shame, but that boot on Twilight's chest kept him pinned. Whatever the opposite of that blazing glare was, he lay trapped under it.

"Admit your degeneracy, Twilight Sparkle, or We shall be forced to take... serious action."

Twilight was still too proud to take the fall. "Luna, let's just talk about this. I know you won't do anything really risky, you're much too gentle, so..."

He locked eyes with Nightmare Moon, imploring her to see sense. But all she could see was a very vulnerable, very desirable toy. She was still smiling down at him, moving her toe in circles on his chest. Her growing fangs were bared, gleaming in the moonlight.

"Just - " Twilight began, only to be abruptly cut off. A tousled head of star-speckled hair smothered his face, followed by a very chirpy "Hello!"

Cheerleader Luna. A favourite of his, with her bright yellow uniform, pom-poms and an insatiable desire for nerd-dick. The number of times she'd hustled Twilight off to an unoccupied classroom to fill her cheeks to brimming with his plump nuts were too many to count. "Hello, you adorable stud! Hahaha! Behold our newest and most delightful trick yet!"

She exploded.

One moment that pom-pom-waving floozy had been there, but then she no longer blocked his view to Nightmare Moon. Although he wished she hadn’t gone! Now that villain's fanged smile had turned to a manic grin, mouth slightly open and incisors like knives bridging the gap. Seeing the look of pure terror on his face had Nightmare Moon trembling with barely-restrained laughter.

"Luna! Stop!" howled Twilight, hands clasping her boot now, trying to lift it... "I would never even dream of anything like..."

His voice trailed off as he realized something still hung over him. The busty cheerleader had broken apart into a cloud of inky blackness, losing her form. Her shape faded as she turned from a pony back into raw dream-stuff.

As he looked about the room, Twilight realized the other Lunas were also falling apart. Soon they abandoned form altogether: shapeless Lunas laughed as they slithered along the floor, inhaling his musk and leaving whisper-kisses all up and down his body. They murmured filthy words into his ears.

Nightmare Moon puffed out her chest a little bit more, calling more of those phantom succubi back to herself. They joined into her, coaxing their matriarch to teach this bad boy a lesson, insisting his punishment be as truly thorough, and lengthy, as he deserved. And she took them all in, with every intent of doing so. And she grew.

Each time Twilight denied the charm of Nightmare Moon's power and beauty, those living reminders of his desire for her soaked into her growing form turning her into something far greater than just another pony.

The moon was... waxing...

“Mm…” Luna sighed, looming larger and larger with each carnal fantasy. “If only thou knew how good this feels~”

Every shuddering breath Luna took seemed to grow her a little larger as she very happily fed herself on the fruits of Twilight’s stubbornness. This great gathering of Lunas was his fault, and he had no-one else to blame as they coalesced together around their true mistress. Their power flowed easily into her body, each piece of the puzzle fitting as if it had always been a part of her.

They returned to Luna what Twilight had borrowed, and made her greater still.

Midnight black breastflesh rose like dough in the oven, Luna’s armor warping from the sheer amount of her it had to contain. Twilight watched, completely entranced, as the bumpy indents of two fat nipples pressed their way through the metal plating, no more constrained by the kingdom’s finest armor than they would have been by a simple cotton shirt.

“Thou hast never fantasized of a form like Ours, dearest Sparkle?” Luna laughed, falling deeper into her display. With just one hand she tore her breastplate away like tinfoil, lacing her fingers along the underside of a full, dark breast, hoisting it smugly towards him. She giddily pawed at her overblown bust, each globe perfect as the Moon itself.

Her other hand descended toward her inner thigh, gently stroking at the soft expanses of black while she readied herself for the main course. “No idle temptations? We almost feel insulted! To think one of Our most favored subjects should not find Us pleasing to the eye…”

“No!” Twilight choked out, still entombed in the warm mass of dream Lunas. “You’re a very attractive mare, but... but we should keep things professional! There simply must be some mistake, I would never have fantasized about… Mph!” Twilight was suddenly saved from indicting himself anymore - Yoga Instructor Luna had made herself comfortable on his face. All light and sound was blotted out by the only pair of thighs he could ever imagine as thicker than his own.

"Oop," giggled that leotard-clad, legwarmer-wearing hussy as she rolled her big, exquisitely firm butt back and forth over Twilight's face in waves. She smelled sweet as peaches, with an undercurrent of sweat that made his pole strain at his pants in need. A few whiffs of that would reduce any stallion to a soggy mess, after all.

"Looks like We are the only one left now, ahaha. Make sure you you warm up and do your stretches for the exercise to come, young Sparkle... We understand Our replacement instructor can be... quite the hellion!"

Then she too turned to dust and darkness, joining the patchwork quilt of laughing, prancing Lunas circling about their mistress. They streaked towards her with howls and whooshes, locking onto Nightmare Moon's growing form with a release of magical energy that manifested as fading white light. For a single mesmerizing moment Nightmare Moon's body rippled with cascading flashes, like a living disco ball.

Luna grew and grew, more and more, her diabolical laughter echoing about the chamber and inside Twilight's head. She refused to stop at outsizing little Twilight, growing beyond his nightly fantasies and surpassing even daydreams of her statuesque older sister. She looked back at him with euphoria flashing in her eyes, and continued to tower. The goddess cast a long shadow indeed over her sacrificial stallion.

Just as the lightshow had come, it was gone. All had gone dark in Luna’s throne room. Distant pillars were gobbled up by the total absence of light, a blackness that seemed to stretch on through time and space.

Author's Note

This chapter is... very silly. There's a lot of bad jokes and references and things. Luna is my favourite pony to write, but she's pretty much silliness incarnate, so that kind of bled into the writing in parts.

The Nightmare Dreamscape, Time Unknown

Twilight came to with a frightened start. Jolting awake, he found himself back in the endless Dreamscape, in a blackness matched only by the darkest depths of Equestria’s oceans, or lightless caverns far below the surface. The total absence of light surrounded him.

He shivered, realizing he had been stripped totally nude. Twilight squirmed amidst the nothingness, folding his legs into his chest in an effort to preserve warmth.

Adrift in the impermeable fog, the little pony couldn’t see anything. His heart pounded frantically in his chest, refusing to slow despite all his efforts. He forced himself to sit still, lest he attract the attention of this realm’s malevolent mistress.

Luna had changed the terms of the dream again. If Twilight had ever doubted he was in the Dreamscape earlier, that had long since passed. He was in a secret other place, a world known only to Luna. Reality here bent to her whim, and all ponies were her playthings.

Something behemothic shifted in the dark, looming over the all-too-vulnerable Twilight.

Twilight squealed. He curled up in fear, trying to shrink into a tiny ball... heedless of the fact that he’d be pushing his own bulging, harder-than-he-could-ever-remember erection up against his juicy, kissable lips. How had he thought to deny Luna's beauty? A coy sideways glance from her made him stiff enough to break a plate!

Twilight silently swore to himself that if she asked him again, he'd just say yes. He'd admit to everything, he'd pour his heart out to her if that was what she wanted. Twilight only wanted the nightmare to end.

Unfortunately for him, the creature seemed drawn to that near-palpable sense of fear. A pair of brilliant, glimmering cat's eyes shot wide open in the murk, a pair of emerald spotlights large as billboards. Whatever they were, they felt like more than Luna now. The idea of a nightmare lorded over Twilight.

A slippery red tongue pierced the darkness below those eyes, drooling a waterfall of gooey saliva from between rows of bladed teeth. A true creature of nightmares hung in the air over Twilight, drawing closer... closer...

But the pain Twilight braced himself for never arrived. Instead, that sinister visage passed over him, leaving a trail of goopy saliva all over his curvy frame. He found out why a moment later: he had indeed been her target, but she’d chosen to bury him in something other than her slobbery maw.

As it turned out, things that went bump in the night could also go boing.

Moments later, a pair of heavy, wonderful breasts monster-breasts bounced directly onto him, totally at odds with this beast’s nightmarish features. With only tactile sensations to go on, they caught Twilight totally by surprise... and just about bowled the poor cutie over.

Clutching for purchase at the giant tits lording over him in the dark, Twilight found them as full and ripe as any pony's. He felt so relieved to have something soft and familiar in this dreadful place, even if they were attached to Queen Dreadful herself!

Unfortunately, his boob-hugging soon turned to boob-tugging as he tried to free himself: Nightmare Moon had gotten to work on “pressuring” out Twilight’s confession. The squeeze of those big dark boobs just about took his breath away. “Ahh... Please...”

Nightmare Moon moved closer, bringing the Evil Titties to bear. That evil face smirked overhead as she let her tremendous weight rest on top of him. She smooshed her chest down onto Twilight from either side, enveloping his middle in snug warmth. Her bust swallowed his hard, unwavering pole just as completely as the darkness about him swallowed up his sight.

The breasts smothered Twilight’s fat cock from either side. What had begun as light squeezing soon graduated to an oppressively strong grip, a pussy-like vice that milked his shaft until the veins bulged... until he squirmed under overwhelming pleasure. The darkness hadn’t simply robbed him of his sight, but heightened all other sensations... Twilight found himself breathless.

Luna with tantalizing grace for her size, sliding her chest up and down his shaft and coaxing Twilight steadily toward his peak. She laughed in his ear, waiting for a confession to form on his lips. She knew it would be a good one.

“I admit it!” Twilight wailed. He sagged under the weight of his confession - not to mention Luna’s bust. “I admit it! I admit it all!”

He was nearly in tears after all the teasing, the touching, the sheer arousal brought on him by Luna’s overwhelming presence. “I dream of no other! You’re so beautiful! So perfect! I can only hope of touching you in my dreams!”

Twilight barely paused in speaking, aside from taking in a few deep breaths. “I even write extra small in my math notebooks... so I have more space to doodle Lady Luna!”

The darkness all around Twilight fled, replaced with shimmering golden moonlight flooding into the chamber. There, before his very eyes, and wrapped around his very cock, was Nightmare Moon.

And, oh, what a full moon she’d grown into. She simply dwarfed him, a buxom colossus looming over her cute little challenger. Every inch of her - of which there were many - sang with power and sexual allure, jiggling and rippling in equal measure. What he had seen before was just a pale shadow, a vision of the goddess at her lowest, most mortal stature. This was Nightmare Moon in all her curvy grandeur, a force of nature bearing down upon him.

“At last: the denouement!” Nightmare Moon’s extreme pleasure left her voice choked with emotion. She grinned a very satisfied grin. “And what a splendid confession it was!”

The villainous Moon licked her lips as she leaned closer, eyeing her cute little prey up and down. “To think, all this time you were imagining all these inappropriate things about Us. Dressing Ourselves up for thine own crude fantasies!”

She squeezed him once more. “And all of it... right under Our nose. And now lying to Us in a silly attempt to impede - mm…”

The devilish pony laughed, and even that was enough to make her bosom bounce. Her all-encompassing chest perverted even the simplest of movements into cock-teasing jiggles, waves of motion that wobbled their way through the warm, supple breastflesh swallowing up his lower body. “...Justice.”

Twilight gulped as she situated herself closer to him. With just scant inches between them, he was fully cozied up to her immense form. He could feel her body heat, and hear the thump-thump of her heart. “Would you…” Twilight blushed, unable to think of a proper defense for all his many transgressions. “Would you believe I had thought it was Opposite Day?”

“No,” she purred, in a sound like a great, gas-powered motor roaring to life. She placed a massive finger, favorably thick compared to his own slender forearm, on his chest. “Now...”

“Art thou ready to receive thy punishment?” With but a trifling effort needed, Nightmare Moon tipped him over.

Twilight winced away, trying to avoid Luna's burning gaze. But at the same time, he knew this was necessary. The sooner he accepted his punishment, the sooner it would be over. The sooner the loveable and fun Princess Luna would be back at his side.

Twilight hung his head. "Yes..."

"Ahaha! Ahahaha! Perfect! The Night wins again!" Nightmare Moon threw back her head and roared with a laughter that set her pendulous breasts to showing their true weight and heft. They bounced splendidly in a celebration of her womanly might.

Nightmare Moon blended into the darkness, inky tendrils phasing up and around Twilight's thunder thighs. She reformed atop him, straddling the little pony with her claws on his chest and her thighs spread wide apart. Her ankles firmly dug into and under his butt, leaving her full, flush pussy poised along the length of his pole... with a similar tension to how that demonic grinning face hung over him.

"But when this is over, please go back to being Luna..." Twilight breathed, his voice coming out as little more than a hoarse whisper.

He turned his head away, avoiding the beast's glimmering cat's eyes. "Turn back into Equestria's loveable Princess!”

"Fie on thee, Twilight Sparkle! Now is not the time for jesting! Your confession makes it more than clear who you prefer between Princess Luna and Nightmare Moon!" She paused to puff up her chest, once again proudly lifting her bust, "... Nightmare Moon is the greatest object of your desires! Admit it!"

Twilight seized Nightmare Moon's wrist. She glanced down at him, unperturbed, but questioning. "No! No...”

He fumbled for the right words. “I mean, you are amazing. Nnmm, you know I love villains and you totally played it to the hilt, but... Ugh..."

She cackled at that, wearing a prideful grin. "We know more than enough about you to know it is force that arouses you, young Twilight Sparkle. Displays of strength and power! Hmhmhm~"

Twilight realized he was chewing his lip nervously. He forced himself to stop, "I know! I know I’m a pervert! But if I have to choose between you and Luna, I want Luna! She might not be perverted and naughty like you are, but... But I still like her better! She's my friend!”

Twilight screwed himself up inside. “We saved her from your curse. She became our friend!”

Nightmare Moon froze on the spot, her mouth forming a little "O.” Her eyes shot wide open, stunned by his words. She dropped her head, and Twilight went from meeting her gaze to seeing his own reflection in the cold, metallic steel of her helmet.

With her head down, Nightmare Moon’s expression remained barely visible to Twilight. But what little he could see involved her features tugging this way and that, torn between conflicting emotions... But most of all, the looks on her face were ones of surprise.

Slowly and carefully, Nightmare Moon recomposed herself. Twilight found himself reminded of an actor slipping back into her stage persona.

When she did speak again, the Alicorn's voice quavered slightly, choked with a new emotion. She spoke very slowly and carefully, choosing her words with clear consideration. “We are... not as "innocent"... as you think, young Twilight Sparkle."

"Luna..."

Once again, the very room itself seemed to shake with Nightmare Moon’s maniacal laughter. Lightning flashed at the windows. Thunder crackled overhead.

"For We... are Nightmare Moon!" she bellowed. The wind howled. Windows rattled in their frames.

When Nightmare Moon spoke again, it was in a booming royal tone, a rich snarl of outrage. "The Darkness in which ponies become animals, the spectre hanging over the sinful masses! That is our domain!”

“Ahaha! You think We are innocent? Under the guise of Our glorious Night, even the most innocent of fillies becomes wicked, trotting up the stairs and into the homes of stallions. All the coupling, all the mating... We bathe in perversion every night, little stallion!”

Nightmare Moon composed herself. She fixed her helmet, which had come askew, then laid her fingers on her chest. It seemed as if Twilight wasn't the only one whose heart pounded. "Whew."

Then the evil varletess did something quite unexpected. Nightmare Moon abruptly dove forwards, thrusting her face against Twilight’s. His cry of surprise had barely left his throat before it was stifled, the Goddess’s wet, perverted mouth planting firmly on his. The frightful kiss pushed sharp fangs against his soft lips and wormed a forked serpent’s tongue into his mouth.

“Mm... Mm,” moaned Twilight.

Nightmare Moon drew the kiss out, smacking her lips, changing her grasp on him every few seconds. “Nnh. Mm...”

Some minutes later, Nightmare Moon broke her kiss with Twilight Sparkle, leaving the flustered femboy hard as a rock... and with a lengthy trail of drool stretching between his mouth and hers.

She grinned like a demon. "Lessons we will now share with you. Art thou ready to be punished?"

Twilight flushed red in the face. He nodded.

“Good... Then we shall start... with... ”

A trickle of fear ran down Twilight’s back as a playful tone entered that seductress’s voice. She leaned closer, tapping a finger on her chin as diabolical plots raced through her head.

She soon trailed her finger down, bringing it to rest on the head of Twilight’s penis. “... This. Yes. This will need something done about it, little Twilight.”

“After all, this isn’t your true size, is it?” she teased. She drew circles around the plump head of Twilight’s penis. “This... dream size... I’m sure it’s... much larger than reality. Everyone’s their own ideal in dreams, aren’t they?”

She chuckled ruefully, shrugging her shoulders with no shortage of pomp. “For so many nights now, the benevolence of Princess Luna has allowed you to puff up your member to this outrageous size... all for the sake of your dreams. But now you shall shed this guise, mm? We revoke this right to you... and return this Sparkle Shaft to its true size! How small and trifling will it shrink, We wonder?”

“Wait... Luna, wait, I...!” Twilight cried out, trying to stop her. But he had as little say in this as he had in any other occurrences tonight. Nightmare Moon conjured a bundle of dream-stuff and lashed out towards Twilight’s member. Both mare and stallion held their breath for a long, drawn-out moment, the Alicorn leaning closer to see her subject’s shame...

Nightmare Moon expected Twilight’s member to dwindle and shrink... only for her eyes widen as instead Twilight's fat stallionhood swelled larger and thicker than ever. The penis wobbled taller, taller, taller... and when the air had cleared, Nightmare Moon’s jaw hung wide open. “No, no. This can’t be right…” She looked from Twilight’s stud-pole to his face, then back again. “Twilight! You have... grown! How can this be?”

Twilight twirled a finger coyly in his long lavender locks. He was blushing brighter than ever, avoiding her eyes. “W-Well... The other stallions always said it’s way too big, so I’ve always, um, wished it was a bit smaller... Eheh.”

Nightmare Moon’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. But at the same time, she suddenly felt aware of an awkward sensation in her belly she’d never experienced before. It was like a fire right under her womb. Unconsciously, she measured his shaft with her gaze... and compared it to her belly. When she realized how deep it would be being packed inside of her, that fire only burned hotter!

The armoured invader lurched forwards into smoke again, phasing through Twilight and sliding further up his body. Suddenly, and without any warning, a satiny pleasure shot through his body. It was like nothing Twilight had ever felt before. He saw stars, and howled a tormented cry.

The first part of Luna to reform from within that thick cloud of blackness was the velvet slit of her pussy, the pink and tight fuck-sheath flurrying up and down his pole. She left a hundred satin kisses on every inch of his straining rod... as if every one of those giggling dream Lunas were still there, smooching his rod silly.

With her position ascertained, more and more Nightmare Moon took form above Twilight. The effect was akin to something like an inky black fluid being poured into a Nightmare Moon-shaped container. The smoke whirled around on itself, end over end, and soft, fleshy details began to fill out, coalescing into a womanly whole.

Nightmare Moon popped into being with hands plastered across Twilight’s fluttering chest... and wide hips happily bouncing away in his lap. She looked more recognizable as Luna now, less like that nightmare monster. Her luscious features looked brighter than ever, eyes full of hope and lips upturned in a radiant smile. To poor little Twilight, it was as if the moon itself bore down on him. She engulfed his heavy-set hips in titanically-thick thighs.

Was it some trick of fate that the little stallion once again found himself under another such utterly overwhelming mare? And Nightmare Moon had also grown plump on the power of Twilight’s most sensual fantasies: She was the biggest and most overwhelming of them all! Wherever he tried to turn and wriggle away, hoping for some faint reprieve from her colossal lusts, there was only more of Her.

Twilight flailed for purchase, but his hands only found her lust-swollen nipples. Pinned, his wiggling hips were chastised again and again by the impact of her impossibly luscious booty. There was simply no escape, no rest, no hope for his cock to escape her warm, wet depths until she was completely satisfied.

“Ah! Mm, yes! Oh yes, the punishment shall fit the crime... and this is a most fitting punishment for our most perverted subject!” Luna’s groans reverberated throughout the whole chamber, forming a chorus of echoing squeals around their carnal exhibition.

They were well matched for one another: Luna’s massively disproportionate size was actually just about right for Twilight’s overfed member... and much bigger than anything she’d have dared imagined in her own naughty dreams. It filled her so fully - so completely - that every throb and tremor gave her a new burst of pleasure to savour.

What had once been punishment for Twilight’s nightly indiscretions quickly became fuel for the fire burning inside her. A fire that demanded more, and more, and more, and... “More!”

Twilight barely heard her, lost in the fog of his own lusts. But his body responded to her commands more than ably, thrusting back in time with the rhythm she’d set for him. He gave himself to her, utterly and completely, a true offering to his goddess. He was ready to do anything if it brought her even the tiniest bit of pleasure. When she rejoiced, so did he, and that was all he needed.

Nightmare Moon shifted her grip on Twilight's heaving chest, slipping her hands under his armpits and placing her forefingers on his collarbones. He kept perfectly still under her as the dictatoress rolled her hips in circles, arching her long, slender back.

For her part, Luna was just shocked to find herself recalling long unused muscles. A pleasant ache in her spine and hips reminded her how long it had been since she had been with a man. Truly, this was a pleasure long overdue for the ruler of the night. A Goddess's strength and sexuality were as deeply intertwined as they were potent... and she had left this simple pleasure for too long.

More sensations flooded back to her. She luxuriated in her body glistening with sweat. She felt the simple joy of continuing to screw past exhaustion... Best of all, she recalled the worshippers of bygone eras looking up at her from under her colossal bust, hearts fluttering in their chests as they felt true awe and wonder towards her power.

Yes, she could certainly see a little of that fear woven through with adulation in little Sparkle's eyes now, couldn't she? She commanded him in a forceful tone: "Just look at you, Twilight Sparkle... You must be so used to having ponies - perhaps even ponies like Us - underneath you. Surely you wouldst love nothing more than to give the indomitable Nightmare Moon those same disgraceful full-length thrusts you gave Our sister... even with this club of an erection, mmm? You are but livestock to us! Merely a means to an end!"

Nightmare Moon drew her hips all the way up to the tip of his pole. She poised herself there, looking for all the world like a proud conqueror surveying her latest capture, and finding it to be good. "Hahaha! You are but food for the Night's velvety trap! Just a tasty morsel to swallow up... squeeze the life out of... and drain your energy down to the last drop! Just look at how helpless you are without those wicked balls-deep thrusts you are so very fond of..."

She grinned, and tightened her slit on him at the same time. Two different facets of that same sinister treatment. "A foolish male who just wishes to pound himself silly inside of Our divine curves... But you shalt be denied... until We are satisfied! Ahahaha!"

Hammering the point home in the cruelest way she could, Nightmare Moon used orbiting sways of her hips to polish the head of Twilight's plump cock. She directly applied the pink flesh of her pussy - right inside her labia - to his cock, leaving him glistening with her juices. She swirled around him in circles, teasing and teasing... and when she finally did lower her hips, she took in barely more than a few inches at once. He cried out in something like pain, something like pleasure, at this obscene teasing treatment.

This torture continued for long, drawn-out minutes, and it left Twilight speechless. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, pretty pink mouth drawn all the way open in a soundless cry as he writhed this way and that under his predator.

Twilight tried to avoid making too much noise, but it felt too good. In the end, his voice escaped in cute, girlish cries totally unfitting for a stallion.

"Nightmare... Nightmare Moon, I'm cumming... Hnnn..." Twilight finally gasped, his hips beginning to buck off the bed. Anything to get a little deeper inside this wicked mare! Her response was instant as she felt him trembling within her. With lips pursed and eyes wide-open, Nightmare Moon bore an expression of purest delight!

In a heartbeat, she plunged down onto him. His cock, previously twitching and needy in the cool air, was now buried inside her. He found himself smothered in tight pussy from tip to base, held deep in the Goddess’s warmth. That busty she-devil locked their bodies together, gulping him down into the darkest depths of her selfish, sinister pussy. She needled him with all her squeezing flesh at once.

Twilight had to remind himself he was in a dream. Surely nothing in the waking world could feel so nice. And yet...

Even in this world of dreams, it was impossible to believe those pink folds seducing him were anything but real. She was just so snug, so tight, as if she'd never been with a boy before. With her first real taste came increased tightness, and a refusal to let him slip out. Her folds suctioned on his huge boypole with real love, demanding he release all his cute faggy boispunk into her.

Luna felt the same. For the first time in longer than she could remember, a sensation of pleasure welled up from deep within her womb - a reminder of something long-since forgotten during her thousand years on the moon. She lost her composure, her lips trembling as goosebumps rose on the back of her long, slender neck. "Uuuooo... Twilight! We..."

Their bodies, locked together, trembled. Vibrations rolled down Luna and Twilight's hips as they shook together in a mutual orgasm. A pair of shocked, choked cries escaped both lover's mouths. They both turned still as statues as gushes of Twilight's thick gooey seed could find no more room in his lover's womb and oozed out of her and down his shaft. Twilight Sparkle and Nightmare Moon clung to each other for dear life, arms laced tight.

With a clanking of armoured plate, Nightmare Moon leaned back atop her little stallion. She took a moment to catch her breath. With eyes half-lidded and pupils dilated, every detail of her face burned into Twilight's mind. She raised her black-gloved hands and placed her forefingers on her breasts, lazily wobbling them from side to side. Seeing him watching, she rotated her upper body just enough to give them a mesmerizing sway.

"A fine first effort, Twilight Sparkle..." she cooed.

Nightmare Moon reached for her helmet and cast it aside, sending a cascade of starswept locks spilling down her shoulders. It flooded down her back, just as it spilled across the shelf of her breasts. "But your night's labours have only just begun."

Thankfully for Twilight, he was far from spent. In fact, to call Twilight spent would be to call the ocean empty, to say the sky might run out of air. No, Twilight was a special sort of stallion, the kind who could cum and cum and cum again, and still have more to spare. A little Whinnygizer bunny, going endlessly on at his partner’s whim.

On the other hand, this was usually the point in his play sessions where he got a little pat on the head and a cozy postcoital cuddle. A gentle snuggle to cap his sexual frenzy! But looking into Nightmare Moon’s eyes, he could see he hadn’t quite finished his penance yet.

Luna and Nightmare Moon alike had been conjured to satisfy his nightly needs dozens on dozens - going into hundreds - of times. He would be serving Luna for a long time to come.

“‘An eye for an eye’, as they say in Equestria,” Nightmare Moon said, a twinkle of passion glimmering in her starry eyes. She positioned herself back over him, teasing him with the gentle touch of her ravenous pussy. She reignited his lusts with the furnace burning between her thighs. Thick, creamy drops of his seed dripped down Twilight’s stiffening shaft - a reminder of his previous orgasm. Also a reminder that Luna could always, always take more. “For each and every naughty dream thou hast had at our expense... We shalt demand a pleasant dream of Our own.”

She winked at him, tongue slithering playfully over her fangs. “You had best be prepared, Twilight Sparkle.”

He certainly wasn’t prepared, but that hardly stopped Nightmare Moon from plunging back down on him. She forced the unyielding weight of her hips back against the battered, battle-tested base of his own. Boy and girl gasped again in hazy, mind-fogging pleasure as she resumed bouncing on him - again and again, and harder than before. Her gooey depths seemed determined to milk and squeeze every last possible drop of cum from her lover. This was their mission, their purpose in life: to suck every last breath of air from the sky; to drain the sea.

Luna rolled her hips atop Twilight, lips pensively pursed. She studied his embarrassment and shame with a critical eye that only deepened it. She kept him well-teased. And, in turn, well-erect.

"I've never felt one twitching so much... It's just like you, isn't it? Could it be you're already on the verge of cumming again, my little pony?" With him trapped under her, Luna could freely rub up and down his shaft with the hard button at the top of her pussy. So when she realized he was growing close to another release...

“Ah, ah, ah,” she teased, even as the tempo of her own thrusts continued to rise. “No cumming just yet, dear Sparkle.” Pleasure and chastisement together at once, a devilish combination that left him howling under the mewling demon-pony.

"After so many years without... a stallion inside of Us! Ahh! Nothing compare to this! Mm!"

"Luna! Please! Give me a moment or I'm going to - "

A fanged grin spread across her sinister features. Nightmare Moon leaned back, placing her hands on the floor behind her. A few shakes of her hips was all it took... and Twilight's crazed howling once again echoed around her throne room. As the pretty boy pushed his head back against the ground, the spongy tip of his cock released a fountain of semen all over her belly and himself... but mostly inside the Princess's fiery, vengeful womb.

From there on, everything became as if a dream. Sometimes Twilight awoke to find himself in a great giantess's bear-hug, lifted to her face, her cheeks hollowed and her eyes smirking as she drained unending flows of semen from his member. Other times, fists as large as his head wrapped around his ankles and wrists. They held his limbs together while a howling black creature bounced on his lap... or dangled him over her head, making his stiff cock flop down into the gulf of her black mouth... Sometimes he felt gentle hands softly stroking his face, while loving whispers lacking even a trace of Nightmare Moon caressed his ears.

Twilight was delirious, no longer able to tell what was real and what was fantasy - or if such terms even applied to the Dreamscape. When he came to, he found himself laying on a great, broad belly of endless darkness, thick womanly thighs like a mountain range stretching away out to the horizon. Calves like battleships bore down on him from the sky above, driving him deeper into a ravenous, thirsty abyss that suctioned tightly on him, driving his face down into nothingness. He was a tiny speck in the infinite depths of space, pouring out an ocean of gooey cum. He felt the entire night sky, even the moon hanging overhead, shivering its lusty approval.

By the end, Twilight felt too exhausted to even move. He laid back on the floor, little tummy fluttering a mile a minute, eyes shut and tongue lolling.

Nightmare Moon sat amidst the darkness a few feet away, most of her armour long-since discarded. Now, between her legendary beauty and her daunting, monstrous size, one could have easily mistaken her for the great statues in Canterlot Hedge Maze.

It was only by the solid white and unbroken bubble of white beading out from in-between the lips of her pussy that one could see she was a real living pony. She and Twilight had been very busy.

Nightmare Moon clambered to her feet, coming to stand over Twilight.

"Rise!" called Nightmare Moon to little Twilight, but he did not.

"Rise!" she said again. The bubble bulging out of her pussy popped, releasing a great gloopy gushing of seed down her thighs and all across the carpet. She paid it no mind.

The huffing and puffing Twilight couldn't muster the energy to speak. Instead, he continued to pant as he slowly rolled his eyes to look up at her. "Wurbl..."

"Hmhmhm... Poor little pony! We are not finished yet!" Nightmare Moon had no patience for his weakness, and touch what she wanted by force.

The giantess reached down, seizing Twilight by the ankles. She positioned him on his back and thrust those same ankles up past his neck. She exposed the chubby cutie’s enormous, fleshy behind to the cool air... and her hot gaze.

The prize she sought was now before her. With a little "pop!", his giant cock bulged out between his thighs, thudding down onto his fat ass with a nice, satisfying whap.

Nightmare Moon looked at Twilight’s shaft with renewed approval. The silly boy was so hung he could have pounded his own butt if he'd wanted to. But instead, she raised his cock, masturbating him to hardness again... and then squatted over his booty. It was a shameful position boys were forced into when dominated by the strongest of women.

"Mmm..." Nightmare Moon murmured as she pushed his flagging member back inside. A few pumps of her lurid pussy around him was all it took to have that traitorous dick hard again... even though it surely must be firing blanks by now.

Nightmare Moon puckered her lips in concentration, unused to this kind of sex. She held a focused face as she began to move.

In Twilight's case, it had taken him a long moment to realize exactly what she was doing. But it all became clear to him when she thrust down. Little thuds echoed around the quiet, still void as Nightmare Moon thrust her hips like a male would, pounding her pussy on his butt with firm swings of her lower body. Each thrust gobbled up his cock, making the overstimulated cutie whine and squirm... He howled suddenly.

"It's too sensitive! Take it out!"

"We shan’t!"

Nightmare Moon pounding her hips harder. She took the initiative, bottoming him out in her succulent pussy. She took an even more masculine position, thrusting her hips like an animal and driving down on him again and again.

"Not... No... Don't... haaahn..."

"Mmhmhm... What is it, Twilight?"

Whud. Whud. Whud. Twilight arched his back, his whole cock tickled as she fucked him in this embarrassing way. The mare atop him pounded his ass.

"Don't do me... like I'm a giiii~iiiirl!"

After teasing the cute pony under her about how only men and boys wanted balls-deep thrusting, Nightmare Moon seemed to be proving herself quite the hypocrite. She savagely fucked him, driven by a need to conquer her little pet completely. The beastly predator’s tongue lolled fully out of her mouth as her mind seemed to finally reach the same whited-out state his had long ago.

She locked their lower bodies together, his fat cock jumping and twitching right up against her womb. She trembled, squirming right back at him. Both lovers cried out in unison.

Twilight’s final humiliation had arrived: the little stallion was fully pinned right under his wicked mistress’s soft, plump form, bent in half. As her orgasming pussy squeezed the life out of him, the villainess kissed him all the way through his orgasm. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, and he sucked it like it were a big, sloppy pacifier. She made love to Twilight like he was her little wilting flower, and Twilight gobbled it all up like a silly filly with her first stallion.

The sissy femboy arched his back under the mare ruthlessly milking him. Despite his best efforts, Nightmare Moon successfully wrung one last offering to the night’s majesty deep out of Twilight’s sore, sore nuts.

Twilight awoke with a gasp. He hoped this time he was really awake.

“I can’t believe I had such a perverted dream...” he huffed, blushing furiously. His bed was a murky swamp of soggy sheets and slick, sticky cum. Twilight quickly rolled out from the sticky mess of his bed and removed his pajamas. He wasn’t sure either could be salvaged.

Twilight couldn’t remember much of the night’s details, but he could remember... Luna. Luna! Yes, of course. Nearly all of his most pleasant wet dreams involved her now. Last night’s must have been the biggest and best of them all.

It was only in the hot, energizing rush of his morning shower that the rest of his memories trickled back in. A towering Nightmare Moon. Orgasm after orgasm. Being left utterly powerless and submissive before his Goddess. Embarrassed, Twilight bit his lip.

Seeking penance, he turned the shower down a few dozen degrees, from scalding to arctic. Whatever his dream had been, it certainly hadn’t been the usual nightly escapade.

He stumbled out of his room, feeling strangely reassured to see the golden yellow banners of Princess Celestia’s daytime court once again adorning the walls. Things were back to normal.

Satisfied, he waddled sleepily toward breakfast. His night had been so blissfully productive that he was left feeling quite thoroughly drained, and the siren call of freshly made pancakes lured Twilight easily to the table.

Princess Luna waited there for him.

“Well! A good morning to thee, Twilight Sparkle,” she laughed, sitting down across from him. She wasn’t normally the morning type, most days hidden deep in her biggest, fuzziest pink robe and staring dourly into her coffee... but today she seemed to be positively glowing. She smiled sweetly at him as she stole the syrup away for her own pancakes. “Didst thou sleep peacefully?”

Twilight could only blush, and fill his mouth with fluffy pancake goodness. “Mmf!”

Looking into Luna’s smiling face, he could not help but shake the feeling that his night - while very enjoyable - had been anything but peaceful. “Mmf, mmf…”

“Of course,” Luna giggled. “You know, Twilight... We feel We may have been too hasty in our previous assessment of you. We may just have to start keeping a closer eye on you in future...”

Twilight chewed his food slowly and swallowed. He looked coyly at Luna over the top of his meager, half-full plate. “I… think I should go order seconds,” he murmured, pulling his chair out from the table. “Have to keep my energy up. Long day ahead of me!”

And, from the look Luna gave him, there was going to be a long night right after.

Canterlot Royal Gardens. 11:15 AM, Tuesday morning.

Author's Note

The first chapter of this story is fairly Celestia-focused. Just sit tight for all the delicious Luna goodness coming in the near future.

Canterlot Royal Gardens. 11:15 AM, Tuesday morning.

The princesses Celestia and Woona were enjoying a private tea sampling, secluded away from their subjects deep within the royal hedge maze.

And what a sight they made of themselves. Both of the immense, jaw-droppingly-built giantesses were dressed appropriately for a relaxing afternoon, with cute sun hats, necklaces, and a few bits of gaudy jewelry here and there.

But the real show-stoppers were their matching white dresses that stopped at mid-calf. The spaghetti straps of those skimpy garments practically bowed under the weight of all that majestic cleavage!

Something else was doing some work to strain one of their dresses in particular, not to mention causing quite a bit of consternation between the sisters. For rising up between them was none other than the prominent bulge that had caused Princess Luna almost constant distress and flusterment these past few months: the immensely-rounded, expectant excess of Celestia’s belly.

There weren’t many things that could dwarf an Amazon like Celestia, but that gigantic pregnancy was certainly trying. It rose up in all its foal-stuffed greatness, a semi-permanent marking left by all the nights of thrusting and panting that little beast Twilight had done atop her. There was no way he couldn’t be proud of that... any perverted boy would be!

It had necessitated this respite, private time sorely needed by the fair Princess Celestia. The one she was vacationing away from, after all, was the cause of that tummy: Celestia’s esteemed student, the one and only Twilight Sparkle. Certainly her brightest, most beautiful, her... "healthiest" student. Yes, healthy was a descriptor that fit that virile brat perfectly.

Ever since they had taken their relationship to the next step, Celestia had found herself simply overwhelmed. It wasn't his dominance: she'd amply prepared herself for that, welcomed it, in fact. But there was so much semen that came with being Twilight’s pet! Those seed pods underslung along the base of his shaft were factories that never slept, constantly churning with the creation of yet more goopy white packages to deliver unto the Throne.

How could such a tiny, ladylike stallion produce such disarming quantities of ejaculate? Was he piping it in from some secret supply somewhere? He must have been. How else could she explain his appetite for orgasming ten - twenty - thirty times a day, and not a single one of them dry-shooting?

How many nights now had Celestia found herself in a spunk-induced daze, marvelling at the cum-splatters covering every surface, white-washing walls, and plastering family heirlooms? How many times now had she been forced to stare down bathtubs of spunk, or have her nostrils invaded by enormous globs of foul-smelling pony-cum? On more occasions than she could count, the royal had had her vast chest and her finest dresses splattered with blobs of the stuff as thick as treacle, even while ‘platonically’ cuddling with her littlest pony.

Yes, that little angel had been more of a handful than ever lately!

Celestia sighed in relief, glad to be free for the moment from tidal waves of Twi-goop. She had scheduled this private moment alone with her sister for exactly this reason, to relax, regroup and, most important of all, spend a day without seeing so much of a drop of her boyfriend’s semen.

And on that note, she smiled down at the cup of tea before her, inhaling its rich lustre, and full body. She lifted it from the table, extended her pinky, and prepared to sip... and...

The tea. Something was off about it. It was as if that lustre was just a little too rich, and she wrinkled her nose in concern.

Celestia glanced down at her cup, fearing the worst. And sure enough, she found what she had been most dreading: an oily white rope was circling around the liquid's surface. Celestia's stomach gurgled as the familiar taste and smell of Twilight's gluggy cum came to her, and she writhed in discomfort... She wasn't safe even here in the royal gardens!

Celestia glanced towards her sister, wondering if Luna’s cup was similarly laced. "Ah... Are you enjoying your tea, Luna?"

Luna, on the other hand, seemed more than happy with her beverage. She took a deep draught from her cup, and smacked her lips together - with gusto! - afterwards. Celestia could see the white strands of male-produced goop running from the top to the bottom of her sister’s mouth, but refrained from comment. "The tea is most delightful, sister. Actually...”

Luna set her teacup down with an unusual calm. “If anything were causing Us concern today, it would be you.”

Celestia scoffed, deflecting wildly. “Dearest sister! What has gotten into you?”

Luna’s sardonic gaze fell to the breathtakingly-large bulge of Celestia’s tummy. “Certainly not the same thing that’s been getting into you, Celestia. And over and over, day in and day out, We might add!”

Well, she had more than a point there. Celestia was huge now, overflowing with the results of her own divine fertility. Previously her breezy dress had hung saucily off her curves, yet now it struggled to contain them, to the point where even another inch of expansion might bulge the whole thing to shreds, filling her lap with even more rounded middle than it had now. Celestia had already been a very big, very curvy pony, and now she had thrown ‘very pregnant’ into the mix as well.

Luna scooped her teacup up again in her long, slender fingers, closing her eyes and soothing her nerves with another frazzled slip. “And out of wedlock at that! The whispers carried on the mouths of the commonfolk are less than favourable!”

“Well, marriage is…” Celestia began lamely. “That is to say, I...”

As much as Celestia would have liked to focus on her sister’s all-too-accurate accusations, she instead found herself spellbound by the sight of Luna running her tongue gently around the rim of her cup. Each sizzle of spunk on her tongue should have been enough to make Luna sputter and spit, throwing the cup aside.

And yet, the taste of gooey seed wrung straight from Twilight’s nuts just seemed to spur Princess Luna on. If only her loyal subjects could see her now, as she thirstily washed down Canterlot’s finest teas and milks with the thick, salty ejaculate of a horny little stallion.

Well, Celestia couldn't blame her. The taste did have a certain je ne sais quoi to it, didn’t it?

The ruler of the night eagerly scooped up a great dollop of Twilight Sparkle’s semen on her fingers and dangled them over her mouth. Right before Celestia’s watering eyes, she dipped every digit one-by-one into her mouth, suck-popping them clean. Gulp! Stallion seed dribbled down into the pit of Luna’s toned belly, resting heavy as lead.

Celestia flushed bright red. Well, she thought to herself, even as a little smile popped onto her face. She caressed the gravid protrusion of her belly, unable to keep her proud hands off that popped-out lump. I suppose we both have a little of Twilight in us now, don’t we, mm?

She supposed it only made sense her innocent sister wouldn't be quite so familiar with the scent and taste of Sparkle's superb seed as she was... Twilight's carnal appetite was both voracious and bottomless, but until now it had been focused solely on Celestia, with her sister overlooked… Until now. Possessiveness surged in Celestia's heart.

Celestia planned to have some words with that horny, overly-hung little pony!

The Morning’s Light finally forced her attention back to her poor, unknowing sister. “You worry too much,” she eventually said. It wasn’t much of an effort to defuse the situation, but Celestia was simply too distracted with the mind-melting bliss rubbing her pregnant belly brought. Each grazing of her fingers along the swell made her think of Twilight... Her Twilight.

The recollection was bittersweet, consisting of two parts fondness, one part animalistic ache between her thighs, and five parts disbelief that the virile little shit had so thoroughly swelled her up.

Still, Celestia could benefit from getting Luna's obsessive mind past this, or she’d be risking quite the royal flare-up! Well, she could manage that. Celestia leaned forwards, planting an elbow on the embroidered white tablecloth. Unfortunately for her, leaning in gave the entire table one immense bump from her bulging tummy, sending knives, forks, teapots and whatever else spilling onto the grass at their feet.

Acting like nothing had happened, Celestia dropped her head on her palm, smiling. “Hmph. We all have our little slip-ups every thousand years or so. Oh, like, you and that whole Moon thing with the... mmm, what was it? Something about...”

Celestia took a moment, raising her hands on either side of her face. She wiggled her fingers spookily, making quite the unflattering face at her sister. ““From zis moment forth, ze night vill last... forever!””

Luna gasped, momentarily lost for words. Celestia just grinned as she returned to resting her head on her hand. “Something like that, mm?”

“No!” Luna pounded her teacup back down onto the table, causing the assembled crockery to rattle again. Between her outbursts and Celestia’s middle regularly bopping the spread, it was only a matter of time till they broke something.

“Th - The nerve! We fully accept we have had Our darker moments, but such tomfoolery would not be fit for a Vaudevillian creep show. The avant-garde gothic stylings of Nightmare Moon will be remembered for generations! We had a holiday named after Us!

“We demand respect!” Luna pounded one hand onto the table, tossing her mane. She thrust her other fist into the air. The Royal Canterlot voice boomed across the gardens: “Respect!”

Celestia cringed, turning sideways on her chair. With her teacup still in hand, getting her considerable quantity of belly-wobble under control was no mean feat, but the monarch simply couldn’t face this level of second-hand embarrassment dead-on. “Alright, eheh. Relax a little, Nicoltas Cage.”

Luna eased back down into her chair with a heart-felt sigh, brow furrowed. She squirmed her legs, kicking the table’s support in a miniature tantrum. “We shall not relax! When Pale Luna hangs in the sky, that is Our royal domain! We offer all ponies across Equestria a time of restoration and peace, and to hear that depraved howling, night-in, night-out...

Celestia hid her flushed face behind her teacup, but failed to interrupt Luna as her sister continued to scold her: “Your relationship with Twilight has grown... ahh... unseemly, has it not? Gluttonous!

“You have been disregarding your duties, brushing me, and your appointments, off through barely-open door cracks, and whilst We can see that little terror jamming himself up against you from behind.. And We darest not speaketh further of your “love making” at all hours of the day!”

Her scolding now well under away, Luna’s eyes dropped to the very impressive distension of Celestia’s belly. Whenever Luna looked directly at it, the Sun could practically feel her sister’s nervousness. It must have been a struggle for one so divorced from her subjects to face the realization that they were just as susceptible to being rutted and bred as any other mare.

But there was something else there for sure, lingering in Luna’s eyes. Jealousy? Celestia found herself wondering just when her sister had last been intimate with a stallion. “That you have so carelessly fallen into bearing his progeny is simply the last straw, Celestia. This discussion has been coming for some time!”

“Falling?” asked Celestia. “That’s what you think I’ve done? On the contrary, my dear sister, this is uplifting.” Luna narrowed her eyes as Celestia strolled her fingers down her belly, mewling happily at the pleasurable sensations. “Nothing that feels this divine could possibly be bad for me.”

Luna laid her hand on Celestia’s, looking into her sister’s eyes. “We did not want to bring it up, because We have enjoyed the break from your incessant teasing. But this has reached the point where it has become worrisome.”

An awkward silence stretched out between the two, only punctuated by Luna’s quiet sips and Celestia’s happy gasps as she continued touch and probe. Eventually, The Moon raised an eyebrow, and said what had been on her mind for some time: “... Are you having troubles managing him, dear sister?"

The moment stretched out between Light and Dark. Luna was staring intently, expecting Celestia to either finally begin to see some sense, or to angrily storm away. Things had certainly reached that point.

But what she hadn’t expected was for Celestia’s upper lip to slowly curl upwards into a knowing smile. The salacious words fell out of her mouth before she’d considered them: “Why? Offering to help, are we?”

She leaned across the table, filling Luna’s stunned vision with a ghastly grin that spoke of pure lechery. “Uhahaha! Luna, if you wanted to join us, you should have just said so!”

Luna scoffed, turning a charming shade of crimson. “N-No! Absolutely not! That is not the reason at all for... Celestia, cease this foolishness!”

With a clatter of cups and dishes, Celestia rose to her full, imposing height. She very inelegantly rolled the great dome of her belly onto the table, asserting herself almost solely with her size and her weight. Having lost none of her imperious presence with her pregnancy, indeed, having gained sheer heft, Celestia loomed over her little sister. She cast a large shadow as round as the Sun over her beloved sister. Luna couldn’t help herself in backing away from the overwhelming symbol of fertility.

The eyes of pudgy Celestia’s rail-thin sister were glued to that expansive belly as it filled up the space between them, smooshing fancy cakes and napkins under its prodigiously robust size. It was one thing to see Celestia so well-rounded by motherhood, but Luna still had the shapeliness of a young girl in many ways. Such a fecund pregnancy would look obscene on her slender frame. “You just have to ask him, I’m sure he’d be delighted to give you one of these... Isn’t it about time you popped some foals out like your much more mature sister~?”

“Dearest sister! Of course We wish to be a mother, but We have not found the right stallion yet... And We have our duties to attend to! We can’t spend all day on our back, engaging - ”

But Celestia was in full fettle now, both hands planted on the table, more than half of its surface now engulfed in the heavy proof of her proliferant coupling with the impish boy-unicorn. “How about all night, then?” she purred. “It would be perfect. All Twilight would have to do is look in the sky, compare it to our butt tattoos, and there he goes. He’d know right away which one of us he needed to be ballllls-deep in, humping away at! We’ll take him in shifts, mmm?”

Luna’s resolve crumbled, her will to continue the argument visibly draining. She had been shocked into silence, and could only look at Celestia over the tops of her clasped hands.

Celestia leaned back, admiring her handiwork. Luna certainly was shy about sex! She wished she could have drawn a little Celestial “1” in the air to mark her victory, but instead she continued to exude her typical radiant calm. Internally, however, that lecherous pony was smirking to herself.

Celestia might have even continued her maternal mocking, if not for an abrupt distraction in the form of the rustling of the nearby hedges. Glancing up and over Luna’s shoulder, she happened to notice a familiar small unicorn was lurking nearby. Twilight was relaxing on one of the garden’s many white wooden benches, the darling little magician wearing a sweater and skirt combo, and making a show of reading one of his truly ponderous tomes. But his eyes told the real story, fixated firmly on Celestia and Luna’s discussion.

Celestia could scarcely believe Twilight could be so silly! She touched her fingertips to her ruby-red lips, then quickly turned to make a hurried excuse to Luna.

Once she’d filled Luna’s cup to the brim with more of Twilight’s Special Brew, Celestia hopped up from the table and began to sashay her way across the garden to her lover.

As the imposing figure of Equestria’s titanic Sun Goddess bustled heartily across the plaza towards him, Twilight Sparkle finally closed his weighty tome and set it down on the bulge stretching out his extremely figure-hugging dress.

This was Twilight’s first time seeing Celestia today. And, like always, it was an absolute treat. He could hardly keep that giddy smile off his face, or that bulge under his clothes from beginning to engorge.

Who wouldn’t chub up a little bit from such a perfect sight? It wasn’t just that she was a perfectly bountiful Goddess, with a spectacular body to die for, there was also the immense, outlandish size difference to take into account. Twilight was little more than a wisp of a stallion... and Celestia was soooo much mare.

Despite his age, Little Twily could still have passed for a foal in some circles, and could be lost easily in a crowd. Not so mighty Celestia! With thick bustling hips that would have looked more at home on a mother of five, and the absolute largest, heaviest bust in all the land, she had a body that belonged in a colt's fantasies, not in a ruler’s reality.

And while Celestia’s otherworldly beauty and dynamite curves may have only figuratively raised her up and above any crowd, her Amazonian proportions literally did so. The great height of Canterlot’s reigning ruler forced others to stare, drawing endless attention to a glorious body that surpassed all others. Wherever she went, trails of mare and stallion drool inevitably followed along in enchanted attendance.

Well, the joke was on the rest of Equestria, wasn’t it? Because for the moment, the sight of Celestia’s heavily-pregnant frame straining her dress was an exclusive treat for Twilight Sparkle’s eyes only.

Him and Luna, he supposed. But aside from the thick-thighed Princess Moonbutt, the right to look upon this vision of celestial loveliness was a pleasure that was limited solely, and exclusively, to Twilight Sparkle. He grinned impertinently as her broad shadow fell over not just him, but the entire bench he was seated on.

Best of all, when Celestia huffily stopped in front of Twilight, kicking her prodigious hips from side to side in obvious frustration, the little stallion was juuust be able to make out some mischievous underwear under her dress. Just as he'd suggested. Today, Celestia was wearing a butt-lifting-and-shaping pair of thong panties that made the slightest outline under her dress material, pinching her decadent curves just so!

"Twilight!" scolded Celestia, waggling a stern finger in the sissy’s face. "Just what is the meaning of this?"

Twilight dropped the book into his lap, looking up at the mountain of feminine curves glaring down at him. "Oh, I didn't see you there, Princess!" His expression betrayed his alleged surprise as he calmly smiled up at Celestia.

Little Twilight set his book aside on the bench. He stood up, eye-level with the pillowy rack jutting proudly from the Goddess’s body, and then did what any red-blooded male would do when presented with such a fine sight. He dove face-first into a hug, wrapping his arms around his teacher's waist and nuzzling his nose into her well-padded, extra-bouncy cleavage.

The soft, girlish giggles that reached Celestia’s ears as Twilight rubbed his face against and between her voluminous breasts made her shudder, and instantly forgive her lover for any amount of foolishness. An act Celestia would have undoubtedly found “annoying” for countless millennia had been immediately redefined as “adorable.” A male greedily showing his love for his woman’s breasts was charming, and more than appropriate,if he was planning on getting balls-deep in her pussy.

Well, that’s what walking encyclopedias like Twilight were for, weren’t they? Helping you learn things, even about yourself.

So when cute, soft-featured Twilight looked up at Celestia from between her sumptuous, pillowy breasts, a big smile on his face, the process was completed. Her brain was rewired... and she smiled back.

"Mm, Celestia! Just the mare I wanted to see! And even fatter than last time!”

Celestia would have liked to have told him to keep his voice down, lest Luna hear, but she had her full attention focused on something else at the moment: Twilight was touching her belly.

And with those touches, came endless pleasure. Celestia’s whole belly had become a concentrated erogenous zone, and each stray caress sent tingles of pure delight up Celestia’s spine. Pleasure so good her eyes rolled back and she lost all focus for a moment, just grinning stupidly up at the sky. With this ever-growing bundle of tingling nerves hanging off the front of her body Celestia felt more defenseless than ever, mesmerized and craving more. “U-uuu... Tw - Twi...”

Celestia thrust her massive belly firmly against Twi’s deft little hand, inviting him to just ransack her curves. He noticed the pressure of her firm belly on his palm, and couldn’t help but smile a little wider. Knocking up Celestia was turning out to be the best decision he’d ever made.

“Is it time to deliver the baby already?” Twilight asked, the teasing little imp. He began to squeeze her more aggressively, fingers crawling down to possessively explore the monarch’s intimate regions. Soon, his little questing fingers pulled her sundress up her figure, and Twilight squished her belly between them as he seized two great handfuls of the pregnant babe’s thick behind.

Celestia choked down a moo, and managed to put off her her huffing and puffing long enough to feign a calm reply. “Don’t be silly Twilight, you know I’m only four months along...”

Twilight slyly glanced in Luna’s direction, then lowered his voice to a gentle whisper. Celestia would have loved to show disinterest, but instead, with a big heave of her full breasts, she leaned closer. She hung on his every word. “It’s hard to believe someone who got pregnant this easily rests on the seat of Equestrian office...”

Celestia began to scoff, but Twilight cut her off by suddenly pushing his lips to hers. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, disarming the Princess, leaving her breathless.

Silencing her with a kiss had become one of his favourite tactics of late, and not just because it was sooo effective on her. It was also the expressions she made, and the cute little squeaks and gasps that normally so in-control giantess let out.

“Mmm... Mm. Twilight... Twilight...”

That one she so eagerly called the name of laced his fingers in her glowing hair. He dragged her head back slightly, continuing to firmly press his mouth against hers. He made little wet smacking sounds with each lipstick mark he left on her mouth. Each slobbery smooch the couple shared caused the warmth growing between her legs to flare up a little more urgently. “Celestia... Ooh...”

When Twilight drew all the way back, his lover looked semi-comatose and on the verge of immediate orgasm. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth and simply dangled, oozing a healthy dose of their mixed saliva onto her wobbling bra-busters.

“As I was saying, mm... It’s hard to believe someone who got pregnant this easily rests on the seat of Equestrian office, when she would look much better resting on her knees, seated before a fat, drooling cock... Heeheehee~”

He shot her a playful little wink. “Why don’t we work on that now?”

Twilight had certainly learned how to move quickly! He pressed the rampant bulge under his cute little skirt against Celestia's thighs, making sure there was plenty of hot, soft pressure snaking down those lusciously padded legs.

Celestia's hands shot up, quivering in the air over those hands wrapped around her waist... and yet they were never quiiiite able to find the strength to prise Twilight away. The Goddess’s maternal instincts were still as strong towards the overly-hung terror as ever, but now new instincts were emerging in her breast as well. Instincts that made Celestia’s heart pitter-patter and butterflies fly through her stomach: instincts as a woman.

On some level, however buried it may be, Celestia was craving more than ever to be swept off her feet by her aggressive little charge.

So while her voice remained harsh and stern, Celestia's hands began to crawl gently along Twilight’s little body. She rewarded her student's boldness with needy little flicks of her nails. Soon, Celestia was running her fingers through Twilight's elegantly-styled mane, then steadily graduated to sliding a fingertip up and down his neck. Twilight arched his back as her fingertips made it under his clothing, touching his bare skin.

Celestia smiled down at Twilight warmly. looking embarrassed, feeling aroused. "Twilight, you naughty boy... I shouldn’t have to tell one of my brightest subjects that my sister is right over there... What would she think if she could hear you now, mm?”

Celestia's eyes flicked to one of those greedy hands wrapped around her divine body. Her cheeky smile grew even as she lightly wormed her fat hips against Twilight, grinding her lush thighs on that cock's plump head through their clothes. "And just what was with that prank? I know you make looots of seed, but slipping the excess into Luna and I’s teas? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Twilight’s eyes flashed, a few stray sparks of arcane energy crackling around his lavender horn. As if by some grand enchantment, Twilight’s previous lecherousness seemed to melt away altogether, replaced by that innocent starstruck pony she’d first met all those years ago. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, overflowing with a love of magic and science alike.

My, how a steady diet of a perverted old mare’s charms could change a stallion. Comparing that cheerful colt of the past to this oversexed stallion in heat before her, the Princess now found felt a slight twinge of guilt. She had been the one to personally foster and develop Twilight’s descent into perversity, after all.

Twilight kept his body snug against his mentor’s vast form as he spoke. “Yes, the tea! Oh Celestia, I almost forgot! It’s a brand new teleportation spell I’ve developed, and it requires five percent less magic to transport liquids than previously-researched methods!”

He was nodding his head now, bumping her chest to and fro with each toss of his mane. “Now I’ve been running the figures and I think you’ll see that over a period of five years or so, the savings on unicorn labour are astronomical. Of course we’ll need some supply line restructuring, but overall...”

Twilight bashfully grinned, rubbing the back of his head. “I meant to show you in private, so when I heard you were in the gardens... Eheh, well...”

Celestia laughed gently. “You assumed I would be on my own?”

“Precisely!” He punctuated the statement with a proud thrust of his hips, grinding that dangerously-large cock against Celestia.

Celestia glanced past Twilight, towards where her sister was still sitting a short distance away on the other side of the garden's plaza area... She knew she should have brushed this conversation off immediately. She should have pushed Twilight away and gone back to her pleasing tea-date with Luna, but...

But it was as if her steamy pussy had been on Twilight's side all along. That thirsty part of her thoroughly, and continuously, sabotaged any efforts to control her wild student.

Celestia forced a rising quavering tone out of her voice, focusing on speaking down to her student. “Well, as you can see for yourself, my child, you’ve just made my sister swallow about half a pint of your patented Twilight Juice. And do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Twilight giggled, completely undeterred. “Mmm... Maybe you and her should both drink another pint~?”

Celestia was rendered speechless. Her jaw worked silently and her finger waggled in the air. Even after the way she’d talked to Luna herself a moment ago, that had been a moment of passion. Not so Twilight now, who had been taught to say such things calmly and coolly, feeling he was fully entitled to a Double Goddess Tongue Bath. Well, perhaps he was.

Still, she could scarcely believe her burning ears. There was absolutely no doubt about it, if the old Celestia had heard that, she would have broken things off and sashayed back to Luna right away. She probably would have slapped him for daring to suggest she and her sister guzzle his cum together.

... But wasn’t that exactly why Celestia had worked so hard to get away from her past in the first place? So she could follow another’s lead for a change?

After so many years as a solitary ruler shouldering all of Equestria, she needed someone like Twilight in her life. It was necessary to give her a sorely-needed break from the constant pressure to perform. Someone to take her agency and freedom to act from her, in the most comforting way imaginable.

And she certainly did appreciate it! Now, Celestia revelled in the new sensations of wishy-washyness. She played along with Twilight and let him lead the conversation, not minding how long she kept Luna waiting... It was exactly the attitude Luna had been scolding her on a moment ago, one that frequently saw Celestia with her legs in the air, getting roughly pounded by that vulgar little pervert in front of her with the sex-drive of a dozen minotaurs.

Twilight laid a hand on her wrist, attempting to unfreeze the enormous mare. “Mm. Please, Princess, tell Luna you got called away for something. Hee, figuring this new spell out got me kinda worked up, so, well!”

Twilight touched his fingers together, smiling sheepishly. “This is kiiiind of a booty call, if I’m being totally honest...”

The little deviant stuck his tongue out at her. “I wanna have sex! I wanna do it with you more!”

That was exactly where this was heading, after all. Celestia could stall all she liked, say no all she liked, but it was only a matter of time till Twilight cut to the chase... and then she would be on her back, getting filled up and cum-dumpstered like a good mare should be. But the word “no” just wouldn’t form, even if she wanted to.

She couldn’t say that to Twilight, no matter what he asked. Service was Heaven.

Celestia glanced over her shoulder, just barely able to see Luna’s shadow laid out along the grass. It was daintily sipping tea, one leg crossed over the other, so it was likely The Night wouldn’t be coming to look for her any time soon. She gulped, cursed herself for what she was about to do, and turned back to Twilight.

"Come with me..." Celestia murmured, hauling Twilight up and around a nearby hedge, fully breaking their line of sight to Luna. She tugged Twilight a little too firmly, however: she ended up yanking the pony directly back into the warm embrace of her plush cleavage. Buried in tits as he was, he could barely even hear what she was saying!

It was warm, dark, and comfortably quiet between those fantastically oversized melons. By the time Twilight extricated himself, he realized Celestia had been talking for some time. She was making her last stand against his unreasonable requests, and he’d missed most of it on account of her buxom body’s awesome smothering.

"Hmm-hmm-hmm... Hmm-hmm..." Twilight finally freed herself from wobbling tits, and the stiff nipples poking his cheeks! "...ilight, there is a proper time and place for this sort of thing. I am not some casual hook-up you can call on whenever you need help emptying your enormous nuts!"

Soon, the two of them were carefully sequestered away against a large hedge wall, Twilight standing and Celestia squatting with her hands on her knees. In true testament to her size, that almost made them the same height.

That was when things really got perverse.

Celestia leaned forwards, putting her golden tiara, inlaid with gemstones, directly in front of Twilight's face. Earnestly, she tried to teach him, like she had when he was even tinier and far more innocent. "Now, do you see this, Twilight? Do you understand what it represents? As long as this crown rests on my head, the royal thighs must remain closed... and the royal pussy unstretched~”

She smiled at that, hoping her tone had come off like the playful joke it was intended as... and not a lecherous come-on line from a horny old mare.

“Of course, when I remove it at night, that is a different matter. We both understand that, naturally! But here, I must maintain my decorum. Do you see?”

Twilight understood what she was saying, but to him it just looked more like an offering. He reached out towards her suddenly, and Celestia could only let out a cute little peep as he plucked the golden crown straight from her head. Right before the Princess’s eyes, Twilight Sparkle dangled her crown off a finger, looking from it to her. "But Celestia... The crown isn't on your head, is it?”

“So whatever I want to do is fine, right? Since you offered it up, this means we’re going to play now, right?”

"Wait!" gasped Celestia in a fine little squeak. All authority had vanished from her voice as the Royal was reduced to whining like a little filly. She lunged at Twi, but the motion was much slower than she would have liked. Those plump, boy-teasing curves were thicker than ever, and it had left the matronly mare much more ponderous than she’d really like. She was chubby and well-rounded, with a belly to boot, while her student was lean and limber. Still, that was what came with being an oversized, and very feminine, cuddle-toy for a horny boy.

Therefore, it came as no surprise that Twilight could easily dance out of her grasp, and with the royal crown still clutched in his hot little hands! “But Celestia, weren’t you offering this to me? I’m surprised you want it back... I mean, with that huuuge belly, you’re really more broodmare than monarch now, aren’t you?”

“Give that back!” Celestia called from where she was now laying in the grass, sprawled out and woozy as a drunken pony. With one hand planted in the carefully-trimmed blades of green beneath her, and the other resting on her forehead and steadying herself after her fall, Celestia wasn’t moving anytime soon. Twilight was once again treated to quite the pleasant view!

Big, maternal tits, literally ten times more chest-meat than even the heftiest of other mares sported, had bounced up before his eyes, wobbling on Princess C.'s prodigious chest. The creamy flesh of those awesome mammaries seemed to positively ooze outwards, both nip-capped mounds hanging over her sides. They positively strained her poor dress to the breaking point as they sank all the way down to rest on the grass... World-class tatas like that couldn't sit high and proud on her chest now, not when the heavy-uddered cow was on her back and ripe for mounting!

But it wasn’t just a display being made of those awesome tits of hers: as if fulfilling the earlier prophecy of her words, Celestia had lost her crown and now her legs were spread! Having fallen apart when she’d collapsed on the ground, now one of Celestia's knees was up and her thighs were apart, and Twilight could see all the way to that cute purple thong his teacher had on.

Purple! It was as if she'd been so thirsty to have Twilight clamping down on her ever-needy puss she'd wanted to feel amethyst velvet wrapped tight around the thick lips of her slit.

What a nice, fat puss that pregnant mare Celestia had. It was no less beautiful for being seen through the veil of her garments, or having been spied by Twilight so many times before. Nothing could diminish that particular flawless beauty. Fleshy. Capable of taking a beating. Thick. Yet at the same time, woefully weak-looking when compared to the panty-stretching bitch-slapping slab of cock Twi was sporting. To think Equestria could be ruled by someone who had something so cute and feminine between their thighs... That sopping slit painted Celestia as a bitch made for fucking and sucking cocks, and not an important decision maker at all!

"Uuuu..." Celestia groaned, trying to raise her head. She didn't even seem to realize how on display she was! It was as though her body had a mind of its own, always cleverly finding ways to sabotage her.

"Oh, Princess, you're more eager than I thought! Just sprawling right out on the ground here." He hopped between the Sun Goddess' legs, grinning down at her. The monstrous member beneath Twilight's skirt was hard to miss from this angle, especially as it unsheathed and began to throb and swell needily between his knees. Then further. And further.

“I guess you’ve always been the kind of mare who gives her lover chaste kisses on the cheek... and saves all the tonguing and slobbering for down between their legs!”

Celestia let out a low, stunned moan as she came face to face with Twilight's expanding member... The sheer size of it never failed to amaze her, larger than any cock she'd ever seen in real-life or fantasy! It dragged Celestia's eyes towards it as if magnetized, and just staring at it made her mouth water. "Big... Why does such a small stallion have such a big..."

Then, that fat cock's scent got up Celestia's nostrils and made them itch. She salivated unconsciously, squirming in discomfort just from being around that hyper-sized shaft. Her pussy self-lubricated. She knew she was a goner, her horny, pregnant body ensnared by that damnably thick cock, no matter how small and cute its wielder. She prayed Luna didn't come to check on her if it meant seeing her in her current state.

“Mm, this is great. Now we’ve popped your crown off, we’re all ready to continue with your pet-training, heehee~” To punctuate his point, Twilight dropped it on top of his head, becoming the adorable “Princess Twilight” again. It was one of his favourite parts of their play sessions.

“Don’t you want to get stuffed by a dick?” he continued with a cute little pout. While Twilight spoke, he ran his fingers around the tip of the tiara resting on his head. “I know you better than anyone, Celestia, and if you wanted to it would be child’s play to use your magic to take it from me. If you really wanted it back, I mean!”

As much as Celestia hated to admit it, the little tot did have a point there. And yet her royal blood demanded she protest all the same: “Don’t be silly, Twilight! We both know I, ah, have had a hard time concentrating on my magic lately... and you’ve been wearing me down to a nub with all your.. With all your constant demands for sex! Bad boy!”

Celestia took a deep breath before she spoke again. “And then there’s the matter of... Well...”

She trailed off, leaving little Twilight wanting more. The pretty boy arched an eyebrow, pursing his full and kissable lips. With her tone of voice changing from accusatory to something more shy, he leaned a little closer and perked his ears up. “Ohoooo?”

Celestia scoffed. “Well of course any male fit to be my partner would be strong! He has to be, to be the father of my foals! If anything, your magical might might be the only thing more overdeveloped than that stupidly... mm... huge... and... royal-defiling member of yours...”

Celestia took a thick bundle of her mane in both hands, smoothing the rainbow-hued curls out, even as she avoided Twilight’s eyes. She sucked her bottom lip as she invented more little white lies, looking like a pony who’d just bitten into a particularly sour lemon. “You’re more powerful than ever, possibly one of the greatest magicians of our age. And as I already said I’m at my lowest ebb, so there’s simply no guarantee I would...”

Celestia straightened her back, thrusting her chest arrogantly towards her student. “Well! Regardless, hand me the crown back immediately! You’ll get no bold displays of celestial might today. I’m much too exhausted, and I’m not some cheap parlour magician, either!”

Celestia was abruptly cut off as Twilight shucked off his skirts, and a large, hungry cock-pole swung up in front of her stunned face. It was just as thick - and virile! - as she remembered, bobbling faintly in the cool garden breeze. The fat tip was already leaking Twilight’s smelly hot cum, often a sure sign she wouldn’t be getting away without a firm bending over, and leaving the scene with fresh spunk dripping down her thighs.

Well... Maybe he’d settle for a blowjob, at least?

The Princess shuddered and released a most undignified whine. She took a deep breath before she spoke again, quite clearly needing a moment to steady herself. "Now, there's nothing wrong with taking an interest in one's mentor, I suppose, but you must put that away. Twilight, you must - !"

Celestia was cock-slapped. Right across the cheek. That strong male pole struck the side of her face with a thwack, lifting her cheek and pinching her eye half-shut. Twilight released a large blob of male goo that dribbled down the side of her face.

“Haaahn... Haaahn...” Celestia was drooling. She stared at that slightly-parted cock’s eye out of the corner of her vision, tongue very naturally unfurling from her previously locked-up mouth.

"Twilight..." only to get another cock-slap on the other side of her face, one that tossed her in the opposite direction. She almost tipped her onto her side.

Her heavenly breasts rolled in lazy circles with her jostling... and finally came together to make the perfect holster for a pent-up dick. "My sister is... right... over there! My pony, please!"

Celestia was looking up desperately at Twilight, pouting over the tops of those giant titties, a plus-sized rack that was the ideal match for a plus-sized cock. She shuddered with renewed lust when Twilight's rough cock scratched her pink flesh, when that vile member leaked its pungent, odorous cum onto her. She was awash in the mind-blanking stench of Twilight's shaft. "Uuu... Your... Your stupidly-fat cock stinks so much... Uuu..."

Celestia had been speaking directly to that veined monster for quite some time now. She eventually dragged her attention up from that overbearing gravity well and forced herself to meet her student's eyes. Her heart was pounding in her voluminous chest, and her brain felt foggy. "What... What are you going to do to me, Twilight?"

Twilight giggled. "You know, I've been so eager to get back to you. Even when I’m fucking other mares, I get stuck thinking about how they’re not you... I need a magical Goddess! A supernatural pussy and huge divine tits, mm~”

“And besides,” he went on, waggling a finger at her bouncing tits, “If I’m going to learn all about how to be your diplomat and deal with foreign dignitaries, training my own little pet Goddess seems like the perfect way to start off!” Once again, he was twisting his words until pumping her belly full of cum sounded practically necessary. Essential!

Celestia was left speechless. She was used to dealing with formal negotiations and treaties from thousands of years ago, all directed by tomes as thick as a mare in heat... This sort of modern-day silver-tongueing Twilight slung around in his fast-talking effectively left her with her mouth hanging open... and then quickly stuffed with brat-dick.

Twilight squatted over Celestia’s knees, sitting on top of them with his heavy churning balls resting on the princess' belly. With nowhere else for it to go, that meant that massive rod of his thwacked down between the pert royal bustline, its plump head bopping Celestia on the nose.

Twilight laced his fingers in Celestia’s dress and tugged the fabric down, letting all that magnificent boobflesh free. He seized both soft mountains atop Celestia's chest and nestled his massive shaft between them.

There they were. All-natural Goddess tits. Effortlessly big and endlessly bouncy! How many stallions in Equestria could say they'd ever even get to see Celestia's prideful chest bared, let alone played with those mouthwatering melons? And let alone all the other things Twilight was going to do today?

He wasn't even gentle with them... He pawed at those fat tits like an animal, tugging them possessively towards his throbbing member, pinching the flesh... at one point Twilight gripped a soft melon between thumb and forefinger and waggled it from side to side, before painfully smacking it against that colossal, veined member. Such depravity! That level of cruelty was enough to make Celestia almost orgasm on the spot.

"Finally... A perfect-sized rack for a proper titfucking. I don’t have to tell you no other mares are big enough to do this for me."

Twilight guided the princess's quavering hands to the pillowy mounds wrapped around his dick, coaxing Celestia to do her duty to that colossal fem-stud cock. He laced his fingers in Celestia’s hair and kept her looking straight ahead, prodding the head of his dick at her fat lips.

"What's wrong, Princess? Why have you been avoiding this? We're a perfect match! After all this time, you can’t be scared... So do you think you're too good for me?" He was laying it on thick now, juicily teasing his mentor with every stray word.

Proud Celestia, firm as a rock, bounced back in equal measure. "It's... It's not that I think I'm too good for you, Twilight..."

Even as Celestia protested, she was simultaneously grasping great fistfuls of her own tits, using them to get the horny little pig off! Delicate, flawless skin that had spent the last thousand years exposed to only milk baths and gentle massages was now being jabbed by Celestia's own blood-red fingernails so firmly it would bruise... all to get it around that yummy fat cock!

Celestia crudely and inexpertly rubbed her fat tats together around Twilight's steely pole, wincing as she felt each of those blood-pumping veins bulge against her boobies. They left red marks that would persist for hours afterwards. She loved it!

Still, Celestia had to remind herself she was supposed to be in charge of this wayward experiment of theirs. She sorted for the right words to halt Twilight’s advances in his track, and yet they seemed to elude her. "I... I just am too good for you!"

"Too good for me? Really, Princess? That's so mean of you to say!" Twilight pouted. “Especially when I’m treating you to the best dick in Equestria!” He thrust his hips, and the eyes of that fair nation’s ruler were dragged down into obscenity once again.

Celestia ogled Twilight's perfect dick, unable to believe it had grown so splendidly. Under her tutelage, and none others, it had become a fantastically powerful, overwhelming bitch-breaker. In her youth Celestia would have paid good bits to hang off the end of that shaft... just to be able to suck it and feel it stretching her mouth. Now she was trying every last thing she could think of to keep it out of her body!

It took Celestia a dizzy moment to find the words to continue. "Hmph! Now, as I was saying, you’re only valid for one Princess Paizuri! And then, that is it!”

She waggled her breasts, smiling sedately up at him. “A hunk like you wouldn’t keep me from my sister any longer than that, right? My dear pupil is just acting like... like an alpha male jerk because he’s all backed up, mm? ”

Celestia watched, mesmerized, as a thick globule of seed oozed from the head, leaking onto her glorious chest. "Tell me it’s so, Twilight! If you agree, I'll make you feel extra-special~ If you can even hear me over the roar of your spunk in those swollen, churning balls, mm... then just nod your head, my child.”

But as honeyed as her words were, Twilight didn’t seem to be having a word of it! He put his hands on his delicate little hips, kicking those big, curvy swells most childishly to the side. "You owe me more than that! You hurt my feelings just now!”

Twilight picked himself up from within the warmth of Celestia’s chest. He plopped his rump back on the bench he’d been sitting on a moment ago, legs spread. His balls looked even heavier than before now, swollen to the size of melons, and hanging in his taut sack. And the monstrous shaft above stretched outward, throbbing, practically half the width of little Twilight's torso, and more than the length of it.

Twilight crossed his arms across his chest grumpily. "Now come here and apologize to me, Princess."

“But Twilight, I - ”

“No buts!”

Celestia moved unconsciously, beginning to rise towards him. Her obscene udders lolled on her chest without any restraints to keep them in order as she stared down the barrel of that giant cock rising to the Heavens. A tryst with that thing would be the end of her. Drooling, fucked-out, covered in cum... comatose in the grass with Twilight’s goo oozing down her face, not to mention leaking from her ass and cunt. That was the only way going over there could end.

She was just about to make her strongest protest yet, when a sonorous voice called out from over the hedges: "Celestiaaa~? Dearest sister, are you alright?"

Celestia immediately turned white, lost for words. Luna! She’d let her little play with Twilight drag on far too long, and now her sister had come looking for her...

“My sister, I am so sorry that we, the members of a noble diarchy, came to saying such hurtful things to each other,” called Luna.

“We should both know better, don’t you agree? Now come back, before the tea gets cold.” The Night Goddess’s voice was growing closer by the second.

Celestia knew letting Luna see her like this, especially after their argument, was simply out of the question. Her rage could be of nightmarish proportions! Should she reply? Or should she stay quiet and hope Luna didn’t find her? In the end, Celestia just chewed her lip and stayed silent, which turned out to put the inkling of an idea in her little student’s head. When she glanced back at Twilight, he was grinning. And not in the adorable, cheerful way she so adored. This was the grin of someone about to get away with a very, very cheeky prank.

Twilight stealthily raised a finger to his sweet little lips, then turned it into a gesture of inclining her towards him. The message was clear: do as I say, and Luna doesn’t need to know about this.

Turning Twilight down here and now could be a disaster... Luna was just as much of a cockless bitch as she was, just as much of a target for giant femboy dick! Celestia had given him a taste for royal charms. If she didn’t keep entertaining him, there was nothing to stop that cheeky predator from prowling up a different skirt.

Now that would be a disaster, wouldn’t it? Who knew what would happen to Equestria with two diarchs impaired by a single stallionhood? Yes, that was surely her chief concern, and not just that it would all mean less dick for Celestia! Honestly, she had to suck that fat, thick-scented member. The safety of the very world depended on it.

“A-Alright,” she whispered, “... But just for a moment! And you have to keep quiet!”

Celestia crawled over to that smirking villain who had her so effectively on the spot, and got down on her knees in front of him. She put a fingertip under her chin, lightly indenting those dress-busting juggs of hers. "Just as large as ever... Twilight, you’re a monster..."

The Princess lightly scratched a fingernail alongside the underside of Twilight's colossal, shiny nuts. She shuddered with the realization of how heavy they were, resolutely fuller than ever. "These are... truly sizable."

Well, she’d better get started, hadn’t she? Who knew how much time she had until Luna found them? She needed this hung brat’s skirt back down over his cock soon, and precious seconds were ticking away.

So Celestia dipped in and got to work, her face burning with shame as her long red tongue slipped out of her mouth and began to worshipfully slither up and down Twilight's fat pole.

Reaching the base, the Goddess was quick to slurp up both those dangling seed-pods; she began doing her best chipmunk impression, both of her cheeks bulging around Twilight's fat nuts. Sucking on them... sloshing her lover’s plump nuts around in her mouth... it was absolute bliss! Moments like these were what made Celestia truly and unequivocally grateful for being born a woman, and being able to serve stallions.

But her eyes soon drifted up the dripping pole, little by little. It needed to be slurped and sucked, lubed until it was soaked in her saliva, if she was going to get this cute stallion to cum. On that note, she gaped her mouth, and his aching nuts slopped out, slapping her on the chin. “Mm... What a stud you’ve become, Twilight...”

With the way she was looking up at him now, it looked like the girl’s tea party was well and truly over now. The literal divine being polished stallion Sparkle’s throbbing-hot pony cock~

Once Twilight was sufficiently lubed up, Celestia got on to the good stuff. She dropped her gloriously gigantic tits on Twi's knees, filling the cheeky brat's lap to the brim with feminine charms. Her upturned nipples wobbled from side to side, lightly slapping Twi's naughty shaft with the firm nubs. There, she thought primly. Now I can punish him for his impertinence!

“Sister? Where art thou?” Celestia felt a chill.

Luna’s concerned voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the hedge wall. Celestia and Twilight Sparkle both went stiff... She from the sheer terror of almost getting caught, him from being absolutely smothered in the warmth of his monarch’s awesome titty flesh. While Celestia sweated and stammered, he was already moving his hips, sinking himself into her breasts until his hips slapped her chest, and beginning to thrust gently. Credit to Celestia: even while she was losing her cool, she knew to keep her hands on her breasts and squeeze them together around him, making that cock twitch happily.

Little fella really likes this. Celestia found herself taking a peculiar, subversive comfort in the thought. She smiled sweetly - and a little dreamily if she was being totally honest - as she watched Twilight’s cock release healthy dollops of his goop down her chest.

It was so mesmerizing she almost forgot entirely about her sister altogether. Celestia forced herself focus on the important thing: not getting caught.

"Luna! Ah! I’m... I’m fine... Just looking at the roses!" Celestia whimpered, right before the head of Twilight’s invading cock popped free of her rack, throbbing away directly under her mouth. Without really thinking about it, Celestia leaned forwards, to service. She released a sticky coating of drool onto him, then firmly took Twilight's shaft in her mouth.

Round and round Celestia’s nimble tongue went, eyes submissively upturned to Twilight’s as she vigorously polished his member’s lewd head. She slurped and popped her lipsticked mouth around Twilight, then trapped her tits between her elbows and used them to massaged the girth. It felt shameful and degrading, but at the same time absolutely necessary.

"Schlurp. Why don't you go... Schhhuck. Back to the castle? Shhhk. Shhhk. I'll meet you there!" She coiled her tongue around Twilight's cock-head in a lewd circle, then looked up at her student with begging eyes, her throat burning from brutal monster-cock destruction.

She whispered softly, "Please don't let her see me like this... I'll do whatever you want..."

Twilight's lips curled into an angelic smile. He now enjoyed showing off at any opportunity. "Oh, Luna! You're here as well? I had no idea! Celestia and I were just discussing the finer points of some new research!"

“Oh, Twilight is with you?” Luna’s disembodied voice, disconcerted and irked, made Celestia squirm. She scowled at Twilight, lips still forming a tight seal around the head of his cock.

With a loud pop, Celestia freed herself from the member that had grown so stiff between her warm titties and under her mouth. "Yes, he is here as well. We’re both fine, so please go ba - mmph!" Celestia's objection was muffled by a mouthful of cock. Twilight tugged the Princess by the back of the head, shoving several inches of cock between those soft, pouty lips.

Twilight thrust his hips, making Celestia’s cheeks bulge even further with his immense, thick meat. “Don’t worry, Luna, we’re wrapping up! I won’t hog her to myself for much longer!”

Luna’s voice abruptly took on a stern tone. "Well, young Master Twilight, you should know We have been meaning to have a little talk with you!”

"Ahhh, really?” Twilight asked with devilish innocence.

“Yes, really! It is about Our sister, and it is long overdue!” Twilight half-listened to the words washing over him as he pistoned his hips firmly against the squishy melons wobbling in his lap. He tugged Celestia's head down onto his shaft several more inches, burying her face in her own cleavage. A large gush of pre surged straight down her throat and sloshed in her belly.

He glanced down at the auroral mane flooding his lap and spilling over the sides. “What... What about Celestia? I think my relationship with her has been better than eeeever lately.”

“Now is not the time for jokes!” scolded Luna, and Twilight and Celestia heard the sound they’d both feared the most: the footfalls of elegant high heels crushing the grass underfoot, and coming closer.

“Wait! Luna!” huffed Twilight. He was half out of the bench now, squatting over Celestia and furiously pumping his hips. He had to finish before she rounded the corner... He had to! “Luna, don’t come!”

“Whyever for, young Sparkle? What couldst thou wish to conceal from Our eyes?”

And then Celestia’s cute-as-a-button smaller, less obscenely-figured sister came right around the corner. She was just in time to see her sister, the fair Princess Celestia, gorging herself like a common whorse on a cock driven deep in her defiled throat.

Luna was quite the dame, but she actually still looked a regular mare for the most part. A busty mare with fat tits, but far from the bestial, hyper-curved sexbitch kneeling before Twilight. Reasonably proportioned, and nearly capable of looking professional here in the moment.

Luna watched her red-faced, oxygen-deprived sister choking on cock, bubbles of spit popping around the head of Twilight's monstrously masculine member. Her mouth fell open in an “O” that might have been as big as the very similar mouth of her sister... if that one wasn’t wrapped around a large, drooling boi-dick, visibly straining to take its entire girth. Celestia stared up at her sister, eyes wide and nostrils flaring: she had no choice but to breathe through her nose now, what with her mouth very preoccupied with tightening and relaxing in a fair approximation of a well-bred pussy, and her tongue pinned under male shaft, twitching and whirling around it.

Luna just stood quietly and watched, making no sound. Thankfully, Twilight made enough noise for all three of them. Staring at Luna, eyes plastered to her curves, he let out a great, wrung-out cry that must have echoed back and forth along the length of the gardens.

Twilight Sparkle revved up for another one of those heart-stopping ejaculations that seemed to go on forever. Tidal waves of spunk that females were born to soak in, gushing torrents of virile ejaculate that went on and on and on. Luna’s narrowing eyes were glued to those gigantic nuts under his shaft, visibly shrinking with the sheer amount of mass he was disgorging into her blood relative, yet still large and weighty enough that even shifting his weight from side to side made that soccerball-sized sack swing back and forth, pendulously.

“Uuu! Uuu! Uuuuuuuu!” howled Twilight, shaking his curvy hips like crazy. He moaned blissfully as he emptied his nuts into his adorable, well-trained princess. Twilight only slipped out of the mind-numbing haze of orgasm when he felt cum drooling from Celestia’s mouth onto the grass, and breasts, below, at which point he tightened his grip on the back of her head.

“Swallow it!” he gasped, an imperious gesture of lèse-majesté, holding her in place, seemingly aghast at the thought of a single drop of semen not ending up pooling inside the Princess’s gut. Her poor stomach groaned and sloshed as she struggled to contain all the semen being poured into her.

Celestia just let it happen: at this point the dull-eyed, cum-drunk royal could only stare up at him dopily as he filled her belly to the brim with spunk. It was a long and drawn-out cum-geyser, and the fat-breasted matriarch was used to relieve his load - like a toilet - from beginning to end.

Only when Twilight’s angry, forceful thrusting had subsided to a few weak little smecks of crotch on face did Luna finally speak. And she seemed to be making up for lost time with all that venom dripping from her voice. “Sister! Just what do you have to say for yourself! You dared to interrupt our tea party for this?”

Celestia burbled and groaned, bobbing her head... With her mascara running down her face, and her lipstick being left along Twilight's shaft, the Alicorn Princess looked a total mess~ And she couldn't even respond with her mouth full of throbbing cock! Even when it slopped free of her mouth and left a trail of white goop all down her front, Celestia continued to just pant with her tongue out. She looked utterly confused and not entirely sure where she was.

“Unbelievable! And as for you, Master Twilight...”

Twilight spoke up, raising a hand matter-of-factly. Freed of his balls' burden, he tried charm and sweet reason to slither his way out of trouble yet again. “Luna, let’s sit down and talk - ”

Unfortunately, he didn’t get to finish his sentence. Luna’s stern hand shot up, slapping Twilight across the face. Twilight reared back, completely taken aback. He raised a hand to his burning cheek. “Ow...”

Luna folded her arms under her breasts, turning her side to face them. “You think much too highly of yourself, Twilight Sparkle. In fact...”

She laced her fingers in Celestia’s, helping her spunked-up sister to her feet and letting her lean into her body. “In fact, We think it is high time you were taught... a lesson. You have bitten off far more than you can chew this time, little star in the sky.”

Twilight gulped as Luna began to help her sister back towards Canterlot Castle. He didn’t like the sound of that one bit!