The first thing that hit Noble's senses after the disorienting swirl of lunar magic was a sense of power. It hit her like a wall-- to the horn. She was stepping into an environment where an incarnate goddess lived… and loved… and apparently performed esoteric rituals. The second thing was the smell.

"I'm afraid I can't blame the stupid colt for the smell," groused Trixie, as she stretched out, casually beginning to disrobe completely; well, completely except for the hat and her moonstone pendant. Noble was shocked for a moment, as much by the smell as by how eagerly Trixie denuded herself, and a quizzical smile took over the mare's face. I suppose I'm far from bein' able to call nakedness in the Lady's presence odd, she thought, stroking her strong hands over her bare hide.

Noble was startled out of her reverie when the curvaceous archmage grabbed her by the chin and kissed her deeply. Her shock was total-- which unfortunately meant she slugged a hyper-strong fist towards Trixie's cushy right melon, only to be stopped by the light blue energy and intense power of an archmage's defense field. Trixie broke the kiss with a wink. "Newbies. The Lady likes us naked, and I agree, though keep the punchy-stuff to the Guard, ok? They like it," Trixie informed her with a sniff, which, by the scrunch of her muzzle, she appeared to disdain. "Like I said… the smell. Not the stupid colt's fault. He actually cleans up after himself."

Trixie turned to Noble, a sly smile overtaking her short, snooty muzzle. "Hey, you're being raised to the Lady's personal bedchamber hoof-service. Could you maybe convince her to let me get the others in here to clean up once in awhile?"

The room was not, Noble had to admit, in the best of conditions. It wasn't in the worst, either, but only if one included "for a ruin or mad hoarder's last refuge." Priceless artifacts lay strewn on the floor, against walls, or sticking half-out drifts of used clothing, some of it very clearly not Luna's by size alone, including what had to be one of her Divine Sister's bras with the word "TROPHY OF PRANK WAR '58" scrawled on it in what Noble hoped was either ketchup or very messily applied lip gloss. It was hard to tell where anything except bookshelves were, and Noble suspected that the faint magenta glow was not a trick of her eyes.

"The answer is still no, my archmage," came the deep, fluid voice from behind both mares. Trixie turned to scowl, but Noble swallowed deeply, suddenly trying to hunch into herself, her powerful arms folded across her bountiful chest. The voice went on, "All is in accordance with my wishes. The last time sister assigned her hoofmaidens to ninja interior redecorate and clean, I could find neither hide nor hair of aught precious save Tibbiekins, and only his stout aid let me get things back aright."

Noble blinked, still frozen and stunned. Tibbiekins? her desperate mind focused on as she looked at what she desperately hoped was a pizza stain on the wall over a low shelf. Suddenly, a large specimen of one of the Lady's sacred animals, an opossum, popped up from the nearest is-it-a-reliquary-or-is-it-a-trash-heap, scurried up on the table, and waved at her. Hesitantly, she waved back.

"Tibbiekins!" squealed Luna's loud voice, pitching higher but still the deep rumble of a giantess. "Do see if you can convince our newest hoofmaiden to turn around so I can collar her! Her flagged tail is pretty and the rump pert beneath, but I wish her oath face to face! Or at least in the right direction," the massive alicorn amended.

Noble's eyes went wild as the words penetrated. "Collar? Flagged?" Despite Tibbiekins-- Tiberius, ya fool filly! The Lady's familiar!-- errant gesture with a dangling paw for her to turn around, she stared straight forward with her hands frantically checking out her own toned rump. She swallowed deeply. Oh. Yep. Right off to the side.

Further self-remonstrations were headed off by Trixie swatting Noble hard on the right cheek and bobbing away laughing to behind Luna's right thigh when the stocky hyper mare whirled around. The expression on the alicorn's dark, strong face was one of bemused delight, her huge, meaty fists on her huger, meatier hips, out far and wide.

Noble's jaw dropped, and speech became an utter impossibility.

Nude, Luna towered a good thirty-four inches over Noble's head, leaving the white-hided unicorn at exactly eye-level with, ironically, the hyperzonian princess' solar plexus. Look down, and there was her grand array of hardened abdominals, leading down to the-- Glory! thought Noble-- spectral, inky. starfield hair covering her ethereally beautiful mound. Look up, and there was the princess's prodigious, ever-perky ZZ-cup super-rack, not to mention her gentle, deep eyes.

Muscle, muscle was everywhere, without an ounce of flab to be found away from her breasts, hips, and presumably ass, rippling links holding and bulging even at rest. Every inch of her nine foot four frame was sculpted into perfect definition, and that definition was: power. Definition 2, thought the bookseller's irreverent core, Strength; alt. beauty.

Luna regarded her hoofmaiden to be for a long moment before sauntering forward, fists still firmly planted on her immensely outcurving, lickable hips until it was just barely possible for her to see Noble past her mega-rack without bending. She took Noble's chin gently in hand and nodded. "Mmm, on your feet," she commented, and Noble shuddered, crying out in pleasure as her pussy gushed at Luna's obvious approval. "I like that." She stroked Noble's chin, slowly, sensuously, her fingers tracing over jaw and throat. "Not going to strike at me, my would-be hoofmaiden?" she nickered with a low chuckle.

Trembling, Noble slowly reached up to hold onto Luna's giant forearm, the muscular goddess's massive, cabled muscles larger than Noble's thigh. With quiet boldness, she bent her muzzle into her Lady's hand and kissed the palm. "Never in a thousand years, my Lady. Never in a thousand thousand. I was yours before you came back to us; I'm yours now. If you'll have me, I'll be yours always," she whispered.

Trixie turned away slightly; Noble was too distracted to see whether that was really a fond tear in the archmage's eye or not.

Nothing distracted Luna. Huge chest heaving and a proprietary look in her eye, the giantess crouched down low and seized a kiss from her worshipper once again. Whatever sweet memories of passion that remained of that first kiss, Luna's second blew them away into brief nostalgia. No, with all chance of interruption averted, Luna took her time.

Her lips pressed hard against Noble's, and Noble wrapped shivering arms around Luna's corded neck. Luna's hands lewdly explored her naked postulant, fondling and squeezing stocky muscles so small against the goddess' own might at first, but then rapidly seizing Noble's ass with one hand and the other come to cup Noble's wobbly F-cup, fingers stroking and massaging with the expertise of millenia.

Here, in the musk of the princess' sex, grown overpowering, in the princess' arms, and the target of the princess' lust, Noble came, squealing into the kiss, her tongue lapped and trapped by Luna's as the Alicorn of Dreams held Noble fast. Her strength would not permit Noble to thrash free; her support would not let Noble falter or fall. I dunno if she'd even let me let go of her neck! was the only though Noble's shocked mind could manage.

Only when Noble's climaxing quim spent its last spasm-- for the moment-- did Luna release her lips. She pulled back slightly but didn't rise, letting Noble cling to her. "There's a girl," Luna said softly. "Aye, there's my pretty maid. Some strength in you yet." She gave a rich, almost threatening chuckle. "And though the position I've a mind for you is not my battle-aide unless you should become a fierce valkyrie in my service, be warned, pet!" Luna smirked, and Noble knew that the Lady could scent her arousal begin anew at the label of 'pet'.

Indeed, it seemed Luna was fond of her effects upon the smaller mare. She traced thick, calloused fingers between Noble's thighs, and Noble found her legs obeying on automatic, spreading for her beloved goddess. Said deity stroked a generous dollop of femmecum from Noble's pussy, and brought it up to her lips to taste as though it was one of her favorite delicacies. "Mmm," groaned Luna. "I can taste the strength in you, wench! Be warned," she repeated, "That I'll have my Guard work you hard to bring more of it out. You shall be the guardian of my bedchamber, little one-- as well as serve me in means unusual therein."

Noble yearned to say "Yes, Anything!" but something held her back. Whether it was her own personal fire, or the inspiration from the lunar appreciation for her spunk, Noble clamped down on at least her verbal gushing. She let her fingers slide down from Luna's neck, silent for a moment. Her eyes were simply fixed on that tight, taut navy hide, so perfect and sculpted, whether over the swell of titanic teats or the solid hills of godly muscles. She swallowed heavily, her eyes meeting Luna's in question.

The slow nod she was given was enough. Noble caressed first the smoothly-hided top of Luna's giant ZZ-cup, then lovingly over her enormous shoulder, beautiful bicep, around back for that tough, hard tricep, and then back to her Lady's forearm. She held there, unable to even slightly budge that bulge. Once more, Noble looked up to Luna's soft eyes. She'd read, in bad-but-fun romances, about becoming lost in the "deep pools" of a lover's eyes.

The turquoise and aquamarine of Luna's glittering gaze seemed to make that real, pulling Noble into a dream from which she was shakily certain only Luna's permission let her slip. Swallowing hard again, she finally spoke. "I… I can hardly believe this is real, my Lady. You-- you know I've dreamed of this. And I've agreed. I'm here. I did it naked, as you said, and I've offered you my body. My soul, my Lady, it's been yours since I looked up to the heavens so long ago…"

"Aye, little one. The Nightmare kept such love from me then, isolating me in my own foolishness. But I've relived it in your dreams, and those others who've loved my night, and you will always have an alicorn's gratitude for that," Luna said softly, caressing Noble's cheek with just the gentle stroke of her huge thumb. "Go on, dear."

"I suppose it's foolish of me to ask now-- but. What am I pledging myself to? What have I offered myself into? You said you had maids who cared for royal locks-- I…?" Noble felt all the confusion rushing back into her amazonian frame. She'd felt it before; on the edge of a precipice, and feeling alone as strange life slid around her. This time, however, she was by no means alone.

Nodding once to Trixie, who left promptly, the naked alicorn swung smoothly from a crouch to sitting, one long, mountain-muscled leg stretched out along the floor, the other bent up at the knee. She rested her right arm upon it and her muzzle upon the heavy bicep, her giant right tit squished in a pleasant deformation between chest and thigh while her hand played idly in her flowing locks.

As Noble teetered on the mental and spiritual thread of her questions, Luna simply gathered the smaller amazon up with her left hand, and brought the blushing unicorn into her lap, across one giant thigh and against her massive breast, almost like a mother and babe-- save that the interest in Luna's eyes was anything but motherly. She held Noble there, pressing her into the taut swell of the giant breast, but for some reason, when instinct lead Noble to try a hesitant lick towards Luna's nipple, the alicorn pushed her back gently. "Not yet, dear Noble Cause. Not yet," Luna said softly, and then her tender smile switched to a leer. "Feel you welcome to lick and lavish your worship upon the rest of my breast, however, but stay you from the areola, for now, at least."

Noble blinked, her face flushing-- her neck blushing-- but she obeyed with hasty delight. Her tongue, seemingly inadequately small for the vast task of Luna's voluminous mammary, lapped eagerly, hungrily over the thick blue expanse.

"Ahhh, yes, dear, that's perfect," groaned Luna. "A learned day is never lost, I think, so learn this among other things-- alicorn teats are even more sensitive than those of a hyper mare." She let out another long moan as the encouraged Noble hugged Luna's giant ZZ-cup tit and started to stroke it, waiting for Luna to answer the original question directly.

Luna grinned. "Eager. Well, as you may have noticed, I intend to take you as a bed partner and live-in-lover. A collared submissive; not a slave, and even with your oath, you'll be free to depart under some conditions, and I shall be responsible for you hereafter so long as you do not break faith with me." As Noble began to pull back to protest, Luna shook her head, the motion transmitting down to her heavy melon and bobbing Noble's stocky form around as though she was but a filly.

Luna stroked Noble's short mane with a gentle hand. "I know you have no mean nor dream to do so, little one, but my responsibility must be made clear." The lasciviousness returned to her grin. "Besides, that's just a preliminary. In the long term, I will be testing you for suitability to be at my left hand as dear sister's team of cunning little background-blenders, save that I've a preference for some meat on my enforcers," she purred, fingers rubbing over Noble's chiseled lats and delts. "Though I'd suggest to never underestimate those cunning battle-witches," she said with approval.

She cocked her head slightly, and leaned down to kiss Noble's horn. To Noble's embarrassment, the alicorn's broad, long tongue slurped up some clinging magical essence from her prior horngasm. Was it really just a half an hour past that the princess gave me a hornjob? Noble thought, and wondered again if Luna's smirk meant she could read minds; Noble could believe much of the sort.

Nodding to herself, Luna opened her mouth to go on. Then, shocking Noble, she closed it, and dark spots, purplish to red beneath the dark blue of Luna's hide floated onto the immense alicorn's cheeks. Suddenly, Luna's arms wrapped tight around Noble, squishing her into the rich-scented embrace of her dark cleavage. "My L-l-lady?" Noble stammered.

Luna muttered quietly to herself for a moment, growling something about Celestia that Noble was fairly sure she didn't want to hear. Eventually, she sighed and some of the tenseness slumped out of titanic muscles, though she didn't permit Noble to leave her grand décolletage embrace.

"So," Luna said, coughing. "I will admit, embarrassment for much less than losing a county ill-suits me, but I shall begin anew. I have had some plans of you, Noble Cause, for no small time. Perhaps, as she teaches you my arts of shadow, you may inquire more of the subtle tests that my Lulamoon has helped me weave into your life; the simple matter is, had you found no mate nor calling in the world of light afore your fourth decade, I'd have made you mine, and given you back the four decades you spent waiting for it and then some."

Noble went stock still. As the science of magic had taken off, there had been a distinct pressure between the unicorn aristocracy and the other races on many levels. None were so cantankerous as the magic of life expansion. Constant rumors of the great houses keeping hidden or kidnapped unicorns of a sorcerous bent aside, at most, unicorn magic on its own seemed to add no more than a decade at maximum. Rune-stamped crystals gave the potential for that to be spread to a wider field, and research into earth pony magic was promising, but it was well known that only one source could truly extend life on a level of significance beyond better healthcare.

The alicorns. Like the grand, gorgeous goddess cuddling Noble close to her deliciously mountainous melons. No one knew for sure how long Raven had served Celestia, and no one was sure how long Prince Armor would last, but the solid bet in the thaumaturgic community was "longer than the wildest dreams of the wealthy." No pressure or mad scheme had ever forced Celestia to add a single day's worth of life during the millennia prior to her sister's return, and yet here was Luna, offering a simple bookseller time. The unbuyable.

"Na, na, little one, not so simple," Luna said soothingly, and leaned down to kiss Noble's hornbase gently. As sparks flew once more from the teased organ, Luna continued, "You might not be an archmage in training, but, aye, you'd make a doughty battle-mage, and Equestria has need of your talents. More, I have need of your devotion."

Here, both mares seemed flustered; Noble, by the profuse compliments, Luna, by whatever had tipped her hand. Slowly, the alicorn continued to explain. "You know of young Shadow Hopper, yes?"

"The alicorn of tight pants- ooopps, I'm sorry, my Lady!" Noble yelped, and Luna burst into laughter, her giant jugs all but battering Noble about.

The giantess put a gentle finger on Noble's lips as she attempted to stammer further apology. "He does fill well Rarity's creations, does he not?" chuckled Luna. "To be honest, like little Flurry Heart, we're not quite sure what spheres he fulfills." Her lips curled, an almost unholy lewdness in her glinting eyes. "Though his spheres are quite fulfilling, when he uses them aright."

Noble laughed, most of her nervousness fading. An immense sense of arousal flooded her. The scent of her Lady's sex was everywhere. Her naked hide was pressed against her Lady. She was invited in, and she was being told the intimate secrets of the most wondrous, powerful, and beautiful mare she could imagine. A burning itch to-- to flat out hump Luna, if she must, or at least masturbate, flared in her loins and she let out a soft gasp.

Control. I must have discipline! Noble bit her inner lip and forced herself to listen. To concentrate on what wonders her Lady might reveal. She cradled in close against Luna. After the shock of the College Dorm of the Goddess, she suspected she could handle further revelations with better aplomb.

Pursing her lips, Luna pondered for a moment. "So. A fosterage was made 'twixt Celly-dear and young Shadow Hopper's parents. Them, we shall not focus over long upon, for they matter little in this context save that the lad is of alien heritage, but was made, from the soul up, to be an alicorn. Save for some details, that is what he is, body and soul, and we of the royal bachelorette herd have had the shaping of his mind."

Stunned, Noble simply listened. Not just a rare alicorn male, but one made to order for the royals? Ok, maybe surprise is still on the menu! She didn't speak, though; quite aside from her own fascination with the mysteries of the night in particular, she'd always been fascinated with mysteries and lore of all kinds. Okay, so this is gossip, but it's the fuckin' gossip of the gods!

Luna swept her arms around the smaller mare, casually enwrapping her in an impenetrable wall of hard muscle and warm care. Noble could feel Luna's claim settling in over her, welcomed it; she wondered if the collar would be anything but mere formality by the time Luna finished her story. "Part of the contract," Luna said slowly, "Was six years to attempt to convince him to stay in Equestria-- specifically, to stay as the husband or herd husband to some or all of us. Dear Celly rolled the dice."

Ears rotating, Noble cuddled close to the warmth of Luna's titanic teat and nodded, listening attentively; a somewhat wistful yearning joining the heat in her loins, the mental image of two divine alicorns meeting under shadow and starlight was an almost irresistible draw, and Noble felt her cheeks flush with the sudden reality of it all.

The story continued. "She's set a ritual. Twilight Sparkle is the guide, leading the lad to learn how to love us and rut us proper, how to be a top for all of us-- ah, you object, little one?" The amazonian alicorn chuckled, and gently chucked Noble's chin as the "little" six foot six unicorn opened her mouth in shock, her cheeks suddenly flushing red at the seeming blasphemy.

The thought swirled in Noble's mind, and she wondered, Can goddesses blaspheme?

Luna smirked. "Oh, a stallion on top-- any stud, any male, for that matter-- 'tis a rare occurrence for myself, let alone Celly. Too emotional for the responsibility, for the most part; too few who have the fortitude also have the morals for it," she explained. "But from all I saw of his dreams, the boy is more or less exclusively a top, and while I could… mm, adjust someone who sought that whilst unworthy, Twilight Sparkle, the elements, and my sister and I all had something in the making of his worthiness, after all. Leaving aside the foolishness that would result should we choose to try and manipulate a son of that House thus, 'twould be foul of us to do so."

Squirming and panting, Noble tried to follow along. Her mind flat out refused to consider Luna in a submissive role-- sitting in her embrace, body pressed into Luna's enormous rack, legs spread over Luna's tremendously muscled thighs… And leakin', dammit, I can't help it, I… Noble's mind was full of herself in the submissive role, beneath the stern hand of her Goddess, tied up and tended to by the Dark Mother herself.

"Mmm," Luna said softly, and tipped Noble's chin up for a quick kiss on the lips. "You can cleave to your quim if you like, darling mare. I've a fondness for the face of a mare in pleasure's hold." She laughed, not harshly, but a gentle amusement as the unicorn stammered, her ears pinned back and her hands hesitantly stroking at her sex. "You needn't do so, but you might be relieved. Thinking of some of the delights you're to receive for worshiping your goddess proper, eh?" Luna inquired, and then licked her lips quite lewdly as Noble nodded, her fingers straying down to hesitantly caress her gushing lips, petting the dew back onto sensitive flesh and daring light, sweet touches to slick her stiffening clit.

"There's a girl," cooed Luna,and shifted her embrace; to Noble's embarrassment, this left the unicorn's full body exposed to Luna's gaze. To her surprised pride, she kept on frigging herself, bold but with her Lady's approval. "Good," concluded Luna. "Now, the lad. I know it's hard for you, but yes, we alicorn mares do yearn for a top some of the time. Of us, 'tis Celly greatest, then myself, then Twilight Sparkle and so forth. How can a stripling, barely an adult stallion hope to compete there?"

Glowering a bit, but still enamored of her Lady and the wondrous pictures her mind was throwing at her in pheromones' haze, Noble continued to play lightly with herself. "I'm sorry, my Lady, but I just can't imagine anything but you riding proud atop anyone…" Not even your sister, so there! Noble huffed mentally.

"Would it surprise you to know that's Trixie's position? And the highest priestess of the priestesses Celly refuses to have?" Luna laughed again, and her neck suddenly snaked forward. While she seized another kiss, far more fiercely than before, tongue conquering Noble's muzzle, her left hand forced Noble to continue masturbating herself through the kiss. To stroke and rub, to rotate her clit in swift, sinuous motions, Luna demanded pleasure-- and yet refused to penetrate poor Noble with her own divine digits!

Noble felt on the edge of a cruel precipice, gasping out, "Hahhhhnnnnn!" into Luna's mouth as the pleasure raged inside of her-- and then Luna with drew back, leaving her confused, edged, and bleary.

Just as suddenly, Luna's meaty hand did press between Noble's meaty thighs, her huge middle finger, as long as some stallionhoods, pressed past Noble's hands to fill deep in the stocky hyper mare's gushing cunt! "Remember that I am the moon, and that you will dance upon the edge of pleasure for my desire, whatever else occurs," Luna said, and smiled. "Especially since my sweet sisters-of-soul have convinced the dear boy-- not that it was too hard-- to permit the continuance of maintaining relationships with submissives."

She slowly began to pump her heavy middle finger back in Noble's sex. "Oh aye, girl, if you take oath, submit to my collar, and dance in my rite, you shall be a pretty crown jewel for my stable, yes, you shall," she said with another smirk. "My beloved and bratty and belligerently dominant sister believed that we could both satisfy the youth's lusts and our own-- by turning him into the a lover and dominant of our standards. To match our designs, desires, and what inflames our loins, much as I mistress yours now..

Clinging to Luna with all of her might, Noble fought the drool welling up in her throat, swallowing heavily as she rutted her hips down hard against her Lady's penetrating finger. "So-- ah…" she gasped as Luna teased around her G-spot, leaving her willing, waiting, wanting, and whining. Arching her back, tough muscles bulging and tensing, she shuddered "S-so you're teaching him to do this?" she asked, incredulous.

Luna chuckled and kissed Noble hungrily, smirking lightly. "He picks it up quite quickly, and there's the nub of the notion-- he's been progressing through the rite dear Celly's put him to, quite quickly indeed." She chuckled, teasing her thick thumb against the top of Noble's muff, the thick digit agile for all its size. "He's been guided by Twilight Sparkle, I said," she purred, "And won the hand of dear Fluttershy." Artfully, Luna smirked. "Speaking of hands, do you need to cum, my dear Noble Cause?"

A hair away from screaming, barely held back by her desire not to shame herself in front of her lewd Lady, Noble ground her F-cups against Luna's magnificent double Z's and squealed, "Yes! Please!"

But Luna just smiled teasingly. "A good start, my little postulant. Give your goddess what she demands, though, sweeter than praise," she instructed, wriggling thumb and middle finger in light stimulation, prolonging the edge in almost torturous pleasure.

She didn't have to explain any more. Noble knew that somehow, some way, her dreams were coming true, and she just surrendered to them. "Please, mistress. My Lady. My goddess. Please, let me cum, I beg of you, make me cum, please!" she groaned, squirming, her thick thighs and broad hips clenching down hard, squeezing against her goddess's dark-hided hand.

A feral smile curled around Luna's lips, her teeth bright pearls. "Good. Nay; excellent. Fierce of spirit and fierce in service; what I need, what I desire," she nickered, her dark wings sweeping forward to hold Noble in their tight, feathery embrace. Thus sheltered from the chaos of the room, surrounded by Luna's heady musk and the constant warmth of her divine strength, Noble came, whinnying and nickering.

Her own amazonian frame was outlined in strict relief, muscles tensing and bulging in worshipful imitation of her goddess' body, head thrown back and horn held high. Noble squeezed, her potent thighs barely shifting Luna's broad hand. Her pussy covered Luna's thick, invading finger in musky juices, clenching and winking against it while Luna watched Noble cream with smug, possessive fascination.

Am I yours, my Lady? Noble wondered. Will you keep me? Then, still shuddering, her body wrapped in the untrammeled pleasure of her orgasm, she realized there was no reason to hold back any more, no compulsion to keep her devotion secret. As her sex fluttered over Luna's claiming finger, Noble gazed hotly up into Luna's eyes and pleaded, "May I be yours, my Lady? Will you hold me, and keep me, claim me against all others?"

Luna's feral smile widened, and her other hand reached up along the taut white hide of Noble's chiseled back to press the stocky hyper closer and closer into the embrace of her breasts. "Aye, Noble Cause. Thou'rt mine, and I shall keep thee-- keep thee well, and full, besides." As she growled, her fingers ably pressed Noble's thick, strong thighs apart, and she plunged a second finger deep into Noble's slowly calming wetness.

Noble's climax was immediately renewed, and she squealed to the highest heavens and all the mysteries of the night as she orgasmed for Luna's desire, and in proof of Luna's claim on her very soul.

Chuckling, the giant goddess kisses Noble fiercely once again. She broke free of her nostalgic syntax for the moment. "You're extending the tale, but then again, so am I," she said as she broke the kiss. "So, the lad took Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and even met proud Rarity's questing calls as well. Including seducing sweet and no longer so little Barb." A little smirk formed on her lips. "Of course, since we want the ritual to succeed there were minor handicaps involved in terms of magic use… He is neither as experienced a warrior nor a mage as any of the lovely Elementals, but he does have an advantage in close in fighting-- which of course, is what the challenge ring is. An opponent like Rainbow Dash cannot evade a fight forever, even if the 'ring' is a large stretch of country or it's considered a default."

Blinking, Noble connected the dots. "Wait, my Lady, do you mean that an eighteen year old…" She stammered off. "That… he…" Again, the thought of blasphemy, utter blasphemy was the only label that the heavily built hyper could come up with.

Luna gently stroked Noble's lips with the fingertips not still occupying the smaller mare's pussy. "That he took me down in somewhat fair combat?" asked Luna, grinning with gentle wickedness. "That he held me to the ground and filled my womb after taking me like a trophy of war?"

The scent of Luna's arousal was almost overwhelming, and a faint, distant part of Noble was aware that her Lady was almost as gushing as Noble herself had been a moment ago. How, why-- he's but a striplin' and she's the Great Mother! Noble felt almost sick, for all the pleasure of Luna's finger deep inside her still. The huge nipples on Luna's giant mounds were stiff and proud, and Noble saw a lusty mirror of her own flushed face beneath Luna's dark-navy hide around the cheeks. The memory seemed to somehow enchant her, and Noble's body shook-- how could this be right?

Catlike smirk gone, Luna pulled her finger from Noble's sex and licked herself clean in a single slurp. Then, her heavy arms wrapped around the smaller amazon, squeezing her tight. "Worry not," Luna said, and soft as it was, it was an order. "It was not merely due to my sister's design nor out of respect for his preferences. Mine, too, remember, little one; for I've had the training of him in sex rite and then as lovers normal since he had the taking of dear little Fluttershy, and she taught him her own subtle lessons in loveplay and dominance."

Noble still quivered in Luna's hold; for her part, Luna continued her caresses, rocking her naked "little" lover back and forth, utterly enwrapped in strength and gentleness alike. She went on, "So, mm. I have also been adding to Twilight's curriculum for the lad since he met my standards for skill as well as endurance as a lover-- no refractory period is nice, but if he hadn't trained up the stamina, I'd have left him gasping in the dust and sheets alike." She winked at Noble, the smaller mare calming a bit.

Nonetheless, seeing that Noble continued to be deeply shaken, Luna summed up. "He has been trained, my dear little postulant. Trained to meet my standards as shieldmate and mate alike. A trifle crude on the battlefield, too much of a stallion for real precision and discipline, unfortunately. In fact, I was worried he would fail at our challenge, for all the secret of his success: strength that we have found no limit for. And then that would deny me my prize," she growled, "For make no mistake, little one, I want him. Wanted then, want now."

Swallowing heavily, Noble grinned faintly. "It's a little easier, my Lady, to imagine him as a prize for you, than to imagine him taking…" She coughed.

Luna winked, relaxing her taut hold but slightly and ruffled Noble's short mane. "I shan't disturb you with too many details at the moment," she said, then leered, "But I'll expect you to build up some resistance… perhaps watching through a hidden cache, or shall I saturate your dreams with my memories?"

"My Lady, please!" Noble groaned, and, without thinking, whapped Luna's enormous right tit with her palm.

Before Noble could even stammer an apology, Luna swept her head down and in to seize another kiss. "Spare me any sorries, dear Noble Cause, and remember 'tis your spirit I year for as much as your comely warrior-mage's body," she said sternly, then gently rubbed her cheek against Noble's. "But remember I shan't spare you teasing. That said: I had my doubts, and I wanted my prize."

Suddenly Luna groaned and flexed her wings open. Her long, potent legs were stretched out on the floor, and she sat Noble across the ridges of the cabled mass of her left quadriceps. "So, foalish as I was, I did the thing no learned mare should ever do to preserve a bauble of her own: I asked my sister to help tip matters in the lad's favor. To do something to me that would fit the terms of the duel beyond my merely agreeing not to use magic and permitting him the use of his inferior sorcery."

Frowning, Noble laid her head gently against Luna's soft, pillowy breast and asked, "She didn't hurt you, did she?" Inwardly, she was half ready to take up arms for Nightmare Moon-- if the Lady permitted, which she suspected would not be on the menu.

A headshake, prompt and clear, was the massive goddess' response. "Nay. My sister? A prank she might have put to some embarrassment, but harm or threaten, no." Luna groaned with annoyance again. "To spare us both the details, then… She augmented me, in fact. To be precise, she augmented my hormones. My aggressiveness. My sexual need. I was not thinking clearly, and I am not sure she was-- had I won, I would have ravished the boy despite his own leanings, and threatened as much!" She turned as Noble bit back a statement and placed two fingers on the little amazon's nose. "You may not call that a good possibility. Consent applies to stallions, too, even I believe that."

Noble managed a wan smirk of her own. "Does my Lady perhaps make mock of her own leanings a tad much?"

"Pert! Flirting knave! I'd have your backside tanned by my hand for such tawdry speculations if 'twere not for the fact that I know you'd enjoy it," Luna laughed, squeezing Noble's broad behind with a single giant hand, and added, "Aye, that and it's true. So. There I was, horny as hell, not thinking, and my body in overdrive. I got close; he won far more quickly than he should have. 'Trust my sister' indeed, she warned me not to as, but…"

Luna grumbled a bit, and then gave an astonishingly high giggle. "Unfortunately, Celly's spell had a number of consequences. Not the least of which is that our niece, and now dear little Fluttershy are no longer alone holding the life of natural born alicorns beneath their hearts." Luna gently stroked her own belly, and smiled at Noble. "I have felt their nascencies collect," she said with a hushed awe in her jovial voice. "Two! Twin daughters, and mine and my herd's."

Noble's jaw dropped. The birth of Flurry Heart had been a miracle of the old school, awful and awe-inspiring alike. Now-- at least three more? And two my Lady's? Does she intend to have me as nursemaid, then, or…?

The smirk returned to Luna's face and the wryness to her tone. "Aye, the lad's virile among… other things." She winked, and suddenly, lifted the still-stunned Noble up into the air and began to lewdly and lustfully suckle at Noble's F-cups. The stimulation was amazing, pressing all along the sensitive mammaries and massaging them with her tongue and lips as she went from one to the other and back until Noble was once more at the edge of climax… and then teasingly, yet again, stopped.

Luna's eyes were dark and stormy, almost feral, as she looked up from Noble's teats. "Mm, keep your eyes not on the future alone, little one. I'm afraid that while I will also be advancing you in my cause as I'd intended… I have a more prurient and immediate trust that I must give." She sighed. "Celly's blasted spell not only overwhelmed my own contraception enchantments, they've… well." She grunted, and set Noble down, then hefted her gigantic rack up…. and let the heavy knockers fall.

Now knowing what to listen for, Noble heard the slight gurgle of overfull fluid in the jiggling bounce. She swallowed heavily. "You're lactating, my Lady," she hazarded.

"Yes! They've grown a blasted cup size, too, and worse, they ache all the time. Twice and thrice worse, my milk is apparently like sister's, and suffused with the power of my alicorn nature. With my very spheres! And seeming, if not as addictive, than addictive nonetheless with but a few sups… Gah! 'Tis unfair," Luna actually whined. "Celly's milk can be frozen-- keeps! Mine floats off and begins to suffuse the dreams of my Night Guard, even when frozen solid!"

Trying to ignore the world-tilting implications of her goddess' pregnancy-- and her pouting-- Noble reached up and stroked Luna's dark cheek. "My Lady, you need me to…" She swallowed, a massive lump in her throat. "Drink your milk?"

With a slow nod, Luna explained. "Aye. And to be my hand in other matters, not the least of which will be as Seer for my Guard and others under my fiefdom."

"As a seer--" Noble began, than shook her head. "Your… um. Your milk. It's…"

"Prognotropic. And psychotropic, and hallucinogenic, and apparently much like sweet Celly's, an addictive aphrodisiac. Hers boosts power and capability. Mine sends the mind a-wander." Luna folded her arms under her giant, wobbling teats and sniffed. "So. These are your terms, Noble Cause. Swear personal fealty to me as not merely your goddess and ruling princess, but as your clanmistress and personal mistress. You will be my hand where I cannot be present; my hoof upon the throats of my enemies. You will serve my body; you will enforce my will. I will take you as a lover and submissive-- not a slave, for we fought hard to break the slavers, but as one bound to my lusts."

Luna held Noble trapped, not by any physical restraint, but by a strange, almost windlike tone. Her words seemed to hold a storm of dreams and shadows, and though Noble could break her gaze from Luna's, Luna's words held her spellbound, and always she returned to focusing on her goddess. "In exchange, I will provide for you, both room and board and a salary twice your usual profits at your bookstore. We may discuss its future later, but I will want you focused on me. I will see you initiated into the secrets of my magics; I will have you trained as a warmare of the highest orders before Celestia Sola Invicta's peace. I will reforge you, Noble Cause. I will make of you my lover… and my hoofmaiden-Seer. Do you accept?"

Noble sank to her knees, half aware of the ridiculousness, and yet… Somehow, placing her knees together between Luna's giant thighs, her powerful body but a tough little plug before this amazing divine amazon-- it seemed right. Like all of her was within and subordinate to the Lady, to her Lady, and a wild passion seized her.

With a fey confidence granting grace to her motions, Noble smiled hesitantly up at Luna, and then closed her eyes laying her face down against the swell of the titanic pair of dark blue breasts, her muzzle nestled into her Lady's cleavage, her horn laid along the proud, perky curve and at Luna's mercy. "Darkness and Shadows, my Lady, yes. By Your Moon's silver light, yes, by my soul I am yours. Everything that You command, I will do; everything that you ask, I will be. Reforge me, my beloved Goddess, I beg of you; make me over to Your purposes, and I swear by all holies and all secrets that ever were, I am yours!"

Cool material, like finest leather but yet somehow like cold silver, touched around Noble's throat-- a band. A collar. "Rise," ordered Luna, her voice a black and hungry growl-- the Maw of the Great Mother opening to speak dark words. "Rise, my hoofmaiden, and make of yourself my possession; clasp the collar about your own throat, and willingingly be made mine past the very end of your days!"

Noble staggered slowly to her feet, Luna shifting lightly to let the naked unicorn straddle her giant right thigh. Noble's strong fingers raised to her corded throat, and she found the studded collar there, complete with an O-ring and dangling tag. She clicked the clasp together, then swallowed heavily against the unfamiliar constriction as a hiss was heard. "M-my Lady?"

"Mmm. Words have meaning, my dear. Though my illusions will cloak it from the unwary, you-- like Trixie, like the highest of my guard, will forevermore wear my collar, save that one of us should break faith with the other. You'll see it on them, now," Luna said, lounging back lazily and clapping a hand on Noble's taut buttocks. "The mark of my people. My claimed, my own."

Author's Note

Most of Luna's story will play itself out in a far-distant sequel to Hunting Season, if I get that far, but since that's Hunting Season, Flutterbook, Dashbook, Rarity/Barbbook, then Luna's... yeah, Noble deserves their present earlier. :)