Milkmade Mare

Noble Cause wasn't given long to admire her collar. The mercurial moon was waxing, and Luna Selene Solutae had needs to be fulfilled.

More needs than I'd have dreamed, ever! Noble thought.

Luna peremptorily hauled the smaller amazon up to one colossal teat. Noble whinnied, her muscular inner thighs damp with her femmecum and her tail flicking over her Lady's supporting hand. One broad, callused hand hefted Noble up; the other came behind Noble's head and directed her right towards the Great Mother's massive teat. "It's time to begin your duties, my hoofmaiden," rumbled the giantess.

Noble swallowed heavily. "M-mistress," she gasped, her stocky frame trembling. "Your nipple-- it's bigger than some cocks I've..."

Luna's hand stroked gently at the unicorn's mane. "Shhh, little one," she said quietly. "You are in your goddess' hands now. Fear nothing save betraying me. Close your eyes if you must, but open wide. Your mouth-- like the rest of you-- belongs to the Moon, now. And the Moon demands you sup."

Jaw trembling, but trusting in her Lady, Noble opened wide. She kept her eyes clear, elemental stubbornness forcing her from the path of weakness, and she was rewarded with a benevolent smile from the giant amazon. "So proud of you is your mistress, little one," Luna cooed softly-- and suddenly, Noble's mouth was full of Luna's fleshy nub.

Squeals of delight filled Noble's ears and she felt her jaw distending, as though her mistress' nipple was a hyper's oversized prick. She was forced to yawn out like a serpent, Luna inexorable, insatiable until Noble's lips pressed against her areola and Noble's six foot six body was cradled against her like a nursing babe.

The order was almost a formality, but the growl rumbled down into Noble's very soul. "Suckle, my hoofmaiden. Now!"

So Noble did, choking around the vast nip at first. Soon, when the touch of Luna's indescribably sweet and rich milk touched her tongue, she abruptly threw herself into it with whole heart and joyous soul. She sucked at the giant nub like a drowning mare at an airhose-- as though she'd die if that thick, tingling fluid didn't fill her, immediately.

Fill it did. No preliminary, like the hypothetical dick it outmassed; when Noble hollowed her cheeks, the dark black nipple gave forth. A sweet, heady stream of literally divine-tasting milk gushed into her throat as her mistress let out a satisfied moan.

As Luna grunted, "Rainbows and our Mother, it feels so good to get the tightness down!" Noble's mind raced. Maybe it was the hallucinogenic effect that her goddess had warned her of, but she felt determined to pleasure Luna as deeply as she could. Not just mere relief; payment in kind for the orgasms she'd been given.

Clench went Noble's abs around her tightening core, rapidly filling with milk, and she let out a muffled scream of pleasure that trailed off into gurgles. Correction, she thought dreamily, Am bein' given. Lady of the Night, what a rush!

A rush from the Lady of the Night, in point of fact.

Noble struggled with a sudden haze that was more than merely orgasm, tingling and fluid sensation running through her every thought. It inspired her for that repayment, though, and despite the constant stream of milk, Noble began to swirl her tongue around the enormous nip. Her goddess had already deep-throated her with the thick nub, so she began to bob her head back and forth over nipple and splurting milk alike, hollowing her cheeks and aggressively sucking.

As she wriggled her tongue all along the turgid length, she giggled mentally. A blowjob, she thought. I'm givin' a blowjob to a nipple that puts my last coltfriend's pride to shame. Not that the stud had been less than satisfying-- she wouldn't have tolerated less-- either! No, just this wonderful, amazing, beautiful tit had of course a nipple of divine length to own Noble's throat. And silly or not, my goddess deserves having her tits fellated!

Before she could further tend to Luna, Noble had to reorient herself. The thick warmth of the milk spread swiftly; not limited to the stomach alone. It pulsed along her body, as though carried by her veins, infusing muscle and bone and all manner of flesh with indescribable pleasure. Her hands trembled with the sensation of a lover's caress from within. As her fingers clenched against the massive teat filling her belly, she remembered, Hands! I have hands to please my Lady!

Hands and arms and a body. Determined to learn quickly, she recalled her Lady's 'lesson'-- that a goddess' breasts were pleasurably sensitive indeed. So start with hands-- with fingers-- stroking and caressing Luna's huge, perky orb. Squeeze-- just lightly, lest the flow of milk drown her!-- with her palms, rubbing in soft circles. Pattern established amid the intoxication of Lunar milk,when her mistress' groans turned from soft sighs to sharp, pleasured grunts, Noble flexed.

Like a little filly flexing against her warmare mother, it might have been ridiculous from the outside. One of Luna's forearms would have outpumped Noble's best peaks… without flexing. Would, in fact, have made Noble's otherwise prodigious quads look like stubby little chicken wings. But mistress likes her warmares, Noble's loins assured her. Flex, even if frivolous. Flex for my mistress, for my goddess.

Luna's strong, calloused right hand stroked through Noble's mane, holding her against the rapidly splurting, heavily sloshing mammary. Her left, now-- her left took advantage of its place supporting Noble, a full grown six-foot-six, like a tiny foal, to suckle. Squeezing and fondling, Luna made very free with her new hoofmaiden's toned glutes, and Noble had to restrain herself from forgetting sanity and just squealing in pleasure at the top of her lungs.

Remember, me, Noble told herself, It would not be a good omen to take some of that-- ahhhh!-- deliciousness down your airpipe, even if you'd love to swim in the stuff. Then she giggled, stopping the suckle out of necessity as her cheeks puffed up, stretched even quicker than her belly on the milk.

Did mistress' breasts have starfield patterns the first time I saw them, she wondered, or-- ooh, I need to swallow, yes I do.

Navy blue fingers pressed proprietorially against the white hide of Noble's tensing tush. Noble gulped down eagerly in response to the unspoken rejoinder, though she couldn't help the occasional throttled groan of ecstasy. The milk and milk-euphoria that spread in Noble responded to Luna's touches as though she already had some secret to manipulating it inside Noble. Perhaps Luna had, though Noble couldn't feel any magic swimming in the ether around her.

No, what she felt in every light touch of those huge fingers was half-spank, half-liquid pleasure, as though her clit had decided to take reports from the rear. Her tail caught in permanent flag, she began to rut back against Luna's playful molestations. Lewd and utterly wild, Noble bounced her chiseled hind end against the huge palm that easily covered across the majority of both cheeks. Shamelessly, she drenched her goddess' lap as her pussy climaxed again, and again. The Moon Milk seemed to be forcing her along its path, to be igniting her inner walls with unquenchable sensation, and all she could do was cream.

Cream and flex. She heard Luna's coos of encouragement, obscene little suggestions that Noble could, "Put those pretty muscles to work in my cunt later-- mm, nice and hard, like a good mare ought." Was that safe, with her goddess pregnant? Noble didn't know, but trusted all to Luna's wisdom.

Yes, she pumped her poor mortal muscles, mere amazonian against Luna's indomitable might and perfect definition, good and hard. Suck, flex, suck, flex, she chanted inwardly. Suck, flex, cuddle the breast divine… She had to worship, and this was her method. But… not just controlled. Not a slave after all. A submissive, a servant, a priestess baptized in the mix of faith and lust.

A fire awoke in her belly, fighting back against the milk's siren song.

So I have to keep cummin' like the owned little broodie she makes me? Noble thought, and threw her whole body around her mistress. Powerful, bulging legs spread wide, Noble wrapped herself around as much of Luna's mid-torso as she could, cunny grinding obscenely against the rugged power of one of Luna's gloriously chiseled abs. Fine. But I'm gonna do it like the proud, stubborn bitch Momma taught me to be. Like the warmare mistress wants me to be!

Noble's own abdominals had surrendered to the milk's stretch now, her usual minor pudge bloating out, full of her late-night "dinner." So she wiggled that, too, against her beloved goddess, and was rewarded by the renewed scent of alicorn musk. It was everywhere now, and as Noble writhed in constant climax against the breast she hungrily fellated, it seemed to change the very timber of her own release.

Scent and taste and even just the feel of Luna's glorious mega-breast seemed to convey more pleasure than Noble could have thought possible. As though everything from curling toes to tensing thighs, all the way up to her own "little" F-cups-- but growing with the influx of alicorn milk-- and to the tips of her ears…

Of course the horn, she thought. As though all of it could climax like her drenched cunt, feel all of the clench and contract and release and relief of her sex.

She wasn't surprised when her horn went off without so much as a dainty peck from Luna. Her goddess was apparently quite fond of Noble's ears, licking and nibbling them almost delicately. When shadow and azure burst from Noble's horn, though, Luna gently touched her horn to Noble's.

Noble blacked out.

When she woke up, her jaw ached, not from distension, but from an almost agonizing lack. Her eyes rolled open, and there, looming in front of her was the dark and crinkled flesh of her mistress-goddess' teat, with just a light dribble of sweet cream from the tit.

"Oh, good," purred Luna. "You gave such a sweet little suckle I thought to reward you, but 'twas too much for your first time. I am so proud of you, my Noble Cause; few of my initiates would have been anything but a passive maw." Noble smiled as though she'd been praised for the very first time, her heart burning almost as hot as the still-inflamed passion of her pussy.

Then she looked up, and saw the devilish smirk on her Lady's face. The corona of twinkling stars and the halo in the form of a constantly phasing moon only distracted from that impish lust but a little. "So let me reward you more, my sweet," the huge alicorn purred. "Reward such an expert nipple-sucker as she deserves."

Noble screamed at herself to say something. To thank Luna. To praise the Great Mother for the great fucking. To ask what sort of a reward prompt learning to give a blowjob to a part of the anatomy not usually used as a phallus might receive. No sound came out, save the still-pleasured groan that followed the only breath she could make. Her jaw went slack, though still sadly unstretched.

The moment the unicorn's jaw dropped, that smile increased its dark mischief a thousandfold on Luna's face. "Perfect, my pretty piece," sighed the amazonian giantess. "Just perfect," she cooed, and flexed her pectorals abruptly.

Huge bulges of immense power were utterly hidden behind the past-Z breasts, but Noble could see their effects. Eee. I think I can actually see them anyway, she thought muzzily, and it was so-- faint lines of power behind life-filled mammary mountains. She didn't have time to contemplate further. As the gigantic tits slammed into Noble's face, Luna flexed her ninety-inch circumference right bicep as well. Right into the side of the not-quite-drained boob that Noble had been worshiping.

Luna Selene Solutae took a milk money shot all over her new hoofmaiden's face. Warm cream sprayed all over Noble's muzzle, leaving thick liquid drenching down over her snout, invading nostrils, dripping onto her breasts. Needless to say, if not as efficacious as the aphrodisiac still ravishing her belly, the mystic potency of Luna's milk drove Noble further wild with climax. It felt like an alchemical distillation of the very concept of pleasure, sprayed over her skin.

She wasn't able to close her eyes in time, but the milk didn't burn or hurt. Some distant part of Noble, a scholar even when being given a lactation facial, noted that instead, Luna's milk not only gently cleansed Noble's eyes, it opened her perception of the local mana flows considerably, like the finest Vision ointment.

An unexpected side-benefit she didn't really have the presence of mind to appreciate, being far too busy learning that yes, even now, Luna could make her cum harder than the most intense dreams of a fuck-crazy broodie.

Luna cradled the fit, fireplug hyper mare in her arms gently. For all of the power and strength that Noble was both heir to and worked hard to maintain, she was just a delicate little blossom with an immense milk-jug gut in Luna's arms. She came and came, and in the short but lengthening time between climaxes, floated on literal dreamstuff enrapturing her mind. Spilling past her goddess' titanic muscles, her belly was swollen as though she was full of foal and about to pop herself.

Noble wondered if it was fair she was given such pleasure while her goddess had only cum a scant few times. Then she looked up, and through her milk-enhanced sight, saw calmness and satisfaction literally glow from Luna's face. The work, and the worship, was worthy.

She panted heavily as the climaxes finally stopped. Or at least calmed enough that she couldn't distinguish them from the languid squirming that she seemed incapable of ceasing. This pleased her mistress. Luna rumbled, her wings flicking lightly as she continued to beam at her newly claimed lover and servant.

"M-m-mistress," Noble whispered, finally able to speak. "What… I…" Sort of speak.

Luna shook her head, the ethereal wisps of her wild mane flowing like night breezes. She shushed Noble gently and softly said, "Rest, dear priestess. Rest for now, in thy goddess' arms, and know that I will shield thee always." Before Noble could do anything but slacken against the impossible hardness of Luna's muscular embrace, the Great Mother leaned down, muzzle inches from Noble's milk-stained, no, milk-coated face.

And began to lick. Grooming. Noble processed it slowly, as long, tender licks slurped across her face. Luna lapped up her own milk; unlike poor Noble, she merely gained a darker flush to her cheeks as she cleaned up her messy reward. Even when the milk was slurped from muzzle, cheek, forehead, even from Noble's short, blonde mane, Luna just kept licking.

It was hardly unpleasant. Comforting, after the raw intensity of the milky facefuck. Tender care from the Goddess of Dreams, lapped in slow, even measures over Noble's face. Curling, deft licks styling Noble's mane; teasing tonguetip touches at Noble's mana-climaxed hornbase. Noble closed her eyes again, lulled into restfulness.

The teasing should have warned her. She should have remembered the wickedness of her goddess' smile, for all she loved the results.

"Noble," came Luna's voice, a sing-song, almost fillyish pitch, if fillies could have voices deeper than Carter's End Gorge back home. Noble squirmed, milk-swollen breasts and belly jiggling and sloshing about, trying to get her eyes open and failing-- the lids were just so heavy!

"Mm, adorable, my sweet Cause," came Luna's voice again, but it wasn't squeaky in the slightest this time. Richer. Hungrier. "Adorable, but… Noble…." she sang again, her profound voice resonating over Noble's body like a full body massage.

At last, Noble found her voice. Blearily, her eyes opening slowly to reveal that mischievous grin looming above her once more, she replied. "Mistress?" she asked hopefully. "Mistress, how may I serve?"

A piercing squeal of delight from the nine-foot-four giant goddess cleared out any milk or dreamstuff left in Just Cause's baby girl's ears! "Momma?" she asked, confused. "Is the tea ready?"

"Don't call me Mother outside of the Rite, sweet piece, sweet Cause," Luna cooed. "Or when I shall dress you up properly for an occasion. But as you have pleaded for a Mother's paddling to a naughty filly…"

Whack! Two buttocks, one hand. Luna's vast palm came around like a whistle, and slapped Noble's rear. Not too harshly, though stern enough to leave a red, glowing handmark beneath her hide hair stretching from cutie mark to cutie mark, it shocked Noble to nearly full wakefulness.

Before she could beg forgiveness for however she'd sinned, Noble's mouth was abruptly full of black, questing tongue. Full. Full as it had been of nipple, only with a squirming, conquering liveliness as Luna prenched her good and hard.

"No, dear Noble, you have not angered your goddess," Luna said when she broke the kiss. "Not yet." A pout formed on the divine muzzle that left Noble aching to soothe whatever distress her mistress might have. Then she was smacked by a jiggling, sloshing mass, and realized the "yet."

Dark of New and Light of Full, Noble thought, and swallowed heavily. Her hands reflexively cradled the immense bloat of her milk-swollen stomach. "Th-that was just one tit," she whispered.

Luna squealed again, a bit more circumspectly. "You are a strong little love, aren't you?" she nickered, and goosed Noble. Noble yelped, and her stomach smacked both of her breasts and the looming giant Left Lunar Tit as she squirmed. She was left wondering if goddesses were allowed to giggle like that, and believing with all her heart that Luna could do anything she wanted to.

"Trixie spoke well when she recommended you to my service, my breasts, and my bed," Luna said with a smirk. "Yes, sweetling. Your job is but half-complete." She pursed her lips. "Still, I like not overabusing your belly like this; being a sweller rather than a gulper is new to me without magic for temporary equipment."

She planted the same hand that had roughly, rudely, and lewdly spanked Noble atop the vast swell of milk protected only by distended hide, and thought. Noble did pay attention as that wicked smirk grew and grew, and whispered, "I did volunteer, but Lady, can I withstand your glory?"

Luna snorted, and cupped Noble's cheek in one hand. "Of course you can. When I had the toughest of my Thestral mares drain me, she passed out after sucking passively. I set her male counterpart on her to train up her will and verve; he made it to the hornfrot like you, but couldn't quite get the presence of mind to give a good blowjob, let alone that lovely full-body participation, my dear!"

Pleased, Luna kissed Noble fiercely again; no tongue, but no less conquering. "I am so proud of you," she repeated. "No, I'll wait to leave your belly exceeding your body until I've fucked you with my tits for a few hours. The dear boy left my tum broader than even my frame on the first salvo, but I am an alicorn, after all." She tapped her muzzle as Noble stared in blushing wonder. "Ah! Thence, he octupled me afterwards-- from another angle! Strategy, my precious Cause, can be found even in a stallion's mind. Or loins. We shall take inspiration from my apprentice and affianced, then, you and I, and overfill you. As above, so below, eh?"

Noble's mind was waking up, between squeals and spanks and goddess giggles. Her eyes widened with shock. Trust your goddess, wench! she ordered herself. While she steeled her conscious mind, she felt her tail shift firmly to the left, tugging between the sore flesh of her swatted ass and her goddess' calloused hand.

"P-part of me is all in, mistress," Noble said, swallowing heavily. "Forgive your hoofmaiden if she's a bit nervous at the idea of that much milk up her slit?" Not that there's a risk of anything. Not in her hands, and not with the miracle of this milk.

Luna purred. "Mind awake and present," she noted. "What a warmare you'll make, precious priestess. What a mage…" Her rumble trailed off, and Noble's heart leapt as the wickedest width of smile hit yet. "And what a piece of ass for my teats' conquest! Hup-la!"

With that, she tumbled Noble from her lap onto the broad mattress-- When did we move here? wondered the befuzzled unicorn-- below, into the mess of sheets still smelling of Luna's climaxes.

She almost came again, and couldn't swear she didn't when her belly bounced and squished back against her, sending the milk sloshing around endlessly.

"Oof," Noble groaned and picked herself up on her hands and knees. She would have risen, but a possessive hand came down on her ass, and she froze.

No, her torso froze, her head froze, neck lifting her gaze and horn up high. Her lower body was taking signals from her little mare in the boat, and as flagged as her tail was, it tried to make a complete one-eighty and go up her back.

Her tense, thick legs spread of their own accord, and she whimpered. "Hsst," Luna chided. "On your knees, ass high and cunt ready. Is that not best to receive my blessing?"

Welp, Noble thought. At least I have plenty of fluids to make up for the waterfall that appears to have been conjured into my womb? She maintained enough sauce to deliberately wink her cunt at her goddess, and moan, "Yes, please, blessings and graces and HOLY FUCKING BOOBS!"

Naturally, that had been when Luna chose to lurch forward and cram her left breast against Noble's upraised flanks. She didn't use any appreciable force-- for a divine muscle goddess. Noble might be strong even for a hyper mare, but she was almost knocked forward. Her quads and triceps surged and hardened as she braced on the tousled sheets.

To be more precise, the 'and' had gotten the slap of massive ZZ-tit spanking ass and thighs and calves alike. The blessing of breasts had escaped her in a mad yelp when her pussy was treated to the same as her thirsty throat-- save with less gentleness. Luna wanted to ravish her new sub, and said sub was more than enthusiastic for her ravishing.

The strange capability of a hyper to stretch their intended, and Noble's own hyper ability to stretch, came to her rescue as her already curvaceous, thick hips were widened further. Luna's nip plowed into Noble's well-cum but so far un-boobed, un-stretched sex as though she intended to breed Noble with her milk alone.

Noble was briefly and muggily entertained by the idea of fluid-formed foals forming a heroic team to fight crime before the explosive burst of pleasure mixed with violation sent her screaming into renewed climax. Luna loomed across her, her gigantic melon-- bag of melons!-- pushing hard against Noble's upturned rump and flagged tail. She took Noble fiercely, her wings outspread as she reached a hand forward to grab Noble's horn like a steering rod while her giant nipple began to splurt the aphrodisiac milk into Noble's gushing, winking cunny.

"Mmm," groaned Luna. "Must remember to put a bit and bridle on you later tonight when we do this again."

Again? Noble wanted to ask, but could only whinny and squeal like a half-wild thing, tamed slut and inflamed fucktoy for her mistress alike. Words were her mistress' now, and to her, the fucking.

No weakling, now or ever before her mistress, Noble gritted her teeth and squeezed her kegels over the fleshy invader, for all her milk gut-- swollen down to the very mattress!-- made it hard to control her core.

Luna's groan of approval made Noble's every effort to get her sloshing belly and overstuffed sex to clench utterly worthwhile. The massive hand enveloped her horn, holding her head back and high as the potent fingers stroked and played in time with the bounding thrusts from behind. Noble dug her knees in, quads flaring tightly once more as she slammed her rump back at her goddess' mega-breast.

It was so hard to focus; her horn was sending its electric pleasure-signals straight to her brain, but her clit was trapped right up against the invading nipple, and its frantic pulse seemed even more urgent.

She couldn't stop screaming -- No, squealing -- pleasured blares and blats almost down to an animal level. Luna's divine milk suffused her flesh, working her over with a less blatant, but more pervasive magic than the stretch starting from her slit. The flex of her muscular thighs? Like the finest stroke over her vulva. The slap of her flanks against the perky bounce of her goddess breast? Like her clit was getting extra special attention from a talented lover.

"Good, good, good," chanted Luna as she pumped gallon after gallon of trance-inducing cream into Noble's waiting womb. As Noble's uterus made the same preternatual adjustments to being overfilled as her stomach had, Luna let out a long, whinnying squeal of climax. "So good, my sweet Cause! It feels so good to get that out!"

Noble knew she was a good mare, then. Her lover, her mistress, her goddess was pleased with her performance as a milkdump. As a nipple-fucked slut, bound to the divine warmistress ravishing her womb and conquering the sensitive expanse of her horn. It wasn't just the loom and shadow of Luna's far-flung wings and immense body that made Noble know she was owned; it was that trap, between her horn's rising need to splash magic all over the divine bedroom's ceiling and her cunt's willing acceptance of its new role as receptacle for shamanistic cream.

Then the scent struck her. Divine orgasms, alicorn climaxes-- they held power, and not just in magical rites. It was more than scent, it was taste, like the tang of a hopeful dream coming into reach, or chill and brisk as a winter's night. Luna gasped and moaned, titanic peaks flexing-- with care, such care as to never harm her hoofmaiden-- her enormous breast and its mate slapping against Noble all the harder as Luna's pecs bulged and bounced.

The last sane part of Noble wondered what the clench of climax was doing to the High Moon Rump. Well, partially sane, and not for long. If she'd been a wild thing before, now she was wildness, her six-foot-six body rapidly slamming itself against and over the invading mega-nipple. Somewhere, this primal part of her, invoked and shaped and commanded by Luna Selene Solutae, found wherewithal to demand.

To demand to be filled.

"Let…" Luna's voice trailed off into a gasp as the madmare that was her hoofmaiden seemed to be trying to fit her entire left ZZ-cup tit into her rapidly milk-bloating womb. She shook her head, and lazily thumbed at Noble's horn, whinnying with lewd intent. "Let it not be said I do not grant my priestess' heartfelt prayers!" she declared, and her hips flexed.

Just a little. Only a small bit more than the gyration of the build-up or the shudder of climax. An infinitesimal fraction of the immeasurable strength of the Moon Goddess.

It almost did force Noble's cunt to gape wide enough for Luna's whole areola and the flesh beneath to fit in. Or perhaps she did manage to take all of that dark, sensitive surface in; Noble hoped so.

It was simply that the onrush of milk this time was so vast, and her body distended so far, that she went past blacking out and straight into dreams of raw and unrestricted pleasure. Estimates, as a result, were somewhat off.

She was fairly certain that something on the ceiling ate her hornflare, and would later be concerned about that. At the time, she didn't have the wherewithal to worry about anything. To do or be anything other than fluid and foggy of mind herself, rushed away on the torrent of ecstasy granted by her goddess.

Noble woke up to her horn flaring again-- enough and repeatedly that the base was starting to ache with the occult flare. Her ears were also a bit sore-- something kept slapping them?-- and her mane felt so sticky. She grunted, and tried to move her head, but nothing doing; her horn was trapped somewhere moist and fleshy, her magic absorbed into the lining…

Of her goddess' pussy. "Bless you, sweet hoofmaiden," groaned Luna. "I still have need of release, and your unconscious form has proven only an acceptable substitute for the lover's tongue I need. Just… mmm… just a little more like this…"

Oh. Noble thought, then let out a longer, audible, gasping, "Oh!" as her horn climaxed again. Apparently, while she'd been unconscious, her impatient goddess had rolled her up around her massive milk-filled womb and stomach-- Plugged my poor, stretched twat with a dildo I can hardly feel save at the slit, she realized-- and had begun to hump Noble's horn as a kind of make-do. A little side fuck while waiting for Noble to regain consciousness.

Guess that answers the question of whether or not it's safe for me to be elbows deep in her Dark O' Lusty Night later, Noble thought. The idea that the Great Mother would permit the endangering of any foals, let alone her own, especially for mere pleasure, was blasphemous, and Noble tried to feel shame for even considering it.

Luna had no intention of permitting Noble to feel anything other than pleasure on her initiation night.

Noble shuddered as Luna seemed to somehow grab the magic with the inner walls of her sex. Pulled it up and in as her shuddering folds managed to tighten to fit the thin spire as though it was a proper-sized cock. How didn't matter; the why was Luna's will, Luna's desire, and that was all that Noble cared about. The smug purr and groan of her goddess' climactic come-down was reward enough.

Luna stood up on her bed. She had to hunch a bit; even the cavernous tower bedroom wasn't really made for a nine-foot-four alicorn to stand up on her Princess-sized bed. It could have been used as the foundation for a normal pony's house, after all, but Luna seemed to overlay it all as she stood.

Estimations were still foggy. Noble was staring up at the dripping pussy of her soul's ruler. "Perfect," she whispered, even before the first drop of alicorn femmecum splattered on her face, leaving a quickening burst of sensation that outdid even the trance-milk facial from before. She took every opportunity to memorize the dark, near-black folds as they clenched and quivered with the aftershocks of Luna's climax, the thick nub of the Holy Clit stiff and proud. All of that gorgeous sex, crowned by the ethereal darkness of Luna's animated, spectral pubic mound…

Noble weakly brought a hand up to check on her cheek. In between the splashes of divine arousal, she checked, and…

Yep, she told herself. Why, this is Grammy's apparently eternally lucky grandfoal droolin' all over herself. While staring up at Princessly Pussy like a complete addlepated twit, at that.

With that thought in mind, and the fearsome warmistress of Equestria giggling like a schoolfilly above her, Noble tried to move. She really did. Apparently, Luna had made good on her plans to multiply her poor womb's mass by factors of the rest of her body; she could do little more than slosh about on an ocean of the hypnotropic cream.

"Say it," Luna purred.

Noble's stunned mind-- rebooted with each drop of divine nectar-- only let her whimper, "Mistress?"

The resulting gush made it hard for her to hear through her own creaming cries, but she made out Luna's groan of delight and remonstrative words. "Dear, dear hoofmaiden," Luna said, a vast wingtip coming down to tease at Noble's milk-and-honey stained chin, "As pleasing as that title is, I desire to have you a bit more… mmm. Demonstrative of your appreciation for your goddess."

Two and two make four, yammerer, Noble told herself. Please your princess! Grunting, panting, struggling through the torturous drip of constant pleasure, she panted out, "Your pussy, mistress-- it's so beautiful. Beautiful as your starry skies, beautiful as the dark of your new moon, beautiful as the brilliance of your moon in full." Shuddering, wondering how far she was permitted, she rolled on her overfull stomach, trying to change position. To even lurch up a bit to kiss at the mountainous thighs flexing lightly above her head.

Nothing. She was trapped, stomach and sex so swollen on alicorn milk that even her hyper strength failed her; her body held her trapped.

So, then, words. The sheer ecstasy of Luna's arousal-fluids on her skin was so penetrative that it was hard for Noble to even see through the pleasure. Through the heat that she was sure was turning her as pink as the Goddess of Laughter. Still, she had to try.

Her own pussy winking and twitching around the plugging dildo, Noble groaned, "Please, let me worship that beauty, mistress. Goddess! Lady of the Glorious Night, please, please let me taste you close. Let your servant's tongue repay the kindness of claiming her. Please, Mistress Luna, let me eat your pussy out!"

Silence, save for the continued drip. Noble had long enough to wonder if she'd trespassed before her face was utterly overwhelmed, showered in the gush of Luna's miniclimax.

When the ringing in her ears stopped once more, the echo of Luna's wild war-cry of triumph, Noble moaned, and stretched. Despite the distracting surge of sensation from her belly, she planted her knees against her own milk gut, and tried to use the distension effect to reach up for her mistress' still-clenching cunny.

Then Luna's voice was soft and subtle as a knife's edge. "Call me Mistress Moon, my lovey," she ordered, and then her cobalt magic seized Noble, and she shifted to a growl. "Well. Call me that when I let you up for air, little tongue; for aye, that's the use of you I want now."

Noble couldn't tell just how she was oriented. Not when she was trapped in the resulting tidal wave of hypnotropic sploosh that ruled her body out from her stomach and her cleft alike. Besides, little things like how she was being held didn't matter. What mattered was that those glorious, dark folds were within reach of her lips, of the tongue Mistress Moon had named her.

So she thrust her muzzle up to meet the lowering sex. Enthusiasm for Mistress Moon, always enthusiasm. Noble Cause would not permit the failure of a purely passive throne, no matter how glorious the seat on her face. As quads that could easily hold a pair of lovers each closed in gentle prison around her head, Noble's lips were already against Mistress Moon's lower pair. Her dextrous upper lip, deft as fingers, caressed the arousal-engorged labia, squeezing lightly while her tongue fluttered in.

The taste was paradise. Noble could have died in that moment of wonder, of sweet honey and the tang of a dominant alicorn who desired her service. But she lived to "suffer" many a little death, climaxing, shaking wildly within the immovable confines of those gigantically muscled thighs and that titanically potent magic.

Never did she stop her energetic laps and fondling kisses. Tongue and lips worked in frantic frenzy over and within Luna's clenching cunny, worked up slowly along her labia. Then, there, Noble sucked on Luna's clit, lips curling around it to stroke and beg for more alicorn orgasms, for more of the all-conquering spice and musk to be poured out over her.

Luna's grunts and gasps were quite audible to Noble, despite the solid prison of hyperdense flesh around her ears. Attuned as she was, as full of her goddess' essence as she was, there was no message that she could not receive in that instant. She learned Luna's pleasure eagerly, tongue's wriggle within dark wetness responding to those groans and cries of pleasure. Her lip's cunning curl worked desperately at the giantess' clitty, pulling on it lightly-- as though anything else was possible, mortal to muscle goddess-- and she was rewarded in excess.

Those huge quadriceps tensed and shook with impossible power and incredible gentleness. Noble's head was rocked around, her warm, ballooned stomach sloshed and jiggled, but no harm came to her. Luna came, enthusiastically and with loud whinnies of pleasure, all over Noble's eagerly licking face. Power was all around Noble, power and lust and care.

All the while, so long as she still had the mind and the awareness to do so, Noble drilled her long tongue deeply into Luna's sex, flicking and licking deeply within those clenching inner walls. Her lip worked over stiff clit and soft hood alike, caressing and tugging in turns. Some daring corner of her soul wondered, If the Lady is invulnerable, then perhaps…

Despite the constant, mindblowing sensation of her goddess' pheromones mixing with the mystical stimulation of Dreams' own milk, Noble still found herself… herself. Loving, wanting to please more, willing to dare disapproval and trusting her, reached just a bit further to nip her goddess' invisible flesh-- right on that sensitive nub of the clitoris.

Noble was rewarded with a rain of Luna's climax and a torrent of her climactic splurt. Luna's pussy almost yanked Noble's lower jaw up inside of her with the force of release. Alicorn femmecum was poured down Noble's throat to mix with alicorn milk in her waiting belly.

Needless to say, Noble squealed and came her way into the arms of blissful unconsciousness.

Which, Noble realized as she felt her wrists being locked in place by shadowy vines, does not mean my Lady is done with me.

She looked down, to the extent that the shadows locking to her collar would permit. Though she could still feel the vast tank of her well-filled stomach and womb, the bulge was entirely gone, leaving her F-Cups the largest swell out from her body. The simultaneous sensation of her abs contracting in taut excitement and knowing that they had been stretched out smooth in the lactation ballooning was… new.

Smack. Noble looked up, and swallowed heavily. Luna's massive form stood high and proud, not too far away from her. She was garbed as strange mix of modern dominatrix and hunting scout from her earlier life, leather and lace everywhere. Her gloved hand had just smacked Noble's low-hanging right tit; a gentle swat, but definitely grabbing her attention. As for the rest of her, Noble, utterly nude and tiny before the giant deity, was suspended with her torso leaning forward, arms manacled out and above her back. A thick belt around her waist was chained to the floor, as were her spreader-bar braced ankles, leaving her with her ass held high, showing off her slit like a common street whorse.

The flagged tail was all her own, needing no restraint to keep showing off her dripping sex.

Luna smiled, almost benevolently, but Noble knew better now. "I hope you didn't think you'd be resting in your sleep, my sweet Cause," Luna nickered. The very room-- the dream chamber she'd lusted after on very, very damp nights-- shook with every footfall as Luna came closer, and closer. "This is your initiation night, little priestess, little warmare, little love. I shan't have it anything less than everything, nor shall I have less than your everything." White teeth against navy lips flashed like a dragon's promise. "No matter how deep into your Dream we must go. No matter how deep into your soul I must take you."

Noble gave her everything willingly, and Luna gave her a new life, baptized in pleasure and crowned by the love of goddess and worshipper.

At long last, Noble had become one with her Cause.