The Gift of Growth

Mist Melody strolled through the Lunar Guard barracks nude, her buff, beautiful body bouncing the whole way down the hall.

Her stride was cool and confident; no prank or dare was involved with this. Indeed, though most ponies she passed by gave her an appreciative wandering eye, no one looked shocked or insulted by having to see her bare mons or her generous ass or her immense, swaying Q-cup breasts. Though the latter forced a couple of hyper ponies to hug the opposite wall as she passed by to avoid colliding with one arm-filling tit.

Life under the Moon’s command was simply, by royal policy, clothing-free.

There were no strict rules regarding fraternization, either. Even as Mist walked down the hall, every so often she could hear lovers of every gender, size, and partnership vigorously fucking in one of the adjacent rooms – or as the saying went, ‘worshiping the Moon’s pull.’ She smirked at hearing a favored toy get wrestled into submission, and though her loins tingled at the idea of going in there and showing whoever thought they were on ‘top’ who was really boss, Mist was on a mission.

Mist reached the end of the hall, climbed a staircase, and soon found herself before a set of double-doors leading into a grand office. She did not open the doors, and instead waited patiently with her hands behind her back. It didn’t take her keen bat-like ears to detect that somepony was already meeting with the mare in charge.

The left door opened, and out stumbled a muscular but normal-sized thestral stallion. His gait was wobbly and his faintly glowing, slit-pupiled eyes were a little bit glazed over. He barely nodded in acknowledgement of Mist Melody at all before marching robotically past her.

Mist just grinned toothily and rolled her eyes. She didn’t recognize him, so he was probably new, and new to meeting with the Princess in her… natural state.

“If you have made done with hubris,” came a booming, regal voice from beyond the doors, “then enter my presence with purpose, Mist Melody.”

She suppressed a chuckle at getting pegged from the next room over. Nevertheless, before heading inside, she took a moment to swallow and steel herself. Sure, she had been doing this for almost six years now, and it was funny to make fun of the newbies for getting bowled over, but the truth was that meeting a Goddess was something you were never meant to get used to, and she was no exception.

Mist Melody entered, and was immediately awash in the awe-inspiring and intensely arousing presence of Princess Luna (High Warmistress of All Equestria, the Great Mother, the Unbound Moon, Goddess of Dreams and Illusions and the Night, etc. etc.).

There were plenty of logical, somewhat-documented reasons why basking in the aura of an alicorn was so affecting, and Mist Melody reminded herself of them even as said aura worked to disarm her skepticism and inflame her passion.

The first reason was that the alicorns were quite unmistakably divine. They were Goddesses, avatars of the virtues that ponykind held dear. To stand in an alicorn’s presence was to witness an ageless champion of all Epona, ascended by the very concepts they represented, and it was impossible to see them in person without at least a little stirring in one’s soul.

The second reason was that they were very magical. Sounded obvious when you put it like that, but there was more to it. Alicorns were brimming with power. Even if they suppressed their presence (which they often had to do just to function in public society without creating spontaneous cults left and right), the sheer potential of their power was impossible to ignore. Their bodies were enchanted with all kinds of powerful magicks, big and small, passive and active, and even if it hadn’t been all terribly impressive, the most magic-insensitive office worker would still be able to feel the power radiating off them.

And the third reason, the biggest reason, was... well, everything physical about the alicorns. Strength and beauty went hand-in-hand in Epona, and though hard-working hypers like Mist Melody were blessed with imposing muscles and generous endowments, alicorns were orders of magnitude greater.

It was impossible to look at Luna and not start reciting numbers and measurements in your head, comparing yourself to her. The messy mane on Mist Melody’s head reached just above 7’10”, fairly tall for a hyper, but Luna’s full insane height was 9’4” – 30 inches of difference for someone who wasn’t used to looking UP at much of anything. The top of Mist’s head could maybe reach Luna’s massive shoulders, but that just put her in perfect range to be all but smothered from the waist up in the Goddess’s gravity-defying Z-cup breasts, with only Mist’s ears and her short, unkempt mane poking out from the cleavage. An enticing scenario, to be sure – almost as enticing as being penetrated by those immense nipples, bigger than even a hyper pony’s cock when they were completely turgid.

Then there were the muscles. It was almost impossible to realize your first time, because there was so much and so big, but the fact was that the largest and most powerful alicorns were just fucking broad as hell. Broad as brick houses. Broad as almost three Mist Melodies standing side by side, and every inch was packed with impossibly strong, impossibly dense, impossibly huge muscularity. These were ponies who you could believe could move mountains, magic or not. In comparison, the most that Mist could move with her buff body was a couple hundred pounds.

Oh, and what was Luna doing with her nude alicorn body to really accentuate her divinity, her magic, and her enormous physicality? What position was she assuming to drive home how naturally dominant she was over all her subjects?

She was lounging on the couch at one side of the room, reading a book and eating snacks. Her horn was alit with magic, guiding a pen in the jotting down of reports over on the office’s central desk, but that was the only sign of professionalism she was showing at the moment. Yet her commanding alicorn presence made its best effort to unwind Mist Melody’s sanity regardless.

Luna didn’t need to do anything to inspire awe and lust, as the second-greatest alicorn (and only by a small margin, that) in all of Equestria. All she had to do was be.

But Mist was no fresh-faced, slack-jawed rookie. Sure, her heartbeat was quickening, her fat nips were rock-hard, and the cleft between her legs was threatening to catch fire with all that heat, but Mist was experienced enough to let it roll over her. She didn’t need to prostrate herself before this goddess, nor beg for mercy or pleasure.

Mist simply took a knee before her, bowing her head. Not out of worship, but out of professional respect. “Your Majesty,” she said.

With the noble tone of a Goddess-Princess who sounded supremely bored, and without even raising her eyes from her book, Luna let out a sigh and muttered, “Report.”

“Yes, Your Highness. I briefed Winter Wind and Comet Crush about the psychological profiles of all my wards, and completed delegation of my personal guardian duties to them. Then I patrolled the dreamscape of the greater Canterlot area for the remainder of my shift. I only had one encounter – one Baku and one Greater Fiend, and dispatched both.”

Luna’s eyes widened, and she finally looked up from her text and over at the kneeling hyper thestral. “A Greater Fiend? So simply, my dear Watchmare? Thus, and nothing of consequence else?”

Mist was aware that that was no small feat, but she was still ‘on the clock.’ “...The details will be in the written report, my Goddess–”

“You must tell me!” Luna declared with a grin. She sat up on the couch, crossing her perfect legs – her thighs wide enough for two normal ponies to be seated upon, each – and set her book aside. “Was the battle most glorious? Did you honor your Warmistress well in holy combat?”

The thestral hesitated for a moment, then said, “It will be much easier to tell you when I’m not kneeling, Your Highness.”

“Ah, of course. Ahem. Mist Melody, Dream Warden and–”

“Actually, my Mistress, if I could make one last professional request,” Mist said quickly. “At some point during my sabbatical, I would like to… dive into the Akashic Record.”

Luna’s eyes went even wider in surprise. “That is no small thing for thee to ask for, child…” she said gravely, slipping a little into archaic speech as she was occasionally wont to do. “Art thou then prepared according to such a journey's need, then?”

“Not yet,” Mist admitted. “It will depend on how my project goes.”

The Princess ‘ahh’d in understanding. “In that case… Thy mistressy of dreamwalking is sufficient to the task, and thou'rt well apprised of such precautions and procedures as are required. I grant thee this boon. Is that all thy needs?”

“As far as professional requests go – yes, Your Majesty.”

“Very well. Mist Melody, Dream Warden and Knight-Lieutenant of the Lunar Guard, I bestow upon thee sabbatical until the beginning of the fourth working week from today. Of this duty, then, thou art dismissed.”

Finally, Mist thought. She got up and stretched, her muscles flexing and tensing as she worked out the kinks from a long night of work. Princess Luna yawned and stretched also, though it was a lot more dramatic when she did it. Biceps bulged bigger than Mist’s entire head, and millennia of evolutionary instinct screamed at Mist to cower in awe and lavish praise upon them for the rest of the night. But Mist exercised self-control, outwardly cool and collected. There will be plenty of time for that later, if my Goddess wishes it. And if not tonight, then there will always be another night.

Still, her inner thighs must have twitched or something, because the subtle signs of Mist’s attraction did not escape Luna’s eye. Smirking, the Princess kept flexing and said, “I have a sneaking suspicion of what your next personal request might be…”

Rolling her shoulders, Mist Melody grinned – baring her cute little fangs – and said, “Didn’t you wanna hear about the Greater Fiend, though?”

“Absolutely!” Luna agreed. “But yours was the last report of the night, so, mmm…” The immortal Goddess uncrossed her legs and let them spread ever so slightly. “...I hope you don’t mind if your Princess… unwinds.”

A wave of powerful, intoxicating arousal slammed into Mist’s nervous system like… well, like an alicorn in a wrestling match. (Trains had nothing on that.) And it was all due to the scent of Luna’s unceasing arousal, which the Princess was now allowing to spread from between her legs and waft around the entire room. And Mist… Mist loved that scent, those pheromones, perhaps somewhat unhealthily. It was her weakness.

She’s really going fast tonight, Mist noted to herself. I guess she’s already got some ponies ‘in orbit.’ Darn. Probably won’t mind me joining in, though, and Generosity knows she can send a half-dozen ponies to a Dream of pleasure as easily as one.

Outwardly, Mist acted as though Luna’s addictive scent was little more than a minor distraction, keeping up her own smirk and shrugging her shoulders. “Anyway… So, the Greater Fiend and the Baku. It was actually the Baku I discovered first, in the dream of a little filly in the Noble Quarter.” Mist frowned as she remembered the diminutive elephant-ox-tiger chimera. “It was eating up a recurring nightmare she’d been having, but I intervened once the Baku started to eat her hopes and desires as well.”

Luna’s face scrunched up in thought. “Shame. Baku aren’t always the predatory type. But most strange that it was the Baku you found first, and not the Greater Fiend. They aren’t exactly known for their stealth, as dream-monsters go.”

“I have a feeling the Baku had something to do with that. As soon as I apprehended the Baku, it offered up the Fiend as a bargain, uncloaking it and even revealing the core essence to me. I saw no reason not to take the advantage, and ended it in two strikes.”

“Aww, so no glorious battle, then. ...Wait, do not tell me you left the filly unattended!”

Mist grinned and flexed her leathery wings, which briefly glowed with pinkish-purple magical power, along with her eyes. “Of course not. I quartered the filly away in a protected dream-bubble while the Baku was pleading for its life, but set up an illusion where she had been. While I was off facing the Greater Fiend, the Baku made a break for the filly… or what it thought was the filly.”

“Baku are usually more intelligent than that,” Luna noted.

“It was probably gonna eat up whatever it could before I came back, so it was in a hurry. But the trap went off, revealing the Baku’s core essence, and I dispatched it in just one strike.” Mist folded her arms under her breasts a little proudly. “Then I comforted the filly for the rest of my shift. Her parents are having marital troubles, and she was hurt and confused, partially blaming herself for their anger. I did what I could to reassure her, but… that’s rough stuff. I at least guaranteed her that she wouldn’t have those nightmares for a while.”

Luna raised a massive hand to her chin. “Guilt… That is very attractive to a Fiend. You don’t suppose…?”

“Oh, I’m pretty certain the two of them had a whole racket going. The Greater Fiend finds the target and stokes the nightmares, the Baku offers to take them away and maybe a little extra. They both get fed, the Fiend gets a cloak, and the Baku gets some muscle. Though it couldn’t have been a strong bond, since the Baku sold its partner out immediately.”

“If that’s true, then this ‘racket’ could have been going on for some time. That is troubling. A shame you did not capture and question them… but as you said, one of them was a Greater Fiend, and they were terrorizing a little filly, so I do not fault you for taking decisive action.”

Mist held up a finger. “I did capture their leftover psychic essences and had them sent off for crystallization.” She shrugged and added, “Maybe while I’m on vacation, somepony can open up a case file and dig through those essences. There might be a string of kids out there whose parents are wondering why their child’s completely lost their passion and drive to do, well, anything.”

A warm, broad smile grew on Luna’s muzzle that made Mist weak in the knees. “A marvelous night’s work, my little Melody.”

Direct praise from an unrestrained Goddess was something ponies were practically programmed to fall apart over, but Mist did her best not to melt and merely shrugged in response. “Just doing my job, Princess.”

The smile morphed into a knowing grin as Luna reclined further into the couch, making it creak under her incredible weight, and spread her legs another inch wider. “Still… after a hard working week, and before you embark on this ‘project’ of yours… I have no doubt there’s one thing you’d like most.”

Mist tried to hide her nervous gulp. With Luna turning up the charm, resisting her was about to get way more difficult. It was tough enough with the Princess of the Night just lounging around, hanging out casually with an off-duty guard. Now she was starting to assert herself as Mistress once again. On top of that, her unmistakable scent had permeated the entire room. She wouldn’t have been surprised if it was starting to seep through the wood and affect the rutting couples on the ground floor.

“Mmm…” the powerful, sexy Goddess hummed pleasurably as she teasingly rubbed her inner thighs for Mist’s benefit, her hands straying closer and closer to her barely hidden treasure every time. “I’m afraid… you’ll have to share a bit. Three of your fellow guards have also requested some ‘personal time’ this night.”

I knew it. “Eh, I don’t mind,” Mist said as casually as she could, even as sweat began to form on her brow. “Just a little bit of you is mindblowing enough; we all know that.”

“Indeed; the last two had no objections either.” Luna’s grin widened further as she spread her legs far enough apart that her tree-trunk thighs no longer obscured her soft, plump lower lips. Though darkened under the shadow of her gravity-defying Z-cup bust, the patch of ethereal starlight hair on her mons glittered, the light reflecting off every drop of slickening arousal seeping from that feminine portal, which Mist’s keen eyes zeroed-in on at the expense of remembering where she even was anymore. “Both of the stallions before you requested penetration by nipple, once they’ve earned it. The mare before them wanted a good fisting to send her into dreamland. I wonder if your eyes have already told me your request?”

Mist snapped herself out of her ocular worship and straightened her posture, physically rooting herself to focus her mind. Still smirking a little, she said, “It’s not so much a request as an inevitability, if we’re being real here.”

“Don’t be so sure,” Luna playfully bantered back. “What kind of good, responsible top would I be if I didn’t manage my little subbies’ expectations?”

Just the thought of not getting to lick Luna’s pussy and breathe in her musk gave Mist the fleeting desire to cave in and beg for the Goddess’s divine blessing. But the fire in Mist’s spirit was far from gone yet, even under this assault on all her senses. “Eh, you’re the boss. If all you want is… to make me do a little pole-dance in the corner or somethin’ while you play with everyone else, I guess I’m down for that. I’m sure you’ll find a way to… make it spectacular.”

At this point, Luna had to quirk an eyebrow at Mist’s casual replies. Most of the Lunar Guard would have been reduced to gibbering worshippers by now. Even the members of her closely guarded elite harem, the ones who were dedicated to her greatest secrets and her intimate needs, wouldn’t try to brush off getting some playtime with the Princess.

“If you must then be like that…” Luna muttered, and with some effort stood up from the couch.

The High Warmistress standing at her full height, putting her whole body on display, added yet more layers of temptation to Mist’s already struggling libido. The strongest desire of all, alongside cowering in awe and rubbing herself against every bulging muscle like a bitch in heat, was the want to be held tightly against that massive, curvy body – to be embraced and protected by the Great Mother. It was all Mist could do to stand still, maintain eye contact, and keep up her lazy smirk… instead of throwing herself at the Goddess’s feet and drooling over each toe.

Despite this open-faced challenge to her natural dominance, Luna smiled again. “Such strength of will. No wonder I’ve heard there are few other guards that can ‘top’ you, even among my thestrals.”

Mist shrugged again, and it felt like there was a huge rock weighing down each shoulder. “I have my preference,” she croaked out.

“Indeed…” Luna took a step forward, and one of her hands reached down to the holy gate between her legs. Two massive fingers spread the lips apart, baring her gash to the ‘merely’ hyper mare. A blast of pheromones hit like a sucker-punch, and Mist could’ve sworn that she’d gone briefly blind. “Would that preference,” Luna went on, “be between my legs, huffing my musk until you plummet into subspace, little more than a puppet dancing on my strings?”

As long as those strings are made of femcum bridging my muzzle and your glorious pussy, Mist dreamed.

“What would your peers think,” Luna teased, “if they walked in here and saw you, fully ‘switched,’ your delectable ass waving in the air, tail flagged as you mindlessly pleasured me?”

Mist somehow found enough saliva to swallow. “They’d… think ‘it must be Thursday.’”

The Princess burst into laughter – Goddesses, even her giggles felt like a blessing from heaven to Mist’s stupefied ears. When Luna calmed down a few moments later, the alicorn gazed upon her sub with a proud smile. She started to circle the stiffened hyper, the side of her massive breast brushing against Mist’s shoulder – and it took all of her strength to stay still and not get bowled over, and all of her willpower to not immediately turn her head and start licking at the expanse of creamy sideboob.

“How do you manage it?” the Princess asked. Her horn lit up, and Mist gasped. She could feel ghostly phantom touches across her nipples, her inner thighs, and her round buttocks. “That particular blend of devotion, trust, submission, and patience that gives you the strength to stand, even awash in my scent.” As she rounded to Mist’s front, she added, “It’s rare to see.”

Mist couldn’t even manage an easy shrug, not with Luna standing so close that those titanic, steel-deflecting breasts were smooshing her own gray tits. Luna’s presence was overpowering; it was getting hard to think, or do anything other than stare into that vast indigo cleavage. “Maybe… Maybe I’m not that enchanted with you,” she said haltingly. “Maybe, unlike every-freaking-body else here, I didn’t grow up dreaming every night about serving you.”

Luna frowned a bit. “That you most certainly did not.” She put a single thick finger under Mist’s chin and raised the hyper’s gaze up to meet her own. “But have I not earned that trust? Have I not proven over the last six years that I am worth your love, and that I always return that love?”

“You have, Princess,” Mist gasped out under the influence of Luna’s magic still playing with her most sensitive bits. “You have.”

“Good.”

Then, almost too fast for Mist to see, Luna reached down and pressed a single finger against the thestral’s lower lips. Mist choked back a moan – just a single one of the Goddess’s fingers had enough girth to pleasure her as any well-endowed normal pony’s cock, and to feel its power and strength pressing against her…!

“Then why do you keep up this… defiance?” Luna half-hissed into her ear, diving effortlessly back into the role of domineering Mistress. “Can you feel that? My loyal mares would have come at least once, and yet you are barely wetter than a single melting icicle! Why?!”

Luna’s barking demand crashed into Mist’s system and caused chaos. The Princess was right – play or not, she should have succumbed to pleasure by now, especially now that she was being actively seduced. She’d never lasted this long before, at least since she’d become a loyal Knight-Lieutenant. Everything was screaming at her to give in and let Luna’s dream of pleasure take its course… and yet she couldn’t. Some fire in her heart was desperate to be seen and recognized, and it only burned brighter and stronger. But Mist hadn’t the faintest idea what it was. “I… I don’t know, My Lady.”

“Hmph.” Luna’s other arm wrapped around Mist Melody’s back and pulled her against Luna’s body, burying the thestral’s upper half in acres of impossibly smooth Z-cup titflesh. Her stimulating magic didn’t let up, and Luna even went so far as to penetrate Mist’s pussy with her finger, up to the first knuckle. “Playing hard to get, are we?” Luna taunted, still playing her role. “Making me spend extra time with you? There are three other ponies wanting my attention too. You mean to hog me all to yourself?”

“N-No, Mistress…” Mist Melody gasped out. She was on the verge, barely able to form a coherent independent thought other than holding out as long as she could. And even that was breaking down, for she was utterly enveloped in the Great Mother, breathing the feminine scent emanating from the cleavage she was now up to her cheeks within. She took a great big whiff, and a dopey smile spread across her muzzle.

“W-What the–!” Luna sputtered, and it was hard to tell if her offense was part of the act or genuine. “Breathing so deeply of me and not so much as cumming…! How dare you disrespect your Goddess this way?! I can make an entire enemy squad cum in sync with a single flex of my mighty pectorals, and yet you enjoy the banquet of my body without returning the slightest tribute...? You are stealing the precious fruit of my glands’ labors! I could have you tried for this! I could court-martial you for this heinous crime!”

Mist just giggled like an idiot at her silly speech, beyond rational words at this point. She nuzzled into the top of one enormous boob. Her golden eyes began to glaze over from the stimulation.

Princess Luna Selene Solutae (High Warmistress of All Equestria, the Great Mother, the Unbound Moon, Goddess of Dreams and Illusions and the Night, etc. etc.) quickly lost her rage and instead became rather concerned for her guard. “All fun and games aside, Melody… Art thou hale? This is… becoming psychologically dangerous. A valiant effort, but thou knowest as well as I that no mortal can hold out forever. Please, Melody, just drop. It’s okay. Thou hast proven thy–”

The next words stopped and formed a lump in the Princess’s throat – a rare moment of shock for one who had commanded armies across millennia. Her eyes began to moisten in front of her sub – even rarer still. She ceased all of her active stimulation.

“Is… this, then, your signal of a grander climax?” the Goddess of the Night asked, her voice faintly trembling with emotion. “Do you tell your Goddess that your heart has grown strong and your will true?”

Mist could barely think of anything besides the pleasure she was denying herself, but something deep within her resonated. Maybe it hadn’t been her conscious desire when she walked in the room, but this was exactly what her subconscious wanted. She barely managed a nod.

Two stray tears flowed openly down Luna’s chiseled cheeks, and she hugged the thestral mare tighter. “Oh, Melody…! My sweet, baby Melody…”

The Princess’s horn glowed with an intensely bright light, and suddenly they were gone entirely from the Lunar Guard barracks. A second later, they reappeared in Luna’s bedchambers. The Princess tumbled back until she was seated at the edge of her giant mattress, and all Mist could do was hang on, kept upright only by the strength of Luna’s tits.

“The other three guards will have to wait,” Luna declared, sniffling and regaining her composure. “This night will be all about you.”

Mist panicked a little. Far be it from her to selfishly hog her Goddess’s attention and deny three other loyal subjects! “I– I don’t mind! I–”

“NONE OF THAT!” Luna barked, just barely avoiding use of the Royal Canterlot Voice, and Mist fell silent. Then the Princess kissed the thestral’s forehead. “You have moved your Mistress, more strongly than the praises of a thousand sycophants. I would be a disgrace to all of Goddesshood if I did not reward this act of worship.”

The Princess kissed her again, this time on the lips, and Mist Melody swooned like a maiden in a cheesy romance novel.

“I will ravish you, Mist Melody. I will send you to the sweetest Dreams of pleasure again and again, and keep you there until long after the sun rises. And if this ‘project’ of yours does not produce a most perfect mate for my sweet little Melody… then when you return, just say the word and I will collar you myself.”

No mere platitude, that. Nopony joined the ranks of Luna’s personal servants; they were chosen. Rumors swirled regarding increased longevity, phenomenal power, and pleasure beyond even a teenage hyper’s wildest dreams. To be even considered for the collar of shadows was an incredible honor. To be given the choice was a dream made reality.

But even in her wildly overstimulated state, Mist Melody knew that she was in no position to make such a commitment, if only because her reply would only contain the words ‘Yes yes Goddess yes more yes!’ So she just nodded her head once more, not trusting her own mouth.

“Then let us begin,” Luna said. She placed a hand on Mist’s head and gently, restraining might that could break through stone and steel down into a comforting pressure, pushed Mist down to a kneeling position. “Let yourself sink, Melody. Let yourself Dream.”

When those perfect thighs closed around her head and her tongue finally tasted the Princess of the Night’s sweet nectar, Mist Melody – her Loyalty proven – finally allowed herself to drop into blissful submission.