Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs

Twilight Sparkle had always been a favoured student of Princess Celestia's. Rather, her most favoured student, clutched most tightly to the royal bosom overflowing tight, ivory gowns.

From his parent's crib almost directly to Celestia's care, that was how quickly the bond between them had forged... As with all citizens of Canterlot, he had seen the Goddess's glorious visage from the safety of his home before he'd even been able to walk, a foal gazing on at pure radiance.

For most, that was the extent of their contact with Celestia... But fortune had thrown them together again and again. Twilight's magic had drawn the Goddess's attention before he could even elocute words such as "Princess" or "Goddess" or "Ruler", and their bond had only strengthened since then. Now there had been more years in his life full of the Blazing Unsurpassed than without, making her a permanent fixture of his life.

Celestia had taught Twilight a simple mnemonic one day over piano lessons: Every Good Boy Deserves Favour.

At the time, Twilight wholeheartedly latched onto the idea. Considering what Celestia had blessed him with, how generously she had provided for him... he must be a very, very good boy indeed. She not only drained her castle's treasuries to provide for him, she also spoiled him with the soothing sights of her magnanimous body. And in later years still, she provided for him sexually, allowing the little hero to suckle at her teat while her hand blurred between his thighs...

Back then, thinking about how well Celestia took care of him, and what a good boy he was, Twilight had redoubled his efforts to be the perfect gentleman for his mistress, a master of the ivories and the blacks that could make the keys sing out one beautiful note after another... He learned gentle touches that had startled Celestia and won her over, and in turn had been levelled against Sombra.

Yes, he thought, looking down at his hands. He had brought Sombra to bear. With Celestia's help, they had conquered the beast hunkering down in the Crystal Empire, the blight that could have blotted out civilization...

Now that same blight lurked in Celestia's bedchambers, waiting for Twilight's arrival. Despite her being there with his lover, Twilight didn't feel any more safe.

Luna gave him a brief pep talk, letting him know how to summon her if things got... hectic, and then the hour arrived for his appearance. For the good boy to receive his favour, even if it killed him.

Downing the rest of his wine, Twilight Sparkle set out for what might just be the greatest night of his life.

He approached Celestia's bedchambers and knocked. When he heard a polite, sing-song, "Come innn~!" on the other side, the tipsy unicorn gulped... and turned the handle.

Celestia's bedchambers were the most expansive and astounding in all the land. They had to be. They had been built to house an immortal Goddess when in heat, and to withstand the maximum force of her libido at its wildest.

Now two such beings dwelled here... Would it survive?

Her bedchambers were also the most intimidating in the kingdom, and no matter how many times Twilight meandered his way towards silken bedsheets, he still felt a sensation of being a lilliputian in a giant's world. And goodness did the two giantesses seated on the bed convey that thought further! Twilight removed his slippers, and moved to the bed.

Two of them. Two supreme beings, around which the world turned, with bodies ripped straight from fantasy. Every curve was dangerous, from their high, proud breasts that wobbled as youthfully as they had thousands of years ago, to waspish waists that fountained out two sets of hindquarters that had both literally birthed nations.

Celestia and Sombra. Sombra and Celestia. On the bed, waiting for Twilight. His brain shorted out comprehending the magnitude of it.

Just one of this pair would have lasted a stallion a lifetime. There was more nuance, subtlety and spirit in Celestia's small toe than a dozen High Court courtesans. Poets could, and had, compose sonnets about the baleful might of Sombra's glare, or the strength with which she held her sword.

Feeling either's touch, whether fingertips trailing down your chest, or a palm cradling your face... It was more than any pony could possibly ever deserve. You might as well have told Twilight two Libraries of Alexandria had been unearthed at the same time. Just one such archive of knowledge would contain more books than a pony could ever reasonably read in their lifetime, so why not just dump two on him? It would have made as much sense as the lavish scenario before him!

The bottom fell out of his stomach. He lurched forwards, stumbling, as they rose to greet him... and then his stomach did another flip when he spied their garb.

The girls had saw fit to adorn their regal forms with a pair of matching white robes with long sleeves. They reminded Twilight of bridal gowns in their uniformity... which meant Celestia looked perfectly at home, smiling the smile of a doting wife greeting her husband, while Sombra blushed enough for both of them. The rosy hue on Celestia's cheeks was reflected by a storm of embarrassment being put up by the Warlord. Sombra must find the garment to be horrendous, and not just because it concealed the definition of her chiseled abdominals.

With a closer inspection, Twilight comprehended Sombra’s shyness a little more clearly. The flawlessly-stitched robes were made of gauzy silks so thin that rosy-hued flesh easily hinted itself underneath. Where the material was stretched thinnest, across those mind-blowing twin cow-racks of theirs, the material turned flesh-coloured... he couldn't just see the outline of their large, plump nipples in the fabric, but the juicy colours as well.

More to the point, but robes were held in place solely by sashes tied about their middles. A single tug from Twilight would expose absolutely everything a woman could give to a man... if the pair had been wearing underwear, it would have shown through the thin gowns immediately.

Twilight gulped. Beneath those flimsy robes, Celestia and Sombra were naked as the day they were born.

Simultaneously as ladylike as could be, but pornographic to the point of depravity. And a far cry from Sombra's battle-armour and cape!

(Unbeknownst to Twilight, Celestia had pushed for pasties, only to be firmly denied by Sombra. The curvaceous queen of evil already felt more than enough like a mere servant to be yanked about.)

The girls came closer, and in what looked like a practised gesture, Celestia laced her fingers in Sombra's, pushing their busts together, faces just a few inches apart. While it pronounced the difference between smile and pout more than ever, their bodies both looked equally united in pleasuring him...

Good and Evil sandwiched their chests together, squeezing plump melons and tightening their hand-hold, and they did it for Twilight's approval.

This close up, he could see one final detail of their otherwise dangerously-underdressed state: both girls wore a pink collar about their necks, fastened with a heart-shaped lock. Even with their respective crowns still proudly on their heads, the message was clear: tonight they were his slaves.

Two slaves. Both of them were his slaves. The thought repeated over and over in his hot little head until it felt like it was bouncing off the sides of his brain.

Twilight finally mustered up the nerve to speak:

“H - hello Celestia. Sombra.” he said politely, taking a few further steps.

“Hello, Twilight,” huffed Sombra. Her voice sounded vaguely choked with some emotion he couldn’t quite pin down... He couldn’t tell if she still despised him for his trickery, or admired him for it.

Still, he had nothing to fear. Not with Celestia so close at hand.

But the way she stared on at him, assessing him even now, continued to bother the little hero. It might have continued for some time, if not for the Sun breaking their gaze with a polite cough.

Celestia seemed to be thinking something over, recalling an earlier prepared statement. On cue, Sombra cringed away a little bit.

Celestia smiled with all the radiance of the sun.

“Dearest Twilight Sparkle... If the sight before you has left you speechless, we understand... Burn it into your mind. Embrace it."

Sombra flushed hotly beside her. "Dearest... Twilight Sparkle... If... If... Nnh... Embrace..." Her will to follow along flagged, her attempt colliding with her shame right out of the gate. Celestia, on the other hand, simply carried on:

"You are wonderful. You are the smartest, wisest pony in all of Equestria... You saved us all, and defeated a tyrant."

Sombra averted her eyes, staring at the floor. She seemed focused on trying to mimic Celestia more than anything else. "Wonderful... Smartest... D... Rrrghhh... Defeated..."

Twilight flushed bright-red in the face. He could see how this was meant to go, how Celestia had prepared Sombra's lines for her. But whereas Celestia was one to soak herself in humiliation like a fine milk bath, to Sombra it still must seem an acquired taste.

Celestia plowed on ahead, gaining fervour. She looked like delivering her own submissive speech was arousing her, smile and eyes both widening. She seized Sombra's jaw and tilted the other mare's face back up.

"You're the hero! The best! The big boy who tamed even Queen Sombra! You're the only one fit to be called Master by us! Master!"

Sombra turned red again, face scrunched up and mouth quavering. "Kkhh..." She looked like she might start shooting steam out of her ears.

Celestia threw her colossal frame into Sombra's, fully squishing those head-crushing breasts together, shifting so much weight the nightstand over ten feet away almost toppled. "Mmmmmm! Now this is where the fun really begins! This is where the hero gets his just desserts at the end of the journey, and the heroines make him cum and spurt! ♥"

Celestia pushed her face against Sombra's, grinning ear to ear while the evil Queen's eyebrows shot all the way up. "Now you can satisfy our overwhelming need for your cock!"

Eventually, it was too much for poor Sombra. With a great, earth-shaking roar, she flung Celestia away, and steadied her feet under herself. Her flaming eyes burned brighter than ever, blowing over into a slather of superheated ichor. "Rrrrrrghhhh!"

"Enough! Such foolish vows!"

She clearly hadn't embraced her role in this to the same degree the perverted lunatic beside her had... at least, not quite yet, anyway!

Celestia had been pushed back onto the bed, where she now sat, leaving Sombra between herself and Twilight. Rather than looking upset, she smiled as Sombra continued:

"This may be the Sun's way of doing things, but it is far from mine! The things you wish for me to say are... like the wedding vows of a naive filly, not fit for ones as ancient as we!"

Celestia kicked a leg, stretching out the bare skin beneath her robe. She grinned like an imp, sticking her tongue out. "Phooey~"

Sombra's chest heaved with all the weight and power of a goddess as she grandly thrust a finger towards Twilight. He eeped, recoiling, expecting a thunderbolt and wishing for somewhere to hide... but only receiving more scorn. "Behold the one you call "Master!" Little more than an insect before either of our mights... A speck barely away from his mother's womb."

For the first time since Twilight had seen her again, Sombra seemed totally in command of the situation. She burned with fury as she stomped this way and that. "Scrawny! Insignificant! Handsome or not, horse-hung or not, it means nothing... These things do not entitle him to thrust into the Crystal Queen as he pleases... No, he is hers to take!"

She leered closer to Twilight, eyes sparkling. "Do you understand my words, little colt? We only went along with Celestia's vows, gritting our teeth all the while, so that the second they were concluded, we could have you to ourselves again, mounting you, riding you... I am the mistress here!"

Celestia gasped, then leaned forward, watching the soap opera unfolding before her intently. Twilight wanted to scold her for abandoning him to this dick-maniac so readily.

"The only thing your beauty and sexual prowess entitle you to," continued Sombra, "is a place under Sombra's might! Pleasuring the world's greatest evil as she sees fit! Her nethers glued to your shaft, screwing night and day, until your very spirit fades from exhaustion! Fear the situation you find yourself in, little runt of a pony! Fear it!"

Celestia coughed again, idly kicking her legs on the bed. "Ahh... Sombra? Might I interject?"

Sombra sneered. "What is it?"

"Mm, I am very sorry to interrupt... Especially when you're being so... passionate... with your lover... But I do believe our little chat earlier is more than relevant now..."

Sombra scoffed, drawing herself up to her full height. "You mean that as the loser of our contest, I would obey your orders? Hmph."

She folded her arms, turning away from Twilight as she directed a withering gaze at Celestia. Suddenly having the tremendous shelf of the warlord's rear end in his face almost nearly bowled Twilight over. "So that's it... You seek to force me to continue being a little piece in your play, mm? If I don't follow your script, you won't let me have him, is that it?"

But Celestia shook her head. "No, no, no. You have played nice, so I wouldn't think to deny you Twilight... Although I would prefer if you did leave him in one piece, ahaha. Rather... Our other conversation."

Sombra faltered. "... Oh."

Celestia steepled her fingers, carrying on ahead. "Yes, yes, that's the one! About your... feelings for Twilight. Feelings you're more than demonstrating now with these outbursts, if I do say so myself."

The exceptionally voluptuous ruler came and stood before Sombra, then wove behind her. Celestia pushed into Sombra from behind, her nose somewhere around the other mare's nape. The fabric of their white robes crushed gently as Celestia pushed deeper into venomous overlord. "Those things you said about Twilight... That he's puny... Beneath your notice... Insignificant, even..."

Sombra looked wary, body still as stiff as a cat that had smelled danger, but it faded. Little by little, she relaxed under the caresses of those hands roving over her well-proportioned form. When Celestia unexpectedly thrust a hand down the open throat of her gown and seized a breast, Sombra shuddered. "I see those things in him as well, you know... Destroying the boy in an instant, well... It's certainly not beyond me, but still..."

"I've lived for even longer than you have, Sombra. And the risk of giving myself up to Twilight, denying myself even my simplest powers and giving that cock-wielding runt, excuse me, Twilight~, total control over me... Those made for unforgettable experiences... Mm? Do you understand?"

Sombra shuddered, her will almost fully surrendered now. Not to Twilight - not yet, anyway - but to the velvety seductress pressing into her from behind.

Twilight looked up in awe at Celestia... If he'd ever had any doubts that his girlfriend absolutely had his best intentions at heart, then the effort she went to "prepping" Sombra for him put paid to that. She might as well have taken the dictator out for dinner and a movie at this point, with all the effort she'd put in to get them both into bed together.

"And I know you felt the same way when Twilight, ah, did what he did to you, we'll say... Isn't that why you're back here again? To experience the same rush... all over again?"

Sombra nodded weakly, her fiery spirit faded. For the moment at least. Perhaps later, or sooner, she'd soundly regret her acceptance of Celestia's nearly-hypnotic words... but at the moment she had completely bought into the compelling tapestry the Goddess wove. "Nnnh..."

"Now... Does the big, evil villainess want the little hero to spurt a lot of cum in her pussy?" asked Celestia in a sugary-sweet voice.

"Hhhhh... Yes..." moaned Sombra, legs almost gone out from under her now.

"Then let's get you on the bed," she cooed.

Without a word, Celestia turned and stepped backwards, beckoning Sombra to follow her. Now, after everything that had been said, Sombra’s eyes smoldered with an unfamiliar light as she sat down, laying back and fanning her arms out across the sheets. Her long, large sleeves stretched out, draping across the hills and indentations formed in the comforter.

“Twilight,” ordered Celestia, a steel tone in his submissive’s voice that brooked no argument, “Come. I have prepared Sombra for you.”

It came as little surprise to him. At the end of the day, the mare who called herself his pet was still the ruler of Equestria. Social situations like this were her forte. But the authoritarian smiled as she seemed to remember herself right after: “If Master would be so pleased to do so, that is.”

“Aha,” he laughed. “Yes. I think I would, Celestia.”

Twilight stepped forwards, past the titanic, rainbow-haired beauty who had done so much for him, and knelt on the bed.

“Uhh…” he mumbled, turning his eyes towards Sombra. He laid a hand on her thigh, and the villainess shuddered. She shuddered, then slowly formed the words that had been on the tip of her tongue for some time:

“Please... Allow Queen Sombra to service you... Master...” she murmured, and Celestia and Twilight both beamed brightly in a way that made her almost instantly regret it. Able to tell things could only get more perverted from here, Sombra considered one final time to simply escape... and then put the thought to rest. She’d wanted this, they’d generously provided it to her even after she’d lost their bet... and now she was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

Twilight climbed on top of Sombra. Burning under his gaze, heart racing, Sombra opened her robe, giving the brat exactly what he wanted. Her large, black breasts spilled out, begging to be touched.

Twilight gulped. His heart thumped so loudly the girls probably heard it. A thousand thoughts darted through his big fat brain, most of them about what to do with the dark beauty before him.

Instinct beckoned for him to grasp her tremendous chest, to mercilessly sink his dainty fingers into her godly rack. Reason sought to go up, kissing her, loving her... ensuring she enjoyed her time with him as much as possible.

But reason had lost for the moment: Twilight firmly planted his face between the plump curves of Sombra’s indomitable breasts, burrowing between them like a little marmot about to hibernate.

He groaned and huffed from within her depths, drooling over her feminine scent and encircling as much titflesh as his arms could hold. Sombra let out a soft moan as he pleasured himself with her body, drool forming at the corner of her mouth as Twilight forced his pent-up erection against her. He was even bigger than she remembered.“Mmph… Yes, feel their might! Let your fingers explore the breasts of a true ruler,” roared the tyrant. Her strong hands inevitably found their way to Twilight’s body, cupping more of him than felt reasonable. The size difference between her and the half-pint grinding away on top of her was so large she could cradle the back of his head with one hand and encircle his whole ass and thighs with the other.

“My… Master.” she added, the words nothing more than a mere whisper.

Sombra squeezed Twilight’s bubbly behind, and while he released a girly gasp, he didn’t let up in his tit-fondling antics. Instead of just circling around her colossal knockers, he moved inwards, trailing over the endless expanses encountered along the way. He thrust the wobbling mounds to and fro.

And, much to Sombra’s embarrassment, she liked it! Though feeling the humiliation of her situation, her icy heart thawed a few degrees when she caught a glimpse of Twilight’s eyes: so adorable, so full of passion, and so… utterly in love with her body. Clearly he hadn’t been able to live without her.

Yes. She liked that thought very much. Master he might be, but his need to conquer her stemmed from her lusciousness. She would have to draw him even deeper into her web...

The two lovers became so wrapped up in their intimacy that they seemed oblivious to Celestia altogether, even when she grinned down at them like the Cheshire Cat. For Celestia, the absolutely delicious sight of high and mighty Sombra submitting completely to her student tickled her sensibilities... and made all her hard work feel like more than rewarded. She wished she could preserve this sight for all eternity!

For Sombra, however, it felt like Twilight took an eternity getting to grips with her... He’d barely moved beyond her breasts. She knew the main event lay waiting between the monumental, muscular swells of her thighs... as far as this crass mare was concerned, foreplay be damned!

But even as she thought that... she did have to admit Twilight certainly knew his way around up there. Celestia hadn’t wasted her time at all teaching him all about handling a big pair of breasts, and he now put those teachings to good use, flicking and teasing the evil Queen’s breasts in ways that would bring an ordinary mare to her knees... and would do the same to Sombra in due time.

“Haah... Does this miniature stallion care for nothing but bosoms...?” Sombra grunted, wiping the sweat from her brow. The next time Twilight kiss-chewed one of her nubs, her deep, rumbling contralto echoed about the cozy bedroom. “You have provided sanctuary to a... a deviant, foolish Princess...”

Celestia clapped her hands together, peering at Sombra over the top of them. “Ohh... Is that so? But you’re making some awfully lewd expressions, aren’t you... dearest Sombra?” She’d have laughed if she thought she would have gotten away with it... maybe she would, in future. But for the moment, the ruler of Equestria simply watched, radiating overwhelming pride - and a lot of smugness - as her stud forcibly knocked Sombra down a peg or two."My, my, he's really done a number on you," purred Celestia, watching Sombra starting to crack under the strain. "Just look at you, Sombra... I never would have believed I'd see such consternation on the face of one of our world's bloodiest warlords... Ahaha~"

She knelt on the bed behind Twilight, casting the silhouette of a Callipygian ideal across the couple making love beneath her. While Twilight chewed and sucked Sombra's fat nipples, Celestia took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her lavish mane. "Having trouble handling him by yourself?"

Beneath that leering idol of perversion, Sombra grit her teeth, thrusting her fingers into Twilight's mane. It looked for a moment like she might crush him, but instead she held his face more firmly against her tits, inviting him to worship further. She snorted at Celestia, but her answer was less defiant than either of them would have expected. Rather than claiming to be knowledgeable such matters, she condemned the pair. "Of course I'm... "having trouble." A lifetime spent on the... hhh... battlefield means few opportunities for cavorting with courtesans and princelings... I'd never have thought to take your title of "Princess of Depravity"..."

Celestia clapped a hand to her cheek, looking genuinely surprised. "Ohoho... Is that what they call me? Mm, Twili, baby, give her another nibble, alright?" He obeyed, and Sombra's grit-teeth hissing started up once more. The bed creaked ominously as her great black bulk squirmed in a girlish manner ill-at-ease with her musculature.

"This again... I remind you, Princess, I came here to your wretched little kingdom for one purpose only... Have you forgotten the purpose of all this? Securing an heir for the Crystal Empire!"

She pounded her fist on the headboard, the bed shaking so violently Celestia had to steady herself with her hands! "How long! Do you two! Intend... to tease me...?"

"Ooh..." Celestia made an "O" with her mouth, eyebrows raising. "Wow... Someone's biological clock is ticking..."

"Silence!" roared Sombra, ignoring a guilty ache in the deepest parts of her womanhood. She felt it far past the meaty lips of her pussy... deep in her uterus.

Twilight tilted his head up to look at Sombra, obviously taken aback by her comment as well. Maybe he'd have asked if she really wanted his foals alone that badly, if she hadn't immediately taken him into a deep kiss. It was his turn to squirm now, little legs kicking, his own drool flowing down his chin. "Ahh... Ahh..."

Celestia laughed, and hunkered in low. She undid the sash of her gown like Sombra had, letting her full, fat breasts spill out, onto her chest, onto the bed, onto her partners. "Don't worry, Sombra, dear... That will all come in good time... In fact, I think I might be about due for another as well, come to think of it..."

She squeezed Twilight's shoulders with a smile. "How about it, baby? Want to see me and Sombra delivering your foals at the same time...?"

Sombra looked ready to snarl, clutching Twilight's head almost protectively this time, as if hoping to cover his ears! "Now I see... I see where he has learned such depravity from."

Celestia minced, wriggling her fingers. "Aha... Guilty as charged, I suppose..." She pushed in from the side, climbing back on top of Twilight, lowering her whole body.

"Anyway... If you're having so much trouble with him," she mocked, "Why don't I help you a little?"

Celestia pushed down on top of Twilight, firmly sandwiching him between herself and Sombra. Previously, he'd been able to rest his head on Sombra's dark breasts and suck to his heart's content, but now... Now Celestia placed her tits securely on top of Sombra, both mares nipple to nipple, and lecherously, lewdly... sank down on top of her fellow baby-hungry royal. Twilight rather rudely found his lips unsuckered from Sombra's nipple as Celestia forced him back.

And then, the next thing he knew, he was immersed in an ocean of titflesh, all a rich brown on top and a dark, primordial black on the top. Sombra protested almost right away, bellowing at Celestia to not put so much weight on her and her mate, but that just drew more belly-laughter from Celestia.

"Cease your foolishness! Damnable woman..." Sombra spat.

The wild bucking about from the ruler of the Crystal Empire brought Celestia great amusement. More to the point, the heaving and bouncing of their combined racks brought Twilight so very, very much arousal and pleasure! He bucked and shook as he felt his tremendous tool forcibly pushed against Sombra lap by Celestia’s powerful hips, just waiting to get inside the girls and push out one of those huge, thick loads they craved.

Sombra's body was more than ready for it. Her womb was completely ready to receive Twilight's seed, a gooey hot-shot made up of the strong and potent semen that would impregnate her... She practically begged for it with every flick of her eyes, every worming of her generous, childbearing hips. She'd never pick up another sword again if it meant she could feel the contents of his big, beefy bull-balls pouring where they'd do the most good, with pulling-out completely forbidden.

So when she felt Twilight's shaft bumping against her belly, she froze up straight away, wondering if this was her chance to get Twilight messing up her pussy... If, right this very moment, he were to accidentally slip in and kiss her cervix, it would be Celestia's fault... Much like how it would be her fault if Twilight immediately started going at her like a piston, smashing her cervix with his big, hard dick. The thought made her toes curl... Sombra could only hope he'd take to doing his job so eagerly!

But, as it turned out, all her sneaky plotting and scheming, and rubbing desperately back against Twilight was hardly necessary... Celestia wanted him up Sombra's cunt and attacking her eggs with his sperm as well... Maybe as much as Sombra did! So when she smelled Twilight's arousal, and saw the dumb "I want to cum!" look on his face all boys had right before they released goopy, gushing, steamy loads of semen anywhere and everywhere they could... she acted!

"There we are," she giggled, pushing her hips down against Twilight’s again, driving him down into Sombra and making him squeal like the stallion in heat he was. "Good boy..."

She moved her hips again, rubbing Twilight against Sombra more firmly, until his ultra-thick stallion semen leaked onto the Empress's taut, muscular belly. "Now... Is that any way to speak in front of Twilight? You should learn some manners, Sombra..."

"Ghhh... Ghhh..." Sombra had lost the will to form words. In her silence, she let her hands do the talking for her. She caught Celestia's rump in a double-fisted grip, and helped her rival pound their boytoy more firmly against her.

"That... is good..." she finally grunted.

There on the bed, in Celestia's royal chambers, Empress Sombra was prepped for her insemination. Perhaps once upon a time she'd have imagined her venturing into motherhood as an austere occasion... one where she held all the cards, and the process represented a union between two noble houses.

Instead, she found herself taking table scraps from a pair of perverts, invited into their bedroom because it amused them, and squirreling away her desired belly of cum as an afterthought to their debauched, embarrassing sex-games...

Much in a similar vein, she'd never fully imagined what the stallion she would be joined in matrimony would be like... but surely he would be composed, traditional, and a noble, prideful warrior with the strength of an ox.

Instead... she was under Twilight. A sissy. A wimp. A prancing, mincing little girly-boy who'd never held a blade in his life and who swung about far more cock than brains... quite an achievement when one considered how very brainy he was!

Sombra knew full-well she should have been repulsed by the sight of him above her, lost to pleasure as he was... eyes rolling back and tongue hanging freely... but she couldn't. She found it... cute. Disgustingly cute. The old Sombra would have been furious with her.

And yet each time Celestia rubbed Twilight's cock on Sombra's rock-hard abdominals, and the boy looked like he'd rediscovered the pleasure of sex all over again, her womanly heart quavered. She wished to rip it out, if that was what it took to recover the sense and discipline she valued so highly! Being in love with such a helpless runt leant no stronger to the Empire... rather it was a weakness for her enemies to exploit!

And yet... When he released his hot jets of pre-ejaculate all down her front and onto the bed sheets, all she could do was ruffle his mane... Ruffle his mane and tighten her chest-muscles, squeezing his cock between them.

An ab-job. This was how far she'd fallen. The body she'd committed herself to developing, honing until every inch was rock-hard... she now used those muscles to squeeze her lover's cock.

Pregnancy would demolish her figure further. Her stomach that could deflect a spear would become a large, round, defenseless dome stuffed to the brim with foals. The thought should have horrified her the most of all, and shook her free of her daze... instead it made her grasp Twilight's cock and shove him towards her nethers.

"Enough foolishness! Begin the ceremony and bequeath to Sombra what was promised!" she snapped. Sombra freed her legs from under the lewd pair and spread them wide, thrusting fingers into her slit with both hands.

Her mound was as large and full as Twilight remembered, a single tremendous labial bulge as dark as midnight, segmented by a slit as pink as frosting! The most unarmoured, vulnerable part of the weaponized, brutal dominatrix.

"I must have lost my mind to consent to lay with a stallion who looks more like a filly. Well... Before my senses return, you will not keep me waiting a moment longer!"

Celestia put her hand on her cheek, smiling warmly. "She's so oddly romantic, isn't she..."

Sombra darted her eyes that way. "Silence! You will not make a fool of the Crystal Empire's ruler a moment longer! Sombra came for sex, and sex Sombra shall receive!"

She looked back to Twilight. "All the things that damnable smirking Princess has taught you... Do them to me! Show me your neediest face as I devour you balls deep... So commands Sombra!"

Twilight gulped, looking back at Celestia. She grinned and shooed him forwards, inviting him to get at it already. Like a mother sending her son off to his first day at school.

"My body is a weapon... Bequeathed to another, it is a gift beyond mortal reckoning... A holy temple for the wretched little stallion to defile once more...”

She curled her lip. “But this time, you will commit the ultimate act of sacrilege... Release everything you have... Ejaculate a river of your seed... Mate with me like never before!"

She seized Twilight's shoulders, drawing him in and completing the process. "Tonight you will not rise up from this place, until you have ensured Empress Sombra is pregnant! Show me your lustful eyes and your masculine nature... Pour in every drop... and impregnate me!"

Twilight looked up at the great warrior, finding himself shaken by the manner in which she could look down on him even while laying under him. She looked more indomitable than ever, bigger than ever, but all the same he clasped the tops of her thighs where she'd spread them... and went inside at a slow, steady pace, engaging in baby-making sex with one of the world's greatest and most terrifying evils.

"Here it comes, here it comes..." she groaned, huffing as the narrow slit of her pussy stretched to fit the form of his penis one more time, more and more of his member sliding inside of her.

The first half was one of the best penetrations Twilight had ever felt in his life. Sombra rippled all over him non-stop, squeezing him in the hot, tight depths of her pussy.

The second half was even better.

Even in his wildest dreams, Twilight never would have believed things would turn out so splendidly, and so hedonistically. It wasn't lost on him, either: the plump little colt wiggling his sweaty rump in the air, pounding away at the muscular Amazon beneath him like a personal onahole knew all too well he was lucky as they came. In all of Celestia's long, long days, she had never spoiled a stallion as much as she did him.

As it turned out, Heaven was a place called Canterlot Castle. Here, in the shelter of Celestia's overdeveloped, bouncy form, directly under the Princess's radiant peaks, the spoilt little colt had all the time in the world to enjoy his two lovers... even comparing and contrasting them to his heart's desires! How many boys could say that, he wondered? Not just a stud screwing his two favourite mares and swinging indecisively back and forth between which he liked better, but getting to do it with the rulers of two nations! Two nations that, until recently, had been on the cusp of international conflict! How nice!

Well, Sombra certainly wasn't as soft as Celestia... Sex with his playmate-turned-mommy figure often took the form of a lazy weekend's lovemaking... thrusting away at whatever pace suited him, sinking into her gooey depths and leaving it buried in Celestia as they kissed. Sombra, on the other hand... There were no such lavishing touches here. He'd never been treated so roughly, not even by Nightmare Moon! Sombra's face was constantly shoved in his, glinting fangs looking ready to bite at any moment.

Her eyes flickered with green bursts of electricity, while smoke whipped about their lovemaking. She pinwheeled back and forth between roaring with savage might and cackling with maniacal laughter at every thrust, sometimes clutching his mane, sometimes his bubble butt, but always tugging ferociously on one or the other.

Yet even with her unbridled enthusiasm for the task at hand, each inch Twilight sank into the greedy mare still felt an arduous task, and a conquest that had to be won. She'd been tight enough the first time, making her hard to pump even when he wasn't fearing for his life, but this was another thing altogether. Now, perhaps on account of this sordid situation - and coupled with Celestia's inexorable tease-tease-teasing - the Dark Queen felt like a fresh virgin all over again. Even when he was able to get moving, it never quite became what he'd call "comfortable"...

If Twilight had wanted to put a name to it, or explain it in some way, he'd have said Celestia had a "pussy", while Sombra had something more like a "cunt." He blushed prettily as he thought the shameful word, but it was really the only word for the thick-lipped monster between Sombra's thighs! The big, fat, bad-bitch hole that ate up even the fattest cocks for breakfast and growled hungrily for more.

Mm, that described it to a "T." She had something dangerous down there.

In other words, there was too much for Twilight to deal with at once. Too much keeping him frantic and on edge. Her bumpy, ridged and stiff insides prickled and massaged his cock in ways that made his dick ache and want to pound back even harder... They put a constant squeeze on him that milked him like a cow... and tugged him back if he tried to pull out too far.

And somehow, despite similar amounts of lubrication to Celestia's girlish slit, Sombra's womanly cunt shamelessly made far lewder and messier slurping sounds than Celestia ever could have... As if it were making up for her otherwise total lack of femininity.

And she seemed proud about it, too! Whenever Twilight pushed into her and struggled prettily to cope, she grinned ear to ear, pinning him down, holding him deep inside her, and smirking at Celestia over the top of his mane. A rare victory for the green-eyed monster.

But Twilight knew he couldn't lose to her. He felt determined to fulfill the wishes of these two depraved mares. So, with great conviction, he hilted himself in Sombra and let his body take over.

“Goooooood,” moaned Sombra as she allowed herself to be taken. Her lover's beastial hose quelled her inner rage in but an instant. This was just what she needed, and had been craving all those many months since she'd allowed the young colt to escape her grasp! She didn’t care, let alone notice, that Twilight was nearly suffocating in her cleavage. Rather, she embraced him even tighter, condemning the poor boy to huffing her sweat down there, getting drunk on her musk as she selfishly satisfied herself.

Celestia chuckled, eyes bright as she leaned closer. She decided she rather liked the sight of her stallion with another mare, and seemed to consciously drink it all up. She feverishly imprinted the sight of Twilight screwing a mare, as seen from behind, in her mind... memorizing every little arch of his dainty back, every wiggle of his fat little bottom. She chewed her lip, and tugged anxiously on the bed sheets.

She had to thank Sombra for opening her eyes to this, if nothing else. Celestia wondered if there were any other fillies she could coerce into hopping under her dear, sweet Twi-Twi.

She leaned closer, scooting in beside them, and placed a hand on Twilight's back. The next time he paused in his thrusts, she warmly pushed down, using her nails on his spine to keep him balls deep in Sombra. The Princess watched a sticky mixture of their juices flow out around Twilight's embedded cock - a sword in the stone if ever she'd seen one - and her heart skipped a beat. She relocated her hands to Twilight’s hips, aiding him in his thrusts even while knowing he knew his way about the female form by now.

Celestia watched Twilight's balls trembling, tightening under his shaft as he grew close to cumming, and felt an almost overwhelming urge to use her magic to make him creampie Sombra right now. Thankfully, she resisted. She instead chose to experience the mating of Twilight and Sombra vicariously, her own hips moving in sync with his.

Besides, she had something else to keep her busy for the moment... that adorable look of fucked-out tension on Sombra's face, her features all... "fucked up", Celestia supposed. Sombra's pupils were dilated, and her hair had matted to her forehead with sweat. Her tongue lay limply on her cheek, as if the Queen had simply forgotten to put it back in her mouth... oh, and of course, the way those meteor tits of hers heaved with each laboured breath. A whole day on the battlefield wouldn't have worked Sombra up to such a state! Celestia wished to clap little Twilight on his back and congratulate him for so thoroughly messing up a rival to good ponies everywhere. He should be knighted!

“That’s a good look on you, dear Sombra," she cooed, reminding the Queen she was still there. The second she did, Sombra instantly gathered her senses, returning her expression to some semblance of decency.

But despite that, she still found the smirk to end all smirks on Celestia’s face, an utter avatar of smugness manifested in the princess. Celestia was enjoying herself far, far too much.

In and out, in and out went the twinkish boy, his comparatively diminutive pelvis continuously kissing Sombra’s, making her heart flutter and her loins burn. Twilight, being the oblivious little stud-in-heat he was, didn’t even notice. His entire world was absorbed by a single goal: to give Sombra exactly what she wished for: a thick, sticky load of hot seed that could impregnate hundreds or thousands of mares at once.

All for the sake of peace, of course!

Having finished her little terror tour of the bed, Celestia returned to Twilight's huffing, puffing form. She perched atop her little pony like she'd come home to roost, admiring the scenery, and the trashing figures below. Another smirk, the last one.

With sun-emblazoned bottom high in the air, and bra-busting breasts pushing down on Twilight with so much weight and size as to completely wrap around him, Celestia slunk in, burying her nose in his nap, chewing her way over the sensitive flesh. Each full-force chomp electrified him almost as much as the static shocks he felt from Sombra's supercharged form... it had him in a tizzy where even the cutest little pony-nibble could have made him cum. "Ahhh... C - Celestia... Careful!"

She laughed again. "What's the matter, Twilight? Don't you want to give that fertile slut what she's asking for? Mm?" Another bite. She'd surely be leaving a few pleasing marks come the morning.

Celestia's breasts, still full to bursting with their child's milk, picked the opportune moment to release it. With her fat tits completely overwhelming the twink beneath her, her nipples had both been pushed completely outwards, and the twin streams dribbled onto his arms, onto Sombra's own massive chest... and all over the sheets. "Enough screwing around, Twilight. Finish her. Make her like me."

She laughed musically in his ear as Twilight felt his orgasm building, his seed finally rushing up his balls, entering his rod... "Make the big, bad warlord into your bitch. Fill her breasts with milk. Make her a big...”

“... fat...”

“... pregnant...”

“... slut!”

"Ooh, and how about me right after?"

How could Twilight hold back? Celestia’s devious words intermingled with the vivacious imagery in his mind, salacious thoughts of a Queen Sombra overtaken - for once - by insatiable maternal urges, rather than her usual bloodlust. Combined with the milking undulations of Sombra’s sturdy lower body, it was all just too much! His moans increased in pitch, while his thrusts grew sloppy and imprecise.

Celestia knew just when he was going to blow from experience, and she made sure to push into him from behind, gluing her pelvis to his cute little butt, the moment the first shot left his mare-impregnating cannon.

She wanted him hilted in Sombra, and she used her own hips to drive him deeper!

And goodness did it ever pay dividends for that naughty princess perched lewdly atop the rutting couple. Celestia loved seeing Sombra struggling with her fate... the sight of the Queen rocking her hips, clawing the sheets... not even able to keep her eyes focussed on her lover... it was almost enough to make Celestia blast off herself.

“That’s it, my dear little student... Give her all of it!” cooed the mischievous Equestrian. She shivered, a tingle going up her spine every time she felt the rhythmic pulses of Twilight’s shaft releasing inside Sombra.

He was really giving it to her this time... It was just further incentive for Celestia to bring more mares into the royal bedchambers. Just like his fat shaft, Twilight’s load was far, far larger than his stature would suggest. It barreled through his cock like a tidal wave, striking Sombra with the force of a charging bull. Shot after shot gushed into her, filling her to the brim and driving the Dark Queen mad with ecstasy.

“Nnnhaaahhh! Ye ~ es~!” Sombra had come so far over the last few hours. Dressed down, Shook up, humiliated by Celestia’s words and Twilight’s fat good boy cock... She’d come out the other side of her restrained debauched, unkempt, sweaty and totally wild with lust.

Where before Sombra squirmed gently, clinging to Twilight with obvious restrained, now she bucked under him like a wild beast, breathing hard and hot on his nape, holding on to Twilight for dear life as orgasm after orgasm pulverized her last remaining sensibilities. She had no room for decorum or appearances when Twilight was busy drowning her ovum in thick, soupy colt’s cream.

And the situation rendered Twilight just as powerless as her over their fates. He could do nothing but tremble, a cute little cream puff anchored to that colossal cock stuffed inside Sombra. Trembling, adrift in a sea of pleasure, he huffed the sweaty slut’s musk, drooled, moaned... and delivered what Sombra had demanded: a relentless torrent of potent, viscous seed guaranteed to leave her utterly inseminated.

It reached the point where not even Sombra’s great body could contain all Twilight had to “donate”, and white soon flowed out of her around the intruding member... And when he unplugged himself from Sombra’s depths, a deluge of gushing white followed.

The already thick stench of sex in the air grew even heavier, a concoction to make mares drool, ovulate or drop panties... likely all three at once.“Moooore!” Sombra howled.

And he might’ve given it to her, if not for feeling like he had very little left to give. Twilight trembled atop the fiend’s huge black body, and feared for his well-being when she reached her musclebound arms around him to crush him against her massive chest.

“I’m not sure I can... Hhk!” Twilight screwed his face up in shock as Celestia interfered, finding his plump little bottom and giving it a squeeze. Twilight squeaked like a girl as Celestia played with him, then moaned as she slid a finger inside him, rubbing and prodding the little pleasure centre boys kept tucked away back there.Sombra was taken by surprise by just how ferocious Celestia’s machinations made Twilight all of a sudden. He buried his head firmly in Sombra’s cleavage, whimpering and moving his hips anew. Each full thrust brought on by Celestia’s spurring brought with it another potent splash of sperm against Sombra’s insides. It was very agreeable for everyone.

Twilight shivered as Celestia forced hm to empty out every last drop of sperm he could muster, his mewling and moaning a crescendo that made it very clear this was a forcible milking. She used him, used him well, and he enjoyed being used.

And then, just like that, it was over. Twilight released one last gooey shot into his mistress’s overstuffed, puffed-up slit, and then went completely limp, weakly panting for breath between her breasts.

The Dark Queen huffed, feeling confident that she had somehow won the situation. She relinquished her grasp on the boy, laying back with a content look on her face. Of course, she was granted no time to savor the feeling, as Celestia was ready with that insufferable grin of hers. “Did you enjoy yourself Sombra?”

Sombra gruntled, tangling her hand in Twilight’s hair, tugging him to her chest like a mother would her babe. “Of course. Our progeny will be great indeed. You have no concept of the greatness of your error...”

The sinister look in her eyes burned a little bit brighter: “Twilight’s wits and my powerful intertwined, a combination of everything that you admire in him and detest in me... Good and evil combined! Under my tutelage, our son will conquer all o - “

She was interrupted abruptly as that tousled head of purple and pink hair between her breasts flopped about, a little pair of concerned eyes peeking up at her from beneath. “Wait... Umm... Nnh... Don’t teach our kid anything bad, um... please?”

It was as if Sombra lost her voice, her cocksure expression plunging off her face. “Ah... That is to say...”

Then, she frowned. Somehow, against all odds, she deeply felt the sting of Twilight’s apprehension.

She looked so upset Celestia started laughing again.

Twilight found Sombra’s lips, and kissed her deeply. A few seconds later, once she was over her initial shock, she returned the gesture. It seemed the three had reached an accord.