Chapters Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
Another meeting with Princess Celestia. Another Twilight Sparkle scared stiff at its conclusion.
The kaleidoscopic vista of illusory sights she’d played out before him still haunted him. Shadows danced across the floor. Great stony pillars shattered... Despite their manner of passage being purely demonstrative, the little pony had still reflexively ducked just under a stray boulder.
Celestia delivered ominous words in the rich, bold tones befitting a Goddess:
"If the empire is filled with hope and love, those things are reflected across all of Equestria. If hatred and fear take hold..."
And, most of all, the rib-crushing bear-hug the lusciously-rounded monarch delivered at its conclusion. She’d hoisted little Twilight high up into the air as she’d stared deeply into his soft, gentle eyes and spoken these words:
"Which is why I need your help finding a way to protect it!"
That was all well and good to say, but sending the little sorcerer out to the Crystal Empire on such short notice still came as quite the surprise.
Maybe if he'd arrived sooner, he and some others could have easily put together a magical force-field for keeping out dark and evil spirits or somesuch. Yes, if that had been the case Twilight was confident he could have prevented the resurrection of the evil Queen Sombra.
But he lacked the time, resources... and most of all, the ponies, which was why he’d been sent on such a dangerous mission alone. Which was why, again, he found himself in his current, concerning predicament.
Now the poor little cutie-butt stood in the Crystal Empire's throne room, scared out of his little wits! He scuffed his expensive shoes on the rich red carpets leading all the way up to the royal throne, a great edifice carved from solid blocks of crystal... and its current, gigantic occupant.
Queen Sombra! The one and only. A beauteous matriarch of pain and suffering, returned along with the Crystal Empire.
And now here she was in front of him, reclining on her magnificent throne in a suit of brilliant, burnished silver armour. The design was truly intricate, combined deadly ornamentation with regal beauty. Sombra dominated the room with her presence alone. According to Celestia, the burly bitch already plotted a nightmarish new campaign of terror to stretch across all Equestria.
Looking at her, he could believe it. This imperious impassiveness, this deadly edge, it was the thing that readily came to mind when one thought of Gods and Goddesses: the lofty ruler looking down on the pitiful insects far beneath them, a stark contrast to Celestia's homely warmth.
The armour itself caught his eye almost immediately for its sheer closed-in nature, obscuring her form almost completely. Only the royal-red cape about her shoulders, pooling around her bladed, spike-mail boots, betrayed Sombra's narcissism, for the rest of her attire was as practical and militarized as any General's could be.
The plate was of a truly intricate design, made of countless layers of steel. It combined deadly ornamentation with regal beauty, yet still gloated greatly of the lewd assets bulging within.
In short, it looked like just one bear-hug from this warlord would accidentally slice Twilight to ribbons. Let alone what she'd do in a concentrated effort to hurt him.
But still! This was no fantasy bikini armour of the types his beloved Celestia might wear in the bedroom on request... this was the plate-mail of a General or King, made to inspire confidence in her underlings while still fully geared for martial purposes.
It was also quite noisome, and prone to clanking. The empress’s small movements made made the great and ponderous suit of armour clasped about her outrageously decadent body clatter about her, dozens of sliding and slicing sounds intermingling together. Blades gnashed, and interlocked armour plates scraped each other’s sides.
She rounded the outfit with a crown of office that was little more than a silver headband. Despite having worn the crown of the great Celestia just a few months ago, Twilight couldn't imagine trying on that particular piece of official ornamentation: rather than empowering him, it looked more like it would unleash some diabolical curse.
It was easy to be intimidated by it all, and Twilight was... but at the same time, it might not be all doom and gloom. At least, not for a pervert like him, who’d slunk his thick-dicked little self into the matriarch’s domain. Judging by her body, he might still get to stick his pecker somewhere fun before the day was out. Wouldn’t that be nice~?
Because while her armour did look as rough, tough and well-crafted as any stallion’s, it did still struggle to contain all the mare within. There were more hints to her femininity than just the thick coat of blood-red lipstick across the curves of her sneering, upturned mouth... especially if you knew what to look for!
And thanks to recent ventures, Twilight was getting quite used to being around sex-goddesses who could smite him in a single blow.
For even having strapped every inch of her body into that armour, Sombra still undeniably exuded femininity beneath it all. She couldn't fool him! Twilight caught sight of her heaving bust and her incredibly plump, rounded ass almost immediately.
Her figure figure rivalled Celestia’s for sheer generosity, spilling out wherever it could, geared towards bearing many a progeny. Even if she struggled to work against it, Sombra's fate was painted clearly in her build: she was stacked as thickly and greatly as any earth-reared farm pony.
Then there was the matter of her size: Sombra was no wilting flower! Like most Equestrian royalty, she stood many heads taller her subjects, and was blessed with an incredible capacity for continuing her bloodline. She sported hips as great as any beast of burden, thighs like apple trees and a bust that could feed an army, let alone a foal.
But at the same time, Sombra's body had also been hardened by the fires of war. Her thick bulging arms would light work of her foes, crushing ponies with her bare hands... and her hindquarters were built far more like a farmhand's toned meatiness than a courtesan's softness.
It all combined to make a cute, long-lashed sissy like Twilight feel like a speck in comparison! Just like the Goddess Celestia before her, Sombra had an awful lot to gloat about when it came to the teasing curves of her body.
It looked even more frightening in motion, when the tyrannical beauty shifted forwards on her throne to take a better look at the little pony cowering before her. Amused, she scooted her well-padded behind to the very edge of her chair.
She placed a hand on her chin, humming her approval in a deep and rumbling contralto. The movement was as beautiful as Twilight had expected, the slow sliding of powerful muscles, the grace of a panther exhibited in every minor shift of fibres.
Then there was the matter of her aura. The figure was wreathed in plumes of ethereal purple smoke, and Twilight soon recognized it as the great amounts of chaotic and shadowed magic sealed in her body seeping out, forming leakages wherever it could. After her long time sealed away, Sombra now overflowed with power, and looked for any excuse to release it.
Surely she itched to use it on him, but she restrained herself. If she were to use her magic here, it would come out in a tidal wave of energy that could possibly wipe this entire castle off the face of Equestria, let alone cute little Twi-Twi.
But that aura of pure evil she exuded solidified Twilight’s will against her. If she were left unchecked, fields would burn... Ponies would be hunted down in the streets! And small country towns like Ponyville would doubtless become little more than minor stop-off points for armies of black-plated militia to loot dry on their long marches to Canterlot...
Canterlot! Of course, even the crown jewel of Equestria would be in danger! If left unchecked, Sombra would conquer and despoil everything she laid eyes on.
And unfortunately for the wide-hipped, fat-cocked little colt before her, that included him. Deep within that steel coffin glowed two deep and dark pools of blazing-red light, and, for the moment, they solely focussed on him to the exclusion of all else.
That dark sinner's attention was solely focussed on his innocence, his beauty. For all Celestia’s warnings and words, Twilight wished he could be anywhere but here, alone, with her.
Sombra broke the silence between them.
"Welcome, little messenger, to the Empire of Sombra," spoke the intimidatingly luscious empress. Her voice resonated with a booming tone that spoke both of her nobility, and her power. Just the very sound of it made Twilight's knees knock together until he stilled them... He knew he couldn't let her see his fear!
Twilight reflected on why he had been sent here. He must defeat, or somehow temper, the rage of the scorned goddess in front of him. He knew if he failed here, Equestria would surely be threatened, so he had no choice but to overcome her. Even if she was one of the sexiest dignitaries he'd ever met!
Her eyes demanded he worship, but he remained stoic. Twilight defiantly returned Sombra’s gaze.
"I have come on behalf of Princess Celestia to discu - " he began, only for Sombra to quickly dismiss his words with a wave of her hand. The heavily-endowed colt could swear he felt her magic striking his face just from that mere gesture.
"I know why you're here, Twilight Sparkle,” she said. “No event taking place in this kingdom goes unnoticed by me."
There was obvious annoyance in her tone. Clearly, Sombra was not pleased that Princess Celestia had sent a mere boy to discuss a treaty with her. If she had wished to do so, she could have snapped him like a twig, simply to show her dismay.
But something stopped her. There was something about Twilight Sparkle that Queen Sombra couldn't put her finger on, something... exciting.
Rising slowly from her throne, Sombra turned, showing off every armoured curve of her powerful body to young Twilight. She sniffed, and spoke once more: "Before we discuss any measures of benevolence I show your small nation, you will bathe. The scent of unwashed stallion displeases me."
The matriarch pointy towards a corridor leading away from the throne room.
Twilight wanted to turn his nose up at that: he had washed himself just recently, and smelled of nothing but Canterlot's finest perfumes... but he knew better than to question the Queen.
Or maybe , he thought, maybe the thing disturbing her is I smell too strong of Canterlot... Do I remind her of Princess Celestia?
Sombra rose from her throne and strode towards him, magnificent, birthing hips swaying from side to side in a mesmerizing fashion. There was no doubt she noticed Twilight staring. He practically drooled at the sight of her.
"Get moving, boy," she said, in a way that made Twilight's heavy cock lurch with excitement. He was definitely in the lion's den, and it was only mere luck that he hadn't been eaten up yet.
"Y-yes!" Twilight bowed towards Sombra. In lowering his head, he glimpsed her lovely lower body more closely... even with her armour on, the sheer heft and size of her meaty thighs was not lost on him. She was a vision of deadly loveliness.
In truth, her hips made even his exaggerated curves look waifish in comparison. She could doubtless encircle his entire midsection with just one of those long, powerful legs of hers... let alone both!
Head swimming with visions of being tossed about and thoroughly molested, the little purple-haired cherub quickly turned away, doing his best to hide his arousal. He followed her directions, thick endowment cheerfully pointing the way through tented robes.
So! Sombra’s bathhouse, then.
Leaving the great throne room, and that fiendish beast-mare occupying it, behind him, Twilight began making his way to the large bathhouse. As doubtlessly one of the few locations in all the Crystal Empire where the great mare could lower her guard, it was built to be a place of great decadence, a spilling-over den of total luxury.
The bath itself stretched off as far as the eye could see, with waters that looked deep enough to come to Sombra's thick and well-nourished waist, meaning it reach almost all the way up to Twilight's cherry-pink nipples. It was rendered permanently steamy and hot by means unknown, casting a great fog over the room that gathered in the ceiling high overhead.
The bath was dotted with many statues of history’s greatest ponies, the majority of which were decadent and curvaceous female figures, many draped in smaller and softer male servants. It seemed that with the trappings of power this world's royalty indulged in, there came an insatiable urge to be doted on by big-hipped, flat-chested boy-toys, and Sombra was no exception.
Maybe she and Celestia would have that in common when it came to the peace talks? They might discuss the world's future more sensibly and peacefully after barebacking a few cute boys together, or relaxing themselves with goblets full of warm spunk.
Twilight paused and wondered about it. Exactly how had the world come under the sway of all these cradle-snatching matriarchs? It seemed they spent as much time thirstily pursuing boys - boys thousands of years their juniors at that! - as they did causing more trouble and paperwork for him!
But he couldn’t dwell on it for too long. Sombra awaited him. Twilight had scant little time to get himself washed up.
The hung twink sashayed to the water's edge, resting his little hand on the ominous swell of a greatly-fertile crystal goddess of generations past. At ten feet in height it was dangerously close to the sort of proportions he'd had to deal with in Celestia's bed... to say nothing of Sombra herself. How humiliating it was: Twilight had already experienced the sting of ordinary mares towering over him day-in and day-out... now he found himself frequently thrust into contact with literal goddesses that towered taller than even the greatest of mortals! Really, couldn't a stallion with an extra foot of height or so in his favour handle the Sombra problem, while Twilight stayed at home and hid his head under the blankets? With a good book and maybe some pleasant female company to while the hours away?
The little angel reached for the shoulder straps of his floor-length white gown. He plucked it from his perfectly formed and rounded body, slender swan neck turning this way and that as he worked the straps off his shoulders.
Twilight bared his body: a lightly-fluttering chest... and a smooth, well-rounded belly. He dipped his fingers into his well-formed navel, before the chubby pony reached the great swell of his hips.
Taking a deep breath, Twilight shook out his overly-fertile lower body, sending the gown whispering to the floor tiles below.
He lifted a foot to dip a toe into the boiling water, then winced at the heat. He tried again, however, and soon began to sink into its steamy embrace.
This didn't feel right to him. How could he be calmly bathing, while that monster out there plotted his destruction and the end of everything he loved? Could peace with Sombra truly be reached? Shouldn't he be plotting an escape and fleeing back to Celestia's warm embrace? As much as she'd sprung back to her previous bossiness after their night of male-dominated sex, he'd still take a dozen scheming and sniggering Celestia's over a single one of the sociopathic nightmare monster just a few rooms away even now. Setting off even more alarm bells in his big brainy mind was the way her beguiling curves made it hard to even formulate an escape plan in the first place; Sombra's hypnotic body made him dither...
Embarrassingly, Twilight even found himself checking his reflection for imperfections, when he could have been tying bedsheets together to scale his way down the castle wall. Why did he feel compelled to look his best for a walking, talking doomsday weapon?
All in all, this diplomatic mission felt more and more out of Twilight's areas of expertise.
It was heartbreaking. He released a pent-up sigh, sinking into the water until he was submerged to his mouth. The beautiful angel's pert little nose whistled gently above the surface of the water, his waist-length hair growing increasingly soaked and heavy on his slender, shapely back.
But the water did feel soothing. It no time at all, Twilight felt his nerves calming. He wrapped his arms around himself, closed his eyes and surrendered to the water's soothing energies. "Mmm... That's good."
In hindsight, it was lucky Sombra had so generously provided Twilight an opportunity to limber up a little bit before the night's activities. He was going to need it.
As he felt the overwhelming comfort and luxury of the bath began taking effect on his frantic mind, Twilight Sparkle slowly, but surely, began to relax. The pounding in his chest died down. It might be true that he was entirely defenseless, but Queen Sombra had little reason to attack him here.
Really, why would she even bother? The idea she’d attack him suggested she felt at all threatened by him... and Twilight found that idea simply implausible. Not only was he deep in her territory, surrounded by her loyal minions, but even in a one-on-one duel, she would still best him. Magical or physical, he couldn’t beat her.
Once he moved past that mental hurdle, Twilight did actually feel a bit better.
Twilight soon found himself taking stock of the multitude of statues scattered around the room. Were they prior Crystal Empire rulers, since lost to time?
Unfortunately, a dark voice from behind interrupted his reverie.
"How lovely to see you're enjoying yourself," Sombra teased.
Twilight leapt forwards into the water in alarm, and only succeeded in soaking his hair further in the process. Now, with those long tresses plastered to his shoulders and back, he could only look more like a helpless little fuccboi than ever. Poor Twilight!
As Queen Sombra swept into the room, laughing at his embarrassment, his squealing and efforts to cover himself didn’t help to present him as any more manly.
Approaching the water's edge, Sombra began the lengthy process of removing her armour. As a trained soldier, she knew even this complex garment inside and out, and nimbly removed tightly-bound clasps - as if by magic - where Twilight could have spent minutes struggling.
Piece by piece it fell, armour plates striking the ground one after another. Each resonating clang signalled a little more of her loveliness being unveiled, a little more of that heaving, mountainous body coming into view. Eventually, she was left in naught but a very, very tight set of red underwear, so tight they looked painted onto her divine curves.
The supremely smug unicorn left a bladed, war-like trail of burnished, reflective plates in her wake as she drew closer... closer... closer...
"What are you.." Twilight began, but he froze up when he saw the smile Sombra wore.
"This nation's ruler has been slumbering for many centuries, little one. I will take my relaxation, and neither you, nor anypony else, can stop me," the Queen said. She spoke in a firm, unwavering tone.
"And besides... This is my bath. It is mine to use as I see fit.”
"So. Twilight Sparkle..." The way she spoke his name made the little slut's heart race with fear once again. Was this the moment she’d “take care of him”, holding his head under the water?
Twilight gazed up at the dark Queen as she lingered on the edge of the pool. She had already seemed titanic in size before, but this just felt unfair. With her so close now, and Twilight eye-level with her feet, he felt smaller than ever.
So why was it that all he could think of was how much he wanted her to drop panties?
It was embarrassing to admit it to himself, but Twilight felt that sight alone would make this whole journey worth it. Even if she were to follow it up by tossing him from the castle's highest balcony.
Sombra picked her way through the collection of statues, sweeping around one, leaning on another. Eventually, she came abreast of a great crystalline depiction of Princesses Celestia and Luna, well-rounded bodies tastefully interwoven. She stopped to caress Celestia's cheek with what felt like all of the tyrant's scant delicacy. "Tell me, Twilight, do you love this mare? Your... Princess Celestia?"
"Ah," he stumbled on his words, attempting to find the phrase to explain his intimate relationship with Celestia. The unicorn still felt the gulf in between master and student every day. But the honest answer proved wisest: "Yes. I do."
Sombra prowled about the statue, trailing fingers over Celestia and Luna's skilfully-chiselled features. She traced the lines of ears, horns, the lips... even those two sets of pudgy, abundant cleavage were briefly touched.
She threw a sharp glance at Twilight, to see if he still looked as frisky as he had in the throne room. "Tell me, do you admire her?” the mare with the ungodly breeding figure asked.
“Her beauty?”
“Her purity ?"
“Her grace?”
Twilight faltered again. He couldn’t begin to fathom what answer Sombra desired to hear.
"Yes.” He swallowed.
“Even as crystal statues, Celestia and Luna radiate beauty. They are true princesses," responded Twilight. He felt fully prepared to accept the wrath of Sombra's retribution.
But rather than the expected outburst, Sombra smiled. She locked her fingers around the horn of the Celestia statue.
"I, too, admire her," she said softly, and Twilight felt dumbfounded for a moment. Up until now, he had thought of her as nothing but a beast, but there was an unexpected tenderness in that touch. Did she have an inkling of civility to her after all?
"You should have seen her back then, Twilight. Her magnificent mane gleamed like diamonds in the sun.
“I remember it as if were yesterday. Her grace in battle, her discipline and her beauty as we crossed blades. And, when she and her sister defeated me, the look of triumph on her face... The look of a warrioress revelling in her victory.”
Sombra quirked a wry smile. “Quite the sight, your Celestia."
Sombra took a firmer grip on the horn. "She and I could have been dear friends. But, sadly, as you may have heard..."
Sombra flexed that broad bicep of hers, and the veins mapping its length bulged. Twilight watched in silence, semi-erect, as the mountain of mare let out a great grunt and doubled down on the crystal statue.
With a furious growl, she snapped Celestia’s horn clean off the statue. It broke with a great, echoing “crack”, glowing shards flying in every direction. A priceless relic, defaced, because of this mare’s anger.
Sombra exhaled, and lowered her fist. She looked down at the nude little sissy peeking up at her from just above the water's surface. Sombra opened her palm, smirking at Twilight as she showed him the destruction of his idol, and partner’s, visage.
It should have infuriated Twilight... but after a display of strength like that, he was instead rock-hard. The fear and arousal wires had been completely crossed in his brain.
Sombra narrowed her eyes, her glare burrowing into Twilight. "... They banished me. And such a shame. I'm sure you'd agree they'd have both made excellent concubines.”
“After all... If anyone has seen Celestia in a collar, I'd wager it's the little sap... that stinks from head-to-hoof of her cunt ." She snorted derisively, a cloud of black smoke issuing from her nostrils. A slice of her restrained anger made it into her otherwise-even tone.
The bikini-clad amazon locked her eyes on his as she slowly and deliberately wove the horn between her fingers. He felt afraid to look her directly in the eye any longer and dropped his gaze... but only put his eyes on her sinfully-heaving breast-flesh.
Looking lower, his attention eventually gravitated to her hand... just as she finished off the needlessly-phallic object. Crack. Crunch. With one last squeeze, Sombra send fragments of crystal flying in every direction. All that remained in her hand was a few wisps of powder.
The implications of this unsubtle imagery were not lost on poor Twilight. He cupped his own member in sympathy.
And just like that, he was back to fearing for his life. Twilight's instincts begged him to get out of the pool and run, it didn't matter where to, but queen and consort both knew such an endeavour would be entirely pointless.
Besides, she was already sweeping towards him, taking heavy and lumbering steps that made the pool's surface ripple.
“And since Celestia never filled that concubine role I desired... Now might be the perfect time to collect on that thousand-year-old debt.”
With Twilight’s impending doom approaching much faster than he could've imagined, he could see no way out. And as much as he’d like to hope Sombra treated her concubines gently, the amazonian mare's monstrous physique seemed to suggest he was in for some rough handling indeed.
At this point, it seemed safe to say that if Twilight ever left the Crystal Empire, it would be either very sore and bruised... or in a casket.
The curvaceous boy took an instinctive step back, sheer fear painted vividly on his face. He followed it with another step backwards, and then another, facing her all the while. He didn’t dare take his eyes off the musclebound queen, lest she simply leap forwards, and crush him in the blink of an eye.
But Sombra took decisive steps. And like any good temptress, she took her sweet time in taking them. The fear in Twilight's eyes was easily matched by the hunger in hers as she drew closer, exquisite hips swaying majestically as she walked. Although Twilight looked her straight in the eye, it was plain as day that he struggled not to be drawn in by her magnificent body. It would be so easy to just surrender to so much woman, and allow her to do as she pleased with him.
A tiny, devious smile spread across Sombra's lips. He certainly is thickly-built, she thought. Maybe... Maybe with a bit of training, he really would make a fine slave... But I’m yet to meet the stallion who can match me in that area, hmph.
Oh, but I’m getting ahead of myself... Why don’t I see what he’s made of, first?
It wasn’t much longer before his retreating, and her advancing, left the quivering young colt with nowhere left to go. A horrified gasp escaped his lips as he realized that his back was firmly pressed against the edge of the bath's currents, the lapping water turned to splashing against his oversized behind.
No longer able to focus upon retreating, Twilight’s attention snapped to another pressing matter: the spot down between his legs. Between his shaking thunder-thighs, an impressive and monstrously large tool rose up, cresting magnificently out of the water.
Though the surface reached to the middle of his chest, the tip of his giant member was already visible above that - and judging from its throbbing, more growing and lengthening was yet to be done.
Was it his last act of defiance... or was he actually getting aroused by the prospect of being dominated by this ravenous royal? Twilight couldn't tell anymore. He wasn't the wiser about either possibility: all he hoped was that he got to use his penis... without Sombra breaking it.
The Queen’s upper lip curled into a sneer. She leaned back, appraising the newest subject about to be taken under the royal nethers. "Huhu. Pitiful."
Her words were harsh, but that sardonic smile never left her face. She had to admit, she felt rather enamoured with the pretty little stallion...
She hardly registered his weakness: all ponies were easy prey for her, after all, but rarely were they so entertaining. Her barely-contained glee became more obvious as she trailed fingers down her cheek. "So truly pitiful... Little pony, you look like you're ready to composing your last will and testament... Do I frighten you so?"
She shifted her weight, powerful muscles rolling, burly back stretching and rising as she curled her biceps behind her head. She struck a pose straight out of Twilight's wildest dreams, flourishing to highlight a mesmerizing mixture of soft, natural breasts and imposing muscles... It felt odd to admit it, but he actually found himself checking out the gun show more than her big dark breasts.
Just thinking about resting his face on her abdominals, falling asleep there... it was enough to short-circuit the little whelp's brain, leaving him cross-eyed and panting, and making his giant nuts swell larger still. His body must have recognized Amazonians needed plenty of semen, because it rushed to produce it.
He made spunk to worship glorious, gym-fit female bodies that could crush a man to pulp, cunts that gulped down cocks like candy, and crushed them under powerful inner muscles until they blasted out all remaining will to resist...
Twilight came back to the world to find he had a fistful of his own sopping wet hair in either hand, fingers curling in the purple tresses. He tugged on them like the little sex-meat bimbo he was rapidly turning into. "Hnngh... ♥ Aahhhnn... Muscles... ♥"
What had Celestia done to him by sending him here? She had to know what effect such a potent example of marehood's steel would have on him! He was going to end up face-first in Sombra’s pits at this rate, humping her insatiable pussy while she crushed the life out of him with sculpted thighs. How could any cute boy be expected resist a powerful heavyweight champion like Queen Sombra?
Sombra was still only halfway across the pool. Over a dozen feet of gently-lapping water remained between them. She leaned forwards out of the smoke encircling her head, eyeing him off.
Her horn alit with chaotic energy, less like the controlled hum of a Unicorn’s and more like a storm of crackling green lightning. Twilight recognized the magic almost instantly, but by then the spell was already cast.
The twelve feet of water between mare and stallion suddenly sloshed to the sides of the pool as if pushed apart by giant's hands. It left the smirking Sombra and a shivering, vulnerable Twilight standing, dry, on the wet tiled floor. No longer having to wade through the water, Sombra took off towards him at full-speed, darting over the few puddles dotting the bottom of the pool.
Twilight shrieked as she collided into him, smothered under the butch bitch's full weight and majesty.
It was rape time.
Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
There were ponies that were merely “huge”, and then there was Queen Sombra. Titles like “apex predator” didn’t begin to do her justice. She was a female Adonis, her broad frame bulging with powerful muscles that could crush his babydoll form like a bug! She presented a look - an ample look! - into the peak of physical condition.
And now she was right on top of Twilight Sparkle. Even the way she came at him was spectacular. All those positively sinister muscles moving in flawless sync, like a symphony under a dark conductor.
A stray thought crept into his mind: Is this how the gazelle feels right before the lioness's takedown? I wonder if he takes a moment to admire how perfectly engineered she is... right before she wolfs him down for dinner.
Then he found himself fully immersed in the dark depths of her hard, ebony muscle, and his thoughts were silenced... replaced with an overload of sensations, starting with the creak and grind of her armour, the stiffness of her body that made his weaky-weak wimpo curves ache just being crushed against her... and the smell of a woman who worked out multiple hours every day while he was still curled up in bed with a fat book! She was quite the sweat-producer, and possessed a dominant musk that thoroughly invaded the poor twink's nostrils and unashamedly rewired his flagging thoughts to ones of servitude.
In other words, she had a body-type that a pasty little nerd like Twilight had never seen before while lollygagging about Canterlot's libraries and science labs... and one that held a disarming allure to him, an urge to inspect every inch of her rock-hard form.
From all this talk, one might be put in mind of a mountain of muscle... a ballbusting beast straight from Tartarus, but that was only half of it... and up this close, Twilight could see she had many pleasing qualities! She carried more than enough beauty to lure in cute little stallions like him.
Womanly as ever, just... very "cut" here and there. Lean and taut. Cultivated. Fat tits sitting heavily on washboard abdominals. A fitizen’s ideal of perfection!
Actually, her breasts might deserve the most mention of all. Despite that physique Sombra sported, she filled out her armour with one of the largest, most bimbo-sized bosoms he'd ever laid eyes on. Even the most heavily pregnant of regular mares would trail far behind her there. As she hit Twilight with all her weight and force (and another dose of weight for good measure!), he found his face firmly lodged right between the Queen's heaving mounds.
And he had very little to complain about there... she rivalled Canterlot's finest courtesans for quality. Actually, she rivalled even the Sisters Divine for quality! Even after Twilight had laid with two Goddesses, in all their divine radiance, there was still something about Sombra they both lacked, something that completely decimated his resistance to being thoroughly seduced.
Unfortunately, seduction wasn't on the menu: if Twilight was expecting smooches, he'd be sorely disappointed! The sweet mercies of this body, of which there were plenty to be had, reserved themselves only for males Queen Sombra considered worthy, and it didn't take someone of Twilight's intellect to guess that count amounted to a big, fat zero.
The boys she'd mercilessly use to her heart's content, before tossing them aside like garbage, on the other hand... Well, it seemed like there was at least one pony on that list!
Poor Twilight. Being treated like a little piece of candy by one of Equestria's finest Amazon cougars... a little snack in-between meals. How could he ever come back from this one?
Twilight unconsciously raised his hands, instinctively grabbing hold of her humongous honkers and kneading the soft flesh with relentless glee. If he was going out, he'd be going out a happy stallion at least.
It seemed to be exactly what Sombra had been hoping would happen. She grinned victoriously and snapping her fingers, breaking the spell and bringing thousands of litres of water crashing back down around them.
Twilight was so buried in breasts he didn’t notice, simply continuing to worship her divine chest. Sombra snorted, thrusting more bosom at him, piling the heaving heavens on just a little bit more.
“I see you’ve found something to catch your eye, little stallion...” the Queen drolled, gloating over herself without even a hint of modesty. “Well, play to your heart’s content.”
She jiggle-bounced, dragging one of those plump nipples up the side of his face. She put him a little more deeply under her spell. "Let it be known... every stallion is a slave to breasts. And as long as there are none greater than these, wouldn’t you say that makes all stallions my slaves? Mm?"
Twilight’s touches certainly agreed, and a soft moan escaped Sombra’s lips as he played with her. He showed particular attention to her nipples, eagerly thumbing and pinching the thick nubs. He expected Sombra to reprimand him at any time - possibly by crushing him lifeless - but she allowed him to touch as he liked.
In fact, Sombra eased back, taking some weight off his pinned arms. She placed her hands behind her head and closed her eyes, fully presenting to him. Purrs of pleasure flowed from her lips.
In the end, she allowed her titty-tamed slutboi some 30-odd seconds in Heaven. He could have played with her big bulging tits for sooo much longer, but Sombra could only be entertained in such a paltry way for so long.
Besides, the growing look of happiness in his eyes made the villainess want to retch. His earlier fear suited him much better, didn’t it?
Sombra closed in like a striking python. Twilight’s only warning was a dark, rumbling contralto chuckled, and then he found his hands gripped tightly in hers.
His eyes shot wide open just in time to see Sombra prising his hands away from her splendid rack, letting those huge, dark tits tumble back down into their natural, unmolested shapes. It was like watching the ripples along a lake’s surface calm... all he could think about looking at them was disturbing those smooth, unblemished orbs all the more, and she didn’t let him!
Was the fun over? Twilight’s new toy being taken away from him so soon after being introduced to it? He tried to swallow, but the lump in his throat felt too big.
With no recourse, Twilight turned his eyes upwards, just barely able to catch Sombra's arrogant gaze through the mountain pass that was her cleavage. His lips quivered in want.
Sombra’s tone came out as harsh as ever, that sinister look once more returning to her features. "Enough. Your peasant hands do not belong on the royal rack to begin with... You have more than enough to be thankful for already, whelp.”
Twilight would have had every right to believe Sombra intended to separate his hands from his arms for good... but instead she simply moved them down, beneath the swells of her vast breasts and to her sides, where her skin was as smooth as marble.
Down his hands went, sliding lower and lower. When he reached her ungodly curvy hips, Twilight easily felt the great power contained within her body. Only when Sombra had placed his hands upon her bodacious backside did she finally let him go.
"They must be here. If you move them, I might just hurt you." the Queen said. She sounded almost cute.
As commanded, Twilight retained his grip on her juicy rump. And she, satisfied with his grip on her Queenly hindquarters, turned her attention to the thick shaft of maleness now risen between them. Goodness did that mighty cock make her mouth water: it was the part of her guest she’d most been looking forward to.
Sombra set to work exploring him, slipping her supple hands down between them. She seized Twilight's monumental slab of horsecock with a surprised look in her eyes. "You're not trying to trick me now, are you?" Sombra said as she glared at Twilight.”This thing seems much too large for such a tiny colt, after all...”
Said tiny colt shook his head fiercely. "N - no magic."
The Amazonian Queen had to admit... that did take her by surprise. Seeing it from the other side of the tub was one thing, but up close it was just impossibly big for a boy of his size. It was a feast for the eyes, making her yet more eager to let him get to grips with her... "Very impressive... Normally I'd kill an enemy of the state before letting his cock come this close to my bare pussy...”
She paused, giving his shaft another two-handed pump. “Ahh... But once one surpasses a certain number of inches... Opportunities do present themselves..."
Sombra eased back somewhat, shaking her booty free of his hands to give herself some space to angle his fat tool. She tugged began tugging Twilight's towering endowment to her, sliding the gooey head over her rock-hard abdominals.
Twilight moaned as Sombra toyed with the spongy head of his cock, twisting it this way and that, thrusting it against and between the ridges of her chiselled muscles. He instantly stained her with seed, and plenty of it... and the powerful musk he released in turn did not disappoint.
The Queen felt herself growing ever more excited. "Why... If I didn’t keep my wits about me, I might even find a cock this large somehow getting to unload inside me...”
“But that would never happen...” she laughed.
“Or...” she teased.
Had Twilight not had his vision eclipsed by the greatest rack in the castle, he would've easily been able to spot the Queen's greedy cunt dripping with lust. Down, down, down she went, coming closer and closer to his cock, until Sombra finally had him exactly where she wanted him.
Twilight couldn't help but push his slender hips forward by instinct. His potent stallionhood slipped into the barely-there place between Sombra’s immense, tree-trunk thighs, and emerging on the other side with a thorough coating of feminine juices.
Sombra immediately took offense, narrowing her eyes at him even as she lovingly squeezed his cock between her ebony thighs. "Did I say you could thrust?" she Sombra.
The next squeeze to his disobedient dick was a little rougher than the one before. Not enough to harm him, but enough to remind him she was in control.
Sombra pushed her flaring hips back yet again, while Twilight did the same. Together, the horny pair properly angled his turgid shaft for penetration.
The height difference meant Twilight couldn’t properly thrust up into her, which seemed to be exactly what Sombra wanted. In this position she had complete control to move how she liked, and Celestia's pet bitch couldn’t stop her!
Queen Sombra moved her flanks down, forcefully enclosing Twilight in the depths of her deep, dark pussy. In contrast for all the times Twilight had bottomed out in a mare and still had plenty of inches left to spare, he now wondered if he could reach all the way inside a mare so well-suited to large penetrations.
And yet Sombra still fit him tight as a glove, her honeyed well just as oppressive and muscular as the rest of her! A sinister vice choked his pole, contracting around him with all the force of her abdominal muscles. His heart-rate instantly escalated from resting... to pounding in his chest.
Every time time Sombra tightened her stomach, Twilight hissed. He yowled and squirmed like a kitten splashed with water. He clutched to her for dear life as she subjected him to her power over and over again. "HhhhhHHH! Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck! Oh Celestia... Celestia... Haaahhhh!"
But it appeared that in cursing with the Goddess’s name, Twilight had made a grave error. Sombra scowled, eyes darkening almost immediately. The next thing the little pony knew, she’d raised her hand to strike his face.
The savage slap obviously employed more of her strength than she’d intended to use. In her anger, she lacked restraint.
Twilight immediately reeled from the blow, but had become buried so deep in her that he didn’t budge an inch. There was no escape for the little unicorn, from now until to the end of his corruption.
Sombra took a moment to compose herself before she spoke, but even when she did her heart still pounded in jealousy: "If you wish to live, little Unicorn, do not ever say that name within earshot of me again."
Celestia! How vile! She would outdo the Alicorn whore.
But then... Wasn’t she already doing that? She allowed herself a smirk. After all, there was more to be gained from playing with Twilight than just access to his gorgeous body... A chance to steal Celestia's favourite partner right out from under her was much too perfect for the Queen to pass up.
Yes, screwing Twilight was her greatest victory of Celestia yet. The absolutely phenomenal length of schlong that squished deeper in her than any other stallion ever had was simply an added bonus.
So, not waiting for Twilight's response, Sombra shifted her stance, moving to squat over him. She placed her hands on shoulders so small they were engulfed.
Then she really began to work her hips. Holding Twilight against the edge of the pool for dear life, the much-larger mare could choose when and how he slid into her, completely controlling the flow of their lovemaking.
With forceful clenches of her powerful hindquarters, the Amazonian moved up and down his pole, stroking him off with her dangerously-addictive pussy.
From the very first inch onwards the little sissy arched his back, clawing at her with his hands and raking her flawless flesh. She chuckled inwardly at that: it did him as much good as scratching stone. A single flex of her brutal behind bounced his hands right off, and he had to scramble to recover his grip.
Twilight tossed his head this way and that, eyes bugging as he stared up at the ceiling. He became aware of a sound like distant thunder rumbling far away... until he realized Sombra's shoulders shook with laughter. She amused herself watching him struggle, watching the young stallion go mad. She looked on cheerfully - delightedly! - as Twilight lost a little more of his mind with every inch of seductive, dominating evil that engulfed him.
It filled her with great delight. Conquests like this were what Sombra had been born for.
Twilight lost his grip on reality. Why he was here, he couldn't remember. Why Celestia and Luna had ever considered Sombra an enemy, he couldn't remember.
Why he had ever regarded Sombra with anything other than awe? Well, he definitely couldn't remember that.
As her velvety cunt pushed further and further down around him, it massaged his every inch as if her sweet insides were coated in tongues.
Pinned, and thoroughly dominated, Twilight had absolutely no chance to employ any kind of trickery or perform any moves that would make Sombra infatuated with him. He lost any faith he’d had about taking her on head-to-head.
She had him completely at her mercy, his only hope was that she'd at least realize that he was but a mere mortal pony, and that he couldn't possibly keep up with her ferocious lusts.
Twilight's heart pounded harder than ever in his chest. His breathing turned irregular as Sombra reached the bottom of his humongous girth. Even Celestia had struggled with that much cock on occasion, but somehow Sombra made it a walk in the park. Not to say Sombra wasn't feeling it: even with her stoic behavior Twilight still felt her slathered his cock in her juices. He moaned, climax approaching much faster than he'd ever experienced before, balls swollen to the brim with thick, virile sperm. He had enough there to impregnate every mare in a five-mile radius, let alone her!
Sombra, for her part, had seen that look of abject pleasure on a stallion's face many times before. She knew that the boy approached bursting point. She could get anything she wanted from him now, and she wasn't about to let that opportunity slip by.
Suddenly, without warning, she disengaged from Twilight with a wet "schlorp.” Thick cunt disengaging from fat prick.
She dragged Twilight back to reality with nothing more than the cool air striking his member. He looked around in confusion. Sombra had vanished.
He was certain he would've noticing her leaving the water, but no ripples in the surface suggested as much. For a long moment he stood in the water, positively hyperventilating after such a rough bout of sex.
It was only when Twilight sorely wished to finish so badly that he reached for his shaft. Only when he’d grasped his veined pole with both trembling fists, did the musclebound Queen make her move.
She seized Twilight from behind. With a single hand, she hauled him out of the water.
Sombra carelessly slid Twilight onto the tiled floor, laying him on his back. In an instant, the titanic bitch stood over him, legs firmly planted on either side of his body. Outrage bloomed on her beautiful face.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Sombra snarled down at Twilight. She played the vision up with her magic, and got the desired effect: hateful eyes burned like embers in that thick black cloud of smoke encircling her. She looked like a burning devil, straight from Twilight's wickedest nightmares.
But this was one vision of evil Luna couldn't hope to protect him from.
Sombra smirked as her little plaything cringed away, shivering in fear once more. "I'm sorry! Please forgive me!" he squealed, so eager to placate.
Sombra just hunkered down over him. "You've had your chance to please me.”
She placed a fingertip on his chest, needling his soft little belly. “Now I'll take what I want."
"So keep your hands to yourself !" The Queen bent fully over her prey, reaching between her legs to hold his ankles.
Seeing her huge arms moving, her exquisite body flexing and contorting with her actions, actually managed to cut through Twilight's fear... She looked so good like that. So flawless. A truly built woman. In the end, it seemed like no amount of fear could keep little Twilight down.
Sombra glanced down at his pole approvingly. She smiled inwardly. A villainess took pride in the fear and terror she spread... and in that way, they seemed perfectly matched for each other! Every time she gave him a little fright or made his heart pound a scootch faster, his plump little pecker got a little more erect. It was... cute. She could sympathize with a male who wanted to propagate a little more before Sombra snuffed him from existence... He just wanted to leave future generations behind to also bow and scrape at Sombra’s feet, mm?
Well, either way, it was a good thing for him his prodigious nuts were swelled to full capacity. Nothing less would sate this Queen!
Twilight yelped as Sombra tightened her grip on his slender, ladylike ankles and hoisted his flailing legs back with a single flex of her warrioress biceps. She folded them all the way back, placing his ankles up around his head.
Sombra squished Twilight’s thighs onto his lithe chest, the girthy thickness of his lower body so great the flesh sumptuously spilled, not just sitting on his belly but bulging over the sides. She kept pushing down, as if folding his ankles behind his head.
By Celestia... Such a humiliating position, even for a twinky little sissy like him... Fully bent over in half, fat ass and fatter breeding tool in the air... totally exposed like some bitch for rutting.
"Oh no..." whined Twilight, looking down at the traitorous tool rising up between his legs. Pinned as it was, his giant cock erected like a flagpole, shooting directly up into the air. It spasmed and twitched in the cool air of the bathroom, all his sensations and sensitivities heightened from this sex position that gave the mare all the power. "Oh no..."
"Oh yes! " growled Sombra, placing her glistening pink slit against the head of his lovely member. She split her fat labia wide open around him, pronounced fleshy clitoris and dark-pink depths coming into focus directly against his engorged member.
So at odds with the attached sissy Twilight, his member jumped up of its own accord, drawn to the warmth of Sombra's sticky breeding hole. She squatted over him like a champion body-builder preparing for the lift, hands clasped together before her breasts, powerful back muscles shifting and rippling as she considered the load.
"Not again ..." Twilight whined, his experience with Nightmare Moon still fresh in his memory... right before the mighty she-bitch dropped her ass all in one go. The long and drawn out sound of her pussy swallowing him filled his ears, a greedy slurp to accompany his throbbing stallionhood disappearing between her lips.
Down, down, down, Sombra went. She kept on dropping, and Twilight saw stars. She went from tip to base in a single thrust, every inch of her muscular, developed pussy massaging him effectively and ruthlessly. Her thighs impacted on his thick, upraised buttcheeks with an echoing clap that echoed through the bathroom.
I’m being eaten... he thought. She’s really eating me...
Sombra had done it: she had taken him to the base. She huffed and puffed, a look of utmost pride on her face as her chest fluttered up and down. She shifted her hands to her hips, struggling to keep her pleasure off her face as she rolled around on him in circles. "Mmm... This sort of sex is all you're good for, little Unicorn. If only Celestia could see her favourite student now... used as a pony-dildo! Ahaha!"
"C-Can't we ha - aaaahnnn! Can't we please have normal sex?" He barely got the words out, turning choked up when that piping-hot and steamy love-channel tightened up around his long, long dick.
It was a fair request, as far as he was concerned... How many times now had perverted mares ravenously employed him in satisfying their peculiar tastes? Too many to count, and a number Sombra seemed greatly inclined to contribute to!
How much more of it could Twilight take? How many bouts of “weird sex” with sadistic mares would it take before he became as degenerate as them, craving their dangerous brand of lovemaking? Hadn’t he originally started out just following along with Celestia’s ludicrous sexual cravings out of an admiration for his teacher?
After all, she and her sister had cultivated their twisted tastes over thousands of years... and it felt like he’d been catching up with those wicked dominatrixes in recent days. And now Sombra was putting him through the paces as well, exposing him to cruel, vindictive sex that made him want to cum so hard he couldn’t see straight.
What if he came to crave this wicked treatment? Would he ever be able to have normal sex again by the time these naughty witches were done with him?
But as much as Twilight would have preferred to return to safer, saner lovemaking, she let his protests uniformly ignored. He could only whine weakly from beneath the indomitable giantess. Of course she ignored him! Sombra had no interest in male pleasure... just satisfying herself, and making her own glorious form shake with untold pleasures. She retained total control over the thrusting and continued to decimate her little lover’s will.
Soon, Twilight’s oversized balls tightened, bulging with a powerful need to release. But no amount of pleading from those swollen blue-balled masses would reach Miss Sombra’s mercy... for she had none to give. She kept him constantly one thrust away from orgasm, delighting in his suffering.
"You'll never experience normal sex again! This is all you get from now on, slave!”
Sitting fully on Twilight’s tender bottom, Sombra didn’t even let Twilight move. The Amazon made him wait for her to move her hips, and even then she only allowed him shallow thrusts. In the end, it just further heightened his humiliation. Keeping her hands firmly planted on her hips, she began to thrust her lower body like a man's, pounding him in and out, in and out... She fucked Twilight Sparkle harder than any woman had ever fucked him before. And much harder than he could have ever dreamed of fucking anypony.
She hit his ass with her hips a few dozen times in rapid succession, sliding his fat pecker in and out of her well-greased pussy. “Go ahead and cry if you want! But it won’t change anything... You shall belong to Great Queen Sombra forevermore!"
In the battle between brains and brawn, even Twilight’s big fat brain had never stood a chance. The indomitable Amazon used pure muscle to drive him back into a corner, and crush his final attempts at resistance.
Twilight felt that slutty brain slowly being pounded out of him. Soon, he couldn't think anymore... he slavered like a bitch and ground his enslaved cock away inside the mare pounding her hips down on him, seeking whatever pleasure he could. He looked up at her, totally uncomprehending: tongue hanging out, eyes brimming over with cutesy pink and red hearts. Twilight Sparkle was a totally spellbound pony.
Sombra leaned over him, laying her smothering titties all across his body, flooding his chest with endless acres of teat-meat. She cupped the braindead boy's cheek and smiled, scratching her nails down the side of his face. "Mmmm... Did momma break you, little one?"
Sombra’s cruel laughter echoed all around the tiled bathroom. “Good! ”
She really got to work on him.
Twilight thought having Sombra laying into him before was an enlightening experience, but it faded completely when she rode him amazon style. He mewled as her tight cunt constrained about him rhythmically, gripping him tighter when she went deep, and almost letting go entirely when she pulled upwards. It was all part of her devious plan to keep him spellbound, and it worked: she wanted to hear him beg for it, and he was clearly getting close. Every precious second he wasn't inside was torture for the poor stallion.
In his growing obsession, Twilight even attempted to raise his hips, thrusting upwards at her... only to receive a lascivious, fanged grin from Sombra for his efforts. She made her next downwards thrust the strongest yet, and kept him inside her this time. She gyrated her hips around, using his strong cock as her throne.
"That's it, boy... Forget all about wretched Equestria! You follow a new Queen now!” Sombra declared in voice dripping with sadism.
She rolled her malicious hips in the most tantalizing fashion, pushing her dark behind back against Twilight's massively-swollen balls. She teased the pussy-drunk stallion every inch of the way, keeping him on edge and making him regret ever following the banner of some dowdy, forgotten Alicorn.
“Show Sombra who your true Queen is!"
"Mmph, please!” Twilight pleaded. “Please let me cum inside!"
It took all of Twilight’s strength, but somehow under all her weight he still managed to raise his hips a few inches off the ground... all in search of pussy. He brushed the plump lips that so tormented his shaft, just long enough to leave a trail of cock-slime along the outer rim of Sombra’s pussy.
He met the gaze of the Queen. She saw his desire manifested in his eyes. He really, really needed it.
Queen Sombra paused, taking on a mostly thoughtful pose... as if she didn’t have all that stallion cock right at the entrance to her pussy. She popped him back inside, turning her squat into something more like a sit , squeezing and releasing his overly swollen shaft in her hottest, tightest depths.
"Inside, huh?" Sombra contemplated, crooking her head to the right. He couldn’t know whether she genuinely considered it, or if this was just more psychological torture. It was not the place of a commoner to read the whims of a Queen.
"You dare ask that of your new ruler? And on the very first time she lowers herself to use a mere peasant colt like you as her concubine? Her toy?" Once more, Sombra leaned over Twilight. She placed a single finger below his chin, scraping her nail all down his neck. It hurt... and he wanted more right away.
"You've got quite the balls to request that... I may allow it..." Twilight’s heart screwed up in a knot as he looked up at this glorious vision of womanly power.
“If!’ she said. His heart sank again.
Sombra rose up over him. "If! You tell me what you really think of that Equestrian Bitch Princess, and why I am greater than she! And I suggest you put some thought into your answers... That is, if you really wish to try making a baby in her arch-nemesis, hmhmhm.”
Perhaps Twilight should have considered the meaning of those words but, as it were, all he cared about was getting to blast his virile seed straight into this voracious vixen.
Instead, he obeyed, and quickly. Shamefully quickly.
"Celestia is nnnn - nothing compared to Sombra!" the mindless little slut panted out. She’d placed Twilight beyond reason, to the point where he might not even realize what he was saying anymore.
And it still wasn’t enough. Sombra snorted with disgust, and changed her lovely thrusting into naughty twists of her hips that made him whine and squirm as she teased her slit up and down his shaft.
“More! More, runt!” she barked. “You'll have to do far better than that. I won’t settle for less than total desecration! And don’t call her by her name, haha!”
Sombra started riding Twilight in a much more rugged fashion. She pounded her ass down on him with enough force to make his balls ache.
The colt grit his teeth and arched his back. He forced himself to calm down."The Bitch Princess can’t compare to... to glorious Queen Sombra! The lesser by faaa ~ aaaar!"
Sombra licked her lips almost straight away. His words had clearly had the desired effect on her, because she switched into a more pleasing posture - to him. She rewarded him with more bounces of her big hips in his lap. She flexed her huge, fleshy ass as she fucked him sooo close to cumming.
"This much is obvious, but what else?" Sombra asked, her gyrations taking on a more gentle nature. She had to admit, the kid was growing on her. He had one of the best damn dicks she'd ever ridden, and his stamina wasn’t bad either.
"Her body can't possibly measure up to you! She's a... a big fatass who eats cake all day! " Well, he wasn’t wrong there. True, but unkind. But such measures suddenly felt necessary.
"Now we're talking!” roared great Sombra. “Let’s see how those cakes console her when I steal you away from her!”
Sombra wiped the sweat from her brow, hunkering low and intimate over Twilight. She planted her lips on his forehead, the soft “smack” of the kiss ringing in his ears.
“Well done, pet. Your Queen is satisfied... for now.”
She rose back up into her seated position. “Now let’s wring those nuts out... See how much Bitch Princess Celestia’s personal spunk bank has stored up for her...”
“Mmm! Stake your claim on history, messenger boy! Take your best shot at me!” Her timbre was rich, her command unquestionable. Sombra rode Twilight with renewed vigor, and in turn he desperately pushed himself up against her. He hoped to finish quickly and end his torment a little sooner.
Finally, Sombra felt it coming: the unquestionable twitching of Twilight’s oncoming orgasm. She flung herself forward, huge hands closing around Twilight's head and drawing his face deep into her cleavage. She let loose a ragged moan from her sultry lips.
It was the trigger Twilight needed, the colt unloading like a firehose. His cries of ecstasy were entirely muffled by Sombra’s heaving titflesh as he felt endless Celestia-bound deposits travel from his balls, interrupted on their way to his lover to be hungrily guzzled by the boiling pussy of her enemy.
Travelling up through the thick trunk of Twilight’s penis, the first blast hit Sombra's innards hard. She released a surprised yelp, and then another when the second blast hit just as hard. His powerful cream landed just short of her cervix.
With each shot, Sombra's own limit drew closer. She hit her own apex, and her pussy seized up entirely. She squeezed Twilight's cock with all her force.
It was a strong milking reaction that could not be denied, adding limitless force to his violent ejaculations. With no chance of escaping the way it came, his seed continued flooding Sombra's dark, dark pussy, the sheer volume pounding into her cervix and forcing its way inside to soak her womb to the brim.
All the while, Sombra and Twilight howled like banshees. His cries muffled by her chest, hers full-volume... like the growling of a victorious lioness.
Sombra couldn't tell how many shots it had been. Her own orgasm left her dazed and confused. But considering how deliciously full her womb felt, she felt quite satisfied with her newest conquest.
Evil had a great victory today. A very pleasurable, drawn-out victory.
Realizing Twilight lay limp under her, Sombra finally relinquished his head from the depths of her chest. It was the part of a generous Queen to allow her servants the pleasantry of oxygen, after all.
She looked down into his eyes. After a long moment, Queen Sombra set her jaw.
"I've had better," she said plainly, before standing. She did her very best to hide the way her legs still trembled from her own orgasmic aftershocks.
"But...” she said. “... I think I'll keep you around anyway. Now get yourself washed up, you’re... you’re a mess. Hmph."
Defeated, Twilight looked up at her from under his tangled mess of mane. His chest heaved as he sucked in great lungfuls of air.
The Queen turned and strutted out of the bathing area, leaving a twitching, panting Twilight alone. His drooping length released a few final strings upon the wet tiles.
In his current state, he wasn’t going anywhere.
Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
Poor, precious little Twilight Sparkle! As much as the wide-hipped, angel-faced cutie did his best to keep afloat and stable-minded, his life seemed to have a way of making him feel like a very tiny, sissy fish in a pond overflowing with dominant, horny mares. While in truth it had been four long months since his magical duel with Princess Celestia, in some ways it still felt as if he had been battling the monarch for his freedom and livelihood just yesterday!
There was no mistaking it: Twilight lived in a world where strong women, far larger and vastly more powerful than him, ruthlessly saw to mate with him over and over. And they showed little concern for his comfort at best . Whether they held his ankles in the air while they rode his oversized member, or threw him face-down into the sheets and hoisted his dick back between his legs to unload in their ravenous pussies, it seemed all the same to them!
It wasn't fair! Nope~!
Worst of all, Celestia took her royal predilection for pretty pupil cock further than even he could have guessed. Had she decided to pass Twilight off to her friends for them to use?
It could be the explanation for how things had turned out over the last few days... and why he now sat on a bed in the Crystal Empire castle wearing nothing but a set of breezy robes more fitted to a courtesan than a royal advisor. Twilight Sparkle clutched his hands to his shoulder tightly, feeling truly ravaged.
The night before had been traumatic, with Sombra taking Twilight like wild Timberwolves to a defenseless filly. He held little doubt tonight’s activities would repeat the high notes.
To behold the indomitable Queen Sombra was terrifying. Celestia might offer more than enough plump softness for a dozen mares, yet all he’d ever get from Sombra was hard, dark muscle.
Where Celestia teased, Sombra brutalized. And most important of all, where Celestia always overflowed with good cheer, Sombra lacked any humour not directly born from cruelty... and laughing at the misfortune of others.
Fashion was another sticking point between the two. It would have been a point of great contention between them... After all, Equestrian stallions and mares alike considered themselves some of the luckiest residents of the whole wide world when it came to what Celestia put on display: her knockout body - pure fabulousness - already packed enough sex-appeal to excite just about anypony, anywhere... but when one factored in the skimpy, loose and silken garments she so often favoured, it became too much to bear!
Celestia seemed intent on keeping her whole nation constantly leering and horny. They drooled over the perfect body in the most eagerly-presenting outfits, oft-times parallelling the height of Equestrian fashion.
Sombra, on the other hand, while possessing a similar amount of beauty... more than enough to bring a stallion to his knees, or render him braindead and compliant with a single glimpse of breasts or pussy. But she did her humble populace no such favours as Celestia! She hid herself away in the depths of hard, dark armoured garbs, built for protection first. Titillation, if thought of at all, was a far distant consideration as long as Sombra ruled the Crystal Empire with her iron fist.
Maybe, then, another pony in Twilight’s position would have considered himself quite lucky to have seen so much more of her the night prior... In truth, she must have rode him ten or eleven or twelve times all told... milking him over and over, working her hungry hips until he simply couldn’t achieve erection any longer and she left him to quiver and mewl on the floor... Until seed endlessly flowed from her fucked-out slit.
But all Twilight thought of was that he had left the Amazonian brute unsatisfied.
Which meant a return.
Which meant a repeat of those events. Or worse. If he couldn’t satisfy Sombra with conventional means, what diabolical methods would she turn to in search of fun?
Those were the thoughts on his mind as Sombra left her own quarters and began sashaying her way to his.
Despite the windows being shut and no breeze passing through his chambers, Twilight shivered. He shifted his womanly hips from side-to-side on the bed, moulding the mattress to his rather plump behind. Would this continue until he couldn't go any longer? Would she break him?
Sure enough, he had to do something. He had to fight his fate as a Crystal Empire concubine! If Twilight wanted to make it back home to Celestia and his dear friends, he needed a plan to overcome Queen Sombra.
Twilight felt the icy chill of Sombra’s presence long before the tyrannical ruler reached his chambers. His puffy little chest and nethers alike both perked up under his nightgown as he listened to the sound of metal on stone growing louder and closer.
Boom! The door slammed open as though it was terrified of getting in her way. She stepped into his chambers.
Her glimmering eyes clearly indicating she wanted much more playtime, and much more breakage of a little purple pony. He quickly rose to his feet, wondering what he could possibly do to placate her.
Even with Twilight in a cute pair of platform heels, Queen Sombra still towered over him. In fact, even with all that extra height from his tottering, sparkling footgear with the extra-long heels, the tip of his horn barely even reached her chest! This went beyond mere size difference... Sombra could probably blow him away with just one flex of her beefy bicep. She’d break him without even trying.
"Yesterday, I ordered you to join me for breakfast." Her breakfast, one that no doubt involved Twilight only getting to eat what he could lick from between her legs under the table, "If Celestia's pet cannot be trusted with something so simple, perhaps your leash has been too loose."
Her long, curved, blade-edged horn glowed with dark, purple energy. She lifted Twilight into the air.
Sombra's magic was nothing like the feel of basking in warm sunlight like with Celestia. Instead, it felt like the heat was being leeched out of the poor stallion as he floated towards her. He was held rigidly upright with his head tilted all the way up, his dainty arms pinned behind his back. Sombra moved him close, close enough to feel the her breath on his exposed skin. "Won't she be pleased, then, when I send you back an obedient little bitch ?”
“You agree, don't you?" To punctuate the point, she tightened her telekinetic grip on him, quickly reminding him of the gulf in their power.
Twilight gurgled. He kicked his legs helplessly in mid-air. He clutched at his throat, where her magic formed an involatile seal.
"So... tight..." he whined in a strangled voice, clawing at his own throat. As if he could possibly ever break her control with his bare hands!
"Ghhkk... Can't... breathe..."
Twilight panicked. And when lightheadedness from lack of oxygen set in, he panicked harder. How far had things strayed from the initial mission outline that he, an Envoy of Peace, was having his life threatened by the very royal he’d come to negotiate with?
In a moment of true panic, Twilight's horn glowed brightly. He raised a hand and extended his fingertips, willing a bolt of force to strike the bold monarch and knock her off her feet, at least allowing him to fall back down to the ground.
Celestia had always taught Twilight to select his magic for the occasion, stressing over and over the importance of conserving energy. Even a magician as talented as Twilight possessed a limited pool of energy to draw from, so he must consider every spell in his vast repertoire against the situation before casting.
In this case, the little mage heeded Celestia’s wise advice by resorting to a little-used miniature tornado spell. Twilight had thrown out one of the most dangerous spells at his command, making up for a slow pace of travel and low accuracy with demolishing force. The spell was more for clearing out enemy fortifications than use on living targets; it would bore a hole in the bedroom's marble wall if allowed to travel that far. A direct collision with a pony could be lethal, but the great gale of noise and its slow speed meant just about anypony could get out of the way in time.
Despite the strain on his neck and his fears for his own safety, Twilight diligently rendered the magic's travel even slower still. He held it in the air between them, hoping to coax Sombra to release him with the threat alone. Even when he finally cast the attack out, hoping she'd release her hold on him long enough to duck out of harm's way, she stood steadfast. She tilted her head back, watching with obvious amusement.
With a great howling of the elements, the young stallion concentrated all the power at his command into a cone and hurled it from outstretched fingers. The air between the armour-clad giantess and the dangling, flush-faced boy spun into a great shadowed vortex that soared towards her breast. Rather than taking the path of least resistance, Sombra snorted and simply raised her gauntleted fist as the magic whistled across the gap between them. The forceful wall of magic struck her mailed fist dead-on and blasted harmlessly apart.
The strong magical energies dissipated without even gathering enough force to topple one of the great Crystal Empire vases resting behind Sombra. She snorted through her nostrils at him.
As a reward for his treacherous actions, Queen Sombra flexed her strength even further. She drove Twilight back against a pillar, wrapping him around the great carven column and advanced.
"So you aren't just a lazy mongrel. You still have the fire to bite your owner's hand." She reached out, grabbed his horn, and began to apply pressure, sending a dull throb through Twilight's whole body as his magical circuity started to fray. Just a little more force and it'd crack.
"Celestia told me you were a clever pony but that was very, very stupid. I wonder if you know that now?" This time she used her hand on his throat, fingertips pressed against the column behind him, "If I choose to choke you, make you turn a shade of blue, do you bite at me? Or do you thank me for the privilege?"
Both of his wrists together was almost as thick as one of hers. Twilight looked foolish gripping her hard, firm hand in both of his, trying to prise it away and ultimately being unsuccessful. "Celestia... Where are you?" he thought to himself, praying for salvation and finding none.
Sombra finally released Twilight, allowing him to slump to the floor. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, then rolled over onto his back.
Twilight made a sinful sight of himself down there on the tiles, arms spread out, tongue lolling. He looked mindlessly grateful for the gift of oxygen as it flowed back into his scorching lungs.
His robes had fallen to one side, leaving his pale, fluttering chest bare. That beast of a mare had the perfect view of him as he voraciously sucked in air. A few moments later, Twilight remembered the danger, and rose to a sitting position with his back against the column. "Nhh."
He looked up at imperious Sombra and slowly wiped the tears from his reddened eyes. Measuring his breaths, Twilight forced out a reply... before Sombra decided to hurt him again. "Wait... Wait, my Queen. You are right, that was foolish of me."
For the moment, he swallowed his pride. He needed time to think, and took that time in any way he could. Enough stolen moments would ultimately drift together into the stream of minutes he needed to formulate a plan and escape.
In some ways, this encounter was similar to his night with Celestia. He thought back to that frantic night amidst her sheets where even he, a pony who lacked anything like the blood of a noble, had not only bedded, but dominated, the great Princess Celestia, a goddess made flesh. He had made her confess to her place as a slave under the rule of Twilight Sparkle... He had even adorned his head with her crown! In this moment, now more than ever, he needed another flash of inspiration like he had back then. Twilight needed to formulate an insane plan from the half-formed thoughts spinning through his head, and he needed the daredevil bravery to put it in motion. He needed to take command, even if it meant his own future was on the line.
All he had to do was outwit a Goddess and come out on top.
And the stakes were much higher this time. Sombra might not brook a second case of disobedience.
Twilight bowed his head, hiding the look of fear on his face. "I was foolish to disobey my queen. You are... stronger than Celestia. Wiser than she. I will serve obediently from now on, and thank you for p - punishment and praise alike.”
He scrunched his face up, and looked up at her directly. “Allow me to serve you, my Queen!"
The little purple-haired magician peeked up at her from under his full mane of purple-pink hair. His tongue poked out of the bottom corner of his mouth as he watched those bountiful breasts heaving, that stern, impassive expression remaining on her face. As the seconds stretched out, and her silence continued, Twilight Sparkle began to curse himself. Too obvious! he thought. There was no way she'd ever have bought such a simplistic ruse, so obviously designed to trick his way into her trust.
"Honeyed words and a liar's eyes. You think I do not see through you? Foolish colt!" Sombra gathered magical energy up overhead. She held enough crackling energy over him to obliterate him from existence if he so much as raised his head too high.
But, as swiftly as it had built up, it petered out. "But no matter. Whatever schemes you’re harbouring in that allegedly -cunning mind of yours, all I have to to do is show you how futile your efforts are. Your plans bearing no fruit might even educate you faster than the taste of my whip.”
Yes, the way Sombra saw it, Twilight simply was not a threat. A kitten had no reason to hide its fangs, and there was little point in trying to teach it such a lesson, especially when there were better things to teach. "Since you failed to show for breakfast, you can go hungry for the day.”
“And since you failed to please me last night..." There was a thundercrack from her horn, black lightning arcing outwards and striking Twilight square between the legs.
It was more of a shock than painful. Cold, hard metal formed around his most impressive horn, and squeezed down tighter and tighter. The perverted little pony might not have appreciated his rough treatment, but he'd responded to it, and now the infernal device she'd struck him with was punishing him for exactly that. It dug into his most sensitive flesh, draining his heat, until both balls and shaft were locked away in a cage that seemed far too small to contain the monster when excited. "Something to encourage you. I like my slave girls to be hot and needy."
Twilight winced as the hard device sealed tight around his member. He extended a forefinger and gently grazed it along where he should have been able to pet a gorgeous stallionhood - and in doing so coax it to rise to its full great and strong glory. But Twilight’s masculinity had been stolen. Twilight had been denied the wonderful sensation of having a fully-erect cock. No stallion should ever be without that !
His eyes met Sombra's. "This is too much... You are too cruel! Remove this cage at once, or Celestia will..."
What would Celestia do, exactly? He was here in the Crystal Empire, and the foxy, cradle-snatching monarch was probably gorging herself on her favourite Equestrian pastries, cakes and wines even now. Twilight was alone in this.
Her horn dimly flared, and the tiny cage became even smaller, squeezing down on his balls as if the Empress held them in her own tight clutch. "So quick to prove just how honest your liar's eyes are. Exactly why you need it."
"I know exactly what it is you need, you pathetic worm . The question now is, will I give it to you...or will I deliver Celestia back a broken pet? Mmm...no, you might be more useful than that. Lick." She held out a black metal boot for him to polish with his tongue, "Someone so close to the that fat little princess, who has her ear...you could be very useful indeed to me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Useful... To be useful to Sombra.
Slowly, still feeling the sting of his previous disobedience on his skin and deeper, Twilight raised his gaze. He met the eyes of that regal, undiplomatic monster and inwardly receded a little further, becoming a little more numb to his responsibilities.
Caged and unmanned, outclassed in every way, Twilight now experienced a new kind of womanly power. One Celestia had never exposed him to.
Twilight’s relationship with Celestia was one of experimentation, two playmates discovering their sexuality together. Even when he dominated or she dominated, they maintained mutual respect. This... was nothing like this. This relationship was one based on power, where Sombra ground him down under her heel, and he accepted it.
He looked up at Sombra. Or rather, the royal powerhouse's chest commanded his vision. It dragged his eyes upwards to her gigantic, armour-clad titties.
Of course, they were so large he barely saw her smug look of superiority over the top of them. All Twilight glanced was her narrowed, smirking eyes peeking over their tops, a few wisps of her smoky black hair and that gemstone blazing over her horn. Sombra's gigantic breasts dominated from above, filled with womanly power.
Twilight gave in. Queen Sombra was a Goddess, what else was there to do but worship? The small pony crawled towards her on hands and knees. She watched, boiling his body with her gaze, all the while bearing a maniacal gaze that grew wider with each inch closer he came to her.
Twilight heeled like a good dog for his mistress and took up his position before her mailed boots. He had only been in her clutches for a single day and he already felt like he'd been worn down to a bare soul. He completely exposed himself for the wicked one's amusement.
His hope finally winked out, replaced by a roasting-hot, burning submission. Twilight’s constrained member hardened, causing pain to spread from the tip downwards.
"Please have mercy," he whimpered in a voice so quiet she could barely hear it. He tightened his big, pink boy-lips... and then let his mouth yowl wide open, his long tongue dangled over the shiny reflective steel. The tip touched gingerly, and then he dropped his head.
Inch after inch of twink-tongue coiled onto her boot, unfurling across his length, leaving sticky trails of saliva. With no recourse left but to pray for mercy, the hot little stallion traced his tongue back and forth across the length of Mistress Sombra's boot. He tasted the full bitterness of his defeat.
He closed his eyes, unable to think of anything but the sizzling-hot pain in his member... and knowing relief would not come.
Twilight's plan had failed. Queen Sombra had won completely.
Sombra watched the slutty pony worship and grovel obsequiously, already a blubbering mess. Good . After her long slumber, it felt much too long since such a welcome sight had graced her eyes. It was her place to conquer and tame weaker ponies, especially pesky prodigies who thought they wielded real power. She licked her lips, thinking for a moment of what it would feel like when at last she had the sun princess herself in that position. It would be simply too delicious.
Sombra lightly tapped his cheek with the side of her boot, "Mercy is the privilege of the strong to dispense as they see fit. You have no right to ask for it. If you wish better treatment, you'll need to make yourself useful."
"Perhaps I'll have you keep the animals in my stable company. Or if you're a good boy, maybe you can use that educated mind of yours to work the kitchens, mm? Equestrian cuisine might not be so bad... Wouldn't you like that?"
It was growing more difficult to meet his new monarch's gaze, but once again Twilight raised his long-lashed eyes to hers.
"Yes... I can serve..."
Twilight came to kneel before her, seeking intimacy with Lady Sombra. He shuffled forward uncomfortably until he was up against her leg. He tucked his shoulder in against her thigh, and nuzzled his head into her plate-mailed crotch. "Serving Lady Sombra would make me so happy..."
As he crept closer, the little unicorn took in the intoxicating scent of her womanhood. Like the rest of her, it was strong and musky, unfiltered by the dignities of high society like he and Celestia. The many perfumes he wore were powerless before her smell. His little nose took it all in.
The real scent of a powerful warlord made his eyes roll back and his tongue dangle futilely. Twilight truly had the look of a bitch on his face now.
She leaned closer to him, making those gigantic tits wobble dangerously. He became a little more drunk on her body, a little more subdued. Sombra was so large, so well-rounded... She caught him staring and gave him another smirk for his trouble. "Hoh... That look in your eyes is too rich. I suppose you must be wondering how you could ever have been so foolish as to think you could better a body made from the purest shadow? From all the darkness lurking in the corners of your vaunted Equestria? I admit I wondered the same."
Sombra laced her fingers in Twilight’s mane, drawing her little pet slightly closer. Soon, she cupped his entire head in just one palm. It felt better than he would have liked to admit.
Twilight wanted to protest it, of course! Even a little, just for how bitch-like the position made him feel. But receiving a pat on the head from Sombra felt so good.
He leaned into her fingers, making another cute little face for her. Could any cock compare to curves as divine as hers? Even his?
Sombra spoke again. "Still, you must find a purpose... If you wish to remain my servant, you had best justify your uses quickly, Twilight Sparkle!"
She continued to taunt him. "Your talents extend past that heavy thing between your legs, don't they? I cannot afford a pet who thinks just thrusting mindlessly into me is enough. Hmmm? I have a true woman's body, made for dominating boys like you."
To rephrase her point, the Queen of this realm traced a fingertip along her huge breasts. The armour plated of her silver garb ground together around her cleavage as she tugged them down to reveal more browned flesh, then clanked and clattered when she released them and let her well-formed bosom spring back up. "Is it humiliating for you to submit to a woman? Mm?"
"My body might be battle-worn, scarred... I may be a savage who tears ponies like you down, and yet that seems to be exactly the sort of woman who suits a little animal like you. That is why you have proven yourself powerless to grind my libido into submission. Did you think you could dominate me by sheer size, sinking your cumming member into the breasts and pussy of a demoness? Your fat cock was whisked away into the shadows, sealed in darkness."
She swayed her hips enticingly, his eyes unable to do anything but follow the motion. "Did you actually think you were in control, just because you put your little thing inside me? That you asserted yourself over me, and I would simply lie passively and take it?”
Sombra tutted, continuing to swagger: “On the contrary, the wet, hot darkness closed in from all sides and choked you! Until you begged for mercy! Your member was claimed in the name of Sombra as thoroughly as if it wore my brand."
She leaned back, even as Twilight stared silently into space, tongue drooling, hanging on her every word. "Your shaft was boiled alive in a pit of shadows. And yet you still think it is enough to offer up supplication in such a useless manner? Work, little pony! When your maleness becomes nothing to me, you must work for your life with your brain and your body!"
"Hmm. If you had intended to be my concubine, I have some unfortunate news to share with you, little Sparkle," she murmured, resting a gauntleted finger on the underside of his quivering little chin. "You must find another way to honour my body if you even wish to touch it again."
Twilight's mind was slipping away. He groaned inwardly, wanting to proclaim his love for Sombra, announce his worship, and whisper and whimper that he'd do anything for her. He was growing confused, coming to love her just as much as he'd loved Celestia. His mind frantically darted for ways to "honour her body," and he abruptly alighted on the sincerest gift he could offer up. Could it work? Would she allow it?
"After a thousand years of, nm, slumber, you must be sore, great Queen Sombra," he said in a hushed voice. The monarch cocked her head, her snide grin turning to a frown of suspicion.
"There are many books in the great libraries of Equestria, many which I was ordered to read by Celestia as her student. Ahhh, one such tome allowed me to serve her better than any other..."
His mind flitted back to Princess Celestia. The pony with all the power, the indomitable force of might and magic. Her head tilted back, her eyes pinched shut, her mouth hanging ajar and hot breathing escaping her lips.
She had twisted and contorted under the pony's skilled hands, worming her body up towards him for even the briefest, lightest of touches. Under her tutelage, and with an education from Equestria's most skilled practitioners of that art, Twilight developed a supple touch that turned even the strongest, proudest mare into a quivering wreck.
Not even Celestia, who had countless other lovers over her long life and had excellent control over her senses, could resist his hypnotic caress.
Now an opportunity to put these skills to work on Sombra’s body, arguably even more decadent and curvaceous than Celestia’s, had fallen into Twilight’s lap. His heart raced at the thought of reaching that isolated soul.
Despite his new resolution to serve, a rebellious thought began to take shape in the back of Twilight's mind. Given the current situation, and with that tight cage still clamping his nethers, the little stallion did his best to disregard it.
"Ho...?" she asked, leaning closer. "Spit it out, little stooge of Celestia. Whatever you did that made her happy, I deserve it a hundred times over."
He surprised himself by actually questioning her judgment. "Are... Are you certain, my Queen? Ahh... It can be, nn, overwhelming for the subject and..."
Her roar of outrage shook the entire bedroom, her fist slapping into one of the marble columns with enough force to leave a jagged crater. Cracks snaked over and around the encircling structure. "You dare?! You shall not question Queen Sombra again! I am better than her! I am stronger than her! Overwhelming! The very idea makes me scoff!"
"Very well... I, ah, became skilled at giving the members of the royal family..."
That fist came down on the pillar a second time, making those cracks radiate out a little more seriously. At this rate she might drive her fist clean through the pillar. "Spit it out!"
"... Massages. I gave Princess Celestia, Princess Luna and Princess Cadance massages..."
Sombra regarded Twilight with cold eyes and a twist to her mouth for a short but intense silence. She was taking a moment to figure out just how to respond. "... A massage? You thought a massage would overwhelm me?" She grabbed his wrist, bending back his palm with her thumb until the strain hurt, "You thought these delicate little girl hands would have the strength to overpower me?" She lifted him with one arm, then squeezed his soft bicep, "You thought you had the strength that posed a risk to me with these arms?"
Sombra exhaled sharply through her nose, "Or is the answer more simple than that?" She flicked the new metal covering between his legs, the force penetrating through, "You're simply a slutty little pony blinded by lust that will make up any excuse just to have the chance to touch my glorious, perfect body." She didn't phrase it as a question, "Very well. I'll let you perform this “massage.” It shall be your final chance to serve me.”
“And when it fails to please me, I will gladly find a proper use for your worthless self."
Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
They set a time and a place for the deed to take place.
In the moments leading up to Sombra’s massage, Twilight reflected that he was once again placing his future in the hands of his ability to pleasure a female. It was almost too much to bear. The little pervert had been Celestia's right hand for too long, and had become far too cushioned and soft from castle life. Twilight Sparkle was made for being pampered and pleasured. He wanted to laze regally on silk cushions in opulent castles, with books, wine and maybe a hand-pony or two gently tending to him...
But soothing the temper of a maniacal despot! That wasn't him at all~ His life was in danger, and the more he thought about the punishments Sombra would inflict on him, the more hopeless his plan seemed.
Twilight concentrated on once again reciting the many tactile spells he'd discovered and perfected under Celestia's tutelage, as he tried not to buckle under the pressure. They had become quite effective over time, developed from Celestia's initial urge to have his hands magically warmed while rubbing her chest and hindquarters, and had progressed almost naturally to perversion from there... What member of the Equestrian royal family didn't enjoy being touched so expertly by fingers infused with such great amounts of magic that they were left whimpering, shuddering wrecks? It was in the comforts of their own castles, and Twilight had been simply too much of a sissy to ever actually try anything... Even when he'd used his fingers to draw simultaneous orgasms from Cadance, Celestia and Luna all at once...
Even having three princesses begging for mercy and release before him, he hadn't...
Twilight gulped, and put the thought of his mind. This was different. He had to do whatever it took to get Sombra round to his way of thinking. Until this was over and he was free, Twilight had to think of the despotic warlord as his enemy. Right now, when he was completely unmanned and she had every possible advantage at her disposal, he just had to!
Where she had the magic of an entire nation, and hordes of armed and armoured crystal ponies, Twilight had her mouth... Her breasts and her vagina...Those sensitive hot-spots were the only weapons he had to be used against her.
His plan depended largely on two things: First of all, Twilight had to hope that such hand-focused pleasure magic hadn't made its way to the Crystal Empire... If she even began to recognize the threads of magic winding around her, a single hand around his throat would end his trickery. On a similar note, even if she did end up begging him for mercy, pleading for the release he could offer her, it would be meaningless if one of her many guards heard her pleasured cries.
Twilight's trickery could be discovered at any moment through multiple means, and there was nothing he could do about it.
When Sombra came to the bath later on that evening, Twilight was dressed down in just a simple loincloth, leaving that soft little figure of his fully on display.
The queen was completely nude, and still glistening from her bath. The hard lines of her stomach and back were even more prominent, giving her an appearance as though she were carved from dark stones or cast in iron. Her massive chest had some respite of softness to it, sitting high on her chest, both orbs so perky that they clapped together even free of support. Her areolae contrasted themselves, large and puffy, yet with nipples small and inverted in the circles of pink.
He dipped his hands in a pool of warm water, and quickly gestured to a large stone slab about a foot off the ground. "I have already prepared the appropriate oils, my dark Queen," Twilight said in a hushed voice, directing her to the slab. "Please be seated, and I will begin."
He scooped up a pot overflowing with a thick, viscous fluid and began to approach Queen Sombra.
Sombra took her seat, stretched both arms up over her head and flexed, a series of cracks accompanying the motion, "Mmm...do your best, little pony slut. It took me a bit of thought to come up with an appropriate role for you here, and I don't want you going to it thinking it might have been avoided with a bit of luck."
Twilight watched silently, chewing his lip a little bit as he watched that monstrous, unladylike behind of hers lower down onto the slab. She was as thick behind as Celestia, perhaps even larger.
Every moment Twilight stared, his happy cock throbbed and squirmed vehemently within its unwarranted cock-cage. It banged against the steel inner walls, thudding against its confines with the great strength that came from looking upon a truly thick bitch's colossal booty. Twilight loved fat asses, whether rubbing on his face and crushing him, or wrapped around his member, and being forced to stare at hers while not having the means to seize it caused him great distress.
Twilight gulped as he came and stood behind the Queen on the slab. He hoisted himself up onto the narrow space, that clanking cage naturally settling against the back of her head and her neck. His hands brushed that smoky black foliage that was her hair, and he felt afraid to push them too deep within for what could possibly happen. Evil exuded from this woman... even just looking at her broad, muscular back when she was at ease, he could feel the unnatural physical and magical power radiating off of her. It was all laced with an undercurrent of stomach-turning darkness, making his head swim and placing butterflies in his stomach.
"Hnn... Here..."
Twilight took one of Sombra's hands and lifted her arm over her head. With the fingertips of one hand underneath her armpit, he poured the oil onto her body, letting it trail down her bicep to her shoulder... where it oozed down her neck. Next, he swept the pot inwards, attacking her bust directly. Creamy, gushing oil ran down Sombra's bosom in thick rivulets that left her body dripping lewdly.
The oil was not just a relaxant for the muscles, but also for the brain. It had been specially prepared to make a mind far sharper than his own mind lose some of its edge, and bring her more down to his level. If it worked on her, which he wasn't even sure it would, she would feel her thoughts descending into a deep, dark void from which only the simplest of urges emerged... Just the thing for a princess to momentarily forget about the day-to-day work of ruling her kingdom, or to make a Queen suggestible and pliable.
He had prepared a simple spell beforehand to insulate his own mind from its effects, allowing him to handle the goop directly.
While affecting Sombra's mind like this wasn't a completely essential part of the process, it did make Twilight feel safer. With a woman's rise in amorousness came greater willingness to be touched and molested, which would give Twilight much more necessary time to work his magic on her. It would substantially slow down the rate at which she teased out the details of his ruse.
And as he massaged her flesh, he would only be probing the goop deeper with his fingers, sinking it into every inch of her body and deepening its effect...
His breath caught as he continued to drizzle the fluid onto her flesh. "Take hold... Take hold..." he thought. "Become just a little bit dimmer... Lose some of that ferociousness for... for just a moment..."
Twilight set the pot down by her hip. He reached over and around her body, placing both his quivering hands an inch over the Queen's heaving bust. Ready to grip her tits and begin massaging in that glistening oil leaving her chest obscene and glistening. "With my ladyship's permission, I will begin the massage..."
"Begin. I'll give you ten minutes to impress me... and then I’ll send you to the Box of Two Holes." She let her neck twist side to side as the warm oil flowed down her skin. It seemed to seep through right into her muscles, tingle fiercely, leave her numb...then creep back more sensitive than ever, "Mmmmfff...." She made the sound without meaning to, half moan, half grunt. Whatever it was that was in the oil, it seemed effective. It felt...nice.
Perhaps he wouldn't be such a disappointment after all. She ran her hand up her hard stomach, scraping the oil, instinctively rubbing it into her sides, on her ribs where her large chest had deflected the initial pouring, and she gave a hiss as the pins and needles then warmth spread all over her skin. Mmm...not just skin deep. It was like the oil was soaking right into her muscles, into her bones. Even if his feeble hands proved worthless for a massage, she'd get the recipe of this oil for her own use later.
Rather than relaxing, letting out a little sigh of relief, Twilight Sparkle found himself growing more tense. The first part of his plan for survival had worked, and now he had to carry out the rest... He had journeyed all the way to the base of the mountain, and now the true climb began.
"Yes... Of course, my Queen," he huffed gently, before dropping his hands to her sides. Below her breasts and to the sides, her skin was as flawless and smooth as any pony's, or even moreso. He became mesmerized by her body, the contrast of a warrior's firmness with a maiden's softness. Twilight knew this was a moment that would be his prize alone, regardless of what happened to him after these ten minutes: now he had laid his grubby little mitts all over the immaculate body of not just one Goddess, but two.
With fingers still dripping oil, palms filled with big blobs of the stuff, he reached for the villainess's exposed tum, rendered artful by her musculature. He allowed the tiniest relaxation of his mind, and calmed his racing thoughts to a more manageable crawl. He focused on the task... and in doing so entered a familiar meditative state.
Yes, how many times had he done this with his beloved Celestia? Every night, for months and months and months Twilight had serviced the Sun Goddess in this fashion, until he would have been able to do it in his sleep. He thought back to those fond memories, gaining pleasure from seeing that horny Goddess writhing in happiness, and refocused that same energy onto Sombra.
He was touching Sombra more aggressively than he would have Celestia, prodding her firm body like a side of meat. It felt alien to him, but he began to give her the same sort of nimble, gentle touches that reduced Celestia to a quivering blob of happiness... He expected them to be too subtle and tender for this brute, but the noises Sombra made in response suggested otherwise.
Her breathing began to quicken at his touch, but only slightly. Her skin was sensitive, the muscle underneath relaxed but still hard and unyielding. The hands felt nice, if dulled by the lack of strength in his fingers. She could feel a trickle of magic seeping out of them, heating up her skin, and it was enough to make the goddess give a relaxed sigh. So this was the slut's special skill. It wasn't completely worthless, she had to admit. Perhaps she'd let him finish, let him use those fingers on her shoulders, which did feel a bit tense, if she was being honest.
Twilight reached for her tits next. Those massive breasts hanging off her frame... He touched his fingertips to Sombra's throat, and slowly tracked his hands down to sink into those great swells, remembering all the touches and caresses he'd eagerly given to Celestia, the rich, hearty, majestic Goddess that had won his heart. With those in the forefront of his mind, he seized this poisonous, twisted murderess's body and... brought her the same pleasure.
"Please, mm, excuse the crude touches," the little boytoy huffed in Sombra's ear. "I wouldn't give you anything less than the same pleasure I did Celestia..."
Twi was an expert at this, after all, taught by Equestria's finest. He sank his thumbs into the succulent flesh running along the shelf of either tit, using deep presses to manipulate her bosom. Just like countless times before this, he fanned his fingers out across the underside of her silky skin, holding as much of her chest as he could fit his hands around. He used his thumbs to intimately guided her flesh into his palms, rubbing and massaging every last bit of stress out, and coaxing her nipples into the light. His assault was merciless in its thoroughness, and the pleasure it brought the woman he loathed and feared.
"Hiiiiii!" Sombra cried out shrilly, her voice an octave higher than Twilight had ever heard from the goddess, at the moment he'd squeezed her defenseless chest. Where before her powerful muscles had dulled the impact of the magic in his fingers, her firm, pert, but still fat-filled breasts, soaked in oil, responded to his fingers like they were hot coals. The sensation burning all the way down to her pussy, flashing hot, then leaving her melted. It had an intensity unlike what she'd felt in more than a hundred years. It seemed that the magic wasn't powerful, so much as her body made more receptive. Battle-hardened reflex made her seize her magic, her razor sharp and jagged horn drawing the light of the room to its tip, a spell to swallow the pony up where he stood ready to be released...but she caught herself.
It was just a massage. It wasn't a threat. He certainly wasn't a threat. She'd simply been startled. He wouldn't catch her off guard so easily next time.
Twilight coated every inch of Sombra's breasts in the oil, scrubbing her most intimate places. Her inverted nipples were the last bastion of resistance, tucked away as if knowing what risk they were at... Once they were standing up and proud, a thumb and forefinger grip on those throbbing titty-nubs would seal her fate... At least he hoped so!
The little pony continued to probe and prod her bosom. All the while, he watched Sombra's nipples like a hawk, waiting for the moment when they peeked their tips out, and he could begin to drive deeper into her mind.
He was only drawn from his reverie when she spoke again:
"Not so..." She caught herself before she could ask him to be more gentle, "...soft! I can barely feel those girlish fingers of yours." She bit down on her lower lip, glad that he couldn't see her face, see the hot flush, the wetness in her eyes, as he continued to assault her. That flashing heat seemed to consume her, leaving her dazed and languid, lethargic. Weak? Not even. She was a goddess. She was just relaxing.
Her quickened breath had become ragged as the massage continued, her thighs starting to squirm as her whole body seemed to be heating up, especially at her sex. She was tempted to turn around and rape him right there, but her body felt so heavy, her shoulders had sunk down, her arms were limp, "Hahh...hahh...hahhh...." Just how much attention was he going to pay to her chest before...
"Celestia's Light!" She swore as her tiny nipples became exposed, then immediately pinched with his oil soaked fingers, her head throwing itself back, eyes nearly rolling back as the blast of sensation made her body shake, "Ow...ow wo...n-not so hard!"
That was what Twilight been waiting for. Sombra's voice raised in alarm was just further confirmation that he was nearly there now.
Twilight began rubbing Celestia's breasts more vigourously, sliding his fingers up and down her large areola, teasing the Queen mercilessly... He continued to paw at her chest without giving her time to recover or gather her thoughts. If he stopped now, there was certainly nothing stopping her from ending the massage. Of course she'd wish to continue later, but it would be with one of her palace guards, and a far less insidious, teasing pair of hands.
"Just... Just give me a little bit longer, I think this next part will leave you... breathless..." teased Twilight, a slight note of smugness entering his voice. She was aware of it, aware of the cheeky boy's growing control over her, but the sensation of drunkenness was slowly taking greater hold of Sombra's mind. Even his naughtiest suggestions were beginning to seem more reasonable.
"It's all part of a normal Canterlot massage... You wouldn't want to stop halfway through, would you?"
He seized her tits like he were gripping a pair of melons, palms cupping their undersides and fingers digging into royal, hallowed meat. He pushed into her nipples with both forefingers, indenting over the sensitive flesh with his invading members. Twilight sunk his fingers down to the first knuckle in Sombra's cow-tits, listening to her breathing grow more ragged and deep.
"If you feel your strength leaving you, lean back into me, my Queen... Your humble servant will support you till the very end." With her back fully on his front, perhaps even one of those hands of hers coiled around to grip the back of his head, he would have completely unrestricted access to Sombra's rack. Her titties~ The heaving, glistening femininity that formed every woman's weak point.
"Come..." Twilight panted, his voice almost as ragged as hers, all on its own. He was becoming even more aroused than before, and his breaths became more laboured as his member continued to struggle in its cage. Oh, for a short breath of fresh air, followed by plunging into an entirely different, and much more comfy, prison... In Sombra's current state, that decadent form would have been so easy to spread wide open and find the spots that would, without question, drag him deep inside. She'd refuse him exit more effectively than any cock cage ever could have.
The longer this went on, the more the breeding, baby-making chamber of her womb would be feeling a growing, unquenchable thirst for a pretty twink's steamy semen. The fire was lit, now all that was left to do was to fan the perverted flames.
"Don't be cocky, you little... hiiii... you little slut." Sombra couldn't stop squirming. The more he massaged her, the more her body was turning into jelly, the more sensitive it was becoming, and the more effect those magical fingers of his were having. It was a vicious cycle that was sapping away at her stamina. She felt like she might collapse, that she might fall forward without the strength to even catch herself, and with a choked back whimper, she let herself relax against his chest, her head leaning back to rest on his shoulder.
She felt a tingling on her wrists, saw sparkling purple magic, then felt her limp arms being raised up and behind her, till her oily fingers were buried in Twilight's thick mane. The pose separate her heavy orbs, leaving them even more exposed than before. Some part of her realized that she should be outraged at such a presumptuous move by the pony, but... it felt nice. And she was too tired, too weak?, to move her arms on her own, let alone hold them up. No, that wasn't right. He was doing this for her. She was relaxing, letting go. Simply enjoying this to its fullest. If that cow Celestia could withstand this, then there was no question that she could do the same.
Sombra's thighs rubbed against each other, her juices mixed in with the oil on the stone slab. The poisonous lust had spread, from a tingling at her clit, to a deep ache in the center of her womb... She swallowed. Just as soon as this massage was over, she'd need an army of stallions to satisfy her!
Twilight leaned over Sombra's shoulder, looking down at her breasts as he continued to wear down the Shadow Queen's defenses... Just a little bit more, a few more nudges, and it would be over. He continued pumping more relaxing, soothing magic into her... the stallion's strongest attack magic hadn't left a dent, yet here she was receptively opening her mind up to him so he could pour in torrents of brain-blasting mental magic, turning a ferocious and powerful chess master into a brainless puddle of feminine hormones.
Once the little mastophile behind her had his full sampling of breast, Twilight carefully moved on to the next stage of his plan. He helped Sombra lie on her side on the slab, and followed her down, laying behind her. While she was now using one hand to support herself, he kept the other over her head, massaging her side, her waist and her breasts... while stealthily moving down to her exposed and delightfully vulnerable nethers.
"You should have fitted yourself with a chastity belt of your own," Twilight thought to himself. "Because now I can get at you right here..."
Twilight held Sombra’s firm, upraised tit firmly. He moved her body, turning her face-down on the slab. She wouldn't even be able to see what he was doing back there! The little pervert sat down on her knees, squishing them under his thick behind, and moved his hands to her oversized behind. After it had taunted him so much before, this only felt like fair payback. "Your body truly is amazing, Lady Sombra. Especially back here... You have incredible hips."
His fingers fell onto her bottom, stretching out to dominate the cheeks, squishing them together and plying them with gentle touches. Twilight's ultimate goal was now directly before him, the shapely swell of her butthole, and the fat plump pussy that formed the pleasure-craving entrance to her womb... He could have attacked them first and foremost, but instead Twilight took the scenic route, once again leaving Sombra hungering for more.
"Whatever happens, I'll be spellbound by this form for the rest of my days~" Twilight purred, as he slowly and gently spread her pussy lips apart, feasting his eyes on the pink within. Last night had passed in such a rush, he'd never been granted the opportunity to truly admire this part of her... which was exactly what the horny little pervert did! It was a true marvel of nature that even a sinful demon made flesh like Sombra could have such a well-formed and receptive body, so suited to pleasuring even the meekest of stallions.
That barbaric cage about his member clanked again in the most unseemly fashion, another reminder that he must have it off... He must! Well, he had a plan for that.
"Bring it closer... Raise your behind, Lady Sombra" Twilight's fingers trailed over the split pink peach, inviting her to drive those lewd fat asscheeks that bulged so obscenely all the way up to his face.
She let him guide her down to her side, let him manhandle her, even let his tongue spout off such ridiculous lines that would have gotten other ponies incinerated on the spot had they been said in her presence. She was just so...relaxed. And distracted. She was horny, her pussy craving attention, her body craving relief. If was as if the decades of tension in her muscles had concentrated into a single spot, and now it was begging for him.
"Nnnnf... Watch your tongue, you suh..." Her words slurred out as the words tripped on her tongue, "...slut. And hurry and finish. I've more important things to take care of tonight."
Nonetheless, Sombra did slowly force her mons pubis off the stone slab, thighs staining for enough strength to raise herself up just a few inches, giving him perfect access. Even with her legs spread, the lips of her sex only showed the pink inside when he pushed them apart with his fingers, hiding the smooth folds behind those plump lips. The complete lack of pubic hair only made it look even more immature. Spread apart, Twilight was given view of a delicate hole as he'd even seen, one that would even be too tight a fit for his stallionhood...and one with its hymen still intact.
Surely the queen wasn't a virgin after all this time, but some combination of her body's divine healing and a lack of...proper penetration had left her with an almost childlike sex. No matter how strong she had trained her body, no matter how much magical power she had attained, this part, more than any other, was mortal, soft, and weak.
As Sombra brought that juicy rear closer and closer to Twilight's face, the little pony's heart pounded in his chest. This wasn't the brutal, creatively cruel beast who had dominated him yesterday, it was nothing like her at all.
That monster had towered over Twilight, looked down on him with the utmost scorn and contempt... But this was the fat, upraised ass of an overdeveloped sow. It bulged lewdly, and the cheeks bounced when she shook them, inviting firm male hands to spank and aggressively tease. Even a sissy like Twilight knew how to treat a fat ass like this!
When she shook her butt for him so invitingly, it stripped away the layers of agency and command. Shadow Queen Sombra had been left a horny female, chattel for breeding with.
He began stimulating her with two fingers at first, working her from the top and then shifting his fingers down. With the fingers of his other hand, Twilight drew circles around Sombra's butthole just like Celestia had taught him, driving the heated Goddess to even greater pleasure.
Suddenly, Sombra cried out, pussy twitching and tightening lewdly. Her upper body collapsed suddenly, arms going limp. Her heaving tits dropped to spill across the length and breadth of the stone slab beneath her. “Uuu...”
"Does that feel good, my evil Queen?" Twilight asked in a soft voice. It was... It was working!
He began to move his deft fingers faster. "Do you wish for more?"
Sombra was gasping for breath now, breathing through a mouth that she could barely keep her tongue inside, let alone closed. Her whole body was tingling. The muscles inside her sex were going into spasms, squeezing onto Twilight's fingers.
"Fuah...." She swallowed, attempted to get her mouth working, "Felt...good. Yes. More of that." She squeezed her hands together, raised her hips up off the stone, closer towards him, "N-now that I've found something useful for a useless pony like yourself, you can expect me to exploit it till you drop!" The orgasm was starting to fade, the mindless pleasure receding enough to give her enough mind to let him know who was in charge.
But even as the pleasure faded, her body was aching, excitement building up faster than before. Whatever it was he'd done, she could tell she was going to need more of it until she'd be satisfied. Would those fingers be enough?
Twilight gasped, unable to keep his shock off his face a moment longer. It seemed that for all the weight on the lofty crown on Sombra's head, the squishy mind just underneath it was unusually soft and pliable.
With the evil queen's defenses lowered, Twilight was able to study her mind more closely. He was most relieved by what he saw there.
In truth, it was as if her orgasm had sprung a small, yet significant, leak in Sombra's mind. Now her thoughts had spilled out, falling into harmless disarray. It was nothing unusual at all, and if she had been given a few minutes to compose herself, the Queen would have gathered her senses and reasserted her will over little Twili.
Twilight decided to save her the trouble. With a burst of some of his strongest magic, magic she was now in no state to repel, Twilight's horn glowed a fierce, luminescent purple. He grit his teeth and began pumping an overwhelming amount of mind-altering magic into the Queen.
Rather than recoiling from it, Sombra leaned forwards. She blissed on the magical energies, eyes swirling and mouth hanging limp, caught in the ray of energy soaking into her brain like a sponge. She was mind-controlled.
With some care, Twilight gently gathered the all manner of the Queen's thoughts in their loose and free state. He carefully changed a few little details here and there, then jammed them back in her mind, snapping her back to a level of clarity she would incorrectly believe was her own.
With that out of the way, the little cherubic pony moved closer to the drooling lips of her pussy, studying it intently. Sure enough, her orgasm had been powerful, leaving even this dynastic warlord even more dazed and confused. Now that Sombra had come down from her high, she was seeking pleasure, and turning to him as its provider. Now all he had to do was make her think the rest had been her idea...
Twilight gripped one of those huge round buttcheeks in either hand, dipping his face between them. Aside from his chin peeking out the underside, and the shock of colour that was his purple and pink mane, Twilight's entire face was buried in Sombra's big fat ass. It was warm and soothing: under different circumstances he would have enjoyed her fleshy form more.
"My Queen... Allow me to service you further... Caged as I am, this is the best I can do, mmm?"
Not waiting for her answer, Twilight split her peach open with his tongue, and hilted his tongue inside, dragging the rough surface back and forth inside her body. Twilight continued teasing her, bringing the queen higher and higher, turning even this act of servitude into another trick to bring her around to his way of thinking. He worked her pussy with loud sucks and slurps and lick-pops, beginning the task of heating the monarch up until she could no longer take anymore.
And then Twilight would be free of his prison. His cock, held in bondage for too long, would come victoriously swinging out. It would thud down on her mons with more weight and power than any royal scepter, right before driving balls-deep inside this vicious monster. He'd hilt in her, hold himself inside, and refuse to be pried or pulled out.
Her hands were gripping the stone slab, and with this new technique, she felt as if her lower half might melt completely off, burning hotter and hotter. That tongue! It was long and slimy and not nearly as weak as she would have thought. Even if it had been, as sensitive as she felt right now, it probably have been enough to--
"Ahhnn~!"
She moaned. Sombra, Queen Sombra, Goddess of Darkness...did not moan! But...it'd felt so good. It'd felt right to moan. Still...she slapped a hand over her mouth by instinct, looked behind to glare at Twilight to see if he'd reacted. That sissy's head was still digging away at her sex. So fast, so powerful, so...
"Mmmnnnaaa..." She bit it back into her hand as it fought to creep out, then relented. The pony slave was too busy worrying about her pleasure to even hear the tiny sounds she was making. Right. She just needed to keep it down. She could do that.
Or maybe not. The longer he kept at it, the more flushed she became, the better it felt. But even though she'd gotten relief so easily that first time on just his fingers, now...now she was pushed up past the edge and still unable to get relief! Was that tongue not enough?
Twilight chuckled, looking up at her. It was hard not to enjoy the power reversal that had placed a mere stallion in control of one of the world's greatest nightmares. "Perhaps if I were freed from this cage, I could do more for you..."
"The cage? What cage - " Oh right, that cage. The one with his cock. That big, meaty stick that could really stretch her out and reach inside of her deepest parts, the one that could fuck her silly and...
Sombra forced herself to slow down a little bit, coughed into her hand, "S-since you've been a good boy, yes. I suppose I'll let you free for just a little while. Assuming that weak piece of manhood you have can even satisfy me a little." Her words were entirely mismatched with her body language as she pressed her face and chest against the stone slab, both hands reaching back to spread open her immature slit. It was slick with a mixture that was one part Twilight’s spit, and nine parts the womanly juices that had been pooling on the granite beneath her for some time.
Sombra's horn sparked and crackled with magical fire. The last time she'd gathered that much energy, Twilight had been left lying on the castle's carpet floor, clutching at his injuries and trembling with pain. There was a brief twinge of fear, but also overwhelming happiness at seeing her magic coiling around the small black cage on his member.
Just as Twilight had worked his magic a moment ago to release Sombra's inhibitions, now she returned the favour. She worked on freeing the beautiful stallion’s mighty stallionhood, so it could be used upon her curves.
“It’s all downhill from here,” Twilight thought to himself.
Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
Many months had passed since Twilight's long absence from Canterlot. His traumatic experiences in the Crystal Empire, where he had been subjected to the depraved lusts of the behemothic - both in stature and sexual appetite - Queen Sombra were now fading memories, all the better for being behind him. His relationship with the divine Goddess Princess Celestia had flourished as well, becoming more healthy and wholesome under the watchful eyes of her dearest, darkest sister.
Little Twilight had assumed he would never have reason to see Queen Sombra again. Rather, he never wished to see her again! Back in the Crystal Empire, he risked life and limb to divert a war between their two peoples, and any urge he might have felt for that sort of action and adventure had long since left him. Goddesses, yes!
He would be more than happy to just live out the rest of his life comfortably, safely and above-all... with as little excitement as possible! A boring life would be just fine for him.
Especially now he had two lovely daughters to raise. His union with Celestia had born generous fruit, and the last thing he needed was evil forces endangering that.
Which was why, in that moment, the very sight of the great and terrible Queen Sombra gave rise to his heart pounding in his chest, and a great roaring in his ears. Her standing here before him, in the very heart of Canterlot - mighty and lovely Celestia's throne room itself! - was like waking up to find a venomous snake in his bed.
The inky black clouds surrounding her added a dark timbre to the room, making everything else seem less sugary-sweet by comparison. That nasty smear spread to every corner of the room.
Sitting on the steps besides Celestia's grandiose golden throne, alongside a resplendent Princess Luna, Twilight suddenly felt very happy to be in its shadow. If anything, he wriggled further still behind its broad frame, glad to be as far away from those shadows as possible... It was all too easy to imagine one suddenly darting out for him, snapping him up, and pulling him away to some other frightful place!
So Twilight waited and watched, only occasionally darting his eyes up towards Celestia to try to gauge the monarch's mood.
Twilight moved closer to the big, bouncing chest beside him: he had been sitting close enough to Luna that her bosom had been filling most of his vision even then, but now it was just another bulwark between him and all "that." He'd buried himself in it even deeper if he could! He was about to whisper something to the titties, only to be silenced by Luna's hand on the back of his head, sandwiching his mouth deep where it could not speak. "Shhh... Our dearest sister will handle this matter, Twilight Sparkle. Simply wait and see."
Twilight nodded as Celestia gripped the arms of her throne and began to rise. Foot after foot of pony mistress shifted with all the weight and presence of a mountain rising up out of the earth, growing higher and higher, rainbow-hued hair spilling around her Amazonian form. No longer burdened around her tummy by the weight of her twin daughters, Celestia had somewhat returned to her old figure... but she was also undoubtedly larger. Absolutely more full-figured, her old wardrobe having long since been abandoned, yet her new wardrobe still looking like she had been positively poured into it.
It wasn't lost on Twilight that most of her new ensembles left the proud mare's midriff bare, either... She seemed particularly eager to flaunt her belly, even if not all the baby-weight had left her juuust yet. On the contrary, she seemed pleased to show off her newly-developed roundness, her exposed navel like the peak of a big, delicious belly. In other words, the total contrast to Sombra's chiselled abs, a gooey softness formed from a steady diet of cakes, sweets and finest teas, rather than Sombra's diet of wild game and hardtack.
Speaking of exactly that difference in diet, Celestia gave her teacup one final slurp before calmly levitating saucer and cup back to her throne. Clink.
She fixed Sombra with an even-handed gaze, showing neither praise nor malice. "Greetings, your Ladyship. I had not expected your visit so suddenly..."
She stared off into space, as if searching for the right words. The gesture fooled nobody except perhaps Twilight: obviously the monarch had plotted out a thousand variations on this conversation already. "Rather, I believed your negotiations with my consort had proceeded favourably, based on words spoken in confidence. Truly, if there were matters left unresolved, I..." she paused to grin sideways at Twilight, raising her eyebrows playfully, "... I shall have to see to it that the cheeky little thing is punished thoroughly for misleading me."
Twilight gasped from the depths of Luna's rack. This seemed like punishment enough!
"So," said Celestia. "To what does the royal family owe the pleasure of this visit? I certainly doubt you’re simply paying us a social call, hahaha~"
The tension in the air was as thick as Twilight could ever recall it being as the pair, Queens Dark and Light, kept their gazes locked on each other. Sombra’s red eyes almost seemed like they’d burn a hole in the divine monarch if she kept it up. Though dignified in her stance and the way she moved, there was no doubt that underneath Sombra’s cool exterior, a seething hatred still burned. The memories of her banishment still stood in her mind as clear as day.
The onyx giantess finally spoke up. “I have come to renegotiate the terms of our truce.”
Sombra took another step forward, a mere foot of length separating her ample chest from that of Celestia. Her eyes suddenly snapped to the side of the throne, to where the cowering Twilight was trying to fortify his position within Luna’s breast. “My judgement at the time of our negotiations was… impaired. And by your cowardly liaison’s trickery no less!” she exclaimed furiously, a finger enveloped in crackling thunder pointed straight at Twilight’s position.
Celestia inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. She had suspected that Sombra would never dare lay a finger on Twilight, and seeing Sombra not actually strike her lover seemed to confirm it. Seeing Celestia maintaining her calm demeanour about the threat was enough to reassure Twilight that he would, at the very least, survive this encounter between Gods.
Celestia nodded wisely. “I see, I see... Then we shall simply have to renegotiate, mm? Anything is yours...” she said, unexpectedly generous... before a leaden tone came to her soft voice: “... Within reason, of course.”
Sombra sighed internally. She knew it couldn’t possibly have been that easy. The lightning dancing around her finger dissipated, and she withdrew the arm to her side, her eyes once more meeting those of Celestia. “We both know what I want,” she said bluntly, cracking her knuckles.
“I want the boy. And I am more than prepared to discuss the terms of you surrendering him.”
At those words, Twilight seemed to feel a chill right on cue. It was just as if a cold hand had suddenly clasped his slender throat. His breathing stopped, and not just because Luna gripped his head harder the more Sombra spoke.
His worst nightmare was coming true. Twilight’s loyalty and trust both rested firmly with Celestia, but he had seen the power that Sombra possessed. Though he hated to doubt his partner, Twilight couldn’t help but feel that Celestia might not be a match. She didn’t show it, but the petite stud-muffin was certain that his Princess had not yet recovered entirely from birthing his children. More than anything, he feared that she’d be hurt.
Sparks flew between the two matriarchs as they stared each other down, but neither wavered. The crushing atmosphere of these two colliding was almost as bad as the silence accompanying it. Every guard in the room had their weapons raised, poised to strike if Sombra dared move closer to their Princess. Each of them was visibly sweating and trembling, but fully prepared to give their lives if it meant keeping Celestia safe.
Celestia gently eased The Royal Behind back down to her cushioned throne. Like always, there was a light, gentle impact... and then the slow, drawn-out process of waves of booty-flesh coming crashing down, flooding, flooding, flooding, until barely an inch of throne was left unconquered by Celestia's fat ass. It was a display that always made Twilight's eyes water, especially remembering the few times she'd (rather vindictively!) made him fill in for that golden throne. He watched cautiously from the depths of Luna's teats, wondering which world-conquering autocrat would have him as her personal love-slave in the end.
Celestia raised a leg, flashing her elegant strappy high-heels to Sombra. Floor-length skirts spun from finest silk fluttered up and around it, wavering. She crossed her legs, raised an elbow, and dropped her head on her hand. "Mm. Interesting."
With her other hand, Celestia waved the encroaching horde of guards, and their many bristling weapons, back. "There will be no need for that, men. I am sure Queen Sombra knows that coming to blows right now is in neither of our best interests... Why, little Twi-Twi could be caught in the crossfire, now couldn't he?"
She allowed herself a very uncongenial smirk at Sombra's expense. "And that would be a most dreadful shame for our children, now wouldn't it? If you wish for Twilight's love, endangering his family would surely put an end to those aspirations right away..."
Sombra almost immediately began to seethe with barely-constrained rage. Children! When she had been left childless by their union? Inconceivable! A true outrage!
Celestia, in turn, felt a womanly power she had not felt in long, long generations. The sheer strength and power of being a mother was so intoxicating as to be all-consuming. "Yes, the dear tots are resting just a few rooms from here... In fact, it might be just about time for their afternoon breastfeeding..."
To punctuate her point, she took that hand that had been waving to the guards and slapped it down on the proud swell of one of those two radiant headlights bulging her dress far beyond what was decent for Canterlot, or anywhere else, really. There were strippers twerking away in Manehattan that were dressed more decently than Celestia did most days. Under Sombra's imperious gaze, Celestia splayed her fingers out, pawing her own big tits with the savage energy of a teen boy. "That is, if Twilight hasn't been so selfish as to take every last drop of "product" for himself..."
Twilight gulped, and Sombra recoiled. Under that naughtily-pawing grip of Celestia's , even a mother's noble, life-giving breast could be made to look more like the sinful indecency of strumpets and harlots. To think innocent newborn babies were guzzling milk wholesale from those perversely-large, ridiculously obscene melon-titties... In Sombra's mind, there was no doubt they would be poisoned by Celestia's wickedness, growing up to cock-crazed cradle-snatchers as devilish as their wretched, oversexed old goat of a mother!
Despite this lewd display of her lovely ivory body - clearly just an attempt to convince Sombra that her own figure couldn’t possibly match up - the Dark Queen remained unimpressed. At least, on the surface. She had already noticed that the bust of the Princess had seemingly increased, but paid it no mind. Mentioning Celestia’s increasing gorgeousness could only come off as a compliment, or even jealousy, from her side.
“Your decadence will be your undoing, Princess,” Sombra said in a haughty tone. “And yet... Well. Since you’re seemingly so very... eager... to make this about breeding... as if it were a childish dispute over who has had the most brats pumped into them...”
Sombra paused, steeling herself for what she was about to say next. Her body was tingling as the words left her mouth: “As long as we have come to that topic, I may as well state my true intentions: I do desire an heir.”
The other ladies in the throne room all began to smile, as if all were thinking the same thing: “Get in line, sister.”
The words now out of her mouth, the unpleasant rumbling in her womb given a voice, Sombra pressed on: “And he shall be the one to sire it. This is not for debate.”
Twilight wasn’t sure if he should shiver with fear, or sport a big, steely erection~ Getting to fill the wombs of not one, but two of these amazonian titans of beauty? Any colt would consider themselves lucky. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of pride amidst the absolute terror.
Twilight considered speaking up, to stand up to Sombra to show to Celestia that he was indeed worthy to rule by her side, but the words would just not come out. He was trapped, a mere pawn in the games of these two vicious vixens.
Celestia chuckled. "My-my. And just how far are you prepared to take this, dear? I wonder... Would you dare to take it all the way to another war with Equestria? Would you repeat the mistakes of the past?"
Sombra met her gaze once more. "I would, if that is what it took."
Celestia unhanded herself. She sat up on her throne, hands both gripping the edge of the chair. She leaned forwards, tresses now spilling down her front, pooling around her long, long legs. "That is unacceptable, and I shouldn't need to say why. As I said, the way to Twilight's heart is not through violence."
Twilight nodded, looking more than a little sheepish. He called the shots in their bedroom more often than most stallions would, but he knew better than anyone to not intrude right now. Celestia was working, doing the job she had done for thousands of years. The Big Girl Panties were on.
"A contest, then! Combat!" roared Sombra. "One-on-one martial combat! Blade against blade, horn against horn!"
Celestia chewed a fingernail idly, tilting her head from side to side... She tossed her mane and blew a stray hair from her eyes. "Hmm."
"Hmmmmm..." The Princess had once again returned to staring off into space. A thousand scenarios fluttered through her head as she feigned air-headedness. Many of them were immediately distasteful.
A Magic duel? A matching of wits in games of chance? This was Twilight she was talking about! Celestia's victory had to be a sure thing, or... Or she ran the risk of losing the stallion she loved most.
Her gaze drifted back down, but this time she turned her attention to Twilight's handler. Luna was still gently running her fingers through Twilight's tresses, although she did have the decency to make it look more like platonic head pats when she was under her sister's full attention. "Luna?"
"Yes, dear sister?"
"How do you suppose Princess Cadance would have resolved such a dispute?"
"Ohhh, yes, you raise a remarkable point, Our beloved Sister. The Princess of Love was often called on to resolve matters of the Heart, was she not? She would know better than anypony how to resolve this..."
Celestia nodded her agreement. "Very well, then. Sombra, if it would please you, I will delay our negotiations while I consult with Princess Cadance on this pressing matter. None understand the inner workings of the heart better than her... and she will help us end this dispute for Twilight's heart."
Sombra scoffed. "A matter of love, this is not. We seek the boy's genetics, not his heart. Hand him over!"
"If I am bested, I will be more than happy to... But I need your complicit agreement in this. As the Princess of Love, Cadance has dealt with the hearts of troubled ponies for hundreds of years... I cannot possibly begin to imagine what she would have in mind for a battle of this magnitude - with these stakes... But I am certain it will be one handled with the utmost dignity, and be the most impartial in its resolution."
Celestia coughed politely. "To that end... I ask that whatever battleground she decides upon, you be prepared to meet me there."
Celestia raised a dainty hand to her rival in power and curvaceousness. Perhaps she wished to shake with the wicked being before her, but the gesture looked more like she was anticipating a kiss across the signet. "Do you swear it?"
Sombra glared at the hand with utmost disdain painted on her face. Though it pained her to do so, she reached forward and grabbed Celestia’s hand, shaking it for but a brief moment.
“On my honour,” replied the musclebound monarch. “And do not worry, Princess, I shall be most gentle with the stallion when I win. Perhaps I’ll even let you have him back when I’m done,” added Sombra. “That is... if he doesn’t beg to stay by my side!”
Celestia highly doubted it would be as simple as that... Even as Sombra said it, a devious smile danced on her lips. More malicious plans were already brewing in her depraved mind.
Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
Queen Sombra would battle Celestia to the death if it meant leaving here with her delectable prize in tow. The touch of that dainty little Unicorn named Twilight had made her heart - turned cold and dark by eons of war - pound in her chest and catch in her throat. Her skin tingled night and day for his touch, her breath came with difficulty in his presence.
Yes, she had a warrior's heart first and foremost, and she would have risked any amount of danger... But such brutal savagery was not known to Princess Cadance, the delicate Alicorn with the heart of a lover. In her own words, hearts were to be won with grace and poise, not brutish violence.
And it seemed that "grace and poise" took the form of heaping indignities upon poor, poor Sombra. She could never have prepared for this.
She stood in the Stadium of Hearts, a little-known edifice deep within the heart of Princess Cadance's portion of Canterlot castle. A battle where lover's duels and quarrels could be put to rest, or so Cadance said. It was hard to believe such a thing existed... Sombra certainly had no use for it! If she ever took a lover who dared defy her will, they'd soon feel the chop of the headsman's axe! Any divorcee of hers would have to be taken home in a basket, the way she saw it.
But this was how they did things in the land of the weak, fat, witless ponies... under the rule of the fattest and most witless of them all! Damnable Princess Celestia!
The sun beat down more harshly on Sombra than she had ever felt back home in the Crystal Empire. She found herself blinking in far brighter light than she was used to by a factor of ten... Even the air seemed to sizzle with heat, a problem that was only further compacted by the skimpy swimsuit fitted to her Amazonian form.
Had a mare really designed this outfit? It seemed like the sort of thing that could only be borne from a deviant male's imagination, ideally right before Sombra lopped his hands off, threw him into a jail cell, or both. She felt humiliated just wearing it.
Unlike her armour, which she knew like a second skin, every part of the tiny leotard seemed designed to trip her up: it was form-fitting... only so it could dig in far too deep into her body. It stretched... only so that it could be several sizes too small.
She cast her gaze across the stadium to the other side, where Celestia was emerging from a similar doorway in a matching leotard. Whereas the front of Sombra's was like a solid wall of ridged muscle, Celestia's bathing suit was swollen from a rather rounded, pudgy gut of a belly... Sombra cackled and flexed a bicep like a watermelon. Well, silly game or not, this was still the kind of contest where her strength would come in handy. Yes, this would be an easy victory.
In fitting with the lovely bathing weather, a sparkling blue font of water lay between them. The pool's waters lapped gently in the afternoon breeze. At its very centre sat a single floating mattress, tied down by two paths of floatation devices... which would likely be removed once Sombra and Celestia were in the centre.
To their right, Princess Cadance, Princess Luna, and Twilight Sparkle were seated at a small announcer’s desk. The girl’s busts took up the predominant lion’s share of the small arrangement; little Twilight was sandwiched in-between around about his entire body-weight in bust.
Sombra paid them no mind. She confidently strode forwards.
The rules of the game as they'd been explained to Sombra sounded simple enough. Once they were in the mattress in the middle of the pool, body blows would be used to push the opponent into the water. First to lose her footing, or be knocked off, would surrender Twilight... It was the method of bumping that Sombra took offense at... She had raised the point quite firmly with Princess Cadance, only be rebuffed. The Princess of Love had simply repeated herself:
"Only blows from the breasts and bottom are to be counted. Punches, kicks, slaps, magic, or anything of the sort result in instant disqualification. The winner of Twilight's heart will be the... maiden..." Cadance had paused here, as she took in the immense, gravid form of the giant and plump Celestia... and the nightmarishly muscled, superhuman might of Sombra, "... With the loveliest and fullest figure."
Sombra cast her gaze across the many stands surrounding the pool area, counting over 500 spectating ponies... and growled in the back of her throat. She had wished to handle this reparation discreetly... now, by tomorrow, everypony in Canterlot would know Sombra had come here on a simple booty call, as far removed from a diplomatic trip as possible.
It was humiliating... Celestia had gone too far this time. She had made a mockery of Sombra's needs.
Well, that would prove to be her downfall soon enough. Celestia had made a grave error by putting herself within arm's reach of Sombra, and she would pay for this... thoroughly.
Sombra reached the edge of the pool. She checked her footing, then, satisfied with its security, she stepped onto the mats leading out to the centre of the pool. Celestia mirrored her movements, and the first great cheer went up from the crowd.
The two behemoths of their respective kingdoms stared each other down fiercely. Though Sombra wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, she also desperately desired to utterly humiliate Celestia, to prove that not only was she, Sombra, superior in physical might, but also in figure. Indeed, how could a fat, lazy pony like Celestia possibly hope to rule a nation properly, let alone with a quality stallion like Twilight by her side?
By the pool stood Princess Cadance, with a perfect view of the pair of ponies at its centre. She seemed to be near-drunk on the sheer celebrity of the situation. She was beside herself with joy as she welcomed the two combatants to her personal arena. “Mares and gentlecolts, welcome! Today’s battle of love is going to be one of the biggest and most important we’ve ever had here today... a battle between the rulers of two diametrically-opposed nations! Let’s hear it for Princess Celestia and Queen Sombra!”
Beside her stood little Twilight Sparkle. The small Unicorn looked a tad confused as to why he couldn’t be in the crowd instead. He’d take anywhere that was further away from Sombra.
“You all know how this works! First to be pushed into the water by bountiful female assets: that means bouncing breasts or wobbling bottoms! No cheating, using magic, and certainly no stolen smooches... Not that that will be a problem with these two bitter rivals, I should think!”
Cadance thrust an arm out towards Twilight. She snatched him by the scruff, pushing him past two breasts like watermelons and into the limelight. And into the views of all those smiling, cheering ponies! “The grand prize? Nothing short of the indefinite love and companionship of our Lord Regent’s right-hand stallion... The one that makes monarchs drool... Twilight Sparkle!”
On cue, the crowd of lusty fillies - and intermittent stallions here to perve on the Princess, no doubt - erupted into thunderous applause. Twilight paled even further. That sounded awfully... long-term to his ears. Visiting the Crystal Empire for a week or so was one thing, but... Well! It didn't do to think about it too hard. That was only if Sombra won - and she obviously wouldn’t!
Celestia was a goddess through and through. True, she was in one of the pudgiest shapes he'd ever seen her in - apparently the baby weight had not just stayed around, but redoubled itself. But he still firmly believed she’d win.
So why, why did he still feel a clenching in his chest?
It was probably the way Sombra now addressed the crowd, a triumphant smile on her lips.
“Ponies of Equestria!” she roared. “I want you all to watch me crush your pitiful princess. She may have been a mighty foe once, but she has become weak! Like a little kitten! Whereas I am sharper, toner, more powerful than ever before! Witness the might of a true ruler!”
Celestia only smiled in return, utterly unphased by the words of the Dark Queen. “We shall see who is the victor, dear Sombra... Threats won't take you far in a battle of love, after all... All I need to win is love for my precious Twilight!”
The crowd cheered, all of them prepared to watch a true battle of the ages.
The mattress at the centre of the pool creaked. It had been made with two slender fillies in mind... or at the absolute most a rather heavyset pair of mares! Under these two it nearly capsized immediately, and Celestia found her eyes darting downwards. She carefully assayed the situation, determined to not be the one to make the first slip-up.
Opposite her, Sombra was doing the same. Both Alicorn and Unicorn were already toe-deep in the water... by the official rules they'd technically already lost. But the audience had come for an earth-shaking capsizing, not some flippant little things like the letter of the law.
Princess Cadance, in particular, would hear nothing of it. She intended to sate their thirst for a clash of the titans to the utmost.
"Ponies! Steady the mat!" Cadance called. Quick as a flash, a team of Unicorns were on hand, flanking her on either side. One horn glowed after another, and soon the pink rubber mat was hoisted slightly, lifting Celestia and Sombra just the handful of inches they needed to be high and dry.
Celestia smiled as the various sheets of magic enveloped their little raft adrift. The concentration knitting her brows momentarily faded as she turned to thank Cadance... and, in doing so, almost immediately lost the match. A simple imperious nod from Celestia to the Princess of Love provided Queen Sombra the opening she needed to attack.
It wasn’t that Celestia was a fool, of course. She had simply wrongfully assumed Sombra's considerable size and weight would slow her down. Fit as she may be, Celestia herself was certainly not the fastest pony about Canterlot: she could muster plenty of weight, power and padded comfort, but ever since she'd experimented with her new "Eat all the cakes" weight loss plan, speed had eluded her!
But the coiled beast opposite Celestia moved like greased lightning right from the very first second the platform was steadied. Sombra came at her like a bolt of lightning, untold excesses of muscle flashing forwards, piling onto Celestia.
Body grappled with body, pony snarled at pony, and bosom collided with bosom. Four of the biggest, heaviest teats in Equestria - magnificent swells that existed only in total baby-nourishing defiance of common sense - collided with a great clap that immediately silenced the crowd.
When the dust settled, Sombra was bearing down on Celestia. She drove the The Princess of the Sun backwards, turning a momentary lapse in judgment into endless tracts of territory being given up.
Just a moment ago, the pair had been standing opposite each other, ready to duel. Now Celestia was teetering near the very edge of the mat, almost doubled-over backwards, and Sombra was right on top of her. With a heart burning for the long-haired sissy on the sidelines, Sombra snarled like a feral lioness and attacked unceasingly.
Even Cadance, the voice supposed to guide the enormous audience in the struggle between rules, seemed lost for words. She just watched, wide-eyed, microphone clutched tightly in her hand, as Sombra’s massive pale chest drove down harder and harder on Celestia, pounded the other mare’s breasts flat against her chest. Another thrust and Celestia’s chest was almost entirely engulfed in Sombra’s own rampant, dominating villainess swells.
The Princess overseeing the event finally found her voice. “Can you believe it, folks? It looks like Sombra’s launched a sneaky surprise attack at the start of the match! We’re experiencing the most exciting battle in history!”
Sombra grit her teeth and thrust down harder. Celestia’s legs trembled under the oncoming weight.
"Hua - !" gasped Celestia, skidding rapidly backwards across the rubber. One more step backwards and she’d drop into the water below. Sombra fortified herself, leaning further and further over Celestia. She struck Celestia's chest with her own big bosom over and over.
"Hmph!” Sombra struck Celestia’s chest with her own, breasts almost fully rolling out of her swimsuit, engulfing Celestia’s chest up to her neck.
“It's just like I said, Princess...” Sombra swung to the side, striking Celestia’s chest again with her own bosom. With the difference in posture, the blow was devastating: Celestia immediately stumbled to the side. Maybe against a less busty opponent, Celestia could have taken the opportunity to attempt to wriggle away and nurse her aching chest, but Sombra was having none of it. Her tits were too large, her position too commanding.
“Not so fast, Princess!” Sombra roared. She struck Celestia from the other side, returning the rainbow-haired Princess to her position under her. Judging by that ravenous grin of hers, the stacked sovereign enjoyed the view of her chest engulfing Celestia’s altogether far too much. She was in no hurry to give it up.
“Fall! Fall! Cower under mighty Sombra! Let everyone see who the greater ruler is!” roared Sombra. Satisfied at having cowed Celestia with her strikes, she went straight back to simply heaping her chest onto Celestia’s, turning the white black. Celestia sank lower and lower, until the mat nearly touched her knees.
Sombra gave Celestia one final grin, before preparing to announce herself the victor. “I'll have this decided in just a few seconds, and then you can be consoled by that little tart of a sister of yours! You’ll look much better with a faceful of pussy... while the conquering Queen enjoys her just reward: plump balls and a powerful shaft!”
Perhaps it was Celestia having an opportunity to clear her head... or maybe it was Sombra’s gloating... but either way, Celestia finally launched her counter-attack. Her struggle to find her footing turned into a rampant thrust back, and she put everything she had into it. “Nnnnh... Not so fast, Sombra! This isn’t over yet!”
Celestia drove herself upwards almost immediately. She turned her slightly superior height against Sombra, aiming to smother the dark-haired beauty under cleavage. Rich, brown breasts, so sun-kissed as to be mocha-coloured, flooded over and around Sombra's shoulders... putting all that developed and powerful muscle under chubby, soft flesh. At the same time Sombra was driven into perfumed cleavage that froze her mind and paralyzed her senses.
... And when Sombra awoke from her temporary daze, she found, as if by magic, her firm, pert breasts sunk into the quicksand-like mire of Celestia's jiggly, rounded belly. Her offensive was cut short, and Celestia bounced her back to the centre of the mat, almost knocking Sombra down in the process.
The impact on the mat under the girls was tremendous. Even with a team of Unicorns working to keep it steady, the shifting of the two giantesses atop it made it creak and groan, swaying violently from side to side underfoot. The pool’s waters grew choppy, hurling great crests of white into the air that lapped at tremendous calves and left thunder-thighs dripping. Sombra and Celestia’s swimsuits were soaked, now shiny and plastered to their dream-like bodies.
The crowd held their breath and chewed their lips. Stallions and mares alike leaned forward in their seats, drooling openly over such a lurid display. Their jealousy of Twilight was almost palpable. Whichever of these 10-foot-plus beauties won this battle wouldn’t just be climbing on top of 5-foot-nothing Twilight, they’d be openly and aggressively mewling “Give me your babies!” The little runt with the girlish face, pouting dorkily from under his immensely thick, lustrous head of hair would be partnered with an aggressive, forceful royal for breeding, and breeding lots.
Twilight might have been more excited at the prospect if not for what Celestia did next. She beamed, already celebrating an early victory, and giving herself a congratulatory pat on the pack for her efforts.
"Ha-ha! And Twilight says I need to lose weight!" she chirped, levitating a slice of cake up into the air from the refreshment stand. It was halfway across the pool when a blast of purple magic zapped it out of the air, cast by a very petulant-looking Twilight Sparkle. He shook a finger irritably at Celestia, other hand on his hips, foot thumping on the ground.
He looked ready to throw a tantrum. “Have all the cake you want later, Celestia! Did you forget what Sombra’s gonna do to me if you lose?”
Celestia tapped a finger to her chin. “Ahaha, I suppose you’re right! Just as long as you’re ready to feed it all to me!”
Twilight did have a point. While the situation looked poor for Sombra, she was a warrior at heart, able to adjust to any situation. This was nothing more than a temporary setback, and once she took Celestia’s weight advantage into account, the advantage would be gone.
Judging by the cold, calculating look in her eyes, Sombra had already reached that point. She dashed forwards, propelled by muscles honed over hundreds of years, and once again brought her mighty bosom to bear against Celestia’s.
Sombra licked her lip, wiping a stray droplet of pool water from the corner of her mouth.
“Give it up, Princess. We both know you’re much too plump to last against me! I’ve done nothing but train my body to fight for the last hundred years!” To punctuate her point, Sombra flexed those statuesque muscles, curling a tremendous bicep. A few stallions in the audience fainted dead away, cocks suddenly much more lively than the rest of them as fantasies of female domination swam through their minds.
“Just look at that display of power! You can feel the intensity in the air!” chirped Cadance, fully into her commentator role now. “This is going to be a match to remember!”
Sombra drove forwards again. This time, the Dark Queen sprung hair into the air, casting a long shadow directly over Celestia and, indeed, the crowd. Cadance immediately sprung into action, surprisingly cheering Sombra on: “Looks like Sombra’s getting serious! This is some real Love Pandemonium, viewers! Which of these badass bitches will win the heart of the lovely Twilight Sparkle?”
Sombra came down like a rocket, taut hindquarters on a direct collision course with Celestia’s lovely countenance. Time seemed to stand still as Celestia’s upper body was completely occluded by the plump, womanly swell of Sombra’s lower body.
A direct blow at this proximity wouldn’t just have knocked Celestia out of the match, it probably would have sent her directly to Canterlot infirmary. The crowd held its breath as she dodged, ducking, feeling Sombra’s hair graze the cheeks.
Suddenly, Celestia had the upper hand. The Crystal Empire’s ruler hit the ground on wobbling legs, staggering to the side as her target vanished out from under her. She turned to face Celestia, only for the Princess to respond excellently: Celestia whirled her hips around, and sent her bountiful butt flying straight at Sombra’s face.
There was no avoiding the blow, and with a sickening ‘thud,’ the Amazonian pony was thrusting backwards, inches from tumbling off the platform.
“Not bad...” grunted Sombra, as she rubbed her aching chin. She would be feeling that for a few days, but taking down Celestia would make it all better.
Sombra straightened her back, casting a dismissive glare up at the taller mare. “Maybe there is some power under all that blubber. But no matter, the boy is mine.”
Sombra struck a cold and calculating fighting stance, before tilting her head towards Cadance. “Announcer, heed my words. Our battle will end with the next strike.”
Cadance floundered at being directly spoken to, but she was nothing if not confident. The lovely pony quickly regained her voice. “Wh... Wh-wh-whaaaat! Did you hear that, ladies and gentlecolts? Looks like Queen Sombra is taking this seriously now! She’s staking it all on do-or-die! She might have luck on her sword, but luck can work in mysterious ways!”
Luna stood, thrusting her chair back, leaping to her feet. She held her microphone in one hand, firmly thrusting the other towards the quaking, trembling mat in the centre of the pool. “Look closely, ye ponies, and do not turn away! Sombra has demonstrated she is more than just a rival to Equestria... She has bared the heart of a Queen!”
Cadance pumped her fists. “Heck yeah! Heck yeah! ”
Sombra attacked, and a hush fell over the stadium. Celestia dashed forwards to meet her in the middle.
Celestia had a plan to win. She knew she couldn’t predict Sombra’s moves, but she did know she could thwart any attack against her well-padded chest. All Celestia had to do to win was surge up and over Sombra, fully enveloping her rival’s face in rich brown bosom. She could give her a first-hand taste of the sun’s power. She dove forwards, victory in sight!
Only, the collision never came.
At the last moment, when Celestia was most assured of her victory, Sombra bent down suddenly. She went directly under Celestia’s chest. The head-smooshing that would have spelled her doom wobbled and bobbled overhead, leaving the Princess’s pudgy belly exposed completely to attack.
Sombra grinned dangerously as she leered at the rounded midsection that had produced Twilight’s heirs... To say that belly personally offended her was an understatement. To think this soft, pliable bimbo had once been filled to the brim with her stallion’s brats! Well, now was the perfect opportunity to get a little revenge in. What better way to show Celestia who would be the top breeder around here?
In the cramped space under Celestia’s bosom, Sombra darted her feet this way and that. A hard plant here , and a twist of her ankle there , and she spun around, putting her massive, childbearing hips on a direct collision course with Celestia’s tum. The villainess sneered ferociously indeed as she imagined Celestia doubled over, clutching her belly and dry-heaving... regretting ever having dared to invite little Twilight between her tree-trunk thighs to reproduce with her. Her gut had been able to pacify Sombra’s chest-first assault, but could she defeat an ass that could bring an army to its knees?
After today, Twilight’s lips would only kiss Sombra’s! She would claw her blood-red fingernails down his spine until droplets of blood oozed, she would chew his neck until he went limp... and she would crush his pelvis under repeated, powerful, unending pounding! He would pay for humiliating her so thoroughly, leaving her drained and spurting and whimpering.
Seeing the attack coming, Celestia did her best to halt her inertia, but it was much too late for that. Sombra collided with a crack that Celestia felt in every inch of her body, white pain shooting through her nerves.
“Ooph!” groaned the princess, her footing weakened, forced to take a step back. But her victory had been taken from her. All Sombra had to do now was spin around and strike the off-kilter Celestia with her chest again, and the match would be over. Celestia would plunge like a stone to the bottom of the pool, and Sombra would begin her eight-hour fuck-marathon with little Twilight. A guest bedroom in Canterlot Castle would have to be provided... ideally as far from Celestia’s own quarters as possible.
Celestia winced, and waited for the blow to come. For her end.
But something was wrong. For both of them.
Sombra remained in the space under Celestia’s colossal, bra-busting chest, fully out of view of the Princess. As for what had happened, Big C was as figuratively in the dark as Queen Sombra literally was.
Sombra thrust forwards, trying to distance herself from Celestia... Sombra knew that her advantage lay in darting in and out, and remaining in bosom’s reach of her enormous rival was less than desirable. But... But she couldn’t budge!
And then they both heard a mysterious ripping sound. Celestia felt her swimsuit’s pressure on her chest loosen, her bosoms wobbling a tiny bit more freely.
Cadance and Luna’s jaw dropped. “It... It looks like there’s some kind of a snarl going on, folks!” shouted Cadance into her microphone. “Is this the end?”
“I’m... stuck... Stuck... on your... tits!” roared Sombra. And true enough, that was exactly what had happened. When she dove in earlier, the tip of her bladed horn, sharp and ragged and red thing it was, grazed the underside of Celestia’s breasts, slicing a hole just big enough for her horn to sink balls-deep inside her rival’s cleavage.
With her horn sliced directly up and in-between the Sun Goddess’s heaving melons, Sombra wasn’t just trapped between them, but also tangled in Celestia’s swimsuit.
“Fiend! Bovine! Release me! Release meeee!” roared Sombra, swinging her head this way and that. Celestia cooed at the familiar sensations of something thick and hard pounding away between her twin suns, but made no effort to release the smaller mare.
With a grin so hot it could have melted icebergs, Celestia raised her hand high in the air to either side. She thrust her hands up overhead, and Sombra began to sweat. “No direct touching with your hands, you bosomy beast! You’ll be disqualified!” she howled, still trying to struggle free. The tearing sound got larger and larger, more sun-kissed Princess bosom bouncing out into the light.
“I don’t need to!” teased Celestia. She slapped her palms down on either side of her chest, thrusting them together, entrapping Sombra’s horn in a deep, dark and sizzling-hot cleavage. Sombra’s eyes rolled back as Celestia rubbed her chest up and down the shaft, all manner of impure sensations flooding the evil monarch’s mind. Her tongue lolled freely from her mouth, her legs spreading, trembling and going limp.
“Nngh... Nnhhhh... Noo....”
With Celestia’s hands applying titanic pressure to her chest - and Sombra going limp under orgasmic sensations - there was no escape! Celestia hefted her chest up, lifting the brute up onto her tippy-toes. She swung her around 180 degrees, and the great pool of crystal-clear water loomed before Sombra. The ice-cold waves lapped at her feet.
“Now there’s just one thing left to do!” laughed Celestia, reaching for the front of her tight, tight leotard with both hands.
Sombra would have protested, if she had the sense. Instead she groaned insensibly, showing a filthy O-face to the crowd that was the exact opposite of her previous determination. “Nnnhhh... Please...”
Celestia gripped the front of her leotard in both hands, blushed radiantly, and tore it clean open. Sombra’s pent-up, overstimulated horn blasted stray jets of magic into the sky, detonating fireworks that must surely have matched the show going off between her legs at that moment.
More importantly, the crowd hooted and hollered as the big, natural, heaving chest of their ruler swung out into glorious view. Their first public showing in over a thousand years, the Goddess did not disappoint: their sun-ripened excesses were only engorged further with her return to motherhood, pounds and pounds of extra weight added in the form of bulging, engorged mammary glands, stuffed to the brim with nourishing streams of milk.
At their base, Celestia's MILF tits were bigger and heavier than any filly's in the crowd, and they only got bigger and bigger as the eye trailed down. Nipples like thumbs. Areola like dinner plates. And brown, brown, brown. Celestia milf's tits hung low and heavy on her chest, almost engulfing her belly-button in creamy warmth.
In being freed, Sombra's horn lightly scratched a nipple, and both hard nubs immediately responded. Celestia simply smiled radiantly as twin streams of rich and flavourful milk gushed from her melons, creating the landing strip that guided the defeated Sombra into the water. There wasn't a single dry mouth in the crowd, least of all at the announcer's table... Every onlooker mentally reverted to a foal-like state instantly at the sight of those breasts, dying for a taste, for even a single suck.
But they were Twilight’s tits now. Celestia had earned that right.
And then Celestia was obscured behind a great sheet of rising water. Sombra struck the surface with a colossal impact, displacing everything around her. A tidal wave rushed over the edges of the pool in every direction, and Celestia was soaked from head to toe.
But when the impact was over, she remained standing on the mat.
Cadance and Luna both leapt to their feet, embracing each other in a spirited hug. Cadance was red in the face. Luna was openly weeping. They cheered themselves hoarse into their microphones. "And we have a winner, folks! What a match!"
Celestia beamed at her people. She basked in their admiration, their love for her, and of course, in the manner in which they leered at her chest. Just for their sake, and for Twilight’s of course, she gave her heaving mammaries a few teasing shakes to rile them up.Below her, in the waters that still roared from Sombra’s impact, a red light shone. The Dark Queen was clearly not happy with how things had turned out. Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, she dove to the bottom of the pool, thrust her feet down, and forcefully propelled herself up.
But when she emerged, the fallen Queen’s expression was calm. She quietly pushed herself up on the edge of the pool and wrung out her hair, keeping her eyes closed.
Celestia hopped off the raft and approached her.
“And with this, you are beaten, Sombra. Will you now leave our kingdom in peace?” Celestia held the tatters of her bathing suit closed with one hand, but despite her marginal efforts she still bulged out. Plenty of breast squeezed out around her arm.
Celestia turned her gaze to her beloved Twilight and gave him a sultry wink, one that could not possibly be misinterpreted. She felt amazing, more powerful than ever before, and intended to share this feeling with Twilight.
Sombra turned to face Celestia, and the Princess almost unleashed The Girls again, just to put some space between them. She felt more commanding with her rack out, but she restrained herself.
The glare Sombra delivered Celestia spoke nothing but wrath and hatred, yet she continued to speak softly. “Despite... circumstances, yes. I admit my defeat.”
Despite Twilight’s near-death experiences with her, his heart panged when he saw the conqueror so distraught. It was as if weapons-grade Crystal Energy had been levelled directly at her heart. He was already thinking of how many of those sculptures in her castle would feel her pent up anger.
With her hair set, Sombra stood up, and any remaining colts not entranced with Cadance, Celestia or Luna fell under the spell of her sculpted body. The moisture made her bathing suit almost see-through, and even Celestia found herself feeling fuzzy from the sight of those magnificent breasts. The powerful abdomen underneath only further enhancing how stunningly gorgeous the rack of the Dark Queen was.
“Shan’t you join us for the post-battle celebration?” quipped Celestia, feeling awfully good about herself. Sombra responded with was an ice cold stare and turned to leave.
Celestia stopped her.
“You impressed me today, Sombra,” said Celestia.
Sombra tilted her head. “Mm? What nonsense do you blather now?”
“You impressed all of us. You fought hard for Twilight’s hand, and you risked everything to obtain it. You are a... brave warrior. Don’t leave here with your head hanging, but raised in pride.”
“Empty words. Platitudes,” countered Sombra. “If you fear a war between our nations so greatly you’d prattle on like this, fear not. There will be no wrath, no conquest. Your ponies are safe, Celestia.”
Sombra left the arena and Celestia found herself watching her go. Her ass also looked magnificent, its taut, yet bubbly exterior a worthy competitor to Celestia’s fat, jiggly rump, and Princess of the Sun took note of Twilight’s arousal as he watched her go. Scared or not, the little colt had a powerful mating instinct.
With the battle over, the crowd dispersed, returning to their respective lives and jobs. The few mares and colts that made up Celestia’s advisors and other regal servitors stayed behind, making sure preparations for the aforementioned celebration proceeded smoothly. Celestia herself returned to her chambers to undress, and to “take care of” her lactation situation. Unsurprisingly, Twilight went too.
Sombra returned to the arena’s change rooms, removed her bathing suit, and toweled herself down. All her movements were charged with a feral energy: she tore the towel from the rack, she dragged the bathing suit from her body.
She had never been so humiliated in her life! Had her pride not been in the way, she could have defeated Celestia in the blink of an eye. But nothing would be gained from such a dirty victory.
The towel proved just barely large enough to dry her titanic frame, clearly having been made with pathetic Ponyville measurements in mind. With no other reason to remain in Equestria Sombra heaved a deep sigh. She moved to the suit of armour by the wall and began fitting the clanking plates back onto her herculean frame.
She groused further. The trip home with Twilight would have been such fine. And she had no doubt that this whole battle had been unfairly tilted in Chublestia’s favor! “This is to be expected... Never again will I let these ponies resolve things on their turns. Never again will I submit to their buffoonery and games.”
She hurled her cape across her broad shoulders, fastening it to her armour. Just fifteen minutes after the end of her duel, Sombra stepped out of the castle, and into the dusk. At least she would return home in the comforting dark. She did not feel able to stand the oppressive light.
“Sombra.”
A voice called to her from the side of the road, just near the castle gate. Sombra looked that way just in time to see a large, rotund figure emerging from the shadows... none other than Princess Celestia herself, of course.
Sombra struck a defiant stance. “Have you come to gloat further, Princess ?” snarled the Dark Queen. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, fully prepared to resume their fight.
“Actually... Somewhat the opposite, I would say. Actually, an important matter of, ah, “foreign policy”, let’s say, has come up over the last hour or so. Twilight all but begged you join us for a... lengthy discussion?”
Celestia sashayed closer. She was back to her regal self in a floor-length, bodice-bursting gown that made even Sombra’s eyes pop. She planted her hands firmly on her hips, swaying seductively. “Of course, he’s in my bedchambers at the moment... Would you mind joining us there? I’m sure we can find a guest pair of jammies for you to slip into, eheheh...”
She tapped Sombra on the nose and gave her equal in size and weight a wink. Between the two ponies they added up to over one tonne of woman. “Perhaps an arrangement could be reached for the betterment of our two nations?”
Sombra slowly unclenched her fists. “I’m listening.”
Author's Note
I probably would've written this chapter either way, but the opportunity to use it as an April Fools joke was way too tempting.
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.
Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
Of course, it wasn't long after that that pretty little Twilight Sparkle got together with the real woman of the hour... the warm, radiant matriarch whose divine providence organized this whole raunchy bareback-play session.
So while Sombra lay back amongst the landscape of crumpled bed sheets, immense tits and bulging belly wobbling defenselessly in the air, Twilight prowled to the winged wonder waiting for him on the other side of the bed, and she greeted him with open arms.
For not the first time tonight, he was struck by the Goddess's beauty. Watching her beloved partner making love to her enemy in her own bed seemed to have imparted a breathtaking radiance unto her: Celestia's lavender eyes glowed with the same warmth flushing her rosy cheeks... Her juicy painted lips were crooked in the most self-satisfied of smiles. Yes, it seemed like watching Twilight's fat little bottom rising and falling on top of another mare had left a very good impression on her.
But her body now needed that same care and attention he'd shown Sombra. After all, her spectacular victory over Sombra in battle was still fresh in all their minds... He remembered the glorious Goddess bumping her utterly outrageous breasts against the Queen's, vying for position on that little raft. Back then, her one piece swimsuit had somewhat hoisted the endless expanses of her meaty breasts, but only in terms of how hard it failed do so. Efforts to compress her chest into an overspilling cleavage failed completely, wobbling tits still thrusting proudly out to either side and even further in front... insisting he stare, demanding he stare! Back then, inches of rosy areola had peeked around the skimpy straps on either side, while nipples like teacups humiliated the garment's attempts at decency.
To say nothing of the way that suit vanished between the Princess's thunderingly thick thighs, legs so large they made little Twilight look like a sloth clinging to them... When challenged with the tremendous triad of sturdy hips, throne-flooding behind and long, soft legs, that particular piece of clothing had simply vanished altogether into the depths of her flesh.
Now, with her robe spilling open under him, and those same warm treats revealed, Twilight saw them in a whole different light. Her mountainous breasts lay pleasingly across the monarch's chest, with all the weight , all the heft, and all the huge, brown "fade out" areolas stretching across her chest. Her bottom, curves more likely to deliver a face-imprisonment... or a face-smothering... than a facesitting, sank its cushioned way into the sheets. Thighs thicker about than his midsection parted for Twilight, welcoming him in-between.
He sank into her, belly squishing onto her washboard abdominals. Celestia shucked her robe off a little more, granting him to gaze upon of her loveliness. He felt her hands on his back and her lips on his forehead. "Hey... Watching you make a baby with Sombra was too much... My child... My dear, sweet Twilight... Let's make another together as well. Right this moment. Our second child together."
I’m a lucky boy , thought Twilight as he lined himself up atop Celestia. A very lucky boy.
And did anyone in all of Equestria have more reason to think so? Geopolitical climates intertwined about Twilight's fat little cock tonight, the future of the world changing with each balls-deep sliiii~iiiide into a tight, comfy puss.
He’d made love to the beastly Queen Sombra once again, even meeting her in the middle this time. No struggling to survive, or struggling to keep her under control! And to top it off, the Dark Queen currently twitching in post-orgasmic bliss might just be... with his child. The thought of Sombra’s already-enormous breasts swelling up even further with milk was almost too much to bear!
And now he was going to do it again with one-half of Canterlot’s diarchy.
Taking a deep breath, greedyboi Sparkle got to enjoying the full-figured female beneath him. Of course her pussy had long since taken on the shape of his member, and after his rough and violent session with Sombra it was like... coming back to a warm hug and sweet apple pie. He’d missed this.
So he pushed himself further forward, letting Celestia’s wonderful body engulf him. Sombra hadn’t been unpleasant, not at all, but few things compared to this unrivaled softness. Twilight immersed himself in the sensation.
“Are you sure, Princess?” he asked her, displaying that soft, overconcerned side Celestia adored so much. But she hoped for his sake he was joking... her mind churned with the lewd imagery of once again blowing up massively with his pregnancy, growing a truly titanic midsection stuffed with foals.
To say nothing of doing it side-by-side with Sombra! How would they look when both their bodies swelled with life, bulging bellies bumping together, breasts churning with milk for his brats... Impregnated on the same day, and delivering on the same day! It was such a sweet thought Celestia wanted to squeal!
But Celestia had nothing to worry about. Her concern that he might be getting cold feet died the second she felt how hard he throbbed against her thigh, waves of volcanic warmth gushing all up and down the length of his fiery rod. She’d never felt him so deeply in need, so eager to hit her cervix like he’d win a prize, and finish balls deep inside her. The horny little shit was already recklessly leaking so much frothy, sticky pony-ejaculate about her thoroughly-unprotected pussy, all down her thighs... and that was why she loved him.
“Oh, of course, Twilight... You don’t think I’d seriously say no... not after watching what dear Sombra over there got... Frankly, this filly’s in heat...”
“Besides, at ten thousand years, don’t you think I’m well overdue for my second foal?” purred Celestia, running her fingers through his mane. She ended the gesture by bringing her hand around to boop him right on the nose: “Imagine how it feels to wait that long before you finally find Mr. Right?”
Twilight gulped. Talk about pressure.
With his task laid out before him, he got to work. Huffing, puffing, intoxicated by her scent and her sweat and the breeding haze fogging his mind, Twilight squished his hands deep into Celestia’s enormous thighs, lined up the tool still glistening with Sombra’s juices, and pushed into Celestia’s soaking pussy.
In a flash, the world-renowned frictionless warmth other stallions could only dream of was all about Twilight, squeezing him, pumping him... Celestia's generous body held him tight inside... dragged him inside so suddenly his hips lurched, in fact! She seized him with the authority of a ruler, and then held him with the subtlety of a skilled negotiator.
Twilight moved his fat little hips. Gingerly at first, squishing and squirming as he got comfy with Celestia's depths. But it wasn't long after that the familiar thud-thud-thud and slap-slap-slap of a very good boy doing a very good job echoed about the bedroom. Good little Twilight humped his enormous, hot girlfriend so well she might just have to give him some headpats later! Or give him a special award ceremony for services to the Crown!
"Mmm... There we go... Back inside mommy... Come on, Twilight..." She cracked Twilight on the ass with the flat of her palm, and he squealed, hilting in her out of fright.
"Don't scare me like that..." he moaned, but still thrusting diligently away, plump balls feeling nice and heavy on her.
But while Celestia looked like she was simply daydreaming, lazing back on the bed and letting him do his thing, nothing could be further from the truth. Now that she'd goaded him inside with gentle, ladylike touches, the real coitus was well underway. So she propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at him with pursed lips. but the flushed look on her face told the real story: Celestia wanted another baby! The sensation of a foal - Twilight's foal - kicking in her womb had been a drug like no other, a mind-numbingly fulfilling feeling that left her now focussed on getting that again as soon as possible... to the exclusion of all else.
After so many hours making love to her, he noticed right away, too. How could he not, after all those times where she'd simply held him inside her while they kissed... or when she'd interrupted their sex to giggle and boop him on the nose, or tease him with her high heels when she felt vindictive? Now she huffed and puffed underneath him, working her hips, groaning in fertile submission... A tension he'd only ever felt once before now lingered over their bed.
She concentrated her efforts on ensnaring her little lover, opening her seductive mouth to occasionally huff and puff, but mostly working on making sure the stallion she'd chosen as her partner was as deep as he could be...
"You heard what she said, didn't you Twilight...?" Celestia groaned. She took a few deep breaths through gritted teeth before continuing to speak: "A great progeny, a son to conquer all of Equestria..."
She laughed, tossing her mane and heaving her chest, and fixed Sombra with a smoldering gaze. "If he's given you such a fearsome youth to raise up... I'll just have to make sure our successors are even greater... even more numerous... Hohoho~"
Celestia thrust her hand into Twilight's mane, dragging him face-first into the tousled mass of rainbow-coloured hair laid across her breasts... forced his nose into her mammaries and got him huffing her musk. He squeaked again, but his thrusting sped up faster than ever, butt rising and falling nice and rapidly. She narrowed her eyes to a smirk, still looking directly at Sombra... no less aggressive for all those sexy grinding and pole-pumping sounds coming from her boytoy. "We'll make a foal even more noteworthy... A game-changer... Hahaha!"
She stifled a cry as Twilight squished all the way balls-deep inside, snorting deeply of Celestia's aroma in a way that made his fat cock thicken up delightfully inside of her... "The more, the merrier, as they say! Isn't that right, Twilight?"
"Yes your Highness!" he puffed as she finally let him up for air.
Sombra glowered, suddenly very aware of the lack of anything cute and sexy and big-dicked between her legs. Pouting, and horny, she could only watch and touch her big fat pussy with her thick black fingertips. "Nnhhh..."
The longer Sombra looked, the more she regretted it. Celestia’s body language, and the way she so possessively clutched Twilight to her chest, made Sombra livid... Twilight was hers, and she happily lorded this good fortune over her darker rival.
It just made Sombra crave her next fix of stud-cock all the more. Twilight was a rare pony, a foppish little ninny carting about a third leg... and twice as much of a stallion as any of her own consorts. Despite looking rather like he preferred stallions, Twilight possessed a surprising knack for pleasing mares, one that could have earned him a pretty penny in plenty of other fields.
More to the point, he was the first stallion to actually withstand her bestial urges. Stallions she would have considered greater than him had crumbled under that burden time and time again.
So, with all this in mind, of course Sombra fought back the urge to simply rest, and luxuriate in the pleasing sensation of her coming conception... Of course that titanic monarch shifted, teasing her dripping fingers from her well-fucked hole and rousing to get her legs under herself. Massive black breasts, larger than any non-Goddess had ever achieved, toppled onto the bed as she crawled towards them, bottom high in the air, glistening nails tearing at the bedsheets.
Sombra lost some of her nerve when she actually pulled up alongside them of course. They'd long since become as locked together as two ponies could possibly be, chests mashed together, arms and legs entwined around one another... lips smashed up against one another and freely drooling into other's slippery mouths... and of course they were glued together in the most important place, his cock like a wild animal's between Celestia's legs, keeping her thighs aching-hot with endless, rapid thrusts of his little hips. Fresh semen constantly dripped and oozed out around his shaft, marking their sex as just as raw as it had been with Sombra.
The wicked monarch had known Celestia intended to be impregnated as well today, but seeing it with her own eyes... Up until today, she'd always known Celestia as the cool, composed negotiator on the opposite side of the bargaining table... Now, here, she was a woman in every sinful way. Stripped naked and intimately joined with her man. They looked like an earthquake, a fire, and all the demons of Tartarus couldn't have stopped them right now.
Sombra quietly regarded the pair, so deeply in the throes of their lovemaking. Her heart flared anew with jealousy every time she saw Twilight’s fat little bottom rising and falling atop Celestia, moving with such obvious need... but she forced herself to look at the same. She imprinted this memory on her mind.
She forced herself to look on at their... love.
Twilight had lain with Sombra, and she would bear his foal, but what they had done together could hardly be called warmth. This intimacy before her represented the deepest love. Twilight truly loved Celestia, not just as his teacher, his deity or his ruler... but as a woman.
Even now, like a little Oxpecker between two great Rhinoceri, continued to hump away at the big fat belly of his love, clutching her gut with both hands, earnestly thrusting away as if he could go on until the end of time.
For the first time in her long, long life, Sombra's heart yearned for such intimacy. In her private moments, she had wondered where Celestia could possible gather the strength to repel her forces, and save Equestria from conquest time and again, and...
Well.
Now she knew.
Sombra was startled by Celestia's voice, speaking directly to Twilight. "Is something the matter, my student? You've stopped..."
Despite Celestia's soft tone, Twilight seemed embarrassed. “Ah... Sombra was just staring at us so intently..." he murmured, before quickly getting back to it. He wiggled his cute hips from side to side, changing his angle slightly, and renewing his efforts to finish Celestia off...
The way he bit into his lower lip was unbearably cute and hot to both girls. Just for that he earned yet more spanks upon his sweet backside, from both of them this time. Celestia squeezed one cheek and Sombra the other, teasing his poor, sore flesh as he continued struggling to carry out his duty. Each smack to the colt's caboose elicited the most adorable cries... and plenty of twitches from his fat dick.
"Finish it, my student..."
"Yes, young Twilight. Finish in your beloved Celestia... Show us your strength! Show us your pride!"
Twilight closed his eyes, moved his hips, and moaned like a silly little filly as he climaxed.
Had the three been a more ordinary lot of lovers, that may have been the end of their spectacular night of decadent pleasures. Twilight, for one, was but a wisp of a pony, and found himself whipped about between two women far beyond his stature. All he managed in response to it all was to thrust into any hole presented to him, never able to think much further ahead than nutting in whatever slobbery, slurping orifice the pair were currently feeding his pole into.
As for the pair of mares sharing his bed... true, they _could_ last longer... even Celestia, with all her chub and utter disregard for any form of physical exertion that wasn't directly related to hedonism could go a surprising number of rounds with the right motivation. And Twilight definitely motivated her very nicely.
But those girls had their physicals limits too.
So it was lucky, then, that these three were among some of the most powerful magic users in the realm. More swirling, spectral energies than most ponies saw in a year flashed between the curtains and amidst the blankets of the royal bed, over and over, conjuring a reckless amount of mouthwatering filth. Twilight was called upon again and again with magics that grew increasingly insistent... until not even the combined efforts of Celestia and Sombra could manage another spurt of spunk from the hero of Equestria.
And fortunate timing, as well! They too were exhausted and ready for naps, but the air surrounding the bedroom drove them to want to continue indulging towards the very end. Both ladies knew that a perfect relationship such as this, where two mares steeped in might beyond mortal imaginations were gathered together with the perfect target of their affections would not be a common occurance again in the future any time soon. More to the point, after tonight they would be back to being bitter political rivals instead of the sexually free-spirited creatures they had turned into here in Celestia's bed. For this night, Celestia and Sombra could be lovers grappling with each other, not caring a whit for how they might appear to each other. Queens every other day of their lives, right now they were just two trashy mares gathered around a totem of supreme masculine might to fill their bellies...
Abandoning duties... letting someone else take charge of your life... few pleasures compared, sexual or otherwise. This was one of the core tenets of Celestia's creed, and now perhaps even somepony like Sombra could see the wisdom in it. Celestia and Twilight had taught her something new.
Twilight Sparkle awoke to the warm sunlight streaming in through the window, sunlight provided by none other than the mare warming his bed. As the molten tresses of the day anointed his curvaceous in sweet amber glows, the little stallion's face smoldered brightly... He had many memories of last night to sift through, all of perverted deeds enacted with his two lovers, and each one seemed to make his face flush a little bit more!
How embarrassing!
But it wasn't like it hadn't been unenjoyable. Venturing into perverted realms unknown, not just with his wife but with another mare equally as voluptuous and full-bodied. He had it so, so fucking good and just about any stallion in the kingdom would kill to take his place.
But it wasn't like Twilight Sparkle hadn't earned it, either. The opportunity afforded to him by Princess Celestia to dominate her... that had been a near thing. He'd walked a tightrope of domination to finally be allowed to be called master by her. And the same with Sombra, too, albeit with significantly higher stakes that time round. A single misstep and he'd have been char on the floor of her throne room.. and now here she was, calling him master as readily as his well-trained slave girl, aching for his touch, pregnant with his children.
He'd earned it all. Absolutely.
But the little princeling was still spoiled as fuck. He still enjoyed female pleasures beyond imagining in the beds of both Goddesses and Empresses. His dick fucked into celestial holes far beyond his recommended dating level, and it had showed in their trysts again and again. Last night he'd been like a wimpy little yacht bullied about between a pair of cruise ships... Totally beholden to their tides, totally reliant upon their mercies!
And now, as a reminder of all that, Twilight found himself waking between Celestia and Sombra's epic forms, a little purple and pink island formed between two colossal female forms bulging with lewdness flesh all over, booties rising from the bed in great mountains, breasts flopping wheresoever they fell. Every movement rendered by little Twilight was a titty-grabbing, belly-groping act of perversion, and he could only begin to right himself by clasping Sombra's massive shelf of ass in one hand Celestia's tumultuous wall of sloshing belly in the other. Thankfully both babes still slumbered... but even then freeing himself from the threesome was no easy task.
Finally, Twilight extricated himself from their meaty depths. His feet touched down on a stick floor, where he immediately used magic to clean up some of the mess from last night, or at the very least up off his feet. He stumbled forwards, dressing in a clean silk robe to stumble forwards to the shower to wash the sex fluids, and the stink of horny bitches, from his body, like he had so many times before.
When he came back, Sombra was gone.
Twilight was in a panic in no time at all. He charged about the castle, clasping the guards by their armoured collars and shouting confused and panicked words into their faces. Only after some extensively adrenaline-charged questioning did they finally understand the crazed scholar's words and they told him Sombra had left the castle on horseback just a little while ago.
Despite the breeziness of his light silk robe, Twilight had no time to change. Opening the nearest window, he took off into the sky with a flourish, soaring up high over the castle under the force of his own magic. He scoured the countryside, checking each exit of Canterlot... until he finally saw a figure on horseback riding down the mountain back towards the lowlands.
Poof. Twilight vanished in a flash of magic. He reappeared a moment later before that horse, suddenly enough to make it rear.
The rider calmed her mount, glaring imperiously down at Twilight. Queen Sombra looked the same as ever, not a whit softened for the excesses of the night prior. The sculpted, black-shod ruler of the Crystal Empire calmed her mount, paying Twilight only the briefest of furious glances in the meantime.
"Begone, worm! You dare step between the Queen of the Empire as she rides? I should trample you beneath my mount's iron-shod hoof!"
Twilight raised his hands, stalling for time. "Wait! Why leave so soon, your Highness?"
He wrapped his hands around her mount's neck, trying to stall the mighty warhorse. "Stay for breakfast at least!"
She shook him off, hurling Twilight to the ground. Her horse reared up as if preparing to trample, but she brought it back under her reins at the last moment with an expert touch. "Do you think I have time to waste on such flippantry? Ambassadors, scholars and weak, wimpy librarians know not the life of a ruler!"
Twilight implored her further nonetheless. "What about last night?"
She moved to trot around him, but he darted in her path again. "Merely one of the many duties of a ruler! I obtained the seed I came for... and now a strong heir shall grow in my womb. But mark my words, Twilight Sparkle... Last night was strictly business for me! It was the duty of a Queen, done to strengthen her nation further. Now it is complete, the road home opens to mighty Sombra!"
And Twilight... let her pass.
Sombra trotted her mount past him, surprised at how easy he suddenly made it on her. No flashing lights, no walls of upraised earth. He seemed to simply let her go.
Until she heard the sniffling behind her. A little whine and a sob. A choke, too, and a pitiful one at that!
Twilight wielded a weapon Sombra had not hardened her heart against... one perhaps a great general who'd lived her whole life on the battlefield could never have anticipated.
Blubbing.
She called her horse to a stop, looking back over her shoulder. Little Sparkle had been watching her go with great tears welling in his eyes. "So... Last night meant nothing to you?"
Sombra... She couldn't take it. Her heart fluttered in her chest, her body urging her to dismount and go to him, to comfort the pathetic, needy little father of her child. It was only through a superhuman display of sheer will that she remained in the saddle. "Hmph! I... It is just as I said!"
Twilight sniffled, nodding. "Alright... Fine. Go, if you have to. I'll miss you..."
Sombra choked back a little sniffle of her own. She didn't speak for some time. And when she did, her voice was as iron: "Ghhh... Guhk. Nngh..."
"Ghhhh. But."
"But?" he asked, eyes raising. Something in her voice made a slight smile creep onto his face.
"Perhaps... When the child is born... You may come see for yourself.”
“That much at least could be tolerated. Maybe. Perhaps."
Twilight wiped the tears from his eyes, his smile growing wider. "Really?"
"... I suppose. If you must. Insect."
"What about before? Can I visit before then?”
"Well..." she began, her tone turning evasive.
"A father's influence is good even when the child is still in the womb, you know! Some studies say it's essential for a healthy development!"
"I don't know about - " she began, but Twilight has fully sensed her hesitancy now. He latched onto her, following with her horse and coming around to her side.
"I insist! I'll visit the Crystal Empire as soon as I can! And you can come visit us again soon as well!"
Sombra grunted, sagging in her saddle. She had hoped for a smooth getaway, something to put a sense of finality on this whole embarrassing, romantic, embarrassingly-romantic affair... but now she saw Twilight Sparkle wouldn't let her go that easily. In his own way, he had a spirit to match her own, didn't he?
"A - Alright..." she said, finally relenting. For the first time she could remember since she had been born, Sombra knew the feeling of her womanly heart winning out over her martial pride. She rode out before Twilight could say anything else, before the urge to dismount, and be mounted , grew too strong for her.
Twilight, still with tears in his eyes, beamed brightly. He waved after Sombra as she rode on her way. "Goodbye! Goodbye, Queen Sombra!!"
Kingdom of Twilight Sparkle 3: Between Enemy Thighs
With a flicker of magic, Sombra freed Twilight Sparkle from his restraints.
It was weak of her, she knew it, but the source of her weakness was one so primal and rooted in instinct she couldn’t deny it any longer.
Of course, it had been a risk right from the start with this brat. Some time ago, she would have been under no threat... back when Twilight’s member had been small and cute, the most underdeveloped and immature penis in all of Equestria. But since then, it had been nurtured on a steady diet of royal pussies pink, white and black. Celestia's insistence on spoiling Twilight's dick by bouncing her slutty princess pussy up and down his shaft had turned his dinky toy-dick into the huge, drooling shaft he had now.
Now he was experienced at fucking royalty into submission. His shaft possessed a smell that violated Sombra's brain, and made her slit ache.
She rushed to get him out and into the open air.
Actually, worse than that, Sombra turned out to be in such a hurry to release his cage she forcefully broke it. The imperial seal, a mark of her ownership over him, split straight down the middle, shattered by her own hand.
The entire cage snapped off with a clatter, falling to Twilight's feet.
Twilight hopped up off the slab, slipping down to the floor. He walked to Sombra, near-silent footfalls filling up the dead-quiet space of the expansive bathroom. He dragged up his hot, leaking member, showing her the strong shaft and the large pendulous nutsack hanging beneath. Fresh seed dripped from the tip, leaking onto her resting spot. "Over here, your Ladyship. Look."
He thrust his cock into Queen Sombra's face, waggling his towering erection back and forth at her in a primitive taunt.
"My my... Look how hard I've become, Lady Sombra... All because of you..." Twilight teased, bringing his mature, hard maleness up between them. She should have shied away from that member like a poisonous snake, but instead the Queen just wanted a closer look.
Twilight turned his body this way and that, drawing coy circles on the stone tiles with a toe. Maybe the power got to his little head, because where he'd rushed to control her earlier, now he felt dangerously inclined to take his sweet time. So he let the moment drag out, letting her linger over the vision of the fat cock swinging around, filling the air her noble nose breathed with his masculine musk. "Now... Normally, I'd ask my partner to lay on her back, so I can continue the massage with this..."
Twilight tapped his nose, bringing the shaft so close she could have stretched her tongue out and licked it. "But, oh... I'd never dream of disgracing her ladyship in such a way, mm?" The sorcerer hid a cheeky smile behind his hand as he watched Sombra struggle between queenly dignity and womanly needs.
Eventually, she choose to succumb. She leant forwards, pressing her face against his shaft. She closed one eye to smear his pole across her features. She forced the tip back against his stomach with her face, steaming breath warming it all the while.
"Big..." She was drooling.
How had something so scary been squeezed inside such a small cage? It was too thick to fit past her delicate folds. So long that putting it in all the way would put its outline against her fit, toned stomach. It was uselessly big, not at all what she needed if she was going to get relief.
But... she needed it inside of her. Now!
Sombra rolled onto her back in a daze, massive chest flattening out and spilling over her sides. She cleared her neck of the slab’s edge to look up at him and feel his soft nutsack's heat radiating into her.
"Like this?” she asked in a sweet voice.
Then she remembered who was in charge here. Her tone immediately roughened again. “... And even if it is not, then you will continue this massage! I don’t recall ever giving you permission to stop."
Sombra bit her lower lip, her whole body squirming. She squirmed her legs together as she tried to hold back the tide of her need.
Twilight crawled up onto the slab, right between her legs, then paused. The little fox sat on his knees right before the chicken coop, and suddenly seemed very uninterested in proceeding further.
Twilight paused, brushing his shoulders as if wiping away dust. He fixed his mane, sweeping his hands under the sheets of magical colours and pushing them back over his shoulders. He purred slyly, then tilted his head towards Sombra with one of those infectious smiles of his. "I must have been mistaken, your Ladyship..."
With a little "tpp," one of his fingernails landed on the broad expanse of her belly. As he tapped away gently on her washboard tum, his finger was quickly cast in shadow by the mouthwatering swells of her chest. "Just what exactly is it you are ordering me to do? Maybe..."
Twilight traced the fingertip down to her boiling pussy, inserting it into her sacred place. He gave it a teasing little wiggle.
The response from the Queen was instant.
"Ahhnnn!!" Sombra let out a whine two octaves higher than her normal voice when she felt that touch. So close. She needed it so bad!
Twilight tossed his mane again, fluttering his long eyelashes at Sombra. He puckered his lips and blew her indecent kisses. "Maybe the heat of the sauna has gotten to me. Could you state it plainly, so your dutiful servant can understand? Then I'll definitely obey to my best capacity, my dearest Queen."
Sombra smouldered. She rushed ahead, wallowing in frustration.
"Your cock, of course! Put it inside of me!" Frustrated, she slammed her fist down onto the slab, a spiderweb of cracks forming at the impact.
"Use it to fuck me! Fuck me hard or the cage goes right back on! No, even worse... If you don't screw your Queen this very instant, I’ll call the guards to remove it!”
She raised her hips at him, humping the air like a wild beast in season. "Fuck me now! I need you to fuck me!"
"Very well, my Queen," he cooed sweetly.
And then tiny Twilight Sparkle mounted gigantic Queen Sombra.
The big-dicked twink assertively laid a hand on her thigh. This sort of power over fillies was rapidly growing addictive, becoming more enticing with every moment.
He pawed at the Queen's body, climbing higher on top of her. He started out massaged her hips, but soon travelled higher, until the small stallion alighted top of a mare twice his size... and many more times his weight!
He paused to take in the ringed circlet adorning her head.
It sparked a memory: plucking Celestia's crown from her head. Wearing it like it was his own as his strong member drove her wild. The untamed strength of his orgasm, and the force with which his seed rocketed into his lover, had been unparalleled. It was a divine pleasure, one he might never have experienced in his whole life if not for the strange circumstances leading to Celestia becoming his partner that night.
And now here was Twilight, considering repeating the incident with an entirely different royal. He couldn't help it! Sombra’s crown, like Celestia’s before her, represented her power over thousands of ponies... and the thought alone of just wearing it for a moment was enough to make the doe-eyed little stallion’s cock throb and his nuts churn!
He wanted it! He wanted it so much!
His mind was already turning to thoughts of how cute he'd look in it, how he'd want to pose and admire himself in front of a mirror or perhaps practise some royal decrees. Not to mention how his lewd dick would swell up even thicker, inflame even darker with even greater volumes of blood... and, mm! Best of all! Even harder, gushier, more insemination-focused orgasms to drive Sombra to her knees and put her reeling brain under for good.
But as much as he wanted it, he knew it was much too early for that. Reluctantly, Twilight dragged his eyes down and refocused on the squirming slut beneath him. She’d started moving more under him and the crown-ogling piece of crumpet realized it was due to him climbing atop her. The mane spilling around his shoulders and down his sides swept over Sombra’s body, leaving her body tingling wherever it touched.
Seeing she grew impatient, Twilight finally went on the attack. He seized a fat tit in either hand, massaging them with his fingers as he re-acquainted himself with Sombra's body.
"I see you can't stand to be kept waiting for me any longer~"
He planted a hand on either side of her wobbling titties, guiding her to clutch his arms. It was a position where he could thrust fast and hard: perfect for a sow in heat like Sombra.
Twilight's obscenely-fat cock poised over Sombra's sticky slit. It remained soaking wet from her previous orgasm, leaving her receptive. Ready to be pounded.
Twilight didn’t need any more invitation. He pointed the head of his cock downwards, angling it towards the body of the mare who had threatened his homeland's future, his lover's life and all of Equestria. He drove forwards.
Twilight's steely rod instantly spread Sombra wide open. Her plump and thick labia spread easily for him, pinned to her thighs as he drove inside of her and forced her to open up to take him. They were fucking again, but the power balance had been completely reversed this time. A change the Queen seemed more than pleased about!
"Khh... Mm..." Twilight started moving his hips, thrusting forcefully in and out of his new lover. It was time he converted evil Queen Sombra over to the side of goodness and love.
"Gnnnaaahh!!!" Sombra's head shot all the way back. Her eyes rolled in her head, tongue spilling out as she let out a shameless cry. It felt bigger than before! Much bigger! She could feel him all the way inside of her, and it felt good. She felt her insides being pushed back and her hard stomach muscles yielding to the attack.
"Hiiiiiii! Too big!" She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed her thighs together, trapping him between them.
"Stop, it's too big! If you..." she whimpered in a weak voice, no longer able to stifle her outbursts of pleasure. The queen of darkness was showing an embarrassing side of herself.
"If you keep it inside of me, I'll...I'll..." Her voice lost its edge, becoming breathless and high-pitched.
"... I'll cum...!" She couldn't help it! She had no defense she could muster against a cock like that. Primed as her body was, it pushed her pleasure centres into overdrive. Last time had been mindless bliss as well, but that was a candle compared to this roaring bonfire!
The cutie let his hips drop, going from hands planted and hips shaking to a more leisurely mounting. He placed his elbows on the stone slab on either side of her, using her giant tits to cushion his slender frame. A skinny boy like him, with all his fat concentrated in his ass and hips, needed extra plush and comfy gals to lay on top of. Thankfully, Sombra was one of the best.
Laying on top of his enemy, Twilight's hips moved with increasing rapidity. He was actually having fun now, enjoying himself with Sombra more than he ever would have guessed.
The little brainiac spoke to his captive again, taking a lecturing tone she'd find herself hearing a lot of in the days to come. After all, Sombra would need lots of schooling on how to responsibly treat her lovers.
"Kkhhh... I'm not bad at sex, right?" he giggled. Twilight looked down at her with the bright eyes of an eager student finally passing his lessons on.
"I hardly got to show you earlier, but you know... Princess Celestia taught me a lot! And I absorbed it all like a... mmnmnmm... like a sponge! I might be one of Canterlot's top sex athletes by now, heehee~"
Twilight leaned down and whispered in the brooding mare's ear. "And I'm going to share everything she taught me with you..."
"How about if I do... this?" Twilight changed his angle slightly.
Sombra’s breath hitched in her throat at the new sensation. She gulped as, just like that, without any warning, Twilight started pounding over and over on one of her most intimate and forbidden spots. One the devilish demi-goddess hadn't even found herself!
Twilight smiled more radiantly when he saw her startled look, and redoubled his efforts. He thrust with more of that teasing precision, substituting force for a more decile touch as he scratched Sombra's insatiable hotspots over and over.
"Ahaha... You might not have known about this, but you do now, mm? Maybe you should have spent less time studying war and more on touching your little kitty down here..."
He lingered over her, giving the monarch dreamy bedroom eyes, face-flushed and tongue hanging. "But now I'll teach you a lot, Lady Sombra..."
She recoiled as his dangling tongue loomed closer and closer. But no amount of squirming away would save her now. "I'll make you my personal whore, mmm..."
Twilight touched down, turning his head slightly, and plastered his lips to hers. He kissed her, even as his plush bottom, peeking out from under the curtain of his honeyed hairs, continued to rise and fall, keeping her stimulated and on-edge. Twilight carefully coaxed her tongue out with tender touches and pinned it under his own, waggling them together playfully.
He plunged into her again, guiding the Queen towards a second orgasm, while his fingers slowly wound their way up towards her crown... His fingers grazed it, and Twilight had to resist blowing his load inside her right then and there. "Mmm," he thought. "That's it. Come to King Twilight~"
Sombra's eyes lost their focus. The whole world lost focus. She heard only that pampered sissy’s giggling and the blood rushing in her ears.
She recalled the first time she'd heard it, at their initial meeting. The giggling of a brainless, entitled slut. It was like nails on a chalkboard then, and was one of the primary reasons she'd decided to lock him up. She’d wanted to knock the wind from his sails and rid herself of that troublesome sound.
Now though... with her body exhausted and sensitive and tender, with endorphins squirting down from her brain into her blood and convincing her she was falling in love, she found it hard to hate him any longer. With his enchantments worming their way through her body and his massive cock fucking her stupid, she couldn't help but reconsider. Maybe the giggling was nice.
Maybe...
An unbidden thought crept into her head, from who knew where: maybe knowing she made Master giggle should make her chest swell with pride.
Master? No no no...that was all wrong. Where had that come from? Yes, he was talented at sex, a ‘master’ at it... and maybe he had beat her in this, fucking her obedient with his skill and power.
But that didn't make him her master. No! She wrestled with the idea, trying to reject it.
Thankfully for Sombra, Twilight easing off a little on his thrusting gave her time to slowly begin regaining a single thread of sanity. She saw Twilight again, the new centre of her world... and she saw a crown - her crown - perched on his tiny head.
He was...wearing her crown? She tried to make sense of it, but in her confused state it wasn't until he started pounding her with all his strength that everything made sense.
Twilight wasn't her Master. He was her King. Her God.
Said God slowed down even more, offering up a sweet, sassy little grin Sombra-wards. He took a break from grinding his hips against the royal waist, and all the fuss of wringing out gooey, tasty blobs of thick cum, to lean back. He batted those long, sexy eyelashes as he suddenly became intent on fussing over himself.
The heroic little pony wrapped his arms around his midsection, easing his fingernails up his supple body. Then, with a kick of his big hips, he extended his pointer fingers upwards towards the silver and red circlet hanging lopsidedly off his head. He wore Queen Sombra’s crown, even though it looked, and was, far too large for him.
After all, it was made for the literal giantess under him, the Demigod of War Queen Sombra, with quite a sizeable head compared to his own. One wrong tilt of his shoulders and he'd be wearing it as a necklace!
But Twilight felt compelled to show it off anyway.
And all the while, the pint-sized usurper continued moving his hips as if on autopilot, taking thrusts into her that ran all the way from pecker-tip to sperm-swarming nuts. A few hours ago his movements would have barely registered a gasp from her, but now, deep in love's embrace, Sombra writhed and squirmed with each little wriggle from Twilight, and each slap of his plump, round seed pods on her royal butt. What once would have invited outrage now felt like softest Alicorn kisses.
The stimulation almost made her want to shoot both hands between her legs, to force him out so she didn't go insane from all the intermingling feelings and emotions. Emphasis on almost.
Sweat rolled down Twilight's face, dripping on his flat chest and curvy belly as he continued moving his hips in steady waves. He locked eyes with Sombra, keeping those forefingers directed upwards the whole time. He invited her to stare up at the crown bobbing on his head in times with his thrusts, that big red horned decoration glowing... glowing with her power.
"Look. Mm. I took your crown, Sombra." Twilight primped himself a little more, tossing his head to the side. The pony-boy laughed as it slithered across his head, coming to prop up against his other ear. The nude little pervert tilted his neck, fawning over himself as if looking into an imaginary mirror. "Hmhmhm... For a woman like you, who's never had to answer to a greater authority until now, this must be absolutely unthinkable..."
Twilight rolled his hips in circles, lashing her insides with one wicked thrust after another. He worked her expertly, making every inch he teased light up with pleasure, bequeathing to Sombra a self-traitorous desire to gush with the most glowing, baby-brained praise for the male gender imaginable. One male in particular. "Hey... Maybe I'll keep it...? Do you think I should?"
Twilight leaned closer, inwardly patting himself on the back for getting this far. Celestia would be so proud of him... This was a real victory for brains over brawn, intellect over brute force! This meathead under him who’d threatened him so much earlier... well, look at her now! Now her thick pussy tightened up nicely around him, inviting him to fire off inside her defenseless, fertile insides! What a win! Her submission was proof enough of that! "If you let me wear it, I might just fill you up... Oohoo~"
"Please, nooo..." Sombra groaned immediately, struggling to keep control and not simply lose herself to pure ecstasy. She felt her insides yielding to him after having been so thoroughly beaten into submission. "Please...!"
She gasped and clenched her teeth. Her warm body gripped his cock harder, continuing to milk him. She might be weakening, but that part of her seemed to only get stronger. "You can't...you can't..."
Another orgasm ripped through Sombra’s body, immediately followed by another and another! They forced down the last of her willpower, a tidal wave of pleasure eroding what remained of her will. "Please, my God... Let your slave show you her devotion!"
Well, what could the little David do when he heard that, but take that as more than enough cue to mount up good and proper atop that big, thick bitch Goliath underneath him. Twilight Sparkle dropped forwards, her circlet (now his!) dropping to loop around his long purple horn. With a soft pair of "plap"s, he squeezed both of her big soft tits in his little hands, mewling his praise as he molested those giant mounds silly.
"Oooh! These are wonderful... Ahaha, you really let your guard down letting these out to play..."
He plucked them up by the nipples and swung them side-to-side. He slapped Queen Sombra's sweater puppies until they glowed red with handprints, until her nipples ached... He could do anything he wanted to them now, and he would do all that and more. For the moment, Twi zeroed in his pink lips on a big nub, sucking it silly, like he wanted to take a draught of milk from her right now. "Schkkk... These Crystal boobies are nuts... They might be even bigger than Celestia, and she's got so much more of a tummy than you dooo..."
True to his words, Sombra was fit as a fiddle with not an ounce of fat on her waist. Those obscene tits resting on top of her rock-hard chest were a work of art... one that he couldn't help but want to wreck by turning it all to soft, pregnant middle. Maybe the Crystal Empire would finally know peace with Equestria when both countries’ respective heads of office were dropping foals for the same stallion, mm?
"Your pussy... feels magnificent. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out!"
Twilight got down on Sombra. From the back, all that would be visible now was his hips poised over hers. On upthrusts, that steely, girthy member spanned the space between stallion and mare, dripping with a mixture of their fluids... On downthrusts, Twilight crushed Sombra's broad flanks under his far smaller butt, all the roundness of her supple curves gone as he squashed down on her. Fluids leaked from her beaten pussy, dribbling down her butt and onto that hard stone slab.
On downthrusts, her cries of torment. On upthrusts, her face just barely visible between their locked-together thighs, eyes rolling, tongue drooling.
“Here it comes!” Twilight moaned in his sweetest voice.
“Do it!” she cried back. “Finish it!”
“I willlllll~!”
First cumshot: Sombra on her back, long trembling legs snaking across the sides of the slab, arms hanging uselessly. Twilight gooed up the insides of her pussy white as Sombra shook all over. She looked for all the world like she didn't know who she was or where she was. His nuts slapped right up against the lips of her sticky pussy and tightened and twitched as their contents flowed into the evil dictator.
Second cumshot: Doggy style, with Sombra looking back at Twilight. The look of shock on her face said it all, eyes wide, mouth agape. She had made the mistake of assuming the little brat's energy would have seeped out on his first volley, giving her the much-needed time out to cool her pussy... She shocked herself with the intensity of her body’s sensations, unabated "too good" waves of pleasure rolling over her fading brain. He reduced her to girlish squealing, begging the small boy atop her indomitable body to please not thrust so hard, to give her a moment to catch her breath. Twilight didn't listen: he just locked hips with her and let more cum flow down into her womb.
Third cumshot: Sombra sitting on the stone slab, so large her legs had no trouble touching the tiled floor. She sat poised above Twilight reverse-cowgirl, fat butt still glowing with handprints from where he'd spanked her silly... She splayed her hands out across the slab while he held her legs, little fingers half sunk into the giantess's tree-trunk legs. The runty boy with the fat dick thrust up into her over and over again... and she moved right back down on him, cumming over and over... Sombra felt like she was cumming non-stop.
Finally spent, Twilight kissed that aggressive mouth of hers. He finally let her lay back on the slab.
He looked down at Sombra as she pouted back at him, looking shocked, used and conflicted... and wanted to pat himself on the back. "Mmm... Mm... Ooh..." Twilight's cooling cock twitched in the open air, semen still flowing out, still wanting to get inside of a nice, warm pussy.
"Such an uncouth diplomat..." gasped Sombra. "A... a brute."
"You're one to judge..." Twilight groaned, rolling his eyes.
“Sorry we’re late, sweetie! Have you been holding up alright?”
“My, my, the Crystal Empire pleases Us so! It is magnificent! Exquisite!”
Twilight Sparkle met his friends in the Crystal Castle’s guest hall. He looked dishevelled and a little baggy under the eyes.
The svelte pony wore a fluffy pink bathrobe and held a fresh, piping-hot cup of coffee in his hands. He sipped it periodically with loud slurps. “Mm.”
He yawned again. “Everything’s fine now, girls. I... I sorted it out, yeah. Now I just... I just want to get some sleep...”
Cadance and Luna exchanged confused glances. Celestia crowded into Twilight from behind, cupping his head between head-enveloping bovine breasts. Her hand found purchase in the tiny twink’s mane, gently stroking through it like he was a favoured pet. “Awww, just look at you... Evil Queen Sombra must have given you so much trouble! Poor little man~”
He sighed and leaned back into her breasts. They were almost as comfy as Sombra’s bedchambers, the spot where he’d spent most of the last week. “It’s all under control now... We can be back home to Canterlot on the next train, even.”
Cadance gasped. “But we just got here! What about my hooficure?”
Twilight’s eyes lit up. “Oh... Oh, a hooficure does sound nice... Maybe a trip to the spa as well... I’ve been run ragged this last week by, um, by lots of late night’s working. Eheh.”
Celestia gently laced her fingers around Twilight’s chest. “Well, you haven’t forgotten about us, um, have you? We all missed you so much...”
Twilight felt his exhausted member give a little twitch. To a filly, all the ponies in the room flicked their eyes down to it, then back up. It was so fast Twilight wondered if he’d imagined it, especially with them pretending as if it had never happened.
The ponies were startled out of their conversation by a sudden crash from the stairs, followed by a mountain of a mare making her way down the stairs.
“Yoohoo~ Twi-twi...” Sombra peeked her head around the corner, then flushed red in the face when she saw Twilight was not alone. The great, strong Queen stepped around the corner, hands balled in clenched fists, biceps flexing intimidatingly.
“Celestia...” she snarled. The image was tarnished a little bit by the dictator’s fantastic body having its many splendid curves coddled by expensive red lingerie, perfect for teasing and titillating even the most bi-curious of femboys.
Twilight raised his hands, beginning to protest, but Luna was already moving to defend him, rolling up her sleeves and raising her fists. With two full heads of height on Twilight, the Amazonian pony was almost as big as Sombra herself. “Desist your advances, cretinous Queen! We wished to visit with our beloved Twilight!”
Twilight just barely got untangled from Celestia and dashed between them at the last moment. “Wait! Um, your Ladyship, let’s not be hasty.”
Sombra snorted and folded her arms. “Hmph! Do not forget these three were more than happy to abandon you to the Lion’s Den, Twilight Sparkle! They needed you because they couldn’t bring an Empire to its knees. They couldn’t choke dying screams from the lungs of their enemies!”
Cadance tapped her chin, smiling. “Well... I never have any trouble bringing my husband to his knees, eheh...”
Celestia sniggered at that, snorting behind her hand until Sombra directed a ferocious glare at her.
Twilight’s face burned under his friend’s gazes. Eventually, he took a step towards Sombra. “Dearest Sombra, it’s time for me to return home. I, ah... I hope my diplomatic mission to the Crystal Empire was a success, then?”
“What?” Sombra asked, snorting out of her nostrils. She slowly loosened her balled fists.
“There... umm... There won’t be war between our peoples? With killing, bloodshed... that sort of thing?”
The Queen blinked. Memories slowly came flowing back to her sex-addled mind, in much the same way Twilight’s seed flowed down her thigh. “Oh! Oh, yes. I suppose so.”
She remembered to harden her expression almost as an afterthought. “Yes! For now you have been spared Sombra’s wrath!”
Twilight nodded. “Then, I fear the time has come for me to return home, my Queen!”
Sombra leaned back, putting her hands on her hips. “Not so fast, little one... I haven’t given you permission to leave yet, have I? I think you’ll be staying - ”
She was cut off suddenly as Luna surged forwards. She thrust a finger towards Sombra. “Inconceivable! You wouldst dare take Twilight away from his important duties in Canterlot yet longer still?”
That had been the wrong thing to say. Celestia's expression fell as the room suddenly darkened, the air becoming more inhospitable.
Sombra’s pupils corroded back to pin-pricks, swimming at the centre of her maddened eyes. Her mouth distended into a snarl, as a thundercloud of blackest, darkest shadow magic roared up around her. She grew in size and stature, evil power swirling its way around her to form ornate black armour.
A single swing of her fist was enough to bring one of the meeting hall’s many marble pillars crashing to the ground. Her voice left her throat in a ghoulish, blood-curdling cry, like the roars the Crystal Ponies must have heard a thousand years ago.
“Do not meddle in my affairs!” shrieked the Shadow Queen. She upturned hands turned into talons, conjuring twin orbs of black fire. Luna moved into a casting stance, preparing to weather the oncoming blast, when Twilight once again interjected between them.
Whoosh. Like magic, the fire and the darkness was gone. Sombra’s face lost its malice. Once again, they were faced with an oversized, noble-featured pony in lingerie.
Twilight waggled a finger at her. “No. Bad. No killing my friends. Bad Queen.”
“Ahem,” coughed Sombra. A little black puff of smoke escaped her lips as she turned to Luna, lowering her arms. “I apologize for my outburst.”
Twilight Sparkle sighed in relief. “Thank Celestia...”
He laid a hand on Sombra’s forearm, running it up soothingly. “But... I promise I’ll visit you again as soon as I can, Queen Sombra. I swear on my honour as Princess Celestia’s diplomat, and the honour of all Equestria.”
For a long moment, Sombra simply stared down at Twilight. She seemed satisfied with his answer, but nobody, least of all her, seemed ready to break the silence.
And then she moved for him. Sombra reached out with those girthy arms, closing them around Twilight’s midsection, and hefted him off the ground.
“Unthinkable!”
“Oh my... What is she doing to him?”
“Darling, fight it!”
Sombra shifted her grip to Twilight’s big, plump bottom, and hefted the bathrobe-clad beauty a little higher in her grip. She brought his face to hers, and the others heard a long, wet and slippery sound immediately after.
The princesses crowded around in time to see boy and girl’s eyes closed, Twilight’s lips sealed to Sombra’s, and their tongues energetically moving together.
Sombra french-kissed Twilight until she had no breath left, then gently set her little lover down. “Come back soon...” she murmured.
She saw him out.
Once the ponies were gone, Sombra returned to her throne room, perching the plush, royal posterior upon her throne of shadows, easing her shoulder-blades back between a forest of great shards of crystal.
Sombra closed her eyes and sighed. She could still feel the little purple-haired one’s seed worming its way through her belly. Millions... Billions of marks of his love for her, and her acceptance of that love, rapidly swam to her womb... The more she focused on them, the more Sombra swore she felt that naughty boy’s guile in every nucleus, his determination in every wiggling flagellum.
The great conqueror, the terror of all the world, laid a hand on the flat, carven surface of her abdominal muscles, marvelling at how far that runt had come to actually make an attempt to plant his seed in her. In the end, she had been soundly defeated, made to turn over her most feminine core to an invader. He pacified her, in the most literal sense, with the stiff piece of flesh swinging between his thighs.
Overcome, not by a brilliant tactician or an overwhelming army, but by fat nuts and a few simple suggestions.
She crossed and uncrossed her immense thighs, wondering if Twilight Sparkle’s potent semen would find root in the darkest, wickedest womb it had ever wandered into... Either way, her stomach would soon be growling for him, and a refill, very soon.
“So, my pupil. We’re all dying to know... how exactly did you bring her around?”
Twilight shrugged. “Ah, well, you know.”
Celestia rolled her eyes. “I’m afraid I don’t, dear. You might have to be a bit more specific.”
He wiggled his fingers. “Well, I just applied your massage techniques, of course...”
Cadance grinned, rocking back and forth on her seat on the train carriage. “I knew it. Told you.”
Celestia nodded. “That you did, Princess. I was foolish to think he’d have some other method in mind.”
Luna clapped her hands joyously. “We have taught him well! Verily, a most pleasing conclusion!”
Cadance elbowed the other princesses, locking her gaze on Twilight. “Still... I think Twilight could use a little refresher when we get back to Canterlot... What say you girls, mm?”
Celestia touched her fingertips to her lips at that, smiling delightedly. “Oh, yes, let’s! I’d like to take you up on that, Cadance!”
With the three girls crowding around him, eyes ablaze, Twilight shrugged and smiled. “I guess I’ll have to show all of you what I did to Sombra, huh?” They nodded up and down, all smiles.
Cadance, Celestia and Luna as his girlfriends... Sombra as a mistress... It seemed like Twilight just kept on running into more and more stacked, playful fillies every which way he went.
The little stallion wasn’t sure he was ready to go back to Canterlot just yet... One thought of the envious glares from Ponyville’s eligible bachelors had him wanting to hide in the castle and never come out!
Author's Note
Funny thing about this chapter, I had to massively rewrite the ending when it came time to post it. Originally it was Twilight chatting with the members of the Mane 6, but then after I wrote this one I went back and did a little worldbuilding and revised my ideas a little bit, deciding that Twilight had lived in Canterlot his whole life and never visited Ponyville. I wanted Nightmare Rarity and Flutterbat to appear as threats in later volumes and it made sense to rework their backstories a little bit to make the story flow better. Unfortunately, while I do have some ideas and notes jotted down for Rarity stuff I want to eventually post, I can't say the same for Flutterbat any time soon!
