The Promise of Home

Luna tilted her head up from between Celestia's massive-- and massively damp, now-- thighs. "'Tis spring," she said, "Is it not, my love?" and slowly ran her tongue along a particularly tense bulge of potent flesh. As Celestia moaned, wings flaring widely and her juices coating Luna's face, the darker sister only teased at the puffy and aroused labia in white. Just a tender hint of delight, refusing to truly submit to the sun's hidden glory while the question remained unanswered.

A growl rumbled deep in Celestia's mighty chest, shaking the mountains of her mammaries in delectable bounces. Dark, strong fingers grabbed for the edges of Celestia's tensing quads, and force that could shatter worlds gave Celestia a pleasant pinch.

Still, Celestia thought while moaning, enough really is enough. I want head, not backtalk! She grabbed Luna's horn in a huge fist and pulled lightly. Nevertheless, when her usually submissive sister persisted in teasing around Celestia's needy sex, she sighed in irked, pleasured defeat.

"Lulu," she growled. "Do I need to force you?" She… wasn't sure she could. Oh, Luna was already deep into Solar Musk Trance. Celestia's arousal demanded that whomever was trapped within it rise and fall like the daystar, a thick, lung-filling sweet burn that illuminated the body's erogenous zones, focused the mind on pleasure, and called the vic-- the lover to obey Celestia, and Celestia's need.

But this was Luna Selene Solutae. The Unbound Moon in all nine-foot-four of her navy-hided, amazon-giantess glory. Wingtip to wingtip, horn to feet, one of the mightiest beings of Epona. Lover, sister, and finally friend, but more importantly: a peer. Celestia might be able to force obedience against Luna's stubbornness, but it would be no sure thing, and Celestia would burn herself in her own Sun's fire before damaging her sister like that.

So, subtlety, if subtlety could be found in most powerful alicorn, the most powerful preternatural being of Epona. Not goddess no, no worship, a fearful memory shrieked in the back of her mind. A full foot and a third taller than Luna, Celestia's one-hundred and ten inch mega-biceps dwarfed her sister-sub's eighty-five inchers just like her quadruple-Z super-tits outmassed Luna's lovely Z-cups; in thigh, in forearm, in pectorals, in shoulders, in calves, in every proportion, Celestia's shining body dwarfed her well-loved Luna.

And yet...

Celestia tried not to be jealous over how perky Lulu's pair was, nor how chiseled the rest of her body showed off her constant body-building focus. Besides, Celestia reminded herself, she came willingly to me when we made up. Gave every beautiful inch of herself to me, and demanded I use her thoroughly. She huffed a bit, glaring down at her so-called submissive. At that, the horny bitch gets angry if I'm not a bossy enough bossmare and dominant. But she won't obey now! Flustered, distracted, it took her a moment to realize she was drenching Luna in her arousal-- and Luna was still out-stubborning her! She reminded herself again: Subtlety.

Luna moaned, panting. The intense definition and gorgeous strength of her body was responding to Celestia. Celestia could see that, and the lovely bunch of muscle on muscle, of titanic traps down to giant glutes just made her gush all the harder into Luna's eager mouth. Without Celestia's approval, Luna would be trapped in that horny neediness until her own alicorn power and ancient might reasserted itself.

That undeniable need, that projected combination of unquenchable personal magnetism and will-searing pheromones should have forced Luna to let Celestia postpone the matter, postpone it and focus on their mutual pleasure. Manipulation, enticement, a driving desire but not a resonant Command.

All for naught. "Neigh," Luna moaned. "Shan't give in, beloved. You need this. She needs this." A brief incoherent moment filled Luna's lips with babbling, and then she mumbled, "Your Luna needs you to remove the st-- Eek!" The golden glow of Celestia's magic made thin lines, flogging Luna's heavy knockers but lightly; all it did was quench the complaint. Then, flirting her ethereal tail teasingly from side to side, the navy blue alicorn dipped back to her favorite treat: Solar Slit.

And redoubled her clench on whatever of Celestia's quads she could. The pinch of pulverising power pressed deeper against Celestia's unconquerable thighs, then stroked and squeezed muscle and fat alike. Massage dripped stimulation into Celestia's legs, and she spread them shamelessly wide. This, she could luxuriate in, and possessively ground her dampness over Luna's muzzle.

Waiting. She liked edging herself almost as much as denying orgasm to others. Luna would submit. She had to.

Or not.

Her bitchy sister-fiancée refused to give in! Celestia loved and cursed Luna's willpower. Loved it, because it made this act a true lovemaking between partners, and not a mechanical act of a divine Princess using a willing follower as a self-warming dildo. Cursed it, because even as she trapped Luna's terrifying strength easily between her immense legs, she couldn't force Luna to give her what she wanted! "Ah, Lulu, fuck me!" she ordered. Pleaded, now, in gasps, both broad hands grabbing Luna's horn and jerking it off rapidly. Grunting, she held out against the lingual expertise for a while longer.

If it had been her guards, not a one of them would have been conscious of anything but the need to do her every whim and then cum until they passed out. Twilight Sparkle-- until lately-- would have been nearly a golem, precise and focused but on automatic adoration. Her Lulu? As far as Celestia understood it, Luna was in a rather pleasant buzz-to-drunk state on Celestia's pheromones. It would be safe for Celestia to let the fire in her heart run wild for hours. And then do it again within less than a month-- less than a week, even!

And though that meant that Luna wasn't submitting to Celestia completely, was still driving her mad with erotic taunting, Celestia got something lovely from it, still. This was stimulation, after all; quick laps along white hide mixed with flicking caresses of tonguetip along labia. She turned the same expertise onto Luna, the same torment, cruelly pulling back from fondling Luna's flaring horn before any release.

But Luna plowed on, kissing and nipping across Celestia's hurricane-thunder thighs, then twirling just the tip against Celestia's big, throbbing clitty. Stimulation, even without the burning release her Sun drove her for-- Yes, Celestia thought. I can handle this, sister. I don't want to talk about our bargain yet.

She could handle the oral expertise of millenni. She knew she could. The pair of them had fumbled a few times in experiment when they were very young, and hadn't had anything like their current, consummated relationship prior to Luna's banishment. No lover Celestia had ever met came close.

Except Twilight Sparkle, her Perfection reminded herself. Which brought her mind back to Luna's probing, prodding… questioning, just like Celestia's greedy cunt squeezed and winked over Luna's probing, prodding tongue. Resolutely, Celestia focused her enhanced sense of touch on Luna's dextrous lips and the taunting lash of teeth on so-sensitive inner thighs. Racking one leg up over Luna's broad shoulder, she dug her heel into-- There, teasing cunt, got you!-- dug her heel into that spot just above Luna's tailbase.

The occasional muffled, ecstatic coo got Celestia nowhere. Even the squeak of stulted pleasure when Celestia did release Luna's horn unclimaxed only reminded her of Twilight Sparkle. Of a very successful… and currently not very busy Twilight. She pushed herself to ignore herself, to concentrate on the yes it's lovely teasing I'm enjoying this moment.

Luna kept to her work. Dark tongue took darker designs on Celestia's cunny. Luna's own sacred darkness, not the Nightmare's madness, thankfully. How should I be thankful? Celestia wondered, biting her lower lip hard and closing her eyes. This was so near to toppling her, every flourish and probe of the moist muscle against Celestia's nethers a near-perfect coup against her stubbornness.

She brought her other super-leg, an inevitable wall of virtually unparalleled strength, up against her sister's chiseled side and squeezed harshly. Luna might be the superior tactician, strategist, and so forth, but Celestia was far physically stronger. She compressed her sister, forcing air from the lesser muscle-bitch's lungs, and forcing her musk into the panting, lapping muzzle.

Nowhere. Luna just teased! Celestia's loins felt like she was humping her beloved sun; the heat of need was unbearable.

She could have just kept Luna prisoner in her legs and gotten herself off, of course, but that would have meant admitting her sister was right. A loss in the grand tally of bickering, loving competition of presumed eternity.

An eternity that she had nearly lost once already...

Might as well just discuss what she wants, Celestia grumped. And that way it's her tongue not my fingers. She sighed. Might as well… In her heart, she couldn't hold back Honesty at all.

Celestia Sola Invicta reminded herself, You lost the mare you love best in the world because you didn't listen to her concerns where they involved your plans. You almost failed not just her, but every soul that depends on us both. Maybe it's more than just 'might as well.'

A certain perfect purple megazon's form bounced happily in the back of Celestia's memory. Celestia knew well what gift Luna was trying to give them both. The only reason she was fighting it, really fighting it, not just a sisters' squabble become a lovers' quarrel, was… fear.

Holding out shouldn't have been a task, anyway, and at last, Celestia yielded. The stubbornness she was wielding was going up against her lover and closest friend's desire to help her. She couldn't fight that. Not when it would feel so good when Luna stopped teasing! At last, Celestia answered. "Yes, Lulu, it is spring," she said with only a hint of unprincessly pout. "And, yes, I did say when Twilight wasn't busy with the rite I'd… consider... "

Celestia threw back her head as Luna encouraged her lingually. Her own tongue extending long as though she could taste the sensation of Luna at her sex, Celestia cried out in near climax. Near, but not near for long.

Soft kisses abruptly peppered the much-teased pussy, and both lovers let out long rumbling whinnies of delight. Celestia's sex pulsed against Luna's clever muzzle, sending shockwaves through the unrivaled strength and beauty of her ten-foot-eight frame. The gush of her marecum over Luna's face, laden with the preternatural alicorn aphrodisiac essence, sent the nine-foot-four moon goddess into orgasmic spasms of her own. Any competition of lover and loved, of licker and licked, of any will at all between the pair was forgotten.

They came as the goddesses Celestia desperately didn't want to be. Their roars alone should have shattered the stone walls. Only a curious mixture of three magics held them in place. Their femmecum, paired deluges. The quiver and clench of supremely marely muscle turned them both into absolute icons of mare anatomy, and their wings reached out to caress either wall of their bedroom..

Beneath her, the dark navy of her lover's wings spread, not in eclipsed shadow, but in proud alliance.

Celestia climaxed the hardest, and her release filled Luna's world with pleasure undimmed by the mechanisms of transmission. Over the mere pleasures of a pheromone-triggered clit came Celestia's alicorn essence. Forget its heady scent; it drove into Luna's mind and soaked onto her skin, forcing her to squeal and cream with nigh-maddening delight. As though every cell of her body obeyed Celestia's command for her lover: Be well loved. Be mine.

The rush between Luna's perfectly chiseled thunderstorm thighs was only slightly less potent. It, too, threatened a dangerous positive feedback loop, reinforcing and demanding Celestia's sexual heat become an inferno. Though, to Celestia's unbreakable will, it was merely a delicious perfume, a heady apéritif to their lovemaking.

But Luna was not to be denied. As the shuddering slowly abated, she resumed relentlessly teasing at Celestia's groin. To lap worshipfully at the meeting between thigh and crotch, at her auroric pubes, teasingly close and lavishly lapping towards Celestia's stiff clitty but never even sliding over the hood. She was so tantalizing and cruelly submissive that Celestia debated just closing her legs around her sister's head until the bratty bitch remembered who was boss.

The warmth of Luna's breath played lightly over sex-soaked hide and she whispered, "Honesty may have been mine, sister, but you chose to wield them all when you stopped my madness." Tossing the ethereal windswept locks of her mane back, Luna raised her head once more. Eyes big with hope, lower lip quavering with manipulatory 'sadness,' and all her navy hide stained with Celestia's marecum, she begged, "Please, sister. Do not bend your words. You promised you would finally take a vacation-- and take it with your sweet little piece."

The power of the Woona Face, even covered with femmejuices, remained unstoppable..

Before Celestia could even try to deflect the idea again, warmth became heat nearly to match that of Celestia's own core as Luna enticed her across her own reticience. "Our wife to be, sister," Luna reminded her. "You promised to take her to our heimat-locus."

She had promised, in fact. Promised to take Twilight Sparkle home.

Celestia's muscles bulged at the thought, her nipples and clit somehow growing stiffer still with the very idea. Her beauty and brawn were united. Together, for a brief moment, she was a divine statue of perfected maretriarch might, and the sheer expansion of muscles let her naughty sister-slut creaming all the harder beneath Celestia's tensing form.

The idea was an insatiable drug, now that Celestia's inhibitors were stripped. She was lost on the thoughts. On stealing away her pretty little amazon student to bring her completely into the same plane, the same resonance that she and Luna had. On fucking the rather extensive brains out of her beloved, dearest to her heart above all save her sister, and there equal. On those rather extensive brains coming back in the morning after, and discussing thaumatology and geopolitics over breakfast.

Of marrying Twilight Sparkle at last.

The panting, groaning, shuddering moment that followed swept Celestia and Luna alike on a dream born of hope. Luna's alicornic essence, her marecum, came into its own alchemical power now. Catalyzed by Celestia's, the two senior Princesses were wafted away to a fantasy land that seemed to breathe both warm love and heated lovemaking. This, in its own way, was the lovemaking of goddesses; a shared pleasure that transcended their rather sticky incarnations.

What was an orgasm like this? The fancy of the marriage to come? The joy of a flowering herd? Hard to say.

But it wasn't the end, not in the slightest.

Her sweet "little" (merely mountainously mighty to Celestia's landmass) submissive was still coming down from the alchemical orgasm-high when Celestia refocused on the here and now. "Time to reward you, my dear," she said softly, watching Luna's O-face with an increasingly wicked intent.

And heat. Part of the reason Celestia had had to wait for the rite to be in swing was that, simply put, once her motor got running, it was so hard to be anything but a horny, dominant bossmare in need of slaking. Even after a decade (less recovery time) of lovemaking with one who had been her equal had barely bitten off some of the edge of thousands of years of simply never getting enough of a fuck.

She played with that desperate urge for a moment, bright finger teasing over dark tongue. The light scrape of her nails teased sensitive nerve endings, and suddenly, Luna was sucking as hungrily on Celestia's finger as she would Celestia's fat clit. Celestia knew the nervous system of every species on her planet instinctively and academically, but she knew her ponies, especially her beloveds, best. Just that little combo of scrape and stroke, of edge and gentleness, and her urge to dominate reveled in watching her beautiful warmistress sister cum from finger-sucking.

It was a wickedness that blessed them both, and Celestia giggled as she retrieved her finger from Luna's lips. With no reason not to, she took the moistness of Luna's mouth down between her thighs on that finger, mingling it with her own honey. She could at least frig a bit of her edge off while she waited for Luna to recover.

"Wha…" Luna stuttered for a moment, then shook her head. "Your pardon, if you please, Celly; I seem to have stumbled and left myself behind in the future." She tensed, her dark nips hardening as she heard her sister.. her lover… her mistress growl at her. "Oh."

Imagine, for a moment, not necessarily your perfect beauty, but a perfect beauty. One whose juicy curves and sculpted strength had found such an overflowing balance that they drifted into the minds and lusts of whoever beheld them. Not to displace one's own tastes, but to supplement them. To show an erotic core and fire that made the heart ache and genitalia engorge, glistening in a glowing aurora much more than just her hair and tail.

Now imagine Luna Selene Solutae, who very much loved mares best. Who loved strength second only to a moral heart, who adored nice big curves to suck and squeeze and nuzzle. Imagine her hearing that perfect beauty snarl with lust-- then getting a good, long, drooling look of that perfect beauty. The perfect beauty who did match Luna's own internal ideas. Everything that Dream dreamed of, on flagrant, flaunting parade.

Climax was inevitable, and entirely welcome.

Purring sinuously but shifting dangerously, Celestia grabbed her sister by her corded navy-hided throat. "Yes. Oh," she snarled. It wasn't quite so bad. The tantric rituals that Luna had been teaching hadn't just been for her apprentice cum fiancé. Luna was starting toughen up, to reduce the personal and metaphysical gap on the squared millennium of Celestia's thousand years holding Sun and Moon combined.

However, that just meant that their bed-destroying, pocket-plane-quaking lovemaking was more frequent. The logic was clear; Celestia reminded herself, Which is why poor, doomed Lulu is right that I can surprise Twilight with a week or two of lovemaking, when twice in a month used to knock her for a loop. "It's not Celly right now," she declared, and hoisted the naked giantess high up in the air.

Luna was beautiful too, dangling there. Hyper-detailed definition, giant curves wobbling around lusciously, warmare without equal-- ensnared. Trapped by a giant hand and held to squirm midair. Celestia's neck tensed, her clit throbbed, and she licked her lips. Her hips tensed and her pussy clenched a bit, but she forbade herself any moans of pleasure at the sight of the dangling alicorn of the moon. Standing, her immense muscles not even bulging, Celestia admitted to herself it wasn't quite true that she was 'Mistress Sun' yet now.

She had summoned her SOL IMPERAT OMNES collar, and bound her-still heaving ultra-amazon body with the white straps and trophy belt that were her prefered costume for really, intensely physical domming. Still… she reminded herself, keeping her loins in check, If anypony deserves a warning before I beat her into the same hide-shade as sweet little Sparkle, it's Lulu.

The mare in question wasn't finished with her brattiness, it seemed. "Oh?" Luna gasped around Celestia's terrifyingly strong fingers. The sensation of utterly dominating the second most powerful entity on Epona-- of literally holding Luna's very breath in her hands-- was the headiest mead to Celestia. She couldn't help herself; her nostrils flared with more than just their mutual scent; she involuntarily sucked in her lower lip and began to chew on it. She almost missed the bratting, though, and that would never do.

Luna's strength was sufficient to force the white fingers at her neck a bit apart, just by breathing, just by saying, "So… it's not Celly, who honestly needs some work on her intellectual dominatrix ac-eep!" The bratting was cut short by another Solar Snarl, and the slap of great white wings leaving feather-prints over Luna's cutie marks.

The flick of feather and the swat of wings was executed and repeated while Celestia's eyes bulged with lust, her skin flushed with need, and her Luna squealed with pleasure and pain alike. She writhed, but she writhed to better present her ass for Celestia to punish. For a moment, they concentrated on each other in the obscenely physical, and Luna shamelessly drenched the floor with her climactic juices yet again.

Still, Lulu rallied, saying, "What you're grunting-- excuse me, saying-- is that instead, I'm getting the terrible, awful thistle patch of Mistress Sun. That I, who submits only to one mare ever and rather enjoys getting a sweaty, physical, pounding ownage from the one entity stronger than myself… is going to get beaten, spanked, and made to squeal like I'd become the Pig-Princess of Orgasms?"

Celestia glared. Lulu, darn you, don't make me laugh or we're going to have to start all over! she fumed. Or rather, the cuddly oversoul of her fumed. The millennia-mastering scholar noted that there was definitely a challenger for both of them on the strength front, and that part of the whole point of their recent endeavours was that one would rise to give them both a little time off and let somepony else do the work for a change.

Her inner teacher called that a run-on sentence, and tsked. Mental department feuds were established, fought upon the field of bureaucratic honor, and ended, before a truce was called in favor of backing the Mistress Sun project.

"Celly's gonna giggle!" came the mocking laugh. Deep, now, not like when they were fillies. Raspy, too; Mistress Sun had retightened her grip. But repeated, always repeated, that mocking, singsong voice that threatened to rob her of all dignity. "Celly's gonna giggle! Celly's gonna giggle!"

We're not foals any more, though, Mistress Sun thought, and her sudden, fierce smile actually had enough force to shut Lulu up. Instead, she just stretched her burly arm higher, lifting Lulu's horn almost to the ceiling, and then hurled her against the floor of their temporary dimensional retreat.

A good thing they were away from home, too. Epona might or might not have survived the impact force with which Mistress Sun gave her disobedient slut the reward said sub desperately desired. Canterlot certainly wouldn't have survived Lulu crashing to the ground, her massive Z-cup tits wobbling wildly about. Her left tit even smacked her upside head as she crashed. For that matter was a minor but attributable miracle to the mutual magics that had made the place that it didn't just shatter the walls of localized reality.

"If it's a brutal pounding Lulu wants," Mistress Sun rumbled, "Then I'm afraid it's a brutal pounding you're going to get, my dear. I hope you have a good enough cushion for court tonight."

the growl and reverberation of her voice was pitched to Lulu's ears and Lulu's lusts. The vibration tsunami struck Lulu as she lay prone, and her body responded on automatic. The floor was pounded by two huge navy blue hammers masquerading as fists, and gorgeous quads that looked like they could support the sky in their chiseled majesty thrust up, heels hard on the floor.

Her gushing cunt was displayed for Mistress Sun's prurient amusement, and Mistress Sun was pleased with the result indeed.

And with her partner's resilience. "Promises, milady," quipped Lulu, and then yelped as Mistress Sun kicked her legs out from under her, sending her abused ass right down to the floor again. Not stopping there, Mistress Sun slammed her giant, size-thirty foot down onto Lulu's rock-and-then-some hard abs. Beautiful, supremely sculpted abdominal muscles that nonetheless needed more than just the 'some' as a chiseled leg that could literally have kicked mass on the same scale with their owner's sun came down on them.

Nowhere near so fierce, of course. Keyed up and horny, yes; anything but loving towards her Lulu, never.

She ground that big, flat foot into Lulu's stomach, chuckling in a deep super-contralto as the flailing, impotent strength of the Warmistress of Equestria was slammed again and again towards the pinning leg. Then Mistress Sun flexed.

The sight would have driven Lulu to weep, Sun knew, if the horny bitch wasn't too busy cumming again. Even Mistress Sun was too honest not to admit she didn't enjoy the look as much as the feel. It started with her foot, of course. Toes tensing and ankle pivoting, the bulge seemed to travel up, Mistress Sun's huge calf suddenly swelled like the rising sun. That titanic ball of beautiful strength was hardly the end. Tendons like bridge-cables across the void of stars pulled and became taut. Her huge thigh's succulent padding seemed to part as vast prominences, new mountain ranges grew. Quadriceps triumphant.

Lulu gamely struggled on, pounding and jamming at Mistress Sun's gorgeously expanded leg even as the mere muscular sight of it made her squeal and juice. She even dared try to roll off to one side or the other. Still, without the Nightmare's augmentation, Lulu's quest was futile. Her control was not.

Neither dominant nor submissive unleashed the full vastness of her power in that moment. The full scent of their aroused sexes, certainly. A certain hammyness, whether in Lulu's completely impractical writhing that mostly just showed her bouncing breasts off for her dom or Mistress Sun's smug triumph which mostly kept Lulu's breathing on the ragged edge, sure. But neither wished to risk the other, nor to risk their play becoming perilous through overcorrection.

Indeed, boob-quaking more than pure strength was the competition of the moment. While Lulu went for a sort of wild writhe, Mistress Sun went for a titanic tit-jiggle cascade instead. She laughed. Laughed uproariously, posing the whole while, raising the back of one hand to her muzzle, the other curled into a battering fist and planted on one of the orbiting vastnesses of her fertile hips.

Delicious, Mistress Sun thought, moaning in between gasped laughter now. Her ZZZZ tits felt so good in barely-bound bobbly, wobbly display. Nipples hardened and pressed against the straps of her outfit, redoubling the pleasure of it all, a wonderful foreplay even as its hypnotic excess 'forced' poor Lulu into drooling admiration.

There was, however, a lot of room for 'not quite perilous' within both mares' circumstances of the moment. Indeed, much of their activity would be taken towards creating the fullness of both mares' desires. Luna Selene Solutae was still Unbound, no matter how much Mistress Sun tied up and ravished Lulu the Slave. However, as lovers, even Luna's thirst for dominance was simply redirected. In general, redirected to her own submissives, and to being what would have been called a pushy bottom for Celestia had it been especially likely for Celestia to fail to give her beloved sister the release she craved.

Mistress Sun was quite well aware that her 'beaten' slave on the ground was at least superior enough of a tactician to catch her tells, of course. In There was a part of her that was far too aware that the whole thing was an elaborate pantomine between functional equals. Functional equals who had nine years ago and change shyly, and far more tenderly worked out the terms of their sexual relationship at all levels. With the thoroughness of generals, diarchs, and consummate nerds, they had worked out everything, including their kinkiness, and any "battles" were-- well. Because it got them both hot.

So when Mistress Sun dropped the laughter, Lulu the Slave was, of course caught by the "unexpected" knee-drop that followed. Which just so happened to fall on those beaten abs again, and in turn, left Lulu hissing in pain. The kind of pain that to an inveterate sado-masochist like the ultra-muscled Lulu, vastly accentuated the pleasure that Mistress Sun's huge foot soon "forced" upon Lulu's clenching, drenching cunt.

Both concentrated on ignoring their analytics, and threw scare quotes right out the window of their self narration. "Fiend!" gasped Lulu, and swung her clasped fists together in a giant mace-swing right up towards Mistress Sun's colossal tits. Mistress Sun caught them both in her outstretched palm, the lightning quick strike of her massive arm slamming against Lulu's wrists and making the blue-hided warmistress yelp in shock.

Shortly followed by Lulu also yelping out, "Ah, blasted Su-u~unnnnnf!" as Mistress Sun squeezed hard… and began to stroke her thick foot in swifter, skilled motions against Lulu's femmejuice-weeping pussy. Microcontrol so far beyond that which any of their younger alicorn colleagues could even conceive of let Mistress Sun wield the motion of toes and tendons and the foot itself with even more dexterity than a tongue or even fingers on a mortal pony.

There was a reward in this, too. More than the heady fumes of Luna's hypnagogic musk exciting Mistress Sun's own throbbing clit in turn. Urge was rising in Mistress Sun, and there was such relief in conquering her slut's pussy. But not enough.

"You're going to submit shortly, little slut," growled Mistress Sun. "Just give in, and spare yourself the pain." Words like 'Tyrant' or 'Rebel' were… not good for them, in terms of mental health. Not here, in their lovemaking, though both looked forward to experimenting with Sparkle and the others. The frustrated storyteller in them both wanted that kind of play. For the moment, Lulu was Mistress Sun's lower-case-r-rebellious slut, and insistently so.

Rebellious, brutalized, and already cumming like a common street whorse. In heat.

MIstress Sun didn't give Lulu much time to deny her. Still holding Lulu's wrists trapped and constricted, she reached behind herself. A bright white hand scooped up under the chiseled, sweat-drenched expanse of navy leg, and yanked forward. The smaller alicorn struggled against it, but she was simply no match for the unleashed strength of the Sun.

Nor would Mistress Sun permit her to desire such struggles, not for long. Her dextrous toes swiftly sought and found intimacies with Lulu's sex, soaking them, yes, but caressing folds and squeezing labia all the while. "N-no!" squealed the helpless wench, and Mistress Sun smiled beatifically.

Then she caught Lulu's clit between her toes to better torment, and pulled harder on Lulu's stretching, bulging, flexing weakness of a mountainous leg. "You're exposed, slave," Mistress Sun intoned fiercely. "Already caught; already doomed. Give over, and I'll fill your sex with more than just foot. Stuff you and claim you… again."

"Ne-- nnn… NEVER!" howled Lulu, kicking hard at Mistress Sun's sculpted side with her free leg. It was worse than futile; she was creaming-- squirting-- all over Mistress Sun's foot, and the huge Solar Dominatrix could feel Lulu's core clench beneath her shin, rough abs squeezing and rippling as the force of her orgasm hit.

It was also futile because it just put Lulu's other leg, no matter how strong, no matter how mega-amazonian, in reach of Mistress Sun's rippling, broad arm. The ultra-amazon Sun simply snatched the other leg, forcing it bent double and around like the first. "I could hog-tie you like the little piggy you are," she said with a chuckle, "But why should I give you further orgasms as you desire before you submit? Before you even service your mistress?"

Smirking, the ten-foot-eight alicorn rose back to her feet and released Lulu's waving limbs. She didn't spare her muscular sub anything, though. As the dark-hided beauty below sought to roll away, Mistress Sun's cabled, hawsered, redwood-might leg tensed, muscles like an avalanche forming under the soft padding-- and then slammed into Lulu's oblique as she tried to squirm out.

Before the kick could send Lulu flying, casual power and beautiful strength arrested Lulu's momentum. While the mighty limbs of the lunar alicorn were already beginning to prepare for a force-dispersing roll, Mistress Sun gave a casual leg show, a brief flex like continental plates grinding islands up into existence from nothing. Just for a blink of an eye, just to distract Lulu's attention with lust. And in that eyeblink, Mistress Sun used that flex, her long leg pumping out again…

And her heel came down on Lulu's sternum like the thunderclap of a crashing meteor. She pinned Lulu's broad body down through the writhing crash, then almost daintily lifted her marecum-coated size-thirty foot to dangle in front of Lulu's lips. "Clean," Mistress Sun growled. "Suck your lewdness from my toes, or I'll just tie a strapon over your cunt when it comes time to use you like a stallion."

As expected, the threat to her sister's (mostly hammed-up) misandrist, traditionalist Dignity was all that was required. Mistress Sun gave a pleasured moan as Lulu began to make long, obscene licks at Sun's toes, The press of tongue against the sensitive flesh, so used to avoiding all obstacles, was wondrous. Indeed, Mistress Sun hardly needed to reach between her thighs to accompany the shuddering delight of Lulu massaging the ball of her foot.