The Promise of Home

Lulu's world narrowed to her mouth, her mistress' foot, and her own clenching cunny. Her need, her fueled lust drove her, no longer to escape or to masturbate in lunatic frenzy, but to suck on those huge white toes. She slathered her tongue up and down over Mistress Sun's foot, the taste of that calloused white hide ambrosia in this strange moment.

And was rewarded by the gentle fall of aphrodisiac from her mistress' teasing twat, the splash of it igniting Lulu's already sensitive Z-cups with ecstasy. She moaned, but did not fail in her duties, trembling her tongue like a flat vibrator as she scraped it along Mistress Sun's broad size-thirty foot. She kissed when she dared, her dextrous upper lip massaging like pleading fingers across the taut white hide.

The stress of rulership and goddesshood melted from Lulu. Her hard core, the impenetrable Unbound Moon noted grimly that while she was getting the time of her life, her sister-mistress was barely even cutting into her own urges. Lulu could read it in the tenseness, the extra quiver in her mistress' legmuscles even as Lulu sucked and lapped at Mistress Sun's proffered heel. She would not permit Celestia to forget her promise afterwards.

Until then, the fun doubled and redoubled. When at last she heard her mistress growl, "Enough!" Lulu obediently rolled onto her back, hands at her side. She was unsurprised that Mistress Sun chose to rub their mutual position in, wiping her foot off on Lulu's face and muzzle.

S'fine, she thought. Means Lulu can do this! With the thought, she stole kisses from the conquering foot, then beamed up at the stern, growling face partially obscured by gigantic white-hided boobs. "Love you, Mistress," she panted. "Your Lulu merely wishes to thank your foot for the privilege of being its towel, too."

A chuckle escaped the larger alicorn's taut abs, rolling up through her gargantuan rack and putting a smile on that fierce face. Surrendering in her own way, Mistress Sun planted her dried foot to the other side of Lulu's head and squatted down with superstorm thighs spread lazily wide. Pretty pussy, was all Lulu could moan, to herself, as she stared into the gorgeous drenched sex mere inches past her lips, let alone the hypnotic pulse of her mistress' auroric pubes.

She couldn't manage verbalizing the words at all, and didn't care. She did care when Mistress Sun tapped two strong fingers against those addictively beautiful lips and nodded: permission.

Lulu curled with ease, her toned belly tensing and her shoulders twitching just lightly. Without daring to lift a limb that she had not been ordered, not even her wings, she easily held herself up and began to messily kiss at those divine labia. To lick-clean all the aphrodisiac musk and marejuice she was permitted-- but not daring clit or to go within without command. Not yet.

Mistress Sun groaned, and Lulu could see where her gigantic thigh muscles fought with each other to avoid slamming over Lulu's head and trapping her in the dark of leg and cunt. Not that Lulu would mind such a potent embrace of gorgeous mega-muscles, thanks. But she listened obediently as her mistress warned, "I'm still going to use you like one of my stallions, sweet wimp. Your tongue is nice, but I want to feel something stiff between my thighs while I pound you onto the floor."

Lulu had little time to earn herself more of the pleasure, then. Her nostrils flaring and lungs filling with Mistress Sun's dominating pheromones, she tentatively stroked her tonguetip closer to that pulsing clit nestled just beneath the base of the aurora-flowing pubic mound. "A fine pleading, dear slut," Mistress Sun crooned. "You can earn a double-ender, I think. You have my permission to pig out on the greatest pussy on the planet."

Arrogance like that would have brought their old relationship into a terrible row, of course. Luna was proud of her beauty, right down to the sacred dark deliciousness of her twat. But she and her sister weren't dropping trou in a bivouac tent to competitively masturbate and compare cunts. If Lulu's mistress hadn't ladyed it over her and reveled in her mistressy, the Luna part of her would have been angry and disappointed. Instead, she got her fantasy, she got her orgasms, and she got to make her lover squeal.

Even this is mine, a sad thought followed. And why I must push her to take dear Twilight Sparkle to our hidden home. Am I the slave in this phantasy? Perhaps, but the truest climaxes have been all mine, and dear Mistress Sun's need but touched lightly. A grin touched her lips, which she pressed to the gorgeous nether lips before her. Let us be harder for my silly-hard Celestia, then.

So she got to work eagerly. The same expertise that had driven her sister insane with teased near-climax before was bent to one end and one end only: total climax. Celestia might equally value cock and cunt but Luna didn't. So Lulu gave those tasty folds and pretty clit the ride of their eternal life. She'd spent quite enough time between curvy thighs, as an arrogant mistress tasting a perfect meal, as a lover of equals, spreading pleasure and sharing joy. Every tongue-lash against waiting G, every drilling thrust deep within moist folds, and every swirl of broad, flat muscle against that pulsing clit was the refined and practiced expression of cunnilingual perfection.

Just what Mistress Sun deserved, of course.

The dangerous bulge of quad and quad made the air around Lulu's head quiver. Mistress Sun was flexing her legs hard, grinding her own calves back up into her thighs. Not just in errant display, either. She fucked Lulu's face with a moaning, grunting, shuddering lust, rocking her enormous hips back and forth in partnership with Lulu's skilled oral efforts. Divine lips clenched, and when Lulu dared to flick her eyes up, she saw her mistress' rippling belly, a constant wave and surge of tense power as Lulu's work was rewarded.

As for the Mare of the Moon herself, this not-actually thralldom was no bad fate. Indulged in the fantasies her poor cult and thestrals could not provide her, she thrilled. Dominant as she might be with them, top as she might be nine lusts out of ten, Luna needed some time off the hot seat of mistressy once in awhile, something only her dearest Celestia could provide, for now.

The formalization of Safe, Sane, and Consensual was, in Lulu and Luna's estimation, one of the better philosophical developments of this new world she'd been thrust into. Speaking of thrusts… Idle thoughts would not get her poor dominatrix-sister off.

Despite not needing to breathe at all, she furiously inhaled her mistress' pheromones nearly as hungrily as she sucked down the Solar Marecum. Mistress Sun's orgasms left an indescribably glorious taste on Lulu's tongue, burning like ambrosia on the way down. The essence of those orgasms electrified Lulu, and as her mistress keened out a high, triumphant wail, Lulu's own untended but hardly unstimulated sex quivered with its own ecstasy. They were together, and the pleasure would always grow as it was shared between them.

Lulu took her time "earning" further mutual pleasure. She savored the taste of Mistress Sun's hide and sex alike, especially tending her hardened clit with worshipful kisses and clever licks. She modulated and moderated, taking care to ever-increase Mistress Sun's pleasure with lap after lap, but committing neither to over-stimulate one spot, nor to neglect her ready G within.

Whoops, she thought as her head was abruptly surrounded with bright-hided hyper-muscle. Somepony's feeling good. Squeezing tight enough to crush worlds but light enough to barely ring Lulu's bell, she could feel the trembles and clenches of conquering thighs around her skull in quakes and waves.

For all the clenching power and dizziness it caused Lulu, she pressed another pleased smile to pleasured Solar-nethers. Tis what a drum's orgasm must feel, was her whimsical decision. Not that the night-maned Princess of the Moon minded; her mistress couldn't unleash her strength like this with a mortal, or even Sparkle; this service was-- so far-- Lulu's own.

Service repaid with service, a wonderful high of resistance and strength clashing, and Lulu probed the one source of light available to her: her mistress' glowing nethers. Lulu might not have sweet little Shy's absurdly long tongue, but hers was long enough to reach the treasured depths of her mistress. Her upper lip, as capable as a finger, kept steady time on Mistress Sun's clit, and together…

Light and air returned, though Lulu still preferred Mistress Sun's fragrance to it all, even the sweetness of denied breath returned. Mistress Sun slammed her huge quads far apart as her climax struck, her thick hands running through her flowing mane above. Lulu noted the display, and the accompanying re-spread of wings and re-re-rebouncing of titanic tits, with an almost abstract adoration; her practical focus was on the squirting cunt creaming over her greedy tongue.

Mistress Sun's roars could not be so easily ignored, and they had their intended side-effects. Lulu couldn't have stopped her tail from flagging beneath her if she'd wanted. Having submitted to the elder alicorn, even her consummate cunny-focus was yielding to similarly submit to her sister-dominatrix's desire for cock, artificial at the least. In between slurping up Mistress Sun's orgasmic release, she fluttered her eyelashes at her mistress, and whined.

Given that Mistress Sun's unrestrained and unfathomably beautiful ZZZZs were flinging and jiggling about wildly, and Mistress Sun's head was thrown back in abandon as she creamed, Lulu's begging eyes were probably missed. But it was clear her whining wasn't; when Mistress Sun finished half-drowning her sister-submissive in alicorn marecum, she let out a rumbling purr. "Ready to be used, wench?" A tender, if stern hand came down to rub the Celestial scent over Lulu's muzzle. A mark of ownership; a possessive love.

Good, the irrepressible Luna within thought. No more shame for your lusts and kinks, my dear one. Your Luna will show you the way to be Unbound, and not merely Unconquered.

Indeed, that lovely threat, that dreadfully arousing promise-- all the same, really-- was enough to get Lulu shuddering from horn to toes. "Shall thy Lulu then be used as she is best made, Mistress?" she cooed, nuzzling Mistress Sun's hand with bestial abandon. For all she was covered and claimed by her mistress' climax, and pinned beneath the Princessly Pussy, Lulu blushed hotly. "Wouldst that thou made such use of me until sight has left and my hearing filled with thy pleasure, beloved." She winked slyly. "Of course, thy Lulu's sense was struck from her head in the moment you claimed her."

Her lover's scene-face faltered a bit, and she recognized the vulnerability that struck at Celestia's heart, here. To let her in, in an intimacy Celestia's special cadre could never have, to release those bounds of propriety that kept the Princess of the Sun as a distant and gentle matriarch even when topping her cadre… It was a venture and a blossoming.

A treasure, a gift as true as Luna's submission in turn. Luna's voice cracked a bit, and she gazed lovingly into Celestia's gentle eyes. "Bless you for opening heart and bed to me," she said softly, and Celestia smiled, tracing her fingers over femmejuice-stained hide, drawing abstractions on Luna's face.

"Bless you for loving me," Celestia replied. "For all I failed you, and others had to come to your rescue." Then, before Luna's orgasm-addled brain could protest such 'failings,' Celestia switched to a growling purr. "And along those lines, let's see if we can't fuck you silly, my dear cunt. Ready?"

A long eee of delight escaped Lulu's throat, and she wriggled on the floor beneath her mistress. "At thy command, Mistress Sun," she noted, then grinned broader, straining her head and corded neck against her mistress' prison of muscle. "And at thy convenience only, of course."

Slowly, Mistress Sun uncurled from her crouch. Take thy slave's breath with thee, beloved mistress, Lulu thought, watching the motion. Maretriarch, thou'rt the Sun, save what Moon can carve. When she had been younger and… influenced… Lulu had envied much about her sister. The row upon row of titanic muscle; the excessively fertile and fertilely excessive curves; the delicate poise and control.

All of that was on display in the simple act of standing. Lush waves of curvaceousness danced atop muscled masses on her legs and hips. Her breezy, warm tail slid across Lulu's battered torso like the gentle hand of mercy, only to add a merciless tease to Lulu's much-climaxed quim at the end. Her belly, fit and perfect, almost mechanistic in its rigid glory but with just enough curves to make it real and lust-devouring.

Her sex, of course, and her mighty mammary mountains too, but Lulu knew she would be lost once again if she stared at those too long. Instead, she took a now-critical eye to her sister's elegant vastness. The massive Mistress Sun curled her potent arms as she rose, sufficient flexion to bulge her forearms and tease at the power within her biceps, but only to bulge pleasingly.

Now, older, wounded but healed, and more sure of herself, Lulu was… proud. Not merely of how powerful and gorgeous her bossmare was, but of herself, and her own comparative musclework. Here, as in military thinking or weapons skill, she was the superior to her sister-dominatrix. She didn't flaunt it in that moment, but her personal bodysculpting, by biomantic will and relentless exercise, had achieved a perfection that even Mistress Sun had not. The difference in the muscular chisel was slight, but Mistress Sun's curvy excess, while mouth-wateringly complimentary to her sculpted form, concealed and contrasted some of that strength.

Whereas Lulu, if her mistress had ordered, could flex but lightly and show off form and rigidity, expansion and tension, all manner of wondrous bodybuilding.

She had not been so ordered, so she masturbated instead, slipping her supple fingers down to her own ethereal mound. "Mistress," she moaned. "Thy curves will shatter thy Lulu if thee but wills it."

Mistress Sun snorted, irked only in the smallest bit. Indeed, the whole session was finally, finally getting her nerves relaxed, her knots unwound, and of course, her pussy released as it deserved, as her poor pony cadre subs simply couldn't withstand. But still! While part of the fun was wiping the floor with her beloved bitch, Lulu did have a crazy tendency to switch between extremes of irrepressible brat and over-effusive supplicant. Her similar tendency to revert to archaic forms when truly emotional was… cute, the massive muscle-mistress supposed, but her poetry was so gloomy sometimes.

Still, bitch-boinking to be done, and mutual preternatural passion to increase and then culminate. She waved a hand as she began to circle Lulu's prone, self-pleasuring body. A smile did cross her lips; Lulu was so wonderfully messy when she was in ecstasy. She even managed to somehow end up with her ethereal mane disheveled into wispy-knotty strands, and that was just the weirdest of it. Celestia's teeth caught on her lower lip; she adored watching sweat form over hide that almost never felt strained, and a flush of dark red under darkest blue…

Mine!

A grunt escaped Mistress Sun's lips, and she firmly toe-squeezed Lulu's fat right nipple. "My curves will shatter you, dear pet?" she asked with a soft laugh. "You could tempt your owner to spend forever ensconced here, so long as you promised to scream and sing songs of praise like this to me."

"Forever, Mistress, thy slave wouldst-- ahhh!" wailed Lulu. The gorgeous sculpting of the dark princess' hyper-amazonian body came into sharp relief as she came. Between Mistress Sun's toe-manipulation of her climax-sensitized nub, and her own expert frigging, she lost herself again.

Honestly, I'm only slightly jealous of the sculpting she's gotten from lifting with dear Twiley's resistance artifacts, Mistress Sun reminded herself as she stood over Lulu. She caressed and fondled Lulu's flexing and tensing bicep, using just her foot's light press to force Lulu's eighty-five inch bicep to turn from peak to plain, not even putting her weight into it. Then she slid the big toe, nail-edge, down to the side and pressed-- there! I do like the effects my curves have on sluts like Lulu and prizes like Sparkle. And she also enjoyed watching a bit of pressure-point response put Lulu back into flexing her bicep out hard.

"Oh, stop pouting, you silly wench," Mistress Sun told her, and her horn flared. She didn't need to focus on the telekinesis to retrieve her next tool of mutual victory, so she just leered at her twitching sub. "You like it when I admire my property-- your body, that you work so hard to give me…" She groaned, panting a bit. It wasn't completely true, of course; Luna had worked out and chosen a path for herself.

But she does so love surrendering it to me, Mistress Sun thought happily, and slid her foot up to brush against Lulu's muzzle. The horny slave kissed almost as eagerly as though she were at either of Mistress Sun's lips, and the huge solar alicorn grinned broadly. "You did serve my pussy well, dear slut," she cooed at Lulu, who gave the most adorably lewd blush at the compliment.

Tapping her chin while Lulu enthusiastically debased herself for Mistress Sun's foot, the mistress considered her options. "The floor's a bit… worked from our last bout," she mused, "But I'm not sure even your performance was good enough you deserve to be fucked in a bed." She winked, and held out one of her larger double-ended dildos, still shimmering in her gold aura. It was huge, an old favorite for doing favored lovers, and she had none save Sparkle who even equaled Lulu in her favor.

It was broad and knobbly, ten inches wide at the thinnest, with a multiplicity of rings and bumps to better stimulate the Royal Pussy and whoever got to be the other end as the keystone in a night of stress relief. Just holding it out made her glow with warm memories of hotter nights. She quirked an eyebrow, and looked down at Lulu. Not one to waste a moment looking at a lovely mare in private, Mistress Sun brought a broad hand up to her broader teat, and began to fondle the soft breastflesh of the base.

Interesting, Mistress Sun thought. She's not actually grimacing at the moment; she usually plays up the misandry a bit, if just for persona. For all she was 'forceful' and arrogant as Mistress Sun, Celestia would never have done something Luna found truly unpleasant-- but something the little nine-foot-four warmistress could squirm about? That just made things more fun for them both.

But, she thought, watching Luna skip mock-shudders and go straight to the lewd squirming. An eyebrow raised elegantly, framed by Celestia's floating mane. Huh. She's actually following the sway of my toy with hunger! She sucked on her lower lip, licking her teeth slowly as she plotted.

Nickering with delight, Mistress Sun leered and arched her back. Her gigantic quadruple-Zs bounced forward; her abs stood out in sharp relief, and she swung the knobbly, soft-ridged mass around in front of Lulu's face. "Mmm," she purred. "Could it be that your apprentice has gotten you used to loving a cock? Should I animate my lovely toy here on your side as well? Not just fuck you like some pretty little stallion, but fill you like a broodmare, too?"

Lulu whimpered deliciously, and Mistress Sun was surprised to see real conflict in her sub's face. Carefully watching to make sure she didn't go too far, she pressed at the sudden flush of shame and interest in those expressive, almond shaped eyes. "You do think so!" she said with a laugh. "Little Lulu Pussy-Licker has got a taste for male-cum at last." She smirked. "Should your mistress be jealous? Your apprentice hasn't passed your challenge yet…"

"He hath not, madame, nor do I yield to any of thy unfortunate obsession with the weaker sex!" barked Lulu back, then yelped as Mistress Sun swatted her face with the huge false cock. The animation and living warmth Lulu usually avoided was already flaring in it, but much as Mistress Sun surmised, the massive lunar alicorn didn't protest that.

"You just keep believing that, my cockthirsty little pony," Mistress Sun taunted, and spoke over Lulu's outraged half-word, half-grunt retorts. "Or do you think you're any more capable of holding your climaxes against my will now than last time?"

Lulu huffed, and Mistress Sun chuckled fondly. She hadn't quite gotten to dear Sparkle with anything like that yet, of course; even for Lulu, she had only started directly forcing her sub to break discipline. It was one of the dangers; one of the reasons she needed the Herd to dissipate her drives. If she really wanted… if she really pushed… then nopony, no entity she'd ever fucked had been able to hold out. And I always want to push, she thought with a concealed sigh. I have to be so restrained from day to day it kills me!

Even with a lover; even with the mightiest of her lovers, on most nights.

Not tonight, she vowed. Lulu wouldn't be fighting her, and she wanted to send her on to dreamland and her Lunar patrols with bliss, not the tangled emotions that one of their clashes, if otherwise fun, would lead. So she didn't make the order, and instead, grabbed her sister's flowing mane in hand, and hauled her over towards the bed. "Cavemare style is the least I'm going to do to you, little cunt," she promised. "Speaking of Sparkle, I had her reinforce the bed the same way she did her own."

Lulu groaned, and Mistress Sun laughed again, her nostrils flaring as Lulu's arousal hit like the sweetest of perfumes. "Lulu," she said with mock exasperation, "Are you looking forward to me using you as a dildo-sconce? And pounding down on you until you are unconscious?"

The reply was prompt, and pert enough that Mistress Sun felt compelled to telekinetically tan her sub's cutie-marks. "Please and thank you, beloved Mistress," Lulu said cheerfully. "With an extra bit of boobnosis on the si-EeEEEeeek!" Her punishment earned and received, Lulu got in a climax early.

As a further 'punishment,' obviously for climaxing before her mistress, and not because Lulu loved the cavemare act, really, Mistress Sun hauled the bratty wench completely off the ground by her mane and hurled her onto the bed. Not that I can really begrudge her, she thought with a hidden smile. She doesn't enjoy edging quite as much as I do, and-- well. A blush almost slipped through Mistress Sun's adamantine self-control. She got me to promise to do what I wanted to do anyway, and it means she's going to be missing this for a week. The least I can do, really.

The 'least,' in this sense, included Mistress Sun slapping Lulu lewdly on her abused cutiemark, smirking, and ordering, "Legs up, wench. I know you remember how to be taken like a stud." Whining, whimpering-- and sticking her tongue out at the distasteful comparison-- Lulu obeyed. Mistress Sun took her time to enjoy the view of her prize slut shifting into place. Those long, rough-hewn dark blue legs were so gorgeous in their appropriately amazonian vastness, and the position had two secondary benefits.

Lulu's hips and rump were one of the few areas of her body with more than minimal padding at all. Celestia did love fat-bottomed mares. A nice, lush curve, still slightly glowing red from repeated stern spanks, jiggling and quivering with anticipation as her sex winked. The earnest invitation of Lulu's twat wasn't the only gorgeous invitation on display. She was flexible enough to spread her legs a bit as she hauled them back, but Lulu's lovely Zs were simply too big to let her knees avoid pushing back into all that pert, almost unnatural bounciness.

The resulting squish of the Lovely Lunar Globes was almost enough to tempt Mistress Sun into another position, just to get some time sucking on those beautiful black shotglass-nubs. Almost; it would mean disappointing Lulu's anticipation of humiliation-play to an extent, and Mistress Sun hated to disappoint. Even if I'll have her screaming my name either way, she thought confidently.

With a bit more swagger to her drool-demanding hips, and a bit more flex in her gigantic, bulky quads, than the motion required, Mistress Sun sauntered onto the bed. Her mega-melons bounced; her enormous nipples, bigger than even her own fists, perked a bit excessively as Lulu's entire body shuddered with very complimentary delight at the sight. Once she was on the bed, she remained on her knees, but Lulu's supine supplication kept their position clear.

Mistress Sun snorted, levitating the dildo over. "I know you don't need hands to hold yourself in place, cunt," she warned Lulu. "Even without your wings you'd be able to hold your back in place. So bring up those greedy hands and show your mistress where you're going to be dicked and dick-holder alike." As Lulu whined, she flashed a toothy smile. "Don't worry about showing me how much you're looking forward to it. You're flash-flooding my bed, my dear; I know you're looking forward to being used and ravished all in one."

Shuddering and shaking from a submissive thrill far more than any effort, Lulu's big biceps tensed lightly as she moved to obey. Holding herself up as her mistress noted, by sheer backpower alone, her thick fingers reached her puffy vulva and pinned the labia wide open, a dark wetness exposed to the Sun's prurient heat. By sheer force of will, she managed to even relax her sex enough to keep her clitty-wink to a little tremble of desire, but it seemed like nothing could stop her aromatic gush to be owned.

"Mine," growled Mistress Sun, and she roughly planted the 'plug' tip of the double-dildo into Luna. A curved, almost inverse teardrop shape designed to force the sub's pussy to take a larger and larger shaft, then fit snugly in place so that Mistress Sun herself was never treated to anything less than her own satisfying fullness, the huge thing bowed out as far as twelve-inches in width at one point. Animated by its inherent magic, it forced a hyper stretch, lewd and broad, on the dark, pretty pussy, and Mistress Sun's will set it wriggling about almost instantly

Lulu squealed at the obscene penetration, her fingers trembling, but holding herself wide and vulnerable for the invader. "Oh, such a drama prince," Mistress Sun sniffed. "I know you've been taking bigger cock on a regular basis, slut."

The long, groaning shudder that forced its way through Lulu like the Solar Shaft did her pussy was music to Mistress Sun's ears. The beautiful warmare-sub moaned, "Quality over quantity, milady! In thy hands, at thy pressage, I am the more impressed!" She was already bucking, her hips tensing and her shoulderblades slamming into the reinforced bed, and Mistress Sun was doing her best to play that up.

She knew her sub's sex so well, after all. As her hands wrapped around the hyper-wide and change phallus, she gave it a slight tilt and curve with each thrust, the better to make Lulu feel herself stretch, to feel her deepest, most sensitive regions stimulated with both pinpoint precision and a faux-callous force. Mistress Sun's control of the animated dildo was an easy multitask, letting her squirm it and wriggle the bumpy surface about, leaving no part of her sister's soaked slit unplundered-- or unpleasured.

Humming happy to herself, Mistress Sun watched her sub quake and quiver with pleasure. Watched that taut, tense belly begin to swell from the hyper-sized invasion. It was all delicious. A deep laugh bellowed forth, sending her immense rack wiggling and wobbling about, and she commented, "Rainbow of Light, you're such a pretty picture, my dear Lulu. You always are when that needy little cunt of yours is blowing your mind out with pleasure. And like this, my…" She groaned with pleasure, squeezing muscle and fat together with her two thighs rubbing across the puffy lips of her sex. "You're almost as gorgeous as when I've my fist elbow-deep in you and you start to forget either of our names."

Groaning and gasping, Lulu managed to thrust her hips up to further meet the stretching shaft. "At thy hands, mistress," she started, but quavered under a glare from Mistress Sun. Well, quavered slightly differently. "Ah, as thou wish't, I shan't be too gloomy." Then she gave her mistress a much more fiery, much more Luna stare. "So long as you do pound me to pieces… figuratively, anyway."

Mistress Sun laughed and began to thrust the shaft deeper and deeper, cooing and licking her lips as she watched Lulu buck and bounce against the wriggling intrusion. I knew the reversions were more than half an act! she accused mentally, but let her sub play the foolish time-lost and sex-addled wanderer.

It made her happy, after all, and that was what Mistress Sun's lust and love could agree upon.

At last, the thicker-still base rested against Lulu's slit, and Mistress Sun idly slapped away Lulu's hands. "Beneath that lovely rear of yours, dear slut," she commanded. "And be ready to be used."

Lulu's grunts were deeper now, and she carefully clasped her hands, one over the other, beneath her upraised ass. 'Ready' proved a little more difficult; the massive phallus didn't quite mold the body like a live stud or futa might their partner, despite the animating spell. In fact, the rigidity was a part of how Mistress Sun wanted it, keeping her pretty prey overfull and under more than just a bit of strain. Strain that accompanied and accentuated the usual erogenous flow of a stretch, of course.

But the nine-foot-four alicorn managed it at last, all four feet of stimulating shaft outlined as it plowed up through Lulu's abs, capturing and distending them, to nestle in the dark perkiness of her giant Zs. Mistress Sun smiled, and stood up to her full height. Muscles upon muscles in literally divine harmony followed the motion yet again, and through her connection to the sex toy, she felt Lulu clench and spasm in orgasmic awe.

She wasn't done yet.

"And what do you think of this difference between conquered and conquest, then?" she asked with a groan of her own as she dipped the other end towards her own pussy, guiding the stiff head in between slick folds. Lulu blushed, and tried to settle her hips and accept her oncoming mistress like a good filly-stud, but she kept wriggling. Even, or perhaps especially after Mistress Sun spanked her.

It's always so nice seeing her react to this trick, Mistress Sun thought fondly. It had only come in the centuries after Nightmare Moon's defeat. Somehow, despite the normal way that hyper bodies interacted, Celestia's had become quite a bit more… dominant. While a hyper maretriarch would still distend over a hyper stud's cock, relying on muscle control and eager acumen to maintain control of the fuck in the classic, traditionalist paradigm (the less said about the neotraditionalist, the better), Celestia conquered cock, be it of male or futa or fake, as now.

Of course, she conquered everything she took within; fists and even fingers on the rare occasions she'd lain with a dragon or sapient kaiju. They all did as the dildo did now: became compressed without damage, without even distress, to fit her form. As Mistress Sun, she reveled in this final, intimate domination, and so the hardness of her abs remained unchallenged as her core clenched, all but devouring the faux phallus on the way in. Thankfully, there was an… equivalent sensation to the erogenous distension flow effect, a heated, pulsing feeling of her whole form, frame and flesh and hide, enjoying itself with this. A full-body ecstacy distribution.

Perhaps down to her very spirit.

She took it all in, pushing her weight down onto her waiting sister. The thickness of it was a delicious tightness. Even if it couldn't stretch her, it did fill her, and there was a lovely irregularity to its knobbly construction. Even before she took the whole shaft inside, she began to clench her core around it and thrust down, rocking Luna back against the bed. "Going to pound you, sweet Lulu," she purred. "Going to pound you, and scorch your mind with pleasure."

"P-p-please… ahh!" squealed Lulu in response. Mistress Sun began to thrust harder, pushing her strength against her sister's, two impossibilities clashing. Lulu fought to speak, fought to hold herself up as she had been ordered. Mistress Sun just wanted to bang, hard. To see if she could wipe that bratty retort away with pure delight. She was the stronger, after all.

The strong, conquering walls of her cunt had only clenched around the medial spiral of the shaft when Lulu cried out in wailing climax. Her butt hit the bed, and Mistress Sun's golden magic punished Lulu's dark nips for her failure. Squeezes, twists, tugs, all perfectly calculated to mix pleasure and pain, leaving the submissive moon-goddess nothing left but to keep orgasming.

The brat remained. Mistress Sun wasn't too surprised to hear Lulu turn a moan into, "Please and thank you…"

Oh, thank me, is it? she thought viciously. Let's see just what you're thanking me for, beloved.

Mistress Sun gave a lewd grunt, grabbing Lulu's ass in her strong hands and squeezing hard. "My meat," she purred, rolling hips and stomach around the double-ended phallus. "My fuckmeat." She hauled her slut back up and into position with a rough heave, and sat the navy bubble-butt down on her heavily muscled superstorm thighs. Not that she left off the harsh hold; she just moved it to Lulu's curvy hips, her thumbs digging into the lush padding. It was enough.

All that magical false-cock, all the way to the base, all the way inside her, and completely defeated.

Groaning, Mistress Sun leaned forward, shimmying and rotating her hips to 'kiss' her pussy lips against Lulu's strained nethers. "Oooh," she groaned. "So wet. You like this, don't you? You like being made to take it like a stud in a brothel, bent double to give me all the control."

"Mm… mmm… uhnnnnnahhhh!" was all Lulu could respond as her sister-dominatrix began to thrust yet again, pounding her hard.

Licking her lips and curling her toes behind, Mistress Sun purred. "Don't deny it," she ordered. "I can feel that lovely tail pushed off to the side, feel your ass tensing. The mare in you wants to be broodfucked, but the Lulu… the Lulu likes being ground down into a senseless fucktoy, doesn't she?" Pound, pound, pound, Mistress Sun emphasized her points with rough, bucking thrusts over the dildo and against Lulu's creaming twat.

At that point, it was all over except for the screaming. And the squealing. And further pounding, of course. Lulu's screams were frequent variations on the theme, of "Yes! Yes thy fucking Lulu fucking loves to be a fucking slut to be thy fucking meat, howsoever thou so choose!" Mistress Sun found it flattering that she was able to fuck Lulu so hard her speech felt it, but she was still vexed.

Her pretty little fucktoy was still talking, after all, and not just wailing.

So she redoubled her efforts. Lulu's poor nipples were still under Mistress Sun's telekinetic 'care' (a care that certainly involved no mercy other than pleasure); it was a good beginning, but not enough. As she kept rocking her hips back and forth on the captured dildo, she sank her golden magic into the very flesh of Lulu's rapidly bouncing boobs. She followed the lines of Lulu's nerves, enhancing them, strengthening them-- perfecting them until the entire three-hundred and thirty-six pounds of succulent titflesh would feel like a cluster of clitori. So that each thunderous slap of hip to hip and sex to sex set all of that delicious sensation exploding back and forth.

"Mine," Mistress Sun grunted, sweat rolling down from her hornbase and dripping onto her sister-slave's distended belly. Each renewed call, each new thrust over the oversized dildo moved in her, too, pleasuring her pussy even as she used Lulu's like a sconce. Her toes curled out behind her; her self-control kept her tail caressing her glorious rump, but not by much.

"Mine!" she roared, slamming herself back and forth, harder and harder. Immense muscles backed by even greater power corded and bulged under white hide. Her biceps and triceps tightened even more than her hard grip on her lover's hips would seem to necessitate. Beneath her outspread wings, traps and delts and lats and everything bulked out; a map of some paradise-continent in rugged relief.

Relief. "Ah!" squealed Lulu, again and again as her sister and beloved used her tight twat and hyper-amazonian body as a mount to self-fuck. "Ahnnnn~! Aaaaa-hhhhh-n-n-n-n-n-n~n!" The squeals grew higher and higher, drool running down both sides of Lulu's muzzle. Her face was flushed with a glowing red almost as bright as her well-beaten buttocks. Wordless noises soon became just noise as Mistress Sun kept rapid-fire pistoning her hips over her end of the dildo. Even with Lulu's end locked in place, the Solar force-fucking kept her stretched and bouncing over the distension.

With Mistress Sun's magic adding two great infernos of sexualized energy, pulsing through Lulu's whole brawny body, it take long for even noise to be impossible for the well-used alicorn. She fell down completely onto the bed and her dom's thighs, a fresh bowing shift in the double-ended toy. Still horny, still not finally released, Mistress Sun kept thrusting a few more times against her Sister's limp body, eventually letting out a small, shuddering wail of pleasure.

"Th-thanks, Luna," she said softly, and pulled her sister's limp form up to cuddle her, docking tits with tits in a complicated squeeze and press. White hide smooshed around navy, and Celestia kissed Luna's sleeping lips. "Rest well, and guard our little ponies well."

A brief sigh followed. She was still so horny. Apocalyptic climaxes, kept from reverberating over the world by the centuries of enchantments laid into the castle walls and little else, only got her so far. Further than your poor cadre, she reminded herself. Glad I gave them the night off.

Celestia tugged herself free from her sister, and with her impishness returning, tucked her into bed on her side. She arranged some extra folds of the sheets around the still-soaked dildo, doing her best to make it look like Luna not only had a dick, but evening wood, too. Giggling lightly, she sat beside her sister's unconscious form and began to rapidly frig herself. She began to plan how she'd keep the edge of her horniness down, too, when her morning squad came in to serve her pussy and ass to the best of their abilities.

Her fingers speeded up, and her nostrils flared, taking in the mutual musk heavy-laden in the room. I'm going to be pushing that best, she decided. See if I can't get it down a little more.

She still needed to get a little less… pushy for Twilight, or the poor dear would end up sleeping through the week after just the first night.