The trip to Celestia's ancestral home had been promising, as puzzled paths and thaumatological conundrums went. Those were among Twilight's favorite funs, after all! After Barb had finished kitting out Twilight's bag, the princessly pair had made good time flying out of Canterlot. Celestia hadn't teleported until they were outside the city, hidden by clouds and spells. Twilight had tried to keep track of the re-orientations, but had eventually settled for letting her eidetic memory soak it all in. She could analyze later.

Or she could ask Celestia, but that sounded like lazy talk to Twilight.

After the dizzying series of jumps and portals, Celestia had landed in a craggy mountain range. The stones here had strange hues, and the earth itself hummed differently. Though there was plenty of sky above, Celestia had taken the route on foot, including passing through some deep passages only to emerge into bright sunlight later.

In point of fact, she'd jogged. Being carried in her busty marefriend-mistress-liege lady's cleavage while she traveled thus had definitely been an interesting experience.

Celestia seemed almost giddy on the road, though she had asked Twilight for silence until they arrived, and had remained quiet herself. She carried the dufflebag Barb had packed for Twilight in one hand, taking nothing of her own save the clothes on her back, and her Twilight. Twilight supposed she probably kept clothes in her parents' nameless home.

After a particularly long, dark tunnel, they emerged out into a pastoral wonderland. The air was sweet and clear, particularly since a rapidly burbling brook passed not too far from the cavern entrance. In the distance, a green valley rolled out under the watch of tall, forest-covered mountains. The sun was bright-- brighter than when they'd gone into the caves, and Twilight gasped when she looked up.

"Your sense of direction isn't off, and, no, we didn't spend a day wandering below," Celestia said softly. "This is, and isn't, my sun. There was another alicorn who brought our sweetie across the sky once. One of the first after the Fracture. He Faded long before I was born, and the burden fell upon the unicorns and the Heavenly Fulcrum." She shrugged. "Apparently, he decided to make it an especially warm and pleasant day when our parents put the finishing touches on the Valley. So much so that when father ordered our local day and night, he kept it."

Twilight nestled into the warmth of Celestia's bountiful bosom yet again. She'd made her peace with the awkward position a while back, and a sudden chill swept over her that the intensely bright sun, all wrong for the winter day they'd left behind, could not ward away. "Ordered…?" she asked, wondering.

Celestia pointed off into the distance. "See the rainbow there?" she asked, and when Twilight agreed, Celestia explained, "That's always there, always that bright, even at night. As is the relatively clear sky. It never rains here, but even if Eternal Night had come here, too, the plants would always thrive."

Massive, muscled white shoulders rolled, and the High Princess gave a wry smile. "Time was not something my parents felt obliged to respect. They felt it should respect them. There are four times here-- Dawn, which lasts six hours, Day which lasts eight, Twilight--" and here she broke her speech and kissed her Twilight deeply before going, "Which lasts another six, and then Night, for ten. My sun-- and I can feel its heartbeat and love-- never moves during a given span; Luna's moon stays high overhead, neither rising nor falling, at night. And when we return, despite having spent thirty hours for every twenty-four, the days will sync up perfectly."

Swallowing heavily, Twilight hugged tight against the soft perfection of Celestia's left tit and said, "Oh."

Celestia chuckled softly. "There are many secrets in the Valley," she said. "Some of them wonderful. Some of them nothing more than monuments to a lost society's inward decline. That rainbow, for example, could theoretically take us to Megan's Earth, the Elysium Crossroads, or a manifold of alternate Equestrias. That would be wonderful if we could use it, let alone understand how to recreate it." She shrugs. "And there's an apparently stone-perfect recreation of Megan's Estates where 'the Blessed' mortal ponies got to play when serving my parents."

The mixture of repulsion and fear that always hit Celestia when she honestly expressed her feelings about most alicorn religious structures other than their Elysial Estates made the thrum of her heartbeat pound faster at and around Twilight. It didn't last. The giant princess shrugged, a beaming smile rising over Twilight's head yet again. "But that's nothing, compared to the Beach House of Loud Dreams."

"Beach?"

"You'll see, dear."

Twilight had been skeptical that any structure could match the oddity of a fixed, alien (if comfortable) sky with a dimensional terminus rainbow that shone at night.

A single tower rising towards the sky would have been absolutely normal. Despite how pink it was. And it was very pink. Pinkie Pie would have been difficult to discern as a pony against how literally glowing pink it was.

If the river had widened, perhaps leading to a series of waterfalls or mountain lakes, that might have been an understandable 'beach.' I think I'm starting to understand why Celestia is a bit cynical about her… our… forebears, Twilight thought.

The Beach House of Loud Dreams was, technically, nestled up against the slopes forming the southern side of the Valley. Or at least, it should have been, and once you got far enough east or west, it would have been. The geography around the house itself was certainly no different than the rest of the placid valley… for what Twilight's expert eyes pegged as fifty yards back.

Past that fifty yards, stretching two hundred east and west the mountains opened onto a very pleasant-looking beach. The beachfront itself was more or less fifty yards in-- depending on where you were-- and the waves were nearly loud enough to be considered roaring. The rolling wedge of impossible coastline was replete with plant and animal life, and neither ponies nor any other kind of beings. "Celestia, the… the mountains, and…" she whined. She hated to whine to Celestia-- except as sexually appropriate-- but she had to; there was no other tonal response.

"If you go too far east or west," Celestia said with a little chuckle, "you wrap around, and you can never get farther from the beach than you can swim, or that would take more than about five minutes to swim back, no matter how long you take going out." She shrugged, giant shoulders rolling as they bobbed Twilight's confinement up and down. "It attaches to no body of water-- anywhere-- and the plant life exists without animals, great or small."

She hugged Twilight close. "I think animals could live here, did live here once, my dear," she said with a tender smile. "Ponies certainly can, and did. Maybe if we come here often enough we could reintroduce some species. We'd need to do some further research in the Library Columns first, to make sure it's safe when we're not in residence…"

Research. Library anythings. Twilight groaned and squirmed faster between Celestia's heavy melons, panting lightly. Celestia purred, "Keep that feeling in mind, faithful lover," she said quietly. "Sex on the beach eventually; settling in to home now."

Home. The… house. The extremely pink tower; Twilight thought it looked like a cutout of a series of apartment buildings. Stacked up three stories, a redder pink for the sloping roofs, there was a tiny rooftop observation deck, complete with a little blue telescope and some lawn chairs. There was a… squished… gazebo, barely looking like there'd be enough room for Celestia, but no apparent stairs.

Then Celestia sung to the house, and it opened. Unfolded. Twirled; rather than the front door opening, the house turned itself completely around. Not a speck of dust or turf was disturbed; the house was just backwards.

Or they were standing in it. "Celestia, what in Megan's Name is this?" Twlight yelped. The unfolding of the house had shifted into three columns of tight, almost unusable rooms on display. They were scaled up to Celestia size, but the bedroom-- the single, solitary bedroom, right above the foyer with no stairs-- was almost completely filled from wall to wall with the bed. There were some strange glowing stands, a night table wedged in on either side in a space so tight that Twilight wasn't sure that Celestia should be able to walk in it sideways, let alone at shoulder-breadth.

The other rooms were much the same-- a high thaumotech kitchen that looked to share more with the rooms you'd see on Sunset Shimmer's Earth, an open restroom (to the unfolded sky?!), an airy dining room with a table that barely qualified as more than a stand between two wedged-in chairs, and an odd little room that had a table, and nothing more. Compared to the absurd extravagance of a repeating day that synched up with thirty hours to every twenty-four, self-perpetuating scenery, and the space available, it was baffling.

Baffling-- and impossible, even magically. Wait, Twilight thought and narrowed her eyes. No, it doesn't make sense.

She squirmed a bit with the warm embrace of Celestial tit-squish. Twilight tried, really she did, for a better view while Celestia just cradled her close within her cleavage. She paid attention to everything-- not merely to what her horn was telling her, nor just her earth sense. Not even the odd, hardly understood pegasus probability vibrations. Twilight listened to the alicorn she had become, and to the power of Magic.

"They're portals," Twilight breathed, then corrected herself. "No-- they're folds in space. Symbols of the rooms themselves." She laughed softly. "If Luna was here and wanted to go to a different bedroom…"

"She would see hers," Celestia confirmed. "And she wouldn't be able to see ours unless we wanted to be seen and she wanted to see us. The bathrooms gave me anxiety fits for decades anyway, but I promise, you get privacy there, too." She made a slight gesture, and suddenly, the unfolded building unrolled a tall, cylindrical addition with a spiral staircase. "It can have stairs, if the owners want or permit guests. Daddy's lab and momma's salle take special runic impressions on your spirit core, but I'll wave you in later."

The two alicorns' eyes met. "I know you want to see the lab, dear," Celestia said in a sweet growl, "But you've been a lovely vibrator for the voyage and if I have to wait too much longer to ride your face I may just fuck your horn until you pass out." She thoughtfully tapped a finger to her lips. "Honestly, I'm going to fuck you until you pass out anyway, faithful lover. I guess my main concern is whether or not you'll be awake for me to cook you dinner and then fuck you into unconsciousness tonight. So! Bed first, lab later."

The promise of her muscle-giantess marefriend's plans had Twilight squirming and whimpering, "Celestia, I'm soaking my panties-- fuck, I'm drenched clean through!"

"Again."

"Buh?"

"You're soaked through again, my dear. And I appreciate the flattery, but. To work with us now."

The flight up was easy enough, though Twilight's stomach (and arcane receptors) lurched when they passed through the shimmering field that formed the entrance to the space fold. The room within was… soothing. Soothing was the word. There was plenty of space, for all the bed would have been big enough to fit four Celestias, and wasn't that an image Twilight loved? The walls were a soft blue color, like-- She blinked. "Are… your walls the sky on a quiet spring day?"

"You know," Celestia said fondly as she pulled Twilight up for a fierce, if fast, kiss. "You're the first one to notice the resemblance before I brought it up, dear one." She helped Twilight regain her balance-- from the hours spent captive in Celestia's cleavage perhaps only slightly more than the kiss. "I can, technically change it all. It's not really the sky, no, it's perfectly private. It's just sky-like, and a sky-light. At night, it will dim, but…" She smiled. "Blue is a lovely color, and I've always found it nice on the eyes."

Before Twilight could reply, Celestia seized her chin. "I'm rather fond of lavender these days, but you're not to blend in. Or become invisible." The gigantic, mega-muscled and mighty-curved High Princess leaned down, looming over her smaller marefriend, the aurora of her mane flowing into a halo behind her head, both eyes locked fiercely at Twilight's.

Knees going weak, Twilight struggled to avoid falling into the magenta eternity of Celestia's gaze. Her will strong, her trust stronger, she suddenly tilted her head, pushed up on tippy-toes, and kissed Celestia deeply. Surprised, the elder alicorn accepted her younger's enthusiasm, and the moment lingered.

Then Celestia broke the kiss and gave Twilight a slight, almost hidden smile. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for your boldness." Before Twilight could reply, she loomed over her smaller marefriend, smooshing great white ZZZZs across Twilight's head and shoulder.

In a flash, Celestia squeezed Twilight's plush-and-power rump possessively through the short-shorts. "But now," Celestia purred, "I want my Twily-butt. All my Twily-butt."

"Boldness is not off the list," Twilight retorted, and began to roll and squeeze the curvaceous excess of her ass back against Celestia's hand. I know you, my love, Twilight thought. As the jiggling backtrack bought her a fresh flash of Celestia's lust, raised her burly arms high above her head and began to curl and wave them in time with her shaking booty. You love pretty little dancers squirming for you, and I love getting you all dommy-dom until the Princess Mask…

Shattered. Celestia's hidden smile became a hungry leer. Her reflexive charisma, always intent on hiding her overpowering presence, broke. It wasn't that Celestia's vast musculature was hidden per se. The same powerful arms that could flex into one-hundred and ten inch biceps were there. The quads that looked like their own stretch of rough, hilly country even at rest certainly weren't hidden by jeans those tight. At that, while Celestia had a similar combination of curvy padding and amazonian power that Twilight did, the padding was concentrated, up top in front and in the Grand Sun Booty behind, with only so much left over for her limbs.

And yet… Even as obsessed with Celestia as Twilight, as strong her will and keen her vision, when Celestia didn't want to be thought of as a pillar of power, Twilight knew her eyes would just skip over those details. Would neglect to inform the rest of her brain. Ponykind in general had a mental picture of Celestia as a tall, vast, motherly figure, and that was the way Celestia liked it.

If still a fertility not-a-goddess mother figure.

Not now. Twilight gasped, and could barely keep wriggling her sinuous dance in Celestia's grip. All her lover-- her mistress, true and always-- was doing was just being herself.

Being the Unconquered Sun.

Muscles on muscles. Broad of shoulder, strong of arm and so strong of leg. Killer quads-- no. Twilight had killer quads. Celestia had apocalyptic thighs, thighs that you had to worship the pure power bulging beneath her curves… or watch your world burn.

And the tits… Twilight moaned to herself. I can't even think the m-word about those now. Luscious, heavy, colossal fat sacks of breastflesh, proud and high but so massive, so full that their jiggle would have continued with Celestia holding her breath in still air. "Please, Pr-pr-pr-Mistress Sun!" Twilight gasped, and pitched forward.

Her fall was arrested by her wings bomfing out in stiff erection, and stopped when her not-even-puny by comparison fingers clutched desperately onto Celestia's, Sun's biceps. Not even at their full one-hundred and ten inch expansion, but already hard and pulsing with the Solar heat. Twilight's head fell forward, self-control hanging by a thread preventing her from trespassing into the gorgeous cleavage valley before her.

Mistress Sun wasn't even really flexing, but Twilight felt a buzz, no a roar, from her achingly stiff clit, through the moist medium of her already clenching sex and core, straight up her spine. It screamed at her, the need to cum, the need to climax just by being blessed by her mistress still clothed presence.

Nonetheless, Twilight endured, let the thrum of her edging support her, carrying her over the rocky wave of her mistress' charisma. She smiled up at Sun, into the shining light. Dare, she told herself. She hasn't ordered, she wants me for a reason. Dare.

So she did. Love filled her, desire directed her, and overwhelmed the naked force of her lover. She stiffened every muscle in her mini-giantess body, bulging out dangerously in every inch. Fueled by her love for Mistress Sun, by a desire to be the strong lover that the Sun needed for fulfillment.

And yet...

Before Celestia's awe-inspiring mountain effigy carved to the honor of warmare power, Twilight knew herself to be a little hill, barely a roll in the terrain. If Twilight's legs were tree trunks, Celestia's were the forest-- no, a jungle, trees and vines and strength twisted into dense-packed superiority. Twilight's heaviest flex on her arm would have fit with room to spare in Celestia's at rest. The vastness of Celestia's chest-- why, it was more than how far beyond the end of the alphabet that her tits were. The gigantic, power-plumped pecs behind were colossal, barely-hidden leviathans beneath a sea of white hide, and Twilight's muscles would have been but a mouthful to such an overdrawn beast of a metaphor.

Thus was Celestia made into Mistress Sun, or perhaps, the Sun in Celestia revealed. They were ever the same. But by the rainbows, Twilight moaned-- thought, unable to form the words aloud, I love this light!

Here, now, with none of Celestia's exquisite body language ordering all who saw her to forget her might and be mothered, every chiseled inch, every fertile curve, all of it, pounded into Twilight's vision and ignited her loins as though she were near to touching the Sun itself, the inferno met flesh.

So Twilight kissed Mistress Sun full on the lips. Because, whether Sparkle or Twily or just the smiling Princess of Friendship, she was Twilight Sparkle, and of course she did.

Mistress Sun smiled, and tilted Twilight's chin up into the kiss. She pressed forward, looming her white frame over Twilight's purple, shoving her colossal knockers over Twilight's 'merely' giant. Nipples engorged into sudden stiffness in the ways monoliths do not usually spontaneously arise, pressing shirt to shirt and straining the fabrics of both dangerously.

"Hello, dear pet," she said when the kiss at last ended. "I see my sweet Lulu told the truth. You have become even stronger than the last time I made you kneel."

Twilight blushed, heat from more than just her disobediently juicing loins spreading rapidly. She ducked into a false curtsy, tugging further back just a bit so as not to actually shove her face between the drool-inducing expanses of Mt. Sunboob and Mt. Suntit. Which was which occasionally varied, especially as the Solar pheromones began to addle Twilight further, but she was fairly certain she knew them correctly at the moment.

The mental sorting, however, seemed to make her mistress somewhat impatient. Before the imperious raise of the Solar eyebrow could more than half-quirk, Twilight coughed and asked, "Would Mistress prefer that I kneel? Make the full horn obeisance?" She blushed and swished her tail-- and juicy hips!-- from side to side. "That I refer to myself in the third person, strip naked and cover myself in icing…?"

A deep laugh echoed forth from the taller alicorn. This did not particularly assist in Twilight's attempts to keep herself from subspace for the moment. Mistress Sun's gigantic breasts were barely constrained by the low-cut t-shirt and the heroically designed and enchanted ZZZZ-cup bra beneath. They… wobbled. It was a poor word; twin mountains of jiggly teat wriggling just so-- no.

Just perfectly. Everything about Mistress Sun flared with perfection. Not always actually perfect, even for an alicorn. Perfection, the process. But a simple thing like how a pair of titan-tits bounced and jogged about as she laughed? Yes, thought Twilight, openly drooling. Perfect…

She could feel the glorious breasts, clothed and restrained or not, hypnotizing her. Sapping her will to do anything but collapse and beg to be permitted to worship every inch, and then beg to be forgiven for the temerity. Lesser mares-- mares, stallions, futa-neighri, and other species as well-- lesser lovers had, Twilight knew.

Celestia had told her, and told her how Celestia deeply desired lovers who would not so be broken.

Twilight, therefore, refused to be broken. Was her will sapped? Perhaps, but her mind was such a fortress, such a beacon, as to require sterner undermining that just jiggle. Even if I am certain mistress is adding a bit.

The curves of a smile pulled in not-quite-confirmation at the edge of Mistress Sun's lips. She rocked back on her heels, looking thoughtful. Only Twilight's diligence in avoiding the snare of the sudden redoubling of hypnotitic jiggle let her nearly be caught by the wriggle and lewd lushness of Sun's broader-than-broad, curvy beyond belief hips; the swish of Sun's auroric tail pulling her in like a lure

Then Mistress Sun kissed her, and Twilight climaxed, unable to resist it any longer. The endless strength of her mistress' arms enveloped her. Held her. Claimed her-- and supported her. If the titanic alicorn trapped Twilight in her bulging embrace, she supported Twilight through her climax. Not that she did not extract her toll; huge fingers spread over Twilight's jiggling, wriggling ass to squeeze right down to her flexing glutes as she soaked her short-shorts with marejuices yet again.

Mistress Sun's tongue forced its way past Twilight's squealing lips, conquering her mouth and tasting her deep. She pulled the lavender alicorn tight to her, breasts smooshing and docking together in endless and spectacular disarray. Only when Twilight had a full minute of climax did Mistress Sun cease kissing, pulling back-- and bouncing on her heels again.

"Mistress!" Twilight complained. Well. Groaned. Groaned could be a groan of complaint, she insisted to herself.

Her massive mistress fanned her still-hypnobobbling breasts, then stilled every last jiggle with a simple touch of her left palm over her cleavage. All was as she would have it, and her smile's brilliance redoubled. "My apologies, Twilight, truly," she said with a gently lascivious grin. "I'm stepping ahead of myself." She winked. "A challenge, my dearest pet. Can you recall the first night you truly gave yourself to me without ending up in a puddle at my feet?"

"Y.." Twilight gasped, and the memory ripped through her. Her mistress'-- Goddess', she remembered, in her heart of hearts bound to Honesty near as much as Applejack-- sadness at the new moon's missing light. A ritual, a full month of a determined little unicorn not lifting so much as a quill with magic, nor even seeing to her own release, let alone another's. Denial, from one moon to the next. "Yes! I remember! I remember every m-m-moment, Megan and Moochick, mistress, ahnnnn!"

She was heaving, rocking, her wings trying to stretch out further. Her jiggles held not the Sun's compelling magnetism, though they certainly held Mistress Sun's appreciation. Her ass, the deliciously plump derriere over hardened mega-muscle she was so proud of-- just a shadow of the Sun.

But Twilight had the Sun's smile, and that gave her enough presence of mind to smile vaguely and brat. "Maybe, ah, ah… not a puddle," she groaned, her core clenching so hard she nearly self-smothered upon her own broad breasts-- or Mistress Sun's! Her eyes still glazing as the amazing night-- a few hours only, truly-- blazed through her head, she whimpered. She had been so much weaker then. And if she was more potent, more resistant now, the intensity felt the same.

A soft coo was accompanied by a possessive caress over her neck. "But you wish to kneel, faithful lover?" Mistress Sun purred, a nickering laugh following. Twilight couldn't see the jiggle any more; her eyes were full of the past. Still, her mistress spoke. "If you must; but dearest, you drench me, with your sacrifice. With the strength you offer to me."

Gratefully groaning, Twilight folded herself to her knees carefully. The elegance that her mistress demanded kept her massive muscles-- so small beneath the might of her owner-- in check. Her trembling ceased, though the vibration of pleasure continued. To her knees she went, knight before her princess.

Her queen.

Mistress Sun smiled. Twilight could feel the warmth, though her head was bowed. The radiance of it swept across her shoulders and wings, leered lovingly over her U-cup udders, shone over quads and biceps and triceps alike. The heavily corded muscles were in a tense sort of rest, held still for the review of the all-conquering Sun.

"Excellent, dear Twilight," Mistress Sun cooed softly. "Now, attend. You no longer have need of such preparation to draw power, and I haven't the patience to wait a month. So you will guide me; I will paint the runes upon your body, and then you will energize them." The smile's brilliance redoubled. "Edible hide paint. I will enjoy flavoring and tasting my sweet little muscle-bitch."

Just the suggestion, just the hope of being her mistress' toy and satiation, was enough to force Twilight to lock herself down, to assert microcontrol over her increasingly insatiable clit. "N-not ordered, I know, Mistress," she moaned as Mistress Sun tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at the unclimax. "B-but I'm tapping this. Any extra helps."

A rough chuckle sent the tantra in Twilight spiking desperately, right down to her root. "Any other time, I'd take deeper advantage to help you," Mistress Sun commented. "But I want to actually fuck you, dear. Are you prepared to give… no, I won't make you give me orders, poor dear." Twilight whined at the very thought, earning her heavy hanging knockers a wingswatting from her mistress.

That brightened up her day, as did her mistress' explanation. Mistress Sun corrected herself, saying, "Are you prepared to guide my hand in binding you? In setting your body to channel your magic, your stars, and the friendship of your heart to survive my undivided attention for a week?"

Determination rose in Twilight, harder than her hide-- harder than her nipples' stiff arousal at her mistress' interest. "Yes," she said, suppressing the stutter. "I am in your hands, my mistress, my love, and my mind and soul are given to you." At Sun's gesture, she rose slowly to her knees, somewhat wobbly from her little trip through Solar lusts and love alike.

And Mistress Sun hadn't even really started fucking her yet. A thin line of golden energy strung out from Sun's horn to catch Twilight's collar. Somehow, the glow separated from the giantess' horn, levitated down to her hand, and soon, Twilight was stumbling happily after her much bigger, much buffer mistress.

She was lead over to the huge bed, nipples stiffer than steel. Once alongside, Mistress Sun slapped her ass gently, only enough to leave a red handprint over Twilight's cutie mark. And to leave her squealing, of course, the pleasure-sting nearly breaking her over into full climax just at the touch.

"There we go," purred the colossal Sun. She towered over Twilight, who barely reached up to one of those low-hanging megatitties. "So. This is for you as much as it is for me, dearest of sluts. Would you prefer to try to obey me? Or to be forced?"

Twilight's cheeks reddened as much as the handprint on her rump. "I'd l-like to obey, mistress," she said, the megazon blushing before her ultrazon lover. "I want to be strong for you."

The smile she got was reward enough. "I love you, Twilight," Mistress Sun said softly. "Thank you, forever thank you." She stroked one of Twilight's blushes gently; Twilight could feel the rough strength in the deft fingers and cooed, nuzzling against her mistress' broad palm. "Now. Will I need to paint your legs?"

When Twilight blushed brighter and nodded, Mistress Sun just smiled even brighter and asked, "On your back?" A nod. "Mm. Could we skip your front if I just bent you over the bed and made free with you?"

"Eeeeee," Twilight squeaked, wriggling her plush ass and striped tail about. Her toes curled, trying to dig into the odd floor and gaining nothing. "Yes mistress! Please mistress! May I be a bit of a broody about it, mistress?"

Mistress Sun ground her lush right hip into Twilight's tits, considering. "Yes," she decided, then leaned way over, enveloping Twilight's chest with her own far-more-massive melons, and kissed the squee to silence. "But only if you knock the repetitions off a bit, dear. If I could be less… forceful with you right now, I would; I honestly wish…"

Twilight took her lover's huge hand in between her own strong palms and squeezed. "Then you are Mistress Celestia to me for now," she said firmly. "Until you order otherwise, your whorse will… moderate."

Names are important things. Mistress Celestia signaled her approval by deep-throating Twilight's purple horn in one gulp. Twilight yelped at first, then panted, moaning her mistress' name-- names, both interchanging as her horn charged up. She tried to force an edge…

But her mistress would have none of it. When Celestia's tongue wrapped around Twilight's horntip and swirled, Twilight screamed in climax. Her empty sex clenched and throbbed as though her mistress had deigned to fist her, and her magic flared off into Mistress Celestia's greedy, sucking throat.

Mistress Celestia gorged on Twilight's mana, taking it into herself as the horn spluttered and flared for her prurient taste. Eventually, she popped it out of her mouth, forced Twilight's head back, and swirled her own magic-jizz back over Twilight's tongue, sharing the flaring illusions. She didn't let Twilight have it all back; Twilight suspected her mistress had plans for that power.

The leash was released, and Mistress Celestia planted her hands on her hips, staring down at Twilight. Ulping, Twilight feigned a most coquettish blush, a broody's lie as she covered her magenta-glowing lips with one hand and her fat, aching nipples with a burly forearm. "M-mistress!" she chirped. "You embarrass your broody bitch so." She swished and rolled her hips, the lewd invitation belying any pretended shyness as she turned around.

Her tail flicked over her quivering ass, never failing in its flag. Now, Twilight knew, her aching cunt winking wetly, Now I shall find my victory in surrender; now, I shall kiss the sun. And though I burn…

I shall not fade away; neigh, I shall become more still for the burning.

Author's Note

So this has had like one or two passes, max, very thinly edited indeed. Unfortunately, as my health gets worse and people move on in life, there really isn't much chance for editing. I'm just going to try to get out what I can of what I've done. This may be a bit raw-- sometimes entire plot points and porn foci shift in editing, but I hope folks might appreciate the uncut jewel, as it were-- rather than just hiding it away.