Tempest's Shocking Tease

Hazy sunlight filtered through the porthole and saved the room from falling to total darkness. Tempest crawled next to Twilight and propped herself up. “Ah, we've landed. I bet Grubber is in a near panic, the poor oaf.”

Desperate knocking rang out from the door. “Tempest, we're back at Canterlot. The Storm King should arrive in a couple hours. Are you still interrogating the princess or what?”

Tempest playfully elbowed Twilight in the side before belting out orders. “Affirmative. Gather the storm soldiers and post them around the landing zone. This might take awhile.”

“Aye aye, ma'am, and good luck.”

The air was humid and thick with their sweat and arousal. Tempest stroked Twilight's cheek with her glistening hoof. The lustful fragrance crowded out rational thought and planted lurid desires to gaze upon its hidden source. Twilight knew this was all so wrong, but she couldn't help but lick the hoof of her adversary until it was clean and proper. Tempest pressed her body's warm strength against Twilight's side. “Tell me what you're thinking, Princess.”

Twilight looked away. Her voice was quiet and distant. “You're making it hard to think about anything respectable.”

Tempest rubbed circles into Twilight's shoulder. “Oh, you poor thing. Try your best.”

“The whole world feels wrong and off balance, like I'm falling backward over a cliff but gravity refuses to pull me down.”

Tempest rested her hoof on Twilight's chest. “You've left the path of light far behind. Don't despair, that was never your destiny. You were too intelligent, too curious to be herded into such a sterile life.”

“I know what you're doing. You're trying to break me down until I form some sort of traumatic bond with you.”

Tempest traced over the contour of her stomach. “Don't lie to yourself, Princess. You've been seeking a new path long before the fates brought us together.”

Twilight wrenched away from Tempest's grasp and rose to her haunches. “No, this is all your doing. Sex should be beautiful and precious, but you've twisted it into a weapon.”

“Is that what I did?” Tempest asked with an air of innocence. “I've traveled across many lands, and they all used sex as a means of control—one way or another.”

Twilight shook her head. “Not in Equestria.”

“Especially in Equestria. Taboos, shame, jealousy, gossip, the stifling drive for Harmony—it's all a form of control. That's why you feel so lost right now.”

The foundation of Twilight's entire belief system wobbled. “Ponies are free to love who we want, isn't that all that matters? We're meant to rise above our basest impulses. We should love with light and devotion, that's how we join together and create Harmony.”

“And yet Harmony doesn't get you hot and bothered. Without the light you're free to be who you want.”

“Being enslaved by your worst instincts isn't freedom.”

Tempest leveled a doubtful glance. “So this is what all the ponies believe?”

“Of course not. There are liars, hypocrites, and sinners wherever you look, but enough ponies uphold these virtues to keep Equestria together. I'm a princess. I have to set the example. I can't waver, not ever.”

Tempest curled the chain around her hoof. “Is it any wonder ponies revolt? Even you don't believe those old dogmas anymore.”

“You're projecting your sins onto everyone else,” Twilight said, fidgeting with her tail, grasping for solid ground. “I've been with mares before—kind, sweet, loving mares—but you're different. You're clever, but also cruel, and—”

Tempest yanked the chain and pulled Twilight into her grasp. She rested her hoof below Twilight's throat. “Go ahead, Princess. Tell me exactly what I am.”

Twilight swallowed hard as she stared into those icy eyes. “You're a sadist.”

Tempest chuckled as she cradled Twilight's chin and stroked her face. “You think you can reduce everyone down to a manageable size, put them in a box, label them, file them away, and that will make the world a less frightening place. Maybe that would make you feel better, at least for a moment, but if you stick to old habits you'll never banish these compulsions.”

Twilight was jittery under Tempest's touch, her breathing quick and uneven, and she spoke faster than usual. “Maybe you're right about some things. Maybe I've had these thoughts before. The pressure to be polite and responsible, the pressure to stay on the proper path, it all builds up and seeks release, until you're dreaming of being defiled and humiliated, to be told that it's not wrong, that you can share this weakness with someone and they'll accept you.”

Tempest shot ribbons of electricity into Twilight's teats and made her shudder and gasp from the rush of tingling pleasure. The magic coiled around her soft plump mounds and dazzled her mind with a rush of needles. The stinging intensified into ghostly thorns that pricked her sensitive swells, pulling her closer and closer to the yawning abyss from which she would never escape.

“Only I can bring your darkest dreams into reality.”

Twilight pulled away from the nettlesome magic. “No! It's wrong, it doesn't make sense, I shouldn't want this.”

Tempest wrapped her thigh around Twilight's hips and held her fast. A hidden heat poured into her skin. “The monster under our tails is totally irrational. You can keep running away and be miserable for the rest of your days, or feed its hunger and find sweet relief.”

Twilight's eyes widened. “Is that how you made sense of the world?”

A wistful memory washed over Tempest's face and she spoke like a mystic. “The fates have plans for us all, Princess. We all have our parts to play, even if we can't see it yet.”

Doubt, guilt, and self-loathing roiled inside Twilight. She searched for answers in this new confusing reality, but the old ways proved wholly inadequate. Tempest was a pillar of strength she could cling to for meaning, but Tempest was the one who dragged her down in the first place, the mare who made a mockery of her, the mare who destroyed everything she valued, yet against all reason that just made her all the more mesmerizing. The warmth between Tempest's legs brought a strange comfort, as if they were somehow in this together, as if they were fighting a common foe, an enemy from within. They could help each other. They could give each other exactly what they needed to calm their inner storms.

Tempest gathered Twilight's legs together and dragged her away from the damp pillows until she rested flat on her back, then climbed up and straddled her abdomen between warm flexing thighs, her stomach sleek and tight against Twilight's flabby belly. Tempest looked down, brimming with confidence, her eyes fierce, debilitating, stupefying. She spoke as if making an imperial announcement. “From this day forward I am your mistress, and you will be my dirty little slave.”

The turmoil ceased. Everything snapped into place and suddenly made sense. Twilight could only stare up in hushed awe. Tempest's muscular body rippled against her weak frame and smeared sticky lust across her stomach.

“The Storm King will invade other lands and leave me in charge of Equestria. Ponies across the realm will swear fealty to their new queen.”

Tempest whirled around, facing away from the headboard, and slowly backed up. Her toned bottom loomed over Twilight like a shadow. Twilight's heart fluttered as she got her first good look at Tempest's ruddy labia and pink inner lips, both engorged and glistening with desire.

“All I need now is a throne to rest my fancy royal ass.”

Tempest grunted and pushed her dripping pussy against Twilight's face. The pungent odor seeped into her nostrils and stuck in the back of her throat like a warm perfume. Tempest sank down until her ample ass and burning body heat consumed all of Twilight's earthly senses. Taking full advantage of her superior position, Tempest rolled her hips across Twilight's face in a steady and persistent rhythm, leaving behind a slick coating. There were no more machinations or clever ruses, only the satiation of a primal hunger. Twilight delighted in her helplessness and was enthralled by Tempest's naked display of dominance.

A low growl rumbled from Tempest's chest. “Lick my cunt, Princess. That's all you're good for now.”

Tingling energy surged through Twilight and her own marehood stirred once again. Yes, of course, she was a pathetic slave, and her only purpose in life was pleasing her mistress. The c-word was ugly and irksome, especially for describing this beautiful sight that demanded reverence, but there wasn't time to dwell on Tempest's language. Twilight grabbed Tempest's hips and dragged her soft tongue along that needy groove. Fresh syrup dribbled into Twilight's mouth and coated her tongue with a rich earthy flavor, along with a tartness that resembled bitter red wine.

“I knew you'd enjoy working under me, my thirsty little slave. Now get your muzzle in there.”

With a dopey smile, Twilight spread Tempest's plump cheeks and kissed and licked her thick folds until Tempest drenched her face with the spice of her inner depths. This was a purification ritual that consecrated a new era, except the traditional holy oils were replaced with Tempest's sticky feminine juices. Twilight slipped her restless tongue inside the rosy interior of Tempest's silky heat, sampled the source of that intoxicating brew, and shivered with excitement at the honor of swallowing the essence from the most powerful mare in the world. Wrapped in its hood, Tempest's crown jewel winked and throbbed, and Twilight enveloped the prized gem with her lips and polished it with her eager tongue.

Tempest let out a long contented sigh, like a mare sinking into a warm bath after a long day. “Mmm, I can see it now. You'll be the star of the royal court, my own pet princess, and ponies will come to watch you sing, dance, and recount old tales of adventure. They'll gather around while you bury your face between my legs, the only place you truly belong, a daily reminder of old Equestria's weakness.”

A shudder ran through Tempest, and her ruby tail lifted high above her round cheeks. Tempest looked over her shoulder and grinned, then pressed down all at once, consuming Twilight's snout with her hot valley. The pink prison constricted her muzzle and drowned her with sweltering heat. Tempest's suffocating weight pressed Twilight deeper and deeper into the mattress, robbing her of all dignity, and to add to the humiliation Tempest kept grinding against her face. The aroma from the dominant mare rolled over her like a thick fog, invading every pore with her bewitching scent, the twinge of fear in her chest giving way to an intoxicating bliss.

Complete and total surrender, as Tempest had demanded when she invaded Canterlot, seemed so close, so tempting, yet one more idea came to the fore. Whenever Twilight had a satisfying orgasm she always wanted to cuddle, kiss, and whisper sweet nothings in her lover's ear. If she made Tempest feel that way then maybe there was still a chance of escaping this erotic abyss.

Twilight squeezed her hooves around Tempest's colorful cutie marks and was just able to raise her bottom with a grunt. “Remove the limiter so I can use my magic on you.”

Not realizing she was sincere, Tempest laughed at the absurd suggestion and lifted her butt further. “What's the matter back there, running out of air?”

Twilight frowned. She wanted something more substantial than her tongue. “Where's that toy?”

Tempest slid the dildo across the bed and into Twilight's grasp. The exquisitely-crafted cock was smooth like powdery silk. It terminated in a wide base with a small recess in the back, and inside sat a glittery purple gem, presumably the crystal core that channeled Tempest's lightning. Twilight couldn't use magic, but she smiled at the opportunity for her own teasing revenge. She guided the flared ridge past Tempest's quivering entrance and wreathed the shaft with thick dark lips. The slick tunnel tensed and grabbed at the ribbed length, and Tempest's tail flopped to the side to free as much room as possible. The wonderful girth sank in halfway and spread her open.

That's when Twilight pulled it out.

Tempest groaned and her swollen marehood rippled from the denial. “Don't get cute with me, or I'll get ugly with you.”

Panic shot through Twilight as she fumbled the toy and almost dropped it. She eased the head back inside and set things right. Tempest abruptly sank back and took the entire length with a satisfied grunt. Twilight's jaw dropped. The dildo's base rested against her chest while Tempest bounced up and down in quick succession. Wishing to be more involved, Twilight reached around and rubbed her hoof against Tempest's bulging clit the best she could. This wasn't exactly the best positioning, but the sight of Tempest's shapely ass flexing and pumping while her marehood devoured the dildo from tip to base was something Twilight wouldn't soon forget.

As if reading her mind, Tempest turned around, discarded the dildo, and wrapped her big thighs around Twilight's head, ensuring there was no escape as she descended onto her face. Tempest's warm and sweaty weight pressing down was somehow more liberating than oppressive. Twilight's feeble helplessness under such an aggressive mare filled her with an erotic thrill like nothing else, but she couldn't let her passions run away from her again. Tempest glanced down, her eyes simmering with lust, while her pink jewel jutted out and demanded attention. Overwhelmed by Tempest's intensity, Twilight certainly didn't need to be told what to do, not that she had many options. She hungrily suckled on that sensitive bud just like she would a nipple, eager to display her fervent devotion.

“You're not half-bad at this,” Tempest said as she wiggled her hips and shivered with delight. “I bet the other princesses only kept you around so you could clean their dirty cunts. That's one royal tradition I can respect.”

Blood pumped hot in Twilight's ears, but not even profanity against Equestria's sacred matriarchs could divert her focus. She wrapped her forelegs around Tempest's expansive bottom, parted her mouth, and engulfed as much of Tempest's soft marehood as she could. Twilight swirled her tongue over that shiny pink pearl again and again, sending increasingly intense shudders rippling through Tempest, though she never moaned, never lost control. Tempest squeezed her eyes shut and rolled her head back and forth.

Another wave of Tempest's heavy odor wafted into Twilight's nostrils and brought back peculiar memories. These were the days after Tirek set fire to the Everfree and the smoke was so thick she could taste it. Bitter ash drifted on the wind, but so did the savory scent of exotic woods and wild fruits. When the emergency rains came the whole mess sank into the dirt and rose in an oddly invigorating steam that clung to everything. Twilight had joked to Rarity that she should bottle the scent as a deluxe perfume. And now, after all that time, the closest likeness to that fragrance was pouring from Tempest's fierce pussy.

A subtle increase in the movement of Tempest's hips hinted at her growing tension. Not even Tempest's aura of unflinching confidence could survive such persistent stimulation to a mare's most sensitive spot. Tempest's breathing grew erratic and haphazard, and her stoicism wavered. “Don't you dare stop,” she said with a bubbling urgency. “Ha! I know you won't because you're a pathetic little pervert who wants me to cum on your face.” She curled her lip and bellowed with desperation. “Ooh, suck my clit, Princess. Suck me off like your life depends on it.”

Thrilled by Tempest's ravenous desire, Twilight brushed her tongue under Tempest's pulsing love button, wrapped her lips around it tight, and sucked for all she was worth. Tempest went rigid and her powerful body shook and jerked from wave after wave of debilitating pleasure. She hissed through gritted teeth and clenched her jaw as her whole face scrunched into a pained grimace, as if she were hiding how much she enjoyed her release, even as her clitoris throbbed between soft lips. What should have been unbridled moans of ecstasy in any other mare degraded into a series of strangled wheezes and muffled gasps.

Tempest's hips bucked off Twilight's face in a sudden flurry of excitement. She groaned and mashed down in hopes of finding her pleasure again, but her movements were too imprecise, and she only managed to dribble excess juice across Twilight's nose and mouth. The warm dew rolled down her face and stung her eyes. Twilight gasped and sputtered, but she wouldn't let a little pussy juice in her eye stop her from saving Equestria. Blinking and squinting through the irritation, she steadied Tempest's wild hips and lavished her desperate pussy with an emergency tongue bath. Twilight blindly licked up Tempest's warm silky folds until she enveloped the juicy berry between her lips and flicked her tongue with abandon.

Lightning rocketed from Tempest's horn and splashed against the ceiling. An ethereal glow filled the room as ropes of energy raced outward and blanketed the ceiling with a pulsing web of light. An anguished moan rang out from Tempest's throat, and the light surrendered to the shadows. All went still.

Tempest bared her teeth with a pained wince, lifted her bottom, and scooted backward. She leaned to the side as her strength faded until she collapsed onto the bed and slumped against the wall. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths as she recovered from her first climax in who knows how long. With drooping ears and half-lidded eyes, Tempest looked surprisingly weak and vulnerable, like she had just been defeated in battle. There's a first time for everything, and Twilight intended to seize the opportunity, but her muzzle was a sticky mess. She wiped it clean the best she could, discovering that Tempest's juices had also trickled down her chin and coated the restraint. The collar's chain stretched and clinked as Twilight crawled away from the headboard and past the discarded dildo. Twilight reached out and placed her hoof over Tempest's limp foreleg and curled them together in a show of solidarity.

Tempest stared back.