Denial

Twilight stared out over the landscape surrounding Castle Friendship, beginning with the not-so-distant sight of Ponyville. It was the same as it ever was, only with a slightly more hustle and bustle to it. But it was becoming late, the sun was setting, the moon would rise soon and the land was swiftly being bathed in shadow.

Those attempting to squeeze as much work out of the day were doing just that, while others hastened home to their loved ones. Distant yet still a part of the small town, Twilight felt a twinge of pride as she looked over the settlement. That feeling may have made her feel shameful or bad not long ago, but now it just bolstered her self-confidence.

She may not be the mayor, but she was the resident princess, and there wasn't a pony in the area who didn't know that. Though there was little doubt of her authority, no one walked up the long dirt road up the castle, but there was one who walked down it. Spike, wearing a backpack full of supplies for his sleepover, paused and glanced over his shoulder, waving to Twilight.

The alicorn waved back, flashing the young drake a wide smile. The moment passed quickly, and Spike was back on his way once more, a bit of extra pep in his step. Free to inspect the lands around her home once more, Twilight immediately felt that grin return to her face.

What had once been nothing more than prairie grass was now a small burgeoning forest absolutely filled with critters. Fluttershy’s diligent hoof had turned the forgotten bit of fallow farmland into a verdant oasis for any creature that needed it. Plants bloomed, animals lounged in the shade, and everywhere one looked there was color and movement.

It was a pleasant sight, made doubly so by Pinkie Pie’s aid. The earth pony had employed all of her rock-working techniques to add hills, caves, and other features to the formerly flat piece of land. The castle itself seemed to assist with this, with the ponies surprised to find that crystal caverns had already formed beneath the earth.

Though it would take longer than three short years, eventually the site of Castle Friendship would be a warm and welcoming refuge. Be they small and fury, to what few ponies made the pilgrimage in order to seek Twilight's wisdom in the ways of friendship. Thankfully there was no one in that last category at the moment, leaving the area relatively empty but tranquil.

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy could be seen assisting a young bear cub whose paw was puffy and red. No doubt due to some overzealous plundering of beehive, he was behaving for the most part, but it was clear the cub was in pain. Thus Pinkie Pie remained diligent while Fluttershy applied ointment and bandages to the bear’s injuries.

Twilight smiled as Fluttershy planted a kiss atop the bear’s head, and gently got him on his way. The bear grumbled miserably, but despite his bravado, Twilight could tell he was happy to have his hurt mended. The two mares then got to work cleaning up but were swept up in an excited hug delivered by a grinning older bear.

While chuckling to herself, Twilight turned and made her way back to the small hatch visible atop the castle. It hadn't been there when the castle had formed, but as Twilight's herd had grown, and moved in, the castle had accommodated them all. Extra rooms for party supplies were discovered, and the library expanded to allow an entirely new section for just adventure stories. Fluttershy even received a small crystal cottage for when she or her herd mates needed a palace to retreat to.

Walking through the halls of the castle, Twilight glanced at some of these new rooms, her smile remaining throughout it all. Even in the upper levels, she could see the handiwork of her partners, from trophy display cases, the odd streamer, and a random quilt made by the resident animal lover. Their influence was ever present, and Twilight wouldn't have it any other way.

Twilight made her way down a few flights of stairs before entering into what had become known as the reading room. Dominated by a large fireplace, a few bookshelves, several couches, and a rather large desk, it was a place where the herd could come to relax. A music box in the corner limited the occasional click, its record having long since reached its end.

Nearby, lying sprawled out on one of the couches, was a familiar rainbow figure, her limbs splayed in all directions. A book covered her face, its pages flapping whenever she exhaled through either her nose or mouth. The rest of the room was unoccupied, unless you counted a nearby end table that had a bowl of half-eaten popcorn on it.

“Oh Rainbow,” Twilight muttered to herself.

The alicorn walked around the couch and sat down on the end, causing the other occupant to start to stir.

“Huh, whozat?” Rainbow Dash muttered.

“It's just me, dear,” Twilight replied.

Rainbow Dash stilled, and pulled aside the book, dropping it on the end table next to the couch. She then stretched out all six limbs before sitting upright and smacking her lips.

“That was a good nap, and an even better book,” Rainbow Dash remarked. “Seriously, who would have thought I’d enjoy that R. A guy you kept recommending me.”

“I did, that's why I kept bothering you about it,” Twilight prodded.

“Yeah yeah,” Rainbow Dash dismissed, sitting upright and laying her head on the alicorn’s shoulder. “So, what's up for tonight? It is still night, right?”

“It's only seven thirty,” Twilight replied, planting a kiss atop the pegasus’ head.

“Okay cool. Just uh,” Rainbow Dash yawned. “Wake me up when we do something fun.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “I think Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie wanted to talk about something if I remember correctly.”

“Oh right. They talked about that during dinner,” Rainbow Dash murmured, sitting back upright once more. “Guess I should stay awake for that.”

“If you can even muster the effort,” Twilight teased.

“Heh, of course I can. I was the last mare standing after that anniversary party of ours a few months ago,” Rainbow Dash shot back.

Twilight hummed. “Very fair.”

The sound of hooves drew the pair’s attention to the study entrance, where Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy stood. The new arrivals funneled inside, and quickly plunked down on the nearest couch. Unusually quiet, they seemed nervous, which happened so rarely that even the slight discomfort in their step was enough to set off alarm bells in Twilight's mind.

“What's going on? Did something happen?” Rainbow Dash asked the pegasus immediately on the edge of her seat.

“N-no, Pinkie Pie and I have just been doing some talking,” Fluttershy murmured.

“About good things, right?” Rainbow Dash pressed.

“Dash, hush. They’ll get to it,” Twilight interrupted.

“Thank you Twilight. This is hard for us to say, but we thought you both deserved to know how we felt,” Fluttershy replied.

“Oh I can't hold it anymore, we want to get married!” Pinkie Pie shouted.

“Huh, yeah I suppose we can do that. It has been a few years,” Twilight answered.

Rainbow Dash leaned back. “That's fine. Just don't expect me to wear a whole bunch of rings. That would totally cut into my aerodynamics.”

“Huh. I thought you guys would resist us more, given our last conversation,” Fluttershy murmured.

“Shy, the last time we talked earnestly about marriage we were all very drunk after a record-setting twelve hours of lesbian group sex,” Twilight stated.

“Wait we were talking about marriage? I thought we were discussing what kind of takeout to get,” Pinkie Pie muttered.

“It was a little of both,” Rainbow Dash added.

“Well um, that was easy,” Fluttershy muttered.

“Shy, we’ve been dating for nearly three and a half years at this point,” Twilight began. “We’ve either dispelled or gotten control of the spell placed on us, meaning we don't even need to stay together in order to enjoy sex. There is nothing holding us together except love.”

“That's a nice way of putting that you managed to more or less dismantle Celestia’s spell,” Rainbow Dash pointed out.

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately,” Twilight added.

“Well this is perfect!” pinkie Pie proclaimed. “Now I just have to start planning the mother of all parties!”

“Let's start that tomorrow, hmm?” Twilight interrupted.

“Yeah probably a good idea,” Pinkie replied, flopping out on the couch. “I got myself all stressed out thinking about what could have happened that I’m beat!”

“Oh? You don't have any energy left?” Rainbow Dash teased.

Pinkie Pie shrugged. “I just need like, twenty minutes of chil before we do anything, sexy or not.”

“Mmm, same,” Fluttershy murmured, laying down next to Pinkie Pie and quickly being wrapped in the pink mare’s forelegs.

Twilight chuckled. “You know, if we get married, Rarity will be the last one of our initial friend group who hasn't shacked up with anyone.”

“She might not have a ring but she's married to her work,” Rainbow Dash dismissed.

“And whatever royal figure currently wants to use her to relieve stress,” Pinkie Pie added.

“That too,” Rainbow Dash admitted.

“You know I always thought she’d be the first of us to get married,” Fluttershy murmured. “Yet now I don't think she ever will.”

“Maybe in a few years,” Twilight dismissed. “Right now I think she’s too busy to even consider such a thing.”

“Almost as busy as Zecora and Applejack,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed. “Seriously I’m surprised those two haven't started popping out kids already.”

“That may change soon,” Twilight warned.

Pinkie Pie perked up. “Oh, are they finally going to have a kid?”

“Well Zecora finally returned those books she borrowed about fertility and when she did she couldn't hold back a massive smile,” Twilight replied.

“Ooooh more little Applejacks. Oh, this is great. Finally, I get to be the cool aunt,” Rainbow Dash proclaimed.

Twilight smiled. “Maybe we’ll join her in parenthood but right now I think I’ll just enjoy my amazing life.”

“Seconded,”

“Thirded,”

“Fourthded!” Pinkie Pie shouted.

The proclamation led to a round of chuckles that slowly melted away as contentment overtook the group.

Zecora lounged on her bed, limbs spread, and back propped up by a couple of dense pillows. Before she bobbed the head of her beloved, Applejack’s maw opened wide to accommodate a girthy intruder. Said intruder happened to be so wide that it spread Applejack’s lips to their limit while forcing her throat to bulge whenever it went that deep.

It was no piece of plastic or silicone however, this massive invader was connected directly to Zecora’s body. With a pair of hefty testicles, it promised to flood Applejack’s ovaries with enough zebra jizz to drown her eggs. Which were already ready, the mare’s body having been primed with several powerful concoctions earlier that evening.

The farm mare’s loins burned, her womb seemed to pulse needfully, and despite how badly she needed to orgasm, she could not. Without the permission of her wife, and lover there would be no release, though Applejack dared not even ask, at least not yet. Though she had already swallowed a load, and taken one up her ass, she had yet to service the domineering zebra enough.

So up and down she went, the pony eagerly bobbing on the zebra’s appendage despite the occasional gag. She had sucked this particular appendage enough times that even though she may occasionally gag, it never got further than that. Nor did it distract her from her duty of being a good wife, as Applejack made sure to keep impaling herself on that huge appendage.

Applejack’s faint moans of pleasure were muffled utterly, unlike her lover, who groaned occasionally. Never the most vocal of lovers, Zecora only shuddered or occasionally released a soft whinny of pleasure. Her wife never once doubted how much she was enjoying herself, however, as Zecora always kept a hoof on Applejack’s head. Caressing the other mare’s cheek, or petting her gently, Zecora ensured that Applejack always knew how good of a job she was doing.

“I think that is enough, your dick-sucking is up to snuff,” Zecora exclaimed.

Applejack pulled back, and back before finally Zecora’s cock pulled out of her throat and finally then her mouth. The thick black head slapped audibly against its owner’s belly, the entire thing covered in Applejack’s slobber. The pony herself swallowed hard before quickly catching her breath and glancing expectantly up at her partner.

“Are you going to breed me?” Applejack asked.

“With glee, now get up and straddle this cock, we’re working against the clock,” Zecora replied.

Applejack chuckled. “What you used was one powerful bloom, we have hours for you to fuck a foal into my womb.”

“That may be, but I aim to put for at least three,” Zecora shot back.

“It seems like you want to make me nice and round,” Applejack teased, smirking up at her wife.

“But first your pussy must be pounded,” Zecora declared. “So get to it while it's still slick.”

“Dry or wet I will always take your dick,” Applejack purred. “In sickness, or health, poverty or wealth.”

With that, Applejack began clambering up her wife, planting kisses as she went. Though reverent, and slightly drawn out, Applejack did not linger there for long. They both felt how much they wanted to do the deed which would deepen their relationship to the next level. Neither wanted to wait nor could they at this point, so Applejack hastened her way up to Zecora’s body.

At her lips, she paused, embracing her partner in a deep, loving embrace that lasted several breathless seconds. They yearned for one another intensely, and the kiss only satisfied that desire slightly though not for long. Soon their desire beat out how much they wanted to remain intimately connected and so Applejack pulled back.

Then up she went, hefting her back end high enough into the air that she was able to align her lover’s cock with her opening. The angle was slightly odd due to Zecora’s sheer length, but Applejack had always been surprisingly flexible. She had only become more so after her years spent with Zecora, giving her more than enough reach to get it on the first try.

As the wide, flat head met Applejack’s glistening folds, she wondered briefly if it would even fit inside of her. But that small fear vanished the moment she felt the beast of a head slip inside of her, spreading her in the most intimate manner possible. The feeling of being penetrated once more was amazing, but it only made her want more, for she knew what was coming. By the dawn’s early light, she would be pregnant, that much was certain, all they needed to do was the deed itself.

Pushing past the slight discomfort of being stretched out, Applejack slid further and further down her lover’s cock. Her huge dick spread her pussy wide, yet there was no pain here as they had done this enough times already for it to feel familiar. The sheer size of it required that Applejack pause just as the medial ring slid inside of her, the bump sending a shiver up her spine after it entered.

The pair shared a brief shiver of pleasure before Applejack continued downward, sinking further towards Zecora’s crotch. Until with a soft thump she had been hilted, with the farm mare confirming this by glancing down at her midsection. Sure enough, she could see the small bulge the head of the zebra’s cock made, the tip twitching ever so slightly.

Though a pleasant sight Applejack didn't remain motionless for long, as they both wanted more. There was a temptation to draw it out, to push it off further, but they had already been going at it for over two hours and neither could resist any longer. So Applejack swiftly moved into a comfortable position and began to bounce on her lover’s cock.

Zecora lay there, her wife’s forehooves on either side of her head, watching as Applejack did her wifely duty. Up and down she went, the small bulge in her midsection marking how deep Zecora had penetrated her. The sensation was immensely pleasurable, but so was the way that Applejack so reverently attended to her needs.

She could feel the love, and admiration radiating off her in waves, though neither said a word. A glance, a touch, a heated breath was all the communication they required. And with a simple look and nod, Zecora confirmed that she was ready for what was to come.

Emboldened by the motion, Applejack shifted her weight slightly and began to move a little faster. Her muscles strained, and her flexibility was tested as she worked her lover’s cock like a trained whore. Zecora merely laid there, though she wasn't completely motionless, as her forehooves traveled across Applejack’s body.

Exploring her wife’s large muscles, surprisingly graceful curves, and feminine features was always pleasant. Doubly so now that she was working Zecora’s cock in an almost desperate desire to get her insides pumped full of jizz. An eventuality that wasn't far away, as neither were holding back at that point.

They made no efforts to hold off their coming orgasms, and the moment of impregnation was rapidly approaching. Applejack bounced, Zecora touched, and while they moved, their eyes remained locked upon one another. They felt in that moment that they were gazing upon the other’s naked soul, and they could not look away.

Seconds turned to minutes with the pair remaining locked in an almost trance-like state. Then they felt it, Zecora’s cock pulsed, and her body stiffened briefly, warning of her coming orgasm. Emboldened, Applejack leaned forward, and while her hips moved, her head held still, her lips pressed against Zecora’s.

The pair embraced deeper than they ever had before, tongues twisting and interlocking with one another. Though passionate and wild, it was almost graceful, with both feeling what the other was going to do before they themselves knew. Zecora wrapped her forehooves around Appeljack’s shoulders while the farm pony rode her wife harder than ever.

Then another pulse, and they both knew what was coming.

Applejack bounced several more times, their hips meeting with enough force to make a loud thwap sound. After the fourth descent, Applejack held herself there, pushing herself down as hard as she dared, desperate to get every inch inside of her. In this, she succeeded, as there wasn't a single millimeter of zebra mare meat left outside of Applejack’s pussy.

Zecora felt this connection intimately, her orgasm ratcheting up to eleven the moment it occurred. An already massive wave of cum grew larger still, and when it hit, it felt like something had exploded into Applejack’s womb. A torrent of seed flooded her insides and bloated her belly, the thick head of her zebra lover ensuring that none of it escaped.

As Applejack was filled, the pair embraced, limbs wrapping around one another and pulling each other close. Squeezing one another far more than necessary, they clung to one another as if their lives depended on it. Throughout it all they continued to kiss, pausing only to quickly take a breath before continuing once more.

Over and over Applejack felt her lover pulse and deposit another load into her most intimate of recesses. Her womb bulged, her stomach ballooned but she did not complain as the heat in her loins had finally dulled. It had not faded completely, however, but she didn't mind, as this was only the first of what promised to be many.

Breathlessly, Applejack pulled back, eying her lover.

“Do I have your say?” Applejack asked.

“Yes, you may,” Zecora replied.

Applejack shuddered, the orgasm she had been riding on the very edge of suddenly exploding. With permission given, the farm pony experienced the full weight of the titanic sensation. Zecora felt it too, her lover’s pussy rippling as her muscles twitched with excitement. It lasted only a few seconds, but once over it left Applejack breathless, and for a moment, utterly present. Laying limp against Zecora’s chest, she suddenly felt so very small, yet utterly safe.

“I love you,” Applejack whispered.

“I love you too,” Zecora replied.

“No that needs to be a bit lacier,” Rarity murmured to herself.

The unicorn paused and lifted up the rather risque piece of lingerie she was working on. It was almost dresslike in what it covered, yet it was see-through for the most part. Mostly black, there were accents of gold, silver, and purple that made the entire thing pop.

“Or does it?” Rarity remarked. “Perhaps it needs to be easier to access.”

She turned it around, testing the limits of the lingerie only to find that her worries were unfounded. Though dresslike in the fact that it covered a lot, the undergarment was still easy to pull aside. The pony couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be working only to have one of her royal mistresses simply tug the dress to the side and begin using her.

It was a thought that prompted a memory to pop into her head, one that was recent. She recalled how Cadance had called upon her only a week earlier, the mare looking for an extra hoof and set of holes. Together they had pleasured Celestia’s cock, sandwiching it between them while they made out.

That wasn't all, however, as Cadance had used her vast magical potential to manipulate a half dozen sex toys of various sizes. Each of Rarity’s holes had received a workout that day, and only after she had neared the edge of exhaustion had the real fun begun. For Shining Armor joined, the stallion having apparently had a rare but intense urge akin to being in a rut.

The usually polite, and somewhat reserved male had become a beast, ravaging Rarity before turning on his wife. One may have assumed that Rarity’s job would end there, but she was a royal concubine through and through. Thus she continued to do her best to please them, ensuring that the royal couple left exhausted and utterly spent.

Not nearly as spent as the last time Rarity had served Luna, who was swiftly becoming her favorite mistress. For though the mare had been meek a few years earlier, she had truly come into her own recently. With confidence to spare, she was a competent, and powerful lover who tested even Rarity’s legendary endurance.

They had done everything together, experienced every situation, done every position, and even created a few new ones. Not only had they explored one another’s bodies completely, but Rarity also counted Luna as one of her closest friends. Their relationship was deep, but in the end, even Rarity knew that she would never be number one in the dark alicorn’s heart.

For that title belonged to Celestia, who had since let go of her domination streak and embraced her new position. Luna had even had Rarity dominate the white alicorn, further ensuring the message that though powerful, Celestia was not a goddess. Rarity herself had no idea if this worked, but she didn't care one way or the other if she was being honest.

All she wanted was to excel in her day job, and to ensure that each of the princesses was pleasured. To bring ecstasy to the face of royalty was the greatest joy of Rarity’s entire life, better even than seeing her name in lights. No longer did she care for marrying into royalty, or even dating, she had all that she desired and more.

Her wandering thoughts were briefly interrupted by a slowly building heat rising from her loins. The long, thick replica of Luna’s cock was vibrating intensely inside the unicorn’s asshole. While at the same time, a pair of kegel balls were being worked by the talented muscles inside Rarity’s pussy.

Her newest piercing only added to the pleasure, the slight sting adding a pleasant bit of pain to the sensation. The clitoris bar moved each time Rarity shifted, the small bit of metal adding more pleasure than most of her past lovers were capable of. It was an exotic addition to Rarity’s body, but it had been Luna’s request, and thus it had been carried out as if it were an order from a goddess, for in Rarity’s mind that's exactly what it was.

The orgasm passed quickly, for though the experience was pleasant, Rarity was not worshipping any of her mistresses. Or any of her mistresses’ partners for that matter, as Rarity had recalled a few times when she had been requested in Twilight's chambers. Though this was a rare occurrence, it was not unpleasant, with Rarity more than happy to do her duty no matter who she was ordered to please.

If her mistresses commanded it, then she did everything in her power to ensure the order was carried out. It helped that it was always wonderful, with the royal slut having never once regretted following a command. She doubted that would ever change either, even as the years had begun to pass and her lovers had done everything with her. Theirs was a passion that did not end once the novelty wore off, and Rarity was confident that she would be serving royalty well into her twilight years.

The thought of still being the collared whore of the princesses even when she was graying made Rarity shudder. It was a pleasant thought, one that made her wonder if she should see what Twilight or Luna was up to. Then she remembered her work and the line of exotic undergarments that she was premiering in only a week.

Rarity shook her head and went back to sewing, her toys still buzzing and a smile still on her face.

Twilight sat in a plush armchair, a cup of tea floating next to an open book. Her gaze swept across the page at a slow, unhurried pace. Classical music drifted upon the breeze, wafting up from the gardens, and into the open window only a few feet away.

Outside, a small gathering of nobles had been assembled to observe the stars together and enjoy a few choice beverages. Though unheard of only a few years ago, Luna’s rebounding confidence and swelling charisma had ingratiated the dark alicorn with even the most ardent of Celestia’s supporters. Now such celebrations and soirees were common, and support for the princess of the night was nearly on par with her sister.

A sister who was in the room with Twilight, though unlike the princess of friendship, she was not relaxed. A cup of tea did not float nearby, nor was she calm or relaxed, in fact, she was anything but. The white alicorn was a sweaty mess of exhaustion, her fur matted, her body glistening and her tongue hanging from her mouth.

With her ass facing the reclining Twilight, Celestia rubbed herself as much as she could against a feather. This was a difficult prospect, however, as the feather in question was hanging from a string that was nailed to the ceiling. The alicorn could muster only a few rubs before it pushed out of reach and she was forced to wait as it fell back to its resting position.

Each time she did this she felt herself draw painfully, teasingly close to orgasm despite just how little stimulation it gave her. Yet no matter how close she got, Celestia simply couldn't get over that last final hurdle despite just how long it had been for her. Years spent edging herself ever closer to orgasm had left the pony a twitchy mess of barely contained arousal.

The only saving grace was that at least for a moment, the cock growth spell had been dismissed. Without the extra appendage to get in the way, Celestia at least had the chance of orgasming from the feather. Even if that chance was so incredibly small as to border on the very edge of impossible.

Glancing up from her book, Twilight couldn't help but smile as she gazed upon Celestia’s twitching, glistening folds.

“My my, you seem especially desperate tonight,” Twilight teased. “Grinding on Luna’s feather like such a depraved wanton whore.”

Celestia shuddered, the pony biting down on her bottom lip and resisting the urge to talk back no matter how much she wanted to.

“Look at you, your slutty pussy is positively drenched,” Twilight continued. “Your hot, needy clit keeps coming out to kiss the feather.”

Celestia shuddered, the words of the younger alicorn striking a chord in her for reasons she still couldn't quite comprehend.

“Maybe tonight is the time that you finally get to cum. You do seem desperate enough,” Twilight teased, dangling the possibility over Celestia’s head like the most tantalizing of carrot.

Celestia moaned, and nodded vigorously, her body heating up at the mere suggestion of being given relief.

“My my, you really are close. Maybe I should take Luna’s feather back and give you a rest,” Twilight pressed.

“No! Let me cum… please,” Celestia gulped and looked away in shame. “Please mistress, let me cum.”

Twilight stopped, and put down both her book as well as her cup of tea. “That is the first time you’ve said that word and really meant it,” Twilight remarked.

“I… I do,” Celestia murmured. “I am yours, fully and completely.”

“Well then, that changes things,” Twilight continued, stepping closer. “You have been such a dutiful slut these past few years and from what Luna’s said you haven't been allowed to cum in some time.”

“Mistress Luna speaks the truth,” Celestia replied eagerly.

“Hmmm,” Twilight murmured. “Fine then, you may cum but only if you look me in the eyes as you do, and know in your heart of hearts that I am the reason for your pleasure.”

“Yes, thank you, mistress,” Celestia exclaimed.

The alicorn then turned around to face Twilight, her steps awkward due to hours spent rubbing herself against the feather. Once her gaze fell upon Twilight, the younger mare activated her magic and grabbed the dark feather. Removed from the string, Twilight brushed it against Celestia’s folds, teasing out a sudden gasp of ecstasy.

“Good slut, make sure not to stifle your moans of pleasure. I want Luna to hear your cries all the way from night court,” Twilight declared.

“Is this… is this allowed? Truly?” Celestia asked.

“Luna gave me the opportunity to grant you relief this once though after I don't believe as though she will lend you out quite so freely,” Twilight replied.

Celestia blushed. “I do love her dearly.”

“And she, you,” Twilight exclaimed, pausing to stand up straighter. “Now then, I believe you have been promised something.”

“Oh yes mistress, your slut is ready,” Celestia exclaimed.

Twilight smiled, and using her magic, rubbed the feather up and down Celestia’s opening. Usually, such minimal stimulation would do little, but Celestia had been dangling from the very edge of orgasm for years at this point. Though she had been unable to push herself over the limit, Twilight’s ministration turned the tide. It was barely more than a few flicks of a feather later that Celestia felt herself experience the relief she had been craving for years.

As she felt a scream build on her lips, and her body started to spasm, something suddenly stopped them. Twilight had embraced her, kissing her former mentor in a domineering manner that Celestia couldn't help but enjoy. In that moment Celestia truly did feel as though the younger mare really owned her completely, body mind, and soul.

The orgasm that followed was beyond comparison, wracking her body so thoroughly that she only barely remained standing. It was only the fear of disappointing Twilight that kept Celestia from becoming a twitching, barely sapient mass of pleasure. Her knees shook, her puzzle twitched, hot mare cum oozed out of her, and her eyes rolled briefly back into her head. Not only was it intense, but it lasted far longer than Celestia had even thought possible. But then she realized that it wasn't just a single orgasm, as for when one ended, another began, creating a chain reaction.

It was at the third consecutive eruption that Twilight released her kiss and allowed Celestia to fall to the bed. There she writhed and screamed, her gaze latched onto Twilight no matter how much she wanted to look away. That look though small, reminded Celestia that everything she was feeling was because of Twilight. Her former student and pupil had risen to dominate the unbroken sun, taking a position that Celestia had longed to be filled yet couldn't bring herself to give voice to.

As her orgasms rattled off, Celestia’s moans and shrieks became muttered ramblings. Then there was only panting, the exhausted mare succumbing and collapsing completely to the bed. As she tried and failed to gather her bearings, Twilight laid down next to her.

“After that display, I think I may need some relief as well,” Twilight offered.

Though on the verge of unconsciousness and barely able to form a thought, Celestia picked herself up. The mare awkwardly dragged herself over to her mistress’s crotch. There she planted her face, her tongue lapping at the younger alicorn’s pussy.

“You can do better than that,” Twilight encouraged.

Celestia grunted and pressed her lips against Twilight's extending her tongue into the other mare’s cunt. That slippery appendage swiftly found Twilight's clit, and began to lavish the love bud with much desired attention.

“Yes, that is muuuch better,” Twilight purred.

The alicorn reclined on the bed while Celestia pressed forward, her aching jaw continuing to work even as her muscles burned. Utterly spent and moments from passing out, Celestia held onto consciousness, forcing herself to pleasure the other mare. As the seconds ticked by, Celestia was able to gather herself enough that she wasn't about to pass out though it was still close.

“You know now we get to start planning your next release,” Twilight exclaimed.

Celestia shivered in anticipation, the mare not even tempted to interject a suggestion of her own.

“Luna mentioned that the next summer sun celebration would be a good time,” Twilight offered. “Just imagine it, you are raising the sun in front of all your subjects and as the celebration and the sun, reach their climax so do you. And in front of everypony no less.”

Celestia shuddered, but quickly got back to work, sucking and licking at Twilight's clit. Even still, the idea remained firmly in Celestia’s mind, making her pussy throb and her folds twitch.

“Well well well, at least a part of you agrees with our idea,” Twilight exclaimed.

Twilight's grin widened. “And you know Luna and I are going to keep you dripping until the summer sun comes around.”

Another shudder ran down Celestia’s spine.

“Oh yes, every minute of every day leading up to that fateful moment,” Twilight continued. “Your pussy will be drenched so often you won't even remember what it was like when you weren't dripping with arousal.”

“How does that sound, slut?” Twilight teased.

Celestia gulped and pulled back. “I think that is a wonderful idea, my mistress.”

“That's what I thought,” Twilight replied. “Now get back to work. I want to get at least three orgasms out of you before Luna gets done with night court and wants you all for herself.”