Open Up Your Thighs

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Tempest Shadow, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn
Length: 10058

Tempest has her prisoner, locked nicely in a cage, made to endure her every command. The only thing she wasn't expecting, however, was for Princess Twilight Sparkle to have the thickest thighs she'd ever seen in her life—along with a word on friends.

Tempest has her prisoner, locked nicely in a cage, made to endure her every command. The only thing she wasn't expecting, however, was for Princess Twilight Sparkle to have the thickest thighs she'd ever seen in her life—along with a word on friends.

Commission for TheDriderPony! Who, I shit you not, commissioned a story for the sake of a pun (and some fun).

Want a commission for yourself? Then check out my commissions' page!

Published 2019-04-14 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-14 05:40:01 UTC

Thick Purple Thighs that Say "Oh My!"

Open up Your Thighs
B_25

“And in your story of friendship,” Tempest began as she circled around the bell cage, “is this what you pictured? Abandoned by those you call friends and left to endure the whims of an enigmatic foe?” Tempest stopped and stared into the cage, her muzzle wrinkled in utter satisfaction.

“Why don’t you see it, Twilight Sparkle?” Tempest lifted a foreleg to cover her eyes. “Your beloved friendship was destined to live and die at whims of others—never the strength of your own will.”

Twilight could be seen huddled through the gaps of the cage bars. Where she once stood proud and tall, she sat small and hunched forward, trying to escape the coldness of the steel her body was at the center of.

“You don’t know anythingabout friendship, Tempest.” Even with her body trembling in fatigue and her wings hanging limply from her sides, the fire in Twilight's eyes burned in the face of her opposition.

“Throughout this journey, all you've done is focus on yourself.” Twilight chuckled forcefully, casting her gaze away from the other mare. “How can you claim to know anything about friendship when you've never given it an honest try?”

“Because I've seen what it does.” Tempest's eyes opened wide with an unhinged madness. “How truly alone it leaves you in the end.” Even though her steps toward the cage were slow and pronounced, none of the clacking of Tempest's hooves against the steel could drown out her eager whispers. “Because now I see, without a doubt, that it is I! Me! The one who adhered to her own self-interest who stands the most powerful in this room, while you wallow in your cage.”

Tempest reached the cage with her muzzle lowered. Her hoof snaked between the bars to yank the alicorn’s gaze back to herself. There, in the glossy surface of the princess's eyes, Tempest saw her own reflection. Big, strong, and powerful. Assured of her place in the world.

“You might feel powerful now, Tempest,” Twilight spat back. “But that feeling won’t last for long. Trust me, I know.”

“Is that so? The power of friendship will soon save you, will it?” Withdrawing her hoof, Tempest’s severed horn sparked blue, causing volts of magical electricity to course through the steel. “Is your friendship protecting you now, Twilight Sparkle?!”

When the electricity stopped, no more words were said. Twilight Sparkle had risen onto her hind legs when the shocks blew through her body. At once, she collapsed forward onto the steel ground of the cage. Reaming bolts of blue zapped into her chest, shaking her body while she laid on the edge of consciousness.

Tempest opened her mouth to speak only to find she suddenly couldn't. Something lodged in her throat, weighing down on her chest. Turning her head aside, she tried to quell the voice in the back of her head, one that didn't stay quiet for long.

“The practice of my power was not—“ Tempest’s tone cracked along the edges “—meant to wound you so greatly.” With a exhale, Tempest turned around the cage again. She found difficulty in staring at the fallen face of her broken foe... especially when the princess sporadically convulsed. “It was simply to demonstrate that friendship cannot protect you from the dangers of the world.”

Tempest came to the back of the cage, slowing while she did so, finding it easier to stare at Twilight's back. “You can only depend on your own strength. Anything else is simply inferior and out of one’s control.”

But then Tempest saw something she wasn't expecting to. Inside the cage, the younger mare arched herself upward, placing her weight on two trembling forelegs. Unknowingly, either from shock or exhaustion, but Twilight had stuck out her plot—tail draped over the plushness of her right flank.

“You may be right in that regard,” Twilight's words came out clear even though her legs quivered like twigs about to snap in the wind “Your own strength be very well be the only thing you could always rely on, but that's not true strength.”

Tempest did her best to stare at the back of Twilight's head, but her gaze kept pulling downward, her eyes honing on the sizable backside of the smaller mare. Each of her supple cheeks was perfect in proportion in proportion to the rest of the body, with the right amount of roundness to them, yet still retaining a soft texture.

When was the last time you've laid with another mare? That voice. It was always the same. It came in different tones and spoke of different aspects, but its source was always traitorous to Tempest's core. Look upon the mare before you now. You see a foe, but not an enemy. Surely there's a way to make her see the truth?

“Why don't you spare me of your ramblings? I already know your plo—point.” Tempest's cheeks flushed redder than the color of her coat. “The ability to render yourself vulnerable for others is not strength, only an excuse for the lack of. It is an admission of weakness to hide in the shadows of others.”

Twilight finally rose to her hooves, all while shaking her head. “That wasn't the point I was going to make, Tempest. Every time we meet, do you know what I see?” She glanced over her shoulder at her captor. “An unhappy mare.”

Tempest's eyes became alight again with subtle rage. Her gaze steered away from the purple plot and to the mare staring back at her. Is this how it's going to be? A princess pretending strength all while hiding behind a veil of words?

“Is this all that you princesses do? Speak of righteousness and morality while your plans turn to shambles?” Tempest didn't walk, no, she stomped around the cage, electricity sparking with each step of her hooves. “When you're unable to beat your opponent in a show of strength, all you do is fall back to your words, hoping to convince me of something fundamentally different to my core in the vain hope that it will change your fate…”

Twilight shook her head. “It's not a matter of what you'll do to me, Tempest.” Her head dipped and her gaze settled on the ground. “It's a matter of what you'll do to yourself. Trust me. I've been there. It doesn't matter how much strength you have, not when you feel alone.”

“Alone? I'm surrounded by an army!”

“Of beasts you are unable to speak with.”

“I can order them to follow my command.”

“But none will follow of their own volition.”

“And that matters how? My interests are being met.”

“Yet relationships based only on self-interest will cause everypony involved to feel hollow.”

Tempest laughed as she came to the front of the cage, her muzzle tilted up in the air, giving a sidelong gaze to the mare in the cage. “Is that so? Will I feel hollow even as I command hundreds? You know, Twilight, I think there's a lesson for you to learn here.”

Twilight raised her eyes to her but did not lift her head. “And what is that, Tempest?”

“The funny thing about all of this, my little mare, is that I don't hate you in the slightest.” Tempest turned herself around, exposing her backside to the cage. “You may annoy me and your logic baffles me at times, but I see the power hidden within you. You yourself are capable of so much more. Power ferments within you. It's only your twisted beliefs that hold you back.”

Twilight narrowed her gaze. “W-What are you getting at, Tempest?”

“I swear allegiance only to myself and whatever path it leads me on.” Tempest smiled as she walked to-and-fro before the cage, lifting her hind legs higher than she should. Her skin-tight suit felt great when it became taut against her body, the material hugging her body in a way she absolutely loved. “My desire now is to regain my horn and become complete once again.”

Twilight only shook her head.

“But I recognize it's something that I cannot do on my own.” Tempest swung around on the ground, flanks swaying slightly in the air. The elastic had ridden up into the crack of her rump, sending shivers of delight along her spine. “The Storm King is a fool and his army will not last long. Numbers do not matter. Only strength and power.”

“What are you getting at here, Tempest?” Twilight had finally raised her head, though her cheeks were a bit more purple than usual. “What is it exactly you want of me? You can hurt me all you like, but knowing the girls will come to save me is all the strength I'll ever need.”

“In a naive way, it’s admirable how much blind faith you place onto your compatriots.” Tempest brought her muzzle to the cage, letting it hover in between the bars. “But how about I offer you something tangible. A chance at greatness.”

Twilight narrowed her eyes, but she still stepped toward the bars, letting her muzzle hover an inch before Tempest. Even when she stood tall, she was still inches below the unicorn’s jawline. “And what are you trying to do, Tempest?”

“It's very simple, Twilight Sparkle.” Tempest licked her lips as she stared down at the younger mare. Seeing how cute her face was, how tight her muzzle looked, and the pink fur that covered her lips only caused Tempest to shiver more and more. “Abandon your sense of friendship and join me as a lover.”

Twilight's eyes went wide and her ears pulled back, but she stood her ground. “Is this some sort of trick, Tempest?”

Tempest let her eyes trail down Twilight's body, from the sleekness of her violet mane to the thickness of her barrel. “There can be no denying that you are a beautiful mare, Twilight Sparkle, and you just so happen to be powerful as well.”

Twilight glared back at Tempest, their muzzles inches apart, the warm exhales of their breaths washing over the other's cheeks. “Thanks for the compliment, Tempest. Always means a lot coming from a villain like you.”

“We don't have to be villains.” Tempest’s foreleg shot into the cage and wrapped around Twilight's neck, holding her tight, enjoying the softness of her coat, and inching the rest of her body closer to the cage. “We would simply go and acquire everything we desired. The noblest deed one can do in life is to dedicate totally to one's improvement."

Twilight huffed the words away, yet to Tempest’s joy made no attempt to break out of her hold. She wasn't expecting it when she had done so, but the sensation of touching another mare, of holding something soft and warm and alive... it stirred up pleasant feelings from within her core.

“So let me get this straight. Even after all this fighting and chasing we've been through, you'll let me out if I join you?” Twilight gave a fit of mock laughter while she averted her gaze. “There's no way it would ever work. Face it, Tempest. If I couldn't get you to trust in the genuine gestures of friendship, how would you ever trust me not to betray you out of the self-interest you hold in such high regard?”

Tempest laughed as her hoof pressed onto Twilight's cheek, setting the alicorn’s gaze back on herself. Once more, her reflection appeared amongst the violet of Twilight's eyes, only this time, she saw not the commanding image from before, but had broken down to reveal a mere mare instead.

“Because we would be lovers, Twilight Sparkle, and your self-interest would be on me.” Tempest wasn't sure whether if it was a trick of her mind or of her heat, but she felt Twilight's cheek subtly sink into her hoof. She almost choked out her next few words. This caused her next words to come out almost in a choke. “It's a lot to demand, and so suddenly as well, but if you... opened up your thighs, I am convinced I will make you mine.”

Something clenched in Tempest’s core. Without meaning to, she had asked for permission from of the princess, rather than ordering her to do as what she desired. Why had she opened herself up to for the risk of denial?

Control yourself. Tempest allowed a heavy exhale to leave her muzzle. Why does it matter what answer she gives? No matter what, she will submit to your will, and that's all that—

“Fine then.”

Tempest blinked. “What did you say?”

“Talking about friendship is always going to be lost on you.” Twilight herself exhaled, and the two were without breath, speaking on borrowed time and empty lungs. “But if doing something like... t-that,...” Twilight’s voice cracked mid-talk, “will earn your trust, then I'll prove friendship to you that way.”

Tempest laughed then breathed again. “You'll prove friendship through shameless sex? Perhaps you know nothing about friendship after all.”

“Then it appears we have quite the dilemma,” Twilight began as she raised her muzzle, her snout coming to press against Tempest's own. With a giggle, she drew her lips forward, letting only the furs of their lips brush for a second. “During this, all you have to do is convince me of self-interest,” she whispered seductively.

Twilight then giggled as her eyes became half-lidded. “And I have to convince you of the magic of friendship.”

Tempest froze. Any dominance she had held over her prisoner vanished the second Twilight took charge. With a clenched chest and tight throat, she found it hard to speak, hard to do anything to take back control. The pleasant feeling in her core grew stronger and bigger the more the smaller mare took charge.

“So how about it, Tempest?” Twilight blew a warm exhale, letting it caress the scarlet cheeks of her captor. Seconds later, when Tempest's blush could no longer be hidden beneath her coat, Twilight giggled at the sudden control she now had. “Do we have a deal?”

Tempest tried to speak only to find she could not. It was too much. Seeing the princess’s muzzle inches before her own, the fur of their lips brushing, only a move away from finally touching…

Hollowness. That horrible aching festering deep within the core of her chest became soothed by something new. Something fresh. It was a sensation that brimmed with fragility, something great that whispered of all that could go horribly wrong.

But Tempest was not strong enough to fight it. Not now. Though she held power, though her strength had locked this princess in a cage, small little words, spoken in a broken voice, held power over her with a painfully great feeling that had resonated with her only once before.

When Tempest was once a filly, and when she was with friends.

And though she couldn't bear to lose herself to that sensation again.

Tempest went in for the kiss anyway.

Magic. Plushness that was utterly soft. The layer of fur across the purple lips tickled her own, hinting at what greatness could possibly come if only she pushed herself forward. But Tempest couldn't do it. Having her lips finally met by another soul, by another mare, kept her locked in her place far better than any cage could have rendered upon her.

“You know, Tempest,” Twilight broke into words as she broke away from the kiss, though her lips kept within an inch of her captor. “It seems you were expecting a lot less from me. Did you seriously think I'd have so many friends without trying to see if we could be something more?”

Tempest cleared her throat in a weak cough. “I-I am the captor here, prisoner.”

“You say that now.” Twilight let her muzzle pull further away from the bars, and letting slipping away from Tempest's hold. “But our little kiss showed me something that your words have been hiding.” Twilight turned in place, letting her rump face the bars and the mare. “I may be a prisoner in the cage, buuuut I have a feeling you'll be joining me in here quite shortly.”

Tempest narrowed her face, assuming a look of disinterest that she had masted long ago. But behind the expression, the chatter of voices only grew louder. What are you going to do, Tempest? Let her win because you're feeling a bit lonely? You've survived dry spells plenty of times before. What do you think's happening now? This is a game of lust. Win it.

“Do you seriously think your cuteness is at all comparable to my sexiness?” Tempest wanted to bite her tongue as those words left her lips, a boast phrased so horribly wrong, but hitting a mark that was generally right—at least, she hoped so. “You may be small but big in all the right places, Twilight Sparkle, and even I will submit to how adorable you may sometimes appear, but such things do not compare to the mare you see before you now!”

Tempest allowed herself to stride before the cage, feeling the fabric of her suit shift to the movements of her body, rejoicing in how tightly the article hugged her flanks. That, and the extra padding the armor gave. She might not have been as big as the princess, but she was without a doubt tighter when it came to her ass.

“Your words still have no sway over me, and I will make you submit to me through action alone! But you'll still require training for that, won't you?” Tempest stared back at the cage, grinning, before bringing her rump against the cage. “You have my permission to work at my plot. Get me in the mood, Twilight Sparkle. I may even be willing to listen to you speak while you please me.”

Twilight laughed as she stepped up to the bars, her head slightly tilted to the left. “What's the matter, Tempest? Your own strength isn't enough to caress your own ass?”

Tempest did her best to keep standing tall, to keep her muzzle facing forward, and to not allow her expression to betray the loss of her inner composure. She knew she was playing a dangerous game that she'd only lost in the past. But it was worth the risk if she could win Twilight Sparkle like this.

“My own hooves suffice in getting me hot and—in getting the job done.” Tempest coughed while her spandex-clad flanks pressed into the bars, her cheeks flattening slightly around the steel. “And I can always order one of the beasts to have their way with me. I am more than enough of a mare to handle their lust.”

Twilight only clicked her teeth with her tongue, something that should have been annoying, somehow, turned incredibly sexy. There was still hesitation in Twilight's movements—how the strides of her legs sometimes bumped into each other and how, while her words sounded strong when she started, always tended to feel hollow near the end.

Both mares were doing something unexpected of them, but daring it anyway, all to prove some sort of point to each other—or perhaps only to themselves. Even when Twilight approached the bars, she didn't hesitate to lay a hoof on Tempest's right flank, a shiver coursing through her foreleg when her hoof sunk slightly into Tempest's softness.

“A lot firmer than what I was expecting to feel.” Twilight stared at Tempest flanks not exactly in the way Tempest had hoped. Twilight appeared to be looking at some equation rather than the ass of an attractive mare. “But I think a part of that has to do with the spandex.”

You better hope this doesn't lead to her pulling down your suit.

“Enough with the assessing and more working on my ass!” Tempest shook her head and bit her lip. She accounted for everything in life, but when she entered a situation she never expected to enter, it was like a derpy side of her had been unleashed. “Do not forget your place in this situation.”

Twilight playfully arched an eyebrow from over Tempest's rump. “I wasn't going anywhere with that line of logic, I'll have you know.” She then gazed down Tempest's flanks. Spandex and softness became one underneath her suit. “But try to tell me that this won't feel nice.”

Before Tempest could turn her head, she found it suddenly frozen in place, feeling trickles of shivers resonated from each cheek of her ass. Keeping herself blind, she closed her eyes, letting only the sensation against her body be the only input in her mind.

Twilight must have risen onto her hind legs and rested her body against the cage, for each of her forehooves was on each of Tempest's flanks. The soft soles worked into the plushness of her cheeks, impressing into them, electing a low moan from Tempest's throat.

She liked it. The sensation of two hooves pressing into her flanks, feeling her cheeks and spandex well up and around the hooves, flattening along their width and length. And not only that. But there was a princess in that cage, and her duty was to massage Tempest's ass.

“You've never had another pony tend to you this way, have you, Tempest?” Tempest's eyes kept close while she wiggled her rump against the cage, trying to evoke more of those pleasant tickles running sharp along her spine. “Sure, you've had your own hooves, but they don't always do the trick, do they?”

“I've had guards—“

“You've had beasts that... what? Did whatever they wanted just so you could get it out of your system? Trust me, before I met the girls, I used to have to deal with those kinds of… urges in a similar way.”

Tempest huffed, but couldn't bring herself to pull away.

“Doesn't it feel nice? To have two hooves working against and along your plot, knowing that another pony is working back there, just for you, doing her best to make you feel good—and for that reason alone?”

Tempest bared her teeth. “You're only... making me feel good because it's within your self-interest.”

“To escape? That may be a goal I have for later, but right now, making you feel good has the same effect on me!” There was a giggle to Twilight that was unlike her own, a hint of something far naughtier than what she had exposed of herself thus far. “Because as much as I hate to admit it, Tempest. You do have a very sexy body.”

Lies. This is a ploy. Do not listen.

“And whatever do you mean by that?”

Twilight Sparkle didn't reply at first. Instead, her hooves worked into her flanks, working each cheek up and down. Suddenly, she pressed her hooves in and had the soft flesh fill out along her foreleg, drawing shivers from the both of them.

“You're tall and you're strong, and the way how the spandex hugs your body is very nice to see shifting.” Twilight giggled as her hooves paused from working against Tempest's plot, not getting the kind of enjoyment she expected from working at another mare's ass. “And you've got a very tight bottom that I maaaaay or may not have peeked at a few times before this.”

“And you call your love of my ass a testament to the shallow work you're doing to it now?”

“No, and may the girls forgive me, this is what I truly want to do to them.” With that said, Twilight let her hooves trace over to the sides of Tempest's flanks. With a heavy inhale, her muzzle flew forward, smiling, right into the crack of another mare's ass. “You better be ready for a whole lot of fun, Tempest!”

Tempest whole body rocked from the impact of the princess. At once, her cheeks went a bright pink at feeling another pony's muzzle wedged in the crack of her ass, feeling the soft sides of her flanks enveloping the tight purple muzzle.

There's n-no way. It... all of this must be some kind of way to bring me down. A humiliating ploy all so she may return to her—her-her!

Tempest was forced to stop thinking the moment more of those pleasant tickles, each sent down her spine from the jiggle of her ass, become solid bolts of pleasure that shocked every nerve in her system. Twilight, with her muzzle fully in the crack of the mare, started wiggling her snout about, pressing against the supple cheeks of her rump.

“T-Twilight! Back there... have you... nhnghnnn... thrown yourself.... thrown...” Tempest stopped. She had to take in the sensation. The feeling of having another mare's face stuck against her butt, wiggling against the sphere of her cheeks, all while having those soft hooves pressing her flanks together. The combined sensation of it all overwhelmed her mind. “D-Do not think... that I will... f-fall to your....”

Tempest's legs struggled to not buckle from the pressure and aching building and welling from her backside.

And then Tempest got an idea, something that, hopefully, could keep her from collapsing.

“Do you have yourself nice and snug back there, prisoner?” Tempest didn't even bother waiting for a response as she clenched her own flanks, feeling them tightly hug either side of Twilight's muzzle, keeping her locked in place, the resulting snuffed wiggles a delight to feel. “Don't forget who has control of this situation! Throwing yourself into the rump of another mare, did you not think she would lord this over you?”

But doesn't it feel good to have a princess basically worshipping your ass? That every time you unclench your cheeks, she tries to pull back, only for your flanks to catch her in place again? You've always thought your butt was the smallest part about you... but feel how it so easily dominates her!

Tempest submitted to the voice in her head, letting loose giggles spew from the sides of her mouth, clenching and unclenching her rump, feeling the poor pony caught in the crack of her ass struggling against such a thing. To know she had her trapped, that her butt was all that she could see or feel, welling and flattening and pressing all around her muzzle and cheeks.

“To think that the great Twilight Sparkle, speaker of the depth of friendship, would have her muzzle caught in my behind? How the roles change with a shift of power!” Tempest clenched her butt the hardest she'd done before, eliciting a soft squeal from over her shoulder, though it was muffled by her spandex. “Wouldn't you agree, prisoner?”

Tempest smirked as she looked over her back and at the cage, though her smirk did not last for long.

She couldn't see Twilight's head from beneath her tail, but she could feel how far her muzzle at sunk—right up to and against her crotch. Her stomach clenched when something long brushed against her pussy, a small brush that simply set her off.

“Hnng! T-Twilight!” Tempest felt her legs ready to bolt but unable to make a move, her body frozen in place. “It was not my own thighs you were meant to be e-ex-exploriiing!”

Tempest felt something soft wrap around her thighs, pulling them against the cage, where her thickness flattened against the steel through the spandex of her suit. Inside the suit itself, the article clung to her pussy, a perfect outline hidden by her flanks—until a muzzle had gone searching for it.

“C-Careful with what you... what you... you...” Tempest nearly had her eyes roll back from the sensations that thundered from her crotch. The muzzle had brushed against her pussy and had done so again, causing the spandex to rub against her crotch and to ride up her slit. “...oh my...”

Tempest wasn't sure if this was planned or accidental, but such thoughts occupied her mind less, stolen by the muzzle poking around her pussy. She cast a glance left and right, making sure they were truly alone, before backing her ass further and harder into the princess's muzzle.

“Y-Yes! Like that, Twilight! Do me more... more!” Tempest shouts came out without restriction or hesitation. The teasing and brushing against her pussy alighted the possibility of a pleasure she had yet to feel in a long time. “If you wished to speak more on your friendship, then you have found the ideal place for it!”

“Thawt's nawught nawice.”

Tempest arched her back at the sudden vibrations against the lips of her pussy, feeling it course through the barrier of fabric. It teased her. Knowing that another muzzle was so close to her other place, that the hum of the voice attached to it stimulated her unlike any dildo—all of it inches away, but held back by something as basic as spandex.

“I... can't have... any more of this!” Tempest fully stuck out her rump, feeling Twilight's muzzle sink into the slit of her pussy, the spandex being pressed inward. The clench of her flanks kept Twilight in place, which kept her face against her crotch. “I shall you do you a favor of any kind if you would just finish this!”

“Nwuit yourswelf.”

Tempest shifted in place. Her pussy burned against the fabric, heating the inside of her suit, but trapping that warmth against herself. The rest of her body was getting hot. She had the urge to rub and scratch herself all over. More than anything, she just wanted to rip this suit off.

And it seemed like Twilight had a similar idea.

For the first few moments, she felt the stout end of Twilight's muzzle probing up and down her slit, giving her plush lips the touch she craved—and more. When Twilight pressed more into her slit, a patch of wetness seeped onto the fur of her cheek. Pressing inward caused the spandex to hug Tempest lower lips tighter, pressing them together onto either side of Twilight's snout.

This caused Twilight to lower her muzzle out of reflex—brushing right into Tempest clit. The little nub became slightly covered by the black fabric, and now, Twilight had her full muzzle over it. Slightly worried, Tempest went to speak... only to find she no longer could.

Twilight had opened her muzzle and brought her maw fully over her clit, the plastic taste of spandex entering her mouth—but along with Tempest's nub. From there, she started to lick, taking quick flicks while her snout protruded into Tempest's pussy.

“H-How are you doing this? Nnnhn. W-W-Why are you doing this so well?” Tempest looked down at her right foreleg, seeing it thump against the ground. She tried to hold it back, but she couldn't stop it. “You were not meant to have this kind of p-power over me. I... I am stronger than this!”

And then Twilight let her teeth sink softly into her clit, not enough to bite, but enough to overload the bundle of nerves. Tempest could feel the walls of her pussy clenching together, desiring to well and press against something hard and long, anything to make that horrible, aching hollowness finally be filled by something.

Something, for some reason, that needed to matter.

“Enough of this teasing!” The sounds of hooves against steel rung out around the area once more. Tempest came away from the cage only to stare back, seeing Twilight muzzle sticking out beyond the bars, her eyes softly opening. “Y-You almost had one over me, Twilight Sparkle.”

But the mare in the cage did not grin, or smirk, or anything to declare victory over the power she had held over her. Instead, the mare stepped back in the cage and, raising a hoof to her cheek, collected Tempest's lingering wetness onto it.

And then, bringing it to her maw, she licked the spot clean.

“It feels a lot better when you have someone that truly cares working on you, doesn't it?” Twilight let the hoof drop to the steel, and though she was the one who had been captured in more ways than one, the resulting clang was not louder than the ones Tempest had produced. “Knowing that another pony is working on you. That they want to please you. That they want to be with you.”

Twilight tilted her head up, but not in a way to assert herself, but rather, to fully and truly look into Tempest's eyes. In the princess's own, the violet of her irises seemed to glow, radiating a small and comforting warmth.

This mare is trying to fool you. All these talks and acts were all made for you to see a way. She has not even been subtle enough to hide this fact. Are you really going to submit to this mare simply because she has you wet? That her words have the power to make you feel something, even though it may only be a temporary feeling?

Tempest bit her bottom lip and cast her gaze down onto the steel. What was she to do? Never before, besides in battle itself, had her body felt so alive, so heated, and so... touched. She knew it wouldn't last. The good feelings that came from friendship were always thwarted by inevitable betrayals that unleashed pains and miseries that stung more than any wound and ached far worse than the pulsation of loneliness.

The pains of being alone are met with the subtle joy of self-improvement. Your body, your mind, your skills... they would not have developed as greatly as they have were it not for your solitude. Those things are consistent and true. This mare is unreliable and false.

Tempest dared to inch her muzzle upward, seeing at once the purple muzzle of Twilight Sparkle looking at her, but there was something different. Though Twilight's cheeks were blushing and her wings slightly unfurled from the sides of her body, the way she looked at Tempest spoke of something far different and far deeper than the arousal that lingered in the air.

What Tempest saw in Twilight's eyes, be it reality or imagination, was the chance to have something more than herself. Or rather, for herself to be filled by someone else. The idea of no longer being just one, of being confined to her lonely days of improvement—the feeling in her chest could be led astray no longer.

“You will listen to me from now on.” Tempest Shadow bit the collar of her suit, causing a gasping of air from all around her body. In seconds, the article sagged around her body, and when she moved, its shifting sounded like balloons rubbing together. “I am willing to risk far more for you than I should ever dare.”

Twilight continued to sit before the bars of the cage, all while staring up at the approaching mare, craning her neck further the closer she got. The princess kept still and silent, but her eyes continued to sparkle, their width filled by the pony who stood on the other side of the cage.

Tempest stood just above and before her now, staring at the princess, now at a loss for words. The bagginess of her suit made Tempest feel vulnerable, not as composed as she should be for a situation like this.

You look like a fool. Why are you wearing your uniform inappropriately? All of these rookie mistakes, and before your most impressive capture to date. Are you seriously submitting to this mare? The first pony to whom you expose yourself is also your enemy. Have you gone mad, Tempest?

Tempest bowed her head in thought, letting her hoof drop onto the steel of the cage, feeling the lingering tension of her electricity there pricking the underside of her hoof. Touching her horn against it again, her magic charged into it once more, but no shocks were to be had again.

“Indeed, I might be a fool,” Tempest whispered in a voice so low, droned out by the raging bolts of her magic. “But at least I will not be a lonely fool.” Seconds later, the magic finished, and metal clicking was heard. The squeak of the bars echoed into the chamber as the front half of the cage swung open.

When Tempest let her gaze fall inside, she saw the purple pony sitting in the center, waiting for her. Twilight had her tail flicked along her rump, her eyes gazing up into her own, and the subtle smile on her lips seemed both sinister and welcoming at the same time.

And then Tempest stepped into the cage. “You will undress me at once, princess.”

Twilight rolled her eyes as she rose. “That's not something you have to command, Tempest.” She walked over to the other mare, using the difference in their eye level to sneak her muzzle underneath the taller mare's chin—giggling when she felt Tempest stiffen from her touch.

“You don't have to be so tense, Tempest.” Tempest could feel the other mare's coat rub along her coat, brushing against whatever fur she had exposed. She felt the tug, Twilight's teeth nibbling on the collar of her suit. The alicorn worked it down, revealing tufts of scarlet fur, the soft slope of her chest, and the scars scattered along her skin.

Fool. You've shown your weakness to the enemy. There was a reason you wore that suit, was it not? You spent all this time not caring that you were not a mare, pretending that you were only a soldier.

The yanking of the fabric stopped at Tempest's forelegs. She gulped, unable to look down, her chest fully exposed to the mare against her. It hurt. The feeling of something so soft and so plush against her body was like a sensation that was too good to be true.

But every press of Twilight's coat, the thickness of her chest brushing with her own, was too much for Tempest to act upon. The purple fur brushed along the lines of her scars, causing them to ache despite the soothing touch of the princess's hoof.

You wore those pads for a reason. She may not be strong, but if she delivered a blow where you are weak, then she may stand a chance. What are you waiting for? Either pain or rejection awaits you.

“Tempest?”

End this!

“Y-Yes?”

Giggles.

“You have to step out of your suit.” Twilight's muzzle appeared from just underneath Tempest's own, where she playfully stuck out a tongue and winked. “I can't, y'know, force your hooves up or anything like that.”

Tempest swallowed. “R-Right.”

And none of Tempest's fears came true. Instead, the suit that clung to her body now hung loosely around her, causing her to feel off, a constant blush occupying her cheeks. But she relished the feeling of the other mare brushing against her body, slowly pulling the suit down to her hind legs.

Then the movement stopped. Inhaling sharply, Tempest looked down in between her legs, seeing the thick princess there. Her barrel sunk into each of her legs, her back brushing against Tempest's stomach. Worse than that, the princess was looking up, one of her hooves tracing along the long scar that started at her chest, fading only when it reached the end of her belly.

“P-Please—“ The word cracked Tempest's voice horribly. “Don't say anything about it. I...”

Tempest wanted to say more. She wanted to explain the wound, the cuts, everything wrong and damaged about her body. The more she forced herself to open, the more bad and wrong about herself she remembered. The start of tears burned the corners of her eyes.

But then something soft and great pressed against the end of the cut. Twilight's muzzle was tilted back and her lips were set against the line of exposed and pale skin. Tempest clenched her stomach at once, but Twilight only kissed the spot harder.

Only seconds later did Twilight pull away. “You have a very nice body, Tempest.” She blinked, and her muzzle scrunched up at once. “Gah! That was stupid of me to say, wasn't it?” Twilight stepped out from underneath the mare, coming to stumble upward and before Tempest's muzzle. “But I... really do like the way you look, Tempest. As um, heh, strange of me it is to say that?”

Tempest tilted her head but, instead of arching an eyebrow like she normally did, blinked a few times. “You like the way I look... even everything of me exposed?”

“Exposed?” Twilight's muzzle wrinkled. “I'm just taking your suit off, Tempest. It's no different from me taking off a dress.”

“You know very well that we are not the same, Twilight Sparkle,” Tempest turned aside her muzzle while she spoke, though her eyes flickered back over to the mare. “There’s nothing to hide about your body with a dress. The same could not be said for my suit, or the mare who wears it.”

Out of all the things Tempest was expecting to hear... small giggles was not one of them.

“Is that what you've been worried this whole time? Me seeing some cuts along your body?” Twilight flicked her mane aside and placing a hoof on Tempest's chest, covering some of the scar there. “I don't know what kind of experiences you've had with ponies before this Tempest, but I would never treat you differently because of some markings along your body.”

Tempest glanced down at the hoof at her chest, and though her scar ached, she herself did not wince.

“And uh, to be honest with you, big and tall and strong mares are... y-ya know... k-k-kinda my thing.” Tempest lifted her muzzle and stared down at Twilight, who now had her head down, the blush of her cheeks glowing nearly as her eyes had. “Seeing you so uh, built and covered in cuts, looking so hard but feeling so soft at the same time...”

Tempest Shadow could keep stoic no more. Her passive expression shattered as a touch of emotion played across her face. She glanced at the hoof once more, sunk slightly into her chest, repressing the beating of her heart.

“I... am at a loss of words, Twilight Sparkle.” Tempest lowered both her muzzle and her gaze, but flicked the latter up at the smaller mare. “I never thought there would be another who would... accept the kind of package that I am.” She turned her head and coughed. “Much less desire it without added incentive.”

What are you waiting for then? Have your way with this mare. See if you truly feel changed once you're done. It's not too late to win her over. She can still betray you... she WILL betray you when the moment is right.

Tempest shook her head.

Not trusting the instincts that helped you survive for this long and this well? Fine. You think this mare worthy of fucking. Do what you must, but don't think you can simply will her over to your side. If that were the case, give her an opening while you two fuck.

Tempest tried to shake her head again, but her horn ached worse than any migraine, forcing her into stillness.

“...have you been listening to me?”

The taller mare glanced behind her, where Twilight stood, working the suit downward. “You still need to... oh my...”

Tempest arched an eyebrow at Twilight, and then another, both of them rising as her eyes then went wide. She could feel it. Tempest felt the hot breath against her crotch, the fur of a muzzle brushing her folds, tickling them with the horrible knowledge of the possible pleasure hovering inches away.

“You look—“ Twilight's breath washed over Tempest's lower lips. “—so cute down here.”

“I look what now?”

Tempest went to turn around, to shout and to hit, though before she could do a thing, a shiver gripped her spine and gave it a good whip in place. At her flanks, she felt two hooves sink into her plushness. She froze at once, though she shook in place.

“We have not... come to an agreement.... about how we a-are to proceed with all of this!” Tempest continued to stare back at the purple pony set against her rump, her muzzle set below the dock of Tempest's tail. Awkwardness bloomed within the taller mare. “I issue the orders and you take them! The prisoner is not supposed to-to-to!”

Tempest threw back her head, mouth open, a deep moan booming out from the core of her being. Wetness leaked from inside the walls of her pussy where a tight snout had dug itself into, having slipped and pushed and held apart her lower lips.

And the following moan was the squeakiest Tempest had dared to utter. It echoed off the metal walls, gaining in pitch and reflecting the feminine sound back to her own ears—only Tempest couldn't care about what she heard. The only thing she could take in now due to her limited senses was that which she could feel.

“More... more like that, Twilight Sparkle!” Tempest couldn't help herself. The webs of restraint snapped inside of her as her pussy clenched along the muzzle of the princess. “I need to feel more of you back there! Whatever it is, I don't care, but do as you wish to please me!”

The mare seemed to have taken a hint, especially when Tempest stuck more of her plot into Twilight's face, going as far as to bend her forelegs. She arched her back, her rear fully exposed to the other mare.

But then something happened, a spark of a horn, a flash of magic, the very thing Tempest had worried most about. Before she could turn her head, Tempest saw Twilight's horn aglow, its power back from the cage being unlocked.

I was right all along. You are doomed—and rightfully so.

And then Twilight Sparkle's magic captured her. One of the most sensitive and most important places on her body. Tempest's body seized at feeling the magic capture around the nub that was her clit, settling fully over the thing. Twilight's muzzle was too deeply buried inside her cunt to do anything and her forelegs rubbed circles into each of her flanks.

Twilight had been allowed her magic to escape, to fight, to do anything she pleased...

...and all she wanted to do was please Tempest.

Tempest scrunched her face while it hung inches from the floor. She felt her pussy clench tightly as the welling in her core finally snapped. “T-Twilight! Move back... I....”

She couldn't finish her words, and the mare at her plot didn't want to leave her work. Instead of pulling away, the muzzle at her pussy opened. Tempest moaned aloud when the strokes of the broad tongue inside her flicked at her inner-walls.

They convulsed at once.

“T-Twilight!” Tempest couldn't stop herself from shoving her rump right into Twilight's face, milking the end of her muzzle for all the pleasure it was worth. At once, her pussy clamped, her pleasure bursting from within, feeling her cum well outward.

And Twilight didn't pull back. Tempest wanted to cry and flail her hooves against the bottom of the cage while goodness rocked her body in every right feeling and pleasant sensation that her every nerve and her mind were capable of producing.

The long cry did not last for long. When Tempest had finished, the pent-up heat that had bloated against her skin had finally found its release. Even then, while she panted, tongue lolled along her bottom lip, the warmth of sex lingered in her body like the air on top of a hill on a sunny afternoon.

It wasn't a great surprise to Tempest that, once her orgasm had finished rocking her body, she fell over at once. It didn't hurt. The steel wasn't cold but cool against her heated skin. She heard a sputtering cough followed by a giggle sound from above.

Before Tempest could even think to raise her head, her vision was filled by the mare she had gone looking for. Twilight laid down next to her, their muzzles inches away, each mare on their sides facing the other.

“Feeling good?” Twilight said to her in one of the cutest voice that Tempest had ever heard in her life. “I'm still not the best when it comes to caring for other mares back there.” She glanced down at her chest, a blush stealing her cheeks. “If you really want to know, I'm still kinda new to this whole... sex thing.”

Tempest blinked. “And yet, you were willing to try it on me?”

Twilight lifted her gaze and then rolled her eyes. “Hey! You're the one that didn't want to try being friends first.” Her mock anger faded. “Even when you encased the princesses in stone—something you still have to undo by the way—I was still, y'know, taken by you.”

“So you say.”

“That suit looks reaaaaally good on you.”

Tempest didn't try to argue that one back.

“And then you captured me, and then we fought about the nature of friendship,” Twilight continued, bobbing her head left and right, timing it to the stops and starts of her speech, “and then you made the offer for us to join as lovers, so I figured I'd take you up on the offer, only in a slightly different way.”

Tempest narrowed her eyes. “But why? I understand... wanting to be with me, that is, if your words until now have not been lies.” She clenched her eyes when Twilight glared back at her. “But there must be some function beyond that I must do? How else do we expect each other to be held together?”

But Twilight only laid her hoof on Tempest's cheek, stroking the spot while she spoke. “Ponies just want to be together, Tempest, not because they want the status of friends or the favors they can do. Really, we just don't want to be alone, because being alone... sucks?”

Tempest rolled her eyes. “Have you no deeper thoughts on this?”

“I've mostly gone on my feelings on this one, something I'd never have done before I met the girls.” Twilight rolled onto her back, but let her hoof fall onto Tempest's chest, wiggling herself closer to the larger mare. “Don't tell anypony this... but I've actually sat on Princess Celestia's throne before.”

Tempest found her ears belonged only to the princess, along with all her other senses. She scooted close to Twilight, enjoying the feeling of their bodies brushing together. Twilight was like this small but thick thing, her body soft and plush—the thing Tempest lacked most of all.

“Were you covering for some duty?”

“Nothing like that.” Twilight smiled. “Everypony had gone home. I'd just wandered into the throne room one night. When I first became a princess, I... had problems sleeping.” She sighed, her breath visible in the cold air. “I was away from my friends, had new wings to learn how to use along with new magic and power I hoped I didn't have to use.”

Tempest shook her head along the ground, feeling the steel rub through her mane. “To think that anypony would reject power like that.” She flicked her gaze to the left, smirking at Twilight. “Some of us endure a lifetime of punishment and discipline to obtain it, you know?”

“All for what? New wings, a taller body, and a longer horn?” Tempest flinched near the end, though kept quiet. “My wings were heavy when I first obtained them. And I couldn't figure out why that was the case—until I sat down on the throne.”

Tempest didn't know why, but she felt her foreleg slip underneath Twilight's neck, pulling the mare into her chest. It wasn't something she meant to do—she would never risk such a thing—but her body had acted smoothly, and she wondered if she should have trusted it more often than her mind.

“But when I sat on that throne that night, alone with my anxiety of becoming a princess and the weight of my wings... do you know what I thought about?” Twilight's voice cracked. “It wasn't about maybe having a castle, or ordering ponies about. Not the paintings that would be made, or the power I could now use.”

Tempest felt her heart continue to prick, but the feelings were quelled by Twilight's face nuzzling against her chest. It confused her how Twilight could be this strong mare, and yet, in her weak state, she chose to lay on Tempest of all ponies.

And Tempest was the weakest of them all, but in their joined moment of pain, simply being together lessened their woes. It was an experience that silenced Tempest's mind, a revelation that made her body feel alive... and her soul more grateful for that fact.

“Even though I felt great on that throne... even though I felt I had finally lived somewhat up to Princess Celestia's expectations of me... even though the lonely nerd had finally become a powerful princess...” Twilight's voice finally cracked. “No matter what had changed about me, I was still the strong but lonely mare on the throne.”

Tempest winced.

“Ponies like to think that the weak need the strong, but the truth of the matter is... that without the weak, the strong would be awfully lonely.” Twilight let her head roll up, her small face set on Tempest, eyes glossy with tears. “Because when you look beyond all that power, there's not much difference between any of us underneath the skin.”

Tempest would have fought such a line hours ago, but now, she only wrapped her other foreleg around Twilight. “I'm afraid... that is a new lesson I've come to learn today.” She then laughed dryly. “Though I've always known such a thing to be true. All this time... I suppose I was just hoping my strength made me different.”

“If only that could be the case.” Twilight's muzzle sunk into the fluff of Tempest's chest, nuzzling the top of the scar that was there. “But when I got my wings, I wasn't thinking about how much bigger they were than Rainbow Dash's... I was just feeling really lonely that she wasn't there to teach me how to fly.”

Tempest could take it no longer. The words and the feelings and everything had affected her body, filling her with too much substance, something she felt guilty holding all to herself. Lifting herself slightly off the ground, which caused Twilight to raise her head, she stared down at the mare.

“There is something I wish to do to you, Twilight.” Tempest stared at the princess, at the purple barrel lying against her own, or the round purple flanks that rubbed into her own thighs. “Something you've changed within me that I would like to prove.”

Twilight blinked as she sat back up. “D-Did I say something wrong?”

Tempest shook her head and rose to her hooves. “You have done nothing wrong and everything right.” Looking down at the mare, at this powerful being that turned out not to be so powerful after all, she sought to do the very thing which Twilight had preached about. “The strong need the weak like how the weak need the strong. It's only the matter of the need that's different, nothing more.”

Twilight craned her head back as Tempest stepped forward and towered over her, though she did not shiver in her shadow. “Then what is it... you need me to do?”

“It is within our self-interest to care for others, out of the simple desire to want to care for them. A broken horn and a bruised body have not caused you to change your thoughts about me.” Tempest turned her head, then lowered it. “The ponies of my past caused me to see that power was needed. I mocked their approval from my ranks, and yet, I only ascended because of them.”

Tempest felt a hoof on her cheek and a light pull to look forward. She stared into two eyes of violet, and they stared back at her. A muzzle flicked forward, and lips met in a tender kiss that lasted only for a moment. The fear in Tempest's chest began to dissipate.

Twilight smiled as she pulled back. “You were just surrounded by the wrong kind of ponies, Tempest. A true friend may try to change you for the better, but they'll never reject you for what you are.” She lightly shook her head, her bangs swaying in the air. “At least, I wouldn't do that to you—even though I'm slightly biased... liking you more than a friend and... stuff.”

Tempest smiled softly. “That is a point you have me in, Twilight Sparkle. I've always felt the need to regain and prove myself, but it was never to anypony in particular. I was carving something undefined, that was, until you came along.”

And then Tempest smirked. “And now there's something I want to prove to you. If we ponies are looking to care for one another, all so we may be cared for, then that's my self-interest of the deal met.” That smirk then transformed into a grin. “But I have yet to fulfill my turn of the bargain.”

Twilight gulped as she leaned back, now feeling small in the tall mare's shadow.

“So open up your thighs, Twilight Sparkle!” Twilight flinched and fell onto her back, and by the time she adjusted, Tempest was already over her. She felt two forelegs sink into the plushness of her thighs, sending a scarlet blush to cover her cheeks. “There is much care I must show back to you!”

And then Twilight did the only thing she could in this kind of situation.

She opened up her thighs.

Author's Note

Before we get to our usual author's notes, a few words from our sponsor, B.

Are you bored, wanting to hang with others, and fancy doing some big CHILLAGE? Then come chill with The Boys on, gasp, The Boys discord server! Besides that, if you are wanting to help B in his keyboard typing ways, then consider covering him for a coffee, or try my Patron. (Though it's still in infancy.)

And now, our usual notes, folks.

It was a week ago when Drider Pony found me.

How they did such a thing? I have no clue.

They hit me up one day and, after the first message, the rest of our messages were extremely lax. No high talk, no masks, no making ourselves out to be bigger than two broskis talking about purple plots.

Alright. I'll quit fooling around now.

Basically Driderpony came to me and, without missing a beat, wanted to make a story purely because of a pun. Don't throw shit, dear readers, as I'm sure many of your favorite stories were written simply because of that story's title.

Don't get me wrong. You shouldn't always write for or to the story, but on the other hand, doing something for the sake of pure fun is a good way to spend your time. Or to get a laugh out of your friends. Or some other third thing.

But all I had to do was write a story that matched the title. The rest of the story was left to me. With that in mind, this fic took in a different direction. It goes on the myth that "The weak need the strong."

Which is the case in most situations, but really, were it not for the weak, then the strong would have none to protect. That and, y'know, they would get lonely and stuff. So that's the angle I've tried to hit it on. Going along the similarities of both of the characters was a neat treat to see unfold as I wrote it.

Mind you. In the sequel, I want to touch upon the theme a bit more deeply. And, heh, have the characters do more lewd stuff next time around.

All the best to Driderpony, whose works I've checked out once we were done, and really, their prose and character depiction is quite good. Give their story list a glance and click any tales that interest you.

Your time won't be wasted.

And, of course, this story was a commission. Should you desire one from me, then feel free to send me a PM!

Later, folks.

~ Yr. pal, B ~