~ III ~

Celestia's Throne No More

Twilight checked her reflection in the waters of the coursing river, a frame not held to its height and width, more than what was possible to appear on the surface. The bigness. Power. Something was had in towering over ponies. Walking through a world much to small for her.

But it was the signs of progress she was addicted to.

Gazing into the waters of a mare no longer the same, taller and stronger and expanded, everywhere and perfectly so, the strands of her mane thicker, sleeker, a sheen of brilliance coating them. Everything about her had ascended. She was still ascending.

Twilight cast the spell again. Over and over. She rolled her head as the power surged, more of her core filling out, consuming more. There was something about the space as well. Perhaps it was a silly thought. But in glancing over her shoulder, trees and buildings and structures of the town were tall, not so much than her, but still taller.

It wasn't enough to simply exist. Oh no. Even the space around her felt wasteful without her presence. It wasn't that she wanted to consume more—though tingles resulted from it—but wanting to become more. To occupy all this space around her. To become it. Existing within it.

Twilight wanted to be the mare in the valley consuming that space, filling it out with the span of her body, feeling the mountain crumbles at her sides. To walk and the bubbly fat of her flanks to demolish utter hardness with titanic softness. Expand! Expand! Expand! That's her craving.

But you won't allow that, will you, princesses? Twilight's eyes blanketed into whiteness upon the spell surging. The reflection on the water saw her frame expand, again, growing and vaster, the swaying of her mane reaching inches more in the air. Capped your power in fear of what you'd become.

Twilight enjoyed the shudders flicking into her muscles. Glancing down at the water, her face could no longer be seen. Only the neck reaching across its height and cutting before her jaw. Such an increase with a single spell? Each succession compounded, doubling, leading to greater returns.

Nopony else in this world stands a chance against me. Spike will always love me. No matter the changes that come, I can depend on him for that. Everything else relies on me. Twilight lifted her muzzle and gazed off into the horizon, craning her neck a smidge, seeing the looming mountain and the castle resting there. One threat to remove. Nothing but power and growth after that. Can do anything I please. Grow as big as I like. Maybe even stomp massive hooves through that district I always hated.

The idea enough sold another charge of the spell, growing to the branches of the trees on the bank. The idea of being giant and crushing through Canterlot stroked warm touch swirling within her folds. Maybe stuffing one or two there. Spike wouldn't mind living there. Could keep the ones... detained in order.

She grew as the idea flicked her hip at the indulgence! Of slamming her rump into the ground and backing, ponies and buildings trapped in her crossing, entwined in the expanse of her cheeks or the tightness of her tush. Those more fortunate, however, would be plunged into the depths of her privates.

Tumbling deep and then deeper, a narrow cavern vast in itself, holding countless across lands of sensitivity. Little Spike would be in there, keeping the peace, calming them down, ensuring no harm came from inside the mare. All of this going on, a micro world, while Twilight walked, doing as she did, carrying this crowd inside her pussy.

She wouldn't be aware of the fighting and yelling and tumbling in-between her hips, existing within her depths, nothing like that. Only the tickles and odd tingle from within. What they did inside of her was smaller than those tickles. It didn't affect anything she did. But then? The unconscious undulating of her cunt would encompass their whole world.

Darkness or dimness would be the world inside of her. Everyone within perhaps peering over the miles to the entrance. Her slit, towering and tight, allowing slices of light. Walking and steps meant nothing to her. Those impacts, however, would rock and cradle their world. Distant vibrations and muffled explosions of mere hooves against ground.

Twilight knew her tastes, desires, the costs of it all. None of it mattered if she could attain it all. To know more, become everything, consume and expand, becoming the space around it. Knowing the greatness her body would become. Ponies standing at her hooves and gazing up the spires of purple that were her legs. To become a sight, a walking landscape of softness to those before.

Nothing would get in the way of that.

Twilight stood taller than the tallest alicorn, her form similar, a mere changing of symbols. Princess Celestia had been asking for this, waiting for the day of change, for Twilight to become better, far better than her. To become a queen and not a mere princess.

Knowing this to be the final gambit, Twilight closed her eyes and licked her lips, horn igniting, magic surrounding, a flash of light stealing her away. Remaining on the bank were hoofprints, deep and broad, stamping her existence into the land. Inflecting as much of herself as she could into the natural world.

Becoming more than nature itself, to Twilight, was the goal of magic.

The city changed before the end of the day. Everyone sensed the change in the mare as she appeared, from nowhere, bigger and striding and bearing intent. Twilight hadn't been reported. Her growth was hidden from the world from the efforts of Spike. But the drastic change soon to come cast coming winds most felt.

Those who stood now littered across the ground, not dead but defeated, the weaknesses to magic. None in the way proved a fight. Twilight would simply raise her hooves a bit higher, catching them in her shadow before stepping down. Their heads would be pinned beneath the soft mass, kept to the ground as she walked over the body, leading them impressed into the asphalt.

Some dared magic upon her reading of the castle. Unicorns poised above the great doors on the level above, casting their spells, bolts and fire and magic, electricity and water, every deviation irrelevant for the result came the same.

Twilight strode to the doors as the magic struck, a bubble appearing seconds from contact, expelling the magic back. Each spell blasted its caster. Knocked back or shoved aside or struck unconscious. The only time the mare stood, of course, was before the doors.

She craned her neck, a habit Twilight was soon to lose, gazing to its heights. So tall and broad to an intimidating scale. None of this perplexed her faintly amused expression. Lifting onto her hindlegs, Twilight rested her forehooves on the doors and, tensing herself, shoved the doors back.

Great creaking and cries surged as cement ripped from the structure, the doors detached from their hold. Twilight wasn't content in simply opening the doors. Desiring to demonstrate her power, the shove of her hooves blew the doors back, tearing them from the castle itself. They croaked upon leaning back, falling to the slicing of wind, slamming and basting a swirling current of alabaster dust.

Those behind the door were swept back from the currents, others blinded from the billowing airs, some losing their weaponry. Stationed on the other side of the entrance, the guards trembled at the goddess walking across the fallen doors. Clattering of weapon jumbling on the floor echoed throughout the hall.

One of the guards was hacking the dust from his lungs, flatten on the ground, a hoof pushing into the floor, struggling to lift himself. He gazed up from the bottom of his golden bands to her majesty. He looked up, straight up, watching her mass pass. Striding slowly and exceedingly as self-assurance was owned exclusively by her.

Wisps of her mane tickled across his snout.

Another blast sliced from her form. Everyone was struck in the chest and pushed back, pinned against the wall, fighting and wiggling, those caught in the air lost to fumbling their limbs around. They all looked so cute. Adorable. Like ponies needing to be protected. Twilight smirked. Maybe there would be more like Spike in the world.

Down the end of the long hall, doors and doors swung open, a rush of guards swarming out, hardly in formation. They assembled and charged forward, each composing row after row, basic defence tactics. It wasn't to defeat the goddess. This was meant to delay her.

You won't do that to me, will you, Princess Celestia? Twilight could devour the smugness washing over her muzzle. This whole demonstration of power had tickled her in different ways. Pleasure wasn't always orgasmic, after all. Even if you did escape, where would you go? You wouldn't leave your subjects to harm. And you know if I get stronger here... there's nothing you can do out there.

A single laugh. Especially when I'm set to become everything out there. Either you stop this now, or you're defeated. Now's your one chance. The final gambit! No way you'd leave on such an epic climax! Whoever comes out is the most powerful being in the world!

And why not give a treat to the ponies daring to oppose her now? Another casting of the spell enlarged her body, increasing her frame and decreasing the space of the hall, the window lowering and becoming closer to her sides.

Twilight laughed as her body surged outward, and the hall shrunk inward. The ponies afar dropped their weapons at the demonstration of power. Seeing such a great mare growing, it impacted their psychology, seeing something greater than Twilight Sparkle approaching.

She began again across the hall, slowly, each strike of a hoof against the ground exploding in sound, sweeping pressure from the contact, the windows shattering outward from the step. Glass flew away. Shards recounting history soon to be forgotten.

And replaced.

Coming before the rows of guards in the way, all the princess had to do was smile, watching them divide down the middle. Splashes of sunlight stretched across the floor, warming it for her hooves, the stallions creating a path for her.

Perhaps they feared her becoming bigger. Her eyes occasionally swept across the up-turned stallions looking at her. She gave them a little smile as she passed. Nothing more than a soon-to-be deity passing through. They sensed that. Or maybe they were terrified of a mare big enough for all parts of her body to press against every wall in the hall. Exploding through that would be fun.

It didn't take long for Twilight to cross the river of hopeless guards, entering into the biggest corridor of them all, finding it barren of anything. No top guards or prized students or anything of the sort. Only memories of Rainbow Dash and herself, much smaller, stalking these halls together.

And the throne doors in the way.

Twilight didn't bother with physical power this, not when the result was a certainty. Gazing over her shoulder to the last row of guards, her eye burned lavender, brilliant and commanding, summoning the stallions. They walked, stumbled, toward her. Keeping feet away as to be safe. Staying around her, approaching the doors, following the order without words.

The princess stood at the crack of the door and tilted her head up. More and more guards flooded from the doors in the joining effort. They creaked, the mass same in sound, shuffling back, inches for seconds.

Did they open the doors to honour their new princess or to keep loyal to the one on the other side? The answer to that question depended on who was to win. Those of the latter, of course, would become wiser come the next day.

Twilight didn't wait to make an entrance. Once the opening slit parted enough to reveal the carpet leading to the throne, she stepped through and entered, passing the stallions with a flick of a muzzle. Just as she passed through into the throne, the doors closed behind her, events of destiny an exclusivity.

The carpet was velvet beneath her hooves, smooth and red and soft, ushering her forward. The princess sauntered to before the steps ascending to the throne, shone on by the distant, high windows marked on the walls. She reached the base with a pause, bending a knee, dipping her head, bowing.

High up above, on the golden throne itself, Princess Celestia sat, calmly, drinking her tea. There was a table next to her with unique blends. An assortment never before seen. Her mentor never went from tea to tea. One and the same throughout the day.

But not now.

The last day for tea. Last tea instead of dinner? How Celestia.

"I saw it in you from the very first day." Princess Celestia took another sip from her cup, focused upon it, all her attention dedicated on its look, the taste, an immersion of something calming before the storm. "That hunger for knowledge. The intense power you bore within. Everypony bears potential paths in life. But none are quite like you."

Twilight did not lift her head.

"Those destined for greatness are gifted with the choice in how they will use it. My hope was you'd overcome your nature by being filled by others." Princess Celestia took her final sip, going as far as to slurp the warm waters. She turned only to set the cup on its saucer. "Never could be content. Always needed to become more. Knowledge and information and power. Becoming smarter and stronger without end. But you know there's no end."

Twilight did not lift her head.

"I could be your mentor, but I couldn't be your friend, could I? A type of friend, maybe, but not one to your equal. All those years of emptiness spent filling yourself on books." Princess Celestia straightened on her throne. "You loved your friends. Could become lost in them. But they never did fill you, did they? Never found the one to be your equal?"

Twilight did not lift her head.

"Ideals and perfection, regardless of how probable, sometimes cannot exist in reality." Princess Celestia also bowed her head, the two caught akin, different bodies to the same figure, sunlight illuminating them the same. "We can imagine the lives we desire, as realistic as they may seem, only for their destiny's to be fantasies. The life we crave never comes. We are gifted to what we have."

Both princesses lifted their heads.

"We must be content, Twilight Sparkle, for no end comes beyond it."

"I refuse," Twilight replied. "For no end is what I crave."

"You're willing to lose yourself to the highest ascension possible?" Princess Celestia asked. "Where none of us have dared before, no matter the situation, regardless of the dilemma for power? That empty feeling will become full maybe for a period of time. But when you are great and big, it won't mean anything."

Twilight dipped her muzzle, although this time, for a different reason. "Becoming everything is my goal."

Princess Celestia stood from her throne, already shaking her head, walking forward. "Foolish filly. You never did learn." Thin magical currents swirled from the base of her horn, streaking upward, condescending into a ball at the tip of her horn. "Becoming everything consumes your world to nothingness. You'll become nothing as a result."

Twilight's horn charged, both the spell and something else, another key lodged within the tome. "Those who are full cannot also be nothing. And that's exactly what I crave." Another dense ball of magic condensed onto the tip of her horn. "Everything empty will be filled by me. This city, this country, this world, this universe will fill me in return."

Celestia genuinely smiled. "I see you're beyond saving."

And the same was true of Twilight. "And I wanted to thank you for those years of guidance."

The two princesses cast their magic simultaneously. Unique beams that belonged to the two, shooting up in a diving swirl, crashing and clashing high in the middle, lowering as they fought, each fighting to push the other. Both their faces narrowed, reaching deeply into their version of greatness, powering it into their spell.

Until the first gasp came.

It was from Twilight.

Her body spasmed as her legs wobbled. Sweat poured across her face as her coloured-beam retreated toward her, pushed and followed by the prismatic splashes from Celestia, everything nearing her horn. Princess Celestia strode down the steps, slowly, but confidently.

"T-To think... you were but a student after all." Princess Celestia's doubled her magic, surging more of herself into the beam, strengthening it, expanding it, a powerful glow to its every colour. She imbued her very essence into the spell. Anything to assure she towered over the alicorn. "There was a reason none of us entered beyond the realms of our powers. Everything to prevent becoming as drunk as you have."

Twilight's body collapsed onto the floor, her chest writhing against the carpet, herself fighting to maintain the spell. Above, Princess Celestia bore a smirk, lowering in height from every step downward, draining herself completely to finish the fight.

"But I do not mind, just this once, to put an end to this."

Princess Celestia towered above the mare on the ground, nearly set to collapse herself, every iota of power and magic cast in winning this duel. Her beams had long since connected to Twilight's horn, commanding her down, funnelling everything to render her nothing. And she won. Towering over the mare from the steps, she won, won, won.

Until she was no longer towering, much less looking down, at the former student.

"Got you there, didn't I?"

Princess Celestia found herself on the last few steps to the floor, only now, forced to gaze at the mass of her student's muzzle. Widening and growing and the domes of her eyes shot open. Twilight Sparkle was somehow growing, and Princess Celestia was shrinking.

"For the final battle set to determine everything, not going to lie, was expecting a battle at least." Celestia kept down the steps, dwindling drastically upon each one, until becoming a white mouse on the floor. She had to gaze up, highly so, to gaze, barely, over the edge of the purple cliff. "You were to be my last trouble in a world unable to afterward. Guess holding yourself back on our ascension wasn't a good idea after all, was it?"

Twilight peered from over her muzzle, the gems of her eyes massive, the pools behind them the same size as such. Her hooves pressed against the ground while the spires of her legs rose into the air, erecting, forming a landscape of mare above.

Princess Celestia watched the stream from her horn fade. Narrow and narrowing until ceasing. Wisps surged into Twilight's, blurring in the sky, devouring the magic. Everything Celestia had cast, consumed, devouring her essence to the point of taking her size.

Which the towering mare seemed to double.

Twilight Sparkle rolled and rocked her body, tingles within then pressing outward, the pleasure of expanding again. It was different this time. Having closed her eyes, one peeked open, spotting the prey on the ground. The mare, former princess, smaller than the rim of her hoof. Never before had her beauty seemed delicious.

"You were like a great-bonfire with a dwindling flame." Twilight turned around with a mirth in her step, the desires of a filly still as filling to a mare. She wobbled her broad backside over the princess, content with the heart-shaped shadow cast over. "Your flame was still powerful and unique, your potential untouched, but you held yourself back."

Twilight smiled from over the frame of her body, to the white mare on the floor, before she buckled her legs. "But smaller flames are consumed into greater ones to make them bigger."

Twilight wished to see the expression on the princess's face but, as her hindquarter smacked against the ground, the wobbles of her flanks consumed the tiny mare. Each crashing of softness drew the miniature mare inward, accepting her into the warm crevice between the cheeks, granting a strip for her to crawl through.

"Maybe it into my doughy divot, did you?" Twilight arched her body as her head leaned back, devouring the bliss of the wiggly-pony caught within the crack of her derriere. Celestia must have been wiggling forward, failing to hold back the collapsing purpleness of squish. It claimed her, surrounded her, followed by the odd clenched of the cheeks to keep Celestia centred. "The imagery of purple fat rolled and spread all over you is more amusing. But keeping caught underneath a flank would lose its appeal moments later, wouldn't it?"

Twilight's forehooves reached and rested behind her, allowing her to lean back, enjoying the feeling of a pony trapped beneath her rear. She had sat on Celestia, hadn't she? No more than a filly enjoying sitting on others. But the sensations of a monarch beating back tons of tush collapsing on her body was another turn one she didn't know she possessed.

And was dismayed as it centred on and out her front. With eyes still closed, Twilight allowed her head to flick forward and down, recovering from the pleasure, fluttering her eyes open. From her perch in the air, she watched the white morsel escaping between her legs, half-body exposed on the tiles, other half pinned by Twilight's groin.

"Now if this isn't an amusing sight?" Twilight said with a giggle but, in the end of the pleasure, knew of the need to end this fight. Unexpected events could always change the scales. This, she knew. Time for the finale. "Allow me to help you out of there..."

Princess Celestia was allowed into freedom as the weight lifted from her back. Behind her, the moving monument of mare lifted into the air, high into the sky, its scale, greatness of detail rendered fuzzy and blurry to the minuscule. Unable to praise Twilight's renown, for they could not see all of it.

By the time Princess Celestia captured her bearing on the red sea of fibres, in the great distance behind her, two pillars had slammed into the ground, rumbling it, tensions shivering beneath the flooring. A sweeping shadow passed over her, suddenly, as the sky changed. Gazing upward, Celestia saw the bridge of the mare's expanse and soft belly, seconds before, of course, it descended.

Princess Celestia stood below the miles of tummy as its enormous size crashed on and around her, covering the lane of the carpet, making it appear nothing was there before. The pathway of belly wiggled sideways, sinking the one underneath further into softness, it welling around her.

“And help you into here.”

Twilight laughed like a spoiled child in feeling the princess becoming smothered by her underbelly. Her spread of pudge was perfect in proportion across her tummy. Feeling that soft weight collapse over the tiny inspired glee. Especially when laughing jiggled over and around the one within.

"Smaller flames are fed to bigger flames so they can become greater." Twilight arched her muzzle around the side of her body, close to her stomach, shifting back so the one beneath rolled forward. "I need to tack your potential onto mine. You're still an energy source. Letting you run wild, anywhere beyond me, will lead to the end of me. Only in having you with me is there total assurance."

On feeling the lump rest beneath her chest, Twilight knew it was time, rolling to the right. She dipped her muzzle into the warm space beneath, nipping on the tail of the defeated mare, lifting her, slowly, out from it. Coming to sit once more, her eyes focused on the hanging body of her former mentor.

This meant crossing a line. Dipping her head in thought, would it be too late to go back now, to enjoy life as she had before? Defeating villains and saving the world and making friends. Reaching the point of replacing Celestia to advise the nation, as she had, the same cycle of existence, repeating and repeating.

Or to be the first to brave the universe around them?

"I'm sorry for turning out this way, Celestia," Twilight whispered to the possibility of the unconscious mare. "But the power feels too good, and the curiosity is too great." She dipped her muzzle all the way, craning her neck for the final time, in the last, great respect. "I love you."

Twilight flicked her muzzle upward, teeth releasing the tail halfway, opening her maw as wide as needed. Seconds later, the body of the white mare flew to its apex, descending seconds after that, falling into the open mouth of the towering alicorn.

The queen of Equestria shut her lips on feeling the soft body collide onto her tongue, head already back, sliding the morsel backward. Twilight swallowed the lump, feeling her throat bulge, following it with a hoof. It disappeared, tightly, beneath the passage of her chest. Until felt and filling her stomach.

And Twilight brought a hoof there. "No harm will come to you inside of there. Gone are the days I used to eat. You'll be safe and warm and always with me. It may be tight, but given time, will outgrow any castle in the world."

And the queen was not the same upon standing again. Her long mane billowed in length and glow and ethereal nature, curving in waves in the air, the faintest power from the connection to the cosmos. "Princess no more, but a queen of this land, every living creature, mine to protect."

In the rush of feeling throughout her ascension, one of them was the weight in her belly. No bulge of Celestia existed across the slender pudge. But she was there, only a weight Twilight could feel. It reminded guilt from the choice.

But Twilight knew, however, the more she grew and consumed, the less of that weight she'd feel. Once she towered over mountains, the unique weight and feeling Celestia would be gone in the vast world inside her stomach, and in that thought, she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

It didn't matter.

Twilight Sparkle already made her choice.

Author's Note

Don't worry.

This isn't a vore focused story.