~ IV ~

Ascension

Twilight didn't sleep on a bed, but rather, consumed a room like one. None dared to invade upon her ascension. The nation reacted much like Spike. Scared and terrified of the one they loved and, failing to do right, were swept into a strange love of her. Every blend, celebrated and forbidden, focused on her.

And the queen consumed equally.

One of the first changes had been walking through the halls. They barely fit Twilight's body. It wasn't like a queen to duck and fill into herself, like a cat squeezing through a box, across halls. Especially considering her dragging tail, catching items with its grand strands, flicking windows into pieces.

Tables and sets of armours swiped from lazing waterfall of tail, broken by the nature of a mare, things without physical power. Stepping on ponies became a common mistake. Turning a corner as a little one did the same. Nothing terrible occurred. Sometimes ponies were squished into soft soles, pressure applied around them, until Twilight lifted the hoof to her muzzle, seeing a guard splayed, coming to wipe him on her chest. Her tuft was big and thick and bushy. Enough to hold stallions. They'd be caught by the sprouting furs, pressed into the soft chest, warmly kept, until healed from her presence.

Despite the sinister nature about her, none doubted her care for her subjects... but feared her demonstration of it.

And the weight in her belly went away given time. Not without the odd tickle of course. But the bigger Twilight became, the same was true of her belly, expanding with spaciousness. The one within could walk and run around to little sensory detail to the mare containing her. And even when it came—other things flooded in place.

Twilight was custom to guards following behind her, a useless detail for they were useless, beyond maintenance and appearance and such. Often the giant queen would sit back, struck by thought, broken out from wiggling beneath her butt.

Poor guards following behind the towering mare, watching the long strides of robust legs, healthy wobbles of the posterior above. Bubbly cheeks with heft. Seeing them crashing down as the legs stopped, caught by soft impact, bodies pinned to the floor as voluptuous flanks. Cheeks didn't smother them as they had the tiny mare. The difference between, however, shrunk, day by day.

It was more often than not that, losing the detail group behind her, someone rushed into the expanse beneath her barrel. They came in-between the space of her forelegs, walking backward, beckoning her attention.

They explained the guards splayed to her purple globes, stuck by pressure, joining the strides of her hips. There'd been faint tickles of some pressing against the softness, sinking into it, of course, attempting to break free from the hold. Others didn't mind being plastered to the cheeks of a mare's gigantic ass one bit.

By miracle—or not—one was caught in the parting of her flanks, sandwiched into the valley of warm purple, deeply as Twilight began to walk. He'd found himself crawling, through the occasional clenched of the cheeks, softness turned utterly firm, keeping him in place. Upon reaching the top and resting beneath the waterfall of the tail, he'd kept like that, forehooves set on the tops of the cheeks, enjoying the soft and warm seat.

Like the purple bum was a throne.

Those happenings distracted her away from the ones within; that was until they could be felt no more. The greatest trouble of them all, however, came with doors. Squeezing not only to get through, but caught and yanked back, in surprise, as her long-horn caught on frames.

And ceilings.

And branches.

And others.

It was in the royal washing quarters Twilight Sparkle found herself in. Nothing existed in terms of doors. Simply a spacious hall crossing into the room the same, which spanned the length of a field, most of it a shallow pool.

One of the guards chipping away at the entering arch, forced to ruin the natural design, shivered upon the distant striking of hooves. The ground faintly trembled beneath his own, that was, until ceasing to be faintly.

He slowly looked over his shoulder. The entrance spanned across to the other side of the room, and through the gap, a purple muzzle flew in. Large enough, that was, it swooped in beneath him. Upon collecting himself, he glanced to the right, seeing eyes twice his size.

He was draped over the queen's snout.

"You'll help on the back."

Twilight walked into the room and expanded to her full size, having adjusted the place for it, the long pool accompanied by steam. Her titanic hooves strode into the waters to great but contained splashes, countless rushing out and filling the sides of the lake, saluting from the ground. She strode to its end, the mass of her tail floating on the waters—nearly obscuring them.

Only when in lowering herself did the water rise to the sides of her frame. She tucked her forelegs beneath her chest and did similar to the hind. In the reaming space, she dipped her chin, the waters rising to her cheeks.

She didn't need to give the order to clean. Countless mounted her. The one on her snout rose at once, coming to awkwardly ascend the bridge in-between her eyes, reaching the top of her head. Seconds later, to the cute feeling of his hooves walking across her scalp, his minuscule weight slid down her neck.

Joined the rest from there.

From a cavity in a ceiling glinted a sliver bucket, three ponies behind it, either side, bearing ropes in their mouths. Two ponies stood before the towering metal themselves, pressing their shoulders, together, against the burning surface. The bucket tipped, warm waters waterfalling, splashing a mild current on the mare.

The tempo, contained, by those with the ropes.

In the steam and pouring sunlight, the ponies worked to clean their queen, with any means, sponges and brushes, lathering different soaps and shampoos rich in scent. Others used their bodies, completely, to massages the muscles beneath the purple coat.

Twilight noticed through flattened hair, on those not suspecting her vision, moments they stopped. Most loved her for the reasons they feared her. Princess Celestia had been a near mother to the state. Twilight was the same as her now, but enacting it more in different ways. But those cleaning the sides of her stomach... seemed to consider the one still within, trapped, there forever.

Perhaps the same fate offered to them? No, no. Not enough space. Given time and greater growth? Having a city and castle existing in her stomach? The dome of her barrel enough to house a world? Another craving to be filled.

The bath finished to the delight of Twilight who, during it all, adjusted a few times. In the shallow end of the waters, she backed up and sat, capturing a few with her butt. She'd known and smirked. Lifting with a wiggle, their forms tickled, joined on the wiggles, the delicious bounces of those curves. One was nestled deeply, shot into the depths of the washed crack from the impact, tightly hugged, the pressure mounted too much to escape.

From the ceiling lowered a towel, requiring the slow release of multiple ponies holding the other side. Twilight pulled on it, ponies letting go upon the tug except for one. The silver pony fell through the opening, caught into her hair, tangled and stuck far below her muzzle. He was paid no mind.

Those on the ground watched the mare rise from the waters. The ones behind, however, bore scared expressions at those plastered on the purple tush. They fought saying something, seeing the desperate wiggles causing the butt to jiggle. The queen's ass mocked their attempts to escape it.

Until a towel flew over them, lax for a second, pulled taut afterward. Their bodies were bulges against the fabric as she turned around, their wiggling seen by all, felt by her, and none did anything about it. Twilight ducked once more into the hall, her vast derriere and dragging tail their last sight. That, and the wiggling forms on her butt, which shifted away.

Twilight consumed the throne room, a held expectation, causing for few guests. Keeping to duty was still a core component to her. Those before the doors were prepped by guards on manners. They were then allowed in, walking across the red-carpet and, regardless of the beauty around them, their eyes were set on the queen.

Twilight consumed the back wall of the room, the throne destroyed by flanks a time ago, the width of the place needed to house her hips. Those who entered were quick to bow and, upon rising to glance at her belly. Knowing their previous ruler was there, in some way, subtly affect them. Just as it did wrong conduct netting them a similar spot.

Making the threat of sending those to be with their previous princess led to only an odd few, loyalists and fetishes, wanting to be taken on the offer. Upon being asked, they would rest with her stomach, feeling it before deciding. Should they desire it, it was their choice and, because of that, would have to walk in themselves.

Twilight would then lean her muzzle onto the ground, opening the cavern of her maw, while her tongue came to lay outward. Those would walk onto it, climbing the spongy surface, entering her mouth. From there, the lips would close behind them, her head would lift and, seconds later, they would be swallowed into the new kingdom.

And their reward for this choice was a belly pat.

After weeks of these interactions, followed by casting the spell, again and again, finally, she grew bigger than the throne room itself. She'd let a few guards rush into a shape of a throne, adjusting their formation beneath her hovering derriere, reaching the point until her purple fatness wouldn't touch the ground.

Then Twilight sat, squishing dedicated rows of guards beneath her butt, sitting on them, rolling around at times, the spread of her tush covered with their bodies. Sometimes they wiggled and sometimes they didn't. Court days became interesting for it. None were harm in the making, of course.

Until the day, after so many uses of the spell, the queen burst exploded through the castle walls. It'd came as she had. In the throneroom requiring its full space to house her, the giant mare leaned back, countless beneath the squish of her ass, others plastered across thighs, spread, revealing the swollen lips of her vulva. Thick and brim.

The mass of Twilight's hoof rubbed over it, having a stallion pinned between it and her clit, using his body for greater appeal. He clung around her fuzzy ball, humping and flicking and thrusting, kissing and licking and nipping, enduring the might of her swipes, the presses too hard lasting for too long.

Others were in her tunnel, temporary, feeling out the space, throwing themselves at the walls, acting like miners in a narrow shaft. One long and deep and dark, warm and steamy, baking in femininity. It was the scent driving them mad. Musk. Enough to replace oxygen and expand their lungs. They craved Twilight, submerged within the depths of her pussy, never wanting to leave.

She wanted the same. Even though their bodies were packed together, bringing her pleasure, she desired them a unique experience. For her cunt to be so wide and vast and long as to be its own world. They could explore and not find another. To be one in her privates.

To this ideal, and the work of the ponies over her, wiggling on her chest fluff, prancing in her stomach, rubbing in her pussy, struggling beneath her ass, Twilight Sparkle came, splashing and gushing warm honey curving like a river across the floor.

Twilight lazily gazed down while huffing in drunken satisfaction, seeing figures paddling in her cum. It was a turn on, half-complete. To fill ravines with her personal juices, watching others swim within her currents, lathered in her innermost-essence—growth was she needed.

She cast the spell.

Cast cast cast.

Grow grow grow.

To the groaning of walls.

Crashing of glass.

Pouring of dust.

Creaking of everything.

From the offset of Canterlot, there was a hill, standing, with a trio lounging on its peak. They watched over the city until rumbles struck the land and a grand creaking echoed from a distance. Out from the castle exploded its ceiling, a mass of mare appearing through the gap, arching backward, eyes closed and face drunk, moaning and moaning as her horn was glowing and glowing.

She was growing through the castle, continuously, rubbing herself more.

Those inside the castle had been beckoned toward her. In seeing their doom, tons had flushed between the plush thighs, thick and parted, revealing the entrance of the growing pussy. Most climb within and shuffled to the back, others trusting themselves into the cleft of her ass, some hugging the barrel of her thighs, others lost within the spurting fuzz across her stomach.

A few pegasuses, daring enough, flew into her mouth. Some wrapped their bodies around the tip of her tongue, others beneath it, some into her throat. They were swallowed without Twilight's knowing. Passed through to the second world. Three, of which, would come to exist within Twilight Sparkle.

Twilight Sparkle would go from queen.

To goddess.

Shining Armor felt watched before his eyes dared to open, a slow fluttering of both until his vision returned, the first sounds of the morning... the creaking of crystal. He rolled in his bed, the softness of a back pressed against his own. Cadance! She was still asleep next to him.

Particles poured from the ceiling.

The stallion barely escaped bed until looking into the window. There. Where the personal balcony to the bedroom was supposed to be... was a single eye. Its vastness escaped the framing of glass. Only a black pool encased in a point of violet. It was a kind and loving eye, belonging only to one, despite the difference in size.

"It seems like someone is awake!" The eye pulled far away, its distance revealing the purple muzzle. Large and purple and reminiscent of a legitimate bridge. Its giant size kept to the side, a wall of mane over the eyes, the mass gazing on him alone. "So relaxed despite the news? I thought you two would have tried something soon! But now we don't have to worry about that... do we?"

Shining was stepping onto wobbly hooves as they clicked against the floor, taking him across the room, slowing him before the door to the outside. Twilight's smile reached a mile and tickled the underside of her ear. Knowing she had him, the mass of her body shifted in the air; its might crashing down as she sat.

Below there'd been rows of guards, stacked together, bearing spears and shields. They'd been caught in the heart-shape shadowing of the hovering rear and, without given seconds to run, the ass descended upon them. Bubbly cheeks of purple crashed onto their formation, a dull but booming thud quaking the air and the ground, an entire platoon destroyed by pony tush.

"Don't you worry now." Shining was beckoned to gaze up at the voice, coming outside on the platform. A field of vertical lavender rose in the distance and, getting lost to its subtle rise and drop, he looked up, craning his neck to see the dipped muzzle above. Titanic, and aimed at him. "I haven't gone evil now. My butt is plump and soft and plush enough to only pin them. Some may have to crawl in-between to escape the pressure. But I guess that doesn't matter if I—"

Her rump tensed and her flanks clenched, if only for a moment, sucking those across the crevice to enter inward—those caught swallowed deeper. There was another threat deeply within. Something clean but hungry swallowing prey as easily as the other orifices of her body.

"Give them a little taste of my treats down there." Twilight then giggled while draping a foreleg before her muzzle, granting him half-lidded eyes. It evoked another step out of him, the sister now utterly gigantic, sexy and open and wanting of him. "Would you like to be down there with them, Shiny? Just one of the many faces braving the battlefield of my ass? Enjoying my squeeze and shake even though I know one of the specks is one of you?"

The hoof dropped like a bridge falling from the air—revealing the grin it hid. "Course not. You've always been a naughty boy." Down below, the arching lands of hind legs uncrossed, the collapsed thighs freeing from the other, dropping due to their pleasant heaviness. "And you've wanted to get with me for such a long time, haven't you?"

Shining wasn't ashamed to admit something called him over the edge. Be it how the giantess body of her sister was leaning back, arms out and legs spread, opening herself, offering him a glimpse at every one of her assets? This was Twilight offering him a view.

And as dammed as it was, he took it anyway, unable to avoid not seeing the inmate regions of his sis. Peering over the round platform, the area below was blurry, that beneath the purple legs an outright haze. But in-between the thickness of her thighs was the sprouting of pubic fuzz, dense and a darker purple.

There it was. Exposed from the massive legs spread only for Shining, treating the view of the vulva spanning the opening of a cave. It protruded from her crotch in a velvet texture, the lips covered in furs darker than the rest. Her clit put boulders to shame, revealed and flicking, a lighter shade of purple coats surrounding it.

"What do you say? Do you want to explore your sister as you've desired all this time?" Twilight cooed the words with a giggle brimming with authority. What exactly was she implying. Did she crave something more from out of this? "Those days as fillies and colts and our bodies were close. We can be like that again. You can go inside all the places you're not allowed."

Twilight's forelegs snaked underneath her hinds, coming to press on the sides of her pussy, inching it apart. The pouch beneath the clit opened like an abyss, deep and fleshy and tight, seeming warm, calling him home.

"All it takes is a single step, dear brother." Twilight moaned as she pushed her hips out more, bringing her crotch directly beneath him. The hole into the world inside her was now fully exposed, opening though winking, asking for him to make that final plunge. "My pussy wants you. It craves you so desperately. Out of all the nameless faces my body has taken in to protect—it desires you the most to be inside of it."

Her head whipped around in rolls fuelled by her moans. "To know my bigger brother is safely tucked away in the depths of my pussy. N-No! I want you deeper than that. To be all the way inside, truly inside. Where you can never escape and always be safe in the innermost part of me."

She licked her lips and allowed her mass to crash back. Houses and statues and buildings were crushed beneath the collapsing expanse of her back, the shape of her barrel impressing into the land, carving feet into the grounding of crystal. Her hooves continued to work at her pussy, showing it fully to him, needing for his tiny body to disappear beyond her giant folds.

"Jump in," Twilight whispered as she touched herself. "My pussy will catch you. It'll keep you safe. We'll always be together. You'll always be inside of me, my most personal and sensitive of places. Come inside your sister's pussy, Shining." She licked her lips and opened her maw. "Fall inside of me."

Shining wasn't sure what had claimed him. Only that his hoof dangled over the edge of the ground, above the field of pussy below, the slit wider than a cave, hoping to take him into the depths of his sister's body. There was something about the way how she was pinned up, flat against the ground, legs wide and gigantic body warning for him, every touch and stoke, all the good feeling surging through that landscape of mare all because of the idea of him entering his sister's pussy and never leaving.

And never leaving.

Shining had always wanted to be closer to his sister.

And falling inside her crotch seemed very appealing.

"S-Shiny!"

The voice belonged to a mare, another, one behind him. Something soft and pink wrapped around his throat, pulling him back, keeping on doing so despite being removed from the ledge. There was a scent in the air. The richest perfume of musk inhaled in his life.

And he almost went sprinting, jumping and diving, entering the landscape of pussy presented and opened for him, entering his sister's groin for good. But he kept to himself. Even as he walked, his cock throbbed and clapped against his inner-thighs. Another scant burned his snout. Musk. Lighter and sweeter and coming from the rear ahead.

Making it inside of the room as the giant pleasured herself outside, the two panted, searching for words, the right ones to break this sudden curse. But lust was on their mind. Seeing a giant mare touch herself, bound in the dirty connotation of a titanic sister wanting her tiny brother lodged deeply into the tunnel of her pussy... both of them couldn't think straight.

Not when Twilight's musk had replaced oxygen.

They were thrown at each other as the hope for words faded into despair. Sensing this their final moment, their muzzled locked together, lips devouring the other, tongue searching, finding, and fighting the other. Their hooves raced over the other's body, taking every spot, covering each inch, both worried as if memory would be the reminder of the other.

Cadance didn't bother with the bed. Throwing herself down and onto the floor, her legs spread for him, a vulva a lighter shade of pink. Juicy and faintly wet, Shining lowered himself upon it, plunging his muzzle against hers again. His cock probed around her crotch, sinking into softness to their jointed moans. That was until his tip found her slit, nestling so, preparing to shove himself inside.

"Hmm? Now ain't that cute? Didn't want to leave your marefriend by coming inside of me." Twilight's muzzle loomed by the window again, and her expression wasn't pissed. It was amused, cheeks flushed and breaths steaming the glass. "You two are fucking due to the scent of my pussy, right? Can't help but feel even more powerful about that fact. But as adorable as it is watching you do ravage each other in the tiny room inside a tiny tower..."

Twilight had set herself up, the ground and world, shaking from her movements, an empire nearly unable to handle her rising. She partly stood, her thighs coming to lift the mass of her body—just enough to bring her crotch level with the window.

Both lovers were faintly aware of the massive pussy mounted against the glass. Strands of pubic mane were draped across its sides, the plushness of the folds squishing into the building. From around came groans from the tower. Somewhere around its girth, thighs clenched around it, the meaty softness gushing over the establishment. Twilight had locked the tower between her legs, clamped by the thickness of her thighs, leaving her pussy at level with their room.

All of this, of course, meant one thing.

By the time Shining had shoved himself inside of Cadance, the length and girth of his cock squeezed into her tightening depths, the pussy at the window flicked back until flying forward, slamming and quaking the side of the building. Windows cracked and splattered on the ground; the door was blown from its hinges.

Only a gap remained of its place. Every thrust of the wide hips sent webs through the wall of the room, a familiar theme, no doubt, creeping across the tower. Twilight's ballooned flanks wobbled like mountains behind her. Far malleable and jiggly than real ones.

"Mmhmhm! D-Doesn't this take you back to old times?" Twilight's voice came from the walls, muffled and surging from everywhere. Between her speech was the dull thud of her thrust, the shaking of the building. She was humping the tower like it was nothing, the mass of her pussy nearing the couple fucking before it. "You and her making love. Me in the next room, humping a pillow because there wasn't anything better around. Listening to you two, feeling so left out... finding a distant way to join in."

Finally the walls burst into after a harder hump from the voluminous hips. Both ponies gazed to the side as they rode each other, seeing the wall demolished, only the crotch now a playground looming before it. They couldn't hope to capture its mass within their vision. Their heads tilted up to catch the peak of the slit.

"But things are going to be different this time, won't it? Especially with this giant pussy looking to devour you both." The crotch flicked in place, nailing nothing, but seeming pleased in its movements. From above, snaked down a hoof, rolling over the capping clit. "You two are going to keep having love from deep inside of me. All while I'm touching myself, knowing you two are trapped within my cunt."

The floor cracked.

Shining Armor couldn't help burying himself into his wife's snatch, wrapping his forelegs around her. Their bodies were sliding down—as was their furniture—and he couldn't help but gaze over the edge of the slanted floor.

All he could see was Twilight's pussy. Her vulva rose like a velvet wall unable to be seen over, extending out as he slid in further. Soon he couldn't see anything outside of it. Only the massive hoof coming from the left, spreading the pussy again, revealing the opening hole threatening to swallow them whole.

"That's right." She must have been looking down, angling her crotch so perfectly with them, allowing to see, ever so faintly, the underside of the cheeks from gap in-between her thighs. She without further regard, she thrust upward, hips crashing through the floor, knowing she'd capture her target. "Be devoured inside my cunt!"

Shining and Cadance didn't see anything beyond the spanning hips of the gigantic mare, not as it thrust toward them, demolishing flooring until reaching them, swallowing the patch they'd been on. The thickness of the lips passed behind as they fell into the opening beneath the clit, the hole opening enough as everything pelted inward.

Cabinets and beds and chairs. Chunks of floor and pieces of the wall. These were the things pouring inside the tightness that was Twilight Sparkle, landing on the grounds of her fleshy flooring. Soft and warm and squishy, it undulated all around, unconsciously or not, shifting the lands to bring its products deeper inside of her body.

Shining didn't know when the falling had stopped, only he was still, somehow, deep inside the snatch of his sister. Lying on his front, wetness splashed over his chin. Sticky though warm, he lifted his muzzle, even if only a little, weakly glancing over his back.

There was a bright light coming from the end of the tunnel. It blinded him for a few seconds. The dimness of the cave more pleasant. If he squinted, he could make out the towering slit of the pussy spawned around him. The walls flexed and relaxed and flexed again, following a rhythm the beating of a great and distant heartbeat. Safe and peaceful, the mood inside the cavernous pussy was sinister in how he wished to lay claim here for the rest of his life.

Cadance was to the right of him. Laid on her side and mane frizzed and dampened by clumps of his sister's juices. She looked at him as if gazing from a distant place. Looking happy, she lifted herself slowly. Enough to drape herself over his body, urging onto his back, allowing her thighs to slide over his sides. She shifted back, weakly, until feeling mast of his cock press into the crack of her ass.

She lifted with what strength remained, feeling his cock on her slit again—dropping. Her head threw back and a cry billowed out from her throat. Cadance rode him. Rocking her hips forward and back. The working of the pussy around them fuelled the lust of their love.

All around them was Twilight Sparkle. They were inside his little sister's privates, wedged so deeply inside as to have the outside world barely seen. White brightness still leaked inside, its faintest touch reaching feet before their bodies. Looking to the side of the mare riding him, the stallion could barely see the tower through the slit, the room they were in now pulling away, all while their center of gravity started to change.

They slid inward without worry. Both of them felt Twilight Sparkle lying on her back, laughing with the amusement of her family lost inside her cunt. True to her word, heavy breathing sounded from elsewhere in the body. It was different from hearing it on the inside, the lungs, inflating, putting hot-air balloons to shame.

Nothing could be seen of the world now, only a faint view of the sky, one eclipsed from the hovering of a hoof. It stayed like that for a few seconds, that was until plunging onto the lips, stroking and caressing them. Twilight Sparkle was masturbating and used their empire as a bed—with the prince and princess deeply inside of her, lost on her personal scent, washing them in the product of her efforts.

Until Twilight flicked her hips.

Shining and Cadance were thrown into the air as the ground lurched, their bodies landing on a protrusion on the back of the tunnel. Round and velvet and the most personal of flesh. The tightened tightness of Twilight's cervix. It was the final gate to the deepest most part of her.

And they'd been caught in its center, on the hole opening, not even to inches but, for them, it was enough to be snagged. It munched on their bodies, gently flattening over their frame, suckling them inward. They continued to fuck as the cervix tasted them, its flesh rubbing and rolling over them, a pin at times to their bodies, allowing their thrusts to be harder and tighter.

Both of them were in the halfway point now as they kissed again, not daring to tempt fate, finding themselves okay—on the drunkenness of musk able to fog cities—in transitions of their lives. Twilight was about to swallow them into her womb, now spacious enough to hold a park within her, set to grow more.

They gazed outward to the slit as if it would be their final, and perhaps that would be true, set to eternally fuck inside the innermost parts of the gigantic sister. What they saw were hints of the plushness of thighs, larger than barrels and supplement in thickness, clasping to the sides of their once tower. Its tapered tip aimed at them then, a great structure, utterly reduced, into a horny mare's dildo.

Twilight dropped onto the mast as it slid into the clenching tightness of her pussy, the spacious tunnel filled from the pillar, taking all that space the walls of her cunt craved to have occupied. But even the greatest materiel was nothing compared to the girl clenching her cunt. Twilight's inner-walls clamped on the structure, needing that hardness. Fissures cracked across its length as parts crumbled from the first impact.

The giant rose from the spire, that was until, dropping on it again. Up and down to the bounces of her ass and the filling of her cunt, crushing the structure with her walls, capturing more of it inside herself. The couple had been forced in by the drops and impact, lodged into the spacious womb where they continued to make love, flesh and blood and the livings of a mare all around them, everything fuelling their passion.

Nothing of the outside world reached them. Only the beating of a heart and the breathing of the giant. They were encased in so much flesh as the only world existing to them now was Twilight Sparkle. Cadance's horn charged blue as her eyes kept close, lost to love, the power of an alicorn submitting to the mass around her.

And Twilight grew because of it, far bigger than the empire itself, dropping a final time as her pussy spasmed in release. She shoved the entirety of the building inside her pussy, completely destroying it with an orgasm. Her butt covered a quarter of the land, the flattening her thighs doing the same, the leaking of her pussy releasing a current of juices across the empire, returning bits of its tower.

But it's prince and princess would keep with the giant, buried far beneath her tummy, unable to escape her pussy, should they ever leave their trappings. Two princesses offered their powers from inside the queen. With that power, another hoof dipped to her clit, stroking herself again.

One to stroke the pussy contained her brother and sister inside of it.

One to rub her belly, where the princess she loved, had long remained.

Author's Note

One chapter left, gang, until we're done.