Slowly Growing into Her Kingdom

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Her Kingdom

The world had become her own with all its little allures. Everything conquered or offered in surrender. There'd been none able to oppose her. Sitting out in the fields that spanned outside Canterlot, Twilight shifted, feeling more than a few trapped underneath her rump, ponies sinking into the squishiness of a flank.

It'd been her secret fantasy—not that she had to be so private about it anymore. Farmland looking like a seat that a titanic rump could rest into. She wiggled it, doughy chequing compressing than expanding to the shifting of weight. Until rolling back, in which their thickest portion flattened into a spread.

Buildings and houses and farms. No matter the material or the structure. Wood or concrete. Everything crushed underneath immense softness. The ponies down there would be alright. For as teasing and playful as she was—Twilight was still a somewhat caring goddess.

She would use her overpowering sexuality to command and do as she wished with her subjects. But it would never go as far as to kill or really harm. It was in that thought she looked down from her perch in the air. Down to the slenderness of the tummy that was round and soft to perfect proportion.

She stroked the silken strands, feeling pleasant even to her, the skin beneath, incredibly smooth. It was what was inside that tickled that itch at the back of the brain. The countless stuck her belly. Trapped in the deepest part of her. There'd be no escape for them.

Rather their world would always be the one inside of her.

But that would be for the best. Twilight closed her eyes and licked her lips as the breeze struck. It was much colder as it came just beneath the clouds. But heat rolled over her body like a sun just starting to develop. Soon she would become her own entity and she would be pleased with it. Taking all of her little subjects into herself.

For indeed she would become a world. That animistic desire to fill all space. Everything would be composed of her. How she would float in space with her barrel equally spanning forever. So many not even able to rise above the lavender forest there. Those who would be able to rise above it found it went on forever. Soon little civilizations would develop underneath her coat.

But Twilight shook her head. She couldn't have that. Her hoof rubbed circles over her stomach and she couldn't help but sway in place. That little shifting caused everyone inside to do the same. Already they were at the bottom of the sac. When she returned to all fours, Twilight's body would hang down like normal and, when it did, everyone would return to normal inside that belly.

Of course they had to deal with her walking and running and jumping and other such things. But they shouldn't have minded. If she was set to consume all space, then soon, the conscious part of her wouldn't be enough to take care of all those subjects. Unable to see them. She already sat on them with ease.

Even if they built cities on her frame, one turn or twist, and most of them, would go flying off. Catching them in her magic or anything like that would be next to impossible. There wasn't a means of being fully certain of everyone.

But that wasn't the case for those inside of her.

Twilight giggled to herself in feeling the beginning of tickles in the area below her belly. She was shameless enough to not care for others catching herself in a compromising state. Indeed the transition of character was funny even to her. Locking her door and always afraid if someone saw her doing anything sexual.

Coming to think, just a little bit, that if anyone were to catch someone like her in the act—they would be disgusted. But no longer was that the case as half the world worshipped her body more than her. How she teased it to everyone. When Princess Luna had laid the final assault on Twilight, that rebellion, quite frankly, had been won by her rump alone.

In devouring Cadance and Shining with her pussy, both of them now trapped deep inside her womb, their essence, the power and potential they possessed, now, transitioned to their host. She doubled in size and only had to appear on the battlefield to win. Waves of guards stacked and back, all crushed, underneath a monolithic ass.

Twilight closed her eyes and replayed the memory. Something she could enjoy in spreading her legs away. Her thighs bounced a bit, so thick as to wobble a little in the slightest of movement. Already she was leaned back, weighing heavy on her ass, the miles to her cunt, its slit already apart, the boulder of a clit peeking from its base.

That army had been crushed beneath her rump as she sat on them. Armor and spears and magic and weapons and carts irrelevant underneath two cheeks of softness. Ground into them to a bounce and a wiggle to subdue all into submission. Hoof swiping in afterward to dig the crew into the crack of her rump and others to deposit inside the depths of her pussy.

Indeed that had been the pleasing part. Laying on her back on that stormy night. Everything dark except for the hue of purpleness. Twilight kept casting the spell and growing ever larger. Ponies bound in chains with the whole of the army assembled on the plane of her belly. Her titanic head watched from above as the dots walked across the slope of her groin. All they could see was the width of staggering pussy to the folds parted for them.

And they were forced to walk the plank and plunge inside as the massive cunt would come to house them all like some kind of gulag. Twilight had batted her forelegs into the ground at the arousal of pelting bodies raining inside of her pussy.

It kept that way throughout the world. Everyone always with her without even feeling their weight. The stroll across oceans splashing at her fetlocks as those inside were rocked about. Twilight became like a ship to them. In reaching a new area, Twilight would state her control of a zone and, in plopping down, would spread her legs.

Soon the entire world would end up inside of her, through one means or another but, there wasn't any rush to get in yet. Most at seeing the massive and skyscraper pussy couldn't help but be pulled toward it. It was like the safety promised from a vault—only one they would never come outside of again.

Many went inside that way, and others, strangely enough, waited for the goddess to lay the underside of her muzzle on the sand. There her tongue would shoot out onto warmed stone where the masses had gathered. Each gazed up and across it. To the lip above, round and rolling, to the massive teeth behind it.

Most clambered on top onto the tongue. Struggling to walk across the fleshy road as the steepness it was invested in only ascended. They walked forward, enduring the sweeps of the giantess's exhales. Most huddled together as, when they neared the mouth, they could feel the eyes of the mare, so high above, setting on them.

Watching with amusement as they walked inside her maw. That cavern of femininity where the religious act of being swallowed was about to take place. Once all had been inside, the tongue would retract, lips closing as the muzzle rose, revealing, to those below, the fates of those inside.

Indeed, even in sitting up her height tripled the surrounding pyramids. Her muzzle would start to tilt upward as her eyes closed to commence the act. She would press a hoof to her throat, a second later, coming to swallow, guiding the lump appearing in her throat with a sole. Little rubs as it tugged downward, thinning until disappearing, lost behind her collarbone.

Twilight would then look down with the underside of her barrel exposed. Looking down at the little weight of the mass coming to settle in her tummy. She licked her lips and moaned. Rocking herself left and right to place her belly into a little dance. One of her hooves would set down on it, rubbing it lovingly, to all the nominal pressures inside that would cause her to expand even more.

Something snapped her from that dream. Twilight blinked back into the present to find her back digging into a mountain. Casting a glance over her shoulder, it was Canterlot, its remains, looming beneath her gaze. Its dome seemed like something that belonged inside a crystal ball. Crushed buildings and destroyed grounding. It was massive in comparison to everything else there was.

But still.

Twilight huffed.

Never believing herself to be small even in her stompy and destructive fun of Canterlot. Grinning and allowing herself to recline fully, she did so, her shoulders crushing into the plate once housing the city. Ground into dust as the rest of the mountain was carved into to fit the form of her back.

Twilight exhaled in joy in the feeling of carving a mountain with ease. Already she spread her legs and drew circles with a hoof over her groin. There'd been fumbling inside of there. Twilight closed her eyes and tilted her muzzle up in utter joy. She'd been right. So so right to leave Shining and Cadance in charge of her womb.

For it was inside of there that a lucky bunch had been squeezed inside. At first it had only been Shining and Cadance. Something about being in the deepest part of their little sister's massive pussy had caused them to fuck non-stop. Always going at it no matter the time of the day. Their constant fucking inside of her womb caused Twilight to be more sexually expressive out in the world. Only those that could match the little lovebirds would be accepted into that biome.

Indeed her body adjusted to that, only accepting ponies to the place where they belonged most, and all those inside her womb, now, did nothing but fuck. Mares and stallions. Mares on mares and stallions on stallions and every kind of sexuality possible. Group orgies to everyone with one partner. Lovemaking kept alive in there. So much sex inside of a goddess that would hardly notice it. Trapped inside her womb, in the deepest part of her body, unable to escape, but always warm, pleased, by such a place.

Twilight laughed playfully to herself rolling in place, coming to kick out her legs, feeling them pop deliciously, in not having teased herself in some time. With thighs spread, ballooned flanks flattened a little, she tended a hoof to her nethers.

...until hearing a squeak of a voice.

Twilight arched forward while keeping her crotch down, seeing over her bulging vulva, to which was stuck below. It was the divot of dough, created by her pressing cheeks, where those little echos rang out. In prying it with the edge of a hoof, though, she came to smile at the discovery.

"Well well well." Twilight grinned and possessed a face of amusement. Redness flushed her cheeks and her pussy squirted a heavy helping of juices. So much power for a mare. Some of that love dribbling onto the outward curve of her flanks—drenching the one magically infused to their sides. "If it isn't Luna! I thought I said not to make any sounds until you came to a decision."

Twilight resumed stroking her clit, allowing more of a current to dribble out from her cunt, dousing further to the mare pinned to the inside of her cheek. In defeating the former princess, she had stuffed her deeply into the crack of her rump, caught by the tight walls, held prisoner as they twisted and turned and their bubbly shape ground into the other. "So tell me. Have you had time to reflect? Will you finally submit to me and be done with this?"

Down at the flank pulled out by the hoof, the princess's tiny body, an inch out from the recess of the crack, shook her head of the collected juices. It'd been an unknown time since she'd been traced inside the dusky divot of the massive booty. Thankfully, in Twilight's ascension, most bodily functions had ceased.

But still Luna held to anger in being shoved in the butt of a previous student.

"The other two have already surrendered themselves into me." Twilight continued working at her pussy and stopping at times to bring that same hoof down to the prisoner, sinking the softest center of her sole into Luna, ensuring nothing but hot and wet musk became slick into her system. "Celestia took a bit but, in seeing all her former subjects coming to occupy the same space as her... came to submit."

She laughed in drawing circles over Luna, which caused the cheek to follow in the motion, wobbling. "I imagine she's still a ruler and acting to her previous capacity. Maybe they even have buildings and the like inside of there. Being inside of me should sustain them with everything they need. But maybe the world is going on like normal, except, y'know, only inside of me."

Twilight moaned all that. "So much going on within me that I'm unaware of! I've sent Spike inside me a few times. Down my throat and deep into my cunt to report on how things are going along. He never wants to leave me. But soon he's going to have to choose between my belly and my pussy. Or maybe I'll find a special spot for him after all. Who knows?"

Twilight stopped and pulled away her hoof to allow the prisoner to breathe for a moment. No matter how hard she panted, though, the air was more musk than it was oxygen. It would be insane for Luna not to want to crawl into that pussy's depths after being driven into such a state. "You could help your sister rule the expanse of my stomach. Cadance gave in the very next day. Surrendered her power to make my womb where everyone loves non-stop. Maybe that's what you crave? To fuck and be fucked non-stop?"

Luna continued to pant, though, unable to wipe her face. Everything about her was plastered to the cheek and, as soon as that hoof pulled away, she would be stuck inside that crevice forever again. But even now her head shook. Despite the hotness developing in her crotch. Never could she give herself up. "Kill me, Sparkle, for I'll never submit."

Twilight's lip lifted into a smirk at that. "In a way, Luna, I was kinda hoping you would say that."

Luna had been expecting the hoof to fly and for herself to be submerged in the range of booty for all of eternity. Only that hadn't happened. Instead of being tucked into the mile-long crevice, instead, her body was peeled from the creamy purple.

Magic consumed her and pulled her away.

In the distance was the magnitude of the goddess unable to fit within view no matter how far the distance. Her back consumed Luna's gaze as everything else sprawled out of sight. Twilight had stood up to the rumbling of the world. Turning and pressing her chest into the mountain that once held Canterlot.

Within seconds, however, Luna was floating before the fantastic scale of Twilight's backside. Enough to seek the fullness of the flanks, their centers, and how they pushed out. That curve that led them inward to the warmed cleft created in softness. It seemed milky in a way with how easily the flesh jiggled.

Magic appeared inside the divot, tremendous amounts that, to the giantess, must have appeared like nothing at all. Indeed the dam of those cheeks parted to reveal the interior of what laid deeply between them. That dock of her tail, soft flesh developing into mane, which shot out like a rainbow.

And below that, a view somehow cute, the massive and protruding pucker of Twilight. It had ceased to be used ever since the start in using that spell. Now it would serve a different purpose. One that made Luna's heart thunder in her chest in realizing what was about to happen next.

Especially when, off in the distance, the dome of Twilight's head, turning to look across the side of her barrel, locked her monolithic eyes onto the floating speck. A grin needed to let the tiny know how much she dominated her.

"You were on the moon for over a thousand years as punishment for what you had done." Twilight laughed and moaned in the feeling of having her sensitive cheeks so vastly spread. She couldn't help but flick up and down on her back legs, the cheeks smacking up and down, the ripples contained within the magic. "Maybe I'll use my rump for the same purpose. Those that I need inside of me but who refuse to submit to me. You'll be the first to make use of this place for quite some time."

Twilight smacked her ass for the effect, as the lilac domes shook around to a teasing that was pleasing. "And who knows? Maybe you'll be the only one to refuse me. You'll be spending a lot more than a thousand years inside my butt, Luna. Hopefully you'll like these moons a little bit more. Softer and warmer than the real thing."

She then giggled to herself in floating the tiny mare inside the valley of her backside. "But, then again, you won't be seeing much of them from deep inside my ass—will you?"

There'd been no other words or struggles, the mare inside the magic floating peacefully between the cheeks, disappearing from view, no doubt unable to see beyond the sides of the sloped and rising walls of those cheeks. Brought into an entrance no longer used, but now, finding a different purpose.

As Luna was floated into the depths of Twilight's derriere.

Indeed her large head watched the act even in being denied a proper view. Tail flogged to the sky and a sway to those mighty hips in teasing her hindquarters to such a treat. Once it was done, she felt herself seal back there, tail lowering, the mare returning to her usual form.

It had been a little too much as her lips were licked and a tingle shot out from her booty. A charge to make it swell as its size started to balloon. Again and again, she shook her ass, feeling one cheek bounce into the other, a massive smack, a jostle in that direction, before swaying back.

There'd been wetness developing in her nethers. The thickness of her vulva burning at the skin. Heat spread up through its furs as those deep inside her pussy seemed to be teasing in the deepest recess that they occupied. Twilight was already hugging the peak of the mountain, which cracked under the strain of her plush chest—but it would hold for a little bit longer.

Twilight's eyes sealed tight as she dropped the massiveness of her rump onto the ground, casting out shock waves through the earth, tearing through a nearby forest, batches of trees, sliced by tremors and winds, collapsing into each other.

She backed her heavy cunt into the smoothness of the stone of the mountain. Its little ridges and protrusions were nothing in comparison to the immensity of her softness. Her clit outmatched the boulders across it, crushing them, in size and contact alone, into dust.

"Mmhmm..." Twilight hugged the mountain tighter in grinding into its base, much like a pillow straddled when she was younger, only this childish affection seen by the world. Those in nearby towns and villages, looking out to the beyond, seeing the skyscraper mare, riding the surface of a mountain. "The world is starting to become too small for me. Just a horny little mare... a-and yet... this is starting not to do it for me."

If there'd been anyone left in Canterlot or the area surrounding it, then all they would see is darkness, now tinged in the hue of lavender. Titanic hips pulling away to reveal the majesty of a massive pussy. Its shape alone, barrelling toward them, crashing, to rippling tremors, and the quaking of pieces from the natural landmark.

Twilight started to thrust harder in needing the contact. Going faster, her juices spreading over it as the rises and drops of her frame rocked like an earthquake across the territory. Toyed with enough, she pulled back, swiping a hoof across the peak of the mountain.

The hoof sliced it like ice cream and sent it flying into the beyond. In its wake was a flatter and thicker top. It wasn't much, but, its length would suffice for more. Twilight enjoyed a few more rubs at the front before pulling back—and hovering up.

Her hooves stomped and sunk into the vast roundness of grass as though it were sand. She arched up high, those voluminous thighs rising over the mountain—a little jiggle as they did so. One of her hooves was already trained at the bottom of her pussy, teasing her clit as she adjusted her aim, the heft of her flanks hanging down and expanding out.

Once she felt the shadow of her cunt was placed over the peak, she grinned, at once descending, her lips, with the aid of magic, already spread. There was a wish to have Luna on top of that peak. To be so little on the flatness of it, seeing up to the underside of the goddess, to thighs that curved out of view and joined into the heaviness of the hovering crotch.

For mare juices to rain down from above, before the titanic pussy did the same, swallowing the peak, as well as its length, into itself. Indeed Twilight had dropped and rocked back her heat to a tongue escaping in firing out. Pleasure finally rocked her in feeling the vast chasm of her pussy becoming filled by an object.

She'd cast a spell before coming down, forcing those inside, to the back of her cave, through the vault that, now, would accept them all. Cadance and Shining wouldn't mind a little bit more lovers for their fuck-fest. Maybe that would be their hiding place, when the big mare was in the mood to get off, needing the whole of her pussy, for obvious reasons, to be vacant.

Twilight dropped to the middle point of the mountain, shuddering across her frame, in feeling filled by it. Of course it could stand to be bigger. Bit thicker as to expand the tightness of her walls. But in the time gone without a toy—this would be enough to do the trick.

Her hips lifted from the peak while leaving its tip inside, the vast lips crashing down again, swallowing the greatness of the world's 'wonder.' Cracks broke across its shape and that which had been captured inside was being ground, smoothed and polished, by the softness of the crushing walls.

Her pussy suckled on the volume of the rock, crushing into it, a little, to the further release of juices. What crumbled away, underneath it, was a smoother stone. The mountain was being shaped to best serve the cunt that continuously and momentarily devoured it. It reached in deeper into the pinkness, in every drop and thrust, coming dangerously close to the plush protrusion of her cervix.

How did it look to them? Twilight's face contorted in pleasure and struggled to look down. But she did at the expanse of her towering barrel and the space beneath her belly. Those little ones tucked inside her womb. Raised and dropped to the hips that flanked them. How, if her cervix opened a little, they could see the magnitude of a mountain racing in.

Caught deeply inside a horny animal as she fucked freely as she pleased.

Twilight could feel herself coming to a close after that thought, the smoothness of stone racing up and down her walls, each clench of her cunt, crushing into it, filling that need for pressure even if it was for a moment. Her forelegs came to rest at the ground on the other side of the mountain, lowering her chest to the ground, rump out and up, finding herself coming down quickly to the speed of her release.

She blinked, though, with her forelegs tucked before her muzzle, to the town before her. It was one so small that she could hardly tell it from another. But the familiarity was there. The place that was once home and the same to her friends still probably there. Spike wouldn't be there right now. A plan came to mind that would heighten her delight.

Twilight charged her horn with that spell, the pleasure expanding through her, literally, as the mountain inside narrowed. Easily she became big enough for the town to become nothing more than a speck. She pushed out her lips, sucking air through them, a violent stream that surrounded the town.

Buildings and carts and statues and ponies and everything was caught inside the stream as they twirled with the current, its destination clear. Everything and everyone, multicoloured dots, flowing across her lips, into her maw, down her throat without having to swallow.

All those friends and neighbours and locations possessing fond memories, now, safe and sound, in the depths of her stomach. It was her goal to create the world inside her tummy. To become big enough that the walls of her belly would go unseen to those inside of it. All of them safely tucked inside their goddess.

Twilight's cunt ended up smashing through the mountain as its thickest piece was crushed and meshed and taken into the depths of her pussy. Sticking out her hips to the zone where Ponyville once belonged, she worked a hoof at her clit, chewing on what was inside, breaking greatness into nothing, by the second, until that spark of pleasure finally buzzed.

Twilight thrust forward and back to milk the greatness flooding through her. Fat flanks bouncing back and forth as her pussy ejected batches of a stream that could drown the waterfall of Canterlot. Those thick blotches struck the ground, at once filling the zone that was once the town, washing away its remains, as the mare continued pleasing her pussy.

Little flicks and rubs, to keep the orgasm going on, a filly inside the body of a goddess, enjoying herself. To think such adolescence usually hidden behind locked doors would now be exposed to all.

Soon the staggering mare started to fall back, the back of her barrel, crashing into the mountain, flattening it with ease. She laid back as though on a bed. Rubbing a hoof around her belly, the little pudge she had, laughing, imagining all the little ones inside.

Her eyes started to close as she rubbed, finally feeling full, and wanting to be the same herself, except in all the space to have ever existed. Her horn glowed and she grew again. Uncaring for what size she obtained. Only needing to become bigger, become more, for that itch at the back of the head to finally be scratched.

Every growth had been quicker and larger than the last, and soon, the mass of the world hardly possessed her. Sitting down swallowed mountain ranges without knowing as nations were set to fit the size of her hoof. There'd been a last call, of sorts, before the mare would be too big to be entered.

Even Spike was forced to make a choice of where to go, but due to her love for him, connected to him, magically, as the two could still hear each other. He'd decided to go inside her pussy, still wanting to please her, in a place designated only for him, a spot, now a mountain, he never stopped working at. Never enough to get her off, however, the effort always keeping her in a teasing feeling.

The time had come for her to kick off from the planet. Floating in space and casting the spell as home became nothing more than an orb. Twilight smiled at how her body would become better than that world could ever hope to be. It was stuck to be the same size regardless of how many it gained.

But that was not the case for her. Every time Twilight grew, so did the worlds inside her body did the same, her womb spanning that planet, her belly more than doubling it. Those inside of her may not even realize they existed inside of a goddess at this point. But, if she had to guess, there'd already been a few religions created for her.

She was a goddess after all. One who possessed the world she loved deeply inside of herself. And for now. Twilight was content. Happy to lie back and float, still charging her horn, growing evermore. All of space itself, empty and barren, no longer anymore, as she set to occupy it all.