"And that's how Diamond Tiara ended the worst financial crisis in Equestrian history and laid down the groundwork for the more transparent and fair base regulations on brokerage still in use on Equus today. Any questions?"

Twilight stood at the front of a cozy classroom, the rows of desks, educational posters, and couple of houseplants, providing an air of nostalgia, even if the rest of the space was anything but. Students sat in their comfortable, ergonomic chairs, placed behind mobile morph-desks, for tactile learning. This group of twenty students was at the tender age where they were discovering their talents and finding their place. Some had listened to her latest lecture with the wonder of the bright-eyed, but others who'd already found their Marks had barely paid attention, dozing, no longer seeing the point of further learning on the subject. And that was okay, so long as they weren't disruptive.

A filly with yellow-green pigtails raised her hand, and Twilight called on her. "Yes, Mangosteen?"

"Captain Twilight—"

"Remember, it's Ms. Twilight when you're in class," she interjected, patiently.

"Ms. Twilight, why did you let the, uh, interest rates get that bad in the first place?" she asked, with a refreshing lack of tact.

Twilight maintained her soft smile. "Well, Mangosteen, even super smart ponies don't know everything. I was never the best at managing money beyond what got spent where. It took a pony with experience in that area to solve the problem. Like how you and High Winds worked on different parts of your last group project."

Mangosteen's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh, really? I get it!" Then, her muzzle scrunched up cutely. "Still, are suuure you weren't just too busy?"

"That's very flattering, but no," Twilight chuckled. "I honestly didn't know how to fix the problem. That's why having lots of friends is so important!"

Before Twilight could call on another student, the soft chime of a synthesized bell snapped all the children to attention. As if a switch had been flipped, her precious students quickly packed their things and ran out of the classroom, the children just as excited to return to their play as they had been to learn about ancient history. Well, okay, most of them weren't that excited to learn what happened long before they were born, but for the few that were, Twilight would be there. And she wouldn't have it any other way. More so than Thanksgiving, teaching had always been a delight. Watching ponies grow up and become their best selves was truly fulfilling for her soul in the same way that holiday had become for her body over the years.

The Sundancer was now over halfway to her destination, guided in part by the parents of the very same students she just released from her care back into the ship. She smiled softly, her thoughts turning to those ponies, many of whom she was close to, as she collected her own supplies. Twilight was the only pony on board who still took notes using a pen and paper, as opposed to the far more common tablet computers.

Like a bolt from the blue, her musings were shattered by the sudden blaring of a klaxon from all around, lines of red emergency light beginning to strobe underhoof. She instantly recognized it as the Grave Peril system; never before used! What could have happened to warrant directing all on the Sundancer to return to their homes and seal the exits? Twisting midstep, Twilight's grin faded instantly to a stunned line, her brows rising. She made for the e-board, quickly and expertly keying the device off of presentation mode and pinging a direct line to the bridge. On the other end, her call was answered faster than usual, the image appearing with a flash.

"Captain Twilight!" her current co-captain, Blue Yonder, exclaimed. Twilight had never seen the mare so clearly panicked before: not a good sign. "I was just about to call you!"

"What's going on, Blue?" Twilight asked, maintaining her composure.

For a moment, Blue Yonder hesitated, her breath hitching with fear. "W-We've been boarded!"

These three simple words struck Twilight with the force of a hammer, her mind reeling before resuming to churn a mile a minute. This had numerous startling implications. Namely, that aliens did, in fact, not only exist, but were also capable of space travel. Moreover, they could either access hyperspace themselves or pull the Sundancer back to realspace via arcane means. Twilight had figured the existence of aliens to be a very real possibility, so the part that truly got to her was the fact they were behaving like brutes at the same time, invading her ship without so much as an attempt at communication. This, she would not abide.

"Show me," Twilight commanded, her gaze hard.

With frantic motions, Blue Yonder backed away. "Transfer the feeds for the affected zones, and the exterior hull!" she shouted at an ensign. He, and all the others on the bridge, looked just as terrified as Blue did. And as the first images came through to Twilight, her face paled in dread understanding.

On the multi-storied promenade, amidst the storefronts, creatures rampaged. They were pony sized, but that was where the similarities ended. Their bulbous, mottled torsos were almost entirely occupied by a single, toothless maw, one which seemingly opened into an unnatural, endless void. Eyestalks extended above their heads. Each had four long arms stretching in front of them, capped in sticky-looking bulbs. Stubby but powerful legs carried them in bursts on motion. The aliens were everywhere, fanning out in an uncoordinated frenzy. They leapt from the railings to crash onto levels below, climbed up the walls, and smashed through acrylic windows, screens flickering with static. And their targets were ponies, screaming in terror as they fled.

Those pegasi not petrified at the sights before them could escape to the air, but others were not so lucky. Twilight could only watch as a mare tripped over herself trying to escape from one of the creatures, only to scream as it nabbed her with its arms, then threw her into its mouth headfirst without hesitation, where she vanished, eaten in a single bite. Her AI-steered shopping basket hovered motionlessly as the thing returned to its hunt, unsure who to follow. None caught by any of the aliens were spared. Even foals no older than three, desperately calling to their parents, were devoured.

Outside was no better. The Sundancer had, in fact, been dragged out of hyperspace, and numerous ovoid pods were embedded into her hull: dedicated boarding vessels. Floating before the stars was their source, another huge spacecraft. Inelegant, it looked cobbled together from spare plating with spit and tape, yet functioned nonetheless. Enough to bring senseless death and chaos back into pony lives.

Twilight would not, could not, allow this to continue. But rushing in without thought was a fool's choice. To save as many as she could, she needed help. "How many?" Twilight asked, resolute. "Are there any sectors clear?"

"I don't know! Too many, and probably not! They're pouring in from all over!" Blue exclaimed, out of her depth. Twilight didn't blame her.

It only took a second for her to issue her orders. "I'm authorizing full retaliatory force. Send guard battalion Alpha to Sector One. They must defend the engines and life support, or we'll have even bigger problems on our hooves. Battalions Beta and Gamma are to join me in subduing the threats and escorting as many as we can to their homes."

"Y-Yes, captain!" Blue saluted.

Without ceremony, Twilight shut off the call, returning the board to its resting white, the alarms still ringing. For the first time since leaving Equus, she felt helpless. Every moment she'd just spent could have been in motion, potentially saving lives that were now lost forever. But she had her power, and she had the knowledge to best apply it. Now that the Sundancer was back in the base plane of existence, and moving at a much slower velocity, a familiar spell was once more open for Twilight to use.

Her horn brightening, Twilight vanished in a burst of magic. She winked back into existence in the air, wings spread, above one of the pathways to the housing blocks, ponies scrambling for safety behind closed doors below her. Aliens loped in hot pursuit, a dangerous fixation in their stalk-toted eyes. A few of her armored protectors, those that had already been in the area, were fighting valiantly, ignoring toppled machinery they could have been using as cover to draw the aliens' attention. They hurled or airdropped stun grenades that exploded into spheres of crackling yellow lightning, knocking out any caught in the blasts cold. But there were too many civilians to protect, and the encroaching horde too large.

At least, it had been, until Twilight arrived. With a wordless battle cry and a grim countenance, she dove into the fray, sending out crackling whips of magic that wrapped around one alien after another like arcane bolas, tripping them up. At the same time, gusts of wind from her wings staged their charge, buying time for the guards, their morale raised by her presence, to aim their electrical projectiles with shouts of determination. Careful to avoid hitting the fleeing ponies, Twilight stuck to single-target attacks, her aim honed from years of unfortunately necessary battle. As she did, valorous mares and stallions in uniform dashed in to carry the wounded to safety. But for every alien she encased in a shield bubble, dive-kicked into a daze with her strength, or yanked from the polished walls with her horn, two more seemed to replace them. Thankfully, fewer ponies were being consumed, as they got clear of the fighting or were rescued, but the hostile beasts still slipped through the cracks in their wide defensive line, and some of the guards themselves were becoming prey. Not to mention the other areas of the Sundancer.

Twilight breathed heavily with exertion as she zapped three aliens in a row with one beam, knocking them into eachother. She couldn't keep this up forever, and her stamina was beginning to wane, especially with her constant physical load on top of everything else. Separated from her best friends, even the potential resurgence of Harmony couldn't be tapped. At this rate, Twilight was beginning to fear the worst.

However, a sight out of place in the corner of her vision gave Twilight pause. One of the aliens had stopped moving within a storefront and had fallen to its knees, horror in its expression (assuming she was reading the unusual face correctly). From a second, much smaller mouth above the first, unnoticed by her until now, what could only be language emerged, the creature murmuring to itself.

Twilight was hesitant to extend an olive branch to a member of an invading, murderous force, but she was almost out of options, and if there was even a slim change of resolving things peacefully, she owed it to them to try. So, she stopped midflight, fluttering to a landing next to the despondent alien, and cast a translation spell. Its speech instantly resolved in her mind as a male's equish: "—have I done? What have I done?"

Twilight blinked in surprise, staring down at him as the melee raged on around them. "Hello there. You've stopped trying to eat my little ponies. And you... regret your actions?"

His eyestalks whipped to the side to face her, equally surprised. "I can understand you. I can—" Here, he paused for a long moment, realizing he'd been asked a question. "Yes, tall, foreign one. I of course regret my actions. Now that I am full, I can think properly again. Only now do I comprehend the extent of my - our - sickening mistake. I ate thinking beings, many of them. I am a murderer." He looked away in shame and pain. "I will not object if you choose to take vengeance upon me."

Twilight's head swam as she took in his words. "Your hunger was preventing you from thinking straight, controlling yourself? That's why you attacked us?"

He let out a croak of affirmation. "In my haze of gluttony, all I might comprehend was the presence of fresh food. I could not even recall my own name, which is Kulal. We Devourons can go for some time without eating, but the longer the absence, the more our intelligence fades and our instincts take over. In part because of this, our planet is doomed, drained almost completely of resources in our foolishness. Those who could left to find more. I never expected we'd find the likes of you, miss..."

"Twilight Sparkle. And I, we, are ponies," she explained to Kulal, almost automatically, as the problem-solving portion of her brain kicked into high gear. This cast the entire situation in a whole new light. She didn't need to capture these Devourons, keep the ponies away. She only needed to grab their attention and give them something else to eat. Or, as it so happened, something else to drink.

"Kulal, I can fix this, feed you all! Try and draw your brethren to me!" Twilight exclaimed.

An instant later, she'd teleported a few paces to the side, leaving her clothes behind to fall to the floor. Then, she bared her breasts, now acting as heaving instruments of salvation. This caused some of her guards to flinch in bafflement, but their broken stances were not to be capitalized on, as Twilight immediately yanked her nipples with magic, releasing gouts of milk in all directions. At the same time, Kulal shouted "Food, here! Food, here!"

Whether a result of Kulal's voice, or the sight and scent of rich, abundant nutrition, the Devourons nearby all stopped momentarily before abandoning their pony quarry and bounding towards Twilight. Tracing the bounty to its source, one latched onto her left, lowermost nipple with their main mouth, her breast too large to swallow. Instead, they began to suck, hard.

Twilight moaned as the nature-intended method of glandular simulation instantly made her quiver. Her creamy produce emptied into the Devouron, bursting not only from the tip of her nipple, but also the sides and base. She could feel the difference, and the release was enough to nearly make her forget the situation entirely, especially when other Devourons reached her, zealously nursing from her other boobs as they gripped onto her skin with their sticky arms.

Managing to distance herself from her body, metaphorically, Twilight turned to one of the nearby guards, a mare watching her with a stupefied expression, and gave new commands. "Call up the brass, tell them I want all the - ahn - emergency path lighting to converge on my position, Zone 38-J! And broadcast the security feed to - mmng - every viewsceen on the Sundancer!"

"Uh, yes, Captain," she replied, pulling out her communicator even as her eyes never left the sight of Twilight single-handedly quenching the flames within the desperate mob of aliens. Kulal was equally enraptured, truly awed.

The sated Devourons stepped away behind Twilight, making room for their kin to suckle at her bountiful bosom, each new mouth upon her triggering a fresh, involuntary exhalation. This was not how she'd expected first contact to go, what with her being subjected to such wonderful sensations immediately after a battle, but all things considered, it could have been far worse. Not everybody filled up with her milk looked as ashamed as Kulal had to start, but many were, and the rest were genuflecting in gratitude. Twilight tried to focus on them, and not the fact that thousands of ponies were likely watching her naked body heave as she lactated on their devices.

Meanwhile, the lights had been reconfigured, a dozen gleaming lines joining together where Twilight stood. Already, other Devourons - the intended audience - were dashing or climbing into the area. She sighed in relief at the sight, and at the ministrations of the extra-thirsty individual siphoning her boundless essence from her middle-right tit, a thick stream firing outwards and inwards.

As ponies and new friends alike collected themselves and regrouped a safe ways away by the sky-wall, Twilight kept nourishing the large supply of hungry mouths. Only her sheer, regal determination was enough to keep her knees from giving out with orgasm from the swimming pools worth of milk she was making.

Soon, though, the last few Devourons on the Sundancer had reached her from the stern, claiming their freely shared, hot meal, rivulets of excess dripping down their lips, as well as Twilight's breasts. So many were congregated that a good percentage of them had to occupy the walls; there simply wasn't room left on the floor near Twilight, a sea of bodies. When the last taker had been fed, they broke out into cheers, blessing Twilight for her mercy and kindness as her boobs were hidden once more. Now scanning the entire chamber, one face at a time, Twilight bore a satisfied smile. Another crisis averted, another society bonded.

"I can't believe you're leaving us, Twilight. I mean, I get why, but I just can't believe it," Flurry Heart uttered.

Standing opposite Flurry, Twilight was at the center of a massive impromptu farewell party, crewponies mingling with their captain and eachother over spirits, the mood bittersweet. Signs of damage still marred the large gathering hall, though they had been covered up with balloons and flowers. Much like Flurry Heart, who actually was showing less skin than she had in decades, having donned form-fitting yoga pants and a similar blouse.

Twilight sighed, kneeling slightly to pat the head of an approaching child she knew reassuringly. Twilight blinked as he leaned in, shedding tears into her leg. "It's something I have to do, Flurry Heart. Who I am. I can no more abandon the Devourons in their hour of need any more than you can put a pin in your escapades."

"And we cannot thank you enough for it, my princess."

That was Kulal, who dipped into a bow on her opposite side. She never did figure out who taught him to defer to her that, but supposed it didn't matter. Their own government had collapsed with their sanity, and the Devourons had unanimously agreed letting Twilight rule was the best call a few days ago. By this point, all but one of the boarding pods had returned to their ship, leaving only a few to accompany Twilight and assist in patching the Sundancer's hull. Soon, though, she would be out of Twilight's hands.

Speaking of... "Are you sure you'll be okay, Flurry, taking over for me?" Twilight asked, the small colt leaving, replaced by one of her engineers. After listening to the unicorn's goodbye and well-wishes, Twilight continued. "I've placed you in an unfair position where you don't really have a choice."

Flurry Heart just shrugged, sipping her martini. "It's cool, really. 'Bout time I took up some responsibility, follow your shining example. Finally have the chance to really earn my title, you know?"

Twilight did know, recalling when she could hardly believe her own status as an alicorn regent. "I understand."

After a long pause, Flurry pursed her full lips. "What I don't understand is why you aren't taking any other ponies with you," she added. "I've been listening, and it seems like a bunch of ponies want to come with you."

It was Kulal who answered, his eyestalks coiling in what Twilight recently learned was a sign of shame. "We are afraid of what we might do, Ms. Heart. Though Twilight provides, our more primal impulses still paint ponies as food. The risk of temptation on an empty stomach is too great. In addition, your presence would be a testament to our tarnished legacy, our lost dignity as a people."

"I guess that's fair," Flurry nodded. "I certainly wouldn't want the shortlist of stallions I couldn't get off hanging around my place on the regular!"

Twilight laughed, basking in good tidings as she turned to hug another pony waiting to speak with her.

From there, the party continued, well into the night. And when it was over, Twilight having said her own farewells, she stepped into the pod with dignity, grace, and a few tears of her own. She forged once more towards a new, noble goal. With more of a shimmer in her mane than usual, Twilight watched the stars go by through a circular window as the pilot steered them back into the hanger bay of the Final Hope, its mission now fulfilled.

Dear Spike/Celestia/Cadance/Luna,

As per usual, I've sent a copy of this letter to each of you. What is less usual is my current circumstances. Much has changed since I last wrote. For starters, we encountered a fellow spacefaring race, the Devourons! I've attached numerous pictures of them and other sights, plus plenty of informational articles, be sure to leaf though them. Though they approached the Sundancer with ill intentions, I was able to calm them down. They were in desperate straights, and their home planet is in far worse shape than ours, the lands and seas largely emptied of life. And, well, I couldn't in good conscience leave them to their fate, knowing I could guide them back into the light of harmony, especially after befriending thoughtful Kulal, kind Garnath, and others. They needed a provider, as well as a leader, and I had the skills and gifts be both. So, I decided to leave the Sundancer behind, placing her in the care of my excellent team alongside Flurry Heart. I have confidence that they'll be able to establish a flourishing new society with all I've taught them, even though I won't be there to see it.

I've since established myself as a fixture on the Devourons' world, Plane-Egg, for a few years now, having ridden there on their starship. It is wholly unlike Equus; only the Devourons themselves seem to have magic, a curious sort that compresses space inside their bodies. My arrival was met with open arms, and I've done much to re-nourish the earth and bring back their civilization from the brink. Billions had already perished in starvation, and much of their technological knowledge had been lost, but I was able to save millions of souls with my efforts and counsel. New cities have been built, and now that they don't have to scrounge for scraps or struggle to maintain order, they can pursue their passions in art and science again.

I sadly won't be able to leave to rejoin ponykind for a long while, as I'm kept quite busy running the planet, but I don't mind too much, as I can still keep in touch this way, and I'm by no means lonely or bored. I'm sure you have plenty of questions, but again, keep in mind it takes a few hundred years for our correspondence to travel, and that things will have advanced a lot here in that time. Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine.

That said, I hope you've been well on the home front. Enjoying the free time and/or work? Any new projects I should know about? How are Thorax and Discord doing? I could go on, but I trust you'll continue to keep me in the loop.

Your Friend,
Twilight Sparkle

Dear Flurry Heart,

You're getting this missive as a supplement to that last one, since I'm not comfortable sharing these dirty details with anypony else, yet they merit documenting. But WOW you are not going to believe this. So, obviously I'm still feeding everybody with my boobs, but in order to meet demand, I had to cast the breast expansion spell on myself a bunch more times. The effects were... pronounced. You know how for a while there each of my tits was about eight feet wide? Now they're more like eight miles. EACH. They reach up past the level of most clouds, even. Thankfully I still only have the six.

I'm essentially part of Plane-Egg's topography. According to my calculations, just ONE of my breasts weighs over a TRILLION TONS. Aside from being ludicrously massive, they're so stupidly productive now that they literally never stop lactating, even in my sleep, and my nipples are the source of six mighty waterfalls, which then formed wide rivers that wind across the landscape on their way to oceans. And that's without any extra stimulation or conscious effort on my part to increase the flow. Even lacking any, the sensation is overwhelming. Sometimes, I find myself identifying more as a ginormous pile of titflesh than a mare, but such days are rare.

Those cities I mentioned are situated right in the shadow of my nipples, so the Devourons can partake while my milk is fresh. There's also enough room on top of me for a settlement, and one was built in the middle of my valleys: Twilight's Cradle. I do my governing from there, though it's not as if I have any choice. Still, my friends have been extremely accommodating.

Honestly, though, you'd hate being in my position. The Devourons aren't attractive to me, nor I to them, so my sex life is now nonexistent, as opposed to light, which kind of sucks. Even if I wanted to masturbate, I can't, because if I ever actually came, the results would be catastrophic. Tsunamis of pressurized milk, more devastating than any volcanic event, would roar out of my breasts, shredding every building on the continent like tissue paper as millions of people drowned in the hundred foot tall floodwall of my fluids or ended up smashed against debris. There's no way I'm ever letting that happen, no matter how exquisite it might feel.

Anyway, enough about me. You've reached the new planet by now, right? How is it, and the colony? Are all the ponies adjusting well to groundside life? Please spare no details.

Your Friend,
Twilight Sparkle

Twilight,

Dang, girl, and I thought MY tits had gotten huge. At least I've long been used to getting milky, but just the one use of that spell had ballooned them out to fill half the reservoir room, so I couldn't actually leave, wedged between the floor and ceiling. I mean, yeah, the guys were coming to me anyway, so it wasn't a major problem, at least until the Sundancer touched down. Then I had to re-learn how to teleport. With what you were saying, I don't envy your position at all. But then again, we're very different ponies.

Still, I wish you could have seen the looks on all our ponies' faces as we entered the atmosphere and really saw their new home for the first time, probably would've appreciated it more than I did. Everypony was so proud to finally make it, fulfill the dreams of their ancestors. Well, their ancestors who weren't me, at least. The captain even named the planet after you; they're calling it Spark. There's no native life any larger than an amoeba, but the air is super clean, the waters are cool, and the sun is warm. It's like a hole in their hearts that hadn't known was there had been filled. While the farmers are busy tilling and planting, ol' Flurry is doing some plowing and life-seeding of her own, ha ha. I'm actually up to a thousand kids now, if you can believe that. Thank goodness for adoption and responsible stallions, am I right?

Back on topic, the Sundancer was disassembled, and the parts and stuff were used to build a city of the same name. There's way less pressure to deal with on solid ground, so I'm in high demand, which I'm not gonna complain about. And not just for the good time, though there's plenty in it for that. When I cum, it helps keep the crops alive, what with the soil being... not yet soil. I make it rain, as they say. Not as much as you do, apparently, but it's enough for the colts. I'm glad you're holding up, though. I might not show it, but I DO worry. I shouldn't have doubted.

Keep on doing your best to guide the way for the Devourons, like you did for me when I was young and stupid. And keep on pumping those nips, too, as much as they can handle! I'm sure you've probably thought of this already, but keep an eye on the sea level, do something to keep it from going up too much. Wouldn't wanna flood the planet slowly, either. Before that happens, I'll have to hop on another ship and come visit in the flesh. I bet the accommodations in Twilight's Cradle are, wait for it, VERY comfortable. Take care until then! You deserve future as bright as the rest of us!

Ever Busty and Fuckable,
Flurry Heart

<<< THE END >>>

Author's Note

For the record, those calculations of Twilight's weight near the end are accurate. Numbers are sexy. 🤖 For anyone who cares, the exact value I got was 1,169,011,260,144 imperial tons per breast, assuming the density I used was about correct (half fat, half water), and that her nipples do not add a significant volume.