Author's Note

I tend to take a lack of comments on my work as good sign, as that means your hands are otherwise occupied, but it would still be nice to get some feeback on how I'm handling the characters and setting every once in a while.

To Serve the Empire

- 10 Years Later -

Cozy Glow lounged atop her throne, basking in the sunlight as she waited for her loyal creatures to arrive. It wasn't the first time she'd done this. In fact, while she didn't keep too much of a schedule, Cozy had determined the necessity of setting time aside where she'd be in a specific place for delegating tasks and receiving reports. That place was the rebuilt and reinforced Canterlot Castle, now designed with the secondary role of supporting its owner's colossal mass.

Over the past decade, thanks to an assortment of morsels, she'd grown even more, and now measured a staggering four hundred feet high, rendering the castle the proper size for its empress to use as a chair, with the main entrance hall as the seat itself and the rest of the castle as a short backrest. She was as much a fixture of the skyline as the building itself, and ponies milled around below her like ants, being the right size for the analogy.

Her legs were loosly open at the moment, allowing any who looked up to ogle her divine marehood. Though she was in charge of them, they tended to do most of the watching in their relationship, many admiring Cozy's body as they went about their business, whether inside the castle walls by her feet or in the greater cityscape. Those entering her seat for the afternoon shift, in particular, were treated to the best view as they passed beneath the great archway of her limbs. It was a lot to get used to.

Still, Canterlot's inhabitants proved themselves to be rather adaptable, one of the many things she'd learned in her time so far as sovereign. The place was full of scholars who couldn't care less who was in charge or what manner of chaos ran rampant unless somepony tried to take their books. But Cozy appreciated the snobbish social climbers more, those willing to do anything to maintain their positions and lifestyles, including kissing the ground Cozy walked on.

The dreary, working class ponies of Canterlot, Manehattan, and elsewhere, meanwhile, found something to live for in Cozy. More than Celestia ever did, she acted drastically throughout Equestria on a regular basis, and a single gesture of subservience often prompted Cozy to answer their pleas in return, many of which were trivial tasks for one of her magical ability, or just entertaining. Make an unscrupulous con artist pay, for example? Sure, Cozy could devour his whole family in seconds and enjoy it too. Others didn't even need tangible benefits for serving her, and worshiped Empress Cozy Glow's glory because her beauty and power obviously warranted as much.

She couldn't spend too long relaxing atop the castle, however, as one of its towers, below her left shoulder, would soon play host to the aforementioned visitors. As the highest point of her throne, it was where those flightless creatures with business for her climbed to speak with Cozy.

The first creature to exit onto the tower's rooftop platform was a white earth pony stallion with a coral mane that matched Cozy's coat, as well as his own formal robes. A tall, sky blue mitre cap adorned his head, featuring Cozy's rook cutie mark. This was Svengallop, one of her most faithful and capable servants, whom she had awarded the prestigious rank of bishop. He bowed deeply before her, one hand to the side, as was customary for all who had accepted her divinity, before speaking in his slightly grating voice. "Your eminence, it is with the utmost reluctance that I bring you a dispute for review. Only the foolish could possibly misinterpret the guidance handed down to us by your grace, and I beg forgiveness for their ignorance."

Cozy cocked her head diagonally, her voluminous mane twirling dramatically in the air as she smirked. Always overdramatic, Svengallop. "I'll be the final judge of that, as I am with all things. Well?"

Svengallop straightened up, his lips curling into a disdainful sneer. "It is the artist's guild, my goddess. They claim that your ban on depictions of the heretical alicorns has gone on long enough, and should be rescinded. An 'undue limitation on emotional expression', one called it."

Blinking, Cozy Glow shifted slightly, the masonry scraping against itself with relieved strain as the titanic weight of her torso redistributed. "Seriously? Have they gotten tired of trying to ineffectually capture my glory in paint or clay already? Of composing ballads in my name? Hmm," she trailed off, mulling on a solution. How could she keep their muses directed properly - to her preferences - without stifling their creativity?

Cozy's eyes widened as a solution came to her. "You know what, how about this: I'll permit artworks including Twilight Sparkle and the others, but only if they're in a tragic or comedic light. A watercolor of a lamenting Celestia crying into a pond over her own folly would be fine, for example. However, anything implying they could succeed or are missed is still to be punished. Have your ponies from my church go over everything before it's made public."

"A most benevolent compromise, your eminence. Truly wise!" Svengallop confirmed. "I will send word of your new edict at once." After another bow, Svengallop backed away, fully retreating to carry out his task.

A scant moment later, two small shapes which had been hovering above Cozy's head so as not to interrupt - and thus anger - her dove forwards, landing at the tip of her muzzle. Switching gears, Cozy crossed her eyes to make out the two, who were male, teenaged dragons. "If it isn't Clump and Fume, all the way from the dragonlands. What do you have for me?"

Clump, the bulky brown one with the clubbed tail, answered. "Torch wanted to let you know that he misses your company, Empress. The big guy's got it bad," he added, uttering a belly laugh.

"Ah, yes," Cozy said, her voice shaking the pair, given where they were standing. She smiled, memories of past steamy encounters with Torch returning. "It has been a few months since I last paid him a visit, treated myself to that special taste."

At first, the current Dragonlord, Ember, didn't take kindly to Cozy usurping her equine friends. Then she'd met his father. Though a couple heads shorter than her, Torch was so far the only creature she'd met actually large enough to fuck Cozy Glow properly, and she'd been sure to take advantage of that. Since Torch's mate passed, he'd been dealing with the same dilemma. So, she'd rutted him into the next week, age difference be damned, his scalding cock painting her insides like nothing had before as the volcanic rocks were ground to sand beneath their frantic thrusting. Why, just thinking about it was beginning to get her hot and bothered.

This act had left all three of them, Cozy, Torch, and Ember, satisfied. Less so for Ember, but it was hard for her to argue as long as her dad, Cozy's daddy when the mood struck, stayed happy.

Still, one dragon would have sufficed for a missive that short. Or they could have sent a letter, but huge as Cozy was, she couldn't have read it. Why bother learning some kind of magnification spell when Cozy had preexisting messengers to read for her? That in mind... "Have you enjoyed your latest trip to my lands, boys?"

Fume, the skinny purple one with the head frill that drooped over his eyes replied this time, flashing a toothy smile. "You know it! Chasing mares around never gets old. Watching 'em cower and shriek is too funny." Catching himself, cowed by her looming gaze, he added "Er, you know, normal mares. The puny, frail kind, your majesty."

"Oh, of course. No offense taken, Fume. I am a cut above the rest," she quipped. "You're closer to a pony than I am, as a mortal. Affairs and preferences such as yours are understandable." Cozy did empathize with and allowed such roguish behavior, to an extent. Joy and terror were two sides of the same coin, not only for herself. However, the full on hunting of ponies was her sole prerogative as Empress.

It was a beautiful system she'd put in place with the dragons, as well as the griffons. Under the supervision of herself and her bishops, they acted as extortionists, taking gold and possessions from those who failed to align themselves with Cozy's whims. Not enough to put anypony in poverty, mind, but enough to make their lives harder, more stressful. Cozy Glow found the ever-present dread this inspired in the resentful masses to be almost as entertaining as the devotion of those who supported her, and thus saw no reason to stop. Now, Cozy got along with both those races as readily as her own. The loyalties of the dragons and griffons, too, belonged to her, as they got to keep all their spoils, more than the old princesses ever allowed. Moreover, they respected strength. And, well, none were her equal in that.

"Thanks, Cozy Glow," said Fume, bending down to kiss her nose at his claws. "You're the best."

"I know," Cozy confirmed. "Tell Torch I'll stop by in a few days, and not to jerk off until then. I want his cum dense."

"Will do. Have fun, Empress!" Clump exclaimed, used to lecherous dialogue from her, alongside basically every other dragon who remained in their home country. Her voice carried far, in Canterlot and elsewhere. Then, Clump took to the air once more on stubby wings. Fume followed his lead, leaving Cozy to her domain.

The next creature with business was a pony, exiting atop the tower again. Cozy's ears perked ten feet higher when she spied the middle-aged, pink mare, adorned with silver and pearls over her extravagant gown. Now even more excited, Cozy beamed. "Ah, Spoiled Rich! Is the giant crystal dildo I asked you to commission complete yet?"

"I'm afraid not, my empress. The diamond dog contractors have been... slacking," she said, her contempt towards the news clear. "Perhaps you might motivate them later? However, the matter of those lowlifes aside, I do come with good news: the latest crop of willing offerings is present and ready for you to copulate with and consume. In total, three attractive, inexperienced young adults from Ponyville."

Oh, that was fine too, Cozy thought, disappointment not having a chance to settle. Spoiled always vetted the best ponies for the most important job in the country: pleasuring her. However, this group came from Ponyville? That was unusual, as the town was one of the last major holdouts in Cozy's domain, the majority of its residents still resisting her rule. Spoiled herself, bless her noxious heart, was one of the exceptions, abandoning her family for her lavishly paid, prestigious role as Cozy's sexual needs manager. Cozy could have swept in and stomped the place flat whenever she wanted, of course, but conquering was one of her favorite pastimes, and she wanted to save it for later, much like the remaining southern continent she hadn't touched. Plus, Cozy thought they might come around, given enough time, once their lingering hopes sputtered out.

Besides, it wasn't like she was as bad as some other self-styled villains would have been once in charge. By all accounts, not much had changed for the average, obedient pony. Cozy hadn't cocooned or brainwashed the populace, and she left the laws physics fully intact most places. With her alicorn magic, she raised the sun and moon as per usual. In fact, shortly after taking over, Cozy Glow had even saved multiple cities and towns from newfound assault by herds of windigoes. They'd tasted like ice cream, and were equally filling.

Chilly weather itself had proved bothersome though, given Cozy's continued lack of shelter and sufficient clothing, both day and night, but a few orders to the weather factory solved that quickly. Winter being permanently abolished was a common complaint, but Cozy didn't care in the least about ponies who missed white Hearth's Warmings or liked sledding. They just had to deal with it, or go north to where wild snowfalls still occurred. Only what she wanted mattered.

Wait, what had she been thinking about? Ah, right, Spoiled was still waiting patiently for her response. Cozy returned to the present, nodding at her attendant and tabling her machinations for later. She had some sex to partake in! "Whoops, I got sidetracked, there. Anyway, send them out, Spoiled. I'm curious to see what they can do for me." Her anticipation building, Cozy sent Spoiled off with a grin and a wave of her hand, creating a gust of wind.

"At once, Empress." Spoiled nodded once and straightened her clothes before returning into the tower.

A few minutes later, three diminutive forms walking into view from beneath her skirt, stopping once they reached the designated position Spoiled had surely instructed them on. Lifting the entire stone slab of walkway where they stood in her magic, Cozy brought her fresh supplicants up to a couple of stories below her eye level. Slowly, so they had a chance to marvel at her splendor along the way. One of the ponies, a cyan mare with a wavy, periwinkle mane, actually clapped as she did this, though the others were preoccupied with the spectacle. Only one of the others was a stallion, which was rare. Usually Cozy got nothing but stallions.

"Before we begin, tell me about yourselves," Cozy said. "I like to get to know those chosen few who service and supplement me willingly while I have the chance. Apart from the obvious benefit of getting to sleep with me, why offer yourselves? It's the best decision you three in particular could have made, to protect your treasonous kin in Ponyville, but besides that."

"I'm Petunia Paleo, your majesty!" began the cyan mare from before. An earth pony, her figure was average, but fit, and she wore comfy cargo pants with her tee shirt. "I'm a paleontologist. That's somepony who studies fossils, in case you didn't know. I've always been fascinated by size, both as my kink and intellectually. Equestria was once dominated by giant predators in the ancient past, so, when you came to lead us, I thought it was only fitting."

"Of course," Cozy Glow replied. Somepony gets it. That she was bubbly and cute also added points in Cozy's book.

"I would have come to you a while ago, but I wanted to make my mark first, career wise," Petunia continued. "After discovering seven new species of dinosaur, and naming one after myself, I can safely say I can join with you free of regrets!"

"I'm looking forward to it," Cozy said, making Petunia's jaw drop by running a finger from the dome of the tower languidly through her inviting cleavage before resting her knuckles against her cheek. "Next?"

With some reluctance, the sole colt, a grey pegasus with a darker mane, spoke up. "Rumble. Oh, uh, Empress." He looked far less enthusiastic, which was unusual. Especially when he immediately dropped his pants. He wasn't eager to go, his dick still soft, but he did shift to reveal something else to Cozy: a blank flank. At his age, at least twenty, this was a small shock. "I still don't know what my place is, and it sucks. When I was kid, I didn't mind, but now... it's like my life doesn't have a point."

Glancing to his left, Rumble added "Petunia suggested I come with her. She's a close friend. Figured I might as well go out by her side. And if I'm gonna go out on my own terms, let it be in a way that might help everypony who cares for me stay safe."

Friendship. Cozy's smile fell slightly. That was the Ponyville Cozy remembered and loathed. She supposed that as he was here, though, she shouldn't hold it against him, and try to actually trade thrills, humor the poor soul. Cozy sighed. "Fine. If you manage to sate my current cravings, I'll see what I can do to take the pressure off Ponyville for a short while."

Rumble smiled, Petunia patting him on the back. "That's all I ask," he said.

The last of them was another earth mare, this girl pink with bright violet pigtails, long lashes, and a hefty rack. When Cozy shifted her eyes ever so slightly to train them on her, she cleared her throat. "Hi, Empress Cozy Glow. I go by Lily Longsocks, or Socks." She was even wearing stripy, knee-length socks under her basic, cotton skirt. "This is embarrassing to admit, but... truthfully, I just want to have sex with a mare."

Cozy Glow's brow rose Socks' body length at that. "How is that embarrassing? Even I'm not cruel enough to discriminate against somepony for their orientation, and I eat ponies."

Blushing, Socks looked away from Cozy, which required turning her whole body. "Well, that's, umm..." she quieted into a mumble, muttering something like 'she's the empress, you have to tell her' before continuing, albeit reluctantly. "The other girls I tried to sleep with... didn't leave my bed intact. In the heat of them moment, I kind of lose control of myself. Then bones get broken. That... tends to sour ponies."

At Cozy's continued disbelief, Rumble chimed in. "She's way stronger than she looks," he attested. "I've seen Socks pull a broken train into the station, all by herself."

"Really?" Cozy said, now wholly intrigued. "In that case, I'm glad you're here. Perhaps I'll actually be able to feel you."

"I-I'll try my best," Socks confirmed, her blush intensifying at the thought. "My heart wants to be with a mare, even just the once."

Cozy Glow smiled at her flustered expression. "A common desire. One I'll happily accommodate."

"Thank you, Empress," Socks replied, twirling one of her pigtails around a finger.

"Does that mean we can get started?" Petunia asked, pursing her lips. She rocked on the balls of her feet as her legs twitched. "'Cause I've been wetter than a monsoon ever since I got here."

"Eager, are we?" Cozy posed. "That does tend to happen to ripe young ponies in my presence." Teasing her a bit, Cozy levitated the platform closer to her plush, monumental mammaries, until they were just out of Petunia's reach. When she let out a pleading moan, Cozy smirked. "All, right, all right, I'm horny enough too. Let's fuck."

As Socks shivered from the sound of her breathy voice washing over her, Rumble barely reacted at all, possibly still depressed. That wouldn't do; Cozy needed him forceful, feral, if he was to bring her any tremulous bliss. She supposed she had to put on an especially erotic performance to egg him on. This was fine, taking the lead and consuming minds with a lustful daze was one of Cozy's many talents.

Keeping the platform in front of her chest, Cozy Glow rose from her castle-throne, her muzzle climbing hundreds of feet skyward. Petunia swooned at the elevated viewpoint, Cozy's viewpoint, as she strutted across the courtyard. The ponies in her path in her path were irrelevant, Cozy beelining for the great field which now acted as her bed, the space once having housed a stupid hedge maze.

Once she reached the center, Cozy lowered her offerings down, tipping the stone slab and dumping them onto the grass by her feet. By the time the three collected themselves, Cozy was staring down past her stupendous bust at her meal, her muzzle likely obscured from their sight. And what a sight it must have been: a titaness the size of a skyscraper, the toned, curving lines of her body rising vastly far above, her pussy shrouded in shadows like the maw of a cavern.

Rumble gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle, a pimple-sized bulge beginning to tent his pants. Petunia and Socks were similarly enraptured by Cozy's magnitude. However, they couldn't just stand there in awe all day. "Strip," Cozy ordered, her tone leaving no room for debate.

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Petunia declared, tearing the clothes from her body as if the stitched fabric was the entity which was going to devour her. Unashamed to be naked, connected with ponykind's primeval history, she presented her lean assets for Cozy's review with a pose. Rumble was a bit more reserved after he disrobed, but it wasn't as if the other mares his own size were paying him mind.

"I've never moved this fast in a relationship before," Lily Longsocks giggled softly. True to her name, she left on her socks, but peeled off everything else. Socks sighed as her ample breasts were freed from their foam and wire prison and fell gently into their wholesome, natural resting places, her girls not as perky as Cozy's. She kept her head craned back, focusing on the face of her empress turned lover.

In that moment, Cozy bore a sly glint in her eyes. With her hips cocked to the side, Cozy snapped her fingers, the sharp crack rending the air. Her armor vanished into her hammerspace, instantly sharing the full extent of herself. And what large borders they were, Cozy's skin and coat shining with the beginnings of a sheen of sweat as she basked in enough light to run a farm. "There we are," Cozy uttered seductively, cupping her boobs in her hands delicately as she fondled herself briefly. Well, delicately to her. She had probably used thousands of pounds of force.

"Lie down," Cozy instructed, driving the pace of the encounter. Petunia, Rumble, and Socks obeyed, essentially stargazing up at Cozy Glow as she hung above, an impending avalanche of pure sex. Petunia couldn't hold back any longer, and started rubbing at her dripping snatch, panting as she beheld - nay, idolized - true perfection. With a widening grin, Cozy flexed her wings, using them to knead her asscheeks as she spun, the ensuing sighs from her throat drowning out their breathless reactions completely. Though how could they be anything but positive?

It was time to really get started. As Cozy positioned her hips above the three of them, blocking out the sun with her peerless, voluptuous outline, Cozy gave Petunia, Socks, and Rumble just enough time to burn the holy view into their retinas. "I'd warn you to brace yourselves, but, well, I don't think it would help. 'Cause I'm about to smother all of you with my gigantic, royal ass!"

With that, Cozy Glow slid her feet out from under her, uprooting swathes of grass as she dropped into a cross-legged sit, the ensuing tremor shaking the city. She could faintly perceive the shapes of their bodies through her cheek for a split second before her hot flesh compressed them flat. Experience told Cozy that they had been flattened into cartoonish pancakes, and would be totally immobile until she let up, subject to ludicrous, intimate pressure.

Urged to display even further dominance, Cozy began shifting her weight around in languid circles, flexing and unflexing her toned glutes at random throughout each pass. Her own horniness steadily rose, Cozy's cloud bank of a tail swishing back and forth to the time of her rising heartbeat. "How is it, being buried alive beneath a mere half of my butt? Surely the best thing you've ever felt, yes? A cocktail of searing pain and boiling ecstasy heretofore unmatched? Enjoy the privilege while it lasts. Be glad the Empress of Equestria is personally crushing your miniature bodies."

Laughing, Cozy kept rolling her muscles for a while longer, until her own need grew too big to ignore. As she rested atop her offerings, her colossal cunt pulsed and throbbed, secreting gouts of honey inside and out, staining the soil with gallons of feminine pheromones. With a reverberating moan, Cozy lifted herself off of them, taking a single, shaky step yards away from the bowl-shaped depressions in the earth she'd left before lying her hungering frame down sideways onto the cool expanse of grass. Her wings splayed diagonally back, and she rested her head on one hand, idly running the other along her thigh as she watched.

Moments later, Rumble, Socks, and Petunia had popped back into shape, processing as they gasped for air to fill their once-more three-dimensional lungs. Rumble managed to stand, still dizzy from the lingering, intense sensations flashing through his nerves. "Holy fuck, how am I even alive?" he asked, his eyes wide. "Don't answer that, I don't even care." His reasoning became obvious when his hips jerked forwards, as if pulled by his throbbing erection. While above average in both length and girth, veins running thick with burning blood, it was effectively a hair to Cozy. "There's no chance I can possibly top what you just did for me, Cozy Glow, as that was beyond sexy, but I swear to try."

"Wow," Socks said, dreamily, as hearts flashed across her eyes. Meanwhile, Petunia could only emit pleading, needy, wordless utterances.

Alright, that was enough of a grace period, Cozy thought. And enough foreplay. Feedback received, time for the main event. She lit her horn, yanking them through the air with a rush of acceleration that undid their manestyles. With an intense groan, Cozy placed Rumble and Petunia on her nipples, each of the now swollen nubs larger than their entire bodies, without even counting her areola. Both bug-ponies grabbed desperately at all the tender, slightly bumpy pink skin they could reach, the heat of Cozy's nipples entering their soles. Their footing threatened to give way with every rough intake of breath to Cozy took, though Rumble wasn't at risk of being pancaked again, as he could take to the air if he fell from the great height.

Then, Cozy magicked up Socks, Even without lifting her leg into the air, Cozy had enough of a thigh gap for Socks to stand fully upright at the base of her inner thigh, the line of Cozy's pussy forming a new horizon that spread out before her. She hardly imagine the expression of wonder that was surely on Sock's face.

"Your turn. Bang what portions of me you can, my subjects. I come first; bring your goddess joy!" Cozy Glow exclaimed.

"H-Hell yeah I will," Petunia forced out, already running her hands over Cozy's boob in wide arcs, the shadow of her other breast settling precariously some levels up. Petunia planted hickies on Cozy's tender spot, while Rumble, who did not bother replying, opted to just lick all over the place, basking in her sacred taste. All the while, they stroked and prodded at a fraction of their empress.

At first, Socks approached Cozy's immaculate lower lips with trepidation, but was soon lost in lust, a need to satisfy. Falling to her knees, she jammed her arms past Cozy's labia up to her shoulders, feeling the trickling vice envelop her limbs. At least, that's what Cozy thought she was feeling down there, it was difficult to tell.

It went without saying that her toys also tried to get themselves off simultaneously. Driven mad by Cozy's heady scent and warmth, as well as the tidal pulses of her veins with every heartbeat, they began humping against her in earnest. Petunia and Rumble's ministrations were feather-light, ticklish, and yet successful enough. The former had opened her legs into a split, trying and failing to straddle the full diameter of Cozy's nipple as she rocked her pussy forward and back like a mechanical bull, biting onto a fraction of areolae with her teeth. The latter was jamming his dick into the space where nip met tit at an angle, trying to pull the two walls of roiling flesh together around his shaft, but Cozy's arousal was too much, her nipple too firm, and he was stuck merely hotdogging.

Lily Longsocks, however, was having more of an effect on Cozy. Her namesakes soaked through with Cozy's oozing arousal, Socks lost control, panting into overwhelming pink folds as her romantic notions were cast aside, her inner slut cutting loose in prime habitat: Cozy's absolute territory. Sliding across Cozy's skin to her XL yoga ball of a clit, Socks thrusted against the bundle of nerves with a loud cry, the force of her hips sending a ripple of motion through the giant clitoris.

In that instant, Cozy's spine jerked backwards across the field as she shouted, sending her boobs - and by extension Rumble and Petunia - into a fit of motion. As Socks continued to piston voraciously into her, Cozy nearly bit her tongue. "Oh, me, that's the shit." Having Socks on her clit was even better than when she flicked it herself, the mare's smashing even eclipsing that of the yak she'd shoved there one time.

As her composure and position failed her, Cozy Glow rolled onto her back with a thud and an erotic groan, her flagging tail biting deeply into the dirt. One of her stiffening wings punched into the outer wall, cutting into the rock and sending the upper half of the local structure collapsing into so much rubble. Petunia was sent tumbling head over heels, rolling down into Cozy's cleavage. Socks was forced to grip more tightly onto Cozy's clit with her insane strength to stay rooted, eliciting another moan from her giantess partner, who cratered the earth with a sharp, backwards tilt of her head. Fondling the base of her tits with her divine hands once more, Cozy helped Petunia back onto her nipple with her magic.

Rumble, also catapulted from his perch, had already flown back to the quivering peak of Cozy's chest. "Mmng, I need to fucking penetrate something," he growled, lining his cock up with Cozy's milk duct, doggy style. However, no matter how much follow-through he added to his thrusts, Rumble frustrations only grew. Having neglected to lubricate his shaft, Cozy's nipple refused to yield, despite being decidedly wide enough to admit him.

But just as Cozy was about to assist him in his endeavor to fuck her as thoroughly as he was able, Socks suddenly escalated her efforts, squeezing Cozy's clit hard with her legs, bucking her wet cunt against her lover's huge erogenous zone with the alluded-to bone shattering vigor. "Ah, this is so hot! And it feels so good! I'm actually gonna cum!" Socks shouted, sticky and delirious. "Let's cum together, empress!"

Cozy Glow, for her part, was feeling just as spasmodic. More than the power trip and her size fetish, Socks was honestly getting her off. Her eyes went unfocused, pointed into the sky, as her heart raced. "Keep doing what you're doing, pipsqueak, and I j-just might."

Desperately rising towards her climax, Cozy acted on her favorite craving. Her legs shuddering beside Socks like cliffsides in a quake, she stretched her neck forwards, angling her breast towards her parting mouth. With an abrupt snap of lewd atrocity, Cozy wrapped her lips around her nipple, sucking it into her salivating entryway, and Rumble along with it. With a stroke of her tongue, she licked him off, leaving him shaken in the pitch darkness until she did the same with her other tit. Her now glistening nipples jiggled as they, and Petunia, settled into place.

Allowing the sensations given by her offerings to wash over her, Cozy Glow reclined, melting into the landscape as her thoughts faded, overwhelmed by feeling. Socks' motions atop her clit grew increasingly erratic, her own endowments probably bouncing wildly as she humped Cozy with years of pent up passion, leaning into the upper limits of her spacious labia.

Within her mouth, Petunia and Rumble dragged themselves along the bumpy surface of Cozy's tongue. Finding eachother, all prior boundaries erased, they wasted no time in squaring their sexes, fucking like their lives depended on it. Helping them along, Cozy flexed her tongue, sandwiching the two even closer together against the roof of her mouth, refining their mingling flavors. Almost there...

"Oh, Cozy, you're so much! So thirsty!" Socks moaned, little more than a frenetic dynamo of repressed thirst herself. "And I-I'll slake you! I love you! Take me!!!"

With a fluttering cry of affectionate joy, Socks burst with ecstasy, her orgasm reaching Cozy in the form of vibrations as strong as a jackhammer's. Simultaneously, she felt Rumble unload inside Petunia, and technically also Cozy herself, triggering paleontologist's own climax, the pair coiling in unison, wrapped in pleasure as equally as hot muscle and saliva. This, plus the new level of attention Cozy was getting some considerable distance down at her pussy, proved to be enough. Empress Cozy Glow came at last, the bellow of her release audible for miles. The tremors of her body shook more debris loose from the broken marble wall, the heat in her core swirling outwards to every cubic yard of her shapely mass.

When Cozy's afterglow subsided, her mouth was empty, Rumble and Petunia having disappeared down her throat to join their goddess, casualties of the orgasm they'd helped induce. Though, Cozy realized in her post-sex clarity, it had mostly been Lily Longsocks.

"A job well done," Cozy managed between heaving breaths. Leaning up slightly - some forty feet - with a flex of her abs, she continued. "My dear Socks, it would be a waste to eat you too, when you could do this to me again."

To make eye contact, Socks clambered up the slope of Cozy's crotch to her stomach. Said eyes were full of hope. "Empress?" she asked, tentatively. "You mean..."

"As of now, you're my personal vibrator," Cozy confirmed. "You'll stay in my throne, with all the best accommodations, ready for whenever I need you."

Socks was overcome, tears joining the myriad other fluids dripping off of her nakedness. "Really? I— Thank you! I'd be honored!"

"Right answer," Cozy said, smiling blissfully. A second later, her stomach grumbled, causing Socks to trip and slide into her navel. "Actually, it might not have just been you. Maybe Rumble found his talent after all, providing me with fulfillment," Cozy remarked.

"That might be so, Empress," Socks nodded, her elation waning at the reminder of her loss, planned as it had been.

"Oh, don't dwell on the dirty details so much," Cozy Glow advised. "Your life's about to get a whole lot more interesting. Come on, let's go get you settled in." Here, Cozy scooped Lily Longsocks out of her belly button and onto the ground, delicately, with a claw this time. It was more intimate that way.

Then, she stood, her humongous torso rising again into the skyline. With a contented hum, she stretched the tension out of her muscles, arms above her head. This doubled as a means of flagging down a passing weather team pegasus, whose progress over the castle had slowed mid-route due to a gaper's delay. Her hand extended into his flight path, and he was forced to a stop with a few hard flaps. Before he could even gasp or genuflect, Cozy addressed him. "Change of plans. Make sure there's a downpour scheduled for this evening; I require a shower."

The stallion tore his eyes away from the mesmerizing sway of her breasts before responding. "Hmm? Oh, of course, Empress! Right away!"

As he swiftly departed, Cozy lowered her arms. Switching to a different stretch, she bent forwards to touch her toes, working out remnants of afterglow in her system. Socks stood between her fingertips, and Cozy gazed down at the again enraptured mare, her limbs forming sweeping archways like a basilica. "Careful, stare too long and you might get bored of me. And we can't have that happening, now can we?" Cozy giggled, before transitioning into a self-assured grin. "Besides, I've got more governing work waiting. It's not just my height that's extraordinary, my guidance is too. I can't in good conscience deprive Equestria of its best possible future," she declared.