Controlling Royalty (Mindfully)
B_25 & Sketchyaura
Serenity had disobeyed the orders of the queen, choosing to play with rules of her own... ironic considering the shift in her identity. Countless changelings speaking of Princess Celestia like an unapproachable target; a nation that praised her as a goddess of a sun.
But she was still a mare, one bound in celestial duty, but not of any divine power.
How many months would it take before she could devour the love and lust of the greatest princess to ever live? To zap not love from a pod, but rather to fuck, swallowing those heavenly curves. Celestia was the embodiment of thickness as she was the sun. Plump breasts and supple ass blessed with thighs that whispered to the mind: 'Oh my.'
There'd been the infiltration and the scheming. Powers capable of changing ponies into puppets crafted for her desires. Serenity was a solider in a day, a trusted guard in a week, the personal, royal escort in a month. Disguise and desires of the mind equipped with the power to force others to see the other way.
To desire what she did, exactly the same, to the same intensity.
Maybe it had been fate or perhaps the luck of chance, but whatever the case, the disguised changeling was going to get fucked. She'd escorted the princess to the private room in which none were to enter. Fine wines and the like tucked and locked behind the doors bearing the strongest security.
For only the seal of gold around Celesta's chest would open the lock.
Serenity stood on the other side of the door from evening until night after feeling all was right. Bearing a grin—forbidden in the art of impersonating a Royal Guard—she turned to her partner. Black coat and blue eyes and feeling her stare. Breaking his protocol, he glanced over.
To the swirling, watercolour supernova of her eyes, the colours painting themselves into kaleidoscope patterns. The first glance was his lock, soul and consciousness locked into her. Every feeling and hidden delight revealed in the blossom of connecting consciousnesses.
"Dirty boy." Serenity licked her lips. "Knowing something was off all this while... yet attracted to my sinister airs. My ass is what you crave, is it not?" She swayed her hips in controlled poise, the delicate wobble of her cheeks yanking his muzzle toward it. "Here I thought your kind were above surface level lust. The things you accuse us changeling of doing... when you're just too afraid to act."
The guard kept checking out her ass, so lost to its wonder, unaware of its true size. Every naughty thing his mind flicked to became pictures in hers. Knowing his greatest desire was to have his face devoured by her ass, she felt the need to give him due punishment.
"Suppose we've both earned a night to retire to our desires, wouldn't you say, my fellow guard?" Serenity snickered at the horribleness. Teasing him wasn't fun. Mirth faded in as the real deal laid behind the doors. "Return to your home and take your nightly shower. Touch yourself to everything you'd like to inflict upon my body."
Now for the awful grin. "And keep touching yourself even after the waters have gone cold and your balls run dry." She flicked her wrist down the hall like an owner to a dog misbehaving. "Now go. Shoo! And don't let anyone see the erection you're sprouting on the way there."
The guard didn't give a salute or a word. Rather he turned around and walked afar. No guards set to question his departure. Two factions operated in this castle and both sides still weren't interested in associating with the other.
In being left in the clear, the changeling looked to the door, it still unlocked. Feigning a lie inside her mind, she went the frame, pushing it back to its minuscule squeak. From there, she entered the room, finding a strange view within.
Princess Celestia sat in a red chair in the center of the room, a wooden table set next to it, nothing else save a window allowing in light. In the circular space were barrels tacked into its curve, stacked together and ascending, the personal wasting place for royalty.
"Princess Celestia, ma'am?"
The princess was slow to whip her head around, the movement sloppy as she was unable to keep still after turned. Her head hung to the side, an uncomfortable strain on the neck. She didn't seem to care. Her expression was that of annoyance.
"N-Nuhne are sppoused to be hrere."
She was also wasted.
"Afraid I heard a sound and became worried as a result." Serenity cleared her throat and did the same in her mind, allowing her eyes to compose their magic. Celestia's vision must be swimming. But it'd work on drunks before. "Besides. You gave us the order to inquire if anyone went wrong, did you not?"
Princess Celestia fell into her trance, her head lifting from the force of the command, forcing straightness into the jumbled mess of her head. "Indeed... you are correct. Thank you for checking on me. Nothing is the issue. You may—"
"You may want me to escort you back to your room?" Serenity smiled despite it being a sin. The spreading of her lips wouldn't be seen by the ruler. The punishment of crime never comes if the crime is never realized by another. "Tonight has been a hard night for you. Princess Luna has been ever so unkind after her return. Terrible how she's caused you to drink so much."
"I-Indeed... trying to be such a great sister... to one who is terrible."
"But drinking all of this isn't good for you, correct?" Serenity nodded and backed away a step, gesturing a hand to the door left open. "Return to your bedroom at once. I'll walk you there. Perhaps we'll find another expression to your repressions?"
The princess weakly nodded. It'd been a little longer to crack through to her mind but, in seeing a grey haze wash over those eyes, their violet dimmed from their usual glow... the changeling had her. And now she was going to get exactly as she pleased.
They'd made it into the bedroom, grand and massive and the fabrics composed of velvets, a natural wonderland of femininity ready to be enjoyed. Princess Celestia was more a husk than anything else, closing the door after the guard had entered—going so far as to close it behind her.
There wasn't any need of tricks anymore. Privacy had been attained, and now there was pleasure to be gained. In undoing her changeling magic, Serenity reverted to her natural form, a halo of green descending her body. Her grey shell exposed and eyes only of light-blue. Her wings jutted from her back, miniature holes scattered across them, her tail flicking from its dock—a creamy green.
And she was fully undressed.
"Stand before your bed—I'm going to tell you how all of this is going to go."
There was something so damn sexy about seeing the princess of the lands, one for countless years, the mother to a nation and the giver of wisdom to be stripped from her height of power and brought nearly into the state of a slave.
This woman towered over the changeling. Even on walking past, there was a healthy wobble to her body, the jiggling of thighs and the jostling of her ass. Celestia's cutie mark of the sun peeked from beneath a skirt shaped around her cups, cupping them like the hands of a lover.
"Walk in a way that'll make me absolutely crave you."
Princess Celestial sizzled up as if her horn had received a transmission. Seconds after that, there was a change to her gait, the shifting of her weight, sideways, mastered in a perfect sway. The towering woman sauntered to the bed, depending on one leg, then the other, after every step. Her ass curved out in a volume begging to be slapped and grabbed and kneaded to feel its mass expel between fingers.
Those thighs peeked out from underneath her crotch, a tease of the soft barrels encased in white, warm furs over heated skin, a perfect mixture of perfection itself. Feeling their mass collapse on the sides of Serenity's head, the pressure and softness doubling into one. They looked delicious.
It was as simple as that.
And by the time the princess had reached the bed, she stood still for a few seconds more, turning around only after a moment, blowing a kiss with an eye covered beneath ethereal hair. Celestia leaned forward, the heaviness of her alabaster mountains falling and jostling, each crashing into the other, a party underneath that top.
And forming a heart with her fingers, the princess places the shape over her cleavage, closing her other eye and sticking out her tongue. Much like how Serenity could read others, they endured an influx of information if shared. They acted to the changeling's desires... with something beneath their surface bubbling up.
Sex was one of those things always needing to be spiced up.
"Start taking off your clothes as sexily as you can. I want you feel like a naughty bitch giving me all the goods. Like a slut waiting to be climbed and fucked by a smaller girl like me." Serenity crossed her arms beneath her own healthy bust, feeling her breasts flatten over her wrists. Her tits already throbbed in the rising temperature of the room. "Toss the cups of your bra on me once you're done. Do the same with your panties. Get on the bed, doggy-style, once done."
Princess Celestia followed with the request, or maybe that wasn't the right title anymore, seeing as how the tiara was first to go. Slender fingers lifted from her head and, treating it like the useless ornament it was—flicked it to the side of the room.
Fuck was she gigantic. Near the height of an amazon. Serenity couldn't help but dip her fingers over the tautness of her belly, drawing circles in the areas now warmed into sensitivity. She stood no taller than the ass on the woman, and yet, this towering beast of sexuality was hers for the taking.
Princess Celestia began with pulling off the garb of her top, a delicate fabric easily lifted by a pair of fingers, pulling it over her head as the rest of it followed. Beneath was a fitting black-bra to house the globes of the amazon's chest. Her arms crossed over beneath it, attempting to lift their weight—which spilled over the sides of her wrists.
Which became enveloped within the masses.
Those slender arms lifted and lifted the orbs able to destroy buildings. Watching them rise and as they spilled more and more forward. Finally, in heaving their hefty weight—Celestia uncrossed her arms and allowed the twins to drop, each smashing into the other, the faintest ripples peeking through the fabric.
Done with the tease, her hands went behind her back and up, the delicate sounds of clicks filling the air. Dense black strands were tense and pulled thin from holding the massive sisters back. In a few seconds, their tension and pressure ceased, the stands relaxing, becoming draped over the sleek whiteness.
Lone digits pushed each strand to the side, allowing them to fall across her shoulders, the cups losing their shape. The domes were freed as they dropped, suspended by fingers holding a strand. But the buoyancy of those breasts proudly stood free, bubble-gum pink nipples already hard, the chest considering gravity a mere 'light-suggestion.'
Celestia gave a smirk on bundling the cups, giving them a toss to the changeling, who didn't feel the need to catch. The full of the dome landed on her face, warmed from the snowy-globes they held before, the scent of cinnamon stinging her nostrils.
The most personal smell of a princess.
Celesta then turned around, even looking up at her requiring a craning of the neck, though climbing and being covered by all that later left the mind in a tease. Serenity already stroked her folds to the shivers of electricity behind it. Something richly dense built in the airs of the room.
The deepest whiff of musk stinking the bedroom.
Princess Celestia had turned until her back was showing, a jostle to her breasts as she moved, no longer the treat to be viewed. Rather it was the fullness of the cheeks to the ass bringing jealousy to the chairs that cupped it. Ebony panties of dense material clung to her hips, the fabric stretched across the beyond supple cheeks, every fibre spread to contain half of each cheek.
And then the princess bent over and touched her toes.
Serenity had felt the brushing of her clit onto her fingertip, coming to draw circles across it, soft and slow, a tempo that built with the coming acts. Those alabaster flanks nearly burst through the fabric, the faintest inclination of a tearing, that was, until fingers struggled to become snug in the waistband.
Princess Celestia made a slow show of lowering her underwear, the milky cheeks wobbling at nothing. Fabric squeezed into the cheeks, causing the plushness to jut out into the sides. Those undergarments were so tight as to require a few timed shakes of that heavenly derriere to grant the momentum to permit their escape.
Until they were free. Tugs were needed for them to followed down the slope of those thighs, barrels of complete squish. The fingers let go at the ankles, letting the stretched undies fall defeated atop her feet. Stepping out from them, one of its holes caught on her toes, the foot lifting—flicking the pair of underwear at Serenity.
It landed on her shoulder, a blossom of warmth surging outward, the heat of a burning liquid upon her skin. In lifting the pair from her shoulder, she saw the front, its dampness and sheen coating onto her exploring finger. The smell. Musk. It dominated her lungs.
By the time she'd flung the underwear over her shoulder with a flick of her finger, the changing came to see the princess already on the bed, knees first that sunk deeply into the mattress—it holding her up just right.
Serenity was slow in her approach, commanding the larger woman to keep as she was, not allowed to even look back. She stepped up onto the bed, allowing herself a backstage to that wonderful ass. It called her like a siren's song.
It was far too broad to be held—though perhaps hugged? Serenity pushed herself onto it, its mass covering from her chest to belly, the curve of those hills near beyond the reach of her hands. But she reached around to grab at the cutie marks.
"Whimper! Moan like you've been waiting for years for someone to do this to you!"
Celestia leaned her great head back as throaty moans echoed out from her. Her hips rose and dropped, their might unable to be contained by one so much smaller, the mass of ass rubbing over her body. Warmed cheeks that flattened over her body at the faintest of pleasure. Serenity couldn't help but flick back into them.
How could they have been so toasted! Serenity copped the flanks harder as the flesh spilled between her fingers, kneading and squeezing into a rhythm, one opposed to the thrust of her crotch against that ass. It flattened over her groin, softly burning over the places it covered, the immense softness crushing into her clit—stimulating it to no end!
Better was what came while humping that ass, the loose flick smacking into wobbly tush, seeing the ripples quaking across those hills composed of white cream. Tasty to the eye and delicious to smack her crotch against. Every meeting quicker and harder than the last, ripples become wobbles vibrating across the gigantic ass.
But this is only the first part of the bargain.
"Keep like that and do not move." Serenity gave another few helpless humps to that wonderful ass, squeezing it to the extreme in the gooey warmth of texture it provided. In having to leave the burning place alone, she lowered herself, coming to crawl underneath the might of woman. "A-Actually. Lightly hug my sides with your thighs. Not enough to lock me in place... but give me a decent fight to get out."
And then her second wish was granted.
Serenity watched the as the plushness of those thighs came crashing into her sides, their delectable weight washing over her frame in delectable waves of thickness—a kind different from the suppleness of the ass left behind. Placing her hands on their texture, another squeeze was given, striking both heads of the girls back, moan croaking out from their throats.
Thought the squeezing on her sides was pleasant, only a tease to the great strength of those legs, the changeling crawled out. The ceiling of Celestia's crotch and body spanned in a light arch. Her tight pussy tucked between snowy mounds with only the pink of her slit exposed. A glimpse of folds ready to come out.
But little of this was for Celestia.
Serenity delighted in pushing her feet against the bed, feeling herself lower in the place between the hands holding the giant up. Those wonderful breasts hung over her face, so full and round and plump. Being served by sexy royalty had its kinks.
"Now, you're going to lower your breasts onto my face." She grinned as the face of Celestia loomed above, far beyond the natural slope of her mammaries. "Smother me in them. Wobble them around. Give me an experience I'm not soon to forget."
Celestia smirked in the way permitted from the trance, dropping her torso onto the smaller girl, her breasts dropping and rising over the body. They weighed into the changeling's face, their fatness spreading. The poor girl wiggled her head around as if searching for freedom—leading to the heavy jostle of the jugs.
Those breasts dropped and rubbed and smoothed around the changeling, their weight mounting and pressure adding onto her head, flattening in spaces and crevices open, jiggling all over from the shaking torso above.
It was moments of paradise that would have smothered a lesser girl to death.
But it would have been one hell of a way to go.
Sensing the order to rise, Celestia did exactly that, her melons raising in a slap against each other. They hung over the changing now free, her face damp and her breathing turned heavy. Both girls were speechless now. Panting came from them. A thirst and taste born in equal measure.
Not needing the active command, the princess crawled back a step, ensuring their alignment. Celestia then dropped onto the groin, consuming the area with her bottom, her ass covering the gap between Serintiy's thighs.
And their pussies joined together.
"Lead over me, placing your hands on either side of my head... and fuck me raw."
Princess Celestia arched over her once more, hands slamming and sinking into the bed beyond Serintiy's head. Bringing swollen slits together, the princess worked to give timed thrusts, milking the feeling of their tender folds caressing over the other. Every brushing of their clits explosions for moans.
Serenity couldn't get over the feeling. That heavy ass wobbling over the slenderness of her thighs, that vast crotch stroking over her own, the much bigger lips of the princess's pussy rubbing and nearly beating into her own. Nothing topped the weight of the breasts rolling over her own, utterly pinning and smothering them, spilling around in its excess. Because the princess was rocking herself forward and back, those orbs rolled over her the same, bouncing over her frame while that might ass clapped in the space below and between her legs.
There wasn't much more of this she could take, commanding the princess to lower with a look with her eyes. Her face lowered, and the two passionately kissed as their groins flicked against the other. The changing hardly did anything upon letting herself be fucked. The great weight of sexuality applied in the delightful pleasure all around her.
Every nerve pleased to be alive.
It didn't take lone for their kiss or their head to throw away, a final heavy thrust triggering the end, a crashing torrent of sweet honey pouring from them both. Their cream flicked in splatters across the bed, staining both sheets and air with their smell, the joining of their musk.
Once they were done, and the night was still young, the changeling found herself filled in pouring love and lust and power and energy, everything tinged in a sunny feeling, a unique blessing none other but she could feel.
And she would be feeling it again and again.
In the last command to the princess as they both rode out her highs, a wink of the eyes commanded the princess to drop. So she did, her breasts rolling over the changeling's top, the rest her frame smothering the one beneath her. Crushed be immense softness and plushness and everything akin to those very things, the changeling enjoyed her break, and the new change that would come to the lands.
