Royalty Mindfully Restrained
Royalty Mindfully Restrained
B_25 & Sketch
Code entered the scene in a saunter across the lane of the carpet before her, scarlet beneath the smooth texture of her armour, a body outfitted like the guards around her. There was a turn of her hips after every step, a lazy hand feeling across her frame, the caressing of power within.
Down the hall had loomed doors intermittent across the walls, each flanked with a set of guards, silent and still, attracted due to the sound of her steps. They could spot a fake. Oh yes they could. It wasn't like the concealed changeling was trying that hard in her disguise to begin with.
But as the guards passed on their sides, they passed into a moment of hesitation, offered by seeing familiar armour and a known face of a friend. It was in those seconds of shifting, their gear shuffling in place, that doomed them to their fate. Before they could call or stop the girl—they were already underneath her control.
Code would walk by them and place a hand on their chest, swiping it across and, in their expressions of disgusts, their eyes would look into hers. What had normally been purple flickered into red, a symbol beyond comprehension within their space—one cast inside the gazes of those looking into it.
All froze in being caught by the effect. Set after set of guards appeared at the sides of her vision and stepped away from their respective doors, their glance now her gaze, the eyes of the woman flickering red. In a flash, the guards stepped back, standing erect, a salute held until she walked passed.
The little things never grow old... do they?
Code looked to the end of the hall and smiled at the poor guards there. It'd been a set of six before a majestic set of doors inscribed in celestial characters and bathed in the colour of sunlight itself. Each of them were smart enough to take a stance and form a curve before the approaching girl.
But their fearful expressions were utterly adorable! All they saw was the woman passing across the carpet, stallions approaching to apprehend her, a red flash sending them back, again and again, a constant effect. Each held their ground, however, all foolish to gaze into the eyes of the witch.
“How amusing.” Code pushed her lips to the left as her head tilted the same. “You lot quickly decided to view me as a threat. Your comrades couldn't make such a call in the few seconds to spare. However you decided not to do anything about it at all.”
“Stand down in the name of our princess,” one the males barked from behind the length of his spear. “I do not know the magic you've cast on our friends. But Princess Celestia's protection is afforded certain blessings to make your power immune.”
Code tapped the horn in the opening of her helmet. “This dull old thing? Please! Anyone can cast magic out of these.” She shook her head as the vibrant and cool-blue hair swayed over her shoulders. “I've never allowed myself to be shackled to the world's average expectation. Nor have perceived limitations restrained me from my desires.”
“Save the villain backstory for a jury.” The leader of the pack nodded to the further member, a nudge of the head to make some attempt. The strongest bullying the weak to hide his own weakest. How boring and pathetic. “She's not equipped with any weapons. Zip—take her in.”
The guard shivered at the order but nodded the same. He must have just made the cut for an inexperienced to touch upon the ascended once again. Steel colour fur and arctic mane, he dared a step closer—brandishing handcuffs. No hesitation after all.
Good boy. Too bad that better step will help you not.
“Boy.” Code looked into his eyes as her own transitioned into red. The lack of her blinking now meant the same was true of him. “You will continue down this hall and make your way home. Shorter duty due to previous great service. Dismissed.”
The guard tightened into place in keeping a salute. “Yes m'am!”
He then stepped past her. He kept down the hall with a greater bounce in his step. The fellows he passed didn't comment on his sudden departure. Rather they clapped. The sound beyond approving to his ears.
“N-No...” The leader shook his head as something must have been clicking at the back of his head. It didn't fully click, however, as that full comprehension was sometimes too heavy a weight on their consciousness. It vaguely felt the shape, coming to know of its existence, but choosing not to engage. “Zip! Return this instant! Just who do you... do you...” His eyes faltered toward Code. “...do you take orders from.”
“Have you come to see my trick? Magic not from the horn—but rather the eyes?” Code leaned forward and turned a cheek forward, pulling on the bottom of her eyelid. She stuck out her tongue for the sake of being cheeky. “Redirecting my gift to these always makes for more engaging scenarios. Too cliche for a horn to do all the work.”
One of the guards stepped to the side, silently, not believing himself to be heard. That would be amusing. “But just what is the level of intelligence for the bedtime watchers of Princess Celestia herself? Absurdity appears before you.” She licked at her lips. “How do you take all that has occurred and convert it into sense?”
The leader blinked before speaking. “T-Trick of the mind. You have a power that plays with the mind.”
“That's right.” Behind Code was the rising form of the guard behind her, out of eyesight and meaning out of her power. Everyone grinned but the unsuspecting girl. Within a few seconds, however, she was grinning too. “But if you had thought a little more about it—you might have been able to do something about what happens next.”
The guard brought the pole of the spear into the back of the woman's head, and in the seconds before the strike, another flew out before it. It was not of her doing, but rather of the other guard in front of her. He stepped forward and lunged out his arms, shooting it directly over her head, saving Code from the blow.
“It would appear your kind stops at surface level understanding and never... pause to examine the deeper intricacies and details. No words were spoken to the ones before—yet they appeared to follow orders.” Code smiled. “If you'd figured that out, then you would have figured not to trust your immediate comrades. My cockiness in teasing you would have instilled my demise. Yet you didn't try.”
The leader shook his head as the two others backed off the girl. With a glance back, her eyes shone into the guard who, at once, saluted in place. The leader attempted to lunge as Code had turned her head—only for the final guard to grab at him.
“Going for the expected right after I hinted at the average being my disdain.” Code shook her head over and over as the power of the scene caused something within to begin to drip. “Even with complex hints you have still failed. Does your kind not ever think? It's those who do that allow for a more alluring snare.”
“It'll never work on me.”
“Oh?”
“Your power!” The leader struggled forward as the other guard held him in a lock, two arms underneath that of the leader, holding him in place. “It works only on the weak will of mind. Everyone else has been swayed here but me. I'm too strong for your magic to do anything?”
Code's head fell to the right as dismay occupied her expression. She was such a cute girl even in negativity and infuriating moments. “And just like that, the ignorant are led into arrogance for a shallow save of themselves. Do you truly believe that to be the case?”
“It has to be.” The leader smirked. “Because the next outcome is you've been toying with me all this time.”
Code smirked.
“That's it.” The leader ceased to smirk. “You've been playing with me the whole time.”
“Who doesn't enjoy an appetizer before their meal? But the simple and arrogant aren't even worth the tease of the lips.” Code held out a hand and pressed her pinkie and ring finger into her palm, holding and spreading out the remaining three fingers. “Those who act like tools deserve to as such. Now I, Code the Changing, command you to lick the floors of this castle until they are all polished.”
“Nnngnghh!” The leader turned his head and attempted to close his eyes but, in so trying, couldn't break the invisible force in-between them. Not even a wink could fight through the thickness of the gaze opposite and tucked within his own. “I won't do it! I-I won't. I... I...”
Every ounce of his will fought and splashed against the command as tendrils of scarlet warmed into his mind. The static magic surged throughout, sizzling across his brain and tickling its every wrinkle, a growing tension within him to be released. Giving up and giving in meant to be free and to feel nice.
His face turned upward as his eyes scrunched in still keeping open. In a tense few seconds, everything within him faltered. His shoulders dropped and his face relaxed and a giddiness swept him. The leader gazed back at her. Suddenly his role and rank no longer seemed to suit him.
It wasn't another standing before Code.
Rather it was the body and being of a puppet now standing.
“As you wish m'lady! These floors will be spotless!” The former leader dropped to his hands and knees on the carpet, crawling to the left to where the floor loomed, lowering his mouth to it, doing as told. “This rover will be a good boy!”
Code watched from above him as he lapped at the floor, lost in ecstasy to be doing so, a height of pleasure maybe not felt in any other way. She pressed a hand on her hip as she watched the dog begin across the floor. The changeling could make anyone feel anything no matter what they were doing. Licking the floors clean would bring disgust to anyone. But due to her power, however, this guard would enjoy hours of feeling good.
Followed a terrible taste all over his tongue.
There was a moral in that, somewhere.
“It would appear I've spent too much time on you lot.” Code turned back to the set of doors belonging to the bedroom of royalty. Now this had been the reason why she'd come here for. Gazing at the duo still present, she commanded them. “Open these doors as if I'm an esteemed guest expected at this hour. Take your post normally thereafter. Ensure none enter or leave this room until I am out of it.”
Code's mouth kept open as she mouthed the word understand? Ever since her magical power had blossomed, the need to ensure others understood her orders had vanished. This sole fact allowed her the ability to leave the changelings as she could enlist all to her aid. That, and they would do so to perfect comprehension.
But old habits die hard.
The guards walked to the door but didn't open it. Instead they knocked in an unexpected fashion. Code arched an eyebrow but did nothing about it. None could break either her command or will. Rather they followed orders to the letter.
Meaning this knock is the safe-word to their princess. How clever. Perhaps I should be more asking for information in my orders—but I doubt the princess could have done much even in being tipped off.
After the knocking on the great frame was complete, the two guards pressed their hands into the frame, pushing it back to the majestic reveal of the room behind it. Code blinked almost in being taken by the view of the ethereal place. She felt like the devil walking into the entrance of heaven.
Code unleashed a sigh in being taken aback at the surrounding majesty composing the room. Above curved upward the ceiling into a funnel of glass, thick planes that were clean, seeing to the brilliant winks of countless stars. Directly above was the moon, casting its filtered, ethereal light, bathing the room in its glow.
“I do not believe I was expecting any visitors this late of an hour.” The sudden voice had floated into her ears from over her shoulders, whisking Code's head to turn toward the bed. It was a massive spread and reach of the mattress as a silhouette of a giant laid back upon it. “I have something to fear from you. Either you bring terrible news or you are terrible news.”
“Glad to see the princess of this land has sense after all.” Code approached the bed and stopped before its sides, reaching for the base of her helmet, pushing it up, slowly, in the coming of a dramatic reveal. “You are safe to lay your stakes on the latter. But relax. I'm not a villain in the usual sense.”
Groaning squeaked from the bed as the springs were tensed with the full weight of the princess. Even her darkened form kept true to the fantasies of the populace. Her chest hung, heavy and round, the size of cannons ready to demolish cities. “But you are still a villain then?”
“Indeed I am!” The fraud removed the helmet from her head, letting it fall and be held by her side, while her knee dipped and touched onto the floor. Loosely she tossed the article away, bowing her head in mock respect. “Miss Code at your disservice! You and I.” Her chin tilted up so Code's eyes could look into those of the princess; she licked her lips. “We'll be having fun tonight.”
“Is that so?” The figure had raised on the bed to the heavier squeaking of springs, the whole of her body, elevated by inches, by the mass on her ass. Legs thick with thicker thighs. Truly a beast of a woman. “You were able to breach my room by yourself, so indeed you may consider yourself a threat.” Feet swung off the sides of the bed as they slammed against the floor, casting vibrations across it, not from weight, but rather, raw power. “But how much of a threat do you consider me to come in possessing only magic?”
Code dared to look upward to see the rising height of the princess, still on her knee as to appear lower, the woman before her a towering view. A nightgown spanned across the landscape of white fur, the fabric stretched over the mass of the above breasts, each possibly heavily the Code's body weight.
Their thick and round protrusion nearly blocked the face of the goddess above. Princess Celestia looked down with a head slightly cocked, an eyebrow raised with the other eye narrow, a hand on the width of her hips, a shift to the left for the towering woman to command a pose oozing authority.
“Was I any other girl... some other changeling... then all of this would have been foolish.” A swirl came twirling around Code, revealing her true identity with every downward inch, the transition from a soft coat to a smooth carapace. “But alas I am not one bound to the average. Neither are you. But unfortunately, I am the one that is more special.”
Code looked forward only to feel her mouth salivate at the sight. The twin cushions like thighs shifted before her, the thickness of one rubbing across and against the other, the most delicate and delight of sounds being composed. The shortness of the gown ended over the taut belly above—exposing the velvet of the golden panties below.
It was with utter simplicity that Code desired to be crushed between those thighs and have her face shoved and locked into that crotch. To be pinned into underwear and feel the moisture of the fabric due to the increasing wetness of the pussy behind it. The complicated aren't always complicated.
There was a moral in that, somewhere.
“And just what do you plan to do with me?” Princess Celestia asked as annoyance built within her expression, a soon accusation to an explosion. She'd clocked the gaze of the other and this game of words between them ceased to be fun to her. “Just so I know all to charge you within court tomorrow.”
“That would be an interesting affair.” Code rose with subtle heaviness in pushing a hand to an eye, her fingers resting over the top of her head. “To be standing in the middle of a trial only to have you ordered to suck my cock. Such a nasty saying that tingles at the tip! Couldn't you imagine it? Rising from your throne at being told those words, coming down to the ground to visit little ol' me, falling to your knees and blowing me before the crowd of your highest peers?”
Celestia twitched in place as her thighs shifted together once more, a step taken back, the lick of a kink casting a tingle through her spine. So she is the kind of girl, is she? How delightful! The princess saw to save herself by crossing her arms beneath her bust, heaving the squishy mountains upward, the threat of their weight a tease for the fun that was to be had. “I-I don't believe I've seen another like you. But enough of this. You can't make me—“
“I, Code, command you to drop to your knees at once!” Code's eyes flashed an outward red, the same being caught within the princess, who had her own glow the same; tension ceased in her body as everything within became loose. “Let me see you on your palms as you appear before me like a dog!”
Princess Celestia cast out her tongue as the mass of the woman dropped at once, occupying an area of space with the thickness of her frame alone, those thighs putting barrels to shame and the greatness of her breasts vast enough to rest against the ground. She'd dropped to her knees and palms and, even still, came to the crotch of the changeling.
“Aren't you a good girl! A princess to pet all for the sake of granting me a good fuck.” Code brought a hand to scratch behind the ear of the princess, who turned her head willingly, nearly panting from the treatment. “Now let's have your consciousness return without you being able to break my current order, shall we?”
Another flash of the eyes for the command to be complete.
“W-What? What is this? Why am I...” Princess Celestia gazed at the floor as her breasts flattened against it, warming the area. She lifted her head to gaze into the pants of the changeling before her—spotting a thick bugle trailing across the inner-thigh of her foe. “No! I will not have this! I will... I will...”
Princess Celestia yanked her shoulders up and jerked her arms around but, no matter the move or the force, her knees and palms kept glue to the floor. That wasn't true. Nothing physical was binding them. But a mental wall stopped her from raising them—much like the attempt to bite off one's fingers.
“What have you done to me?! I feel l-locked inside of my own body... but unable to anything!” Celesta twisted on her shoulders to no avail, only swinging the mass of her boobs to the sides, the sliding of fabric across the polished floor. “What kind of magic is this?”
“One bestowed only to the likes of me.” Code grinned as the princess's face lurked inches before her crotch, forced to tilt up to look at her, a nice change of pace. To think that this vast and towering woman, now a collection of softness on the floor before her, now was the one to look up... it evoked a lick across the lips. “I've travelled the world testing my gift. None have been able to repress it. Be grateful! You were the last on my list to prove if anyone in this world could oppose me.”
Her hands had gone for the sides of her pants during her speech, twisting her hips and pushing down on her pants, allowing them to slide over the moderate swell of her thighs. The article dropped and collected by her feet, and she stepped out of them, a kick to the sides, leaving Code in nothing but stretched briefs.
“Tell me? Do you enjoy the sight?” Code asked in placing a hand on hips, a push to the left, the mirror of the tactic the princess attempted before. How turning the tables around was always a tease after the use of her power. “Of seeing this underwear so utterly stretched due to the size of my cock? It can barely restrain the beast. We all talk wisdom and intelligence. But everyone can be boiled down to wanting the delicious and simple things in life from time to time.”
Princess Celesta lowered her head and appeared to fight to say a word.
“It appears you didn't hear me the first time.” Another flash to her eyes, and Celestia looked up—the move of her defeat. “How do you like the view of my thick cock from in-front of my briefs?”
“I-I... I... I love it!” Princess Celestia's eyes flashed red in becoming lost to the trance of truth, doing exactly as told. “Its rich taste of musk is stinging on the nose! I want to shove my face into the front of your underwear, nuzzling your cock and stuffing myself between your balls, allowing the heat, the smell, the hardness of everything to dominate me!”
A few seconds afterward saw the princes leaning her head back, shaking it, coming into a state of awakening again. Her eyes were on the cock again and, in fear, she looked up and into the face of whom it belonged to. “Did I... was I... had I said something?”
“About how much you wanted to be with my cock? But of course! And what kind of villain am I to deny a princess from acquiring her desires?” Code slowly swung her hips from side to side, allowing the bugle to slide across the fabric, a few more inches growing from the stimulation. “Well? Go on in! There's plenty of room for your face against my crotch.”
“You dare say that kind of l-language to a princess! I should—“
“You should plant your lips onto the outline of my cock and place your face into the niche of my balls.”
“Yes! Yes! I will do exactly that!” Princess Celesta was below and looking up at Code with those red eyes, which came down to the clad-cock, bringing her snout to it. Her nostrils flared in sniffing the intensity of the scent, the darkest taste of strawberries inside her nose, seeping into her luck with the density of musk. “Thank you for allowing me this opportunity to become overly familiar with this part of you!”
And with that, the princess shoved her face forward, allowing her cheek to press onto the bugle. She nuzzled it, up and down, little strokes growing in range, travelling downward to feel more of it. It was hard and hot enough to heat the fabric around it. It lightly burned everything it touched.
And that made it wonderful for all those involved.
Code watched from above with hands on her hips as the princess got to know her junk better, starting to kiss at the base of her dick, causing it to twitch into her chin, the lightest of all slaps that promised far more.
As she worked her way down, it caused Code to close her eyes and growl a moan, rocking her hips, applying more pressure on the princess's face. They turned into little smacks that the bigger woman took. No complaint and only satisfaction.
Once the kisses had ceased, however, the princess followed the next command. She'd reached the head of the bugle and kissed it for as long as her lips could handle the heat of the shaft. After that, her snout slid to its side, wiggling beneath its weight as it was pushed up on the back of her head, allowing the starved princess to rest her face in the place she desired most of all.
Code leaned her head back at the sensation of feeling another's face pressed into the place of her balls. The skin there was pulled tight by her orbs, each round and full, already teased for release with all that welled within. There was a kick in having a princess nuzzle her sack, her snout feeling around it, taking in the stench of musk from its source.
All while a cock laid across the side of the back of her head.
“Mmmhmm! Now now! I think you and I have had enough teasing by now.” Code thrust her hips forward a final time, feeling her balls rise and smack into the face planted against their sack, a sense of utter domination over the other. “Now it's time for you to spend some personal time with my joy! Would you kindly use your teeth to pull the waistband of my briefs down? Thank you and thank you!”
Princess Celestia raised higher from the floor all to grip the band with her teeth, a pull downward that was slow, some tantalizing reveal of what laid behind. Few tugs were needed over a certain swell until the fabric caught over the thickness of the present cock. It had throbbed forward, pushing the material out, waiting for its chance at release.
Which it then received.
Celestia watched as the cock hugged the thigh still, coming slightly outward the more the underwear was pulled, unable to help herself from pressing her cheek into it. It burned her softness, sinking into it with a flick. By the time of reaching the tip, the cock slipped out, arching into freedom, smacking upward into her chin where it then kept pinned.
“How humourous! Perhaps I shall knight you as my personal slut? Yes. I think I very much would enjoy that.” Code backed a step due to the length of her cock, which she came to rest on the princess's shoulder—seeing them twitch from the heated hardness settling upon them. “I, Code, knight you as my slut! Now then. Celestia. Do you have any thoughts on this matter?”
There was a twitch and then a change throughout the thickness of the giant. Princess Celestia blinked and broke into reality. Still on her palms and knees with something pleasant burning onto her shoulder. By the time she turned to look—the bigness of the cock smacked and slapped into her cheeks.
“Please do not move while you're being knighted.” Code said but did not order, watching as her dick flew over the princess's head, coming to rest on her other shoulder. With that done, she raised only to drop it onto Celestia's scalp. “You are now free to shove your face into my nutsack and enjoy yourself. Oh... mhmmm... the vulgarity!”
Princess Celestia didn't know how she came into being, a dip in and out of consciousness, moments of life separating the two. Humiliation rose as the sexual acts deepened every time. And now she had a slab of cock resting on the top of her head.
What had been happening? She couldn't know. Only the scent in the air had drawn her in. All she could see was the base of the cock as it rose up, the rest felt as it went over her head—leaving the view of the nuts before her. Without knowing why, she was drawn in, snout entering the niche. The sack was heated and scented with musk, always a taste on the tongue, a welling in the lungs, the cause for growing wetness between her legs.
“Aren't you just a good girl! Stuff your face between my legs without a proper command needed.” Suddenly there was a hand on the back of Celestia's head with the application of pressure. What had been a gentle discovery was now a forced smothering into a sack, feeling around its height and width, every face becoming familiar with every inch. “Mhmmhm! Sure d-do know how to turn a girl on! Would you like me to take your throne instead? You can spend the whole time with your face buried into this sack you love so much.”
The hand even forced her to nuzzle each of the balls, one of the heavy orbs resting on the bridge of her snout, which struggled to raise it, her eyes watching it loosely fall to the side as the looseness of the sack came to take its place. Princess Celestia's face smelled only of Code's balls.
“I think my little slave has had enough.” The legs on either side pulled back, but so too did the cock, it coming to rest before her face. It rested at an arch due to the weight of its length and size. Facing the head, it twitched, throbbing, the power behind the meat too unreal. “Well? How about it? Don't you want to give your little friend here a kiss?”
Celestia started at the head with genuine interest but, in remembering her status and her place, turned her head away. Should have known better. The cock flew over her head and smacked into her cheek, a playful turn of the hips before her, enough of a slap to twist her face.
Code had already brought her cock to the other side and slapped her mast into Celestia's face again, each rubbery slap pronounced in the air, a changeling standing tall, a princess on her hands and knees, the latter being smacked around by a giant cock.
“How you deny your lust! Is this your life? To be tall and strong but craving the small to make you weak? It's your wish to be powerless—but you won't allow yourself to fulfill it! But do not worry. Your villain is here to grant your wish!” Code grabbed the hair of the fallen giant to lift her face, deep into its eyes she stared, casting her command in a form of a wink. “Give a kiss to my dick and then allow yourself to do all that you've repressed. Speak your desires. Let them be true and genuine.”
Princess Celestia was too eager at the command to say a thing. The very first thing she did was lean in to kiss the head of the member, coming to close her eyes and kiss across its shape—unable to cover its whole. Yet she made love to the very thing that would make her feel loved.
The back of her mind tried to fight it. To put up a defence and deny the request. But it didn't work. Something about those eyes caused her own to go blank. She was there, lurking in the background as her body took over. She was forced to experience it all, able to recall the moments before in this period. Yet all was forgotten once the curse was broken.
This strange but alluring torture.
Code moaned in swaying her hips around, feeling out the plushness of the princess's lips, their dedication to her tip. After a kiss where the lips had split, Code had found her entry in, shoving the head of her dick into the tightness of Celestia's maw.
“That's right. Suck my dick. Polish it.” Code looked down to see the top of the princess's face, which gazed across her length, seeing how much goodness was left in store for her. Slowly the tongue lapped around her length, every inch of skin, caressed and tasted, allowing more to slide on inside. “You must have fantasized about this constantly to be as good as you are. I do hope you're ready for my full length.”
Code didn't hesitate to shove her full size in. Celestia choked at the sudden institution but did not fight it. Rather the changeling placed her hands on sides of the princess's head as she stepped closer, more of her length sliding in-between the plushness of the lips, feeling moist and heated air of the maw, the coming tightness of the throat it barrelled down.
Code was towering over the face as all of her cock disappeared inside of it. The mass of her balls came and slapped into the chin, enough of a swing to bat the throat—now bulged with the outline of the cock. Encased by fur and softness and flesh. Contained before in briefs and now in the throat of a ruler.
Code stepped back as her head rocked the same, feeling comfortable at a foot away, sliding out her cock likewise. She then slid herself back in, moaning once more, the slap of her balls on that chin ringing and ringing. Then it happened. Again and again. A rising tempo to the thrusts, which started short and small, going faster, reaching further, as the aching within the shaft worsened more and more for release.
Princess Celestia caught onto this rhythm and attempted to match it, sliding forward as the hips thrust the same, attempting to suck and suckle and lick in the second she could. Code moaned at the surface. Feeling her speed increase as even holding that face wasn't enough.
“How good you are... my little cock sucker... polishing me like this...” Code's heads searched over the princess's head until finding those perky ears, each gripped like a handlebar, using them to stabilize her hold. She pulled back on them as she thrust forward, fucking the throat with reckless abandon, not thinking as her hips shortened but quickened their thrusts. “That's it. Like this. Like this. Harder! Deeper! Suck me suck me! Blow all that you can! My little doll!”
Code kept thrusting as the aching in her cock expanded in a wonderfully horrible way. She crouched ever so slightly to grant better access to the presented maw. The vastness of the tongue tickled across the skin encasing her hardness as the velvet walls of the throat clenched and clamp and rubbed across the whole of her sensitivity.
Celestia's body rocked back and forth to each thrust, the heft of her breasts wobbling back and forth, swinging, in tandem to every flick. Quivers then rippled down her thighs from the greatness of the effect. She might have had a big body, but Code's cock stood a chance against it all.
But the princess wanted to be fully used as a toy as she slightly sat up, using the freedom of her hands to caress the base of the cock, stroking and pumping it, whatever was needed to get it off. Her other hand went to those balls, raising and dropping them, teasing them with the delicacy they deserved.
That was enough to break the aching within as the flooding of gooey warmth spread across the length of her shaft. Breaking from their game, Code shoved the whole of her size inside that throat, hugging her hands around the back of Celestia's head—pressing her thighs to the sides of Celestia's face, locking it in place as she came.
The dam of tension crumbled as thick creams gushing through the tunnel of her cock, tingly as it pushed through, travelling through the maw and down the throat, reaching the place where it would erupt. Rope after rope of dense white shot into the abyss as the walls clamped and massaged the length—striving to procure every droplet of essence from the cock.
Code's crotch meshed into Celestia's face as little flicks earned further tingles of pleasure. Her head was rocked back and satisfaction dripped from her expression. In the seconds that passed, she was left to pant, loving the feeling of having her dick down the throat of a once towering princess.
Then Celestia entered the world again.
The world blurred in circles as her vision attempted to concrete everything into a center. Her throat bulged and spread over a meaty protrusion expanding the place, its heat burning at her walls, every flick forcing the same of her body—something hot and milky caking down her throat.
Celestia's eyes focused on the base of the cock before her nose, its scent fresh, watching its limp state pull. Loosely it fell and dang heavily before the legs of the changeling. The princes coughed without anything coming up.
“T-That power... ngnngh!” Celestia scrunched her face and twisted her head, a second passing, a glance taken between her legs. Through the cleavage of her orbs, she could see it, the heated and soaked lingerie holding to her form. “But... why am I... n-no...”
Something delicate pulled her chin up, forcing her to see into those eyes of the towering changeling again, a realization striking. “No! Please! Don't do it!”
Code grinned. “I'm afraid that was only the opener! Now how about you lay flatly on that bed and allow me to explore the landscape that is all of you!”
Once more came the flash of the eyes. Something about the red of their glow called one into a flow. Everything loosened in Celestia as the controls were handed to another, and her consciousness receded into the depths of her body, looking out her own eyes from far behind them.
The greatness of her form rose from the ground, easily towering over the tiny, who came to her hip alone. Celestia turned with a heavy sway to her hips, the mass of her ass jostling gently, a quiver throughout her thighs that drew the eyes. Maybe that commanding magic existed in more than a few places.
Then came time for Celestia to reach the bed. She came to lie flatly on her stomach, allowing the whole of her back to be exposed, nothing but a thong around her hips. The bed sunk and squeaked from behind as another climbed in. The giant was barren from looking.
All she could go off were sensations. The growing pitch of the squeaks and the bed sinking closer around her frame. Then came the feeling of smoothness across the back of her leg, the body of the other—followed by weight.
Heavy as it draped over the slope of the leg, twitching at the sensation, dragged across its size. Code was bringing her cock over the back of the princess, ensuring every inch had been dominated by the member.
“Refectory periods can be such a bother, can they not, when there is still so much to enjoy—but so little ability remains?” Code giggled as the feeling of the head of her dick resting on the plushness of Celestia's joined thighs. “But perhaps the princess is sexy enough to shorten that duration? Let us put it to the test!”
Celestia tucked her thighs together—be it part of the others will, or her natural reaction, she didn't know—which created greater bedding for Code. Her cock fought through the plushness and enjoyed the sensation the whole way through, like fucking a living pillow, a marshmallow beyond compare.
And some hardness flicked back from inside her shaft.
“Mmhmm... I must admit this feels rather nice...” Code struggled to hug the waist presented due to its size—though failure in this regard she did not mind. Her cock pulled out from the slit, rising to the snowy hills, allowing her member to sink into the cleft between them. “But this also feels as good. So much greatness about you not put to use. Such a shame! Maybe I'll visit you again someday.”
Princess Celestia couldn't only keep on her front as the smaller girl rode behind, feeling hands on each of her cheeks, kneading and squashing them, acquiring new handfuls in every inch they explored. There was a slow rhythm in the thrusts of her hips, back and forth, controlled, the wobbling of complete softness on its sides of her cock an incessant delight.
Even the mass of the woman rocked the same, matching the flow to the wobble throughout her curves, the jiggle across her boobs and the jostle to her ass, the sound of rubbing thighs reaching the sky. Soon the member between the hills had been massaged into hardness—pushing each further apart with its girth alone.
“Rollover.”
That was the command.
And Princess Celestia did as she was told.
Code enjoyed watching the scale of the princess turn onto her back, all of her weight in her breasts and her ass and her thighs going with the movement, a solid squeak as the giant splayed in place. The changeling walked in the space between the legs, stepping over the hips as her cock slid beneath the gown—coming to poke at the warm slit between the massive breasts.
“I want to hear more from you this time.” Code settled her ass on the plush expanse of the princess's slender body, flicking her hips ever forward, allowing her cock to slide between the boulders of boobs. Soon her head poked out from the cleavage pressed into Celestia's chin. “I want you to go crazy for this cock. I want to feel you shake and turn as I bury myself inside of you! Now let me here. Sing to me your lust!”
Princess Celestia's eyes flashed red as her expression loosened into that of an animal, one lost to lust as her head tilted down. Spotting the head of the member between her mammaries, she pecked it, little licks accumulating at its tip. “I want this. Never have I seen another so big and thick. I worried none could ever properly fuck me. Please... fuck me... fuck me fuck me!”
Code grinned as she pulled back, finding the princess tugging down her underwear, exposing herself down there. White tufts stank of sex as they stood like a crop over her groin. Below gleamed the slickness across her mounds, their roll and squish pronounced to the eye—the pinkness of the lips tucked between them equally as bright.
“As you wish.”
Code lowered herself to between the princess's legs, which closed around her, offering the backing needed to fuck the giant. From above, the princess sat up, back atop a stack of pillows, hands sent to pull up her gown. It lifted over the masses of her breasts, each bloated beyond belief, bedding by itself.
The changeling adjusted herself in bringing her cock to the presented slit, needing a bit of pressure to make the fit, the previous adjustment making it easier to slip in. The princess might have been big—but she was also tight. Code sunk in slowly, by the inches, expanding the heated interior of the undulating walls clenching around her girth.
And she pushed in and in, step after step, until Code wall all the way in. Her body fell onto the stomach of the princess, her own rack softening the fall, which allowed her hips to back out. Code the pushed in again to the moan of the duo, a quiver breaking across the giant, a throaty, hungry moan, demanding more.
“You like this, don't you, being fucked so freely?” Code thrust back int again while gazing up. Nearly unable to see over the swell of the boobs as they jostled outward every hump, she was able to see the distant face above. “Finally having something done to you! Must be a bore always being the one in charge.”
Code clenched her eyes in feeling the hungry walls of the pussy suckling at her cock, dragging it back in only to squeeze—it never wanted her to leave. Slowly she pulled back as much as her hips would allow. Then a violent shove back in, spreading the place, a slap from her balls into the ballooned cheeks below.
“That's right.” Code allowed her hands to cross over the height of the thighs to reach the other side, feeling at the hips with a hint of ass, holding onto it as she thrust back in. The aching within her member returned, worsening, crackled and teased by the wet, tight walls hugging and choking her cock. “Nothing more than a tower wanting to be fucked! Taken down and used for all you have. Isn't that right?”
“Yes yes! Oh yes it is!” Princess Celestia started flicking her hips back, each greater than anything Code could have matched. One knocked her a step back, but Celestia covered the distance, taking charge. “I want you to fuck me until I'm weak! To rock my world and do even more! I want to feel more of you!”
“That so? Very well!” Code's eyes flashed as her hands reached up to the underside of the boobs, hoisting their weight to the side, looking at the princess through her cleavage. “Then I order you fuck me back as roughly as you can!”
“Yes yes!” Princess Celestia didn't allow the cock to escape from inside of her as she arched forward, the whole of her height cast over the changeling, now consumed within a shadow. The mass of the woman came crashing down, the greatness of her boobs resting on most of Code—her body trapped in the world beneath them. “Like this! This will do! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Code couldn't see as the full weight of the chest was upon her, always wobbling and jostling around, smacking and collecting over her, the tons of softness flattening across her frame. Trying to feel for her legs was a shame. They were locked-in by the much greater thighs of weight. All that was remotely free was her cock.
Which Celestia rapidly fell upon.
Code would have rocked her head around at the feeling were it not for the current weight around her. Everything came muffled and distant from underneath the twins. All was dim and cracks of light were intermittent at best. The rocking of the giant was consistent with its dull sounds. The panting, increasing, by the second.
The princess lifted her hips until the head of the dick was nestled between her folds. Then she slammed herself upon it, the girth spreading her apart as it shot within, pounding into an itch needing the hardness and the heat. The clap of her ass followed, collapsing on the thighs of the challenging, swallowing them underneath its size alone.
Code felt ready to break. Every rise of the princess allowed her to see the world from underneath her. This lasted for a second before the next crash. Cast into darkness composed of musk and sweat and boobs and sex. Seconds passed again. Each drop quicker and harder as the finish for them both was soon on arrival.
Princess Celestia dropped a final time and arched until she was sitting again, allowing Code to see the world again, looking up into the underside of the gigantic bust above. She reached for them both, kneading the abundant softness, rocking her hips as much as she could—before Celestia did the same. Thrusting back in forth as the movement became rapid as quickness became them. Building and building until entering seconds of intensity which broke into the release of their feelings.
Code's cock twitched before the aching broke away to the gooey rising of heat. Her cock throbbed and whacked around from inside the tightening cock as she offloaded shot after shot. Belly clenched and back arched, she indulged in the sensation, the only average she'd allowed for herself.
Soon both of their juices seeped out the sides of the lips and down her cock. Code looked above only to flinch in seeing the princess fall. The sprawling length of her body laid over Code, who could not be seen from underneath the slumbering giant, her struggles lost even as she fought against the mountainous boobs.
At least her powers would work in the morning.
