After departing the throne room, Master and Celestia both summoned messengers and servants to distribute orders and missives. It would have been faster and more efficient to magically teleport messages across the city, but both enjoyed far more interacting with their servants, and sending more personal messages that way.

After warning the Royal Guard to prepare for a possible assault, and messages sent to the ponies Master thought best for his challenges, both proceeded to the Canterlot Equestria Games stadium. Master lapsed into silence in the meantime, the roaring bonfire of suave confidence and unassailable positivity slowly but surely draining from his face. He seemed to be contemplating something grim. Celestia looked down at him. She could feel his perturbation but chose not to pry for the moment, but instead offered her hand for him to hold. He took it gratefully and smiled warmly up at her before proceeding. She would bring it up when it needed to be brought up…

When Master and Celestia entered hand in hand into the stadium, it was empty, save for the wisps of cloud that made up the normal Wonderbolts racetrack. As a racing area for pegasi, it normally had only a plummet to the distant vale below for a floor. But with a gesture, Celestia used her magic on the cliff face to bring forth a thick slab of stone, drawn out like a drawer from a dresser, extending out of the cliff horizontally to fill the airspace where once there were just clouds. It was topped with magically healthy grass and smaller squares and rectangles of stone that dotted the top surface. With another gesture, she dispersed the clouds as well. Now the half-circle of stone bleachers faced a rectangular arena as large as a football field, heavily reinforced like the rest of the city so as not to tumble from the mountainside. The field was dotted with various sports courts, benches and platforms for sexual events, and a large stone floored fighting ring in its center.

The two rulers were surveying Celestia’s handiwork when a voice boomed out behind them.

“ ‘Tis an odd place for war… Are you sure you would desire it fought here, Master? In an arena normally reserved for games?”

The rich, melodic, and quaint voice sounded behind them, accompanied by a clinking of armor and punctuated by heavy, powerful hoof falls.

Celestia turned, beaming. “Sister! Lovely to see you so early in the afternoon!”

Mistress-Goddess Luna huffed and grinned manically. “We would arise the very moment we fell asleep at the prospect of battle! We have not felt its like in years now! Not since Tirek was introduced firsthand to Master’s ‘4-gauge’.” She smirked, chuckling at the memory. Despite also being one of the rulers of a peaceful kingdom, Luna had a competitive and protective streak that rivaled even Rainbow Dash.

Princess Luna stood a proud nine and a quarter foot tall (she always insisted on accentuating the last quarter foot). A proud amarezoness with a towering build that would have struck fear into her opponents in both war and lust. But today she was geared for war. Princess Luna’s face was split into an ecstatically eager grimace under her metallic blue helmet that complimented her flowing starscape mane and spear-like alicorn horn. On her chest was the same metal, segmented and shaped so that her armor could accommodate her breasts. They were not as massive as Celestia’s, just as the moon was technically less massive than the body it orbited, while remaining incredibly large in most people’s estimations. Her beach ball-sized breasts were supported by a fitted breastplate that still showed off their heft and the speckling of star shaped white freckles spattered across her chest and muzzle. Her arms were thick with musculature, their diameter closer to the thickness of a thigh than a set of biceps, but softened just a bit by adipose. Just below her chest piece, a wide, protruding set of abs nestled in her broad and soft waist showed that though she was the goddess of a peaceful nation, she never slackened for a moment in her training. Her armorers had succeeded in shaping the metal of her breastplate in such a way that it was comfortable yet mobile for the goddess, but they had utterly given up the hope of plate armor below her waist.

For below her sloping, mountainous waist was a set of hips that altogether were almost as wide as the average pony was tall, and thunderous asscheeks and titanically thick thighs completing the image of her intense pear shape… The armor that attached to her thick black leather belt amounted to little more than a skirt made up of about half a dozen tassets that each would normally protect one normal pony thigh at the hip. She wore three to a side, with a particularly wide one on each flank, covering her cutie mark with a depiction of its lunar shape recreated in silver, blue, and black chainmail. The other two on each of her thighs covered the front and back of each leg. Though her ass was so massive, a seventh chainmail sheet was draped behind her, just under her tail. In front, between her two front thigh tassets, she wore simple but comfortable looking dark purple panties that surely had the tensile strength of carbon fibers, as they wrapped around each monstrous thigh to squeeze little divots in the mere traces of fat on her waist. On her legs, two blue steel greaves were strapped to her calves, each of her tree trunk like legs were powerful and more than capable of holding and propelling her massive bulk, each was as thick as a normal pony’s waist and tapered down from her gigantic thighs into elegantly shoed hooves, both the steel shoe and midnight blue hooves polished to a mirror shine.

Her sparkling blue eyes swept the arena quickly, then locked on Master’s face. “Where then is the enemy? I take it that somecreature sought to interrupt the Convocation?”

Master scowled. “Indeed, some creature thought to challenge us for Equestria”

Celestia pursed her lips in a sour expression of her own. “Caribou have invaded Equestria, sister.”

Luna grimaced and hefted the two-handed war mace in her left hand, tossing the 1-ton mass of dark blue steel and silver lightly into the air and catching it again midway down it’s 4-inch-thick shaft. “We assumed as much from the war camp in the valley below. That is concerning… Then we take it negotiation has failed? Can they not be swayed by your love Master?”

Master shook his head after an uncomfortable pause. “Luna, I appreciate your faith in me, but I have no love for these… these people…” He bit out, his fists clenching, then unclenching as he paused, looking down at the cobblestone road in despair.

There was a silence as he looked forlornly down at the valley below, where they could see the warships buzzing around the streams of smoke from campfires down below. “Not… all of them…” His voice trembled a little as he looked over the edge of the cliff, and his eyes screwed up in pain and grief.

Luna’s and Celestia’s faces collapsed into expressions of concern, and both knelt on either side of him.

Celestia caressed his cheek with one hand as she gripped his hand with the other. “Master… what’s the matter…? I could sense you were distressed at Dainn’s posturing… but what…?”

Master held up his free hand. He wiped a tear away and looked sorrowfully out over the edge of the cliff. The war camp was visible near the base of the mountain, with campfires trickling smoke up into the lowest cloud layer in the foothills. There, they could see the oblong wooden airships coming to a halt in midair, seemingly parking in a neat line now that the camp below had been set up.

After a moment Master spoke, his voice shaky. “I confess I know of them… from my time before I came to Equestria… I had hoped that I would never see their like. I could sense their culture and feelings are very much in line with my knowledge of them, that much I could confirm with my powers using Love.”

He rubbed his face, suppressing an exasperated and melancholy sigh.

“Their culture and society are a product of generations of institutional misogyny, and they are more horrible than you could possibly imagine in enforcing it. Celestia, you saw his slave? How Dainn treated her?”

Celestia nodded, an impassive frown on her face. “My heart ached every moment I looked at her, but I would have retaliated had he tried to do lasting damage to her… why do you ask?

Luna looked bewildered “Slave? We thought only Equestria had slaves? They surely have not adopted our way of life… You don’t suggest that the Caribou are so crass as to use slaves… in the old meaning of the word?” She said with some trepidation.

Master nodded. “I’m afraid so.” Another long and poignant pause. “These caribou have perhaps the most misogynistic outlook of anycreature. They use women as tools and toys, rather than loving them and caring for them…” He paused, and tried to control his voice.. but it began to quiver. “I could sense her you know… I reached out and see if there was any shred of love left… even if it was misplaced Stockholm syndrome… What I felt was worse… so much worse…” His hands began to shake, and screwed his eyes shut, tears streaming from them and dripping to the ground.

Luna dropped her mace to the side with an earth shuddering shock, and leaned forward to hug Master around his midriff, her muzzle brushing against his hair. “Master, don’t… ‘tis…”

Master looked sharply up at her. “Luna… their mares… their cows as they call them… they are so beaten down, so systematically oppressed… they think it’s right and correct for them to be so…”

He controlled his voice, but his tears continued to stream down his face. “But what I felt in her was worse still. They have a magic of sorts… I don’t know if either cow or stag is aware of it… but I felt her mind reaching out to her master… an unspoken question, searching his mind, asking him what he desired of her, and she willing to mirror it precisely… perfectly… and his disgusting ideals of women as un-personed servants and cocksleeves was the only answer…”

He buried his face in his hands. The two alicorns’ faces collapsing into pain. Luna tried to hug master tighter, but paused as she found her grip obstructed.

Something brushed under Luna’s enormous arm, there was a flap of pegasus wings, and something scurried into her embrace too, squirming itself between her arms and Master.

“Master!” Came a nasally, high pitched voice. The creature it belonged to flapped its wings again and clambered gingerly up master’s shoulder and muscular chest to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t be sad Master! You want cuddles?”

Master opened his watery eyes and allowed a weak smile to brighten his visage. “Oh Derpy, I could never be sad with you by my side.” Master looked down at the pegasus’s golden eyes and his misery slowly began to melt away. “I would love a cuddle…”

Luna smiled and eased her grip so that Master could turn and pluck the petite pegasus pony off the ground, and he closed his arms around her, propping her up with her lower back and thighs in a bridal carry in his toned and muscular arms. Derpy Hooves, for her part, wrapped her thin and dainty arms around Master’s neck and just squeezed him in a gentle hug.

Derpy didn’t appear to be anything special to most pones. She had a plain blonde mane with a drab grey coat color, and her walleyed face bore a vacant but cheerful grin at all times. Her body was nothing to write home about either in comparison to most of the inhabitants of the land, having refused repeatedly gifts of height, larger breasts and more supple and shapely asses that could be bestowed by Equestria’s leadership that she served. She was petite and short, standing at just 4’ 8”, with a little pudge on her belly and thighs that made them soft to rub and squeeze, seemingly to make up for her modest b-cup breasts. She wore no clothing, except a blue silk ribbon around her neck with a golden medallion on it. It was true that in the hypersexualized Immortal Empire she wasn’t a sex goddess like the two titans standing on either side of her, but she had one job in Equestria, and she did it very well.

She kissed Master again, just brushing her muzzle against his cheek. “Everything’s gonna be ok Master, I just know it!” She squeezed her arms around his neck, a soothing aura of positivity and love practically erupting from her every pore.

Master cradled her head and kissed her back. “Oh Derpy… I’m so glad you came when you did… you always help me feel better.” He started to walk towards the stands of the arena, rocking her back and forth and brushing her mane with one hand as he did. “You know, you’re going to help save Equestria today!” He whispered to her.

Derpy gasped dramatically in shock, her off-kilter eyes switching positions in surprise. “Really Master!?”

“Really.” He nuzzled her nose, and plopped them both down onto the lowest tier of stone seats in the stands.

“Wow!” She breathed. She lay in Master’s arms, staring dreamily at the clouds in the sky in awe of this fantastic revelation.

Luna, who had followed Master alongside her sister, looked up inquisitively at Celestia. “Save Equestria?”

Celestia giggled. “Master has bet Equestria’s future in the outcome of a few of his favorite events of the Equestria Games.” She smiled mischievously.

Luna’s eyebrows popped up in surprise, but did not seem overly concerned. “Really? We do rather enjoy the Equestria Games… but to decide the outcome of a war with such displays of frivolity I confess disappoints me somewhat.” She looked glumly at her battle mace.

“Do not worry Luna, if you are lucky, they will be foolish enough to challenge you in the one-on-one bout!” Celestia jiggled her sister’s mountainous hip playfully. Her armor swayed lazily along with her ponderous flank.

Luna’s face twisted in a predatory grin. “We certainly hope so…” she growled menacingly.

Master was continuing to stroke and cuddle Derpy, who in turn cooed placating words of reassurance and affection, punctuating them with little pecking kisses. After a moment or two, Celestia and Luna sat on either side of the pair, Luna careful not to flatten them as her flanks spread wide.

Master looked between the two alicorn goddesses, then stared out at the bright blue sky beyond the edge of the arena. “I can’t represent myself as anything more than I am… I love everyone I can… but they are so VERY hard for me to love…”

Celestia frowned and took him by the chin, her hand capable of covering his whole face, but instead just tilting it up. “They would be impossible for MOST people to love Master. But I know YOU can do it… I would simply question whether you WANT to. Are they truly worth trying to reason with? Can they EVEN be reasoned with?”

His brow furrowed. “I don’t know… I don’t wish to dismiss the race out of hand. I was only able to sense Dainn and his slave… I can sense a vague cloud of emotion and thought from the camp if I concentrate… I can’t tell for certain if all share his ideals at their core. Whether some might… care…” He tried to find the right words, but his tongue seemed unwilling to continue the sentence.

Celestia wrapped her arm around Master and extended a wing around him and Luna. The group settled in for a hug, and Celestia engulfed them in warmth.

“You saved Equestria once Master, opened our eyes to the possibility of a kingdom that was beyond a heaven, a blissful, impossibly beautiful eternity. I know you will do what is best for Equestria.”

Master looked away, his eyes closing in embarrassment. “I… I know we’ve had our disagreements in the past of how to deal with our enemies. Those who would not see that harmony and friendship was a better way of life… and with my knowledge I had before…” He stared back out over the cliffs, his eyes sliding between the messily burning bonfires and the array of warships bristling with dozens of cannons astride each bulkhead. “I just feel as though I am even more biased against these creatures. I certainly was against Tirek, Chrysalis.”

Luna reached down delicately with one of her massive arms and gripped his thigh reassuringly. “And yet… When all of our attempts to convince them failed… When we had given both every opportunity to heal and recover. The experts and willing ponies and changelings that sacrificed time and effort to show them a better life, only to have them rejected, their own villainous plots continuing to surface and manifest even as we were able to reach hitherto unprecedented states of bliss and harmony… We knew then that there was little other choice.” She said firmly, leaning into Master’s field of view and fixing him with an icy stare. “You said yourself then that you would bear the responsibility of whatever… Measures… Needed to be taken. And in turn the rulers of your great kingdom shouldered the responsibility of guiding others to redemption. Is this not so?”

Master nodded, looking up to nod slowly and deliberately to show that he had heard her. “I just… I know that my nature is somewhat more combative, my temper, while itself dulled and nurtured into dormancy by the wonderful people in my life, has a tendency to flare up in the face of injustice. I’m afraid I’m going to act too harshly, I doubt my instincts will serve me when I’m fighting back the urge to beat up the man I’m meant to be negotiating against with my bare hands…”

Celestia sighed as they lapsed into silence, carefully considering the smaller man next to her. Derpy in his arms looked concerned for him, but kept her lips firmly closed, instead concentrating on hugging around his middle. After a brief moment of thinking, Celestia pursed her lips and bent herself down, resting her muzzle on top of Master’s head like a fluffy white hat.

“So... when have your instincts been correct? Hmmm? Or perhaps you are more worried about them having been incorrect in the past?” Celestia countered easily.

Master squirmed uncomfortably, rocking his head back and forth noncommittally and mussing his hair with the underside of her chin. “Well, I knew that Chrysalis would be impossible. Something as old and inherently evil as that? A conniving, narcissistic, sociopathic predator, practically the antithesis of love? It’s only amazing that she could produce something as good and kind as Thorax to initiate change in her people…”

“Mmmhmm… and?” Celestia Prompted, slipping her own petite hand up and under his arm, rubbing his bare chest in slow, soothing circles.

“And… Tirek was… Less straightforward. Parental issues could tear anyone to shreds… But stack on top of it a dangerous power over the fundamental laws of magic, no matter how much counseling we could give, things to distract or redirect interest in him, or even that time we brought him to talk with his father… I think that he didn’t hear a single thing he or Scorpan said… so consumed with hate and a desire to usurp and destroy… Not that his father helped all that much…” Master began to ramble anxiously, but was suddenly cut off.

“And when he finally made another bid for our magical power, we forewarned him of his folly, and he suffered the consequences…” Luna said with finality, her voice cold and remorseless. “We had given him all the options he was going to get, and he still foolishly chose to make a grab for his own power”

“Right…” There was a longer pause, and Master was stock still… a statue…

“And Cozy…?” Prompted Celestia…

Master Balled his fist, his teeth clenching visibly. “I still think about her sometimes… It’s still haunting to me to this day. The poor thing was just a child… It was plain to me that something was wrong with her. But despite what I could sense it through Love, not only would she maneuver us away from even approaching the topic of her trauma, but her way with words… She’d have ponies fighting and anxious after just a brief conversation. It’s almost like a curse…”

“And for someone as manipulative and cunning as her… I think that the unfortunate reality is that Kludgetown was an appropriate place to allow her to be matched with her own wit in plotting and manipulation” Celestia reminded him.

Master bobbed his head back and forth noncommittally. “It’s a double-edged sword. She will be getting a taste of her own medicine, but at the same time he will also be honing her craft to perfection rather than taking the lesson of the townsfolk that only coalitions and organizations built on trust and camaraderie thrive there, those that don’t splinter and drift into endless successions of gangs, and everyone else is preyed upon.”

Celestia patted his chest, soothing him. “Quite so, and Capper sends regular reports. He’s keeping an eye on her as asked, and he’s even managed to use his own skill to keep her out of real trouble a few times. Can you believe that, unprompted, he even asked ME if he could arrange for a friendship lesson utilizing some of the gangs in the borough she lives in? I had meant to go over the plan with you later, but he has a rather ingenious idea to put her in a sort of no-win situation… The way he describes it, the more she tries to take advantage of the people involved, the deeper she will dig her own hole.”

That got a smile. Master’s chest leapt in Celestia’s grip as he let out a short but plosive snort of amusement. “Well that is… Sweet in its own way. I guess even trying to stay out of the affairs of the town, it was inevitable that leaving Capper unattended as our ally there would yield… fascinating results.” He shook his head.

“So… would you say we made the best of some bad situations? Prevented as many people as possible from being unprepared for potential danger or suffering because of a single individual?”

He paused, staring at a fixed point on the ground. “Well… yes I suppose so…” he said, shocked at his own conclusion.

“Well then… If I have assuaged your fears, you let us handle trying to sway him… and you do your best to make him welcome, give him the ‘masculine touch’ he’ll respect… but should things go awry, we will trust your judgement as to when and how to act… alright?” Celestia smiled down at him, using her hand to tilt his chin upwards to face her.

Master was silent for a long moment. “I promise to do my utmost to try to get through to them… I will teach them of our ways, and if nothing else… they will leave Equestria’s shores… and if worst comes to worst… we will make the tyrant suffer as he and his supporters destroyed… and save who we can… even if it is only their oppressed slaves…”

Celestia leaned in close, kissing the top of his head. “We shall spare no effort, my dear. I love you…”

Derpy finally piped up from Master’s arms, happily nuzzling under his cheek. “I trust you Master… You’ll do what’s right for everyone. I love you…” She cooed.

Luna’s face remained regal and stoic, but leaned in as well. “Our love will see us through Master… Our love eternal.” She reaffirmed.

Master hugged Derpy to him, leaned into Celestia’s hug, and felt Luna engulf him from his other side.

“I love you too… All of you.”

They remained cuddling for a while like that. Just enjoying each other’s warmth, reveling in their love.

Half an hour later, another small group of ponies approached the stadium. All were mostly naked, beautiful, and shapely in one fashion or another, but the one towering over all of them stood out. Twilight Sparkle trotted in front of the group, leading the pack as she stepped with confidence and grace down the cobblestone.

She had grown to alicorn heights herself, though it was still early in her development into full height, she stood seven and a half feet tall. In terms of figure, since the establishment of the Empire she had sculpted for herself a ‘balanced’ approach to assets and beauty. Whereas her former teacher had among the largest and most desirable breasts in Equestria, And Luna clearly dominated all others in the rear department, Twilight sparkle had a perfect hourglass shape that befitted her status and power without being too overbearing in either category. It was a sensible choice really, plump and slightly oblong basketball-sized tits accentuated by a thick and juicy chair-filling ass made for two equally attractive points of contact for any lover. Having both be large but firm also allowed them to balance out her movement. As an Alicorn, she could carry almost any weight of assets, but having them relatively equal like this allowed for more comfortable movement as she flashed what she had to the world. To show off these assets more effectively, she wore on her torso a push-up bra with a corset and a fashionable dark purple garter belt which held up a pair of glittering star-spattered dark purple stockings that terminated in jet black horseshoes that clacked loudly on the cobblestone. On her head, she wore what appeared to be a purple and white nun’s habit that concealed most of her neatly cropped mane. Though no nun in any other world would have worn a silver necklace with a depiction of a heart that had both a stylized vagina in the center and a depiction of a cock piercing through it at an angle like a parody of cupid’s arrow. Also as she strode the formidable beauty seemed to emit a constant field of magical energy from her extremities, perceptible as a faint lavender heat haze that shimmered from her horn and hands when she wasn’t particularly concentrating. Her eyes, accentuated by dark eyeshadow, along with her luscious lips coated in lipstick slightly darker purple than her coat, seemed fixed in a grin of confidence, eagerness, and arousal.

Anypony who known the shy, bookish, and sexually repressed unicorn Twilight Sparkle before the establishment of the Empire would have assumed that this goddess of magic and kinkiness striding confidently down the pathway had merely stolen her coat and mane colors in some sensual fashion statement of juxtaposition. Twilight came to a halt in front of Master’s seat and bent in a courtly bow at the hip, gesturing to the group who had followed her and at the same time showing off the sheer depth of her cleavage.

“Master, may I present myself, your worshipful High Priestess, as well as my slaves: Guard Captain Tempest Shadow, and Sunset Shimmer, who I have chosen as artifact bearer, as well as slave of Mistress Rarity, Blue Moon, all as you requested.” She smirked mischievously and covertly patted Sunset’s ass as she bowed.

As they were introduced, they bowed respectfully. Tempest bending rather stiffly and formally at the waist, Sunset giving a clumsy half-courtesy as the slap to her rump hit her while still maintaining a grip on a steel attaché case in her arms, and Blue Moon bobbing in a cordial bow with a flourish of his hand, keeping the royal blue uniform frock coat and silk pants gripped in his other hand from touching the ground.

Twilight straightened. “Though I am curious as to why you asked us to come out here. The servant you sent spoke of an invasion? Is this some sort of test?” Her lips softened a bit as her expression was replaced by a look of curious interest.

Master noted she no longer spoke the word ‘test’ with the anxiety and fearful anticipation she had used in light of her previous exams and trials. He smiled; Twilight Sparkle no longer had any doubts of her abilities it seemed. “Well, sort of, they’ve agreed to play along with my compromise. Are you familiar with the nation of Caribou that live beyond the Yaket Range in the north?”

Twilight brightened “Yes, in my readings we were last aware they were ruled by King Svardagr, and are quite warlike, being pillagers, rapists, and slavers of the unpleasant sort, though they have mainly fought and conquered the dangerous creatures and tribes that live in bugbear and Kitsune territory. They are known to be incredibly misogynistic as well…”

The side of her mouth tugged into a grimace of distain. “This culturally ingrained attitude arises likely from the sexual dimorphism experienced by the species, whereby the males, or stags, are known to be large and as strong as the average mortal earth pony, but also with powerful magics in the form of runes that they can create. Females, or cows, by contrast, are somewhat smaller than the average pony, and are physically demure, and meek in their attitudes. This trend has intensified over the reign of their kingdom, as their physical differences have biologically and culturally encouraged the stags to believe that all women are inferior, and therefore cannot CONCEIVE of a female of any kind being better than they are at something.”

She scowled at that, and punctuated her lecture by casually thrusting out her chest and adjusting her hefty boobs so that they sat more securely and firmly in the grip of her corset. Sunset Shimmer and Blue Moon, who stood right next to this display, were mesmerized at the gentle jiggle of the priestess’s breasts as they settled. Tempest, by contrast, seemed far more pleased to see Mistress-Goddess Luna, and gave her a firm nod. The dark blue titaness nodded sedately back, but shifted her gaze back to Twilight to listen.

“I take it that there’s more to the test than just knowing about the Caribou, however?” Twilight flashed a knowing smile, and sauntered closer, the slaves behind her now getting a look at the garter belt’s suspenders straining to contain her plush rump.

Master nodded approvingly. “I never doubted your encyclopedic knowledge would fail you Twilight, though our information seems to be out of date, as a Caribou calling himself Dainn claims to represent his people as their king… I am uncertain how his people perceive him, but he’s here now, and he wants to destroy Equestria through his people’s usual tactics of pillaging, raping, and taking unwilling slaves... I told him he could!” He paused for dramatic effect, throwing out a theatrical hand as if to fling open the door for the invaders.

Twilight was finally caught off guard, stopping in her tracks, her eyes going wide as dinner plates, and her mouth dropping open in shock. Sunset and Blue Moon too had looks of distress and fear on their faces as well, color draining out of their cheeks in shock.

“What!? But… you’re not going to let them hurt us Master!? You wouldn’t do that!” Sunset blurted out, clutching the case in her hands to her chest like a comforting pillow.

“Come on, it’s obvious, He’s got a trick up his sleeve.” Tempest Shadow huffed dryly. She hadn’t budged an inch upon hearing the declaration and raised only her scarred eye’s thin black eyebrow in response.

Master smirked “…Of course not Sunset, I told him he COULD, but he would first need to complete the three challenges I have set for him. Ones I believe I’ve set him up to fail in.”

His erstwhile audience visibly relaxed. Next to Master, Celestia giggled a little, Luna simply smiled approvingly at Tempest’s display of stoicism.

Sunset didn’t seem completely reassured. “B-but… what if he DOES win them? I-I’m sure you wouldn’t allow Equestria to be given over to someone like… that…but…”

Master held up a placating hand. “Of course, I do not desire to put Equestria in danger… but Dainn is arrogant, he doesn’t seem to conceive of the power that is wielded by just the women present in this stadium, let alone everypony in Equestria, and from what the scouts reported to Captain Sentry, their main army has set up a war camp below, with their airships… I don’t know how they got those…” He looked over at Tempest.

Tempest Shadow tossed her wine-red frill of a mane and replied in her serene, silken, and sultry voice. “They looked to be of Abyssinian technology… I don’t know how they managed to acquire them either, but they were modified to fit the aesthetic of the longboats we saw on the northern shores. Their landing ships if I had to give a guess.”

Master nodded. “But regardless, even if we win all 3 challenges, all with mares as the victor, he can’t conceive of a mare being better than him… and moreover they can’t conceive a mare having ANY sort of autonomy. It’s morally wrong to them, and I suspect they WILL go to war with us eventually, regardless of the outcome. When I made my challenge, I never expected for a moment that he would actually follow through with his promise to leave when we win… but I have zero doubts we shall win.”

He paused to let that sink in… Despite the dire circumstances, all present seemed to brighten a bit at his confidence in them, then he sucked in a breath.

“If… IF… he does leave, and any sense of honor he has wins out over his beliefs today… that is acceptable. We then fortify our shores just in case and render aid to his next victims. But if he reneges on his promise, we can incapacitate their leader, his best soldiers, and show them all that we can do in one stroke. I used these specific challenges to show off just how outmatched they are…”

He fixed a twinkling gaze upon the assembled ponies and bounced the small grey one he held in his arms. He planted a kiss on her cheek and Derpy giggled happily. “…and I’ve chosen the best ponies for the job, I know you are the best hope for Equestria!”

The assembled ponies smiled delightedly, even Tempest blushed a little at the compliment. Derpy gave Master another squeeze and nuzzled his chin.

“I’ve chosen Derpy and Tempest because I intend to use their particular skills in some of the challenges to make a point about their ideas of sex and power, and most of the rulers of Equestria are here to give Dainn a good enough selection, though I’m sure being the misogynist pricks they are, he’ll pick me or Shining Armor when we bring him over for the final challenge of a fight between leaders. Sombra I am holding in reserve for now… even if he’s heard of him, I doubt Dain’s heard he’s turned against his mother and his evil nature…”

He glanced again at Twilight. “Did Shining get my message? Is he ready to come over actually? I know this was short notice.”

Twilight nodded. “I sent him an emergency message with Spike, and he responded privately to me through our magic that he’d be ready soon, I’ll check on him again!” she looked up and stared off into a point in space above their heads.

Sunset Shimmer looked over at the larger blue stallion next to her, noting the clothing in his hand before turning to Master and speaking. “Shall we dress you Master? Or would you like to enjoy a little fuck with one of us first?” She stared hopefully over at him, shuffling her hooves a little as she blushed embarrassedly for her forwardness, despite the offer being the equivalent of a handshake in the Immortal Empire.

Master smiled encouragingly at her. “Dressing yes, but no fucking just now Sunset, thank you. Tell you what, you and High Priestess Twilight can help me out if I pop a boner during the challenges… Goodness knows I get them enough just watching subjects as happy and beautiful as you!”

A blush, red as a glowing stoplight spread across her cheeks. All Sunset could let out was a little “Yes Master… thank you Master.” As she stirred a hoof on the ground.

His aura of warmth and love engulfed her, and Sunset’s blush deepened. Coming from a relatively puritan existence in a high-school purgatory still affected her in her life in the Empire. Master knew that she could be terribly flustered at times, but that just made her cuter in his opinion. Twilight knew that as well as he did and had called first dibs on her when Sunset had decided to submit herself to the life of a slave.

Twilight giggled. “Shining needs a minute or two, so let’s get you looking presentable, Master. Of course, I’m going to need to check your ass to accurately ‘ass’ess whether you should wear the pants with it!” She smiled playfully.

Master smiled coyly and stood, and Luna rose as well, pacing past Twilight and embracing Tempest Shadow. Despite their vast difference in height, everyone could practically hear the scraping of hardened abs against abs as the two warrior women hugged fiercely.

“Of course. You will give her a second opinion, won’t you Blue Moon?” Master threw a seductive look at the handsome looking stallion, who had been waiting patiently while his rulers finished their conversation.

He seemed taken aback as well, and his deep and mellow voice stammered out a reply after a second or two of flapping his jaw. “Oh, uh… of course Master! I’m not so adept at hand-measuring as my mistress, but I shall of course do my best!”

Master threw a coy look behind him as he stood in front of Blue Moon with his back facing the older stallion. “You know what I meant Moony… though some validation will be nice. Do what you feel is best!”

Twilight began to flirtatiously unbuckle the straps holding Master’s half-cape and spaulder one by one, and leaned down to passionately kiss him on the lips. At the same time, Blue Moon carefully laid out the uniform on the nearby bench and proceeded to gently run his hands along Master’s sides, squeezing his shoulders down to his waist, then around his hips, taking care not to get in Mistress Twilight’s way as her hands passed through the same areas. He took care to observe where his hands were placed and took in Master's waist measurement, mindful of Twilight's hand as it slipped below his waistline in front. When she was sufficiently 'occupied' there, he slid his hands around Master's chest, again taking in the measurements. He also sensed Master's aura, as well as the auras of the goddesses of Equestria that surrounded him, warmed him, enflamed his libido. He sighed. His wife North Star could make him feel younger than his years and body on top of his magically enhanced life, but Master could make him have the mind of a sex-starved teenager on top of it at times…

He resigned himself to this fact and hugged Master from behind, kissing him on the neck to indicate he was done, trying not to allow his boner to pop up violently to alarm his king. “Master, you’ve shrunk your waist half an inch in the past month perhaps, based on Mistress Rarity’s last measurements, and your chest grown maybe an inch… but I’m certain you can still fit into your uniform…”

Master pulled away from Twilight for a moment to place a kiss on his cheek. “I’ve been chipping away at it, it’s been slow going with Saffron Masala’s cooking, but thank you for the affirmation, Moony. Do inform Mistress Rarity that I’ll be glad to have her adjust it in a month or so.”

Blue Moon nodded “Of course my Lord… do you require anything else from me?”

Master slipped his hand around Blue Moon’s and guided it to hip. “I wouldn’t mind a second opinion on whether or not I should even wear the pants… do take your time, and enjoy yourself…” He relinquished his grip and returned the hand to fondling one of Twilight’s melons.

Blue Moon smiled and sunk his hands into the task his Master had set him.

Sunset watched the display with mounting lust, her pussy starting to let out a subtle drip… drip… drip of pre, but she still dutifully held the case in her hands that held Master’s weapons for the upcoming challenges. She looked on to the beautiful goddess that was Twilight Sparkle gently kissing and fondling Master, and at the silver maned but still beefy and shapely Blue Moon falling slowly to Master’s aura…

She had proposed the idea of a fuck… but it had been Twilight who’d taken the initiative… and of course she was stupid enough to have completely forgotten her duty she still had to guard the case when she had asked Master to play… its contents weren’t something she could just set down willy-nilly… and now she just had to sit there and watch as Master enjoyed her Mistress and some stallion she’d only ever seen working around Rarity’s Canterlot boutique.

She felt the well of frustration and self-doubt flow through her, then the guilt… she shouldn’t be feeling this way… it was Master’s decision who he fucked… and besides, it was her job as a slave to obey wasn’t it? She had signed up to be Twilight’s slave to learn the ropes (sometimes literally with the kinky mare)… come to grips with this changed and blissfully happy Equestria she had returned to. Why then wasn’t she as happy and content as the ponies around her? Why did she feel like when Twilight ‘cut ahead’ in the metaphorical line in front of her that she was being betrayed somehow… was it her lust-addled brain desperate for release? Was she just jealous? Did Master not like her enough to intervene? Did she just need to work harder? To show her total and complete devotion? Was it-?

A gentle, warm, summer breeze engulfed her body from the side and blew these thoughts out of her mind with the delicacy of a feather duster brushing a cross a wooden desk. Sunset looked up, then up even further, at Princess Celestia staring down at her.

“My student, what is it that ails you?” She smiled down at Sunset, and as she did so casually slid a single finger behind the briefcase, down her chest, between her (relatively) modest E -cup breasts, down her perfectly flat and skinny torso, and dipped just below her waistline. “Besides the obvious I mean…” she said coyly, glancing up at the display Sunset had been ogling.

Sunset shivered, and her reply became shakier as the goddess played idly with her body. “Well mistress… I… I just… wanna fuck-… ah!” She cut herself off as Celestia finally reached her aching and erect clit.

“Don’t worry Sunset Shimmer… your time with Master will come. You have all of eternity now… and he is generous with his love… but he can have preferences in the moment, and he may reward the slaves he desires with his own effort, correct?”

Sunset looked over at Master passionately making out with Twilight as she mashed her head-sized breasts into him, and gently jerked his arm-length shaft rhythmically while Blue Moon, a bit shorter than Master, ground his nearly equal-length cock between Master’s thighs.

“I-… I-. Yes Mistress-Goddess… of course…. I was just hoping…” Her eyes tried not to drift over to the blatant display of lust and love less than 10 feet away from her.

She was snapped back to her immediate surroundings when Celestia pried the briefcase effortlessly from her hands, and, holding it between two fingers, slotted it into her impossibly deep cleavage. She tucked the case out of sight with another gentle push of her fingers, and like magic, it was gone from view.

While Sunset was still reeling from this, Celestia effortlessly scooped her up in her arms. Helpless, Sunset just stared bewildered into the angelic face of her Goddess.

“He will reward you for your diligence and devotion in time Sunset. You have only just begun to experience this world and it’s wonders… if Master has sex with a few other ponies before you, then you can fuck somepony else…”

Sunset didn’t know what to say… Celestia continued to placatingly comfort her… but she still furtively glanced with longing at Master, another swell of emotions filling her chest… and her loins...

Celestia halted her lecture, sensing her audience was less than receptive. But continued to stroke Sunset’s hair comfortingly. Her finger also buried its tip in her marehood now… Sunset had barely noticed, the teasing feeling almost as good as the penetration itself… She let out a moan as Celestia continued as gently as feather to work her way deeper…

Twilight Sparkle now knelt in front of Master, and she was slurping and gulping down more than half of Master’s length with each satisfied moan that rippled through her vocal cords. Blue Moon was now thrusting more forcefully between Master’s sturdy and shapely thighs. Master stood tall and rigid, his hand gently gripping Twilight’s hair just behind her horn. Sunset licked her lips longingly.

Then Princess Luna and Tempest Shadow strode casually in front of this scene. Luna eyeing it approvingly as she passed, then looking over to Celestia. Tempest, by contrast, was looking pointedly away, seemingly trying to concentrate in front of her.

“We shall spar for the moment sister… my student desires a different sort of ‘entertainment’.” Luna announced and patted Tempest Shadow’s shoulder, a powerful impact that shuddered the very air around them, but Tempest seemed unaffected.

Tempest, for her part, was entirely blasé even as Master audibly huffed and moaned behind her.

“Mmmm… going deeper Twi? You fucking slut… ooh! Heheheh! You still like it when I call you that I see…!” He chuckled, breathing hard with his exertion.

“I just want to warm up before it’s time to fight… I can only hope my opponents will be challenging, but I know Mistress-Goddess Luna will be able to test me.” Tempest grinned toothily, punching her own fist with a powerful *smack*.

Luna smiled eagerly, then tossed her flowing mane behind her as she looked to Celestia. “Should you desire myself or my body, you know you can call on me, sister…”

Celestia bent a little and gave Luna a long and loving kiss on her lips. “And I the same. For all of eternity, sister…”

She reached over to Tempest as well, allowing her mountainous boobs to smother Sunset, still bundled in her arms. Sunset squawked and protected her face from the avalanche of titflesh, and Celestia planted an extraordinarily careful and platonic kiss on the top of the plum-colored pony’s head, just below her shattered horn.

“Have fun, Tempest… you truly are braver than many ponies I know, and my sister ranks among those you know! You are more than capable of being Equestria’s champion, and your resolve is as strong as any of our powers over magic and matter.”

Tempest seemed a little tense at this unprompted compliment, but looked gratefully up at Celestia. “Thank you, Mistress-Goddess…”

Luna clapped Tempest on the back, a thunderclap of sound and force that could have chipped stone, and caused Celestia’s tits to wobble as Sunset came up for breath.

Tempest took the blow with a bit more acknowledgement than the last, hunching her shoulders. “Let’s go, Luna. I’m curious if I can take a blow from that thing…” She gestured to Luna’s weapon.

Luna hefted her mace and followed. “You surely could. The test then shall be if I can land a blow!”

When the two had departed, Celestia leaned back, and her titanic globes slid off of Sunset’s head and plopped onto her knees on either side of her former student. Sunset was now effectively trapped between the two massive orbs of pure white boob.

“Well, my dear Sunset… Everyone else seems to be pairing up, we should get partners before somepony is left out!” She grinned as she laid back along the bench seat, allowing one leg to sit under and between Sunset’s own, each one as thick as a wine barrel and as soft as a cushion. The other leg bent around and propped itself up behind Sunset, nudging her tight bubble butt flank closer.

As her thighs parted a little, Sunset could see under Celestia’s thickly pudgy belly the bright pink slit that had reduced the number of virgins in the city of Canterlot to zero along with her Master. She blushed as she noted the alicorn’s wetness that matched her own.

“Well I… hah… however I can please you, I will Princes- I mean Mistress-Goddess!” She corrected herself hastily, readjusting herself to settle into her doughy prison and reach Celestia’s slit with her relatively tiny hand.

“Hee hee~! Hey… I’m getting pretty heated up… Are we starting the fuck yet?” Derpy popped up next to Sunset, and gave Celestia a walleyed look of arousal that nonetheless looked simply adorable.

Celestia giggled and hugged her close. “Quite right, Derpy… let us celebrate the power of love together!” She bent low and locked muzzled with a stunned Sunset deeply, and all 3 mares were soon lost in each other just as Master was soon lost in his partners, Luna and Tempest shadow beginning their bout out on the field in the middle of the stadium…

When Dainn and his entourage arrived, flanked by a small contingent of his most avid soldiers and commanders, was greeted with the sight of utter debauchery and abhorrence! Lesbianism… women warriors… and what was Master DOING with his slave? And with another male no less? He was allowing the WOMAN to take charge of BOTH of them!? Dainn’s face remained stoic but for the curling scowl digging into his cheek, clearly this country was more backwards than any Caribou could conceive…

Author's Note

I return!

Well, for the moment.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and I hope to delight and amaze once again with my stories of sex and sensuality with a bit of political thriller thrown in there!