It was early afternoon when Twilight got home.

Twilight sprawled out on her couch, and let out a blissful sigh. Her muscles felt sore. Who would’ve thought that life as an alicorn would be so exhausting?

Even this new one—she’d bought it less than two weeks ago—had never been designed with alicorns in mind. Twilight’s hooves dangled across the armrest opposite her head. She had gotten used to that by now, but the thought of commissioning Princess Celestia’s personal carpenter to get herself something ‘appropriately sized’ was oddly tempting, and made her feel all fuzzy inside.

Ancient Arcana in the context of spatio-temporal Clairvoyance left its shelf and floated towards the alicorn, wrapped in the wobbling magenta of her magic. It was a monstrous tome, weighing in at some 800 pages in length, and bound in the glorious 12 x 19 inch folio format.

With a wink of her magic the book opened on page 437, and revealed a wondrous (and colorful!) diagram of flow lines emerging from a peculiar artifact when put into a certain type of spatial-arcane field. Just looking at it nearly made Twilight drool, but sullying these pages with her bodily fluids was—of course—completely out of the question.

Twilight sighed happily, fingers wriggling with excitement. She turned the page, and was greeted with dense, terminology-laden paragraphs on highly specialized academic topics, the kind that’d make most ponies recoil with fear and incomprehension. Twilight was not ‘most ponies’.

She loved it.

Twilight started reading.

Before she’d even finished the chapter, someone turned the doorknob, before slamming open the door. Twilight slipped a bookmark between the pages.

Rainbow Dash swaggered into the room. “...Aaanyway, as I was saying. So that musician, the grey one. The high-society one. You should’ve seen the look on her face as I told her how big it is, like, her jaw just dropped...oh hi, Twilight.” Rainbow winced as she noticed Twilight, her gaze darting back and forth between the alicorn and the door.

“Uhh...uhh...”

Twilight merely cocked a brow while Rainbow Dash continued to fidget, a bead of sweat appearing on her forehead.

Then Fluttershy entered, carrying two heavy bags of groceries. “...Oh goodness, good afternoon, Twi...!” She was as cheerful as ever, merelya little exhausted, and flustered by Dash’s story.

“...Anyway, how are you doing, Twi? Fluttershy was just uh, accompanying me as I ran errands, and now we’re back.” Dash grinned awkwardly. She wore the nervous smile of a pegasus who still remembered exactly how grumpy Twilight had been the last time Dash had tried to offload her chores on someone else.

The amazonian alicorn barely resisted the urge to facepalm, and settled for giving Dash a thoroughly unamused deadpan.

Dash pouted. “C’mon Twi, don’t be like that. Flutters offered to help me, it’s not like I made her do it. So...we’re cool, right?...right?”

A wink of Twilight’s magic plucked the grocery bags from Fluttershy’s hands, and tossed them into Rainbow’s arms. Dash scrambled to catch and hold them, and just barely managed to not drop either of them.

“...Alright, fiiiiine. I guess I’ll take care of that, then. But then we’re even, okay?”

Dash’s question was met with a flat look which suggested one, and only one, thing: Any word she spoke would merely compromise her chances of getting a piece of Twilight’s fat, purple dick this evening. A truly horrible fate. Twilight wielded her ‘powers’ (or penis, as the case may be) without remorse.

Rainbow gulped, and dashed off to the kitchen.

Twilight let out a thoughtful ‘hrm’. Fluttershy smiled, unsure what to say. She fidgeted for a moment, and then spoke up. “Uhm...i-it’s true, I offered to help her, Twi. I-I didn’t mind! You’re not m-mad at her, are you?”

“I know that you did, Fluttershy. I know.” Twilight pulled the pegasus into a gentle, short kiss. “And no, I’m not mad at her. Or at you. But...see, Princess Celestia told me that it’s very important to surround myself with ponies who take their tasks seriously, rather than trying to slack off or do as little work as possible. And...okay, I don’t think Dash is trying to be lazy, she’s just a little bratty sometimes. She’s used to doing her chores whenever she feels like it, and this is her adjusting, and rebelling, to living with others. She’ll come around sooner or later.”

“So, you’re really not mad at her?”

“No. In fact, I think Dash would be disappointed if I’d let her off too easily. She might even want me to put her in her place. She’s just testing the boundaries, like she probably did back in flight school.”

Fluttershy blinked, evidently trying to wrap her head around that.

“Just...you know, promise me that you let her carry the groceries next time, okay? You are pregnant. At least as pregnant as Rainbow Dash, even. Don’t overexert yourself.” Twilight smiled. “Want to give me another kiss?”

Fluttershy beamed. The two kissed. Fluttershy practically melted into Twilight, wrapping her arms around the towering alicorn shestud, and leaning against her. She let out a happy little sigh, staring up. Twilight felt the pegasus’ baby bump squish against her groin. “Uhm...Twi...would you mind if we...you know...I’d love to h-help you r-relax a little, and make you feel good, i-if you’d like...” Fluttershy’s voice decreased in volume as she spoke, the last few words being near inaudible.

The alicorn brushed her fingers through Fluttershy’s mane, and nodded. The pegasus purred.

Twilight reclaimed her spot on the couch, this time slightly angled towards the edge. Her legs were spread, her left hoof remaining on the floor, while her right leg rested on the couch’s arm rest. The position was ever so slightly awkward, but it provided just enough space for Fluttershy to pamper the alicorn’s heavy, intoxicating cock with all the worship it demanded, and which Fluttershy was more than eager to give.

Ancient Arcana in the context of spatio-temporal Clairvoyance levitated into position in front of Twilight’s face, ready to ‘save’ the alicorn before she’d get too distracted. She’d shielded the monstrous tome beneath several layers of spells, which was more than enough to protect it from stray spurts of precum. It was rather amusing how something that had once been considered kinky and lewd was now so mundane that it barely slowed her reading down.

Twilight resumed reading, while down below her dick hardened in anticipation.

Fluttershy’s spot was right in front of the shestallion’s package. She knelt down, her modest sweater doing little to contain the sheer magnitude of the motherly pegasus’ breath-taking bustline. She’d been very well endowed to start with, and had only grown as her pregnancy progressed. At this point, ‘stacked beyond belief’ was a severe understatement, considering that the number of mares bigger than her could be counted on one hand. Fluttershy shifted closer, her heaving breasts coming to rest on Twilight’s bulging package. All that separated the two were a few layers of fabric.

The pegasus fumbled, flushed and excited. Fluttershy finally mared up the confidence to reach for Twilight’s skirt, and gently tugged it upwards, out of the way. The heady, mind-fogging scent of sex that surrounded the alicorn’s crotch tripled in intensity. No underwear whatsoever, courtesy of Ponyville’s newest mothers-to-be, Lyra and Bon-Bon.

She took a deep breath, and flooded her nostrils with the intoxicating aroma of Twilight’s heavenly cock. The mere scent made her wings twitch and stiffen. It was so good. It made her feel warm and fuzzy, just like she had on that fateful day while Twilight had bred her, and fueled that deep, ‘shameful’ fixation Fluttershy had developed for the alicorn’s lovely shaft. She’d never thought that she would enjoy it so much. Where once the mere thought of oral sex would leave her beet-red and speachless out of fluster and embaressment, here she was: Reaching for Twilight’s flaccid shaft to tug it out from beneath her tits, fully devoted to worshipping every little inch of the alicorn’s cock.

Fluttershy was soon engrossed in the act of stroking Twilight’s cock, both of her hands massaging the veiny, thickening pole with steady, rhythmical movements, leaning in whenever she kissed it. There was more than enough dick to keep her busy for a while. Down below, Twilight’s swollen nuts churned with their load, gravid with seed. Fluttershy hefted one of them. They felt so heavy! They had to be heavy, really. With how virile and studly the amazon was, expecting anything less would be silly. It was a good thing Twilight had cum gluttons like Pinkie Pie to keep her from clogging up the plumbing, which wasn’t exactly designed to handle gallons of thick, sticky semen on a daily basis.

Fluttershy doted on Twilight’s twitching, stiffening cock with the sole purpose of making her shestud of a friend happy, and earning another addictive, intoxicating load of viscous, delicious, belly-stuffing, sperm-packed jizz from her. Twilight’s cock twitched, and pumped out a wad of precum. Even after all the sex she’d already had today, she was as virile and ready to go as ever. Truly, she could easily be the one-shestallion catalyst to a regional baby boom. Fluttershy latched on to the flare, and suckled, tongue swirling around and against Twi’s cockhead.

The alicorn shuddered a little, and focused on her book, even as her cock stiffened and hardened under the relentless, devoted worship of her friend, and even though it was just a matter of time until Fluttershy would go topless, and milk her cock with her breasts.

Twilight let out a sigh, happy and content with the world.

Figuring out how to sort groceries into Twilight’s shelves had taken a while, at least while following the alicorn’s detailed storage system, designed to ensure that everything, big or small, had exactly one (1) place, and could be found immediately once one had memorized and understood the appropriate tables. That, or just figuring it out as you go and struggling through it because reading the complex diagram was for nerds, everyone else understanding it just fine notwithstanding.

Dash scratched the back of her head. She would’ve just thrown everything into whichever shelf was closest, but hey, it was not worth it as long as her evening dicking was at stake.

Rainbow returned just as Twilight reached her peak. The kitchen door provided her with an excellent view towards the couch. Fluttershy was still kneeling, pampering Twilight’s cock.

The alicorn was biting down on her lower lip, fighting to stay focused on her tome, even as every single inch of her cock begged her to finally take charge, and plow Fluttershy hard enough to make her see stars. These pleas were to no avail, though, even as Fluttershy’s immense breasts smacked against Twilight’s crotch over, and over, and over, their surface glistening with titsweat and precum. The pegasus’ backside moved in time with her ministrations, wings stiff and proud. She was utterly lost in the task of service.

Just as that purple behemoth of a flare began to thicken, Fluttershy’s lips wrapped around it, still struggling—just a little bit—to fit it into her mouth. Then, one moment later, the first heady, sperm-packed rope of hot, oatmeal-thick cum burst from Twilight’s cock, and splattered against the back of Fluttershy’s mouth. She winced—just once, purely instinctively—and then obediently began to swallow. No squeaking, gurgling, struggling, or pulling out. She’d done this a lot, evidently. Anyone who’d given Twilight a blowjob could attest to the prodigious output of her orgasms, and the difficulty in keeping up with it to not spill any. Clearly, she was better at this than Dash, and Dash wasn’t even sure if she should feel jealous about that.

Fluttershy kept milking Twilight for all she had to offer, even as thick wads, entire mouthfuls of addictive, dense cum gushed down her throat and into her belly.

“...woah.” Dash whispered to herself. Her wings stiffened with a ‘pomf’.

The steady spurts of semen turned into a trickle, and Fluttershy slowly pulled her head backwards. Twilight’s flare popped from her lips, a trickle of semen still dribbling from its cumslit. The pegasus licked it up. Not a single drop of seed wasted. Her wings fluttered with happiness—a job well done. She lifted Twilight’s now slightly-less-swollen balls, and rewarded each with a wet, doting kiss. “T-thank you, Twilight...” she whispered. “J-just call me if you need anything e-else, okay?”

Twilight let out a little sigh, and leaned forwards. Fluttershy looked up at her with wide-open puppy eyes. The alicorn brushed through her mane, leaned close and placed a kiss right on Fluttershy’s muzzle.

“Good girl.”

The doting, cum-addicted cow of a pegasus squeaked, and went beet-red within seconds. “Eeep!” Fluttershy slowly rose to her hooves, mumbling words of thanks. Twilight sent her off to get some rest.

On the other end of the room, Rainbow Dash practically fumed with jealousy. ‘Good girl.’. Dash huffed. She was bargaining with herself, but not even a trained, nationally ranked, stubborn athlete such as her was capable of the mental gymnastics necessary to discard what she’d felt. Hearing Twilight call Fluttershy that instead of her had stung, and what annoyed Dash even more was that she felt like this in the first place.

Hrmpf.

Rainbow Dash’s eyes drifted towards Twilight, then towards her shaft. It’s not like she wanted to suck Twilight’s dick that badly, right?

Hrmpf.

A few minutes passed.

Twilight heard someone approach. She knew who it was, of course. Dash was still grumbling, but that didn’t stop her from getting down right where Fluttershy had been, and using her chance to bury her muzzle in the sweaty cleft of the alicorn stud’s heavy, sweltering nuts. She took a deep, deep whiff of Twilight’s musk. Fuck, that hit the spot. Sometimes it felt like she could get high on that scent alone.

Twilight ignored her, even as Dash—grumbling and huffing the entire time—fondled and squeezed her balls, and then wrapped a hand around her flaccid cock.

“Hrmpf. Hey, Twi? What, you asleep or something?”

No response.

Dash stroked Twilight’s dick, a hint of a smug grin on her lips. “Look, are you just going to sit there while I do whatever I want with your dick, or what? Didn’t you want to deny me, or something like that?”

Still nothing.

“Uuuugh, you’re the worst. Don’t just ignore me, Twi!” Her grip tightened in frustration. Twilight’s dick stiffened a little as Dash jerked her off with frustrated pumps. A bead of precum formed at the flare. Dash stared at it. Her nostrils flared, then her temptation got the better of her and she licked it up. Guh. She just couldn’t stop herself. The virile, salty taste flooded her mouth. She shuddered. So good.

This vein of servicing continued for a few minutes, before—finally—Dash mumbled something that, if you listened closely, sounded suspiciously like an apology. “Look Twi, I’m like...sorry. You hear that? You happy now?” Her muzzle was buried into Twilight’s balls though, and the words were practically unintelligible.

Still no response. Just the dull, lazy twitching of Twilight’s half-hard horsecock, and the heady scent of her balls.

“Uuugh. Look, I mean it. I was being a dick. I just wanted to...I dunno, see what you’d do. I thought it’d be funny, okay? That’s why I teased you this morning.”

Rainbow Dash sucked on one of the alicorn’s heavy balls, sucking some of the skin into her mouth, before releasing it with a meaty ‘pop’. She took another whiff of Twilight’s scent. A kiss followed, then a second one. Dash was rewarded with a trickle of precum. “And...” Rainbow gulped. “...about the Fluttershy thing...look, I dunno, I just thought I’d feel clever if I did that, okay? Wasn’t really in retrospect. I guess that was kinda mean of me. Look, I won’t do it again, okay?”

She kissed Twilight’s nuts, again and again. Her right hand was gently jerking the alicorn’s half-stiffy, the other hefted her left nut. “C’mooooon Twi...” Dash whimpered with frustration. “Just gimme something to work with. I’m like, begging you for a response and kissing your nuts, and you’re just ignoring me. You want me to do Fluttershy’s chores for a week? Fine, I’ll do that, I guess.”

The alicorn finally stirred.

Dash perked up, and stared up at the towering alicorn princess. At Twilight, her friend. At Twilight, her ~~mistress~~ stud. Twilight closed her book and set it to the side, a hint of a self-satisfied smile on her lips.

She leaned closer, and brushed Rainbow Dash’s mane. The pegasus flustered, and found herself leaning into it like she’d never let herself before.

“Hey, Dashie?”

Rainbow blinked. “Y-yes...?”

Twilight smirked. “Good. Girl.”

Rainbow’s brain instantly short-circuited in a civil war of conflicting emotions. She felt like she could melt into a puddle from the raw, unadulterated joy such simple praise brought her, and was so mortified and embarassed that she felt like she was about to fucking die. She stuttered, tense as a board, struggling to form a coherent thought, and desperately trying to get her voice to cooperate.
“Hrkf... T-Twilight, I—” The library bell rang, and someone knocked at the door.

Dash lurched, caught completely off-guard and quite startled, and the cutest, most marely and feminine squeak of her entire life loudly escaped her lips. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to strangle whoever interrupted them, or give them her eternal gratitude.
Twilight got up.

Her skirt fell back into place, but a certain part of her anatomy wasn’t going to go down that quickly, leaving the alicorn with an awkward, poorly hidden skirt-bulge as she made her way towards the door.

Twilight opened the door, and found herself staring down at Ponyville’s resident mailmare, Derpy Hooves. Said mare wore a bright, if somewhat wall-eyed, smile on her face.

“Hi Twilight! I’ve got a letter for you! Usually I’d just throw it into your mailbox, but this one has Princess Celestia’s seal on it, so...”

She fumbled with her bag, and pulled out a letter. She stared at it, awed by the sigil on its front.

Twilight blinked. “A letter? From Princess Celestia? But Spike...oh, right, of course. He’s in Canterlot, after all. Can’t wait to explain all this to him. Or to the princess, for that matter.” Twilight shook her head. Derpy grinned, and presented the letter. “Explain all what to him?”

The alicorn blinked. She glanced downwards, briefly staring at the mailmare’s developing baby bump, before tearing her eyes away. Her attention returned to Derpy’s face.

“Oh, you know...a few mares got pregnant, and all that.” She grinned awkwardly. Derpy made a dismissive gesture. “Psh. Don’t worry so much about it. He’s Spike. He’s like, almost your oldest friend and partner. He’ll understand. I think.”

Twilight scratched the back of her head, and took the letter. “...I guess so, Derpy, I guess so.”

The mailmare shrugged. “...Anyway, I’ll be off. Got plenty of mail left to deliver. See you, Twi!”

Twilight shut the door, and opened the letter as she made her way back to the couch. She had no idea where Rainbow Dash went, but right now she had more pressing matters to attend to.

Her eyes scanned the page, taking in Princess Celestia’s beautiful, well-practiced handwriting.

Dear Twilight,

...Spike is doing well...

...your ascension...

...it has been a while...

...visit...

...See you soon, Princess Celestia.

By the time she was finished reading, Twilight was hyperventilating.

There was a whole lot that she’d have to explain.

Author's Note

Cliffhanger ending. Sequel might just happen at some point. For now I've got plenty of other things I wanted to write.

A story in which Twilight struggles with the results of her ascension just doesn't feel complete without Celestia, y'know?

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