The doors slammed shut behind Twilight's back. She stood alone before Tempest, defenseless and powerless, but not broken. For several seconds, only the heavy steps of the departing guards split the silence as she and Tempest wordlessly regarded one another.
Twilight did her best to look calm and dignified despite the situation, and for the most part, she even succeeded. But her nervousness was showing in her eyes, in their erratic, sudden movements as she scanned the room and her captor for clues about her uncertain fate. Tempest's expression did not give her intent away, though the sheer size of her big, hardened body was enough to place some uncomfortable notions in Twilight's head.
"How are you enjoying your new life, princess? Still thinking that your friends might suddenly swoop in and save you? Or have you finally grown some common sense?" Tempest questioned the mare, her lips stretching into a not-so-subtle smirk.
"Your hateful endeavor has nothing to do with common sense," Twilight answered solemnly. "The world you're trying to build will not be kind to anyone, not even to yourself."
"I have no need for kindness. The world has shown me none, so frankly, I don't even see what I stand to lose." Tempest stepped forward, approaching Twilight like a cornered prey.
The closer she drew, the more evident the stark difference between the two mares became. Twilight had to look up to see her much taller captor eye-to-eye, making her faux show of confidence even less convincing. It certainly didn't help that her gaze was also occasionally drifting down to a massive bulge between Tempest's legs, the mare's tight black full-body suit doing nothing to conceal that obscenely huge objectprotruding from her crotch. On the contrary, the smooth fabric accentuated the thing just as well as it did her toned muscles, making sure everyone around Tempest knew that she was not only ripped like an Amazon Goddess, but also packed some serious heat down below.
As far as Twilight saw, neither Tempest nor her minions had shown any particular attention to this fact. But the young Princess of Friendship was not nearly as used to such an apparent display of sexual dominance, her imagination running wild after a mere glance at the scantily concealed tool.
"Maybe you should be the one reevaluating your positions, hmm? There is a reason why you stand here scared, helpless before me, and not the other way around. You know what that reason is?" Tempest closed the gap between them, towering over Twilight. She clearly enjoyed looking down on her victim, her ego feeding upon the sense of superiority it afforded her.
"Power... Power, and the will to use it. That's what your kind lacks. Your reliance on others has made you weak. Even now you're pointlessly hoping for a miracle, for your friends to fly in and save you, instead of trying to forge a path out by yourself."
"I would be out in a flash if only I saw the smallest opening. Surely, you know that too, or you wouldn't have taken as many precautions as you have," Twilight said, distinctly feeling the alicorn-grade dampener secured on her horn. "Are you trying to coax me into a careless escape attempt that you could then use to justify some sick punishment?"
"Hahaha, as if I would need any justification for that." Tempest brought her hand to Twilight's neck, giving it a short, possessive squeeze. "The one and only reason you have it as good as you do is that I have willed so. Your continued well-being is solely reliant on your usefulness to me." She raised her arm further up, casually threading her fingers through Twilight's multi-colored hair. "A smart mare would use that knowledge to her advantage. It shouldn't be too difficult for her to understand who she has to please if she cares at all for her own good."
"I'm not going to help you enslave my kingdom, Tempest. Don't even dream about that." Twilight shook her head defiantly, attempting to dislodge the other mare's palm from her locks.
It wasn't so easy to do, though – Tempest's grip was iron-strong, and her desire to bend others to her will was even stronger. She let Twilight have her moment of defiance, only to grab the mare's hair even harder as soon as she was finished with her outburst.
"I don't need your help with that. The fate of Equestria has already been decided. It's your own future that you should worry about." Tempest tugged forcefully on Twilight's mane, turning her head up. The sudden pain made the princess grimace, but her somber mask returned a second later.
"I've had my eyes on you for a while, Twilight. That pretty body of yours shouldn't go to waste." Tempest relaxed her grip and glided her palm softly across Twilight's head. "You could do much worse than to become my bed-mare. None would dare harm you when you're under my protection, not even the Storm King."
Utterly ridiculous! Twilight's rebellious mind immediately cursed the very notion of such a demeaning arrangement. Yet she couldn't help but consider, at least for a moment, what it would be like to share a bed with this strong, hung mare. She glanced involuntarily at Tempest's bulge, her nethers twitching at the mere thought of what that thing would do to her pussy. Considering that Tempest was making such a proposition at all, Twilight might not even have much of a choice in the end. So it was quite prudent of her tight royal cunny to start preparing for the worst, regardless of her opinion on the matter.
"This is beyond outrageous! You can't seriously expect me to agree," Twilight fumed, the expression of disgust helping to keep her focused on what really mattered – the fate of her friends, and not the hefty log between Tempest's legs.
"I don't need your agreement. But it would be better for you if you pleased me willingly. It shouldn't be much of a problem for you – with all the looks you've given to my cock, I'm sure you'd just love to study it more intimately." Tempest rubbed her crotch as she spoke, deliberately attracting Twilight's attention to it. "I'll even be kind enough to let you get familiar with it first, instead of simply wrecking your cunt as I'd do with any other mare. Cherish the opportunity I'm giving you."
Twilight stiffened as contradictory thoughts swarmed through her mind. She absolutely did not want to let herself be reduced to something like this. Yet, just as she feared, Tempest wasn't going to let Twilight's disagreement stop her. The villainous mare was fully prepared to take what she wanted with force, of which she clearly had aplenty. Was there even any sense in trying to resist?
As Twilight attempted to come up with a way out, some part of her mind had already recognized the unavoidable nature of her surrender. Her pussy oozed with its natural lube, preparing for the inevitable while the mare considered her options.
Truth be told, under any other circumstances Twilight would've probably found the thought of having sex with a mare as jacked and well-equipped as Tempest to be quite appealing. But this wasn't even close to anything that could be described as a normal relationship. On the contrary, what Tempest was proposing amounted to nothing less than sexual slavery. Twilight could never honestly agree to something so despicable, could she?
"I see you're now putting some thought into my offer," Tempest continued, smiling as Twilight stalled with her reply. "How about I give you a feel of what I'm packing, maybe that will help you reach a resolution?"
She placed her palms on the mare's shoulders, sliding them softly down her arms. Soon, Tempest's fingers curled around Twilight's wrists in a firm, but careful grip. The Princess of Friendship didn't dare to resist as her hands were slowly pulled down to her captor's crotch, giving her her first touch of Tempest's massive tool.
For a split second, before she actually touched the obscene bulge, Twilight imagined that this whole thing was some kind of trick. That whatever she was going to touch wouldn't be what she expected it to be. Maybe it'd be a pillow stuffed down Tempest's black suit or some kind of magical illusion. The idea that she was actually going to put her hands down on her enemy's crotch seemed almost incomprehensible, surreal even. But that didn't make it any less true.
Yep, this is most definitely a dick, Twilight soon concluded, both horrified and fascinated. An incredibly big, fat one. There was no illusion, no bluff; just raw, thick marecock. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else. The shaft felt firm under her fingers, and hot even through the fabric. Twilight groped it, her hands starting to explore Tempest's cock on their own before she had consciously decided to do so. And she really did need both of her hands to properly size up that sleeping giant. It was terrifyingly huge! After Twilight had felt it within her grip, she understood that better than ever. Just seeing Tempest's bulge wasn't enough to truly comprehend what kind of monster was lurking underneath her clothes.
Fuck... it's gonna absolutely destroy me~
Twilight's pussy quivered, the first signs of wetness appearing in her panties. She could only hope that her ascended alicorn body would be able to withstand the devastation brought on by Tempest's ungodly bitch-tamer.
"How do you like it, Twilight? You think I've got what it takes to satisfy a princess?"
As Tempest sneered, a throb passed under Twilight's fingers, making her shudder at the unexpected sensation. She directed her gaze up at the bigger mare, Tempest looking so wickedly smug that it was almost scary. The villainess visibly enjoyed making the Princess of Friendship rub her flaccid cock, and she'd certainly enjoy getting Twilight addicted to it even more. That might not be so difficult to achieve either, as Twilight's body already seemed to be traitorously assisting Tempest's plans.
"You'll need much more than an overgrown prick to satisfy me!" Twilight retorted impudently, but her hands still continued kneading the mare's dick. The throbs were now coursing through it regularly and growing stronger with each one. Twilight's own nethers responded in kind, her pussy twitching, pulsing, the inner muscles repeatedly tightening and relaxing in preparation.
"Hah, we'll test that claim soon enough. I do quite enjoy breaking pretty little mares like you." Tempest patronizingly rubbed Twilight's cheek. "None of my previous catches would be truly fit to stand next to you, though. You really are a special one, aren't you, princess?" Twilight felt Tempest's large, burly hands beginning to explore her body, one casually playing with her face, pinching her flesh, and sliding fingers across her lips, while the other was moving steadily towards her big, heaving breasts. "I will take great pleasure in defiling such a divinely beautiful thing."
Tempest certainly had good reasons to be so infatuated with her prisoner. Just as she said, Twilight looked absolutely stunning, even after spending many hours locked in the villain's cage. Her body exuded that princessly aura that Equestrian royalty was famous for, further enhancing her already quite impressive features.
Round, squishy, and astonishingly big, her tits commanded so much attention that Twilight had grown used to having other ponies stare at her chest while she conversed with them. Tempest was no different in that regard – Twilight caught the mare ogling her breasts on more than one occasion. But while most ponies would quickly move their eyes up when they noticed Twilight's attention directed at them, Tempest did the opposite. She was absolutely shameless with her hungering, undressing gaze, taking pleasure in Twilight's inability to do anything about it.
Worse yet, at this point she was done simply looking at Twilight's massive rack. Tempest's groping hand was already nearing its target, with a single quick move she brought it closer and squeezed one of the mare's milkbags, pushing her fingers deep into the soft flesh. She treated Twilight's tits like her rightful property, fuel for her perverted desires, nothing more.
It should've come as no surprise that Twilight could immediately feel the hardening of Tempest's shaft, a mighty twitch passing through it. But she still didn't expect the reaction to be this quick, that a single squeeze of her boobs could have such an immediate effect on Tempest's cock. It was as if there was an invisible connection between them, each lustful grope feeding the stirring monster and making it grow, throb by throb.
"Damn, your cow tits are something else, slut." Tempest chuckled at Twilight's offended expression. "What, you don't like me calling you a slut? If you're not a slut then why are your breasts so fucking huge? They are even heavier than mine, and you're half my size! Don't tell me these puppies weren't made to be groped. Slut." Her hands gave a live demonstration of how the princess's bosom should be treated – squishing, fondling, and smacking the pliable flesh, or rubbing and pinching her nipples through the fabric of her dress.
That slick, royal dress wouldn't stay on her for long, Twilight clearly understood. Tempest's fingers were already prying open her low-cut cleavage, threatening to let her fat tits spill out of the gown. The mare's actions were rough and unceremonious, focused single-mindedly on the fulfillment of her own cravings. Pulling Twilight's boobs out of their cotton prison was just a logical continuation of her conquest, and she did it as soon as her cock was no longer satisfied by the cloth-restrained contact.
Having Tempest's fingers grab her tits directly didn't feel the same to Twilight either – it was much more raw and personal now. Tempest's hands were warm and rough, and appropriately big for Twilight's gigantic milkers. They massaged her purple tit-flesh with vigor, not forgetting to give some circular rubs to her dark areolas too.
While Tempest had freed up Twilight's breasts without any second thoughts, her own cock had remained hidden within her suit, the other mare feeling it up through the fabric. There was something inside Twilight that wanted to get her hands directly on the huge, virile tool, but that desire was drawn out by the anxiousness that was consuming her. Tempest did not suffer from such weakness – she was obviously planning to lay her goods bare sooner or later. And she probably wouldn't be waiting much longer to do that, given how strained her suit had already become. Her cock had nowhere to go as it filled with blood, expanding both in length and thickness, and snaking obscenely along her leg.
"Seems like you've really enjoyed rubbing my dick. Wanna do it with your face?" Tempest asked, though Twilight doubted she really had a choice here. Still, she tried to resist, not willing to bend over easily.
"I'm rubbing it because you've forced me to. And no, I don't want to bring my face anywhere near your stinky cock."
"That's too bad for you, cause you'll have to." Tempest laughed, giving Twilight's tits a pair of nice, resounding slaps. "Get on your knees and kiss my crotch."
Twilight shook her head, naively believing that her opinion had any weight at all.
Tempest was quick to show the mare her place. "I wasn't asking. Get on your knees, bitch." Her face darkened, her powerful voice growing harsh and commanding. There would be no disagreement here.
Twilight almost fell as her legs suddenly grew weak underneath her. A dark spot on her panties rapidly gained size, her pussy trembling. She became acutely aware that at any moment Tempest could break her in two with her bare hands. It definitely wouldn't do her any good to defy such a direct and forceful order from her mistress. Twilight accepted her fate, bowing her head and obediently lowering to her knees.
"That's better." Tempest smiled once again. "Do you see it now, slut? Power works, kindness doesn't." She took a single step forward, bringing her bulge right next to Twilight's face. "Now be a good girl and press your lips into my cock."
Twilight was close enough to smell Tempest's musk, the intoxicating stench rushing through her nostrils and bringing with itself the promise of a similarly exhilarating taste. While she gathered her will, Tempest had placed her index finger at the base of her shaft, helpfully showing Twilight where her lips should be. It would be so easy to leave a kiss there, but also so terribly humiliating.
Twilight tried not to think about the shamefulness and degrading nature of this perverse act as her mouth inched closer to the girthy protrusion between Tempest's legs. What she was doing seemed so obviously wrong, yet still, the idea of completely surrendering to this strong, wilful mare found some strange appeal in the darker corners of her mind. Delinquent pleasure surged through her body when Tempest commanded her, making it that much more difficult to resist her unbending will.
Is this what it means to be a slut?
Twilight placed her lips on Tempest's thick bulge, right underneath the mare's finger. Before she could pull back, the hand moved straight to her head, grabbing her skull and pressing the kneeling princess face-first into Tempest's crotch.
"Do you feel how hard my cock is right now? How swollen my balls are?" Tempest emphasized her words by rubbing Twilight's nose into her plump sack. "From now on, it's your job to drain them. Do it well enough, and maybe you won't have to be confined to that cramped cage anymore."
The promise of expanded freedom was almost sweet enough to make up for the forced dick-hugging Twilight's face was subjected to. It didn't make her ecstatic about it, but the thought of exchanging her torturously small cell for something more liveable was sufficiently enticing to suppress her will to resist her new mistress. Sniffing Tempest's groin and having her face dragged across the mare's meat was beginning to seem like a tolerable price to pay. In fact, the main problem that Twilight felt increasingly concerned about was that she might've been starting to tolerate being manhandled by Tempest a bit too much. Dare she say it, even enjoying it.
She had never felt a smell as overpoweringly masculine as the one that filled the air around Tempest’s crotch. It was almost nauseatingly strong, yet strangely invigorating at the same time. Twilight couldn't say she liked it, but something drove her to breathe in that musk deeply again and again. It was like a challenge her mind had set before her, testing how long she'd be able to endure the mare's dick-stench.
She could do so for a surprisingly long while, as it turned out. Tempest's pungent aroma was quickly becoming a familiar guest inside her nose, and not nearly as unpleasant as she feared at first. Maybe this is why she was so driven to inhale it – to get used to it as swiftly as possible? Even to Twilight's cock-dazed brain that idea didn't sound particularly convincing, but it was still preferable to accepting the alternative.
And it wasn't just the smell of Tempest's package that Twilight was forced to familiarize herself with. The awe-inspiring size and shape of her captor's breeding tool were presented to her from a completely novel perspective. She wasn't measuring it with her eyes or hands anymore, but with her very face! The powerful veins that previously snaked beneath her fingers could now be felt bulging underneath her nose. All the features of Tempest's cock had remained the same, but there was a new dimension to them, one that could only be unlocked by dick-worshipping slaves like her. And Tempest graciously gave Twilight a personal tour of every detail that an up-and-coming cock-slut should be interested in. She smooshed Twilight's face into her nuts, dragged the mare's nose across her medial ring, rubbed those plush dark-purple lips into her cock-head. Not to speak of all the grinding across Twilight's flushed cheeks. Tempest had made sure that Twilight would be intimately acquainted with her dick even before she saw or touched it unimpeded by the fabric of her suit. But her hard cock couldn't stay hidden for much longer – it was already stretching out her clothes beyond any reasonable measure, looking as if it might break out at any moment.
"Hope you enjoyed appraising my cock, princess. It sure enjoyed appraising you," Tempest taunted the mare. "Actually, I think it wants to be your friend. What do you think about that?"
Twilight decided not to even deign such a patently demeaning question with an answer. Her only response was an offended glance.
"Oh, come on. Aren't you the Princess of Friendship? I expected some more… friendliness from you," the villainess continued her belittling commentary.
"It doesn't mean I would want to be friends with your cock, you pervert!" Twilight was getting a bit defensive about her title, lashing out at the other mare. For a moment she was afraid that her outburst was going to earn her some kind of punishment, but Tempest just chuckled softly.
"I understand, you don't know that much about each other yet, it's too early for you to be proper friends." The mare responded with mock sympathy. At the same time, her hands were already undoing the latches that kept her suit's top part bound to its bottom. "Maybe some closer contact will help you two build a better relationship."
While Tempest was busy removing her clothes, Twilight finally recovered some control over her movement. Her head was no longer pressed forcibly into Tempest's lap, but she was still close enough to sense the mare's musk. That smell was poised to become even stronger as Tempest began lowering her suit's pants.
"Ahhh, this feels so much better," the big mare commented, her cock flopping out with a heavy, rhythmical sway. "Say 'hello' to your future best friend, princess~"
She grabbed her shaft by the base, teasingly jerking it up and down before Twilight's face. "Didn't you want to show me the magic of friendship? This is your chance, Twilight. But if you want to be friends with me, you need to first become friends with my cock."
If Tempest's huge, throbbing dick didn't look as appetizing as it did, Twilight would be disgusted beyond belief by such a perverse and degrading instruction. Instead, she was just mildly offended, willing to forgive Tempest on account of her jaw-dropping stature and equally majestic cock.
Despite the mare's aggressively evil demeanor, Twilight did really want to form a closer relationship with her. There was something special about Tempest, something that sent shivers right through Twilight's pussy and down her thick royal thighs. It wasn't just Tempest's cock, but all of her. Her mighty, imposing frame. The strong, assertive voice, the mere sound of which compelled one to obey. That aura of unquestionable superiority that constantly surrounded her. It all triggered Twilight's most submissive instincts, some part of her mind incessantly trying to make a case for total surrender to the malevolent mare.
That case was beginning to sound more compelling by the minute. It had become clear that any direct resistance was futile and would most likely only serve to make Twilight's conditions worse. But if she played into Tempest's hand instead, going along with her commands no matter how depraved and disdainful they were, she might just find herself in a more favorable position for an eventual escape. Or at the very least, her imprisonment wouldn't be as torturous.
The sight of Tempest's cock was already making Twilight salivate, and this fact made the argument sound even more convincing. If she didn't get to suck it now, she would be very much disappointed. That was a terribly shameful thing to admit, even just to herself, but it was true nonetheless.
"Hmm, this friendship thing isn't really working out well, is it? I guess we'll have to do it the hard way." Tempest inched closer with a dark smirk, heaving her cock in her palm like a bat and looking prepared to smack Twilight across the face.
"Wait! I'm… uhh… I'm sorry, we should definitely be friends! Ha-ha," Twilight laughed awkwardly, hoping she hadn't missed her chance.
"Well well well, you came around even faster than I expected, slut. But it's not me who you should be asking forgiveness from. If you are truly sorry, say it to my cock." Tempest pointed her wet, precum-drooling tip accusingly at Twilight's face. "And don't forget to give it a kiss."
For a few seconds, Twilight stared silently at the obscene display before her, swallowing nervously as she gathered the strength to do what needed to be done.
"I'm terribly… terribly sorry," Twilight whispered, bringing her muzzle just a couple of inches away from Tempest's crowned cockhead. Her eyes were fully focused on it, easily able to discern every succulent detail from up-close. "We're gonna be the best friends ever, I promise." The words sounded even more sincere than she expected, her restrained carnal feelings imbuing the sentence with their own perverse meaning.
Twilight pressed her lips into the salty flesh, her mouth surrounding the sticky vertical slit as she sampled her mistress directly for the first time. The taste was much like the smell: nasty, sour, musky, and yet terribly addictive all the same. It was enhanced by a sprinkling of slimy ore, and as Twilight sucked the liquid inside her mouth, she felt another helping drooling out of Tempest's slit.
The mare placed her heavy hand on top of Twilight's head, her possessive grip indicating clearly that she wanted the princess to continue. Twilight's kiss transformed into a tender suckle, with her tongue lapping at the tip underneath the cover of her lips. Her taste buds were drowning in the powerful masculine flavor, earning a predictable response from her hungering pussy. Every second of sucking on Tempest's cock had made the thought of taking that hot, girthy tool inside her sound more appealing in Twilight's head. The potent musk aroused her deep instinctive urge to be bred, and once it had gripped her mind it wouldn't let go until her needs were satisfied. Especially when the key to their satisfaction was right here, twitching invitingly underneath her lips. Its mouth-stretching thickness teased her with the promise of a thrilling round of cunt pounding, one that was sure to leave her a wet, moaning mess of a mare.
Maybe pledging her friendship to Tempest's cock wasn't such a bad idea after all! This was the kind of friend that Twilight always needed, even if she never knew she did. It was only a shame that it kept such bad company, attaching itself to the wicked, nefarious mare and helping her dominate Twilight's mind. But the busty princess did not despair – she was intent on bringing both of them over to the good side, one loving lick, kiss, and suckle at a time.
Twilight moved her mouth along one side of Tempest's shaft and then along the other, leaving it dripping with her spit. She didn't forget about the balls either – those big fleshy orbs were full of virile goo that Twilight's innermost depths were craving for. As her tongue massaged their surface, she was distinctly aware of that important fact.
"Haha, and you told me you didn’t want to be friends with my cock! Yet the two of you look so sweet together, like you've been made for each other. This friendship was destined to blossom, I say." Tempest proclaimed, patronizingly stroking Twilight's mane while the mare kissed her nuts.
The princess might've been offended by this thinly veiled form of calling her a slut, but she couldn't deny the allure that Tempest's dick held for her, even if she would never willingly describe something so perverse as 'friendship'. Unfortunately, that was exactly the reason why Tempest did the opposite, twisting the meaning of the word so fundamental to Twilight's being and slowly making her title sound like a parody of itself.
"And since you've been such a good girl, I think I'm gonna give you a reward too."
Twilight's ears perked up at that, her licks becoming slower as she listened to her mistress. There was some hope inside her that just maybe Tempest will be kind enough to expand her living quarters, or ease her conditions in some other way.
"At first, I was going to send you back without even touching your slutty cunt. Would be quite entertaining to leave you needy and dripping, only dreaming of my cock and desperately trying to imitate it with your fingers. But there is some kindness even in my dark heart," Tempest stated with a little laugh. "Just enough of it to convince me to fuck your pussy now."
Twilight didn't think that not getting fucked was even a possibility, and her sopping wet cunny certainly wasn't at all prepared for that outcome. It would be an awfully low, despicable way of torturing her, so she was sure Tempest had honestly planned to do exactly that.
"Hmm, you don't look very grateful. Maybe I ought to change my mind…"
"Oh, umm… thank you…" Twilight hastened to answer. Her response didn't sound particularly convincing, so she also placed a kiss on each of Tempest's balls, ending them with an audible pop.
The mare smiled disarmingly and directed Twilight to stand up. As soon the princess was on her feet, Tempest bent down and grabbed her by her fat, bubbly ass, raising her further up until their hips were leveled. Twilight could immediately feel Tempest's cock getting squished between her thighs underneath her short dress. It was already threatening to invade her pussy, the only obstacle on its way were Twilight's pure white cotton panties, thoroughly drenched with her juices but otherwise intact… until now. Tempest needed only a few seconds to hook her fingers under the fabric and pull the garment away, exposing Twilight's entrance before the imminent attack.
With Twilight's legs raised off the ground, the only thing she could do to keep her balance was to cling to Tempest's towering body. She wrapped her arms around the mare's neck, anxious about pressing herself too tightly into Tempest, but also afraid of losing her grip if she tried to pull back too far.
Twilight's issue seemed to amuse Tempest and she was quick to offer a solution. "Wrap your legs around my waist and hold me tight, princess. You're in for a bumpy ride."
Twilight felt one of Tempest's hands leave her ass, fingers brushing across her thigh as the mare began to direct her cock inside. Carrying Twilight with just a single arm, Tempest now gave her even less leverage than before, forcing the princess to grab firmly onto her musclebound captor. Something stiff and sticky pressed into her pussy, grinding across it and steadily worming its way in. Already Twilight felt like it was going to break her – no way something that big could actually fit inside her!
But Tempest wasn't at all concerned about inconsequential things like that. She pressed on, unperturbed, forcing her thick, flared tip into Twilight's royal hole. Surprisingly, it wasn't as hard to do as either of them had expected. The ample lubrication, mindfully pre-applied by Twilight's nethers, was successfully accomplishing its main task. But even more fundamental than that was the fact that Twilight's cunny turned out to be incredibly adaptive, her lips stretching wide apart as easily as if they had done it a million times before. Her tunnel preserved its tightness, but only until it was faced with an unstoppable force of Tempest's cock, surrendering the ground quickly once the defeat was clear.
Such were the boons of alicornhood, one of the many yet unknown to Twilight. The ascension didn't just transform her already quite impressive body into one of a nerdy sex goddess, but also gave her a cock-gobbling pussy to fit. She just had never tried to push something this large inside of her before. Luckily, Tempest was there to do it for her, opening Twilight's mind up to a whole host of new carnal possibilities at the small cost of taking complete ownership over her perfect, divine body.
Twilight felt electrified, an unending stream of toe-curling pleasure rushing from her crotch into her brain. Once Tempest had secured her shaft inside Twilight's tunnel, her hand quickly returned back to the mare's squishy rear, both of her palms digging deep into the soft purple flesh. She squeezed so hard it was almost painful, which only boosted Twilight's overexcited libido. As Tempest's giant throbbing dick penetrated her ever deeper, wanton moans began escaping uncontrollably from Twilight's mouth.
And once Tempest truly began to thrust her hips, Twilight's mind just completely shattered. This was what she'd been waiting for, what her drenched pussy had been preparing for all this time. The rhythmical pounding made her hair flail wildly, her tunnel stretching as it was forced to conform to its invader's shape. And what a shape it was! So delightfully thick and long beyond belief, reaching into the depths that Twilight didn't even know existed.
Tempest had no concept of 'going in slow' or anything like that. 'Fuck, wreck, ravage' – this motto was much more to her liking. She stayed true to it, swinging Twilight up and down on her cock with animalistic ferocity, leaving the mare dazed and clinging desperately to her mistress.
Just a few minutes of the constant pussy-smashing had left Twilight dripping with sweat, even though she felt like she wasn't doing much at all. Merely holding onto Tempest was a struggle, made more difficult by the numbing hotness that spread throughout her body. She was looking at Tempest's face as they fucked, the mare appearing concentrated and determined, but her eyes sparkled with perverse joy. There was a note of mischief in those eyes now, a bit of shiftiness that Twilight didn't see there at first.
Her plan was brought to bear sooner than Twilight had expected. The burly villainess carried the mare across the room, lowering her down on the bed without any warning. While this let Twilight get a bit more comfortable, it had also provided a much better vantage point to Tempest, allowing her to bring forth the full pounding force of her hardened hips. She pinned her hands into the mattress at either side of Twilight's head, fucking her faster, rougher, and pushing her lips forward into a kiss at the same time. Though, it was not so much a kiss, as savage oral domination.
Twilight couldn't take so much pleasure all at once. Thrust by thrust, she was nearing an orgasmic release at a breakneck pace. She had long forgotten about her attempts to resist, the only thing that mattered to her now was seeing just how high her peak will be. Her feelings mounted, inevitably leading into a moaning, shaking, gushing burst, blissful joy sweeping her up like a tidal wave.
It seemed like everything had changed at that one moment. Which is why, after her drawn-out climax, Twilight was just a tad surprised to find Tempest still rutting her without a stop. She felt like she'd just woken up from a lustful dream, seeing a reality around her that was no less perverse. The fierce, burning pleasure of release died down much faster than she wanted it to, as it always had, but the rest of her sensations seemed to sharpen. Tempest's taste and smell suddenly felt new, together with the pressure of her hulking body they sent goosebumps down Twilight's back.
She lay there, serving as Tempest's warm, fuzzy fuckdoll, while the great mare aggressively pursued her own orgasm. It wouldn't take her very long with the kind of pace she'd set, but she still had the time to motorboat Twilight's tits and even say a few choice words into her ear.
"I own you, slut."
"You'll be mine forever."
It was as close to an admission of love as Tempest could come. Animalistic, selfish love, but one that made Twilight feel hot inside nonetheless.
What she didn't know was that she was about to feel just as hot on the outside too. Twilight had been convinced that Tempest would cum into her pussy; what else would it make sense for such a possessive mare to do? Yet that wasn't Tempest's plan. Twilight understood that only when the climaxing villainess pulled her cock out, jerking it madly and directing it down at the princess's body and face.
In a moment, a stream of jizz was unleashed upon her, waves of thick, steaming cum covering her dress, her flesh, her mane. When Twilight glanced from Tempest's twitching cock up at her face, she saw a kind of expression upon it that she'd never seen there before. It was filled with deep, unmistakably real joy, a pleasure that contorted her features to an almost unnatural degree.
Twilight could feel that joy splashing all across her body, her gown already drenched and sticky, her purple fur painted with thick white lines. Its powerful smell immediately reached her nostrils, so strong and distinct that it triggered images of cum to appear before her when she closed her eyes. It was no surprise the jizz-stench hit her hard – a good amount of that goo had pulled right under her nose! Soon, Twilight's every breath was laced with a heavy dosage of Tempest's most potent pheromones. The mare's claim was upon her now, slowly seeping into her fur and skin. Meanwhile, Tempest looked smugger than ever – she clearly enjoyed her handiwork.
"Nice cunt, princess. Really feels like it was shaped to fit my cock. I guess you've made one friend on this ship, at least," the mare jeered, slinging the remnants of her cum at Twilight with a few flicks of her shaft. “You'll be staying in the room next to my quarters from now on. Keep being a good girl and you might even earn a sleeping spot upon my bed."
