Dusk's knees felt weak. He really needed some rest. Still, he steadied himself and offered the empress a defiant stare.

"Good boy."

Dusk grit his teeth. "Don't call me that, D-daybreaker!"

A warm, motherly voice answered. "No, Dusk. Not Daybreaker. Just 'Celestia'."

The amazon-like figure of Empress Daybreaker towered over him, the billowing mane crowning her like a halo. Between the flames, her smile stood in stark contrast to the haughty sneer he'd seen earlier. It reminded him of the way Celestia smiled at him when he'd completed one of her tasks. Gentle, satisfied, calm.

Dusk's tense stare faltered. He found himself plucked into the air by Daybreaker's(?) magic.

"Dusk. There's no reason to be afraid. You knew that it was me, right? And I knew that you'd be able to do it."

Her arms wrapped around him, and pulled him into a hug. His muzzle pressed against her heaving, motherly bosom. Reflexively, Dusk clung to Daybreaker's garments. He stuttered. "I-I did it...? What did I...? You are..."

"You saved Equestria, of course."

"But..."

"Shhh. You need to rest. Take it easy."

Dusk took a few deep, deep breaths and tried to calm down. Just a little bit, at least.

Daybreaker carried him along with her, and shortly after he found himself lying on her lap as she cradled his head with her hand. Intense warmth radiated from Daybreaker's core, and yet again, the sheer amount of heated, squishy titmeat the empress carried around left Dusk all but smothered beneath their heft. Even after all that had happened, Dusk flushed a little. He was still naked: The previous ordeals had left his clothes all but destroyed.

He took a look around the room. He wasn't sure how long it'd been since the sheer exhaustion had knocked him out, but judging by his surroundings, it hadn't been all that long. He still felt exhausted, though.

Umbra, Chrysalis, Luna. They were all still there—wait, Luna? Dusk did a double take. Luna. She was still lying on the table, sprawled out for all the world to see. The black fur was gone, and she'd shrunk considerably, leaving her naked beneath a pile of semen-stained garments which were several sizes too big for her. Her eyes were closed, and she was sleeping. She looked content. Nightmare Moon was gone, apparently.

That left Umbra, and Chrysalis. Both right where he remembered them being, and neither capable of responding.

Dusk noted collars wrapped around Umbra's, Luna's, and Chrysalis' neck, as well as rings around their horns. Magic inhibitors, without a doubt. Not the kind of artifact tha'd keep a powerful magician in check, but enough to prevent any sudden tricks or spellcasting. A simple safety measure. Daybreaker had been quick to act. That even Luna was wearing one bothered him. Perhaps that one was there just in case?

He returned his attention to Daybreaker. Her index finger gently caressed the back of his head, stroking along his scalp. Something about her made him feel uneasy, and it wasn't just that—in spite of the flaming mane, glowing eyes and sharp teeth—Daybreaker acted as harmless and friendly as Princess Celestia. If this had been nothing but a disguise, then it'd been a very, very good one.

Was Daybreaker merely playing with him, and putting on an act as her former self, knowing fully well how easy it'd be to abuse Dusk's weakness for his mentor? All she'd have to do is strike at the right time, and then claim Equestria as her own once and for all. Dusk had taken care of the other contenders, after all. Somehow.

It was either that, or he'd been right, and deep down Celestia had never betrayed hem. She was still there, and would set everything right. She'd merely played along with the villains' ploy to defeat them. He shuddered.

"Well, Dusk?" she cooed, "Feeling better yet?"

"I suppose so, it's just..." His horn fizzled. "I still can't really feel my magic."

Daybreaker's smile twitched. "Oh. Oh dear. I must've forgotten, that's all. One second..."

A moment of awkward silence.

The empress' horn flashed, and Dusk felt the barrier standing between him and his mana disappear. It felt good, and a little weird, as though a limb which he didn't even know he had had gone to sleep, and was now waking up.

Dusk's exhaustion began to dissipate as he instinctively reached for his magic reserves to replenish his energy, and take care of the muscle-aching soreness the ordeal had inflicted on him.

He let out a little sigh, stretching his limbs. "That's better."

"Take it easy, Dusk. You still need some time to rest. I can tell that all of that took quite a bit of energy out of you."

Dusk nodded, and for a good few moments neither of them said anything, even as thoughts raced through Dusk's head. She'd given him back his magic, which was a good sign. Daybreaker would never have done something like that, right? On the other hand, she might believe that she can just re-apply the suppression spell if it becomes necessary...

"Dusk?"

He winced, as though she'd just caught him red-handed.

"Yes, princess...?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if maybe...my favorite, wonderful little student would want a little reward for all of his hard, hard work?" She squeezed him, smothering his face yet deeper into her immense, squishy breast.

"Mhff...I-I think that..." Dusk mumbled into her boob. "...that sounds very nice, princess, but I was wondering if I could see my friends first? I'm a bit worried for them, and..."

Dusk's voice tapered off.

"No."

"But..."

"No." Daybreaker's response was decisive. "This is a reward for you, Dusk. For you, and for me. Your friends are fine, but they had no part in this."

"But princess, can't this wait? How can I be sure you're r-really yourself, with the way you look, and...?" He gulped, and his eyes darted over to the 'reformed' Nightmare Moon, and then back to Daybreaker. "Princess, is it really necessary to restrain Princess Luna like the others?"

Daybreaker laughed.

The stallion in her grasp shuddered. Oh no. That was not a good sign at all. He should've gotten out of here while he had the chance.

One bright flash later they'd left the meeting room, and were in Celestia's very own quarters. Nothing had changed here. The familiar environment was comforting. Much less comforting was the fact that Daybreaker was still 'babying' him, holding him on her lap like a little colt. Before he had any chance to react, the suppression spell was back, and cut him off from his magic, practically nullifying any chances he had to escape. Maybe he should've played along after all.

"Oh Dusk, you might be my favorite little student, but...sometimes you're hopelessly naive. I am being myself. This is who I am."

"N-Nonsense! I know Princess Celestia, and you're just some...corruption of her! Celestia is kind, and warm, and loving, and s-she would've let me see my friends! And she wouldn't tie up Princess Luna!"

The empress chortled with amusement. Dusk's objections were cut off by the squishy, oppressive warmth of Daybreaker's breast. It smothered against his face, and the flimsy piece of fabric that prevented immediate contact barely seemed to exist at all.

"Dusk. Do you really think I'm that foolish? I'm not a—" Her voice took on a tone of barely concealed contempt. "—a raving, short-sighted lunatic like them. I've ruled this world for over a thousand years entirely on my own, don't forget that. I know what's best for my little ponies, and I know it better than you do, Dusk."

She licked her lips.

"Oh, and Dusk. I know what's best for you, too."

Dusk managed a muffled response. "A-and what's that supposed to be? To give in and let you have your way with Equestria?"

Daybreaker giggled. It was a surprisingly Celestia-like giggle. Not even arrogant, just amused.

"As a matter of fact, no. If you give in now you'd regret it, and you'd hate yourself for not having made any attempt to oppose me. Struggle. Squirm. You don't have what it takes to win, and you know it. But you will feel better having tried." Her grin widened. "Isn't that right, my courageous, pretty little student?"

His attempts to escape her were half-hearted at best. Wherever his hands reached to push himself away from her, they merely sunk deep, deep into her soft, curvy flesh, and Dusk made no move to kick, or bite, or hurt her. It'd be like trying to take on a brick wall in a fist-fight. A very, very soft brick wall.

Any attempt to push past the restraints which she'd put on his magic were futile, and he could barely even get any arcane strands to form in his head, let alone weave them into a proper spell.

Daybreaker marehandled him with ease, which is to say that she kept him right there where she wanted him. Huddled up against her on her spacious lap, surrounded by her warmth, overwhelmed by her presence, and less and less willing to fight back.

To her he was nothing but a bratty, huffy, and disobedient colt who was throwing a temper tantrum.

A few minutes passed. Dusk tried to push, and pull, and struggle. His movements grew weaker as exhaustion set in, and then he finally stopped trying. Daybreaker cooed. Amused. It'd been inevitable.

"Relax, Dusk. What did I tell you? I'm here to reward you. Why would I harm the lovely, doting little student who—again and again—turned out to be the strongest pawn on my side of the board?"

Dusk wasn't sure how to respond, but he didn't need to.

Daybreaker was more than happy to take care of everything.

She was warm, gentle, and motherly, in the worst possible ways.

Daybreaker unfastened a clasp, silky fabric was pushed to the side, and the queen's tremendous breasts laid bare. Each orb was easily big enough to rival a large watermelon in size, and alicorn-might was really the only way to explain how Daybreaker managed to handle them so effortlessly, and without constant, overbearing backpain. They sagged a little, just enough to be appropriate. Her nipples had grown puffier, and stood out with a flesh-colored pink.

A trickle of milk dribbled from the nipple closest to Dusk's face.

Their eyes met, and Dusk immediately tried to turn away. Even after all of this, a blush had crept onto the stallion's cheeks—as if Daybreaker hadn't watched as the other villains had tried to 'tame' him, or as if he had any secrets she didn't know. She guided his muzzle towards her nipple, which Dusk cautiously took into his mouth, still avoiding her gaze. He began to suckle, and Daybreaker's milk dribbled into his mouth.

"Good boy."

Daybreaker stroked Dusk's mane. He felt warm, and fuzzy, and confused. Unsure over whether he should try to fight back, or just give in as Celestia—no, Daybreaker, he reminded himself—caressed him.

"See? Doesn't that feel much better? It's only fitting you get a reward for your work."

She reached for his penis. Dusk tensed up. Even her fingers were hot.

A hand wrapped around the base of Dusk's shaft, struggling to encircle it. A tiny gap of air remained between her fingertips and her thumb. She could feel its weight. That a single stallion was packing that amount of heat between his legs was downright absurd, but then again, Dusk was an alicorn. And only an alicorn could ever hope to keep up with the insatiable sexual need of another alicorn.

Dusk was still flaccid, but blood was already pumping away from his head and towards his groin.

"Good boy."

Dusk's cock twitched tentatively, rising up and prodding against his queen's other breast from below.

Daybreaker's hand released it, and reached for his balls. She hefted them, gently squeezed them both, and felt them overflow her palm with their size, which was no small feat—each of her palms was the size of a saucer. Heavy, seed-laden cum factories whose entire purpose was to churn out ridiculous amounts of overly virile semen. A single teaspoon had—in all likelihood—more swimmers in it than any other full-grown stallion could produce in a month.

Luna was probably pregnant, and so was Umbra.

Dusk had gotten hard, and Daybreaker began to jerk him off with slow, steady movements. The precum dribbling from his flare—first just a few drops and then a steady, sticky rill—provided all the lubrication she could possibly need. It gushed across his head, and down his length, where it clung to her hands and webbed between her fingers.

Each stroke caused copious amounts of preseminal fluid to spill across the back of her Daybreaker's hand, from where it either splattered onto his and her thighs, or was smeared into the queen's pristine fur.

Thwack. Squelch. Schlarp.

It didn't take long until Dusk reached his peak. He clung to her, and rocked into the motions, burying his muzzle deep into Daybreaker's motherly bosom as the first rope of cum burst from his cock. It soared through the air in a majestic parabolic arc, only to splatter onto the floor several feet to the right. The next wad of jizz followed one moment later, and then the third.

As Dusk finally finished, Daybreaker let out a giggle. Semen was still dribbling from his half-hard cock. She brought the hand to her face and licked it clean.

"That's a good boy. Now. Again."

Dusk tensed up. Her nipple popped from his mouth. "A-again?"

"Again."

Her hand wrapped around his still-twitching, half-hard stallionhood, and pampered it with a few slow, encouraging strokes. It throbbed, and returned to its full stiffness.

She got to work. This time she cradled his balls with her magic, as if to encourage them to do their best, and churn out another load of seed.

It was just a matter of time until she'd pushed Dusk to his peak yet again, and that with an ease which the other villains would've struggled with. All she'd needed to 'win' against him was her hand. Her hand, a few careful, deliberate tricks of her magic, and her overwhelming, motherly presence. It made 'colts' like him weak, and soft, and milking him for his seed over, and over, and over was laughably easy at that point.

Dusk came.

"Again."

This time he didn't object, and Daybreaker rewarded him with a few words of praise. This was his place.

By the time she spoke up again, Dusk felt drained.

He'd been exhausted before, but this was the very first time that it felt like his sexual capacities were slowly approaching their limits, and that it was his cock who was going to break, or go soft, even as the rest of him still had energy. Usually it'd always been the other way around.

"Do you feel that, Dusk? That's just one reason why I am your Empress. The Empress of Equestria. I know how to handle you, where all those would-be rulers fail completely and utterly. They're too arrogant. They're haughty, and bitchy, and underestimate my Element of Magic again, and again, and again." she cooed. "That said...if you want to keep the changeling queen as your pet, be my guest. I'm sure you'll find her quite amusing."

Dusk whined pathetically into her bosom.

"This isn't fair...!"

Daybreaker chortled. "How so? Most stallions would be lucky to experience a single day as good as this. You gave me all the time I needed to take care of the rest. But—when it comes to me—then you're nothing but a helpless little colt. And that's why you'll get to stay with me, in the castle, as my faithful little student. Mine. I won, because I played my cards correctly. They lost. You are not even a player, you're nothing but a pawn on my side of the board, and the strongest, most underestimated one at that."

Dusk shuddered. "No, what I meant is..."

He fumbled with his fingers. Daybreaker cocked a brow.

"I-it hardly really counts if t-this is all you're doing with me, a-and..."

A dry chuckle.

"Oh. That's what you mean. Do you really think we're still playing that little game, Dusk? That silly excuse made up to give them a reason to throw themselves at your shaft? No, the game is over. The only reason why I am doing this since I lo~ove to see my little student squirm in my arms."

Dusk bit his lip, and then burst out. "I just know you'd go back to being Celestia if we actually did it!" He stared up, past the expanse of her breast, almost defiantly.

Daybreaker furrowed her brow. Was he really daring her? Claiming that she too would end up like a pleasure-drowned, pregnant pony princess, and outright revert to her old self if only she 'dared' to ride his stupid, fat dick like her sister?

Preposterous.

It's like he actually thought this was all nothing but the result of a heat-season-gone-wrong, and that all it'd take to 'defeat' her was hard, earth-quaking, heat-quenching sex.

Still. As much as Daybreaker hated to admit it, her pride had received a blow. To think that her own student thought of her as lowly and impulse-driven enough to fall like the others.

It might've worked on her sister, but she knew exactly what she wanted. She'd tamed him before. A mere stallion could never defeat her. Not even an alicorn. He'd just spent the past hour panting like a puppy, humping her hand as she'd milked him again, and again, and again. Like a good, docile, servile little boytoy, and accordingly, he didn't have it in him to beat her.

Daybreaker grabbed Dusk and pulled him into the air. His hooves dangled helplessly, and his half-hard cock twitched, and brushed against the empress' breasts. She shook her head with amusement.

"Oh Dusk. You don't really think that I'm going to break as easily as those sexually-suppressed would-be conquerors? Hah!"

And with that she tossed him onto the pillows of the bed. He bounced, squeaking like a dog toy, and stared up at her.

For a split-second Dusk wondered if he'd made the mistake of his life.

Daybreaker pounced onto the sheets. The bed creaked beneath her weight. Her bristling fire-mane left smears of black grime wherever it grazed the canopy. She was on her knees, crawling closer with a fiery look in her eyes, tongue dangling from her maw. Her teeth glistened. Her clothes caught fire, and burned into nothingness.

"Let me show you what happens to those who challenge The Sun, Dusk. You'll be begging for mercy. You'll rue the day you thought that you'd be able to quench The Sun's fire."

Dusk was hyperventilating, scrambling backwards onto a pile of pillows. His horn bumped against oak. Oh no.

There was no escape from Daybreaker, just like there'd been no escape from her accomplices. The Empress of the Sun crawled towards him, staring at him with the hungry glare of a lioness. He was prey, and he'd stumbled right onto her den. As she bent over her immense, milk-ladden breasts sagged and swayed.

She was looming over him, noticeably heating up the air between them. Her right hand grabbed Dusk's thigh, the other remained on the sheets. Daybreaker's tongue dangled above his belly, and a few drops of hot spit dribbled onto his shaft. Barely hard. Too nervous. If he were hard, then her cleavage would easily swallow his cock.

Dusk did his hardest to avoid her gaze, and looked at the furniture, at the canopy, at her heaving, pale breasts; anywhere as long as he didn't have to meet her stare.

There was nowhere to hide, and he knew it. Dusk squeaked as the fiery grip of Daybreaker's magic enveloped his penis. It was hot, almost too hot.

The empress chortled, and lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it into the appropriate position right between her udders. Her pale, 'motherly' breasts wrapped around his girth, swallowed it almost entirely. Even Dusk himself, an alicorn, didn't pack enough heat to escape the depth of Daybreaker's cleavage—while flaccid, at least.

"Already soft, Dusk? Did I milk you that thoroughly? And here I thought my little student had more energy than that." she taunted.

Dusk stayed silence.

Daybreaker smiled.

"Again."

His cock twitched. Daybreaker rewarded him with gentle, tight squeezes. The sheer warmth radiating from her breasts was as intimidating as it was inviting. Even gentle movements resulted in tiny trickles of milk, and the gently heaving of her breath provided plenty of those.

It didn't take long and Dusk had grown hard again, and the dull, potent throbbing of his stallionhood pumped out slippery wads of precum right onto Daybreaker's heaving breasts—or right between her lips, whenever she leaned in to pamper his flare with a doting, yet possessive kiss.

"Good boy."

Whenever Dusk heard the words, he squirmed and shuddered, and helplessly bucked his hips. It was like he'd been conditioned across all these years, and was now responding like an obedient, docile puppy.

"Equestria is mine. You've seen the others. A rabble of bickering, haughty, short-sighted mares that'd struggle to reign over a few villages, let alone a nation. Meanwhile, I ruled over Equestria for the past one thousand years. My little ponies trust me."

Daybreaker's tongue darted from her mouth, swiping across her lips to moisten them.

"And rightly so. I'm the best. The strongest. The wisest. Take a look at history, and you'll see over and over that Equestria would be nothing without me. Don't call me arrogant—you know that it's merely the truth. Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'll keep my little ponies warm, and happy, and make sure no one will even think about harming Equestria ever again."

"And the others? Hah! They lost against you. They lost against you before, and they lost against you today, despite outnumbering you three-to-one."

She squeezed her breasts around his shaft, and gently jiggled them. Her cleavage was slippery with his pre. The movements sent wobbles through her tits, and caused them to jiggle and smack against him.

"That feels good, doesn't it, my little student?"

The way her voice alternated between Daybreaker's—manic, self-aggrandising, haughty—and that of Princess Celesta—warm, gentle, familiar—was unnerving.

"I know it does, Dusk. None of the others is even capable of lactating at will, or even remotely as skilled as I am, but I digress. That I've got you right here—putty in my hands as I tame you with pleasure most stallions can only wish for—is all the evidence I need."

Daybreaker licked her lips. Dusk's cock throbbed, and twitched with increasing needs. Even her voice pushed him closer to the edge. He felt it coming, filling him with his heat, making him buck his hips pathetically rather than trying to fight back, before suddenly the first rope of cum threatened to shoot from his cock.

Naturally, Daybreaker had seen everything coming, and denied him.

The grip of her magic intensified, turned into a tight, fiery ring around the very base of his cock. The same force applied a sudden tight pressure on his prostate, massaging it. Not a single, tiny drip of his semen was going to escape, Daybreaker would make sure of that.

Dusk yelped as his hips thwacked against Daybreaker's tits, yet he was denied any and all chance of release. His hands lurched towards his cock, only for them to be yanked right back onto the pillows, leashed by his tormentor's magic. And above him, her lips curled up to an amused, cruel grin.

Dusk Shine tore at his restraints, thrust and bucked his hips, but Daybreaker was merciless, and merely let him fight and struggle. Seconds passed, but to Dusk it felt like an eternity. His balls gurgled, and churned in protest, as they were unable to release some of their pent-up load, but to no avail. By the time the queen loosened the grip, Dusk's shaft was already softening. His balls felt full. Bloated. Swollen.

He stared up at Daybreaker with a frustrated, almost huffy stare.

"Good boy. Don't forget your place."

With these words, Daybreaker lifted herself until she was kneeling in front of him. Dusk—still bound and on his back—was staring up at the now glistening, steaming surface of her tits. The fiery mane surrounded Daybreaker like a corona. Her cheeks were flushed with shameless, barely suppressed heat. This was the moment she'd been waiting for.

Daybreaker straddled him.

Her weight rested on his upper legs, which pushed him deeper into the mattress below. Dusk's cock twitched with pent-up need, now resting right against her belly, a mere two inches separating the base of his shaft from Daybreaker's pussy. Heat radiated from the holiest of Daybreaker's temples, and a trickle of mare juice dripped onto Dusk's hips.

Finally, Daybreaker lifted herself up, reached for Dusk's shaft, and guided its flare straight towards the opening of her snatch.

She was no stranger to using toys, or a few stallions here and there, to satisfy her needs when necessary. That Dusk—as an alicorn—managed to leave ordinary stallions in the dirt when it came to size, virility, and stamina was no surprise. That he managed to surpass her biggest toys was a different matter.

It's not like Daybreaker had measured him, but she sure felt it. His massive flare stretched her outer lips, and then popped into her, and her entire body tensed up, starting with pelvis, thighs, and waist. Daybreaker lowered herself, and inch after inch of fat, purple horsecock disappeared in the unfathomable, heated depths of her stallion-taming, pelvis-shattering cunt.

She began to ride him.

Daybreaker started off slow, showcasing her self-control by directing the tempo and rhythm, without ever losing control of either.

Her immense weight pressed his hips into the sheets. It hadn't taken her long at all to take Dusk's mare-taming horsecock in its entirety, even as its flare reached deep enough to bump a bulge into her belly whenever she descended. Its girth strained her snatch to its limits.

She'd grabbed Dusk's hands and guided them towards her breasts, "allowing" him to massage her. His fingers sunk deep into her flesh, and soon enough rills of milk were gushing across the back of his hands, down her arms, towards his shoulders.

Any ordinary stallion would struggle to get it up at all at this point, and even if he were able to achieve another erection, he'd merely shoot blanks at this point. Dusk was no ordinary stallion, and really, with the tight grip of Daybreaker's cunt squeezing his cock, and her lecherous, haughty stare digging into his skull, it was hardly any surprise he was already approaching his next peak.

Dusk panted, bucking into Daybreaker, clumsily meeting her rhythm as his swollen, denied balls tensed up.

A boy-ish, cute moan escaped his lips, and was rapidly cut short as the tight vice of Daybreaker's fiery magic yet tightened around the base of his shaft, and around his scrotum, just above his pendulous seedpods.

Too early.

Daybreaker denied him, and watched with amusement as the horny, sex-drunk look on her little student's face turned into one of sudden shock. His balls bloated, and tensed up as—yet again—they were unable to release their load. His flare throbbed angrily, shooting nothing but tiny spurts of pre.

"Don't even think about it. Not until I am done."

Her hips slammed down on his groin, taunting his frustrated, twitching cock by continuing their shameless thrusts without even slowing down.

"You're mine. You're my toy. I decide when you're done, and you'll learn that soon enough." She licked her lips.

Dusk's torment continued as Daybreaker slowly, and steadily brought herself to her peak, using him as little more than a glorified dildo.

Dusk whined with annoyed, horny frustration.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

At this point Dusk wasn't sure what was worse: The beating, throbbing pain he felt in his pelvis, or the swollen, pent-up ache of his bloated, and denied nuts.

He didn't know how long it'd been, or how much longer it'd take until Daybreaker was going to release him. Dusk thought he'd been prepared after Umbra had taken him for a ride. Boy, he'd been wrong.

Daybreaker was relentless. Her movements had been deceptively slow at first, rocking back and forth with the gentle regularity of waves washing against the shore, only to increase in ferocity, as the mare above grit her teeth, and the tightening grip of her claws tore holes into the sheets.

It'd gotten hotter. The entire room felt like a sauna, fueled by Daybreaker's overwhelming bodily heat. The air was ripe with the scent of evaporated sweat, spit, and sexual fluids.

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

Her hips battered against Dusk's crotch, treating her "favorite little boytoy" as little more than a dildo, which just so happened to have a stallion attached to it. Her immense breasts wobbled, smacking against her chest whenever she came crashing down. Milk dribbled from her nipples, only to evaporate on her skin or in the air before even managing to make contact with the bed.

Her breath was deep, fast and heavy. Daybreaker's blazing mane had grown like a wildfire, and was now evidently searing the canopy above them.

Dusk had gotten close. Again, and again, and again.

There was no release for him until Daybreaker was done, and at this point Dusk was terrified that Daybreaker wasn't going to be done until the entire castle had been set ablaze.

The bed beneath creaked with every relentless bounce. Dozens of fiery sparks soared from Daybreaker's mane, singing furniture, pillows, or Dusk's fur on impact. The stench of smoke clogged up Dusk's nostrils, and left him gasping for air, while the self-proclaimed empress howled and panted, uttering "Mine. Mine. MINEMINEMINE. MINE." and variations over and over.

Then Daybreaker reached her peak.

Her eyes lit up as bright as the sun.

She threw herself forwards, her hands clutching around Dusk's upper arms. Her fingernails dug into his skin, drawing a few drops of blood. Every inch of her body—from her hands to the depths of her cunt—radiated a terrifying heat. Her snatch clenched around Dusk's cock, milking her 'little boytoy' and his stupid, fat dick for everything he had.

And this time she was not going to deny him.

Dusk's hips bucked weakly. The smoke, the heat, the lack of oxygen was getting to him, but his bloated, denied nuts were doing everything they could to release their load. His cock twitched, and his flare had buried itself in Daybreaker's cunt. Deep enough, thick enough, firmly enough that merely pulling out would be a challenge until he'd be done blowing his load.

As his shaft thickened, and the first massive rope of semen burst into Daybreaker's womb, the empress gasped a sigh of relief.

Dusk, on the other hand, coughed and wheezed and passed the fuck out, as Daybreaker impregnated herself on his cock. Thick, fertile strands of jizz burst into her, filled every crevice and just barely managed to withstand in the overwhelming heat of her depths. By the time her fire began to die down, it was far, far too late to change anything about the seed of a foal that'd been buried inside of her, but that didn't matter.

No, Celestia was entirely happy with this turn of events.

Author's Note

Epilogue coming soon(TM). Maybe. Or in a few months. Busy day, didn't manage to do any last-minute proofreading today. Hope it doesn't show too much!