Steamy Stress Relief

Celestia had seen many things over the course of her millennium-long reign as princess of Equestria. She had encountered bizarre creatures of frightening, and sometimes incomprehensible nature, lifeforms whose anatomies and psychologies were so utterly alien as to drive the weak of mind to madness. She had pulled apart the thin veil of reality, gazing long into the infinite depths of time and space that formed the undulating, ethereal tides of the multiverse. She had stared into the abyss that lay beyond the stars, beyond life, and beyond reason, and the abyss had stared back. She had seen all of this and a thousand things more.

She had never before seen a sight, however, that struck her so deeply, so thoroughly, as the sight of her fingers lodged deeply within the quivering cunt of the former changeling queen Chrysalis.

Somewhere deep in the depths of her mind, she knew that she should be doing something. She should have screamed out in terror. She should have fainted dead away. She should have bolted out of the sauna and thrown herself right out of one of the huge windows of the waiting room. Anything would have sufficed, but instead, she merely stood there, frozen like the world’s most voluptuous ice sculpture, the only sign she still lived being the thunderous pounding of her heart as it pumped blood up to fill her ruby-red cheeks.

“You…” came the low snarl of a familiar voice.

Celestia’s body moved on autopilot, her eyes slowly moving upwards towards the source of the sound. Her eyes glided over a washboard stomach, ascended to the peaks of two milk-slathered mountains of breastflesh, slid right back down their far slopes, then continued upwards, arriving at a strikingly beautiful face whose flawless, pale skin was stained with the red of shame, but whose big, green eyes burned like a raging inferno.

“You…” growled those full, feminine lips, slightly louder than before.

The sight of those eyes finally shocked Celestia out of her stupor, the princess’s mental faculties flooding back into her mind in an instant. The instant the connection between her brain and her muscles had been reestablished, Celestia’s arm jerked backwards, dragging along with it her hand and all of her beautiful fingers.

Chrysalis gasped sharply as those fingers fled from the confines of her slick, silken folds, their sudden departure producing a spine-tingling jolt of pleasure almost as powerful as their arrival had.

Celestia slowly gazed down at her hand, seeing clearly her soft, tanned skin slathered with the warm nectar of Chrysalis’s dripping honeypot.

As the ecstasy of her unexpected fingering slowly dissipated, Chrysalis’s expression hardened, and she fixed her piercing gaze once more upon the face of the puny little princess before her.

“You...” she growled, the imminent eruption of that queenly volcano audible in her trembling tones.

Celestia’s eyes darted back and forth between Chrysalis, her own wet fingers, and the big, plump pussy she had just yanked them out of. Her plush lips trembled as she tried to force the useless lump of flesh lying in her mouth to make words.

“I...Y-You...I didn’t…” she stammered, instinctively backing away from the very angry bug mama glaring up at her.

“You dare!?!” said Chrysalis, quickly rising from the bench and standing upon her own two feet once more. “You dare touch my royal pussy?” Her insectoid wings beat furiously, and her long, jagged horn burned with green fire.

“It...It was an accident!” said Celestia. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You dare lay a finger on my queenly folds without my permission?” said Chrysalis, slowly advancing towards Celestia. “I’ve had men torn apart by timberwolves for less!”

“I’m sorry, I...I…” said Celestia.

“You little slut!” roared Chrysalis. “Are you that desperate for action?”

Like a gentle wave washing away footprints in the sand, a sudden calm came over Celestia’s frazzled mind as she suddenly remembered why she had risen from her seat in the first place. Her trembling lips set in a hard line, her wide eyes narrowed, and she rose to her full, towering height, looking Chrysalis straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” she said flatly.

“You heard me, you thirsty little virgin!” said Chrysalis, jabbing an accusative finger in Celestia’s face. “Seeing a real woman’s body was just too much for you, wasn’t it? You just couldn’t stop yourself from copping a feel of me! Admit it! Admit it, you dirty bitch, you fat-assed sow, you—“

The seething queen was abruptly cut off as Celestia’s hand shot forward, quick as lightning, and seized her outstretched arm at the wrist, squeezing hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp of pain that put an end to the stream of verbal sewage flowing from her lips.

“A real woman’s body?” said Celestia, her voice a spine-chilling monotone.

Grimacing in pain, Chrysalis reached up with her free hand and desperately attempted to prise Celestia’s fingers off of her wrist, but try as she might, she could not budge that vicelike grip even an inch.

Celestia slowly leaned in towards Chrysalis, getting so close that the tips of their titanic teats almost touched between them.

“But you don’t have a real woman’s body,” whispered Celestia, “do you…you little insect!?!”

Preoccupied as she was, Chrysalis was neither mentally nor physically prepared to stop Celestia’s free hand from darting forward, seizing a huge handful of her wiggling, jiggling breastflesh, and giving it a good, hard squeeze. Chrysalis’s eyes went wide as the shock of that forceful touch arced through her body, scrambling her brain and turning her legs to jelly. Her trembling body struggled to stay upright as Celestia’s fingers sunk deeper and deeper into the ocean of milky, sweaty flesh on her chest, eliciting a constant stream of breathy, whimpering moans.

“There’s nothing real about you,” said Celestia. “You’re a liar, a deceiver, and a fake! You’re just a fake queen with big, fake tits!”

As she said this, Celestia released Chrysalis with both hands, but immediately reached out and seized the queen’s nipples, giving both of those thick, pink nubs a hard pinch.

The countless nerve endings in Chrysalis’s motherly mammaries, their sensitivity heightened both by those breasts’ recent magical engorgement and by her enthusiastic self-stimulation, exploded with sensation. Chrysalis threw back her head and let out a terrific howl as a wave of the most pleasurable pain she had ever experienced slammed into her with the force of a freight train. Her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, the wriggling and writhing of those features perfectly illustrating the sensual storm raging in her mind. After several long seconds of this, the liquefied muscles of her quivering legs finally gave out, and the queen was sent toppling down onto her knees before Celestia.

Celestia stepped back to make way for her, but did not release her hold on Chrysalis’s slippery nipples, even as they leaked rivers of thick, creamy milk onto her fingers. She held those nipples high, suspending the entire back-breaking weight of those jiggling jugs from those two tiny nubs.

Chrysalis was forced to arch her back as her chest was yanked upward, the additional stimulation on her nipples sending a constant stream of both pain and pleasure coursing through her. Her trembling body was sopping with sweat, the combined effect of steamy air and physical stimulation keeping her glands working on overtime. Her lungs burned for air, but she dared not breathe more than than the shallowest of breaths, as even the tiniest swelling of her chest set her breasts wobbling, which in turn, pulled on her already burning nipples, fanning the flames consuming them.

“You’ve lost, Chrysalis,” said Celestia, gazing down at the pitiful sight before her.

Detecting her voice through the static filling her brain, Chrysalis slowly forced her glassy eyes open, looking up at Celestia’s face.

“Submit,” said Celestia.

Chrysalis licked her quivering lips, then steadied them enough to get out her reply. “Fuck...you,” she said.

“Wrong answer,” said Celestia.

The last thing that drifted through Chrysalis’s semi-lucid mind was the sight of Celestia taking both of her aching nipples and simultaneously giving each of them a hard, sharp, merciless twist. The blissful agony of that dual assault on her most sensitive spots arced through her body, setting her skin aflame and filling her flesh with the awesome power of the sun. Her toes scrunched, her legs spasmed, and her powerful glutes clenched, squishing those plush globes together with enough force to crack stone. Her big, babymaking hips bucked reflexively, and a torrential flood of liquid love gushed forth from her pulsating pussy, slathering the floor beneath her with her juices. Her massive, milky melons wibbled and wobbled like the two biggest bowls of gelatin in the world, each of their tortured teats spewing spurt after spurt of creamy white right onto Celestia’s hands. Her wings twitched and quivered behind her, and sparks of green electricity shot up the length of her horn from base to tip. Her face was frozen in a mask of mind-shattering sexual ecstasy, her lips parted as her long, shrieking howl filled the room, and her unseeing eyes watched the abstract display of lights and colors that flashed before them like a kaleidoscope.

Chrysalis, of course, was not in the correct mental state to process any of this. Celestia, on the other hand, witnessed every climactic second, every delicious little detail, savoring the sight of Chrysalis cumming her brains out with an abnormally sadistic glee. She watched the queen’s bimbofied body writhe under her touch, watched it until those acres of pale flesh began to glow with a distinctive green light. Celestia’s eyes clamped shut reflexively as Chrysalis was suddenly enveloped in that bright light, which faded away again just as quickly. At the same time, she inexplicably lost her hold on the thick, milky nipples between her fingers, those rock-hard nubs seemingly vanishing into thin air. She opened her eyes again just in time to see Chrysalis topple backwards onto the floor, lying there spread-eagle before her.

As her eyes recovered from the flash, Celestia looked down at Chrysalis, noticing several major changes to the queen’s body. Those bodacious breasts of hers had deflated significantly, leaving her with a pair almost imperceptibly smaller then Celestia’s. Her other astonishing assets had been similarly reduced, her pillowy thighs and her jiggly ass cheeks having lost a huge amount of mass between them. In short, Chrysalis looked exactly as she had when she had strolled through the door of that sauna just a short while earlier. Aside from the fact that the woman-shaped mass of creamy, quivering flesh lying before Celestia was slathered in a thick coating of sweat, milk, and her own femcum, she looked exactly like the changeling queen she had always known and hated.

Celestia closed her eyes and took several deep, calming breaths. She smiled softly as she listened to the relative silence of the sauna, Chrysalis’s heavy, shuddering breaths being nothing compared to her previous blathering. She opened her eyes again, reaching up and casually repositioning a few stray locks of her hair.

“Now,” she said calmly, “I’m going to sit back down and enjoy the rest of my steam in peace. You just stay there and rest. When I’m done, I’ll let the guards scrape you up and drag you off to the dungeons.”

With a satisfied smile on her face, Celestia stepped over Chrysalis and slowly made her way back to her seat.

By this time, however, Chrysalis had begun to recover from the biggest orgasm she had experienced since being kicked out of her hive. Her limbs still trembled, but the strength was slowly returning to her powerful muscles. Her ears were still filled with the pounding of her heart, but they were able to pick up Celestia’s dismissive remark. Her brain was still smothered in the warm haze of her afterglow, but she was able to recognize the humbling situation she had been placed in.

That little bitch. Does she really think that’s enough to finish me? I’ll show her how wrong she is.

With a grunt of exertion and a surge of her fiery will, Chrysalis forced her limp body to move, rolling over and pushing herself up with her trembling arms. Breathing heavily, she lifted her head and looked over at Celestia, taking in the sight of her thick thighs jiggling and her enormous cheeks wobbling as she walked away.

“Don’t...turn your back to me...you little slut!” grunted Chrysalis.

Perhaps Celestia had underestimated her opponent, as she did not care to notice Chrysalis pushing herself up off of the floor before it was too late. She heard the telltale creak of the wooden floor, and heard Chrysalis’s bestial snarl as the queen put every last ounce of strength she could muster into a powerful pounce that sent her hurtling towards her opponent. Celestia attempted to turn and face her attacker, but was not fast enough to stop Chrysalis from barreling into her side. The impact of the queen’s significant body weight knocked her off balance, but Celestia managed to stay standing, adopting a wide stance to steady herself. The collision did, however, provide enough of an opening for Chrysalis to wrap one strong arm around Celestia’s hips, clinging tightly to the princess’s lower half, while at the same time, sending her free hand rocketing upwards towards the big, plump target located between Celestia’s conveniently spread legs.

Celestia had her hand raised high above her head, fully prepared to crush that little insect once and for all, but before she could send it flying, that hand, as well as her arm, her legs, and every other part of her was suddenly paralyzed by a jolt of sensation that originated from her middle and spread throughout her entire body. It felt as if she had just been run through by a huge, heavy spear. In truth, she had been impaled, but by something that was both much more pleasurable than any humble pike, and potentially even more deadly. For you see, down below her belly, right between her juicy thighs, two of Chrysalis’s long, feminine fingers were lodged deeply in the tight, velvety corridor of her princessly pussy.

As the feeling of that forceful fingerfucking hit her, Celestia’s eyes went wide, and she let out a sharp, gasping moan. The sensation was not wholly unfamiliar to her, the princess having allowed the entry of certain delicate, feminine digits into her most private place in the past, but the sheer aggression behind that sudden invasion of her body was unlike anything her closely guarded womanhood had ever experienced. It nearly caused her to lose her balance again, but Celestia just barely managed to stay on her feet, placing a hand on a nearby bench to support herself. Breathing heavily, Celestia looked down at Chrysalis, seeing the fingers between her lips and the wicked smile on the queen’s face.

“What’s the matter, Celestia?” said Chrysalis through heavy breaths. “Changeling got your tongue!?!” The queen punctuated this remark by giving the fingers nestled firmly within Celestia’s depths a sudden sharp twist.

A squealing moan escaped Celestia’s lips as her pussy exploded with pleasure, Chrysalis’s strong fingers stretching out her tight flesh with ruthless abandon. She clamped her eyes shut as she attempted to weather the storm of ecstasy that was melting her muscles and frying her brain.

Sensing her weakness, Chrysalis drew her fingers back out of Celestia’s pussy almost all the way, those tight walls reflexively clenching around them as they went.

“I’ll show you what happens when you challenge the queen!” she snarled, ramming her fingers knuckle-deep into Celestia’s pussy in one swift motion.

Celestia squealed as yet another wave of pleasure slammed into her, and her resistance finally crumbled. Her wobbling legs, unable to support both Chrysalis’s weight and her own any longer, buckled, sending Celestia toppling down to the floor. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on one’s perspective, Celestia fell back into the waiting embrace of Chrysalis, who carefully lowered Celestia down into her lap.

“There we go,” Chrysalis cooed.

Chrysalis carefully sat upon the floor, maneuvering Celestia’s body so that the princess laid across her lap, her legs off to one side, and her head resting in the crook of the arm that was not busy teasing her tight lips. Two oceans of hot, sweaty breastflesh, one pale and one tanned, gently collided as their chests came together, the squishing of those breasts sending pleasurable shivers up both of their spines. As she embraced her adversary, Chrysalis kept up her assault, moving her fingers in and out of Celestia’s pussy slowly and gently.

Celestia’s mind was inundated by a constant stream of mild pleasure, making her whimper and moan softly, but still she attempted to resist. She kicked her trembling legs and impotently pounded against Chrysalis’s chest pillows, trying to wrestle her way out of the queen’s grasp.

Taking note of her plaything’s defiant squirming, Chrysalis worked one of her powerful legs out from under Celestia and placed it over those of the princess, her muscular limb easily able to keep those currently being wracked with pleasure in check. At the same time, Chrysalis reached out with her free hand and caught hold of Celestia’s wrist, putting a stop to that arm’s fruitless attacks. With Celestia’s other arm wedged between their bodies and buried under a mountain of boobs, the princess was well and truly subdued, powerless to resist the tender mercies of her captor.

“R-Release...mmmph...m-me!” said Celestia, forcing the words out through her constant moans.

“Release you?” said Chrysalis, smiling down at the pretty little fly snared in her web. “But we’ve only just begun!”

Up until that point, Chrysalis’s fingers had been moving slowly and methodically, carefully exploring Celestia’s depths and probing every inch of that hot, wet flesh for weaknesses. Despite belonging to such an aggressive, cruel woman, those experienced fingers moved with a gentle finesse unrivaled by any others in the magical land of Equestria. After decades of milking sweet, tender love from the hearts of innocents, men and women alike, Chrysalis had become a master of the sensual arts, and gleefully brought every bit of that skill to bear on the pretty little princess’s pretty little pussy.

Celestia continued to squirm and writhe in Chrysalis’s lap, but her movements were becoming increasingly reflexive, brought on by the pleasure arcing through her twitching muscles. She could feel Chrysalis within her, feel the queen moving about as she pleased, going wherever she wished, regardless of her own feelings. She felt those fingers tease her deepest, most private spots, sparing not an inch of her tender, vulnerable flesh.

Chrysalis chuckled softly as she watched Celestia’s will slowly crumble. “You’re holding out so well,” she said. “I’m impressed. Most women would be begging to become my love slaves by this point. Maybe you’re not as inexperienced as I thought.”

Fighting through her ecstasy, Celestia forced her eyes open, scowling up at Chrysalis. “Y-You…slut!” she grunted.

Chrysalis’s sadistic smile faltered, and her eyes narrowed. “I think that’s enough out of you,” she said.

With a firm flex of her arm, Chrysalis pulled Celestia’s head towards herself, forcefully pressing that beautiful face into the soft, creamy skin of one of her wobbling breasts. She might not have been as big as she once was, but Chrysalis still had more than enough hot, sweaty titflesh to completely cover Celestia’s face, even with just one breast. She smothered that dainty little princess with her queenly body, not so firmly as to keep her from breathing, but firmly enough that she would have to fight for every breath.

Celestia once again struggled to free herself, the oppressive weight of that massive mammary smooshing against her face rekindling the flames of her resistance. She hurled several more rude, un-princesslike remarks at her tormentor, but they, along with all of the various moans and whimpers that she had been filling the room with, were muffled by the thick, plump flesh that filled her mouth every time she parted her lips. Her quivering body wriggled about like a fish out of water, making one last desperate bid to escape.

This struggle did not escape the notice of Chrysalis, however, who used her superior positioning to keep her prisoner in check as she squirmed. Of course, it also helped when Chrysalis concluded the reconnaissance phase of her sensual attack, and commenced a full-on assault on Celestia’s closely guarded keep. Having identified Celestia’s most sensitive spots, her keen senses picking up just how much Celestia squirmed and how loudly she moaned with each probing touch, Chrysalis picked her targets, then let loose upon them with vengeful glee. Her powerful fingers plunged in and out of those lips with machine-like speed and regularity, ruthlessly pounding Celestia’s tight, tender flesh into submission.

Up until that point, Celestia had just barely managed to hold onto the last bit of self-control she had left in her, but as soon as Chrysalis commenced her assault in earnest, even that small lifeline was lost to her. The rough, domineering touch of Chrysalis’s fingers poured oil on the fire burning in her loins, those flames growing hotter and spreading to her furthest extremities. Her pitiful attempts at wriggling free immediately ceased, her body quivering as it succumbed to the unstoppable ecstasy sweeping through her. Buried beneath Chrysalis’s breast, Celestia let out a long, loud squeal, the sound of her pleasure audible even through her makeshift gag.

A truly villainous cackle filled the room, courtesy of Equestria’s resident evil queen. “You were foolish to resist,” said Chrysalis. “Even you are no match for me. Just give in. Just lay back and enjoy yourself...while I ruin your tight little cunt!”

Those words trickled into Celestia’s ears, but were quickly lost in the flurry swirling through her mind, tearing her down from the inside out. The last few sparks of resistance within her were being snuffed out one by one, her steely will crumbling under the influence of those fingers, just as so many others’ had before her. Her limbs having already abandoned her, she attacked Chrysalis with her teeth, but lacked the strength to do anything more than gently nibble on the doughy flesh before her face.

Celestia’s little love bites were not nearly enough to earn her freedom, but they did not go unnoticed by Chrysalis. After everything her breasts had been through in the past several minutes, a magical enlargement, some gentle teasing, some not-so-gentle teasing, a full-on nipple orgasm, and a forced magical reduction, that soft, warm flesh was about as tender as it could possibly be. The gentle scraping of Celestia’s pearly whites against that sensitive skin sent tiny shocks of pleasure rushing through her breast to her still-leaking nipple. Chrysalis bit her lip and moaned softly, but did not allow herself to be distracted from the task at hand.

Celestia could feel herself being carried away by the river of pleasure washing over her. Already, her body had betrayed her, her wide hips bucking reflexively as if begging for more, and her mind was not far behind. She used those few precious moments of clarity she had left to continue her counterattack, forcefully nuzzling Chrysalis’s breast to shift its great weight, hoping to find a weak spot. As the seconds ticked by, however, and her mind was increasingly lost to her burning lust, the true purpose of this sensual contact became muddled. So it was that, when Celestia’s lips brushed across a thick nub of stiff flesh protruding from that plush surface, she instinctively took it in her mouth, giving it a gentle nibble and prodding its milky tip with her tongue. As her mouth slowly filled with the warm, creamy milk that nipple produced, she felt a brief sense of victorious glee, but whether that glee was the result of finally finding a suitable target, or for some other reason altogether, was anyone’s guess.

Chrysalis gasped sharply as she felt one of her tender teats sucked deeply into a hot, wet mouth, the touch of tooth and tongue sending a jolt of pleasure arcing through her. She scowled down at Celestia, even as a stream of soft moans flowed from her lips.

“Who said you could have that?” she said.

To punish Celestia’s brazen act, Chrysalis increased her already rapid pace, fingerfucking Celestia’s pussy at a frightening speed that would have broken the brains of most women in mere moments.

To Celestia’s credit, she managed to hold out slightly longer than that, even as her body screamed for the satisfaction that could only be gained by her submission. She continued to suckle from the broodmother’s breast, furiously gulping down mouthful after mouthful of its milky goodness. A more lucid Celestia might have reflected upon the oddly pleasant taste of that milk, a taste vaguely reminiscent of honey, a sweetness she would not have expected from such a sour woman, but as it was, she swallowed it down unthinkingly, as if she were dying of thirst. Chrysalis’s motherly body was more than willing to provide for that thirst, spewing forth milk from its seemingly inexhaustible supply at a steadily increasing rate. Celestia did not question why her forceful lapping and tight sucking made that teat leak so significantly, as every delicious gulp that made its way down her mouth added to the mind-numbing pleasure she experienced.

That battle of wills continued on for a short while longer, each woman relishing the pleasure the other gave them, even as they attempted to resist it. Chrysalis bit her lip and pressed Celestia more firmly against her breast, while Celestia writhed in her lap and moaned into her flesh. Under different circumstances, that contest could have gone on for ages, both of those powerful Amazons possessing a staggering strength of mind and body, but as it was, with Celestia so thoroughly outplayed, the inevitable conclusion of that struggle soon arrived. Chrysalis kept that whimpering, moaning princess stewing in her lust until just the right moment, and then, with one final powerful thrust, delivered the finishing blow, ramming her fingers as far into Celestia’s depths as they could reach.

After enduring a fingerfucking of truly legendary proportions, the great dam holding back the frothing tides of sexual energy within Celestia’s body finally burst, allowing its contents to flow forth unimpeded. As that hot, molten lust swept through Celestia’s body, she let loose a thunderous wail of ecstasy that could have been heard from a mile around had it not been muffled by the huge, milky gag that it was. Her back arched as her muscles tensed, quivering as they felt wave after wave of incredible pleasure wash over them. Her little toes scrunched, her massive breasts wobbled, her plush ass cheeks jiggled, and her burning pussy clamped down like a vice around the fingers that worked furiously to milk every last drop of hot, sticky love nectar those pretty petals had to offer.

A wide smile spread across Chrysalis’s face as she watched Celestia’s long-resisted climax play out before her. She savored every note of her pathetic moaning, every twitch of her voluptuous body, every forceful squirt of her needy pussy, even as she savored the spine-tingling touch of her soft tongue on her nipple. Even as her victory became apparent, Chrysalis did not dial back her assault, her fingers continuing to push Celestia to greater and greater heights, until the little princess’s body simply couldn’t go any further. After one final muffled squeal, Celestia’s body collapsed back down into Chrysalis’ lap, lying there limply. Only then did Chrysalis show mercy on her newest conquest, quickly slowing her fingers to a crawl, and eventually, bringing them to a stop.

For a few moments, Chrysalis sat there, breathing heavily from her own exertion. She swallowed, then looked down at Celestia, carefully lifting her breast up and off of her face. A loud, wet pop sounded out as Chrysalis’s thick nipple, slathered in both milk and saliva, was yanked out of Celestia’s mouth. As the obstruction was removed, Celestia gasped in lungfuls of much-needed air, her great bosom heaving as she did so. Chrysalis chuckled softly as she took in Celestia’s unseeing eyes staring up at the ceiling, the sweaty strands of hair plastered to her once-picturesque face, and the tongue that continued to lap at the air, as if begging to get another taste of her.

“Aww...did the little princess enjoy herself?” said Chrysalis.

Chrysalis slowly drew her fingers out of Celestia’s freshly-fucked pussy, those slick walls reflexively tightening around her, not wanting to be parted from the things that had given them so much pleasure. Celestia quivered from head to toe as her depths were vacated, and let out a soft, shuddering moan. Her sopping wet lips made a lewd squelching noise as Chrysalis’s fingers were pulled free, a thin strand of femcum bridging the gap between them. Chrysalis slowly raised her soiled fingers to her mouth, wrapped her long, dexterous tongue around them, then slowly licked up every drop with practiced ease. She let out a pleasured moan as she swallowed down Celestia’s juices, licking her lips in satisfaction.

“Oh, Celestia,” Chrysalis cooed, looking down at the bedraggled princess in her lap, “I never imagined you would taste this...scrumptious. You must have quite a bit of love in that plump little body of yours.”

Chrysalis released Celestia, slid her hands into the princess’s armpits, then carefully lifted her limp body up and off of her. She held Celestia out in front of her like a little girl proudly examining her brand-new dolly. Celestia’s head flopped forward, the exhausted princess lacking the strength even to hold it aloft, a fact which elicited a chuckle from Chrysalis.

“You know what I think I’ll do?” said Chrysalis softly. “I think I’ll drain every last drop of love from you...slowly...and humiliatingly. I’ll suck you dry, and then leave your limp body on the floor for the staff to clean up. And then...I can enjoy the sauna without having to listen to your whining. Would you like that, little princess? Would you like the queen to feast on you?”

Deep within the thick haze of afterglow that clouded her mind, a spark of Celestia’s willpower was rekindled. She may have just lived through one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt, a sexual experience that had drained her both mentally and physically, but she was still the same powerful princess she had been before. Already, her trembling muscles were calming, their previous strength slowly seeping back into them. Her mind, too, was recovering, the clouds of warm, cozy pleasure that surrounded them parting, even as aftershocks of her climax washed over her. She may have been down, but she was not out, not be a long shot.

No. I cannot lose to her. I will not lose to her. Not again.

Chrysalis’s triumphant smile faltered as she saw Celestia’s lips move, and heard the puny whisper of what might have been words.

“Speak up, you little slut,” she said.

Again, Celestia seemed to whisper something, slightly louder this time, but still unintelligible.

“What...What are you saying?” said Chrysalis.

When Chrysalis again failed to parse Celestia’s murmuring, she gave into her increasingly frustrated curiosity and tentatively leaned in towards her, angling her ear to pick out Celestia’s words.

Celestia swallowed, then spoke again. “Not...today,” she said softly, “you bitch!”

The words had hardly left Celestia’s lips before her feet found purchase on the wooden floor, planting themselves as firmly as possible, then giving a mighty kick with every bit of strength her wobbly legs could muster. Despite only possessing a fraction of her usual power, that kick was still enough to send her flopping forward towards Chrysalis.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, and with her hands full, Chrysalis was unable to brace herself before Celestia’s Amazonian body collided with hers head-on. It was not a particularly forceful impact, yet Celestia’s significant inertia was still enough to send Chrysalis toppling backwards onto the floor, a vocalization of shock and surprise springing from her lips. Chrysalis’s back and head slammed into the wooden floor, not hard enough to seriously injure her, but hard enough to annoy the already riled-up queen. She did not have long to dwell on this, however, as the mild pain was almost instantly overwhelmed by another, much more pleasurable feeling.

While Celestia had been able to get herself moving, stopping herself again proved to be too great a task for her. She planted her hands on the floor to hold herself up, but her weary arms buckled as soon as they felt her weight upon them, sending her crashing down onto Chrysalis.

Fortunately for those voluptuous royals, they both possessed a significant amount of soft, plush padding that made the climactic impact of their bodies more pleasurable than either of them could have anticipated. Two pairs of mammoth mammaries collided, their immense curvatures significantly flattened by the forceful sandwiching they endured. Oceans of pale and tanned flesh alike squished out in all directions, and by a miraculous coincidence, two pairs of rock-hard nipples met between them, each sensitive pink nub roughly pressed against its counterpart on the other woman’s chest. Two sets of wide, motherly hips slammed together, and further down, two plump, wet pussies, each one still tender from their recent climaxes, came together in a forceful kiss, the entire lengths of their luscious lips lining up perfectly, right up to their sensitive little love buttons.

Two sharp, gasping moans filled the room as a powerful jolt of pleasure passed through them, their minds momentarily wiped clean by the unexpected sensation. Their muscles quivered with delight as they felt it, and their hips reflexively bucked against each other, rubbing their slick lower lips together. Their plump bodies rippled as the energy of their impact slowly dissipated, but their renewed trembling ensured that that sea of hot, sweaty flesh never calmed completely.

Chrysalis and Celestia lay like that for a moment, each of their heavy breaths pressing their chests more firmly together, sending tiny waves of sensual warmth coursing through them. Eventually, however, the two met each other’s half-lidded gazes, and they immediately recalled the details of the situation they had found themselves in. Their lustful faces turned aggressive as both women simultaneously reached for the other, beginning their struggle anew. Celestia quickly managed to take hold of Chrysalis’s hands with her own, threading their fingers together and forcing her arms down against the floor. At the same time, Chrysalis kicked and wriggled her powerful legs, but Celestia used her own thick thighs to force Chrysalis’s apart, resting on top of them to hold them in place.

“Get off me, you little skank!” said Chrysalis as she attempted to wrestle her way out from under Celestia.

“Not on your life, you dirty whore!” spat back Celestia.

The sauna echoed with a symphony of grunts, moans, and muttered insults as the two struggled, pitting their exhausted, sweaty bodies against each other. Chrysalis wriggled and squirmed as she attempted to escape her pin, fruitlessly seeking out a weakness she could exploit. At the same time, Celestia shifted to match her opponent’s movements, fighting to maintain her superior position. All the while, their most sensitive spots continued to grind against each other, their bodies and minds gradually weakening under the influence of the pleasure filling them up.

The two were at an impasse, Chrysalis being unable to escape, and Celestia being forced to devote herself entirely to keeping Chrysalis down. Growing increasingly frustrated with this predicament, both sexually and otherwise, Chrysalis soon lost patience and resorted to more serious means of overpowering her opponent. She was too weary and too horny to have successfully shifted her shape, but she was still capable of making good on the threat she had made to the little princess a minute earlier.

Celestia watched as Chrysalis closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, realizing with horror what the queen was doing. She heard the soft whistling of air as Chrysalis inhaled, drawing in an unnaturally long breath that never seemed to end. Celestia gasped as she felt an icy hand clasp her pounding heart and slowly squeeze. A most unpleasurable shiver ran up her spine as she felt herself being wrung like a wet towel, her fiery passion, her righteous valor, and her sunny hopefulness draining out of her drop by drop, leaving her hollow and empty inside. Celestia watched helplessly as these beautiful feelings were drawn out of her mouth in the form of a pink, luminescent mist which flowed directly down Chrysalis’s awaiting gullet.

She’s feeding off of me! She’s...She’s sucking the love right out of me! I can feel it.

Already, Celestia could feel her body weakening, and feel her heart growing cold and empty. She knew she needed to act, and act fast, if she were going to avoid becoming the queen’s lunch. Unfortunately, she was in no position to come up with any kind of intelligent stratagem, her mind a swirling torrent of anger, lust, and supernatural despair. The long, swirling horn on her head was of no use to her either, Celestia lacking the mental focus to cast even the simplest of cantrips. There was only one way that horny little princess could think of to stop the queen, only one way to put a stopper in those plush, feminine lips that sat so invitingly just a short distance before her face.

Allowing her instincts to guide her, Celestia leaned her head forward as far as it would go, but due to the sheer volume of soft, squishy titflesh between her and Chrysalis, she was unable to cross the gap between them. Celestia did not give up, however, the rapidly increasing chill she felt filling her with the strength of desperation. She repeatedly threw her weight against Chrysalis, compressing their breasts more and more each time, and gaining precious inches. The powerful surges of pleasure that this elicited in both of them neither deterred Celestia, not cut off the stream of love flowing into Chrysalis’s mouth. As she felt her heart grow sickeningly hollow, Celestia put all of her strength into one last forceful push, squishing their jiggling chest melons to a fraction of their normal size as she finally pushed her face all the way up to Chrysalis’s and pressed her lips against those of the queen.

Chrysalis’s eyes flew open, and she let out a startled moan, the product of both the electric pleasure of having her tender tits so roughly handled, and of the shock of realizing what Celestia had just done. That moan flowed up her throat before echoing straight into the hot, wet cavern of Celestia’s mouth, but that wasn’t all that Chrysalis coughed up. In the changeling equivalent of a spit take, all of the sweet, sugary love that Chrysalis had absorbed suddenly rushed back up her gullet, out of her mouth, and back into the body it rightfully belonged in.

Celestia felt the chill gripping her heart recede as the warmth and light of the burning sun filled her up once again. Her muscles, wearied by steam, sex, and their sensual struggle, received a burst of strength and energy that she immediately put to good use. Releasing Chrysalis’s hands, Celestia wrapped her arms around the queen, squeezing tightly to ensure that their bountiful breasts would not bounce her back. At the same time, she pressed her lips more firmly against Chrysalis’s, forming a tight seal over that deadly mouth.

As Chrysalis’s shock faded, her brow furrowed in angry recognition of what her opponent was doing. She glared at Celestia, who met her gaze with one just as intense.

That deluded little slut! Does she really think she can stop me from feeding? Oh, she’ll regret challenging the greatest tongue-wrestler in this miserable little country!

Chrysalis threw her arms around Celestia, holding her head in place to prevent the princess from fleeing. With Celestia caught in her grasp, Chrysalis began her counterattack, her long tongue darting like a viper into Celestia’s vulnerable mouth. Celestia was ready for her, however, and quickly sent her own experienced tongue to repel the invader. The two tongues came together in a flurry of motion, swirling, twirling, and darting about each other as fast as lightning. Celestia and Chrysalis exchanged blows like a pair of master fencers, lunging, parrying, and feinting with a skill that would have been awe-inspiring to behold, had anyone actually been able to see it happen.

The violent energy of that fearsome kiss spread throughout their bodies, renewing their greater wrestling match. Their breasts ached with ecstasy as their silken skin, lubricated with sweat and milk, rubbed together and their stiff nipples exchanged rough kisses of their own. Their hips gleefully humped each other, caring not for the petty squabbles of their owners, but only for the incredible pleasure that came from mashing their sopping wet pussies together. Their legs soon followed suit, each woman’s moving to try and wrap around the other as best they could.

The two lay like that for a minute or so, moaning into each other’s mouths, swirling their tongues together, their bodies seeking out increasingly sexual contact, all while the two shot each other fiery glares. Their bodies squirmed and writhed against each other, and with all of that body mass being thrown around, their center of gravity began to shift. The two rocked slightly from side to side, a motion that became more violent with every passing moment. It soon reached the point where Celestia’s back was teetering to and fro like the deck of a ship in a storm. With her attention focused on other matters, and with her supporting legs busy rubbing against Chrysalis’s thick thighs, there was nothing to stop the inevitable capsizing of that ship.

With a final push, Celestia and Chrysalis’s bodies rocked way off to one side, teetering precariously for half a second, before finally completing their roll. Chrysalis’s back left the floor, just as Celestia’s found it, her huge, fluffy wings providing an excellent cushion for her. Their sudden reversal of position did not interrupt their duel, however, the princess and the queen neither breaking their increasingly heated kiss not releasing their hold on each other. If either of them realized that the upset could have potentially allowed Chrysalis to escape, they did not seem to care, both of them throwing themselves single-mindedly into their sensual brawl.

So it was that neither of those two warrior-women ever thought to withdraw from the fight, not even to take up a more advantageous position. They continued to rock and roll across the floor of the sauna, frequently switching positions, neither of them seeming to care about who ended up on top, or about anything else for that matter. The only thing in the world they cared about, the one thought that consumed their lust-addled minds, was the complete and utter domination of their opponent, although the exact nature of that domination was becoming increasingly muddled.

With every steamy second that passed, their fiery passion was increasingly fueled not by anger, but by the burning of their dripping loins, but the transition happened so gradually that neither of them seemed to notice. Neither of them noticed as the humping of their hips grew faster, mashing their pussies together in a needy frenzy. Neither of them noticed as their legs wrapped around each other, squeezing the two more tightly together. Neither of them noticed as their hands wandered over each other’s bodies, caressing backs, running through hair, planting hard smacks on each other’s asses, and slipping between their sweaty breasts to tease and tug at each other’s aching nipples. Neither of them noticed as their harsh expressions softened, their eyes trembling with lust. They didn’t even notice when Celestia’s great wings unfurled and wrapped around their bodies, enveloping them in a blanket of soft, warm flesh and downy feathers that felt heavenly against their skin.

It did register in their brains, however, when their lips began to part due to the increasing sloppiness of their kiss. Their tongues, wearied by their ferocious battle, collided with softer and gentler blows every time, until the point where they were merely caressing each other, exploring each other’s tender skin with a carnal passion that neither woman would have admitted to. Their plush lips, slick with saliva, broke their seal with a loud, wet pop, but continued to keep in contact as often as they could. Through the gaps of their lips flowed in much-needed air, and flowed out never-ending streams of whimpering moans and whispered words.

“You...You’re gonna cum...aren’t you?” said Chrysalis, slipping the words out in between her heavy breaths and passionate smooches. “Little...slut. I knew you...wanted me.”

Meeting Chrysalis’s half-lidded gaze with her own, Celestia replied. “Look who...who’s talking,” she said, breathing just as heavily. “You’re moaning like a...like a...a whore.”

“Takes one...to know one,” said Chrysalis.

The two closed their eyes and locked lips again, exchanging a brief, but intense kiss before parting again.

“Go ahead...little...princess,” said Chrysalis. “I know you...want to. C-Cum! You know you...won’t outlast me.”

“Tough...talk,” said Celestia. “You’re gonna...You’re gonna cum...any second now. I can see it...in your eyes.”

“Yeah right...you slutty little…virgin,” said Chrysalis.

“You...fake bimbo,” said Celestia.

“F-Fat-ass pig!” said Chrysalis.

“Dirty cow!” said Celestia.

“Fuck...you!” said Chrysalis.

“Fuck you!” said Celestia.

Their harsh words were cut off as their lips again met in a wild, sloppy kiss, the two regal women moaning whorish moans into each other’s mouths as their tongues danced around one another. They tightened their sensual embrace, the two hugging each other’s bodies with their arms, their legs, and their wings. Positioned on top, Celestia repeatedly slammed her huge hips down onto those of Chrysalis with enough lustful strength to have crushed the pelvis of any lesser woman. Lying beneath her, Chrysalis squeezed those hips with her legs in time with Celestia’s thrusts, forcing their dripping, quivering pussies together with enough force to have pounded metal into shape. They pressed their chests closer and closer together, plunging their nipples deeply into each other’s warm, milk-slathered flesh, every additional inch bringing with it a greater surge of pleasure.

Despite their boasting, they could both sense what was coming. Both princess and queen could feel the sexual pressure building up within them like air in a balloon, and knew that it would not be long before they popped. Already, their bodies had completely succumbed to their lust, seeking out every precious ounce of pleasure they could squeeze out of each other, regardless of their owner’s desires. Their mouths no longer obeyed them either, those lips and tongues lapping and sucking each other in an orgy of soft, slippery flesh. Their heads nuzzled together, their long horns gently rubbing against each other, sending shivers of ecstasy running down their spines. Their half-lidded eyes were locked on each other, even as brain-melting pleasure gradually forced them closed. They refused to look away, each determined to see the exact moment their enemy finally succumbed to their superior sexual prowess. In the end, they both got their wish when those hard, steely gazes finally snapped, and both pairs of big, beautiful eyes clamped shut as those pent-up royals finally released all of their anger, their hatred, and their legendary lust in a shared climax of truly epic proportions.

Two sets of plump toes scrunched, and two pairs of thick, curvy legs squeezed with every ounce of bone-crushing strength they had in them. Two sets of babymaking hips were fused together from the sheer force of their embrace, and two juicy, thick-lipped pussies clenched like vices as they released twin floods of femcum, slathering each other’s skin with their liquid love as their clits kissed. Two colossal asses clenched, their jiggly cheeks rippling with waves of hot, sweaty flesh. Two pairs of titanic tits, every inch of their vast surfaces coated in milk, smooshed together, eliciting a climactic eruption of the milky geysers buried between them. Two sets of fingers dug into two strong, smooth backs, and two sets of wings, one fluffy and one sheer, twitched and quivered. Two long horns surged with raw, sexual energy which arced between them like a magical Jacob’s ladder. Two beautiful faces contorted in ecstasy, and two sets of powerful lungs released two long, loud, piercing cries of sexual euphoria that came together in a harmony of hateful, lustful love.

All thoughts of rivalry, of competition, of domination were swept from their minds by the flood of carnal pleasure that passed through them, filling every nook and cranny of their beings. The bright, burning fireworks of their scintillating sex singed their psyches in a display of complete and utter catharsis. Wave after wave of hot, burning pleasure washed over their needy minds, just as it arced through their tense, spasming muscles and their electrified skin. They desperately clung to that pleasure, savoring every sweet, beautiful second of it, caring not whose fertile, feminine body was giving it to them. As it swept them away, the two continued to wail, grunt, moan, whimper, and mutter obscenities unbecoming of even the lowliest of whores, let alone two refined royals. They lay like that, not like princess and queen, not like enemy and adversary, but like two needy women merely enjoying the myriad of sensual pleasures their soft, plush bodies could give them.

As powerful and experienced as those bodies were, however, even they could not keep that heavenly euphoria pumping through them forever. Their clenching, quivering cunnies, having already spurted forth enough femcum to drown a small village, finally fell still, their tight muscles going limp, moving only to shiver as they felt the aftershocks of their earth-shattering orgasms. The rest of their bodies soon followed suit, every pound of powerful muscle and soft, plump fat collapsing into a limp mass of pale and tanned flesh slathered in sweat, saliva, milk, and the nectar of their juicy honeypots. So thoroughly spent were they that they might have been mistaken for dead had the soft sounds of their heavy breaths not filled the room and the rhythmic swelling of their chests not budged their ragdoll forms.

Such was the situation that Celestia’s and Chrysalis’s fragile consciousnesses slowly reawakened to as the sexual infernos raging through their minds diminished to smoldering embers of sensual warmth. They felt the ever-present touch of the hot, steamy air which gently caressed their most sensitive spots with its immaterial fingers. They each felt their own sticky, sweaty flesh, just as they felt that of the incidental lover they embraced. They felt their muscles quiver as reflexive jolts of pleasure reverberated from one of their bodies into the other, then back again. They felt each other’s warm breaths on their faces, caressing their lips like gentle kisses.

Slowly, their eyes drifted open, gradually focusing on the sight before them. Their serene faces were pressed together, their foreheads touching, their noses gently booping, and their plump lips close enough to stretch out and smooch. As reason, memory, and will trickled back into their brains to take the place of lustful instinct, they were able to force those mouths to move, the only parts of their bodies they were currently capable of budging.

“You...You...c-came...first,” said Celestia, her words carried on the wind of her heavy breaths.

“Y-Yeah...right,” replied Chrysalis, breathing just as heavily.

They stared into each other’s blissful eyes as they caught their breath and waited for their strength to return to them. Neither of those prideful women wanted to admit defeat, but at the same time, they were just too damn tired to continue arguing about it.

“You want to…to call it...a draw?” said Celestia.

Chrysalis pursed her lips, seeming for a moment as if she were about to hurl some childish jab at her, but eventually decided against it. “Fine,” she said.

“Unless…” said Celestia, her eyes drifting away.

“Unless….what?” said Chrysalis.

“Unless,” said Celestia, meeting Chrysalis’s gaze once more, “you want to...go for a...tiebreaker?”

Chrysalis watched as a spark of aggressive competitiveness was kindled in Celestia’s eyes, just as her lips spread into a small grin. Chrysalis’s lips formed a matching grin, a trace of her usual smugness making itself shown on them and in her smoldering eyes.

“You’re on!” said Chrysalis.