Blueblood awoke slowly. He groaned softly, shifting his weight as his eyes drifted open. He yawned, then wondered momentarily why the bed wasn't creaking beneath him. Ever since he'd gotten his operations, it seemed that the damned thing wouldn't stop complaining at his muscular, massive weight.

He pushed his shoulders forward, and froze when he felt his rear press up against something hot and hard. Blinking stupidly, Blueblood let his head sink back against a pillow - but that was no pillow behind him. It - they - were far too large. Large and round and firm...

He grunted. There was a sudden motion behind him, and his eyes widened. Just at the corner of his vision, he could see a wall of blue reaching up above him. The slight curve of a breast tapered off out of his field of view, deep blue fur rising and falling with the slowness of a hulking creature's breath. As he moved, he felt something tighten around his waist: Trixie's arm, he realized, which had him clutched to her middle much like a teddy bear. Glancing down, he couldn't help but notice the way her palm was nestled between his abs and swollen member. A well-endowed teddy bear, at that.

Once he'd registered that he was being spooned by an oversized amazon, the events of last night began to rush back into his mind. Blearily, Blueblood glanced off the side of the bed - and blanched. The bed had collapsed, likely beneath Trixie's enormous weight, and the mattress itself had been flattened like a pancake. No wonder he hadn't heard it creaking. His gaze followed the thick contours of muscle that ridged the body behind him; noticing just how close Trixie's huge feet came to reaching the far wall, Blueblood gave an involuntary gulp. Just how big was she...?

Behind him, he felt Trixie stirring. He turned back to face her, and saw her eyes flutter open. She smiled sleepily down at him, confidence and power radiating from her gaze.

"Good morning, my cute little cocksleeve," she rumbled. She gave his muzzle a playful flick, and Blueblood's cheeks flushed. She moved down to trace a finger across the round contours of his pecs; he stifled a groan as she squeezed one of his protruding, erect nipples. "Sleep well?"

Meeting her eyes, he slowly nodded. Truth be told, he felt rather exhausted. On impulse, he tried to tense his rump-muscles, and found her couldn't - his entire rear end felt nearly paralyzed. He could almost feel his asshole gaping behind him, a yawning cavern just waiting to be filled. The urge wasn't as strong as it had been, but he still felt a kind of...longing. It scared him, excited him, but he shoved it away before letting himself consider it further.

"Good," Trixie said. There was a deep kind of satisfaction in her voice. He found himself clinging to it, hanging on her every last word. Her smile broadened, and her finger moved down to trace along the side of his shaft, still a good three-plus feet long even when soft. "Now, I believe you mentioned a ring last night..."

She fluttered her eyelashes endearingly down at him. A pout appeared on her face; on a smaller mare, it would have been adorable. On her, it looked very nearly intimidating.

"Won't you go out and get it for me?" she asked sweetly.

Finding a hall large enough to contain Trixie for the wedding had been, surprisingly enough, not very difficult.

The Royal Canterlot Palace, after all, had towering halls enough to accommodate dozens if not hundreds of ponies at a time - and, Blueblood had quickly recalled with a slap of his temples, it had been built to house a pair of mares at or approaching Trixie's size in the first place.

Finding a ring large enough to fit her finger, though, had been quite a bit more difficult - especially once Trixie had insisted that it be a pure gold circlet, complete with a large-enough diamond to befit her "princessly stature" perched atop it. The resulting sums had sent Blueblood's bankers into cold sweats when they'd heard, but Trixie had gotten her ring in the end. Custom-made, the final product was heavy, thick enough to go comfortably around a smaller mare's wrist, and as far as Blueblood was concerned, with every single bit.

He couldn't help but feel a bit giddy as the processions unfolded around him. Trixie's size was...new to him. Exciting. He'd never been with a mare her size, let alone shared a bed with someone of her sheer power. Each look up into her eyes warned him that he'd certainly made the right decision - and the feeling between his legs at the sight of her huge, rippling muscles and equally large tits informed him that, whether it had been the correct one or not, he'd certainly chosen lustfully.

Standing beside her, before the altar, why, Blueblood felt downright small. He towered over the officiant - the slender, older stallion didn't even reach his pecs - but where he was big, Trixie was much, much bigger. He loved it, cherished the sensation of standing in her shadow, and for reasons that might have seemed alien just days before. He'd finally found a mare worthy of his love - a mare worthy of sharing the power of royalty with. Why, hadn't he always said that a noble needed to seize power wherever they could find it? And Trixie had seized a whole lot more than that.

They'd measured her to be precisely twelve feet, eight inches - only six inches shorter than the great Princess Celestia herself. Not a single other pony at the ceremony even came up to her waist; even Blueblood's horn only reached her nipples, and the ground shook with every step she took. She'd been dressed up in an oversized gown loaned from Celestia herself, a stunning white garment that outlined her breasts perfectly and clung to her every curve, hiding absolutely nothing. Beneath that curvy, velvety exterior, everyone could see the cords of hard, rippling muscle flexing underneath. Blueblood smiled weakly to himself and stepped a bit closer to her, feeling her presence as the officiant droned on.

Why, he felt himself chubbing up at the very sight of her. Standing this close...it was an aphrodisiac to him, setting every one of his sensibilities alight. He groaned softly, doing his best to stifle an oncoming erection as it threatened to rip right through his good wedding clothes.

Truth be told, that might not be such a bad thing. He looked patently ridiculous. Where Trixie was merely impressively proportioned for her size, Blueblood's physique looked like a pair of muscular spheres stacked onto a tiny hourglass' center, with a ludicrously sized bulge at the front. No suit had been large enough to fit him (there was a reason he'd gone around largely nude after his final operation); even the tailor-made one they'd been able to have made had been on short notice, and as such as near bursting at the seams. He looked absolutely obscene, especially given the ridiculous pouch sticking out a good three feet in front of him. It held his entire stallionhood: his enormous balls, plus his long, snaking endowment curled up around them. He'd - Trixie - had made sure to "empty" him a good four times that morning, but even now, he could feel his ballsack swelling and groaning with fresh cum. From the smirk he'd seen on Trixie's face as he'd approached the dais, she'd been able to tell too. Why, he'd been drooling precum all down the aisle.

Still, the naked lust on Trixie's face had been all that he'd cared about. Blueblood narrowly saved himself from slipping off into another boner-fueling reverie when the words of the officiant reached his ears:

"Prince Blueblood, do you take this mare to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," he said, without missing a beat. He looked up; Trixie gave an approving nod down to him.

"Then you may - " The officiant paused, frowned, turned from Blueblood to face Trixie. "You may kiss the groom," he said rather meekly, staring up at her tremendous tits. Trixie smiled.

With a flex of powerful muscles, Trixie bent over. Blueblood nearly choked as he found his face pressed between her two titanic tits, then moaned, her powerful lips eclipsing his as she pulled him into a kiss. Behind them, scattered applause filled the room, but neither of the lovers cared.

Trixie continued to push her weight forward, grabbing him in both hands as she pressed him to the ground. Blueblood moaned harder into the kiss, his cock swelling up as it grinded against Trixie's muscular inner thigh. There was a loud, awful ripping noise, and his erect shaft sprang free as tatters of tuxedo cloth went rustling through the air. Trixie pressed heavily on his chest, snarling with hunger as she sandwiched his cock between her breasts, her huge, massive body weighing him down and keeping him in place.

The kiss ended with a snap, and Trixie slowly pulled away. She left Blueblood panting on the floor, his impressive chest inflating with each wheezing breath he took.

"W-wow," he said.

Trixie smiled sweetly down at him. She planted a soft kiss on his head, then flashed him her diamond ring. "Love you too, sweetie," she said.