"Just one more!"

"Not right now, Dashie."

"C'mon, please?"

"No!"

"Chi-ckkkkeennn?"

"We're herbivores."

"..."

Twilight happily returned to reading "Assertive Discipline" by Cantering Lead. Sure, her classroom was basically one pony at this point, since Starlight Glimmer was more of an aide, but it never hurts to bone up on technique! And hopefully, having re-oriented Dashie to an orthogonal argument…

"I can totally take you this time, Twilight!" came the probably to be expected interruption, and Dashie's cyan hands, tough but, thankfully, respectful of the book, came down once more, pushing Twilight's chosen relaxation material to the table.

"If you hurt the spine…"

"Egghead, please. I got this. Just like I've got you this time, for real!" Dashie said confidently. In most circumstances, being a seven foot tall alicorn princess with taut muscles on a super-gymnast's frame might have given the Princess of Loyalty and Storms a reason for such confidence.

Twilight snorted, and reached over with her free hand. She knew her friend and fellow Element, and tickled the sensitive spot right under her chin. "I said no, Dashie! I'm reading. Hopper only has a few more lessons before his grand tour!"

"Which will have lots of boring time sitting around for you to read boring books you won't need because Hopper is BORING if you don't push him! Look, I'll be your best friend!" Dashie pleaded, wings fluttering.

Twilight sighed, pulled her book away and carefully placed a bookmark in it before adding it to the "Rainbow Dash Killed My Book-ner" pile. She stood up, casting her shadow over the smaller alicorn, and leaned down to look at her, a slight, if annoyed smile on her face. "Dashie. In order of insanity. To start with, we, as Elements, have been friends for nearly eight years and are each others' primary social, professional, and sexual interactions."

Twilight tried to ignore Dashie's best lascivious face, which came off more like a teenage mare trying to trap her intended stallion in the corner of a school hallway-- less lustfully scary and more prankster. She raised one of her massive arms, and held up her right thumb. "That's one," she said, and extended her elegant pointer finger before saying, "Two, I am a foot taller than you but three times more massive as opposed to the expected one point four nine two seven irrational sequence for our respective heights.”

Dashie looked up at Twilight, and licked her lips. It was true, and not just because of Twilight's intensely amazonian frame. A nice padded layer of snugglable and intensely curvy plushness covered the immense alicorn's hips, ass, and mighty thighs, not to mention the gigantic melons currently heaving over Dashie's face, making her own Ds look like her pre-alicorn As. "Makes for a nice view?"

Twilight laughed softly, but shook her head. "And three, I have-- for the aforementioned reasons, and because I am an older--"

"By like, a few years!" interrupted Dashie.

"... I am an older alicorn," Twilight insisted, "With a portfolio that literally includes your own. What makes you strong, well, makes me stronger." To emphasize that fact, and because Twilight did love it when her friends gushed, she stood up to her full height and curled her giant arms upwards with her fingers cupping, palms skyward, as she bulged dangerously from limb to limb and pec to pec.

Dashie didn't verbally groan, but the way she was shifting in place told Twilight that Dashie would have to change her thong soon, and Dashie’s' otherwise plain sports bra put her cute little nips on display.

"There, see?" Twilight said, and tried to think if there was a different topic she could get back to studying up on. She’d be away from the Canterlot library for two whole years. If she needed refreshing on anything she intended to teach, Twilight knew she had to take care of it now.

"But I can totally beat you this time! I even have an egghead reason," Dashie protested. As Twilight planted her knuckles on her broad, foal-brooding hips, she arched an eyebrow, and Dashie blushed purple under her hide. Almost meekly, she held up a book, and Twilight was shocked.

Not that she doesn't read occasionally, Twilight thought, but it's a non-fiction book! Of course, it was about competitions; "Arm Wrestling: the Science of Leverage," definitely was something Twilight could see stiffening her Dashie's lit clit. She let out a heaving sigh and sat. "Oh, alright. Stakes?"

A rainbow swirl formed as Dashie twirled upside down and all around in the air, skillfully using the magic of her unicorn's horn to defeat inertia even more than usual. "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!" she squealed, and then coughed, looking embarrassed at Twilight, ruffling the back of her rainbow-striped main. "Er, usual stakes, maybe?" Dashie said hopefully. It's not that she'd ever gotten the chance to do Twilight with her griffon-model strapon, but she kept one well maintained and otherwise untouched when her winning streak turned around.

Twilight planted her right elbow on the table, palm under her chin as she considered Dashie. Given her druthers, Twilight would rather either wear a sensible robe when in the Elements' private section of her palace, or, with the unquenchable lust that had followed her transcendence, perhaps just be completely naked. Efficiency in all things, and it wasn't like she needed a bra: Twilight had sufficient back strength (and regenerative capabilities) to make sure her breasts’ mass never caused more than minor irritation.

Rarity would have none of it, and to Twilight's shock, the rest of her bevy of otherwise loving friends and wriggling little submissives had joined Rarity in a giant pout until Twilight had given in and agreed to wear something special during R and R time. As a result, Twilight's gorgeous super-strong legs were in long fishnet garters, held up by a waistband, crotchless at Twilight's insistence. She had a simple black nightie on over her washboard stomach, only trailing into lace at the sides and at the cups coming up to her nipples.

With her friends' cutie marks woven into the borders, each covered by little lace "chains" locking them down, and a cut out of her own starburst, Twilight felt more than a little touched, she supposed. Rarity had told her that all five of the other Elements had given the seamstress one hair from their cutie marks to weave into the otherwise silksteel lingerie. Other fun-time clothing might be permitted to tear during the athletic "relaxation" of the Elemental Alicorns, but never, never this nightie.

Dashie was getting nervous under Twilight's stare. Should be more nervous, my pushy little bottom, thought Twilight, and as she leaned further over, licking her lips, she was quite satisfied to see Dashie tremble a bit in a swirl of lust and nervousness. "No," Twilight said eventually, and Dashie blinked, looking hurt.

"No? But, I've been working on my tongue work with Flutters…" Dashie said, "I-i-i mean... Gotcha leGrunter is ready for you!"

Twilight rolled her eyes and her grin broadened. "You can keep that as your forfeit," she said. "But I want more. Payment, if you will, for bugging me for this after your losing record. I know my wins, and you know yours," Twilight said sternly and was rewarded by Dashie sitting down across from her, crossing and uncrossing her drenched thighs under the table.

"M-more?" asked Dashie, panting a bit.

"More," Twilight said, and reached across to pet Dashie's cheek with just her fingernails, trailing them slowly over blushing blue hide. "Three matches, even if someone is at two of three to start. Each match you win, you get to pick a hole of mine for poor, neglected 'Gotcha'," she said, sticking out her tongue at Dashie for the name. Dashie laughed, her throat dry, and Twilight reached over beside her to start grabbing the three heftiest, longest, most detail-oriented books of which Dashie had interrupted Twilight's read-on.

"For every match I win-- so these three here," she said with a quirky smile, one side up higher than the other, "You are my personal throne for the whole freaking book. The only time you get to move from holding my tush up," and here Twilight slapped her own rump, twisting a bit and lifting off of her seat to show Dash the rippling effect across the perfect cheek and hip to the side, "Is when I determine that I want you to switch from majority action for my pussy, and majority action for my ass. You will do it slow," Dashie pouted, but Twilight re-emphasized, "You will do it slow, you will do it sensuous, and you will do it without talking so I can read in comfort."

Twilight washed Dashie swallow heavily, and wriggle around nervously in her seat. Twilight pulled her hand back across the table and leaned on it again, while her other hand reached down to her muff to stroke it slowly. She loved watching Dashie here. Both halves of her good friend wanted this, even though the terms were nowhere even. Her competitive side wanted to match against the only Element that Dashie hadn't gotten even one win on in arm wrestling; the side of her that was a needy little cunt badly wanted to be ravished. Dashie had a dominant side, too, but that was being drowned out at the moment.

"Fine!" huffed Dashie, and Twilight gave her a cute little smile and wrinkled her nose.

"Fine what, Dashie?" asked Twilight, as she pulled her hand from her snatch and slowly began to lick each finger.

"Fine for the terms. Each win I get, I sonic rainbow-own one of your holes, and I'm starting with that lazy plot of yours! Each win you get… and… uh…" Dashie uncrossed her potent legs and with a squish that wasn't usually present, the lean (in present company), taut-muscled lengths pressed together. "Each win you get, and I'm your throne a little longer. After I take my forfeits with Gotcha!":

Twilight laughed and tossed her mane. Casually styled, it bounced around horn and ears, and trailed off her neck. She shifted the sturdy seat, tucked her legs back for a good position, and slammed her elbow down just hard enough on the table to make it shake and bounce. She locked gazes with Dashie, and held up her hand at just the right angle.

Rainbow Dash looked over her opponent carefully, and stood. Placing the chair aside, the High General of the Aerial Forces of Equestria, subordinate (Hee! went a different part of Dashie's self-narration) only to Princess Luna in military matters, Rainbow considered her opponent's arm, and, frankly, almost insultingly casual stance. She looked down at the challenging limb, up at the somewhat impatient look on Twilight's face, steadied her elbow on the table, and clasped hands with Twilight. "Okay, onetwothreego!" Dash shouted, and flexed hard at what she just knew was the best angle for leverage!

Twilight's arm didn't budge. At all. It didn't bulge either. It just didn't move. Rainbow, frustrated, tamped back the power, hoping to hit Twilight on the crease of the Princess of Magic's own offensive… but Twilight's arm still didn't move! Rainbow poured on the same force that let her break the sound barrier, that let her shatter stone with her punches…

Twilight looked back up from "Assertive Discipline," which she was reading by carefully pressing the pages with the finger of one hand. This was the one for grades 6-12, and wasn't as long as the ones she'd chosen for Dashie's time as Twilight's Royal Seat. "Oh, did we start?" she asked, innocently.

"Uh… no. Why, um, why don't you count? I was just getting psyched up." Despite her words, Rainbow tried for a few more seconds to move Twilight's mighty limb, to no avail. She tried again when Twilight was distracted, her horn glowing as she put the bookmark away. No luck.

"Kay," Twilight said, licking her lips as she put the book away, and met Rainbow's eyes; Rainbow almost lost herself, for a moment, in those intense, purple eyes, but kept herself focused. "Ready?" asked Twilight.

Rainbow shook her head, but breathed, stopped shaking, and said, "Yeah!"

"One," counted Twilight. Rainbow focused on her. "Two," Twilight said, and Rainbow wriggled her tail and rump back and forth. She was so ready. Twilight finished, "Three, go!" and a huge slam hit the table again, causing the ironwood to creak ominously. Twilight had simply slammed Rainbow down in a smooth motion on the mark.

"I wasn't ready!" protested Rainbow, who pouted at Twilight.

"But you said…"

"I was psyching myself up!"

"It counts, Dashie."

"Fiiiine," sighed Rainbow, and tried to surreptitiously flick feeling back into her wrist under the table. Okay, Twilight had a win, but Rainbow Dash, Princess of Awesome, could come from behind. Best two out of three, of course, and now, she had Twilight's measure. "This time, I count," she told Twilight, and brushed back her mane with the fingers of her free hand before taking hold of the table again.

"This time, right."

"Right!"

"Which you're ready for."

"Totally! Are you ready for this?"

"Yes, Dashie, I'm ready. Count, will you?"

"Fine. One, two, three, go!" shouted Rainbow, and tried to haul her all the moment she hit the oh sound.

For this match, Twilight took her time, slowly bringing crushing force down onto Rainbow's arm. As the frantic blue alicorn tried to find the right way to grab some kind of momentum or traction, Twilight let out a soft, happy moan as she easily kept a smooth, fluid motion on pushing Rainbow's arm down, a treacle domination, seemingly gravitic inevitability.

With Rainbow still struggling, Twilight kept up the force. As Rainbow sweated, her bangs soaking from the effort, Twilight let out little, happy pants, feeling her opponent's desperate, wriggling struggles, and still, Twilight simply would not let up, would not stop, would not even bother to go faster. She just… kept, pushing.

As the back of her hand was mere shivers away from the table, Rainbow looked over at Twilight. Saw the lust in her eyes. Saw love there, too, always love and friendship, but not the love of a slightly-more-equal partner for an old, goofy friend. The lust of a dominant for her submissive, of a boss mare for her assistant with such a cute little toned butt. Rainbow let out a soft moan, and stopped fighting.

"Aww," said Twilight, panting. "Not enough! Not nearly enough!" She growled a bit, and was pleased when Dashie instinctively gave way to Twilight's spatial presence, ducking her body and side away, and just for a moment ducking down to follow her defeated arm. Twilight held her there, even as Dashie arrested her motion and met Twilight's gaze again, until Dashie bowed her head.

Dashie admitted, "I lost," with a sigh.

Twilight decided to tease her beloved friend and fuck buddy. "Giving up, Dashie? I mean, I know it's two out of three, but if you really don't want even the chance to stop your pretty little Gotcha from gathering dust…" Dust in ass not sexy, the clinical part of Twilight's mind noted. Find different metaphor.

Thankfully, like little did in actual flight but occasionally still happened when they spoke, the extension of the metaphor flew over Dashie's head. She tried to get her hand out of Twilight's, struggling and glaring so deliciously that Twilight squeezed Dashie's hand a little tighter, briefly, before letting her go. Dashie snorted, her wings stiffening all the way out, and she straightened her posture, horn forward, frontal bang in place, ready to fight! "No way! I've got another shot, and I'm going to finally break… your… record!"

Twilight gave a small mental calculation in scientific notation, and decided not to tell Dashie that her record would still round for practical purposes to one hundred percent; Dashie wasn't going anywhere with the record other than getting another revolution as Twilight's throne and fuck toy. "My turn to count, right?" was all Twilight said, setting up her arm again.

Rainbow Dash was ready. Her opponent had the field advantage, but apparently didn't realize that the only important win was the final one. Narrowing her eyes, the legendary champion of the skies stared directly into those of her far-too-casual lavender alicorn opponent. Rainbow Dash had the data. She had the drive. She was going to get. That. Plot.

"Rainbow, I count, right?" Twilight said, looking at Dashie and wondering if maybe she'd lapsed a bit under already. "Also, I need your hand. You know. For the arm-wrestling."

"Huh whu LEVERAGE THAT MOMEN...tum." Rainbow Dash decided to throw in a bit of the crazy, to leave her opponent off balance, and then took the oversized and overconfident heifer's hand. "Yeah. You can start… when you're ready to lose!"

Dashie's capability to be two almost diametrically opposed mares sometimes boggled Twilight. There was the hot little goofball in front of her now, and there was the hot-blooded aerial warrior and scout that Twilight knew would never let her or Equestria down. Must be nice to really get to relax more than once every few months and let someone else do the work. Of course, Twilight planned on relaxing on Dashie's face for a while, but she'd make it up to her tonight. Her Orgasm Proportionality formula hadn't failed her yet!

Unlike Dashie's distraction, Twilight registered through her speculation and held her focus, settling in for the final match. "To be clear, you ready?" she asked.

"I'm good! I'm ready! You chicken?"

"No, me pony," Twilight said with a sigh. "One."

"Ha ha."

"Two."

"You're going down!"

"Three!"

Rainbow let the distraction melt away. Let her horniness melt away, letting her embarrassment about using a bookworm technique go to wherever it went after Luna literally spanked her with a copy of Sun Zoo's treatise (signed). Her wings took position, ready to catch the wind for a swoop that wasn't coming, but felt like it.

To the astonishment of both, Dashie actually moved Twilight's hand towards her side. Just briefly, just a fraction, but it was noticeable.

Unfortunately, Twilight read books too. And if she might never really get the same warrior's joy that Dashie and Luna, and sometimes even Rarity and Applejack might share, her ascension to alicorn had definitely left her with competitive drive and hunger. Twilight already knew the proper counter, and she had more than enough edges for the contest besides.

"Aw, man," Dashie said, though not entirely with regret. Cooped up for like two or three WHOLE HOURS, part of her said, in counterpoint to a chorus of LOST AGAIN? She did give Twilight a goofy grin as the back of her hand slammed down onto the table. Oh well. Time for me to show my amazing oral skills once again, she thought smugly, and tried to move her arm. Nope; it was going nowhere. "Uh, Twilight?"

Silence. Twilight was just looking at Dashie. Not glaring, not lecturing, just looking. "Heh, Twi, you did win this round, but I really can't show you my awesome orality from here."

"What did you call me?"

"Er, your name?"

"What is my name, Dashie?"

Oh shit, I know what name you want to be called, but my name is mud, Dashie thought. In a good way at least. She swallowed, red bang bobbing in front of the yellow. "Uh." Oh my, there goes the great southern cloudburst again, was all she could manage verbally and mentally.

"My name, Dashie," growled the massive Twilight. Her horn glowed softly, and a phantom suppressor ring locked around Dashie's horn. "Say my name, cunt," was Twilight's demand.

Dashie didn't think that going with "Sure, my name is cunt, whatever you say, boss," or "Your name is cunt!" would win her happy fun times. Punishment books might be added. Twilight might decide to lecture her throne. She could be assigned homework! Swallowing, Dashie ducked her head down, shivering with lust more than fear. "Your name is Mistress Twilight," she said softly. "Sorry, boss."

Twilight knew that from Dashie, "boss" was as good as a "mistress," and she took it. More literally, she took Dashie, her magenta telekinetic aura grabbing and fondling Dashie's ass even as it shoved up and Twilight yanked on Dashie's arm.

"Whoa, hey, easy!" Dashie tried, but Twilight flipped her around and held her up over the table before planting her on it with deceptive gentleness. The magenta aura held Dashie as Twilight methodically hand stripped her. Twilight pulled Dashie's wriggling limbs, protesting if at least from instinct.

"Thrones don't wear clothes. And they don't say whoa." Twilight flattened Dashie against the table, and stroked her clit lightly. "And you are?" she asked.

Dashie didn't have the will or the desire for even the obvious quip. She just moaned, her quim drooling onto the table. "Your throne, mistress."

"Good," Twilight said, and tilted Dashie's head up, forcing a hungry kiss onto her while she continued to frig the pert little clit. "Making a mess on my table, throne. But don't worry. I won't hold it against you. Does my throne remember what her tongue is for when I'm not kissing it?"

"Mistress' pussy. Mistress' asshole," Dashie groaned. "Mistress, my pussy isn't very obedient…" she whimpered. It was a constant embarrassment. She was, of course, awesome in every way as a submissive. But her pussy was just too awesome (not that she was going to phrase it that way, of course), and just loved her mistresses too much.

Twilight chuckled. "I know, honey," she said gently, and kissed Dashie on the lips, just lightly. "It's okay. I want it out of your muff before I put you under mine, understand? We'll call that your weight training for today, but for now… Daring Done is trapped once more on the Table of Textual Terror!" she whispered, a glimmer of joy in her eyes even if her mouth pulled slightly, not smiling, but pleased by the "meal" below.

"Oh y- I mean no. Oh totally no! I'm Done!"

"No need for introductions, Ms. Done. Your cunt seems to remember my fist very well indeed," growled Twilight. "I, the Ragna Rocker have obtained the Dildo of Destiny, and I will not be fucking you with it!"

Dashie whimpered at Twilight, but with about twenty percent less lust. Twilight smirked. "No, Definitely Done," she said. "When my Fist of Rocking finishes dealing with your captive cunt, you will begin to turn to Stone! Except for the parts of you I conveniently need to get off!"

Twilight slipped three fingers into "Done" all at once, invading her while the telekinesis pinned Dashie's wings carefully out flat beneath her, and braced her wrists, ankles, and neck to the table. Watching Dashie squeal and squirm, she teased her lightly, the fingers reaching deep into her pretty pet. As Twilight's thumb rubbed over Dashie's clit, she licked her lips. "Soon, Daring Done, my Fist of Rocking will do you! You will serve out eternity, as my throne!"

"No! No! Please… no… I don't.. want to… stop! Stop teasing … just do what you came for!" shuddered Dashie, thrashing about on the table as best she could. Twilight had only left enough for Dashie's athletic body to get mere inches of give and play as she writhed against the teasing. Panting, gasping, even drooling a little, Dashie's eyes went slightly flat just as Twilight carefully curled her huge hand into a full on fist, and began to lovingly pump beneath a rainbow-colored snatch.

"You can't stop me, Done," Twilight said in a light, possessive growl. "Dare you even try?"

"Mistress…" shuddered Dashie, her ability to resist, even in play, diminishing as her cunt clenched around Twilight's forearm, trying to wink it.

"I thought not, Daring Definitely Done," Twilight said, and filled her squirmy subbie, letting Dashie feel her fist penetrate deep. As Twilight herself had been taught (and done), she made sure to curl and twist her fist, pleasuring the trapped Dashie. "As you cum, you will be as a slowly setting pleasure throne," she intoned, leaning across Dashie's body to whisper in her ear, still filling Dashie's womb with her dominant hand. "When you cum, you will be ready. Be mine!" snarled Twilight.

Dashie could hold out no longer. Her horn flickered and sparked against the control of Twilight's magic, to no avail, but while no escape was possible by her magic or her strength, the sturdy seven foot flier felt release as a massive, shuddering orgasm took her under Twilight's spell. "YOURS!" wailed Dashie; but of course, it was already true.

Twilight slowed her pistoning arm, standing part of the way back up to watch Dashie cream over her hand. Eventually she pulled her hand out gently, and licked it. "Tasty," she noted, "But we need to get you in place, don't we?" she asked, and let her magenta aura clean her hand. She didn't bother with cleaning Dashie's sex. The magic disappeared from around Dashie, releasing wings and horn and limbs all at once.

Dashie lay still, panting and moaning in the afterglow. Twilight didn't let her rest long; she ordered, "Off my reading table, throne." Twilight moved her existing chair aside and tried not to grumble too much about pushy little alicorns making more work for her. She nodded. "I believe you've been throned before, Done," she sneered. "On your butt, belly up like a good bitch, wings kept neat, legs up and knees bent to support my royal ass, arms bent so that my thighs may test your forearms' strength."

It wasn't much of a test. Any of the Elements could easily lift and carry a nine foot hyper pony with little trouble-- single handed. With a literally divine body, Dashie was in no danger of cramping or fatigue. The entire posture looked ridiculous, Twilight admitted, but at this point, she just wanted Dashie's mouth occupied while she read. Getting a nice, slow ponyfaced pussy ride to keep the edge off was a perfectly fitting reward for her tolerance of Dashie's persistence.

Dashie snapped into position, her exaggerated gymnast-warrior's body putting on a lovely display of toned strength that Twilight enjoyed. Once Dashie was shaped to be Twilight's throne, Twilight made a show of sauntering over to Dashie, ignoring her horn as she stood behind Dashie's head and lifted herself back, sitting her plush rump firmly on Dashie's upraised shins and letting her thighs squish over Dashie's forearms.

Her pussy, as it always did, easily cleared her throne's horn, and Twilight grabbed said horn by the base as she took her backless seat, leaning back a bit. "Are you thirsty, my throne?" she purred. Dashie didn't move at all under mistress' weight. Twilight sighed happily as she found a comfortable rest. There. Couldn't do that to an ordinary pony, even one of the hypers. Might hurt the poor, weak thing.

Dashie let out a gasping moan. "Your slut is very, very thirsty," she said in hoarse pants. "Your slut NEEDS mistress' pussy, please!"

Twilight made a show of considering it, tilting Dashie's head around by the horn, squeezing and pumping the length but slowing if she saw too many sparks. "You know the rules, throne. You keep still. If you have enough muscle control, you may climax, but disturb me, and I'll send you over to Rarity for dress-up. I haven't had a good show in a while." Twilight disturbed herself, to an extent; it sometimes bothered her how much her sex slickened when she heard Dashie's whining response.

"Do you think I know mercy, slave?" asked Twilight.

"That mistress owns my face is mercy enough," said Dashie, tongue straining to reach Twilight's cunt.

"Good throne," Twilight said. "Now. Slow tongue, massaging lips. I want _one_ orgasm every five chapters, no more, no less." She smiled devilishly. "I'll give you a little squeeze in my thighs. Thrones like that, don't they?" Twilight whickered, pulling her first book over."

Dashie just let out a long series of shuddering pants, then moaned a yes. Twilight quite appreciated Dashie's improved control; she didn't feel the climax hit her poor submissive hardly at all. "Oh, good," said Twilight. "Get to work, bitch. Better job you do, the less time you spend worshipping your mistress' ass." She licked her lips and rubbed her plush cheeks over Dashie's shins. "Or am I choosing the opposite incentive?

Twilight was quite certain that riding her fellow Elements' faces helped her study. She refused to do so outside of predetermined scenes, as forfeits, or when speed and precision were needed, but it was very nice, indeed. She'd quite trained all of them, Dashie not least, to know how to extend her pleasure without frustrating her. Twilight had also tracked and graphed the best way to force them to respond without having to make verbal commands every n chapters, and she had determined that when n was greater than 2, her bitchy mares did so love having their boss mare's thighs wrapped around their head in a tight squeeze.

Dashie had responded quite well to the training. Like many pegasi, neither Dashie nor Fluttershy had ever been comfortable with with enclosed spaces. Twilight was so proud of them; each, for her own reasons, had begged and wriggled for training in confinement, sense play, and especially being trapped by the other, larger Elements, until they associated the scent of Elemental Alicorn Snatch and the steady pressure of huge thighs with utter safety.

None of them would ever harm another; the bounds of play were quite well set. Twilight could feel satisfied that her Dashie got off on the slight panic, eagerly pleasing her mistress' pussy as she was briefly locked down by Twilight's power. When Twilight finished each of her first two book, she gave Dashie a little extra squeeze, after which cooed, "I want to remember this good. Step it up, slave."

Her brave little throne reacted as Twilight demanded. By this point in their relationship, it would be fair to say that Dashie knew the ins and eating outs of the other Elements' cunts quite well; while the others did love to bring their cute, captive Dashie off as they topped her, Dashie took lustful pride in being the mouthiest bitch in the not-quite-a-herd.

It wasn't that the orgasms she'd worshipped out of Twilight's twat every five chapters weren't good. Dashie never gave anything less than excellent head. But like any racer, she knew she had to pace herself to satisfy her sister Elements-- and Twilight was the most insatiable of the lot. When she felt the ringing in her ears and her vision was briefly overwhelmed by plush, lavender excess, Dashie waited for the command, and then moved into her most skillful snatch-licking sprint.

Over her long races to adore her mistress' sex, Dashie carefully and lovingly attended to the whole muff, her tongue wasting not a drop. Her care was most kept to making sure that Twilight stayed in the sweet spot between frustrated and overstimulated. An aroused Twilight was a happy Twilight; one who had to take a break to teach a naughty subbie how to get her off was not. Dashie didn't think the climaxes her pussy would be sent into were worth disappointing her mistress so.

But at that moment where the command was given, Dashie gave all the focus and awareness she took in her flying to taking her mistress over the top. Clit adored and g-spot worshipped, prehi… dext… finger-like upper lip wriggling around to make sure that all of mistress' pussy was pleased, that's the way the Dashie did it, and did things well.

Twilight let Dashie know how good of a slut she was being, of course! Riding her pussy hard over Dashie's face, Twilight came in long, quaking moans, and couldn't quite hold her own mouth back. "Fucking throne! Fucking cunny-nursing slave bitch! Thrones worship their mistresses, yeah, just like that, my pretty little slut of a seat!" Twilight got… vulgar, in the moment. Vulgar and wordy, and she enjoyed it, even when she was corrected by her doms in turn. When out of subspace herself, though, Twilight couldn't really help it, and rarely bothered to try these days.

As Dashie made it about what she hoped was halfway through mistress' last book, a mix of both dread and an even more overwhelming lust began to make it all the harder to neither quiver and disturb her mistress' seat, nor to keep things in the precise middle of the sweet spot. Not that "Rainbow Danger-Responsibility-Cunt Eating-McBitchPoo Dash" (Pinkie had named her that one day, and it had stuck) let her mistress down, no, just not as even of a ride. She knew what was coming.

Twilight was the horniest of the Elements. Dashie wondered if it was because of how much she'd used her horn before getting her wings, or something, but she wasn't sure. What she did know is that early on in the relationship, Twilight had had some pretty severe anxiety, not about performing well, but about dragging others into her wake.

With normal ponies and hyper ponies? Pssh. Twilight lead them around by the clits or balls as she wanted 'em. With Dashie and the other Elements, when Twilight was feeling dominant… or hadn't gotten a good fucking… or one that had fit her checklist for that moment, or really, if the mood just struck, she got really, really aggressive.

Some time with Celestia and Luna, here and there-- and didn't that get Dashie's clit ready, gosh yes-- had helped Twilight. Year by year Dashie was more in awe of mistress' growing self control. It had helped, sort of, that the five of the rest of them had surrounded Twilight and cuddled her until she'd accepted their broad-based consent to be raped and ravished like the cunts they were.

Which is what, of course, Twilight wanted to do to them. Badly. And she had a number of special kinks, among which one of the biggest was her plot, in two literal senses. Dashie knew better than to laugh, even as nervous as she was, because she knew she was about to give mistress some anal play.

Twilight's lush tush was absolutely gorgeous. Mouth watering was a good word-- huge curves that jiggled constantly, somehow not getting her off balance even in combat. Beneath those curves were extraordinary, powerful muscles that Dashie creamed over. Again, often literally. And Twilight wanted attention paid.

Dashie loved rubbing mistress' rump. Caressing it. Kissing it. Massaging it. But she always was careful not to give mistress too much voluntarily there, because when Twilight decided it was time for Dashie to face her plot, Dashie went under. Fuck, Rarity went under. No one stopped Twilight on a butt rampage except for Twilight, and, presumably, the Astrals.

Despite herself, Dashie giggled. Astrals.

Looking down at Dashie, Twilight put her book down. "I didn't think thrones had senses of humor," she growled.

Oh, man. Not again.

"Just us cunt-hungry thrones here, mistress. No humors," Dashie ventured, and felt a new eagerness in her mistress' glutes as they flexed plush over Dashie's shins. Aw, fuck.

"Impertinent, too?" asked Twilight as she raised one knee high over Dashie's horn, her fishnet clad legs shifting to let her slide over to the left of her throne. Involuntarily, Dashie's eyes followed and… yep. Twilight smacked her own ass, right over the cutie mark, letting the purple expanse jiggle in silence.

Dashie swallowed, and let out a short, shuddering whine. Twi's ass was as close to perfect as Dashie thought was fair to have shoved in her face. Luna had done so once since Dashie'd ap… asc… got a horn, and she still had problems looking at a full moon without drooling. Dashie watched the bounce, bounce, bounce of fat snap up and down and back into place. Watched the ripple go from broad hip (handholds, yay!) to broad hip, and travel back, eventually ceasing and returning Twilight’s rump to the squishy shape that Dashie adored so. And was about to be spending a rather amount of time being permitted to pay attention to little else.

"Mistress Twilight…" Dashie whined. She shuddered in her throne position, not from the stress of holding the pose, but from a small climax that she just couldn't stop.

"You've got such a wicked pussy, Dashie. It betrays you to me," Twilight said with a lusty rumble. When Dashie called her by her name, Twilight lightened the scene a bit; she listened to her friends. Always. Even if they were also being her personal masturbatory devices and furniture at the same time. Twilight licked her lips, flared her wings up to give herself room, and moved her musclepacked right arm behind her body. "Say it," she demanded as she started to run a finger up and down along the lush flank, playing with her own muscle beneath the padding.

"Mistress, my pussy would betray me to you any time, and I would do the same if given half the chance, mistress boss ma'am!" panted Dashie, and then, knowing that wasn't what had been really wanted, swallowed heavily and said, "Mistress, your ass is so awesome. I'd be at Rainboom Factor Four if I could just get an ass twenty percent as awesome as that."

Twilight shimmied, forcing more little gasps and pants of pleasure out of Dashie without having to touch her. Only Luna had ever done that as well; even Rarity had to apply kinky directly to the Dashie! "Daaaashie," said Twilight, half-growling, half-singsong. "Say it."

Dashie shuddered, her mouth going wide and her eyes wide. "Dashie… needs… mistress' ass! Needs to be its throne!"

Twilight circled around, her fishnet stockings shifting over her powerful thighs. "That's a good little throne. A little more discipline, and you could make cunt!" She put her hands on her hips and turned her elbows and wrists, just slightly, making her arms bulge dangerously out at Dashie, who just mewled.

Twilight reached down, her barely contained breasts shaking her bra about. She casually grabbed Dashie's shoulder and hauled her about. "You've been keeping track of how much pressure your neck can take, Rainbow?"

Rainbow Dash, long-suffering fuck-buddy and Best. Submissive. Ever let out a sigh. "Yes, Twilight, I keep track." Twilight was… odd, about some things. Rainbow supposed it would have been odd if she hadn't been, but. She made all the other Elements do-- not stress tests, but constant tests to see how much strain parts of their body, like, say, their necks, could take without feeling stress. Because she liked to sit her ass down on top of their muzzles.

Twilight was a fanatic about cleanliness. Not just frequently suborning her friends to lick her rear out; as far as Rainbow knew, all she or any of the others did was relax their burliest friend's anus and stimulate the muscle. Twilight insisted on learning spells to clean inside and out wherever sex play might happen and everyone else learned them too. Not that Rainbow minded being clean, or having clean partners, of course! But some aspects of Twilight’s regime didn’t so much border on obsessive as invade and set up a puppet government.

Twilight frowned down at Rainbow. "Okay, let's see you oxygenate; diaphragm up."

Rainbow groaned. "Every time, Twi, I can--" She grunted as Twilight stomped a foot. "Mistress Twilight!" she gulped, and gave Twilight her best filly beg face, "I can hold my breath for weeks!"

"With your magic. Which can be taken from you. There could be an emergency when you're giving my poor ass what it deserves! And you'll be grunting and… mmf.. and squirming like the slutty little bitch you are and MY ASS NEEDS YOUR TONGUE SO OXYGENATE" Twilight roared, making Dashie rock back and forth in confused pleasure, trying to both slip into sub headspace and to please her mistress by not. It was a pickle.

Rainbow decided that saying, "So that wasn't Rarity whom you were re-introducing to Twilight 2: The Flankening earlier?" would not get her climaxing under Twilight's butt any faster. And might get her locked in a chastity belt with a randomized vibrator spell attached. Again.

"Yes, Mistress Twilight," was Rainbow's choice of words instead. When Twilight wanted ten-Dashie loving care on her butt, it was really the safest choice. So she started to hyperventilate, which of course, since the Dash's Ds were awesomely perky, definitely made Twilight pleased with her. That and the obedience thing, of course.

"Mmm," Twilight said, and chewed on one of her fingers. "Yep. It's time to say goodbye to the world for a bit, Dashie. Do you really need anything but my plot?"

Dashie nickered and moaned her best "No, mistress no mistress no," and tried to explain that, indeed, purple alicorn ass was the best ass, but she didn't really have the time in between the jiggling oxygenation.

Twilight sashayed in earnest now, muscular legs swinging this way and that. Dashie craned her head around, setting her neck carefully; her mistress loved her and wanted her safe. Her mistress' ass was there, filling Dashie's view and more than half hypnotizing her as Twilight shook and jerked her rear about, laying her hands on her meaty thighs as she sunk closer and closer. Dashie finished oxygenating and tilted her head to not blow out up her mistress' rump, and then open wide, tongue wriggling.

Twilight sighed as she sat back against Dashie, letting her ass sink carefully over her face. "Sooooo good," she moaned, licking her fingertips. She moved her thighs around to sit more completely on her worshipful throne, and started to finish reading. She'd remember these passages, alright. Of course, what she never mentioned to Dashie, especially when her dear friend was being a pushy little bottom, was that the better the pleasure was, the more she associated it with re-reading.

And the more she'd demand Dashie did her duty for Twilight Booty, forfeit or no forfeit.